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Part 3 of Steve Rogers Bingo 2021 , Part 5 of Marvelous Rare Pair Bingo
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2021-12-29
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2022-04-01
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Everything Will Turn Out Alright

Summary:

The game was over. Scott was exhausted. He just wanted to see his boyfriend and go home.

He didn’t expect to turn a corner in the locker room to find said boyfriend with Wilson and Barton milling around him, trying to get his bloody nose (that was definitely not there during the game) under control. “Steve!”

Steve smirked, swiped at his nose. “You should see the other guy.”

Notes:

Made for the Steve Rogers Bingo prompt “Jock Steve” (N1.) Also, Paul Rudd used to be a cheerleader, so he’s at least partially to blame for this.

Title from “Don’t Worry, Baby” by the Beach Boys.

Ficlet to follow soon.

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Chapter 2

Notes:

Back with the ficlet, finally!

Written for the Marvelous Rare Pair Bingo prompt “Bloody Nose.” Also, apparently the, shall we say, technique Scott uses to deal with Steve’s bloody nose is not really advisable, so don’t do it.

Russian translation available on Ficbook.

Chapter Text

The game was over. Scott was exhausted. He just wanted to see his boyfriend and go home.

He didn’t expect to turn a corner in the locker room to find said boyfriend with Wilson and Barton milling around him, trying to get his bloody nose (that was definitely not there during the game) under control.

“Steve!”

Steve smirked, swiped at his nose. “You should see the other guy.”

“Other guys,” Sam corrected.

“Oh, my God.”  Scott immediately started digging through his backpack until he found the bright pink and green box he needed.

“You carry tampons?!”

“Sometimes the girls on my squad forget.” He just barely suppressed a ‘duh’ as he replied to Clint, much more concerned with helping Steve’s nose. Another testament to his exhaustion was the fact he didn’t bother to make a pervy joke at the absurd situation, only muttered an apology as he gently grasped the football captain’s chin and inserted the tampon into his nostril.

“What happened?”

“The Yellowjackets.” Clint offered as if that was all the explanation needed.

“We overheard them talking shit in the hall before they left,” Sam added.

Scott shook his head, tossing his garbage into the nearby trashcan with a sigh. “They’re sore losers.” He knew that all too well, after going to the team’s home school, Saint Henry’s, for two years. “Always have been, especially Cross. It’s not worth –” Then he stopped short, glanced between the now very silent trio. From Steve’s clenched jaw to Sam’s weighty gaze to Clint’s awkward shuffle. Something had to be up. “…What?”

Silence lingered still, heavy, until Sam sighed. He gave a quick glance to Steve out of the corner of his eye. “They were talking about you.”

His words were measured. His voice was kind.

Scott’s stomach dropped anyway.

Life had been better since Scott transferred to Erskine High. His grades were up. He’d found friends, like Sam, like Hope, Wanda, and the rest of their squad. And Steve, of course (Scott still couldn’t imagine his luck there.) Things were good now.

That made it almost easy to forget everything he’d run away from. The rumors, the lies. Sucker punches and unending insults. The dread of being Cross’s go-to punching bag every single day.

It didn’t take much to have it all come rushing back.

He swallowed around the lump now in his throat and looked back at Sam. “C-could you…?”

With small nod, Sam made his way over to Clint and led him out of the locker room, despite the blond’s small protests that were placated with the promise of tacos.  

Once they were gone, Scott sat on the bench beside Steve with a sigh. The blond pointedly looked away, his jaw clenched tight.

“What did they say?”

“I’m not repeating it.”

“Y’know, it’s… probably nothing I haven’t heard before.”

Steve huffed out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “That doesn’t make it okay. It makes it worse.” He faced Scott then, blue eyes blazing. “No one deserves that shit, Scott. Especially not you. And if you think I’m gonna apolo-mph!”

In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best idea to kiss Steve right then, but Scott couldn’t help himself. He needed to kiss him, to do something to show him how much this all meant to him, though Scott was sure he never truly could.

When they gently broke apart, Steve opened and closed his mouth a few times, like he was trying to find the right words. He finally settled on, “Well, that wasn’t the lecture I was expecting.”

Scott smiled softly, slipped his hand in Steve’s, lacing their fingers with ease. He could feel his eyes suddenly welling up and hid his face against Steve’s broad shoulder. His voice soft as he admitted, “No one’s ever stood up for me like that. Or ever, really. It…” His voice cracked. He felt Steve rest his cheek against his hair. His other warm hand coming to rest atop Scott’s fidgeting fingers.

“I’d do it again.”

Words like the warmest blanket, wrapping him in security. Protection. Like he was something, someone worth defending. Like Steve would be there no matter what.

He gave Steve’s hand a squeeze and lifted his head. “Try not to, though. I don’t like anyone hurting you, either.”

At that, Steve looked down with a purse of his lips and gave him a tiny nod. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Scott broke it.

“How’s your nose?”

“Bit sore,” he said with a shrug.

“Is your mom gonna be mad?”

Steve chuckled. “She’ll wanna kick those guys’ asses herself.”

A loud laugh escaped Scott’s mouth before he could stop it. Then he bit his lip sheepishly. “Is it bad that I kinda wanna see that?”

“Mama’s got a mean right hook. Who do you think taught me?”

“She taught you very well.”

Steve’s ears slowly turned red. “You’re not just talking about my punches, are ya?”

Scott shook his head, smiling, lost in the soft, endless blue of his eyes until Steve pulled him into a sweet, gentle kiss.