meme: avengers

Hold That Thought 16

Pairing: Lawyer!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing. Strong addiction to coffee. Name calling. In office affairs. Fluff. Secrets.

A/N: Just a fun little AU series cause I felt like it. While I try to get my footing for Frank Castle. Btw Other Marvel cameo’s in this story.
Matt Mudrock
Foggy Nelson
Luke Cage
Jessica Jones
Frank Castle
Pietro Maximoff
Bruce Banner

The Italics are flash backs // The bold’s are Text Messages.

A one night stand at the New York Law Firms Conference, couldn’t have been more fun, and mysterious. When your new boss Bucky Barnes introduces you to his boss; the man who runs Avengers Of Law, law firm and your new place of work. Steve Rogers and your mysterious one night stand is your bosses boss. What you want to pretend never happened, he doesn’t want to let go of. When you find yourself struggling to stay away from Steve, who won’t let up on getting you to go out with him. Can you resist, Steve who is looking for more than a one night stand, while you’re struggling to get through the long days and never ending nights of being a paralegal or will you let lust and emotions distract you from your goals in life?

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Bake-Off: End

This is a little shorter than I wanted but it says all I need it to. Thanks for this challenge @yourtropegirl

You get the phone call from Clint six hours later. At first all you hear is Natasha screaming on the other end, then Clint manages to get a word in.

“We did it! We did it!”

“That’s great! Wonderful job you guys!” You cheer into the phone, Steve gives your hand a squeeze and you grin up at him.

You’re not allowed to post your Stark Bake Off Champions until after your episodes air a month after the actual bake off.

Your business dips slightly when Stark first opens but quickly rebounds and your numbers stay nearly the same.

Clint and Nat have moved in together. They’re an adorable couple, he’s the happy go lucky side of their relationship and she’s the more serious of the pair but it works. They work. Really well, and Lucky adores Nat, who more puts up with the two dorks she’s inherited.

You and Steve spend more and more time together. You’re not living together yet but if things continue they way they are you don’t think that will be far off. Bucky, of course, takes full credit for the two of you even getting together. Which you have to give him.

It’s not until six months later, that you actually ask him. You’re laying on the couch with Steve, Marty on your stomach and your head on Steve’s chest. You’ve seen him at his worst, waking from those horrible nightmares, and he’s seen you at your worst. The Wedding Season. Your busiest time of year.

“Steve?” You say softly from where you’re contently leaned against him.

“Yea Doll?” You love the way his voice rumbles through you, and god you love when he calls you Doll.

“When I was in your shop earlier I was reminded of something that I’ve been meaning to ask you about.”

“Hm?” He prompts so you roll over to look at him.

“Why don’t you have cupcakes at your shop? I know you can make them, I know they’re good.” His face breaks into a grin and you look at him expectantly.

“You really don’t know?”

“Steven. If I knew why you weren’t selling cupcakes I’d have asked.”

“Doll. I don’t sell cupcakes because you sell cupcakes.” You blink at him causing him to laugh. “Did you really not know?”

“Why? Why would you do that for me?”

“Because I love you.”

“You do?”

“Yea.” He affirms, those bright eyes searching your face.

“I love you too Steve Rogers.” You tell him before leaning down and pressing your lips to his. You do.

Oh god you love him.


ALSO considering the fact that Tony is Consistently Bombarded with sensory information Literally At All Times I feel like sensory overload would be a thing with him?

 Like sometimes when it all kind of overwhelms him at once and he just has to shut everything off and sit in a dark silent room for hours at a time to get himself back on track. Kind of like restarting his whole brain because Too Many Things have just overflowed in there and it became too much. Like he’s a genius and he’s just constantly plagued with data and information buzzing around his head 24/7, and it never ever shuts off. So he drinks and he does the whole recreational drugs jazz as a kid to help numb it off, but the drugs only got him even more wired after a bit, so in the end he stuck to booze to ‘take the edge off’. He probably doesn’t even realise what it is because no one ever thought to tell him that being So Intensely Smart could come with downsides, so he never thinks anything other than ‘something in my brain broke along the way & now sometimes just the sound of someone holding a conversation is Way Way Too Much for me to handle so I will just head off into that there room and curl into a ball for a couple of hours see u soon folks’.

Natasha would be the most freaking doting girlfriend. I mean she knows she’s not perfect and in a way she tries to compensate for the problems her life brings by being so caring and loving. By remembering what you said, by listening, by trying to do special little extras for you all the time. She knows it doesn’t remove the fact that her life is full of bullshit, but she hopes it makes sticking around worth while.

Bake-Off: 13

Here’s the second to last part @yourtropegirl

You wake up a few hours later in your bed, a warm body next to you. Steve. You vaguely remember him carrying you to bed then closing a hand around his shirt and pulling him onto the bed with you. He’d chuckled softly before settling in next to you.

“Morning.” Steve says, blinking down at you, his voice rough with sleep.

“Morning. What time is it?”

“10:15. If you want we can go wish Nat and Clint some luck. Then breakfast?”

“You’re spoiling me.” You tell him reaching over your head stretching with a soft groan.

“Get used to it Sweetheart.” He says pressing a kiss to your temple. Oh god could he be any sweeter?

“If you wanna shower feel free.” You tell him sliding out of bed and heading for your closet.

“Would you mind if we stop at my apartment? If I show up in the same clothes from yesterday Nat will never let me hear the end of it.”

“Neither would Clint.” You laugh twisting your hair into a quick bun before grabbing some clothes to wear. It doesn’t take you long to get ready, chatting with Steve the whole time.

His apartment is a fifteen minute walk from your place, it’s definitely a man’s apartment but it’s tidy. “Make yourself at home.” He says before disappearing into what you assume is his bedroom. You spot a few photos hanging on the wall and make your way over to them. There are a few with some guys in military gear, you recognize Steve and Bucky but not the African American man that Steve has his left arm slung over. You don’t ask Bucky about his time in the military. You know it wasn’t a good time in his life, you’ve witnessed the nightmares and have seen the tattoo that snakes along his arm. Covering scars from, something, you’ll never ask. You see the folded flag from someone and next to it a blue velvet box. Your curiosity gets the best of you, you open the box and see a Purple Heart gleaming up at you. Feeling like you’ve gone too far you close the box and put it back on the mantel. You continue down the line of photos, Steve in at culinary school, him with Natasha outside a storefront. Family, a woman who must be his mom, a few more photos with Bucky as kids.

“Ready?” Steve asks startling you.

“Yea, I didn’t know you knew Bucky for so long.”

“We were friends as kids then drifted in high school. We ended up working together again in the military.”

“Yea, I saw the photo.” You gesture to the one with the man you don’t know.

“We were a tight group. Buck, Sam and I.” His face darkens for a second.

“You don’t need to talk about it. It’s none of my business.”

“No it’s okay. I’m supposed to talk about it. You’ve probably heard the story before, Bucky was there.”

“Bucky doesn’t talk about his time in the military, and I don’t ask.” Steve frowns and you feel like you’ve just gotten Bucky in trouble.

“The man on my left, his name was Sam Wilson. We lost him over there when we drove over an IED. That’s when Bucky got his scar.” Steve tells you softly.

“Oh Steve.” You breathe, he looks downcast and you take his face in your hands.

“Thank you for telling me. You didn’t have to so thank you.”

“Like I said. It’s good for me to talk about.” He tells you covering your hand with his. “We should go or we’re going to miss Nat and Clint.”