They Made Steve Into Some Sort Of Weird Puppet Master Who Legit Went And CREATED A NEW TIMELINE, PEOPLE,

they made steve into some sort of weird puppet master who legit went and CREATED A NEW TIMELINE, PEOPLE, just so he could fulfill a fantasy. y'all think that's fine?? like he KNEW peggy had a life after him, married and had kids. he KNEW she had been happy. and he what? was like: "eff that. i want a peggy of my own so i'm gonna get me one of those. i deserve this." it's so weird.

i’m so glad you said this because i’ve been trying for a while to articulate what was so unsettling about the ending marvel presented us 

while the whole movie, under that context, is a little messed up bc a whole bunch of timelines were created and set astray just so the avengers could fix theirs, steve’s decision at the end was particularly unnerving. 

he knew that whatever he did in the past wouldn’t affect the future, because it created a branch from the OG timeline and a new one emerged from this decision. steve really returned all the stones and said “u know what? i deserve to get the girl at the end of this story. i deserve it”. that’s so creepy? he knew that peggy moved on from him, and while she grieved for sure, she grew as a person from it. but he said, “no, she’s going to be happy with me in this timeline”

it was legitimately him saying “things didn’t work out the way i wanted in my timeline…..OH WELL. good thing there is another one to live out a fun fantasy life!” there’s no consequences to his actions, and there should be. 

so not only did his ending invalidate all of his character growth TO DATE, it also made his decision so selfish it was borderline disturbing  

Redamancy  iii

Redamancy (n.) The act of loving in return

pairings: mirio togata x female reader 

@sweet-but-yandere asked:  Could you do a part three of the yandere mirio x reader “redamancy” or maybe a sequel to it? ///   anonymous asked:Part 3 of Redamancy where he try’s to get the reader pregnant out of jealousy but she does not want a baby still Mirio forces him self on her.

warnings: nsfw, noncon, breeding kink, mirio being a scumbag. all characters are 18+

a/n: ok so this gotta be the last in this series lmao. i didnt really think people would be into mirio that much but ya all the love for sunshine daddy.  

word count.: 1948

Mirio’s gaze turned to you, sky blue eyes stared at how you sipped on your drink. Your glossy, pink stained lips puckered around the straw. Was that a new shade? You had never put something like that on before. Probably tasted like strawberries or cherries, “Mirio!” your voice drove him out his thoughts. You stood in front of him, your hands at your hip, “What are you thinking about?” Mirio felt his cheek heat up.

‘I was thinking about you sucking my dick, do you mind?’

“Nothing, we should get going. Lunch’s bout’ to get over soon.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the school building, you almost trip over your feet, “Hey! Slow down!” You bump into his chest, which was hard as a rock. “You’re a klutz,” he laughs. “It’s your fault!” he pats your head and continues laughing, he finds him self thinking how much smaller you are compared to him. His entire hand can literally cover your face, he can easily pick you and throw you over his shoulder.

What is stopping him? Seriously?

His smile drops when he catches you staring at him. The guy he beat up months ago and threatened him to stay out of your life. You were staring at him chatting away, giggling with some nameless girl. He studied your sully expression, how your eyes looked sad, and lip turned into a sad pout; he could tell you were upset and that pissed him off. Why did you still think about him? Why did you still care about that jerk? Didn’t you move on yet?

Mirio felt himself get riled up from the same rage he had felt the first time he had seen you with this man. The frustration, anger, and jealousy all came surging back to him as he realized that you obviously did not feel the same way about him as he did about you. Maybe he’ll have to do more than just be nice to get you to understand he’s the one for you, the one and only.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You coming?” His hand rested on your shoulder as gripped on it a little tighter. He would show you who you belong to. You will get what is coming.

Mirio walked into an empty classroom which echoed soft sobs and sniffles. You sat on your seat, your head resting on the desk as you cried. Mirio’s face dropped and he rushed to you wrapping his arms around you, pulling your upper half to his chest. He rubbed your head, “It’s okay now. I am here,” he whispered into your ear shushing you. “What happened?” he asked after you had calmed down. “Why are you still here?” “I came to get you, now, what happened?” you gulped before answering, you feel the lump in your throat rise as your voice cracked. “Why?”

