i have super bad art block right now so here’s 300+ words about England Loving Dog Shows Too Much i wrote on too little sleep
in my mind england is a religious watcher of dog shows and acts like a football dad whenever he’s watching one. he supports corgis the most (the royal family has a bunch) and would probably sock you if you shit talked any of them. germany is his very dedicated dog show-watching partner, occasionally they have extra people dragged along like prussia and france and america but no one gets what the heck these guys are so pumped about. honestly any extra watchers just either get scared or try to record these two grown men getting to near tears over dogs. england doesn’t do this anymore but he did used to bet on dog shows and he usually did pretty well. he stopped after he lost nearly £800 on a bad day to france, and even now france still occasionally lords it over him.
england is banned from at least one pub in both the uk and the usa for drunkenly demanding them to change the channel to the dog show. he’s also probably gotten into a bar fight at least once in the rare times the bartender actually changes the channels for him and he gets to watch. just imagine this angry young-looking man, gin staining his favorite totally hip and stylish argyle sweater vest, being dragged off by the cops screaming stuff like “did you just insult that dog’s fine coat? that beautiful beast was probably a better addition to the animal kingdom than your uncultured arse!! do you even have eyes, you fucking tosser?!!!” like… god this freaking guy lmfao. america bails him out if he’s in the states, otherwise england’s secretary has to make a very apologetic phone call to the cops to bail his nation out for the night.
most nations actually keep tabs on dog show dates because they need to know when they have to block england’s phone number so he doesn’t drunkenly rant/celebrate to them about the results afterwards. ok i’m going to stop here but seriously. england loving dog shows.
curious, what is your opinion on someone else taking over the Cap mantle? as much as I love Sam/Bucky Cap (and Seb and Mackie), I feel like Chris' image is so tied to Cap that it may affect future Cap projects. thoughts?
I do not want Bucky as Cap. I just do not want it at all. Fundamentally I don’t want anyone but Chris as Cap, because you’re so right, he is that character. You couldn’t physically imagine anyone else playing Iron Man because Tony is Iron Man and Robert is that character, and it’s the same with Cap. Steve is Cap and Chris is the face and embodiment of that.
Having said this, if/when they do have someone else take on the mantle of Cap, it’s almost 100% going to be Bucky and I really really do not want that. And I’ll tell you as for why.
Bucky, mentally, is not in a good place at all. He doesn’t trust himself, he doesn’t see himself as good or decent or worth people’s help. He knows one person in this world and that person is Steve. He’s in the exact same position Steve was in when he woke up in 2011 and realised everyone and everything he knew, was gone. Difference is, Bucky has all of that, plus the knowledge that he was made murder innocent people for a terrorist organisation for 70 years. That is a depressed man. Sebastian has said that really, the knowledge that Steve was out there and then Steve actually being there is the only thing stopping Bucky from suicide. He is not a stable man. And this is with Steve alive. And Bucky adores Steve in the same way Steve adores Bucky. Bucky thinks that Steve is worth following into war, he thinks Steve is everything good. He thinks Steve is everything he thinks he himself is not.
So then, you kill Steve off, you take away that tether, you remove the one thing he knows and loves that is left on this world, and you’ve got an already depressed and unstable man, now dealing with extreme trauma and loss and heartache. Then going “Okay Buck, I know you hate yourself and you just lost everything, but what we’re gonna do is make you take on the identity of the most important person to you, that you just lost. How does that sound?”
Sounds fucking stupid is how it sounds. Bucky needs to see himself as a hero, as a good and decent man, just within himself, before he’s told “Be Cap, follow in the footsteps of Steve - the man you thought was everything, whilst you yourself feel like nothing”. It’s just not healthy. And to do that to him would be a massive disservice to the character, who frankly deserves so much better than what Marvel are giving him.
