#I am so normal about James Wilson.

[maleyuri]

He has bewitched me, mind and soul.

#I am so normal about James Wilson.

[disfunctional-casket]

nothing just house cat images

#they are both so babygirl #i am so normal about them i swear #house md #hilson #james wilson #gregory house

[frogmittenss]

FATHERHOOD.

#house md #james wilson #and his cat #this took me forever i never usually shade like this #BUT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH #HE IS SO #GRRGRGREHIEKFFKCKJS #i am so normal about him. #what a beautiful man #house md art #worm's art #miss you pookie bear #oh lawrd #/ref im not that cringe

[blackholelynn]

Just got an idea for a House fic (if I ever get the time/energy/willpower etc to write it) that would be so cool

So obviously I want it to be a Hilson ship fic, and idk if y'all have seen the Hero x Villain TikToks by dannyphantom.exe but I'm just thinking like that dynamic and here lemme explain.

So Cuddy gets House an admin assistant because for the love of god the denials for his department are costing the hospital THOUSANDS of dollars in insurance reimbursement, so she needs someone to make sure tests are getting authed and diagnosis codes are added, all the admin jazz. At this same time, Wilson takes on an oncology fellow to shadow him and learn until they complete their fellowship and leave to begin their own oncology career. Cue the admin assistant and fellow bonding over the fact their bosses are Not Normal™️ and in fact are so uniquely unwell that they are perfect for each other and no one else. So you get a Hilson love story through the eyes of two very overworked, very exhausted employees of theirs who have also subsequently become their confidantes???

Does this make sense. Am I making sense or am I feral. Like I have the knowledge to make this Work but dear god would anyone read it

#lynn shitposts #please someone behold my ideas #i am haunted by my wips and yet once again my brain has created more possibilities #i am so normal about hilson (i am not) #hate crimes md #house md #gregory house #james wilson #hilson #fic idea

[castielsbees]

BABIES!!!!

#LOOK AT THEIR SMILES #sirs who gave you permission to make your faces look like that #i am trying so hard and failing to be normal about them #hilson #james wilson #gregory house #house md #house md 2x17

[y13evie]

hi i love love your writing!! would you write a smut for james wilson from house? maybe reader is working on house's team, or just works at the hospital. slight age gap also if that's okay!

ty for writing it if you choose it!! <33

clear your mind

omg i am SO sorry for the wait, my dear. i hope you enjoy!!

tags: age gap, smut, fuckin on da job

the tension was consuming you. day and night, all you could think about was him. there have been countless nights where you touched yourself while creating fake scenarios of you two. but that’s irrelevant right now. you’re supposed to be helping your team figure out what may be wrong with your critical patient. house notices you aren’t concentrated.

“you. what’ve you got?”. he tilts his head at you. you know he was asking you on purpose, everything he did had reasoning. you think of something fast. and it’s obvious.

“appendicitis?”

“jesus. who gave you a medical degree? get out and clear your head, you need it.”

god he was harsh. but he was right. you nodded at your colleagues as house shooed you out. you scolded yourself for not separating your work and home life. it wasn’t your fault though. james was so smart, so handsome, so much older. it’s like he was asking to be swooned over.

to clear your head you decided to hang out with your favorite nurse before getting back to work. she knew the feelings you had for james and supported your slightly problematic crush. she nursed in the oncology department, so you treaded the waters to her office very carefully. due to your lack of attention to your surroundings, you managed to walk right into the very man you’re avoiding.

“oh, hi. i actually needed to talk to you about something if you have a moment”. he looked at you with those eyes. everyone might call you crazy but you swear that coworkers don’t look at each other the way he looks at you.

“i’m busy. bye”. you nudged past him, something unusual as it’s normal for you to be so bubbly around him.

you barge into your friend's office and immediately throw yourself onto her beanbag.

“i’m a failure”. your muffled voice dripping with drama. she peeled her eyes off of her reports to you. it was quite a humorous sight, your face in the bean bag as you kick your feet like a toddler.

“what happened this time, sis.”. she walks over to you and sits criss cross applesauce, waiting for you to spill. you prop your head up on your hands and begin your story from the moment house kicked you out and basically called you an idiot.

the way she bit her lip in an effort to stifle her laughter tells you she’s not taking your sob story very seriously.

“it’s not funny!” you huffed. now you really looked like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

that did it for her. she began to laugh a little.

“it’s so funny. you’re a mess, babe! i need you to pick yourself up and go get your old man.”. you could tell she’s serious but can’t help but giggle at ‘old man’. that’s something she always nagged you about.

you got yourself back onto your feet and decided she was right. it was probably the only way you could get those silly thoughts out of your head. you thanked your friend for helping you out and marched out of her office. just as you were about to reach the department of diagnostic medicine, you heard a familiar voice.

“hey. we need to talk now.”. you turned around and faced him. all the bravery in your heart melted as soon as you came face to face with james wilson.

“uhm..sure? what about?” you questioned. there was what felt like an endless pit in your stomach, you almost wanted to order an MRI. he instructed you to follow him to his office, which of course, you obeyed.

when you arrived at his office he let you walk in first, being sure to lock the door once you both were in. you began to toy with the stitching of your white coat. he sits at the edge of his desk, waiting for you to look up.

“what’s going on?” he questions you this time. you paused for a moment, trying to decipher what he’s trying to say.

“what?”

“the way you walked right past me today. what was that about?”. he pushes his question further, expecting an answer to your coldness.

your heart dropped once you understood what he meant. you looked at him with pleading eyes, scanning his face for how he’s feeling.

“i’ve had something on my mind. i’m really, really sorry. you’re the last person i want to ignore.”

“so you’re ignoring me?” you can tell he isn’t upset as a sly smile makes its way into his face. you roll your eyes as he beckons you to come a little closer.

“what’s on your mind?”. he knows how you feel. it’s painfully obvious. he just wants to hear you say it.

you claim it’s nothing and wave it off as stress, but he knows you’re lying. he knows you’re lying when you come even closer to him, positioning yourself right between his legs that are hanging off his desk. he knows you’re lying when you can’t help but stare at the way his pants are tightening around his crotch.

“you know how unprofessional this is, right? or do you just wanna feel me inside of you.”. you’re done with him teasing you. you shut him up by placing a soft kiss on lips, which then led to a makeout session that had his hands roaming your body. and you let him. the way you grind on him in desperation tells him everything he needs to know.

he allows you to face the desk, commanding you to take off your pants and lean over it. you do exactly as he says. james takes absolutely no time to plow into you. you were expecting him to be more gentle, but for some reason you were drunk on this feeling. the way his cock is hitting your most sensitive spots over, and over again is driving you mad.

“y’know how long i’ve wanted to do this? feel you around me just like this. i bet you wanted this too, huh.”. all you can do is pathetically nod your head and quietly sob into his desk. your cries did nothing but make him twitch inside of you, groans coming deep from within his throat.

you felt your back instinctively arch further as you feel your orgasm building up. just as you were about to come undone, he stopped. you gasp as he pulls out and just looks at you. you turn around and see him stroking his length. he gently grabs your face with his free hand and tilts it downwards. you knew what he wanted. and you wanted to make him feel good.

as you got down on your knees you made sure to replace his hand with your own, setting an absurdly slow pace. you swiped your thumb across the slit that was leaking beads of precum and placed your mouth onto his tip. you slowly bobbed up and down to get accustomed to his size, and then began to take him farther and farther. james gripped your hair tightly as a disorganized string of swears left his mouth.

“so good f’me baby, being such a good girl taking me like this”.

his praises encouraged you to work your mouth even faster. the way he whimpered and moaned out your name told you he was getting close. focusing on his tip while using your hand for the rest of his cock is what sent him over the edge. he thrusted into your mouth a few times to help ride out his high. you felt so proud of yourself for making such a mess of him.

james was overstimulated and tired, but he needed to make his girl feel good. he sat you back down onto his desk and instructed you to lean back. he was drooling at the sight of your pussy all open and wet for you. he wanted to go slow with you but god you looked so desperate. he got onto one of his knees and began ravaging you. your hands are kneading as his hair as he makes circles around your clit with his tongue. the sounds are lewd but neither of you care. he’s teasing your entrance with his curled fingers before plunging them into you. the feeling of him sucking your puffy clit with the sensation of hitting your sweet spot was so overwhelming. tears ran down your face as your orgasm comes crashing over you.

james allows you to calm yourself down before helping you put your outfit back in. he wishes he had the time to give you proper aftercare and praise you for how great you made him feel, but he can’t. instead he settles for leaving a mix of small and passionate kisses all over your face while murmuring sweet praises in between each breath. as you were reaching for the doorknob james asks you what you’ve been waiting to hear.

“hey, would you like to get dinner tonight?”

before “sneakily” exiting his office you throw him a thumbs up and sweet smile. god, you could get used to this.

#james wilson #james wilson x you #james wilson x reader #james wilson x y/n #house md #house md x reader #house m.d. #house m.d. x reader

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

Tiny humans - Dr James Wilson x peds!reader

description: House gets to meet Wilson's new girlfriend for the first time when his case takes him into his worst nightmare...peds. House is in for a shock at the ball of sunshine who has his best friend on a string.

authors note: my first post for this series I want to do of oneshots and my first fanfic post on tumblr ever...enjoy!!! Btw i'm taking a lot of inspo from Arizona Robbins from Greys anatomy

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REQUESTS OPEN FOR PEDS!READER - request here

House limped down the hallway followed by an exasperated Wilson who was concerned at his friends eager step, seeing as he was on his way to see a patient. How un-house-like.

"This is peds remember, these aren't normal patients. They don't lie, they don't have ulterior motives, they're just...kids." Wilson halted his friends shoulder and turned him towards his concerned face.

"So, wait until they've had a sip of beer before berating their existence?" House mockingly tilted his head in faux concern. Wilson's mouth opened but all that left was a sigh.

After confirming that his friend was no longer going to halt the inevitable, he continued on with a new fervour in his limp. But Wilson didn't stop there and sped to catch up with the surprising amount of ground his friend had covered.

"You see she loves these kids almost...almost like they're her own. She's smart and is excellent at what she does but she doesn't care about that." Wilson paused and looked back into his mind, picturing the moment he first saw her in a child's room, a plastic tiara on her head and an empty teacup perfectly clasped between her fingers.

"She cares about the kids."

"Wow. I'm touched." House grasps his chest and wipes away a non-existant tear. "Do you know how easy being a paediatrician is. They can't lie until they grow teeth and after that they're stupid enough to reveal to us when their parents lie. There's a reason it's 'daddy touches my special place' and not 'daddy gets aroused by children.'"

"That's it I'm making the rule. No pedaphile jokes."

"But the jokes literally in the name...peds"

"Who lets you around children?"

"Who lets me around people? Haha, I got you there!" He jabs a finger into Wilson's chest. Wilson rolls his eyes and holds out his arm to prevent his morose friend entering the land of happiness. Well as happy as a bunch of sick kids can be.

"Well let me appeal to your true nature." Wilson sighs. "I like this girl and she likes me. Please don't ruin it?"

"How could I say no to those puppy dog eyes. Fine! But only in the name of your libido, at least until I finish my soul-searching and realise my true calling is your bed."

Whilst House finishes his thought, they are spotted by a woman in pink scrubs, absent of any colour of coat. She briskly walks towards the two.

"Dr Wilson, Dr House. My name is..."

"I don't remember nurses names, it's nothing personal, I rarely remember anyones."

Wilson coughs and shoves his friends shoulder to direct him towards your burning gaze.

"As I was saying, my name is DOCTOR y/l/n. Pleasure to meet you."

Despite the gaze, her smile remains cheerful and she extends her hand for House to shake. Reluctantly, he eventually offers it and it is taken in a firm and bouncy handshake.

"James has told me so much about you, to be honest I'm surprised our paths have not crossed sooner. Regardless, today I am so happy to welcome you both to peds. The most magical place on earth."

