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Secret Bit of Right From Wrong	By : ChrisCross Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 9417 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A.N. Well, hot damn! I did manage to wrap this up on the anniversary of the fic. This past year of writing this fic has been one crazy ride, and I'm so glad to have taken it with my readers. Thank you for sticking with me as long as you have, and I hope to write more stories some day. Maybe you'll join me on those journeys as well. And though Secret Bit of Right from Wrong is over, Steve and Karen's story is just beginning.
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Steve and Karen spent many months happily dating, and although his role as Captain America continued to worry her, Karen was proud of him and the good things he did. The Avengers had many missions in that time, and Steve stuck to the agreement, letting her know where he was going and what he’d be facing. Although she’d never had much use for supers before, steady work with Jarvis as a tutor gave her enough knowledge to let her gauge situations. Pepper was another huge help, providing a comforting shoulder and a sparring partner, depending on what was needed. If there was a big threat, Karen preferred the adrenaline haze of a really good workout, whereas if the bad guy was barley worth the Avengers time, a confidante was enough.
They became good friends, and eventually the two of them started hosting ladies nights at the tower. Karen, Pepper, Jane, Betsy and occasionally Natasha would take over one of the rec rooms to watch movies, play pool or poker, and talk. The male Avengers steered far clear of these gatherings, much to the amusement of the women. The only exception had been when Thor accidently wound up drinking a pitcher of daiquiris, before they chased him out. At a later gathering Pepper regaled them with the story of how Tony reacted to his friends newfound enjoyment of fruity drinks.
“So then he says, ‘Thor, we’re going to a sports bar. They won’t serve you a strawberry daiquiri, that’s a chick drink!’ I’m not sure if Thor won that argument or not, they left the building at that point.”
“If he did win, he might be the only man in the world who could get away with drinking a drink like that in a straight bar. Who would call him on it?” Betsy giggled slightly at the excellent logic behind Jane’s argument. Although Thor and Hulk still didn’t get along, their two significant others were closer than anything. Both of them being scientists led to a friendship that sometimes produced more polysyllabic technobabble than when Tony and Bruce got onto something.
“Enough about men, let’s play some poker!” Natasha had joined them that night, and though they knew they were going to get hustled by the superspy, it was nice to have her there. Karen sometimes marveled at the strange and wonderful events that led to where she was now, dating a superhero and good friends with a spy.
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While the girlfriends of the heroes were playing poker, Steve was on a mission. He’d recruited Natasha to keep the girl’s night going so that he could slip out unnoticed. She thought he was just getting something special for his anniversary with Karen, and that was true, but he was getting something very specific. Entering a small storefront with tastefully subdued lighting, he smiled to himself. Speaking briefly with the man working behind the counter, he moved to a case holding a large selection of possibles. He found the perfect one, acquired it, and then slipped back into the Tower, with Karen none the wiser.
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Their anniversary dinner was a recreation of their first date, only after the dinner was cleared away, but before desert was brought out, Steve cleared his throat anxiously, before getting down on one knee presenting a blue velvet ring box to Karen.
“Karen, I…”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” Her face practically glowed as she spoke.
“You didn’t even let me ask the question!” Despite the words, his voice was more playful than exasperated. “I had how I’d ask all figured out, it was romantic and eloquent and…” She interrupted him again, placing a finger over his lips.
“And completely unnecessary. I love you Steve, and I’d be overjoyed to spend the rest of my life with you.” Switching from sincere to excited with whiplash speed, she bounced in her seat. “So go on and put the ring on my finger already!”
Smiling at his soon-to-be-wife, he complied with a smile. “As you wish.”
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The wedding of a superhero was always a big deal, the chaos surrounding Sue Storm and Reed Richards ceremony several years prior being fairly characteristic. So it came as no surprise to anyone but Karen that a few months in, she was up to her eyeballs in atypical wedding details. Before she finally snapped, Pepper stepped in with recommendations for wedding planners accustomed to the unusual.
