Everything was fine before that weird
earthquake that happened so suddenly.
It was scary and confusing, you had no idea
what just happened, but you could see trough huge window of your and Matt’s
flat that it was bad, really, really bad.
But the most weird thing happened to Matt,
you watched him confused before he just ran out of flat, without saying
anything.
You spend hour watching the news in the tv,
than you decided to go to bed, even if you were really freaking out by this
earthquake, but you were too tired to stay up.
You slowly walked to bedroom and laid in
your and Matt’s bed, you couldn’t sleep. You were thinking what he was doing,
where was he, if he was okay.
Finally you fell asleep but you had been
quickly woken up by the sound of the door.
‘Matt’, You thought and quickly sat up on
bed to look into living room.
There he was, he looked so angry, all you
could hear was his panting. He tried to look trough first aid kit but he was
too angry, and he failed.
You watched, how Matt, full of anger pushed
box off of the table. You were surprised that he didn’t call you or didn’t try
to find you.
You quickly got up from bed and walked to him.
“Matt… Matt what are you doing? What’s
wrong with you?” You asked and started picking up stuff from the floor.
“[Y/N]… I am sorry. I just had to go… just,
I heard so many voices, screams, begging for help.” He said and sat on couch,
Matt slowly hide face into his hands. Then you could see why he was looking
trough aid kit, his knuckles were completely bruised even wounded in some places.
“You fought without anything on your
hands..” you said quietly and slowly raised up from the floor with aid kit in
your hands, Matt only nodded.
You sat next to him and took his hand into yours.
“Let me take care of this, Matty.” You
said quietly and he let you do with his hand whatever your have wanted.
You started slowly clean his fist off of
blood, you were really gently with his hands. You washed his hands precisely
and started carefully wrapping them in bandages.
“Next time… tell me where are you going,
and maybe… put on the suit again.” You said quietly.
Matt looked into your direction and nodded.
“I… I will… I need to do something. I’m
sorry, angel.” He said and took your face into his hands.
You nodded and gently nuzzled to his hands.
“I know… My devil.” You smiled sadly.
Matt kissed you gently.
“I need to go now…” He muttered and left.
“Love you, Angel!” He said before closing door.
“I love you too, devil.” You giggled sadly and
shook your head.
All he did was answer a simple question from a seven-year-old with big, brown eyes and curly hair.
“What’s your most favorite food?”
“Cheesecake,” Steve offered easily.
Her eyes grew impossibly larger on her face. “Really? My mommy told me it was broccoli.”
“Uh-” Steve stuttered, imagining hoards of angry parents swarming Avengers tower. “I love broccoli! I eat it whenever I can, but I’d do anything for a big slice of New York cheesecake. Even eat two plates of broccoli first!
The little girl smiled, satisfied with his answer.
“Hmm…” Steve heard behind him. He turned to see Natasha, Sam and Tony squinting at him. He sighed. Things were about to get real annoying real fast.
Xxx
Steve could reach out and grab the plate if he really wanted to, but he happened to know that Pepper’s favorite vase was in front of him. If he did reach out, Tony would lurch away and Steve would probably end up breaking the vase. He liked Pepper too much to do that to her.
“Say ‘please’!” Tony chides.
“No.”
“I know you want it. Come on, just say it.
“No! That’s my cheesecake, Tony. You stole it when I went to the bathroom.”
“Okay,” Tony says. Then he grins. “Say ‘Tony’s my favorite Avenger’, then.”
Steve rolls his eyes. Tony tries again. “Say ‘I hate freedom’.” Which just makes Steve roll his eyes once more. He sighs and turns to leave the room. Eventually Tony will get bored enough to leave his cheesecake alone. He went all the way to his favorite bakery in Brooklyn today to get it. He’s willing to wait to eat it in peace. He’s halfway to the doorway when he hears, “Okay, I’ll just eat it.”
Steve sprints back into the kitchen, getting up in Tony’s space so quickly that he takes a step backwards. Steve grits his teeth and makes the meanest face he can muster. “Tony’s my favorite Avenger.”
Tony’s eyebrows lift in surprise. “Thank you. Enjoy your cheesecake.” He hands Steve the plate and smiles.
Steve sneers and leaves the room, cheesecake in hand.