Whilst listening to her, House took stock of the woman in front of him. Her pink scrubs seemed to be the dullest thing about her. Her hair was collected in a ponytail that swished its way down between her shoulder blades. Her pockets were lined with memories of her past. A pink glitter pen given to her from a girl who was continually brought in for asthma, a ball of yarn from a boy who had loved knitting, a yellow sticker saying great job, a blue glitter one saying 'you go girl'. There was a pencil with a yellow smiley face rubber and another that seemed to contain many colours. I guess that just made it all the more fun. House smirked when he saw a pocket protector. Not too dissimilar to the one that lined the pocket of the smitten brunette next to him.

"Gentlemen, this is peds. This is the place of the tiny humans. They like glitter, they play games, they see us as magicians. They believe we are the magical healers who can cure them. So that's how we present ourselves to them. The tiny humans may be tiny but they are strong. Stronger than most. Their bodies fight because they know they have so much life left to live and we try our hardest to give them as much life left as we possibly can."

As the girl speaks, absolutely in awe of her job and the lives it saves. She fails to notice the adoring gaze of the one she calls hers. The brunette looks to her as if she hung the stars and the moon and even though he could hear House's eyes rolling into the back of his skull, he couldn't bring himself to look or care. Not when she was in his line of sight.

"So you will not be stubborn, you will not be blunt or sarcastic. As far as I'm concerned, today you are the two newest editions to the circus. So play the part and follow my lead."

She picks up her files which were each coordinated by colour and glitter. House smirked at this. She turns to push open the door to the unit but falters.

"Also..."

She turns back to face the two men.

"The owners of the tiny humans can be quite volatile. You've been warned. Enjoy!" Her look of warning is quickly replaced by a mask of pure joy.

House softly giggles.

"I like her. Will we soon be hearing the pitter patter of tiny 'Wilson' humans?"

Wilson didn’t even hear his friends comment and instead chose to follow his beauty, like a moth to a flame.

House shrugs.

"Men, never thinking with the right head." As he eyes the glitter residue that adorns Wilson’s sleeve.

#james wilson x reader #dr james wilson x reader #house md #house x reader #james wilson #dr james wilson #dr house #dr house x reader #james wilson x peds!reader #dr james wilson x peds!reader

[lovebugspots]

How crazy can one man be?

For preface, the reader has the ability over nature. So things like plants, water, growth, healing, light are her powers. Think of a Fairy, and how Maleficent has that like golden dust.

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It was normal to be chased out by a crazed man because of being a mutant, mostly… But what was not normal, was getting chased by two super soldiers, widow, and a bird-like human? No idea.

The not-so young mutant saw them, and sprinted off when the group of heroes started chasing her, little did they know, they got the wrong mutant.

11:26 AM. June 13th.

Y/n was trying to have a somewhat nice day. Just trying to get her weekly shopping done, getting groceries, some new books, new cleaning products and laundry. But before she even got into the local grocery store she heard loud footsteps.

She turned around and saw the group of men and one woman all staring at her. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rodgers, Sam Wilson, and Natasha Romanoff. “Earths Mightiest Heroes”.

Y/n knew better then to run, usually.

But this wasn’t the case, Barnes started chasing her so quickly she ran and she heard his rough voice bark out.

“Get back here!”

“I’ll pass!”

She screamed back and started running as fast as she could, adrenaline pumping through her blood as her heart beat quickens.

She pumped her arms and her legs as she dodged the poor men and woman just trying to shop.

“Sorry! Oh shit! Sorry kid!”

She yelled apologetically as she body slammed a kid on accident…She looked back and saw that all of them started chasing her while The Falcon was sin the sky. So, in the heat of the moment she created a bomb out of her magic golden glitter, and threw it up.

“What the fuck?!”

Sam yelled as he descended from the sky, slamming down on the top of the building. He definitely now had a few broken ribs.

Y/n kept running, and unsurprisingly, the only person left running was Bucky. He still yelled for her to stop, but she didn’t. The adrenaline was starting to wear off as she got tired, her lungs hurting and sweat stuck to her skin. Her clothes now felt sticky, and gross.

Bucky to advantage of that and ran up to her and jumped on her, pinning her to the ground.

“Ma’am you are arrested for- oh shit.”

His beautiful steel blue eyes, they now were filled of regret. His pupils small and he got off of her.

“Oh my god…I-I am so, so, sorry. We thought you were…someone else…”

He professed, he got off of her, he helped her up. Y/n…wasn’t happy…

“Excuse me?”

Y/e/c was filled with unadulterated rage, he thinks that he can just say ‘I’m sorry for chasing you even though you aren’t the right person’ and she would accept?

“Did you say ‘wrong person?’”

She spat out and puts her hands on her hips. He grimaced and nodded, he wasn’t happy either, he was ashamed.

“I-I did-“

She cut him off quickly, and seethed out bitterly.

“So are the Avengers after mutants as well?”

She rolled her eyes and scoffed and she backed away from him, but her shakes his head and said softly.

“No not at all! I-I though, I mean, we, thought you were Mystique…”

Y/n’s eyes soften at that name, an old friend of hers, Raven.

“Raven?”

“Yes! You know her?”

“Of course…her death was impacting to all.”

Bucky’s eyes widen, his lips parted but he stammered out…

“Death..? She…died?”

Y/n nodded, she walked up to him and said.

“1992, Jean killed her.”

All Bucky could do was nod, he bit his lip and looked up at her. She sighed and asked delicately.

“Why are you after her?”

Bucky sighed, it was private S.H.E.I.L.D information. But she deserved to know.

“There have been reports about a shapeshifter, and the only person we could point to was her…”

He paused then continues softly.

“But her death isn’t in the system?”

Y/n nodded and answered.

“Xavier said nothing, so mutants wouldn’t get more hate then we already do…”

Bucky sighed and nodded, understanding her words. He stood up fully and puts his flesh hand (his right) out to shake with hers.

“I’m sorry about that. But I’m James, James Buchanan Barnes. But call me Bucky.”

He expressed, giving a beautiful smile…a smile that gave Y/n butterflies. She shakes the feeling off and puts her hand in his.

“Y/n Máxima, just call me Y/n.”

She smiles softly, shaking his hand.

Little did she know, he had the butterflies too. Except it was the ones where he wanted to puke from how harsh they were.

“What a beautiful name…”

He mumbled softly and takes his hand away, and he added softly.

“Hopefully I see you in the near future, Mrs. Máxima…”

She immediately missed his warm, and calloused hand. But all she did was smile and said.

“You will, I assure you of it.”

She looked around and when she looked back at him…he was gone.

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Hii this is my first work, not the best, but it was on my phone and I am way better with a computer. I will definitely make a part two when I’m not busy <3

And I will take requests, and such. I can do other MCU characters but I am in the process on working on my blog. So please be patient. :)

Much love-

Ry 🩵

#bucky x y/n #bucky banres #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #mcu x reader #mutant #x men comics #marvel #magic #love

[discount-limeade]

Slipknot: A Review

This is a JOKE. That being Said.....

Conrad's Ratings On How much "Pull Game" The Knot Members Had. (And if they use Spray or Stick Deodorant)

This is 100 Percent Biased. This isn't a News source, welcome to My Hyperfixation.

Pull Game: We're gonna Loosely Define this as, If they could Hypothetically get bitches.

0. Sid Wilson

9/10

Starting Strong, Sid's got it on Lock. Docking One Point Because The Hyperfixations can Be DETRIMENTAL to getting bitches and Some people might not think Transformers are Cool.

Spray: Old Spice

1. Joey Jordison

8/10

Joey was For SURE getting Hoes in the Book. No questions. But this Specific picture (because I chose it), What in the 'Just Crawled out from under the Sink' is he doing.

-1 For Posture, tighten up man. Your neck is about to be at a Permanent Right angle. -1 for, idk I feel like he'd Say some strange shit.

Stick: He puts it on by going through the bottom of his shirt.

2. Paul Gray

7/10

Personally, LARGE fan of Paul. But we gotta think about this Logically alright. It's 2000, you're approached by this Man, he offers you a Cigarette. You take it OBVIOUSLY, he's just a being Nice.

-1 for possible Off puttingness. -1 Approachability (??). -1 When he lets you hit the bong he tells you it's not that bad and you end up coughing your eye out.

Stick: He looks like he has a Cool Sock Collection.

3. Chris Fehn

9/10

In our Hearts we all Know this man was a Ten. The eyebrows on His Mask Here are Very Good, which May Cancel out this lost Point.

-1 For Public Masturbation.

Stick: There's a Bite Missing

4. James Root

7/10

Now, if this was Blonde Jim, 10. I'd Find no reason to criticize, but it's not and this One picture will dictate his Entire Rating.

-1 Gay. Self Explanatory. -1 touched his balls and Wiped his hand on your neck. -1 pissed and didn't wash hands.

Does NOT wear deodorant and if he does it's that Paste organic kind.

5. 133

6/10

Once Again We All know he's Ten. Love a Strong Silent Guy. You know how this goes though, the picture selected Has Sealed his Fate.

-1 for, is this a school photo??. Update your portfolio. -1 I don't have my shots and those definitely have something. -1 he looks like a Train Guy. -1 beer cooler says 'for the boys'.

Stick. Looks like he tried to finger it.

6. Clown

5/10

Yo look how Whimsical he is. We got Elderman Shawn here. Physically, jumping this man's bones. Personality wise, he makes me MAD AS FUCK.

-1 if you pulled his hair it would come out in CLUMPS. -1 smells like fish. -1 definitely has a Foot Fetish. But I'm not talking NORMAL foot fetish I mean this man wants to put HIS feet on YOU. -1 says 'Honk Honk' when he grabs your Tits. Fucking YIKES. -1 keeps Muttering to Himself about The Circus, You should probably go...

Stick? It's Somewhere amongst his Things.

7. Mick Thomson

10/10

Any Day of the Week. He's just Got everything Going Right. Possible only downfall would be How strange his Wrist is Bent up in this pic but I will not Dock him for that.

Stick. He gets the Twin Packs to Share With Crew.

8. Corey Taylor

4/10.

Before you Say it, Yes, I would. But this isn't about That. This is about the fact that He gets NO BITCHES. And I'm not Talking about the Occasional, I mean this guy has never doesn't even know what Sex IS.

-2 he's COMING UP THE STAIRS FROM HIS DWELLING. -1 eats His own Ear wax. -1 how do you have lice and you only have Maybe 13 Pieces of Hair. -1 there Are Juice Stains around his mouth. -1 ate a mouse.

Spray. He likes to Stab The Cans So they Explode.

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In conclusion, I started Writing this at 4 am. It is now almost Seven. Have a Wonderful rest of your day.

#slipknot #sid wilson #joey jordison #paul gray #jim root #craig jones #shawn clown crahan #shawn crahan #mick thomson #corey taylor #review #rizzknot #yo that's ugly as FUCK #prophecy

[yeetus-feetus]

i am so not normal about James Wilson. He's not even the main focus of the episodes but I just love seeing his big brown eyes. I would put him in a blender btw. I would do a lot more than that probably. Look at him! He's gorgeous. Love him.

#james wilson #house md #wilson house md #dr wilson #i desire him carnally #Seriously he needs to stop being so goddamn cute #foaming at the mouth rn

[ozwriterchick]

Our Little Family..

Characters: James :"Bucky" Barnes; Original Female Character/Reader; Natasha Romanoff; Steve Rogers; Sam Wilson; Clint Barton; Bella Barnes

Content warnings: No real warnings, just a bit of a angst and a bit of fluff, overall just cuteness

A/N: Originally published on WP and AO3, I've decided to upload some of my more popular stories from these platforms here, so keep an eye out.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Yn's pov

I peered my head out the door of our suite at the Avengers compound. Thankfully I saw just the person I was wanting to talk to.

Me: Pssst, Nat, come here, quick.

I closed and locked the suite door behind us.

Nat: Ooo, this is all secretive, I'm loving it. What's going on?

