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the-family-business-83 · 10 months
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Unexpected Calling – Part I
Masterlist - WIP
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Fandom: Marvel
Prompt: A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in short change and a letter handwritten by a 9-year old girl.
Type: Series
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader's daughter (platonic obviously), Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Genre: fluff, action, slight angst, might get smutty but idk yet
Warnings: Be prepared for some adult language! Nothing too crazy in this first part though, we're just getting started so that's my only warning for now.
Word count: 1.6k
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This post was Beta'd by @mariekoukie6661. Thanks a million!
A/N: Thought I'd throw my hand at a prompted fic! Hope you guys like it, I'll add a chapter directory and update as needed as the next parts are posted. So stay tuned 👀 Text dividers made by @firefly-graphics <3
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Every morning is always the same when you're paid to kill. He'd been trying to be better about the whole actual killing part lately, but that didn't change his morning routine very much. He woke up to the sound of his alarm clock going off—yes, he still used one. If you asked for his reasoning, he'd tell you it's because it's less complicated and you can always count on it to work because it simply stayed plugged into the wall; in the event that the power went out? It had batteries for backup power, and you can't find that kind of peace of mind with just the alarms on your phone. He's still an old soul, sue him. He woke up at 6:45 am, on the dot, every morning without fail that way so it was rather effective.
After the blaring sound of his trusty alarm clock came the process of forcing himself out of bed and cleaning up for the day; shaving if necessary, freshening up, getting dressed, the works. This was generally when he'd change his appearance should the need arise, as well. But he didn't need to do that this morning and so he flicked the light to the bathroom off as he left the room when he was finished, heading out to his kitchen thereafter. The next step? Food. It was always 7 am sharp by the time he got done with his wakeup process, the only time that changed being when he added any extra steps in the bathroom. And breakfast was always simple: a cup of hot black coffee, sliced avocado, and bread toasted to perfection with an egg over medium to be dipped in. And it never failed to be a pleasant way to start his morning, usually followed closely after by a session of watching the morning news. He found it a good way to see what was going on in the area and across the country so he could plan accordingly.
If he didn't have a job, which by chance was the case today, he'd generally find any sort of quiet way to spend the rest of his morning; reading a book, cleaning up all his weapons, or a walk in the park if he felt like it. Today, he felt like it. And it was mostly peaceful, if you excluded the grating sound of car horns, tires squealing, and buses chuffing past. And of course, if you chose to ignore the rumbling from the subway, the people shouting either in their urgency to get to work or just simply because they were an ass, then it was really utterly plain and quiet to walk through Central Park. By this point Bucky had truly gotten used to it. He supposed in some ways it wasn't too much different from his home in the past. But that didn't mean he liked to spend too much time there anyway. So long as he got out and went back home just in time, he could skip the gradeschoolers and dog walkers that came around for the afternoon.
There had been nothing unusual about his day so far, and he liked that. He liked the rhythm of it all, and how it always went according to his carefully curated schedule. He began the process of unlocking his apartment door after making his way up to his floor, and pushed it open to take a step inside. Crunch.
What the helll...?
Bucky frowned as, seemingly, something sat under his boot and crinkled where he'd stepped, making the same sound again as he carefully pried his foot off. The poor, crisply folded, paper envelope that had earlier been slotted through his dead-drop, suffered a dirt-covered footprint but aside from that, it seemed harmless and intact as he picked it up to inspect it. A curious thing to find when you hardly get mail aside from the bills. What was even more curious was the contents within it, feeling a bit lumpy and—quite frankly—heavy for a letter-sized envelope. He closed the door behind himself with one hand, locking it once again out of habit while the other kept hold of the envelope. Moments later he flicked out a switchblade to slice it open revealing not only a handwritten letter but also $23.42.....Exactly. All in small change.
It was quite honestly the oddest thing he'd seen or received to date, and that was including the number of quite-literal backstabs he'd received, numerous other maiming injuries, and the odd encounters he’d had with a talking raccoon, tree, and robot...man…thing. To name a few. That was also including the number of odd jobs he'd been offered and peculiar payment methods he'd been given. Never had he come across such a specific payment with a letter that….upon further inspection….looked as though its penman couldn't be much older than 9 years old, at most.
'Dear mister,
My name is Rosie Jones. I am 9 yeers old. My mommy says you're vary good at helping people. Well, I need your help. Mommy also said you like to be paid for helping, so I broke my piggy bank open so you wood help us. Mommy doesn't know yet thoe, so please don't tell her.
My mommy dissuhpeered disappeered last night. She told me to hide and I did but now I can't find her and so I need your help mister becuz you're really good at finding people too, mommy said so. Please please help me find my mommy, I don't know what to do mister.
