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Tony Stark x Reader (One Shot)

I’m…Sorry? (Dad!Tony Stark x Reader x Bucky)

Nap Time! (Tony Stark x Reader) One Shot

The Bachata! (Tony Stark x Reader)

MERRY TONYMAS

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Steve Rogers & Tony Stark

Tony Stark & Deadpool

Tony Stark

Tony Stark

The silence that settled over the two of you then was tense and thick, and had you worriedly chewing on your lip.

Why in the hell was Steve walking so close to you?

Why in the hell did you keep wishing he’d accidentally bump into you?

And why in the hell did your body ache for his hands to be all over it?

Because they would’ve been if he’d not let that boy die instead of you.

The images of that small, frail boy struggling through his last few breaths had you pulling back from the Captain, your heart sinking into the pit of your stomach as anger and hatred for him coiled tightly around your chest. How had you ever let him touch you?

“I couldn’t lose you!” He’d shouted, distraught as you sobbed and pulled yourself away from him. “I know what you wanted me to do…I know what I should have done…But I can’t lose you (Y/N).”

“You should have let me die!” You’d screamed, sobs escaping you as you tightened your hands into fists, the skin on your knuckles glowing white. “He was just a child! I wanted to die for him!”

“We’re almost there.”

Steve’s voice cut into your train of thought and you shook your head lightly, your gaze landed on his as he peered down at you. His expression was soft, but you simply glowered.

“Yeah, alright.”

He frowned a bit at your suddenly cold state, but moved further away from you anyhow, his once relaxed posture no stiff.

You’d tried to understand Steve’s decision, tried to imagine what you would have done if it had been you who had to choose, but the more you’d struggled to understand him the more you had resented him. You’d locked yourself away for days, the insides of your eyelids burning with the image of the dead boy.

“He was only five Steve!”

He’d tried so hard to fix things…but the two of you grew bitter and resentful of one another, and thus the hatred between the two of you was born.

“You can’t save everyone (Y/N)!”

“We’re here.”

You stopped then, hip cocked to the side as you surveyed the rundown house before you. A cracked, dirtied littered with stains and dead grass led to house that should have been condemned. The siding was falling apart, shingles littered the yard, patches missing from the roof and the house itself was a dirtied, neglected yellow. All in all, it was disgusting.

“I’ll go in the back,” You started, already moving towards the house when Steve grabbed your arm.

“No, it’s too dangerous.” His voice was stern, commanding and downright annoying. “If anyone’s in there, I’m certain they’ve already seen us.” He paused for a moment, lips pursed as he turned his stare towards the house. “We’ll just have to go in the front.”

“Are you stupid?” You drawled, eyes rolling. “If anyone is in there, they’ll know we’re not whatever disguise you’re thinking of right now. They’ll see right through it and shoot us both in the damn head.”

“Well it’s better than having someone prepared at the back window and shooting you in the head before you can even break the lock,” Steve shot back.

“Stop telling me what to do all the damn time,” You hissed, wrenching your arm away from his grasp. “You’re not my god damn boyfriend anymore, so stop acting like I give a damn about what you have to say!”

You turned from him then, stalking down the broken pathway and towards the front door. You could hear Steve cursing quietly under his breath as he stomped behind you, his calm demeanor broken.

You paused though when you’d reached the porch. It was falling apart, sagging in the middle with rotting boards and missing beams, weeds having crept through the cracks. Cigarette butts and ashtrays lay scattered across it. All in all, no part of you wished to step onto it. You were more likely to fall through it than make it to the door.

Steve didn’t say anything though; he simply sighed beside you before gingerly leaping onto a seemingly stronger part of the rotting porch, before sidestepping to the front door.

“You coming?” He snapped, face devoid of emotion.

Rolling your eyes, you muttered a few choice names under your breath, ignoring the clench in Steve’s jaw as you leapt up the porch, avoiding the questionable beams as you paused next to the larger man, your arm nearly brushing his. “You gonna knock or should I?” You demanded, eyebrows raised.

Steve knocked on the door three times, his knuckles scraping against the rain rotted wood. You both paused then, straining to hear anything from the other side of the door.

Silence greeted you.

“Welp,” You sighed, shifting as you pulled your jeans higher around your waist. “I’m going to kick the door in-”

“No you’re not,” He cut in, blue eyes alight with dismissal as he gazed down at you. “Are you that rash? Honestly (Y/N)…”

“Well it’s better than standing here,” You shrugged, swinging your foot up before Steve could say anything else. Your foot collided with the door with a loud crack, the already damaged wood snapping and swinging open.

Steve cursed, leaping to the side of the door frame so that he remained out of sight, a hand wrapped tightly around your arm as he yanked you with him so that you were pressed against his chest.

You blinked, eyes wide as you held your breath. Steve’s arms were wrapped tightly around you, his heart beating heavily against your back. You could feel the heat of his body through your thin jacket and as much as you hated to admit it, your skin had erupted in goose bumps.

“Don’t ever do that again,” He growled in your ear, and a shiver slid down your spine.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” You hissed, ignoring the way your body was responding to his being pressed against you. “No one’s there and I’d like to get this mission over and done with.”

Shrugging away from him, you stepped back in front of the doorway, eyes peeled for any movement. However all that greeted you was the soft sound of creaking wood and crisp brown leaves scratching against the floor as they slid across it.

“There’s nothing, its fine,” You whispered, rolling your eyes at him as you gingerly took a step into the house. “The place is empty.”

Steve was slow to move behind you, ears straining as he crept into the doorway. You ignored him though, continuously scanning the area as you began to move around the dingy looking room. A staircase stood to your right, its carpet stained and torn, the fibres worn with age. The railing was broken in multiple places, the wood having split from something or other. Wallpaper was peeling off of cigarette smoke stained walls, the floors littered with stray garbage and leaves that had drifted in.

“This place looks like it’s been empty for ages,” Steve muttered, frowning as he inspected the backdoor which had been left open, a sheet of clear plastic swaying lightly in the wind.

