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yibohei · 5 years

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the winter soldier and the lawless lawyer: chapter 1

bucky barnes x f!reader

warning: some swear words!

word count: 1423

a/n: the first chapter! exams are coming up so there might be a little delay, but after that, it’s every monday or tuesday that i update the chapters! enjoy :)

MASTERLIST

prologue | chapter 2

chapter 1:

life’s not easy when you’re an ex assassin for HYDRA.

bucky woke up in his bed. he has found refuge in the avengers compound. he was surprisingly taken in by tony stark, despite him killing his parents, as the winter soldier.

the memories and the pain was killing him. it wasn’t happening anymore. but it was still there, a poison in his system, waiting to kill him at any given moment.

he sat up, and with his elbows on his thighs, he ran his metal fingers through his warm brown hair.

“another day, another mission.” he sighed.

and as if steve heard him, the captain himself knocked and opened the bedroom door.

“good morning buck. sleep well? surprisingly we don’t have any missions today. we got paperwork to take care of.” he smiled at his best buddy.

bucky looked up and frowned. “paperwork? what for?”

steve shrugged and leaned against the door frame. “tony got a new lawyer for us. i guess all this saving and missions require legal document for the government to keep track of. come on down. she’s here already.” he urged. he exited.

bucky looked at where steve used to be and sighed. he put on a black shirt and grey joggers pants and went down stairs following steve.

what he expected to see was an old woman with a ton of paperwork on her hands.

he didn’t expect to see you. his eyes widened at the sight of you.

he couldn’t believe himself. he was a love struck boy again, like before he went to the army.

he stared at you. you were dressed in a suit and tie with a matching black skirt. you hair was up in a beautifully messy hairdo. your skin was faintly glowing from the light that was seeping through the large windows of the complex. you were definitely a sight to see for bucky.

was it just attraction and infatuation? most likely. this man haven’t had the chance to feel the slightest of human attraction in 70 years, so it’s possibly just human instinct.

you looked up to see the two super soldiers that you were supposed to look after. you smiled warmly at them. you turned to the rest of the avengers, then to tony stark.

“now that everyone’s here, i can finally get to say my psa. my name is (Y/N) iustitia, you may know me as one of the attorneys for the supreme courts of justice of the united states. i’m here today and for the rest of the time i’m employed here because you superheroes need legal help.” you said, with your voice dripped in sarcasm.

tony raised an eyebrow. he seemed suspicious about you. “iustitia, your last name, is the roman goddess of justice. you also share the last name of william iustitia, the leader of the rouge knockoff SHIELD organization, EMPIRE.” he swirled his finger at you. “i don’t think it’s a coincidence that you’re here because you’re related to him some how, because of his death a week ago?” he questioned.

you chuckled. “i do get that a lot mr. stark. but sadly you are incorrect. i built myself upon my own last name. and because i work for the government, i know a lot about SHIELD, EMPIRE, and HYDRA, and the avengers. oh i definitely know that EMPIRE has been thieving from stark industries. and that’s why you dislike mr. william iustitia. but that’s not why i’m here.” you lied to him.

you got in front of tony’s face and sneered. “you don’t think some of the stuff you’re doing is illegal and the government doesn’t know about it? i can gather enough evidence in 5 minutes to bring your little superhero playground to the ground for good. so don’t play with me here, i’m only here because your little band needed a little legal advice. got that stark?” you threatened.

you smiled innocently and faced away from the iron bastard. tony smirked at your newfound straightforwardness.

“and that goes for the rest of you, fighting machines.” you said to the rest of the assembled avengers.

clint looked at nat and you could see she was smirking a lot. bruce started sweating and thor was laughing out loud.

“i like this woman. lady (Y/N) you have my respect.” he said.

“why thank you thor.” you smiled at him.

“now i’m not here to scare you guys, that’s just a threat of what i can do with my power. i’m not kick-asses like all of you guys are so please don’t hurt me.” you joked.

they all laughed with you. but they don’t know that you were lying about the kick-ass part.

you were trained like a SHIELD agent and a HYDRA assassin ever since you were a little girl. you were also captured by HYDRA once, but you managed to escape purely by tactic and luck. you weren’t the strongest person out there like thor or captain america, but you were strong enough to lead an entire organization that was eye to eye on SHIELD and HYDRA.

unbeknownst to you, bucky was in utter shock and awe. surely, times have changed, and he saw how savage and straight forward natasha was, but the confidence you brought out at the moment was a shock. here was a high honoured lawyer face to face with iron man, who had the money and power to put the woman back to the scum of the earth. yet she wasn’t fazed.

