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Maybe something soft with Sam? Patching up after a particularly intense fight. Can be either platonic or romantic. 😌

Sure thing, Anon!! Thank you for the request! Here's some Sam for you!

You sat on the bench inside the quinjet. You held your head in your head as you tried to catch your breath. The fight had been brutal, but by the skin of your teeth the team had won; another city saved, another villain foiled.

Tony set the jet to autopilot and huffed as he sank in his chair. Steve slept sitting up with his arms crossed and Nat scrolled through her phone while rubbing an ache in her knee.

Sam sat beside you and handed you a bottle of water.

“Thanks,” you tried to smile.

He nodded.

You’d chosen a seat away from the others. It helped to be alone and in the shadows, it was easier to wind down that way.

“You good?” Sam asked with what little energy he had left. “That was rough.”

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Anonymous asked:

Maybe something soft with Sam? Patching up after a particularly intense fight. Can be either platonic or romantic. 😌

Sure thing, Anon!! Thank you for the request! Here's some Sam for you!

You sat on the bench inside the quinjet. You held your head in your head as you tried to catch your breath. The fight had been brutal, but by the skin of your teeth the team had won; another city saved, another villain foiled.

Tony set the jet to autopilot and huffed as he sank in his chair. Steve slept sitting up with his arms crossed and Nat scrolled through her phone while rubbing an ache in her knee.

Sam sat beside you and handed you a bottle of water.

“Thanks,” you tried to smile.

He nodded.

You’d chosen a seat away from the others. It helped to be alone and in the shadows, it was easier to wind down that way.

“You good?” Sam asked with what little energy he had left. “That was rough.”

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What Happened in Belfast - Sam Wilson x Reader

Author’s Notes: Thanks Anon! I had fun writing this one!

Prompt: 8. I want my best friend back!

Word Count: 825

 “Y/N!” Sam ran to where you laid on the ground. He signaled Red Wing who took out the enemy with his gun fixed at your head.

 With him gone, Sam could focus on you. He pulled you to him as you tried to refill your lungs after getting the breath knocked out of you.

 “Are you okay?” he asked.

 You nodded and coughed until you were finally able to take a full breath.

 He pulled you close his and pressed his forehead to yours. “You scared me.”

 You looked at him. 

 He looked at you.

 You leaned forward and-

“Wilson! Y/L/N! What are you two doing?” Steve’s voice sounded strained on the coms.

 You pulled away fast from where your lips had nearly touched Sam’s. Your cheeks felt hot but you tried to play it off. “We should go.”

 Sam looked hurt but he nodded. “Yeah, we probably should. Listen, y/n-”

 You didn’t let him finish. You jumped up and ran towards the rest of the team. 

 “On my way!” you informed the team as you ran through the streets of Belfast.

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Flour Power- Sam Wilson x Reader(f)

Authors notes: This is the last request for my 600 Follower Celebration. Thanks so much Eliza!!

Prompt: Congrats on 600 followers 🎉💕Could you please write a drabble with Sam where they’re baking/cooking and it’s just really fluffy? Or if you don’t feel like that, maybe he takes her around New York for a day out? You can choose whichever you feel like writing 😊 I’m just in need of some fluffy Sam lol. And again, congtatsss!!! You totally deserve all the love and support ❤️ ~ Eliza

 Notes/Warnings: some anxiety, fluff

“Why do you have to do this?” Sam whined. He perched on the counter beside the sink and watched you grab item after item from the pantry.

 “Because,” You carefully placed the sugar, flour, eggs and vanilla extract on the granite surface. “I stress bake.”

 “Stress bake?” He grinned with raised eye brows, entertained at the thought. He swung his legs and his heels thudded against the cabinets beneath him.

 “Mhm.” You pulled out your cook book and flipped through the pages until you found the recipe you had in mind.

 “What’s got you stressed, babe?” He slid off the counter and stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He placed soft kisses on your neck and jaw and swayed gently from side to side.

 “Fury, contacted me.” You sighed.

Cause I could use some fluff today ☺️

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What Happened in Belfast - Sam Wilson x Reader

Author’s Notes: Thanks Anon! I had fun writing this one!

Prompt: 8. I want my best friend back!

Word Count: 825

 “Y/N!” Sam ran to where you laid on the ground. He signaled Red Wing who took out the enemy with his gun fixed at your head.

