Unconditionally

Masterlist | Marvel | Taking requests | 21 | England |

[colmiillo]

When y/n does something so cringe that i have to look at the invisible camera for a sec.

[luffyssa]

when the fic is good but uses first person pov

[thedarklightwithinus]

Love is a Stillness

A/N; Sam Smiths new song came out three hours ago and I’m in awe. Listened to it was to much to the point the words became something.

Summary; Love was messy and chaotic until it wasn’t.

Characters; Daryl Dixon, You.

In the quiet moments between day and night, there existed a love that was unlike any other. One that was soft, steady, and unshakable. She never knew what it meant to feel truly still until she met Daryl. 

She had always been a whirlwind, a restless soul. She rushed through life, chasing dreams with the kind of fervour that only someone who’d been waiting for an anchor could muster. Love, for her, had always been loud. It was dramatic, like a storm that could either lift her or destroy everything in its path. She was used to those wild, intense moments, where everything felt either incredibly right or desperately wrong.

But with him, love was a stillness, like the calm between waves on a quiet shore.

At first, it had unsettled her. She didn’t know how to exist in that kind of quiet. She was used to the noise, the adrenaline of passion, of confusion, of urgency. But with Daryl, she felt like the world around her could slow down. He was the calm in her storm, the steady rhythm to her scattered thoughts.

Daryl wasn’t the kind of man who filled the room with energy. He was the opposite, actually. When she was with him, there was an undeniable peace that settled over her, like the world paused for just a heartbeat. She’d often tell him, love is a stillness I never knew, and he would smile, never needing to say much in response. His presence was enough. He was the ground when she wasn’t strong, her steady foundation in a world that often felt like it was shifting beneath her.

There had been times, so many times, when she’d felt like she was about to fall apart. Times when the weight of the world seemed too much to bear. But Daryl had never faltered. He was always there, a constant, like the earth beneath her feet, steady and unwavering.

Even the silence between them held a kind of meaning. It was a silence that remembered. It knew what words weren’t spoken, the comfort of just being. And though she wasn’t the kind of person who typically found comfort in silence, with Daryl, it was different. It felt like they were together, even in the quietest of moments.

He was like a rock to her, grounding her when she felt lost, but also like a rolling song that she could never quite get out of her head. The kind of melody that would come back to her when she least expected it, reminding her of all the beauty in the world. She couldn’t explain how, but in his arms, she was home.

No matter how many mistakes she made, no matter how many times she faltered or stumbled; Daryl was there to shoulder the weight. He never once looked at her with disappointment. Instead, he helped lift her up, offering a steady hand and a kind word. She had a way of beating herself up over her flaws, but he made her feel like they weren’t flaws at all. They were just part of the song they were making together.

And every morning, when the first light of day broke through the curtains, it was like spring had arrived. The warmth and promise of new beginnings filled the air. In the crisp, fresh air, they would step into a new day, his hand in hers and she would remember again, love is a stillness I never knew.

As the seasons changed and life moved forward, she would often find herself lost in thought, repeating those words in her mind. Love is a stillness I never knew. She’d never known love could be so gentle, so unwavering. It wasn’t the loud, dramatic kind of love she had imagined. It was the kind that grew quietly, the kind that rooted itself deep into the soul without ever making a sound. It was the love that didn’t need to roar to be heard.

And for the first time in her life, she understood that the most profound kind of love was the one that didn’t need to prove anything. 

It simply was.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

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Daryl: I lost Y/N.

Carol: How exactly did you lose Y/N?

Daryl: I mean, she is kinda small.

Y/N: Big enough to kick your ass!

Daryl: Found ‘er!

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

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Daryl: I’d burn the world down for ya.

Y/N: Okay. Will you do the dishes?

Daryl: Nah.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

gif @daryl-dixon-daydreams

Y/N: Where’s Jude and RJ?

Daryl: Got me playin’ hide n’ seek.

Y/N: Where?

Daryl: …

Daryl: Ya not know how this game works?

[super-marvel-dc]

Steve: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.

Bucky, Wade, and Y/N: Ok.

Steve: If you don't want to die, give me all your money.

Bucky: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Y/N: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.

Wade: Bold of you to assume I can die.

[remmickz]

Daryl: We need a distraction.

Rick: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Y/N, whispering: My time has come

[remmickz]

Negan: Did you like the food I made?

Daryl: No, not really.

Negan: But I put my heart and soul into it.

Y/N: No wonder it tastes so cold and dead.

[thedarklightwithinus]

Migration

A/N; Just a little funny thing.

Warnings; None

Words; 1.5k

The sun shone brightly in the sky, the wind just barely there as a small group of people stood in a neat line, looking up at a run down, abandoned hospital in the middle of nowhere. Five of the six were looking at the building as though they were both concerned and annoyed that they had been dragged so far for something that seemed so pathetic. 

The sixth looked upon the building with a grin, eyes alight with fire. She took in the building with a tilt of her head, looking from broken window to broken window. 

“Now why the hell have I been dragged out of bed for this shit?” Sam broke the silence, motioning towards the building with no care in the world. 

“Y/N had a hunch that Hyd-”

“This is all being based on a hunch?” Sam cut Natasha off and leaned forward to look down the line and eye Y/N for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on in her head to base the whole mission on a hunch she had. “Hell no! I’m not working a mission on one of your hunches. I’m going back." 

"Good luck migrating south.” Y/N scoffed with a grin, tilting her head at the man. “I hear the birds have a particularly brutal time trying to make it on their lonesome.”

“Let’s just… Scope it out.” Bucky sighed, clearly on Sam’s side but not willing to outright say he was on Sam’s side. 

The group fell silent once more. Though it was obvious that the building itself was old and run down, it still had some ties to an old Hydra base. The group couldn’t deny that any sort of information would be helpful and if taken by the wrong hands, used against them. 

“Right. Wanda, Sam and Nat, you start from the bottom up. Y/N, Bucky and I will start from the top to bottom. We’ll meet in the middle.”

