warnings - reader is starting to struggle with mental health, Tony is trying.
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It was dawn and the gears in Y/n head has been turning for hours. She feels as if everything in her life at the moment is just a dream. A weird fever dream that will end as soon as she wakes up. Everything has changed and it seems that everything is ok. She smiles, she laughs, but every time she does this, she feels like she is lying. Like if she quits smiling, laughing, talking then Tony will leave her. Where will she go then? What will she do?
She looks around in this lavish room and can't help but feel a longing toward her own life. A simple and relatively poor life. A life where her and her mom would sit on the porch and paint, and watch the birds go by. They would gossip about people in hushed tones as if they were there listening. Now she's gone. She's gone and she has to adjust to someone who barely knows her. She has to change schools, she has to meet new people, she has to start new with a new family that had no clue she existed. tears fell silently from ger cheeks, as she got even further lost in thought.
An abrupt knock came from the door, she ran towards the bed and ran under the covers. She doesn't want Tony to see her like this. She doesn't want him to feel guilty, or even get mad that she is not grateful she is, it's just that she feels a little lost in the new world. The door opened silently, with a slight shuffling. The bed indented by her as a hand started to rub her shoulder. "Hey pipsqueak, it's time to wake up. The guys are here, and they would like to meet you." She mumbled an 'ok' without looking up at him.
"Pepper wanted to know if you had a preferencing schools?" 'My school.' she thought bitterly. She turned to him and gave him a half assed grin; one he saw right through. "No, I am sure I will like whatever she chooses." He nods, "Well come on down when you get dressed and we'll get breakfast. I got to a mission in a few hours, and I wanted to spend some time together till then. Sound cool?" He asks wrapping her in a hug, rocking her slightly. "Yeah, sounds cool." He nods again kissing her head and leaving her to get dressed.
As soon as he closes the door he asks "Jarvis?"
"Yes, sir?"
"How is she doing?"
"She has cried every night sir. It appears that Miss Stark is pretending to be happy around you and Miss Potts."
"I was kind of worried you would say that buddy. Call me if something happens no matter what kay?"
"Of course, sir."
Y/n got dressed and she went downstairs trying to appear as upbeat as possible. "Good morning." She greeted as she went into the kitchen stopping once she sees all of the Avengers sitting at the counter. They all stare at her in pique curiosity, and Tony sits there with a huge grin on his face. "Everyone this is Y/n, the daughter of yours truly. Y/n this is the team, I assume you know them."
"Yeah, hey nice to meet you all." She adds lowering her gaze feeling kind of like they are picking her apart by the seams. Captain America walks up towards and looks down as she looks up at his massive form. "Has anyone ever told you when you look at them like that you are insanely intimidating?" He breaks out in a laugh and smiles ear from ear. "Oh, never mind." She adds making the whole teams laugh or at least smile at the honest girl. "I'm Steve Rogers, nice to meet you." He says extending his hand. "I know; I've seen the detention video like thirty times. It's etched in my brain now."
"Detention huh?"
"For fighting, apparently if you punch a guy for being a bully, you're the one in trouble."
Steve turns to Tony with a grin on his face, "I like her." Tony swells with pride. "I thought you might." Steve turns back to Y/n returning to his stoic stand. "Well, Y/n I will be training you very day after school. That way you stay in peak shape."
"A sixteen-year-old and a super soldier sounds fair to me."
"I'll go easy on you don't worry."
"Oh, I wasn't. Thank you."
She walks over to the fridge, and she pours some orange juice. Thor sits in the corner of the countering eating pop tarts as if they have gone extinct. "You're eating those cold?" He peers up at her, "yes what other way is there?" she shrugs looking into her juice, "The toaster." He looks at her skeptically and she silently takes one of his pop tarts and pops it in the toaster. He tries to speak but he brings her hand up to silence him. The toaster pops and she take it and puts it in his plate.
"Oh, my gods." He says simply. "Life changing right?"
"Your will be a valuable part of this team Y/n." Tony shushes him, but it was too late.
"Part of the team? You plan on making me part of the team!?" she turns to Tony, fuming.
"At some point when you're ready. You still have to be trained and everything. Look I know you can do this. Everything is going to be ok."
"I can't believe you! I don't want this, Tony!"
"Don't call me that." '
"What?"
"I'm not Tony to you. That something you call a guy on the subway. I am your father."
