“Good morning students! I hope you have a fabulous Monday-” Everybody in the classroom lets out a humongous groan, all in unison. Students crumple up pieces of paper and chuck them at the speaker, the principle isn’t the kind of person people would enjoy having around. He’s never really been nice to any of his students and he’s extremely rude to guests, which confuses everybody so much. As you sat there in silence, the teacher yells at the students who threw the paper balls, the principle atleast paid the teachers, which makes them respect him so much.

The most popular kid in the whole school commented- Steve Rogers.

“Steven Grant Rogers!” the teacher bellows, slamming her fists on the desk. The classroom snickers at the comment that Steve just gave back, as for you, you just sat there quietly staring at him and others. He was surrounded by so many girls, it almost seemed that half the girls didn’t even go to your school. He probably just wondered off somewhere, he caught the eye of a few girls and those girls never left his side ever since. “Why can’t you guys be quiet and silent like Y/N? Hmm?” the teacher asks, pointing at you. Everybody in the classroom turns their heads and faces you, your face suddenly heats up. You didn’t even look at anybody and sank down deeper into your chair, you felt so embarrassed, you hated being the center of attention. Everybody just murmured towards eachother and turned back around, you suddenly felt that someone is staring at you, you for some reason glance at Steve who was still staring at you. You frowns slightly and look down, the crowd of girls soon swallow him back up and the announcements finally ended. “Okay class, let’s get started, Y/N, would you like to come up and answer this question on the board?” the teacher asks.

You scoot out from your chair and start to make your way up to the front, your left hand was rubbing your right elbow as you felt the eyes follow you. You finally made it to the front of the classroom and you turned to face the crowd. The group of girls guarding Steve were staring you down, some were gossiping about you. You looked at Steve who just had his eyes locked onto yours, it actually looked like he was interested, but you care less. “Well, Y/N? What’s the answer?” the teacher snaps you back into reality. You turn around and look at the problem, you smirk because you knew the answer was really simple to get. You pick up the marker and go up to the board, as you raised your hand to write, you got interrupted by some girls voice. “She’s a lefty?! Ha! LOSER!” she snorts. Everybody in the classroom bursts into laughter, you gasp and drop the marker. You turn around and saw that it was a girl next to Steve. Every girl in that group was laughing, you stare back at Steve whose eyes were still glued on you. He soon realizes what happened and turns around towards the girls, they all stopped talking and leaned in towards him. After he spoke, they all shut up, the girl who made the comment stares at you.

The door closes and the girls start to snicker again, the girl starts to play with Steve’s hair but he shoves her hand off his head. He gives her a nasty look and she looks at him like she was all innocent. “What is it bunny boo?” she says, popping her bottom lip out.

“Honey, she’s not popular like you are..She’s..Quiet..Shy..A loser.” she states.

The girl gasps at his remark and the lunch bell suddenly rang, Steve pushes his way out of the crowd of girls surrounding him. He picks his backpack up and walks out of the classroom in anger, he brought home lunch in his backpack so he didn’t have to worry about school lunch. As he made his way to cafeteria, he sees that you were already on a table eating all alone while typing something on your phone. Steve straightens his back and puffs his chest out, he was going to go sit next to you, but as he walked towards your way, some other students already beat him to the seats. Steve sighs in defeat and goes to a table not to far away, but a perfect view of your face. As he sat down, he gets the lunchbox out and places it on the table, his eyes were glued on you. You laughed with the students you were sitting with, Steve smiled as you smiled, he didn’t even know why, but you smiling made him smile.

Bucky and Natasha put themselves on the table with Steve, Natasha and Bucky started to talk to Steve but he was to distracted by you.

Bucky and Natasha try to follow his eyes, and as they do, they saw that he was staring at you!

“You’re staring at Y/N!” Bucky and Natasha shout together, turning back around towards Steve. Steve shakes his head, snapping back into reality. He gives Bucky and Natasha a blank stare and than starts to blush.

Steve rolls his eyes and looks back over at you, you started to pack your lunch up because you were finished. He gasps and looks at Bucky and Natasha who were speaking about the whole incident that happened in class.

“What is it?” they ask in unison.

The bell rings and Steve shoves Bucky and Natasha towards your way, as you throw your stuff away you turn around and bump into Bucky. You stumble back but Bucky grabs your hand, making you regain balance.

You turn around and make your way from them, but Bucky wouldn’t give up just than. He catches up to you with Natasha, he walks beside you and Natasha walks on the other side. You glance at Bucky who was smiling at you, you give Natasha a glance who was smiling as well. You felt a little creeped out but it seemed that they wanted to be friendly, so you gave it to them.

After she said those words, she ran off instantly, Bucky chases after her making her laugh even more.

《♡》

You unbuckle and get out of the car, you follow Bucky towards the house and when you entered you smelled cookies. You smiled because you loved the smell of cookies, they were your favorite. “Bucky? Nat? Is that you?” you hear that familiar voice ring into your ears. You look at the kitchen door and there comes out Steve Rogers with an apron on and oven mits on. You gasp as you see him, you stand there and bite your lower lip to suppress your laughter, you drop your head and stare down at your shoes.

He unties his apron and comes up to you, he puts his hand out, you look at his hand with raised eyebrow but nevertheless you shake it. Bucky rolls his eyes because you rejected his handshake but did it to Steve. As you shook Steve’s hand you made eye contact with his beautiful blue eyes.

You and Steve hit it off very well. You teach all of them, you felt impressed by them as they were seriously good students. You were so into teaching and studying with them that you didn’t even realize it was almost night time. You gasped and immediately pack up your stuff. You refuse Steve’s offer to drive you back to your home. Instead you hail a cab from near his house. Steve stays beside you until you sit inside the cab and stays there at the spot until the cab disappears from his sight. You were so busy texting someone that you didn’t even realize that you left someone else lovestruck back there.

While with Steve, Steve thanks Bucky and Natasha for fulfilling his desire. He squeals and throw his fist in air as if he achieved something great.

《♡》

A weight had been lifted off your shoulders once the bell rang, freeing you and your classmates from your last bell class. All week long you had tried to rush the hours, longingly waiting for Friday to arrive as that was the day of the homecoming game. The minute the school bell rang, you threw your backpack on one shoulder, practically running out with your textbooks in hand. As you lightly jogged down the hallway, you could spot Natasha’s cerise locks of hair vividly flying around as she animatedly spoke with Jessie, the two of them most likely awaiting your presence. The walk from your last class to the lockers was like trekking from Timbuktu and back. Eventually, the familiar tone of Jessie sassing Natasha filled your ears and you giggled, hearing her tell the redhead as it is.

You slowly twisted your dial lock, putting in the combination and then opening the creaky metal door to set down your textbooks. Nat leaned up against the locked to your right, Jessie to your left.

“Yeah, we were thinking about wearing the boys’ jerseys for tonight’s game.” Jessie said. You smiled, happy for them both, not fully understanding their words. Continuing to listen, you faced your locker once more, going to round up the things for this weekend. In your hand, you held your planner, looking over all of the upcoming assignments and strategically picking which ones to accomplish this weekend. A sound of feet shuffling sounded louder and louder in the hallway, getting closer to you and the girls. You heard the sounds stop, and a voice replaced the noise.

Curious, you turned to your right to see Bucky with his arms wrapped around Jessie’s waist as his lips were glued to behind her ear. Your friend tried to function somewhat normally as her boyfriend continued to shower her in affection.

