Stephanie Grace Rogers had been having a wonderful time. The future was great. The food was good, there were so many new technological marvels, and she could now see better and in color. More importantly, she had been reunited with her best friend and the love of her life, and they lived together in a nice little apartment like an actual couple.
She was having a particularly wonderful time that night as Bucky worked her up toward her first orgasm, his hand already slick with her wetness as she humped and ground against him. Her tiny frame did not deter her from being such a wild thing in bed — something that had surprised her at first, but he was perfectly happy with practically everything and anything she did that it didn't take long for her to stop second guessing herself and just do whatever she felt like doing. Like leave claw marks on his back, or let herself get photographed while covered in his cum. That was the plan again tonight, though she'd also surprised him with a sexy little red nightie and matching lace panties to get drenched in.
She was already worked up enough that she let out a whine by the time he had to pull away. She didn't really try to stop him though. She knew his history well by now, and she understood that he had enemies. But she was no Captain America, that fate had never become hers, so the best thing she could do was do what she was told and stay out of his way.
She was doing fine with that until she heard a clang from beyond the bedroom. If she heard it, then it had to be loud and something was going on, since her hearing was pretty much as shit as her eyesight but without any technological intervention, or at least not yet. Concerned now, she bolted upright and slipped out of the bed, grabbing her glasses from the nightstand. (She hated how they got in the way of kissing and whatever else so she didn't wear them whenever they made out or had sex.)
"Darling?" she called out as she stepped out of the room and flipped on the nearest switch. Right as she did, the weird paperweight from the kitchen counter flew right past her. Startled, she swore and stepped back, then looked around to see where it went.
"Holy shit."
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Minutes earlier, a much, much older Stephanie Grace Rogers — who now went by Gracie Barnes, for the most part — hurried into her old apartment after making the strangest walk through New York in years. It wasn't Bucky's gawking and fascination with the next century that weirded her out; it was how alien it all felt to her after having spent the last four or so years back in the 40s. Even if she hadn't gotten married and decided to settle down in the past, she would've felt the same: that she didn't belong here anymore.
That was what distracted her. Otherwise she would've thought to knock, because this apartment wasn't hers anymore. She just wanted some peace and quiet and a chance to collect herself.
Instead, she suddenly found herself in the middle of a fight. Having turned to help Bucky up, she lifted the shield — still in its bag — just in time to deflect a powerful blow. The jolt through her system was a wake-up call, priming her body for combat. Her effectiveness was impeded by a few factors, however. First, she realized who she was fighting, and she didn't want to hurt him. Second, she remembered where they were, and she didn't want to destroy anything. Third, Bucky had of course joined the fray, and despite their shared histories, they had never actually fought together.
By the time the lights came on, Bucky had the shield, and she'd called Mjolnir to her hand because Bucky — the Bucky of this timeline, the one she grew up with — had managed to grab her in a headlock.
And gaping at them was little Stephanie, hair mussed and wearing a nightie.
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She was having a particularly wonderful time that night as Bucky worked her up toward her first orgasm, his hand already slick with her wetness as she humped and ground against him. Her tiny frame did not deter her from being such a wild thing in bed — something that had surprised her at first, but he was perfectly happy with practically everything and anything she did that it didn't take long for her to stop second guessing herself and just do whatever she felt like doing. Like leave claw marks on his back, or let herself get photographed while covered in his cum. That was the plan again tonight, though she'd also surprised him with a sexy little red nightie and matching lace panties to get drenched in.
She was already worked up enough that she let out a whine by the time he had to pull away. She didn't really try to stop him though. She knew his history well by now, and she understood that he had enemies. But she was no Captain America, that fate had never become hers, so the best thing she could do was do what she was told and stay out of his way.
She was doing fine with that until she heard a clang from beyond the bedroom. If she heard it, then it had to be loud and something was going on, since her hearing was pretty much as shit as her eyesight but without any technological intervention, or at least not yet. Concerned now, she bolted upright and slipped out of the bed, grabbing her glasses from the nightstand. (She hated how they got in the way of kissing and whatever else so she didn't wear them whenever they made out or had sex.)
"Darling?" she called out as she stepped out of the room and flipped on the nearest switch. Right as she did, the weird paperweight from the kitchen counter flew right past her. Startled, she swore and stepped back, then looked around to see where it went.
"Holy shit."
Minutes earlier, a much, much older Stephanie Grace Rogers — who now went by Gracie Barnes, for the most part — hurried into her old apartment after making the strangest walk through New York in years. It wasn't Bucky's gawking and fascination with the next century that weirded her out; it was how alien it all felt to her after having spent the last four or so years back in the 40s. Even if she hadn't gotten married and decided to settle down in the past, she would've felt the same: that she didn't belong here anymore.
That was what distracted her. Otherwise she would've thought to knock, because this apartment wasn't hers anymore. She just wanted some peace and quiet and a chance to collect herself.
Instead, she suddenly found herself in the middle of a fight. Having turned to help Bucky up, she lifted the shield — still in its bag — just in time to deflect a powerful blow. The jolt through her system was a wake-up call, priming her body for combat. Her effectiveness was impeded by a few factors, however. First, she realized who she was fighting, and she didn't want to hurt him. Second, she remembered where they were, and she didn't want to destroy anything. Third, Bucky had of course joined the fray, and despite their shared histories, they had never actually fought together.
By the time the lights came on, Bucky had the shield, and she'd called Mjolnir to her hand because Bucky — the Bucky of this timeline, the one she grew up with — had managed to grab her in a headlock.
And gaping at them was little Stephanie, hair mussed and wearing a nightie.
Fuck.