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Warnings: major character’s death,
slight cursing, a lot of sadness & angst
SUMMARY: Bucky’s still in a shock
after a misadventure, as a result of which Captain America has died. Reader’s
trying to comfort him, even when the fault is on Bucky’s side…
Author: Rouge
A/N: story has
been written for the writing challenge made by @letsimagineitall
It was painful to see
him like this. All you could do was embrace him and let the torrent of his
tears to soak through your shirt. You could feel him clench his fists, not
knowing whether to be mad or to give up hope all together. You could hear him
silently screaming, suffocating with each breath he took holding onto his
pride. You ran your fingers through his hair, time and time again, in an attempt
to calm the silent war within his mind.
“Everything’s gonna be alright, Buck.”
You slowly stroked his muscular shoulder trying to comfort him as much as it
was possible.
“Go away,
Y/N!”
Bucky pushed your hand away aa he rose from the couch and went apace to the
huge window with a view on the city below.
He leant his metal forearm against the glass and let out a loud sigh wiping his
tears off.
You hesitated. You weren’t sure how will he react, when you will try to get
close to him again. You good knew he was a ball of anger now.
But you found a courage and slowly rose from the couch. You headed towards him.
“Don’t, Y/N.”
It sounded like an order, so you stopped immediately.
“Bucky.. Darling…”
“Shut your fucking mouth, Y/N!”
Bucky yelled loudly and went out of the room.
Instinctively, you’ve followed him.
He slammed into the bathroom door. Bucky didn’t care if you saw. He just broke
down. The sobs punched through, ripping through his muscles, bones, and guts.
Man pressed his forehead against the grimy stall door and began to let his
heart yank in and out of his chest.
His life crumbled in his fingertips.
You weren’t scared at that point. You knew you have to do everything. To calm
him down.
“Bucky” you mumbled quietly as you approached him. Your hand was
placed on his nape where you stroked him. “Calm. Down. And talk with
me.”
You were kinda surprised, when he didn’t pull away from you.
And when he sank onto his knees, you did same, embracing his shoulders.
He sobbed into your chest unceasingly, hands clutching at your shirt. You held
him in silence, rocking him slowly as his tears soaked your chest. A tiny lapse
let him pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before he collapsed again,
his howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of
sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling him
back into the outstretched arms of his grief.
“Hush, Buck… It wasn’t your fault, darling” you said in the most
mild tone you could ever make.
“I wanna disappear” he whispered quietly as he breathed heavily.
“You should be pretending you don’t know me. You should stay away from me.
I’m dangerous. It would be better if you would just erase me from your life,
Y/N..”
“I can’t just forget you. That’s not how it works” you told him
unhesitatingly.
He closed his eyes, his head has rested on your laps.
As you were stroking his nape, you let your thoughts flow at ease.
Two days before was the saddest day ever.
Bucky has killed Captain America.
It was nothing more but a misadventure.
Both men were on the mission to Serbia. There, they branch has been attacked by
enemies. They were taken by surprise.
Bucky managed to escape from under the firing. Of course, he was trying to come
back for Steve. He found his pal, when Captain was attacked by heavily armed
enemy soldier.
Trying to help his friend, Bucky took the aim and shot. He was aiming to the
foe.
But the other one was much faster. Guy pulled Captain ahead, using him as a
shield.
The bullet went straight through Captain’s chest, piercing his aorta.
The second man disappeared, when the chaos has reigned.
Bucky, being in panic and shock, was about to do something to save his friend.
But it was too late…
“B.. Buck…”
“Hush.. Oh God, hush, Steve. You need to stay
conscious. Do you hear me? Focus. Natasha!!
For fuck’s sake! Quickly!”
Steve choked
with his own blood.
“Oh God! Steve! STEVE! Motherfucker, don’t ya
dare to close those eyes!”
Steve reached
hand placing it in Bucky’s metal arm.
“Don’t…. D… Blame.. Yourself..”
“Shut up, pal. You need to stay calm.
Everything’s gonna be alright!”
Steve closed
his eyes.
Bucky pressed
the wound on his friend’s chest with his bionic hand.
“No! No! No! Rogers, you old prick, don’t do
this to me!! Natasha!!! You fucking
bitch, move your fucking ass up here! Steve’s dying!”