“They could’ve bailed days ago,” You sighed, carefully pressing a foot onto one of the stairs, weary that it might break under the pressure. When the wood held, only emitting a soft creak, you continued to make your way upwards, listening carefully for any other creaks or groans.

“Be careful,” Steve called after you, his face turned away from you as he continued to move around what should have been the living room.

“Ay ay Captain,” You grumbled, raising your hand in a sarcastic salute before disappearing upstairs.

You didn’t think it was possible, but the upstairs was in worse condition than the downstairs was: floorboards were torn up and broken, the wood splintered and sharp. Drywall had been torn apart, revealing the beams that were once hidden beneath it, though some of them appeared to be broken as well.

“Idiots,” You grumbled, side stepping a questionable board in the floor. There were two rooms a few feet ahead on the right and you made sure to stay close to the wall, out of sight. You didn’t believe that anyone was in here, but you’d rather you were safe than sorry.

You could still hear Steve wandering around downstairs, the sound of heavy footfalls easily drifting up through the damaged floors of the small house. You could hear him rummaging through drawers, papers being scattered and things tossed aside as he hunted for clues.

You peered into one of the rooms, heaving a sigh of relief when you found it empty. The window was broken, the glass having been smashed, and sunlight lit up the room, crisp autumn air drifting in and snaking around your ankles. There was nothing here, not even a closet to go through.

Sighing, you straightened your jacket and you pulled out of the room, gently closing the door. There was nothing here. What made Fury think that a bunch of lowlifes were somehow attached to any suspicious activity going on with the government anyway?

Whatever, you had to do whatever the hell he wanted you to do anyway or you’d be bloody well fired. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about quitting though.

Grumbling, you continued down the hallway, dragging your sneakers across the floor as you moved. The door was only a few feet away and you sighed, tugging the sleeve of your jacket over your hand before wrapping it around the knob. Dirt and grime smeared across the fabric and you shuddered, suppressing a gag. Whoever had lived here was disgusting.

The hinges squealed as you pushed it open and you winced, cursing under your breath before stepping inside. You could see dust floating through the air, illuminated by the light coming through the windows on the far wall. This room was much smaller than the last, though it looked much more inhabitable.

“There’s nothing here Steve!” You shouted, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “There isn’t even-”

You yelped when there was a loud scuffle from behind you, eyes widening in alarm when a man you didn’t recognize darted out of an unseen closet that’s door resided directly behind the one you had just entered from.

He was tall, much taller than you, although he appeared to be much younger. Your hands were at your pocket in an instant, ready to reach for your knife, but he was already far too close and moving far too fast. He struck you once in the jaw and you nearly toppled backwards, caught off guard, and then suddenly there was a sharp, burning pain in your side. You gasped, stumbling backwards as your eyes snapped up to this. He seemed frightened, his pupils blown wide as he backed away from you.

You could hear Steve somewhere, his footsteps echoing loudly as he sprinted up the stairs, shouting your name.

“I’m sorry,” The man blurted, backing out of the room before he was running. You could hear Steve shouting, at him you supposed, and there was shuffling before someone grunted. You remained still though, shocked as you gingerly pressed a hand to your side.

You whimpered in fear, gaze moving downward as you hand came into contact with whatever he had struck you with. Sickened and nauseous, you slowly let your gaze shift downwards until your (E/C) eyes landed on your wound.

It was glass. The asshole had stabbed you with a shard of glass.

“Shit,” You grumbled, noting how large it was and how darkened your shirt was becoming with blood.

Steve was suddenly in the doorway, out of breath as he paused to stare at you in surprise for a moment.

“What in the hell happened to you-“ He started, already moving towards you. His hands were on you in an instant, his eyes raking over your shaking form.

“There-there was a guy,” You started, lip trembling. Your skin had started to ache, and you were terrified to move for fear that it may cause more damage. “I-I didn’t know Steve-”

He cursed quietly under his breath then, before one of his hands was curling around the back of your neck and he was forcing you to look at him.

“What did I tell you about being careful?” He demanded, blue eyes dark with worry and anger.

Your lip trembled, side now beginning to ache. “I’m sorry, it was so quiet, he was hidden and then-”

Steve just sighed then, bringing his hand away from your neck to inspect the piece of glass.

“Don’t pull it out,” You started, raising your hands to push him away. “It’ll do more damage than good, it’s jagged and I could bleed out anyway.”

“I know,” Steve snapped, scrubbing a hand down his face. He’d hooked an arm around your back, keeping you upright in case you decided to lose your balance and you moaned in pain when he shifted and you stumbled.

“I’m getting us out of here,” He said and suddenly he was bending to hook an arm under your legs. Alarmed, you stumbled away from him and teetered, about to lose your balance before he was moving to catch you.

“Stop it!” You shouted, struggling to suppress an agony filled expression as you backed away from him. “I can take care of myself, I don’t need your help!”

Steve stood still for a moment, staring at you in disbelief before a flurry of emotions passed over his face. First appeared to be shock, then a lack of understanding, before anger settled over his fine features and he was stalked towards you. His hands were suddenly wrapped around your uppers arms and he shook you lightly, ignoring your wide eyes and exclamation of pain.

“I am getting my girl the hell out of here!” He shouted, his face a near inch from yours.

“I am not your girl Steve!” You snapped, though your voiced sounded weak. Your muscles were beginning to ache, and you honestly didn’t know how much blood you had lost.

“Yes, you are,” He spoke slowly, through gritted teeth. “I don’t give a damn if you hate me (Y/N), you’re still my girl. I don’t care if we haven’t spoken in six months and I’ve no damn idea what’s going on in your life, you are still my girl.”

You stared at Steve in shock, eyes wide as your heart leapt into your throat. Where in the hell had all this come from?

“I don’t care if you move on, and marry another man for Christ’s sake, you are still my girl!” It was a near shout this time and Steve took a few shaky breaths before continuing. “I don’t care if you hate me for the rest of your life because of what I did, I won’t regret it. I will never regret choosing your life over someone else’s.”