Me: Well, Bella is 3 now and I'm kind of getting a bit clucky and I want another baby but I don't know how to bring it up with Bucky. We've talked about having one but I'm pretty sure he wanted to wait until Bella was like at school or something.

Nat: You know, you could just say it. He's not going to divorce you because you want another baby.

Me: I know, I just don't want him to feel like he has to say yes just because I want it, you know?

Nat: I do, but when has Bucky ever done anything because someone else wanted him to?

Me: (laughing) you're so right there.

Midday the same day and Bucky, Steve, Sam and Clint were all sitting around discussing the party tonight and making bets on who will get the drunkest, who will make a fool of themselves the most, who will leave the earliest, that kind of thing.

Steve: I reckon Yn will leave first, he said laughing

Clint: Well that's almost a no-brainer because she'll have to put Bella down and she probably won't come back - that's what usually happens, right Buck?

Bucky: No, actually, tonight Bella is going to stay with her grandparents so we can have a normal party night for once

Clint: Well planned. Maybe you'll get lucky tonight too?

Bucky: Well, I am lucky every day that I have the 2 most beautiful girls in the world that I get to call mine"

The others all groaned.

Steve: You know she can't hear you right now?

Bucky: I know, but it's the truth and I'm not afraid to say it, doesn't matter who is , or isn't, listening.

You: entering the lounge area with your & Bucky's 3 year old daughter Isabella. "What aren't you afraid to say, my love?"

Bucky: That you and Bella are the loves and lights of my life and I am the luckiest man in the world.

You: Flattery will get you everywhere Buckster.

Bella: Daddy, tan I sit with you?

Bucky: Of course you can Bubba

Bella all but jumps out of your arms, straight into Bucky's lap.

You lean down and kiss Bucky and let him know that you're heading to the shops to get some last minute things you need for tonight.

Bucky: Alright, drive safe and text me if you need me. Bella, say bye to Mama.

Bella: Bye Mama, Daddy and I are going to watch a movie while you're gone

Bucky: Oh are we now, my princess?

As you leave you hear Bucky say to the guys: Yep, the luckiest and I would do anything either of them want.

You leave and head to get a few makeup items you are wanting and another thing you were hoping you'd need soon.

Mid-afternoon you got back from the shops and Bella was asleep on Bucky's chest.

You: Oh Buck, you should have put her down for her nap. You know she sleeps longer when she sleeps on you and I'm worried she won't sleep tonight for my Mum & Dad.

Bucky: Babe, don't worry about it, she's only been asleep for about an hour, that's almost her normal nap length anyway, I'll bring her up now and she'll wake up on the way.

He carries Bella up to your suite, and you follow him along, hoping she will wake up so that she isn't grumpy for her grandparents tonight. You're hoping to talk to Bucky about having another baby tonight, either at the party or afterwards.

Luckily Bella wakes up just as Bucky is laying her down on the couch. She rubs her eyes sleepily and says "Thirsy Mama"

You: Ok baby, do you want some milk or juice?

Bella: Doose pease Mama

You poured her some juice in a sippy cup, put her on the floor with some toys and sat on the couch watching to make sure she didn't lay down and go back to sleep.

Bucky: Did you get everything you needed at the shops Babe?

You: Uhh, yeah I did

Bucky: Do you want me to unpack the bag for you

You didn't want him to see the pregnancy tests you bought so you told him that you'd do it later and to come sit down with you.

He sat next to you on the couch and you snuggled into his side.

You: Hmmm, I could do this all day

Bucky: Hey, don't let Steve hear you, that's his catch phrase.

You both laughed and he put his arm around you, rubbing his hand up and down your side.

Bucky: So, party tonight. Looking forward to a kid-free night?

You: Yes and No, it's always good to get a night just to ourselves, but I miss her so much when she's not here.

Bucky: I know, I have a hard time sleeping not hearing her little snuffles and snorts in the room next door.

You: Aww, Bucky you are such a softy now that you're a Dad.

Bucky: I know, I'm a goner. Anything you or Bella want or need, I'll do everything in my power to give it to you.

You: But Buck, I don't want you to think you have to always say yes to whatever she or I want.

Bucky: Yn, I never thought I'd have this, you know, a real family. A gorgeous wife and an amazing kiddo. So if I can give you what you want or need, then I'm going to do it to the best of my ability.

You: I love you so much babe

He pulls you onto his lap and kisses you softly: I love you too sweetness. Both of you.

He wraps his arms around you and he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth and a soft moan escapes your lips. Bella looks up and gets a strange look on her face. Next thing you know, she's climbed onto the couch next to you and is pushing you apart.

Bella: No Daddy, no hurt Mama.

You: Oh baby, Daddy didn't hurt Mama. It's ok. (Turning to Bucky) We might have to start closing the door to her room when we're umm.. you know.

Bucky: (laughing) yeah, I think you might be right.

You spend the rest of the afternoon getting Bella ready to go to her grandparents. Bucky leaves about 4pm to take her and you start getting ready for the party.

Bucky's pov

Bella and I are in the car on the way to Yn's parents house

Bella: Daddy

Me: yes Bella

Bella: When Mama's birfday?

Me: Well, Mama's birthday is in just a few weeks actually.

Bella: What we det her for present?

Me: Well, I have a couple of ideas, what do you think?

Bella: Daddy

Me: yes baby girl

Bella: I know what we tan det her

Me: (I'm thinking she's going to say a giraffe or something equally absurd) Ok, you tell me what should we get her then?

Bella: A baby

I nearly drove off the road, that was the last thing I thought she would say: Umm Bella, baby, why do you think we should get Mama a baby for her birthday?

Bella: Tause I heared her tell Aunta Nat she wants a baby so I fought we tould det her one but I don't know what shop to go to, tan you help get Mama a baby Daddy?

Me: Umm.. Wow (under his breath).. When did you hear her say that Bella?

Bella: Dis morning when you were with Unca Teve. Aunta Nat tame in our room and Mama said she want a baby.

Me: Ok Bella, let's not tell anyone else about this ok? If Mama wants a baby for her birthday then it has to be a surprise so nobody else can know, ok?

Bella: Otay Daddy. I love you

Me: (stunned) I love you too baby girl

With that, we pull up at the house and Yn's Mum & Dad came running out to get Bella out of the car.

Yn's Dad: Good drive Buck?

Me: Uhh yeah, not much traffic which was good.

I helped them get Bella and all her stuff inside, then kissed her, thanked them again and got back in the car.

The half hour drive back to the compound consisted of the following conversation with myself.

If she wants another baby, why did she tell Nat and not me?

Is it a good time for another baby? Is there ever a good time for a baby?

Of course we can have another baby, I love Bella so much, another little one would be amazing

But why would she not talk to me about it?

Maybe we can start trying tonight?

Hang on, when was she going to talk to me about it?

Was she just going to not say anything, get pregnant and then tell me?

We should be making these decisions together.

Why would she tell Nat in front of Bella, we both know she repeats everything she hears.

Oh god, how do I bring it up now, knowing that she felt like she couldn't tell me.

Thankfully I arrived back at the compound, which effectively stopped the out loud conversation I was having.

Bucky gets back to their suite and Yn is already in the shower. He goes through the closet and chooses what he's going to wear tonight and heads into the bathroom.

Yn: Hey Buck, was Bella ok?

Bucky: Hmmm? Oh yeah, excited to see Nana and Poppy.

Yn: Well, we have a bit of time if you'd like to join me in here? (Wiggles her eyebrows at him)

Bucky: (distracted with the thoughts in his head) oh it's ok, I'll just wait for you to be done.

Yn: (thinking to herself Well that's weird, he doesn't usually turn down a shower) Ok babe, I'll be out in a minute.

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Yn to come out of the bathroom. He had no idea what to say to her or where to even begin the conversation.

Yn emerged from the bathroom with just a white fluffy towel wrapped around herself. She looked at Bucky and could see he was a million miles away and wondered what had happened while he was gone to change his mood so dramatically.

She walked up to him and put her hand under his chin, lifting his face up so he would look at her.

Yn: Hey Buck, everything ok?

Bucky: Yeah sweetheart, I just need to have a shower to get my second wind. He smiled at her, but she noted the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Yn: Are you sure? My parents were ok?

Bucky: yeah, they were fine, they were so excited to see Bella and have her staying over the night. I'm sure there were multiple new toys for her to play with and even before I left she had your mum on the floor playing tea party.

This time when he laughed it was a genuine laugh so Yn relaxed a little.

Yn: Ok, well don't take too long in there, I still have to do my makeup and hair.

Bucky: Just come in and do it while I'm showering, not like you haven't seen all this before.

So Bucky jumped in the shower and Yn started on her hair and make up - she wasn't going to do anything outrageous so it wouldn't take her long, but she liked to look nice for Bucky.

She was done and dressed before he was even out of the shower.

He came out of the bathroom naked and just stopped and looked at his wife. She is the most gorgeous woman he's ever seen and that he gets to call her his constantly confounds him.

He walked over to her and goes to hug her but she pushes him away. 'We'll never have another baby if she pushes naked me away' he thinks to himself.

Yn: Babe, no you're still wet and Im all dressed.

She leans over and gives him a peck on the cheek and he goes to dry off and get dressed.

Several hours later they are at the party and Yn is stifling a yawn.

Nat: Well, sorry to keep you up Yn. I thought you'd be raring to go tonight, maybe get started on that thing we talked about earlier

Yn: Nat, sshhh will you? I haven't talked to Bucky yet and I don't want him to hear it from someone other than me.

Nat: That's why I said the thing and not what it actually is. When are you going to talk to him?

Yn: I was going to talk to him tonight but to be honest, he was being a little weird when he got home from dropping Bella off, so I'm not sure if I will tonight.

Nat: What do you think made him act weird?

Yn: I don't know, I asked if my parents were ok and he said yes. He did agree with me earlier that he misses Bella when she's not here, but it was more than that. I just don't know what it was about. Like he was all in his head about something.

Your favourite song came on so you grabbed Nat's hand and got up on the dance floor and started dancing. You hoped that this woke you up a bit or you would be having an earlier night than planned.

You also hoped that it would motivate Bucky, who seemed to be avoiding you tonight. Usually he was quite clingy at these things but he'd been the total opposite tonight.

Another hour or so later you were on the lookout for your husband, having exhausted yourself dancing, you were ready to call it a night and head back to your suite.

Moments later, you saw him in the corner talking animatedly to Steve.

As you got closer, Steve loudly said "Oh hey Y/n, you looking for this one? "(Pointing to Bucky)

Yn: Yeah, Babe, I'm done in, I'm going to head upstairs.

Bucky: (half turned to you but not making eye contact) Uh yeah, me and Steve are just having a conversation so I'll come up soon.

You looked at Steve and raised your eyebrows. He shook his head like he didn't know what was going on either.

You kissed Bucky on the cheek and said: Ok, well I'll see you there soon, then.

Bucky: Yeah

You turn and head up to your room, even more confused.

Bucky's pov

Steve: Just talk to her, I'm sure you've had this conversation before, why is it any different now?

Me: Because now I know she's serious about it and cause she talked to Nat about it and not me

Steve: Buck, just man up and go talk to your wife. Only she can give you the answers you're looking for

Me: yeah, I guess you're right. Wish me luck (downing the rest of his drink)

By the time Bucky comes into the room you are almost asleep. He undresses and climbs into bed beside you, laying on his back, not touching you.

You turn and scoot towards him, he lifts his arm so you can snuggle into his side and he slides his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

These mixed signals are killing you and even though you're not sure if this is a good time, you have to talk to him about things.

You: Bucky? Are you really ok Baby? You've been a little off since you got back from dropping Bella off and I'm starting to freak out a bit to be honest.

Bucky grunted: You're starting to freak out? Well, I'm sorry to freak YOU out!

He lifts his arm and sits up on the side of the bed facing away from you.

You: Buck, you're scaring me. We've always been able to talk about anything and now you're being silent & strange.