Sam however, Sam already knows he’s the shit. And yes, losing Steve would hurt Sam, they’re friends, there’s a love there, but it’s not nearly as soul deep as the connection between Steve and Bucky. So Sam would be hurt, he’d grieve and mourn, but he doesn’t also have a mountain load of self loathing and countless other problems to work through. So give Sam the shield, let a brother be Cap. It’d first of all be better storytelling for both of the characters, and second of all, a black man as the character that symbolises everything America should be? The values America should hold above all else? It would be fucking incredible, and quite frankly, ballsier than any other decision Marvel Studios have ever made. And also I wanna see little kids of colour hyped to dress up as Cap because like, Captain Freaking America looks like them. Make Sam Cap, it’s the better choice all round.
Characters: reader, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Tony (mentioned), Clint (mentioned) Maria Hill
Summary: Falling for a good man, who happened to be her training partner, was unavoidable. Does the reader have the courage to find out if he feels the same way? What if he doesn’t? Life rarely unfolds the way we hope it would. (Events take place after CATWS)
Warnings: lil fluff, lotta angst. Heartbreak. I’m sorry.
A/N: This one hurt. Once again, I drew from my own personal experiences, so it took a lot out of me to write. I hope you enjoy it? Part 2 will be out in a few days, I promise! It’s already written and will be the last, with a possible epilogue. Please let me know your thoughts! Special thanks to @buckyywiththegoodhair for reading this over! You’re a darling!
Request: “Helloo again :) I hope it’s okay that I request something again :) . You’re Wanda’s best friend and she invites you over to the Avengers compound for the first time. So as you get there you’re immediately lost but a lovely guy finds you and helps you find your way. Bucky. Since then you visit her more often and after a while you’re friends with all Avengers so Wanda, Natasha and Steve decide you bring you and Buck together cause they see how you act with each other and it works ? :) THX<3″
A/N: Requested by @tieddown-withbattleshipchains, Hope you enjoy, sweetie! sorry for taking so long! I’m trying to get through these requests, I promise the next parts to “I’ll Wait” and “Say It” will be out soon! <3. Much love to you all! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!
If you were to say so yourself, you were quite good at a lot of things. You had passed the most of your schooling years with ease; your favorite sport was also practiced with ease and most important of all, your life really wasn’t that complicated.
Walking around in the big compound, however, reminded you how horrible you were at finding your way around new places. To be fair, the compound was huge and basically a labyrinth in itself, and you inwardly cursed yourself for not having told Wanda to come pick you up by the door.
Muttering under your breath, you rounded yet another hallway. Walking slowly trying to look to the sides to determine just where the damn living room could be. How long you had been walking around, you had no idea about. Sighing deeply you came to a stop and looked out of the hallway window, the view was pretty amazing, but again, it was the Avengers compound, of course, everything would be amazing. Turning to look around again, you were pretty sure you wouldn’t even be able to find the main entrance to tell Wanda where you were. Your shoulders fell, and you were about a second from beginning to groan in frustration.
“You seem to be looking a little lost, can I offer my help?”
A/N: This was only suppose to be a very long one shot. No beta this time.
Summary: Your best friend in the whole galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?
Freaks out, probably calls Germany because he doesn't know what to do.
Very stressed, but does everything by the book. He goes back to where he last saw his kid, and probably finds the kid since he must've taught them well, but if not he'll go to the front and have them call the kid's name.
Goes straight to an employee to ask to call the kid's name over the speakers.
Freaks out and runs around the store until he finds the kid or an employee asks what's going on.
Looks around for a while until someone asks what he's looking for and he has to tell them it's his kid.
Freaks out, goes to the nearest employee and asks if they've seen "his beautiful child".
Walks around yelling his kid's name, probably finds the kid pretty fast because he can be loud and doesn't really care what people think of it.
Would have his kid sit in his shopping cart so the kid doesn't get lost.
Very worried, shyly approaches employee to ask for help, "if it's not too much trouble", and apologizes profusely for taking up their time.
Is the one who is lost. His kid is fine and goes to the front to call their dad's name over the speakers.
Steve had just supported Sam’s thereby session. Today was kind of heavy. Lots of tears spilt, but Steve definitely needed it.