Mirio was confused, what were you about? “Am I not good enough? Why did he leave me?” tears fell to your cheeks again as you breath hitched.

Of course, you were thinking about him. Mirio felt something in him snap. He pulled away from the hug and stood in front of you, grabbing your jaw squishing your cheeks. Your eyes widened in horror as he pulled your face closer to him, his elbows rested on the desk separating the two of you. He looked down on you, his eyes bored into yours with malice and anger, “Mirio you’re-” “Shut the fuck up.” he snapped. “Do you know why he left? Why did your precious little pretty boy leave you?” you were too scared to answer, you didn’t get to anyways, “Because. I fucking told him to stay away from you. Got it?” Your eyebrows knit together and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, “I fucking beat him up. You know why I did that?” he asked again.

His voice was menacing, he was shouting at you and you were scared.

“Answer me! You fucking ungrateful bitch!” You started whimpering, Mirio had never talked to you this way before. A weak no left your trembling lips, “It’s because you’re mine.” he spat, he waited for you to say something but you were still trying to process his words. It was a lot to take in, you couldn’t believe that Mirio would ever do something like that. You wanted to think this was a joke but no, he was dead serious.

The ray of sunshine, the great hero to be, Mirio Togata was a scumbag, no, he was worse.

You started releasing the situation you were in, there was no doubt, he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you too. The flight or fight instinct kicked in and you tried to free your face from his grasp, successfully freeing yourself from his chains you got up from the desk and made a run for the door. Mirio stared at you in disbelief, his eyes wide and lips curled upwards he internally laughed at your foolishness. Wasting no time, he quickly got behind you capturing your wrist and pulling you back to his chest. A large hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you securely pinned to his torso.

You are so stupid. Did you seriously think you could get away from him? He is twice your size.

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Maybe We’re Not Meant To Be

Alpha Izuku x Omega Reader

Warning: Sexual Content Below

Word Count: 3.9K

Two years of dating Izuku was no easy task. As sweet as the man is, he often blundered when it came to the love life (or the lack thereof) the two of you shared. No one questions his devotion to you. You’re cold? Midoriya will give you the shirt off his back. You’re hungry? Midoriya runs to the nearest store to grab you something (he doesn’t care if it’s miles away). Two years of dating the most considerate person in the world yet, you selfishly yearned for more.

A mating mark; a silent reminder to onlookers that you were taken by one of the most eligible alphas in Japan. You wanted your skin to be marred by his long fangs and you wanted to leave your own mark on him. But after two years of waiting, it felt as though maybe he didn’t want to mark you. 

‘Maybe we’re not meant to be.’

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Request for Enji with a daddy kink and water ports please 🥺👉👈

Ownership | Enji Todoroki

Summary: Nothing gets Enji possessive like seeing his little girl with the Symbol of Peace.

Pairing: Enji X fem!reader Word Count: ~ 900 Warnings: swearing, daddy kink, light bondage, sub/dom undertones, possessiveness, marking, watersports Author’s Note: I would just like to say that getting this as my first request was absolutely appalling, not because it’s gross to me but because I literally could not have written myself a better request. Endeavor? Daddy? Piss? Like, I will be 100% up front with y’all, those are legit top fetishes of mine so just *chef’s kiss* Thank you, anon. Thank you so, so much. Whoever you are, I hope you enjoy this tiny piece. 

You knew he was mad as soon as you caught his icy gaze, blue eyes narrowing dangerously, irritated by the boisterous, hulking hero beside you. Taking in the enormous hand on your back, Enji had sucked his teeth at the two of you, his gaze flicking from your sheepish expression, to All Might, back to you and watching as you sank further and further into yourself, shrinking away from the Symbol of Peace. As you should. All Might is friendly and personable, but you don't have any real business with him, not like you’re his sidekick, his little girl, should have just said a polite hello to the number one hero and went on your way, but you didn't, and now you're paying for it. 