Bucky: I agree, we have always been able to talk about anything. So tell me Y/n, is there something you want to talk to me about? Huh?

You: Well for one I want to know what's crawled up your arse and laid a nest? You're the one not talking to me, basically ignoring me all night and now you're questioning me?

Bucky stood up and turned to look at you: So you didn't have a conversation with Nat earlier today about having another baby instead of with me?

You: What? Bucky, I.. What did Nat say? I'm going to kill her.

Bucky: You see, that's the interesting part, it wasn't Nat who told me.

You: So who told you, nobody else kne... Oh shit.. Bella?

Bucky: Yes, we're in the car heading to your parents and she starts asking about when your birthday is and what are we getting you and then she said Oh Daddy I know what we can get Mama, we can get her a baby, can you help Mama get a baby Daddy? Then she tells me she heard you tell Nat.

You: Oh Buck, I'm so sorry you heard it from our daughter. It's a little bit funny though.

Bucky: yeah, maybe if I didn't nearly drive off the fucking road with our daughter in the car.

You: Oh, I totally didn't think about her being able to hear, I thought we were talking quietly enough and she was in the next room.

Bucky: Well, I think we should get her tested, maybe she has super soldier hearing. But I don't get why you talked to Nat, forgive me if I'm wrong but I don't think she has the capability of giving you a baby?

You moved over to the edge of the bed and grabbed at his hand. This time, he let you grab it and you pulled him to you, wrapping your arms around his waist.

You: Oh Buck, I'm sorry I was just asking Nat's advice on how to start the conversation. You said a while ago something about no more babies until Bella was at school and I just, I didn't want to wait any longer and I didn't want you to feel like you had to say yes.

Bucky: Oh sugar, you know I can't say no to you, but if I really didn't want to, I'd let you know.

You: So you're ok with the idea?

Bucky: I'm so much more than ok with the idea. In fact, why don't we start trying now?

You: I'd love to but I need to show you something first.

You grabbed something from the bedside table on your side. It was a pregnancy test you'd taken when you got back to the room just for laughs.

Bucky looked at it and read the word: Pregnant

Bucky: You're already pregnant? We're having another baby?

You: Yes, we are - I took it for a laugh not thinking there was already a little peanut in there but surprise to both of us!

Bucky cradled your face in his hands and kissed you softly but full of passion: I love you so much Yn, thank you for making me a Dad again.

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In the Nick of Time

Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader. Other Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Thor Odinson and Loki Laufeyson. Also Dr. Ivan Zalinsky (OMC), Ryan (captured SHIELD Agent)

Word Count: 9329

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, hospital stay, medical experiments with drugs, gunshot wounds, use of pet names (sweetheart, baby, Solnyshka) BUT still has the right amount of FLUFF and an ending with a twist......?

Summary: The last time you heard Bucky’s voice, he was being taken prisoner. The man behind it is Dr. Ivan Zalinsky, the man responsible for unlocking your enhanced abilities. He’s threatened to do the same to Bucky, which you cannot and will not allow. Time for a rescue, but will you be successful?

A/N: This really was only supposed to be two parts. But my daughter and unofficial beta-reader, @phoenixisred, talked me into writing a Part 3. Bless her little pea-pickin’ heart. :) There will be a Part 4, which will be a crossover with another fandom, which will be obvious by the surprise in the ending. You can catch up on Part 1, Perfect Timing here and Part 2, Running Out of Time here. Enjoy!

A/N 2: Translation: Solnyshka = Sunshine

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Where am I? you wondered. Beep. Beep. Beep. You could hear the machines that were monitoring your condition as they emitted a steady rhythm of signals. The numbers for your vital signs like your BP, pulse rate and oxygen level were reflected on the screen. The numbers indicated that they were at a normal level, but you were still unconscious.

You could feel the delicate touch of someone holding your right hand. For a fleeting moment, you thought that Bucky had somehow escaped and made it back to you. Then your eyes flew open as you realized he was still stuck in that HYDRA base, and it was up to you to get him back. With a sharp gasp, you sat upright in the bed, straining the wires and setting off the alarms for the machines monitoring you.

"Whoa, easy there, sweetie. Shh, we've got you. Come, sit back on your pillows and relax," Wanda soothed.

You fell back against your pillows as directed, which stopped the machines from going wild with their readings of your vital signs. Off to your left, you noticed Steve sitting in a chair, looking like he hadn't slept well in a few days. "Hey there, Sunshine. How you doin'?" he asked.

Sunshine. One of Bucky's many nicknames for you, his favorite. "Been better, Steve. By the looks of it, so have you. How long have I been out?" you wondered.

"Couple of days. What's the last thing you remember?" he inquired.

You searched your memory of two days ago, when you returned to the Tower. "I came back after I heard James' voicemail message about going on the mission," you started, choking back a sob. "I got a taxi to bring me here as soon as possible. After I put my stuff in our room, and I saw you all in the COMMs room....I knew something had gone wrong. I shouldn't have left here, Steve," you whispered, the tears now flowing freely down your face. "I never got to tell him....."

"Hey now, try not to think about that right this second. You know those HYDRA missions go wrong about as many times as they go right. The important thing is for you to rest, because we've got work to do, and we're going to need your help," Steve replied. "And Sunshine? Don't worry, you'll get your chance to tell Bucky....whatever it is you never got to tell him," Steve promised with a wink. He gave your hand a final squeeze, then he and Wanda stood up from their chairs. Steve pressed a kiss to your forehead and walked out of the room with Wanda, closing the door behind them.

"I hope so, Steve. I really hope so," you replied softly. Now that you were sitting in your room alone, your thoughts drifted back to what you'd heard of the mission. Not only was Dr. Zalinsky alive, but he was holding Bucky prisoner, threatening to do to him what had been done to you. There was no way you were going to allow that happen to anyone else, let alone the love of your life. You just had to figure out a rescue plan and put it into action. As you let your mind wander, the tendrils of sleep slowly took over your brain, and you had no choice but to close your eyes.

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Bucky heard the heavy door in his cell slide open and looked up as Ryan got pushed inside. Ryan was back from his "session" with Dr. Zalinsky. Bucky wasn't sure how much more the agent would be able to withstand before it would be too much. He had to figure out a way for himself and Ryan to get away from the facility and to a nearby safe house before any HYDRAs knew they were missing.

His thoughts drifted back to you and what you might be doing back at the Tower. He hoped that whatever was going on, that you were safe and unharmed. Bucky knew that Steve and everyone else would be looking after you, making sure you were okay until he could be rescued. He also knew that the worst part would be the waiting, and he hated that he was putting you through it.

That last day before he left on his mission kept playing on a loop in his head. When you told him of your new work assignment, his first reaction was that you'd be putting yourself in danger. Bucky did enough of that on a regular basis to know that there was no way he wanted that for you. Even when you explained that you wouldn't be going into the field, all he could see was you returning to the compound hurt or worse.

Bucky was sitting on his cot, head resting on the wall behind him and eyes tilted towards the ceiling. If only I had slowed down and at least listened to her, been more supportive instead. Dammit, I know she's a strong woman, smart, fully capable of handling COMMs for a mission. She can do just about anything she puts her mind to. Wish I'd said that rather than what I did say, Bucky thought. He'd take back what he said, just for the chance to see you again. "Oh, solnyshka, my solnyshka," he mumbled. "I miss you so much," he whispered. When he closed his eyes, a single tear slid down his cheek.

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A couple of days later, you were released from the MedBay and allowed to return to the room you shared with Bucky. Although it was nice to be out of the MedBay, the room felt empty without your super soldier boyfriend. At the moment, you were sitting on the edge at the foot of your side of the bed, facing the headboard, lost in thought.

Alpine hopped up on the bed to join you, her right front paw no longer causing her pain. The same ability that allowed you to communicate with her also included healing properties. She nudged at your hands that were clasped in your lap, making you chuckle. "You want some attention, pretty girl? Is that it?" you asked. You reached out your hand to pet her luxuriously soft fur, which helped to reduce some of your anxiety about the current situation with Bucky.

You heard knocking at your door, and called out to the visitor to come in. "Hi, Wanda. Any news on James?" you inquired wearily.

Wanda took a seat on the edge of the bed on Bucky's side, facing you. In response to your question, she shook her head. "Nothing yet, honey. That doesn't mean they've stopped looking, although Fury seems to be convinced that they haven't moved him," she reported. "It's only a matter of time before we find them, until Bucky's safe and sound back here with you."

"I hope so, Wanda," you replied wistfully. "I need him as far away from Dr. Zalinsky as possible. There's a reason that maniac was kicked off campus all those years ago. Too many people were having adverse reactions to whatever he was handing out during his 'study'. As it was, I only took two or three doses of the stuff, but I quit taking it before his program was shut down. But I'm afraid that the meds I did take only made a bad situation worse," you explained.

"What did it do to you?" Wanda asked.

"At the time, Zalinsky told me it would help with the headaches and dizziness. I wasn't that far into the trial, and I would still get migraines off and on. I figured it wasn't working, so I quit taking the meds. There were others farther along in the program, and it made them extremely suspicious of those around them. Also made them paranoid, convinced that someone was lurking around every corner, out to do them harm," you added. "Some of them had even started acting out and in violent ways. The university's official statement chalked it up to 'adjustment issues' between students, which kept it mostly out of the press."

"How awful!" she gasped.

"Yeah, and it's the reason why they booted Zalinsky off the campus. I didn't think much of any after-effects causing me problems until that big headache hit a few weeks ago that put me in the MedBay. That's when Dr. Cho did the CAT Scan and found the red spot. She said it's the part of my brain that manages my ability to communicate with and heal animals. Like Alpine here," you smiled as you scratched behind the feline's ears.

"If you want, I could teach you how to control your ability, how to filter out some of the 'noise'," Wanda offered.

"Would you? That would be fantastic, Wanda, thank you. Because I'm definitely going to need that control when I go in with the team to rescue James," you noted grimly.

"Whoa, hold on a minute. Have you cleared that with Steve, Tony or even Fury about going on the mission?" she questioned.

"I have to go with them, Wan. Zalinsky said he would finish with James whatever had been started with me. I have no idea what those pills would've done to me, had I kept going with them. James has been through enough already, and I refuse to let Zalinsky make things worse for him. Besides, there's no telling what might happen if you combine the super serum and whatever Zalinsky's working with," you noted grimly.

"All right, meet me in the gym in an hour, and we'll start your training. The sooner you can control your ability, the sooner we can tell Tony to fire up the quinjet and go out after Bucky. Sound like a deal?" Wanda asked, holding out her hand for you to shake.

"Sounds like the perfect deal for me, Wan," you replied, enthusiastically returning her handshake. The two of you dissolved into giggles and fell into each other's fond embrace. "I just miss him so much," you choked out. "He may not be perfect, but for me, he's korol moego serdtsa," you added. (king of my heart)

"I know, darling, I know," she soothed and tightened her hold on you. "But for now, let's focus on harnessing this ability you now have, and see how we can turn this into an advantage in the field. One hour?" she kept her hands on your shoulders and leaned back to lock her gaze on you.

"One hour, Wanda," you promised. "Thank you." One final squeeze and then Wanda left your room.

During the next week, you worked with Wanda on controlling your ability, all while trying to keep your mind focused. It was difficult, especially since you knew that for each day that went by, that was one more day that Bucky was in danger from Zalinsky. Each time those thoughts invaded your concentration, you felt the effects right away. Slowly you were learning to filter out those thoughts and focus on seeing his face again, feeling his arms around you when you rescue him.

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One day, you, Steve, Tony and the rest of the team were in the conference room, reviewing various strategies for extracting Ryan and Bucky. The approach they were favoring so far was a brute force attack, using all available Avengers to bulldoze their way in. You knew that Zalinsky and HYDRA would be expecting this, but no matter how many times you voiced this opinion, it was dismissed.