“Buck.. Cold.”
Huge tears
rolled over Bucky’s cheeks.
“Steve. I beg you. Stay with me. You have to
stay with me, brother. I won’t make this without you! We’re brothers under the
Sun.. Remember?”
“Mmmmhmm… Ah.. ..It’s burning..”
Captain’s
voice was nothing but a quiet whisper, although his lips seemed to not move at
all.
“Hush, Steve, I’m with you, pal.. Oh God, what
I’ve done..”
“I won’t forget you…” Bucky, trembling all over his body,
reached with his metal fingers to Steve’s eyes and he slowly closed them down. “You’ll never be replaced…
Forgive me..”
Captain America has passed away in Bucky’s arms.
“I’m a monster. How can you even look at me?” his voice has broke
down. “I’m a fucking murderer. It will be better if you will forget me.
Forget us.”
“I won’t.”
This time you hissed angrily.
“You know I love you. No matter what. We are a couple. I’ll be with you
for good and for bad.”
He nuzzled to your knees.
“Look. Imma mess. I’ve let all those people down.. I’ve let myself down.
I’ve killed Captain. I’ve killed my friend.. I’ve murdered him…”
You wanted to slap him in the face. He was pissing you out with blaming
himself. It was an accident. And everyone knew it.
“I will never leave your side. We’re in this together.”
As you touched his yet wet cheek, he shivered under your touch.
“Will.. You won’t leave?” he raised his chin to look you in the eye.
“Never. And I won’t forget you. You’re the best thing in my life.”
He nodded.
You woke up in the middle of the night after a terrifying nightmare.
Instinctively and blindly, you touched the second part of your bed.
You let out a sigh of relief, when your hand rested on his bionic limb.
He was there. He didn’t run away.
It was a sign. That he was trusting you. That was the most important.
You knew a hard time was about to come.
But you were prepared. Not only for yourself.
Reader and Steve Rogers are on a walk, observing the color palette of
nature. At the end, Steve confesses, that he’s into Reader and asks her to be
his muse.
Author:
Rouge
A/N: This
story has been written for the writing challenge created by @fanlove-fandomlife
You stared at the leaves falling from the trees. It was quite
breathtaking, at the most. Utterly beautiful. First a green leaf, then shortly
afterwards a yellow leaf stained with bits of orange and green. They hit the
ground lightly, making no sound effects. You could stay there all day,
observing the utmost gorgeous pattern of the leaves dying off of the trees.
“Steve!”
you turned around.
Steve was sitting on the bench under huge, old willow, he was drawing in his
sketchbook.
“Yes, Y/N? What’s up?” he asked lazily, not taking his eyes from the
sketch he was making.
You rolled your eyes and walked to him slowly, still looking around with
admiration.
“Instead of drawing, you should take a look around, dear!” you
giggled happily, taking a seat next to him and putting your head onto his
shoulder. “Just look! Down they come like multicoloured rain. Golds, reds
and browns. They are a myriad of shapes and sizes, these leaves that clothed
the trees. Now they are discarded like last seasons fashions and left to become
part of the soil. But before that happens they make the most splendid mosaic
that is unique in all the world. And yet we’re here to witness it in this
moment, it’s so precious!” you were talking about leaves and colors like
it would be the last thing you’ll ever see.
Steve had made some more lines, before he closed his sketchbook.
He gave you a look and ruffled your bangs.
“Y/N, you’re too exaggerated sometimes.”
You frowned softly, pulling away from him.
“Why are you saying so?”
Blonde man pecked your lips.
“You put too much attention in such a fleeting stuff. You should focus on
more important things, Y/N.”
You rolled your eyes theatrically.
“Says the man, who could spend whole day by drawing” you cocked your
brew. “Steve, please. Stop being so stubborn and serious! Just live with a
moment!” you quickly got up from the bench and you grabbed him by his
sleeve. “C’mon! Let’s take a walk! You were drawing for last half an hour!
”
Reluctantly, Steve followed you, getting up and closing his sketchbook. Man
slipped it under his arm.
You grabbed his hand and pulled him down the alley.
Holding his palm, you were walking slowly by his side, looking around and
breathing with fresh, chill air.
“I’ve read the poems from before the war. They tell of trees changing
color, pumpkins and thanksgiving. It must have been nice back then. It sounds
like a cosy life” you broke the silence between you two.