Completely naked save for the cuffs around your wrists, you blink up at Enji from your spot on the ground, waiting for him to acknowledge you, and as soon as he does, you're blabbering, "I'm sorry, Daddy, really--"

"I didn't say you could talk," he intones, deep voice sounding bored as he flips to another sheet of paper on his desk. 

You wince, try to shift your weight from one knee to the other, but it's no good. You've been kneeling for the better part of an hour at this point, and your legs are aching, begging for a stretch that you won’t get until Enji allows it. 

More shuffling paper, a few large sips of water from the glass he’s been nursing, and excessive fidgeting on the tiled floor until Enji finally stands, his frame huge and blocking out light from the window behind him. He’s in civilian clothes--a turtleneck and jeans, and you watch with wide eyes as he finishes the last few swigs of his drink and sets the cup down heavily. 

“Do you know what you did wrong, baby girl?”

You gulp. He’s going to lecture you, and it’s going to hurt, but… It’s for your own good. Everything he does is for your own good. 

“I talked to All Might at the station. I’m sorry, Daddy--”

He shushes you as he approaches, stopping right in front of you but remaining upright. All you can do is nuzzle into his thigh and hope for forgiveness. A warm hand settles on the back of your head, and he pets you gently, though his voice is gruff when he corrects, “It wasn’t that you talked to him. You let him touch you.”

“I know. I wasn’t--”

“He doesn’t get to touch you. Only Daddy gets to touch you, remember?” You nod into him, nose brushing his covered crotch. “Say it.”

“Only Daddy can touch me.”

He hums in approval, smooths more hair from your face, then pushes you back. “Good girl.” 

You smile at the praise, sitting up a little straighter as your stomach flips when Enji goes for the zipper of his pants. He pulls his impressive length free, smirking when he notices your eager expression and the way you drop your jaw for him, an invitation he never refuses.

“No, not now, you little temptress,” until now apparently. He grips the base of his cock, only half hard, and grunts out a dark, “Right now I’m going to make sure you don’t forget who you belong to.”

Enji’s piss hits you right between your tits, very hot and very unexpected. You can’t help the shocked, “Daddy!” that slips out of your mouth and wriggle in an attempt to get away from his aim. 

The towering man just laughs and warns, “Move too much and I’ll get it on your face,” directing the stream up to your neck as if to prove his point. 

You stop struggling then, bite down on your lower lip harshly as the warm liquid drips down your torso. The acrid scent makes your nose twitch, mouth turning down in a grimace as he lowers it back to your chest, then your stomach, then your pelvis, making sure you’re as covered in his scent as he can--because that’s what this is: he’s marking his territory, like a fucking dog. 

There is a dull throb between your legs, and you look up at him guiltily as his flow decreases slowly but surely. He’s able to soak your thighs at least, then shakes his dick twice and shoves himself back in his pants. 

You shiver under his gaze, already chilled from the rapidly cooling urine on and around you. You’re sitting in a little puddle and honestly want nothing more than to stand up and throw yourself into the shower, but--

“Don’t look at me like that, baby girl,” Enji rumbles, finally, finally leaning down close to you. He caresses your face with a large, calloused hand, rubs his thumb under your eye, but his gentleness is betrayed by the blaze in his turquoise eyes. You know this isn’t over. “It’s for your own good, remember?”

“Y-yes,” you stutter, trembling under his gaze.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you add quickly.

He releases another one of those hums of approval, brushes his lips over yours, then straightens. 

“I’m going out for dinner. Be a good little girl and stay here until I get back.”

And, with that, he’s striding out of the office, leaving you wet, shaking, and shamefully aroused. 

vanilla | dabi

very alpha!Dabi x fem omega!Reader 

summary: Dabi isn’t aware that the LoV has an omega up for grabs, not until he accidentally comes across you in heat. 

word count: 11.7k

contains: dub-con elements, scent kink, humiliation, masturbation, hella dirty talk, mentions of blood/burns, Dabi being an all around bastard

a/n: commissioned by K to share part of my ABO fic. Most ABO stuff makes me squeamish so I leave out token tropes (aka knots) another private fic that I didn’t plan on posting so it’s kinda uhhhhh bad lmao. will possibly post more but idk. 

