#fluffy steve

[alwaysabrighterdarkness]

Fic title: On the Upside Now

First thing that comes to mind: Retirement fic.

It's been too many years spent straddling both sides of the end of the world and walking back again. Pain, recovery, brace to do it all over again. But now? Now Steve has a little place, a space to call his own. An easel in the corner by the window and a stack of full sketchbooks on the shelf. Pain isn't a distant memory and he won't soon forget but new memories, at least, aren't likely to contain more. He's on the upside now.

[springdandelixn]

Tonight

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41763255

Husband!Steve x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your husband, Steve, takes care of you after an exhausting day at work.

Warnings: Fluffy Husband Steve

Just a quick drabble that came to me the moment I woke up. Might be a bit sloppy but I hope you enjoy. Comments, reblogs, likes are all appreciated! uwu

You were exhausted when you got home from work. The meeting with a potential investor for your company’s latest project took longer than expected and it was already past midnight when you got home. 

To your surprise, Steve was still up. A book in his hand while sitting in his armchair, a smile on his face when he saw you then a frown when he got close and truly saw you. His words full of concern didn’t come to you as a surprise, knowing full well that the long sleepless nights to prepare the presentation for your meeting had finally taken its toll, not just on your face but on your body as well.

You declined his offer to eat, telling him that you were more tired than hungry, to which he nodded and took your hand, taking your bag from the other and dropping it on the couch before leading you up to your bedroom. 

“Let me take care of you.” He said as he sat you down on the bed, his lips pressing softly against your forehead before he ran into your ensuite, the sound of running water filling the room. 

That’s how you find yourself sitting in the tub with warm water, feeling the aches of your muscles from your heels and from sitting too long in your office chair subside, the scent of roses kissing your nostrils from the bath that your husband has prepared for you. 

It’s one of the things you love about Steve. How doting he is of you even while the both of you were dating. That he would find the time to see you, even if it was just a few hours or even a few minutes before he was called for a mission, remembering him telling you that he didn’t want to go away for days without telling you goodbye.

Even to the point that on random days you would text him some nonsense, like the time you told him how you were craving Chipotle because you saw one of your co-workers having it for lunch, screams of delight sounded outside your office soon after that when you looked out to see what the commotion was all about, you saw Steve by the entrance of your department floor, women fawning over him, then holding up a paper bag of Chipotle when he saw you from across the room.

And even now that he’s fully retired from being an Avenger and transitioned into becoming the training leader for SHIELD, he’s never changed. Still the ever-supportive husband that you have never once in your life imagined you would ever have. 

You drain the bath and stand from the tub, drying yourself with a towel before grabbing your robe from the hook and putting it on. When you walk out of the bathroom, your eyes spot the blue silk camisole and shorts sitting on the top of the bed. 

“Enjoyed your bath?” Steve asks when he walks into the room, a smile on his face when he sees you. 

You nod in response and he walks closer, his hands resting on your hips before he unties the knot of your robe, the fluffy garment sliding down your arms before he takes the camisole from the bed and urges your arms up. 

“Steve,” You giggle when you do as he bids, the silk fabric sliding down your body and hanging loosely on your shoulders. “I can dress myself.”

“I know, hon. But allow me tonight.” He takes the shorts next and you rest your hands on his muscular shoulders, when he bends down in front of you, lifting your legs up one by one to allow him to slip you into your bottoms. 

He takes hold of your hips when you finish and leans over to press a kiss just above your belly button before lifting you from the ground, a light squeal of surprise leaving your lips before he lays you down on the bed, pulling the duvet over your body. 

A sigh of relief leaves your lips when you sink into the soft mattress, your eyes almost instantly drooping that you barely see your husband take off his shirt, leaving him in his blue boxer briefs and joining you underneath the covers after he clicks off the lamp. 

You scoot closer when he wraps his arms around you, your head resting against his strong chest and closing your eyes as sleep begins to loom over you. 

“Today was very nerve-wracking—” Your words get cut off when you feel his lips on yours, making you look up in curiosity as to why he stopped you. 

“I would really love to hear about how work went, Hon, but that can wait for tomorrow.” He hums and presses another kiss on your lips. “Tonight, you rest. No thinking of work or talking about work. No stress, just rest.”

“Okay.” You mumble with a smile and reach over to kiss his lips in return. “I love you, Steve. Thank you.” 

“I love you too.” You sense his smile. “Now sleep.”

And you do. Your face buries in the crook of his neck as you press yourself closer to him, his arms releasing all the tension that has accumulated for the day and your drift, thinking about how lucky you are to have someone like Steve in your life. 

[ticklish-lilavenger]

Softest Super Soldiers (Steve Rogers fic feat. Bucky Barnes

This is not a throuple fic, this is a no judgement zone but ya girl is not into that. This is just total Steve fluff with some bucky :)

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy loss, FLUFF, Steve as a doting daddy, and Bucky the proud uncle

Word Count: 1,592

“I’m too scared to look!” You squeezed your eyes shut and pushed the little plastic stick towards Steve on the bathroom floor.

The two of you sat there for an excruciating two minutes waiting for the results. This was not your first rodeo, for pregnancy tests, that is. You had been trying to get pregnant for a year and half. You heard it was normal for couples to take up to six months to get pregnant, but once you hit the year mark, you two decided to seek a little scientific assistance. Neither of you wanted to know who or what was the cause until it was absolutely necessary. Steve tortured himself and blamed it on, what Tony called, “his frozen swimmers”. But your cycles were never regular either, so you assumed it was you. It was your nightly ritual, taking all your pills and supplements together. You’d “cheers” your water glasses and choke them all down.

“Whatever it says,” Steve put his large hand on your thigh, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You placed your smaller hand over his and watched him with baited breath.

His eyes lit up when he flipped over the test and your heart pounded against your chest. Steve squeezed your thigh making you jump and squeal.

You pushed his hand off of your thigh, “SAY SOMETHING!”

“We did it.” He choked, “We made a baby,”

“We made a baby!” You jumped up from your seat on the floor and did a little happy dance.

