Altered - A Marvel AU

Chapter 1 - The New Beginning

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I threw my head back, a light sheen of sweat covering my forehead and entire upper body. My unbuttoned uniform shirt swung loosely as I moved my hips in due time. My nails dug into the shoulders of the boy beneath me who growled at the painful contact, his own fingers digging into my waist.

I tucked my bottom lip in between my teeth, my eyelids half-closed, and fluttering with every thrust. The boy grunted one last time as he released into the condom, I felt his length sag in me as I sat there, blinking in utter frustration.

"You promised!" I hissed at him, not being able to obscure the discontentment in my voice. The boy shrugged his shoulders, "You're so tight baby, so good for me." He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck as I sat there, still as a rock, contemplating my next move.

I stood up carefully, taking his now sagged length and placing it on his thigh, condom sheening with the lube. I turned around, pulling up my dark jeans along with my underwear, I could feel his eyes boring into me from the back.

His arm snaked around my waist before I could close my shirt's buttons, I tried to release myself from his steely grip, however, his hold just tightened. I sighed loudly, letting him know I was done with his behavior, "What?" I snapped quietly. He kissed the side of my neck, "Let's go back to class."

"No shit." I said and then turned to look at him, "You go ahead, I need a minute." He nodded and left, pulling up his pants on the way into the school. Tears were brimming in the corners of my eyes as I sat down on the rock I had been fucking on, not too long ago. My head buried itself into my hands as my long hair tickled at my bare elbows resting on my knees. I quickly buttoned up my shirt, feeling exposed, and resumed back to my previous position.

"Why am I like this, why do I need to fuck?" I whispered to myself, "Am I some sort of nymphomaniac?" I let the tears fall freely. I sat there in silence before I heard a voice speak up, "You aren't a nymphomaniac, you're just a little confused." I looked up and inhaled a sharp breath.

Standing in front of me was the most beautiful man to have ever existed on Earth and in the back of my mind I vaguely knew where I saw him before but in front of him, my mind turned into a haze, my thoughts like putty. His blonde locks glinted in the sunlight, save for the roots which were dark brown. His eyes were soft and empathetic and a beautiful shade of cerulean. Long eyelashes fluttered as he assessed me. His pouty lips were puffy and pink and although his facial features were angelic, his jaw and facial structure held a sharp note to them.

It wasn't until I noticed his black stealth suit that I realized who had just graced me with his presence. I blinked rapidly, unsure of what to say or perhaps completely unable to form a sentence. "I...you're...um." My thoughts were hazy and I couldn't form a coherent sentence, not even one when I looked at him.

I glanced down at my feet, "You're Captain America." I mumbled, I looked up in time to see him nod. "But...in the movies, I mean you're Chris Evans in the movies, the actor. In Endgame, you became old." He nodded again, "Travelled back in time again. Peggy said she could sense that she wasn't the one for me. Told me I'd meet my soulmate in the modern world, doll. So I came back." My knees felt weak when he called me doll and if I wasn't sitting on the rock I would've fallen over.

"Why are you talking to me?" I asked, "Saw you for a while now. You're in a tough position, thought I'd do good, and help you discover your true potential." I stared up at his beautiful face, my own facial features clearly conveying confusion, "All in due time." he replied to my facial features. I felt them soften as I took in his words.

"You don't need to be objectified by these men to feel wanted, you're beautiful yourself. You can change your lifestyle." I stared hard at my feet, "I ain't some whore who sleeps around, I get them t-" he cut me off, "I know, I know, respect you. You set boundaries, you aren't a whore, you're a player. Still, this isn't you, am I right?" I nodded.