Ships: Only canon relationships, such as Steve and Peggy, Bruce and Betty, exc. I may think about hinting to a Bucky and Natasha relationship (they are canon in the comics) but it depends on if the characters go that route. They tend to rule over what I write. No slash here!

Platonic relationships are so much more important to me so there will be a LOT of those instead of romance. Such as Steve and Bucky, Peggy and Sam, Thor and Loki, Natasha and Steve, Jane and Peggy, Sam and Maria Hill, and so on.

Warning: prostitution, drugs, and hints of rape. No details but I don't want to trigger anyone or upset them. Please don't read if any of these things upset you!

And asexual Bucky because of a personal headscanon that I have.

That is all! If you have a problem or do not like any of these subjects, then I highly doubt this is a fic for you. Have a wonderful day!

"No worries Peggy, I'll order some dinner before you get home." Steve said gently over the phone to his wife, Detective Peggy Rogers as he continued walking outside of New York

"I'm sorry love." Her tone was apologetic. Her job had been more demanding since she had been promoted to head detective, making her the youngest one ever in that city, at the age of twenty-six. Steve was proud of the fact she accomplished so much and was able to completely shock all of the more misogynistic men in her department. Steve wasn't complaining, he was thrilled for her, but both of them wished that this resent case would come to a close so that they could spend more time together. "I would be home sooner, it's just that we got a tip into a ring that we've been searching for."

"No need to apologize," Steve insisted with a smile as he walked closer to his destination, his art notebook under his arm as he headed towards bench in front of an old, abandoned building that he was supposed to draw for his job at the newspaper. "Call me when you can."

"I will. Love you."

"Love you too." Steve tenderly replied before hanging up. They had only been married a year and yet he felt like they had known each other their whole lives. He never would have met her if it wasn't for Sam Wilson, his childhood friend and local cop who worked alongside of Peggy. A small smile crept up Steve's lips at the memory of Sam's knowing grin when he saw Peggy and Steve's eyes lock onto each other. Sam would deny it to the end of days but he was a matchmaker at heart. To this very day he still brags about how Bruce Banner and his wife Betty would have never met if it wasn't for him.

Steve looked at the sight before him. Brooklyn never ceased to fail him with its look. This was his home. And working as an artist for the local paper was something that he couldn't believe he had been given. His artistic talent seemed to be getting noticed much to his shock and excitement.

Steve's steps came to a short stop when he saw that his place was taken by a pale, younger looking boy, eighteen, maybe nineteen, sitting on the worn-out bench with dejected shoulders slouched. His clothes were nice and well-kept but they didn't seem…like him. It was hard to explain but they looked off on him. It was black tight pants with a low V-neck shirt that had a hoodie cover most of it.

His brown hair was messy and looked like someone had been pulling on his due to how it was sticking up in random places. The kid had black eyeliner on that was smudged looking. His posture looking so defeated was what had Steve stare at this person for a longer time then he should have. Hearing footsteps, the younger of the two men sat up straighter than Steve had ever seen someone move.

"Sorry." The young man muttered, straightening his black hoodie's sleeves over his fingers like covering his fingers was a source of protection. "I'll leave." He said in a low voice, a slight accent in his tone. His body language screaming that he wished he could run away from the location right then and there.

"No, you're fine." Steve quickly proclaimed, taking a step back automatically. He wasn't a detective but even he could see that this man didn't want anyone unexpectedly being near him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snuck up on you."

Doubt filled the younger man's bright blue eyes, suspicious at the blonde haired man's caring comportment. Steve mentally calculated that kindness was not something this kid had experienced a lot.

"Do you want to sit down? I don't mind." Steve tried gently, taking a slow step towards the empty bench as a sign that he was willing to leave if the other man wanted it. He looked so much a like an abused puppy that Steve felt a burst of a powerful brotherly urge to attack whoever made him this way. It was an urge that surprised Steve. He never felt this protective for a random stranger. True, Peggy always said that Steve had a habit of fighting for the little guy, but Steve couldn't remember feeling so furious at someone he had never met.

The young man clenched his fist uncomfortably. There didn't seem to be any other motive for the blonde man to be considerate of him…maybe he wasn't trying to hurt him. But just because he felt like this man wasn't a danger, didn't mean he was safe.