Steve pushed himself up onto his knees, grabbed your hips, pulled you towards him, and kissed your belly over and over.

You smiled down at your husband’s goofiness, “I love you so much.”

He looked up at you, “I love you so much.” His attention went right back to your belly and he lifted your shirt covering, “And I love you so much, Lil Peanut.” And again came the kisses but this time they tickled your bare skin.

“You are ridiculous!” You choked through your giggles.

This only fueled Steve’s goofiness, as he continued kissing and blowing raspberries into your stomach and you continued to squeal and giggle your head off. But the party was interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

Bucky stood at the bathroom door with sleepy eyes and a frown, “What are you two doin’ having a tickle fight at 6am in the bathroom?! Shit echoes, ya know?”

Steve stood up quickly, “Sorry, man, I--”

“I’M PREGNANT!” You interrupted your boyfriend.

Bucky gasped and his jaw dropped, “No way!”

“Yes, way!” You cried.

Steve’s best friend scooped you off the ground into the biggest hug, “This is incredible! Congratulations!”

“I thought we weren’t going to tell anyone until you reached your second trimester.” Steve shook his head as Bucky carefully placed you back on the ground.

You shrugged, “Buck doesn’t count, we tell him everything. He’s family.”

“Hell yeah, I am.” Bucky held up his flesh hand for a high five and you happily gave him some skin.

Steve chuckled, “Can’t argue with that.”

Bucky and Steve murmured in the corner of the hanger quietly as the original six packed up Tony’s jet to attend a summit for world peace, or whatever. It was Steve’s first time leaving you since you found out you were expecting and he was freaking out. Nobody else on the team knew about your pregnancy, except for maybe Vision since he could sense heart rates so you assumed he could sense the baby’s too. But he probably knew not to say anything since you and Steve weren’t discussing it with anyone.

“If anything feels off, call me.” You heard Steve say to his best friend.

You rolled your eyes and walked up to the two super soldiers, “I don’t need Bucky to babysit me.”

Steve sighed, “You know that’s not what I mean, Y/N… I just want him looking out since you’re… handling a lot right now.”

You opened your mouth to argue but Bucky interrupted, “Just let Steve get it out of his system, you know I’m just the guy to give you crackers and ginger ale while you hurl.”

Bucky was right, though your morning sickness wasn’t too bad, it was still exhausting. It always helped to have another set of hands.

“C’MON CAP!” Clint yelled from the steps of the plane.

Steve’s jaw tensed.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, “Don’t worry, Love. Me and the babe will be just fine.”

He pulled you into a big hug, “You call me every night before you go to bed, okay? I want all the updates on how you’re feeling.”

“Steve,” Buck raised his eyebrows, “You’re gonna be gone for two days, not two months, not much is going to happen.”

You nodded and Steve kissed your forehead sweetly, “We’re all good here.”

--

Steve was about to hop into the shower and start settling in for the night when his phone vibrated and Y/N’s name flashed on the screen, making his heart flutter.

He quickly picked up, “How are my babies doin’?”

“Steve… I think something’s wrong, I need to talk to Bruce.” Your worried little voice said on the other end of the phone.

Steve’s heart dropped into his stomach but he kept a calm voice for you, “I’ll go get him right now. Hang on.” He bursted out of his hotel room and down the hall towards Bruce’s. He banged on the door until Bruce answered.

“What the hell?!” Bruce put his hand up to stop Steve from knocking on his face once he already answered the door.

“Y/N’s pregnant.” Steve announced.

Bruce smiled, “Huh, I thought so, she’s been sick for the past few weeks…”

“I have her on the phone and she thinks something is wrong.” Steve swallowed the lump in his throat.

Bruce snatched the phone from his hands, “What’s goin’ on?... Uh huh… Stomach pain but it feels different than your morning sickness… Uh huh… Do you feel feverish?... Yeah, go take your temperature.”

Steve paced around Bruce’s room as he listened to the one sided conversation.

“What is it?” Bruce asked Y/N and then he inhaled uncomfortably.

Steve feltl ill but he still continued to listen to the doctor talk to you.

“I can’t give you any definite answers but I’m concerned. Fevers along with pain like that can mean bad news; you need to go to the hospital right now to see an OB--” Before Bruce could finish his thought, Steve grabbed the phone back.

“Baby, I’m coming home… is Bucky there to take you?” He felt so helpless.

Bruce nudged you, “I’ll tell Tony to call the jet.”

“Yes,” You said with obvious fear in your voice, “he’s getting the car right now.”

Tears stung in Steve’s eyes, “I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

Steve jumped out of his cab and ran through the hospital doors to reception, “My wife-- my wife is here, Y/N Rogers.”

“She’s in room 31.” The receptionist said but Steve didn’t even turn to thank her or wait for a visitor pass, he sprinted down the hallway, scanning for your room number. Before Steve could burst into the room, Bucky blocked him.

“Baby is fine. She’s asleep.”

Steve let out a sigh of relief and tried to quiet himself before entering.

“Did you not see my texts?” Bucky asked, “I was sending you live updates.”

Steve wiped the sweat off his brow, “It didn’t even occur to me, I was so focused on getting here.”

“Well you made it, Mom and baby are fine, just a stomach virus. They’re giving her fluids, something to get the fever down, and monitoring the baby’s every heartbeat” Bucky pulled his best friend into the room so he could see his wife sleeping peacefully attached to a fetal monitor and IV.

You stirred a little.

Steve bolted to your side, “Hi Baby.”

“Steve?” You mumbled.

“Yeah, I’m here,” Steve placed his hand on your forehead lightly, “Your fever’s broken.”

You nodded, “Oh good… Bruce was really concerned when I told him I reached 101.”

Steve’s heart ached thinking about how he wasn’t here for you, “I’m so sorry…”

“For what?” You asked.

He leaned and kissed you, resting his forehead on yours, “Not being here for you.”

“It’s okay,” You whispered and gestured to Bucky, “I had the next best thing.”

Bucky sat down in the other chair next to your bed.

Steve looked over at his best friend, “Thank you.”

“That’s my niece or nephew she’s got in there, I’m gonna protect them with my life.” He chuckled.