You opened your mouth to speak, to defend the small boy he was referring to but Steve cut you off again.

“He was dying and you damn well knew it, you damn well knew it and I love you for trying to save him, but I was not going to sit there and lose two damn people when I could have my own damn children with you. I was not about to stand there and watch you die.”

His shouting had caught you off guard and you blinked back tears, your mind a blurred mess with confusion. What in the hell did all of this mean?! Why in the hell was he doing this to you?!

“I-I don’t understand-” You started, voice unsteady.

“I don’t give a damn about anybody else, not the way I do about you, I never have and you know it. So listen, you don’t ever have to speak to me again after today,” Steve continued, eyes boring into yours. His grip on you was bruising as he stooped down so he was eyelevel with you. “But know that you are still my girl, I never stopped loving you and I am getting you the hell out of here.”

You didn’t even time to react after that before he was scooping you up, mindful of your injury as he held you against his chest. Your body felt numb, mind aching and reeling from everything that had just happened.

Steve still loved you?

He didn’t hate you?

He had wanted to have kids with you?

You struggled to suppress tears then, overcome with shock, pain, exhaustion and confusion as Steve tore out of the house, a call for help having been sent by him some time ago. He’d insisted you stay awake, that you’d lost so much more blood than he had thought, but your eyes were so damn heavy.

What if you didn’t love Steve anymore?

“Steve,” You murmured softly, fingers slowly pushing through his soft, blond locks. His hair was still damp from the shower he’d had earlier and you smiled as he hummed in response.

“Are you still in a bit of pain?”

You watched as he cracked an eye open, one blue iris barely visible in the dark of your shared bedroom.

“A bit,” He murmured, his large hand moving up to grasp your smaller one.

“Would you like a massage?” It was a soft whisper, and it slid across his skin as you pressed your lips against his knuckles.

“Oh baby you don’t have to,” He murmured, a soft smile escaping him as his eyes roved over your features.

“I know I don’t have to, I want to.” A kiss was pressed against the palm of his hand and you smiled against his skin, relishing in the warmth it offered.

Steve smiled at you before his arm was suddenly curling around your waist and you were startled as he dragged you into his chest.

“I’d much rather have you lying next to me,” He whispered into your hair and you smiled against his jaw, a warm glow blooming within your chest.

“Darling, I can lie with you after I’m done. I’d much rather have you go to bed comfortable-”

“I’d like to fall asleep in your arms,” Steve gently interrupted, placing a tender kiss against your bruised lips.

“Do you promise?” It was a whisper, and you allowed your E/C eyes to drift across his swollen cheekbone.

“I promise.”

pixiedusts said to marvelimaginesyesplease:

can you please do steve x reader christmas celebration where steve gives a little surprise every single day of dec until christmas day - however he messed up the big final surprise, because of stark being overprotected towards the reader? lots of fluff, you’re more than welcome to end the story with smut ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) thank you in advanced!!!

“Steve, you really don’t have to do all of this for me!” You laughed as you peered up at Steve, his hands clasped tightly behind his back as he peered down at you from where he stood. A small gift lay wrapped on your lap, the glistening red bow on top had you grinning at how absolutely adorable Steve was. 

“I know, but I’d like to anyways,” Steve said, moving to sit down beside you. “And I think I’ll continue to do so for the rest of the month.”

“The rest of the month?!” You nearly shouted, your gaze snapping up to meet Steve’s brilliant blue one in shock. “You can’t possibly buy me a gift for every day of the month Steve! I won’t let you!” You moved to push the gift back into his hands but Steve shook his head.

“No, I want to. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have bothered. Besides,” He shrugged as he grinned at you. “Not all of them have to be purchased gifts.”

And that is exactly how the rest of the month played out: every day you received a gift from Steve, and every day you grew a bit more fond of the man, if that was even possible at this point. Some days you woke up to find a wrapped gift on your bedside table, others to him knocking on your door so that he could bring you breakfast in bed, or maybe he’d buy you lunch while you went for a walk. 

“So do I get anything on Christmas?” You asked Steve as the two of you made your way out of the training area, your chest heaving as you wiped sweat from your brow. “Or have all these presents been enough? Because seriously Steve, you’ve already done too much for me.”

“Well I guess we’ll just have to see now won’t we Y/N).” He grinned down at you then, his tall frame towering over your own much smaller one as he gently nudged your shoulder. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever Steve.”

Christmas Eve came much faster than you had expected, and wrapping gifts for all of your friends and family was incredibly time consuming, and frustrating. Steve had already given you your present earlier, a ridiculously fluffy and stark white scarf that you’d fallen in love with, although right about now you were wishing that his gift had been helping you wrap.

“I hate wrapping!” You growled in frustration, angrily tossing yet another piece of paper aside. Folding corners was so damn annoying and if it wasn’t perfect well then it wasn’t good enough to go under the damn tree.

You felt horrible about Steve’s ‘12 days of Christmas turned 31 days of December’ and had struggled to make it up to him by going all out on the presents for him tomorrow, and making him breakfast multiple times a week but you felt that somehow it all wasn’t enough. You knew that his kindness had not second motive, that he didn’t expect anything in return but damn did the guilt eat at you. Steve may be Captain America, but he wasn’t making enough money to spoil you the way he was. Especially when you weren’t even official yet.

“Knock knock!”

You scrambled at the sound of Tony’s voice at the doorway to your room, hurriedly throwing a blanket over the expanse of gifts covering your bed. “Don’t look Tony!” You shouted. If the damned idiot had seen anything-

“I’m not looking, I’m not looking don’t worry,” He sang and you turned to see him with his hands over his eyes as he sauntered into your bedroom, fully clad in a suit and tie. 

“Knock next time please,” You sighed as you fully turned to face your friends, crossing your arms with a huff.

“I said ‘knock knock’, that seems good enough to me,” Tony teased as he stopped a few feet in front of you. “Can I uncover my eyes now?”

