I am really curious on how Dawson reacts to the Nat situation AND THE ENDING! How does Q fit into that? If you're not comfortable answering due to spoilers, that's okay too. I'm just super super curious.
Oh gosh, well That Part with Nat is going to be…..changed. Because I’m not doing that, fuck the writers for that tbqh. (Also yes I cried AGAIN today even tho I knew it was coming…) ((But I don’t think you’ll like what I’m gonna Change it to lol)
And the ENDING! Ok yes, I will 100% share but I will also put it under the cut cause I know there are still a few people who haven’t seen it and I don’t wanna ruin it for them!
Basically, I’ve decided that Steve’s suit is going to have a malfunction and he’s going to be beep-bopping around time and not be able to land in one time and stay there long enough to return the stones. SO GUESS WHO GOES AFTER HIM?!
Q.
She does a little time travel chase and catches up to him. She fixes his suit for him and they finish returning the stones (hello awkward scene between her and Rumlow hehe) And then once they’re done they have a little Moment where they talk about what’s going to happen when they go back. And Q can tell he’s just so Tired of being Captain America, like he’s done it for so long and hasn’t received any time to be selfish or do what he wants so she puts the decision in his hands.
And while he wants to go back to a simpler time and live a simple life there (aka the forties/early fifties), he doesn’t want to take Q away from Her Time. There’s a little argument between them that ends with her Dramatically Breaking her time travel wristband (they fix it later lmao) because she wants to be with him, it doesn’t matter what time they’re in as long as they’re together.
Once the decision is made, they make their own timeline basically where they save Bucky, destroy the Tesseract and let Other Steve do his thing as Captain America while they basically retire (lol) and live a happy, simple life together in the fifties with their lil family.
Of course this all happens in a matter of seconds for Bruce, Bucky and Sam. Steve still arrives back on the bench and talks with Sam while Q watches with Bucky (they have a Nice Moment too) and then when Sam notices the wedding band and is like “you gonna tell me about her?” Steve just gives him a smile and then looks over his shoulder like “I think I’ll let her tell you herself.” and there’s Old!Q and she’s all happy and Sam is like “Damn.” but also “you could still get it.”
Anyway, that’s kinda my plan with Endgame and the ending and all that jazz. I’m really excited about the Queve portion of it and ugh I just love the imagery of them being old and happy together, having lived the life they deserve after Saving the World.
Stepping into the house, the first thing he noticed was all the different shopping bags scattered around the living room. Clothes were strewn across the furniture, but there looked almost to be some sort of method to the madness; different piles of dresses were in different areas, some hung and some not.
“Queenie?” he called out into the house, a bit afraid of what he might find if he ventured furthered into the house. The click of heels coming from down the hall got his attention, turning from the piles of dresses to see her entering the living room from one of the other rooms in the house.
“Hi,” she gave him a semi-embarrassed smile. He raised his eyebrows, taking a cursory glance around the living room once more before his eyes landed back on her.
“You went shopping, huh?” he asked even though it was painfully obvious. She nodded, sighing a bit as she surveyed the room.
“I did, yeah. I’m trying to find some new clothes...” she gestured to the organized mess, “so I don’t stand out like a sore thumb. The lady at the store was obviously working for a commission because she was very convincing...” she trailed off, “But the styles and cuts are so different and the patterns are weird, and some of the material is so fucking uncomfortable.” she then looked down at herself, making him notice what she was wearing while she shifted her body in the dress as if trying to relieve the said uncomfortableness she was feeling.
The top of the dress was patterned with a gray plaid that was cinched just under her chest before flowing out into a long solid colored skirt that went past her knees. The top had four large, darker gray buttons and there were two strips of white along her collarbones. He had to admit, he had never seen her in anything like it before, but it didn’t make her any less beautiful.
“You’ve never looked better.” he gave her a half smile, wanting her to know that he liked her just as much in fashion from the fifties as he did when she wore things from the future -- or past rather, time travel was confusing some times.
“Oh, kiss my ass, Steve.” she rolled her eyes, trying not to smile. He raised his eyebrows, a smirk spreading across his face.
“Don’t tempt me.” he pushed out his cheek with his tongue. She again rolled her eyes, turning away from him to hide her blush, but flipping up the back of her dress to give him a quick look of her ass under the skirt and making him laugh.