Steve sighed and finally relaxed, “Uncle Bucky does have a nice ring to it.”

“He got to see the baby too.” you cooed, “he cried.”

Bucky blushed and sunk in his seat.

“It’s okay, man.” Steve said, “I bawled like a baby when I saw that little blob on the screen and heard it’s heartbeat.”

“Cutest damn blob I’ve ever seen!” Bucky pulled out the strip of ultrasound pics, “You can see little hands and feet!”

Steve studied the pictures and his voice rose an octave, “Oh my god, look at the little nose!”

Your heart swelled as you watched your two favorite people ooh and ah over your baby, “Such soft super soldiers.”

“The softest when it comes to Baby Rogers.” Bucky agreed.

Steve beamed at the pictures and then back up at you, “I’m so happy to be back with my three favorite people but, let’s never have a scare like that again.”

[multifandomhaven]

Steve Rogers, #11 -  Something about seeing her in his old t-shirts made his mouth dry and heart race and stomach do flips.

Requested by anon.

Steve laughed and wiped his hands off on the scrap cloth he had laying beside him. "You've got a little paint by your nose."

"Oh," the woman on the ladder rubbed at the paint but only seemed to smudge it further.

Steve’s eyes widened and he laughed again, this time his hand draped over his stomach for effect. "You're making it worse!"

The woman rolled her eyes, but her smile still broke through. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You have it all over you, too, ya know. You look life a smurf!"

Steve raised his eyebrow. "A smurf?"

"Those little blue guys... ya know." She began to list off the names of the cartoons she'd loved as a child. 

Steve shot her a confused face and shrugged his shoulders - naming them didn't make him know them, he'd told her.

 She sighed and rolled her eyes, "Get out your list then, Stevie-boy, cause we have some catching up to do."

Steve shook his head lightly, his smile still in place. "I think I can remember Smurfs without writing it down, Doll."

"I doubt it," she teased. "With your old man brain and all."

Steve winced playfully. "That hurts."

"Tell me about it," she retorted.

She dipped her brush back in the small tub of paint and kept carving out the corner of the room. She worked in long, even strokes and made sure that every little crevice received it's share of color, she was a perfectionist like that

. Her tongue was poked out from between her lips as she concentrated, and Steve didn't think he'd ever seen anything so striking, over sized, splotchy shirt and all. Something about seeing her in his old t-shirt made his mouth dry and his heart race and stomach do flips.

"You gonna sit back and let me do all the work, then?" She asked as she climbed down the ladder to get a drink of water.

Steve blinked out of his trance and held up his hands in defense. "Can't blame me, I get to watch a pretty lady do something she's great at doing."

"Great at doing? Anyone can paint a room, Steve," she laughed. A gleam came into her eye and she tipped her head back slightly to get a better look at him. "If we raced I bet I would win."

"Oh you'd mop the floor with me." Steve felt his heart leap into his throat at the sweet laughter his words brought from her. "I'm glad you're here with me."

"Me too," she smiled, this time softly. Sincerely. "What can I say, you're my best guy."

Steve opened his arms wide for her, but she began shaking her head quickly. 

Steve raised his brows at her, his lips pulled back into a grin. "What? I can't give my best girl a hug when I want to?"

"Oh no. No, no, Steve. C'mon, I've already got paint all over me -"

Steve dashed at her, chasing her around the room carefully, he didn't want to make her trip or get hurt. They ran around the room a few times before he had her backed into a corner. 

She knew that she couldn't lean against it so she simply stood there, her eyes and smile wide. Steve dashed at her, taking her into his arms as quickly as he could, squeals escaping her as he squeezed his paint covered arms around her.

And, although she was complaining the whole time about more paint being smeared onto her, Steve felt her arms wrap around his back and return the gesture.

 It gave him hope that someday they might have something more than friendship together, but for now he was content like this - happy in the arms of the woman he loved.

[zoraclover777]

Remember that axe?

[ Part 2 ]

[ Part 1 ]

Couple: Steve Harrington x reader

Warnings: uhhhhHHHHHhhh

Requested: yes

Tags: @tozierswheelers, @little-diva-gurl

AN: i didn’t expect this to get a request for a part Two, honestly and im so excited bc i almost cried when i had to leave it but either way, i was gonna write a part two so thank u for the request!!!!!

———

You didn’t go to school the next day, or the next day, or the next day, and Steve had ended up at your house, biting his lip as he stared at your front door.

“This is so stupid, so stupid, god, why am I here? She didn’t say a damn thing when you told her you liked her, so what’s the point, Steve? What. Is. The. Point.”

Groaning out, he put his head in his hands and without his knowledge, tears fell and he allowed them to. He allowed them to fall because he was in pain, god, was he in pain.

“I still don’t know what I did wrong. Maybe—” Steve looked up and to your window as he sighed. “Maybe, you wish I was nicer. Or nice less. I know I’m not enough, but, I’d try for you.” Whispering, he turned away from the front door and started walking to his car.

He didn’t hear your front door open, and he didn’t see you walk out before you leaned against the door frame. He saw you, only when he was peeling out of the driveway, and his eyes locked onto yours.

Immediately, he stopped the car and got out, one hand on the roof and the other holding his door open. His eyes brimmed with tears as you stared him down, arms cross and he saw a bundle of curly hair behind her.

“You came over to leave?” You spoke, placing a cigarette in your mouth and lit it. Blowing out the smoke, you smiled as you turned around. “Bring him in, Dusty.”

———

You sat across from the brown-eyed boy as he played with his hands before looking up at you, anxiety showing on his face.

“Steve—”

“No. If you’re going to say what I think it is, I don’t want to hear it. I can’t.” He whispered, eyes looking at the table and you breathed out.

“Steve—”

“What did I do? I thought, I thought I did the right thing, by asking your brother, but I may have fucked it up. I just—”

“Harrington.” His head lifted up and you smiled, putting your hand on the table. Nodding to it, his hand laid in yours and you squeezed it, smiling while you did. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You—”

“Listen, you’re fine. It’s me, not you, and that isn’t meant to be cliche, but, it’s true. I’m Dustin’s sister, and you’re king Steve. I’m the girl who hangs out with middle schoolers because my own age group, doesn’t accept me. Hell, I know how to use an axe better than my own feelings. I promise, it’s not you.” You smiled sadly before squeezing his hand again and bit your lip.