“since when were women so straight forward? i’ve seen nat but damn, this woman is on another level.” bucky muttered, watching the scene unfold.

steve glanced at bucky and chuckled quietly. “yeah. it ain’t want it used to be right? women used to be so gentle and let the men do all the toughest things. now it’s equal.”

bucky smiled ever so slightly. “i kinda like it honestly.”

the next hour was pure agony for the avengers. legal documents, paper work, and you constantly discussing the purpose of all of this.

tony and bruce seemed to be in check. nat tried her hardest to listen to you. clint, god knows where he went. thor was knocked out cold. the two super soldiers were sitting on the couch, their eyes threatening to close on them as their brains were asleep.

“she may be cute but she’s hella boring when she’s working.” bucky muttered under his breath.

steve opened one eye and glanced at his friend. “you’re not any different. you barely talk when we’re on missions. i’ve been trying to catch up with you.”

bucky elbowed him. “what’s there to catch up on when i barely remember anything from the past 70 years?” he joked.

“... as stated by the government.” you finished. you glanced up at the bored super soldiers and smirked.

you got up from your desk and walked up to them. bucky looked at you and frowned, concealing what he was actually feeling. steve obviously was grinning.

you put your hand on your hips. “boys, since you two are causing the most damages out of all these avengers...”

“even compared to thor?” steve interrupted, flailing has hands up.

“yes even compared to thor!” you snapped back at the captain. steve let out a small ‘hmph’ and leaned back on the couch. bucky chuckled at the sight.

“...as i was saying, captain america and sergeant barnes, i need you two to be under watch. if you’re going to keep making huge damages every time you guys go on missions, there’s not enough paperwork to keep you guys from going in debt and getting your pass for saving the world revoked. i’m going to send one of my best boys to watch over you two.” you said to the two men.

“but we don’t need a babysitter!!!” steve yelled at you comically.

tony started laughing as soon as you finished. “you two are doing more smashing than the hulk it seems.” he joked.

bruce seemed to appreciate the joke. he laughed so loud. the rest of the avengers joined in as well.

“easy going.” you thought. “i wonder when was the last time i was easy going.”

the phone on your pocket suddenly buzzed. you took it out and looked at what caused the notification.

a text by ji-yong.

“(Y/N). new information. it’s confirmed. it’s two avengers that HYDRA is targeting. i guarantee it’s going to be barnes and rogers. i’m warning you, the HYDRA agent is right under your nose. i don’t know who, i’ll find out soon, but be careful (Y/N). should i go there to help? let me know.”

you sighed. easy going? it was never going to happen, now that this mission is starting to unfold.

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inkstaineddove · 6 years

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Through the Drinking Glass

Pairing: Mentioned AusHun and AuSpa

Characters: France, Prussia, Spain; mentioned Germany, Austria, Hungary

Summary: The Bad Friends Trio have been together through thick and thin, always with a glass of booze between them. A look at their intricate history from the War of Austrian Succession to modern times through the love of bars and pub crawls.

The end of the Wars of Austrian Succession, 1748 A pile of military jackets sat stacked in the middle of a round table. Their intricate designs and cloths were now splattered with a mix of sweat, blood, and beer, emitting a strange odor. None of the parties sitting nearby noticed though. They were too high off of a post-victory sense of euphoria. They were loud and rowdy, disturbing the peace. Of course none of the patrons or the owner had the heart to tell the brave soldiers to quiet themselves down a bit. Not when they were celebrating protecting their respective countries from the threats of the British and Austrian Empires.