“This is for you.” Turning once more, you now saw Sam handing Natasha a jersey as she sheepishly smiled, listening to the man drop some cheesy pick up lines. You looked to your left and right, smiling at your friends' happiness. Suddenly you felt a hand caressing your shoulder, causing you to turn towards the one direction you hadn’t. Behind. The famous tall and sweet blonde man you befriend just few months ago kindly smiled at you, a jersey in his large hands. Your eyes went wide as you realized the girls had managed to rope you into this too.

Steve chuckled and you then registered that he must’ve seen your startled expression. Feeling a bit awkward, you laughed with the man, shaking off the embarrassment.

The tables had now turned and Steve had been staring at you for a few seconds so far, a bright smile on his face, words struggling to leave his mouth. You giggled at his sweet little mistake.

His face shuffled through three shades of vermilion, his cheeks most likely toasty as his blushed ears said so. Steve’s lips contorted into that million dollar smile, pearly whites twinkling at you. Unfolding the jersey, Steve brought the shoulders of the jersey to your own, letting the shirt drape over your chest.

You bit your bottom lip at his playfulness, lightly slapping his chest.

The two of you were in your own little world, as your friends watched upon your interaction, unbeknownst to you both.

Bucky quickly kissed Jessie goodbye, Sam doing the same with Nat, leaving you and Steve to awkwardly wave at each other. Once the boys had left, your two best friends hounded you like detectives, not allowing you to leave until you answered each and every question feeling little weird about them, they always behave like this whenever Steve and you talk or do anything together. It was no secret that Steve harbored feelings for you, but you were too dense to understand his feeling towards you or were you?

For you, Steve was a great guy, who you considered as one of your close friends nothing more. Since they started talking to you, you had known Nat, Jessie, Bucky, Sam, and Steve. You six had always been close, and sports brought you all even closer. First, Bucky and Jessie got together, then Sam and Nat, now the four have spent the past year trying to set you and Steve up, which Steve do kind of enjoy, but of course he don’t let them know that. When you had finally satiated Jessie and Nat’s dying need to know every detail of your five minute interaction with Steve, you three went to go find the rest of the team and work on some cheers. Time ticked on and soon four hours became three...two...one. With an hour until the game began, Natasha, who was cheer captain, frantically ran around, checking up on the team members as you all added finishing touches to your makeup and hair. You sat in front of the vanity, carefully watching Nat getting chastised by Jessie. Her hands hastily flew as she talked, probably scolding Natasha for worrying about everyone else and not even being ready herself. Time was ticking away, so you and Jessie helped the woman get ready. When finished the three of you looked into the mirror to see your reflections, both Nat and Jessie were smiling with large jerseys half-tucked into your cheer skirts but your attention was on your phone waiting for a certain text, when your phone’s background light lit up with text of certain someone you wasn’t able to contain your smile.

Needless to say, the first three quarters of the game were intense leaving not only you, but the audience on edge. A few offenses left you grimacing, but the boys picked themselves up and kept going. For a majority of the game, you and the girls stayed on the sidelines, expertly performing cheers that were prepared by Natasha. At halftime, you all came onto the field and executed more advanced tricks and such. Now here you all were, last quarter of the game. So far, your school only needed one more winning play to win the game and keep the team’s winning streak. You gripped your pom poms tightly as you watched Steve briskly run down the field, football tucked in his arm, making your heart race increase a bit. You were never into sports but seeing others playing football, you can’t help but let the memories of your special one playing this game put stop on your surroundings. Too busy daydreaming, you hadn’t even noticed that the game had ended until the crowd started cheering. Immediately, you saw the guys standing in the field waving at the sea of screaming people who excitedly waved their foam fingers and signs. Football was a huge thing in your town, especially with your high school having been the reigning champs. You looked to your side to notice Natasha and Jessie missing and now running towards the guys. With confidence, you dropped your pom poms and ran towards them all. Steve caught sight of you and with a bright smile, held out his arms, wanted to catch your figure and you let him do so. He laughed and spun you around. Steve set you down, but not letting go and still in fact holding you close to him. He continued to smile down on you while you gazed up at him. Not feeling uncomfortable with his hold.

You teasingly called the man by his nickname, getting out of his embrace and standing in front of him.

You gave the man a tight hug and he chuckled.

Before he could complete his sentence, you ran away as you saw someone familiar standing near the ground, inquiring someone and that’s definitely was about you.

Steve watched you running towards a man and hugging him tightly. The man chuckles at your cuteness and pecks on your forehead before patting your head. He saw how the light from your eyes vanished when you got shake of that man’s head in no as an answer for your question, that Steve couldn’t hear.

《♡》

《♡》

You always used to love your birthdays. When you were a child, they were celebrated with the whole family and your special one and there were lots of gifts. On this day, you were special for once, though your family makes you feel special everyday but still it felt nice when the world revolved around you especially on your birthday. But this time, it was different. The day started like every other birthday- your parents specially made pancakes for breakfast and gave you their presents and you ate that cake you loved so much. But since it was a school day, you had to prepare for homecoming with Nat and Jessie. The Midtown School was twenty minutes from your house away in car so you spent the time scrolling through your phone. There were only a few congratulations from your friends, but there was nothing from your special one. You raised an eyebrow because you knew how important your birthday is for your special one. Your special one was the first to send a text or a call, but there was just nothing. And you were upset about it. You blocked out that thought when you get out of the car and walked inside your school- maybe he was just busy with other things and forgot to tell you. He would definitely do when you saw him tonight. You entered the school hall and directly walked towards your locker to avoid any friends yelling out that it was your birthday. But weirdly, there was literally no one that seemed to notice you. While you searched for your math books, there was suddenly a presence next to you. When you looked up, Steve leant on the wall and smiled at you. You smiled back, not expecting him to present you a big bouquet of roses.

🥀NIGHT TIME- AT YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTY🥀

Steve, Nat, Bucky, Sam and Jessie arrived at the (Y/L/N) mansion and were immediately awestruck by its beauty and I mean they were literally looking at it with sparkling eyes. For them, it was like a heaven on earth, it was that well built. After getting absorbing the beauty of the mansion they decided to go inside the (Y/L/N) mansion, where the party has already started. The reporters have gathered every where to cover you and your family members along with some of your father’s famous friend. Your father and his success is a major thing for business world.

Currently outside your mansion, reporters have gathered and are covering the event.

“The party is really very lively. I was inside the mansion for few seconds and I must tell my viewers, Mr. (Y/D/N) (Y/L/N) really knows how to throw a party” she said while holding a mic and telling infront of a camera.

“Yes that’s true and not to forget the major business tycoons that have gathered for this event, the birthday of heir of (Y/L/N) family.”

Suddenly the commotion outside the mansion increased and then enter the people you were waiting to meet.

Before Jarvis could comfort you, Nat walked towards you while squealing.

You immediately plastered a smile on your face as you saw your friends. Nat took you to the group and you saw Jessie cooing at something which Sam was holding. As you got near you saw him holding a small white puppy, your heart immediately melts.

“It’s yours so of course you can.” He said.

The party goes on, everybody have arrived, drinking wine and greeting each other. Business partners, friends, Relatives. Everybody has been invited. All seem in merry mood on your birthday yet only you were feeling sad but wasn’t showing to anyone.

She giggled and spin you around. You just smile and let her do whatever she has in her mind.

Your dad holds you by your waist and you kept your hands on his shoulder and you both started to dance.