He just wanted to go home and fall asleep, even though that was impossible. He’d probably go for a run. Hopefully he’d be able to sleep today. Oh, but he was starving. Pizza? He could make something? No. today was difficult, he wanted takeout-
It happened so fast. He didn’t process what actually happened until the sound of fleeting rubber on road filled the air.
There you were, on the floor. Covered in your own blood. But you didn’t know. The last thing you could remember was the flash of the headlights. Then it all went dark.
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Stepping out into the sunlight was slightly blinding as you peered out at the busy and crowded street. You stepped back into the alleyway as a police van drove past your position and you turned around to jump back away from a suddenly appearing Erik Lehnsherr.
“What the hell, Erik?!” You whisper-shouted at him and placed a hand over your heart which was beating so fast you were worried about heart palpitations.
“You said we would meet up so here I am.” He raised his arms out before dropping them to his sides and looking over your shoulder. He grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you further into the alley.
“We need to go, come on. I’ve got a place we can go without the worry of police. But just in case,” Erik took out a pair of sunglasses and less than gently shoved them on your face.
He put on his own and walked around the corner. He pulled out of a duffel bag and placed it on the ground before unzipping it. Erik took out an oversized sweatshirt that was definitely his and he threw it at you. You caught it before it could whack you in the face and slipped it over your head. When you dragged it down your body it stopped midway down your thighs.
“Jesus …” You mumbled and fiddled with the large pocket in the front of the jacket. “This is kinda ridiculous considering it’s a bazillion degrees out here.”
“Have you seen the news? There are pictures of you everywhere, so this is the best bet.” Erik changed his jacket and placed a hat on his head. He took out a beanie for you to wear. He stood and pulled it on your head.
You adjusted your sunglasses with a hand and Erik turned back to his duffle bag. He slung it over his shoulder, walked over to you and grabbed your hand. He dragged you out of the alley and into the sunlight once again.
The sound of explosions shook the run down, barely standing apartment on the second floor of the two story complex. A twin sized bed’s wilted mattress with half of the springs and cotton missing with a multiple tears all throughout, lays on it. There was a chair in the corner of the room and a small wooden nightstand next to the bed. Across the room was an tiny open kitchen without any appliances. There was a countertop and a couple of cabinets two of which had no doors. There was a disgusting rotting smell coming from the kitchen; from the wood and from some unlabeled cans in one of the cabinets.
“(Y/N).” A soft voice made you open your eyes and your eyes focused on crystal blue ones.
“Focus on the now. Force yourself to be aware of everything in this room.” You observed every feature of the man’s face. First, his hair. It was a disheveled mess of brown shoulder length locks. Next, was his facial hair. Unevenly shaven beard that was more of a scruff than a full out beard. Finally, his eyes. Cold and frightening to most that have the misfortune of coming face to face with him, but was comforting in the episode you were having.
Another explosion which was closer than the last made him look away for a moment before turning back towards were you were laying on the dusty ass mattress.
You could see the distress in his eyes and the concern on his face. He didn’t want to rush you, because that wouldn’t help nor work so he just continued to coax you with soft words.
“Don’t let your powers overwhelm you. Remember you can control them … they can’t control you.” You were hearing what he was saying, but not understanding a word of it. Your brain was a complicatedly full of confusing noise that blocked all of your brain’s functions. You couldn’t move, think, hell you could barely breath.
“Come on, (Y/N). I don’t want to do this, but they’re coming and we need to move.” His voice was void of emotion which counteracted with what he was saying. “Don’t make me—” Another explosion louder than the next caused the entire room shake hard enough to cause some of the ceiling to crumble and small chunks of concrete fell towards you. The man raised his left metal arm to protect your face and the concrete bounced off of his arm with a clink.
“(Y/N)!” His voice had a tone of urgency and you closed your eyes. An internal force pushed all of the head noise out and with the sudden silence everything came flooding back right when the door to the apartment blew off it’s hedges. It flew across the room and froze a couple of feet away from where you laid.
A group of armed men entered the room, pointed their guns and tried to open fire, but none of their guns worked. They actually fell apart in their fingers and they stared at you with their eyes wide in fear.
