》Steve Rogers's older brother, Arthur Rogers. It's hard to tell when older brothers hate or love you, Arthur, no less. When their parents pass, their days are spent in arguments, and mad frenzies, even complete radio silence in some predicaments. The only way the headstrong boys would make up is Steve's friend, Bucky. (NO SMUT OR LOVE INTEREST) (Marvel fanfic, only character owned by me is Arthur Rogers.)

In•cep•tion / "the establishment or starting point of an institution or activity." Being a detective meant a lot for Marshall Watts, so when he gets injected with super soldier serum, the last thing he expected was a one-eyed man in his apartment telling him he needed to go with him. He didn't expect that this would be the start of everything. Including a certain icy super soldier. (NO SMUT)

Family is forged by trust, honesty. Anyone can be family, even the most dysfunctional people. Even ex assassins who have nothing to give each other. » Her blonde hair struck something in Natasha she didn't know was still there. Lingering in the back of her mind, and suddenly, she didn't see Mila, a dangerous, capable woman. She saw Yelena, her little sister, and she knew she couldn't hurt this woman. Not when she was a victim of circumstance. » The same way Clint saw young Natasha. (NO SMUT)

»❝And if for a split second, James thought Mitchell wouldn't recognise him. It was foolish to believe that, because of the way Mitchell's eyes looked as if no time had passed between the two, as if he could just pretend nothing had changed and he could stay forever in that moment - enveloped in the warmth of those hazel eyes he recognised oh so well.❞ Love blossoms in the most unseen circumstances, one of those being in the midst of the ninteen-fourties between betwixt two men. Mitchell Jameson always found himself undeserving of love, for he had nothing to give but his wiles. He didn't believe it to be in the cards for him to find someone quite like his James, the one who reminded him where he's been is not who he is. Never fully true to himself, never quite there during conversations. It was like he was caged, and James held the key to freedom. Freedom that seemed to always be just out of reach for him. ❝Those for me, darlin'? ❞ (NO SMUT)