"For like five minutes! Just because we share DNA does not mean that you're my father! I will not change my life for you!"
"Y/n-" Before he can reason she leaves the room and heads toward the front door. She walks out walking toward what she knows. She starts walking home.
Warnings: nonconsensual sex (vaginal ntercourse, violence), angst, general assholery.
This is dark!(nomad)Steve and explicit. 18+ only. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS. I mean it, I’m not gonna tell you again.
Summary: The reader makes her move.
Note: Alright, so this is the final part of this series and I’m shocked that I’ve finished it bc I was struggling boo. But here ya go. I hope you all are ready and I dunno if you’ll like it, but this is the end.
Anyways, let me know what you think as always with a reblog and/or some feedback. Love ya <3
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You watched your mother as she set the casserole dish in the middle of the table. She hadn’t said much to you since your arrival. She avoided it as she distracted herself with the family dinner. Your sister sat across from you, she meant to say something but had yet to find the gull.
Your father was the only who was unfazed by your presence. Never the talkative type, he at least looked away from his book for more than two seconds to acknowledge you. He greeted you with a hug and asked after your day.
The tension of thoughts unspoken kept you silent too. You waited at the table and resisted the habitual urge to take your phone out. That would only be a reminder. Of how terribly everything could go. Your last hope were the texts you quickly erased upon reading. The emails deleted within minutes of receiving them.
Tony Stark had a plan and it all hinged on you. And Steve. Agents were in place to descend on your apartment the moment you sent the code word but their target had been absent for almost five days. Just like his presence, it made you anxious. He had been away for longer before. You should be relieved to be free of him, but you knew it was only temporary.
Your mother served everyone before she sat. You twirled your fork but even the savoury aroma of her family recipe couldn’t rile your appetite. You may not know when Steve would show up next, but you knew the end was imminent. All you had to do was send the word. One word and he was done.
“So, honey,” Your mother’s voice was hesitant. “How have you been?”
“Working,” You replied. “You know, the same old.”
The sound of cutlery against the plates filled the silence that followed.
“And how’s Nick?” Gia asked suddenly. You looked up to her grin and narrowed your eyes.
“I wouldn’t know,” You said.
“Gia,” Your mom warned.
“Oh come on, the last time we saw her, her ex was tryna fight her new boytoy.” Gia trilled. “Our family can be dramatic but that was--”
“He’s not--Nick is just...Nick.” You interjected. “Jesus, I came here to be with all of you and you’re treating me like some...pariah. Should I have worn a scarlet letter for our dinner?”
“We’re worried,” Your mother intoned. “We don’t know this Nick very well and after what happened with Ethan--”
“Ethan hates me. He has every right to.” You snarled. “What do you want me to say? He was right, I’m a slut.”
“Language,” Your mother reproached.
“I’m an adult! I’ll use whatever language suited to the situation.” You dropped your fork and crossed your arms. “Why aren’t you saying anything to Gia as she dates a man nearly two decades older than her, hmm?”
“We love you, we just want to make sure you’re okay,” Your mother protested.
“Then leave her alone,” Your father spoke up as he swallowed a mouthful of casserole. “Pete’s sake, she’s told you a dozen times. Let her make her own mistakes. Judgin’ her’s not gonna do her any favours.”
You blinked and looked to your dad as he leaned back in his chair.
“This Nick boy causes any trouble, I’ll deal with him myself.” He shook his head. “Just like I dealt with Ethan.”
“What?” You lifted a brow. “What does that mean?”
“I had a talk with him after the barbecue. Told him to leave you alone. He’s angry. Hurt. But I told him it’s no sense hounding you and making you both more miserable than you already are.” He sighed. “It will pass. All of it.” He looked to your mother pointedly. “So let it pass and be nice.”
You mother sniffed and stared at the table. Gia glared at you over her plate and you tapped your fingers along the wood. You nodded and slowly stood.
“I’m not hungry.” You said. “Besides, I didn’t come here to eat. I came here to spend time with you. I thought, stupidly, that we could be friendly.” You stepped out from between the chair and table. “I love you. All of you. I just think I need some time.”
“Honey,” Your mother stood, “Please--”
“I’ve got work tomorrow,” You neared her and forced your arms around her. “I’ll see you.”
You let go of her and patted your sister’s arm as she sulked in her chair. Your father stood and hugged you in turn. He clung to you a moment before he held you at arm’s length. His wrinkles deepened as he considered you.
