Steve Rogers x fem!reader
Chapter summary: Steve has agreed to help you escape the treacherous Russian mob. Now, you’ll need Sam’s help to escape. What happens when the Council figures out your plan? [Heavily based on John Wick]
Ба́ба-Яга́ means the boogeyman.
Song for Chapter: Algorhythm by Childish Gambino
Author’s Note: Sorry this has taken me so long. I thought I would’ve updated sooner but with everything going on, it’s a bit harder to. I also think my updating may be even sparser since I’ll be starting online school on monday but I will still update! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Warnings: angst, some fluff, swearing, mentions of murder and illegal activities, character death, mentions of violence and blood, SMUT!! vaginal sex, dirty talk,[if you are not 18+ do not read]
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Steve sat in his motel room, running through his thoughts. He cursed at himself for acting like he didn’t care. Even if I do have resentment towards you, I don’t hate you. I would never put you in danger. I owe you that. That just repeated in his head over and over again. He never thought that he was just doing this because he owed you, not once. He was so stupid for letting you think that. He knew the quip was formulated from the pent up resentment but how could he say something like that?
Despite the pain, he’s still in love with you. He’s so helplessly in love with you that he literally dropped everything all together to help you get out. After years of zero contact, he’s still putting you first. You will always be first. Having you by his side for the last 24 hours has helped him see that.
Ever since you left, he hasn’t been happy. He slept around constantly so he could forget about you. Even Sam and his best friend were a bit worried about him in his constant endeavors of other women. He had changed. He became this womanizer that had leftover panties lounging around the room. When you left, he thought he couldn’t love again. So, he slept with any woman that would sleep with him.
But who is he to fool himself greatly? He wanted a family. Back then, he had always told you that family was never a priority. Despite being in love, he just didn’t give a fuck. Everything was so easy to lose and his family was rough around the edges so why would he ever want anything like that?
Now, losing you had made him realize that he wanted little feet padding across the floor while his arm was around you as the two of you relaxed on the couch. He wanted to wake up to a little body crashing on top of his to wake him up but you pulled them in, snuggling together as a family. He wanted to go to the park with your child on your shoulders and run around getting dirt on yourselves.
He wanted you. He wanted your legs to slightly kick him while you slept. He wanted to come home and prepare dinner for you as you sat on the kitchen counter, sipping a glass of wine and watching him intently. He wanted to have a family dinner with you by his side and your little one playing with the food. He was a fucking idiot to not see what was right in front of him. He’s so much an idiot that you’re finally here again, right in front of his face and the only words that come out of his mouth “I owe you so that’s why I’m here.”
He guessed you left because you can’t have a family, at least with him. If you wanted out, then why would you be in a family from the life you’re directly getting away from?
But he still never knew exactly why. What didn’t help was that even when he asked others in Tarasov, they would always respond with “It’s classified.” The only thing he could do was guess. He knew you always wanted a family but you always convinced yourself that you weren’t worthy of having one. He knew that in this world, having a family is a difficult task and with you already protecting your niece and sister, it would be damn hard to protect Steve and a little one as well.
What was crushing him at the moment was the idea that someone else was going to have a family with you. Sure, he valued your happiness above all and he would give up anything for you but the thought of you being with someone else made his heart shatter. Someone wrapped around you? Someone fucking you into a mattress? Someone waking up to your smile every day? He could throw up just thinking about it.
Being held with his thoughts in a cramped space made him feel uneasy. So, he rushed out of the room and went to the dusty soda machine, putting a dollar inside. He picked which soda he wanted and pressed the numbers that corresponded. He paused, hearing a snap of a twig in the deep woods next to him. He whipped around and squinted, trying to look past the tall thick trees. He gulped and hoped that it was just an animal. He also really wished he had his gun on him right now.
The two of you were huge targets for The Council since no one just ‘escapes.’ He continued to watch the wooded area, eyes darting over anything that moves. He was then drawn back to reality as the thump of his soda hit the bottom of the machine. Without batting an eye, he bent down and quickly grabbed the soda. He didn’t want to waste any time, wanting to be right back in his room. He looked over one last time, making sure that no one was there and then walked towards his room. Before he could open the door, he paused. What if he saw you? There could be the danger after all. He then slowly turned to look over at your hotel door, thinking about apologizing.