“That’s such a great plan!” Y/N spoke, much more enthusiastic than the others. 

Y/N was to first to break formation, almost skipping the the front doors of the building. She reached out, pulling the handle and jumped back when the door itself fell from the hinges. Deciding to use her favourite phrase of, out of sight, out of mind, she stepped over the door and moved towards the stairs. 

As she was walking up the third flight of stairs, she was joined by Bucky and Steve. “This is going to be so good!” She told them, grinning when the two men looked down at her. “I think we’re going to find somethi-”

“Let’s try to keep talking down to a minimum, Y/N. If anyone’s here, they'l-”

“They would’ve heard us walking, Steve.” She told him, matter of fact. “Besides, I don’t have any other old things to talk to. I’m telling you now, the fossils down at the Smithsonian don’t talk back to me as much as you guys do." 

"Will you stop with the fossil jokes, Y/N?" 

"Will you stop with the fossil jokes, Y/N?” Y/N mimicked, rolling her eyes. "Why? Is it… Getting old?“ 

"Buck, don’t lau-”

Steve was cut off by the sound of a loud bang coming from the hallway they had just passed. The blonde man made a gesture with his hand as though telling the pair to follow him and keep their eyes open. Y/N pulled her gun from her holster and raised it in front of her. She made sure she looked down the corridors they passed, her eyes scanning with a new-found wisdom.  

It was just as Steve opened the door to a room that disaster happened. Steve, ever the lucky one, had managed to move out of the way. Y/N and Bucky were not so fortunate. At first, Y/N was unsure what was happening. She spun around, her gun raised and waited for their attacker to come and attack them. However, before she could realise, a rumble came from below her feet. 

It was as she looked down that her eyes widened and she watched the floor grumbled beneath her. She shared a shocked look with Bucky before the pair scrambled to reach Steve who was holding both his hands out to grab the pair. 

If either Bucky or Y/N had managed to grab Steve’s hands, it would’ve been a miracle. Steve could only watch with a wince as the pair fell through the floor to the floor below, having never had any luck, the force of the fall caused the second floor to fall in too. The blonde counted three floor breaks before it stopped and silence filled the air. 

Ten second passed of pure silence before finally, a groan. “I think… I think my leg broke your fall.” Y/N winced out.

“I think your leg broke my back.” Bucky muttered, forcing himself to his feet and trying to reach back to sooth the ache in his back.

“Okay… So, this wasn’t a very good idea.”

“This was YOUR idea!”

“Yes, I know!” Y/N scoffed, taking the hand he was holding out and let the man pull her to her feet. “There’s no need to be putting blame on me." 

"You’re both idiots and we’re done here. This place is a death trap.” Steve hollered from above. “Get outside and I’ll meet you there.”

The journey back to the compound had been filled with nothing but laughter and scolding. Y/N sat like a sulking child, a ice compress on her leg that was lucky enough not to be broken. 

The laughter followed her through the compound when they had landed and towards the room where they would be writing reports. 

It followed her until Steve had finally decided she had had enough of the mocking. “Alright guys. Let’s get these reports done and then we can meet later to go over what exactly went wrong." 

"I can tell you what went wron-”

“Sam.” Steve warned. “Y/N was only doing what she thought was best. She brought the mission forward just as any of us would do and we all voted on it.”

“Really?” Y/N scoffed, folding her arms across her chest as she looked over at Wanda and rolled her eyes. “Wanda, save me… Cap’s personality is to honourable for me it’s honestly giving me such a headache. The increase of patriotism in the air is making me suffocate. I can feel my lungs shrivelling up like prunes inside me.”

”You know I have the power to bench you right? I can make it so have to sit the next ten missions out!” 

“I’d like to see you try bench me.” She muttered under her breath. 

“What was that?” Steve asked, leaning in close to her face as she looked up and smiled. 

“I said, I hope you don’t bench me.” Her smile was sickly sweet and even Steve could hear the sarcasm dripping from her words. He tapped his finger on the report she had filled out half way. “Yes, I know.” She scoffed, putting pen back to paper.

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[thedarklightwithinus]

History Repeats.

A/N; Really enjoyed writing this. MY ASK BOX IS OPEN AGAIN.

Summary; History seems to repeat itself in the form of you and Natasha. 

Characters;  Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton (Mentioned) Nick Fury (Mentioned) 

Requested; Nopee

Сесtpa - Sister in Russian. 

As Natasha Romanoff entered the side room of the small run down house she was currently using as a base, the fine hairs on the back of her neck tickled as it stood on end. The red head moved through the room as though she was at ease, not bothering to show that she knew something was up before she had even grasped the door handle.

Natasha lowered her back pack to the ground beside the double bed, releasing a breath as she did so before she turned on her heal casually and let her eyes focus on the other figure in the room. Though it took her a moment, Natasha finally recognised the woman. Her features seemed to shine through the darkness of both the room and the outfit she wore. 

The woman was sitting at the small table in the corner of the room, her back straight, hands folded in her lap as a knife stood up on the table, the sharp end digging into the cheap wood. Natasha raised a brow slightly, watching as the woman merely stared at her blankly. Natasha wasn’t entirely sure if her stare was intentionally cold or if she just lacked the mobility others had to at least make it seem like they had emotions within them. Natasha could remember when she had first read the file on the woman in front of her. She had briefly wondered if it was just her personality. Or perhaps she was just empty inside, emotionless. 

To anyone other than Natasha, her stare would have been as uncomfortable as a chorus-girl corset. It was as the red head met the woman’s eyes that she realised there was no life behind those eyes. “Y/N Y/L/N. You being here has made my job a lot easier.” Y/N, disregarding her statement, continued to stare at her wild-eyed, as a damned soul in purgatory might look at Satan passing in regal splendour through the seventy times seven-fold circles of hell. “I’ll take it you already know why I’m here?" 

