Well, what do we have here?
Hello. The name's Kara, but I'm guessing you knew that if you're here . I'll find you anything-- people, things, whatever. I get to name the price, though. Pay high enough and I'll look away from what you're doing with what I found for you. But you better be really sure of what you want, because if there's one thing I know-- it's that looks can be deceiving. ((Kara is an OC that will RP with anyone. I track the tag caughtinthenight))
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A Class In Itself

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Kara smiled and nodded, “thank you, sir. You’re very welcome.” Of course, it would only be spoiling if it were voluntary, but she didn’t say that. She nodded and left when he dismissed her, hurrying down to the kitchen and putting on a pot to boil. She was the head servant of the house- she had no idea why she’d been given so much preference, especially when there were many older than her. Perhaps because of the esteem her parents had had serving the house. She was just putting the tea in the water when a new hire got in an argument with a seasoned worker, pulling on a tray stubbornly until the other lost hold and he fell back, right into the fire.

Kara cursed and hurried forward, pulling him out without much harm done besides a severely burnt hand. She shushed him as he began to howl before the master could hear, wrapping it up with a piece of cloth. “Would you get fired over your pride?” She hissed, slapping him. She sent him off with a few others to be taken care of only to realize that it had overbrewed. “One moment, sir!” She called, putting on a fresh pot. She finally came out ten minutes later, “I apologize, sir,” she said, pouring his tea.

Steve was reading the paper waiting for his drink before he finished breakfast. He frowned hearing the crash, “Kara? Everything alright in there?” If he had to get up and check on them it would not be good. Steve looked up again hearing the yell from the kitchen and folded the paper irritably, “Quiet all that racket! Whats going on!” He sighed annoyed at Kara’s answer and looked up when she arrived with his tea, “My word, woman! You took so long now my breakfast is cold!” He said annoyed when she poured his tea. He rolled his eyes, “Please get me another plate and another cup of tea if you don’t mind.” He said grabbing the paper and lifting it to read while he sipped his fresh cup of tea, waiting for his hot breakfast. “Hurry back. I have to be at the bank soon.” ALthough it didn’t matter when he showed up. He was the owner after all. 

Kara bowed and nodded, “of course, sir. My apologies.” She barely managed to get out without rolling her eyes. Had it been possible, she would have left the job she was in years ago. But people counted on her. The master liked and trusted her as much as someone like he could, which was a grace not spared for many of the other servants. And she had to provide for her sister’s daughters. But the way the man treated her… She shook her head as she cooked up more sauce, calling to the other cooks to help her. In under ten minutes she had the meal prepared again, which she brought out with his tea. “There you are, sir. I hope you find it to your liking.”

M!A: Six Feet Under: Your muse is suffering severe necrosis all over their body. They are, essentially, rotting while still alive.

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Kara got up quickly and wet some paper towels, glad she had tucked a napkin into his shirt. She had made it large enough that he hadn’t stained it. She cleaned him up, careful not to hurt him. “You’re going to have your hair washed. And then you’re going to watch a movie with me,” she said firmly. She refused to let Steve think about himself for too long. She at least wanted his last days to be as pleasurable as she could make them. “No. Tony is coming to see you.” She finished cleaning him and wheeled him to the bathroom, leaving him outside as she stacked towels on the floor. 

When she’d set all of it up she went back and picked him up out of the chair with ease, lying him down on the towels with his head resting on one on the edge of the tub. She got the shower head and tested the heat of the water before getting his hair wet- what was left of it- and massaging the shampoo into his scalp with light fingers. “Does that feel good?” She murmured. When she finished she turned the water off and dried his head with a towel, carrying him to the couch and turning on the movie they had started a few days before. She held him against her, “Tony will be here soon,” she whispered, running her fingers through his damp hair.

Steve hadn’t even noticed that she’d tucked a napkin in his shirt. He winced as she touched his sensitive face. He closed his eyes as she cleaned him up but opened them confused when she said she was going to wash his hair. He hardly ever got a bath. It hurt him too much. He honestly wasn’t sure how Kara could stand the smell of him. “That will be good…” He said trying to give a nod but his head just lolled forward. “Tony… Tony… tony’s coming… Tony… good yes… Tony can help… Bruce… maybe think of something to help me.” He muttered as she took him to the bathroom.

