"Being Wrong"

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It pays to be Kind and Give a Helping Hand to Others…

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Finally!! Part 2 of the stalking game is here! Im a very slow writer and my editor has a busy life so thank you for waiting for my dingy little story!

Warnings: mentions of previous stalking, and a little bit of smut!

Sticky.

That’s the first thing Steve feels when his eyes slide open. He almost wishes this was new.

He can't stop thinking about that night, waking up with spunk in his night shorts and his heart beating a mile a minute. Some dame liked him, liked him enough to stick him up and demand his cock...but then she goes and demands he forget everything!

He could never forget how hot and wet her mouth was. Not in a million years. Could never forget the sounds she made as she sucked on him, moaning like he was spilling a malt shake from his tip.

He wanted to tell her sorry for grabbing her hair like that. Wanted to apologize for goin’ so hard in her mouth. She'd sounded a little hoarse when she spoke after, before she started runnin’ away.

He'd followed after, or tried to after he got his pants from 'round his knees, but she was long gone--only an echo of footsteps. Times like that made him ache with envy; he knew his weak body wasn’t up to a chase.

Steve was drivin’ Bucky crazy lately. After weeks of getting caught spacin’ out, Steve finally confessed, turning red as a fire engine. Bucky clapped him so hard on his back he had a coughing fit.

Bucky sat down, pulling a bottle of whisky out of his coat and grinning. "A little odd yeah, but a fella oughta celebrate gettin his first blowie--and in public at that! Steve, you dog!"

“Celebrating,” as Bucky deemed it, was getting Steve piss drunk and laughing at him. That was the plan until Steve kept rantin’ and ravin’ about this mystery gal who drained his heart and his balls.

The more Bucky listened to his punk friend, the more a few flickers of memory began to take hold: images of white fabric stretched over brown skin. He was too drunk to do more than laugh at his punk friend that night, but as the morning sun glared through the kitchen window the next day, the memory came back to him clearly. Bucky turned to Steve, who was already three sheets to the wind. "Hey, Stevie, this girl a yours... She a spade?"

"I dont know, Buck! It was dark! " he slurred with a strong grip on his cheap hooch. "What i wouldn't give to do it again. I shoulda grabbed her...Shoulda turned her over my knee and gave her the spanking her daddy never could.... She has the nicest ass, Buck! It bounced when she.... When she ran away..." He began to ramble then, taking another deep swig of his only comfort.

Rolling his eyes, Bucky thought back awhile ago. He remembered seeing some colored gal in their neighborhood, which was odd enough, but seeing her almost stare a hole in the back of Steve's head was even odder. He had seen her a few more times here and there, which at first put him at ease. Maybe she had a job there? But he soon realized she always had an eye on Steve and if she ever caught eyes with Bucky, she would scurry away. He couldnt remember her face exactly, but it was a bit of a stretch, a fella having two stalkers.

Bucky wrestled the bottle of hooch from the smaller man and was met with a slurred protest, but it had to be done. He'd had nearly half the bottle drowning his sorrows, and for a man of his size that was more than enough.

"Listen to me, ya little drunkard! I may have seen this girl 'a yours before."

Steve didn't remember much about that night, but he when he heard Bucky's rushed words about the colored gal he'd seen watching him, he was positive: it had to be her!

Brooklyn was big enough on its own, but extending his search to Harlem now made the task of finding her even more impossible. Laying back down on his bed with a huff, he pulled his treasure out from under his almost flat pillow, one of the scarves she'd tied his arms together with. Bringing it to his nose, he could still catch a faint whiff of vanilla and another mysterious scent.

He wasn't giving up! One day he'd find her! What he would do then, he had no clue, but it didnt sit right with him letting this go. She'd made him a man, given him the gift of her mouth and hands, and stolen his heart all in one night. He'd find her...and return the favor.

Even when the news about the war hit and the great drafting began, he never forgot. Even when Dr. Erskine changed his life and made him into a man any woman would fawn over, Steve never forgot.

Determined not to let her slip away, Steve tightened his grip on the girl's wrist. Finally he had her! He felt a savage sense of pride, and he was grinning like a maniac while dragging her along to his private tent. Being Captain America had its perks. Glancing back, he could see her face through her loosened hair. She looked half frightened and half disbelieving. He could only grin harder and pick up the pace. His tent was placed near the edge of their encampment closest to the trees, and when they reached the front flap, he all but tore it open to toss her onto his plush little cot. She bounced a bit and tried to right herself, but he was on her before she could even turn over.

