Summary: Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.
Word Count: 1,833
Warnings: Swearing, angst
By the time you arrived back in New York, you were pretty sure that you had cried out all the tears your body could possibly produce. Your eyes were dry and bloodshot, and you couldn’t stop the constant shivering that had started sometime during the flight back. You spent the entirety of the flight trying not to cry. You hugged your knees to your chest as best as you could in the cramped plane and stared out the window. Thankfully, you had plenty of music on your phone, so you simply plugged in your headphones and tuned out the rest of the world.
Once you landed and collected your baggage, you realized just how late it was. The sun had set during the flight, and it was now well past midnight. You could have easily called a taxi, but you weren’t sure that you could handle being stuck in the back of a taxi for the ride back home. You didn’t want to have to make awkward small talk. All you wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep.
Donated! I know totally off comic basis, but I feel something with Kamala taking up the Captain America mantle would be fitting for this donation if you're up for that.
“Going to space?” Kamala asked, brow furrowing. “What do you mean going to space?”
Steve, at the kitchen counter of the mansion, offered her a mug of tea. “I’m going to space. Spartax – Peter’s people – is very unstable right now, and the galactic council wants a diplomatic envoy from Earth.”
“It’s a trap,” Kamala said.
“It’s not a trap, M&M,” Steve said with a grin.
“I’m twenty-five, Steve, I no longer thrill and do anything you ask because you call me some nickname Tony made up for me a billion years ago.”
Steve’s grin widened. “Well, couldn’t hurt to try.”
Kamala rolled her eyes.
“Look, sometimes superheroing is punching people in the face and sometimes it’s going on a six-month leave to help a foreign country stabilize. Earth is…unique in the stars, Kamala. The other races are a little afraid of us, and they want to control us because they think we have power.”
“Earth is the Jedi,” Kamala said, and then muttered Nerd to herself.
“The rest of space certainly seems to think so,” Steve replied, reassuringly. “I can use that to our advantage. I can advocate for the planet, defend it, and help one of the most dangerous imperial forces in the galaxy move towards true democracy. I can’t turn that down.”
“Is Tony going?”
“No. Carol’s considering it, and a few others, but for now I’m the only one confirmed, which is why I wanted to talk to you.”
“I can’t go,” Kamala said. “I’m in the middle of my thesis.”
“That wasn’t what I was going to ask, though this may also interrupt your thesis briefly,” Steve said. He reached for the shield on his back, unhooked it, and set it on the counter. Kamala, like she always did, put out a hand almost unconsciously and tapped on it, as if reassuring herself it was still real.
“I want you to be Captain America while I’m gone,” he said. She looked up at him sharply. “Not pose as me, that’s not what I’m asking. My absence will be public. I want you to be Cap while I’m off planet.”
Her jaw dropped. “Not Sam? Not Eli or – or Alex or Miles – “
“No. I didn’t even ask them. You’re my first choice.“ He gave her a gentle grin. “Honestly, I wanted one of the younger folk to do it, one of the All News or the Youngs or one of the Jean Grey School kids. When I thought it over, you’re the most grounded, the most suited to it. You’re going to get a lot of flak for it and you’re the best at dealing with that, too.”
“So basically I’ve been working really hard and you give me more work,” she said to him, a smile spreading across her face.
“It’s the unfairness of life,” he agreed. “When you prove you’re good at something we keep making you do more of it. There’s a political aspect to it – you’re NuHuman and the Inhumans will support you – but that was a minor consideration.”
“Seriously, though, Steve? Me as Cap?”
“You’ll have to have your own uniform made, and I’ll need to train you on the shield, if you say yes.”
Kamala looked at the shield again. “Can I pick it up?”
“I don’t know, M&M,” Steve said, eyes bright. “Can you?”
She slid her fingers under the rim of the shield and found the straps, pulling it onto her arm. He watched as she drew it up, close to her body, tipped out so she could consider it.
Hiro got so popular I had to write another one. You can find the first part here. I hope you enjoy this addition to his tale.
You wake up and stretch. Your back and shoulders pop, making your grunt. You look out the window, seeing the orange glow of the sun over the building next door. You then hear a knock on your door. You frown as you slip on a robe and answer the front door. You wonder who has the energy and gall to climb the stairs and bang on your door this early in the morning.
“Hello,” you grumble and look you. You then feel instantly guilty for thinking so grumpily. Your eyes widen. “Hiro,” you murmur.
“Good morning,” he steps inside, carrying a bag and a tray with coffee. “I hope you don’t mind,” he growls as he sets things down on your table.
Say hello to my illuminati acne!!
People usually take photos of their fruit bowls on grass with a kanken in the background but hey look at me! Sitting on my bed bare faced eating a fat bowl of ice cream 💞
Also my hair looks like a mop & should’ve worn some make up & faced the light