“Take care of yourself, kiddo,” He said.
“I’ll try, dad,” You slowly parted from him and his hand fell from your shoulder. “Bye.”
You grabbed your coat and jacket at the door and looked back into the dining room. Your dad watched as you opened the door and disappeared out onto the street. Well, there wasn’t as much at stake as you thought.
-
‘Dear Mom, Dad, Gia, or whoever finds this letter,
If I'm missing or dead, I want this to be a record of why. If this man gets the best of me, I want there to be a chance that someone might get him.’
Your hand hovered over the paper as you thought. The small book light lit your words as you sat in the dark. The mattress was lumpy, its time on the floor had worsened its springs. You flicked your pen against your lip and bit the cap. Slowly, you pressed the ballpoint to the paper again.
‘It happened up north, on vacation with my friends, Kaya, Camile, Milani, and Corette, as well as my sister, Gia. They do not know what happened but they can confirm that they left me alone for several hours to visit the beach. During which I was accosted and assaulted by the fugitive known as Steve Rogers. He was bleeding and left me bleeding in turn.
I returned at the end of the week to the apartment I shared with my boyfriend, Ethan. For a few weeks, my life was the same as it was. But then he appeared again, broke into my apartment, and assaulted both me and Ethan. He made Ethan watch as he raped me and this led to the end of that relationship.
Thereafter, living on my own and without witness, I was visited almost weekly by Steve Rogers. He introduced himself to those I knew as Nick and coerced me into hiding his identity. If you capture him, you will find footage of at least one of his assaults on his phone. You will also find that he once more assaulted Ethan at one of my family’s events.
You will also note my correspondence with Stark Industries. They can provide you with a full transcript as I have erased all evidence on my end to keep myself safe. If they have failed to aid me in capturing the fugitive, then this letter will be of use to you. I only hope that he is caught before he can do this to someone else.
In the event that this letter is read, I want my family to know that I love them. I am sorry I didn’t tell them the truth but it was for their own safety.’
You leaned back against the pillow and re-read the letter. You shivered and folded it up carefully. Your last testament. All that would remain of you should this all go to shit. You got up and tucked folded the paper up so that it fit behind the upholstery of your jewelry box. When Steve arrived, you’d text your mother your hiding spot. You only prayed Steve didn’t discover it first.
-
It was your day off. You didn’t sleep and so you showered and dressed early. Unsure of when the bell would toll, you determined to make what could be your last day to yourself entirely self-indulgent.
You spent an hour in the bookstore. It was ages since you visited the familiar aisles, browsed old titles and new. You still hadn’t read the last haul of books you’d taken home with you. You weren’t sure you ever would but the smell of paperback comforted you. It reminded you of a time before; the alphabetized spines were the only order in your chaotic life.
You paid for a collection of Poe’s stories and made your way to the cafe next door. Many of the bookstore’s patrons ended up here. It was bustling that day but many took their coffee to go. You ordered a tea and sat in the corner, a round-backed armchair with another beside it. Empty.
It was easy to feel lonely these days. With a secret you couldn’t share with anyone; a torment you faced on your own. You left your tea to cool on the small table between the chairs and opened the book. Many of these tales you’d read before but each time you read them, they felt new again, though the sense of horror was nothing compared to that you faced outside the pages.
“You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded –with what caution –with what foresight –with what dissimulation I went to work!”
You began to slump in your chair as you read the descent into madness, the almost inhuman insanity did not seem so fantastical anymore. Perhaps, Poe’s horror wasn’t fictional, but a reflection of the depths of humanity. Of how low one could sink when their soul is corrupted.
A shadow moved beside you and a cup was placed next to yours. The book fell closed around your finger as you let it rest in your lap. You stared over at your villain. Steve sat down heavily and smirked over at you.
“Is this what you do with your free time?” He asked as he ran his hands along his thighs, smoothing the wrinkles from the worn denim.
You pulled your finger from the pages without marking your place and set the small volume behind your cup. You took your tea and sipped as you looked around the cafe. “It’s what I’m doing today.”
“It’s been a while,” He remarked as he picked up his own cup and cradled it just above his lap. “Do you think this will save you?”
You turned and squinted at him. You drank again. The tea was lukewarm and acidic. “Save me?”
“All these people,” He glanced around. “Do you think that will stop me?”
“I know it won’t,” You replied and took another gulp before setting aside the dregs to cool entirely. “So what are you waiting for?”
