helpful steve

The Night Ahead (Part 2)

summary: bucky came out of cryostasis after just a few months. with the help of steve, he’s trying to piece the fractions of his mind back together. while flipping through old HYDRA files, he remembers something from his days as the winter soldier: you.

pairing: bucky x reader (sort of?? it’s complicated)

series contains: angsty angst, sadness, bucky reliving memories as the Winter Soldier, violence, people die a lot, bucky trying to cope, really awful translations of German, Russian, and Romanian (thanks to google translate i apologize in advance)

a/n: thank you for all the nice comments and love for this fic! i appreciate it and love you all for it. hopefully this part is just as enjoyable as the first, and it’s now from the reader’s perspective. also, i had issues with the tags last time. almost half of the people didn’t end up getting tagged? so hopefully tumblr isn’t an asshole this time. MASTER LIST | PART ONE

Originally posted by multi-fandom-imagines13

The Belmont Inn sat in solidarity upon one of the many hills located in rural Montana. Looking upon the Inn from the town nestled in the valley below, there’s a single winding road that reached the Inn’s entrance. The Inn itself had been around since the early 1900s but received a facelift a couple of years ago. It was one of those buildings that were created with the intent to merge with the surrounding environment rather than stand out. Made from spruce wood, both the inside as well as the outside reminded people of the old country. It was impressive, but an overall simple architectural feat. It was one of my favorite places.

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Sleepless nights


Request: Could I request a reader x Steve where reader is suffering from ptsd from a near death experience and the best way Steve could help is by staying up at night in front of her door when she’s up at nights crying. The reason he does it because he tried to wake them but they are violent in their sleep. Then one night they find his asleep against the wall and so they joins him thinking he does it because something is bothering him.

Warnings: swearing, PTSD, PTSD attacks

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah, @callmeoncette

Originally posted by hothothotgg

   Another night of (Y/N) crying, another hopeless night of sleep for Steve as he listened to their heartbreaking cries. He couldn’t do anything else, the last time he tried to actually wake them up they damn near slit his throat in surprise, needless to say he’d been staying outside of their room from then on out. 

   The nightmares, the crying, the sleepless nights all began 4 months ago when a particular mission turned out to be the worst failure of any mission ever completed. They lost two agents that day and nearly lost (Y/N). It had been a simple enough mission, get some intel, take out the bad guys but little did anyone know that the enemies had backup, and lost of it too. On the spot (Y/N)’s partners were killed, shot in the head as soon as they set foot within the base. (Y/N) on the other hand had been taken within the deeper halls of the base, locked inside a room, and tortured mercilessly.

    Fury had tried to tell Steve about what they had done to (Y/N) but he couldn’t stand to think about it, everytime he’d turn away, leave the room, plug his ears, anything to never know what (Y/N) had been through. For precautionary measures (Y/n) was placed on Steve’s floor so he could keep a constant eye on them, make sure their state of mind didnt get worse, just to be there if they ever needed it. But having (Y/N) on his floor also meant having to hear them scream and cry every night and not be able to do a damn thing about it.

    Every night Steve sat at their door, tears of his own sliding down his cheeks as he listened to (Y/N) sobbing for help but he knew better than to go in, going in was far too dangerous to risk, even for him. So that’s what Steve was doing now, just like every other night, sitting at (Y/N)’s door as they cried and he was absolutely helpless. 

   Tears of frustration slid down his cheek, collecting on his tank top. He didn’t ask for fucking much in this world, just a chance to make people safe and happy so why the hell couldn’t he help (Y/N)? God- he could just punch something or cry more. Yeah…crying more sounded better. 

   Eventually the tears began to subside, not only his own but (Y/N)’s too, they fell silent, meaning that for now they were getting a good rest.

    Steve had fallen asleep ages ago, his own exhaustion and frustration getting the better of him. Usually he’d leave before (Y/N) could find him in the mornings but that night he’d been too tired. So now he was camped out beside their door, snoring softly. 

   (Y/N)’s door creaked open slightly and they stepped out into the dim lighted hallway. Their eyes were more than swollen and puffy, their voice was incredibly hoarse, and they felt sick to their stomach but a soft snoring from outside their door convinced them to walk outside. They looked around, stopping when their eyes landed upon Steve, sleeping soundly right beside their door. (Y/N)’s brows furrow in confusion, after all, Steve had his own bedroom to stay in, why was he parked outside their door sleeping? Was their something wrong with his room? Maybe he was lonely? Maybe he was having nightmares again? 

   Occasionally Steve’s own PTSD would flare up and he’d have vivid nightmares. His screams would forever be ringing in (Y/N)’s ears, his cries forever etched into their mind. But (Y/N) hadn’t heard screaming at all that night, which debunked the PTSD theory. Perhaps he just needed some company, someone to talk to when the sun came up?

     (Y/N) yawns softly as they trudge back into their room, retrieving a blanket and pillow from their bed before slipping back outside, closing their door behind them. They situated themself beside Steve, laying beside him. They draped the blanket over his body and theirs, meaning they had to sit more than close together. (Y/N) set the pillow up against the wall and leaned their hea back against it, sighing softly. It actually wasn’t too uncomfortable. Steve’s warmth invaded their own, plus the pillow and blanket made the floor much more bearable. In fact, (Y/N) was starting to think it was so much more bearable than sleeping all alone in their bed. They’d take Steve, a blanket and pillow, and the floor over a bed any day. 

