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It's the holidays, and Tony Stark has quite a few enemies. One of those enemies just so happens to target Tony by taking Pepper and Peter. Tony's at a loss when Pepper is abandoned with no idea where Peter may be. He'll have to have backup to find his kid, and who would be better for that than the recently exonerated Ex-Avengers? 

TW: Kidnapping, attempted murder, presumed character death, character death, drugging, blood, violence, mild gore, hypothermia

Day One: A Partridge in a Pear Tree: Tied to a Tree | Given as a Gift | Putting up the Tree

Disclaimer: I do not own anything!

Note: Not canon! Infinity War and Endgame did not happen, but Civil War did. In this story, Peter’s aunt passed away from a heart condition shortly after his sixteenth birthday. Peter is a junior at Midtown. Tony married Pepper in January after the Vulture incident when Peter was fifteen. Peter attended the wedding with May. May passed away in September of that year. Tony and Pepper took Peter in, and were able to adopt him. He is Peter Parker-Stark. Morgan does not yet exist.

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Steve’s always been a trouble magnet. This just so happens to be one of he and Bucky’s pre-World War II adventures in dealing with his heroic side. 

Disclaimer: I do not own anything!

TW: Gun shot wound, gun, attempted murder

Day Two: Two Turtle Doves: Self Sacrifice | Human Shield | Reunion

Note: Based seven years before Bucky’s enlistment. (about mid 1930s) They’re both teenagers.

That was just perfection 😍

In Your Dreams (Steve Rogers)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: When someone starts dreaming about someone they haven’t met before, that means that the universe found their soulmate. These dreams feel real because subconsciously they are out of body experiences that leads them to their soulmate. Steve thought he had found his before, but the universe has a different plan for him. No one ever dreams twice until him.

Warnings: Just a lot of fluff. Soulmate AU.

Word Count: 914

Author’s Note: I was inspired by a photo of tulip fields, so I just wrote something based off of it. I might make this soulmate alternate universe into a series, but with different characters because I think this idea is really cute to do small drabbles and whatnot. Let me know what you think! <3

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Call Sign: Renaissance // 07

07. Redemption

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Chapter Summary: Dealing with the loss of Sam, you and Steve fight to take down those responsible.

Word Count: 2,444

Warnings: angst, violence, mentions of war, blood

A/N: I cannot apologize enough for keeping you waiting. Inspiration finally came and I could not be prouder of the result. I hope you enjoy!

If you happen to be a Latinx reader of mine, feel free to correct any language mistakes I may have made! In a rush to get this out, I didn’t have my friends proof the Spanish!

The last words you spoke to him are echoing in Steve’s ears as he considers his next.

Take care of my best friend.

Of course, Sam is one of his best friends, too. After coming out of the ice into a new millennium, Steve was fairly certain he would never relate to anyone or anything ever again. Then he met Sam.

Right from the start, there was this unspoken understanding. Two separate lives lived decades apart, but so very familiar. From a common bond, a friendship grew - a friendship that Steve knew he didn’t deserve. 

Sam was willing to risk it all for me and this is where it brought him.

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Snowed In

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary - Between a huge fight with Tony and a freak Nor'easter, your Christmas plans are ruined, but are they really?

Warnings - Fluff…probably a curse word or two

Word Count - 2.9K

Notes - This is just a bit of Christmas fluff I wrote a few years ago! Enjoy! 

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As you stood in the long line of people in the crowded airport, you thought back to November 1st when you’d had such high hopes for this Christmas season.  You’d been so excited for all of the Christmas movies and shopping and decorating and snow!  You knew you’d be going back home for the actual holiday, but the thought of snow covering the city and making the lights glow just a little bit brighter had made your heart so happy.  Then everything had fallen apart, all because of Tony Stark.

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parabellum | s.r.

Summary: “I know I’m asking a lot, but the price of freedom is high; it always has been. And it’s a price I’m willing to pay. And if I’m the only one, then so be it.” 

WARNINGS: This is dark and sad!! VIOLENCE!! There’s mentions of torture, blood, injuries, and there’s MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!!! I’m not kidding when I say there’s a lot. A LOT OF CALLBACKS/FORESHADOWING AND PARALLELS!!! SO keep an eye out for that, also swearing but thats the least of your worries Pairing: H.Y.D.R.A.!Steve x enhanced!Reader Word Count: 12k

A/N: This is for Nicola’s writing challenge over at @startrekkingaroundasgard​. My prompt was ‘a hero becomes a villain’. Also, this is what drove @wxntersoldiers​​ crazy last night but she hasn’t read the newest version yet so here we are (i added some extra dialogue n stuff babe)

“I don’t trust a guy without a dark side. Call me old-fashioned.”