 With him gone, Sam could focus on you. He pulled you to him as you tried to refill your lungs after getting the breath knocked out of you.

 “Are you okay?” he asked.

 You nodded and coughed until you were finally able to take a full breath.

 He pulled you close his and pressed his forehead to yours. “You scared me.”

 You looked at him. 

 He looked at you.

 You leaned forward and-

“Wilson! Y/L/N! What are you two doing?” Steve’s voice sounded strained on the coms.

 You pulled away fast from where your lips had nearly touched Sam’s. Your cheeks felt hot but you tried to play it off. “We should go.”

 Sam looked hurt but he nodded. “Yeah, we probably should. Listen, y/n-”

 You didn’t let him finish. You jumped up and ran towards the rest of the team. 

 “On my way!” you informed the team as you ran through the streets of Belfast.

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Dear Sam (1)

[Sam Wilson x Reader]

Word Count: 1259

Summary: Two years after the snap, you’re still struggling with the loss of Sam Wilson.

Warnings: Grief, loss, anxiety, a brief therapy session

A/N: Not what I intended to write today, but it’s what was coming to me. This takes place between Infinity War and Endgame. So it’s sad, but… stick with me. This will just be a mini series, so it’ll get better soon.

It had been two years, seven months, and twenty-three days since you’d last seen Sam Wilson. Two years, to the day, since anyone had seen him. Two years since every last person on Earth had lost someone they loved in one single, shattering instant. For everyone else, this day, this anniversary, was particularly painful. There were small, commemorative events taking place all over the world. Memorials and monuments were unveiled. Speeches were given. Support groups hastily expanded their hours, bolstered their supplies of chairs and bad coffee to accommodate influxes of people seeking comfort, reassurance, answers any way they could get them.

Part of you wished you could join them, share the weight of grief, draw some catharsis from the morbid and distinct camaraderie of public mourning. But you didn’t. It didn’t feel right. Honest. Fair. Because sometimes… 

Sometimes you forgot Sam was even gone. 

He’d been lost to you long before he had disappeared for good. On the run, an international fugitive who could only show his love by staying as far away from you as possible, by refusing to implicate you in the mess he’d found himself embroiled in. 

And so most days you woke up unbothered by the coolness of the sheets and the smooth surface of the unused pillow beside you. On autopilot, you pulled only one plate from the cabinet, prepared single-serving meals, or stowed leftovers without a second thought. When you went to work, you left behind an empty apartment. You ate lunch alone. Fielded phone calls and texts from your mother, your neighbor, the new girl in HR. Your eyes didn’t linger of the thread long unused but never erased, the contact that used to fill your lock screen with silly nonsense and flirtation every afternoon. 

You’d lived so long without him that fighting through loneliness became second nature. In the back of your mind, you were still just waiting for the dust to settle, keeping everything in order until Sam could come back home to you.

But then the truth would sink in.

Inevitable, but gut-wrenching all the same.

Thanks, Sarah . . .

(I have full faith in you but also, your writing is absolutely amazing so I know I’m gonna get the feels the ENTIRE ride so.)

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Got Your Back - Sam Wilson Drabble

Authors Notes: So @csigeoblue​ mentioned that a Sam drabble would be cool and then I couldn’t get him outta my head and now this happened so…here ya go lol. This takes place during The Falcon and the Winter Soldier but there are no spoilers in this. (Also, it’s midnight here and I’m exhausted so please don’t hold any spelling errors against me..)

Word Count: 580

Notes/Warnings: Angst but not really, self doubt, a Bucky glare and mentions of knives (very briefly)

It had been three years on this neon Island. Three years of hiding and running from your government. All because you did the right thing. Sure, you released confidential information, but the “powers at be” needed to be held accountable for all the people they’d stepped on to get to the top.

You had to hide but it was worth it.

Until now.

You’d gotten word from Sharron that you may be having some company but she didn’t say who and what you didn’t expect was how they got there.

You’d heard a soft noise from your back bedroom. You grabbed the knives that you kept on your desk and carefully made your way down the hall. A figure moved past the cracked door and you threw the blade hard.

It clanged against metal and you heard someone swear.

Bucky ripped the bedroom door open with a glare.