Natasha sighed under her breath, watching as Y/N’s face changed ever so slightly. Her facial muscles loosed. There was no anger, no sadness, no joy or resentment. For all the presence she brought to the room, she might as well have been a store mannequin. The best Natasha could say for her was that she was compliant, almost robotic.  "You know who I am?”

“Сестра.” Y/N spoke up, her voice barely audible and looking as though she had hesitated with her answer. 

Natasha found herself nodding, finally having the confirmation she needed about Y/N. Everything seemed to fall in place as she finally realised why she had been asked to take on the case. “They messed you up good too, huh?” She found herself asking, watching as Y/N seemed to loose some of the tension in her shoulders. 

“Weakness… Is not tolerated.” Y/N remarked, her hand coming up to grip the handle of the knife, pulling it free from the wood and she flipped it between her fingers, never once taking her eyes off Natasha’s. “Сестра or not. I have been given orders." 

"To kill me right?” Natasha rhetorically asked, her lips curving slightly. “I have orders too… Me and you, we’re the same. Whether you want to see it or not." 

"There is differences. We are not the same.” Y/N was quick to tell her, eyeing the redhead as though she had dishonoured her name. Natasha realised that Y/N's emotionless state remained. That’s how the two of them ended up where they were, kill or cure, and frankly it’s anyone’s guess as to where things were headed right now. "Call your boy off or I’ll paint the room with your blood.“ Y/N muttered, her voice almost on the line of boredom. 

Natasha couldn’t help but smirk at her words, holding her hand up so it was seen through the window. She didn’t bother to look out, knowing that Clint would follow her orders and lower his bow from where he was staked out in the room directly opposite the room they were in across the dark street. 

"Y/N… Сестра, I’ve been where you are. I’ve sat where you are and I’ve had the same doubts I know you’re having right now.” Natasha finally broke the front she had been holding up, deciding to take a more emotional approach with the women before her. “What they did to us… No one deserves that. I know they make it seem like they were helping us… You know deep down, they weren’t. They prayed on our vulnerability and they pretended to give us a family when they had took us from our real ones." 

"You are better off?” Y/N muttered, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You stand there and you act like you are fixed? Like you are not wounded by the past? I watch you, Сестра. I watch you from the shadows and I see you when you think no one is watching. It’s a facade. A front. Who are you, Сестра? Are you Natasha Romanoff, or are you Black Widow?”

Natasha took a moment to ponder over her words, finding it slightly difficult to understand what it was she was actually asking her. “Why can’t I be both?” It was clear to the red head that she had caught Y/N off guard with her answer. “What they did to me. Black Widow… I turned the worst experience of my life into a positive and now I have a family. I save people and I help keep humanity safe.”

The small room fell silent as Natasha continued to stand in front of Y/N, watching her every move. Y/N’s eye’s seemed to filter through a wide range of emotions before she settled on a slight questioning glance. “The pain is gone?”

“Look… I’m not saying you can forget it. What I’ve done… It haunts me everyday. I know I’m a monster for what I’ve done but I’m working real hard to try and make up for all the shitty things I’ve done. I’m here, in front of you offering the same thing someone once offered me… A chance to do the right thing.” Natasha admitted, finally understanding why it was so important to Clint that she take this mission from Fury. 

She understood that it was history repeating itself. Y/N was her and she was Clint. Fury had offered them a mission that was identical to the one Clint had taken back when she was in the same mind space Y/N was currently in. The only difference being that Y/N seemed to be slightly trusting of her due to the fact that they had grew up in the same environment. 

“I’m not going to lie to you and say that it’s going to be easy.” Natasha shrugged slightly. “But you’ll be around people who understand. Beside’s, there’s really only two options for you, Y/N." 

Though it took a moment for Y/N to ponder her words, her answer came almost instantly as she twisted the knife in her hand, holding the handle out for Natasha who moved to grab it. "Good choice, Сестра.”

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[thedarklightwithinus]

Spooky Facility.

A/N; A Little something.

Summary; You’re somewhat new to the Avengers. Sam Wilson clearly didn’t bother paying attention to what it is you do exactly. 

Characters;  Reader, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Friday. 

Requested; Nopee

For once, the Avengers compound was silent as Y/N continued to scroll through the tablet on the kitchen counter. A half empty mug was balanced on a coaster in front of her. She sighed deeply, looking up and out of the glass windows that filled the far wall. The sky was one of those baby-blue skies, the clouds puffs of radiant joy. 

Shaking herself from her thoughts, Y/N pushed herself from the stool and made her way to the fridge, pulling the door open and squinting her eyes at its contents. Reaching out, she pulled out a carton of orange juice with Steve written down the side of it in black marker. Y/N shrugged, unscrewing the cap and drinking straight from the carton. 

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[thedarklightwithinus]

New World

A/N; I’ve had this one just sitting for ages now so i finally finished it. Woop. 

Pairing; Steve Rogers x Reader

Words; 1.5k

Baking. 

It had always been a somewhat of a stress reliver to Y/N. Ever since she was a young girl she had found happiness and purity in the kitchen. Whenever she had a tough day at school, her mother would usher her into the kitchen and pull out the trusty baking tins. When her mother had passed, leaving her alone in the world, she would bake her sadness away. Her baking had, and always would, mellow her out in her time of ache. 

That was how she found herself one Thursday evening; In her small kitchen measuring out two cups of flour. 

She’d been baking for a few hours and as the moments passed, quiet tune by tune as the radio sang along, the piles of baked goods grew until it could almost be described as a mess. Only, the edible sort that makes people happy.

Y/N levelled the flour with the back of a butter knife, taking extra care to insure that it was one full cup before she dumped it into the large glass bowl. She reached into the bag of flour with the measuring cup once more before levelling that one off and tipping it into the bowl. 

Rather than following a paper or online recipe, Y/N performed the act as though it was muscle memory. She had lost count long ago of the amount of times she had made the particular batch of muffins she was making in that moment. 

It was as though she was a robot, completing the task one after the other as she had always done. However, a slip in the motions tore her from her own mind as she frowned, looking through the cupboards for sugar and coming up empty. 