There were three that were louder, more uncontrollable than all the others. They were regulars here and everyone knew there was no point in trying to calm them since it would only cause them to get more raucous. The apparent leader’s voice could be heard over all others in the pub. "Al’ight, al’ight." Gilbert stumbled over his words. By now, he was well into his fifteenth drink and was slowly becoming more intoxicated with each sip. He would soon be incapable of stringing even a few words together coherently. "How fuckin' gorgeous was that pussy Austria's face was when he had to accept that Silesia was my bitch?" Despite what he said not being remotely funny, the three men broke out into hysterical laughter. Francis clapped while trying to catch his breath. When he spoke, he didn't sound much better off than the Prussian besides him. "The look on the limey though! That's what he gets for walkin' 'round like he's better than moi! Non - like he's better than us!" The trio roared in laughter again. It was getting to the point where courtesy might have to be forgone. All the other customers were beginning to be disturbed by their antics. Even the bartender was polishing the wood of the counter with a bit too much force and gritted teeth. "Si, si. Mi amigos, that was all great." Antonio was the most sober of them all. He was the last able to speak, not being much of a fan of chugging drinks down one by one. The Spaniard preferred to savor the flavor and bite that each sip contained. "But we're forgetting Hungary's look of shock at how weak her little boy thing actually is." He sighed dramatically while clutching a hand to his chest. "Dios mio, did I try to warn her, but she wouldn't listen. I swear on Isabella's grave." Prussia looked mystified as he did every time Spain alluded to his rulings under the Hapsburgs. "I still don't get how you could've been with him." He smirked, an evil thought coming to mind. "I bet his gay ass loved it. Probably tried grabbing at you all the time." France, on the other hand, was in awe of his green-eyed friend. "How did you manage to get the Pope to approve? I asked him about the possibility of me and Arthur, but he threatened to excommunicate me." All this talk about taboo subjects was the final straw. The owner grabbed all of them by the collar and threw the meddlesome trio out, threatening to call the authorities if they weren't off his property in five minutes. He hollered that they were only permitted to come back if they could wizen up and learn to drink responsibly. They never returned. --- The dissolution of the Holy Roman Empire, 1806 An excited, young Spaniard and his slightly older, obviously amused French friend entered into a familiar pub on the border. Shockingly, it was decently packed for a Wednesday night. It seemed to be that most of the patrons had the mid-week blues. "Mon ami, first rounds on me," France purred, thinking back to the events earlier this week. They flashed through his mind in quick succession causing him to chuckle in satisfaction. "It's been such a splendid week." Spain raised the glass freshly placed in front of him. "You finally stopped that little menace. Who was he anyway? 'Holy' something-or-other, always going after Veneziano." Just then, it began dawning on him who it could've possibly been. His eyes widened in shock and a sense of fear for what would come. "A-Amigo...that wasn't his brother?" Francis shrugged lazily and flipped some stray hair out of his face. "Who even cares anymore?" Cockiness and something darker was etched across every one of his facial features as he raised his glass. "Allies are interchangeable, it's defense against intruders that matters! Big or small, the French empire will defeat them all!" This received loud cheers from about half the room. The other half, the Spanish half, looked bored or threatened by their neighbors. Antonio himself was clearly in the latter category. Ripples of national pride now spread throughout the room, causing the two nations to ignore an ominous presence lurking besides them. As France continued on with how great he was, a scoff from the shadowy figure cut him off. The pair turned and who they saw made their stomachs lurch. An albino with fiery red eyes and a hand twitching towards the hilt of his sword glared at them. "So you think you're some great military force because you killed a little kid?" Prussia spat down at the Frenchman's feet. Spain took a step back. He didn't want to get into this. Not tonight. France instead rose from his seat, never breaking eye contact with his challenger. "I see you're here to avenge that weak brother of yours." He smirked, a thought crossing his mind. "Do you care to learn how he begged and cried for mercy at my hand? Oui, that can be arranged." Gilbert ground his teeth together as his hand wrapped tight around his sword's hilt. "With that attitude, you're just asking for me to senselessly beat you. In the honor of those lost, of course." He drew his sword as the other man in front of him drew his and uttered, "Of course." Just as the Prussian was about to lunge, a strange feeling came over him. He didn't know what exactly it was, but he damn well knew who it was from. The silver-haired man smirked to himself as he put his weapon away, much to the confusion of the opposing forces around him. "Nein. I may have been born to fight, but I'm better than this." He locked eyes with his former friend and winked. "Next time we meet, it'll be on the battle field. Make sure to fight with honor this time around. It's what God would want." The strange nation left as quickly as he came, laughing to himself the whole way home. Not once did he put a thought to what the other two might've gotten from his words. --- After the final battle of the Franco-Prussian War, 1871 Gilbert strutted into his favorite bar and plunked himself right down besides Antonio, who was desperately trying to ignore him. This amused the Prussian greatly. He