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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myawfulpersonality:

Having an anxiety disorder is like that moment where your chair almost tips or you miss a step going down the stairs but it never stops

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

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Kara frowned as the slave cried out in pain, seeing the blood on his lips from where he had coughed up his own blood. Simply stitching that wound up would not be enough. She reached in her first aid kit and took out two pills of her strongest sedative. “Take these,” she ordered softly, lifting his head to help him take them and giving him a drink of water to wash them down.

Once she was sure he was unconscious- since his stomach was undoubtedly bleeding, it took a bit longer than normal- she cut into him, working to repair the internal damage she’d caused. She could have asked a doctor, yes, but she wanted to work exclusively with him for the first weeks, she’d now decided. No other influences.

She finished repairing the internal damage and sewed him back up, stitching up all the other injuries she’d caused with the lash. Taking advantage of his unconsciousness, she dragged him up onto her own bed to rest and went to her desk to work. She’d wait for him to wake up and they would handle things from there.

Steve was out cold until the next day. While he was sleeping the serum healed most of his major wounds so he was relatively back to normal when he woke up. He moaned awake and looked around confused. Where was he? What had happened? He seriously thought he had died yet here he was in the softest bed he had ever slept in.

Slowly he sat up, wincing a bit as it tugged on his stitches and realized he was in his master’s bedroom. “What did you do to me?” He asked confused. She beat him nearly to death and then let him lay in her bed? “What kind of game are you playing?” He asked sharply. 

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.”

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25. You gotta be a little rougher.

Kara hadn’t been expecting Steve to do what he did and let out a small cry as he pushed her against the wall. She quickly forgot her small shred of fear, however, as he kissed her. She let out a small gasp into his lips, looking almost dazed as he pulled away. She quickly focused as Steve began to sound upset- even tortured- and wordlessly pulled him into her arms, running a hand through his hair. “It’s okay. I understand. I love you,” she murmured to him, resting her head against his shoulder as she continued to play with his hair, trying to comfort him. After a while she pulled away, her eyes soft but still containing a trace of how upset she’d been before. “But that’s not what I meant.” She took a breath. “Steve… We’ve been sparring for- what, two hours? And you haven’t had one good thing to say. I know you’re trying  to help, but I’m always doing something wrong. You may not be hurting me physically, Steve, but you’re doing a hell of a job on everything else.” Her voice caught a bit at the end in spite of herself and she looked away, her jaw set and her eyes burning.

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Steve’s heart broke at her words. His breath caught in his chest and he took a few steps back. Tears came to his eyes and he put his hands in his hair and pulled it frustrated, “I’ve already become him…” He choked on a sob. “Thats how he started with mama.” He took a few steps back and slumped into a chair crying a bit more freely, “I promised her… I promised her I would never… I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He hid his face in his hands as he cried harder. 

His worst fear, more than anything on the battlefield, was becoming like his father. And it was coming true.

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Kara couldn’t keep back her own tears as she saw Steve break down in front of her, rushing to him in a burst of compassion and need for comfort herself. She slipped onto his lap and put her arms around him, squeezing him tight as she kissed his brow. “No… that’s not it. You’re nothing like him. I love you, Steve. I do. I’m not leaving, and you’re not going to become your father.” She gave a small chuckle through her tears. “I wouldn’t let you, would I?” She kissed his cheek softly. “And listen, I’m sorry for what I said. That was harsh of me, too.” She laughed a bit. “We probably look like a couple of idiots. Bawling in the middle of the training room.”

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Women want to date a man who TAKES CONTROL. Who’s a natural born LEADER. Who will PARACHUTE INTO ENEMY TERRITORY. A man who has PUNCHED OUT HITLER OVER 200 TIMES.

Women want to date STEVE ROGERS.

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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?"

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 didn’t get to answer her teasing questions because he had drifted off but hardly a minute later his head lifted and he spoke like nothing had happened, “I don’t want him to see me in sweats like this… ” He didn’t really want his friend to see him like this at all but he wanted to see Tony before he died. He chuckled at her, “Besides you take care of me… its different with you…” He mumbled unable to comment on the food before he drifted off to sleep again. This time he remained out until she finished cooking. 

He was completely out while she changed him. He hardly had any feeling left in his body at all so it was easy for it to go unnoticed and he didn’t have to worry about being embarrassed and frustrated by the situation. When he was back in the kitchen he felt the kiss on her forehead and blinked awake. He wasn’t even aware of the fact that he was in new clothes or the fact that he had been asleep. “How much longer til breakfast is ready…” He wheezed out coughing a bit. “What time will…” He blinked. Who was coming? Someone was coming today right? He couldn’t think of who. “What time will we be expecting company?” He asked trying to play it off like he remembered. 

Kara frowned as Steve continued to have breathing trouble and bent down to turn up the feed of his oxygen, giving him a bit more help. She was having to turn it up so much higher these days- and even then, it didn’t always completely help. But one advantage was that Steve was getting much more oxygen to his brain, which meant less seizures. She hated those and the aftermath they caused. But nothing could stop his body from deteriorating on the inside. The blood on his rag was evidence enough of that.

