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Summary: With the collapse of S.H.E.I.L.D, you and fiance Steve Rogers stay hidden in the shadows while indiscretions come to light between the two of you.
warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, heartbreak
word count: 1.3K
a/n: Hi everyone! I wrote this Marvel and DC crossover mini-series about 4 years ago. I have since started writing for other fandoms on separate blogs and have found myself stumped with writer’s block.. so I thought it would be nice to revisit and remaster the ‘I Am Yours’ series to reignite my passion for writing. I hope to write more for the Marvel fandom! This series will initially be inspired by Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Enjoy!!!
A mild ache radiates down your spine to your legs which has you wincing for the first time in what feels like a lifetime. Though, it doesn’t matter how much discomfort you find yourself in, you worry about the man a few feet away. You sit and ponder how this once scrawny and sickly man of the early 20th century had found himself all these decades later carrying the weight of this country on his shoulders-- and manage to still look good while doing it.
“You good?” His voice soft fills the small room on the cabin,
Steve Rogers is covered in dirt and grime as well as a multitude of cuts and gashes. His blue eyes sink into your brown ones. The same ones you lost yourself in 24 hours ago when the thought of tomorrow didn’t carry destruction and loss. His wife beater hugs him a little too tight and his blonde hair sits unruly on top of his head. You harshly inhale some air as your lips form a tight smile with a small nod of your head.
This doesn’t seem to convince Steve at all as he turns off the faucet of the bathroom sink. He takes a look in the mirror for a brief moment before appearing in front of you to which you are now faced with his torso as you are sat at the foot of the bed. You peer up and in any other situation, the outcome would be entirely different but you look away as quickly as you had looked up at him.
You wring your hands together, “I’m doing just fine, and yourself?’
“Not particularly concerned about myself, moreso you. You were quiet the entire ride here, all 3 hours.” You give him a tiny smile to which he returns to you. It’s not that Steve didn’t believe you weren’t okay, you are the incredulous Wonder Woman. The world knows who you are and what you are capable of. At least that’s what they think. You put up a mighty good front. “What’s going on up there?
His finger taps the side of your head, you keep your eyes trained anywhere but him. But when it comes to Steve, you can get weak. With everything that has unraveled in the last 48 hours with the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D, you find your ability to persevere a bit vulnerable. “I don’t think it’s the right time to get into it. We have bigger things to be concerned about, hm?”
With that, you stand and head into the vacant bathroom. The reflection in the mirror is a mess: misplaced hairs, make-up smudged, and small bruises scattered on your skin. You mother did always tell that your physical beauty can be a reflection of who you are on the outside. And this defeat that you see is not of a physical damage but an emotional one.
“Y/N, tell me what’s on your mind. How can we be for the people if we can’t be for ourselves? Hm? You’re the one who taught me that, so what’s bothering you?” Steve’s voice fills the quiet. And you aren’t sure if it is worth the impending doom that will indefinitely follow.
Your turn your head enough to take a look at him, his eyes pleading for you to confess. “You ever feel like you’re doing good at what you thought you could never be good at? You feel like you can do anything once you do something you didn’t think you could…” You smile, turning your attention back to your reflection, the smile slowly beginning to falter, “Then you take a step back and truly look. At everything and you realize that you really aren’t that good.. That you aren’t what the people make you to be.”
“If this is about what happened with Bucky on the--” Steve begins but you hold a hand up to halt him. He puts his hands up in defense and crosses his arms over his chest to allow you to continue.
“I used to think I was… worthy as our friend of Asgard would always remind me. I used to think I was worthy to the people, to this country, to this world.. To you.” This piqued Steve’s interest even more so. He looks at you with his eyebrows furrow at the mention of him. But he doesn’t interject. “ But I took a step back and I looked at the bigger picture. I could see from your point of view that I’m not the best girl.”
Steve’s mind had been fishing for what you could mean by not being worthy to him. But when the words best girl are said by you, he doesn’t need to ponder any longer, Peggy. His mind goes back to the conversation he had with his once lover a couple of days ago. Meanwhile, you watch the wheels turn in his head. His face shows confusion but shortly contorts to discomfort and irritation, “You were there?”
