Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Not a ton yet - there will be more, I promise!)
Word Count: 1760
A/N: Alright y’all, my friend and I finally had time to go through and edit the story enough for me to put this piece up. Credits to her for putting up with my writing as well as my bemoaning of my inability to write this as quickly as I wanted (I’d tag her, but she doesn’t have a tumblr). Anyways, it’s my first series guys!! Hopefully you like it! If anyone wants to be tagged in the next parts or other fics as they come, just let me know - I swear I don’t bite. Reader is an Avenger who has wings - if you’ve read Maximum Ride, that’s where I got it from (and I claim no credit for the idea). Gif is not mine.
Every. Single. Time. Why?! He just couldn’t seem to stop. Yet again, he had denied me going on a mission. He had said that I wasn’t ready to be out in the field like he didn’t even realize that I had already gone out a few times with Nat and Clint! I tried to explain this as calmly as possible, but he hadn’t heard a word of it. Naturally, I stormed down to the training room to take out my anger where it was more acceptable, rather than on a fellow Avenger. In the others’ defense, they had tried to talk Steve down, but he was completely in charge of the mission and who went on it.
“Fricken fracken, mother truckin’, son of a biscuit eater, chivalrous little overprotective man-baby!” Each word was punctuated with either a jab or kick to the punching bag in front of me. With the final words, I threw myself into a spinning kick that sent the already splitting bag flying across the room, sand trailing in its wake. After half an hour, my frustration had finally come to a head.
“What’d the bag ever do to you?” I tore my eyes away from the carnage with a huff and saw Nat in the doorway
“It’s not the bag I’m mad at,” I muttered, but I knew she heard me. She gave a miniscule nod of acknowledgement, both of my statement and my obvious desire to change topics.
“That’s quite the insult I heard. Where’d you come up with it, Feathers?” The ex-assassin moved to stand in front of me, putting my back to the door.
“Honestly? I dunno. The best ones are those that just come out in the moment, y’know?” Shrugging, I sheepishly turned back to the wreckage. “I’m gonna have to clean that up, aren’t I?”
“Nah. Not right this minute, at least.” She closed her mouth abruptly after the sentence, staring at something over my shoulder. I turned, freezing in my tracks when I saw who stood in the doorway. “I’m just going to give the two of you a minute.”
Thanks for that, I thought, glaring a little at her retreating form. Switching my focus to the hulking captain (pun intended), I allowed my face to settle into stiff lines. We stood there for a long moment, sizing each other up as though any second we were going to lunge at each other. Quirking my eyebrow up and crossing my arms, I resolved not to be the first of us to speak. As it turned out, I didn’t have long to wait before he uncomfortably broke the silence.
“This is for your own good,” he finally said. I threw my hands up indignantly before turning and looking for something to hit, though I desperately wanted to sock him in the jaw right then. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t help me get out in the field. “No, don’t you start giving me that look.” His blue eyes hardened, and I could tell he had no intention of being swayed on this when his forehead creased. “You may not realize that you aren’t ready, but I’m just keeping you from being killed out there. There aren’t any practice fights, no one out there is going to go easy on you.”
“You seem to have somehow gotten it into your head that I don’t realize that!” I burst out, utterly exasperated with him. “Steve, I’ve already gone on missions with Clint and Natasha, and I’ve even gone out with just Thor! I’m not the damsel in distress that you seem to think I am!”
“You’re not going and that’s final.” “Fricken fracken, mother truckin’, son of a biscuit eating… Little patriotic old fart with a hero complex!”
“Lang–” He stopped in his tracks, confusion marring his features. “Wait, what? Did you actually say what I think you said?”
“Ooh, stepping into dangerous territory there, Captain. Thinking on your own? Don’t you need supervision for that?” I shoved past him, holding myself stiffly upright until I reached the elevator that took me to the floor with my room on it.
Finally in the safety of solitude, I made sure the door was locked before sliding down the wall until I was sitting, knees pulled up to my chest. I was upset enough that I unfurled my wings and wrapped them around myself, providing an extra shield between me and the outside world as a choked sob rose in my throat. Funny, how the feathers that used to be (and still sometimes were) a reminder of a nightmarish warehouse - full of needles, electric shocks, white lab coats, and pain above all else - while they were now the very things protecting me from more pain.
I stayed there for a long time, wallowing in the feelings of self-doubt that had sprung up once I was left alone in my thoughts. You see, despite being a kickbutt, flying, ninja-assassin-Avenger, I actually cared a lot what Steve thought of me. Having a crush on the star-spangled captain will do that to a person. As an unfortunate side effect, his apparent lack of confidence in my abilities in the field was doing wonders for knocking my self-esteem into the dust. To top it all off, I was almost positive that he only saw me as a younger sister, due to the overprotective big brother act.