He laughed and raised his mug to his lips. He drank the dark coffee and placed his mug next to yours. “You don’t give up, do you?”
“And neither do you,” You countered.
“I don’t,” He said as he leaned over the arm of his chair. “And let me assure you, I’ve dealt with people far more formidable than you, girl.”
You nodded. This was what he did. He enjoyed it; taunting you. “I’m sure you have.” You examined the lines of your palm. You itched to grab your phone but could not make it so obvious. “Where have you been, anyway?”
“Doing my valiant duty. Saving the people who need saving.” He said smugly. “You know, the ones I was outlawed from helping. This world seems to have forgotten that without me, they’d be in ruins.”
“Is that how you make it okay in your head?” You looked at him. “Hmm? This?”
“This is what I’m owed. You. A single life for the millions I’ve saved.” He reached over and touched your arm, his fingers danced along your shoulder. “I’m fucking hard already.” He pulled away and pushed himself to his feet. “Meet me in the mens’.”
He turned and strutted away as you watched him. His broad shoulders disappeared down the narrow hallway that led to the facilities. You sighed and grabbed the book of horror stories from the table.
You stared at the cover, the silhouette of a raven. A bad omen; a harbinger of warfare, of death. You grabbed your purse and replaced the book on the table. You didn’t need horror stories; you were living one of your own.
The walk along the hallway seemed longer than six steps. The clinking and steaming of the cafe kitchen disguised your footsteps. You passed the ladies’ and stopped in front of the mens’. You didn’t knock but stepped inside with resignation.
Was this the climax of your story? How then should the denouement bring you lower?
Steve reached over your head and pushed the door closed as you entered. His hand slipped down and turned the lock with a loud click. He grabbed your arm and yanked you away from the door as he turned you to face the small sink. You dropped your purse as you gripped the porcelain.
You looked in the mirror at yourself as he let go and hastily undid his fly. “Come on,” He tugged your shirt up and grabbed the waist of your jeans.
You flicked open your fly as he shoved your pants past your ass. The heat of his body surrounded you. You looked up. Your eyes weren’t yours. They were dark and haunted. Your features were marred by shadows. You felt hollow as his hand brushed against you and he pushed your shoulders forward.
You closed your eyes as he entered you. It hurt. You were dry and he was impatient. It took him a few thrusts to reach his limit. His hand went to the back of your neck as you shuddered and grasped the sides of the sink. He crushed your hips against the porcelain as his hushed grunts floated above you.
“Fuck,” He swore as he slipped his hand around your front. He felt between your folds and rubbed your clit. “I should’ve come yesterday.”
You bit your lip as you hung your head forward. You kept your eyes shut as each thrust came harder than the last. The cold porcelain grew slick beneath your palms. You slid forward, your face closer to the mirror. His hand crept around your neck and your back arched as his fingers tightened at your throat.
Your breath whisked from you as the sounds of the cafe crept in beneath the door. You felt yourself slicken around his cock. Your body worked against you. His flesh slapped loudly against your ass. You couldn’t stifle the heat as it flowed through you.
You gasped as he sped up. Your hands slipped as his left your neck. He caught your arms and held them back as he fucked you.
“Open your eyes.” He growled. You shook your head and he jolted into you painfully and stopped. “I said open your eyes, girl.”
Your jaw set and you slowly opened your eyes. His blue eyes were cavernous as they stared back at you in the mirror. He began to move again. Your body rebelled and continued its ascent. You breathed through your nose, trying to muffle your pleasure as he ripped it from your flesh. You squeaked and trembled as you came. He watched, pleased at your surrender.
He pulled you away from the sink. He dropped your arms and wrapped his around your middle as he rutted into you. You reached back to touch his thighs, pleading wordlessly for him to slow down as each thrust sent a ripple through you.
He jerked against you and spasmed as he threw his head back. He hissed as he came and rocked his hips slowly as he spilled inside you. You were weak as he released you and you stumbled forward as he pulled out.
He chuckled as you caught yourself on the sink and his cum dripped down onto your panties and jeans. He edged you out of his way as he grabbed a paper towel and turned the faucet. You took some toilet paper and turned away from him as he cleaned himself up. You tried to do the same but still felt dirty when you were done.
“I’ll be out there,” He said as he zipped his fly up. “There’s an alarm on the fire escape so let’s not play games.”
“Alright,” You grumbled if only to get him to leave.
