You're My Only Piece of Heaven
Ch. 1 I’ll Meet You by the End of the Night
Pairing: Steve Rogers - Bucky Barnes WARNING: SMUT, PAST CHARACTER ILLNESS, DEMON! BUCKY (just in case no one likes to read this material), IN PARTS/ CHAPTERS, SLOW BUILD, SMUT WILL COME LATER (like someone;P ), ALSO SHITTY WRITER……. P.S ADULT LANGUAGE (because I swear worse than a sailor…I’ll try not to but no promises)
This is not correlated to the Marvel Universe, and is an alternate universe without the enhanced super-human abilities. This Au is of my own ideas, but the characters all belong to Marvel. This story contains Demon! Bucky, and has mature content (smut *insert winky face*). Also I would like to apologize before hand that this will most likely be terrible for this is my first time ever writing smut (please don’t kill me) also ever publishing in socially. (To add to that I most likely have errors but I’m too lazy to go over them so please excuse me …it’s 2 am and I’m freezing in my room) On another note this story will contain a character that had leukemia (I will like to state that I don’t know that much about the cancer, so if anything is incorrect I apologize. I would appreciate it if you would notify me if any changes need to be made.) In correspondence to my personality I happen to swear a lot so if any of this makes anyone uncomfortable…consider this your warning. Now I think that’s it with all the information that I suppose I needed to give, so my head doesn’t end in the east river because somebody (not pointing fingers *ahem Jimeny -that’s how I spell his damn name- Cricket*) doesn’t think I should say whatever the fuck I want without telling them, so please enjoy and tell me if you liked it or that I need to burn this in hell along with my innocence and my soul. On with the sinning…I mean reading!!!!!
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Steve isn’t exactly small, sure he’s no genetically induced superhero, but he also doesn’t have the same body he did when he was twelve years old with leukemia. At the age of 19 Steve has proud to say that he was cured of his cancer, and now obtained a healthy body he should have. However this also means that he is still able to get his ass kicked by the motherfucker, who was stating very upsetting adjectives (taking shit) towards a young lady in the bar before Steve interfered. Steve just doesn’t like bullies, no matter how big he was. So honestly there was only one way this was going, and it sure as hell wasn’t the way to grandma’s house. Although if Steve was being honest with himself, he could’ve left out the part where he said the fellow had a small intelligence and needed to re-educate himself with proper etiquette (his dick was so small he needed to go find one of Snow White’s dwarves). Yeah it’s not wonder why Steve ended in the back alley with a broken nose and possible sprained ribs. It would’ve been worse if the dickwad’s buddy hadn’t stepped in, and force his ass back inside. Seriously how did anyone convinced Mount Everest into controlling his temper in exchange for a Piña Colada? Oh well as long as he doesn’t disturb the lady (who might have just walked out of the bar after dipshit dragged Steve out back) again. Steve dusted himself, and began the long walk home to his crappy two bedroom apartment that he shared with his old college buddy Sam. Fuck, he’s never going to hear the end of this shit once Sam, not only finds out that Steve’s blind date was a no show (reason why Steve was even at the bloody bar in the first place), but also when he has to help set Steve’s broken nose again. Wondering if the pain was worth it just hiding it from him, Steve paid no attention to the two figures that were across the street watching him. ________________________________________
“Really? You dragged my sorry sinful ass to watch Superman Wannabe get his ass handed to him by Frankenstein’s Monster? Don’t you think I have other shit to do? Like I don’t know watching paint dry?” The taller man questioned his companion. He was a good half foot taller, and dressed more casually in his leather jacket and black combat boots than his acquaintance, who wore an all black business suit. “I would watch your tone boy. Don’t forget who’s your boss here. I pulled your ass from hell I can very well throw it back.” The shorter man replied with a distinct aggravation and authority. “Sorry. It’s just I don’t see what’s so special about Wonder Boy over there.” “Dammit Bucanan, and here I thought I taught you better than this. What else I would need your pathetic ass for. I want his soul, so your job is to find out what he most desires and give it to him in exchange for that beautiful essence he’s got going on over there” the boss demanded as he continues to watch the man in question walking down the sidewalk completely oblivious. “What’s so special about this one? Why not the Bulldozer back at the bar?” “Because you incompetent dipshit his soul is pure, and I’m tired of the pathetic lot we have down there. I need some new entertainment, so why not have one of Heaven’s precious?” He answered with a devilish smirk as his hungry eyes devoured the sight of the man before them, until he turned the corner and was out of sight. “Fine. One pure ass soul coming right up. What’s his name?” The taller man wondered as he examined the dirt under his nails, completely irritated and bored. “Steven Grant Rogers”