After she pushed past me with a final jab about my thinking, I pushed a hand through my hair in frustration. Why couldn’t she see that I was so afraid of losing someone close to me again, that my fear was the reason I tried to protect her. Bucky was gone, and Peggy had grown up and left me behind. I couldn’t stand it if this brave, stubborn, kind woman died after somehow managing to worm her way into my heart no matter how desperately I had tried to keep her out. If she got hurt or killed when I could have kept her safe, I wasn’t sure if I could forgive myself.
I didn’t even realize that my feet were moving, tracing her light-footed path, until I was standing in front of her door. My hand was poised to knock, though it stopped when a small sound caught my attention. I wasn’t even completely sure I had heard anything until it came again. The muffled sob barely came through the door, sounding more like an agonized gasp of air that tore my heart out to know I was its cause.
To my knowledge, she hadn’t cried the whole time she lived at the Tower with us. What she had been like before Nick Fury brought her to us, I could only imagine. Strength and an iron will like hers were rarely forged through any but the most painful of fires. Still, she never said anything about her past, whether how she had gotten her wings or otherwise.
It had taken a lot of time, and a fair amount of prodding from the team, before I realized that I was in love with this spunky woman. Once I knew, however, no other beautiful woman in the room could turn my head from Y/N’s radiance. The only problem was that I still was no good with women and I knew it. I didn’t want my inability to put words to the feelings (thanks to my lack of experience) to drive her away, so I tried to protect her instead. Sinking down by her door with a disheartened sigh, I realized that to her it must seem like I didn’t believe in her abilities.
“You’ll have to tell her, Steve.” Natasha’s voice was quiet in my ear. Turning my head toward her, I saw her gaze soften even more as she opened her mouth to continue. “She thinks you have no confidence in her.” “I do, I swear,” I protested vehemently under my breath, knowing the spy would hear me where the woman on the other side of the door would not. “I just… I don’t want to see her get hurt.”
“You’re going to have to get over that. This world leaves scars on people like us. Even her. Especially her. You can’t keep her from being hurt, but you could be there to help her heal.” This was the longest string of heartfelt advice I had heard from her, and I took it to heart.
“I’ll tell her after this mission, then.” I nodded, satisfied in my resolve.
“You’d better. Now come on. We’ve got a briefing to get through.”
It wasn’t until several hours later that I was bold enough to leave my room. Mostly because it was two in the morning and everyone going on the mission (read as: everyone but me - Thor was up in Asgard until after the team got back) would be asleep. Also because I was hungry, but y’know. Of course, I still stuck to the shadows and treaded silently through the halls and rooms. Entering the main room was when inspiration hit - likely a mix of exhaustion, desperation, and hunger, but it was too good a chance to pass up.
Steve had apparently been the last person awake, and had made the mistake of leaving the mission’s file on the table in plain sight. Performing a quick scan of the room, I crept up to the table, holding my wings up and out a little to ensure that they didn’t drag on the floor and make noise. A wolfish grin spread over my face as I read the details of the two week long mission. It was in an area I knew well - the place where I’d grown up as an experiment, constantly pushed to my limits and tormented for the scientists who wanted to see what a girl with wings could do. Coincidentally, it was that same group that the team was now going after.
Now knowing that I could get to the spot easily, the only thing left was to figure out when the whole thing was going to go down. The file really only had the details of the surveillance they would have to undertake to find the base. Fortunately for me, I was quite the hacker, so I made sure that the comms that were sitting out were synced to my laptop so that I would be able to hear everything that was going on out there. Satisfied with my little recon mission, I went my way into the kitchen and made a quick sandwich before returning to my room.
I just had a friend admit to me yesterday that he is always pranking people and mainly his father. Who by the way, is also a major prankster. One day they were both eating crap, and my friend freaking LEAPS OFF HIS ROOF LIKE IN ASSASSINS CREEED ARTGW SYDVJD DIYZ CVJEBDC NJYV NPJV… he realized halfway down he had no haystack…
Hawke: I thought you’d use the feathers I found for you in some kind of spell or ritual or something. Anders: This is a far better use for them, don’t you think? Hawke: … Hawke: Do we really need more cats? Anders: Absolutely.
I’m back once again with my masterpost of free prehistoric documentaries because it’s time for an update! I was able to find several more shows while browsing around and I’ve added them in. Please let me know if any of the links don’t work and feel free to suggest more programs I should try and find c:
I’ve really been procrastinating this for a while, but here I present to you all my 2nd follow forever! Thank you guys so much for an amazing year of gaming and for helping me reach 2k followers! I seriously cannot thank any of you enough for putting up with me on a daily basis. It really means a lot! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Here are the armbands, beaded by sunnyxstars and constructed by me! The one with the feathers is the right armband, the one without is the left. I’m cheating a little in this picture because I needed to sew the blue onto the leather and 1" into the first line, my only needle I had with me broke. So the blue and the beads aren’t really attached yet. BUT THEY WILL BE TONIGHT! I’m just so excited about how they’re turning out I had to post a picture!!!