“Yeah,” You sighed, gently sinking down onto your bed behind you. “What brings you to my humble abode you turd?”\

“Well that’s not a very fitting word for me,” He said in mock hurt, bringing his hand to his chest. “Especially someone as near and dear to your heart as I.”

“Near and dear to my asshole Tony,” You grumbled, rolling your eyes. You couldn’t help the grin that escaped you though.

“I wish I was near and dear to your asshole,” He smirked, an eyebrow quirking up and your jaw dropped in surprise-and disgust.

“Anyways,” He continued, moving to sit beside you as he adjusted the jacket to his suit. “So what’s with this Steve thing and the super big present tomorrow?”

Oh God, here we go. Tony had been ridiculously protective of you since-God, since you’d been born. While you were only a few years younger than him, it was enough of an age gap that he remembered you being born, and growing up with him and of course: he took on the big brother role. As endearing as it was, having Tony continuously breathing down the necks of any men that go too close to you was bloody annoying. 

“Please don’t ruin this for me,” You pleaded, turning to face him, your face a mask of anguish. “He’s really very sweet-”

“He’s almost one-hundred years old.”

“Yes-well, technically-”

“He could be your great grandfather.”

“Then that means he’s very wise! Steve’s a good guy, you know that Tony.”

“He’s a goody two shoes with his own agenda which could involve you getting hurt. Now listen,” Tony continued, this time turning so that he was fully facing you. “You know I’m one for fun and games but Steve? Really Y/N? Why would you get involved with someone who could bring more danger into your life? Don’t you have enough on your plate?”

“Don’t you think Steve could protect me?” You fired back, an eyebrow raised. “Isn’t he a good choice since he’d actually understand my job?”

Tony’s face fell into one of pure disgust then. “He’s old enough to wear a diaper.”

“Tony!” You slapped his arm, laughing at his comment. “I know that you and Steve don’t always get along-”

“Try never.”

“-but I think he’s really good for me.”

“I really don’t get what you see in him,” Tony said, throwing his hands in the air as he turned away from you. “He’s not someone I ever saw you falling for.”

“What? A giant man made of muscle who is the embodiment of a gentleman? Yeah Tony, me neither.” You scoffed as you rolled your eyes at him, ignoring how he sneered and mimicked you.

“So is that why you’re here?” You continued. “To enlighten me as to how you’re feeling?”

“Pretty much,” He sighed, resting his hands on his thighs as he pushed himself up from your bed. “Just thought I’d warn you about the mess you’re getting yourself into.”

“Tony,” You warned. “Stop trying to be my parental guardian.”

“Fine,” He held his hands in front of himself as he backed away from you, dark brows raised as he shook his head. “You’re right, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Yep, thanks dad.” Your tone was dry as you spoke to him, annoyed with how he had acted just then. Tony ignored your comment as he left your bedroom and you kept your gaze on the ground. Honestly, you loved the guy, you’d known him your entire life, but seriously? He wasn’t your dad. Why couldn’t he just be your best friend? Why did he always have to act like he was your obnoxious and over protective older brother?

                                                           * * * 

Christmas Eve passed quickly, and you fell asleep after many festive filled hours with the group, and many teasing touches from Steve. Almost too many. It was hard to handle, and obvious that Tony could see how desperate you were to be alone with the tall blonde. His sneers lasted the entire night.

Christmas morning however, was rather-different.

You awoke with a start, the sound of your bed creaking and the shifting of blankets slowly pulling you from your sleep. You moved about, bleary eyed as your heavy limbs struggled to catch hold of whatever was surrounding you.

“Morning doll.”

You’d know that voice anywhere.

“Steve,” You purred, a smile tugging at your lips as his body curled around yours, bare chest warm as he wrapped his thick arms around your smaller body. 

“Merry Christmas,” He whispered, lips gently brushing your ear as he pressed his nose into your hair. “You sleep alright?”

You nodded, a soft hum escaping your plump, pink lips as you stretched, carefully pressing your body against Steve. He was very nearly naked, with only a loose pair of track pants covering his lower half, and you felt how he shifted against you, pulling you closer as you stretched.

Fully aware of how you were affecting him, you continued to press your hips back and against him, reveling in the soft mewl that escaped him. 

“Good morning,” You breathed, a soft whine escaping you when his fingers dug into your hips and ribs, dragging you even closer to his body. “Steve…”

“You have one more present,” He breathed, teeth gently nipping at your ear. 

“Please Steve,” You begged, turning your head so you could meet his gaze. “Please-”

There was a loud creak as your door swung open and you snapped your head up, Steve hastily moving away from you as you caught sight of who stood in your doorway.

“Tony?!” You demanded.

He was scowling, a look of pure disgust adorning his sharp features. 

“I just came to say Merry Christmas but apparently somebody else came too-or is about to anyway.”

“Tony-get out!” You squealed, ignoring his comment as you pulled your blankets up around your chest. Your cheeks were flushed and hot, your heart fluttering painfully in your chest. Embarrassed and caught off guard, Steve sat quietly beside you, his cheeks a deep hue of red.

“I have to get out?” Tony pointed to himself in surprise. “What about the loser sitting in your bed who was about to lose his virginity to you?”

Steve remained silent, though you saw him clench his jaw at Tony’s comment.

“Tony!” You snapped. “Stop it! I’m not your child-I am your friend! Stop ruining things for me!”

“Well it’s not like I meant for this to happen,” He drawled, rolling his eyes at you before he cast an expression of pure disgust in Steve’s direction. “I mean, really Y/N-”

“Out!” You shouted, this time more forcefully and Tony backed out of your room, though he grumbled and mimicked you the whole way through.

There was deep pause as both you and Steve sat beside each other on your bed, your bodies tense as you mulled over the events that had taken place.

God, why was Tony such an ass?

“I am so sorry,” You finally spoke, your voice a mere whisper. “I really don’t like how over protective he is, I didn’t mean for this-”

“I should go.”