– Rosie'
"You've gotta be shitting me." He muttered to himself. The first question Bucky had, quite honestly, was how did this little girl even know who he was? Or where he lived? Not many people did, if any, truth be told. If they did? They were usually dead within minutes. It was one of many reasons that kept his renowned status intact. But here he was, sitting at his own table, with proof that some little girl knew both of those things. Frowning down at the paper and envelope of change, the assassin ran his hand back through his dark brown hair momentarily, processing what he'd just read. On one hand, it could be an elaborate trap. By all rights he had to assume it, considering the nature of the letter and the fact that a little girl of all people had written it. But on the other hand, there was a certain dedication there that he simply couldn't ignore. And some part of him couldn't help but at least look into it. So moments later, the man was pulling out his laptop and began searching for answers, anything that could give this little girl's story any sort of credit.
Much to his surprise? It checked out. Every last bit of it. There was a mother, connected to the Rosie Jones in question, who had gone missing under rather mysterious circumstances. "I'll be damned, mystery kiddo."
'Y/N Jones, aged 37, a single mother, was nowhere to be found the next morning after reports came in that a struggle and silenced gunshots were heard from the house that night.'
He probably could have gotten away with just keeping the money and letting it go. It was some little kid somewhere hoping for someone to hear her plea, he could get away with it. But it was that name…. he'd seen it before, he knew he had. In all fairness though, he really only remembered faces exceptionally well. Names didn't matter in the long run, names didn't tell him who he was shooting within a crowd of people. So why did it keep nagging at the back of his mind?...
Spoiler alert: he shouldn't have went digging. He should have just left it alone. But he had always been a curious mind and he was nothing if not thorough on top of that. Popping open the top to his bottle of whiskey, Bucky carefully poured out a favorable portion into a glass tumbler, before letting it down onto the counter as he heard an agreeable noise coming from his laptop to signal it had finished its task. Glancing over his shoulder, he sipped on his drink as he made his way back over to the table, having waited for what seemed like an hour to get the information he wanted. And the minute he looked at the screen was the very same minute he regretted it.
He knew that face.
He knew it like the back of his hand almost, he knew it the same way he knew the taste of bourbon or the sound of a .22 magnum. That was the face of Y/N Y/L/N and it was a face he had been trying to forget for years now. But most of all he knew it was a mistake to have even touched this with a ten-foot pole. Because now he had a target, he knew what the target looked like, and he had been paid in- well, maybe not-so-full, but in 9-year-old currency $23.42 was basically a million dollars considering it was all her savings.
In short?
He had to do it now.
He knew that. And it damn near made him groan at the prospect. Because this was going to be a long-ass job, and if he was going to ensure the rescue of that little girl's mother, then he needed to ensure that child's safety. The less leverage the 'enemy' had, the easier his job was. So as he sighed out, "Damnitall, this better be fuckin worth it kid," the hundred year old assassin finished off his drink and went about packing his things to take on a job that he never asked for, but knew damn well he was stuck with until it was over.
But at least if he had to go through with this, he was going to be damn sure he did it right, that was for sure.
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misshiraethsworld · 7 months
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SIGNS OF LIFE ━ steve rogers ✪
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lizstory · 1 year
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Realization
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Peter Parker x fem reader
summary- Peter always knew that life as a hero would be dangerous but he always pledged to keep you safe. He always knew he’d want you safe but knew his job as Spider-Man meant he would have to keep the world safe too. He was finally faced with the ultimatum of saving one or the other and realized what he has to do now.
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And here Spider-Man was, paralyzed at the ultimatum of choosing to save a car with a family inside or save you. The villain wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing tighter and tighter every second that passed. Peter tried talking to the villain. To let you go peacefully, but he did not budge. He wanted to make Spider-Man suffer, and if that meant having the burden of not saving innocent civilians or sacrificing his girlfriend, then so be it. 
"Time isn't on your side, Spider-Man." 
He had no idea whether he could even move to save anyone. Before this moment, all his villains were after weapons, knowledge, and stark industries. Something that didn't matter to lose, but this was the first time someone he loved was on the line. His eyes averted from his girlfriend and the car full of screaming people. The villain was right. Time wasn't on his side. In seconds the rope holding the car would snap, but also, you would pass out from how tight the villain was holding you. A spark ran through his body, his head shot to the car, and the rope snapped. He ran towards the edge and jumped while hitting a web towards the vehicle and another towards any surface he could hang from. 
"Are we really surprised he chose them" The villain laughed "heroes will always sacrifice the ones they love for the world" 
Peter lowered himself slowly. As long as the car landed on the ground softly, the civilians could get out. He managed to get the car to the bottom. 
"Can you guys get out!" He shouted
The family made their way out. They hugged each other and thanked the hero that saved them. Once Peter knew they were safe, he made his way back up to you. It only took a few minutes to protect the family. He knew you were strong and could last just a few more minutes. Or that was him telling himself those thoughts to take over the fear of what would happen. 
"Please let her still be there," he whispered. He had no idea who he was begging, but begging felt right. 
"Well, I had fun, but this is it" The villain reached into his pocket and grabbed a knife. 