Steve’s face changed within second.
He became so pensive, kind of a little smirk appeared in the corner of his full
lips.
“Yes. It was a cosy life..” he mumbled, but his voice was nothing more
then a whisper.
You gave his hand a firm squeeze.
“So now you should understand, what I find so interesting in observing the
nature. It’s so relaxing to me, letting all bad emotions disappear” you
explained shortly.
Steve only nodded, still overwhelmed by his memories.
You both continued your walk through the park.
Red, orange and yellow, in various different shades. All of them floating
gracefully on the soft breeze. It was as if a friendly hand was gently lowering
them to the ground. Whispers between these leaves filled the air, whispers and
mutters. The air was cool and crisp, like a refreshing drink of cool water
after hours in a desert. The breeze fluttered around, gently caressing
everything it touched with fingers that had been a comfort to so many over
their long, lonely years.
You were absorbing everything. The nature was simply breathtaking in her color
palette.
With a corner of your eye you’ve noticed, that Steve also was delighted by
variegation of the world.
Finally, you and Steve reached a small lake and it was where the alley has
ended.
A deep sense of serenity overcame both of you as you stared in rapture at the
expanse of blue that lay before you. Rays of lights danced delicately across
the water, birthed from the afternoon sun that both limited your sight and made
the view all the more beautiful.
Steve smiled gently, looking at you.
“Would you mind me, if I would ask you for something now?” he
inquired.
You eyed him carefully, not being sure, what has he wanted from you.
“Yes, I suppose…” you answered.
“Can I ask you to pose for me, Y/N?” the smile was still on his lips
and his cheeks blushed a bit.
You felt a heat on your cheeks within a second, so you turned your head to
watch the lake.
“I wouldn’t mind…” you whispered softly, trying to calm yourself
down.
You were sitting at the large rock on the shore of the lake patiently, waiting
for Steve to end his masterpiece.
“Can you turn your head a bit? Oh yes. Just like that.”
Steve was sitting on the ground, leaning his back against a tree trunk. He was
putting all the effort into his drawing.
“Have I ever told you, how much I adore your facial features, Y/N?”
Steve’s voice was soft like never before.
“Hihi, no, you haven’t” you giggled happily, covering your mouth with
a palm.
“Hey! Don’t move, Y/N! The lightning!” Steve chuckled tenderly, then
once again he focused on the draw.
“Yes, yes, sorry, my bad” you sent him a warm smile.
You were observing with a smile, how few little leaves fell down onto Steve’s
head. You couldn’t help and let out a short laughter.
“You look like a prince in the crown.”
Steve raised his chin a bit and narrowed his brows, then he reached to his hair
and his face has brighten up.
“Haha, very funny, Y/N!”
After some time, Steve rose from the ground and flicked his jeans from sand.
“Done. Wanna see?” he reached his sketchbook towards you.
Gladly, you got up from your place and approached blonde man. You took the
sketchbook into your hands and looked at the drawing he recently has made.
“Oh Gosh..” you mumbled. “It’s.. It’s beautiful, Steve!
But…”
You took a careful look at the drawing again and your heart stopped for a
second.
You were on the foreground, the lake was a background. He has drew you so
smoothly, emphasizing every attribute of your beauty.
In the left lower corner of the page you found a little dedication, which took
your breath away.
For my beloved Y/N. You’ve always been in my mind. With love, Steven
You’ve swallowed slowly, before you look into his eyes.
“Why you didn’t tell me earlier?” you asked quietly.
But Steve only took his sketchbook from your hands amd closed it, then he leant
down to you and he placed a lovingly kiss to your soft lips.
You were too shocked to protest and the truth was you either didn’t want to
protest…
You gave the kiss back, automatically pulling closer to his chest.
“How long?”
“Since the day I’ve met you, Y/N” Steve said sincerely, looking you
straight in the eyes. “As you can see, it took me so long to find a
courage.”
You nuzzled to his chest, feeling incredibly safe there.
“The most important, that you’ve finally found it so you could be honest
with me” you reached his jawline and stroked over his cheek.
“So.. In the light of new circumstances.. Would you go with me for a
date?” his cheeks were blushing hardly.
You nodded slightly.