“What?” You paled as you looked at Steve, his once pale face now a deep red. Seemingly flustered, he moved to untangle himself from your sheets. 

“I’m not usually this bold,” Steve said as he turned to look at you, wide shoulders looking tense and stiff. “It took me a while to work up the courage to even do this and I-maybe this just wasn’t a good idea.”

“Oh shut up Steve,” You groaned and before he could question your outburst you had wrapped your hands around his neck and were dragging him back down onto your bed, planting kisses along his jaw the whole while.

“Y-Y/N,” He stuttered breathlessly, well muscled arms moving forward to brace himself so that he rested comfortable above you.

“Yes?” You murmured, shifting so that you rested beneath him as you tangled your legs with his. 

“Please-I don’t-”

“You don’t what?” You asked teasingly, your tongue sliding up and along his neck as you drove your hips up and into his. The loud groan that escaped Steve then was enough to have you mewling.

“Please-please don’t stop,” He begged, whining as he drove his hips down into yours, his hands moving down to tangle themselves into your hair.

Ah yes, Merry Christmas to me.

This is the last part of the series! This was a request by anonymous so thank them and I hope you like it!

Hate That I Love You Part One

Hate That I Love You Part Two

Weeks had passed since your mission gone wrong, and still the tension between both you and Steve was weighing heavily on the two of you. Everyone had been feeling the tension between the two of you for months now, but this-this was much different. You continuously caught Steve staring at you, those dark blue eyes of his riddled with a sort of despair. You’d always turn away, fearful that he might see your internal struggle.

You had never stopped loving Steve, despite your hatred for the man and his actions, you had never stopped loving him. And the fact that he still loved you as well? It was ripping you apart. Where did you go from here? What would everyone say? Were you better off without each other? After all, things would never be the same. 

“Your wound’s healing nicely,” Bruce spoke quietly, gently lowering your shirt as he straightened. Your gaze remained unfocused though, Y/E/C eyes fixated on the wall opposite you. You remained atop the lab table a few moments longer before Bruce’s quiet sigh as he sank back down into the chair had you snapping out of your trance.

“So are you going to talk to Steve or what?”

“Pardon?” You spoke slowly, distractedly. You’d been like this for weeks now. The tension in the tower was becoming too much to handle, and everyone that surrounded you had been tiptoeing around both you and Steve. No one wanted to be the one to address the situation and no one wanted to be the one to ignore it either.

Bruce sighed, slowly removing his glasses from his nose before gently rubbing them against his lab coat in an effort to clean them. His salt and pepper hair was rather messy today and the bags under his eyes seemed darker than usual.

“Have you been sleeping enough lately?” You asked softly, gently nudging his knee with your foot. Bruce just chuckled though, slowly shaking his head as he set his glasses atop his nose once more.

“Don’t try to change the subject Y/N, we’re talking about you and Steve right now.” He squinted up at you as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his thighs.

You sighed quietly, casting your gaze down to your lap. “There’s nothing to talk about Bruce.”

He was silent for a few moments before he straightened himself in his chair, frowning at you while he crossed his arms. “I don’t understand. You two were the best team we have, not to mention a wonderful couple. You talked about getting married.”

You winced at his words, your eyes pricking with tears. You kept your gaze on your lap, thankful that he couldn’t see your watering eyes.

“I understand why you were angry with him,” Bruce spoke slowly, tentatively so as not to further upset you with this touchy topic. “But he did it because he loves you…And he apologized multiple times for it. But you…you kept pushing him away. Was there another reason for your hatred?”

You struggled to avoid Bruce’s question, allowing your eyes to drift across his dimly lit lab. It was a small room, his own personal space. The walls were a deep blue grey, the metallic steel of his equipment contrasting starkly against it all. It would have been calming if you weren’t so confused.

“Y/N?”

“He let a child die Bruce,” You whispered, twisting your fingers painfully as you struggled to speak. “He wouldn’t have been five, and I told him to leave me but he-he chose me instead and now…”

You trailed off, the image of the small boy throbbing painfully within your skull. The urge to leap from the table and run, escape from Bruce’s gentle, prying voice was almost unbearable, but you forced yourself to remain with the quiet man.

He was quiet for a while before he hummed, allowing a calloused hand to rest on your jean clad knee. “Steve regrets his decision-” He pursed his lips as he tilted his head, searching for the right words. “In ways. He’s happy he didn’t let you die, but he wishes he’d saved the boy.”

“I wish he had too,” You murmured, chest feeling as if it were about to cave inwards. Your sorrows were beginning to consume you.

“Steve made a split decision in the moment Y/N,” Bruce murmured, dropping his hand from your leg. “He allowed his emotions to control him in a time of chaos, and his love for you drove him to make a decision.” He stood then, tilting his head to look at you. “Don’t punish a man who chose love over reason, when he punishes himself for the mistakes he’s made. The two of you are miserable without each other, and your guilt over all that’s happened and all you’ve done to each other will consume the two of you. Let your pride go.”

Bruce left then, gingerly closing the door behind him as he left you to mull over all that he’d said. Was pride what was really keeping you from running back to Steve? Was it anger and hurt over the loss of that child?

The guilt at having been chosen over the boy had been eating at you since the incident had taken place, and you’d been punishing Steve for it for months. The guilt that must have been weighing on that man would have been crushing him, after all; you may be the reason the decision was made, but he was the one who made it. 

“I don’t know what to do,” You wailed, groaning as you ran your hand down your face. 

He still loves me, you thought tiredly, angry with how confused you felt. But what if I don’t love him anymore? We’ve both changed so much…and I’ve been punishing him for his decision for so long…He may very well hate me even though he thinks he still loves me.

“I should talk to him,” You whispered to yourself, worriedly chewing on your bottom lip as you turned your gaze towards the door. “I should at least speak to him.”

Sighing, you slowly lowered yourself onto the floor from your seat on Bruce’s lab table and stood for a few moments, scenarios of you and Steve running through your head. Maybe the two of you would forgive each other and become friends again.