“Well, let’s just say you haven’t seen it yet.”

They attack the Avengers Facility, snatch him between your fingers. 

It’s near midnight, you think, when they sneak into your room. They thrust a knife through your back, and Steve wakes to your screams.

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Memory Loss [1]: Found

Series Title:  Memory Loss

Chapter Title: Found

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  You find Captain America unconscious deep in the mountains. Despite your need to hide from the world and all the craziness that helping a superhero could bring into your life, you take him back to your cabin, tend to his wounds, and wait for him to regain consciousness. Because once he does, he can go back to his life and you can go back to yours. Right?

Characters:  Steve Rogers, Female Reader

Square Filled:  Steve’s Helmet

Word Count:  1530

Warnings:  canon typical injuries, mentions of blood, blood loss, 

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​ and SSB 2020. This will be a series. The idea for this came from my friend @ackeviddlestan​.

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Memory Loss [2]

Series Title:  Memory Loss [2]

Chapter Title:  Lost

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  Steve discovers a lot of things have changed. 

Memory Loss Masterlist

Characters:  Steve Rogers, Female Reader, Bucky Barnes (mentioned)

Square Filled:  Steve’s List

Word Count:  1585

Warnings:  angst, memory loss, mentions of wounds, some language

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​​ and SSB 2020

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Memory Loss [3]

Series Title:  Memory Loss [3]

Chapter Title: Funny How Things Work Out

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard​

Summary:  You try to figure out what you’re going to do with Captain Steve Rogers. Steve’s memories appear to be returning.

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Characters:  Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Square Filled:  Snuggling in Bed

Word Count:  1527

Warnings:  angst, lost memories, 

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​​ and SSB 2020.

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Let It Snow Chapter 2/4: But The Fire Is So Delightful

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Word Count: 5,485

Warnings: Dark!Steve Rogers, stalking, ABO dynamics, mating cycles/heat, nonconsensual somnophilia, masturbation, me taking extreme liberties with how ABO biology works, come eating (kind of), comeplay, and lots and lots of tension (18+ ONLY)

A/N: The much-anticipated second chapter is up! Sorry for the wait, it has been so busy lately. Thank you so much to my beta reader @jessieray98​!! She’s AMAZING!! Enjoy!!

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Memory Loss [4]: Not Yet

Series Title:  Memory Loss [4]

Chapter Title:  Not Yet

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  Steve’s memories are coming back faster than he can process them.

Memory Loss Masterlist

Characters:  Steve Rogers x female reader (eventual)

Square Filled:  Hologram

Word Count:  1828

Warnings:  Slight angst, angry Steve

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​ and SSB 2020. #SSB2020

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Cut Up

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Turns out, having a kid comes with a few heart attacks.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: None! Just floof. Maybe some spice at the end.

A/N: I’ve had this in my head for a week now, blame @heli0s-writes​ and her Bag of Tricks universe. But also thank her for reading this over for me and maximizing its chaoticness; you’re a gem, bb. This is pretty silly, which apparently is my new favorite way of writing Steve. It’s also very short. But there’s a bunch of fluff so it makes up for that. Let me know what you think, and enjoy! :) x

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The house is quiet.

Too quiet.

It would be fine if it were only Steve in the house, or you. The fact that it’s eleven-thirty in the morning and there’s a five-year-old having playtime in his room is what sets Steve on edge.

He gives it all of three minutes before his super-soldier-dad senses are tingling. Something’s wrong. Something is very, very wrong.

Steve’s mind goes through all the probable scenarios as to what happened before he decides the most logical explanation for why he’s not hearing his son scream up a storm is that aliens came back to Earth and targeted his kid. Naturally.

The reality of the situation is much more horrifying.

“Dada, look!”

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All I Want-part 5

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Characters- Professor! Rogers x Reader

Word Count- 2.9k

Warnings- Just some angsty feels. 

Author’s Note- Sorry this took so long. Life is life. Moving houses is not easy and getting back into writing was hard. No smut this time. Next time we’ll make some progress. 

Sitting at your desk, your teeth chattered and body shivered from the bone-deep chill that still clung to your skin. Your clothes hung on hooks dripping onto a towel on the floor.

You stared at the screen before you, trying to concentrate on your last paper. All you had to do was correct this, finish a presentation, and you would be done until finals.

But visions of long legs and blonde hair kept intruding on your thoughts, making attending to your task near impossible. Of course, she was the type of person he would be with. Sophisticated. Elegant. What were you compared to her?