“With a pleasure.”
You saw a little sparks of happiness into his beautiful blue eyes.
Your hand found his palm and you tangled your fingers with his.
“Let’s go back home, Mr Rogers the Artist” you chuckled.
He smirked on you, nodding, then Steve raised his chin to look at the autumnal
sunset, which was building on the horizon. Man squeezed your palm tightly, and
after that he let your hand free to wrap both his strong arms around you.
You hugged to him as closely as you could. You felt, how he has rested his chin
on the top of your head. He took a deep breath.
“I want this moment to last forever.”
You moved closer so that he felt your presence, yet stayed quiet, allowing him
to stay lost in the moment a while longer.
Hello! This is my another story written for Letsimagineitall’s Fall Writing Challenge (created by @letsimagineitall)
I tried my best and I hope you all will like the story. Enjoy!
Words: 2098
Warnings: smut, swearing, light abuse
SUMMARY: Reader has another sleepless night. She decides to call the only person she can count on. Frank Castle
Author: Cass
It was one of those nights, where you weren’t blessed by a
calm sleep.
Another whimper and another shiver have pulled you up from
inertness.
“Oh God…” you swiped your forehead from a cold
sweat and instinctively you reached for your phone. You dialed the number
blindly and you put phone to your ear.
When someone on the other side has picked up, you let out a
deep sigh. “How come I always end up calling you, when I can’t fall
asleep?”
“Don’t ask me, angel. What’s wrong, Y/N? Nightmares or
something’s happened?” Man muttered. “Y/N. Sorry, but I am… kinda
busy here.”
Frank muttered, holding his gun right to some man’s head.
Other guy was currently pinned to the ground by Frank’s heavy combat boot.
“Nightmares.”
Your voice has broke down and you started to cry. “I know.. I know, but…
Frank? Can you come? Please. I need you here.”
You good knew it’s fourth time in last two weeks, when
you’re bothering him with your own demons, but there was nothing else for you
to do.
Frank let out a deep sigh.
“Okay, just… you need to wait a bit. Try to calm down.”
When he hung up, other man smiled. “What… Have you
found someone for yourself? We will find her too.”
Frank only laughed shortly and shook his head. “Shut
the fuck up. She is just a friend and you won’t find anyone with bullet in your
head.” With those words he simply shot the man. He did the same with man
on a ground.
After that, he quickly left and went into the direction of
your flat.
“Okay. I will wait..” you whispered quietly, then
you put your phone down on the bedside table.
You knew you won’t be
able to fall asleep anymore, so you got up from bed and went downstairs to the
kitchen. You made yourself a cup of cappuccino and you took a seat at the
table, waiting at Frank.
Frank muttered something to himself, when he was on his way.
He good knew, what nightmares meant. He had those every
night and every time, when he was closing his eyes.
After few minutes, man reached your door.
He banged to them few times.
“Y/N, it’s me, open up.”
Frank said in his deep voice, waiting at door.
As you heard knocking, you jumped off the chair and wrapped
your lacy nightgown around you tightly.
You walked to the door, opening them.
“Frank!” you didn’t wait, you just wrapped arms around man’s neck and
you simply fell into his strong arms.
“Hey…”
He caught you into his arms.
Frank gently stroked your hair, hugging you. “Come on…. let’s get you to
bed. It’s late.” After those words, Frank simply picked you up.
He closed the door behind him and holding you tight in his
arms, man went to your bedroom.
While he was walking with you in his arms, you nuzzled your
head to his neck. “I knew you will come. You are so good to me.”
His strong arms had given you kind of a peace. You felt
secured. Like you’d belong here..
“There you go. Now… you should try to sleep. You are
not alone anymore.” Frank explained and slowly left bedroom.
He walked to your living room and flopped on a couch,
letting out a loud sigh.
But you still weren’t able to sleep so you got up and
rubbing your shoulders, you went downstairs to look for Frank.
Frank was sitting on couch, but suddenly he got up from his
seat and kicked a coffee table, growling loudly. Table, which was made from
glass, smashed against the wall, falling into thousands pieces.
Hearing the loud noise in the living room, you rushed there
immediately.
“Frank! Oh God, what has happened?!” you stopped
into a threshold, covering your mouth with shivering palm.
“Not your fucking business, Y/N!”