Suddenly Howard pulled you by your wrist spinning you along the way and you both laugh.

Howard said and you were spun around again by him, and he chuckles. You hold each other’s hand and move from right to left in a circle dancing happily. While everybody stares at you both in aww. Steve was smiling like a fool while watching you.

He holds you and you both started to dance.

Jarvis then smile slightly at you and leave you in the middle of the hall. You gave him a confused look, but then you gasp when you felt pair of hands around your waist. And familiar cologne filled your surrounding, you felt hot breaths fanning against you ear. You placed your hand above the hands, which were on your waist. A familiar honey dipped voice made hot pit in your stomach.

Tony holds your hand above your head and started to swirl you. You giggled.

《♡》

You remembered the day you two had met clear as day. You were sitting on the swings by yourself. It was the first day of Kindergarten and you were painfully shy. You hadn’t made any new friends that day. Everyone seemed to have found a friend and split off into pairs except for you. But you honestly didn’t mind. You didn’t need other people to make you happy. That was until a boy with brown eyes with tint of mischief in them smile loudly announced he was going to be your new best friend. You saw him eyeballing you from across the playground. He was sitting with a group of boys that you didn’t even remember their names. But you remembered Tony. He was a social butterfly, instantly making friends with everyone. He stands up abruptly, making a bee line right for you and you have half a mind to jump off the swing and run away. But something about the way he is smiling at you and waving makes you stay. He marches right up and stand directly in front of you, holding out his hand.

He sits next to you on the swings and rambles about everything that comes to his mind. You enjoy his company. And find yourself laughing at a lot of the stuff he says. After that day you two had been inseparable. No one ever saw one without the other. But that was until he clears MIT entrance exam at age of fifteen and got admitted in the university really early.

《♡》

Tony signals Jarvis and the latter escorts a servant who is trolleying a huge cake towards the stage. Tony held your hand and walked towards the cake. Tony gently pecked your cheeks and held his one hand with a knife. You both cut the cake together. Tony cut a piece and fed to you and gave the most softest and protective kiss on your forehead, you closed your eyes and a tears rolls down which you were holding for too long.

Everyone started to clap loudly. Your mothers were also crying with happiness. Tony then looked at your dad. Your dad immediately understand the meaning behind Tony’s look and gave him a assuring and agree nod. Reports flooded towards you both but your dads come to rescue and took care of them. You took the opportunity and pull Tony towards your friends. They look somewhat confused, sad but they all covered up with smile.

You look at Tony with so much affection like he hung up the whole universe. But this affection wasn’t liked by certain someone.

Steve was about to pounce towards Tony with his fist when he heard your sweet voice filled will so much love as you called his name-

At that very moment Steve felt defeated already. Tony look at Steve before walk towards you. You hold his hand and pulled him towards your mothers leaving your friends behind.

Steve clenches his heart, and his eyes are still frozen. He sees himself dying every second that passes. He just doesn’t know how to react. He can’t think straight or want to. He took a step back and slowly started to walk away with a stumbling feet. Unintentionally tears have started to roll from his eyes which have stopped blinking now, as he walks slowly still with vivid pictures of you and Tony.

Sometimes you fell for wrong people but it’s OKAY. Because love is around the corner. SO KEEP LOVING MY FRIENDS!!❤️😘

《♡》

The lights of the arena were too bright for you, accompanied by the shrieks of fans, all you could do was groan as your best friend jumped erratically beside you, her tits spilling off her bra as she tried to catch the drummer’s attention.

You muttered, her uncharacteristic behavior annoying you too. She was usually the coolest of the two, but since she found out her favorite band was coming to town, she swore that Bucky Barnes, the drummer with playboy tendencies, was going to fall in love with her and take her backstage. You gasped when Natasha pulled down her ***** at the middle of an elaborate riff that Steve Rogers, the guitarist, was playing. She balled the material and launched it at the back of the stage, getting caught in Bucky’s stick. He showed a toothy smile, teeth so sharp they resembled a shark’s, and smelled the fabric before pocketing it in his leather pants. And your jaw dropped when at the end of the show, a big burly man came over and invited the two to over to backstage. Nat grinned at you in a “I told you” manner, and you just rolled your eyes. The dressing room was just as you imagined; Bucky was snorting the powder you assumed was coke, and Steve was undressing from his sweaty clothes. Wanda Maximoff, the bassist, left as soon as you entered, muttering something about how disgusting her band mates were. The backup guitarist was no where to be seen, probably going out with the other bunch of groupies. The room smelled like alcohol, séx and smoke. The infamous rockstar ate the two of you with his eyes, from Natasha’s knee length boots and low cut dress to your pleather skirt and pink bustier. Instantly, Nat begun bubbling over how amazing the show was, and how she loved Bucky’s music. You sat down, too scared to move around in the overcrowded couch and find something you shouldn’t. Steve plopped next to you, now clean from the shower but the scent of cigars still lurching inside you.

He asked, head rolled back to lay in the couch as his dilated pupils skimmed over your breasts. Before you could process it, Steve was trying to sneak his ringed hand between your thighs.

You squealed, feeling disgusted by other man’s touch, you suddenly get up. The ambience was too heavy for you, too dense to even breathe. Both rockstars looked at each other then laughed, Natasha was too busy observing Bucky to even answer when you asked her to come back to you. You left the room disgusted with the smell imprinted on your clothes, and found Wanda outside going on her phone. She looked up when she heard the door being closed, and furrowed her brow.

She signaled to the room she was going, two doors across the broad hallway.

And it honestly was; Pietro Maximoff and Wanda Maximoff were nicer and the air was just more breathable. you stayed around an hour talking to them, telling them how Nat dragged you to the concert and was now making out with a super star.

He said it with such normality, you had to rethink it.

The words hit you like a truck, and you were suddenly banging the door to get out.

He unlocked the door and dragged you to the other dressing room, and you didn’t know if it was a good idea anymore. But before anything, he shoved you inside and locked the door again. The charismatic back up bassist had delivered you like a sacrificial lamb. The image before you was unsettling; Natasha was on all fours, her eyes half closed as cüm coated her body, aśs red and neck full with darkening híckeys. In her mouth she still held Steve, and Bucky was making his way up to you.

His hand wrapped around your neck to lift your head, making you look at the camera. From behind your view, Steve left Natasha and neared dangerously to you in all his náked glory. Down his powerful arms, tattoos scattered, the ink over his pale skin as if it was containing his bulging muscles. Bucky was beefy, but more lithe.

Your (y/e/c) eyes widened and your heart started to beat faster, tears threatening to fall. You felt scared when you saw Steve staring at you lustfully. You wiggle your hand and tried to get out of his grip.

Steve’s arms suddenly round you, holding you still as Bucky neared a glass to your face, having to pinch your nose for you to drink it. The bitter liquid sloshed down your throat no matter how hard you try to evade it.

You felt the effect of whatever he gave you- forced inside you. Your mind was drifting to the one man whom you love with your whole heart and desire only for him. His face especially his eyes were enough for you to get hold of your consciousness. Nobody knows about him and you except your family, who adore that man very much.

Steve and Bucky was so sure that you are such a stupid to come back in their den. They were sure after this you wouldn’t utter a word to anyone, heck you wouldn’t even remember anything. But to their surprise, you slapped Bucky hard, almost leaving a red mark with your nails. They got angry, very angry. And then for the first time in your life, someone treated you harshly. You hear the slap before you feel it. It’s sharp, harsh and loud. When you register the pain, it’s like the side of your face is burning up. You raise your hand to cover it as you fall back, finding the slick texture of blood. Steve hit you so hard that your face is cut. You look up at him in fear and astonishment.