Your own parents merely tolerated you. Why would Professor Rogers be any different? He could have any woman he wanted. Why would he want a college student who couldn’t even declare a major?

Closing your laptop, you promised yourself to finish your corrections tomorrow. Climbing into bed, you shivered as you pulled the covers high over your shoulders, ignoring the warm tears that flowed to your pillow.

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Steve sat across the table from Yvonne who sipped delicately at her white wine. His literary agent for over a year, she had helped him shop for a publisher and editor after he had proposed his book idea to her. He probably could have gotten published on his name alone but wanted to make sure his books fell into the right hands. And that those hands didn’t take advantage of him, his name, and his reputation.

“Well now that we’ve got all the chit chat out of the way…Don’t make me hunt you down again. It’s not like you to ignore my calls.” She stared intently, waiting for a reply.

She was right. It wasn’t like him. But neither was asking her to come to his office. He knew she would track him down if he ghosted her. “You’re right. I apologize. It was rude and thoughtless. I guess the end of the semester and deadlines just got to me.” He cut into his food, taking a bite into his mouth.

“Really?” Her eyebrows raised. “You sure it doesn’t have anything to do with your little go-for today? She looked like I killed her puppy.”

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Returning a Favor | A Marvel AU Fanfic, Chapter 1

Uhm, Ive never actually posted on tumblr before, and also never written about Marvel, so I hope if anyone even reads this, you will hopefully be nice ^^

So, anyways, this is a scene from an Idea I had, it takes place in the time between Spiderman Homecoming and Avengers Infinity War. If you like the idea or my writing style, make sure to let me know, so I can continue my Idea^^

I actually recommend to listen to some music while reading this, I suggest a dark academia, royal core playlist on youtube. (I think its suits this story the best, but you do you)

Okay I should stop blabbering, Lets go!

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Title of Chapter: Ballroom Talk

Word Count: 2,4k

Other Chapters: Ch.1, Ch.2

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The music hangs heavy in the air, as you leaned against the wooden railing of the staircase. Dozens of couples twirled and turned over the marble floor and the golden chandeliers, lit with real candles set the ballroom in a magnificent golden light. Golden specks of dust whirled through the air and the movement of the puffy skirts only made them twirl even more.

You looked down your crystal glass, hmm, empty. Sighing you placed your glass on the platter of a waiter that walked by you. Your gaze crossed the room, looking at the majestic oil paintings, probably worth thousands of dollars. Decadent.

Your eyes met brown. Great, the eyes you were trying to forget. You adverted your gaze and turned around, the skirt of your dress swaying as you made your way down the side of the ballroom, trying to get away. “Excuse me.”, said a voice behind you. You sighed.

“look, I don’t have time for this right now.” You turned around and he stood in front of you. Towering at least 2 feet over you normally, he now was eye to eye with you. Heels do seem have a good point. “I know, I’m really sorry, but I was told to do this.”, he said, so he knew too, that it was just an annoyance, rather than a mission. Gosh, he sounded so much like a teenager, it was almost embarrassing.

“I know too. But I am not joining your little team of ´Revengers´”, you painted quotation marks in the air and even though the half mask on his face managed to hide his emotion quite well, you were sure you could see him snarl. You chuckled lightly. “Let me guess, your friends are right out there, ready to crash the party any moment”. You nodded your head towards one of the stained-glass windows. “Okay, kiddo.”, you began. Actually, you weren’t quite sure how old he was, he seemed at least your age, if not older, but you liked the way it railed him up.

“I know that normally, we would have a nice fight of words and then your teammates come crashing in, saving you, because you obviously aren’t strong enough to handle me on your own. You and your friends set everything on fire, I get away and yet again you think you’ve won because you’ve killed another ten old bastards, that don’t mean anything to us. But you need the accomplishment, and we don’t want you to feel like you always destroy everything without any results. And yet you do.”

He opened his mouth, trying to defend himself, but you simply talk over him. “Let’s face it. You couldn’t find a point to start your search, so you thought you would show up here, thinking that we are dumb enough to not disguise a hidden meeting better than a ball. And you thought you could crash this meeting but then noticed, that it is a real ball. And now you want information, so they sent you in her, totally blending in with everybody here.” You reach for his neck and fix the collar of his button up.

“But now you noticed that there is no one important here, that actually has information. And I know that your teammates probably realised this, but I’m not quite sure if you are intelligent enough to do too, so I’m throwing you this bone.” You make an eccentric pause. “Peter, have you noticed that not even one important person is here.”, you pointed towards the dancefloor. “And you know why? Because there is a hidden meeting, but we all know that you and your little team aren’t even remotely clever enough to even think about this, so we sat up this ball. Of course, that’s not the only reason, its also to get rich old bastards on our side, feeding them with bacon wrapped dates and hors d´oeuvres and telling them that we are this”, you pinch your fingers together. “Close to curing cancer.”