You rolled over and stood up in smooth succession eyes a solid black as the room filled with a black smoke. You raised your hands and everything that was in the room and wasn’t connected to anything levitated menacingly around you. A monstrous voice growled out of your lips.
“Time to die.”
You blinked and shook your head clearing out your mind from the sudden flashback. You looked at Erik, setting down his duffle bag on the bed of the hotel room, who had a concerned look on his face.
“Are you alright?” He walked over and lifted his hands to grip your shoulders, but choose against it and dropped his hands to his sides. “You sorta … dazed.”
“Yeah, yeah … I’m,” You swallowed. “Fine.”
He looked unconvinced as he turned away from you to walk over to the window and slide the curtains closed.
You took the opportunity to take off your sunglasses and beanie to toss it on the kitchen counter. You went to take off the sweatshirt, but shook your head and moved to sit on the bed.
Erik sighed and sat next to you. “What are you going to do?”
You stuck your hands into the pockets of the sweatshirt and frowned deeply. You glanced at him and turned away quickly when you saw his pitying look.
“God … I don’t know. I want to go back to the school and figure something else out, but also Steve’s out there with …” You shook your head not wanting to mention Bucky, “help. He may be human, but I trust him.”
“Steve? Rodgers? Captain America? You trust Captain America?” Erik scoffed and you looked at him seriously.
“With my life.”
His eyebrows popped up in surprise and he chuckled. “Okay, okay … I get it. Why?”
That forced you into silence. You had no idea why. You just did. Maybe it was his argument during the group meeting of the heroes. Maybe because he’s Captain Freaking America “God’s Righteous Man”. Or maybe it’s because he hasn’t really fucked up like you have so many times while stumbling throughout your life… . Okay, all of the above …
“ … I’m not entirely sure, but I definitely feel safer at his side than standing alone.” You moved your hands from the pocket and wrapped your arms around your stomach. A protective movement that made Erik back off a little.
“What about the Mutant’s? Your friends? …” He hesitated. “Charles?”
“No.” You cut him off before he could continue. “I’m sure as hell not going to drag any of them into this. I’m going to try and make them just punish me instead of all of the Mutants If I end up getting caught. If I drag anyone else into this then they would use that extra participation as an argument to place the ‘ban’ on all Mutants.”
You stood up and walked a couple of steps away before turning around. “I feel like the ‘ban’ is an empty threat, but I don’t want to push it too far just in case …”
You leaned up against the small table in between the kitchen counter and the bed. You set your jaw and twisted your lips in a way that gave you a soured look.
“I was going to offer my help, but seeing that you really don’t want even Charles to help you. I’m definitely not your second choice.” Erik looked at his hands and you couldn’t help the small smile on your lips.
“Erik, it’s not that I don’t want your help, it’s that I can’t have your help. You’re a wanted criminal especially after what happened with Apocalypse and it would turn out … horribly if you tried to help me. Even if you were just found at my side. There would be no way that I would be able to fix or convince them of anything. It’s best to keep you out of this. I’m sorry.”
Erik peeked up at you and nodded slowly understanding what you were trying to say. He sighed looking around the room before his eyes landed back on you.
“So is this it? Goodbye?” Erik stood up and walked over to where you were. He slipped his hands in his pockets and you placed a comforting hand on his chest.
It was easy to get to the school when you have super speed as a human or a dog, but what wasn’t going to be easy to face everyone there.
You stopped and shifted back into human at the front gate. You pulled it open and walked through. During your long trek up to the house, you noticed that there were no students hanging out in the fields around the house. The closer to the house you got, the more worried you became.
You stepped up to the door and paused listening for any sign of any students. The silence made your heart sink even more and you decided to pointlessly knock on the door. There was temporarily silence before the door handle turned and the door opened revealing Charlotte, one of your students.
“Charlotte, hi.” You offered her a shaky smile and she just stared at you like she just saw a ghost. For a moment she just stared at you before surprising you by jumping at you and wrapping her arms around you.