He yelled, looking at you with anger in his eyes.
“Get the fuck out of here to your room before you will get hurt and it’s
not a warning… It’s an order.”
“Frank… But…”
You took a little, shy step into the room.
“Let’s take a sit and talk.. What has happened? I am here for you.. Calm
down…”
He walked to you and grabbed your shoulder really tight.
“I said something! Most of the time I am here for you! Go to your room,
now!” He screamed at you, pushing you away.
You’ve lost balance and you simply fell onto floor, hitting
back of your head against a corner of the couch.
You couldn’t help. You started to cry loudly, choking with
tears.
Frank looked at you and took a deep breath.
He did this again… He was taking care of you since few
months now… And you were a witness and victim of his outburst.
Again.
It shouldn’t be like that. You let him
live here, when he was doing such a brutal and bad stuff.
Frank realized, what he had done and man slowly walked to
you. He got onto his knees.
“Y/N… I am sorry.”
At first, you’ve tried to push man away. But shortly after
you trembled and reached your hands to him, wrapping them around his waist.
“It’s okay.. You gotta fight with it..” you
whispered, slowly pulling closer to him. “You know, that I’m always by
your side.”
You slip head under his shoulder and hugged to Frank tight.
He hugged you back really tight.
“I’m so sorry… I… I shouldn’t.”
Frank whispered and nuzzled to your shoulder, moving his hand into your hair.
“Forgive me… please..”
“I had forgiven you long time ago.”
You raised your chin to look into his eyes.
“I know, who are you. I know what are you doing. I am
not condemning you. Not at all. You have always been so important to me.. So
are you also now…”
You leant up and you pressed your soft lips to his rough
ones.
Frank blinked suprised, but he kissed you back.
“You shouldn’t…” He whispered and gently stroked
your hair. “Let me… Let me take you back to bedroom… I… Your head…
I hope I didn’t hurt you..” Frank looked at you.
You slowly rose from the ground and rubbed the back of your
head. “It’s been a long evening. We both need some proper rest.”
He nodded, watching you.
Frank got up from the floor also and grabbed you by your
waist. He picked you up and walked with you back to your bedroom.
In your room, you took off your nightgown and you put it
onto the chair next to your wardrobe. “If you don’t mind.. You.. You can
stay here tonight, Frank.”
He smiled softly and nodded. “Not couch tonight, this
is a nice change. You don’t mind if I will… Right?” Frank asked before
he took off his t-shirt.
You simply shook your head, trying not to stare at his bare,
muscular chest for too long.
You quickly took your place in the bed, putting head on the pillow.
Frank took off his pants and slowly joined you in the bed.
He wrapped his big arm around your waist and nuzzled to your nape
A cold shiver ran down your spine and you knew he felt, how
you’ve reacted at his touch.
You placed your palm at his forearm.
“What have you been doing at the evening, before you came here?”
Frank gently touched your belly.
“You don’t really wanna know.”
He whispered and his rough lips touched your shoulder.
Man pulled you closer to his chest.
You purred quietly,
feeling how sensation was building up in your abdomen.
You turned your head a bit towards him. “I wanna know. C’mon.
I’m a big girl. I’ll take it.”
“You’re stubborn, aren’t you?” Frank sighed and
kissed your neck gently before he raised his head to look at you. “I
killed two motherfuckers.” He said simply. “I shot both in the head
right after your call.”
You were looking him into the eyes without a blink.
“I wouldn’t be able to kill..” you turned at your back, still looking
at him. “You’re so brave. It can be taken as inappropriate, but I do know
you have to do such things..”
You put hand onto his sharp jawline, pulling him into a
kiss.
“I was a soldier… Killing is normal for me.” He
had been explaining before man kissed you back. Frank wrapped both arms around
you and deepened the kiss, growling softly.
It’s been a while, since you had someone in your bed.
Of course, you and Frank were friends with benefits, but you both had sex very
seldom.
But this night you’ve wanted intimacy like never before.
You just pushed him back onto the mattress and you slowly
straddled him.
“You were working too hard lately. How much of associations have you made
in last two weeks, huh?” you put hands on his chest
“Please… Let’s not talk about such a stuff
here.”
He said and put his large hands on you hips, looking straight into your eyes.