“Are you serious?”, Peter brushes his hand trough his hair. “So this is all a setup to lead us into the false direction?”. “You look distressed”, you say and reach for the tablet of yet another waiter that walks by. “Here, try some of that, it will calm you down, but yes, this is just a setup”. You take the glass and press it into Peters’ hand. He doesn’t seem to pay attention to you though, his hand lays on his ear and the other, with the glass, he raised up to his mouth. “Did you hear that Mr Stark?”, he asked.

You try to swallow a giggle. “So, I was right”, you say and turn around, making your way down the corridor. “You really couldn’t think one step further and realise that we aren’t dumb enough to hide secret things better, tsk.”

It takes Peter a few seconds to notice you are leaving, but when he does, he is sprinting down the corridor after you. “Wait!”, he yells. “Come on Peter”, you answer annoyed, it comes out as a snarl. “Why are you so relentless? You had the mission to get information, I gave you information. Its not my fault that the information is that you suck”

“Hey! We don’t suck!”, he defends and jumps around, side to side, trying to move in front of you, but your massive skirt is blocking his way, making him dance around you. Though you must admit that even though this tight corset and the puffy skirt annoy you, you can’t seem to help but thank the 18th century fashion for making people stay away from you.

“Why don’t you just go back to your friends outside, because as you can see, there is nothing interesting here, just a bunch of old dudes, dancing with young and impressionable girls on the search for a rich sugar daddy”, You say. You are really done with this shit.

“I don’t think we have that what we want yet”, a voice came from in front of you. To be fair, you didn’t expect anybody else here, which made you stop in your tracks. You needed a Minute to calm your muscles again, trying to keep your masquerade on. “Oh, thank god”, Peter huffs out from behind you. Great, you are stuck.

You raise one side of your mouth to a smirk. “Captain America, didn’t expect to see you here. Thought you would be busy with squeezing yourself into those tight spandexes.”, you say. “Though I must say, tailcoats suit you much better, you should make them into your uniform, rather than that ridiculously patriotic Costume you always wear.” “I could say the same to you, oh, wait, you look like the wallpaper of my grandma exploded on you”, he says and grins. “Ouuh, burn”, You say mockingly. “You know you could just say you like me better without clothes”, You say and glance back over your shoulder. Only to find that Peter is blushing, you look back at Cap, he’s blushing too. Double kill.

“Well, if you would excuse me Gentleman, I’ve got a dinner date to keep”, You try to manoeuvre your skirt around Cap, but he positions himself right in front of you. “I don’t think so.”, he crosses his arms over his chest. “That’s not very nice, to keep a lady from following her plans”, You say and try once again, but he takes a step sideways, blocking your path yet again. “Let’s see it like this”, Cap begins. “You can either talk with me right now, or we will take this outside and you can see if you were right with the assumption that it takes more people than one to fight you.

You sigh. “Nice move, America. Taking advantage of the girl in heels, so it can’t run away.” You turn around and look at Peter. He has taken off his mask and you lock eyes with him. “Well then kiddo”, you say and open your hand. “Give me your glass, if you don’t use it, then don’t mind if I do” He hands you the wine glass and you throw your head back, downing it in one swift motion. You place the glass onto a side table and motion for Captain America to follow you. “You want to dance?”, you ask. He lifts an eyebrow. “So, you really wanna fight”, he asks. “Nah, not now. I mean it literally, if I have to spend more time here, then why don’t use it”

He turns around to look at Peter. “Go outside, I will meet you there, if I don’t come out in ten Minutes send them in” You can’t help but snicker at this and now its your turn to cross the arms over your chest. “Are you so afraid of me? The mighty Captain America- Oh wait, the mighty one was Thor, wasn’t it? Well anyways, I’m gonna spend the rest of my evening on the dance floor”

With those words you make your way back to the ball room. The music is still the same, eerily beautiful, like from an old historian drama. You reach the end of the hallway and look at the Captain. He reaches into the inside of his tailcoat and pulls out a velvet mask. “Glad to see you thought about bringing one yourself, I counted on the fact that I would have to lend you one of mine.” You tap onto your mask. A light beige, velvet half mask, adorned with blue pearls and light blue lace. It matched with your dress.

He holds out his elbow and you interlock your arm into his. You make your way to the dance floor, its not a formation dance, so you don’t stick out when you two join in in a free space. He places his hand on the side of your body and you reach out to place your hand in his. You begin the turn around the floor, not thinking about a choreography.

