Worship Her - Steve Rogers (AU)

Chapter 18

Six Months Later

Maggie's steps quick as she strode confidently into the stadium to make her way backstage, greeting the roadies whose names she now knew off by heart, just as they knew her.

Steve's best girl.

Not a groupie.

Not a fling.

His best girl.

And everybody knew it. Including the women who looked his way - only to be met with Maggie's threatening glare. Just the other night she had sized up to some model-like blonde with boobs far better than her own. But she had a right to defend the territory that was hers.

"You so much as look at him blondie? And you'll be leaving with a new and less prettier face". She'd glared as Nat and the others had watched cautiously - Bucky clapping and cheering after the girl had slunk off to a different dressing room to find someone from one of the other bands that Asgard were touring with.

Even Rocket raised his beer with a smirk, commending her. So far he'd been fine with no drugs in sight. The drink was a harder thing to give up, but he was in far better control than before - especially when he was under the watchful eye of Tony.

Now she found the dressing room that Asgard were in, and opened the door - seeing Nat already practically dry riding Bucky on the sofa whilst Steve, Rocket and Thor were sat drinking and smoking around a table as far from the sofa as possible.

"I see she's started early".

Rocket made a face. "Didn't get any fucking sleep last night - my room was next to theirs".

"Yeah but you also had a girl in with you, so you can't fully lay the blame on Buck". Steve smirked and pulled Maggie onto his lap - his lips meeting her own with a whisky infused kiss. "Perhaps we need to go find a cupboard or quiet corner..." He murmured.

"You do say sex before a show makes you play better". She said, toying with a lock of his hair. "And I'd hate for you to fuck up from lack of pussy".

Thor and Rocket now got up and made their excuses to go to the bar to get more drinks, stating that the sex fest could be contained to their dressing room, but to be done by the time they went on.

Steve chuckled. "Sit back down idiots, we're not about to screw on the table, or alongside Nat and Buck".

"Well we're not staying for the show, we're on in a half hour". Rocket proclaimed and put his sunglasses on. Meet you by the stage".

Watching the pair go, Steve and Maggie both glanced to Bucky and Nat - the pair not noticing or even caring there were people present. Maggie was glad though. This had been the happiest her friend had been for the last few months - and it seemed that things were going well, possibly better than before.

"C'mon, lets go watch Guardians, we're on after anyway". Steve said, grabbing his beer and slinging his arm around Maggie, walking out with her.

**

All eyes were on them as they walked to the stage area, from other passing band members, jealous groupies and some backstage crew. They always turned heads, always saw the passing whispers. Mostly about Maggie.

The girl who could have finally tamed Steve Rogers.

Steve hated the stares from some of the other men though. Maggie Jones was his and no one else's. He was allowed to be possessive. He'd wanted her from the moment she'd appeared in his life. The last couple of months he'd come home from the studio? The first person he saw was her. When he woke up, she would be there sleeping by his side. The last thing he did every night (depends on how long they would be awake trying to make her scream) was kiss her goodnight.

It was always her.

His Magpie.

And now that was under threat as he caught sight of Brock Rumlow checking her out from the opposite side behind the stage. Steve stared coldly at him, Maggie now realising just who he was looking at and immediately trying to pull him away.

"Steve...don't..."

"He's checking your ass out!" He pulled his arm free of her and walked over to Brock. "You had your turn - and she wasn't satisfied. Now stay away from her". He threatened.

Brock smirked. "If she wasn't satisfied then she wouldn't have said my name over again - she ever make that face just as she's about to..." he was cut off by Steve's fist meeting his face, sending him staggering backwards as Maggie now tried to break the fight apart.

Instead Brock, threw a punch at Steve, hitting his nose. The Asgard guitarist barely moved from the hit, but as Maggie turned in horror, she saw his nose was now pouring with blood. "Shit! Would you guys just stop!"

A couple of crew members pulled the pair apart and sent them in separate directions, Tony now running up with Maria and looking pissed. "What the fuck was that?"

"Reminding Rumlow just what's mine". Steve replied, checking to see if his nose was broken.

"For crying out loud, get a medic here so we can patch him up before he goes on". Tony rolled his eyes and Hill disappeared off to presumably look for one. Turning back to Steve, he shook his head. "Get your shit together, throw another punch and I'll find another guitarist who won't give me this much crap as you've done".

Settling Steve onto one of the amps, Maggie looked at his nose. "I don't think it's broken, but for gods sake why the hell did you have to do that".

"He still wants you - overheard him last night bragging about you and just how you'd ridden him. Asshole deserves to have his face smashed in - it took everything to stop me from not doing it then..." He replied angrily.

"Look at me". She now turned his head sharply to do so. "He was a drunken mistake, but what he doesn't get the privilege of is taking me to bed every night and waking up to me the next day. He knows that, and he's jealous. So just keep a hold of that satisfaction - and no more fights, ok?"

Steve nodded and let the newly arrived medic examine him, no breaks to his nose, but it would be a nice bruise there for some time. "C'mon, let me help clean you up - you need to go on soon". Maggie said, leading him back to the dressing room. 

At least she had found someone who wouldn't hesitate to defend her, and after what had just happened, that strangely felt a little comforting to know.