“Wow, guys.” You said once you realized who it was. “Knock much?” You didn’t wait for any of them to respond. You only went back to the living room and to your computers.

Footsteps approached from behind.

“You’re supposed to hate me, you know?” You said not looking back at the man you knew was standing behind you. Sam had been a friend to you before the blip but you just knew he probably didn’t approve of your rogue intel dump.

Sam laughed out loud, making you frown and turn to look at him.

“Is that what this is?” He chuckled. “So, we doin’ this high school angst thing now? Okay, okay. Got it. You let me know when you grow outta that.” He grinned as he leaned against your desk.

“It’s not-”

“No, no- wait. Let me guess. ‘It’s not a phase, mom’!” Sam laughed again.

You waited for him to finish.

He regained his composure and looked at you with an expression that said he really did know what you meant.

“Look, I get it,” he said as he finally quit laughing. “I really do. It feels like the world is against you but, don’t project that onto people you know for a fact care about you. No matter what your insecurities may be. You know I’ve got your back. I don’t care what laws you broke. If you broke them, it was probably for a good reason.”

You nodded. “No one else sees it that way.”

“Who cares about everyone else? Did you do what was right?” He asked looking at you.

“Yes.” You said confidently.

“Then that’s all that matters. So you gotta be on the run for a bit but these things always work themselves out. Look at Bucky. Man was an international assassin and got a full pardon.”

“He really does hate me.” You said with raised brows. Bucky hadn’t exactly been friendly since the two of you met.

“Nah, that’s just his face. And he has a thing about the arm. You probably scratched the paint or something. He’ll get over it. That was scary accurate, though. You been taking lessons from Clint?”

That made you laugh. “No.” You were glad to see him again. You missed the way he didn’t put up with your bull. “Thanks, Sam.”

“Now look, I need your super computer skills so let’s order some pizza and recharge that mega brain of yours. Madripoor has been fun but I need you to find me and the dramatic duo a flight outta here…off the books.”

You smiled. “Now that’s something I can do.”

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Got Your Back - Sam Wilson Drabble

Authors Notes: So @csigeoblue​ mentioned that a Sam drabble would be cool and then I couldn’t get him outta my head and now this happened so...here ya go lol. This takes place during The Falcon and the Winter Soldier but there are no spoilers in this. (Also, it’s midnight here and I’m exhausted so please don’t hold any spelling errors against me..)

Word Count: 580

Notes/Warnings: Angst but not really, self doubt, a Bucky glare and mentions of knives (very briefly)

It had been three years on this neon Island. Three years of hiding and running from your government. All because you did the right thing. Sure, you released confidential information, but the “powers at be” needed to be held accountable for all the people they’d stepped on to get to the top.

You had to hide but it was worth it.

Until now.

You’d gotten word from Sharron that you may be having some company but she didn’t say who and what you didn’t expect was how they got there.

You’d heard a soft noise from your back bedroom. You grabbed the knives that you kept on your desk and carefully made your way down the hall. A figure moved past the cracked door and you threw the blade hard.

It clanged against metal and you heard someone swear.

Bucky ripped the bedroom door open with a glare.

“Wow, guys.” You said once you realized who it was. “Knock much?” You didn’t wait for any of them to respond. You only went back to the living room and to your computers.

Footsteps approached from behind.

“You’re supposed to hate me, you know?” You said not looking back at the man you knew was standing behind you. Sam had been a friend to you before the blip but you just knew he probably didn’t approve of your rogue intel dump.

Sam laughed out loud, making you frown and turn to look at him.

“Is that what this is?” He chuckled. “So, we doin’ this high school angst thing now? Okay, okay. Got it. You let me know when you grow outta that.” He grinned as he leaned against your desk.

“It’s not-”

“No, no- wait. Let me guess. ‘It’s not a phase, mom’!” Sam laughed again.

You waited for him to finish.

He regained his composure and looked at you with an expression that said he really did know what you meant.

“Look, I get it,” he said as he finally quit laughing. “I really do. It feels like the world is against you but, don’t project that onto people you know for a fact care about you. No matter what your insecurities may be. You know I’ve got your back. I don’t care what laws you broke. If you broke them, it was probably for a good reason.”

You nodded. “No one else sees it that way.”

“Who cares about everyone else? Did you do what was right?” He asked looking at you.

“Yes.” You said confidently.