He forces you up by your wrist, gritting through his teeth breaking clenched jaw. But you are tired. Numb. In pain. Due to the drink that they gave you. You slide back to the ground, not having any strength left in your legs to carry the weight of your body and burdens laid down on your shoulders. A filthy, calloused hand wraps around your throat and hoist you up, using the wall to support your back.

You try to gasp out a plead, an apology, an excuse, anything...but nothing comes. With each of his words his hand squeezes tighter. Tighter. Tighter. Tighter. The spots were swimming before your vision. Your breath was getting shorter- the few breaths you were able to get. Your legs were kicking weakly and your hands were trying to claw his hand away from your skin. The tears were freely rolling down your bruised cheeks, mixing with the crimson spilling from your, presumably broken nose and split lips. It was a few more seconds that felt like hours, before you gave into the thought of death. You stopped fighting, kicking and clawing and rest your head numbly against the wall. You thought it would be better to die than being in a state like Natasha. The pressure on your throat was relieved and you fell to the ground. You wanted him to choke you to death, that way you would never have to face this kind of humiliation.

You yelled at them, eyes closed, nose stuffy, and rib-breaking sobs escaping you. Somewhere near you there was gun clicking, yelling out of fear and warning, doors slamming and then quietness. A hand on your shoulder made you flinch. But the hand wasn't calloused, it was delicate and soothing. The hand wasn't dirty and smelling of smoke it was clean and smelling of fresh pine wood. It wasn't a hand of harm, it was one of tenderness and concern. There was a voice, but you couldn't be sure. You cautiously opened your eyes, scared of another beating, slapping, choking. "Y/N!" the voice dawned on you, but it sounded far and under water. Another hand touched your other shoulder and another lazy flinch wrecked your body. "Y/N" this time you heard your name more clearly and the shaking of your shoulders brought you a step closer to the surface. One more mentioning of your name brought you back entirely and you plead for safety, no harm. "It's me Y/N, it's Happy." You just stare at him. How did he find you? Was he really there? Is he gonna tell him about the whole incident? He slowly sits down in front of you, cups your face in his hands and assesses your face for every detail of injury. His hand hovers over your crushed airway and he looks at you for confirmation. A simple nod from you is enough for Happy to know that you have given in, you've stopped struggling, you've accepted your fate. His cool hand touches your burning neck and you let out a painful groan. “What were you doing here?” He asked.

“He told you not to get involve with her but still you-” He sighs heavily.

“This morning I told you I’d come check up on you after work, but you just vanished from mansion so I took it upon myself” There’s a moment of silence "Shall we go back?" he whispers unsurely, not wanting to disturb the peace and make you uncomfortable.

“Okay, let’s take you home, kid.” He pat your head softly just like a father.

Happy carried your half conscious body in bridal way. The drink started to effect you, your body felt like it’s on fire. The hot breaths were escaping from your lips. Happy was already worried about you, he gently made you lay on the back seat and immediately pull out his phone. You were looking down and gasping for some air. Happy called the doctor and ask his presence in the mansion immediately, before closing that side of the door. He then took the driver seat and drove away.

After few minutes you reached the mansion. Happy rushed to open the back seat side of the door. He carried you again in bridal style while you were hiding your face the entire time in his chest. You can’t let the worker see you in this state.

Happy reaches in your bedroom and places you gently in the bed. Happy realizes now that you had actually slept in his arms more like become unconscious. Doctor came immediately. Everyone waited outside when the doctor arrived and was diagnosing you. Happy stayed inside the room and took anxious breath, you were like his own daughter. He cherish you like that and spoils you even more.

The doctor checked and she informed that there are traces of strong aphrodisiac and tranquilizer. She had injected some medicine that will help you and you needs rest. Happy finally managed to take some relief breath but he was angry thinking that what could have happened if he didn’t reached on time. You were just a fragile, innocent girl who is too good to be in the world like this. He stay there for a bit more, confirming that you are safe. Then he went down with the doctor, when the doctor left he pulls out his phone and call someone and informed about the situation to her. He heard a sharp inhale of the lady and small ‘okay’ which was not in calm tone.

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You weren’t an early riser. But this morning the moment the sun started to come up, that’s when you started to stir. This morning, you were awake earlier than usual. With a yawn and a stretch you laid on your back and hummed, flicking your eyes to the large window. Rolling over, you came face to face with your warmth and your home. You smiled softly, bringing a hand up to run through his hair with a little grin.

You laughed softly and kissed his nose, resting your hand on his cheek as he fluttered his eyes open.

Tony hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you into his chest and nuzzled his face into your neck.

He let out a small chuckle and then sighed in content. You held him, closing your eyes with a smile on your lips.

You rolled your eyes but smiled happily and blushed when he call you wife which you are not yet, it wasn’t often you got to spend morning with him, but when you did you always made sure to make the most of it.

You inhaled his scent feeling relief, but your relief didn’t last longer as the memory of last night started to stream in before you could react or do anything. Tony’s voice echoed in the room, your hair on the back of your neck stood up with his voice. It wasn’t gentle and soft like few minutes ago instead it was cold, you were shivering unintentionally.

You know exactly what answer he want.

When you didn’t answer his question, his rage grow.

You are now fully aware of what happened yesterday night. You were a crying mess but you were even more heartbroken to see Tony’s anger. You knows it was your fault. You shouldn’t have disobeyed to Tony and most of all you shouldn’t have gone there in the first place with Natasha, while telling everything to him, slowly and stuttering. You swore, you felt as if you were dying, reliving the same moment with your own mouth was heavy and unbearable but Tony, he showed no affection towards you. He continues to stare at you with dark eyes while caressing your lips or neck or cheek. The elder’s eyebrows were frowned but face entirely poker.

You just stare at the closed door. Your heart was aching, you were shaking in fear and tears they were non-stop. You kept crying. You were shouting in pain and crying. You can’t bear it every sensation in you were making you mad and scared. You needs Tony right now, you just want him.

Meanwhile Tony is now walking downstairs, he can clearly hear your crying but his aura remained cold. Happy immediately ran towards him, worried for you since last night.

“Is she fine? Why is she crying so loudly.”

“Tony please calm down, think with clear head. She is young, don’t be so harsh with her. She regrets it.”

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What’s the best punishment a lover can give to his or her other half to make them realize what they have done wrong. Giving cold shoulder? No, scolding them like kids? No, then what? The best punishment would be to stop giving the affection to them that they want, more than attention. And Tony was well aware of it. He take care of you but with the lack of emotion. He gave you all his attention but never let you touch his warmth, which you needed desperately. And it was killing you. You definitely wants to be pampered, to be loved, to be hugged, to be able to express your love but every time you does. Tony just grins slightly and then gives a blank expression and distance himself from you. The distance between both of you was clearly seen by you and it felt bitter to you.

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The ‘Revengers’ were invited to Stark’s Mansion after one week of their concert in New York. They were surprised and mostly scared to be invited by such a great businessman and not to forget a dangerous mobster. When Tony lifted his jacket slightly, to remove a cigar from a pocket inside. Their eyes laid on Tony’s white shirt which was surprisingly stained with blood. Tony didn’t break his eye contact with Bucky as he lits his cigar. He was scanning each of the face which is trying to maintain calm. Their eyes narrowed and deep down a slight fear ran like shiver through their bodies but they maintained their cool.

