Featuring:After the epic fight on the train, Ryan must comfort the grieving Steve. I had pretty much become an official part of Captain America’s team (which had been nicknamed the ‘Howling Commandos’), as again and again, I helped him take down Hydra bases. I had shot my first gun! I couldn’t believe it. From working in IT to helping Captain America in WW2, shooting down nazis and Hydra. I was amazed I lived throughout it all, but Steve always made sure I was safe. The shield had been painted the proper colours, meaning I saw the iconic Captain America shield in real life! I had to resist fanboying hard. We kept going and going, destroying and taking down Hydra bases in all these different locations and countries. It was incredible! I felt like I was actually doing good! Our team was currently on a cliff face, in thick snow. We were looking upon a railway line, which we had a zip line going over it. I didn’t feel good about this… I knew what was going to happen, despite the months I had spent in this war, I remembered the movie. This was the day Bucky ‘died’. Or at least, supposedly. Some men were listening in to a Hydra radio, as we waited. “Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone at Coney Island?” Bucky asked. “Yeah, and I threw up.” Steve remembered. “This isn’t payback, is it?” Bucky said. “Now why would I do that?” Steve smirked. “We were right. Dr. Zola’s on the train. Hydra dispatcher gave him permission to open up the throttle. Wherever he’s going, they must need him bad.” Gabe told us. “Let’s get going, because they’re moving like the devil.” Montgomery said as we heard the train on its way. “We only have a 10 second window. You miss that window, we’re bugs on a windshield.” Steve warned us. “Mind the gap.” I sighed. “Better get going, bugs.” Dugan told us as the train got closer and closer. “Maintenant!” Jacques shouted. So, Steve, Bucky, Gabe and I jumped up onto the zip line and went down. I had never taken a zip line in my life, let alone taking one and hoping to land on a MOVING TRAIN! I felt the cold air whip past my face as we zoomed through the mountain range. I followed Steve’s lead and dropped down onto the train. “YOU OKAY?” Steve yelled back to me, as I clung onto the metal beneath me. I just nodded. We ran up the train until finally finding a ladder that we climbed down to step through a door, finally being ‘safe’ inside a carriage. Gabe went to another part of the train, to help clear it out. We kept quiet, sneaking down the train that had very futuristic, sleek walls. Steve and I went ahead into a carriage when suddenly, Bucky closed the door behind us, separating us. He began shooting at something behind him. Then suddenly, a loud, high pitched noise came. We looked around to see a soldier who had this big armour, which was clearly powered by whatever this neon blue stuff was. Steve pushes me to the side, behind these boxes, before shooting at the soldier. He shot and a bright blue light zoomed down the train’s carriage. It caused a huge dent against a wall, burning it too. “KEEP AGAINST THE WALL!” Steve yelled as it shot again. Then, as it charged up, Steve ran up, jumped and grabbed a hook hanging from the ceiling. Almost like another zip line, it slid down the train with Steve holding onto it, holding his shield up, which the soldier shot at. Then SMASH! Steve kicked him in the face then when he was on the floor, punched him hard enough to knock him out. We could hear gunshots coming from Bucky’s carriage. “Shit, he’s in trouble!” Steve said, worried.