“I thought you were dead.” She mumbled into your sweatshirt and you hesitantly hugged her back. Charlotte peered up at you and said. “We all did. The devastation on The Professor’s face …”
Charlotte stepped back and out of the way so you could walk inside the mansion. You looked around the room and there were a few scattered students sitting around. They looked up with surprised expressions and some started murmuring to each other. A little girl with pink pigtails ran up to you and hugged your legs. Three other students ran up after her and that started a group hug with all the other students in the room.
The students separated revealing Charles sitting in his wheelchair a couple of feet away. You walked over and bent down to wrap your arms around him.
“Welcome home.” Charles smiled fondly and held you tightly.
You took a step away while holding back some sentimental tears and sighed, “Yes, I’m … home.”
‘But for how long?’ A voice in our head made it’s sudden and slightly unnecessary appearance. ‘Great Happy Bo-Pappy has returned.’
‘What did you call me?’
‘Nope, I’m not going to talk to myself … That’s not … happening.’
“(Y/N)?” Charles’ voice brought you back to the now and you shook your head before looking down at him.
“Yeah, sorry.” You breathed. “Where’s Hank?” You looked around at the small amount of students around you.
“Hank? Someone’s here to see you.” Charles used his telepathy to contact Hank and spoke out loud so you could hear.
“Charles, what happened after the Accord’s meeting?” You crossed your arms and the murmurs of the students around you answered your question. It wasn’t anything good.
Charles cleared his throat and leaned forward resting his elbows on the armrests of his wheelchair.
‘When Hank gets here, we’ll talk in my office.’ His voice ricocheted within your mind and faded away. He frowned deeply and asked, ‘You remembered something new about your past, but I … uh … can’t get to that memory.’
“I wonder why.” You whispered giving him a displeased look and quick footsteps running down the stairs made you look up.
“Professor, who—,” Hank stopped in mid-sentence and in mid-step on the staircase when his eyes settled on you. “(Y/N) …”
You flashed him a charming smile as guilt stabbed you in the heart when you remembered the last word you told Hank was that you’d see him again soon. Then the explosion and you being pronounced dead. You knew Charles told Hank about you surviving the blast, but still … Hank must have been devastated.
After a moment of just staring at you flabbergasted, Hank leaped down the stairs and enveloped you in a bear hug. Of course, you hugged him back, after all of the harsh hits and punches from people who wanted to kill you, a soft and loving touch from the man you loved was like a breath of fresh air … which … uh … you were having trouble getting …
“Hank? … Er … You’re. Squishing. Me.” You coughed out and Hank released you immediately.
“OH! Sorry.” He apologized with a lopsided smile and you instantly forgave him. ‘I mean come on. Who could be mad at that face?’
Hank held you by your arms out an arm’s length away and looked you over looking for wounds. “Are you ok? Did anyone hurt you? What happened in Berlin?”
“Easy, tiger.” You let out a scoff and glanced at Charles’ to your right. Charles nodded and raised his voice towards the students.
“Ok, back to your rooms. Dinner’s at 7. Come on, to your rooms. We—” Charles turned to you, “—have a lot to talk about.”
You yelled, more like screamed thanks to Cassidy’s Sonic one, and Charles and Hank both covered their ears.
You placed your hands onto his desk and leaned down your voice falling dangerously low.
“The UN is closing the school?!” You took a moment to calm yourself and lower your voice once again. “Are you serious? You’ve got to be fucking with me.” Your voice had a slight growl to it and Charles didn’t even wince at your profanity nor your anger.
He just silently opened the side drawer to the desk and pulled out a small packet of papers. He tossed it onto the desk in between your hands and you sat back down into the seat next to Hank’s.
“That,” He gestured to the papers with a hand. “was with the mail when Andrew fetched it this morning.”
“God, I have a newfound hatred for packets.” You looked over the cover and threw it onto the desk once more. “No way in hell I’m going to read all of that despite my copy of Peter’s speed.”
“We have a week to get all of these students back to their parents or with a different legal guardian. We can’t have them stay here, well, not all of them. The more we can get them somewhere—” You cut Charles off.
“We can’t just give up, Charles.” You moved yourself forward and placed a hand on the desk again.