“Then that’s all that matters. So you gotta be on the run for a bit but these things always work themselves out. Look at Bucky. Man was an international assassin and got a full pardon.”

“He really does hate me.” You said with raised brows. Bucky hadn’t exactly been friendly since the two of you met.

“Nah, that’s just his face. And he has a thing about the arm. You probably scratched the paint or something. He’ll get over it. That was scary accurate, though. You been taking lessons from Clint?”

That made you laugh. “No.” You were glad to see him again. You missed the way he didn’t put up with your bull. “Thanks, Sam.”

“Now look, I need your super computer skills so let’s order some pizza and recharge that mega brain of yours. Madripoor has been fun but I need you to find me and the dramatic duo a flight outta here...off the books.”

You smiled. “Now that’s something I can do.”

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Take A Chance (1)

[Sam Wilson x Reader]

Word Count: 604

Summary: Sam Wilson has unfortunately found himself crushing on a workaholic. At least he always knows where to find her.

Warnings: None

A/N: For @indominusregina​ who reminded me to sparkle

@star-spangled-bingo​ 2021 Square Fill: Free Space

Sam knew you’d be working late tonight. You almost always were. But this time he wouldn’t let it stop him from doing what he needed to do. He was a man on a mission: suited up in the jacket you’d once told him looked “especially dreamy” and armed with an overstuffed bag of takeout. For better or worse, he was going to tell you how he felt tonight.

As expected, you were glued to your computer when Sam slipped into your office after a half-assed knock. 

“Any way I could convince you to come back later?” you asked absently, eyes darting rapidly over the information filling the screen.

“Anyone ever tell you that you work too much?”

Oh em goodness. I love this so stinkin much!!! Amazing, Sarah!!!

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Date Night- Sam Wilson x Reader(f)

Request: Thanks Anon! 

“Can I request a lil Drabble/oneshot for the prompt thing 28+51 with the falcon”

Prompts : 28. “My parents asked about you.” + 51. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

Notes/Warnings: a little angst (sorry I can’t help myself) fluff

 “Sam,” You cracked open his bedroom door hoping it would help him hear you. “You ready?”

 Sam pulled the door open wide with a smile. “I’m always ready to spend time with you.” He winked. You rolled your eyes and chuckled but grabbed his hand to pull him through the tower.

 “Not that I’m ungrateful,” He continued as the two of you stood in the elevator. “But what spurred on tonight’s date?”

 “Sam,” You reprimanded.

 “I know, it’s not a date but ‘Sam and (Y/N)’s best friend movie and dinner night’ is kind of a mouthful.” He chuckled.

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Date Night- Sam Wilson x Reader(f)

Request: Thanks Anon! 

“Can I request a lil Drabble/oneshot for the prompt thing 28+51 with the falcon”

Prompts : 28. “My parents asked about you.” + 51. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

Notes/Warnings: a little angst (sorry I can’t help myself) fluff

 “Sam,” You cracked open his bedroom door hoping it would help him hear you. “You ready?”

 Sam pulled the door open wide with a smile. “I’m always ready to spend time with you.” He winked. You rolled your eyes and chuckled but grabbed his hand to pull him through the tower.

 “Not that I’m ungrateful,” He continued as the two of you stood in the elevator. “But what spurred on tonight’s date?”

 “Sam,” You reprimanded.

 “I know, it’s not a date but ‘Sam and (Y/N)’s best friend movie and dinner night’ is kind of a mouthful.” He chuckled.

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Date Night- Sam Wilson x Reader(f)

Request: Thanks Anon! 

“Can I request a lil Drabble/oneshot for the prompt thing 28+51 with the falcon”

Prompts : 28. “My parents asked about you.” + 51. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

Notes/Warnings: a little angst (sorry I can’t help myself) fluff

 “Sam,” You cracked open his bedroom door hoping it would help him hear you. “You ready?”

 Sam pulled the door open wide with a smile. “I’m always ready to spend time with you.” He winked. You rolled your eyes and chuckled but grabbed his hand to pull him through the tower.

 “Not that I’m ungrateful,” He continued as the two of you stood in the elevator. “But what spurred on tonight’s date?”

 “Sam,” You reprimanded.

 “I know, it’s not a date but ‘Sam and (Y/N)’s best friend movie and dinner night’ is kind of a mouthful.” He chuckled.