“Okay, Mr. America”, you say, now quieter, although the music and the chitter chatter all around you should make it hard for anybody else to hear your conversation. “You have this one dance, if you want to talk any longer, we will have to fight. And we both know that a fight will end in at least on person to be hurt. And I don’t know why, but I don’t think it will be me.”

He meets your stern gaze with just as much aversion. “I do think too that one dance is more than enough”. “By then, start your questions”. You turn outwards and twirl yourself back in under his arm. “Why are you doing this ball?”, he asks. “Like I said, its easier to have meetings that shall not be interrupted, if you have something where the people that could interrupt are occupied” “So, I guess that’s why you are here too, because they don’t want you to interrupt either?”, he asks and you can hear his intention right through. “I am really sorry, but I think we both know that you will not be able to question my loyalty”

He leaves your hand to place his on the other side of your waist and you place yours on his shoulders. With a swift motion he lifts you up as the music reaches its climax and with a turn puts you back down on your feet. “Next question”, you say. “You are running out of time”

“Why this masquerade?” You sigh. “I know, it’s very cliché isn’t it; I also don’t know why it has to be in this Victorian style, but I guess it should make the people here feel more at home, old people like old stuff, don’t they? But of course, I shouldn’t tell you about old stuff, I mean, you’re the 100-year-old” He rolls his eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant”. “Ugh, I know, you see, this is a disguise for a meeting, but its also a coming together of really rich people, and really rich people tend to do really bad stuff. Its easier to gather blackmail bait when people feel safe because of a mask that isn’t hiding anything.” “So, it’s a trick to steal money from the rich?” “No, its to steal Power from the rich. If you want to really win this game of power, you got to have the rich and powerful on your side, not only the handymen. And based on the facts I do know; you don’t even seem to have the handymen on your side. The Avengers, always there for the people”, you sigh mockingly. “but doing nothing more,  than leaving a trail of misery and destruction. Cut to the chase, what is really the reason you and your friends are here?”

“Where is the secret headquarters of Hydra?”, he asks, and you drop your smile. “Oh, straight to the point I guess”, You say and take a step away from him. He grabs your hands and pulls you back in, this time his hand lands on your back, holding you firmly in place. He leans down to your ear. For other people it must look like you are a couple, but the snarl in his voice is more than enough to find out the real affirmation between you two.

“Cut it, we know that you and your little crew have connections to hydra” You lean back, trying to bring space between you two and snarl back. “You should be careful who you make assumptions about, some people are not very happy to be affiliated with those people.” “Those people!?”, he gets louder. “Last time I remembered you blowing up a part of Siberia, destroying everything in a 100-mile radius. You are nothing better than Hydra.”

“I am not in affiliation with Hydra, but remember this for the next time we meet, America.”, you hiss and now you lean into him. “I will rip everything you love apart if you don’t keep your dirty hands of my business. And I think we both know that I won’t hesitate. But maybe I shouldn’t threaten you” You lean back and push against his chest, stepping away. “If you dare once again to interfere with my business, I will destroy everything any of you are fond of. Your little boy, Peter. This naïve and sweet boy. How about we start with him? Or maybe start with something that hurts. I come to know about a certain woman named… What was it? Peggy?”

With these words you turn around and storm of, you don’t hear footsteps behind you, and you are really sure that he won’t be following you.

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Returning A Favor | A Marvel AU Fanfic, Chapter 2

Sooooo, this is Chapter 2, I know that this one will not be very neccessary for the storyline, but I hope it will make it easier to understand things on the long run. So I hope you enjoy it and lets get to reading!

Of course youre very welcom to leave me a message if you want to help my better my writing skills or want me to continue this story

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Title of Chapter: The Maze and Underground

Word Count: 1,7k Words

Other Chapters: Ch.1, Ch. 2

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You make your way down the dim lit corridor. Every sound is blocked out, only the electric sizzle of the lights above you and your footsteps on the cobblestone below you. About 50 feet in down the hallway is a stone wall. You stop right in front of it and look to your right.

The tube lights hanging from the top of the tunnel flicker when you press your fingertip to a little control panel beside you. The wall emits a dark rumble and there’s and electric tension hanging in the air, as the façade of the stonewall changes into a metal one. The control panel beeps, and you reach out for the door that appeared in the middle of the wall.

Behind it the ruin like look of the tunnel outside is completely thrown overboard. Dark Marble tiles are arranged on the walls, only the ceiling is dressed in a dark obsidian, occasional lamps are set into the stone. Hallways spread out from the corridor in front of you like tree branches, you remember that when you first went through them a few years ago, you got lost. The hallways are a labyrinth itself, trying to confuse and misdirect everyone who is setting a foot in it.