“I’m sorry, but you need someone who's—” you felt anxious as you felt his eyes on you and you put your cigarette out. “You need someone who’s good enough, Steve. That isn’t me, and I’m sorry you like someone so, so fucked up.”

He felt your hand slowly leave his and he held his breath as you walked away, eyes on your fading figure.

Suddenly, he stood up and strutted towards you, grabbing your wrist. “This isnt fair.” Steve said, turning you to him and he intertwined your fingers with his. “You don’t get to choose if you’re good enough for me, or not. I get to do that, and I choose you are. Hell, I probably don’t deserve this, I probably don’t deserve you, but I’m willing to give it a try.” His forehead had touched yours as he waited for an answer.

“Okay, yeah, okay. Let’s give it a try.”

A grin graced Steve’s face as he leaned in, softly brushing his lips against yours. Almost immediately, you pressed your lips against his and his hands rested on your cheeks.

Pulling away, you looked at him with a confused look on your face. “Nancy?"Steve opened his mouth to speak, but a younger one answered.

”She’s totally banging Jonathan.“ Lucas spoke out as laughter broke out from another kid before another voice groaned.

"Oh, come on guys!” Max stood up, face red from embarrassment.

Dustin stood up, tears falling down as he was howling with laughter. “Lucas, dude, why the hell would you—”

“Guys.”

They all turned around, faces straight as their eyes made contact with yours. “Go. Come on, shoo.” You watched as they all smiled nervously and mumbled an ‘I’m sorry.’ before walking to Dustin’s room.

“You didn't—It’s true, ya know.” Turning to Steve, you held his hand tightly in yours and smiled.

“Yeah, I know. They don’t need to bring it up, though.” You smiled as he kissed you gently before he wrapped his arms around your frame, pulling you into him tightly.

“You were pretty hot with that axe, though.”

“Steve if you don't—”

“I know, I know.” Smiling, he tightened his grip before letting go. “Let’s go scare the kids? Those little shits deserve it after spying on us.”

“Oh, definitely.” You grinned, sitting down on the couch as you pulled a notebook out from under the couch and opened it. “Alright, let’s make a plan.”

———

AN: heyo, i did it and im actually feeling a little better, so i may upload some more to Halfway Happy, if you want it, guys! for right now, im going to literally smash some food ok adios.

[teachingoutsidethebinary]

Redneck Yacht Club

Summary: The Avengers all needed a getaway, so they travelled to the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York. A small town, no cell service, and hardly any people. It’s the perfect place to unwind and enjoy a vacation. Until their pontoon boat breaks down, that is…

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: This is my fic for @caplanbuckybarnes songwriting challenge! Enjoy!

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Steve turned the key for what seemed like the millionth time, a scowl etched on his face. Bucky stood by the boat motor and shook his head as the machine spluttered and stalled.

“No luck,” Bucky said, hopping off the seat. Steve banged the steering wheel console, leaving a small dent on the fiberglass.

“Watch it!” you chided. “This is a rental, remember?” Your boyfriend merely shook his head in frustration and walked away from the motor before he could do any more damage.

“This is ridiculous,” Sam muttered, laying out on one of the benches. Nat sprawled out on the bench across from him to soak up some sunlight. She had barely lifted her head from her sun-induced slumber when the boat had stalled out fifteen minutes earlier.

Coming to the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York had been your idea for a team vacation. Everyone, especially Steve, was coming undone at the seams from all the stress of work. Raquette Lake had a small population, an even smaller town, and hardly any cell service. It was the perfect place to unwind and relax.

Unless your pontoon boat broke down in the middle of the lake, that is.

Steve held up his cell phone and sighed. “No service,” he frowned. “Where the heck are Stark and Banner?”

As if on cue, the small bay you occupied was filled with the sound of a whirring motor. Everyone (except Nat) turned their heads and watched as Tony and Bruce cruised next to them in a little skiff. They dragged Clint behind them on a towable inner tube.

“Now, friends,” Tony said, cutting the motor, “it makes more sense to be fishing closer to the shoreline, not the middle of the lake.” He turned the wheel as Bruce grabbed hold of the pontoon. You threw across a rope, and he tied the two vessels together.

“Geez, Tony, why didn’t we think of that?” Bucky snapped back. “Oh right, because our boat isn’t working!”

Tony’s ears perked up at the mention of the broken boat. “You need me to fix it?” he asked. Then his eyes fell. “Crap, my tools are back at the cabin.”

“You mean you didn’t bring a suit?” Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.

“I brought a bathing suit,” Tony replied.

“That’s not what I…” Sam trailed off. He shook his head. “Never mind.”

“Can you just tow us back?” Steve asked.

“Of course!” Tony replied, rubbing his hands together.

“No way,” Bruce said at the same time. Steve and Tony stared at Bruce expectantly.

“And why not?” Tony asked, crossing his arms.

“Size difference, for one,” Bruce answered. “Two, this skiff is almost as old a Cap. Plus we don’t have enough horse power.”

“I agree with Bruce,” you replied. “We’re not towing this thing anywhere.”

Tony scoffed and pulled out an extra rope from under his seat. “Ye of little faith!” he yelled. “Just watch!”

Tony re-tied your rope and his rope so they were in optimal towing position. Clint undid his own ropes and dragged his tube onto the pontoon. Everyone sat down as he cranked his engine and began driving. Slowly, your pontoon began to move, and everything was looking up.

Then Tony’s engine started smoking.

“TONY!” you shouted over the roar of the motor. Bruce turned around and slapped Tony’s back repeatedly until he turned around too. He immediately cut the engine, but it was too late. The force of trying to tow the larger boat was too much.

“Crap!” Tony yelled, yanking the cover of the motor off. The smoke died down, and Tony ventured a look inside. His grim face told everyone what they needed to know.

“Well that’s melted,” he admitted, scratching his neck. “Whoops.”