DON’T let the title mislead you ok Dabi is anything but vanilla 

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When he found the safehouse, Dabi knocked at the front entrance.

For a long time there was no response, and he tried again, louder this time and with more exasperation.

“Coming,” he heard a shout finally, muffled across the steel door.

Dabi rubbed his eyes to put some pressure behind them, in hopes it might too take that same pressure away from the sting in his nose.

Some heady omega in the area was in heat, and a bad one; the entire neighborhood reeked of the tantalizing aroma.

He groaned, jaw tensing, and with practiced composure put the fire down in his body. He had enough of it running under his skin every second of the day in the form of his quirk. He didn’t need any more. But it was getting worse the longer he waited there with that smell tiding in the air.

He didn’t even know why he was there, doing such a chore, in the first place.

Maybe it was because this League of Villains business was a promising crusade; he’d heard good things and seen for himself some profit in the affiliation, even despite how profusely he disliked the weird hand-guy, or how awkward the black fog in a suit could be. 

The other recruit, Toga—who he found as equally disagreeable as the rest—had all but blindsided him that evening as he exited the dainty bar which they called headquarters.

Could you do me a favor, Dabi? she’d entreated with an attempt at innocent, girl-like charm: a tactic which, as it usually did, failed. The manic grin on her face had only made him want to be away from her company all the sooner.

No, he’d said, and pushed past her.

But she’d skipped after him, steadfast. 

Tomura had asked her to run an errand in one of the more dangerous parts of the city, she’d said, but she wasn’t sure what to do. She was just a girl, after all. Couldn’t Dabi do her this one favor and take the responsibility off her hands? She was too nervous to take a trip like that, and so late in the night.

Bullshit, he’d said, but instead of protesting in defense of herself, she’d just giggled like a lunatic, dropping her pretense.

Still, when she said it was a delivery which needed to be made to you, the only member of the League he had yet to officially meet, curiosity pinched him.

Indifferent as he was to comradery, he was undeniably interested in unearthing the particulars of this would-be villainous syndicate, which included being at least somewhat familiar with his allies. He knew you had been an original member even before he and the psycho schoolgirl came into the fold; but little else. 

You needed a delivery to be made to one of the League’s safehouses? Well, maybe he could oblige, if only to snoop around. Shigaraki was particularly fastidious with the information he willfully shared, and Dabi would take any opportunity to filch information under the boss’s nose in stride.

After all, if Toga, a new—and undoubtedly incompetent—recruit was being tasked with these deliveries, why not Dabi? Why not Kurogiri, who could make the shipment with ease given his quirk?

What was going on behind the scenes that Dabi wasn’t seeing?

Underwhelming as his first task as a newcomer would be, he saw it as an opportunity. He could be a good and useful asset to the League just for the night, he’d decided, when he told Toga he would do it. He was headed to that side of town anyways, he’d said. 

So there he found himself, his foot tapping impatiently on the ground as he waited outside the safehouse. 

That goddamn scent that wafted around the building… Why did he feel as though he’d smelled it before? And why did it smell so… sickeningly sweet?

He tried to distract himself by musing over what might have solicited these late-night deliveries, for example: what was in this suitcase he was meant to give you. 

Toga had handed it to him with such a twisted, giddy smile on her face that he was half-convinced it was a bomb ready to blow and scatter him into pieces for her sick delight. Once he’d found it locked, he’d given up on guessing the contents after he shook the thing and the rattling inside gave no indication of the secrets it held.

More distraction, he entreated himself. 

He thought of the itch of his staples, the uncomfortable tingle on his ridged skin when the air brought heavy wind against it. He thought of anything that might take away from the smell of raw heat in the area, but it was an instinctual pull that left him fidgeting where he stood.

He was about ready to leave the suitcase at the door and hit the road, when there was a commotion from across the threshold.

The aroma that burst from the opening door completely smothered him, made every bone in his body feel like smoldering steel; made lightning shoot down his veins and a low breath catch in his lungs.

You blanked when you saw him there, your pupils blowing wide with shock, then, if he read it correctly, fear.