You take the 21st aisle on the right down the corridor and walk down to the passage. The aisles are crooked, sometimes they coil like swirls and your favourite part, there are doors that lead to hidden aisles. The doors that actually lead to rooms can be counted on six hands and one of these rooms is yours.

The door is unlocked, it’s not really necessary to lock them, you know that no one would actually dare to walk around the maze itself but even if it was so, there is nothing in your room that is worth locking in. Yet you lock the door behind you. The walls are empty and cold, just like the outside. The room is dark, the only light illuminating the room coming from the devices that are stacked in the corner of the room. You press the light switch on the wall beside you and look around the room.

Its not big, not at all. About 170 square feet, but its enough to fit a bed, a small desk and a closet. On the left side of the room there’s a small recess, separated through a curtain, behind it there’s a sink a toilette. Showering is only possible on the overground levels of the building. You take the hair tie out of your hair and let it fall onto your shoulder. You sigh. This has not been the best day of your life you must admit. After you had left the gala you had made your way back to the headquarters.

The headquarters are actually a company. A gigantic Corporation of businessmen and women sitting in a large penthouse building in New York. And deep beneath the ground, accessible through a hidden elevator lies the headquarters. Well, about 3 miles away. The elevator leads to a hidden tunnel, connected to an underground hall, almost as big as an airplane hangar, separated on three different floors, each one as big as the other.

The Maze itself is in the Corporation headquarters in New York, one level higher than the tunnel to the Hangar. The Maze is the level for the rooms of the hidden people working for the Company, including You. People who are responsible for the things that should be hidden from the eyes of other people and too important to be out of sight.

So, when you had come there after the gala you were already expected. You exited the expensive Limousine, one of the many company cars, this one especially reserved for driving you wherever you want to go. “Y/N, I see you are back early, I assume you didn’t have time to actually complete your mission and speak to governor Kollan?”, deprecating words welcomed you back. “Mr. Racher”, you greeted back and couldn’t helped it but in matter of your outfit you offered a little bow. “Why are you here so early, what happened to your mission?” You gathered the layers of your skirt and walked past him.

He followed you up the stone steps in front of the building, catching up and opening one of the glass doors. You two go straight through the lobby, ignoring the Receptionists. Though they shed a simple “Welcome back, Mr” and they focused their gaze back on their Screens.

The security guards didn’t even spare a look to your outfit, of course not, everyone had spoken off the gala already weeks before the actual event. The Company is renowned for their extravagant Events.

You and Mr. Racher walked down the hallways of the Building, occasionally turning left or right, you kept silent. It is better to keep such talk from getting into the wrong ears. Finally, you arrived at a conference room. Mr. Racher pushed the doors open and walked in, you caught the door before it swung back into your face and entered behind him. It’s the same room you had been in when they put you into the dress.

“So Ms. Y/N, I remember you to be responsible for keeping an eye out for Governor Kollan.”, he crossed his arms and leaned onto a table. Mr Racher is a greying man, possibly over 50 but you can’t really tell, he has always the same expression on his face. The same face since you first had met him. He’s wearing a suit, a velvety dark green suit, though he now pulled off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

The door opened again, and three people walk in. Each one dressed in dark green clothes too, a simple pair of jeans and sweatshirts, matching masks cover their faces. They didn’t talk, but you recognized them from earlier in the day, they were the ones who stuck you into this dress. They silently circled around you and picked at your hair, jewellery and nig nags of your outfit, one of them settled themselves behind you and tugged at the cords of your corset. The third one picked at the seams on the side of you skirt, trying to get it off your body.

“I was indeed”, you said but took a moment to lift your arms over your head to make it easier, as the masked still pushed and pulled at your body. “But I was interrupted. The Avengers, they were there”. “Of course, they were, we invited them. Tony Stark is Leader of Stark enterprises, its only reasonable to send out invitations, even if we would rather see him off dead.”

You stepped out of the skirt that now pooled around your feet, just after that the petticoat underneath, leaving you only in your panties. “Not Stark, I know about him, he wasn’t there, he sent his little minion. I mean Captain America, he wanted to talk to me.” “Really? I didn’t see that coming, I’m sure the president would really like to hear about that. What did he want?”, although his words implied his interested, Mr Racher didn’t raise his voice, kept it monotone as always. You took a deep breath; they finally peeled the corset off your body. You didn’t mind standing half naked in the middle of the room, you’ve had to give up the privilege of intimacy years ago. “He wanted information about Hydra, I guess they’re still onto them.”

