The Woman Out of Reality (Steve Rodgers x Reader)

⍟ Chapter 2 ⍟

You rolled your eyes and let out a long sigh before grabbing a microphone. You needed everyone to hear this loud and clear. "I was kidnapped from a reality where all this—" you gestured around at the chaos "—exists only in movies. Fury is Samuel L. Jackson there. And there's a guy named Josh Brolin in our reality—a dude who looks and sounds just like him." You paused, then moved on. "Which brings me to my next point: a guy named Thanos has been mind-controlling us. Right now, we're lucid. We're here to help destroy the army we sent. The others will explain the rest."

Just then, Tony walked in like he'd caught the memo. You handed him the mic, watching as he launched into the full explanation. And yes—he was definitely playing Gallica.

You glanced at Natasha with a tired smirk. "Natasha, can you bash Loki's and my heads on the table so we can finally get out of this misery?"

Loki's eyes widened, fear flickering across his face. You rolled your eyes. "Hold my hand, you big baby."

He hesitated, then grasped your hand tightly. With a quick, sharp motion, Nat slammed both your heads hard against the table. Half of the force was necessary; the other half felt intensely personal. You both let out pained grunts.

"Got it out," you muttered, rubbing your sore forehead. Natasha just nodded, expression unreadable.

Your mind feels lighter now—free from the constant hunger for power, the burning need for revenge, and even the desperate urge to escape. You glance over at Loki, who meets your gaze with a quiet nod of understanding.

"Uhm... is there a room where we can stay?" you ask softly. Natasha nods without hesitation and leads you both toward a quiet room, a small sanctuary amid the chaos.

As soon as you step through the door, the weight you've been carrying crashes down all at once. Overwhelmed, your defenses shatter, and you break down crying—raw, uncontrolled tears streaming freely. You're finally free, but the flood of emotions is almost too much to bear.After about five minutes of that. You look at Loki and you just kissed him on the lips. 

The others POV:

The others watched the camera feed, eyes widening in surprise. "Oh god, they're kissing," someone whispered.

A ripple of agreement passed through the room—everyone, even Hill and Fury, nodded silently. "We should give them some privacy," one finally said, and the rest fell quiet.

Your POV:

You and Loki found the shower, the warm water cascading over you both, steam swirling around your damp clothes. A soft moan escaped your lips as the heat settled against your skin. Loki pulled back slightly, eyes searching yours. "You sure you want to do this?"

You rolled your eyes with a smirk. "Loki, I haven't been touched like this in three whole months. I'm free now—I want to feel alive. Do you want this?"

A low growl rumbled from him as he lifted you effortlessly, peeling off your suit piece by piece with deliberate slowness. You mirrored him, removing his clothes just as carefully until only your undergarments remained. His little finger traced a teasing path from the curve beneath your breasts down to the pulse racing between your thighs. When he began rubbing gentle circles on your clit, a rush of electric pleasure shot through your body. You gripped his neck tightly, your breath hitching—letting him know just how good it felt.

Loki's lips trailed down your neck, his teeth nipping gently at the most sensitive spot, sending jolts of pleasure that made your clit throb even harder. "Loki, I'm gonna—" you stuttered, breath catching in your throat.

His emerald eyes locked onto yours, deep and unyielding, and you felt every word, every promise in that gaze. He kept tracing slow, deliberate circles, never breaking contact, until your body tensed, then released in waves of electric bliss.