Grabbing her wrists in just one of his huge hands, he reached beaneath his pillowed and pulled out a scrap of fabric. He secured her wrists to the wooden bedposts and took a moment to look her over. Her eyes were wide and her nostrils flared, but it didn't detract much from her looks. His dame was a looker.

As her chest heaved against her nurses uniform, he couldn't help but remember how they had felt pressed against him their first night together. Same with her riot of bunched up curls. Twining his fingers into her hair, he ignored her sqwauking and grabbed a fistful. Leaning down to sniff at her ended any remaining doubts. Her hair carried the same scent as the scarves she'd left that night. He had draped the bits of fabric over his face as he rubbed one out so many nights; he would know that smell anywhere.

"I know you remember me, honey, just the same way I couldn't forget you," he rasped into her ear. "You dont know what you did to me that night. You changed me, honey. And then you ran away. Wasn't very nice of you. Today you can't run away though. It's my turn, doll."

Her eyes widened. " I.... I don't know what your talkin' about, Captain, Sir, I swear! I-"

"My buddy saw you, doll. Watching me. Followin' me. Scamperin' around like a scared alley cat. No need to lie to me, sugar pie."

She stopped jabberin' and her eyes got even bigger. He couldn't help the smirk that curled his lips. She looked ready to bolt, and he had no doubt she'd've tried if he hadn't tied her down first thing. Her lips trembled and her eyes started to water.

For a minute he wondered how she must feel. She'd gone goofy over him when he was no taller than her and couldn't so much as hold a bucket of water.

Now he was massive compared to her--a real big six. But he'd put his little bunny's fears to rest. He was the same ol' Steve, just bigger and more capable. He'd show her just how capable, too.

Stroking her face gently to calm her, he used a thumb to wipe away a tear. "You treated me real good that night, sugar. I'm not gonna hurt you for givin' me a gift like that. I just want a chance to return the favor is all."

Sitting up on his knees, he loomed over her and could almost hear her heart skip a beat. She looked so small like this, not the vixen of his dreams, but more like an angelic gift from above. His ma had raised him to appreciate all the gifts of the good lord, and she wouldn't be any different.

Holding her thighs open, he gazed at her secret place. Her little honey pot was over flowing and leaving spots of wetness on his sheets. He glanced up at her and smirked a bit; it was finally his turn to return the favor. Bucky had told him one time about a thing he did for special dames. How it drove 'em wild and made them shiver outta their drawers the next time he'd see 'em.

Well, his girl was special, and the aroma coming off her sweet southern lips was mouthwatering already. Giving her one last glance, he dipped his head and gave his first lick. The screech she let out could have scared Earth off its axis. "Quiet down, doll! Won't look too good if anyone comes snoopin', and I'll be damed if I don't get my turn."

He was done talkin'. Using one of his thumbs to part her lips, he licked and sucked to his heart's content. Touching her little button made her buck into his face, and sticking his tongue inside her made her thighs fall open.

He was in heaven. His groans got louder as he slid his hands under her and cupped her soft cheeks, bringing her even closer to his mouth. He drank from her like a thirsty pup.

A sharp pain from his head made him look up. She'd managed to squirm a wrist free and was attempting to hold his head in place. "Inside. Put your fingers inside me. Please...Stevie!" Hearing her shudder out his name like that lit a fire in him.

"I'll do you one better, doll," he rasped out. Setting her back down, he quickly spun her around so she layed on her stomach and her gorgeous ass faced up. Palming her cheeks again, he couldn't help but give her a little slap and watch her flesh move.

He dropped a hand to his fly, undid it, and shimmied his pants down. He remembered another little gift of hers and chuckled, "Last time you told me I shoulda warned you about my cock, well, doll, this is your warning. ALL of me went through a change."

She shivered and looked back over her shoulder. He was already impressive before his sudden growth spurt., but now she couldn't help the flash of fear that ran through her as she looked at his intimidating length.