Bruce put his head in his hands. “You idiot.” Tony just shrugged sheepishly.

“So we’ve got two boats with motors that don’t work, no cell service, and no people in sight,” Steve groaned. “You know what I call this? A disaster!”

“Actually,” you pointed out, “it’s vacation.” Everyone stared at you, and even Nat had peeked her head up. “What?” you asked. “It’s a gorgeous day, and we have plenty of food and booze. I say we wait it out and enjoy it.”

Bucky was the first to respond. “I agree, doll,” he said, pulling out the cooler. He took out a beer and toasted it to you. “We’ll never have this much silence when we get back to the city.”

“Tin Man’s right,” Sam added. “Let’s party!”

You smiled and pecked Bucky’s cheek as he scowled at Sam. Tony hopped onto the pontoon while Bruce opted to lay out and read in the skiff. He even brought his own pillow from the cabin, and soon, he was entranced with his book. Clint stuck to getting a tan on his water tube, and the rest of you stripped down to your bathing suits as the sun shone high in the sky.

You couldn’t have asked for a better day. The sky was crystal clear, and there were no clouds in sight. There was a slight breeze that made the air the perfect temperature. Trees surrounded you on all sides, and you could make out some cabins on the shoreline. That was the cool thing about Raquette Lake. Some of the islands were so remote, that the only way to get to them was by boat because they didn’t even connect to the main road.

You sighed and stretched your arms out to reach the sun. Something cold touched the back of your neck and you shrieked. You spun around to find Sam grinning at you, a bottle of beer in his hand.

“Sam!” You slapped his shoulder. “You jerk!”

Sam just waved the beer in your face, but you shook your head. “We can’t operate the boat if we’ve been drinking,” you informed him. “I’ll DD.”

“Suit yourself,” Sam said, unscrewing his cap. He chugged the beer and burped.

“Have some manners, Bird Brain!” Bucky called over his shoulder. Stretched out on his stomach, he took up the entire front of the pontoon. His metal arm gleamed brightly under the intense sun. He laid back down as Sam hurled back some more insults.

“Watch this,” Sam whispered, putting down his empty beer bottle. He crept over to the side of the boat and climbed over the railing.

“CANNONBALL!” he screamed as he jumped into the lake. A huge wave engulfed Bucky, whose peaceful expression turned into one of rage. He coughed and spluttered as he shook the water out of his hair.

“WILSON! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Bucky jumped off the pontoon and the two men began fighting in the water. Not one to be left out, Tony jumped in after them with an inner tube around his waist. He repositioned himself so he lazily floated around the boat as Sam and Bucky tried to drown each other.

Steve’s stoic expression hadn’t left his face since the boat broke down. As he watched the hilarity in front of him, he couldn’t keep a small smile from popping up. You wrapped your arms around his stomach and kissed his bare back, now warm from the sun. He turned around in your arms and captured your lips in a soft kiss.

“M’ sorry,” he mumbled, rubbing small circles on your shoulder blades.

“Vacations are supposed to help you unwind,” you gently reminded him. “Not make you more stressed.”

“I know, I know,” he sighed. “I’m just so used to having every minute planned out that it’s hard for me…” He trailed off and looked out at the lake.

“It’s hard for you to relax?” you finished. Steve nodded. “I can help you with that,” you whispered, pulling him in closer. He raised his eyebrows in anticipation as your lips traveled closer and closer to his own. While he was distracted, your hand reached out for the cooler behind Steve and pulled out a bottle of beer. You innocently held it up between you two and wiggled your eyebrows.

“Ahhh, you’re killin’ me, Y/N,” he groaned. But he took the beer anyway and popped the top off.

“Oh my gosh, Captain America is drinking a beer!” you gasped dramatically. “Captain America is smiling! Captain America is-” You yelped as Steve picked you up and held you over the side of the boat.

“Keep it up, Y/N,” he chuckled as your squirmed in his grip.

“Nonononono,” you repeated. “I don’t wanna get my hair wet!” Steve finally relented and put you back on the boat. You got ready to give him a piece of your mind when Tony let out a shrill scream.

“What the heck was that?” Nat asked, finally sitting up. Her red hair shone in the sunlight, and it sat in perfect curls on her shoulders. How she always managed to keep her hair so neat was beyond your comprehension.

“I can feel something!” Tony yelled again. “It’s touching me!” He held his legs high in the air while trying to keep his butt out of the water. As a result, the inner tube shot out from under him and he sank beneath the surface.

“Tony!” Sam exclaimed. “What the heck are you…ack!” He yanked his hands off of Bucky’s submerged head and spun around in the water. “I felt it too!”

“Slimy!” Bucky spluttered. “There’s something slimy!”

“Guys, chill,” you said. “It’s probably just some weeds or a fish.”

Tony, Sam and Bucky all looked at each other and then back at you.

“A FISH?!” they screamed. You had never seen three grown men try to swim to a boat so fast in your entire life. It was like a competition to see who could get out of the water first.

“You’re rocking the boat!” Nat complained as she tried to steady her soda on her knee. She took a bite of one of the sandwiches you had packed in the food cooler and frowned.

Tony reached the platform first, but fell back into the water as Bucky shoved him out of the way.

“You did that on purpose!” Tony screeched, pulling himself back up. “You’re such an-ooo is that food?” His demeanor changed completely as he watched Nat eat her sandwich. Bucky and Sam also stared at her hungrily, their plight with the fish completely forgotten.

Nat nodded her head slowly and put her hand up as the men tried to move closer. “You don’t get food if you keep rocking the boat. Got it?” They all nodded, and she waved her hand, granting them permission back on board. They tiptoed around her as they made their way to the cooler of food.

Soon, everyone had more beer and food to go with it. Steve turned on the radio and a country song floated through the air. You nestled up against his side and relished in the warm sun.

Anchored out and gettin’ loud all summer long

Side by side there’s five houseboat front porches

Astroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches

Regular joes, rockin’ the boat that’s us

The Redneck Yacht Club

After a full stomach, Sam decided to blow up the extra pineapple-shaped water float and join Clint back out on the water. Since it had a solid bottom, he wasn’t worried about getting attacked by another fish. Bucky and Clint shared the big water tube, and Tony blew up a pizza-shaped float. You shook your head as you stared at the goofy floats the boys had picked out at the general store.