Bethany Bayard was a crisply efficient woman of increasing years who ran her event planning company with an iron grip. In her capable hands, Karen’s workload decreased to manageable levels, although occasionally details specific to the culture of superheroes still got brought to her. Ms. Bayard had met her match in Steve, finding herself unable to contradict anything he said. For someone accustomed to getting her way, for the client’s own good, of course, this left an unpleasant aftertaste. So, many questions that would be better asked of the groom wound up being asked of Karen, much to her dismay.
“Ms. McCann! There you are. I need to ask you about the guest list. On the list of groom’s invitees, there are a number of irregularities. For instance, how am I supposed to get an invitation to a Mr. Spiderman? There’s no address, no real name…I can strike him from the list, but I’m not sure Mr. Rogers would appreciate that.”
“Handle all the ‘irregularities’ the same way, just print the invite, hand the stack to Steve and he’ll hand deliver them.”
“That seems like a lot of effort for him…”
*Like answering all these questions isn’t a lot of effort for me?* Out loud, Karen was a bit less sarcastic. “If Steve really wants to invite someone he doesn’t know the address or real name of, then he can damn well track them down to invite them. Also, a good number of the no-real-name ones will be coming in uniform, as it were, so get used to that.”
“Of course. Now we really need to set a dress fitting for your bridesmaids.”
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Finally the big day arrived. Due to some of the more colorful personas attending, the evening wedding was being held on the large balcony of Avengers Tower. Already a few dustups had occurred when no-one realized that a few of the guests would arrive from the air, rather than the ground floor. The bridesmaids had connived to keep Karen as far as possible from the arguments, Natasha even going as far as threatening to toss a too-loudly complaining caterer off the building if he didn’t keep it down near the bridal suite.
The groomsmen were still in sad state from the bachelor party, save Thor. Tony had neglected to take Steve’s immunity to alcohol into account when he challenged him to a game of quarters. In the end, Steve had to help Bruce and Clint walk while Thor hauled Tony back to the Tower. Fortunately the groom was fine, if nervous. None of his friends, other than Thor, could say the same, resulting in Thor being the first line of defense to a jittery groom.
“Oh, I’m not sure I can do this…. What if this all goes pear-shaped? How many other costumed heroes actually stayed married?”
“Friend Rogers, no plan ever has a guarantee of success, but we keep going. If we hesitated every time we might fail, we would be sure to.”
“But what if being married to me gets her hurt, or worse, killed? Can I be that selfish, risking her life because I wanted to get married?”
“I do not believe that Karen McCann could be enticed to this ceremony if she did not in truth want it as well. I also believe that it would be unwise to avert your intent at this point. Fiery Muspelheim itself would freeze over before I would willingly anger a wench like that. Especially if I intended to attempt a continued relationship. Your bed will be colder than Jotunheim if you jilt her now.” He paused, taking in Steve’s face, judging his next remark. “You have faced down countless foes, Steven Rogers. Wouldst one little ceremony undo you?”
“You’re right, you’re right. Just pre-wedding nerves, nothing I can’t handle.”
“Excellent!” He clapped Steve on the shoulder, causing the man to jar forward. “And tonight a feast such as to make Volstagg weep!”
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Once the guests were settled, the candles lit and Steve stood at the altar, his nerves settled down to a dull hum of anxiety. All that faded away, however, when Karen started down the aisle. She had very carefully not told him what she was planning on wearing, and the surprise did its work, as he was struck by her beauty again. The dress she had chosen was full in the skirt, but the top was fitted, the sleeves a flat shoulder-baring band of cream colored satin. He’d once confessed that he loved seeing the little hollows over her collar bone; they were just so adorable, without being emaciated. It seemed she recalled that, because this dress showed them to great effect. As the two of them gave their vows in front of friends and family, related or otherwise, everyone could see the radiant love on their faces. The dinner that night was sublime, but neither of them seemed to be interested in anything but each other. And if they slipped out of the reception as soon as possible, no one mentioned it beyond knowing looks and smiles.