She remembered licking at her fingers for another taste of him after she'd run away. Waking up from her throes of rapture, she had dreamed of getting him inside her. She steeled herself, and as she sent up a quick prayer for gentleness, she arched her back. She looked back and met his eyes.

"Go ahead and ruin me, Captain Rogers. I've been your girl far longer than you know. Don't keep me waiting anymore, please."

A sharp slap on her ass made her yelp again before steve's large hand came to cover her mouth. Sending a sharp slap to both of her cheeks again he let out a shuddering sigh as he groped her squeezed her ass.

Raining a few more slaps down he shook himself a bit, she that was just as soft as he had imagined. Pulling his hand from her mouth he gripped her hips and teased his tip against her soft wet little cunt.

"Doll baby you don't know what you just did do ya? Your working me up so much, showin' me this gorgeous ass and offering yourself up like that? I'd be a sinner and an idiot not to take what my girls givin' to me"

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It Happened

Chapter 2: Before the Storm

Word Count: 4638

The walk to your room was worse than any walk of shame you could have ever imagined, your legs felt like lead with your stomach in knots. You had to hold on to the wall to steady yourself on the way there. When you finally made it to your destination, you closed the door and collapsed to the floor curling into a ball and crying. You hated yourself for cheating, disgracing your vows, and most of all for betraying Steve. You felt the bile rise into your throat and made a dash to the bathroom, not sure if it was pregnancy hormones or your guilt taking over but you were hugging the porcelain hard.

After 10 minutes of vomiting everything your stomach had to give, you stepped into the shower replaying everything that had happened. The thoughts eating away at your resolve brought on a new wave of tears, that then made you turn the water temperature up until it was stinging as it hit your body, vigorously you scrubbed your skin with the soap and washcloth as if that would wash away your sin. After the tears had subsided, you toweled off, brushed your teeth and crawled into bed. Steve’s scent hit your nose as you lay down on a pillow, God was it torture, bringing on another round of tears making you cry yourself to sleep. You spent the rest of that day and night periodically crying and sleeping off the headaches that followed your bouts of tears.

In between the space of being awake and asleep, you felt warm and secure in bed, snuggling backward into the arms you were enveloped in, a familiar voice whispered into your ear.

“Good morning wife”, Steve spoke, you could feel him smiling into your skin.

You turned around and sat up, you looked Steve over and touched his face, your fingertips trembling as they lightly ghosted over his lips. “It’s you Daddy.” You smiled at him teary-eyed, pouncing to grab him in a tight hug. Steve chuckled and kissed the top of your head, “Yea it’s me baby, who else would it be?” Your eyes shot up to his and your smile faltered, of course, because of your husband’s acute senses he didn’t miss a beat. “Sweets, what’s wrong?” his eyes showing you the beginning glimpses of worry. “Nothing my love, I’m just so glad your back, and I missed you.” He gazes into your eyes and cup’s your cheek, “I missed you too baby.”

You lean into to kiss him and he meets you halfway, he quickly takes over the kiss. Your tongues tangle with each other, then Steve lays you down placing passionate kisses up and down your body. You want him so badly, to taste his skin and his essence, to feel him inside, for you souls to connect on that deeper level again as if that can erase your misdeed. You know you must come clean, the longer you wait the worse it will be, but you can’t bear to tell him now. You don’t want to ruin his homecoming and the moment. Your heart settles with your mind that you will tell him soon, and then you give yourself fully to the moment. When Steve makes it back up your body, you turn him over so he lands on his back against the mattress. You kiss him deeply, and move down to his neck, placing sloppy open mouth kisses along the way. You never did bother with leaving passion marks on Steve, his super-soldier healing factor made such minor bruises disappear within minutes. He sat up and squeezed your supple breasts together with his hands, suckling each nipple and making you quiver.