"Tony, there are other ways besides blasting your way through at the front door," you attempted to remind him for what seemed like the fortieth time. "It's not exactly subtle, either."

"Oh, and you know this because of your extensive field experience, is that it?" he retorted. "Why don't you go practice talking to the animals, Dr. Doolittle. That way you leave the strategy meeting to the grown-ups, hmm?"

You slammed your hands on the table causing everyone to shift their focus to you. "DAMMIT, Tony, could you quit being an ass for two seconds?!? Zalinsky and HYDRA are holding a highly trained asset--their highly trained former asset--and a SHIELD agent of yours. They KNOW we're going to come after them and attempt a rescue. Maybe it's better that we try going through a back door or finding some other way in," you remarked.

Tony stood across from you at the conference table, barely containing his fury at you, his arms folded across his chest. "Fine, what is your proposal, O Gifted Strategist?" he smirked.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at Tony's sarcasm, because you finally had his attention. "Wanda has been working with me on filtering out a lot of the background stuff that comes with my ability. Helps me to focus on one particular animal, bird, insect, etc., so I can determine how to communicate with it. Now, I'm not perfect at it yet, but for my plan, I believe I have enough of a handle on it to make it work."

Tony briefly glanced at Wanda, who nodded at Tony and smiled her encouragement at you. "What I'm suggesting is this: HYDRA has cameras everywhere, so they'll be able to tell when we're within a certain range. If we could somehow disable those cameras, we can slip in undetected," you began.

"Hmm. I suppose we could try and hack into the cameras," Tony mused.

"I was thinking of a really low-tech approach," you replied. Tony raised one eyebrow as if to indicate that he was still listening. "There's bound to be rats or mice in a place like that. I can communicate with them to chew through the wires or otherwise block the camera. As soon as that's done, we break in." When you finished, you looked around at the others. Some were nodding their heads, some were deep in thought. Tony, however, did not seem impressed.

"Seriously? This is what you've come up with? Rodents to chew through the security camera wires, then we just waltz right in there and break out the prisoners?" Tony retorted. "Please tell me the rest of you aren't buying this--this--amateur plan. Nope, playtime is over, kiddo. Besides, there's no way I'm letting you tag along on this mission," he vowed.

You could feel the tears gathering behind your eyes, but you were determined not to let Tony or anyone else see them. Taking a deep breath to compose yourself, you locked your gaze on Tony. "For this plan to work, I must be on-site to communicate. They are holding two of your people, a SHIELD agent and an Avenger, one of whom I am extremely attached to. For better or worse, Zalinsky gave me this ability. Please let me use it to rescue the man I love," you pleaded.

For a moment, it looked like Tony was seriously considering your plan instead of his own. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. Then he abruptly raised his head and shook it in rejection of your plan. "Nah, sorry. Can't do it. I just don't see this kind of a plan working out," he remarked.

You started to walk out when a radical and dangerous thought popped into your head, but unfortunately didn't stay there. "Or, you could always use me as bait," you suggested.

Everyone began to immediately protest, shouting over each other that it was a bad idea. "Wait a minute, please!" you implored. "Listen, you heard Zalinsky when Ryan and James were taken. Either he uses them for his lab experiments, or he grabs me and tries to finish what he started with me when I was in college," you reminded them.

The room erupted again, with a chorus of objections rising from all sides. The noise was starting to affect you, and Tony didn't appear willing to look further into adopting your plan. So, you left the conference room to get away from the commotion and into somewhere quiet.

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Ryan paced the floor of the cell, muttering to himself. Clearly, the effects of the medication were starting to take hold, though Bucky wasn't sure if the meds were the cause. The constant motion of Ryan, along with his muttering under his breath, was making Bucky feel somewhat uneasy. He was sitting on the military cot, wedged into the corner next to the wall.

"Could you stop with the pacing? You'll only end up wearing yourself out, then someone will have to carry your ass out of here when they rescue us," Bucky grumbled.

Suddenly Ryan stopped in his pacing to glare at Bucky. "There is no rescue, you know. No one's coming for us," Ryan retorted.

Bucky rolled his eyes. "What do you mean, of course there's a rescue. The team is just waiting for the right time to barge in and lead us out of here," he affirmed.

"The team doesn't even know where we are, so they'll just waste time trying to find us. Then when they don't, they'll leave us here," Ryan snapped.

Bucky jumped up from his cot in a flash, and picked Ryan up with both hands, holding him against the wall. "Listen up, because I'm only gonna say this once. Nobody is going to abandon us. Zalinsky and whoever else is filling your head with this crap is lying to you. And you have to figure out a way to fight what the meds are doing to you or things are gonna get worse. Understand?"

All Ryan could do was nod his head, at which point Bucky let go of him. Once free, Ryan resumed his pacing, but only for a few minutes until he ultimately settled on his own cot. Bucky had taken up his previous position on his cot, one knee drawn up to his chest with his arms curled around it. "I know you're out there, solnyshka. Please come find me," he whispered to himself.

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"So this is where you ran off to," a voice behind you stated. You had escaped to the roof and were curled up in one of the chairs, a blanket from your room draped around your shoulders.

"Go away, Loki. I'm not in the mood for anyone telling me about my lack of field experience, or that my ideas won't work. I already know I have no mission work under my belt, but I believe that my suggested plan of action has merit," you retorted.

"Which one? Plan 'A', where you direct your army of animals, insects and other creatures? Or Plan 'B', where you offer yourself as bait in exchange for the SHIELD agent and Barnes?" Loki probed, his eyes narrowed at you.

"Better me than them!" you exclaimed.

"You can't be serious!" Loki retorted. "How can you say that? You are just as important around here as Barnes and the other agent. So, what do you really think we should do?" he asked.

"You're right," you acknowledged quietly. "Logically, Plan 'A' is the best choice, where I use my ability to sneak on base. Wanda's been working with me on how to better focus my powers, but.... The only time my concentration really breaks is when I think about James being hurt," you admitted, dropping your gaze.

"Norns, you're in love with Barnes, aren't you?" Loki asked.

Eyes still cast downward, you nodded in confirmation of your love for James Buchanan Barnes. "I am. With all of my heart. Only we had an argument before this last mission, and I didn't get a chance to tell him that before he left," you sniffled. "I have to get him back, Loki. If I didn't think Tony would fire me or arrest me on the spot, I'd hijack his stupid plane right now to go after him. Anyone else is welcome to tag along," you remarked.

"Perhaps stealing a quinjet won't be necessary, darling. When I left the meeting, most of the team was trying to convince Stark of the merits of your Plan 'A'," Loki revealed.

At that moment, the door to the roof opened, revealing Sam Wilson. He walked over to where you were sitting and crouched down to your level. He held his arms out in invitation, which you took advantage of by launching yourself at him. "Oof! Aww, hey, babygirl. How you holdin' up, hmm?" he asked as he rubbed your back to comfort you.

"I'm okay, Sam," you replied. Your voice was muffled by his shoulder, so you drew back a little before speaking again. "As long as you tell me we're leaving soon to go and rescue James," you added, looking him directly in the eyes.

"Yeah, Tony sent me to find you two," Sam mentioned. "We've got the makings of a plan, and he wants to run it by everyone. Make sure it's airtight, no margin for error."

"Are you sure he even wants me there? I mean, with all of the field experience I don't have, I'd be surprised if he accepts any feedback I'd give," you grumbled.

Sam gave you a slightly exasperated look. "Come on, just hear him out. At least he's willing to discuss your idea, instead of going in all guns blazin' like he wanted to do before," Sam gently chided.

"I'm sorry, Sam. You're right. Let's go back to the conference room and see what Tony has to say. You with us, Loki?" you asked as you moved towards the door.

"Right behind you, darling," he replied.

The three of you returned to the conference room, where Tony revealed the plan to rescue Ryan and Bucky. Every so often, someone brought up a point that hadn't been considered, then everyone would discuss how to handle it. Finally, a formal battle plan had been devised, with a departure time decided to be three days from now.

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It was 2:37am on the day of the mission to rescue Bucky and you couldn't sleep. You decided to run through your mission prep list in your head. You had a bag with weapons sitting on the floor next to the bed, which Natasha had helped you pack yesterday. Another go-bag with a change of clothes, toiletries and other necessities was leaning against the weapons duffel.

A tactical suit was hanging on the back of your closet door, waiting for you to slip it on. At the moment, though, you found comfort in wearing Bucky's red Henley. The cuffs covered your hands like mittens, and you had on a pair of black sleep shorts underneath. You were sitting cross-legged on the bed, leaning your back against the headboard, thinking.

"Mrowr" you heard, followed immediately by the appearance of your snowy-white feline. She placed both front paws on your knees and gazed longingly at you. With a chuckle, you reached over and pulled her fully into your lap, scratching under her chin and feeling the vibrations from her purrs.

"What am I going to do with you, hmm?" you mused. "Now, listen. Peter promised he would take really good care of you while everyone is gone, but you still have to behave. You know that what I'm doing is important, otherwise I wouldn't be leaving you for someone else to look after. I'll be back before you know it," you affirmed. You weren't sure who you were trying to convince more, though, Alpine or yourself.

Your best hope is for everything to go according to plan, and that you quickly find Ryan and Bucky unharmed. However, you also remembered hearing enough tales of past missions to know that things rarely went that way. That's why you kept your back-up plan to yourself and promised that you would only use it as a last resort.

A soft knock at your door sounded and was followed by Natasha slipping in then re-closing the door behind her. She walked over to where you were sitting on the bed and climbed up to sit next to you. "So, first op. Are you nervous?" she asked.

You nodded, then turned to face the super-spy and former assassin. "I mean, I'd be dumb not to be nervous, but I know this is something I have to do. I can't let Zalinsky do to James what he's done to me," you replied. Staring at your hands, you added, "I really don't know how you all do this, time after time. I hope you know, you all have my deep and undying respect for doing it."

Nat threw her arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. "And it's okay that you're feeling this way. Hell, I'd be afraid if you weren't feeling at least something about it. Just remember your training, and also who and what you're doing this for. You'll be all right, and the team has your back," she remarked.

"Thanks, Nat," you choked out. "I appreciate everyone's help in getting me this far. I won't let you down." You took a deep breath and asked, "It's time, right?" you inquired.

Natasha nodded, then hopped off the bed and walked around to your side. You had climbed down and were readjusting the pillows when she reached you. "Let's go get your boyfriend back, hmm?" she grinned.

She waited while you changed into your tac suit, then you linked arms with hers and walked towards the door. Natasha picked up the weapons bag at the door, then you picked up the other one. The two of you headed towards the hangar, each step increasing the butterflies in your stomach. Once you reached the quinjet, you and Natasha handed the bags to Steve, who was meticulously stacking the incoming cargo. He paused long enough to give you a hug and mumble some words of encouragement.

When Steve pulled back, he asked, "I'm just helping load up, but I'll be back here, with the COMMs team. You ready for this, Sunshine?"

All noise in the quinjet came to an abrupt halt and it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. "'M ready, Cap. Before we take off, I want to say 'thank you' to all of you. I couldn't do this without you," you replied.

"Especially me, since it's my aircraft we're using," Tony smirked. "Strap in everyone, so we can get this show on the road." Each team member did as he asked and you felt the aircraft lift off the ground and head towards its destination.

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Zalinsky entered the control room and examined the current footage from each camera. There were cameras pointed down hallways, at each exit and especially in the prison block. His eyes landed on the monitor for the interior of Ryan and Bucky's cell. A sinister smile formed on his face as he silently observed. Ryan was pacing the room as usual, while Bucky sat on his cot watching, but with no expression on his face.

"Oh, Soldat. Soon it will be your turn to participate in my glorious experiment. I'm excited to see how your serum-filled body will react to the medication," Zalinsky grinned.

"Doctor, he's just....sitting there. That's pretty much all he's done since we locked them in their cell. What if he doesn't react?" the technician asked.