became giddy, laughing with childlike glee. "Oh! Get over yourself, Toni! Francey-pants knew he had it coming!" Prussia laughed some more and slapped his friend hard on the back. Spain flinched before frowning in displeasure at the situation. This was the second time this century his two best friends were pitting themselves up against each other and, for the second time, he was in between it. Lord have mercy. The brunette sighed in deep dissatisfaction. This was turning out to be one hell of a time period for him. He only hoped the next century would be better for everyone. "Francis is coming here. I just don't want you to bring me back into this unnecessary fight. I love you both, but no amount of cheer up charms can fix this." He swirled his drink around in it's glass and sighed once more. He needed better friends. Prussia gave a dissatisfied grunt before turning his attention to his beer. He angrily thought about how Antonio said he wouldn't pick a side, but it was become more and more apparent that that was truly a bold faced lie. Gilbert was beginning to feel more like a used rag than an actual friend. Just as he talked himself up enough to leave, the last person he wanted to see walked in. The temperature in the room seemed to drop and a steely silence rang throughout. Francis slowly continued forward, never breaking eye contact. "Mon ami, the usual. S'il vous plaît." He lowered himself onto the other seat besides Spain. For someone whose clothing was torn and whose usually silky hair had knots in it, he looked smug. Gilbert sneered as the Frenchman approached. "It sucks when someone takes something of yours, doesn't it Frakreich?" He spat the German version of his former comrades name out. His tone was icy yet his eyes were fire. He made sure to push his coat jacket back so everyone could take note of the gun in his holster. Just so no French bastard would try anything funny. France tried ignoring him, he really did. He was poor and his resources were exhausted. It would be pointless to start another war over this. But getting a gun flashed at him while he was unarmed? That was crossing the line. He smirked, trying to keep his normal air of arrogance around him. "Stealing my land won't make Holy Rome come back to you." Seeing that his words had the desired wounding effect, he turned around and raised his glass. "But take my land, mon ami! The French never forget - go ask the British. We'll just come back for you and hit you with all we've got." Antonio didn't want to be here for this. He quickly paid his tab and rushed to the door. If this was what his friendships were becoming well he...he'd just need to stick with the Italy brothers then and hope to make amends with these two later. He stopped with one hand on the doorknob and looked back at them. "Will this ever end?" The Spaniard sighed before making his leave home. Meanwhile, Gilbert had closed the space between them. The Prussian gripped the other's collar tight, pinned him up against the bar counter with his revolver pressing hard into France’s abdomen. "If I were you, I'd learn some goddamn respect. You're a coward, you're weak. You rival the greatest armies in the world and you've been losing ever since Napoleon got fucked over in Waterloo. You know who did that? Me. Me and England." Prussia pushed the other man away and took a step back. He never lowered his gun. "So, please. Give me your worst. I'm the greatest military in the world. I'll crush you." France was frozen in complete shock. He didn't move when the Prussian left. He didn't move when the door swung shut. And he didn't move once the time it would've taken Gilbert to stalk off a meter away passed. He only moved once one thought kept repeating itself in his head. He would show Prussia who was weak. He would show the whole world what a coward really was. --- Signing on the Treaty of Versailles, 1919 Prussia sat, slumped over across the bar. "Free State of Prussia," he grumbled. "So lame. So unawesome. Just as unawesome as my land being taken away." As soon as the Allies officially released the terms of their peace agreement, he had rushed over here. After all, it seemed more like Germany's problem now than it ever was his. "Stupid Bruder. He took my job." If he hadn't already been hammered, he would've been bothered by France being here. But Antonio had made sure that both of them had gotten nice and tipsy before allowing them to catch sight of one another. Who said the Spaniard wasn't smart? "Ah, mon ami, at least your stupid cousin is away from the girl now." Francis slung his arm over Gilbert's shoulder. He leaned into the German in an attempt to stay upright. "I did you one favor, non?" Spain jumped in. In times of great warfare and destruction like these, even he had to force his trademark smile. "You did us all a favor. Now he can finally get married to that piano he actually loves." For his part, he was still bitter over how little attention he received during his time as a Hapsburg. Some wounds heal slowly. The Prussian nodded his head along to all of this. Was he in control of Germany anymore? No, he was just a German state. But the positive was he still had most of his land and Ludwig let him do whatever. It was a great arrangement, especially adding this on top of Elizaveta being available again. Who knows, the two of them might even restart their hunting trips together. Gilbert looked at France and checked him out. Yes, this new revelation pleased him greatly. So much so that his drunken haze made him almost want to kiss his friend-turned-rival-turned-frenemy right here, right now. He didn't think that would fly though so he went with a very hard pat on the back. "You're a pretty big Arschloch and you've screwed me over for years, but Ich liebe dich." Francis roared in laughter and returned his friend's affections. Antonio watched in a state of shock. This wasn't how he expected everything to go. But who was he to complain? Neither of them were