But the idea of that had your chest feeling as if it were being squeezed. You wanted more than that with Steve…You missed being held by him, and waking up next to him-

“Stop it!” You hissed to yourself, shaking your head as if it would rid your mind of the painful memories of your relationship with the man. You needed to go into this with the best intentions, but without any expectations. It would leave you without any pain if nothing did happen.

The walk to Steve’s living area seemed incredibly long-far longer than it should have been-and with every step your anxiety grew. What if he didn’t want to see you at all? What if he wanted nothing to do with you? What if he slammed the door in your face? 

Different scenarios kept playing through your mind, some good some bad, despite the fact that you kept desperately wishing them away. You were beginning to panic, your chest tightening at the idea of what was about to happen. Your legs were aching, begging you to turn around and disappear back into your room, to allow Steve to continue to be the villain.

Steve’s door was in sight when you turned the corner, the carpeted hallway leading to it was suddenly pulling at your feet, as if it too were begging you to turn around. Why were you so nervous anyway? Steve was the one who was in the wrong, right?

But now you weren’t so sure. Had you both been in the wrong for all of these months? Had you been punishing him for no reason?

“Oh God this is going to be a shit show,” You groaned quietly, hurriedly smoothing your hair as Steve’s door continued to grow closer. Ribs feeling as if they were struggling to cave inwards, you stopped a foot or so in front of the rather large, wooden door.

What if he wasn’t even here? What if he slammed the door in your face when he realized it was you? No, no he wouldn’t do that he’d only told you a few weeks ago that he still loved you.

You felt your stomach drop. But you hadn’t said anything back…In fact, you hadn’t spoken to him since. What if he’d decided he really didn’t love you and you weren’t worth his time? Oh God, this was going to be one hell of a shit show.

You raised a shaking hand, pausing for a few moments before you swallowed thickly and forced yourself to knock. You winced when your knuckles rapped loudly against the door, straining to hear if there was any movement on the other side. 

“Come in!” You heard him shout, his voice sounding deep and content.

You froze, panic rising like bile in your throat. He was going to be so angry when you walked in instead of someone else. Oh God, maybe you should tell him to come to the door instead?

Steeling yourself against your anxiety, you wrapped a hand around the knob of the door and gently pushed it open, sucking in a deep breath through your teeth as you stepped into Steve’s small apartment space in the Tony’s tower. You caught sight of him, legs outstretched as he perched on his window seat, his book resting on his lap. His lips parted slightly when his gaze landed on you, though his face remained emotionless.

“Oh, it’s you.”

Your heart thumped heavily in your chest, as if it were struggling to break forth from the confines of your ribs. A shaky sigh escaped you as you wiped you palms on the back of your jeans. “Listen…I-can we talk?”

Steve’s eyes roved your face for a few moments before he gingerly set his book down on the cushions in front of him. “Alright.” He dropped his feet onto the floor and slowly stood, shoulders squaring before starting to move towards his kitchen. All of the lights had been turned off, the only source of lighting drifting in from the window where he had just been reading. The grey skies cast the room in a dark sort of somber glow. It would have been perfect for a nap, but your nerves were very nearly vibrating under your skin.

“Tea?” He asked, glancing at you over his shoulder from his spot at the counter, an eyebrow raising as he did so.

“I’m fine thank you,” You responded softly, noticing how stiff his shoulders seemed to be. You carefully peered around his apartment, noticing how very different it was since you had moved your things out all that time ago. There was no art on the walls, the photographs of the two of you were gone, the blankets that used to lay on the back of couch had been moved and the entire apartment looked so…plain.

“You can sit down you know,” Steve said dryly, his back turned to you as he poured the boiled water into his mug that rested on the counter. A part of you expected it to be the red coffee mug he’d always used after you’d bought it for him for his birthday, but a pale grey one greeted you instead. You shouldn’t have been surprised, you’d removed all memories of him from your place as well, but your heart sank a little at the sight.

Feeling tense and centered out, you sank into one of his chairs with a drawn out breath, desperately wishing that this awkward endeavor would end sometime soon.

Steve took a few more minutes to fix himself a cup of tea, the drawn out silence allowing the tension in the room to thicken, before he took a seat across from you at his small kitchen table. 

He wrapped his hands around his mug of tea before allowing his gaze to drift up to yours, cerulean eyes looking cool and unfazed. “What did you need me for?”

You gulped before you spoke, your hands splayed across the table before you began wringing them again. “It’s about the mission…both of them really.”

You caught him stiffening out of the corner of your eye, his knuckles growing white as his grip on the mug tightened. “I see.”

You struggled with your words for a while, incredibly aware of the thickening atmosphere of the room and how incredibly tense the two of you were getting. “Steve…” You started, a shaking hand moving up to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “I don’t hate you…I-I understand why you did what you did all those months ago…”

Steve didn’t bother to look up to meet your gaze, opting instead to keep it focused on the contents of his mug, the muscle in his jaw twitching before his lips tightened into a thin line. 

You studied him for a moment before continuing. “And I wanted to thank you…for saving me last time.” You could practically hear the blood rushing in your veins, you heart beat thumping wildly in your throat. Steve wasn’t even looking at you, and the room seemed to be shrinking around you.

When he finally did look up though, he looked defeated: his eyes were red around the edges and slightly puffy. 

“Is that all?” 

It was a dry question, laced with a hint of annoyance and exhaustion. You were a bit taken aback to be honest.

“Yes,” Was all you answered though, before pushing yourself away from the table and standing. You stared at him a moment longer, your hands resting on the table while you studied the way his thin hoodie stretched across his shoulders, the way the muscles in his arms curved and dipped, how incredibly defined his jaw was, before you turned and left.

Your back was rigid as you walked away from him and towards the door, your legs stiff, begging you to turn around and fully explain yourself to him, to have a real conversation with the man, but you forced yourself to keep moving. 

The hallway was empty when you stepped into it, and your lip trembled as you closed the door to his living space, wincing when it clicked into place. So that was it. You and Steve were officially over…for good. So why did you feel so unsatisfied? Why did your chest ache?