She hummed. It was the first noise she had made for hours. It was simply baffling to her that she had come up empty with one of the main ingredients she always made sure to have on hand. 

Y/N checked the clock, eyeing the time with a tilt of her head as she chewed on her inner cheek. She had a new neighbour with whom she could ask if they would be willing to part with any sugar they had. The flat next to hers had been empty for weeks. The previous tenant has moved out in order to move in with his girlfriend. His departure had left the flat empty. 

Though she had no clue who now called the flat home, she decided that it would be a great conversation starter. Either they were friendly and willing to depart with some sugar or they were rude and slammed the door in her face. Either way she had nothing to lose and the thing she needed to gain. 

With her mind made up, Y/N wiped her hand on the nearest kitchen towel and grabbed her keys from the bowl she kept them in on a small table near the front door.  She pulled said door open and slid out, letting it lock behind her before she took the short walk to the door of her neighbour. She raised her hand and balled it up. Her two knocks echoed in the hallway. 

It was just as she was about to assume her neighbour was out that the door cracked open slightly. A tall, broad blonde haired man stood in the gap, his brows furrowed as he looked down at Y/N who smiled politely. “Hello!” She greeted him, a little to happily. 

“Ca- Can I help you?” He said, clearing his throat for a moment. 

“Oh, yes!” Y/N was quick to reply, linking her fingers in front of her. “I was just wondering if you have any sugar I could borrow. I’ll be happy to replace it, of course. As soon as I go to the store, I’ll grab you one." 

The blonde looked at her as though she had two heads for a moment. Once he was torn from his small daze, he looked over his shoulder into his flat. Y/N watched him, feeling ever so slightly awkward as she bounced on her heels, watching him. 

"I… I’m sorry.” He said, his voice slightly muffled before he turned and looked back down at her. “I don’t have any.”

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it.” She waved a hand. As she was about to open her mouth once more, a phone began to ring from within the blondes apartment. She frowned when she noticed he looked like a dear in headlights. “Are you going to get that?" 

For a moment it was just the ringing phone that was making noise. However, when Y/N raised her eyebrow at the blonde, he looked slightly anxious. "I-I don’t know h-how?” He offered up, scratching at his head. 

She was ashamed to say that her first instinct was to laugh at what she assumed was a joke made by the blonde. However, the small look of panic that had taken refuge on his face sobered her up instantly. She frowned for a split second before acting on her first instinct. “Do you want… Do you want me to answer it for you?" 

He looked slightly hopeful for a moment, nodding and pulling his door wide open. Y/N entered the flat and made a beeline for where the ringing was coming from.

She picked up the phone and pressed the answer button before holding it against her ear. "Hello?”

“Hello, this is Andrew I’m calling for a Mr Steve Rogers?" 

The name seemed vaguely familiar to Y/N who turned to look at the blonde as she pressed the phone to her shoulder. "Are you Steve Rogers?” The blonde nodded. “It’s Andrew.”

“I don’t know anyone called Andrew.” Steve admitted. 

Y/N nodded, raising the phone back to her ear. “Can I ask what this is about?" 

"I’m just calling to offer a bonus with your tariff that entails a new bund-”

“I’m sorry. Unfortunately, he’s not interested.” Y/N interrupted, shaking her head at what she knew must’ve been a cold call. If Steve couldn’t figure out how to answer a phone, she highly doubted he had another one. “Have a good day.” With that said, she put the phone down. 

Steve released a deep sigh, looking far less anxious than he had been moments before. “Nick F- A friend had that installed.” He admitted, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I… Never asked how to actually use it." 

"Please don’t think I’m being rude but your name is familiar but I can’t place your face.” Y/N, never being one to keep what she was thinking in her head, asked. “Do we know each other?" 

Steve looked down at her with slightly reddened cheeks. It was clear to Y/N that however she knew the man, he was clearly slightly embarrassed to admit why. With a shrug, she finally took a look at his flat. 

It was dark and dreary. Almost as though the flat was still empty. It looked nothing like that of a flat someone lived in. Y/N knew that it hadn’t been long since Steve had moved in. However, it had been long enough for him to at least make the place a little more home-like. 

She didn’t want to seem as though she was imposing on his privacy, so she made her way back to the door. However, a small cluster of papers caught her eye as she moved past the circular table. She eyed them for a moment, tilting her head at the old army records before, finally, the answers came flying at her. 

"Ahh.” She acknowledged, quietly, nodding slightly. “I see." 

Steve smiled politely as he shrugged, motioning back to the phone. "I’m sure you understand now." 

Y/N turned back to him, taking him in fully as though seeing him in a new light. No. It wasn’t the light of the great and mighty Captain America. It was in the light of the way he looked as though he was a shell of a former man.  

His eyes were dull with dark circles. His posture slightly slouched, almost as though he had the weight of the whole world resting upon his shoulders. It didn’t take a genius to work out why. He had awoken in a whole new centaury. Everyone he loved was either gone or much, much older than him. The people who did survive had lived a whole life without him in it. They had lived, growing older and older while he had been stuck in time. 

In all honestly, he had been left behind. That was no way for someone to feel.

Broken and alone in a new world.

Her heart ached suddenly as she looked around his flat once more, hoping that her pity didn’t show up on her face. 

"Right.” Y/N clapped her hands together with a firm nod. “Get your coat. We’re going to the store.” Steve looked at her with a frown as she raised a brow. “What do you think of that?" 

"I’m sorry?" 

"We’re going to the store. We’re going to stock up your cupboards and if you want to… If you need to… We can talk. If not, we can just walk." 

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[thedarklightwithinus]

The Scientist

A/N; Felt like writing some sadness so me being me wrote some sadness. :(

Pairing; Steve Rogers x Reader

Words; 1.4k

Loosely based on; The Scientist - Coldplay

No one ever said it would be this hard. Oh, take me back to the start.