Your eyes widened. Was this it? You would never blame Peter for saving the family. You had always told him that no matter what, he needed to make sure the world was safe first. Your body was tired from the fighting before. The villain captured you while on a walk, and you did everything to stop it from happening. Screamed, kicked, cried, bit, scratched, hit. Anything you could've thought of, you tried, but now you were being choked to death and soon stabbed. Your body had no more fight left. You turned your head, not walking to see the inevitable. Seconds passed, and a weight was lifted from your throat and a hand placed on your waist. You turned back and saw blonde hair and armor covering your sight. You immediately knew who it was.
"Thor?" You asked 
Thor nodded, his hammer in the sky helping him fly. "Where is Spider-Man?"
Peter came swinging to the surface again. The villain was on the ground with a hand on his head. Peter webbed his legs to the concrete. He ran over, seeing Thor landing with you alive in his arms. Thor let you go, and once freedom was back into your grasp, you ran towards Peter. He wrapped his arms around you tighter than he has ever before. He released from the hug, hands finding their way to your face. 
'"Are you ok?" He asked, "I'm so sorry, Y/n, I am so so-"
"Peter, You were doing what I told you to do, don't be sorry" You placed your hand on his and gently squeezed it. 
Thor cleared his throat. "Spider-man, I can handle the villain from here. You should take her to a safe area." 
Peter nodded, grabbed you from your waist, and swung away. He would take you to the Avengers Tower. At least you'd be safe there; they could check on you. He landed on the patio. You walked in, sitting on the couch while Peter removed his mask. Once it was entirely off, he rushed towards your side again. 
"Are you sure you're ok?" 
You nodded. "Hurts to breath and talk, but I'm ok," You whispered, trying not to waste what could be the last of your strength. 
You shifted your body to look outside. The sunset was starting, and the tower had the best view. It caster over New York, the people going on walks, rushing back to their homes, going into a cafe despite it not being morning. You shifted your gaze back to Peter, expecting to see a relaxed face, but instead, you were met with a teary-eyed boy. 
"Peter?"
"I couldn't save you," He muttered, staring at your bruised throat. "If Thor hadn't been there, you would've been dead." 
You reached for his hand. "Don't do this to yourself." 
He pulled his hand away. "Y/n," he spoke, too soft to hear, "We can't be together."
Now your eyes prickled with water "what." 
"I put your life on the line today, and if it wasn't today, then it can be tomorrow" Peter wiped his tears. "I care about you too much for your life to be threatened." 
You let the tears fall, not caring if he saw, "We had a bad day. Let's rest." 
Peter wiped your tears off your cheek. "Y/n."
"Peter no"
"Listen to me, please" His thumb caressed your cheek. He placed his forehead on yours. He grabbed both your hands, tightening them. He closed the gap, placing his lips onto yours. "I love you so much."
You pulled away. Peter's eyes weren't sad anymore but smiling. He was a boy who was true to his words. "I love you too, Peter." 
"Let's go get you checked" His hand didn't reach for yours. The cold air accompanied him instead. The breeze crept between his fingers. This is how it will be from now on. There is no hand there for him to squeeze, kiss, or hold forever. It was for the best. He kept telling himself. She'd finally be safe.
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winxanity-ii · 7 months
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MARVEL/ MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE MASTERLIST
╰ ⌞🇲‌🇦‌🇮‌🇳‌-🇲‌🇦‌🇸‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌🇱‌🇮‌🇸‌🇹‌⌝
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⦿ THE AVENGERS
⦿ DEADPOOL
⦿ X-MEN
⦿ FANTASTIC FOUR
⦿ GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY
⦿ SPIDER-MAN
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xxplaugexx · 2 years
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"Hair"
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synopsis; ever since thor learned how to do your hair, he became obsessed with it. the realization struck him, he's actually obsessed with you.
pairings; thor odinson x poc! reader
warnings; fluff, swearing
word count; 1,387
a/n; i really like this fic, lol
Living in the compound was so boring. Being the youngest and most reckless of the Avengers, you were on watch 24/7.
It made no sense to you.
I mean yes you crashed half of Tony Stark's suits, hid Captain America’s shield, made Clint arrows that would come back to him like boomerangs and dyed Natasha’s hair blue, but other than that, you were very responsible.
There was The Incident, but you weren’t allowed to bring that up anymore. No one was. Talk of The Incident had been banned since The Incident happened.
All in all, it stopped you from having any fun.
But, when your favorite Asgardian came to visit every once in a while, things changed. 
They put him on ‘y/n duty’ whenever he was here.
They made a chore chart for it.
That being said, it was quite easy for you to get away with things. No one dared argue with The God of Thunder, so if something bad happened while he was under your watch, they simply had to…get over it. 
But how did you get to do whatever you wanted? It was easy really. Tell Thor what you want to do, that is clearly against the rules in the Big Book Of y/n Vol. 3. Have him tell you no. You say “Please.”
He, again, replies with “No.” Then you furrow your eyebrows in sadness, pout your lips, and give him puppy eyes. “Fine.” And he caves.
You were playing outside, a red dress with silver jewelry working with the cool tones of your brown skin, playing with the dog you may or may not have snuck into the compound.
It’s still here because you and Peter worked together to convince Tony. You named her Jackpot.