Xxx
“I need a favor,” Sam says.
“We need a favor,” Natasha corrects.
Steve looks up at his them, annoyed already. “What?”
“Well,” Sam starts. “You know how I go to the park in Harlem every Saturday with my old high school buddies? I may have entered an ultimate frisbee competition.”
“And I may have joined him last weekend and- Steve- the guy from the other team is an asshole. All of them are, actually.” Steve wonders for a second how Natasha found herself at a park in Harlem with Sam making competitive enemies, but he figures the story is too weird for even him to wrap his head around.
“And?”
“And we happen to know the guy who’s the world’s best frisbee player,” Natasha tells him, tilting her head and giving him an innocent smile.
“It’s not a frisbee-”
“It’s basically a frisbee, Steve,” Sam says. “Come on, help us out! It’s two against eight right now.”
Steve sighs and even though he already knows he’s going, he lies. “I don’t know.”
“I’ll buy you an entire cheesecake,” Natasha says quickly.
“I’ll have my mom make you another one!” Sam adds.
Steve smiles. “I could never resist one of Darlene’s cheesecakes. Count me in.”
Nat and Sam high five.
Xxx
Bucky nudges his shoulder. Steve groans, rolling over to stuff his face in the mattress. It can’t even be 7 in the morning yet. He’s pretty sure he just went to bed.
“Hey, punk. Wake up.”
“Ten more minutes.”
“We gotta go feed Natasha’s cat. You know we can’t be late. She’ll kill me. If I go alone, the cat will kill me. Wake up,” Bucky tells him. “Plus, I got you cheesecake for breakfast.”
Steve shoots out of bed. “Let’s go feed the cat from hell. Bring a napkin.”
Summary: After all scary events your life may become calm. Words: 1973 Warnings: none Author: Cass
You could see this. Sun rising on the sky, slowly changing black night into a bright day. Through small window you could see how they were preparing everything, one sight at the gallows made your stomach hurt. Just the imagine of you… hanging there made you sick. Your stomach hurt, your heart was beating faster, you had problems with catching a proper breath, your mind was one big mess.
“What will happen with me later?” “What my parents will say?” “This is the end..” “I don’t wanna die.” All those thoughts, they were loud like a war drum in your head.
You sat on the floor and pulled your legs to your chest, trying to calm yourself down.
“It’s okay… He is gonna come. He would never leave me. He loves me…” You kept repeating those words to calm down your mind.
And you were right. He was gonna come, but he had to plan everything. Ezio didn’t plan to kill whole prison to get you out. He wanted show everyone, that you are assassin’s property that no one can touch or hurt. They had to know that you were under their protection.
He wanted to prove you that you don’t need to be scared. His plan was simple. Assassins kill guards and he kill your executioner and get you, than make sure you will be safe.
You felt cold shivers going through your body when door to your cell hes been opened. Two guards smiled rudely at you. They grabbed your arm and dragged you out of cell. You tried your best to release yourself from their strong grips, you tried to kick and jerk but nothing helped, they were too strong for you.
They took you to the same place from last time… dark cell, few candles and the same old, wooden chair, stained with blood of others that had the “pleasure” to visit this place. You looked around when guards threw you onto this chair.
Then you saw him, he was a commandant of this place. He send you the same smile as guards before.
“Soo, I see you again… Listen, I’m sure you know what fate waits on you outside, so better talk now and I will change my decision”
“No! I will never betray my assassins! NEVER!”
Man only shook his head and slowly put on leather glows. You good knew what this meant…
Man smiled at you rising his hand. “Than suffer for your assassins, slut!” He said and hit you in the face.
The wave of pain moved through your body, even when range of pain was your cheek that become red and swollen from the force of impact. You felt tears in your eyes but you stayed as brave as you could, you saved assassin’s lifes not once. You were brave for them because you knew they will pay all their debts.
Hit, hit, hit another hit, hit after hit was aimed into your already aching face.
“Where are they! Where?! No one will come to safe you.”
Man growled and sighed heavily. He looked at you, all he saw was pathetic, beaten up woman.
“Take her, we will see each other later.” He said and looked away. Guards dragged you back to cell and closed door behind you.