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At the door of the luxurious suite that Tony had upgraded Steve to in anticipation of a double occupancy, Steve scooped Karen up in his arms to carry her across the threshold. Her full skirt made things a little awkward, but it didn’t hamper him much. Once in the room, her jaw dropped at the set up. Steve had scattered rose petals across the bed, chocolate covered strawberries and an ice-bucket holding a bottle of champagne sat on the small private dining table. Around the room were dozens of candles, their flames providing a warm ambient light.
“This is…Steve this is beautiful.” Emotion caught in her throat, so rather than try to speak past it she kissed him, letting her actions speak for her. He kissed back passionately; a hand sliding over the satin of her bodice’s back, searching for a zipper, the other tangled in her curls. Breaking the kiss for a moment, she pulled the jeweled clips that had held her up-do in place from her hair. Her hair falling loose, he thought she looked like the angel she was, his angel. Smiling she turned around slowly, lifting her hair out of the way so he could unzip her dress. The dress fell from her body in a rippling ivory wave, revealing the white bustier and panties she wore beneath. Overcome by her beauty, he stood speechless as she unbuttoned the crisp white dress shirt he wore. The tuxedo’s jacket had been discarded at the reception, as had her shoes, so there was nothing in her way when she slid the shirt from his body.
Her touch on his bare shoulders sent a thrill of pleasure through his body. Eager for more, he wrapped his arms about her, pulling their bodies close and mating his mouth to hers. They kissed for a small eternity, losing themselves in each other before coming up for air. When they reached the tipping point, when they needed more than kisses like they needed air, he quickly stripped the rest of his clothes off as she worked the laces of the bustier. As he finished, the garment that, by virtue of compression and its steel stays, had held up her ample bosom fell free of her body.
She arched into his hands as he gently fondled her breasts, calling to mind everything he knew of what she liked, from every moment they’d gone farther than kisses, since that day at the lake over two years ago. He lightly squeezed the soft flesh, running his fingers around the rosy tips, before trailing his hands down to her hips. In response, she moaned his name in a low, sultry tone, her hands sliding over his chest, stomach and sides. His hands on her hips and hers on his shoulders, they pulled each other close for another deep kiss.
She could feel his stiff arousal press into her lower abdomen, and was eager to feel it inside of her. Her heart raced with anticipation. They’d fooled around plenty, his old fashioned nature giving way to his desire, but that was the one thing he’d stayed strong on.
“Steve, what’s say we move this to the bed? And did you happen to remember…” As they moved to recline on the massive bed, he interrupted her.
“Condoms? Yes I did. Although, if you wouldn’t mind being the one to…”
“Of course.” That was the last thing either of them said for quite some time
After rolling on the condom, an act which Steve felt sure wasn’t supposed to be as arousing as it was, Karen slid off her panties, and lightly pushed him to the bed. Straddling his body, she used one hand to guide his stiff erection to her already wet sex. He drew in a sharp breath at the sensation of her body enveloping his member. The tightness and the warmth nearly drove him over the edge, and only sheer will power kept him from rolling them over and pistoning into her. He doubted that would go over well. He wasn’t sure, but with her widened eyes and lip biting, he’d say she needed to adjust to him. When she began to rock back and forth on him though, he let out a deep groan and clasped her thighs tightly, unsure how long he could last. She leaned over and kissed him, silencing the groan with her lips, all the while rocking her hips faster and harder.
Karen didn’t know when she’d become such a hair trigger, but the hard fullness within her had almost given her an orgasm when she’d slid it in, and now that she was moving, she felt that one stray touch might send her flying apart at the seams. As the tension coiled below her waist increased, so did the speed and power behind her movement. When Steve slid his hands from her hips up her back, she was the one moaning into him. The oddly erotic sensation of gentle hands with rough fighter’s callouses sliding over her skin nearly had her cumming. His hips worked in time with hers to form a steady rhythm, the two of them climbing higher and higher until she arched her back and cried out her pleasure. The waves of her orgasm left clenching muscles in their wake, the pulsing pressure caressing his erection, causing him to cry out only a moment after her.
The happy but exhausted newlyweds collapsed into each other. For a long moment neither of them could move, completely worn out from bliss. When at last they could move, it was only as much as was needed to dispose of the condom and get under the covers, where, for the first of many nights, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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