Under blue and sunlit skies, the view was wondrous to behold, for the lake teemed with life. To the chorus of birdsong from the surrounding green bushes, and the sound of carp sucking amongst the flowering lily-pads. Who knew what lived within the lake and called it home. The soft ripple gave away that their was in-fact life within. 

A deep sense of serenity overcame her as she stared in rapture at the expanse of blue that lay before her. Rays of lights danced delicately across the water, birthed from the afternoon sun that both limited her sight and made the view all the more beautiful.

If only she didn’t feel as though her world was crashing down on her. 

Y/N stared vacantly at a fixed spot of the lake before her. She stood completely still and tried swallowing down the oncoming tears but failed. She blinked. A single tear began to form at the corner of her eye. She reached up and wiped it away a little to quickly. 

Movement from the left tore her from her thoughts as she forced a smile at one of the men who walked past her. He held a black bag and a litter picker in his hand as he ignored her in favour of getting his job done. She watched him for a moment, cleaning the grounds of any rubbish that had taken refuge on the floor. He looked around at the ground she was stood on before he walked past her, oblivious to the lonely woman. She didn’t let it bother her. People rarely ever spared her a second glance these days. If anything, she was thankful that they couldn’t see the bags under her lifeless eyes and the stiffness of her body. 

Unfortunately, Y/N had learnt from a young age that she was only needed when she had something to offer. Y/N, though she hated it dearly, was a prized possession that seemed to be sought after. The amount of emails she had on the daily from different companies offering her a job in their labs was insane. Any other scientist would’ve been ecstatic with the offers. However, she wasn’t stupid. It wasn’t her they wanted, it was her brain. It wasn’t her degree they wanted, it was her knowledge. 

It was like she was a shell. A container that contained the extraordinary mind that was so carelessly gifted to her. Though she would have to admit that her knowledge wasn’t given to her like one would gift a teddy. She had been born gifted.

Numbers and equations. That was her forte. From a young age everything just seemed to fit onto the paper as it should. Where other five year olds her age had trouble telling the number one and seven apart, she was already solving theory’s taught in college. She was quick to work out that her math skills could be applied to her love for science which was why scientific research was easily solved by her. That was how she had been discovered. Her love for science and her brain was unmatched by anyone. She was one of a kind and she hated it. 

She had learnt from a young age to not think that people wanted her for her. It always came down to the same thing. No one asked how she was. No one asked if she wanted to hang out or if she was free. It was always about science. Could you solve this? Can you give us this? Would you fix this?

It had taken her a long, long time to work out that she had gone as far as she could on her path alone. 

She learnt how to walk alone, how to carry others, how to cope with and solve her problems alone. What’s left is a form of loneliness that requires another person to solve. It’s the need for physical closeness, for touch, for emotional warmth from a partner in life. For a long time her heart felt like it was bound by barbed wire, causing the wounds to deepen with ever beat. All she could do was hope that someone, one day, would care enough to love her. Otherwise, she was new she would either be suffering or never truly in comfort.

Just as a drop of crystal-clear water appeared on her smooth skin, she smiled to herself. The rain was something that stopped her thoughts from buzzing, calmed her. The waves of the salty liquid washed the grass creating a melancholic song. Waiting for the rain to wash all of the misery away, she stood there, her gaze burning into the sky, staring at the beauty of the upcoming storm and the crying clouds.  

It was as the first roll of thunder clapped overhead that she finally tore her gaze away and looked over her shoulder at the Avengers tower. Her new office sat on the seventeenth floor, a window over looking the grounds. She sighed, wiping the rain from her face and screwing her eyes shut for a moment. She took in a shaking breath before wrenching them back open. Raindrops seemed to cling to her lashes the moment she did so. With a final look at the lake, Y/N spun on her heel and trudged back towards the tower.

Y/N entered through the back entrance, trying not to feel to bad about the mess she was leaving before her as she made her way to the elevators. She pushed the button and waited for the doors to open. Once they had done so, she slid inside and leaned against the wall. Just as the doors were shutting, a hand was held out, stopping them from fully closing. 

She looked down at the ground, ignoring the oversized figure who entered the elevator for a moment before she couldn’t help but look up. Y/N politely at Steve Rogers, with whom she had met when she had first started working at the tower two weeks prior. He smiled back for a moment before he frowned, taking in her tired and rumpled appearance. Not to mention that she was soaking wet. 

They stared at each other for a moment, not wanting to disturb the perfect silence. Hesitantly, Steve opened his mouth to ask the question that had been on the tip of his tongue the whole time. “Are you alright?" 

It was as though a dam had broken. Her eyes filled with tears she never had any intention of shedding as she nodded quickly, smiling at him before looking away. He had asked the question every emotional person hated being asked. If you were to ask someone if they were alright when they weren’t, it was almost impossible to stop the flood gate. 

"No your not.” Steve muttered, clearly not having any idea about the do’s and don'ts. “And that’s alright.” He added after a seconds thought. 

Y/N frowned, not knowing what to say. If anything, she was slightly shocked. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked if she was alright. The elevator was still steadily climbing the floors. 

Gathering herself, she took a step forward at the same time he did. Those hesitant movements were all it took and then she was wrapping her arms around the man who looked shocked for a second before he let her link her arms around him and rested his own on her back and head. Her head was wet under his hand but he didn’t bother worrying about it. He squeezed his arms a little tighter, giving her the small comfort she so desperately needed. 

There was so much he wanted to say in that moment. So much he wanted to ask, but the words seemed to stick in his throat. He remembered the times when he was younger and had been emotional. His mum would wrap him in her arms and talk her way through the sadness he was feeling. He watched the elevator doors open for a moment, not bothering to alert her as he watched them close. With a deep breath, he opened his mouth. 

“Tell me something about you that you’ve never told anyone, never written down, never said out loud. Tell me something that’s… A secret,” he said so softly it was practically a whisper. 

