Lydia's POV
When I woke up, I was in my bed at my base in my clothes. What was different? Everything that happened after my coma. Petey never met me at the driveway. He never took me out dancing or traveled with me. We never got married. I still have my old memories, but it was like they never happened. I was still pregnant, but it wasn't Pietro's. My best guess: Erik got a hold of my Quicksilver. Fast recap:
When I left the hospital, Wanda and Vision were there which leads me to believe that Petey's leaving caused them to return early. Steve took me dancing that night, even though neither of us were very good. He did it as a welcome home gift. I ended up getting the weird vision where I murder everyone and went to Asgard, only to have Steve show up and demand to get inside the cell with me because he didn't like having the glass as a separation. He told me everything that was happening and that he wanted me to stay in Asgard, for fear that I would get in the middle again and cause another turn. He told me that Bucky ran because he thought he caused the "freak out" the day I had the vision, which caused me to sadden a bit. Steve then confided in me his high chance of death now that he had Stark's team and Hydra against him, but I didn't want to think about that. I made a joke about him dying a virgin to lighten the mood but he took it seriously, causing him to add that to his fake bucket list and ask me to do the honors. I would hate to turn down a friend who needed my help, so I went with it. (NEXT PARAGRAPH IS OPTIONAL. SKIP TO THE ONE AFTER TO AVOID.)
"Please, Lyd. I don't want to leave here thinking 'what if'." Steve tried to convince me.
"But what about waiting for the right girl and marriage and all those things I know that you value?"
"The guy who wanted all that went in the ice 75 years ago. The person who came out knows that I may not get the chance to wait. If I didn't want to do this with the right girl I would have grabbed someone else to help me." He explained.
"So you're saying I'm the closest thing you have right now?"
"It may sound crazy but... yes, it appears so." Steve was clearly serious about this.
"Well, since it seems that Bucky is too fast to track down and may not even come back... I guess I can help a friend out." I told. Steve's eyes lit up,
"Great! I owe you big time."
"Trust me, Rogers. If anything, I owe you. It's boring as hell up here."
"So... I could just go back to the base and grab some sort of protection..." Steve suggested. I shook my head,
"Like a fine wine, I get better with age. In all my 80-something years I have never gotten pregnant... even when I really wanted to. I see no need to waste time." I told. He nodded and began to approach me.
"Any tips on how to get this going?"
"Well, kissing is always a great starter and from what Nat told me, you aren't very good at that. Maybe unclench your jaw and follow the movement of my lips until you get the hang of it. Um... once that goes on for a bit you can start on neck kissing... about three inches below my jaw is a good spot. Kissing, sucking, nibbling... those are good. Don't just dangle your arms, use them to your advantage. Maybe use your hands to grip my waist and pull me close. Once it gets a little heated you can be touchey. Overall: just do what comes natural, really. I'm sure you've gone through it in your mind a few times. If anything goes wrong, I'll let you know."
Rogers gave a slight nod and gently guided my waist into him.
"I'm not porcelain, Steve." I told him, looking up with a grin of approval.
"You know... I'm not as innocent as you people take me for." He said. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief.
"Prove it." I smile cheekily. He then yanks my thighs up and wraps my legs around him, causing me to fold my arms over the back of his neck for dear life. Before I could tighten my leg grip, he pushed me against the glass wall and kissed me roughly. Alright, he's proven himself. As I begin to kiss back, I run my hands over his back and through his hair. I wasn't sure whether or not to call Nat a liar because he was a good kisser. We may be terrible dancers but our lips moved in perfect harmony. After Steve's tongue explored my mouth, he moved his wet lips down to the spot I pointed out earlier. For a man of faith, his mouth was sinful. When he came up for air, he looked down and unbuttoned my jeans. Steve then gave them a quick tug, causing them to rip down the middle. What was once a pair of pants was now like two denim stockings. I guess he didn't have the patience to let me down. After repeating the process on my lace undies, he worked on the other side of my neck.
"This..." kiss "Is..." nibble "Amazing." Steve whispered loud enough for me to hear over my soft airy moans. I tightened the grip of my legs as he let go of my to unzip himself, causing a friction that felt like the magic on my neck. The temperature around us rose when he pressed me against the glass even harder to feel the friction on his side, making him let a raspy f-bomb leave his lips. It was a rare occurrence to hear Steve Rogers use the word "fuck", which meant I was doing something right. I wanted to hear it again, so I pressed my hips into him and grinded. I got my wish but this time with a slight "Oh" in front of it. After I had my fun for a bit, I knew he was ready to get to it. Steve pulled off his shirt and grabbed my hips, pushing himself into me. He took a moment for us to both get the feel of it before picking up a brute pace. The grinding from his upper pelvis made my entire body tingle. The grip I had on his waist loosened, giving him room to move back and forth but still tight enough to keep myself up on my own. Steve kept my back firmly planted on the wall as I kept my arms wrapped around his neck. I began tracing my finger over the left side of his neck to test where his spot was, causing goosebumps to form when I lightly grazed over the skin right below his jawline. Soft moans left my mouth before I licked my lips and began to kiss and suck on the spot I discovered, only taking short breaks to let out airy and shuttering swear words from the rubbing and trusting between my legs. I moved my focus to his ear, lightly nibbling the lobe and kissing underneath. I could tell he liked it due to his change in pitch as he said my name. The pace got faster and every muscle in my body tightened as we finished. Without letting me go, Steve carried me over to the table in the middle of the room and sat me down, pulling the halved pieces of cloth off of my legs.
After that I did as Steve wanted and stayed on Asgard for a month and a half. It wasn't until Thor told me that Rogers surrendered that I demanded to go home. When I got back, everything was the same as before but with three additional members and the disappearance of a good chunk of the team. I learned about Clint's family being assassinated and Bucky being virtually untraceable. He was too fast for us. The morning after, everything seemed to be the exact same as before the break in time. The place was empty, Bucky came back, and everyone came home and told us that Steve was shot. Clint diagnosed me as preggers and I realized that it was definitely Steve's so I got upset and went to bed. Clint came in and gave me the same peptalk as before so the rest of the night was the same. The next morning as the funeral, everything was the same except for what Bucky said before we left.
"you have a wonderful mother who will love you and take great care of you, even with your father being gone. I promise to help take care of you... for Steve."
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Brace Yourself (Sequel to "Consider Your Ass Saved")
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