The Masked left the room, taken the dress and accessories with them. They left an outfit for you, simple, black. They never put you in the colours of the company. You pulled the tank top over your head and the simple yoga pants up. Slipping in the fleece jacket you tied your hair up in a ponytail, took a seat on the conference table and pulled on the socks and slippers they had also left. “As for the president, you don’t need to care about that Mr Racher.

I have a meeting with the president tomorrow morning, I will discuss the details of the evening with her personally. This is not your business anymore. I wish you a good night”, with that you swung yourself off the table and left the room. You took the next elevator to the basement level and swipe your card through the control panel. From there on you can only go deeper with a key card. On level 02 you stepped out and changed into the other elevator right next to it, down to the tunnel leading to the maze and off to your room.

Now you are sitting on your bed, the firm mattress beneath you. In your hand you hold a small mirror and with a wet wipe you try to wipe away the remains of the makeup you couldn’t get away in the bathroom. You had changed into a short pair of sweatpants and a simple bralette.

Surrender, you think and throw the wipe into the bucket on the other side of the room and place the mirror on the floor. You had killed the light and the room was dimly lit by the little lamp on your bedside table. Taken the cell phone off the table you check the new message you had received about two minutes ago. `Y/N, I expect you to deliver an in-depth report of the evening and your conversation with Mr Rogers. You will receive a new training schedule tomorrow morning and I expect you to prove a spotless attendance. – President Monroe.´

You throw the cell phone back on the beside table and take a glass out of the sideboard on the wall and pull the curtain to the side. You fill the glass with cold water. Well, there Is no warm water in the rooms. You open the medicine cabinet over the sink and take out the little box of pills. You take one, each morning, each night. You don’t exactly know what they are for, but you also don’t question the company anymore.

Back to your bed. You put out the light and pull your covers up to your chest. You let out a deep breath and close your eyes.

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Even Heaven Cries || Prologue

Word Count: 440

Warnings: none

Author: Rouge

He didn’t remember much.

He was certain of only one thing: he needed to find him. He had to find Bucky…

His injuries had healed, leaving little else but faint silvery scars where the bullets and metal hand had bitten into him. The serum’s boost to his immune system had saved him from an infection from the contaminated water, and mended the injuries quickly enough.

They could take everything he had. They could break everything he was. But still he would be rising from the ground, because he had a reason. Bucky….

 Steve stayed in his apartment in Washington only because firstly, he had to prepare everything. And secondly, he knew where does Steve live…

 He knew that search for his friend won’t be easy.

Bucky was an assassin and for sure he had his own ways to disappear when he only wanted to.

Sometimes Steve had an impression that someone was visiting his apartment during his absence. He wasn’t sure if that really happened, or if his own desperate hope was playing tricks on him. Steve could swore that sometimes he would return home to find something off; a paper on his desk moved a half-inch to the left, some drops of water by the sink, the blanket on the couch folded a bit differently than he remembered, and, most alarmingly, a single, minuscule drop of blood he’d found on the windowsill. He told himself it had to be Bucky, that he knew where he lived and could easily sneak in.

It sounded absurd even to him, but there was a tiny bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d wake up one day to find his friend at the door. A foolish hope, he knew it, but optimism was one thing that he never could quite shake. So he was leaving his window unlocked anyway, just in case he wasn’t as delusional as he feared.

 For most of the time, he just needed to be alone, to try and find Bucky on his own. He knew he was out there, somewhere, and he was determined to find him. 

Steve was, of course, esteeming the presence of Sam, who was trying to help him as much as he only could, but mostly Rogers preferred to work alone.

 He won't just conform, no matter how they shake his core.

He needed to fulfill his own vendetta. He had sworn to himself, that he will find everyone, who ever dared to put hands on Bucky.

They devastated his friend. His pal. His buddy. HIS BUCKY…

Victory was in his veins. He simply knew it.

And now revenge was about to begin.

Don’t Let Go || Part I

Words: 1118

Warnings: none

SUMMARY: You're being saved from death by Captain America himself. Is this a beginning of a serious relationship?

Author: Ailo

Cold. Everything is cold, and glow in a weird light.

You feel hands on your back, warmth seeping out from them and right into your shirt. “Hang on.” You can’t make out the last words, everything is a blur and your head, your head hurts like that one morning after you drank yourself under the table. Your whole body is shaken by shivers, you can’t seem to be able to stop shivering, even when you try to take deep breaths to settle your shoulders.