A few minutes later, the wind picked up behind you, you turned around to see the bright colors of the bifrost lighting up in a pillar behind you. Thor.
When the colors faded, and Thor emerged in the middle of the bifrost imprint on the ground, you immediately felt happier. He hadn’t been here in two months. “Odinson!”
You ran up to him, quite literally jumping into his arms and he kept you lifted off the ground as he reciprocated the hug, Mjölnir disregarded on the ground. “Hello y/n!”
“I missed you so much.” you smiled up at the man. “I missed you too.”
You began to walk back to the compound, when the tiny puppy came up to your feet. You gasped as you picked her up. “I almost forgot. We got a puppy! Her name’s Jackpot.”
“Oh! it’s so cute and tiny with its little ears and everything!”
You nodded as Thor gently took the puppy in his hands. 
Well hand. He held it in one hand.
Opening the door for you, Thor led you both into the compound. The first person you were met with was Nat. “Hello Natasha.” She simply nodded at Thor, eyeing the dog in his hand. 
Jackpot ate one of her suits. It wasn’t y/n’s influence either. 
You looked up to Thor. “So I had an idea.”
“That’s never good.” Tony said as he entered the room.
“Hush, Anthony. Do you want to help me braid my hair?”
Thor usually loved doing this, especially after his hair was cut on Sakaar and he couldn’t braid his own. But y/n never went to ask Thor first. He was skeptical. “Why me?”
“Natasha doesn’t have the kind of patience for what I want to do, Sam and Bucky aren’t here, and Jackie here,” you took Jackpot from him, holding up her paws, “doesn't have opposable thumbs.”
He considered his options. “Sure.”
You beamed up at him, and a smile began to tug at his lips. He loved seeing you happy. “Tony, I need your card.” You said and walked up to him. “No.”
You furrowed your eyebrows and walked away. “Come on, Thor.” Thor followed you as you began to leave the compound through the front. “Where are we going?”
“The hair store.”  You said as though it was obvious.  “You have money?”
You nodded and pulled a gold card from your pocket. The name on the card? Anthony Stark. Thor smiled and shook his head. “Sneaky girl.”
Once you reached the front door, you heard FRIDAY. “Miss l/n, a message from Mister Stark.”
“Y/N M/N L/N!! GET BACK HERE WITH MY CARD OR I WON'T LET YOU OUT THE COMPOUND FOR A WEEK!”
They simply ignored the message and left the compound. Thor was here, she couldn’t get in trouble anymore. At least until he left.
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It was 12 am. You and Thor are more halfway done with your hair. He was definitely moving at a quicker pace, sitting on the trunk on the foot of your bed, while you were sitting on the floor, your ninth Disney movie in front of you.
Ever since you taught him how to braid, he’s fallen in love with doing it, sometimes finishing your hair when you can’t yourself. He’s gotten better at it. Something made you think he’s been practicing.
When you finished the current braid, you dropped your arms. “I’m tired.”
“Five more, my dove.” You groaned loudly, leaning back in between his legs. “Let me just get my second wind.”
You definitely must’ve fallen asleep, because when you opened your eyes, you had only one braid left to do. “What time is it?”
“Fifteen to one.”
“Shit. Have you been doing these? You could’ve woken me up—”
“Shh, my love, it's fine. I’m almost done.” As you turned your head back to face the TV, you felt Thor’s gentle hands adding the hair to your natural one to finish the final knot less braid. Four minutes later and he was done. 
“Finally.” You practicality jumped from off the floor, running over to your dresser to grab your bonnet. “Wait, don't you need the hot water and the squishy curly tubes and the foamy stuff.?” 
You smiled as Thor mentioned all the things you were too sleepy to complete tonight. You put the bonnet on your head, and walked over to stand in between Thor's legs. 
You grabbed his face. “I'm going to bed.” 
He pouted, which was absolutely fucking adorable, and you smiled at him. “Thor, if we watch another movie, I’m going to fall asleep.” 
“Then fall asleep in my arms.” He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist lifted you up and carried you to the bed. “Better, isn’t it?”
You laughed as you both got comfortable in the bed. You reached for the remote on the bedside table and put on Emperors New Groove. It was one of you and his favorite movies.
“y/n?” 
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
You smiled at him. “I love you too.”
“No, I mean,” He grabbed your hand, pulled you towards him, making you face him. “I’m in love with you. I came back to tell you that. I found myself missing you more than I usually do whenever I’m away. And, in light of everything that’s happened I needed to tell you now before—if you don’t-”
He didn’t get to finish, you had already captured his lips in a passionate kiss. “I’m in love with you too.”
Then you both fell asleep in each other's arms.
That following morning, you woke up early. Earlier that someone should have after spending over five hours doing their hair. You decided to dip your hair, and put the flexi rods in now. You did this all in the kitchen. Then went back into your room.
You stepped into your closet and picked out an outfit. When you stepped out of your room, Thor was gone. You hopped in the shower, got dressed, took out the flexi rods, then made your way down to the kitchen for some food. 