“I’ll just be in the bathroom throwing my fucking guts up because our unborn kid wants to be a dick!” for queve (spoiler alert, i haven't seen endgames yet so idk what happened to steve soo)
the one with the pills
send me prompts!
“I can’t take these, Steve.” she flipped over the pill package to read the label.
“Why not?” he asked, hands slipping into his pockets as he stepped over to her so he could peer at what she was reading from over her shoulder.
For the past few weeks, Q had been suffering from extreme bouts of morning, afternoon and night sickness. He hated seeing the state it left her in: she was always tired, looking a mess and was in a Mood that never ended well for him. Which was why he had stopped by the pharmacy on his way home to pick up something called Thalidomide. It was supposed to help relieve any nausea in pregnant women.
“Because this stuff is linked to some severe birth defects!” she cried out as if he should know it, angrily waving the package of pills in his face, “They banned it in the sixties!” he raised his hands up, pulling an innocent face; he really didn’t know.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know! The man at the pharmacy said it was okay!” he defended himself, trying hard to ignore the angry look she was giving him. She let out an annoyed, frustrated noise before pushing the pill package into his chest, making him take it from her, “I’m just trying to help, Queenie.” he pointed out, his voice going softer in an attempt to sway her. She stared at him for a moment before her shoulders slumped down and her face fell a bit.
“I know, I know...” she trailed off, stepping up closer to him to him and resting her hands against his chest, “I just...this is a lot harder than it would be if we were...you know...” he gave her an understanding smile, placing his hands a top of hers. Adjusting to life in this new time had been hard enough for her. Adding a baby on top of it probably didn’t make things any easier.
“You’re handling it like a champ, baby.” he assured her, “And I’m sorry about the pills.” he apologized again, making her smile a bit, “Do you want me to head back to the pharmacy and pick you up some ginger ale?” he offered, getting a nod from her. Meltdown averted.
There was a beat, a moment which he took to lean in to kiss her, only to have her turn away at the last second -- a groan coming out of her. In a flash, she turned and hurried away from him toward the bedroom.
“I’ll just be in the bathroom throwing my fucking guts up because our unborn kid wants to be a dick!” Q’s voice carried from the bedroom before the sound of a door slamming followed after. He couldn’t help but laugh a little, grabbing the pharmacy bag so he could return the pills for a ginger ale.
Turning away from the door of the hotel room, he looked to see her standing a few feet away from him. In the morning sun, she looked almost angelic. It had been almost two years since they last saw each other, but damnit if she didn’t look even more beautiful than the day she had left.
Neither one of them said anything – what were they even supposed to say in the first place? Before he could figure it out, she took two, purposeful steps toward him. Hands reaching out to his face and clasping them against his cheeks, she kept his face right where she wanted it. Without pause, her lips crashed against his in an unexpected kiss.
It had been so long, so fucking long, since they last shared a kiss. He was embarrassed to admit he had forgotten what it felt like. But as soon as her lips touched his, it all came flooding back to him. Memories overlapped each other, playing like a highlight reel that included more than just images. Sounds, smells, tastes, how it felt…all from his point of view. And by God, he wanted to somehow be able to live in each of those moments at once.
It was so easy to slip right back into it, remembering how to kiss her, what she liked, how she liked it. Like riding a bike. Except this was much better than any stupid bike ride.
But then she was pulling away. Why was she pulling away? The sudden, cold air of the room made him acutely aware of how much space was now in between them. His eyes opened slowly, almost afraid that she had disappeared in the mere moments since their kiss ended.
“Shit, sorry.” she muttered out, hands falling from his face. She turned away from him, arms wrapping around her mid-section, “I shouldn’t have done that.” he didn’t know if she was talking to herself or to him, but his mind was still too foggy from that kiss to figure it out. He was still drowning in the past, all their shared kisses from before she had left still slowly replaying in his head as if to try to compare to the one they just shared.
A curtain of quiet fell across the space between them. He blinked once, twice, three times before realizing that her body was still half-turned in his direction. Right, he was supposed to respond. Fuck, what was he even supposed to say? Did his voice still work? He cleared his throat just to be sure, hands finding their home on his hips.
“You just…surprised me.” he lamely responded, voice a little hoarse even though he had cleared his throat, “Been awhile.” he added awkwardly. A wince flashed across her face at the reminder of how long it had been since they saw each other last.
“Sorry.” she pulled her shoulders up, “It won’t happen again.” her tone made it seemed like a promise, but oh how he wished it was anything but.