So cold… You're being lifted up. You know because your vision suddenly swarms, and you feel nauseous. “Stop that…” you say weekly to the one responsible for your sudden unwelcome state. You’re resting against something hard, bulky, warm, that beats in rhythm… You realize you’re being carried bride-style, the person’s arms you were in on your back and under your knees. You snuggle into the warmth, burrowing your face and the cold tip of your nose in the person’s neck. The one carrying you takes a sudden breath, heart-beat accelerating slightly against your side for a moment before returning back to its normal, steady beating. You don’t speak. Neither does the other, who just walks. Walks where exactly ? You can’t recall a destination being set, just being picked up and carried away.. and not in Disney princess style, as you can’t seem to be able to muster enough strength to open your tired eyes. Somewhere along the way, the other’s body heat having warmed you up during the walk, you fall asleep, gripping the person’s shirt tightly into your hands, like a man at sea would a life line. And you fall, fall slowly into slumber, the steady beating of the heart acting like a lullaby, the steady and regular pace of the other rocking you to sleep. And then everything turns to hell. You’re being put down to rest against a tree, the sound of gunshots ringing in your head. “Don’t worry” says a voice. You open your eyes, trying to get a glance of the person who you know has been taking care of you. “Everything is going to be all right… I’ll come find you after I get them off of our backs…” You can’t even nod, can’t even voice your acknowledgment to the person. You try harder to get your sight to focus and put a face on the voice. A man. That you can make out of the blur. The voice is that of a man. Yellow… a blond, then. His hair are disheveled… And then, out of nowhere, two blue orbs pop out. A blond with blue eyes then. A pretty shade of blue, at that, the color not cold but warm and making you want to trust those eyes… A smile, trying to hide the worry and the marks of fatigue on the man’s face. “I promise I’ll be back soon.” And then, nothing. He disappears from your vision. You can see the grey sky, heavy clouds announcing rain… It’s pretty, standing against the luscious green of the trees around you… Gunshots again. Yells. The sound of hand to hand combat. Bullets resonating against something metallic… You hope your blue eyed savior is alright. The gunshots stop. You start counting… 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi… You lose count after 13, when the first drops of rain fall down onto your face. Suddenly he is here again. Takes you back into his arms. “Miss me ?” he asks jokingly. “We’ll be safe soon.” You don’t care. Now you know you’ll be alright. You close your eyes, let out a content sigh and bury your nose in the man’s neck once more, drifting back to sleep, only this time completely letting go…

You hear a door opening and closing seconds later. You feel good… you’re on something soft… a mattress… You’re warm again, your head doesn’t hurt as much as before… There is a weight on your right hand. You open your eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the sunlight peaking through the curtains… You are faced by a wall. A white one.

A hospital then.

You turn your gaze to the right. The blond man is here, hands over your smaller one, head resting upon his arms. Has he been here since you were brought in?

He looks cute, with his hair still a mess. You move your left hand you put it in his hair. He wakes up, startled by the contact. Now that you can see his face, all disoriented from waking up, you decide he is even cuter. No… handsome is more the appropriate word. He his handsome. “Hi.”

“Hello.” You smile. He takes both your hands in his larger ones, gripping them tightly. “How are you?” he asks, looking you straight into the eyes. “Better than before. Thank you for saving me..” God, how cheesy you must sound.

Even to you it sounds like a line from the romantic comedies you used to watch with your friends in high-school. You’re cut in your train of thought, when you notice him blushing. “What about you? How are you?” “Fine.” he says, shrugging. “Did you eat?” “Yes, I had the nurse bring me a tray earlier…” “Why didn’t you leave?” you frown a bit. “Sorry?” he looks taken-aback. “Why are you still here?” you ask again. You mentally hit yourself for your choice of words as soon as you see his expression change, he now looks lost, like a puppy who had just been kicked by its owner. “I can leave if…” he tries to rise from his seat, hesitating. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just… I don’t understand why you’d choose to stay here while we don’t know each other.”

Fuck, you cursed in your thoughts. You are kinda pitiless to him now. And that man has saved your life.. He stiffens. “I… I don’t know… you just… I wanted to make sure…” “It’s alright.” You say softly, getting one your hands out from his grasp. You slowly put it on his cheek. “Thank you.” It’s his turn to smile now. And that smile is the cutest thing you've ever seen.

From the moment, I first saw you, knew my heart could not be free, man’s heart skips a beat, when those thoughts forms deep in his mind as he observes you carefully with his blue eyes. I couldn't left you there to die.

He remains silent however for a second.

“I've never asked you for your name..” blonde man esquires.

“Y/N” you say simply. “And does my savior has a name though?” you ask quietly, breaking the silence.

“Of course” he scoffs, blue eyes lighting up his face. “Steve. Steve Rogers.”

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