“We don’t have any choice—” “Wait.” You raised your other hand interrupting Charles again. “You got this,” You pointed at the papers, “THIS morning.”
“Yes, what does that have …” Charles paused and understood automatically. “Oh …”
“Oh? ‘Oh’ what?” Hank looked franticly between the two of you trying to decipher the looks you two were giving each other.
“This morning was the signing of the Accords. Either this was happening despite me signing or not or …” You explained and Charles finished for you.
“They sent this earlier and were going to intercept the delivery of this packet if she signed.” Charles narrowed his eyes and scoffed, “I knew the government was shady and untrustworthy, but this is … hmmm.”
You three sat there for a couple of minutes in silence and Hank was the first to speak, “What happens now?”
“I’m sure as hell not going to sign it now! I’m up to my shoulders in this mess and if I go back to them they’ll send me on a death hunt for St— Captain America.” You avoided Charles and Hank’s eyes after your almost slip up. Staring at your hands in your lap, you knew you had to go back to save the school from being closed. You just REALLY didn’t want to.
‘Acting like a child, (Y/N)? Kinda selfish, honey.’ That little voice is being a raging bitch today.
The doorbell rang and you traded a confused glance with Hank before settling it on Charles. He shrugged and held up a finger before disappearing out the door.
You turned in your chair to look at Hank and realized how many windows were in this room. An uneasy feeling gripped your stomach in a vise and you took a hold of Hank’s hand. It was a sudden movement that surprised him, but was a comfort for you.
“Oh God, what if—” You spoke up and paused when Charles’ voice echoed in your head.
‘(Y/N), there’s someone here to speak with you. Don’t worry, he says he’s a friend.’
You frowned and looked at Hank, who was completely oblivious with what Charles had just said. You let go of Hank’s hand and stood up. You walked out of the room and down the hall towards the front door.
You rounded the corner and saw a couple of students were peeking at who was at the door. Whispers were being shared around the room and you saw why.
“Steve?” Your eyes widened and you froze a couple of feet away from the door.
“Oh my gosh! It’s Captain America.” A couple of students whispered to each other astonished at the sight of Steve Rodgers standing in the doorway.
You shook yourself and walked up to the door. You opened the door wider and saw Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes standing behind him. Realizing that wanted fugitives were just standing out in the open you gestured them to come in with a swipe of a hand.
“Come on in.” You move to the right out of the way and Steve stepped inside the mansion.
Sam paused while walking inside to smirk and say, “Hey, transformer.”
You froze before breaking out into a sarcastic grin and said, “Hey, Sam. Where’s your wings?”
“Hilarious.” He narrowed his eyes at you and walked away. It looked like you hit a nerve there and you smirked.
“Oh, I believe so.” You looked at him and Sam pierced his lips before walking over to stand next to Steve who patted him on the back with a half smile on his lips.
Bucky stepped up to you and stared into your eyes trying to think of something to say. You gave him a soft smile and arched an eyebrow in a gesture for him to enter the room.
‘We’ll talk later.’ You reassured him and he faintly nodded to show that he heard you.
He walked through and you closed the door without looking around outside to make sure that no one saw them, but come on, what is the chances of someone actually important seeing them. After you thought that you realized you shouldn’t have with your track record of bad luck.
‘Shit. Gotta make this quick.’ You turned to Charles and he nodded. When he opened his mouth to order the kids to go to their rooms once again, a couple of them walked up to Steve with Captain America memorabilia and a sharpie.
“Hey, Captain America? Can you sign my shield?” A little blond boy held up a small handmade Captain America shield that looked like it used to be a frisbee before he painted it with used wadded up duct tape as a handle. “You’re my favorite hero.”
Steve smiled softly and kneeled down to take the little boy’s shield. “Of course.” The older girl behind him handed Steve a sharpie and Steve began signing it. “Who do I make this out to?” He asked and the little boy was brimming with excitement while bouncing on his toes.
That made Steve pause for a moment. After a beat of silence Steve recomposed himself and finished signing James’ shield.