Whatever the reason, you chose to ignore it. Your feet felt heavy, as if they were filled with lead, as you continued down the hallway. You forced yourself to keep your gaze ahead of you, though you desperately wanted to turn and allow Steve’s place one last look.

Steve, you begged, please just come and get me. Chase me like you used to.

Your ears were straining to hear any movement whatsoever, anything at all, and your heart and mind were begging and hoping that if there was any, it would be Steve. 

“Y/N.”

You froze, eyes widening as you caught your breath. Slowly turning, you were shocked to find yourself staring at Steve. You’d made it nearly halfway down the hallway but even from this distance you could see how his large frame nearly took up the entire doorway to the entrance of his home. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before he stepped aside, motioning you back into his apartment. 

You gulped, frowning in confusion at him before starting to move towards him. What in the hell was he doing? Why was he bringing you back? He’d seemed so fed up with you when you’d spoken to him just a few minutes ago. Had he had a change of heart? Or was there something he needed to tell you? 

Something cruel, you assumed. Your heart sank into your stomach.

When you finally reached him, you cast him a fleeting glance before slipping past him and back into the dark expanse of his small apartment. Steve towered over you before you before he turned to gently close the door behind the two of you. 

You stood still, holding your breath, unsure of what to do next. Steve silently slid past you and back towards his kitchen, though his face remained emotionless. You were starting to get worried. Why did Steve bring you back in here? What was the point? You’d literally just left, and although the conversation had been dry and virtually meaningless, it had still happened not five minutes ago.

Steve beckoned for you to take a seat at his table for the second time that day, and for the second time you gingerly sat down, painfully aware of the awkward situation the two of you had placed yourselves in. 

Unable to look at him, you kept your gaze focused on his table, allowing your eyes to follow the pattern of the wood knots while he slid into the chair opposite yours once more. 

“I didn’t tell you what I needed to when we last spoke.”

You tugged on your lip with your teeth, desperately struggling to keep your hands from shaking and your feet from tapping on the floor. Although you were certain Steve knew you were anxious, you were still rather embarrassed about it all. 

“I’m sorry I chose you over the boy.”

You finally looked up at him, though now his blue eyes were trained on the table. Without a second thought, you reached across the table and gently set your hand across Steve’s much larger one. His eyes snapped up to meet yours, lips parting in confusion.

“I-” Your mouth was suddenly dry and you quickly cleared you throat, struggling to dismiss the thickening atmosphere of the room. “I’m sorry I put you through all that I did for so long…I should have known that it would have put you through a lot of stress and guilt and I-” You coughed quietly. “I’m sorry Steve.”

You heard him swallow thickly, your eyes searching his face for anything, any emotion at all. It was silent for a very long time, the only thing to be heard was the ticking of the clock above Steve’s stove.

Suddenly Steve was wrapping his fingers around your smaller hand, and a soft sigh escaped him. “Are we…are we okay then?”

You nodded, releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “I think so…”

Steve’s thumb gently smoothed over the knuckles of your hand before he spoke again. “So we’re…friends?”

You mulled over the idea for a few moments, images of the two of you having lunch and making polite talk swarming your mind before you nodded vigorously. “Yes, absolutely.”

A deep sigh of relief escaped the man sitting before you before he was sinking back into his chair, his hand slipping out of yours as he did so. “Oh thank God. It was starting to get really awkward around here.”

You laughed then, a heavy weight suddenly lifting from your shoulders as you gazed at Steve, who was now grinning from ear to ear. “That’s very true.”

Your laughs slowly faded then, and you looked him over a few moments longer before you stood. “I should get going. Tony had some stuff he wanted to show me and he isn’t too happy when I’m late so-” You cast a pensive wave as Steve stood from his chair, wiping the palms of his hands on his jeans before moving towards you.

“So, I guess we just take things slow from here, right?” He asked, eyebrows raising as he extended his hand towards you. God, what a geek.

You nodded though, allowing your hand to slip into his as you shook it, struggling to keep your quiet laugh hidden. “Ah yes, definitely.” You turned your face upwards to smile at him, though stopped when you saw how he was smiling at you. His grin was somewhat lopsided, those deep blue eyes of his were crinkled in happiness and his blond hair was tousled and messy. You felt your lips part into an ‘oh’ and suddenly Steve’s grin fell, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. 

It was only after a few moments that the two of you realized you were still shaking hands and you gasped quietly, hurriedly stepping away from him. Cheeks heating, you apologized to one another before you were slowly backing away from him and towards the door.

“Ah-yes well-” You babbled, your cheeks darkening as you avoided Steve’s lingering gaze. “I’ll see you around-friend.”

Images of Steve rolling his hips into yours, and the way he’d groan kept running through your head and you couldn’t keep your eyes from running over his chest. All of the nights you’d spend together after particularly gruesome missions, the warm comforting showers turned sexy as you helped wash one another off, careful to avoid new bruises and scrapes.

Steve’s cheeks had turned a soft pink, his brows furrowed as he caught your gaze, though you didn’t miss the way his landed on your chest. He coughed quietly before straightening himself, running a calloused hand through his hair in an effort to tidy it.

“I’ll see you around Y/N,” He said, struggling to sound stern as he furrowed his brows. The two of you remained though, standing a few feet away from one another, your mouths parted slightly as images of one another ran through your heads. You could feel your muscles coiling, tightening, and just as you were about to breathe his name, Steve let loose a low growl. 

“Damn taking things slow.”

Your eyes widened as he moved towards you, gasping when his hands slid around your ribs and pulled your body up and into his. Your legs swung around his waist as he did so and you gasped when he pushed you against the wall, a low groan escaping you when his mouth landed on your neck. 

“St-Steve!” You exclaimed, whining when he pressed his hips into yours.

“God I missed you-” It was a growl, low and breathy and your eyes widened when they met his. He looked so-so-

Desperate.