The locked clicked and the door opened and closed. You wiped off your panties and jeans as best as you could and pulled them up. You locked the door and grabbed your purse off the tile. You dug around and found your phone buried in the mess.
You leaned against the wall as you typed in the single word. You stared at it as your thumb hovered over ‘send’. Once it went through, you had less than an hour before agents descended on your apartment. You sent the second, the one for your mother and shoved your phone away.
However this ended, Steve would no longer be your personal scourge.
-
The car ride was silent. It always was with him. It was better that way. The only words he had for you were cruel. You kept your eyes forward and watched the road through the windshield. Play it cool. This was the hardest part. The anxiety. The impatience. For your doom or his.
Your building was a spectre against the grey sky. A storm was moving in. You got out and he followed. The usual smack on your ass. You pulled out your keys as he pushed himself against you. He was hard again.
“We’ll have some fun on your day off,” He teased as you unlocked the door. “Better than your books.”
You stayed quiet. He didn’t expect an answer. He knew you wouldn’t. This routine had become too familiar. Too rehearsed. Too easy.
You led him up the stairs. With each, your heart beat just a little quicker. The keys jingled in your hand and you realized your were shaking. You stopped in front of your door to gather yourself and find the right key on the ring. He leaned against the wall and ran a finger down your side.
“You’re...excited,” He mused. “I can hear your heart racing.”
You looked over at him, the key poised just before the lock. “You can?”
“Yeah. I hear a lot, you know? Your heart, the blood flowing through your veins, your breath before it rises,” He smirked and you slid the key into the bolt and turned. “Serum gave me a lot more than muscles, didn’t it?”
He flicked your chin playfully and drew away. You held back your retort and stepped inside. Your apartment was as you left it, not a single speck of dust missing. You blinked as you entered the small living room. A furtive glance to the windows.
Did they get your message? Were they really coming?
Steve walked around the room as he stretched his arms above him. You watched him as he strolled around the small space. He neared the window and looked out, his figure a wraith against the grim sky. He twisted the plastic rod and the blinds closed.
He turned back to you and his hands went to his hips. That classic stance you’d seen on posters. Captain America. The saviour of the world. He laughed.
“You’re heart is still going,” He slowly inched across the room. “Faster now. Fuck, you’re gonna have a fit, girl.”
You swallowed, your mouth dry as you gripped your purse. You looked down and saw your phone through the open zipper. You couldn’t just pull it out and check. You hadn’t felt a vibration.
He neared, his shoes decisive against the hardwood. He was like a hawk circling. You looked up and backed away as he came closer.
“You really think Tony Stark would believe some small town girl?” Steve grinned and your chest clenched. “Hmm? You think you’re some spy with your code words and your covert messages? Your plan to have them storm your pathetic apartment?”
Your lips parted in shock as if you’d been slapped. No… Your flesh turned to stone as you met the wall and pressed yourself to it.
“I’ve faced real spies. Let me tell you, Hydra was a lot more intimidating but I tossed them on their asses. But you, you think you can bring me down?” He chuckled as his hand came up to grip your chin. “What do you think I could do to you?”
Tears rose along your lower lids and your lip trembled. You should’ve known. It was too easy. Another trick. A bug on your phone; your computer, too. He knew it all and you were too desperate to think. Stupid.
“Think of what I’ve already done,” He leaned in so that his nose was almost touching yours. “Of what I’m going to do now.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “It’s over, girl. Just like you wanted it.”
He pulled away, his hands balled as he glared down at you. His chest rose and fell as his jaw ticked. You wiped away the tears before they could fall and sniffed. You stood straight as you looked back at him defiantly.
“Fine,” You declared. “Then end it.”
You were stunned as his fist met your jaw. Your stumbled back and your head hit the wall. You slid down slowly as your legs turned to jelly and the room faded slowly before your eyes. You gripped your pounding skull as the strength drained from you. You looked up at Steve as he loomed over you and your vision swam with stars.
“You really thought you could get away from me?” He knelt as your eyes began to roll back, his voice floated in your ears and into the void.
-
When you awoke, the world was moving. When you awoke, you were shocked. Were you really alive or was this the purgatory you’d always denied? Your head lolled and you stared at the driver of the car. No, you were still painfully alive.
Steve’s features were limned in sunlight. It was either a new day or a new place. His blue eyes bore into the winding highway ahead. Your jaw ached terribly and your head felt like it was full of cement. You babbled weakly.