“Children, all of them,” you chuckled, turning around the face Steve. He gave you a sleepy nod as he spread out his beach towel and laid down on the pontoon. Before long, everyone was enjoying an afternoon nap in the sun. You sat at the driver’s chair and leaned against the side of the pontoon, humming along to the music.

“So when are you going to tell them?” Nat asked as she perched herself on the card table across from you.

“Tell them what?” you asked.

She quirked her eyebrows and held up an extra gas line from behind her back. “This,” she replied.

“Put that away!” you hissed. When you had picked up the pontoon boat the day before, the owner of the rental place had mentioned the gas line was old, so he gave you an extra just in case. When the boat had stalled out, you had immediately known the source of the problem. But who said getting stuck in the sun was bad for anyone?

“They needed a break,” you whispered as Nat hid the gas line under a beach towel. “I’ll fix it eventually. I mean, look at them.” You both stared at your sleeping friends.

“They do look pretty relaxed,” Nat admitted. She yawned and let out a laugh. “I think I’m gonna join them.” She gave you a small wave and went back to her spot.

You grabbed a beach towel and made sure the gas line was still hidden. You laid out the soft fabric next to Steve and sighed contentedly. Strong arms pulled you towards Steve’s body, and you grinned as he nuzzled his nose into your neck.

“Love you,” he mumbled sleepily. You gave him a gentle kiss on his nose and smiled.

“Love you too.”

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[hippogriffwhale]

Apple Picking

Pairings: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Nothing really, super fluffy?

Summary: Reader gets team to go apple picking and learns something new.

This is my first fic on here. It’s kinda long so I really hope that whoever reads this likes me. I welcome all feedback!

Word Count: 1897

Autumn was your favorite time of year. You loved the change of color and the various activities that were available to do. One thing in particular that you loved to do was go apple picking. Coming from the northeast, apple picking was a treasured pastime for you.

As much as you loved it, it had been a few years since you had gone. In fact, you hadn’t gone since you were in your early teens, and you desperately wanted to revive a tradition. The tricky part was that you didn’t want to go alone, but you weren’t quite sure if any of the other Avengers would want to accompany you to an orchard.

You decided to pitch the idea at dinner that night.

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Everyone was gathered in the kitchen of the Avengers Tower, Steve had made dinner tonight. Spaghetti with garlic bread, the garlic butter made from scratch.

You’d never admit it, but you had a teeny, tiny, colossal crush on Captain America. What girl wouldn’t? That perfect smile, sleek blonde hair, dazzling blue eyes...it was enough to make anyone swoon. You blushed whenever he smile in your general direction, and turned away. He was your teammate, basically your boss. If that wasn’t enough, you didn’t think you had a chance. This was Captain America, not some average Joe.

Once everyone had a plate, you felt like it would be a good time to make known your thoughts.

“So...I was thinking about going apple picking. Does anyone want to come with me? It’ll be really fun!”

You were relieved that you seemed confident. Even though you had been a part of the Avengers for almost a year, they still made you nervous. You didn’t quite feel like you belonged. Everyone accepted you after they saw what you could do. The easiest way to describe your abilities was telekinesis. You could, with your mind, put up what some might call a force field, making bullets and other things unable to get to you and those within a close proximity. It had proved invaluable during your time with the team. And while you knew this, you still felt like you paled in comparison to people like Wanda and Steve and every other Avenger.

To your surprise, it took only a second for Wanda to gasp excitedly and say,

“Yes! We should all go. It would be so much fun! Then, when we get back with all of our apples, we could bake pies!”

Steve glanced at Y/N and could help but smile. She was so adorable. Especially when there was surprise and a smile on your face. Steve wanted to make you smile like that. He like you, a lot. It wasn’t long after you’d been introduced that he knew that he like you more than as a friend. You had this wonderful, pleasant personality that he craved to be around. You were shy but once you were comfortable with someone, you could let your wit shine and stories flow. Your sweet demeanor was intoxicating to Captain America. He wanted to hold your hand and kiss your cheek, but he was afraid. Yes, Steve Rogers, America’s hero was afraid to ask Y/N on a date. What if you rejected him? What if it embarrassed you? What if you pulled away from him? Steve didn’t want to risk that, so he forced himself to just be your friend.

“Yeah, that sounds really nice Y/N.” Steve smiled at you as he said this. Just that small gesture was enough to send your heart into a frenzy.

Everyone reached an excited consensus, they’d go apple picking this weekend.

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It was finally Saturday. You woke up early, too excited to stay asleep any longer. You were going apple picking...and the whole team was coming, and that was important to you, but it was especially important to you that Steve was coming too. This made your stomach flip and flutter.

You got dressed in your favorite skinny jeans and a cute T-shirt with a matching sweater and scarf complete with boots that made the outfit but were also comfortable. The fall wardrobe was another thing that made you love the season. While you checked yourself over in your mirror, you couldn’t help but hope that Steve, too, would like your outfit.

After another second, you went to the living room. You didn’t expect anyone to be awake. It was at least an hour and a half before the team would set off up north to the apple orchard. So it was surprising to find another up so early.

Bucky looked up and smiled at you. Without hesitation, you returned the gesture. Bucky and you were close. Though you had never outrightly told him about your crush, you knew that he knew. He never mentioned it, but he thought his two best friends were a great match. Steve and you were compatible. Bucky wanted the two of you to realize this and finally get together, and today might be a good day to do something about it.

The two of you sat on the couch and conversed comfortably. Not too long after more people trickled into the living room, ready to go.

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After grabbing stuff to eat in the car and food for a picnic at the orchard, everyone went to the garage. Since there were quite a few people going, two cars needed to be used. Tony, Bruce, Wanda, Vision and Sam rode in one car. You, Steve, Bucky and Natasha rode in the other, a four seat sports car that Natasha loved. Natasha drove and Bucky immediately rushed into the passenger seat, leaving you and Steve to squish into the back together.