“Yes Mister Stark?”

“Sure, Sir.” She said with poker face and walk towards the other room. Soon she return with a woman, whose half face was disfigured but she was recognized by both the drummer and the guitarist.

Pepper force her to sit on one of the sofa and then walk towards Tony and stand by his side, with her arms crossed against her chest.

They gulped even though they tried to maintain calm and compose their emotions yet their faces gave away, they were indeed scared. Tony was enjoying their fearful face but he showed that he didn’t see it so he spoke first again.

“She is on her way, Mister Stark.”

-While With You-

Your eyes were swollen, they actually looked really bloody, your lips were half swollen as well and your cheeks were still filled with dry tears all because of last night crying as Tony didn’t come home yesterday to you instead he stay at Stark’s Mansion last night. Happy entered the room with your favorite shake. He put the glass on the bedside table and caress your hairs as you lay on your stomach with your back facing the ceiling. “Good morning, kiddo.” Happy said.

“Kiddo please do me a favor and get ready. Tony wants you at Stark’s mansion.” Tony’s name electrified you. You immediately got up and look at Happy with surprised face.

“Yes.” Happy pat your head gently and ask the maid to help you to get ready. He gently takes you out of your and Tony’s home and drives to Stark’s mansion. When Happy near the mansion, your eyes widened in shock to see a car with big bold letters saying ‘Revengers’.

“Tony is there.” he said while driving the car in the garage.

“Don’t be, everybody is there. We will protect you.”

The security head of the mansion, Serge was waiting for you at the door of the mansion. He looked very serious at that time and it scares you more. He bowed to both of you and took you inside the mansion. The moment you entered, you were too shock to speak. The ‘Revengers’ were sitting on the couch with their eyes filled with fear. While Tony was sitting infront of them in a suit, which was showing his masculine arms and broad chest. Tony’s hair was wet but stared at each and every member with evilness. You walked slowly towards Tony and them. As you walk near you came face to face to the sight which makes your heart skips a beat and it was definitely not in good way- Natasha’s face was half disfigured, making you feel nauseous. Your palms were sweaty as you clenches the end of your dress tightly and walks near Tony.

Tony looks at your direction and got up from his seat before holding out his hand for you to catch. If you didn’t know better you would have thought that Tony’s anger has gone.

You immediately grabbed your boyfriend’s hand. Tony stare at you lovingly before pulling you and making you sit on his lap. He wrap his arms around you and tightened his grip around you, the grip was hurting you but you bite your lips to stop yourself from whimpering.

They all looked at you and Tony with a terror. They were never aware of this piece of information. Bucky and Steve now felt scared, really scared for the first time. Tony waited for few seconds when no response was there he finally made you sit on the couch while he removes his belt and stare at each one of them one by one. They didn’t make any sound or try to defend themselves. Everyone was just horror-shook.

Pepper and Happy just stood there watching everything only they know the horror of Tony. While you started to get pale in fear, without any warning Tony lashed out, hitting Steve with his belt hard. Tony definitely looked crazy, Tony memorized each and everyone’s face who touched you, who makes you drink that tranquilizer and powerful aphrodisiac, which could have make you insane if not gets treatment on time, who used your name as a free pass to get her work done, promising each person to let them sleep with you. Every face and their harassment to you, was fresh and live in Tony’s mind so he is going to punish them accordingly. You started to cry, the more you watched him crazily hitting the guitarist. You were trembling, Happy side hugged you, you immediately hide your face in his waist not wanting to see the terrible sight in front of you.

Blood was starting to drip through the guitarist’s hands, legs and back. Steve, he looked different his face looked disoriented with blood. Tony wasn’t going spare anyone. You kept crying and shouting every time you hear the noise of the belt hitting Steve’s body. You couldn’t bear the violence, but living with the man like Tony, this also becomes part of your life. You shook in fear and Tony was kinda disappointed by your reaction, he knew that you weren’t like him watching someone else getting hurt because of you was too much for you. He give you time to gulp down the sight.

After one hour when Steve and Bucky’s bodies collapsed in pain on the floor. Tony let go of them and looked at Wanda.

Tony pulled his girlfriend for a hug with his one hand. You immediately hid your face in his chest. And then that Tony’s hand slowly covered the your ears and at exactly that moment, you heard the gun shot not once or twice but four times. Maximoff siblings shouts in shock and fear while you flinched and hold Tony tightly and crying in his chest. You knew that he isn’t going to spare them so easily…yes easily...beating them was just warning session their real punishment was either death or temporary paralysis.

The two bullets went hit directly on both of Bucky’s legs while the other two in Steve’s. They were shouting louder than all their voice was cracking, they were shaking uncontrollably in pain and soon Bucky fainted. At that same time the security head, Peter entered the mansion followed by police. They picked both the band mates and took them to the hospital. Then Peter and Pepper escort Maximoff siblings to the door, meanwhile Natasha was sitting in the same position from start like a dead person. When Pepper came back she rolled up her sleeves and harshly grab Natasha and drag her out of the mansion. She does anything and everything Mr. Stark requires. Including occasionally taking out the trash.

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Biting the wobbly lip tucked between your teeth, you angrily fight back the welts of tears forming in the corners of your eyes. With your eyes locked on the floor below your fidgeting feet, you stare aimlessly as Tony catches sight of you between conversations with his men. Taking a second look at your nearly shaking form sitting down on the plush couch across the room, he wraps up his conversation before sending his men away. Watching your hands bundle into small fists in your lap with white knuckles and moon-shaped crevices digging into your palms, he waits with hands in his pockets as his men swiftly vacate the premises. Closing the door behind them, he walks over to where you're seated before crouching down in front of your trembling form. Upon seeing the newly-formed streams steadily flowing down your cheeks and the blazing frustration behind the swarms of your eyes, he feels his eyes soften as the image unfolds before him.

He asks, gently letting his hands come to cup the sides of your cheeks. With big thumbs coming to wipe the continuously flowing tears, he does his best to keep your plump cheeks high and dry. Shaking your head slightly as you can't seem to comprehend the words to speak through all the running thoughts behind your eyes, you let out small huffs and sniffles as you attempt to catch your breath. With a patient gaze, Tony squats idly in front of you with face in hands as you slightly calm yourself down.

Giving you a soft sympathetic smile, he nods his head before swiftly making his way to sit beside you. Letting out a small sigh, he wraps his brawny arm around your trembling shoulders as you move to rest your head in the crook of his neck after a couple of seconds. Letting your hand slide to wrap around his neck, he uses his other arm to gently scoop you into his grasp. With long strokes to your now coddled head, he whispers a mixture of sweet praises and shushes as he begins to subtly rock you in his lap. As your legs straddle either side of his, your bum sits perfectly between the slight gap of his thighs. Letting out all the emotion in which had bottled up over the last few days of his normal behavior and lack of love, sits there patiently as he attempts to pick up all the pieces of pain being laid out in front of him. Just as he always does.

Tony then leans slowly towards you. You bit your lips and leaned as well. You were going to kiss that was known to both of you. You both could feel your bodies as jelly and numb that was the effect of the love you both were having in that moment. Tony had his mind still in place but you were lost gone. The lack of love from him makes you sùcker for his warmth and this moment was everything you needed. Your uneven breath was flushing on Tony’s face while Tony had a dominating and yet a very gentle loving emotion for you.