“I have an idea.” I said, rushing down and then grabbing the gun the soldier had. I lifted it slightly then shot it down to the door separating us from Bucky. It smashed through our carriage door. “You’re amazing.” Steve told me. We ran through, but there was another door - but easily open-able. We watched as he hid behind cover, then we did too as we didn’t want to be shot through the window. There was a big shelving unit that was in the middle, with long boxes sat upon it. Steve opened it up, threw a gun at Bucky, then went barrelling down, holding his shield up. He smashed a box on a shelf which whooshed towards the soldier. He dodged it, going straight into Bucky’s line of fire. BANG! He was shot down. “I had him on the ropes.” Bucky said. “I know you did.” Steve said when we suddenly heard the familiar high pitched noise again. We turned to see the soldier Steve thought he had taken care of, suddenly shoot at us. “GET DOWN!” He yelled holding his shield up - but it was too late. The sci-fi gun shot straight into Cap’s shield, but also ended up blowing a huge hole into the side of the train. Steve and I had hit the other side of the train, hard. “Kill him, now!” We heard Zola say on a overhead speaker. Bucky picked up the shield and held out his gun, shooting at the crazily armed soldier. “You okay?” He asked me. “Help him!” I snapped at Steve. It shot again at the shield Bucky was holding, but due to his lack of strength, flew straight off his feet through the hole in the train. Angry, Steve grabbed the shield and threw it straight at the soldier, flinging him off his feet, too. Bucky was hanging off the train, on a small bar, from the train that had been torn away. “BUCKY!” Steve cried out, taking his helmet off and giving it to me. He stepped out through the hole of the train, trying to get closer. He climbed on the side of the train. I didn’t know what to do! I couldn’t help! And I knew what was about to happen was inevitable. “GRAB MY HAND!” Steve yelled as the bar Bucky was holding onto was giving way. Then- “NO!” Steve cried as the bar ripped off and Bucky fell. He was gone. “Steve! C’mere!” I yelled. He climbed back to the carriage and sadly hugged me. I could tell he was devastated. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, sorry. He was a good man.” I told him, holding him close. “He was… He was my best friend… I just saved him and he’s gone again…” Steve cried. “I know. It’s okay… You will be okay.” I promised. It was a quiet few days. Steve didn’t really want to sleep with me, so I had ended up sleeping in the other bedroom (we managed to fix his bed). I tried comforting him, but he would usually just keep quiet. That was, until tonight. There was a knock at my door at around 2am. The door opened and I saw Steve, in a pair of briefs. I was in bed wearing my own pair of boxers, too. “R-Ryan? C-Can I…” His face looked wet with tears and he was visibly shaking. “Come here.” I told him, pulling the duvet back for him to join me. He sat down on the mattress beside me. “I know I’m supposed to be Captain America, all brave and hopeful, but… I lost my best friend and… I feel like shit.” Steve whispered. I pulled him into a hug. “Steve… You may be Captain America and you may be a super soldier but you’re also human. You’re allowed to grieve.” I reasoned with him. And he began crying into my shoulder. I hugged him, tightly, trying my best to be there for him. This was a side of Steve most people didn’t get to see, both in and out of film. “It’s okay… It’s okay…” I whispered as he broke down in my arms. He was there for about 40 minutes as I did my best to comfort him. “I’m sorry…” “Don’t be sorry… It’s okay.” I said, stroking his big bicep, caringly. He finally looked up at me, his face drenched in tears. I rubbed them away with my thumb. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry about what happened to Bucky. But he’ll be so proud of you. He was lucky to be able to call you his best friend.” I told him. “We will take down the Red Skull. We will avenge him.” I promised him. Then suddenly, he kissed me, passionately. He pushed me backwards until he was laying on top of me. It was very sweet at first, but gradually got more heated. I could sense where this was going. “St-Steve… Are you sure about this?” I whispered, breaking off his lips. “I am. I want this. Please Ryan I-I need to…” Steve said. “If it’ll make you feel better, of course.” I said before kissing him again. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. We kissed each other, affectionately, for a few minutes as I felt his hips grind into me a bit. His hands ran down my body and gripped my boxers and then suddenly… RIIIIIIIP! He tore them clean off my waist. “Holy shi-“ I muttered but he cut me off by resuming our kiss. He continued to grind his hips into me as he moved his lips onto my neck. “Fuck, Steve…” I whispered. “Get on your back… Let me make you feel good…” I muttered. So Steve rolled off me into his back and I got on top of him. I took one of his nipples into my mouth. I listened to him quietly groan as I sucked on his nub and groped his other pec. I began kissing down his abs, getting closer and closer to his hard cock that were constrained in his briefs. I gripped the hem and pulled them downwards, letting it free. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft and pulled back the foreskin. It looked so impressive and large in front of me, making my mouth water. I parted my lips and took the head into my mouth and slowly let it fill my mouth, trying to take in as much as possible. “Ohhhh yeaaaaah…” Steve said, breaking into a small smile as he gripped my hair, watching me bob my head up and down on all the inches I could take, whilst stroking the rest. I drooled around the thick meat, running my tongue up and down the underside, feeling the veins against my tongue. He tasted so good as I tasted precum slowly oozing out when I flicked my tongue across the tip. “That feels so good babe…” Steve muttered. “L-Let me… I wanna fuck you…” He stammered. “Mmmm, you’re the captain.” I smirked, coming off his shaft before giving the tip a kiss. Steve soon lubed up his cock and had me on my back, beneath him, with my legs around his waist, feeling the tip of his shaft brush against my hole. “Y-You ready?” He asked me, cautiously. I reached up and cupped his face. “Of course. I’m here for you.” I promised him. “Thank you.” He said, then slowly began pushing his thick shaft into me. I couldn’t help but scrunch my face up a bit as I felt the first initial pain of it filling me up more and more. “Its okay, baby…” He whispered, leaning down and kissing at my neck as he continued going deeper. “I’m okay… I will be… Fuck me, Cap…” I muttered. So, Steve slowly began thrusting his hips back and forth, propping himself up by placing both hands on either side of my head. I gripped his biceps as I felt his size slide in and out of me. However, I did eventually feel the pleasure wash through me. “Dammit, that feels so good…” Steve groaned, picking up the speed, making the bed start to shake. “Fuckkk yeah, Steve, fuck me…” I moaned, digging my nails into his biceps harder. “Mmmm yeaaaah…” He said under his breath, biting his bottom lip. I watched his muscular body move and his pecs even flexing as he fucked me and it was just such a hot sight. My cock was rock hard and oozing out precum, yet completely untouched. “You’re so fucking big…” I moaned, groping one of his pecs. “Mmmmm you love feeling me inside you, don’t you?” Steve said, going harder, ramming into me, his balls slapping loudly. “Oh fuck yes, Steve… It feels so good! I love you inside me so much!” I groaned before my lips were suddenly crashed into by his. He hungrily kissed me as he continued thrusting into me. I moaned into his mouth, practically clawing at his back as his hips worked like the fastest pistons, snapping back and forth. It was so intense and the pleasure he was sending me into was incredible. As if to make me a writhing mess, he took my cock in his hand and began stroking it, bringing me closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. “I’m-I’m gonna cum…” I whimpered between kisses. “Me too, baby…” Steve whispered, pressing his forehead against mine. “Cum for me, Ryan…” He told me. That was all I needed. I moaned really loudly. Intelligible noises came out of my mouth as I began shooting load after load, onto Steve’s abs, hand and my own body. My ass tightened even more around Steve’s shaft, which pushed him over the edge too. “Argh shit! Fuck yes! Mmmmm… Oh fuckkk…” Steve grunted as I felt his ridiculous amount of cum unload deep into my ass. When Steve was finally done filling my ass up, he pulled out and flopped onto the bed next to me. We both laid there, panting and covered in sweat. “Wow…” I whispered, looking over to him. “Yeah… Wow.” He said, rolling onto his back and looking over at me. “Thank you.” He said. “No, thank you.” I scoffed. “No, not just this but… For being here for me. I… I don’t know how I’d be dealing with this, without you.” Steve admitted. “You’d be okay. I know it’s painful, but you’re a strong man. And I don’t mean your muscles… I mean your heart, determination and passion for doing the right thing.” I promised him. “Why don’t I love you? Like I love you, but like… I’m not in love with you. And I feel like I should be. You’re so perfect.” Steve sighed, confused. “Because you love Peggie.” I told him. “And I am no Peggie, that’s for sure.” “Do you think we could ever be a thing?” Steve asked. I felt so bad… I knew he’d end up in the ice and then not long after he awoke Carter would die of old age. “Y-Yeah… I do.” I smiled, not wanting him to feel worse.
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