It was his turn to close the space between them, reaching out to take her hand from where it was wrapped around her midsection. He turned her toward him, a half smile on his face as they made eye contact.
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it…” he trailed off. She raised her eyebrows, eyes darting down to his lips before returning to his eyes, “Like I said…been awhile.” he repeated himself. His other arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him, “I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed it. You.” he corrected himself. Her hand left his only so she could wrap both arms around his neck.
“I’ve missed you too.” she responded softly, eyes darting down as if she was ashamed to admit it. Was she even allowed to miss him? Since she had been the one that left? But still, it made him smile.
And suddenly, a little flicker of hope began to burn in the bottom of his heart. Maybe there was a chance she would come home someday.
“Oh, come on.” he groaned as he smacked the back of the remote with his palm, “Don’t be an asshole.”
“Did you just call the remote an asshole?” Q asked, walking into the living room. Steve glanced over his shoulder at her, eyebrows raised as if she had just asked the stupidest question.
“It’s being an asshole.” he responded matter of factly. She let out an amused laugh, crossing the room as she did.
“Let me fix that for you, old man.” she teased him, taking the remote from his hands -- and away from his beating. Flipping it over in her hands, she pulled off the back cover to see that there was only one battery in the back. Her eyebrows rose and her mouth dropped into a little o as she remembered why there was only one battery in there.
“Why is there only one battery in there?” Steve’s voice asked the question she really didn’t want to answer. She closed one eye, looking at him with a squint,
“Uh...I may have needed the other one.” she carefully explained, “For something....” she tried to be vague, but also get her point across so that Steve wouldn’t make her say it. He stared at her for a long moment, expression unchanging. Fine -- technically it was his fault anyway. She took in a breath, straightening up as she did, “Remember that mission you went on last month?” he nodded, watching her eyebrows raise up as she continued, “Well, you were gone and I...was missing you...” he didn’t miss the subtle glance to his crotch while she continued, eyes returning back to his face, “and I needed a battery....” Oh. He got it.
A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth and he planted his hands on his hips while Q covered her face with her hands. She groaned, making him laugh a little, “I swear, I meant to put it back.” she tried to explain. He stepped closer to her, pulling her hands from her face.
“You missed me, huh?” he tilted his head to the side, loving the small red blush that was crawling up the sides of her neck. She nodded, lower lip being pulled into her mouth by her teeth, “Well, let me make it up to you.” his voice lowered, making her shiver a bit.
every morning, steve gets up before she does, gives her a forehead kiss and then goes on his run – making sure to stop by the local deli to grab her a breakfast sandwich, hot chocolate and newspaper
they spend the morning in bed: she works on the crossword puzzle section while he reads the home and garden section or front page stuff.
there’s always a puzzle spread out on the dining room table that they work on during dinner or whenever they’re sitting there
she sits on the counter while he cooks, taste-tasting everything and always trying to start a food fight
he records all the episodes of the property brothers so she can watch them
she plays old 40s music and he’ll randomly pull her into a dance in the middle of the living room
strip scrabble
date night is literally just two large pizzas for each of them and a movie with no pants and it’s ahhhhhhmazing
during the time he’s an insurgent/after they’re married, they have little monthly meetups at the beach house and keep their wedding rings in a bowl by the door to slip on as soon as they get in – knowing who’s there already
she’s always the big spoon.
to make her feel better, steve will do joe manganiello’s strip scene from magic mike 2 and it makes q laugh hysterically but also she’s extremely turned on
so much sweet lovemaking
she hangs up his drawings all over the house, acting as if they deserve to belong in the louvre rather than their house on the hill
they’re big fans of quick lil pda kisses like a one, two, three quick kisses type deal whenever they’re out together
hand! holding!
she loves getting steve to curse – esp when they’re in bed together
sometimes he looks at her like she’s the most precious thing on earth and he’s just lucky to be in her presence and it gives her chills cause no one’s ever looked at her like that
she’ll fall asleep on his chest while they’re laying on the couch and he doesn’t move no matter how badly he has to pee.
feeding each other some of their food! sharing drinks!
q’s not very good at saying her feelings but she sure is good at showing them if you know what i mean
sometimes they take baths together and q just fills the tub up with bubbles so they can have a bubble fight
when he’s an insurgent and she’s working for the government again, they can’t be seen together so he sends flowers to the compound and she says they’re from her secret admirer, even though she knows it’s steve
18. Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away. - For Queve, if you wanna? :)
the one with the innuendo
send me prompts!