You bring his chin up and kiss him again, as you lean your body into him to get him to lay back in bed. You move down his body quickly and take his cock into your hand before he can try to sit up again. You place innocent teasing kisses on to the tip and shaft. Looking up at him briefly through your lashes, you see the big beautiful grin you fell in love with smack dab on his face. Yes, you love to see that grin, but that isn’t what you're striving for here. You give him a naughty smile, and turn your attention back to his cock. Stroking it slowly as you lick the tip like a scoop of ice cream on a cone. His hips jerk upward at the feel of your warm tongue against him, and you know you’re headed in the right direction. You took him into your mouth, sucking on him as your hand went up and down his shaft. His hands tried to make their way into your hair as he pushed up into your mouth. You took the hint and went further down on his cock making your nose touch the skin at the base of his cock. Steve groaned loudly, sitting up to pull you from his cock. He rolled to his side, got up on his knees and pulled you flush against his bodied. You could feel his stiffness touching your hip, Steve whispered into your ear, “Get on your hands and knees kitten.” You giggled and kissed him before quickly moving down to the edge of the bed, arching your back with your booty propped up in the air like a bitch in heat. God did you love it when Steve took you from behind, you could feel all of him in this position and he loved the way your ass looked bouncing back after every hit from his pelvis.

Steve came up behind you, rubbing his hands up your thighs to your ass and gave both cheeks firm squeezes, he lined his cock up with your entrance and pushed in slowly. You tremble as you feel him enter you, he grips your shoulders and whispers into your ear, “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Steve always the caring and concerned lover, always made sure you were alright every step of the way. You nod your head in response. He pulls out slightly and slams back into your cunt. A high pitched mewl escapes your mouth, matching Steve’s groan at the impact. Steve picks up the pace quickly, pounding into your wet cunt. You feel his grip tighten on your waist and shoulder, as he works out the tension he’s held from the mission on your body.

As husband and wife, having sex was always like this after each mission and you didn’t mind when Steve took you this way. It saved Tony from having to buy as many punching bag replacements and you got to see Steve’s true carnal side. No one got to see this side of him, with Steve having to carry the weight of prestige that followed being America’s Golden boy. You felt it your duty as his wife to indulge him when this side came out, it was full of raw, unbridled passion. The position, the emotions released, all of it mattered, it was your way of submitting to your husband and letting him know that you were there to help carry his burdens. You felt your orgasm coming quickly, drawing you out of your thoughts. The wave hit you making you scream his name over and over until you were gasping for air. Steve followed right behind, feeling your cunt gripping his cock, he pushed in further holding you steady as he unloaded into you. You collapsed with him catching himself on his hands above you and rolling over to his side facing you. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply, then pulled back and searched your eyes to make sure you were alright. You smiled and nodded back at him, reassuring him everything was alright.

Steve fell asleep quickly, but you sat awake laying on his chest. Your short mental reprieve gone and the reality of your situation flooding your mind. You knew you would have to tell Steve about your infidelity, but you were scared. As you should be, you knew how Steve operated on the right side of things at all times. Cheating was wrong in a relationship, he’d told you that many times when comforting you after you and Bucky’s break up. Now that you and Steve were married, you knew it was going to hit ten times worse, and with it being his best friend (twenty times worse), who was also your ex (thirty times worse).

"I am so screwed", you thought to yourself.

You’re not sure when you fell asleep, but you wake up the next morning to Steve’s sweet kisses and wet hair nuzzling into your neck.

“Good morning kitten.” Steve said as he gazed into your still sleep-filled eyes. You smiled and rubbed his hair, “Good morning Daddy.” Steve kissed you and pulled the covers back, causing you to sit up slightly and give him a curious look.

“Come on kitten we have to get up, the whole team is having breakfast together this morning to kind of unwind from the mission and we have 10 minutes to get ready.”

You got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower and hopping in. Steve came in a minute later and began combing his hair in the mirror.

“Kitten did you go to the infirmary while we were gone, you look like you’re feeling a lot better than you did when we left,” Steve said.

You suddenly remembered that you had forgotten to tell Steve about the pregnancy. You decided that now wasn’t a good time, you still needed to tell Steve about you cheating on him. So, you held back the good news for now, because depending on your husband's reaction to the bad news, you weren’t entirely sure the pregnancy would be considered good news.

"Because there’s nothing worse than finding out your ex is pregnant with your child", you thought.

"Yea they said it was a stomach bug…just a little 24-hour thing.” You said nervously over the glass door, thankful that it was frosted glass, so Steve couldn’t see the frown on your face.

“Well I’m glad you’re feeling better, I didn’t even think to ask you last night before I took you,” Steve said shaking his head at his lack of oversight.

You stuck your head out of the glass door, “Steve please don’t send yourself on an undeserved guilt trip. If I wasn’t feeling well, I would have told you.” You smiled at Steve hoping to erase whatever guilt he was trying to build up.