You sighed and again looked outside, you saw how people started to gather up around the gallows. You felt like something squeeze your throat… was it again an imagine of you hanging there.
You felt like with every minute you were closer to your end. What if this man was right, what if they left you, what if this was really your end.
One thing made your heart stop… you saw them… older woman and man… You recognized them, your parents. Two the most important people in your life, people who gave you everything. You felt even worst.
You put your hand between bars and whimpered.
“Mamma! Papà!”
Somehow your mom looked into your direction, she quickly pulled her husband by hand and ran to your window.
“Dio mio! My child…”
She took your bruised hand and put it on her cheek.
“What have you done…”
“Is it true?! You really helped those assassins?!” Your father growled. “How could you? This is such a shame for us! For whole family!”
“Stop it! Looked at her.” Your mother yelled at him.
You looked at them both, with tears in eyes.
“I really… I didn’t… I wanted to… I had to… please forgive me.”
“There is no forgiveness for you.” Man said. “You deserve the same fate like every assassin.” He said and walked away.
Woman looked at you.
“Is it about him, about this man?” She asked looking at tears on your cheeks.
You only nodded feeling how words got stuck in your throat. “Yes… He is one of them, I was helping them. Sorry Madre, I love him.”
Woman smiled sadly and put hand between bars to stroke your cheek. “Mother always forgive, I love you my child.” She kissed your hand and slowly walked away.
You felt terrible, you just slide onto floor and started cry, you felt like you really changed.
They came for you, again two guards, they brought black cape for you. One of man put it around your shoulders and put hood on your head. They pushed you out of cell, but you didn’t break. You tried to keep some self pride. You walked, like a lady, listening to all screams, you didn’t pay attention to stuff that were threw into your direction.
You walked onto platform and listened how judge was reading your judgments. “Do you have anything to say before your die?” man asked.
You took deep breath.
“I did nothing wrong! I helped people that really needed this. People which we all need!” You yelled only to meet angry screams from people.
You looked at all of them, you saw your parents somewhere in the crowd. You mother was crying when your father stayed still.
Then you felt thick rope that executioner put onto your throat, he even didn’t take off hood from your head.
Suddenly there were some moves in crowd, white hoods! Your heart started beating faster, not from fear but happiness, now you felt safe. You watched how few guards disappeared and were replaced with assassins in guard’s uniforms. One of them winked at you when small knife threw from crowd, weakened rope.
“[Y/N] [Y/L/N], I sentence you to death!” judge yelled.
Your executioner pulled the lever.
The hole under you opened up but you just fell down because rope wasn’t now strong enough to hold your weight. You looked out from the hole to see Ezio quickly killing judge and executioner.
People watched everything terrified.
“People of Rome!”
He yelled and helped you get out from hole. “This woman is under my protection. You touch her – you’re gonna have to fight with me!” He yelled. “I wanna you all to know that. No matter who you are, normal citizen or a soldier. You can’t touch her!”
After that Ezio got onto his horse and helped you got there too. “Let’s go home” He said quietly.
Ezio jumped off of his horse and took you into his arms.
“What they have done to you?” He said and opened door to his hideout. There were few assassins, they all looked at you and with smile on their faces.
You could saw and feel how happy they were that they saw you again, you heard so many nice words from them. Your man only smiled at you.
“Let’s go take care of you.”
It took him few hours to fully wash your body and properly take care of you, every touch made you shiver.
Ezio gently touched your cheek “You are safe now. No one is gonna touch you ever again.” He said and kissed you softly. You only whimpered happily and kissed him back. Now you really felt safe like never before.
It took you two months to return to your condition. This two months some showed you how much you did for brotherhood, Sometimes you were walking next to Ezio but sometimes not. No matter of that you always could see ready breakfast, it wasn’t always perfect but you could see that assassins tried their best, they were always offering their help, they were bringing you flowers, they were making shopping for you. Assassins were coming to you only to check if you feel okay and to make sure you aren’t sick or hungry. It was so sweet from their side. Now you knew what you were for them.
But still the most important from them was your man, Ezio tried be with you as often as possible. You loved to lie down to sleep next to him and in the same way to wake up. He always made sure you fell okay and that all your injuries healed properly, he made sure you feel safe.
After few days you walked to Ezio and nuzzled to him.
“What are you doing?” You asked quietly.