Your hands were tied together. Your ankles too. The seat belt was buckled around you and kept you from sliding down the seat.
“I really thought I might’ve killed you,” He said. “I hit you a bit harder than I meant to.”
You grumbled. No words would come.
“That’d be too easy. I’ve been too easy on you and you didn’t appreciate it at all. I let you stay in your shit hole apartment, let you see your family, let you live your life when it’s not your life. It’s mine.” The steering wheel groaned as he gripped it tighter. “You’re mine.”
You mumbled and felt the sting of tears as the world closed in on you.
“It’s all over now, girl,” Your eyes closed again. “You don’t even know how good you had it.”
His words were scribbled across your dreams as you sank back into unconsciousness. You dozed and woke at intervals. He allowed you a drink of water from a bottle and a piss on the side of the road. You barely recalled the stops as your world was clouded in shock and pain.
You were shaken awake for the last time. Your door was open and Steve felt along your jaw roughly.
“It’s not broken.” He stated and unbuckled the seat belt. “See, another thing to be thankful for.”
“Steve,” You rasped. “Please…”
“Please, shut up,” He spat and pulled you out of the car. “Come on, hop, bunny.”
He tugged you forward and you were forced to hop on your bound feet. There was a farmhouse just ahead; long-abandoned and slanted. The fields were overgrown with weeds. This was where he’d leave you.
“Just get it over with,” Your words were clumsy through your swollen jaw.
He didn’t reply and continued to drag you towards the barn. He slid the door open enough to angle you through. He led you to the corner where a pile of rotted boards rested. He let go of you and you wobbled on your feet as he began to move the rubble.
Beneath was a small hatch. This was tornado country. These vaults were built decades ago to keep families safe when the sirens sounded. Except the hatch was more than the usual wooden door; it was metal, shiny and new, a bolt on its face.
He took a key out and unlocked the hatch. He turned and bent to pick you up. He slung you over his shoulder and your head spun. He slowly carried you down the steps. He put you back on your feet and you wavered.
The light from above lit the shadows. There were shelves along the far wall, illegible packets and cans lined the middle shelf. A bed sat a foot from the shelves against the wall; a metal frame with a thin mattress. A toilet was attached to the wall along with a small sink. A single lightbulb hung from the ceiling.
Steve untied your hands and your feet. He stood and shoved you towards the middle of the room. You caught yourself on the bed frame and turned back.
“Welcome home,” His smile was sinister in the dim.
“No,” You gasped and neared him. He pushed you back easily and you fell on your ass. “Please, don’t do this. Just kill me, please.”
“Kill you? I never wanted that,” He scoffed and turned to set his foot on the bottom step. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back to check on you. Now and then.”
He started to climb the steps and you got up unsteadily. As he reached the top, you grabbed onto the stairs and tried to come up after him.
“I’ll throw you back down,” He warned as he pulled on the steps and slowly raised them. You clung to them as he tried to wriggle them away from you. “You’ll be worse off if I break something.”
“Steve, you can’t--” Slivers embedded in your skin as he yanked the steps free from you and raised them up after him.
“Now, now, girl,” He knelt and looked through the hatch at you. “Is there anything I can’t do?” He slowly lifted the door as he spoke. “Don’t you worry, I’ll keep an eye on the family for you.” He taunted as he slowly closed the door, the light draining away inch by inch. “Be good and I’ll let you know.”
He dropped the door entirely and it clanged shut. The lock turned and you were left in darkness. Tears rolled down your eyes and light sparked in your blurred vision. The light bulb crackled to life above you, a small beacon in the pit. You could hear him moving the boards back onto the hatch.
You turned blindly and fell onto the bed. You were poked by the corner of a familiar shape. You sat up and grabbed the book from atop the thin blanket. The silhouette of the raven shone beneath the wire. The book fell open as your sight came clearer through the tears. The world clearer through the dark. The scraping and steps above faded away.
“Then silence, and stillness, and night were the universe.”
In others news, have I ever commented about how amazing it's to watch Thor and Hulk sparring? Because it is. Clint brings the popcorn, Nat the drinks and we just sit and watch. It's better than any sport. Can you imagine being that majestic?
Warnings - Protective Loki, Pining, Steve rogers being mean. (I don't mean any hate on the character He just fit the story) Angst, fluff, Crushing.