"No I'm fine." The dark haired man nodded tensely, looking at the busy road on his right with an anxious expression. "I'm getting…picked up soon."

Steve nodded although that didn't make him feel any better, not with that hurt puppy look on the young man's face. Steve knew he should just sit down and wait for this kid to leave but he found himself wanting him to stay and tell him what was wrong. "I'm Steve." He said, holding his hand out pleasantly.
The young man looked at Steve's hand hesitantly before carefully reaching out his right hand and timidly grasping it politely. "Bucky." He said in a small voice before quickly taking his hand away.

"Pleasure to meet you." Steve grinned, hoping he would be able to get Bucky to tell him if something was wrong. But before he could get any farther in their conversation, a black car that looked more expensive than both Peggy's and Steve's salary combined pulled near them, the door open. An older, heavy set man in his fifties was in the back seat, leery at Bucky with a face that had Steve curl his fingers in a tight fist.

"Nice meeting you Steve." Bucky said in hurry before swallowing in wat looked like resignation and climbing in the back seat of the car. The older man swung his arm around the back of Bucky's shoulders and the door slammed shut before another word could be said.

Steve stared at the car as it disappeared in the distance. Sitting down on the bench with a sense of dread filling the pit of his stomach, Steve prayed that this wasn't the only time he would see this Bucky again.

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Hanging up the phone on Steve after telling him she would be late, Peggy sighed as she stuffed her phone back in her blazer pocket. God she missed Steve. Her husband wasn't the type to complain but she could tell these long hours were hard on him as well as her. After this case, she was going to call for some time off…

"Work problems or family problems?" Came a calm, familiar voice from behind her.

Peggy turned knowing exactly who to expect. "None of your business Loki." She said with more tiredness than anger.

The tall, lean, attractive, black haired man grinned his toothy grin pleasantly. "Definitely family. Thinking about time off?"

"How the hell do you do that?" Peggy grumbled exasperatedly, stepping past Loki to head back to her office. Not because she didn't like him, actually he was quite sweet once you got past his annoying intelligent brain and his normal sassy remarks, but she just wanted to get this case over and done with. Sex trafficking was horrible enough but the fact that they had no new leads made her feel useless.

"You don't have to tell me." Loki said as he walked in sync with her with his long legs. "I already can guess by your expression."

"You should have been a shrink." Peggy scoffed jokingly as she stopped walking to turn and face him. She acted annoyed although she needed someone to talk to who wasn't going to mock her for being a wife and a working detective.

"Nah, forensics are the only true love for me." Loki smiled playfully. Peggy thought he looked nice with that smile. Most of her coworkers were wary of Loki, all expect for her, Sam, Bruce in forensics, and Loki's big brother, Thor. Thor Odinson, tall, muscular blonde, was the detective who almost got Peggy's promotion. She had expected him to be the same sexist man who thought that she should stay at home but he was kind. He even congratulated her for winning by hugging her and saying how his wife, Jane, would love her. Thor Odinson was one of the kindest men she had the pleasure of working with.

To be honest, the Odinson brother's looked nothing alike, and their personalities were as different as night and day; and yet when they were together, they never looked happier. Thor would jump down anyone's throat who made fun of Loki's darker personality, and Loki once somehow got an agent fired for looking up escort services when the agent said earlier that day that Thor was "a blonde idiot." So clearly, they loved each other very much. When they were together, it was obvious they were brothers. Seeing Loki being so loving to his brother made Peggy feel safer around him. She could see her being friends with him if he wasn't so smarmy with everyone but Thor.

"At least Steve gives you room to breathe." Loki drawled as he leaned against the wall, facing Peggy. "Since we work together, my brother wants to see me all the time."

"Thor loves you and you love him." Peggy said knowingly. "You can admit that you enjoy his affection."

"Shut up." Loki tried to snap but his small smile proved Peggy's words to be true.

But the joking atmosphere didn't last long. "I just want this monster who is in charge of this ring to be caught." Peggy exhaled with disgust.

Loki was silent but nodded understandingly. "So go get them." He said as if it was the most simple concept in the world.

Peggy Rogers looked at Loki with a soft smile. "You're a good friend, Loki."

Loki scoffed. "Nah, I just want to get out of work early."

Punching his shoulder playfully, Peggy rolled her eyes. "Now get back to work. We have bad guys to catch."