A collection of imagines with our two favorite 1940's boys and their superhero alter-egos. Smut and fluff. Top Rankings: #4 in Preferences (out of 4.3K stories) #18 in steverogers (out of 4.5K stories) Contains adult language and/or themes: warnings will be posted. All rights belong to Marvel: I own nothing but my own ideas; not the characters.

what if loki tried turning the avengers to babies and an accident happens

Requests Are Needed These are Avengers Imagines, mostly fluff, some smut, and a little bit of death because it's the Avengers I Write About: Steve Rogers|Captain America Tony Stark|Iron Man Bruce Banner| Hulk Thor Odinson Natasha Romanoff|Black Widow Clint Barton|Hawkeye Pietro Maximoff|Quicksilver Wanda Maximoff|Scarlet Witch Sam Wilson|Falcon Vision Peter Parker|Spider-man Bucky Barnes|The Winter Solider Scott Lang|Ant-Man

Dating Chris Evans one shot and imagines Warning some smutt Please no hate I can't reveal who the captain actually is either sorry guys 😉

A story about a young woman who falls for a guy, she probably shouldn't. Adult content and rated R. I hope you enjoy this story of. I would appreciate comments :)

One-shots that follow along the storyline of 'Mr. Evans'

Harlow has always had bad luck dating and felt she will never find 'the one'. Until one day when her friends sign her up for a "dating challenge" they found on the internet. Begrudgingly, Harlow agrees and she finds herself moving into a large house with 11 other women. The surprise? She was vying for the love of a certain Captain; Steve Rogers himself.

Bucky has feelings for Steve. And that's to say the least. He's hopelessly in love with his best friend. And his best friend is hopelessly in love with Sharon Carter. Bucky tries to live a normal life. Well, as normal as he can get, for being best friend's with Captain America and previously being an assassin himself. He tries to share an apartment with Steve without taking it top personal that Steve is in love with a woman. However, his best intentions always seem to fail him. . .