Steve looked up at you and smiled, “Somehow I doubt you would have.”

You smiled mischievously at Steve, “Well, I can understand your doubt because Lord knows I do love it when you take me.” You winked and bit your lower lip, causing Steve’s eyes to narrow in lust. Just as you were about to step out of the shower towards Steve, he crossed the space quickly and shut the shower door.

“Hey!” you squeaked out looking at Steve in shock.

Steve smiled and shook his finger at you, “Oh no kitten, we are not about to be late to breakfast.”

You rolled your eyes and turned your back to Steve, “Fine, spoilsport. I’ll be out in 5.”

“Good girl.” Steve said, “I’ll be waiting in the living room.”

You finished washing up, then went to brush your teeth and wash your face. Looking at yourself in the mirror, your eyes darted away from your face. Unable to look at the adulterer staring back at you. You went into your bedroom and got dressed, then walked into the living room to meet Steve. You two rode the elevator down to the communal floor and walked into the open floor style kitchen hand in hand.

When the doors opened at your destination, you looked around and saw the whole team there, your eyes darted from each face giving them a smile until you laid eyes on Bucky. You saw him stare back at you, you looked away and he turned his attention back to Nat who had her legs draped across his lap.

“Ok, since the love birds are here, we can finally get started,” Tony said grinning at you and Steve.

“Sorry we're late, it was my fault everybody.” You said looking at Steve with a grin, he looked at you with a smirk of his own.

“Oh, don’t try and cover for Steve, Y/N, it def looks like it was a collaborative effort,” Sam said, glancing back and forth between the two of you with a grin.

You turned your face into Steve’s shoulder and giggled, then heard an annoyed grunt come from across the table. You looked over and noticed Bucky staring at you again, you glared back at him, your eyes darting towards Natasha and then to the table. Natasha picked up on the tenseness in your body.

“Y/N, are you alright?”, she said.

You weren’t sure where she was coming from with that comment. You no longer hated Natasha for her part in Bucky breaking your heart, but you two weren’t exactly friends either. She called your name again snapping you out of your thoughts, “Y/N?”

You looked up again at Natasha, “Oh…um, yeah I’m fine, just a little out of it today. Kind of feel like I’m all over the place.” You gave her a fake smile that she read a mile away.

“Well, that can happen to you when you let your husband sex the soul right out of you.” Sam cackled, him and Tony were having too much fun at your and Steve’s expense.

You looked at Steve as he was just about to tell them to stop when everyone heard Bucky yell at the table. “Enough!” Everyone looked at him in shock, “Can we get through one meal without all the sexual innuendos?” You didn’t dare look at Bucky but could see Steve’s face full of appreciation at what he thought was Bucky coming to his rescue yet again.

“Damn, alright Barnes, sheesh!” Sam said rolling his eyes at Bucky’s outburst.

“Oh, ho ho, what’s the matter Barnes, Nat not letting you bury your bone?” Tony replied. Sam and Clint burst out in laughter, Sam because of the challenge and Clint because he knew Nat was going to make Stark pay for his comment later.

“Usually your all for making Steve squirm when it comes to things of a sexual nature.” Sam quipped.

“Why the sudden change in heart?” Tony edged on. Everyone was now looking at Bucky, expecting more out lash.

Bucky smirked and pulled Natasha up into a deep, passionate, tongue filled kiss. You heard the wolf whistles going on around you, save for Steve, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you felt the tiniest feeling of jealousy. Your hand gripped Steve’s tighter, as you watched Bucky and Natasha make out. They finally broke apart their kiss, Bucky turning to Tony with the smirk back on his face.

“That answer your question, Stark,” Bucky replied sitting back down and wrapping his arm around Natasha’s waist.

“No, it didn’t, but thank you for the show,” Tony replied with a grin.

Everyone dissolved into their own conversations, you made up your mind to keep your attention focused on your husband, and to ignore Bucky, which didn’t go over easily. You could feel him staring at your every so often. It was unnerving, like he was toying with you to see how you would react. It was then that you felt you needed to remind him that you had a husband that you loved dearly.

"If you had done that earlier when he made a pass at you, you wouldn’t be in this position now, stupid slut." your mind lashing out at you again.

