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A New Beginning

Chapter Seven

Warnings: fighting, angst, more of Reader telling Stark off

(Prologue) (Chapter One) (Chapter Two) (Chapter Three) (Chapter Four) (Chapter Five) (Chapter Six) (Chapter Eight)

“Can I talk to you for a second, Steve?” You cleared your throat, hanging back with Steve as the team dispersed. 

“Yeah, what’s up?” He studied you, narrowing his eyes when you avoided eye contact.

“I’m scared.” You let out a shaky breath.

“You’re scared? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that before.” He rested his hands on your shoulders. 

“It’s not that…I…I’m just tired. The fight at the compound took a lot out of me and I’m scared I’m going to let you guys down.” You pulled your hair up into a high pony and sighed.

“You could never let us down, (Y/N).” He smiled and pulled you into a hug. “Are you ready?” He rubbed your back and you nodded.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You pulled away and continued nodding your head, desperate to convince yourself more than Steve.

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On the Steps of the Tower - Part 8 (Steve Rogers x Reader)


A/N: I literally googled “expensive rugs” or something like that and that’s what came up lol. That’ll make sense later. :p

Word Count: 1776  ┐(︶▽︶)┌

Warnings: Nervous/Anxious Reader, Injured Reader, They’re a family that likes to argue lol, Mentions of dog vomit, Language

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Seeing the dull swell of your ankle, Bruce visibly snapped into medical doctor-mode, motioning for the Captain to bring you further into the room. Steve was careful not to let your ankle get hit on anything on the way in. He set you down gently on top of the kitchen island as Dr. Banner pulled in front of you on a stool with a medkit they kept under the sink. You kept your eyes on your hands which were fidgeting with the edge of your thick gray woolen sweater.

They had to know.

How could they not know by now?

Not that you had willingly given them any hints or anything–

Were all the meetings with Cap just some weird way of giving you a false sense of security?

That would suck because you were really starting to like him and–

There was no other reason for them to bring you all the way to the Tower for this.

They’re like super smart geniuses and super spies, THEY HAVE TO KNOW BY NOW.

Oh god are they going to arrest you??

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“You going out early or can you have breakfast?”  I still smell like sex, but don’t get shower privileges until the end of the week, so throw on my last truly clean shirt in hopes of muting the stench.

“I can eat,” Simon smiles as he does up his belt.  “Did, uh…you wanna talk ‘bout this?”


“…You’re fuckin’ kiddin’, right?”

I keep my puzzled look until Simon’s brow furrows, then start laughing. “I’m fine, Simon.  I don’t regret anything, though I’d rather keep it private for…obvious reasons.”  Like it being a private thing.

“Yeah, course.”

Then it occurs to me.  “Did you want to talk about it?”

“Well…”  He pulls his shirts on, stands on shifting legs.  “We, uh…weren’t, ya know…careful.”



“I’m covered on pregnancies for, like, the next three or four years.”   I‘m not a hundred percent on the time-frame, but it’s close enough. “You didn’t think I hadn’t thought ahead on this, did you?” I smirk at him.

“Ya plan this all along?” he cracks.

“Yup, almost got myself murdered so you’d rescue me, worked to become your best friend, and orchestrated a few dozen deaths all just to fuck you senseless.”

Simon’s laugh grows as he shakes his head.  “Jesus Fuckin’ Christ, you are too much, ya know that?”

“I’m just cautious, Simon.”

As if just to prove me wrong, Shirley grins her way into the room, then stops short as she takes in the scene.  Her lips spread wide.  “Holy shit.”

My eyes go from her to an awkwardly shifting, grinning, Simon and back.  “I thought you were with Garrett?”  It’s a feeble attempt at changing the subject, but it’s all I’ve got as I continue dressing.

“Are you guys fucking?”

“Does it matter?”

“Not to me,” Shirley laughs.  “I’m getting married!”



“To who?”  It wasn’t meant to sound incredulous, but the tone comes out nevertheless.

Simon cringes as Shirley crosses her arms with a scowl.  “Negan.”

“Seriously?  …Wow…” I can’t find any other words.  Negan never showed the slightest interest in Shirley from what I could tell and now she was a wife.  It didn’t make any sense.  She wasn’t even beyond on points or anything.  What the hell was going on?