It was close quarters. Your left leg brushed Steve’s. You blushed and tried to make yourself smaller. All you wanted to do leave your leg where it was, but you didn’t want Steve to feel uncomfortable.

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An hour into the two and half hour trip, you started to feel sleepy. Before you knew it, you started to drift off. This is when your head softly fell onto the shoulder of one Captain America. When he felt that gentle pressure, he couldn’t help but smile adoringly at you. He could stay like that forever. It was too soon when the car pulled into the parking lot by the orchard.

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When the car came to a stop, you woke up. You felt something on your cheek and turned to see what you had fallen asleep on. You turned your head to look at what it was. When you realized that it was the shoulder of the blonde super soldier, you bolted up in your seat with red cheeks. Barely looking at Steve, you quietly stammered an apology and tried to get out of the car. For some reason you were having trouble undoing your seatbelt.

Steve thought it was the sweetest thing he’d ever seen. He chuckled and told you not to worry about falling asleep on him and helped you with your buckle.

You offered a small smile and got out of the vehicle. Steve did too and went around to your side and walked next to you on your way to the admission stand.

Bucky noticed this and smirked at his friends. He might just be able to get the two of you together after all.

Natasha noticed this too and thought to herself,

It’s about time.

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Once everyone was in the apple grove, they paired off to pick apples. Wanda and Vision walked toward a tree together. Tony and Bruce walk towards another while chatting about their latest experiment. Bucky and Natasha grabbed sam and went yet another way. This left only you and Steve.

Steve grinned and said,

“So, where do you want to start Y/N?”

Blushing again, you looked at your feet and said,

“You can pick, Steve.”

He chuckled again and thought for a moment.

She is the sweetest person I’ve ever met. I have to tell her how I feel. Even if she doesn’t feel the same way, she needs to know.

Steve said,

“How about we walk around and look for the perfect tree?”

You shyly said,

“Okay, sounds good.”

So the two of you set off around the rather large orchard. You were nervous. You weren’t often alone in a cute setting with an attractive super hero. After a few minutes of silent walking, Steve broke the silence.

“So, how often do you go apple picking?”

You briefly glanced at the super soldier before replying,

“I used to go all the time when I was a kid, but it’s been awhile.”

For the next few minutes you told him stories of your past experiences with this activity. When you finished, you looked at Steve again. He was looking at you differently than you had ever noticed before. You couldn’t help but look at your feet again and smile.

Suddenly, Steve spoke,

“Y/N, I need to tell you something.”

Your heart stopped.

What does he want to tell me? Does he want me off the team? Did I do something wrong?

You couldn’t help but imagine the worst. Steve continued,

“You are the sweetest, most adorable person I have ever known. I can help but smile when I think of you. When you smile, I’m pretty sure the sun becomes envious. I like you, Y/N. I want to be more than friends.”

Steve was a bit breathless when he finished. It didn’t show, but internally, he was freaking out. He had just declared his feelings for you and he was unsure of what you were going to say.

You were shocked. A million thoughts raced around your head.

Did he just say that? Did Steve Rogers just say he likes me? What’s happening?!

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You came back to your senses and looking at the man in front of you. You didn’t know what to say. However, your body reacted on its own. Before you knew it, you tenderly took his face in your hands and brought his lips to yours.

Steve wasted no time in reacting to the kiss. One hand went to your back to pull you closer and the other cupped your cheek. Finally, when both of you were breathless, you broke apart.

Finding an ounce of confidence, you smirked and said,

“I hope that answers any questions you might have about what I’m feeling.”

Steve laughed,

“I’m not sure, maybe you should reiterate.”

He brought you in for another kiss. Although, this time it was cut short by a throat clearing. The team had found the two of you and standing nearby. Steve and you sprang out of your embrace and blushed simultaneously. Everyone was smiling and Bucky said,

“Finally, you have no idea how frustrating it is to see you both pine for each other. Although now we have to worry about walking in on something like this.”

Steve laughed while calling his friend a punk.

The rest of the Avengers started laughing two as you all walked back to the other trees and resumed apple picking.

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After a great day at the orchard, you and Steve were sitting in the back of the small sports car again. This time, his arm was around you as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Apple picking really was one of your favorite activities.

[teachingoutsidethebinary]

Spark of Love: Part 4

Summary: The Avengers may be a busy group of people, but they always make time for one special night each month: movie night.

Characters: OFC Remington, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: Big Hero 6 spoilers!

Word count: 1526

A/N: As always, thanks to @bloo-moon-freak for being my beta reader! Tag list is open if you’re interested. Thanks for reading!

Read previous parts here

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Life is busy for an Avenger. There was hardly a day when all of them were in the same place at the same time, and that made raising a kid difficult sometimes. Steve was technically Remington’s legal guardian (at least on all the phony paperwork Tony got for her), but everyone played a role in her upbringing. Whether it was getting Remington ready for school, helping her with her homework, or putting her to bed, the Avengers made sure they were there for her.

There was one night when everyone made sure they had no plans. Missions got rescheduled, dates got cancelled, and meetings were pushed to the side.

Movie night.

No matter where they were across the globe, the Avengers made it back in time for their monthly group movie night. Sure, Remington watched movies all the time with her various aunts and uncles, but she really loved it when everyone got together and piled the living room with fuzzy blankets and bowls of popcorn.

Everyone rotated what movie they watched, and tonight, it was Tony’s turn to pick.

“Hurry up!” Remington exclaimed. “I wanna watch the movie!” She scrunched her nose and the lights above flickered. Remington got the idea from when Nat had taken her to see Lion King on Broadway last year. She loved how the lights flickered at the end of intermission to signal everyone to get in their seats and had started using it when she got impatient.

“Remington,” Sam warned. “We don’t need a fuse busting right before the movie starts.”

“But everyone is so slow!” the 8 year-old pouted. “I’ve been waiting here for years.” She screeched as red wisps wrapped around her waist and hoisted her in the air. “Aunt Wanda!” she giggled.

