One Stormy Night

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TW/CW: All characters are adults. If you're under 18 this is not for you.

Dubcon (there's no out and out talk about consent but the Fmc is a willing participant, to be safe adding it as a warning) Impact play. Sharing, DP, Rough Sex. Breath Play (kinda)

~ Katherine~

The rain pelted and battered roughly against the windows. Usually, storms like this would inspire a deep-seated fear that the glass would smash and nature would lay waste to me and everything around me. Don't get me wrong, a seed of that fear is still there but thanks to the reinforced glass of the compound, I can breathe a little easier.

I was lucky to be a member, well side member of the Avengers and due to my position, I was gifted a room in the compound among Earth's mightiest heroes. Having entered the academy after college and working my way through the agency I have made myself indispensable to Director Fury and Tony Stark. While many people are envious of my job and rank, it's a stressful job that means I'm in danger of burning out quickly. My whole being has suffered as a result. I have lost contact with all my close friends, my social life is in the toilet and boyfriends are a pipe dream. That being said life is entertaining enough around here and when Tony throws one of his parties I do let loose. Not too loose, these people are my co-workers after all.

Thunder boomed, followed by a strike of lightning and I whimpered under the covers. In this case, it's a force of nature responsible for the storm and not my team member, Thor. We haven't seen him in a while, not since he returned to Asgard to deal with, among other this, his errant brother, Loki. There's no way I'm going to sleep tonight, fear is running too rampant through my veins to settle. I look at the time, 3 a.m. It's not the worst time to head to the gym and tire myself out. I know I won't wake any other team members. I am one of only three who remain on the compound. Due to security protocols that is the number that must stay behind when others are on a mission. My work, being mostly behind the computer screen now, means I am usually left behind with whoever else needs the break. Superheroes need a vacation too.

Captain Steve Rogers and Sergeant Bucky Barnes are the two unfortunate team members who have the luck of being marooned here with me. They were fresh off a mission when the team was called back out so they had no choice. Not that they didn't try to go with the team, the look on their faces when they realized they were being left with me said it all. But, Tony shot them down, and Steve is a stickler for the rules so as much as it pissed him off to essentially be babysitting a normal person, he accepted it. Bucky, on the other head, voiced his ire and made me feel so small. Sure, I'm powerless and a "dime a dozen" but would it have killed him to hold off insulting me until I was at least out of the room? I don't know what his problem is with me but since he showed up, he has gone out of his way to let me know how much of an inconvenience I am. Steve, at least makes an effort to hide his dislike for me. He's polite like that.

I whip the sheets off me and stand, the flash of lightning casting eerie shadows around my room and fear once again icing my veins. There's no use in me tossing and turning, so gym it is. Hopefully, I exhaust myself enough to get a couple of hours of sleep. I throw my shoulder-length brown hair into a ponytail and pull out my trusty gym set, knee-length shorts, and matching top in vibrant pink. I like to pink, what can I say? I forego sneakers, settling on socks only. Padding out of my room, I pass the empty rooms that make up my floor, Steve and Bucky reside on the floor above me so at least there's no chance I'll run into them. Once the elevator opens up; I key in my id code and I'm quickly lowered to the gym. As I get closer, my ears prick up at the sound of something dropping to the floor.

I press myself flush to the wall and prowl silently closer to see what made that noise. I hope it's not an intruder because having to ask the two shithead super soldiers for help would kill me. Remaining in the shadows, I tiptoe closer and closer until I met with something that makes my stomach drop and my heart clench in my chest. Bucky is standing lifting weights I didn't even know existed effortlessly. His bare chest is glistening under the lights, coated in a light sheen of sweat, his jaw tight in concentration and his muscles flexing with the effort. Honestly, it's a pity he hates me because I would let him tear me apart in any other circumstances. I'm spellbound watching him work, getting lost in fantasies about that metal arm when he lets out a masculine grunt and aches bloom in that neglected spot between my thighs.