"The mind powers of the Soldat are considerable. Probably more so, the longer he's been 'decommissioned'," Zalinsky spat out the last word. "It will be interesting to see how long it takes to break him. Especially when I mention Solnyshka," he remarked darkly.

As the men stared at the bank of monitors, they noticed that one by one, the screens were showing static then going dark. "What is happening?!?" Zalinsky thundered. His face paled when he saw your face on one of the hallway cameras. You looked directly into the camera and gave him a one-fingered salute just before it cut off.

"I don't know, Doctor," the technician frantically responded. He fiddled with the knobs and switches, desperately trying to restore video communication.

Zalinsky huffed in exasperation at the technician's inability to fix the problem at hand, and stormed down the hall. Soon he was in front of the door for Ryan and Bucky's cell. Zalinsky barked at the man guarding the door, ordering for it to be unlocked. Zalinsky took a deep breath to try and regain his composure, before barging into the cell.

"Well, well, Soldat. It appears that your friends are here to rescue you, and they brought me a gift. One of my former test subjects, your girlfriend, has broken into my base. I'm sure they think I'll just let you waltz out of there with them. Not a chance, Soldat," Zalinsky sneered.

Bucky remained seated on his cot, trying to look unaffected, but inside his heart was racing. Is he lying?? Or were you really here? he thought. Part of him knew this was no place for you, while another part of him couldn't wait to see you, hold you in his arms. That would have to wait until everyone was safe and on the way back to the compound. Bucky shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replied nonchalantly, his eyes never wavering from Zalinsky's glare.

Zalinsky snapped his fingers at his guards, then gestured for them to grab Ryan and Bucky and take them to the lab. Bucky had yet to see the lab, but given his past experience, it wasn't anywhere on his top 10 list of places to visit. Zalinsky's guards gripped Ryan's and Bucky's arms and marched them down the hallway to the lab, with the scientist following behind.

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As soon as you knew the cameras were down, you made your way down the corridor. Natasha led, followed by Wanda, you, then Loki. That left Tony, Sam and Thor outside to keep a path clear back to the quinjet. The COMMs team back in the compound told you that Zalinsky was on the move with Ryan and Bucky, and they were headed for the lab. You asked for directions to the area, with the intention of intercepting them.

>>>

The guards continued to lead Ryan and Bucky towards the lab. They stopped every once in a while, hearing the sounds of gunfire, from both inside and outside of the base. Bucky caught Ryan's eye and sent him a look that said the team was here, and that they would be rescued. In return, Ryan gave him a quick nod as the men continued to be shuffled to the lab.

>>>

When you came to a T-intersection of hallways, you heard the ramblings of Dr. Zalinsky. You could feel the slow burn of a pain in your head at just hearing his voice. Taking deep breaths, you tried to push the pain out of your mind, using some of what Wanda and Loki had taught you. The pain seemed to subside for the moment, allowing for a little easier breathing.

"We must be....near the....lab," you whispered, still fighting through the pain. COMMs confirmed your assessment, saying Ryan and Bucky had just entered the room. They were still each being held by Zalinsky's guards, while the doctor considered his next move. "I'm going in," you declared, as you tried to move past Wanda.

Loki grabbed your arm and pulled you back. "Don't be stupid," he hissed. "We can't protect you if you go in there alone with four guards and a deranged scientist," he pointed out.

"Hold on, let me think," you murmured. A shot whizzed past your head, embedding the round into the concrete wall in front of you. Shouting from behind you brought your attention to the group of HYDRA soldiers who had stumbled upon your position.

>>>

"Strap these two into the chairs while I prepare the solution," Zalinsky ordered. "Then go outside and see what the commotion is. Eliminate the threat, or I will eliminate you," he declared ominously.

The guards did as they were told, then ran out of the room. "Soon, Soldat. In just a few moments, you will be taking part in my greatest experiment. Once it is perfected, I will not hesitate to unleash it on the world," Zalinsky smirked. "Don't worry, your sacrifice will be duly noted in my files," he added.

>>>

Outside the lab doors, Natasha and Wanda had taken on Zalinsky's personal guards. Natasha delivered blow after blow, kicking and punching one guard until he lost consciousness. On the other guard, she swept his legs out from under him. When he fell, she managed to wrap her legs around his neck and squeezed until he was knocked out as well.

As Wanda faced off against her assailants, bundles of red energy crackled in her hands. She kept them by her sides until they moved close enough, then she let them go. The men were sent flying down the hall, colliding with the other HYDRA agents who had found your team. A couple of them managed to get a shot or two off, but Wanda easily blocked the rounds with her energy bubble.

While the others were occupied, you took the opportunity to slip into the lab so you could free Ryan and Bucky. Ducking bullets as you went, you briefly caught Natasha's eye when you rounded the corner. She gave you a quick nod before returning her attention to taking down the guard in front of her.

"James!" you exclaimed. You raced over to the contraption he was strapped into and frantically unbuckled the restraints. As soon as he was free, he swept you into his arms and engulfed you in a fierce embrace. You nearly melted at the feel of him finally in your arms, and Bucky was more than happy to hold your body against his.

Bucky pulled back a little then cradled your face in both of his hands and pulled you towards him. "Oh, sweetheart, what are you doing here?!? You should be back at the Tower, where it's safe! What were you thinking?!?" His fear and scolding quickly gave way to words of love, all delivered between fervent kisses. "I never thought I'd see you again, baby. I'm never letting you go again, my love, you belong with me."

"I'm sorry, James. I know you don't want me anywhere near here, but I couldn't let them do this to you. I had to help you, and I hope you can forgive me," you pleaded.

"No apologies needed, doll, and you are completely forgiven," Bucky replied. He pulled you in for one long, passionate kiss that he hoped conveyed how much he missed you.

The sound of someone slowly clapping hands in the background interrupted your reunion with Bucky. "Isn't this cozy, the Soldat and his Solnyshka," Zalinsky taunted. "You shouldn't have come back, my dear. Now I get to finish what I started with you," he threatened.

Before you or Bucky could respond, Loki appeared in the doorway, followed by Natasha and Wanda. The corridors were quiet, so you knew they had neutralized the threat. Now it was a matter of removing Ryan's restraints and making your way back to the safety of the quinjet.

"Looks like I have quite a few new test subjects. No matter, everyone can have a turn, but Solnyshka is first. She will be my greatest triumph," Zalinsky smirked as he drew a syringe from a pocket in his lab coat.

Instinctively, you stepped closer to Bucky's side, and in response he tightened his right arm around your shoulder. While you tried to think of a way to get to Ryan without causing harm to yourself or anyone else, you noticed a green mist appear at Zalinsky's feet. You watched as the green mist formed itself into a snake that began to coil its way around Zalinsky's body.

Zalinsky began to laugh despite his inability to move his feet. "Your pitiful attempts at magic do not scare me," he scoffed. After his outburst, a red mist appeared at his feet, also forming itself into a snake. It coiled around him in the opposite direction, then both snakes squeezed.

With Zalinsky's arms pinned next to his body, it was impossible for him to move, and he was forced to drop the syringe. The object shattered and the liquid created a puddle on the cement floor.

The two snake heads each bared their fangs and took turns snapping their jaws at Zalinsky. Each time, they came close to biting him, only for them to pull back at the last minute. You could see the fear in his eyes, despite his attempts to keep it from showing.

While the snakes were toying with Zalinsky, Natasha quickly released Ryan from his restraints. As soon as he was freed, he bolted out of the chair, then Natasha ushered him out the door. The two of them, plus Loki and Wanda started running for the exit. You and Bucky followed, his hand in yours as you both ran along the corridor towards your escape. "How long will the magic last?" you called.

"Hopefully long enough for us to get to the exit," Loki answered over his shoulder, to which Wanda nodded.

In your ear, you heard Tony tell Thor to fire up the quinjet so that it was ready to go once everyone was inside. He and Sam were waiting by the exit in case anyone was injured and needed to be airlifted to the jet.

You felt a shot whiz by your head, while another grazed your right arm, causing you to cry out in pain. Bucky's attention shifted to you, trying to figure out where you'd been hit. "It's okay, James, just grazed my arm," you gritted out. Blood started to drip down from the gash in your upper arm.

"FOOLS!! Did you think your magic was enough to stop me!!" Zalinsky roared as he released another round from his weapon. This time, you were hit in the back, just to the side of your right shoulder blade. You dropped to the floor from the force of the impact, which pulled on Bucky's hand and he could tell that this was more than a graze.

"Come on, sweetheart, we're almost there," Bucky coaxed, trying to help you up. You got to your feet and tried to run again, but the pain was too intense and you fell to your knees. Without a second thought, Bucky scooped you up into his arms and cradled you against his body. He took off at a run and quickly covered the now-short distance to the door leading to the outside world.

Once everyone was through the door, Bucky passed you off to Sam, who flew you to where the jet was ready and waiting. Bucky closed the giant, thick steel door with his super strength before Zalinsky could follow. With a blast from his Iron Man gauntlet, Tony melted the lock and fried any circuit boards contained within it, which kept Zalinsky from reopening the door.

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With everyone on board and accounted for, Tony worked the controls and the quinjet lifted off. Instead of turning back towards the compound, he maneuvered the aircraft so it was pointed at the base. He locked in a set of coordinates that were then fed to the missiles.

"Bit of unfinished business, if you don't mind," Tony explained with a smirk. He pressed the button on the control panel, which unleashed the missiles. Soon the HYDRA base became an enormous fireball, and when that cleared, all that could be seen was a pile of smoking concrete. He used the thermal recognition setting in his helmet to scan the area for survivors. When none were detected, Tony set course back to the Tower in New York.

As soon as Bucky was on board, he immediately made a beeline for you, where your wounds were being tended. The bullet graze on your arm was already cleaned up and bandaged by the time he got there. You were sitting sideways in a chair while the on-board medic was putting in the stitches on your shoulder wound.

Bucky pulled up a chair to sit on your left side, taking your hand in both of his. He pressed a lingering kiss to your left temple and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, the scent of your strawberry shampoo invading his senses. "Sweetheart, I missed you so much," he murmured against your skin.

Tears began prickling your eyes before you responded, but had yet to fall. "I missed you too, James. I'm sorry for what happened that day before your mission. I should've waited to--" you started to say, but were interrupted.

"Baby, no. Listen, I handled that all wrong. I should've listened first and been more supportive of you wanting to help the team. You're smart, and I know you'll be great at COMMs, because you can do just about anything you set your mind to, darlin'. Besides, if I have to have anyone's voice in my ear, bossin' me around, I'd pick yours every time," he grinned and waggled his eyebrows.

You giggled at his comment about 'bossing him around'. "Thank you, James," you replied, your voice thick with emotion. The medic had already finished with your stitches and cleaned up the area.

As you looked around, the events of the day finally started to sink in. Bullets zinging in your direction. Getting shot twice. Sneaking down corridors of an enemy base, hoping to not get caught. Successfully rescuing your boyfriend. Tears were streaming down your face, but you didn't realize it until you saw Bucky's smile falter and he reached to brush them away.

"Solnyshka, what's wrong? Why the tears, my love?" Bucky asked as he carefully drew you into his arms. You pressed your ear to his chest so that you could hear his heartbeat, which provided some comfort to you. Bucky's whiskers tickled your scalp as he dropped kisses to the top of your head.

You lifted your head from his chest and tilted back a little so that you could lock onto his beautiful but troubled baby blues. "I'm okay. I think it took until now for everything to catch up to me," you chuckled nervously.

Bucky breathed a visible sigh of relief. "Well, once we get back to the Tower, we'll get cleaned up and change into comfy clothes. Then I'm going to hold you in my arms and never let go," he declared.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," you whispered. "Um, there was something else, though. Something that's been on my mind a lot lately, James," you remarked.

"And what's that, sweet girl? Whatever it is, you know that you can tell me anything," he reminded you.

You nodded and took a deep breath before responding. "I....I love you, James. I can't believe it's taken me this long to tell you, because I've known it for a long time. And I'm not just saying it--" your speech was halted by Bucky's index finger on your lips.