A light chuckle escapes you and you purse your lips not meaning for it to come out.
“Do you see, Steve? Do you see why I feel like I haven’t been doing good at what I thought I was?” You turn to step towards him, he clenches his jaw and uncrosses his arms. “Because to you, it’s hearing what you said rather than the point here being exactly that: what you said. To her, to… the woman that is supposed to be in my place.”
Steve only experienced this kind of thing with Peggy once, right before she shot him out as he hid behind the prototype of the shield he carries today. He remembers how sh- he understands what you mean. Peggy still infiltrates his mind even after all this time.
You stand in front of him seeing the puzzle pieces click for him about what you had meant.
“I know it’s silly and childish. I know that is something a schoolgirl has a right to feel but I? One of a God's power.. How human feelings have impaled me. How such a petty one has consumed me? That I will never know. But I know that all I have been to you is honest. So I need you to be honest with me at this moment.” The silence that follows your voice is so eerie and haunting. Steve has no idea what is to come next from you, so he interjects and gives you a brooding look.
He opens his mouth and closes his eyes for a brief second before saying,” You want to know where I stand with my thoughts for Peggy. You think that after all these years that I still possess these- these feelings, right?”
The venom in his voice is as if you had approached him with an accusatory tone. A bright and shining sign of guilt.
“It’s okay.” The warm, salty liquid spills over and cascades down your cheeks. You were unaware that your eyes had started to cry. Your right hand reaches over to your left, automatically feeling for the cool metal that rests on your 4th finger. With a little hesitation, you wiggle it off, “Y/N, stop. What are you doing?”
You reach down and grasp his hand, bringing it between the two of you, his hand remains a closed fist but he allows you to pry it open as you set the single diamond ring in it.
“Steve, it hasn’t been all this time. For her, yes. But for you? It hasn’t. Life had paused and resumed when you woke 2 years ago. You never had all this time like people believe you have. And… it’s not fair. Not to me but most importantly not to you. So I cannot wear this right now.”
With that being said, you step back and gather your shield and backpack. You take another look towards the man that had captivated you those couple of years ago and step out into the unknown night.
"In my culture, death is not the end. it's more of a stepping off point. You reach out with both hands and Bast and Sekhmet, they lead you into a green veld where... you can run forever."
Summary: Wedding Day, Evans edition.
Warnings: TONS of fluff. You’ll cry.
A/N: I hope you like this one! Seeing some pics from Italy gave me inspo ❤️
It all started with you gazing deeply into his bright eyes and in your tipsy/slightly drunken state asking, “will you be my New Year’s kiss?” 10 seconds before midnight. He had snickered at your question at first but was floored when he realised you were being serious. He’d watched you when midnight struck, feeling this pull in his heart when he saw you cheering and smiling brightly, your beautiful dazzling smile that made your eyes crinkle at the corners that he loved so much. He’d took your hand, pulled you close to him, his arm easily snaking around your waist while he cupped your cheek and connected your lips in a kiss that made your head reel. That’s where it all began.
The sun shone brightly at midday in Lake Como, Italy; the birds happily chirping away in the surrounding trees; excited chatter echoing in the open chapel, the cool breeze cancelling out a bit of the heat.
A/N: Here is my debut Andy Barber fic! This takes place after the events of the tv series! I hope you like it ❤️
Summary: Andy asks you, his best friend, for a favour. Things don’t go as planned. ANGST, SMUT and some light fluff ahead, so NSFW.
Word count: 2853
Andrew Stephen Barber. You met in law school. After studying together one time when you bumped into each other at the library, you hung out more and built your friendship, quickly becoming an inseparable pair.
You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have a little crush on him. You had eyes; he was undeniably handsome. You kept it to yourself though, you didn’t want to jeopardise the close-knit bond you had within your friendship at all. And you suppressed it even further after Laurie came into the picture.
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