It wasn’t easy for him, but he needed this. This closeness and intimacy.
Frank grabbed your nape and pulled you into a rough, strong
kiss.
You leant down and let him kiss you. You were running your
fingertips along his muscular shoulders, gently grinding against his virility.
rank moved his hands to your butt and gently moved his hips,
groaning softly.
Then he pushed you off of him and got on top of you, pinning you down to bed.
“I missed you…” He muttered and attacked your neck.
You opened your neck for him, while your hands traveled to
his back, scratching him. “Me either.”
He growled and bit your neck playfully, bucking his hips
into you.
“I want you…. I need you, so fucking much.”
Frank murmured and started to undress you.
You raised your hips so he could took your panties off.
“Then take what’s yours, soldier” you bite your lower lips, looking
straight at him.
Even through his boxers you could easily feel, how hard he got.
He took off your panties and tossed them on the floor, after
this he took off his boxers, letting out his yet hard cock.
Frank kissed you deeply and without warning pushed hardly
into you.
“Oh, fuck!” you screamed, spreading your legs
wider for him. “Oh God… It feels amazing!” you rolled your head
back.
His thrusts were strong and deep, just like his pace, which
was brutal. Frank was holding you tight, close to his chest.
You scratched his shoulders with your nails.
“Oh, yes, yes, fuck me, Frank! Shit, oh fuck, harder!” you were
screaming and moaning into his arms.
“Shut up.”
He growled and closed your mouth with kiss. Frank started to thrust even
harder, than he wrapped hand around your neck and squeezed it. He only looked
at you.
You rock your hips to meet his thrusts. You wrapped your
legs around his hips, so he could penetrate you deeper.
You licked you lips and then slipped hand between both of you to rub your
clitoris.
“Yea… Yeaaa, oh so good..” you rolled your eyes
back.
Frank squeezed your throat even harder.
“You like it… don’t you, slut?”
He muttered and growled loudly, feeling how he was getting closer to his
climax.
You rubbed your clit faster, nodding slightly.
“I fucking love it, soldier! I love, how nice your cock is stretching my
tight pussy!”
You moaned loudly, feeling, how your walls started to clench around his huge
length.
You reached to your boobs to squeeze them through your shirt.
“Oh shit, don’t stop! Don’t you dare to stop!
His movements became a little bit slower, Frank started to
thrust even deeper.
After few moves, Frank pushed his length as deep as he could
and he cum deep inside you, filling you up completely.
"Fuck, FRANK!”
You yelled his name loudly, biting his neck and leaving a love mark there. Your
nails scratched his back strongly as you cum hardly around his cock.
With legs still wrapped around him, you
were squealing, trying to catch a breath
Frank panted heavily, nuzzling to your neck. “That was
good.”
He said, trying to calm his breath.
He pulled out slowly and laid next to you, then pulled you
into a hug.
Instinctively, you put your head onto his chest, feeling how
you’re going down from your climax.
“Everytime..
Everytime, when I end calling to you, it’s worth it.” You murmured softly.
Frank only laughed and ruffled your hair. “Yep,
it’s always worth it.”
Hello! This is my story written for Bianca’s Autumn Writing Challenge (created by @fanlove-fandomlife)
I tried my best and I hope you all will like the story. Enjoy!
🎃 🦇
Words: 1758
Warnings: none
SUMMARY:
Pumpkin carving with Dr Strange
Author: Cass
“Well. I’m a doctor and I shouldn’t laugh, but…
Really? Pumpkins? I thought you have something different for me” Strange
shook his head in disbelief, his brow was raised as man was looking at you.
You frowned softly, looking at your mentor and rolled your
eyes annoyed.
“Yes, pumpkins. Come on. It’s October… Almost end of the month to be honest!
Halloween!” You jumped happily. “We have to get ready for it!”
“Y/N..” man sighed deeply, rubbing his temples.
“You always have been so stubborn. As you can see I’m kinda busy”
Stephen pointed at his desk, full of books and papers. “But I suppose I
can have a little break.”
You whimpered happily and hugged him tight.
„You can read and write later. Beside, we both know about your bad habit of
spending whole nights on working.”
You took his hand and pulled him to a kitchen.
You put one big pumpkin on a counter, humming happily.