Wanda slowly turned her until she was upside down and floated her over to the big pile of blankets in the middle of the couch. The wisps disappeared, and Remington landed with a muffled thud.

“You can set up the blankets,” Wanda said. “By the time you are finished, we will be ready.”

Remington smiled and began pulling the blankets off the couch. She was definitely a precocious little girl, but it was clear that everyone adored her. She stuck the tip of her tongue out in firm concentration as she made sure the blankets were spaced evenly across the room.

“Popcorn’s almost done!” Steve called from the kitchen. Bucky walked in the common room balancing three salad serving bowls of popcorn while the other super soldier finished popping the last two bags. Nat and Tony brought the last of the drinks, and everyone was finally ready.

“What are we watching, Uncle Tony?” Remington asked as she crawled to her usual spot between Bucky and Sam.

Bucky’s arm could somehow handle the output of Remington’s electricity, so he was always there to absorb the shocks whenever a movie scared her. Sam was, in Remington’s words “an awesome cuddler”, so she liked to sandwich herself between the two men. Whenever she got too scared, she would move towards Bucky and then back to Sam when she calmed down.

“You’re in for a treat, my dear Remington,” Tony said, dramatically, holding his hands behind his back. “I present to you Big Hero 6!” He whipped out the DVD and smiled widely.

“But I thought we were going to watch Moana,” Remington replied, her face falling.

“Well that’s not the reaction I was expecting,” Tony muttered. He walked over and knelt down in front of Remington. “Sweetheart, the last movie we saw was a singing movie. And the one before that. And the one before that.” He shuddered involuntarily. It had taken him weeks to get “Let it Go” out of his head, and he wanted to wait at least another month before subjecting himself to more singing Disney movies. “This movie has robots! And action! You’ll love it, I promise.”

“But-” Remington started. A squeeze from Bucky caused her to look up. He raised his eyebrows and stared down at her. Remington held his intense gaze with one of her own, almost as if she was having a silent conversation with him. Bucky and Remington had a unique relationship. He could relate to her on levels the others couldn’t because of his own experiences with HYDRA, and this seemed to strengthen their bond.

“Okay,” she finally sighed. “We can try this movie.” Sam held his arms out and she curled up in his lap. He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, and she sighed contentedly.

Steve dimmed the lights as Tony popped the DVD into the TV and started the movie.

Any of Remington’s doubts about the movie’s quality disappeared as it moved through the storyline. She became enraged at Tadashi’s death so early in the movie and nearly caused a Tower-wide blackout. Nat made a mental note to never show her Up as Sam soothed her.

After getting over the mental scars of one of the main character’s deaths, Remington fell in love with Baymax. She giggled at his robotic voice and insistence on giving Hiro a hug.

“He’s like you, Uncle Steve,” Remington declared as Baymax squished Hiro to his white, fluffy chest.

“I am not a fat marshmallow!” Steve retorted, making Remington laugh even more.

“No but you give me nice hugs,” she replied, scooting out of Sam’s lap. She clumsily stepped over Nat and Wanda and took out a bowl of popcorn to give Steve a big hug. He held her to his chest and stroked her hair as she settled in her new seat. Remington may have had her usual spot with Sam and Bucky, but she was never one to sit still for too long.

Everyone was in stitches when Baymax began losing battery power.

“Hairy baby,” the robot cooed as it petted a fat cat. “Haiiirrry baby!”

“Can we get a cat?” Remington asked.

“No!” everyone replied.

“Aww man,” she mumbled. Much to everyone’s relief, she dropped the subject.

By the time the battle scene rolled around, Remington was back on the couch between Sam and Bucky. She was sitting on the edge, completely enthralled. Tony looked back and grinned smugly. He knew she was going to like this movie.

There wasn’t a dry eye in the room at the very end of the movie.

“I am satisfied with my care,” Hiro sniffs. Baymax gives him one last nod and propels him to safety, unable to save himself.

“No! It’s not fair!” Remington cried. Tears streamed down her face as she gripped Bucky’s t-shirt. “Don’t leave him! Baymax!”

Thankfully, the movie had a happy ending, but that didn’t seem to quell Remington’s sadness. Even after Tony turned on the lights, she sat in Bucky’s lap, her tears still staining his shirt. Bucky shrugged his shoulders at the rest of the room.

“What wrong, Remington?” Sam asked, rubbing her leg. Remington just shook her head and buried her face deeper in Bucky’s chest.

“Hey, talk to us,” Steve said, soothingly. He walked over and sat down in front of her.

“It’s so sad,” she finally whispers.

“But it turned out okay,” Steve reminded her. “Hiro was able to fix him in the end.” He stood up and held out his arms. Remington stood up between Bucky’s legs and let Steve scoop her up in his embrace. “What’s going on, kiddo?” he asked.

“He left Baymax,” she replied, sadly. “It’s not nice being left behind.”

They never really talked about Remington’s past, but it was bound to come up sooner or later. According to her file, her parents had been killed by HYDRA when they had uncovered her powers, but the Avengers could never be sure what she remembered and what she didn’t.

“Hey, listen to me,” Steve said, setting her down on the ground. He lifted her chin so she was looking at him. “Your mom and dad tried really hard not to leave you, but the bad people who took you were too powerful. They loved you so much, kiddo. I promise.” Truthfully, he had no idea if what he was saying was true. But, the look on her face told him he said exactly the right thing.

“Really?” she asked.

“Yes,” Wanda chimed in. “Very much.” Nat hummed in agreement.

“And we are never going to leave you,” Tony added.

“Sorry, kiddo. You’re stuck with us,” Sam joked.

“Love you, Remington,” Bucky said, rubbing her back.

Remington stood stoically and considered all of their words.

“I love you all too,” she finally said. She looked down at the floor and back up again, with a shy smile on her face. “May we do a hug pile?”

Steve smiled and looked over her head at Bucky. His best friend nodded and crept up behind Remington. He lifted her in the air and waved her around as she squealed in delight. Steve wrapped his arms around both of them as they all fell to the floor. With whoops and cheers, the others joined in the pile until they all laid in a laughing heap. They wouldn’t wanted to have spent their movie night any other way.

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