He sniffed hard, his body scrambling for a source to the scent that begged his alpha inclinations to go wild. The inhalation sent pinpricks of warmth down to his feet. The smell was overwhelming now, almost dizzying.

And it was coming from you.

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Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me)

Bucky Barnes/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader fic. Thought I’d drop down the first chapter of this ongoing story. Currently up to 12 chapters I believe. You can find the rest on my A03 and I’ll try and put future chapters up here too. Fic summary:  You and Steve are trying your best to enlist to join your best friend Bucky on the front line but life keeps kicking you back down. You’re all friends from childhood. Is the war going to tear you all apart? Chapter 1 - Your Country Needs You! Smack!

“Hey, get the hell outta here!” you growl at the guy beating up your friend as you socked a punch so hard into his face that he fell over into the trashcans in the alleyway.

“You goddamn broad, how dare you!” the guy yells as he scrambles to his feet. “Ain’t your Daddy never told you to play nice?”

“Ain’t your Daddy ever told you not to start a fight?” you snap back. “Especially one you ain’t got a hope and a prayer of winning?”

“So what…Stevie needs a dame to save him now?” the guy laughs.

You chance a quick look at Steve who was still on the ground. He looked mortified and he looked ashamed. You didn’t have time to soothe his wounded ego.

Geez Louise, Steve. Can you not go five minutes without finding trouble?

“Well this dame just put an end to your grandstanding. So how about you scram before I hit you again, huh?” you snarl.

“Think I won’t hit you because you’re a girl?” the guy says, starting to advance on you. “You’re sorely mistaken, sweetcheeks. You need to be taught some goddamn manners and to know where your place is.”

He’s about to backhand you when another hand shoots out, stopping it dead in its tracks.

“That’s not very polite,” comes that oh so familiar voice.

Bucky.

“The lady was only tryna help her friend,” Bucky continues. “Now, why don’t you buzz off before you have me to deal with?”

There’s a lot of spluttering and a few hateful glares thrown around before the guy slinks off, muttering something about getting you all later.

Immediately you help Steve to his feet.

“I had him,” Steve grumbles.

“You didn’t have diddly squat,” you laugh. “But you lasted longer than the previous time you got in a fight.”

“You don’t need to keep saving me all the time guys,” Steve sighs. “I can do this. I really can.”

“I know, you’re pretty swell at taking punches,” Bucky grins. “But maybe practise on a littler guy first.”

Steve just flushes horribly and looks down at the trash strewn alley. Your heart goes out to him. He always tried his best and he was such a gentleman. If he was just a little bit taller you’re sure he’d have girls falling over themselves.

“As for you, Missy, is this gonna be another time where I’m explaining to your Pa why you have bruises on your knuckles?” Bucky laughs.

You cringe every time they used that nickname but unfortunately it seemed to have stuck. Bucky thought it was perfect considering you were the most unladylike girl in Brooklyn and Steve just went along with whatever Bucky said.

“I ain’t gonna say sorry for helping my friend,” you huff, folding your arms.

“You know it’s a shame you weren’t born a guy,” Bucky smiles. “You’d be a hell of a soldier, doll.”

Now it’s your turn to flush horribly. You cast a quick glance at Steve who gives you a knowing smile.

The both of you had been trying to enlist for the army recently, forging your documents and going from local recruitment fair to local recruitment fair. You were a pretty wiry looking girl so you had no problem passing for a young guy. Steve had been helping you get your voice lower and showing you male mannerisms.

At first he’d protested, saying all the usual stuff like ‘war ain’t no place for a lady’ but the more you saved him from the bullies of Brooklyn, the more he’d come round to the idea. Now he was even helping you bush your eyebrows out more with gravy granules and had put forward his meagre savings to buy you a realistic guy toupee to hide your hair. Boy did Steve get some strange looks buying that.

“She would,” Steve agrees, smiling at you warmly. “She wouldn’t be no coffee cooler for sure.”

Both men laugh and you smile broadly at the two of them, putting your arms around them both.

My boys.

It’d always been the three of you against the world and as your fingers skipped over Bucky’s uniform, you felt a pang of sadness. Soon he’d be going to the front lines and it didn’t feel right him leaving without you and Steve.