You willed your conscience to shut up, turning your body slightly towards Steve, and leaned over and whispered into his ear, all the filthy things you wanted him to do to you when you got back to your room, then you started to tease his ear with your tongue. You could see the blush rising on his skin, you then let your hand slide down to his shirt covered chest moving towards his crotch when you heard the sound of metal being crushed. You and Steve looked up to see Bucky’s metal arm gripping a part of the table causing a major indentation.

“Buck, are you okay?” Steve asked him, his voice full of concern.

Bucky blinked and looked down at the table, looking back up at Steve and replying, “Yeah I’m alright, just need to talk to you later about something.” His eyes darted towards you, seeing your eyes grow big like a deer caught in headlights.

This was it, he was going to tell Steve and ruin everything, Steve would divorce you, Natasha would be upset with Bucky. She wouldn’t leave him though, because he was the “love of her life”. Then you would be all alone, everyone would hate you for betraying Steve.

No fuck that, if I’m going out, I’m going out with a least some shred of decency.” Your mind had decided.

You whispered into Steve’s ear, “When you’re done, can we go back to our room, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” Steve looked at you with slight worry, you smiled at him hoping to quell his worries until you could drop the horrible news that would destroy the life you two were trying to build.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything kitten?” Steve asked, noticing you hadn’t put anything on your plate.

“I’m not really hungry at the moment.” You replied staring at your plate in front of you. Steve put down his utensils and grabbed your hand in his, which made you look up.

“Come on, if it’s bothering you enough not to eat, then it can’t wait!” You silently cursed your love of food, it tipped Steve off when you refused to eat.

You glanced back one last time at the table as you and Steve walked back to the room, you caught Bucky staring intently at your retreating form, knowing that he saw the single tear falling down your cheek.

As Steve shut the door, you fidgeted by the door, staring down at your feet. Steve looked at you worriedly, he’d never seen you in such a mess.

“Kitten, we’re alone now. Tell me what’s wrong?”

You sniffled, finding it difficult to let the words escape from your lips.

“Y/N, talk to me, sweets.” He shook his head, “I can’t help the situation if you don’t let me know what it is?” Steve walked over to you and pulled you closer towards the couch he’d been sitting on.

Well it’s now or never, you made your bed (Y/L/N), now it’s time to lay in it…

You looked up at Steve, memorizing his face as if it would be the last time you would ever see it again. You huffed out a breath, “Steve…I..I..slept with Bucky while you and the team were away on the mission.” You kept your gaze down at your shoes afraid to look at your husband.

“(Y/N), what did you just say?” Steve looked at you, his hand deathly still as they held your own.

You struggled to repeat what you just revealed to him. You looked up at him this time, “I had sex with Bucky while you were gone Steve, I’m so sorry, I made a mistake.” Before you could tighten your grip on his hands he stood up and walked to the end of the couch. You looked silently at him, catching his gaze at you just as he threw the end table and lamp at the nearest wall, them smashing completely into pieces. You jumped out of your seat shocked at his behavior, Steve never acted this way when he got bad news, but you willed yourself to remember the severity of the situation. This wasn’t just regular bad news, this was life-altering news.

“(Y/N) why?” The calmness in his voice, giving you a creepy feeling.

You didn’t have a reason why, you know you’re in love with Steve, but there was a part of you that still loved Bucky. You just weren’t sure why that part made you sleep with him. You remained quiet while trembling in shock, you’d never seen Steve like this, his chest heaving, anger and hurt rolling off him. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard banging at the door.

“Steve?” Sam called out.

“Y/N?” Bucky called out.

“Are you guys alright in there?” you heard Tony’s muffled voice from behind the door, one of them twisting at the doorknob.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., block access into our room,” Steve said to the A.I. system, he stepped closer to you, as fear locked you where you stood.

“Y/N, I’m only going to ask you one more time…why?”

“Steve, I made a mistake…”

“I didn’t ask for your sorry ass apology, Y/N, I asked you…” Steve faltered back and shook his head, “Never mind, forget I asked.” He made his way towards the door, and you ran in front of it to stop him, placing your hand on his chest.

“Steve please wait, we need to talk about this, baby please don’t leave.”