There stood Thor, standing by the toaster. He looked over to you, a smile growing on his lips. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you and kissed you gently. This was definitely going to be a thing. “I love your hair.” You muttered a thank you, feeling quite shy, at the moment.
You both didn’t realize the other person in the room. Stark, holding Jackpot against his chest. “What the shit?!”
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weebiemcweebington · 9 months
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I think I'm not alone when I wondered what's up with Sandman, Hydro-Man, and Electro's clothes.
When Electro goes into cables his clothes go with him. Are they naked all the time and just change color to appear clothed? Did their clothes change with them?
Also, Rhino has permanent body armor that covers his private parts. Could have given him a loincloth like Tarzan.
I’ve spent more time pondering this than I’d like to admit. But I think you’re right that they’re just choosing to appear clothed.
…I also might have written a 3k hurt/comfort, angst, fluff and smut fic about Flint and Alex that goes into slight detail about just that subject…
I’d need to make an Ao3 account, but lemme know in the comments if I should post it.
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jordyn-b-barnes · 1 month
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Moon & Stars - Beautifully Broken For Your (on Wattpad & Ao3) 
Syd reveals a hidden part of her past. Bucky and Steve reconnect. An unexpected guests is dealt with. 
**New chapters posted every Sunday** (AU/not canon compliant)
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mushroomhattime · 11 months
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Befriending Loki
-Fluff with teasing
-mentions of poison, age difference
-1282 words
-If you’d like an x reader version of this comment below or pm me and i’ll post one
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"Jarvis, are all books present?" She questioned the A.I. System that she had come to adore as much as her father did. "Your favorites, Twilight, New Moon, and Breaking Dawn have been taken out Miss. Stark." He responded sarcastically, but monotonously, like always. "May I ask by whom?" An amused smirk framing her face as she scanned the walls for her desired section. "By Mr. Odinson, Miss. Stark." Jarvis replied. Her smile reappeared as she thought about what Thor might think of them. The only reason she had those at all was because she refused to believe a book was bad until she'd read it herself. And unfortunately, the negative hype surrounding the series was anything but false. "Aha, here we are." She climbed the ladder up to the section full of outdated vocabulary and skimmed through titles she thought to be appropriate. "No, not Edmund... Norton... Wyatt... maybe Drayton," the mutters continued until the target was found. "Ah, Shakespeare! There he is!" She started snatching plays off the shelf and placing them into a makeshift basket she made with the front of her sweater. "Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, The Taming of The Shrew, Julius Caesar, and Comedy-of-Errors. That should keep him busy for a month or so." She clasped the hem of her shirt in her teeth to keep the contents from spilling out and slid down the edges of the ladder before hurrying out the door and to the elevator. The trip to his cell was unnecessarily long, especially when she stopped to make tea, which proved to be difficult when refusing to put down all the books. But nevertheless, she prevailed and took the reading material and thermos' to the fiftieth floor and into a section of the laboratory. Eventually, she stumbled into the room where his cell was and began the hike over to the door. He watched her closely, highly amused by her state. Her stomach was visible from pulling up her sweater for the books, and under both arms were cups that he found unfamiliar and suspicious. "What are you doing, mortal? You look ridiculous." His face exerted smugness, but that was never unusual for him. "I'm being nice to you, so you damn well better appreciate it, Asgardian." She commanded sarcastically, struggling to type in the password and give a thumbprint as she did so. Thankfully, the door opened without any further obstacles and she crashed in, the entrance closing behind her. "Here." She placed the tea gently into a corner and dumped the literature into his lap. "What is this?" He questioned, examining each cover of the five. "Those are called books, love." She cracked a small smile and plopped down in front of him, sipping her tea. "I'm well aware. What I was insinuating was why have you assumed I could possibly appreciate Midgardian literature?" He much enjoyed teasing her and waiting impatiently for her to throw it back in his face with her witty comments and comebacks. "Because I've listened to the way you and Thor seem to formulate sentences, and the vocabulary you use. It is remarkably similar to the regular speaking patterns of Midgardians in what historians call the Elizabethan Era. These are all written by a man called Shakespeare, who lived in England over 400 years ago, he wrote plays, 43 to be exact. Nowadays we've dubbed your speech 'Ye Old English', an unofficial term used to describe the language difference from then and now, also more formally known as Shakespearean... is that enough information, or shall I continue?" She rambled satirically. "I think that is enough for now." He stated, flipping through The Taming of the Shrew carelessly. "I didn't know what genre you preferred, so I grabbed a variety. I've read all of these ones and I think they're nice. I thought you would like them more than modern books." Her nerves set in, regretting her act of kindness, but she wouldn't dare show them.
He glanced over at her, studying her awkward actions. Her sleeves pulled over her fists, which were resting uncomfortably in the small space on the floor between her crossed legs. He was about to express his thanks when she flung herself to her feet dramatically. With haste, she bent down and snatched the second thermos, then slid on her belly over to him. He hummed a tiny laugh as she reached out her arm with the cup to him. "I made you tea, drink it and shower me with compliments about how good it is." She said. "Yes of course... but are you sure it isn't poisonous?" Loki gave her a knowing glare and a smile.