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Girls Night

 This was it, your first girls night in ages. You, Nat, Wanda and Maria had gone out for a nice dinner and drinks, nothing outrageous; you’d told your babysitters you’d be home around 10:30. But about halfway through the night you started to get hundreds of texts flooding your phone. Okay, hundreds was a dramatic way of putting it but still.

 It started about five minutes after you got your meal,

 Bucky:

    Hey, Lily is too young for Astro-Physics right?

 Tony:

    Ignore Barnes everything is fine.

 You chuckled to yourself and didnt reply to either of them. You would have had your husband watch Lily, it would have been ideal, but with him out of town you were left with no other option but earth’s mightiest heros to watch your toddler. Fifteen minutes later and…

  Sam:

    Okay, just so you know, Tony is going to have your walls re-painted. Lily and Steve got super into finger painting. There might be a Van Gogh in the hallway courtesy of the captain.

 You almost choaked but managed to keep a straight face at the table.

 “You good?” Wanda asked catching the brief struggled you’d had.

 “Yeah, I’m just starting to second guess my babysitting choices.” You chuckled.

 “Oh, no. What happened?” Maria asked taking a sip of her wine.

 “Nothing, I think.” You checked your phone for anymore texts and were relieved to see there were none.

 The evening continued on nicely and then came the dessert course.

 Bucky:

   Lily had mac n’ cheese for dinner with some carrots and peaches.

 Sam:

   What Bucky isn’t telling you is that he’s spoiled your daughter and also gave her three scoops of ice cream, popcorn and a half a snickers bar.

 Bucky:

   Sam talks to birds, you can’t believe a thing he says.

 You took a deep breath and ignored them. If she had that much sugar she should go crazy for a bit and then crash. It was fine. It’s gonna be fine.

 You and the girls got your check but decided to hit up a coffee shop since you didn’t have to be back for another hour and a half. You had just gotten your drink when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

 Thor:

  LADY MEG WE REQUIRE YOUR ASSISTANCE. THE SMALL CHILD NEEDS YOUR PRESENCE TO SLEEP. NO AMMOUNT OF MOVING PICTURES OR SOFT PLUSH ANIMALS HAS CURED HER TEARS.

 She was crying? Well, had Thor figured out how to turn off the caps lock on his phone, this would propbably seem less dramatic.

 “Ladies,” You said with a sigh.

 “They can’t handle it, can they?” Nat asked with a smirk.

 “No.” You smiled as everyone headed for the door. “And apparently Lily is crying.”

 “Poor thing.” Wanda cooed.

 Steve:

   What’s Lily’s favorite movie?

 Tony:

   If I promise to take her to Disney do you think she would calm down enough to go to sleep?

 Bucky:

   My mom used to give me a spoonfull of Gin to get me to go to sleep. Is that allowed?

 You panicked and fumbled to text Bucky back.

 FRIDAY:

   I’ve locked Mr. Barnes out of the liquor cabnets, the bar downstairs, and Mr. Stark’s personal collection.

 You sighed and braced yourself on Natasha showing them the texts that had stopped your heart. They thought it was funnier than you did.

 Steve:

   Meg, I’m so sorry. I’ve tried everything but she really wants you.

 - I’m headed back now. ETA 10 minutes. Tell her I’m coming and put on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. The one called “Little Parade”.

   Okay.

 You took a deep breath and looked out the window of the cab. Eight more minutes and you could hold your baby.

The cab ride was short and you found yourself almost sprinting to the elevators at Stark Tower. When the doors finally opened you followed the sound of Mickey and the gang and found Lily and the boys watching the T.V.

 Bucky was holding Lily and he whispered something in her ear. She snapped her head around and climbed out of his lap, running to your arms.

 You scooped her up and could see that she had been crying pretty hard. She held onto you pretty tight and within minutes was asleep on your shoulder.

 You thanked everyone for their help and took Lily to your room, tonight you’d snuggle your baby and make sure you were there when she woke up in the morning. She was your world and you’d give up ever going out again just to be with her.

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Date Night- Sam Wilson x Reader(f)

Request: Thanks Anon! 