“You don’t seem happy,” she accuses.

“No, I just…” I shrug.  “Didn’t see it coming.  I didn’t even know you guys…liked each other.”

Shirley snorts.  “He’s the leader, hot as hell, and, I’ve heard, amazing in bed.  What’s not to like?”

Simon gives me a wary look so I nod…but still can’t let go of the feeling that something more is going on.  “And he…likes you back?”

“Why else would he ask me to marry him?” I shrug and she officially grows angry.  “Are you fuckin’ jealous or something?”

“No, I just…Do you really think Negan proposing to you right now is a coincidence?”  I can’t be the only one to see it’s probably not, am I?  I look to Simon, who lowers his head in a shake.

“You just fucked Simon!” she snaps, pointing to the man who, wisely, keeps his head down.  “What the fuck do you care if I marry Negan?!”

“I just…” I sigh, pull my hair up.  “I don’t want you being used, Shirley.”

“Fuck you, Lorien!  Negan shows you a little attention and now you think, what?  You’re some hot piece of ass Negan will do anything to get?!”  She snorts, then glares.  “Maybe Negan wants a woman with actual curves and not one with the body of a twelve-year-old boy.”  She turns on Simon, gives a nasty smirk.  “I don’t know how you got it up for her, but congrats.”

The viciousness of the attack stuns me.  Shirley was always a little catty, but not like that and never towards me.  I stand, unsure how to respond, as she turns heel and struts out.

“Well…that really couldn’t have gone worse,” Simon states, facilitating between a smile and a cringe.

“Fuck,” I sigh.  “It’s just…how can she not see she’s getting played?”

“Are you sure she is?”

“Not a hundred percent,” I admit.  “But…”

“You decided to tell her she was anyway.”

I roll my eyes.  “Me and my big mouth.”

“It’s why I love ya.”

“Oh, you love me now?” I tease a bit.

“Fuck you, you know what I mean,” he smirks with a slight shift.

I’m ready to laugh the whole shit storm off when it occurs to me Shirley no longer has any incentive to keep my and Simon’s night together a secret.  Instead, thanks to me, she likely has a huge desire to spread the word like the town crier.  “Fuck!”


“I gotta stop her…”  Panicked, I stuff my feet into my shoes and dash out.

“What?  Wait!”  Simon rushes after me.

I hear Simon following, but don’t stop or slow down in the slightest.  It isn’t just that I don’t want to deal with the rumors, smirks, and snarky comments of the everyone else, I don’t want Negan to know.  I shouldn’t care, whatever Negan’s motives and feelings are shouldn’t matter, but they do.  They resonate throughout The Sanctuary, they trickle down to the day-to-day, and they’ve already started to change my world.  My world will change more if he finds out, so will Simon’s, and god only knows how…

I skid in my turn on the second corner and am suddenly enveloped in leather.  I shove myself back, but leather clings to my arm, holds me there.  “Don’t you know better than to run in the halls, Little Miss Schoolmarm.”  He grins in merciless delight as Lucille reaches around to lightly tap the back of my leg.

“Sir,” I pant, almost glad for his hold as nerves and another tap nearly knocks my legs out from under me.

“Oh-ho, and look at this shit right fuckin’ here…Simon!” Negan’s laugh echoes down the halls.  “How ‘bout we get her on ‘er knees?” He suggests, eyes glinting down at me.  “Or have ya already done that today?”  He winks, laughs again.

…He knows… 

First, yes, Negan’s being a huge dick…but given he sometimes has the emotional maturity of a toddler and often makes a show of lording his power over others this shouldn’t be a surprise, haha!  That said, he wasn’t lying in wait for them or anything, it was just a really unfortunate coincidence, haha!  Also “Lorien” isn’t scared, just freaked out that all her hopes of keeping things private have totally blown up on almost every level and she can’t seem to ever catch a break, haha!  (PS; Isn’t that gif of “Simon” fucking adorable?!)  …I’m 99% on what happens next so stay tuned!

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(Top gif found on Google. Bottom gif from @stevenogg-strangelove-blog)

Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 , Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9,  Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 Part 15 …Or go to the Masterlist, lol!