"I am sixty-five percent sure that it isn't, but you should be fine. That is unless Asgardians are prone to floral allergies." The woman raised her eyebrows sassily at him.
"I am a god. Gods do not have such pathetic internal weaknesses." He scoffed and sipped his tea (after fumbling quietly with the lid in confusion during the majority of the conversation.)
"Yeah yeah, whatever you say Magic-Man... You know, you don't HAVE to act as if you're SO above me all the time. You and I both know that we're equal in intelligence and technically the same age." She had changed her position while talking to have her legs straightened and propped up against the wall with her back and head on the floor next to Loki.
It was obvious that the god was unaware of one of those two presented points because he nearly spit out the tea everywhere. "You and I being the same age is literally impossible. I am thousands of years old and you are eighteen." He looks down at her skeptically; wiping the dribbled tea with the back of his hand.
"Wouldn't it only make sense to assume these two different realms of existence that are billions of lightyears away from each other probably have differing concepts of time? If not because of vastly contrasting histories, then possibly for different distances from their respective suns and moons? How long is a day in Asgard vs. Earth?" She talks with her hands and makes eye contact while still on the floor, happiness emanating from her because of the obvious irritation building in his face. Loki does not like to be shown up or proven wrong, albeit he's never lashed out at her for doing so for some reason.
"Even so, how do you know that we're the same age on earth terms? there are no specifics about that in your kind's Norse literature." He was quite curious now; this could really end up working in his favor.
"Well, it was excruciatingly easy when I had Thor on hand to tell me the average life expectancy of an Asgardian/Norse god and how old you were and the general synopsis of your guy's calendar. You compare those to a human's, specifically American's, then you come up with a medium level equation that can be checked by the two live-in geniuses and the supercomputer that encompasses this building. You, Loki Laufyson, are roughly seventeen and three-fourths old, which makes me approximately 3 months older than you in Midgardian years."
Loki had never seen her look so smug in his life and he despised it. "I despise you." He growled, almost a little too realistically.
"Doubtful, you looove me." An attractive and confident air surrounded her.
"I know." He murmured quietly, not quite ready to have this conversation with her.
"What was that hun?" Back to her considerate, usual tone.
"The tea is lovely, Eliza." Loki toned himself down to a sweeter, softer tone that only she and his mother were ever allowed to hear.
"Hell yeah it is."
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My love, his duty // Chapter 10
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MASTERLIST
Chapter Summary: Good always triumphs over evil 
Pairing: King!Bucky Barnes x Queen!Reader (very ambiguously described)
Chapter Warnings: Angst, talk of cheating, fluff, talk about miscarriage, intented poisoning, violence (not towards reader), cursing, threatening, interrogation
+18 please. MINORS DNI
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“The baby is kicking” you cheered, catching the attention of all your ladies, who turned their sights away from their reading and into you. Wanda with a huge smile, took foot and ran to your side
“Can I?” she asked, and you nodded, grabbing her hand and placing it over your belly. “Oh I can feel it!” she shrieked. Lady Jane as well as Sarah and Nat came to you as well, also asking to feel the prince or princess inside you
“It’s so exciting” muttered Lady Sarah, and then you remembered that she had 2 kids
“Did it hurt?” you couldn't help to ask, “When you gave birth?” she looked at you apologetically
“Well, it did your majesty, I cannot lie to you” she murmured, “My first, it did hurt, it was a long birth, but the second popped right out” she said slowly, “It can be different”
“Well I hope for the latter then” you smiled nervously, you know very well that they were women who died in childbirth, it was common, so you really just hoped for the best, you know they had excellent physicians and even men and women who dedicated his life for the knowledge of the gods and knew about different kinds of medicine, like the wise ones from Kamartaj
Perhaps you could ask for the assistance of the monks when the birth came, the thought soothed you, but then it didn’t when you think about what Bucky may say, you needed to ask him
Bucky
You missed him, the longing must have been reflected in your face, as you felt Nat’s hand on your shoulder, you found her eyes and smiled at her 
“I bet the King would like to feel his child” she said softly, and you just smiled
Oh you bet he would
At the other side of the castle, Bucky was grumbling so hard his teeth were going to splinter 
The air was tense, Bucky could feel it, as he looked at Sharon over the dining room table, she was savoring different sweets and treats, according to her cravings
“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to have dinner tomorrow” he tried softly
“Why is that?” she drop the cutlery into the silver plate with a frown to look at him
“I’m going hunting,” he said trying to gain footing in the conversation
“Do you think I’m an idiot?” she snapped, but when she looked at his face, she knew she had messed up, “But darling, I’m sure you can stay and spend the day in bed, I know the council is taking a break”
“I want to go, the hunting season is coming to an end soon”
“Can I come with you?” she asked then
“You know that riding isn't a good idea if you are expecting” he murmured
“Who are you going with? Duke Stark is in his state, Lord Wilson as well, and Steve you said he was out of the capitol chasing something” 
“Well, I was thinking of going by myself”
“With the Queen?” she barked
“No, she is pregnant too”
“Do you think I’m an idiot?” He just sighed
“I want to see her” he grumbled, she just smiled
“Perhaps we can go and see her together” she snapped, taking another bite of the cake she was eating. He just sighed
“Sharon, it’s been a month”
“Isn’t it dreamy?” she asked, caressing her belly
“No,'' he said firmly, “You know what? He stood up from the table, “I don’t care, I’m going to tell her myself I don’t care anymore, I need to see her, I can’t keep avoiding her”
“I wouldn't do that if I were you” she said to his back as he turned around
“Why not?” he grumbled, turning around to face her
“Well, it’s been so long nobody had made an attempt against her” Bucky froze on his spot, “Maybe they’ll try again” 
“Have you been trying to poison my wife and my child in her belly?” he asked carefully. And her face told him everything he needed to know, “How could you?”