He smiled and pulled you onto his laps.
“Just planning… I try to find something about Zaccheo [Y/L/N]” Ezio said and stroked your hair. “He is a Templar.”
You blinked and looked at him shocked. “Zaccheo [Y/L/N]…?”
Ezio only nodded. “Something’s wrong?”
“He… He is my father..” You said “But… But he can’t… I mean… God, it would explain his… his behavior two months ago… He was oddly happy that they will hang me…”
Ezio looked at you confused.
“What are you talking about..?”
“My parents found me right before execution. My father… He said that they should hang me because I worked with assassins.” You said. “But he… I would… I never thought that he may be a templar.”
“[Y/N]…” Ezio started, “I’m sorry but… I need to take care of him. He is dangerous… For all of us…” He said and touched your cheek gently. “I’m really sorry…”
Ezio spend whole night, calming you down but finally you started undstood. That this really needed to happen. You agreed and you did this because you decided to stay with assassins.
You watched how Ezio was leaving hideout to do “his mission”, you knew he was going to get your father. You were scared even when he promised he won’t touch your mother. You trusted him.
You didn’t sleep that night, you waited only to see him and to hear that he did this. When he returned, he looked weird.
“What happened.” You asked.
Ezio looked at you.
“Hey, So… It’s over, Just your father… He Said ‘I’m not afraid of death. I could see why The Order is important. You, assassins pull good people onto bad way. My daughter is a good example of it.’ I never..” Ezio Shivered ” I… i never thought about that in such way.”
You walked to him.
“Ezio… you all did nothing. I joined because I wanted to, no one forced me to anything.” You said and looked at him.
He smiled sadly and hugged you tightly.
“I love you… I will always protect you but… now I want you to pack some stuff. We are leaving Rome tomorrow’s morning. Don’t ask where we are going… you will see.” He said and kissed you.
You returned the kiss and nodded.
At morning you both were ready. Your horse followed Ezio’s horse. You had no idea where are you were going, but you honestly wanted to leave the city. Your direction was unknown but you were with your man and everything bad stayed in Rome. You felt good with this.
Since this day your life got crazy as hell but finally after long time everything become normal. Ezio took off his hood on forever and you became his wife.
A/N: Hi. Beast had inspired me to write
this little smut and I have to admit it was a great fun for me to write it.
Also, I was listening to the song with a nice climate (it’s my subjective
opinion of course). Schiller – I feel you♥
That night I went out, trying to get rid of all
my problems, trying to forget about them.
Plan was simple – get out to have a drink in local bar, maybe dance a bit and
then come back to home. And I almost accomplished all things I had on my list.
ALMOST.
I was sitting at the bar, in my tight black dress I used to wear only for
special occasions. But hell, wasn’t it a special occasion that I wanted to get
drunk to forget about that fucking asshole he used to call himself my boyfriend
and who had slept with my best friend? For me it was enough as a reason.
I had my red high hills on along with red leather jacket on my shoulders.
What? I wanted to look classy. Yes, I can agree that I might look a bit like a
cheap slut, but let’s be honest – every single girl has something from a slut
deep inside. It might be wild fantasies or the way you are dealing with your
sexuality, wearing strong makeup or defiant clothes. Sometimes you’re doing it
subconsciously, sometimes taking all responsibility for that. But yes. You want
to look good and to make men lose their heads for you. So did I.
When I was drinking my fourth glass of whiskey with cola, I felt someone was
watching me.
I gently looked around above my shoulder and I saw two men I was not expecting
to meet in such place.
Steven Grant Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes.
I send them a brief smile and I returned to sipping on my alcohol.
I still could feel their eyes on me. Hell, it was kinda… Exciting.
I felt how fast I was getting drunk. But suddenly my heart stopped within
second.
It was when I felt a rough hand on my tight.
“I feel you” strong voice whispered straight into my ear. His hot
breath hit back of my neck and I shivered slightly, feeling how excitement was
growing in me.
I bit my lover lip and held my breath for few seconds.
Few moments later I felt a pair of heated lips on my neck and I let out a quiet
moan.
I turned my head a bit to look at my left side.
I saw how Bucky was taking seat next to me at the one of high bar chairs.