You made a silent vow that you’d get into the army no matter what. You didn’t care if you got arrested for trying.

“Hey, you guys wanna come to the World’s Fair tomorrow?” Bucky asks. “I’m taking a dame and she has a sister, Steve.”

“Uhhh,” Steve splutters, turning an adorable shade of pink. “Sure, Buck.”

“How about you, Missy?”

“I’m not gonna have to listen to you two gettin’ all doll dizzy am I?” you roll your eyes. “Because I can’t think of anything worse.”

“She’s got a brother too?” Bucky adds.

“I ain’t going blind flying,” you say sternly. “You know better than to try and set me up with someone, Buck.”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighs long and hard. “You’re way too intense for some guys, doll.”

“Well, I think she’s just great,” Steve interjects fiercely. “What guy doesn’t dream of a dame that can take care of herself?”

“Most of the population, Stevie,” Bucky laughs. “Scarlett O’ Hara girls are high maintenance.”

“Is that what I am?” you say, folding your arms.

“Nah,” Bucky shakes his head. “You ain’t that spoilt, sugar.”

“Damn right,” you laugh. “And I’ll come to the fair but only because I wanna see the new technology.”

“Atta girl,” Bucky winks. “I gotta head back to base but I’ll meet you guys tomorrow.”

After a polite head nod, he whirls around, looking mighty impressive in his uniform and strides back out onto the street.

“Come on, Missy,” Steve sighs. “Put your goo-goo eyes back in your head.”

“What?” you splutter.

“You think I don’t see that look on every dame’s face when they look at him?” Steve says grimly. “Even you aren’t immune to James Barnes’ charm.”

He looks incredibly disappointed and you feel damn guilty. All you were doing was admiring the tailoring. Sure you liked Buck and he was attractive but you knew he was a ladykiller and he would never treat you right if you allowed yourself to feel more for him. Besides, who’s to say he’d even like you back in the first place?

“It’s never gonna happen, Stevie,” you smile. “So quit bellyaching and walk me home.”

You knew that would appeal to Steve’s sense of pride and he gallantly gives you his arm to which you slide your own through it. The two of you walk along the streets, ignoring the judgemental stares of people and the pitying looks they gave you.

“She’s so kind to be giving him a chance,” you hear a group of girls mutter as they pass the two of you.

You tense up incredibly and you feel Steve patting your arm gently, “Leave it, Missy. They’re not worth it.”

“Goddamn rude broads,” you hiss, trying to alleviate some of the rage you felt.

“I’m used to it,” Steve shrugs sadly.

“You shouldn’t hafta be,” you say firmly.

“That’s just how the world is, Missy. Someday soon we’ll both get into the army and then we can both prove we’re not any lesser than the men around us.”

“You make that a promise, Steve Rogers,” you demand.

“I promise, Missy,” he smiles.

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Sweet Jesus this fair was excruciating!

You had to watch as Bucky charmed the pants off of the two girls whilst Steve trailed a distance behind, obviously not impressing the sister at all. Pretty soon, Buck had a girl on each arm.

You tried your best to concentrate on the wonderful technology around you, marvelling at the ingenuity.

All of you stopped in front of the Stark Industries display to watch his amazing new creation. Ok…sure it didn’t work exactly as you expected, as you watched the hovercar crash to the ground with inelegance, but nobody ever invented anything without trying a lot first, right?

“Hey Missy, there is a recruitment fair here,” Steve whispers in your ear, nodding towards a tent. “Shall we try?”

“You bet your ass we should,” you grin.

The both of you slink away from Bucky and the girls, heading to the tent. You had your guy clothing in a drawstring bag slung over your shoulder. Nobody ever questioned you about how out of place it looked as you always wore your factory clothes out, a pair of smart dungarees over a shirt. Dresses really weren’t your thing at all.

Steve stops at the military display, looking into a projection of how he’d be as a soldier. He doesn’t even reach the designated height on the board and you see the defeated look on his face.

Oh Stevie, you can do this. I know you can.