“I wanted you back to me,” she said, “And… I didn’t want to do this, but if you don’t comply with me… I’ll do anything in my power, which is great, until I succeed”
“I should have you disemboweled” he grumbled
“Are you going to kill your pregnant mistress?” she asked, a wicked smile in her face, “I don’t think so”
“Just wait until my baby is out of there”
“Until then, you will do as I say, or I will fulfill my threats, I will poison her, and the child inside her”
“You are signing your death sentence” he murmured, enraged
“Perhaps” she said, “But I have nothing else to lose”
Bucky left his room with a deep frown, rubbing his face with his hands. He had a deep prickling sensation in his nose that wouldn't leave him alone, was he about to cry? He certainly wanted to, he wanted to see you. He wanted to see his unborn baby, caress your belly, I bet you were feeling so tired by now. He walked towards his council chambers, where he used to wait for his friend to come to meet him.
“As soon as Steve comes trough, you send him to me” he said firmly to Peter, who nodded 
It wasn’t log before he came in, entering the library where his friend stood 
“We haven't found him” Steve said firmly, accommodating himself in a chair across from his friend. Bucky’s frown seemed to deepen
“Steve, what about the Carter’s sympathizers inside the castle?”
“I don’t know anything about that yet” he murmured 
“I need to get rid of Sharon, she just admitted to me that she was the one behind the poison and the corset” 
“What?” snapped Steve 
“She told me that if I didn’t play at his bidding she will fulfill her threat and she will manage to poison the Queen and our baby”
“You don’t believe that!”
“She tried twice and almost succeeded” he said, “I’m not playing with the life of my wife and child”
“But you are hurting her” he said strongly, “By not seeing her” 
“Until I can figure out a way to destroy Sharon and her family’s influence, which is big, I can’t risk it”
“I’m going to find that bastard Rumlow” Steve sentenced, “And that will draw us closer to find the traitors”
“Good” he just whispered, “In the meantime, I need to get her to safety”
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Natasha walked with determination and with a smile when she met her undercover boss
“I need you somewhere else” he sentenced, looking at her with his one eye
“What do you mean?” her smiled got wiped out of her face 
“I found out that a squire for the Carter family has disappeared,” Nat looked at his mentor, boss and friend carefully, “it was said he was a favorite of Lady Sharon, I need you to find him, and figure out what happened”
“I can’t go far without raising suspicion”
“I’ll get you a replacement for your post at the side of the Queen, but if this leads to something big, it’s our way our to get rid of Sharon”
“Ok, tell her I got the plague or something”
“Which is something we need to take in mind” he grumbled under his breath, “I’ll tell Maria to fill in for you, she is one of us, one of Shield”
“Yes, I approve”
“Good, go now, and figure out where Rumlow is. I like the Kingsguard, and I like the Duke, but they are as inconspicuous as an Elephant in an antique shop,” Nat giggled but nodded
“I’ll do what I can without my cover being compromised”
“Go, now” 
Fury saw Natasha walk away as swiftly as she came and took a long breath. Not only the assassinations attempt agaist you had his mind riling but, the plague was threatening the country’s borders…
And suddenly, he had a plan in line to keep you safe.
He walked towards the privy council’s chambers, he swore with a long breath he was going to live forever, keeping walking from one place to another in this huge castle. 