“What are ya doin’ here alone, little one?” I heard same voice, which
I have heard earlier. I knew it was no one else but Steve Rogers. Captain
America himself.
“I’m having a nice evening” I smirked.
I cursed myself in my thoughts for that statement. It sounded like a confession
of a frustrated teenager.
“Oh, are ya?” Bucky laughed loudly, finishing his drink and putting
his glass on the counter. “It’s not a safe place, especially for such a
cutie.”
I looked into his pale blue eyes and gave a little nod.
“Maybe. But I’m a brave girl.”
I saw, how they exchanged glances between each other.
Second later I felt Steve’s chin on my bare shoulder. It scratched a bit
because of his beard.
“Mind to end this evening with us?” he asked, ending his sentence by
leaving a kiss on my earlobe. “You won’t regret it, sweetheart.”
I didn’t want to admit it in front of myself then, but his deep voice, the way
he was talking and the touch of his hand on my thigh just made me wet.
I only nodded, biting on my lower lip again.
“Tell us your name, babe” Bucky reached his metal hand towards me and
ran his metal fingers through my hair.
“Y/N” I said quietly, almost whispering.
“Y/N…. Perfect name for such a cutie..” Steve murmured deeply, his
lips still were on the back of my neck.
“Thanks, boys” I chuckled softly,
closing my eyes while I was finishing my whiskey.
“You won’t ask for our names, huh?” Steve’s hand traveled up my thigh
and after a while I felt like his fingers have been slipped under satin
material of my dress. I hummed lovingly.
I good knew he could easily tell by reactions of my body, that I was turned on.
All my muscles were tensed at that moment.
“I don’t have to ask. I know you. Both of you” my voice was nothing
more but a whisper. “James Barnes” I looked at Bucky, “and Steve
Rogers” I moved my hand to briefly ran my fingers along Steve’s hand,
which was still resting on my thigh.
“Well, well” Bucky smirked, slipping his metal fingers into his hair.
“As I see we’re recognizable up here, pal” Bucky’s blue eyes slided
over upper part of my body to stop at Steve’s steel one.
Cap sighed deeply, I felt the smell of strong cognac on my cheek.
“So, how it’s gonna be, babygirl?” Bucky leaned over to me and he
placed a short kiss on my lips, without any signs of hesitation. I didn’t
protest at all, just improved my position a bit.
I didn’t care if anyone was watching.
I didn’t pay attention to jealous gazes.
I didn’t want anything else but to go out of the bar and get laid with them. It
was my main goal.
I gave kiss back, as disjointed as it was.
I gasped for air, because Bucky left me breathless after that little kiss. I
wanted more.
I was a bit drunk. But I didn’t care.
I grabbed Bucky by a collar of his leather jacket and I pulled him closer to
me, then I slowly kissed his hot lips, enjoying the roughness of his beard at
my face. I decided to be more like a real coquette, so I let my tongue to be
slipped into his mouth boldly, and after his humming I could tell he liked
that.
At the same time I moaned quietly as I felt strong hand moving up my inner
thigh and second later I felt skillful fingers, which were playing with my lacy
panties. They have been slipped under material and I had to control myself from
groaning.
I was still kissing Bucky, my hand has been placed at one of his knees, I had
to support my body balance somehow and it was the most effective way to do so.
Bucky’s tongue was happily dancing with mine as Steve’s fingers were making
little circles around my yet dripping pussy.
When we ended the kiss, I felt Steve’s hand on my cheek. He forced me to turn
my head to him so he could taste my lips too. His kiss was strong and full of
passion.
I moaned quietly in his lips when I felt like his fingers have been taken away
from my pussy.
Steve looked at me and slowly but surely he placed his fingers which he used to
play with me into his mouth. Blonde man briefly licked over them, smiling at
his friend.
“C’mon. Don’t waste our time” Bucky winked at Steve and they both got
off their chairs. “Shall we, babe?” Bucky glanced at me.
He didn’t have to repeat twice.
“Sure” I also got up and took my little bag from the counter.
“Lead the way, guys.”
The air was stifling. Sweltering. Hazy with the aura of sex. The frenzied
gagging, slapping, and squelching along with animalistic growls, deep groans
and hoarse mewls resonated deafeningly through the otherwise silent compound.