Update: I found a machine needle. It was dull and too thick for working with leather but I turned the wheel and forced every stitch through. Now I can attach the beading! Huzzah!
ok so i was going to wait until i hit 2k to make this, but i really just want to get it out of the way lmao.
you all make my dash a better place! i’ve been going through some rough times lately, but everytime i log on, you guys/gals never fail to make me smile! like holy crap i’m tearing up because you are all such amazing people and i want to be your friend but i’m trash lmao. not only the people i follow, but my followers too! you all inspire me tbqh ಥ‿ಥ
a special shoutout to zechilledchaos! we’ve getting to know each other better lately and i adore you! i would love to call you a good friend! i’m definitely going to follow you forever haha ( /)w(\✿)
now on to all of these other lovelies. thank you! <3
In AC2, as Ezio’s mother kneels in prayer at the Villa, I would often go to stand next to her for a few moments in support. I wish Ezio could speak to her, “Everything’s going to be all right, Mama. I’m taking care of it.”
I was very happy to have collected all the feathers.
i’ve finally made it too 1,000 followers!! i can’t even believe it! i’ve had this blog for a year and a half and i’ve met the most amazing people and follow the most wonderful blogs that fill up my dash everyday. it’s you guys that keep me around, and i love you all so very very much! thank you for putting up with my lame ass!
also a HUGE thanks to the lovely augustinebrooke for creating the beautiful header above! you sure do know how to capture kaidan’s beauty, and i reeaallly appreciate what you’ve done for me!
bold= people who i ABSOLUTELY adore. i really want to be your friend but i’m shy and awkward and all of you are hella rad. i just love you guys a lot and i hope we get to talk more in the future!
p.s, a lot of you changed your url while i was making this. so if you see your old url, your new one in the wrong place, or any other mistakes i most likely made, message me and i will fix it!
When I met Lana on June 1, 2014 at Spooky Empire, I showed her my Evil Regal tattoo and posed a very important question: What Regina quote should I have added? Lana loved my feather and said it was beautiful, her face looking at it was so lovely, and then she put some serious thought into what line. Finally she decided on, “I make my own destiny.” Thank you, Lana, for providing me with such a beautiful quote to make this tattoo even more special for me. Your reasoning behind it was beautiful and now I will be able to treasure that moment forever. It means the world that you took the time to give me this idea. <3 I cannot wait until I can show her in Paris in a few weeks.
Chapter of doom. I was struggling to keep it at the same length as the others because this one chapter was so VAGUE in the outline. Boo. Wrote this in a day…watching BBQ Pitmasters and feeling hungry. I really want to visit Japan and eat everything. I want to afford something other than cereal and Spaghetti-Os.
Spring was the season of life in
Magnolia, bursting with new beginnings and rebirth. The Rainbow
Sakura Festival had passed, making way for the tulips and the lilacs
of coming summer. The sky was clear, not a cloud in sight as the day
continued to warm.
The city was burning. Ablaze with
action and motion, the calm spring day was gone. Stone streets were
filled with rivers of people: civilian and guard alike. The red
coated soldiers pushed and shoved through the walls of merchants,
tenders, farmers, and craftsmen. They plowed by women and children
that threw rotten fruit or pieces of insults. All of them searching,
hunting through the singing of the people. The common folk stood
strong against the authority, jeering and taunting loudly enough to
make the very air quiver.
Lucy Heartfilia, beloved daughter of
Magnolia’s former Patron of the People Layla and rising opera star,
was accused of conspiracy against the people of Magnolia and
sentenced to death.
Lucy Heartfilia, called the Lady of
the Public by the common folk because of her well known generosity
and kindness that rivaled her mother’s, escaped death by an unseen
Magnolia was up in spirits and
celebrations, everyone knowing whoever helped Lady Lucy was on the
side of the people. Many of the clever few already knew exactly what
to preach and proclaim.
The Assassin Order Fairy Tail was for
the people: the poor and the defenseless. Fairy Tail was for the
people and Lady Lucy had joined them. A revolution had begun.
Hazel eyes watched the hustle, keeping
her gaze down whenever guards strayed far too close for comfort.
Draped in a white cloak with silver swirls, the young girl hummed and
bobbed on the balls of her feet as she stood beside the booth wedged
between the corner and a local tea shop.
The healer worked quickly over his
desk that was built into the herbal cart, his long nosed mask dark as
the middle of night. The young blue haired girl usually avoided
plague doctors, leaving their expertise alone in favor of her tutor,
Porlyusica. Time did not allow her to travel out of town for extra
help this time.
Gloved hands gently rolled the bags of
herbs and medicinal remedies, along with bandages and liquid elixir.
After all, she was small and meek, taking on the innocent form of a
young girl trying to nurse her siblings after a street scuffle.
Wendy preferred to use her skills
generously, but not widely promoted.
“Here. Come back if the conditions
worsen or infection sets in.” He murmured kindly, curling her hands
around the leather bag to ensure security. “Be cautious. The
streets are unsafe today.”