“Hi, baby.” Steve greeted her as he came inside the house. He had been outside all morning working on the garden before it got too hot to do anything. She was inside, content with her crossword and bagel.
“Hi, sweetheart.” she grinned back at him as he came around the kitchen table. She tilted her head up, already ready for her morning kiss. He swooped down, pressing his lips against hers in a loving way.
Then, suddenly, he blew a large puff of air directly into her mouth. Pulling away, she immediately doubled over, sputtering out the excess oxygen so not to go into a coughing fit.
“Steven!” she trilled out, voice an octave higher than it normally was. He gave her an amused smirk before darting away. Scrambling off the chair, she ran after him, chasing him through their house.
Going through the living room, she used the furniture as leverage. She jumped up onto the top of the couch only to leap off of it and onto his back, knowing he would catch her. He let out a noise that sounded both like a groan and a laugh at the same time, but his arms wrapped around her legs so he could anchor her.
Still trying to get away, he made his motions a little more exaggerated. Almost lunging forward with each step and letting out a pained groan each time. He slowly sank to his knees on the carpet in the living room, giving up.
Rolling around, he pulled her so she was on top of his chest, faces mere inches from each other. The shit-eating grin was still on his face and when he tried to dart forward to kiss her, she immediately dodged it.
“No!” she slapped his chest, “You do not get to blow unwanted air into my mouth and then try and kiss me again after!” she chastised. He groaned dramatically, tossing his head back so it hit the floor, “God, you suck.” she muttered, laying the side of her head down on his chest. He laughed in response, hand moving to thread through her hair,
“No, I’m pretty sure I blew.” he corrected her, the shit-eating grin getting bigger. She moved her head so she was able to make eye contact with him, fighting the smile that was threatening to appear.
“You blew, huh? So...you blew me?” she raised her eyebrows, keeping steady eye contact with him. It took him a moment to understand her innuendo, but once he did, the sides of his neck started to become red while his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down a few times. She smirked at him, hand moving down his chest, “I only ask cause, well I mean, usually that’s my job.” she said innocently while her hand got dangerously close to the waistband of his pants.
He bit his bottom lip before his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against his chest so she wouldn’t fall when he got to his feet a second later. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist while they started toward the bedroom.
"Your job, huh?” he asked, eyebrows raising, “Are you sure about that?” She smirked at him, leaning closer so her lips were brushing against his,
“You’ll just have to wait and see.” she whispered before leaning in for a kiss -- only to do exactly what he had done to her mere moments earlier, making herself laugh and him groan.
“Will you just hold still?” her grip on his chin became firmer as she tried to anchor him as much as she could, “God, you’re like a child.” she muttered under her breath, even though Steve could very clearly hear her.
“I thought I was an old man?” he asked cheekily, repeating what she had said to him moments earlier, before they had started this. She looked up from her work to give his smirk a glare.
“Do you want your beard to be uneven?” she asked raising her eyebrows, “Cause it’s gonna be uneven if you keep fucking twitching.” he rolled his eyes at her dramatics but stilled when she clicked her scissors together for emphasis.
Once she was certain he wasn’t going to move again, she resumed trimming his beard. Something about how it was getting too long -- making him look like the old man he was or Moses or something like that. And usually he was able to sit still when told to. But having her straddle him and tug at his beard every so often was making him twitch. It was kind of her fault too; she always pulled it during sex so of course he was having a Pavlov’s dog type of response to it whenever she pulled it otherwise -- especially while she was trimming his beard. And he couldn’t do anything but sit there.
“Done.” she said after a few moments. She sat back on his lap, setting her scissors to the side so her fingers were free to gently card through the beard. A small smile appeared as she admired her work, eyes darting up from the beard to meet his eyes.
Then, almost like she knew what she was doing, she tugged the beard -- eliciting a reaction from him. He had sat still long enough, through all those accidental or on purpose beard tugs. He had had enough of her teasings.
“Okay, that’s it.” he growled out, suddenly standing up. He made sure to support her back so she didn’t go tumbling off his lap, but her legs were securely fastened around his waist -- almost as if she was expecting it. She let out a giggle that was quickly silenced by his hard kiss while he walked them to the bedroom.