He quavered in pain as she picked him up out of the chair. The position seriously hurt his neck but he wasn’t about to tell Kara. He closed his eyes as she got his head wet thankful that it wasn’t too hot. As she massaged his scalp he gave a soft sigh of pleasure. His neck still killed him but it was worth it. “Ya…” Was all he was able to get out when she asked if it felt good. 

He seemed to have perked up, starting to have a better day. The breakfast seemed like it was going to stay down for now which was a miracle in itself. He honestly couldn’t remember the movie at all but wasn’t going to ask her to start it over. He at least wanted to pretend like he could remember a few things. “Yes… Tony… is he bringing Bruce? They’re going to help me right… they’ll know how to help me…” His friends would save him. Thats what the Avengers were for right? And he trusted his science friends to come up with a cure. But why had it taken them so long to visit, “Did they already find a cure… is that why Tony hasn’t come yet?” He asked with a childlike hope.

Kara shook her head, “just Tony is coming.” Her throat constricted at his question. She didn’t know if Tony could help. He’d been asking to come, but Kara had delayed it, hoping Steve would turn around. How stupid of her. “You’ll have to ask him yourself.” She kissed his forehead. “Now relax and watch the movie.” The got pretty close to the end by the time Tony came. Kara was combing Steve’s hair as he watched when the knock came on the door. “Come in!” She called. “Key’s where it always is.”

Tony reached down and retrieved the key from under the mat, “so you haven’t moved,” he called through the door. “Could’ve sworn you were skipping out, with all the excuses you’ve made.” He opened the door and wrinkled his nose at the smell that hit him. Flowers? Steve’s apartment never smelled like that. But then he caught sight of Steve and understood. This was Kara’s doing. Because for all the pleasant smell, he could tell that just underneath it was the faint smell of death. 

Steve looked… worse than terrible. Was that even the same man? He was haggard he looked dead already. Kara hadn’t told him how bad he was. But he didn’t let any of it show, putting on his usual expression. “Hey there, cap. Can’t help but see you started and ended the movie without me. Considerate, but you really shouldn’t have. I’d have suffered through.”  He slumped onto the couch beside him, his mind already working furiously to process everything. He’d have to have a talk with Kara in private.

STEVE/ KARA AU: YOUR MUSE SEES MINE BEING SOLD IN A BRUTAL SLAVER’S MARKET.

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Kara had slept on the desk- she didn’t want such disgustingly close proximity to the slave, though she supposed she’d have to get fairly close to break him- and was awake and back to work, used to sleeping in strange places. She turned and raised a brow at his words, “harsh tone is not appreciated,” she rebuked, a warning in her voice. “I took you down and dressed your wounds. Any good master knows that a slave that does not heal properly is half useless.” She turned back to her writing. “Are you hungry? Can you stand?” She addressed the questions to him without looking his way.

Steve pursed his lips at her words and sighed. Whatever… “Well its a first for me… I can’t help it if I’m a little leery of you…” He hesitated when she asked if he was hungry, “Yes and… probably… I may need help getting up… are you really offering to help me and feed me…” He didn’t trust her at all. This all smelled like a trick to him. He winced and gave a small cry of pain as he stood but was otherwise fine. His serum contributed to his quick healing and it helped that he had a master now that would actually tend to his wounds. “What am I allowed to eat?” He asked daring to speak. He wondered how far he could push this master and wondered what he could get away with. 

Kara closed her eyes for a moment before turning back to him, staring at him icily. “Just because I clean up my mess does not mean I am unwilling to make it again. You will speak only when spoken to. Anything else will result in punishment. Do you understand?” She stood up and pushed in her chair. “You will wait until I am ready. Then you will accompany me to breakfast.” She pulled out her clothing for the day and began to strip, getting into her new clothes. She did not care if he saw. He was only a slave. The other women might think of slaves as something more, and she greatly profited from that. But they were nothing but workforce for her. “Your clothing is on the nightstand. Tell me if you need assistance.”

Steve glared at her and set his jaw clearly resisting the urge to spit out an insult. His eyes widened however as she started to change. He quickly turned away and noticed his pile of clothes on the nightstand. He took them not sure if he should change in front of her. He figured since she had just changed in front of him, he could do the same. He bit his lip to keep from crying out and struggled into his clothes not wanting to accept her help at all. 

When he was dressed and ready he turned to her a snarl still on his lips but he remained silent and waited for her patiently. He clenched his fists. The slave clearly emitted power and was a force to be reckoned with. 

