Summary: In this current day Avengers AU, you work as a profiler with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, leads a close-knit group of supervisory special agents as they track a killer. Characters in this chapter: Unnamed perpetrator, female reader, Brock Rumlow, Mrs. Fury, Steve Rogers, Dodger [yes, that Dodger] Characters mentioned: Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Stella Fury [Nick’s daughter] Pairing: Steve Rogers x plus size female reader, Bucky Barnes x Wanda Maximoff Word Count: 1,741 Warnings: Language, fat-shaming, talk of kidnapping and starvation [consider these three a warning for all chapters] Author’s Note: POV changes. SERIES MASTER LIST Any terminology mistakes are mine, and mine alone. Thank you to @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog@climbthatmooselikeatree and @dean-in-the-devils-trap . Without their help and influence, this fic would not have gotten written.
PREVIOUSLY ON THE PREDATOR’S OBSESSION:
“I think the question you’re actually searching for is what kind of person would do something like this,” you snapped, slapping a high definition, close-up picture onto the board. It wasn’t just any picture, it was Stella Fury. Wanda gasped loudly and bolted from the room. Bucky was quick on her heels, calling out for her to stop.
“Shit,” you gasped. Wanda was one of the most sensitive people you knew. Hurting her was the last thing you had wanted to do. With your head down, you pinched the bridge of your nose and shook your head. You went to round the desk, but Steve’s hand was on yours.
“Bucky’s got her, Y/N,” he breathed, brushing his thumb over the backside of your wrist.
You pulled in a shuddering breath and nodded. “Alright, let’s dive back in.”
4 MONTHS AGO
“Agent Rumlow,” Mrs. Fury greeted her husband’s colleague as she opened the front door. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Brock shook the rain from his jacket before stepping inside. “I just had a couple of follow-up questions. I do hope I’m not disturbing you.”
She gave a wave of her hand. “What else can I do to help?”
“Last time we spoke, you said that you hadn’t seen Stella for several months,” he spoke carefully. “Was that normal?”
“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Fury answered. “Stella was a bit of a traveller, always wanted to visit new and exciting places.”
Brock nodded as he scribbled in his notepad. “And you didn’t know anything was wrong until…”
Tears pricked the back of her eyes and she sniffled. “No,” she quietly agreed. “Not until she… her body was identified.”
“Just one more thing, Mrs. Fury,” Brock promised. “Is there any chance I could get another look at her room? I just want to make sure nothing was overlooked.”
“Of course, agent. Take all the time you feel you need.”
The first thing you thought when you saw Merle Dixon was bald head. The second thing you thought, despite the bloody stump, was bald headed asshole.
You’d held out my hands and offered help, most people would thank their lucky stars when a nurse happened to walk by at the right time. In fact, a nurse walking by at the right time in the apocalypse was like a galaxy of lucky stars. Merle had taken one long look along your body and said, “now hold up a minute ‘ere sugar tits, how do I know y’aint tryin’ to take advantage of ol’ Merle?”
Yes, he’d meant advantage of his body and yes, you’d almost left him there to die right there and then but something had stopped you and it certainly wasn’t his sparkling personality. It was yours, you couldn’t do that to another person even if you’d seen the worst of humanity since the dead started walking.
This was so lovely! I adored how you write Merle, making such an nice asshole, and how easily you make the story flow and how you can translate the feelings so well in your work. It’s such a beautiful thing, that I really admire on you!
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