Before his brain could catch up with his body, his fist went ahead and pounded on the door. He waited for a little but his spine ran cold as he never heard you move. Were you okay? He continued to knock, only louder this time. He really hoped you were okay. Still, no answer and he swears this door was going to be broken if-
You swing the food open and relief washed through his whole body, “Steve…” He sees the Glock in your hand as you rest it on the table near the door. His eyes widened a little as all you’re in was a bathrobe. His gruff voice startles you a bit. “Hey...Can we talk?” You nod and open the door more, indicating for him to come inside. He puts the half-empty soda on the table and strides to the left, trying to be as far away as possible and making sure to not make any eye contact with you. After closing the door, you just stood to wonder why he was here, near the doorway of the bathroom. You feel Steve’s eyes on yours while you lean in the bathroom door. You suddenly became flustered, realizing that you’re not even in any clothes.
Steve just stands frozen, mentally tries to get his shit together. He can’t let himself get distracted by you but it’s damn hard. He’s here for a purpose. But all he could think of was your naked body under that robe, squeaky clean and glistening skin and-
He shook his head but then blinked as he saw the blood seeping into your thin white robe. “Y/N…” You look over at the wound on your shoulder, from where that woman had seeped a knife in. “You’re bleeding.” You wave it off, trying to mask the pain that suddenly seeped over you. How did you not notice you were bleeding? You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t even feel it. “I’m fine, Steve. What did you come here to talk about?” You definitely didn’t realize how big this knife wound was and your breath hitched. Losing this much blood was not looking good for you.
He just shook his head, not even bothering to answer your question. His body came forward and you were about to stop him, telling him again that you were fine but he grabbed your hand and led you to the bathroom. Steve then grabs your hips and lifts you on top of the bathroom sink. You just shut up and let him, knowing how protective he is over you. Even though you are the most feared assassin globally, Steve has always been super protective.
“Where’s your first aid kit?” You tell him where and he went to go fetch it. You peeled back part of your robe where the wound is, hissing at the cold air made contact. Steve arrives back into the bathroom shortly and spreads out what he needs on the other side of the sink.
He stands right next to you, making sure that the only thing touching you was his hand that was about to clean the wound. He takes alcohol swabs and starts cleaning the blood around the wound, watching as discomfort takes the place of your features. You moan in pain as he swipes over the wound. And he just looks at you with guilty eyes as you wave him off and slug down the glass of whiskey that happened to be next to you.
He then grabs a needle and stitches and turns towards you. He gulps after realizing that the best angle was right between your legs. He slowly walked in between your legs, feeling his hot breath fan across your face and he stared right into your eyes. He couldn’t help but just stand there for a minute, gazing at the face he’s missed too much. His eyes trickled from your eyes to the shape of your nose, and finally your lips. You just stiffened. If there wasn’t an open wound on your shoulder you would definitely make out with him right now.
He got his mind back on track and slowly started to stitch your wound. You gasped and subconsciously gripped his arm, nail digging into his skin. He blushed from the feeling of your gaze on his figure but he masked it, continuing to stitch the wound. After he was done, he made sure nothing was wrong and he went to clean the needle but he stopped. He felt your eyes on him and he couldn’t help but look back at your gorgeous face. He stood there, placing the needle down in the sink and leaning even closer to your body.
“Steve…” You trailed off, your noses barely touching each other. He was too irresistible. Here you were, trying to protect him and yourself from doing anything rash but his mouth just looks so kissable. You silently said “fuck it” and quickly attached your lips to his. He swallowed your mouth, lips folding together. His hands came up to grab the back of your neck, pulling you into him even further.
Your lips touch with fervor, desperately trying to get closer and closer to each other. He pulls back, panting but he quickly starts kissing the nape of your neck. God, it had been so long. Too long. His large hands lower, massaging your breasts and pinching his fingers on the hardened nub. You whine at the overwhelming sensations and the feeling of him on you. You were already so wet, a pool starting to dampen the robe.
No words were shared as his large hands moved up to caress your shoulder, just underneath the wound. His lips sucked and bit on your neck, making you whimper at the feeling of his lips touching your body again. You tried to slow your pounding heart but it was pointless. You can’t believe you left, Senegal was definitely not worth missing the feeling of his lips attacking your neck. His tongue swiping over your sweet spot and you gasp. He smirked and concentrated his sucking there, your toes curled as the bathroom was filled with your moans.