Kara raised a brow, clearly not impressed by his attempt at intimidation. “Come. It is time for breakfast.”

Over the next few weeks Kara enacted out her plan. She began to treat him with a slight preference that showed she liked him- allowing him to get away with small things that she would beat the others for, making excuses to spend more time in the library with him, teaching him to read and write and do arithmetic. She had let him stay away from the breeding houses. But tonight was the night of her party. Time for the next part of her plan to break him.

"You remember your duties for the night?" She asked him as they sat over a children’s book. "You are to service the ladies that wish it. I assume you know what I mean by servicing."

A Class In Itself

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It was six in the morning: nearly time for breakfast. For the master, anyway. Kara had been up much earlier, getting ready, preparing the table- everything that the master required when he woke in the morning. Of course, Kara thought the whole setup was ridiculous. Born and raised in a family of servants, she’d been taught since childhood that everyone had their place in society, and that they should stay firmly planted in it. She had never agreed. Yet here she was, main servant to the master. She only hoped that would change sooner rather than later.

She went up and entered the master’s room, stoking the fire to make the room warm. Ten minutes later she approached him, “Master Rogers? It is time for you to get up.”

Steve was sleeping soundly until the maid woke him up. He moaned and slowly sat up, “Fine… fine…” he pushed back the covers to reveal his night clothes and slowly got out of bed. He yawned and stretched before wiping the sleep from his eyes. “Where are my clothes… What did you make for breakfast this morning?” He asked yawning again knowing that he would have to head down to the bank soon.

Steve’s family was old money. In fact they owned the largest bank in the state of New York. Well Steve owned it now that his family was dead. He didn’t exactly enjoy owning a bank but the benefits were nice. He got invited to all the best parties but of course he held the best of them all. 

Kara picked up his shirt, “Right here, sir. Your arms.” When he raised them she put his shirt over his head, “sit down, please, sir.” She helped him into his pants and tucked his shirt in around them, used to the routine. “Poached eggs with hollandaise. With a side of toast and ham from your smokehouse, sir.” Normally men had manservants. But he had to have a woman. He could do what he wanted. He was the richest man in New York. “Here, sir.” She tied his cravat and helped him into a waistcoat, “there… You should be ready. Breakfast is waiting for you downstairs, and your coat is at the door.” She curtsied as she finished. His grooming was not up to her except by command- which usually came after one of his “wonderful” parties.

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Steve got up and held up his arms and then sat so she could get his clothes on. He smiled and raised his brows at the sound of the food. “You spoil me Kara. That sounds like a lovely breakfast. Thank you.” WHen he was ready he straightened the coat and dismissed Kara with a wave of his hand, “Oh Kara. Can you put on some tea for me?” He asked looking at himself in the mirror to comb his hair.

Once he was ready he made his way down to the dining room where his breakfast was waiting for him. He smiled and sat down digging in, “Kara? Where’s my tea?” He called to the girl in the kitchen. 

Kara smiled and nodded, “thank you, sir. You’re very welcome.” Of course, it would only be spoiling if it were voluntary, but she didn’t say that. She nodded and left when he dismissed her, hurrying down to the kitchen and putting on a pot to boil. She was the head servant of the house- she had no idea why she’d been given so much preference, especially when there were many older than her. Perhaps because of the esteem her parents had had serving the house. She was just putting the tea in the water when a new hire got in an argument with a seasoned worker, pulling on a tray stubbornly until the other lost hold and he fell back, right into the fire.

Kara cursed and hurried forward, pulling him out without much harm done besides a severely burnt hand. She shushed him as he began to howl before the master could hear, wrapping it up with a piece of cloth. “Would you get fired over your pride?” She hissed, slapping him. She sent him off with a few others to be taken care of only to realize that it had overbrewed. “One moment, sir!” She called, putting on a fresh pot. She finally came out ten minutes later, “I apologize, sir,” she said, pouring his tea.

A Class In Itself

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It was six in the morning: nearly time for breakfast. For the master, anyway. Kara had been up much earlier, getting ready, preparing the table- everything that the master required when he woke in the morning. Of course, Kara thought the whole setup was ridiculous. Born and raised in a family of servants, she’d been taught since childhood that everyone had their place in society, and that they should stay firmly planted in it. She had never agreed. Yet here she was, main servant to the master. She only hoped that would change sooner rather than later.