The scent of my flowing arousal and the sounds of our carnal lust overflowed
from the confines of the room’s four walls; anyone on this side of the building
would all but see our frantic coupling.
My skin was damp. Dewy. Saturated with moisture from my own body as well as the
two frames I was crushed between. Saliva, sweat and slick. Perspiration dripped
from the hair that hung over Steve’s forehead. It ran down Bucky’s neck,
trickling through every crevice of his chiseled chest and abdomen. With every
push and pull, their fluids fell to mingle with my own. Spittle was forced from
my mouth with each plunge of Steve’s length into my mouth. His hand clamped
firmly onto the back of my neck, and every time he pushed himself into my
throat, more cascaded down my chin and neck. Bucky’s thick shaft drove into me
at a turbulent pace as his metal fingers rolled my clit, and my pleasure seeped
down my thighs.
The pain was present. Perfect. Clouding my mind and overwhelming my senses. The
effort to keep from being choked on Steve’s member stole my breath. Bucky’s
girth stretched my walls and ground deep against my cervix, making my body
thrash each time he sunk himself fully inside me. Each powerful drive of his
hips forced me into Steve, nearly strangling me on his cock. Their grips were
unforgiving. Both of Steve’s hands fisted my hair. Bucky’s fingers dug into my
shoulder. My roots strained and bruises formed on my skin as they played tug of
war with my body. It was so much. But not enough. It was never enough.
The end was furious. Ferocious. Bucky and Steve dragging me with them as they
ravenously chased the gratification of their insatiable hunger. Steve achieved
his high first. His heaving breaths became strained warnings.
His cock throbbed against my tongue and released spurt after spurt of thick cum
down my throat. He slumped forward, one bulging arm supporting his weight, and
his other hand held my neck unrelentingly until I had swallowed all he had
given me.
“Shit! Good girl. Such a good, good girl..” he groaned as he continued to
convulse above me. Finally he fell back onto his haunches, although his fingers
remained in my hair, stroking gently as I gasped for air. The moans now fell
unrestricted from my lips as Bucky neared his end, his thrusts becoming more
savage.
“Buck, flip her over.”
Bucky ignored him momentarily, his head falling backward as he gripped my hips
and pulled me back onto his length mercilessly. My arms came out from under me.
“Bucky. TURN HER OVER” Captain Rogers commanded again.
A feral growl ripped from Bucky’s throat as he wrenched himself from me. He
stepped off the bed and yanked me to the edge by my ankle, leaving yet another
bruise. Before I could draw another breath I was rolled onto my back with my
legs hooked over Bucky’s forearms. He grasped my hips, burying himself deep
inside my pulsating cunt. He was close. The brutal snaps of his hips became
erratic, his eyes squeezed closed and his mouth fell open. Steve fell beside
me. His fingers went to my bundle of nerves, pinching, rolling, circling. His
beautiful lips pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting. My back
arched off the bed and every muscle contracted. Bucky moaned in response.
“Oh God… Hell… Fuck, fuck babe!”
His guttural cries and his hot release spilling into me were enough.
I lost myself to the ecstasy, screaming both their names for anyone to hear.
“Bucky! Steve!” I was only able to cry their names, desperately.
Steve slid his fingers into my clenching cunt and drew every last euphoric
tremor from my body as Bucky continued to pulse within me. I shuddered one
final time as they both slipped from me, leaving me empty but completely
fulfilled. My eyes languidly drifted closed as Steve pulled my lips to his own.
He brushed his fingers over my cheek as he softly brought me back to reality.
Bucky fell to his knees at the foot of the bed. His thumbs danced over my hip
bones and he placed faint kisses across my stomach as he knelt there, thanking
me.
I basked in the satisfied exhaustion, relishing in their caresses. I felt Steve
move behind me, and I hummed as he hoisted me up, resting my back against his
hard chest. My head lolled to the side and his tongue trailed up my neck. Hot
breath blew over my dripping folds before Bucky’s teeth nipped at my inner
thigh, scratching my smooth skin with his rough beard.
I closed my eyes, smiling softly.
I knew it will be a long night. And fuck. I
have wanted it to last forever.
Summary: Your quiet life quickly get complicated Words: 1712 Warnings: none Author: Cass
It was a month since you met Ezio again and you two were together now.