"Darlin', love of mine, I love you too. I meant it when I told Zalinsky I would take your place, that I wouldn't let him harm the woman I love," Bucky explained. He tenderly grazed your cheeks with the back of his knuckles and gave you a small smile. Then he slid his hand around the back of your head and pulled you closer to him.

The brush of his lips against yours was tentative, almost like his apology for what happened between you before the mission. You showed him your acceptance by cradling his face in your left hand, caressing his scruffy cheek with your thumb before deepening the kiss in return. As his silky, plump lips moved in tandem with yours, his hands drifted down to your hips, pulling you closer.

When the kiss was broken, Bucky rested his forehead against yours, both of you panting heavily, trying to catch your breath. "I love you so much, doll. My heart is yours for the taking, although you've always had it, since the moment I met you," he smiled softly.

"You mean that day I was reading on my lunch break? I remember you startled me when you sneaked into my office," you teased. "Was that the moment? Or was it when you caught me 'dancing while filing'?" You smiled as your index finger delicately traced the sharp edge of his jawline while you waited for his response.

"All of it, sweetheart. Those certainly were some good moments, though," he chuckled. "You've always been that ray of sunshine I've needed in my life. That's why I call you my solnyshka," Bucky whispered.

You could feel the tears springing to your eyes at his heartfelt confession. Then you curled your hand around the back of Bucky's neck to tug him forward. "I love you so much, James," you replied with a watery smile and surged forward to meet his lips in a fiery kiss.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

When Steve got the notification, he rushed down to the hangar to greet the team. He greeted everyone with a handshake, high-five, or, in Tony's case, a quick nod as they disembarked. Bucky walked down the ramp with his arm around you and your bags in his left hand. You had your arm slung around his waist to keep close to him. Every few steps, Bucky would pause briefly to kiss you, and you couldn't help but grace him with a beaming smile.

Bucky eventually met Steve where he was waiting for the two of you. Steve crossed his arms over his chest and tried to look stern, but it was difficult in front of you and his best friend. You could see the corners of Steve's mouth trying not to twitch upwards in a smile.

Steve broke the stalemate first. "Buck," he remarked.

Bucky set down your bags and crossed his arms to mirror Steve's stance. "Stevie," he replied.

Steve's eyes flicked over to you. "Captain Rogers," you murmured.

By now, Steve was really having a tough time keeping a straight face. "Sunshine," he responded. That was all it took for the three of you to break out into laughter and take turns hugging Steve. "You doing okay? Heard you got injured, kid," he inquired.

"I'm all right, Cap. Got patched up on the way home, and James hasn't let me out of his sight since he got onboard the jet," you answered, then slipped your arm back around Bucky's waist.

"No way, doll. Hey, Stevie, I've got some makin' up to do with my girl, so if you don't mind," Bucky hinted.

"Get outta here, you two," Steve chuckled. He gave Bucky one last "welcome home" hug and you walked with Bucky to your shared room.

Right when you entered the room, a ball of white fur nearly tackled you and started rubbing up against your legs. "Well hello, pretty girl! It's so good to see you, did you behave for Peter while I was gone?" All answers to your questions resulted in loud purring coming from said feline, who was indeed happy to see you.

"Um, doll? Not to ask a dumb question, but when did we get a cat?" Bucky asked.

You grinned and motioned for him to sit beside you on the bed. Once he was seated, you explained how you found Alpine in the bushes outside of the Tower. You could see she was hurt, so you brought her inside.

"She told me her name, and that's how I found out what my powers were. I can communicate with animals and other creatures, as well as heal them. When I found her, Alpine had hurt her right front paw in some sort of alleyway scuffle. I treated her injury, and she's been my comfort while you were gone," you relayed softly.

As if on cue, Alpine leaped up on the bed so she could evaluate the newcomer, Bucky. If he was going to steal you away from her, Alpine wanted to check him out for herself. She placed her two front paws on his thigh and nuzzled at his hands in his lap. Bucky turned his right hand so it was palm up, so Alpine took the opportunity to sniff his hand. She stretched towards Bucky, still sniffing the air, then showed her approval by rubbing her face on his stubbled cheek.

Bucky laughed softly and started running his hand over her thick, white fur. "I guess that means she likes me, huh?" he asked.

"Of course she does, James. Besides, what's not to like, hmm?" you countered, then leaned your head on his shoulder. "I love you, James," you remarked.

"I love you too, Doll," he replied.

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Six months later

"Has anyone seen James?" you asked. You had looked everywhere for him--the conference rooms, the gym, and you even had someone check the men's locker room. Now you were in the kitchen, asking if anyone knew the location of your wayward boyfriend. Everyone glanced around, knowing exactly where he was, but not being able to tell you. Not yet, anyway.

"Ooh! Have you checked your room yet?" Peter interjected.

"Not yet, Peter. Thank you, I'll check there," you answered. You left the kitchen and when you entered your room, there was a large white box with a red ribbon around it. A card was on top of the box, tented so that it stood upright. On the card were the words: "Meet me at 7:00pm in our favorite place to escape from everybody."

You searched your mind to think of the place Bucky was referring to, but when it clicked, you couldn't help but smile. When you opened the box, there was another card on top of something wrapped in tissue paper. It said, "Wear Me."

After you unwrapped the item, you pulled out a blue chiffon V-neck swing dress. It had short sleeves and wavy sequined lines running throughout the fabric, down to the knee-length hem. When you walked over to the mirror and held the dress up to your body, you couldn't wait to see it on yourself for real.

A quick glance at the clock showed it was 6:15pm, and you realized there wasn't much time to get ready. No way did you want to be late to meet Bucky, so you carefully laid the dress over the box and hurried to the bathroom to shower.

Thirty minutes later, and you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup and hair, both of which you kept simple. Just as you were ready to put on the dress, you heard a knock at your door. It was Wanda, and she asked to help you with the zipper. You suspected she had some idea of what Bucky was up to, but she refused to divulge any information.

Another knock at your door revealed Steve, who stated it was his duty to escort you to meet Bucky. As with Wanda, you figured he was part of the overall plan, but probably wouldn't tell you anything either. So you slipped your hand into the crook of his arm, and headed for the elevators.

Once you reached the rooftop, you were amazed at the sight in front of you. Off to one side was a small table with two chairs, a bouquet of assorted flowers in the center of the table. Twinkling fairy lights were strung together to create a canopy above the table. An ice bucket on a stand was waiting next to the table, the neck of a bottle sticking out of the top.

It was almost perfect. Almost. The only missing piece was Bucky, and he was nowhere to be seen, at least not at first. You walked to the railing on the roof and stared out across the city. So many lights filled the sky and so many sounds filled the air that you missed hearing Bucky's footsteps behind you.

"Good evening, my love," his rich baritone voice rumbled. You whirled around and when you saw Bucky, your breath was nearly stolen out of your chest. He was wearing black dress pants and a black jacket, with a white button-down shirt underneath. No tie, because the top two buttons were not fastened, giving you a glimpse of his broad chest. He was lazily holding a long-stemmed red rose and showed a gentle smile on his face.

"Whoa," you whispered, your feet taking slow, measured steps towards Bucky. "I knew I was dating a super soldier. Didn't know you were also a supermodel. You look handsome, James," you breathed.

"Awww, sweetheart. Wait, do I?" he asked while you nodded and walked towards him. "That's nothing compared to you, sweetheart. You look absolutely stunning, my darling," Bucky affirmed.

"Thank you," you murmured as your eyes roamed the setting Bucky had created on the rooftop. "You really did a wonderful job decorating up here. But I don't think it's our anniversary, and I know it's not my birthday. Am I missing something, James?" you asked.

Bucky picked up your left hand and cradled it gently in his vibranium one, then dropped to one knee before you. "My sweet solnyshka," he rasped. He cleared his throat before trying again. "Ever since we met, I knew you were going to be an important part of my life. And I was right, because you are exactly what I need and definitely more than what I deserve.

"You are everything to me. You are my best friend, my lover, my sunshine in what was such a dark world for me. The only thing that's missing is this," Bucky paused a moment to dig into his pocket with his right hand to produce a small, black box.

With shaking fingers, Bucky opened the box in your direction. Nestled inside the velvet cushion was a ring with an oval-shaped diamond and sapphire accent stones. The white gold band had elegant scroll work engraved on the top half of the band. "Oh, James. It's beautiful," you remarked in a voice thick with emotion.

Bucky reached inside and plucked the ring from its box and held it out to you. "I know that I have a lot of history that comes with me, and I can't promise we will always be free of danger. But as long as we're together, we can get through anything. Will you marry me?" he asked.

By this time, tears are streaming down your face, but they are tears of joy. "Yes, James, I will absolutely marry you," you exclaimed as you flung your arms around his neck.

Bucky wound his arms around you, holding you to his chest as he stood. After a long passionate kiss that took your breath away, he set you on your feet. The ring was still in his right hand, his left one holding yours steady while he slid the ring on your finger. Bucky raised your left hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. "I am so in love with you," he declared.

"I am so in love with you, too. Kinda great that it works out that way, huh? Because you're stuck with me for life," you chuckled lightly.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, my love," Bucky replied as he rested his forehead on yours. "I love you, future Mrs. Barnes."

"And I love you, Mr. Barnes," you responded.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A month later, Natasha and Wanda were in your room, helping you decide on bridesmaid dresses. You were laughing with the girls at some of the more ridiculous dress styles, assuring them that you would never make them wear something like that. Bucky and Steve were down in the lobby, holding a small press conference, when FRIDAY broke through on the intercom.

"Excuse me, miss, but there are two visitors waiting in the lobby at Security for you. They are quite insistent and are refusing to leave until they see you," the AI relayed.

You looked at Nat and Wanda in confusion, because you had no idea who would be visiting you at the Tower. "I'll be right back," you remarked absently. You got up from your bed and slipped on your shoes, with your friends hot on your heels.

"Who do you think it is?" Wanda asked.

"I have no idea, Wanda. My parents are gone, no siblings, and the only friends I have are all here, in the Tower. Guess I'll find out in a few minutes, though," you shrugged.

The elevator doors opened and the three of you exited towards the lobby. You were all laughing at something one of you said on the way down about ideas for a bachelorette party. After turning the corner, Nat assured you, "Don't worry, if it's trouble, we've got your back."

You caught a glimpse of flannel, bringing you to a complete stop in your tracks. "No....," you whispered. Wanda and Natasha looked at each other and shrugged, neither knowing what to make of your reaction. "Oh, it's trouble, Nat," you growled then resumed your path to Security. Your friends followed for your protection and out of sheer curiosity.

With arms folded across your chest and fire in your eyes, you addressed your visitors. "What the hell are you doing here, Winchester?!?"

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine

[whichcouldmeannothing]

white horse

this is basically me testing the waters writing for hilson. for this plot btw if i get two likes i write it

summary: house isn't an angel. but when he's sent to check up on a man who dealt with the devil, he wishes that there was an ounce of goodness left in him to know what deal james wilson made, and whether he can save him from it.

James Evan Wilson is the most normal man on the planet.

He’s the Head of Oncology at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. He’s peaking over the hill, with thinning hair and the body type of someone whose main exercise is the walk from their apartment to their car. He smiles at people enough, and he seems to care for his patients more than the Socratic Oath requires. He’s just some guy. 

Wilson’s thirty-nine the year he meets him, but he no longer checks years. His human form feels unfamiliar to him, after a long hiatus. The cane helps of course, and the fact that his face still repels people from approaching him is definitely a comfort. Magic has helped establish him in the hospital, so no one thinks of him as a stranger. Which is good. 

It is not good, however, when he is relegated to the clinic. It takes prime time away from stalking Wilson, and he grumbles and snarls his way through the patients. Most of the patients walk away threatening to sue the hospital, but really, what can they do?

Until his job is finished with James Wilson, he cannot be fired or removed from the hospital. His whole purpose is to monitor him. This is why when his dreaded two hours in the clinic are over, he makes a beeline to the oncology department. 