You quickly jump into his arms and he catches you, hands securely holding you up from your legs. Your legs wrap around his back, you could feel his hard cock through his jeans. You shove your lips back onto his, fingers pulling at his blonde locks making him groan on your lips. He starts to walk to the bed, the heated, desperate kiss never breaking.
He felt so good, your hot bodies caressing against one another. You really, really missed him. You missed those red lips and his broad chest against yours. You missed those hands, large and delicate. His lips tasted like sugary soda, and your teeth clashed with one another. He set you down for one second and started taking off his clothes which prompted you to quickly take off your robe.
He then laid you on the bed, hands gripping your hips. “Fuck, doll, you’re already so wet for me.” He lowered his head and swiped his tongue along your wet pussy. You withered at the sensation, completely enamored by him and only him. He practically smacked his lips together, savoring your taste. “Oh, how I’ve missed the taste of you, doll.” You yelped as he grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer to him, and with no warning, he started to pound into you. He chuckles at your cry, “Can’t help it, baby, it’s been too long.” He takes one hand and starts to massage your breast, relishing in the feeling of it against his hands.
All you could do was whimper and moan with your head leaned back. The sound of skin slapping against each other was loud and sinful. “Fuck I’ve missed that cunt, doll. So good for me.” You felt so tight around his hard cock that made him moan. And you really missed the feeling of his cock inside of you, the slight sting from his stretching to his rapid pounding inside of you. His thrusts fogged your mind, your mouth barely able to spout out words. “F-Fuck, S-steve.. Steve… Shit.”
His grunts skated across the room as he pounded harder and your hands cling onto the fabric of the bed, leaving you a moaning mess. That knot in your stomach started to coil and Steve came down to give you sloppy kisses that started down from your breasts to your face. “F-Fuck, Steve.” He licks his lips, “You’re so fucking perfect, taking my cock like that.” Your hips start to buck, and he pounds even harder and faster. “I know you’re close, baby.”
You lower your hand and start messaging your clit while Steve cursed. “Oh, baby, that’s it. Play with yourself. Fuck.” You gasp and your jaw practically hits the floor, his moans stopping him from completing a whole sentence. “Come around me, doll. Shit… I wanna feel you... Oh fuck.” Your back arched as you came all over his cock, your walls squeezing him so. You struggled to breathe as gasps continued to fill the room, your eyes fluttered close as Steve rode out your high. He couldn’t take it any longer from your cunt continuing to squeeze his cock. He growled, still pounding into you as he released his cum that filled you up. All he could do was stare in awe as it leaked out of your pretty cunt.
You two clean yourselves up and go back to bed, wrapping yourselves up in the blankets and snuggling up against each other. His hand starts tracing patterns on your side, a goofy smile never leaving him. He then looks over with concern, “I completely forgot about the wound, are you okay?” You laugh, looking over to inspect it. “It doesn’t hurt very much. Nothing a swig of whiskey won’t hurt.” He chuckled, moving a piece of hair out of your eyes.
“You know, I initially came in here to just talk to you.” You playfully roll your eyes and turn your head, “Oh really?” He nodded, staring back at the ceiling with a small lopsided smile on his face. “I-” Someone started wiggling the door handle and the two of you just stared at each other.
Steve runs into the bathroom to grab his gun while you run to the table you left it on as well. You two were so dumb and wrapped with the sensation of each other that you didn’t even hear anyone try and break-in. Well, until now. Steve, only in his boxers, throw you the robe and you quickly put it on.
You both aim the gun at the door and the door bursts open to a blonde woman holding an assault rifle. Steve lowers his gun a tad bit, confusion taking over his features. But the woman continues to point it at the two of you and cocks it back.
“What do you want, Sharon?” She smirks at the two of you clearly naked before she came in and the smell of sex filling her nose. “He’s good, isn't he?” You look over at Steve and his head is hung low. “He’s really good when he-” “That’s enough, Sharon.” She smirks and steps a bit closer. You knew that you had a clear shot right now but you have a pistol and she has an assault rifle, you have to be a bit smarter than just aiming a gun and shooting.