He felt her breath out deeply at his words, clearly thinking of a reply. “I like to draw.” She admitted, her voice slightly muffled. “Even though I’m not very good at it… I like to draw." 

"That’s something.” Steve chuckled, frowning for a moment. “I like to draw too. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?" 

Just like that, Y/N felt one of the many, many cracks fill itself within her heart. She nodded against his chest, agreeing to his words. She realised in that moment that the love she needed could’ve been from anyone. Even a Friend. 

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[thedarklightwithinus]

Deception

A/N; I may or may not feel guilty for not posting in AGES. Please enjoy.

Pairing; Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings; None 

“I’m sorry. I just don’t know what you want me to tell you. I’m telling you all I know, I’ve never been good at lying. I’ve always been proud of that.”

“You mean you’re telling the truth?” His brows furrowed slightly as he eyed her for a moment. A second later, he nodded ever so slowly. He wasn’t sure if there was a time when he couldn’t tell if someone was lying or not. “So, this man corners you, screaming and shouting about things you can’t make out and then he attacks you?”

“Correct.” 

“And you stab him in self defence?” 

“Also correct.”

“The thing is, Y/N… This guy… He’s been on our radar for months.” 

“Our?”

“The Avengers.” Steve Rogers admitted, looking slightly lost in that moment. “We’ve been tracking him down for a while now. It’s strange how he managed to keep himself hidden from us all this time just to turn up in a random alleyway that you happened to be walking down.” 

“It’s not strange at all.” Y/N shrugged, fiddling with her sleeve as she sat across the table from Steve. “He clearly wasn’t in his right mind.” She released a shaky breath. “He was shouting at me and jerking around. I panicked and I stabbed him, yes. I’m sorry he died from his injury. I didn’t mean to make it fatal. I wasn’t walking through the alley anyway… He grabbed me and pulled me in.” 

“You understand though, right? Why we had to question you?” Asked Steve. He couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty for the interrogation process. “See it from our prospective. He’s been off the radar for weeks and when he does finally pop up, he’s dead before we can get an exact location on him.”

Steve watched her nod at his words. She was still fiddling with her sleeves as though trying to keep herself occupied in fear of looking weak. 

He himself, couldn’t help but sigh, closing the folder that lay out in the table in front of him. There was nothing they could do with the case now that the main suspect was deceased. All the answers had died with him and apparently, so did the case.

“I suppose we have to look on the bright side of it all.” He spoke once more, feeling like it was his duty to try and at least make her feel less guilt. “His death means that he won’t be alive to terrorise anymore people. Though i hate to say it, one death is better than multiple deaths.”

“He murdered people?” Steve watched as she looked slightly scared. “He could’ve…”

“But he didn’t.” Steve was quick to reply. “You’re alive and he’s not. No one will be sad to see him go. I can’t give you any details, it’s a classified case but I can tell you that he wasn’t a very good guy.” He watched her nod solemnly. 

Y/N sighed after a moment, rubbing her hands down her face. She brushed her hair away with the palms before she looked back up at Steve. “Am I free to go now?” 

“I can walk you ou-“ 

“There’s no need.” Her smile was weak as she stood up from her chair. “You must have things to do. It’s a straight shot from the elevators. I’ll be fine.” 

Steve, after a moment of thought nodded and moved to pull the door open. Y/N smiled as she slid through and let herself out of the room. With a final goodbye, she made her way to the elevators. 

Steve waited until she had disappeared from view before he sighed, hit the folder on the door frame and made his way to room in which he knew some of the others were sill digging through the old files of the deceased.

It was almost as soon as he entered that he frowned due to the anxiousness that was floating in the air. He saw Natasha and Tony having a heated conversation next to a computer screen while Sam and Bucky seemed to be searching through some old boxes that held the files Tony didn’t keep in his systems. 

He made his way to Natasha and Tony, frowning when he picked up the words they were speaking. 

“I’ll go in next.” Natasha said, folding her hands across her chest. “If there’s anyone who can get answers, it’s me. There’s no way she won’t slip up if i go in there and ask a few questions. She can’t be that good.”

“It isn’t as simple as that.” Tony rolled his eyes. “This is a ghost we’re talking about. No name, no records, no nothing. She doesn’t exist!” 

“What’s going on?” Steve tore the pair from their intense stare down. Natasha looked slightly pleased to see that he was there. 

“Oh good, your done. I’ll take over.” 

Her words caused Steve to frown even more. “With Y/N?“ Natasha nodded curtly. "She’s gone.”

“What?” Natasha and Tony simultaneously said. Tony looked slightly alarmed while Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose. 

“I got her statement.” Steve told them, motioning to the folder in his hands that’s was quickly snatched up by Natasha. “I had no reason to believe she was lying. She seemed beat up over the whole thing.”

“Did she give you a last name?” Natasha asked as Tony began to fiddle with his computer, pulling up the towers cameras while asking F.R.I.D.A.Y specific times. “It just says Y/N here.”

“I-I must’ve forgotten.” Steve stuttered, shocked with himself. He never, ever failed to complete paperwork and new that a full name was one of the first things to fill out. “She was talking to me, I must’ve forgotten to fill it in.” 

“She was distracting you.” Tony rolled his eyes as though Steve should’ve known that from the start. "You see a pretty damsel whose looking like she’s in distress and you try to fix it because you think it’s your duty. That’s what’s happened."  

“There’s still nothing over here.” Bucky spoke up, as Sam whined about not wanting to go through old files anymore. "Most of these dates are probably before she was even born… Or she was just a kid.”

“What’s the issue here?”

“The issue is that this girl, Y/N? She doesn’t exist anywhere.” Tony sighed, re-watching the footage of her leaving the building. “Her killing our guy? That was no accident. She sought him out, Cap.”

“She can’t be that far, we-“ 

“She’s left the building.” Tony said, nothing to the footage. “No facial recognition. She was clever enough to avoid the cameras. We’ve got nothing on her. We’ve swapped one guy we can’t locate for a woman we won’t be able to locate!“ 

“She seemed so honest.” Steve found himself muttering, not liking the fact that he had clearly been played. 