*Y/n Pov*
"I can't believe you would disobey a direct order!" Steve screamed at me; I was ordered to leave a building, but there was a file in there that we needed. I had to go back, I know it was risky, and I could have died but that's ok. I have a job to do, and it was to get that file. "Steve, I did what I had to. I will not apologize for that." "I'm not asking for an apology I'm asking for an agent who can do her job without getting her head up her ass! Seriously L/n do you understand that an order is an order!" "I know sir," "Do you because I can kick you off this team faster than you joined it!"
I felt defeated, this team is all I have. I've never had another job than being an agent. Steve looked like he regretted what he said. "Y/n -" "No, you want to get rid of me get rid of me. Don't give me none of this I didn't mean it bullshit!" "Y/n I don't want to get rid of you, I just...I was upset." "Screw you, Rogers." With that I left the room with my head held high. As soon as I entered the hallway I broke. I can't leave the team. I can't leave him.
I saunter to his room knocking on the door, hiccupping quietly from my sobs. He opens the door agitated, "Who the hell is -" I interrupt him with a hug. The type of hug that was tight, and reassuring, loving. "Love what is it!?" He pulled away and examined my face and body meticulously. "Who did this!" "Steve threated to kick me off the team." I wavered into his chest. "Where is he?" "Living room, please don't do anything rash." "Anyone that makes my heart cry deserves to die my love. You stay here, take a nice warm bath, get under the covers I'll be up in a bit." He says lovingly pulling me into a kiss.
Then he struts out of the room daggers in hand.
*Loki Pov*
"Rogers, you rat bastard!" He was ta the dining room table head in hands. Good I want him to suffer, feel the guilt of what he has done. There is no secret of the way he feels toward Y/n, now he can see who she belongs with. "Loki, I already feel bad you don't have to guilt trip me." He says meekly. Bitch. "Good, you deserve it for what you have done." "I was scared I thought she -" "No! You claim to love her, but you take away the thing she cherishes the most. If that is your love captain than its pitiful."
"Where is she?" I drew closer my skin turning to fire at the idea that he worries of her now. "Don't you worry about that. Now if you even think about kicking her off of this team, I will set you on fire." "Loki I -" "I'm not finished I will tear you apart peace by peace and sell your DNA to Hydra." "She disobeyed orders!" "I don't care if she killed Stark. You hurt my girl." "If she had any sense, she would leave you." This made me laugh, the thought of Y/n leaving me hurt yes, but the idea that she would leave me for a boy scout such as Rogers. Laughable.
"And what? Go to you, the man that uses his power to get her to just talk to him. A man that once she starts disobeying once, he threatens her lively hood. I treat her like a queen, you treat her like a child." Steve teared up at this. Good. I put my hand on the back of the chair, tilting him back my knee going to his crotch. My dagger going to his throat. "I should cut your tongue out you son of a -" "Loki." Y/n sweet voice interrupted.
"My love, I thought you were relaxing?" "You were down here for a while, I thought you, might be doing something you'll regret." I didn't face her; my eyes were trained on Rogers. "Oh no, my sweet I was just telling our steamed Captain how bad of an idea kicking you off would be." "Baby, get off of him. He might have been rude, but he doesn't deserve a knife to the throat. "Be thankful for her kindness." I growled into his ear.
I let him go going to my love putting a protective arm around her waist. Looking into her delicate eyes, "I'm sorry I took a while my love. Shall we?" "Steve?" She asked expectantly. "I'm sorry Y/n I was scared you were goanna get hurt." He reseated. Pig. "That's not a good excuse Steve. Am I kicked off?" There was a silence from him a shameful, guilty silence. "No, Y/n."
"Wonderful, Darling, I believe you need to relax those muscles, and I know just the way." I said pulling her close kissing behind her ear. "Yes please, night Steve." "Good night, Y/n. Sleep well." "She will." I say pulling her gently toward the hallway. Kissing her neck hungrily. "Don't you pay him no mind darling." "Thank you, you didn't have to do that." I stopped kissing her look into her eyes. "I would end worlds for you. Killing Rogers would just be a bonus." I pulled her back into a starved kiss and lead her into our room.
I have like 29784 Steve oneshots/fics/Mini series in my google docs right now lol . Like 19 of those are requests. Ya’ll are going to get sick of me posting Steve Rogers fics soon, I swear to god!
But oh well, I’m going to post them anyways bc who doesn’t want daddy!Steve right???