Steve pushed your hands away from his body, “Don’t touch me.” He stepped forward again expecting you to step aside. "Y/N move." He stood there waiting for you to move, turning in a circle and trying to calm himself down, he raised his balled fists to his eyes, as if he was in pain.

“Y/N, MOVE!” Steve yelled. You shook your head no, knowing if you moved you wouldn’t know if or when you would see Steve again.

“Steve, please…” you begged as Steve shoved you aside, he swung the door open, not bothering to look at the startled faces near the doorway as he made his way to the elevator.

You stayed on the floor crying into your hands, shocked but not surprised at his reaction. You heard footsteps approach you, a set right near you and two sets away, probably surveying the room. Someone crouched down beside you and whispered in your ear, “Doll did he hurt you?”

You pulled back and started to laugh wildly. “Did he hurt me? You have the fucking nerve to ask me did he hurt me?” You shook your head and looked up at the ceiling, “God, I wish he had because I fucking deserve it.”

Tony and Sam looked at you in incredulity, not sure what to make of what you just said and the slight destruction of the room. By now Wanda, Pietro, Natasha and Vision had made it into the room.

“No one is allowed to hurt you, Y/N, no matter the reason,” Bucky said through gritted teeth. You scoffed and shook his arm from around your shoulders.

“Yea, you say that but it’s always you that ends up hurting me.” You stood up from beside Bucky, you had, had enough. Turning to glance at Natasha and then back down at Bucky, you decided if your ship was going down, so would there’s.

“You cheated on me with Natasha, left me for her, married her. You moved on with your life, and I didn’t interfere once. And when I finally find someone who loves me, the way I’m supposed to be loved, you have the audacity to come back and fuck it up for me again.” Your whole body was shaking, fists balled up at your sides, you felt like you were going to explode.

“Y/N I didn’t make you have sex with me.” Bucky glared at you, glancing out of his peripheral at Natasha.

You shoved your finger into his chest, not afraid of the outcome at this point. “Your right, you didn’t, but you damn sure knew what you were doing when you slow danced with me, kissed me, and made out with me while I remind you, walking me backwards towards my old bedroom. You initiated and I dumbly followed like a pig going to slaughter.”

You rubbed your hand down your face and looked back at Bucky.

“You should be glad though, you got exactly what you wanted...Steve leaving me, so now you don’t have to worry about me being with your best friend anymore.”

You looked around the room, at everyone, different looks of shock and disbelief across their faces, only one with anger.

Natasha

You walked over to her and looked into her eyes, you felt the need to be petty, rise up in you but you wanted to be the bigger woman and felt you had caused enough commotion for one day. You walked out and caught the elevator to your floor. Walking to your old room, and laid in bed for the rest of the day. Day turned into night as you shut yourself off from the rest of the team, no one came by the room, knowing there wasn’t anything that could be said to help rectify the situation. When you woke up from one of your dozing spells, you looked over to see that it was 3 am and looked over knowing Steve wasn’t there. You asked F.R.I.D.A.Y., if there had been any missions the team had been called out on, but none had been mentioned. You wondered where he was, was he just blowing off steam, or doing something worse. You then thought to ask the AI if Steve was in the building, again getting a reply of no.

Three more days passed as you started to get worried, you still hadn’t left your room. Not that the others hadn’t tried to get you to at least come out and get something to eat or drink. Even Bucky tried to get you to come out of your room, F.R.I.D.A.Y. stopping him from getting in as you instructed. You then heard when Natasha, slapped him upside the head and dragged him away from the door. You mentally said a “thank God” for the redhead, for the first time in a long while. You left dozens of messages and tried calling on day 5, but found Steve’s phone was off, sending you straight to voicemail.

After day 7 you sent a message to Tony, asking if he’d heard from Steve, hearing a no from him got you even more worried. “You don’t think he’s in trouble, do you? What if he’s hurt? Or Hydra has gotten a hold of him?” you asked Tony frantically over the phone.

Tony sighed into the phone, "Y/N I’m sure he’s fine, I can’t track him because he’s turned everything off, cell phone, comlink, trackers. He probably just needs a little time to collect himself. I’m sure he’ll be back as soon as he’s ready. Don’t worry yourself hon, ok? Now, will you please come out of your room and eat something? I’m pretty sure when he makes it back, he won’t want you to be skin and bones.”