“You know, Stevie, I didn’t want to do this because you’re a pretty good fuck but oh well, good things have to come to an end.” She points the gun at him and presses on the trigger. You yell, trying to jump in front of him but Sharon abruptly falls on the floor. Both your heads snap up to see the red-headed woman from earlier.
You and Steve quickly aim again but she shoves her hands up in the air. “I come with no harm.” You and Steve share a look and don’t seem to trust her. She can definitely tell so she continues, “Look, I know it was bad earlier but I promise you, I’m no longer going to harm you.” She sets her gun down on the ground and slides it over to the two of you. You and the red-headed woman stare back at each other.“You don’t remember me, do you?” You shook your head as Steve took your gun and put it on the table. He then goes into the bathroom to get a shirt. “I’m Natasha.” You nod, still not ringing any bells.
“Ты спас меня, баба Яга” [you saved me] Steve walks back into the room and leans on the wall, watching the two of you. “I did?” She nods. “I was new to the Tarasov at the time, probably around 15. I was sent on my first mission and was told to kill ten people but what they didn’t tell me was that I didn’t have any bullets.” Your eyes flashed over to hers, remembering the scared little girl that was about to die from corrupt men. “I was about to die, two men had caught me and were about to shoot me in the head but you came in and slit their throats. You then gave me a gun, with real bullets, and stalked off while I shot the rest of the men.” Steve raises an eyebrow a small smirk dancing on his face, “You really like saving people.” You give them a small smile but turn your attention back on Natasha. “Then why are you here?”
She reaches into her pocket and gives you a small piece of paper. “I realized that the Tarasov can’t tell me what to do all the time. The Council doesn’t dictate me either so I want to help you, regardless of a debt that has now been repaid.” You take the piece of paper and Steve shrugs over at Sharon. “What about her?” Natasha walks over to her and slightly lifts her up. “I’ve got her. You two go ahead and get some rest.” She then takes Sharon over her soldiers and walks out of the motel room. “Why don’t we go to my room? The lock isn’t broken.” You nod and Steve helps you get your things and takes it to his room.
There's indefinite silence, you’re both laying on the bed, trying to sleep but all you could do was stare at each other. Steve is trying to formulate words to tell you how much Sharon didn’t mean to him and how much he wants to be with you but it feels like there’s a frog being lodged in his throat. You were trying to do the same but trying to get the courage to tell him that he shouldn’t be ashamed of Sharon.
“Look, y/n, I-” You shook your head and closed your eyes shut. “You don’t need to wait for me, Steve.” His heart plummets all the way down to his feet. He doesn’t want you to think that he’s moved on. He didn’t want you to think that he never pictured you underneath him when it was just some random girl. He didn’t want you to think that he didn’t still love you.
He grabs your wrist, scared that you were going to close yourself off. “I still want you. Sure, I tried to move on. Tried to forget you but… I can’t.” Your heart beats rapidly as you just stare at Steve in surprise. But you quickly try to mask yourself as that blank assassin. You can’t let him get to you. Not when you can protect him from the truth.
Steve then stares directly at you, looking into your gorgeous eyes as he tries to explain himself. “I want you to know that I’m sorry for earlier. Not just for Sharon, which she definitely never meant anything but also for saying that I’m just doing this to repay a debt. You don’t owe anything. I’m doing this because… I still love you.” He looked at you with wide eyes as your face turned into a full frown.
“Steve.. Stop.” His eyebrows furrowed and you sit up a bit more, “What do you mean? It’s the truth.” You just shook your head again. You really didn’t want to talk about this, especially not with him. He can’t know what you’ve done. He can’t know why they sent you to Senegal.
“Steve, you can’t love me.” His grip on your wrist tightens but you don’t fail to have a blank face.“What? Why?” You shook your head, “You just can’t.” This time he’s directly in front of you, eyes darting around your face. “y/n whatever it is you can tell me.” His pleading eyes never leave you and you can slowly feel yourself sinking in.
“Steve… Please... don’t.” He cupped your cheek, moving the pad of his thumb across your cheek. “Y/n. You can tell me anything… Please.” You paused, watching as his soft eyes trailed yours. All you could do was try to swallow the big lump that was forming in your throat.
“That night that I left for Senegal? I was assigned to kill your father.”