You were happy. You finally felt alive.
Taking care of assassins was something good for you. You were busy but never alone, assassins appreciated your work.
Your duty was to take care of every Ezio’s assassin. Sometimes assassins were coming to you, they were sick or hurt. You were patching their wounds or you were making sure they will recover really quick from any sickness. It was hard, some assassins were stubborn as hell,sicknessa tough task to keep them in bed.
The nicest work was when assassins were coming to you to get something to eat. It was nice to cook for more than one person. You were cooking for everyone, for sick and hurt assassins and of course for hungry assassins
Sometimes it was hard. Some nights you had to stay awake. Just like one night when you peacefully slept in your bed, dressed only in your [Y/F/C] nightgown. Suddenly your arm was grabbed and sshakd.
“[Y/N] wake up… please…” You good knew this voice, it was Ezio.
You looked at him.
“What is it…?” You muttered and sat up, rubbing your eyes.
“We need your help..” He said and looked over his shoulder, shoulde same and looked behind him. Two of his assassins were holding the third man. He was badly hurt… really really badly. You blinked in shock and looked back at Ezio. “Something has went wrong? Take him to free room, undress him, Ezio, take my bag and go with them… I will dress up and join you really quickly.” You only said and everyone listened to you. Taking care of assassin’s wounds took you many hours.
You spend whole night, sitting on bed next to the hurt man, making sure everything is okay.
Ezio walked into room.
“Tesoro… come to bed, you need some rest.”
You only shook your head.
“I will be fine. I need to make sure… that he won’t die.”
Man only sighed and walked to you, he kissed your forehead, stroking your cheek.
“Bene, but please as soon as he will be fine. You have to take care of yourself. Buona note.”
“Buona note, my love.” You said quietly.
It was the worst night ever but you loved this work, many assassins were thankful because you saved their lives. You often talked with your friend who was a doctor, he was teaching you new stuff what made you only better in your work.
You also felt happy from different reason and it was because you were with Ezio, you two were together and this made you really happy. He was always making sure you are safe. No matter what it was, a walk, small trip for shopping, meeting with friends, always two assassins were somewhere close, keeping their eyes on you.
Ezio even made sure, that you got your choker. Simple black ribbon with silver assassin’s emblem.
This was your life now. No matter how hard it was sometimes, you loved it in the way it was.
You were walking around your living room, reading book. Nothing interesting, some medical stuff from your friend. You were just walking and repeating words from pages, you were trying your best to memorize them.
Suddenly someone grabbed your waist and picked you up, you let out a loud, scared whimper and you were scared until you saw who it was.
It was Ezio with happy smile on his face, you looked at him and laughed. “Ezio… Don’t scare me like this, please.”
“Scusami.” He said simply and kissed you.
You kissed him back and slowly took off his hood. “I missed you…” You said quietly.
Ezio put you back onto floor and hugged you tightly. “I missed you too so much.” He tried to hug you even tighter but he only hissed.
You blinked surprised, than you looked at him, frowning. “What did you do?” You asked angrily.
“Me? Nothing!” He said and smiled at you, “alright, alright… I just got stabbed few time.”
You rolled your eyes annoyed. “Sit.” You growled and went to find your bag.
Ezio sat down on your bed. “Don’t be mad, mi amore.” He said and started undress himself.
“Il mio bel, idiota.” You growled and stared dressing his wounds.
“They started looking for you…” Ezio looked at you, he seemed to be worried.
You were gently cleaning his woubes, you looked at him. “For me…?”
“Well… Not particulary but they know that there is someone in the city. Someone who helps us, they slowly try to look for this person…”
You shivered. “But… what I will do now..” You said deeply scared. You were brave, but not brave enough to stand still about possibility of being captured.
“Don’t worry, you will be safe. I premise.”
~~ Few days later~~
You took your basket and left your house. You walked trough calm streets of Rome, looking around at houses, people, at the whole world which was surrounding you.
You felt a bit weird. Ezio left you again to take care of some ‘important stuff’, you hated it because he was always leaving you under care of his assassins and the truth was you needed him the most.