“There you go, lil guy.” Steve handed him back his shield and James looked over the autograph before jumping into Steve’s arms.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” James wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck gave him a squeeze before letting go and showing the older girl the shield. “Look Jenna!”
“That’s awesome, James.” She smiled down on him before looking at Steve. “Thank you so much. He’s never going to stop talking about this. You definitely made his day.” She placed her hands on James’ shoulders and said, “Come on, James.”
As she lead him away, James was skipping and naming all his friends that he was going to show the autograph to. “Ben, Josh, Albert, Kevin—”
“Kevin?” She interrupted. “I thought you didn’t like Kevin?”
“I don’t! That’s why I’m going to show him first!” James exclaimed and soon they were gone.
You snickered and shared a look with Bucky, who had a hint of a smile on his face. You turned your attention to Steve when he stood up and cleared his throat.
“Cute kid.” He smiled, but it had a sad tint to it. You noticed that you haven’t seen Steve smile ever and wondered if that was his permanent smile from being through so much.
“Yes, James and his sister Jenna. Two mutants whose parents abandoned recently. With what’s been going on with (Y/N) … human parents are getting …” Charles gestured vaguely with a hand. “Worried.”
‘Ooo … that physically hurt.’ You thought, trying to keep your face from showing the hurt feelings you were experiencing from that comment. It was your fault those two were abandoned. You started to have second thoughts and they weren’t good.
You crossed your arms deep in thought and Bucky moving to stand next to you brought you out of your … self pitying? (Meh … words are hard) You felt him grab at the sleeve of your shirt forcing you to look at him.
“It’s not your fault.” His voice was barely above a whisper and you sighed.
“Yes, it is.” You muttered back and a slight frown flashed on his face before disappearing leaving his normal emotionless expression in it’s place.
You knew he wanted to say something else, but before he had the opportunity to try, you stepped up and away from him announcing, “I’d hate to sound rude, but what are you guys doing here? If you’re looking for a place to hide this is the worst place to do it.”
“No.” Steve walked up to you and lowered his voice.
“We need your help.”
Note: Longer chapter than I wanted, but there was a lot of content that I wanted to get in before I ended it. I hope you enjoyed it and as always thank you for being patient with me in all of my long-ass-in-between-chapter hiatus.
One more thing! Please don’t go yet!
I made a post about continuing WUC into a Spider-Man: Homecoming type … er … thing. It’s going to be the same Reader partly following Peter, but also cameos with the other Avengers and of course X-Men because that’s how I roll ;)
I’ve got an amazing storyline for it and all I need is some support from you guys! I wouldn’t have gotten this far if it wasn’t for you, so I’d like to hand this off to you. So far I’ve gotten a couple of green lights from a few people and if you’d think it’s a good idea (or a bad idea) comment in my Big Announcement! post on my blog or if you’d like to keep it private message me instead! I look forward to seeing your comments and opinions! — I.M. :)
The entire time you had coffee with Oliver- an old friend from high school- Chris was across the road, spying on the two of you. You knew he was there, you had spotted him five minutes into the conversation; unlike Captain America, he wasn’t very stealthy. You found it amusing because he had always said he wasn’t the jealous type, yet after finding out Oliver used to have feelings for you, there he was. You chuckled softly to yourself as Oliver continued to tell you about his baby boy, you were definitely going to throw it in his face later.
“It’s been really good catching up with you, Y/N.” Oliver hugged you at the door of the Starbucks where you’d coffee together. “You still look as beautiful as ever, it’s no wonder you stole the heart of Captain America.” He complimented and you smiled, giving him one last squeeze before pulling away. “I’ll see you around.”
“See you,” you waved as he walked off in the opposite direction.
You looked up at where you had spotted Chris earlier and noticed he was still there. He was in his brown leather jacket with a pair of aviators hiding his pretty blues and a cap tugged over his short and still-blond-from-work hair. You chuckled and crossed the road, pulling your phone out of your back pocket. Once you were safely across, you dialed for his phone. You stood at a safe distance, listening to the phone ring as you watched him.