You spoke with Tony a few more minutes, agreeing to come out of your room and eat something. When you came out of the elevator, you weren’t expecting everyone, minus Bucky and Natasha to be there. Tony had pulled one over on you, making you believe everyone was otherwise occupied. You tried to head back to the elevator but Wanda caught you before you could and steered you towards the table. You sat, too ashamed to look at anyone, you weren’t exactly in the mood to sit for the judge and jury.

Tony broke the ice saying that you were still their teammate and that you and Steve’s personal business would remain personal and wouldn’t be up for discussion. You gave him a small grateful smile and ate, you declined the invitation to watch movies and retreated to your room.

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➵ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | James Barnes, a widowed single dad, had forgotten what love felt like and let it crush him, taking his daughter, Rebecca, with him. He was cold, rude, and arrogant, being one of the few teachers at Westview High School the students seemed to absolutely despise. But when you show up, a hopeful math teacher who’d previously taught Rebecca’s kindergarten class, and are adored by your students and colleagues- James’s attitude starts to change.

➵ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | widowed!dad!teacher!Bucky Barnes x teacher!reader

➵ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | enemies to lovers trope, a dash of smut (18+), language, widowed Bucky, Bucky is called James throughout, a common theme of grief, loss, anxiety, anger, slight depression, disability (Bucky’s arm). A few familiar names. THIS IS AN AU AND HAS NO CONNECTION TO THE MCU/MOST THINGS THAT ARE CANON. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 AND FOLLOW ME, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

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Chapter I- Becca’s Biggest Secret

Chapter II- Butterflies

Chapter III- Unofficial

Chapter IV- Coffee Date

Chapter V- Starting Over

Chapter VI- Epilogue

My Angel: II

Summary: Bucky is tired of the youngest Avenger having all of Steve’s attention. 

Warnings: age gap (reader is of age), smut, dub/non con. dark!Bucky

Notes: Here’s part 2!! I hope you enjoy it! Please reblog, like, comment, and follow me for more :) 

You awoke to the sunlight peeking through. The sheets wrapped securely around your body. Stretching, you made your way to get dressed for another day of recon. 

Making your way to the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and fixed your hair before heading to the lobby to take advantage of the free breakfast and coffee. Just then you hear someone groan. 

“Wakey, wakey, sleepyheads. Gotta whole day of recon ahead of us.” You cheerfully said as you walked downstairs. 

You decided you weren’t going to let Bucky seeing your body ruin this mission. Every one has a body, it’s just you put yours out on fully display for the person who hates you the most. Running back to the room, both boys were up and ready to get going. 

“How was breakfast, did they have your favorite apple juice.” Bucky teased again. He honestly has no right to be talking to you like that considering a mere few hours ago he was jerking off to your ass and pussy. 

“Ha ha very funny Barnes, should’ve been a comedian instead of a soldier.” You jabbed back while heading to the car.

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Today was more serious, you were posted back on on your usual spot just waiting for any suspicious activity, but nothing. Until, you see a man giving the infamous Hydra gesture to a woman running a bakery.

That’s odd.

You figure you might as well call it in. At least Sam and Bucky can track someone down. 

Sam and Bucky were posted outside the bakery waiting for their guy to come out. They knew that one slip up would be enough to take the agents out. It was basically confirmed that this was Hydra territory.

“You wanna do the honors or should I?” Bucky asks Sam.

“Please, after me.” Sam get up and busts through the door.

Fucking show off. 

Bucky cocks his gun ready to fight.

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Summary:  You’re just a history teacher trying to do your job after America is shaken to its core by a change in regime. Unfortunately, one single act of defiance puts you on Hydra’s Supreme Leader, Steve Rogers’ radar. The man who turned America into a fascist, dystopian hell. The man you despise with every fiber of your being.

Pairing: Hydra Supreme! Steve Rogers x Black! teacher! Reader

Warnings: Dark fic, Non-con, Kidnapping, Abuse, Isolation, Forced relationship, Obsessive and evil Steve, Dystopia

Rating: Explicit, 18+

A/N: I posted this fic on ao3 first. I’m only making sure it’s also on my tumblr. Steve is very dark and villainous in this… if it’s not your cuppa, DNI.

My other works are listed here.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20