“Look! This one is just perfect! We can carve this one… And later we can do
smaller one… I got only three, but they’ll look amazing in front of the
Sanctum.“
Stephen took a seat on the one of high chairs. A cunning
smile has crawled onto his lips.
"I see you’re prepared. But still scatty!” Strange let out a pearly
laugh. “Do you have a pumpkin carving tools?”
„Hey! I’m not scatty and yes. I do have tools.” You giggled.
“And! I have a keyhole Saw but… you need to open it… because I don’t have
enough strength.” You offered him saw. “Mentor? Shall you?” You asked with soft
smile.
Strange took a saw in his hands, but as soon as he did, he
put it down onto counter.
“It’s.. How to say it? Oh! Too mainstream for me” he grinned at you
and snapped his fingers.
The saw slowly floated up and became dependent several centimeters above the
counter.
You sat on high chair and giggled.
“Ohh yeees… for sure it is, Doctor.” You said and clapped your
hands, watching him.
“I can’t wait!”
“What pattern you would like to have on the biggest
pumpkin, Y/N?” Strange gave you a glance, smiling gently.
You hummed, thinking.
“A CAT! Like a big, angry cat, with its fur standing up!” You
explained. “I think it will be great, you know… Big, scary kitty
cat.”
You meowed and laughed shortly after.
Strange snapped his fingers once again and the saw started
its work.
Within several seconds the patter was ready.
“Is this what you have wanted?” Stephen stretched his fingers
delicately.
You blinked and looked at him in disbelieve.
“Stephen….”
You got up from your seat and took his hands in yours. “This is not about
magic, Mentor.” You explained and let his palms free.
You picked up the small pumpkin and handled it to him.
“Use your hands. It will be more fun.”
Stephen was hesitating for a moment.
“You good know that my hands aren’t as efficient as they used to be”
his voice was nothing more but a whisper.
“I know, but you still can give it a try… take your
time, do it slowly… Step by step.”
You said softly. “I know, that I’m just a student here and you are a
mentor… but trust me on this one.” You smiled and sat back on your
previous seat, taking other pumpkin into your hands, than you started to
prepare it for carving.
Man rubbed his beard and nodded slightly. “As they say,
if you won’t try, you’ll never know” he had been smirking at you before he
started his precise work.
You nodded, smiling widely.
“Exactly that, Mentor.”
It took you a while to get fully into your task, you were
watching Strange from time to time, but you never stopped your work. “How
it’s going?” You asked, looking at him.
“Like you see” Strange didn’t look at you, he was
focused on his work. Using a scraper, brunette was removing pulp from his
pumpkin.
“I told you that using hands will be better.” You
giggled and returned to working on your pumpkin.
After an hour you were done with your little masterpiece. It
was a simple design: big eyes and wide open mouth with sharp teeth.
“It looks like you, especially when you are angry at me…” You
picked it up and presented the pumpkin to Stephen.
“Y/N! Get back to study!” You growled deeply, trying to imitate your
mentor’s voice.
Strange couldn’t stop himself from laughing.
“Haha! Y/N! Am I that gloomy, huh?!” man poked your shoulder, shaking
his head.
He got up only to lean his upper body part on the counter.
“Don’t look at me like that, Y/N. I’m trying to do something more
advanced” his eyes were glowing mysteriously in the light of a lamp
hanging above your heads.
You laughed louder and nodded. “Not always, Mentor.
Mostly you look quite good!”
You blinked, watching him, than you cleared your throat.
“Umm… I will.. I will take cloak and I will go buy some good candles,
because we need to put them inside.”
“Don’t worry. I’m an old-fashioned man” his voice
was a mix of joy and proud. “Please, check the second cupboard counting
from the window.”
“Oh… Okay, okay.”
You nodded slowly and walked to the cupboard, you took a look into it.
You were looking for a while, but finally you found the
candles. “Got ‘em!” You yelled proudly with happiness
“C’mon. Let’s lit them” Strange waited until you set
candles into the pumpkins, then he snapped his fingers and in the same second
all candles have lit up.
You gasped gaily.
“WOW!!! I love that!” You jumped with excitement and hugged to
Stephen tightly.
Man wrapped his arm around you, he was holding his head up.
“I gotta say, I’m proud of myself.”