But serendipitously, he runs into the man. More like narrowly avoids crashing into. 

Wilson grabs his shoulder. His hand is warm. “You okay?”

“Peachy,” He shifts away from the man. He smells like cologne, citrus and sandalwood from the drugstore. It dulls the effect and makes him smell more innocent than the scents intend him to be. He leans on his cane. 

“You’re the new diagnostician, right?” He nods. 

“I’m Doctor Wilson, you are-?”

Right, a name. He thinks about it. He is drawing blank. He looks around. Door, lock, keys-

“Doctor House.” It’s horrible, but Wilson takes it. 

“I’m heading off for lunch, I can show you around the hospital, if you want. Maybe introduce you to some people?” He’s memorised the layout of the hospital at this point, and he can know someone’s full name and biggest trauma by looking at them. 

“Sure.” Wilson breaks out into a grin, and House follows. 

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they have destroyed me and also i have more to say about them and yes i am still ins school why am i here i have hw to do anyway

#house md #hilson #james wilson #gregory house #ppth #deity!house #snippet #minnie's minis

[trashywormeateroffics]

The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

Read this on AO3! 

Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveller, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

Notes: Y/N/N= your nick name. 

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 8: Heartache and a chick flick.

A few days had passed since the party and Y/N and Loki continued with their chats. Loki started to appear at the living area and kitchen more often, since Y/N insisted that he was living there too and should be able to walk around freely. If the team thought anything of it, they didn't say. She still couldn't convince him to attend dinner, but he did attend a movie night, even though he stayed in the back, stood up and didn't talk to anyone, but one step at a time was a good philosophy.

At the moment, she was getting into Happy's car, ready to go to 177A Bleecker Street.

“Happy! How's it going?” She asked, chirpy as always.

“Hey kid, good. You?”

“Great!”

“Hmm, sounds like something exciting happened…” He said, eyeing her suspiciously in the rear view mirror.

“Nope! Nothing exciting. I'm just having a good day. How is everything with May?” She asked, changing the subject. Luckily, Happy did not mind talking about May, so he spent the entirety of the ride telling her about a surprise he had for their one month anniversary.

Soon enough, she arrived at the Sanctum. Standing in front of the door she knocked, knowing what would happen. Suddenly, she was pulled inside by a force and was standing in front of Strange's desk.

“Are you ever going to open the door and let me in like a normal person?” She asked, sitting down.

“I don't think so.” He said, shrugging with a smug smile. “Tea?”

“Sure Strangey.” She said, copying his smile.

“I told you not to call me that. I am the Sorcerer Supreme, not a cat.”

“But you are as open and inviting as a cat meeting a stranger for the first time.” He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you say. Shall we start?”

“We shall.”

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Getting back from having the magic session with Strange, Y/N yawned entering the kitchen.

“Magic tire you out?” Natasha asked, brewing herself a tea.

“Kind of, yeah.”

She held up her mug, asking with a lift of her eyebrows if she wanted some. She shook her head.

“Nah, thanks Natty. I'm just going to sleep for a bit before dinner.” The redhead furrowed her eyebrows.

“Are you alright? You seem… down.” Y/N just looked at her hands and nodded unconvincingly. “Y/N/N,” she used the sweet abbreviation of her name she used only when she was being serious and intimate. The first time she called her that, it was three months into living with them and Y/N was a bit sad about her dog, who was in the other universe, god knows where after she disappeared off the face of the earth. Nat had told her that she would convince Tony to get a dog whenever Y/N felt ready to get one, if she ever did. She did also say that she would threaten him if he said no, which led the other one to finally crack a smile and laugh a bit. The redhead got serious after a bit of laughter and had told her “I'm here for you, Y/N/N, we all are.” And since then, that was their secret code for being serious.

“Strange told me that I was probably adopted or something. He's not sure, but he suspects my parents are not my biological parents. Which means that my mom is not… my mom. And my brother and little sister are not actually my brother and sister. And my grandparents…” She stopped. “Not biologically at least.” She said, her voice constricted, but she continued. “Apparently there is a certain spell, a really really strong one, which allows a mother to transfer her child to another womb. It's really complicated magic, so my biological mother must have known or know a lot. Which means that my whole life, just a big lie.”

“Y/N…” Nat said, reaching for her and hugging her tightly. Y/N hugged her back, but refused to cry. She almost never cried about anything anymore. She was fine, she reassured herself all the time. But she didn't cry. They pulled out of the hug a bit to look at the others' faces. “Do you know who she is?”

“No, it took him a bit more than half a year to find an explanation for why I have powers, we still don't know what these powers are, least of all who I inherited them from.”

“I'm sorry ˈzajkə…” Y/N pursed her lips.

“It's not your fault.” Nat nodded.

“I know, but I'm still sorry.”

“Thank you Nat, for everything. Really.” Natasha had truly become a big sister to her and she loved her dearly.

“Of course,” she responded. “Go rest for a bit, if you don't feel like coming to dinner let F.R.I.D.A.Y know and I'll take it to your bedroom.” Y/N hugged her again tightly.

“Okay.” She said, pulling out of the hug and giving her a sad smile before leaving to her room.

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“Brother! Are you joining us for dinner?” Thor asked when the door opened.

“I don’t think so.” Loki answered, annoyed. It wasn't that he was expecting someone else. Not at all.

“Loki, you must at least try to get along with the team.” He said. “And I'm sure Lady Y/N would love to see you there.” The blond Asgardian smiled when his brother coughed nervously, he noticed that his stoic sibling had taken a liking to her midgardian friend, he didn't know what kind of liking, but a liking for sure.

“Why would I care about what she would love?” Loki asked, trying to appear unfazed, but his words felt wrong, perhaps he was starting to care a little. Thor just looked at him with his eyebrows raised and he sighed, closing the door behind him.

Entering the dining room, Loki noticed that Y/N wasn't there.

“Where is Lady Y/N?” Thor asked.

“She's not feeling very well, I'm taking her dinner to her room.” The widow spoke.

“Why doesn't Loki take it to her?” His brother asked, and Natasha, having noticed the flourishing friendship between the two, just looked at him with a questioning brow, and the raven haired god nodded curtly.

Standing outside of her room, he suddenly felt naked, as if he had no armour around him, metaphorically, of course, because literally, he also did not have an armour. He knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Her melodic voice sang. He entered the room and saw her sitting in her bed, covered in blankets with the remote in her hand.

“The spy asked me to bring you your dinner.” He lied.

“And you said yes?” He looked like a deer caught in headlights, which made her laugh. “Loki! Relax! I was joking!”

“Right,” he stuttered out.

“Come, sit.” She patted the spot next to her in the bed. He did and put the tray in front of her. “I was about to watch a movie.”

“Which one? Don't tell me it's that movie with that man in those awful shorts.” Y/N laughed.

On the one movie night he decided to attend, Tony had no better idea than to put “Jack and Jill”, since Cap hadn't watched it, and Loki hated it. Of course he did. Y/N hated it too.

“There are more movies than that, Lokes.” She said, smiling brightly. She had started to call him that a few days ago, at first he thought it was dreadful, but he then understood that it was in endearment; so he had grown fond of it.

“Like what?” He asked, rolling his eyes.

“So many, you have romantic comedies, just romantic or just comedic, there are horror movies, plain sad movies, and the list goes on…” She explained. “But today I wanted to watch a chick flick, something lighthearted.”

“A chick flick?”

“It's kind of a derogatory name to call films that appeal to young women, but we own it now, so screw them.” He nodded, a bit confused. “I know! We're watching She's the man. It's inspired by a Shakespeare play, Twelfth night.”

“We're?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Yes, do you have something better to do, Your Highness?” She asked mockingly and for the tenth time since he came into her room, he rolled his eyes. “Didn't think so.”

She clicked a few buttons on the remote and suddenly a very loud movie started. Loki was immediately entranced by it and so he settled more comfortably on the bed. Y/N, sitting with her legs crossed and tucked under the blanket, cut the tuna sandwich in half and held it up for him to grab while the beginning credits rolled. He looked at her confused, but she wasn't looking at him, as if offering him half of her sandwich was the most normal and daily thing in the universe. Until Loki grabbed his half of the sandwich she didn't put her hand down, smiling to herself when she did.

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The movie ended and both of them had gotten more comfortable during it. Not touching the other, of course, but close. Y/N paused on the ending credits.

“So?”

“So?” He repeated.

“What did you think?” He shrugged. “Loki, you did not take your eyes off the screen. You loved it.”

“Love is an exaggeration-”

“Fine,” she sighed. “You didn't feel like vomiting your guts out while you were watching it.” He laughed at her antiques.

“No, I did not.” He conceded.

“I knew it, you loved it.” She sang and he let out an exasperated sigh. “Loki?” Her voice sobered up.

“Yes?”

“You know a lot about magic right?”

“A bit more than most, yes. Why?” He eyed her suspiciously.

“Just curious.” She responded, shrugging.

“Y/N,” he said sternly, he knew that it was more than that.

“Fine,” she sighed. “You are my friend, I can tell you this.” She said more to herself than him, but he still heard it and stilled for the long awaited pronunciation of that word. But he didn't say anything, he didn't want to make this all about him. “Today I went to Strange's sanctum, you know him, he made you fall for thirty minutes!” She said, imitating Loki's line in “Thor: Ragnarok'' and he nodded, pleased at the idea of her watching that scene and laughing and in turn, memorizing it. “So, he's been trying to figure out where my powers came from, since we figured out I had them since birth. Today he told me that he suspects my biological mother, because apparently I can't be the daughter of two not-magical beings, did some sort of really complicated spell to transfer me into my mom's womb.”

“And you want to know if it's possible?” He said knowingly and she nodded, pursing her lips. “It is. It is a very complicated spell, but it is possible.”

“Oh.” She responded simply.

“Does Strange,” he spit out the name with disgust, “know what kind of magic you possess?”

“He doesn't let me use it a lot, actually. Ever since we started he only let me lift a hair pin or pencil in the air and just gave me a lot of books to read. So no.”

“That is not the way one must learn magic,” he paused. “I shall teach you then.” He said, resolved, and she looked at him frowning. “If you want, that is.” Her face broke out into a huge grin.

“I'd love for you to teach me!” He chuckled at her excitement. “But you don't mind? Also we may have to lie. If the team doesn't give us permission to train.”

“Would you lie to them?”

“Normally no, but we all have our little moments of mischief, Lokes.” He laughed and shook his head.

“Then it is settled, we'll start the day after tomorrow, since tomorrow we are asking for permission.” He said, smirking.

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#loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki x yn #Loki Laufeyson x reader #Loki Laufeyson #loki fanfiction #loki #avengers #the avengers x reader #mcu #mcu x reader

[robertseanleonardthinker]

i am so normal about james wilson. completely normal. i am so completely and totally normal when i see dr james wilson.

#i start foaming at the mouth instantly #house #house md #james wilson #i want to put him in a jar and keep him on my shelf and look at him #so normal

[kxokiemonster]

Also it may be because my brain is practically infected with jegulus but I am rewatching House MD and??? (ignore the queerbating for a moment) House and Wilson are Regulus and James variants???

House and Regulus: family issues, don't talk about their problems because they are not good at feelings, the moody one, they sabotage themselves because they don't know how to be happy, SARCASM, try to ran from making connections with people because they were hurt in the past, can and will bend laws if it's necessary, have a lot of rules but will break them for their loved ones.

Wilson and James: the I Can Fix Him, the sunshine one, they love to pretend they are okay when in reality they have issues but they don't consider them important enough because its their issues, they are normally really sweet but won't stop themselves from saying some nasty truths to others' faces when angry, trust in people too fast.

Maybe that's why I'm so in love with both Wilson and James.

#jegulus #hilson #regulus black #james potter #james wilson #gregory house #marauders era #marauders #house md #house x wilson #james x regulus