She went up and entered the master’s room, stoking the fire to make the room warm. Ten minutes later she approached him, “Master Rogers? It is time for you to get up.”

Steve was sleeping soundly until the maid woke him up. He moaned and slowly sat up, “Fine… fine…” he pushed back the covers to reveal his night clothes and slowly got out of bed. He yawned and stretched before wiping the sleep from his eyes. “Where are my clothes… What did you make for breakfast this morning?” He asked yawning again knowing that he would have to head down to the bank soon.

Steve’s family was old money. In fact they owned the largest bank in the state of New York. Well Steve owned it now that his family was dead. He didn’t exactly enjoy owning a bank but the benefits were nice. He got invited to all the best parties but of course he held the best of them all. 

Kara picked up his shirt, “Right here, sir. Your arms.” When he raised them she put his shirt over his head, “sit down, please, sir.” She helped him into his pants and tucked his shirt in around them, used to the routine. “Poached eggs with hollandaise. With a side of toast and ham from your smokehouse, sir.” Normally men had manservants. But he had to have a woman. He could do what he wanted. He was the richest man in New York. “Here, sir.” She tied his cravat and helped him into a waistcoat, “there… You should be ready. Breakfast is waiting for you downstairs, and your coat is at the door.” She curtsied as she finished. His grooming was not up to her except by command- which usually came after one of his “wonderful” parties.

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A Class In Itself

It was six in the morning: nearly time for breakfast. For the master, anyway. Kara had been up much earlier, getting ready, preparing the table- everything that the master required when he woke in the morning. Of course, Kara thought the whole setup was ridiculous. Born and raised in a family of servants, she’d been taught since childhood that everyone had their place in society, and that they should stay firmly planted in it. She had never agreed. Yet here she was, main servant to the master. She only hoped that would change sooner rather than later.

She went up and entered the master’s room, stoking the fire to make the room warm. Ten minutes later she approached him, “Master Rogers? It is time for you to get up.”

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HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET DELAWARE. IS DELEWARE EVEN A STATE?

I LIVE IN DELAWARE. LEAVE US ALONE. WE DON’T LIKE BEING TOUCHED

(Source: cakelesscrystal)

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((For Dracula)) "Steve? You okay?" He looked famished. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "You look like hell..." Was he paler?

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Steve hissed when she touched him and pulled away turning from her trying to hide how pale  and dead-like he was. “Don’t touch me! Kara… something’s happened… you have to get away…” He took in a deep breath trying to calm down but her scent only made it worse. 

Steve moved around the apartment gathering all the blankets he could find and laid them on her before filling a hot water bottle. He placed it under the sheets with her to help warm her as well. When that was finished he moved to the kitchen to make her some warm soup to eat when she woke up. All the while he was moving silently and impossibly fast. He was done sooner than he would have liked and was left with nothing to do but wait for her to wake up.

Hours later Kara stirred awake feeling a bit weak but much warmer. It was much easier to breathe, as well. She turned her head and smiled softly over at Steve, pushing herself up into more of a sitting position and dragging the blankets with her. “Okay,” she said, reaching out of the covers to take his hand. “We’ve gotta figure out how to get you better. First thing might be learning how to control yourself. After that-” she hesitated, unsure. “Research?” She suggested tentatively. “That’s one thing I can do…”

Steve had remained standing by her bed completely unmoving waiting for her to wake up. When she finally stirred he sat by her on the bed. He tensed when she took his hand because he could feel her pulse coursing through her veins. “You should eat. Are you hungry?” He asked pulling away trying to keep himself under control. He disappeared into the kitchen and returned with the soup and sat it on her bedside table. “You need to get better first. Then we’ll worry about me… although I’m afraid that whatever is going on with me is permanent. Bruce or Tony may know what to do…”

Kara sat back against the headboard as Steve went to get her food, picking it up and placing it carefully on her lap. Her hand trembled slightly as she raised the spoon to her mouth, but she seemed fine otherwise. “I’ll get better, Steve. That’s not a problem. But that’ll take too long. By the time I’m back to normal, you’ll be starving again, right?” She drilled him with a stare. “So I think figuring out what to do with you may be more of a pressing problem.”

Need you now

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"Do I even know you anymore?” Kara’s arms were crossed, his phone in her hand. “Did you think I’d just let it slide when you texted me, called me another name and…” She clamped her jaw at the thought of the rest of the message and took a breath, calming herself. "I- I understand if you want to move on. I get it. But- her?" She shook her head. "If you want a new life, I just- I need you to leave me out of it, okay?"