“Hey, boss.” F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke out, forcing everyone in the room to stop what they were doing for a moment in order to listen to whatever she had to say. “You’ve got an incoming call. There’s a signal blocker that I can’t trace.” 

“Pull it up.” Tony said, crossing his arms over his chest as the sound of a phone being answered filled the room. “Can I help you?” 

“With whom am I speaking to?” The voice was instantly familiar to Steve and he froze slightly while Tony looked slightly offended at not being recognised. “I’m just kidding Iron man, lose the look would you? How’s it going guys! Gotta say, I just love what you’ve done with the place! Interior design should be your new thing, I’m telling you!” 

“Who the hell is this?” Tony’s eyes narrowed, fiddling with the pad on the computer to see if whoever it was had actually managed to tap into his cameras. “Are you watching us?” 

“Nah.” The sound of an engine being started filled the room. “Your arrogant enough to probably be offended if someone didn’t know who you are. Also it’s me! Y/N! Your new person of interest! Found anything yet? I’m gonna go ahead and say no. I could also save you the trouble and say don’t bother. You won’t find anything.” 

“What’s your deal?” Steve spoke up, his annoyance being overtaken by slight anger at the fact that he had been strung along. 

“Steve! Hey! How you doing my man? Let me tell you that you’re one of the nicest interrogators I’ve ever spoken to. It was almost to easy that I’m slightly disappointed I didn’t have to put up much of a front.” 

“You played me, Y/N. If that even is your name. You made me think you were vulnerable and weak.” Steve found himself spilling. “How’d you do it, huh? 

It was silent for a moment. The only noise being heard was that of the car she was obviously driving. Steve couldn’t help but feel as though he was being kept in suspense on purpose. 

“Remember when I told you I wasn’t good at lying?” Steve perked up slightly, remembering her words clearly. “Well, I might’ve been lying.”

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[thedarklightwithinus]

Meathead

A/N; This is a little fic written for @kayteewritessteve​ and her follower challenge. Sorry it took so long! Congrats on all the followers. You deserve them all! 

Pairing; Steve Rogers x You

Warnings; None

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon the day Steve Rogers decided that he wanted to choke Y/N to death. In all the time he had known her, she had never frustrated him more than she had done that afternoon. What with her borderline stupid questions that she seemed so intent on asking or her way of ‘getting shit done’. To say that she was a dumbass would be an understatement. 

Steve wouldn’t go as far as to say some of the things the press said about her. She wasn’t brainless or irrelevant, nor was she simpleminded or unintelligent. She had her good days and she had her bad days just like any other member of the team. Some would say she had more bad days than good ones lately. However, sometimes he did question if her head was full of air or if there was actually something residing up there.

The way in which she had been acting lately had worried him. He felt as though someone was very wrong for her to be affected the way she had been. However, in true Y/N way; he had been more than annoyed to find out that the cause of her mood change had been because Tony had stopped stocking her favourite cereal. He had been livid.

The sun was shining and igniting the world anew with such brilliance as he stepped outside the compound in search for Y/N. The sun had rose with a casual elegance, helping the day to shine and allowed the world to shine back. He stood close to the doors, trying to locate the walking mess he knew to be roaming around somewhere.

His eyes were slightly narrowed as he scanned the area that was within his eyesight. Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to pop up which settled the small amount of anxiety he had that she had done something stupid again.

“What you doin’.” He was afraid to say that he almost jumped at the voice that filled his ear from behind.

He turned and glared down at the smirking face behind him. “Why are you sneaking around?" 

"I’ve just been down to greet some of my friends.” She told him, absentmindedly. “They were very chill ab-”

“Didn’t Tony say you weren’t allowed to go down to the gates anymore?” He rhetorically asked, knowing that he had done as he had been the billionaire was all but scolding her like a child for going down to the entrance gates and speaking to the fans that hung around, trying to catch a glimpse of their favourite superhero. 

“What Tony Stark doesn’t know won’t kill him, Stevonater.” Steve scowled at the use of one of her many nicknames for him. “Someone asked about Bucky.” She wiggled her eyes brows, grinning almost insanely. “She asked why he always looked grumpy and I told her that to the world, it may seem that way but what they do not realize is that, it’s just his face.”

Steve’s eye twitched as he watched her grin grow bigger and bigger on his face. He knew what she was waiting for and hated himself a little for giving in. He felt the corners of his lips curve upwards and breathed a small laugh as he shook his head, trying not to take in the way her eyes lit up. Sure, she was annoying and slightly over-confident but she was funny and she was also his. 

“Where have you been all my life?” Y/N muttered up at him, faking a dreamy look as though she was fully and utterly entranced with him. 

Steve looked down at her, raised a brow and answered. “Hiding from you." 

"Wow.” Y/N’s eyes widened slightly. “I’ll admit, that was quick. I’m impressed with that one, Stevie." 

Steve shook his head and rolled his eyes. He heard Y/N snickering to herself and let her be for a moment as he held his hand above his eyes and took a look down by the gates where she had been. The crowd seemed to have disappeared after finally getting to see an Avenger and though he tried not to think about how annoyed Tony will be when he found out she had disobeyed his orders, he couldn’t help but be slightly thankful that they didn’t have to worry about exiting and entering the building anymore. 

"You should watch what you say… Your tongues getting dangerous." 

"Yeah? Well, danger is my middle name.” Steve spoke, his chest puffing slightly as he grinned. 

Y/N didn’t smile. In fact, a frown took over her face. “I thought it was Grant?" 

Steve chuckled at her humour as he turned to look back down at her. His smile fell from his face when he noticed her looking up at him in all seriousness. He breathed out, shaking his head and grabbing her hand. "Come on, meathead." 

"Hey!” She exclaimed at the name, intertwining her fingers with his and swinging their arms back and forth. “You just hate that I’m too cool for you Stevonater.”

“Is that another ice joke?”