“God I missed you too,” You moaned out, eyes snapping shut as his hand slid up and over your ribs, his finger tips lightly skimming the tops of your cleavage. “P-please don’t tease me,” You begged, out of breath.

“S-so no taking things slow?” Steve demanded, suppressing a groan when you rolled your hips into his, your hands tangling into his hair. He tightened his grip on you.

“No, no taking things slow,” You whispered, shivering when he sank his teeth into your shoulder.

“Bedroom?” He breathed, pulling his face away from the crook of your neck so that he could meet your gaze. His pupils were blown wide, the deep blue nearly disappeared. 

“Bedroom,” You agreed, nodding vigorously.

Steve’s eyes widened at your request and he very nearly stumbled away from you. You watched as the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbed heavily before he spoke.

“That…That’s blasphemy.”

You rolled your eyes, a deep sigh escaping you. Was he for real? “Steve, no it is not.”

“Y/N, it says in the bible-”

“The bible says a lot of things that aren’t applicable to today’s times. You commit sin on the daily Steve, what’s a little sodomy?”

“A little sodomy?!” He demanded, cheeks turning a deep hue of pink. “I-I can’t do that to you-we can’t-”

“Oh my God-fine!” You nearly shouted, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation before you were rolling your eyes and turning away from him. “You’re such an old grump.”

“I am not an old grump for not wanting to do anal with you Y/N!” He spoke loudly, although his words drifted into a quiet whisper. “I could hurt you!”

You turned to face him then, eyebrow raised in annoyance. “Do you not want to or are you just scared?”

Steve paused, lips pursed as he frowned at you. He opened his mouth as if to speak before he snapped it shut, releasing a defeated sigh. “Fine. Go upstairs.”

“Really?!” You squealed, eyes alight with hope as your blonde lover sighed in defeat. 

“Yes.”

“S-seriously, can we just nap?” You asked again, pressing a hand against Tony’s chest so that you could take a much needed breath. “I like sleeping, you know that.”

“Oh I like sleeping too,” Tony grinned, before swooping down to tug on your ear lobe with his teeth while he muttered; “Just a very different kind of sleeping.”

“T-Tony,” You pressed again, struggling to keep your voice from shaking as his mouth moved down to nip at your neck. His hips were pressed harshly against your own, his hip bones pressing into you through your jeans. “Please baby, we already did this earlier this morning…”

“That was how many hours ago?” He asked, and you could almost hear his smirk. His hands were on your hips then, quickly snapping them up and into his own. You couldn’t help the low groan that escaped you.

“Sex is sex T,” You mumbled breathlessly, eyes closed as he ran his tongue across your collar bone. “Can’t…can’t it wait unt-until maybe an hour from now?” Your body was humming from his ministrations and as much as you’d wanted a nap, sex was becoming quite tempting.

“We can nap after, and bask in the after glow of post coitus,” He grinned, hands slipping down to grip your ass. “Cuddling naked is the best part.”

“Tony no,” You whined, yelping when he pinched your ass before pushing you harder into the wall he had you pinned against.

“(Y/N) yes,” He growled, biting your lip before gently tugging on it and sucking it into his mouth. You let out a quiet moan, back involuntarily arching into him. This all felt too good, especially when he started grinding you, his crotch pressed tightly against your own. “Oh, Tony-”

“Hey guys, have you seen-Oh God, again?! Seriously?!”

Both you and Tony jumped apart, startled, when the door to Tony’s lab slid open and Bruce stepped in, looking incredibly red and incredibly flustered.

“Do you really have to-you know-” He was shielding his eyes with his clipboard. “-Have sex again on my workspace?”

Tony was staring at him with a blank expression before he rolled his eyes and started to grin. “Do you really have a problem with it, Greeney?”

“Tony!” You hissed, slapping his chest. You were blushing heavily, and carefully avoiding looking anywhere but at Bruce. This was so embarrassing, and most definitely not the first time you had been caught.

“I’m so sorry Bruce, we’ll be leaving now,” You spoke quietly to him, tugging a complaining Tony out behind you. Bruce’s entire face and neck were flushed a deep pink. Oh my god, this was so embarrassing. How were you even going to be able to look at him at dinner tonight?!

After the door to the lab had closed, and you and Tony were well past being able to be heard by poor Brucie, you whirled around and slapped Tony in the arm.

“Ouch!” He shouted, looking hurt as he reached up to rub his arm. “What was that for?!”

“I told you I just wanted a nap and now Bruce is probably mortified and I am too!” You exclaimed, glaring at your ridiculously cheeky boyfriend.

“Oh he’s fine,” Tony said, waving a hand at you in dismissal. “He’s an adult, you think he doesn’t know that two other adults have sex (Y/N)?”

“That’s not the point!” You hissed, glaring up at him. “I’M embarrassed too!”

“Oh baby,” He cooed, pulling you into his chest. You let out a huff, pouting as you allowed him to rub your back. It WAS embarrassing when people caught you and Tony getting hot and heavy. Obviously people knew that you were sexually active but still! You could at least keep it private!

You frowned when you felt Tony’s hand start to slide downwards until suddenly he was squeezing your ass. “Tony,” You warned.

“How ‘bout here in the hallway? How hot do you think that would be?”

“Tony, no!”

“Hmmm, too bad.”

SERIES:

I’m a Nobody (Part 1) Steve Rogers x Reader

Flustered (Skinny! Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes) Part 1

Flustered //And the Winner is// (Skinny!Steve Rogers x Reader) Part 2 (Final)

Hate That I Love You (Steve Rogers x Reader) Part 1

Hate That I Love You (Steve Rogers x Reader) Part 2

Hate That I Love You (Steve Rogers x Reader) Part 3

ONE SHOTS:

Storms (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Which type are you? (Steve Rogers x Reader) NSFW!

I Need You (Steve Rogers x Reader)

MERRY STEVEMAS

Rebound (Steve Rogers x Reader)

(TREES) (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Goodnight Kisses (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Sinner (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Baby Boy (Steve Rogers x Reader)

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