"Tony’s coming in a few hours. And breakfast is ready now." She got him a fork and pressed it into his good hand, cutting up the pancakes for him and getting them how he liked them. "Can you do it yourself?" She asked. Some days were good, and he got through nearly the whole meal by himself. Some days she had to feed him as he lolled in the chair, barely conscious. She prayed it wasn’t one of those days.

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.”

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((Ugh I'm on mobile but just pretend it's Kara)) "truth hurts, don't it?"

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"Just a bit… why did you have to say that… why did you have to do that, Kara.."

((WELL OF COURSE YOU’D MAKE IT HER FAULT WELL FEEL MY WRATH))”Why did I have to say it? 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. “Just… I just have one question. Why did you do it?” Her eyes were searching his desperately for any sort of explanation.

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25. You gotta be a little rougher.

"Yeah. Because getting beat up in an alley is taking great care of yourself. Good job, Steve." Kara knew her words stung, but it was like she couldn’t keep them back. They’d been sparring for hours and he’d given her nothing but criticism. "Well, if you tossed me around, at least I would feel it!" She snapped.

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"Oh, well, I’m glad you’re not going to hurt me. My valiant hero." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Too bad the bedroom is the only place that rule seems to apply.”

Kara’s words were hurting him even more. He was fuming now and it wasn’t helping that they had been sparring for so long. “You want me to toss you around!? Fine!” They were treading on dangerous ground as he shoved her against the wall and kissed her, “Is this what you want?!” He asked taking her wrists and holding her hands above her head as he kissed her harder. Even when he was so angry, he wanted to spar her into the ground he was careful still not to hurt her. After several minutes of kissing her he pulled away breathlessly and looked at her seriously, “You don’t actually want me to hurt you do you…I’m not sure I could do that…” He had calmed down tremendously, “I’m afraid I can’t do that… I’m afraid that I can’t give you what you want… what you need… but I don’t want you finding it with someone else… I’m a selfish man, Kara. I wish you had told me this sooner… its hard… I… I didn’t know that was what you wanted but I’m not sure I could control myself. I spent my entire childhood watching my father beating my mother… beating me… I don’t want to become like that. And I’m afraid if I slip, even just a little… then I’ll completely fall. Especially now. Especially after the serum… I don’t want to be like him Kara. I can’t… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean for the spar to turn out this way.” 

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Kara hadn’t been expecting Steve to do what he did and let out a small cry as he pushed her against the wall. She quickly forgot her small shred of fear, however, as he kissed her. She let out a small gasp into his lips, looking almost dazed as he pulled away. She quickly focused as Steve began to sound upset- even tortured- and wordlessly pulled him into her arms, running a hand through his hair. “It’s okay. I understand. I love you,” she murmured to him, resting her head against his shoulder as she continued to play with his hair, trying to comfort him. After a while she pulled away, her eyes soft but still containing a trace of how upset she’d been before. “But that’s not what I meant.” She took a breath. “Steve… We’ve been sparring for- what, two hours? And you haven’t had one good thing to say. I know you’re trying  to help, but I’m always doing something wrong. You may not be hurting me physically, Steve, but you’re doing a hell of a job on everything else.” Her voice caught a bit at the end in spite of herself and she looked away, her jaw set and her eyes burning.

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good. someone made a compilation. Now I don’t have to look unoriginal by reblogging them all individually.

WAYWARD SON IS TOO GOOD

these songs

so deep

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25. You gotta be a little rougher.

Power? Quicker? Steve, I’ve been getting in fights and winning since I was in diapers. It used to be my job to kill guys your size. When exactly did you start being able to do that again?

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Well, you’re not exactly making the best use of the super strength you feel so compelled to flaunt in my face now, are you? Why do I always feel like you’re carefully making love to a feather pillow?

Steve pursed his lips at her, “I’ve been taking care of myself since I was a kid too you know… I never killed anyone but you get the picture. I wasn’t completely defenseless.” Steve blushed deeply but kept her gaze, “So what are you saying you aren’t satisfied with me in the bedroom? I’m sorry if I’m afraid to hurt you but what exactly do you want me to do with you? Toss you around the room like a feather pillow?!” He asked starting to get a little hurt. Why hadn’t she told him this before? He hadn’t expected this to turn into an argument at all. “I’m not going to hurt you Kara.” He was honestly afraid of his own strength. image

"Yeah. Because getting beat up in an alley is taking great care of yourself. Good job, Steve." Kara knew her words stung, but it was like she couldn’t keep them back. They’d been sparring for hours and he’d given her nothing but criticism. "Well, if you tossed me around, at least I would feel it!" She snapped.

"Oh, well, I’m glad you’re not going to hurt me. My valiant hero." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Too bad the bedroom is the only place that rule seems to apply.”