Tony smirked and gently locked his lips with you. You let out a rough breath as it was hitching due to the sweet and juicy lips of Tony.

Tony this time used his tongue to kiss your lips. He would swirl his tongue on the full lips of you, lick it and then sück it whole. You wriggled on his lap and shifted more closer to him. Your bodies were locked as well with no gap left between them. You grabbed Tony’s hair to have a sense of life because the way he was kissing made your breath-taken, overwhelmed and weak. Tony pulled you by your waist as he increased the pace of your kiss.

Tony smirked again as he moved down to hamper your shoulder to neck and neck to ears. Tony slid his hand under your dress.

《♡》

Anthony Edward Stark is a cautious, yet observant man. Whoever steps foot in his palace, he makes sure to know everything about them. Who they are, they’re background, appearance, and how they approach him. Each and every thing can help him learn who he can trust, and who he cannot, who are his allies—and who are his enemies. Anthony aka Tony in short stood by his palace’s entrance, accompanied with his guards and greeted his special guests, one by one as they walked up his home’s grand steps. He makes sure to take notes on each and every person’s facial expression, their appearance, chosen attire, and the certain way they walk up to him. Anything could benefit him into knowing them. Their wealth and clan can be identified based on their specific appearance and choice of clothing. Their facial expressions help him learn what their true feelings and intentions are towards him that are hidden by their fake smiles and words. And lastly, the way they walk up to him can help him know the type of personality they have, whether that be obedient and innocent, or arrogant and untrustworthy. The way he learns about his guests have never failed him. That was, until he met you. Tony would be lying if he said he wasn’t astonished when his eyes laid on you for the first time. There were many things that left him utterly speechless when meeting you. For one, when his advisor told him that his guest would be bringing his wife, he was expecting an overly makeuped, good for nothing kind of woman—not an elegant and bold one. Another thing that left Tony speechless was your appearance, mostly your attire. You were dressed in innocent feminine-like clothing, silk robes that were decorated with few gold jewelry instead of fine expensive material with extravagant wearing of jewelry clothing royalty usually wear. And also your face radiates nature beauty, you weren’t wearing makeup like most women do too. Instead, your face carry innocent yet mysterious beauty. You held a simple wooden decorative fan. And lastly, your eyes. Tony has a remarkable judge of character. Maybe not as good when it came to you, but still adequate. On the outside, your eyes were shining with gentleness and a kind greeting. But he could tell there was something else hidden behind them- something that left him intrigued by you. You had an agenda—plans, and Tony was determined to find out what they are.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

The welcoming feast was extremely dull. Tony absorbed gallons of wine into his system, hoping that would help numb his mind and get through the rest of the evening without having to tear somebody’s head off from their body. And apparently you thought the same as he did. Across the table, Tony watched as you fanned yourself out of boredom while everyone else were socializing with one another, an unamused facial expression shown on your face. Tony couldn’t help but chuckle behind his glass when seeing one of the other wives say something to you and you flashed her a quick smile before dropping it back down into a straight line. It seems his attention on you didn’t go unnotice because next thing he knew, your eyes were now on him. Tony was expecting hints of disgust or uncomfortness from you, but instead he was met with sly smirk and a raised brow. Tony watches intently as you leaned over and whispered into your husband’s ear. Your husband—James Buchanan Barnes then stood up from his seat and bowed his head,

The entire dining hall fell silent, shocked expressions plastered on everyone’s faces at the table. Nobody has ever dared to leave one of Anthony Edward Stark’s feasts before. Who would want to, right? It’s considered a great honor for one self and their kingdom to be invited by the Emperor himself to attend one of his events. Whispers began to spread amongst the guests. “How shameless is James Buchanan Barnes’s wife?” “Wanting to leave the Emperor’s feast early? Utterly shameless I tell you.” “That James needs to discipline his wife.” “Doesn’t she know how important his Majesty’s events are? And she wants to leave just because she isn’t feeling well? Unbelievable.” “She needs to learn some manners—” Anxiety swept across Bucky’s face when hearing the gossips coming from the other royals, eyes wide and mouth gaped open with panic.

With just the clear of his throat, everybody fell silent once again and all eyes were now on him. Tony’s gaze would shift between you and your husband, curiosity filling his veins when noticing that there wasn’t any signs of illness presently visible on you. You weren’t trembling, your eyes weren’t red and skin wasn’t showing any signs of flushness. You looked fine. That only caused more questions to form in Tony’s mind. Like, what do you exactly want, and what is your reason for being here? Because according to his advisor, you weren’t even part of the guest list until today. That only raised even more suspicions he had towards you. And it’s not like he can just throw you out—actually, he can. It’s just that he doesn’t want to because now he’s curious, and he wants to see how things turn out.

One of his guards that stood by his side approached you and started to guide you to the physician’s office. And while you were leaving, Tony could see the glare coming from you and aimed right at him. If you wanted to play games with him, he’ll play.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Wandering through the palace halls at night was something Tony usually does whenever he can’t sleep. And apparently you had the same tendency too. While mindlessly strolling through his palace’s hallways, Tony’s eyes suddenly landed on your approaching figure, the first thing catching his attention was your choice of clothing. You were dressed in white inner robes, your sleep-wear, and the material was so thin and transparent that almost every feature about you was visible to him. The sight of your clear, smooth skin and every curve of your body and a thin chain around your waist made his mouth water. It was like you were purposely dressed like that to seduce him. Another thing that caught his eye was the small, slightly torn grayish book that was in your grasp, which was where your complete attention was on because you still haven’t noticed his presence despite the two of you walking towards the other.

Tony only hummed in reply, taking another small step towards you until you two now stood only inchest apart, him towering over you and staring down right at you.

Tony couldn’t help but find your reason funny, because he has always had trouble sleeping when there were other people staying in his palace. A brief silence came between you two before Tony spoke up once again,

Tony was impressed honestly, he had to admit. For everything he had to say against you, you had something say right back at him. There isn’t a lot of people who have that type of skill to think of words—believeable words right on the spot. Anybody would believe what you were saying—too bad he isn’t just anybody.

The rest of the walk to the gardens was in silence with you trailing forward while Tony stood back. And with your eyes focused on the path in front of you, Tony couldn’t help but send glances at you every once in a while, his eyes burning into your back, admiring at the clear view of your smooth skin through the thin, transparent material of your inner robes. He surely needs to give whoever crafted your sleepwear a raise—and a big one too. When the two of you finally got to the gardens, you were left instantly speechless at the sight of the many plots of different flowers, ranging from beautiful, vibrant ones that were quite common to dark, mysterious ones that you’ve never even seen before. Tony couldn’t deny how adorable you looked though when seeing his garden for the first time, eyes wide, shining with admiration and your mouth gaped open.

Silenced filled the atmosphere as Tony stood back and silently watched you admiring the many flowers. Normally he’d be annoyed for someone touching his property, but for some odd reason when it came to you he didn’t mind so much. Perhaps it’s because this might be the only way for him to get close to you and learn about your true intentions—or maybe he just really wants to do something nasty to you. Tony found himself once again staring at you, watching as you bent over to get a closer look at one of the flowers, giving him a perfect view of your aśs and hips, both in which he wants to grab and caress with his large hands.

Tony released a forceful chuckle, eyes briefly squinting at you suspiciously. It may have sound like a harmless joke, but to him, he could hear the small hints of truth behind them.