“It just might be.” She told him, honestly. She didn’t even know what there were talking about at that point. 

Steve breathed another laugh as he thought about the woman beside him fondly. If there was one thing about Y/N he wanted the world to truly know about her, it was that she was a fire that couldn’t be tamed. She was beautiful to watch but dangerous to mess with.

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[thedarklightwithinus]

Locked Away

A/N; Lock down got me finishing fics I never thought I would. I’ve had this one sitting around for WEEKS. Its much different to what I usually write so I do hope you enjoy it!

Pairing; Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary; Dreams are just dreams. But they could be so much more.

GIF not mine.

Darkness surrounded her.

Of course, she’d seen darkness before. The kind that made the streets look like an old fashioned photograph; Everything a shade of grey. The kind that made out as if the daytime had been one part of a play and the rest was to come after the break of night.

The darkness that she found herself suddenly engulfed in was not that type. This was the type of darkness that robed your best sense and replaced it with paralysing fear. In this darkness, she stood as still as can be. Her muscles cramped and unable to move.

This darkness felt heavy, oppressive. Almost… Supernatural. It was darker than the darkest black, If that was even possible. The absence of light deprived her of her senses, even her hands didn’t know anymore where they began. 

The only reason she knew her eyes were open was because she could feel herself blink; instinctively moistening what she had no use for in that moment. She couldn’t hear anything either. She wondered if that small fact should’ve brought her heart rate down below the level of a rabbit in a snare… It didn’t.  

Despite the quietness, Y/N knew that she wasn’t alone. She was a natural predator by day, the front facing eyes of any operation. By night, she succumbed to the agonising fear that flowed through her for as long as she could remember.

For at night, she became what she most feared to be.

Scared. 

As a young child, her dreams were plagued with that of darkness. Not once could she remember dreaming of anything other than the dark hole that was nothingness. People at her school would talk of their dreams the following day. ‘I dreamt that I was walking through pink clouds last night!’ She would hear them say, listening in to the conversations she was so obviously left out of.

Kids will be kids, her dad would say. Kids will be kids, her mum would say. Y/N had taken a valuable lesson from that. Her parents had told her exactly what they thought kids being kids meant. Kids being kids didn’t mean playing football or tag on the school playground. Kids being kids didn’t mean braiding each others hair or having sleepovers.

To them, kids being kids meant that they would find a target and shoot. Verbal, physical, mental. It all narrowed down to the same thing. Bullying. It had been a big part of her childhood. To narrow it all up, she didn’t fit in.

She was different. 

As she pondered her past, her eyes adjusted and she thought she saw something. Or rather, failed to see something. Within the darkness surrounding her was another dark. A darker dark. A wall of it loomed in front of her that seemed to respect neither personal space, or sneaking up on someone.

She didn’t speak, her form locked up as she breathed through her open mouth, trying to make herself unheard to the form before her. Her hearing seemed to be working overtime, finally picking up the sound of the form breathing.

Warmth slapped her in the face as she felt the coldness that was once taking over wisp away towards her back where nothing warm stood. 

The warmth was what gave away that the form in front of her was something living. Or rather, someone living. Her left hand raised up slowly, not a shake to be felt as she placed her palm against the form and felt the steady movement that seemed to move in time with her breathing.

It was as though God had spoken the moment the tips of her fingers touched the form before her.

Let there be light! 

And light there was. 

From the tips of her fingers, a warm orange glow seemed to steadily build. It’s colour flickering between that of a tangerine and a beautiful sunflower. 

It flickered lightly, spreading from the tips of her fingers to the palm of her hand. It pulsed against the form, darkening and then lightening as though it had no care for the current darkness surrounding it.

The light was dominant and it knew it. Without it, darkness would prosper once more. 

As most light does, warmth came with it. Despite the light, the warmth came from her. It travelled through her whole being, projecting out the palm of her hand and made the light much brighter then it had any reason being.

A man… Blonde. The form before her wasn’t anything to be scared of. Or was it? Should she be trembling in her shoes or should she be thankful that it wasn’t something worse then a man? 

Then again, to some people, there is nothing worse than a man. Is she some people? Should she be some people? Could she be some people? 

Three no’s. No to the first, no to the second and it was a certain no to the third. She was not some people. She couldn’t be some people. She wouldn’t be some people.

Time was a distant memory. A thing that was long forgotten. The two of them could have been stood together for seconds. Or they could’ve been stood there for days. Neither would ever know. 

A melody. A beautiful chain of chords. It whispered throughout the air, dancing throughout. It started of as barely anything. What it grew to be? Everything. 

“It’s very cold here isn’t it?” 

The words came from the blonde. It was almost as if the light that came from her had given him the power he needed to speak. 

“I didn’t notice.” 

It was her turn to speak. Speak as though this man was a friend. As if he was someone she had known for along time. 

“When you’ve been her as long as I have, you tend to grow used to it.” He lips turned upward. A smile. 

“Where are we exactly?” She asked, looking around and still seeing darkness. “How did I get here?” 

“Don’t be silly, you’re not really here.” The blonde chuckled, a shake of his head as he sighed and suddenly looked very solemn. “I can’t give you an exact location but I can tell you that it’s Arctic.” 

“The Arctic?” The blonde nodded in reply. “And why is it so dark?” 

“This place, where I am… It’s in the ice.” 

“This is all a dream right?” She raised a brow, confused with the goings on.

”Yes. It’s a dream for you. That doesn’t mean that I’m not where I say am.” The blonde gripped her wrist in his left and pushed her hand down until the light from her hand reflected against her eyes.

She winced, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before forcing them back open and looking at the cause for her discomfort.

A star.

It was the centre of what he wore, embroiled into the fabric. The main feature, one could say. One second later, she frowned. She knew who this man was. 

“Now, you need to wake up because you have work to do.” with that said, he pushed her hand away from him, the light flickering away until darkness fell once more. 

Miles away, Y/N Y/L/N awoke with a start.

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