   (Y/N) turned their head a bit, resting one portion of it on Steve’s shoulder. 

   "Night Stevie,“ (Y/N) whispers, their eyes already slipping closed.

    The next day Steve woke to the feeling of something pressed into his side, there was a pair of arms wrapped around him tightly and he didn’t feel as cold as he had the previous night. 

   He blearily opened his eyes to look around but his gaze stopped when it landed on (Y/N) sitting next to him, curled into him as close as possible. Their mouth was open slightly, soft little snores falling past their lips. Their eyes were swollen and red but at least they weren’t crying now, that’s all that mattered to Steve. In fact- he didn’t think he had heard them cry at all after he fell asleep…what had happened when he was out? 

   Just as though he had spoke to soon (Y/N) began to whimper in their sleep, the telltale signs of an oncoming fit. Steve knew he should get away, after all, what if they tried to joke him this time? But instead he found himself wrapping his arms around (Y/N) gently, being cautious not to wake them. 

    "Shhh,” Steve whispers to them, his lips pressed against their hairline. “It’s okay (Y/N), nobody’s gonna hurt you, your safe with me,” He knew he was treading on thin ice here but he couldn’t stand to listen to another one of (Y/N)’s heart breaking attacks. “I’ve got you, I’m not gonna let anyone touch you,” (Y/N) slowly seems to settle back down, their whimpering ceasing and their body going limp against him. Whatever he had just done worked out, he had finally gotten (Y/N) to calm down during one of their attacks. 

    Steve can’t help but smile in relief; it was music to his ears not to have (Y/N) crying and screaming out, his heart couldn’t stand another minute of it.

     With a soft sigh Steve reclines his head against the wall, staring up at the ceiling as he slowly traced soothing circles into (Y/N)’s arm, still being cautious not to wake them. Steve’s breathing started to even out, his eyes slipped closed, and he could barely feel himself falling asleep when he could have sworn he heard a soft whisper, 

   "Thank you Stevie,“

STEVE ROGERS/CAPTAIN AMERICA.  Captain Steven “Steve” Grant Rogers is a Super Soldier World War II veteran and was the world’s first superhero. Born in Brooklyn, New York City, the young Steve Rogers suffered numerous health problems, and upon America’s entry into the Second World War, was rejected from military service despite several attempts to enlist. Determined to serve, he ultimately volunteered for a top-secret Super-Soldier program, and the frail Steve Rogers was transformed into the powerful and heroic Captain America. His famous World War II exploits made him a living legend. Rogers attacked multiple HYDRA quarters with the Howling Commandos to the dismay of his greatest enemy, the Red Skull, while also developing a relationship with Agent Peggy Carter. Despite losing his closest friend, Bucky Barnes during a mission, Rogers carried on to help the Allies win the war, but crashed into the Arctic during his final mission. Awakening in the 21st century, Rogers learned that he had spent 67 years trapped in the glacial ice.He became the leader of the superhero group The Avengers. Steve’ canon universe is the MCU and crossovers with DC Comics.

Secondary universe is set in the Man In The High Castle; Steve is found by the Third Reich and kept under John Smith’s eye, as a symbol of the old nation being a subject of the new regime. But Steve, representing the old world, wants to fight back.

do you want to roleplay with him? then just LIKE THIS POST for a starter. Crossovers and AUs are welcome! (I ship everything ok)

This little asshole keeps getting into a bird feeder, so we need to test how small is *too* small

3 inch opening: no problem

2.75 inch opening: Easy

2.5 inch opening: doing fine

2.25 inch opening: Bit of a struggle, but as Mr Meeseeks says: CAAAN DOO!

2 inch opening: Alright, lets try chewing the opening a bit, As long as we get the nuts into the mouth (huhuhu) we good I guess…

Uh-oh… Steve is getting greedy

:insert grunts of effort here:

Taking a break…

The guy who made the original video decided after a long struggle to help Steve out.

A New Challenger approaches!

1.75 inchs: Quote Mr Meseeks: “OOOHHH HE’S TRYING”


He ends up giving up.

Source: Chris Notap - Squirrel ● literally ● bites off more than he can chew !

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agenderraskel  asked:

Your hair is gorgeous. Who's tried to style it?

well, most of the avengers have at some time or another. steve, tony, thor, and clint are all surprisingly good hairstylists.  i used to be able to do basic braids for my sisters, but the asskicking robot hand makes it pretty hard. hair tends to get stuck in the plates.
also–and my memory is pretty spotty, so this could be wrong–i think a hydra tech gave me french braids once??? i dont know why.
fuckin nazis.

Sorry I stumbled on a gif set the other day and couldn’t get this out of my head.

THEY BOTH DO IT. Who taught these boys this move? Do you think it was Peggy?

Peggy (1940s): If I tell them falling over is a Good Fighting Tactic™ do you think they’ll believe me?

Peggy (2010s): Huh.

The 5 questions I ask on the first date:

1.) How’s your life
2.) What Hogwarts house are you in?
3.) Do you know how to hide a body?
4.) What’s your favourite color?
5.) Do you leave or stay when the credits roll in a Marvel movie. Wrong answer and I will file a restraining order.

More Pro-Football!AU
Thanks @dchanberry!!! [Info to commission denise]