“Hey babe.” He answered as he looked for you across the road. “What can I do for you?” He asked and nervously shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I thought you were going to be busy with that friend of yours until two.”
“It is two,” you responded and you saw him glance at his watch. “I was hoping you could meet me for lunch, we only had coffee so I’m kind of starving now. Are you in the area?” You bit back your smile when you asked that question. “Think you could swing by and pick me up?”
“Uh…” He paused for a long time. “Yeah, I could swing by. I might be a while though ‘cause I gotta drive and whatnot. I’m actually quite far from where you are,” he lied and you stifled a chuckle. “And um- sorry, where are you again? I don’t think you mentioned where you were going this morning so I don’t- I don’t actually know where you are or how far I am from where you are.”
“Turn around and stop rambling,” you instructed.
You watched as his body stiffened, he hung up the call and turned around. Even with his sunglasses on, you could tell that he was wincing. You smirked and beckoned him over with your index finger; he sighed and did as he was told.
“What a coincidence,” you tried not to chuckle. “Who would’ve thought we’d be in the same area at the same time? I mean- what are the odds you’re running an errand where I’m having coffee with Ollie.” You saw his jaw twitch with a jealous anger when he heard you call Oliver 'Ollie’. “I’m not the jealous type, Y/N.” You mocked him and he huffed. “What kind of girl do you think I am?”
“Well?” You chuckled in disbelief at his response. “That is not an answer that’s going to get you out of trouble. Oh my God.” You narrowed your eyes when you realized there was a legitimate concern in his demeanor. “Were you seriously worried about me and Ollie?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you’re a big dummy.” You told him and he scoffed; you laughed and locked your arm with him. “Christopher Robert Evans, do you honestly think I’d do anything to jeopardize what I have with you? You are as perfect as they come, why would I give you up to have something with Ollie? He’s a good guy but- why reach for silver when you already have gold?”
You heard Chris stifle a chuckle and you smiled, pressing a kiss to his arm. “Alright, I’ll admit I was- as you put it- a big dummy for following you down here. But I don’t know, Y/N.” He pulled his arm out from your grip and moved in front of you. “You keep putting me up on this pedestal, like I’m the one in the relationship who settled when- it’s the opposite.”
“You think I settled for you?” You snickered at how preposterous that sounded. “Chris, do you know who you are? I’m just an ordinary girl, you’re Captain freaking America. I’m a waitress with an attitude that will probably get me fired one day, whereas you’re an amazing actor with a heart of gold. Let’s not forget that you look like an angel straight from heaven.” He chuckled softly, placing his hands on your hips when you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’m the one who’s lucky in this relationship.”
“I love that you don’t see how ridiculously perfect you are,” he told you. “You think you’re this ordinary girl? No, Y/N. You are beyond compare. So yeah, maybe I am all those amazing things but- nothing is more amazing than being your boyfriend.”
You chuckled softly. “You’re just trying to distract me from the fact that you followed me down here and spied on me,” you called him out and he nodded, laughing. “Well, congratulations.” You got on your tiptoes and leaned in, your lips inches from his. “Consider me distracted.”
for a mission is been 21 days, 18 hours and 37 minutes, and since then you don’t
hear about him.
Rogers X Reader Characters:
Reader/You, Steve Rogers, OMC. Word counting:
Angst with a happy ending; Female reader; Unbetad
A voice called you away from your thoughts once again. “Miss Y/N?”
your eyes, ashamed, to see one of your students staring at your face.
You answered promptly.
“The movie is over is been five minutes.” A blush crept on his pale cheeks.
one of your best students. Actually, he was
our best student. He was a straight A 13 boy, with a very kind heart.
“Oh.” You stood
up from your chair, looking at your students. “So… Can someone start talking
about what we just watched?”
barely remember what the movie was about. You mind was locked in Steve, your
boyfriend. Captain freaking America.
21 days 18
hours and 37 minutes ago, Steve had left the apartment you shared to a mission
in another country – one he hadn’t told you the name – and, since that day, you
haven’t had any news about him. He was expected to come back after 10 days but
three weeks had already passed and no news had come yet.