I'm Chicago's Wizard and I'm harboring Captain America. Well, Steve Rogers, my boyfriend, is living with me after tearing up the District of Columbia.
His bestie, James Buchanan Barnes, first crush of seventy five percent of fifth-grade girls, was not nearly as dead as previously believed.
Alexander Pierce is not going to be offered the Nobel Peace Prize again.
SHIELD turned out to have a bad case of HYDRA. They shouldn't have ignored that rash.
Steve has his arms wrapped around my thighs and is planing his cock against mine. I'm flat on my back and torn between running away and having him lube me up and get on with this.
I hold onto his head and my sanity. Hush.
So Barnes plummeted however deep an Alpine valley is and survived. He very nearly killed Steve. There was a fight, and there is wreckage in the Potomac. There have been Congressional Hearings.
Steve gets me off, makes me come like a steam train. He rolls us, rearranges me over him. He's heavy, my lover. I sprawl like a water strider over him. We kiss. I love this.
I still think he should skewer my ass.
Read the rest via the link in the description!