Callie has always lived in the darkness, men coming and using her at their will. She thought that this was all there was to life, she couldn't remember any different. That is until The Avengers pulled her out of the darkness and made her one of the...
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Steve P.O.V
It's probably been 10 minutes since Tony drove away but I haven't been able to get myself back to the house, my feet are rooted to the driveway and my eyes are glued to where I last saw the vehicle.
Suddenly I'm tapped on the shoulder, I turn around to find Bruce beside me, "hey Steve, want to play crib?" He asks, kindly refraining from asking about why I'm standing alone outside.
"Yeah sure, that sounds fun." I sigh and follow him inside. "Are you hungry?" I go to the fridge, pulling out the hummus and veggies.
"Thanks yes. Here, I'm just going to run and grab the cards. I think they're in the lounge." He says, disappearing from the kitchen.
While I'm making some sandwiches I hear a monotonous buzzing noise, I pull my phone from my pocket but it doesn't show any notifications. I search around and find Bruce's phone on the kitchen table with a series of messages from Natasha.
I don't deliberately read the texts but it's hard not to read words when you see them.
What I read makes my mouth run dry,
Hey big boy, I'm ready for you.
Under the message is a photo of a woman's belly to thigh, clad in a lacy pair of red panties and a hand stuffed down into them.
I gulp and crane my neck around, listening for footsteps, and then I swipe the phone open, and am shocked to find he doesn't have a password. I begin looking at his messages with Natasha. I suddenly feel guilty, I'll just look quickly, I just want to see...
I scroll up in their message thread and there are several photos between them, the ones of Bruce I swipe over, but there is one of her squeezing her own nipples, another of her posing naked, another of what I assume is her own Vulva.
I draw in a shaky breath, my pants suddenly feel too tight and I'm throbbing with desire. Suddenly I hear footsteps coming down the hallway, I gasp horrified. I shove the phone in my pocket and rush into the bathroom.
"Steve buddy? Where'd you go?" I hear Bruce call from the kitchen.
"Bathroom!" I yell and rip the phone out of my pocket swiping through to the photos. "Oh my god," I groan, pulling myself out of my jeans and stroke hard and fast.
"Steve, you good buddy?" Bruce calls shortly after I've spilled myself into the toilet bowl.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine, just finishing up." I reply, wiping off the excess semen with a tissue. I grab his phone off the counter and have to stifle a shriek, "oh no, no no no! What have I done? Oh my god." I look around for somewhere to put it but don't have any bright ideas.
I shove it in my pocket and take a deep breath of courage and step out.
Bruce is looking around, lifting the newspaper, moving the hand towel. "What's up?" I ask slowly, terrified that I know what he's doing.