Silence came between you two again, Tony leaving you to inspect his garden in peace while he stood back and watched you. It wasn’t until an hour has passed you spoke up again, yawning,

You didn’t say anything, only held your head low to hide the small grin on your face as the both of you made your back to the chambers. And as you two got closer to your destination, you both were froze at the sound of möaning. Tony was confused at first as who it could be, but when turning to you and seeing the hardened expression on your face, he knew. “O-Oh, James—f-faster, please!” Tony was speechless. He knew many royals took on concubines while being married, but he didn’t know someone could so shameless as to bringing them to another person’s residence alongside their spouse.

Tony couldn’t help but chuckle. What kind of husband doesn’t have the desire to satisfy is own wife such as you? How could a husband sleep with another woman when he had such a beautiful wife? Maybe he should take you to his chamber and show you exactly what you’re missing.

Tony watched as you then opened the door went inside the chamber, causing your husband and the woman to stop and look at you with wide eyes.

Bucky’s attention instantly went back to the woman that was straddling his lap when hearing your words, hands kneading her breasts and hips and started thrüsting back up into her, causing moáns to erupt from both of them. Tony didn’t why, but the sight of them made his blood boil. Maybe he should go in there and satisfy you in front of your husband? That’ll show him what he is missing out. Tony continued to watch through the crack in the door as you walked past the couple and went onto the balcony. And once you were out of his sight, that’s when he finally got a clear view of the woman on your husband’s lap, and he instantly recognized her. She was one of the servants that accompanied you and Bucky here. Tony distinctly remembered seeing her earlier today, serving you tea after you got back from seeing the physician. Tony glared at the couple, scoffing at the sight. What did that James Buchanan Barnes see in that whòre of a servant that you don’t have? You are far more enticing than she is. Taking one last glance at the shameless couple, Tony retreated back to his chambers. And while he did so, his mind suddenly went back to you. How did someone so…unique end up with a man like James Buchanan Barnes? He’s a weak person, a shame to royal blood. You deserve to be with someone with real power, someone who would never leave you unsatisfied, both physically and emotionally. Someone like me, Tony thought. He could feel himself harden just from the thought of you. Damn you for having this type of power over me, his mind cursed. Tony has slept with countless of other royals before, both men and women, and he has never encountered someone like you. You are truly something else.

That night he slept with the feeling of Unsatisfaction.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Tony couldn’t find you anywhere the next day. He couldn’t find you at breakfast, he couldn’t find you during the conference with the other royals and their wives, and he couldn’t find you at lunch. Now as dinner was approaching, there still wasn’t any sign of you anywhere. But he had no problem finding your husband. Wherever he saw Bucky, he saw that whóre of a servant trailing behind him like a pet—but you no where to be seen. Tony thought about approaching him to ask about your whereabouts, but he couldn’t help but think of the consequences that would happen afterwards. But that still didn’t stop him from sending glares at the younger royal and the servant every now and then, which didn’t go unnotice by either of them.

For a very very brief moment, Tony could see panic glinting in his eyes before answering,

Liar, was Tony’s first thought, eyes glaring even more at the long, black-haired royal. Everyone at the table could feel the tension between their Emperor and the young royal, and still no one chose to speak up about it. Tony had a reputation. He is the first ever Emperor to achieve the throne through combat rather than family bloodline—and he is also the youngest ruler to ever be placed higher than a simple king. But that weren’t the only things he was known for. He was also generally known for being intelligent and quite reserved, and cruel if absolutely necessary, and also able to hold a grudge. It may sound simple, but everybody knew that if their Emperor had something against you, your days were limited. So that’s why nobody chose to speak up when seeing the menancing glares their Emperor were sending at the youngest and only surviving Barnes. Because they knew if they intervened, they’d only anger him and get on his list, and that’s the exact opposite of what they want to do. “Your Majesty,” his advisor suddenly whispered right beside him. “I think it would be a good idea to continue the meeting. Some of your guests has some things to say about the…improvements you’re doing to the North.”

Not even a second later, Steve Rogers, ruler of the Grant Kingdom stood up from his seat and spoke.

Tony asks, leaning back against his chair with an amused look on his face. He had to admit that he was impressed that the blonde man was the first to speak up. He may not be the youngest royal out of everyone, but he certainly is the one with the least experience when it came politics.

Tony continued to listen closely with his hands laced together and resting on top of his chest, rocking back and forth in his chair with an intent glint in his eyes.

Tony slammed his hand heavily onto the table, instantly silencing the young royal and causing everyone to gulp nervously. He may at times find it amusing when someone fights back, but he will never allow anyone to talk down against him, not in his own residence.

Steve nodded and sat down. Everybody tensed when Tony then stood up from his seat and slowly, intimidatingly made his way to Steve’s chair. And when placing his hands on the younger man’s shoulders, Tony couldn’t help but chuckle when feeling him jump slightly underneath his touch.

With one last pat on the shaking man’s shoulder, Tony pulled away, and he was standing straight again, his eyes suddenly fell on your figure who stood near the entrance of the conference hall. But you weren’t alone, no, three servants that he couldn’t recognize was with you. The four of you seemed to be in a deep conversation, and with everybody focused on him, nobody noticed you. Tony’s yes slightly squinted out of suspicion when seeing you then bow your head at the three servants, a smile on your face before each of you went your separate ways. Tony is definitely going to look into that.

Kiss aśs, Tony rolled his eyes, pushing himself away from the table. He then shifted his attention towards your husband and asks,

His advisor then rose from his chair and spoke up, “Okay everyone, thank you all for attending his Majesty’s annual end of conference feast this year. You may all now return to your rooms and get some rest before heading back to your own residences in the morning.” Tony stayed back and bid farewell to everyone, and once everyone was gone he left the conference hall with only one thing on his mind—you. He was determined to find out what exactly were you and those three servants were discussing about. Tony was so rapt on you that he didn’t even hear his advisor calling out of him to come back. He practically jogged to the chambers hall, heading straight to your room and when he got there, just as he was about barge right through the door he was then stopped by a sudden sound. Móans could be heard on the other side of the door—familiar female móans. Tony’s hands were already hovering over the door handle before he opened it slightly to where there was only a crack, giving him the view of seeing your husband with same servant girl from the night before. Tony watches as she claws his back, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he place open mouth kisses along her bare chest and thrüsted deep into her, causing loud, pleasurable mòans to erupt from both of their mouths. “Ja-James,” the young servant girl gasped, hands running up and down his sweaty back and fingers digging into his marked, glistening skin. “I’m close.”

Utterly shameless, Tony shook his head and pushed away from the door with disgust. Just as he was about to continue searching for you, he froze at the sound a voice behind him—a female voice. “Are you looking for Lady Barnes, your Majesty?” Tony turned around and was greeted by one of your servants, hands laced together and hanging in front of her with a wide smile on her face.

He expected her to just nod her head and leave, but instead she released a small chuckle and turned around, saying in a soft tone, “Follow me.” Tony was hesitant, eyes burning suspiciously into the servant girl’s back as she began to walk away. But he soon decided to follow her despite the constant warnings that were running through his head at the moment. The servant’s gaze was trained on the path in front of her, not even bothering to acknowledge the glare she was receiving by black-haired man that was trailing right behind her. The warnings that were consuming Tony’s head started to get louder as he continued to follow her deeper into his residence, parts of his home that he hasn’t even been in. Tony stopped in his place when the servant led him to a room with dark, double doors.