You pat him on the shoulder lightly and draw him away from the display so he can’t keep mentally beating himself up. You’re about to follow him out into the main tent when a photo catches your eye. The uniforms are British from what you can tell and in the centre stands a woman.

Wow, do they let women join up in Britain? You couldn’t help but admire her. She was everything you wanted to be and heck, she even kept her femininity too. You wondered if you could ever meet her someday.

The sounds of an argument floats over to you and you walk on, just in time to see Steve and Bucky in a war of words.

“-How many times you gonna enlist, huh Steve?” Bucky says in irritation. “You know one of these days they’re actually gonna take you and I’m gonna hear about my dead friend on the wire.”

“Hey, stop it,” you say, getting between them.

“And you’re not much better, Missy,” Bucky says sternly. “Think I don’t know you’ve been trying too?”

Your face pales a little. How on earth did he work that one out?!

“I followed you once,” Bucky explains. “I saw you in men’s clothes. Are you that stupid, doll? You really wanna fight that badly?”

“I should be able to serve my country, same as you guys,” you hiss.

“You do, sweetheart. You help make the planes,” Bucky says.

“It’s not enough,” you shake your head. “I can fight, I know I can. I’m better than either of you.”

“Steve, will you give us a minute?” Bucky says in a low voice, one you’ve not heard him use before.

Steve just gives you a worried look before he skulks off to the registration desk.

“What, you gonna lecture me now?” you huff defensively.

Bucky grabs your arm, pulling you into a more secluded corner, “I need you to stay here, Missy. I need you to look after Stevie because he’s notgoing to get into the army and it’s gonna goddamn kill him. I don’t want him doing something drastic, you know? You’re the only person I trust who can do that.”

“It’s not fair, Buck and you know it,” you spit. “I’ve knocked you on your ass more times than I can count. I can take on some Nazis.”

“I got no doubt,” Bucky smiles sadly. “But doll, if either of you died it’d kill me inside. I’d rather you both be safe.”

“It’s not your call to make,” you say defiantly.

“Jesus, Missy,” Bucky sighs. “You’re such a stubborn mule, ain’t ya? Don’t make me tell your Pa what you been doing.”

“You wouldn’t dare, James,” you snarl.

“Don’t you 'James’ me, sugar pie,” Bucky growls back. “I find out you enlisted, I’ll drag you home myself.”

There’s nothing much more to say. You just lean back against the wall, glowering at the floor. You didn’t give a rat’s ass what Buck said. You were still gonna try and you were gonna help Steve try too.

“Now you gonna come dance with us?” Bucky asks, deflecting the conversation like he’s certain he’s won you over.

“And watch you jive with those girls whilst I sit on the side like a wallflower? Blow it outta your barracks bag, Barnes,” you grit your teeth.

“Come on, Missy, don’t be like this,” Bucky sighs. “It’s my last night before I get shipped out. I don’t wanna end it with you being mad at me.”

You keep silent, staring at the opposite wall. He’d really annoyed you a lot tonight. How could he ask you to stay behind, to ask Steve to stay behind whilst he put himself in danger without any back up?

“Doll, please,” Bucky pleads before grasping your arm and hugging you tightly. “I can’t handle you being mad at me. Stop it.”

You subconsciously relax against him as he grips you to him and he softly kisses your cheek.

“We’ll always be a team, the three of us,” he whispers against you. “I’m just representing our little wayward Brooklyn gang out in Europe.”

You can’t help but laugh at that and you feel Bucky smiling against your shoulder.

Goddamnit, why is he so charming when all I want to do is punch his stupid face?!

He pulls back, cupping your cheek, “Please look after Stevie for me? Promise me, Missy?”

“Fine,” you sigh. “I’ll look after him.”

“Thank you,” Bucky grins. “You’re my best friend, Missy. I’ll be a whole lot rosier knowing you’re safe.”

“Yeah yeah,” you dismiss. “Go to your damned speakeasy with the girls.”

He gives you a quaint little kiss to the back of the hand before winking and leaving the tent.

There’s that familiar tug on your heartstrings but you bury the feeling. He’d be leaving tomorrow, actually leaving to cross the Atlantic. Would you ever see him again? Would he make it back? Would you ever see those mischievous twinkling eyes again….