Steve’s chest tightened as she held his phone in her hand. He must have subconsciously been thinking of Kara while he texted Natasha. He took a deep breath and looked back up at her, “Kara…we’ve been broken up for a couple of weeks now… I… I guess I’m just not used to… not texting you… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you.” However he furrowed his brows when he realized what she had said about Natasha. “What do you mean but her? Natasha is a nice lady.” He said wanting to defend his friend.

Kara’s jaw clamped down at Steve’s words and she stared at him, malice in her eyes. “Well, that’s nice. Unfortunately, missing someone can’t just fix everything.” The fights that had lead up to their breakup had been loud, frequent, and even violent on the rare occasion. There was no just going back. “Sure. She’s a nice lady.” She shook her head. “Steve, if you don’t understand, then it’s not hard to see why we broke up in the first place.” Her hand clenched around the phone before she hurled it at him in the spur of the moment. “Just… Stay out of my life!” She spun on her heel and stomped out. Her chest hurt with a pain she hadn’t been able to get rid of for weeks.

M!A: Six Feet Under: Your muse is suffering severe necrosis all over their body. They are, essentially, rotting while still alive.

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Steve took in as deep of a breath as he could get when she turned up his oxygen feed and sighed feeling the relief in his brain. He nodded weakly hearing that Tony was coming. He remembered now. God… what would his best friend think of him… seeing him like this. Steve was supposed to be the strong one and here he was barely able to feed himself. The look on his face showed that he was starting to have second thoughts about his friend coming to see him. 

Steve mentally zoned out as she cut his pancakes for him. He stared off into space not really thinking about much of anything and the blank look showed on his face that his mental capabilities were quickly decreasing. He jerked as she spoke and looked around the room. He nodded and his shaking hand reached for his fork. He took several successful bites on his own before his shaking hand dropped the fork in his lap. He blinked looking around confused trying to find where it had gone. He looked up at Kara irritated, “where did it go? I wasn’t done.” He thought she had started gathering up his food and dishes before he had finished. 

Kara bit her lip to control the feeling that surged up in her at the look of irritation on Steve’s face. He couldn’t help it, she knew- Hell, she couldn’t imagine what it was like dealing with so much pain and trying to remember things that were so quickly forgotten. But it still hurt. Was this how they were going to spend the last few days? 

She picked up the fork, “it’s right here, Steve. Here, let me help.” She fed him slowly, making sure he was completely done with each bite before giving him the next one and making sure he wasn’t full before giving him any more. “How are we feeling today?” She asked. She grimaced inside- she had started using the universal “we” she’d heard so many nurses use. She hated that. She wasn’t just another caretaker, after all. “Are you doing alright with the food? It’s pretty heavy.”

Steve seemed to grow heavier as she fed him more and gagged like he was about to throw up, “No more… no more… ” He mumbled. He coughed and burped up some of his food like a baby, getting it on his chin, neck and shirt. It didn’t taste as good coming back up. He moaned weakly and closed his eyes, “Kara… what am I going to do…” He mumbled his head lolling back as if he didn’t have a bone in his body as Kara cleaned him up. “Where’s Bucky… is Bucky coming to see me…?” He mumbled thinking it was Bucky coming, not Tony. 

Kara got up quickly and wet some paper towels, glad she had tucked a napkin into his shirt. She had made it large enough that he hadn’t stained it. She cleaned him up, careful not to hurt him. “You’re going to have your hair washed. And then you’re going to watch a movie with me,” she said firmly. She refused to let Steve think about himself for too long. She at least wanted his last days to be as pleasurable as she could make them. “No. Tony is coming to see you.” She finished cleaning him and wheeled him to the bathroom, leaving him outside as she stacked towels on the floor. 

When she’d set all of it up she went back and picked him up out of the chair with ease, lying him down on the towels with his head resting on one on the edge of the tub. She got the shower head and tested the heat of the water before getting his hair wet- what was left of it- and massaging the shampoo into his scalp with light fingers. “Does that feel good?” She murmured. When she finished she turned the water off and dried his head with a towel, carrying him to the couch and turning on the movie they had started a few days before. She held him against her, “Tony will be here soon,” she whispered, running her fingers through his damp hair.