Stephen’s pumpkin had huge, rounded eyes and square mouth
with sharp, long teeth. But his pumpkin had also a floral ornaments all around
its oval.
You looked at his work. “WOW! You see?! I told you it
will be worth a try, and your hands weren’t a problem.” You uttered with a
voice full of pride.
“We should take them outside and arrange them in some nice way next to the
main gate.” You looked at him with smile.
“That’s the idea!” Stephen took the smaller pumpkin
into his hands.
The bigger one simply floated up in the air and started to levitate behind man,
following each of his steps.
You blinked and watched your mentor, it was a nice feeling
to see him that happy. You grabbed your pumpkin and followed Stephen outside.
You both walked outside through the main door.
Stephen took a look around, searching for a place to set pumpkins.
“Maybe there?” he pointed at the huge stone laying next to the alley.
“I think it’ll look right. What do you think, Y/N?”
You giggled and nodded your head.
“I think it will be great. Put the big one first, and then we’re gonna put
smaller next to it.” You said pointing at the place, that you thought will
be good.
Strange used his power to set the biggest pumpkin onto the
stone. He made few movements with his hands, causing the fallen leaves have
surrounded the certain point.
“Done.”
You clapped your hands eagerly as you finished setting your
pumpkin near the huge one. “Hooray! So… Mentor, I don’t want to keep you
away from your work anymore. You can go and do what you were doing
before.” You smiled at him.
“Oh! Thank you, ma’am, that in your magnanimity you’ve
let me go back to my work!” Strange placed hands on his hips, making
ironic grimace. Then, man bowed down. “Once again, thank you, ma’am!”
You laughed out loudly. “Thank you, Mentor! For making
my day.” You bowed down. “Thank you for help, for fun and for
wonderful time.” You said with great joy in your voice, being as ironic as
you only could
Sometimes it was like that.
Stephen Strange seemed to be very serious guy, standing hard on the ground. But
the truth was, that deep beneath the mask he was wearing almost for the whole
time, Stephen was a nice man, ready to play fool and prank people around him.
Strange whistled loudly.
Within few moments, his cloak has flew to him.
“Okay. Let’s see. You. Yes! You!” man looked at
his cloak.
Material shivered softly, when its owner was speaking.
“Show me. Which pumpkin is prettier? Huh? Mine? Or maybe the one that
belongs to Y/N?” Stephen chuckled darkly, being so sure of himself.
You shook your head in disbelieve. “Come on, cloak.
Show us who is better in carving pumpkins.” You said and shrugged.
Stephen crossed his arms on his chest.
“C’mon. We don’t have whole day!” he raised his voice a bit.
Cloak trembled. The crimson material flew to the place,
where the pumpkins were set.
After moment of hesitation, cloak pointed at your pumpkin.
You laughed loudly and hugged cloak, showing your tongue to
Stephen. “I knew it! I’m better!”
Strange paled, clenching his teeth.
“Oh!!! What’s that!? Even you’re against me?! I wasn’t expecting that! Bad
cloak!”
“No, no. You are a good cloak. Come on, let’s go
inside. It’s cold out here.” You sighed and shivered softly.
Stephen laughed loudly.
“Don’t worry, pal. I was joking.”
Man approached you and gave you a warm hug.
“This time the student outdid the master” brunette clapped his hands.
“And now.
Maybe a hot chocolate?” man offered you his arm.
You sighed deeply and nuzzled to him.
“Sounds like a great idea, Mentor. Let’s go inside.” You nodded your
head and took his arm.
But when you were heading to the Sanctum, the cloak decided
to take revenge for previous treatment.
Material disappeared somewhere.
You could see with the corner of your eye, how cloak disappears
in nearby bushes. You blinked a bit surprised.
“What’s going on, Y/N?” Strange stopped in a step,
glaring at you. “Wait. Have you seen..”
When man turned around to look for his cloak, the material was floating few
centimeters in front of him with its collar tightly wrapped around smaller
pumpkin.
“For Dormammu’s sake!!” Stephen yelled, automatically taking step
backward.
You only laughed and shook your head.
“You asked for this, Mentor. Let’s go inside… all three of us.” You
muttered, looking at cloak and its owner.
“Sure. It was a really nice experience for me”
Strange giggled a bit. “We definitely have to repeat this next year.”
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.”
Paper Panda 
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