arguing and seemed to actually be much happier than they’d been for the past four years. His smile turned genuine and his laughter joined that of the other two. "Si, I told you two everything thing would turn out alright in the end!" France and the new Free State of Prussia didn't appear to hear him, though it didn't matter. Things were beginning to look up. --- Dissolution of Prussia, 1947 Numb. That was the only feeling to describe it. Gilbert sat in the farthest corner of the bar, staring emptily at the glass of beer shaking in his hand. This was not how his life was supposed to be. This was not how the war was supposed to end. Everything was going to be better for him. Everything was going to be returned to normal. And then he rose up. A warm hatred rose up and bubbled throughout the former nation. Hatred for Austria, for allowing the little cretin to be born and thrive. For allowing him to live long enough to the point where Prussia was forced to feign respect. There was hatred for Germany, his very own brother, for blindly accepting this man's words as fact. For swallowing up any autonomy he had left in the name of ther fatherland. And then, there was a deep sense of loathing for the Allies and the monster himself. How he could envision the little prick with his toothbrush mustache yelling, invading, conquering. He could imagine how tickled the creep would be at him being split apart and thrown to the communist masses. The ruling of the Allies was the worst though. He kept hearing their decision ring loud and clear throughout his head. "Dissolved." Gilbert whispered, not even aware of the fact that Francis had arrived now with Antonio shouting behind him. France stepped up to the table. His head was down and his features were gaunt. He didn't look as ethereal as he normally did. He looked mortal and old, almost haunting. "Prussia, Gilbert." His voice was barely above a whisper. ". I didn't...no one wanted for this to be the final outcome. But you have to understand why-" Gilbert jumped up at this and spat in the Frenchman's direction. "Fuck you. None of this was my fault, yet I bear the repercussions? Nein. Dissolve Germany. I'm just as much a pawn as anyone else was in this God forsaken war." His eyes were cold and he regarded neither of his two companions with any compassion. "Split the nation up and give half to Russia, huh? Make the Russian half mine? Nein. You all knew exactly what you were doing. The crime I'm paying for is unifying all the Germanic states in a way you didn’t approve of and having a superior military back in the day." With a heavy mind and heavier heart, he inched towards the door. He turned back and left them with cruel parting words before leaving into the night. "Never talk to me again, cowards." --- Berlin Wall destroyed, 1989 This might've been the best day of Gilbert's life. He couldn't stop crying and hanging onto Ludwig. He had truly believed for the last twenty-eight years that they would never be reunited. Now here they were, in the heart of Berlin going to a bar they had once frequented together. One surprise along the way was seeing Austria come running down the street, with Hungary a pace or two ahead, looking uncharacteristically thrilled to see him. It killed Gilbert to admit it, but the sight of Roderich was more emotional than he wanted to admit. The party of four entered and Prussia was faced with the biggest surprise of all. Francis and Antonio sat around looking anxious in the middle of the room. The same Francis and Antonio he had told forty-two years prior to get out of his life. Regret and shame instantly pulsated through the man while he cautiously approached the table. "How's my favorite Arschlochs?" He sounded more nervous than he wanted to admit. Prussia hoped they weren't here to dump cold beer on his head and give him the lecture he rightfully deserved. Spain was the first up. He embraced his friend right away, happy tears pouring out of his eyes. "Gilbert! Amigo, you're alive! And you still have all your eyelashes! I thought Ivan would've made them all fall off!" His delirium caused him to ramble. The Spaniard pulled Francis into the embrace, who had been standing around awkwardly before. "Francis, isn't it a miracle? Oh, we were all so worried! Welcome to democracy, my friend!" France didn't start crying till his head was buried in his friends neck. It was silent and would've gone unnoticed had Prussia not felt the way the collar of his shirt now clung to him in certain patches. "Gilbert, I'm sorry. We've been putting each other through so much for so long." He looked up and into his friends eyes. "I will leave you alone after this, we both will, if that's what you want." Gilbert seriously considered it for half a second. He thought how for the last forty-two years he didn't have to worry about either of them getting in his way. That it was just him prowling as a lone wolf while he tried to get up Elizaveta's skirt. He thought about how it was even sweeter without Roderich's piano playing waking him up at four am and then his brother's yelling waking him up at five. He thought about how much easier it would be on him to walk out and put all the blame back on the five parties that meant the most to him here. Then he remembered how much moping around he did. How he couldn't go out drinking every night because he could no longer afford it and that it wasn't fun without his partners in crime. How he only played flute solos with a polite audience of other nations to occasionally listen instead of with a piano or violin accompaniment while Ludwig sat, listening in peaceful bliss. How he could always hit on Hungary, but now she'd be stronger to fight back and didn't that make it that much better? Prussia smiled and looked at them all. His gaze ending on his two moronic friends. "You know, I think everything's a bit more awesome with you Arschgrobblers making it hell for me."

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