He asks with a cold expression, causing the young girl to chuckle and open the door without saying a word to him. He was about to question her even more but when he got to see what was behind the door, leaving him speechless. Standing right in front him was you, along with over a dozen guards and servants that were from many different kingdoms. Some of the guards and servants were part of the Grant Kingdom, some were from the Alodie Kingdom, and others were from your own home.

Tony was speechless. For once in his life he didn’t know what to say. For the first time he wasn’t the one that was planning in the shadows, plotting against somebody—but instead it was people who he has never even met before. “Why,” was the only thing that came out of his mouth in whisper.

“Yes, your Majesty,” one of the guards spoke up. Each and every person then stepped forward and began to speak loudly on their opinions of their leaders. “Steve Rogers is too young to be King—he doesn’t know how to rule.” “He can’t even hold a sword properly.” “Charlie Hogan is a spineless man, hiding behind his wife Elodie!” “Damn right he is! The moment the South comes barging into his palace, he’ll do whatever it takes to save his own skin and not his people.” “James Buchanan Barnes is shameless bastard who would rather spend his time fcking his servants than leading his own Kingdom.” Tony could see you snicker at that comment. “He spends our taxes buying whòres instead of using it to improve our home.” “None of them belong on the throne!”

Tony stared down at you with such desire. He may have found you attractive before, but now he couldn’t help but find you utterly irresistible.

Tony had his suspicions already about the war. He has heard from his own agents that the South were planning on some sort of invasion, but there wasn’t any evidence that confirmed that. So sadly he hasn’t been able to do any preparations—at least, none without the other royals knowledge of it. You shook your head.

Tony didn’t replay, eyes briefly glancing at the people that surrounded him. You must’ve noticed his still cautious state because next thing he knew you were signaling everybody out, telling them to-

Tony was starting to get frustrated. He has never had trouble understanding someone before until he met you. And now because of you, his mind was a complete mess.

As each compliment came out of your mouth, Tony couldn’t help but feel himself starting to get hard underneath his lower robes, and you running your hands seductively over his chest definitely wasn’t helping.

Tony then turns you around in one quick motion, causing you to gasp at the sudden action and feeling his strong chest pressed up against your back and lips brushing against your ear. A tiny mòan escaped from your lips when feeling his hard length suddenly rub against your asś, you yourself starting to feel the heat between your legs.

You stuttered out, tilting your head back from the sensation, giving Tony the opportunity to lean down and leaving wet, tender kisses along your neck and bare shoulder, leaving dark bruises that’ll be near impossible to cover up tomorrow morning.

Tony left another mark on your skin, dragging his finger across your heat, teasing your clenching hole with his fingertip.

And when you nodded, that was all Tony needed before turning you around to face him and crashing his lips down forcefully onto yours. The kiss was rough, yet tender and filled with lüst. With your hands around his neck, Tony slid down to your thighs and hoisted you up into his arms, deepening the kiss with his lips moving in perfect sync against yours. The kiss was like a drug that neither of you couldn’t get enough of.

It was quite ironic though, because Tony was everything but patient when it came to you. He couldn’t wait any longer. Instead of carrying you all the way to his chamber, he laid you on the closest flat surface which happened to be a table and tore your robes completely off of you, leaving you bare and them in ruins. Tony decided to take his sweet time with you, dragging his lips across your ankles, up your legs to your meaty thighs. He then began to leave open mouth kisses over your abdomen and up your chest, teasing your sweet spots with his tongue and grazing the wet muscle over your collarbone. Tony continued his assault on your body until he reached back up your lips, capturing them this time into a soft, passionate kiss which you gladly returned without a second thought, hands sliding up to his shoulders and helping him strip from his own robes, revealing his brownish and toned body. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, eyeing his define muscles, the way his abs clenched as he climbed onto the table and hovered over you, and the way his biceps bulged as he held himself above you.

The night was then soon filled with nothing but the sound your combined mòans, skin slapping and the shared whispers of sweet words between one another. This was the start of something new.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

“J-James, faster, faster please!” The sound of the woman’s mòans and the bed’s headboard banging against the connecting wall to your room made your blood boil. Your hands clenched into fists and teeth biting angrily down onto your lips.

You could hear your husband say through the thin wall, making the rage that flowed through your veins grow more.

“Your Highness,” the sound of a man’s voice tore you out of your thoughts, “I’ve done what you’ve asked me to do.”

The guard nodded his head once you turned around, “Yes, your Highness. The only people remaining in the palace are your loyal followers. Everyone else has been sent home.”

The only word came out of your mouth before leaving your chamber with the guard following closely behind you. You walked over to the next door and didn’t bother knocking before barging right in, your husband and the girl instantly jumping to cover themselves with the thin bedsheets.

You didn’t say anything, only smiled, and that caused fear to form in the pit of Bucky’s gut. With just the simple nod of your head, the guard walked over to the servant girl and snatched her by her hair, tearing her away from his grasp and yanking her off the bed and onto the ground.

Bucky tried to reach for her but stopped when the guard pulled out a dagger and held the sharp blade against her neck, tears shining in her eyes. He then turned towards you, eyes glistening as well-

Was all you said before nodding your head again, giving the guard the order to slide his blade across the girl’s throat, killing her instantly and letting her limp body collapse into the ground.

Bucky’s head shot up from your heartless comment, his teary eyes shining with a newfound rage. Before he had the chance to say anything the guard approached him from behind and wrapped his arms tightly around his neck. He immediately began clawing at his arms, trying to gasp for air that was becoming harder and harder to obtain, eyes bright red and nearly bulging out, tears slipping from them and sliding down his cheeks. The last thing he saw before he took his last breath and eyes slowly closed was you standing in front of him with tint of guilt in eyes but proud grin on your lips.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

“Your Majesty.” Tony glanced up from his book to see his personal advisor standing right in front of him by his library’s entrance. He hummed in reply, signaling for the young man to continue. “We’ve gotten word from Lady Barnes—” Tony glared at him, causing his advisor to pause and correct his words, “—I mean, Lady Stark’s agents that they have completed their duties.”

Tony asked with a raised brow. He knew you were more than capable of doing this, but he thought something this major would take at least a week to accomplish. He didn’t expect to hear about any success two days later. “Yes, your Majesty,” his advisor nodded. “The Alodie palace is in flames at this moment and there is word that Charlie Hogan himself and his wife Elodie were in their chamber when the fire happened. And as for Steve Rogers, he was found murdered in his bed with a dagger in his chest. Some say it was one of his concubines that done it.”

“Yes, your Majesty she was,” his advisor answered. “I was informed about James Buchanan Barnes’s death by Lady Stark herself.”

“Would you like to start writing your succession speech now, your Majesty?”

“Yes, your Majesty,” his advisor nodded his head, and before leaving he turned back and said to him in a teasing tone, “Oh, and someone is here to see you.” Tony was about to ask him who it was, but he stopped himself when his eyes suddenly landed on you standing in his library’s entrance, his heart stopping in his chest at the sight of you.

He stuttered out, cringing at the sound of himself. In all his years of living, nobody has ever had this type of power over him—but he wasn’t complaining either.

Your reply sent tingles all over his body—and he loved it. There was nothing but silence afterwards between you two because there wasn’t any need for words. The only thing you two needed to express the feelings you have for each other was your eyes—the passion, the lust, the love, the want that shined in them. This is just the beginning for you two.

A/N:- not completely mine.😊