You looked around, this weird feeling on the back of your neck was still presence. No one, only two assassins on the roof, but around you… no one. No suspicious people. You took deep scared breath and continued your walk, no matter how fast you were walking this feeling didn’t left you. For sure it wasn’t because of assassins, you were already used to their presence, it was something different and you could felt it in your bones. You only shook your head and walked even faster to do shopping and go back to home as quick as it was possible. Was it paranoia or you just lost the habit of feeling good around normal people, knowing your position now?
You got everything that you needed, Some food, medicines and fabrics. You were looking around whole time. But no one was after you, all you could see were people, normal people and guards that were walking around the streets. Everything was extraordinary.
“I think it’s paranoia..” You muttered to yourself when you opened door to your house. It was when you saw both of your “protectors” on the ground, they were probably dead, but this wasn’t the thing that scared you the most.
There was five heavily armoured soldiers and their captain. Man looked at you hardly. “As I can see, we were right. This place really is an assassin’s hideout, and you need to be their “famous” slut.”
Man growled, walking closer to you. “You are arrested. As a traitor!” man ripped off necklace from your neck.
You wanted to fight, oh so badly, but you know you had no chance. If you would start a fight, you would die. Being arrested was ‘better’ option in your situation. You only looked at man, growling under your breath.
He smiled and grabbed your cheek. “You won’t try be so strong later.” Man said. “Take her!” He ordered to his men and left your house.
Soldiers were really harsh with you. They put tight rough ropes on your hands and pushed you out of the house.
The walk to the prison… was terrible, every person, no matter if you know these people or not. They were looking at you, frowning, whispering between each others, turning their back to you.
You felt bad but, you also knew you were doing the right thing. No matter what people were thinking.
People in prison tried to pull out information from you. Cold water, beating up, intimidation… nothing made you talk. Maybe it was a mistake for you not to talk, but you knew you had to stay loyal to Assassins.
By the end of the day you were threw into a small cell, filled with mud and old hay. Your once beautiful dress was destroyed, your hair was a mess, your face was completely devastated, just like the rest of your body.
You whimpered, when you tried to got up from floor, but all you could do was getting onto your knees and hands. You looked around and saw an old matters, stained with blood and with other fluids you didn’t want to know about.
You forced yourself to move. You slowly laid down on your new ‘bed’ thinking about what will happen next. Will Ezio return on time? Or maybe his assassins will make him go back… or maybe they will help you? Maybe you will die here? What will happen tomorrow? What they will do to you next time?
All those questions filled your head, you were scared, but also full of faith, even when strong pain was filling your body.
Next day everything has been repeated: tortures, questions, tortures, questions… over and over again.
In the end of the day, you were just laying on your bed, listening to screams and guard’s talks. The thing that you heard frizzed your blood.
“What with that assassin’s woman. The one that was helping them?” “You didn’t heard. She don’t want to talk. She will be hanged tomorrow.” “Why so quick?” “Captain is mad. I think he has a plan. I have no idea.”
You could feel tears in your eyes you didn’t want to break down, especially not now…
“Where is she?!” Ezio yelled loudly. His voice was full of fear and anger, his eyes were full of rage. “How could you let something like this happen to her!?”
Assassins that were supposed to protect you looked at each other, one of them started to talk.
“We… We tried, but…”
“They were awaiting…” The other one finished. “We didn’t have any chances..”
“Imbecilli! You two have to find her. And tell me where is she. Understand?” He asked frowning.
Both man nodded and quickly ran out of house.
Ezio sighed heavily and looked around your devastated house. He felt so bad now, just every place reminded him about every single good moment with you.
He slowly sat down and rubbed his face.
“I will find you… I promise.” He said quietly to himself, clenching his hands into a fists.
A/N: Hey guys. I just wanna say that writing of next part… may take a while… Reason:
I’m really sorry guys but I want finish game when I still have too much of free time but I promise I will try write as fast as I will be able to 😉
What would happen if Black Widow and Elektra fought? Lauren Mary Kim (Elektra’s stunt double in “Daredevil”) created this fight with Amy Johnston (Scarlet Johansson’s “Avengers” stunt double) to find out. It’s an amazing fight. Lauren Mary Kim is quite the choreographer.
Best fight I’ve seen in a WHILE, and they didn’t have to cut on every hit!
Paper Panda 
You must be logged in to post a comment.