You were hired by Tony to be a data analyst, and with this opportunity would you be able to help save your families farm. You are intelligent , and have been working odd jobs since graduating university over ten years ago, but now you needed a career. But there's something you've been hiding since Tony hired you, you have the gift of telepathy and telekinesis passed down from your mother. You make quick friends with the team, but you are shy when it comes to men. Steve is a man who easily becomes obsessed. He just wants you to see him, and he's willing to do almost anything to grab your attention. What happens when your secret gets out? This is a love story between you and the one and only Steve Rogers. What lengths would he go just to have you? Warnings: Adult content Abuse Slow burn Smut I do not own any of the Marvel characters, and this is based in an alternate universe. Marvel belongs to Disney. I only own the story line. Please do no reproduce my work on any platform.

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My second Marvel / Bucky Fanfic! Hope you enjoy! ***COMPLETED*** You are best friends with Bucky and Steve since you were 5 years old. You three were inseparable. Grew up together, played together, learned together. When Bucky and Steve grew up they wanted to join the army, and so did you so that way you would always be together. But being a women in the army in the 40's was tough. But you pushed back and proved you belong there as a sniper. Everything was going great. You and Bucky were in the same legion and Steve became Captain America. While Steve was busy posing in a new suit you grew closer to Bucky. You both had strong feelings but never said anything. You went on the mission in the train with Bucky, Steve and a few others to stop deadly weapons from being transported but something went wrong and everything changed.... Read my story to find out! ***warning*** Adult content -language -alcohol -smut -violence

When Captain America, Steve Rogers meets a woman who makes him question his morals, and sanity, how does he fight to restrain himself from throttling her? She comes barrelling in to tower, and his life as she attacks one of his teammates. She was snarky, rude, arrogant. A mouth like a sailor, dresses as though she has no self respect. A man from the 40s, having to coincide with a woman who gave zero care to anyone's opinions of her. He knew woman of today were nothing like the sweet, kind, compassionate women of his past. He hated her. The way she completely disregarded any orders, extremely reckless and seemed to enjoy tormenting him the most. She was not an Avenger nor did she want to be one, so why was she here? Everyone knows, there's a fine line, between love and hate. Has the Captin finally found his enemy with the troublemaker, or will he realise that he's met his match? ******* ⚠️Trigger Warning ⚠️ Mature scenes, experimentation, torture, swearing, depression, fighting. I do not own any rights to Marvel or the characters. This is just a fanfic. 😊

Misunderstanding it can either ruin you, if not deal with, or clear everything, if sorted in time, Will love fade away? Can Steve and you make it back together?

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look back at him.