“Oh god-fucking-damnit!” you swear in the most unladylike way and turn to the arcade game set up nearby.

The Strength-O-Meter.

In your swirl of emotions, you pick up the hammer, giving the plate a hefty whack to try and get some of your energy out. The marker shoots to the top, dinging the bell slightly. Well that gave you a bit of satisfaction at least.

“Hey, I heard you swearing,” Steve says, peeking his head round the corner. “Guessing Buck told you off?”

“If that fuddy duddy thinks I’m gonna stay here and play homemaker, he has another thing coming,” you growl, hitting the plate again and the bell dings more forcefully.

“Maybe don’t take it out on the games?” Steve laughs. “Come on, let’s get you changed. I have my evaluation soon.”

You both sneak off. Steve helps you adjust your clothing, put the toupee on and make your features look more masculine. You’re thanking god you never grew breasts because this would’ve made the whole process a lot harder.

“Scares me how much you look passable,” Steve smiles. “You’re a pretty girl. It shouldn’t even be possible to do this.”

“Shut it, Steve,” you blush. “Let’s get going, huh?”

You walk up to the registration desk and fill out the form and both of you wait for your assessments. You can’t help but notice you’re being carefully watched and you try your best not to meet the man’s eye in case he looked too closely at you.

“Come with me,” another man says, leading you away.

Steve flashes you a thumbs up and you give him one back.

**

“So…Mr…Thomas Morgan,” the assessor starts, looking at your notes whilst you sit there with your shirt off, being measured.

“Call me Tom, please,” you smirk, doing your best impression of Bucky that you could.

“Or should I say Thomasina,” the guy says wryly. “You may not be very developed but you’re definitely a woman.”

Oh rats.

“You know I have to inform the police, right?” the guy says.

“That won’t be necessary,” comes a heavily accented voice from behind the curtain. “I’ll be dealing from now on, thank you.”

“Dr Erskine, of course,” the assessor nods and leaves the room.

The man called Dr Erskine walks into view and you recognise him as the man who’d been staring at you and Steve in the waiting area.

“Do you not want to put your shirt back on?” he smiles warmly.

“Doesn’t bother me, sir,” you reply back. “I’m not like other girls.”

“So I’ve seen,” Dr Erskine laughs. “I saw your little display with the strength test and how…impassioned you were about fighting. Tell me, girl, do you want to kill Nazis?”

“I just want to be able to serve my country the same as anyone else,” you answer honestly. “Why should guys get to and women can’t? Do we not have the same pride, do we not have the same patriotism, will we not die just the same if the Krauts make it to the US?”

Dr Erskine smiles so broadly that his eyes start twinkling, “And would you fight, Miss….”

“Everyone calls me Missy, sir,” you introduce yourself. “And yes, I would. I’m not afraid, I’ll do whatever is asked to make sure the US remains free.”

“Quite,” Dr Erskine nods. “I notice you came here with your small friend who has also tried to enlist. Do you think he deserves a chance, Missy?”

“Of course,” you say fervently. “He should have the same opportunity. If he wants to fight, why can’t you let him? Why does there need to be limits? A soldier is a soldier right?”

“How terribly modern,” Dr Erskine smiles before picking up your papers from the tray table and stamping them. “We may need modern thinking. There are dark days ahead…Mr Morgan.”

Did you just hear that right?!

Dr Erskine doesn’t say another word but gives you a small bow of his head before leaving.

You scramble for your papers and see the huge stamp of approval in the check box.

He let me in. He let me join even though he knew what I was.

You want to whoop with happiness but that would just draw attention to yourself so you redress and skulk out, trying to find Steve.

You spot him outside, a wide beaming grin so deep it’s practically etched onto his face.

“I did it, Miss- oh horsefeathers, I meant Tom!” Steve laughs, forgetting you were still in your male persona.

Goddamn, Steve was too polite sometimes.

“That’s great!” you cry. “So did I!”

“Really?!” Steve smiles. “Oh my god, we’re actually in!”

“Well shit on a shingle,” you laugh. “We’d best start packing.”