“Can I request a lil Drabble/oneshot for the prompt thing 28+51 with the falcon”

Prompts : 28. “My parents asked about you.” + 51. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

Notes/Warnings: a little angst (sorry I can’t help myself) fluff

 “Sam,” You cracked open his bedroom door hoping it would help him hear you. “You ready?”

 Sam pulled the door open wide with a smile. “I’m always ready to spend time with you.” He winked. You rolled your eyes and chuckled but grabbed his hand to pull him through the tower.

 “Not that I’m ungrateful,” He continued as the two of you stood in the elevator. “But what spurred on tonight’s date?”

 “Sam,” You reprimanded.

 “I know, it’s not a date but ‘Sam and (Y/N)’s best friend movie and dinner night’ is kind of a mouthful.” He chuckled.

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Deep Dark Secret - Sam Wilson x Reader

Prompt: Sam fic prompt: You and Sam are on a mission together doing recon when you come across, and he learns of, your greatest fear.- @agentraven007  (It went a little askew of the prompt but here it is.)

Notes/Warnings: Character death, violence and mentions of past violence. This one gets pretty angsty, y’all…

 You made eye contact, bone chilling eye contact, and took off after him. The man was in dark clothes with a hood that covered most of his face but the headlights of a passing car revealed his terrible stare long enough for you to know that he had to be stopped.

 You peeled away from the rest of the team but Sam and Steve caught your rushed exit.

 Steve looked at Sam, silently wondering if Sam knew what was going on. He shook his head but turned to run after you.

 “You focus on the bad guys,” He told Steve, via the com in his ear. “I’ll find out what’s gotten into her.”

 Sam activated the mechanical wings on his back and lifted off the ground.

 “Sam,” Steve called from back with the team. “You got eyes on (y/n) yet?”

A little Sam reblog fpr the evening 😁

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Flour Power- Sam Wilson x Reader(f)

Authors notes: This is the last request for my 600 Follower Celebration. Thanks so much Eliza!!

Prompt: Congrats on 600 followers 🎉💕Could you please write a drabble with Sam where they're baking/cooking and it's just really fluffy? Or if you don't feel like that, maybe he takes her around New York for a day out? You can choose whichever you feel like writing 😊 I'm just in need of some fluffy Sam lol. And again, congtatsss!!! You totally deserve all the love and support ❤️ ~ Eliza

 Notes/Warnings: some anxiety, fluff

“Why do you have to do this?” Sam whined. He perched on the counter beside the sink and watched you grab item after item from the pantry.

 “Because,” You carefully placed the sugar, flour, eggs and vanilla extract on the granite surface. “I stress bake.”

 “Stress bake?” He grinned with raised eye brows, entertained at the thought. He swung his legs and his heels thudded against the cabinets beneath him.

 “Mhm.” You pulled out your cook book and flipped through the pages until you found the recipe you had in mind.

 “What’s got you stressed, babe?” He slid off the counter and stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He placed soft kisses on your neck and jaw and swayed gently from side to side.

 “Fury, contacted me.” You sighed.

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Back from the Dead- Sam Wilson x Reader(f)

Prompt: How about one where the reader catches Sam's attention whilst he is out something causing a chase to follow (I'm not sure how your gonna do this but have fun with it. powers, no powers, criminal I don't know). He tries to convince them to stop when they come out with assassin creed-like parkour skills and they just scale this building, escaping. He convinces the team to track her down only to find them on top of the tower. they've been living there for a while. shenanigans encouraged. Thanks!

Authors notes: This prompt was awesome! I loved writing this, it was so much fun!

Notes/Warnings: Character death(but not really) and a little fluff at the end :)

Sam’s morning runs were routine. Up at 5:30 shrug on some sweats and run a few blocks down to the small park near the Tower. He’d lap it at least three times and started to recognize his fellow early risers.

 There was the old lady who sat on the bench near the fountain, she liked to feed birds, as cliche as it was. Then, there was Mike, he walked his dog while he talked on the phone making all sorts of arrangement for his boss. He had caught him between calls one morning and that’s how he came to know his name. Sarah power walked with a double stroller stuffed with two toddlers who were in a trance from watching Blue’s Clues.

 And then there was the group of free runners who darted around the park’s rock sculptures and playgrounds. Sam enjoyed watching them if their paths crossed, especially the girl. There was one girl who looked older than the rest, she was in her mid to late twenties but kept up with the teens well.

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