The King saw him right away. These days he was looking gloom, sad even, to enthrall in his work, and that was out of character to him. He had always been a good and responsable king, but he always was seen energetic, with plans to go hunting or hosting parties, ut know, he was in a prison of his own making
“My King” he greeted
“Sir Fury” he responded, passing his hand through his hair 
“We have no knew of Rumlow’s whereabouts” he concreted
“Yes The duke already told me”
I have to make a suggestion, on behalf of the Queen’s safety” Bucky then looked at him with surprise on his face
“There had been some reports of Plague in the city already, and I think is best if we send her majesty away for a while”
“To where?” he mumbled, his eyes shiny with worry
“To her home”
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You read the letter with teary eyes, the letter in which your own husband, pleaded you, no, COMMANDED you to leave the castle and go stay in your old home, I mean, the castle in the Barton’s county, where you lived for 5 years
“Why would he do this to me?” you murmured, looking at Wanda
“He is saving you” she said, “A great part of the nobility is leaving the capitol, Lady Natasha is with the plague, soon it will spread all over the city and in the castle, is the safest thing to do” she convinced you
“Why hasn’t he seen me?” you asked then, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No my Queen” she said softly, caressing your arms, “he has to stay here, you know is custom to have the Kings in different places at a time like this, so if one catches the plague the other won’t and the monarchy can be saved” 
“It feels like he is getting rid of me” 
“He only does this because he loves you, Vision had told me so” she said with her energetic smile, “He says he had never seen the King so happy since he met you, and you know the Vision always tells the truth”
“Is he coming with us?” you asked, and she just smiled dreamly
“Actually he is” 
At least Wanda could be happy, he relationship with the Vision was evolving beautifully, and you knew it wasn’t long before he would ask for her hand in marriage 
In your state, your ladies and maids make sure you never had to do anything and it was getting very annoying, they wouldn’t even let you pick up what you wanted, you just had to sit on the bed and they would show you whatever they found and you gave your approval and they would pack it up for you.
Lady Maria was a beautiful woman, she was older than you, just like Sarah and just as nice and calm. Fury had presented her to you, giving you his blessing and although you didn’t want to replace Nat, he assured you this position was temporary. That lady Natasha was going to be ok
Even if the threat of a plague was something very real, you still think it was an excuse to send you away. You wish you could speak with Bucky, you missed him, and you tried to find him with no luck, he was always in meetings, or out of the palace
So when you saw him walking towards you when you were waiting your guards were done loading the carriages
“Bucky?” you called, wanting to cry when he encased your face with his big hands, it had been a month
“I'm sorry my love” he whispered against you lips, “I'm so sorry”
“Where were you?” you asked, whimpered ready, grabbing his wrists to make sure he wouldn’t just walk away from you. “What is going on?” youa sekd
“I'm sending you away for your own safety” he reassured you, kissing your forehead, “Can you believe that?” you nodded, “Please, please believe me” he begged, “I will explain everything but first I need you to get you safe, ok?” you nodded, looking into his beautiful blue eyes
“I believe you,” you were also dying to know what was going on, and being patient wasn’t really one of your attributes. He then kissed you deeply, his tongue found yours and they rubbed together, he seemed to be yearning for you just like you did him
“I will bring you back as soon as I can” he said when he separated himself from you, his hand then ended in your belly, “I'm taking care of both of you” he said firmly, “I miss you both”
“The baby started kicking you know?” you mentioned, and his eyes turned teary and worried
“Really?” you nodded
“They are strong kicks” 
“Do you think is a boy?” he asked and you just smiled
“I don’t know” you responded sincerely
“I will bring you back as soon as I can, and then everything is going to be alright ok?” you nodded gain, and then he leaned in and kissed you, engulfing you in his arms. 
“Everything is going to be ok” 
And with that he helped you get into the cushioned seat inside the carriage, and walked away as the caravan started. Taking you to your former home. 
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It's been a week in which Nat had been looking for that squire, finally finding him in a small village, on Carter’s state. where she found out he just bought the biggest farm in it, and was moving in with his family. Hinting he had a big payout. Nat could only guess what the payout was about…
She trailed him until the young man went alone to conduct some business and buy some animals for his new home. She followed him patiently, waiting for the second to strike. She wished she had backup, in case the man would fight back, but he looked so skinny and weak, it calmed her. It was funny, he did look like the King, he had the same color of eyes and hair. 
He took a detour, passing through a passageway, and that's the moment she knew she had to strike. 
She came in behind him with a burlap lap which she put over his head. Before he could start screaming she choked him with her arms around his throat, he struggled, tried to fight but he lost the fight against the redhead, falling limp to the stone floor. 
When he woke up, he found himself tied up inside an old barn, h tried to scream for help, but he shut himself up when he saw her, Nat standing right in front of him
“You…?” of course he remembered her from the royal Castle, Nat wasn’t an easy woman to forget. “What do you want?”
“You are going to tell me a little story” she demanded
“no, I can’t…”
“You know what I'm talking about” she tried 
“No!” he cried, but it was already too late, Nat showed him a knife she was hiding under her skirts, and showed it to him
“Why did you flee from his majesty's service?” she asked
“That’s what you are doing here?” he cried, “followed me because you want to know why I got tired of cleaning horse shit?” She slapped him so hard his head turned to the side
“Tell me” she demanded, threatening his neck with her knife
“You are going to get me killed!” he whined, “The carters are more dangerous than you know”
“Tell me” she demanded, “now!” he pressed only a little the knife, drawing blood from her neck 
“She… Lady Sharon, made me…”
“What did you do?” she demanded, “She told me to… have sex with her” he cried, “She ordered me, or she was going to hurt my family and really, we all did want to… I mean, she is a fine lady…”
“And you did”?
“Several times” he confessed
“When?”
“When she arrived” 
“She, who?” 
“The Queen” he cried, “Sharon was jealous, she wanted a baby, that could pass as the King’s” 
“Of course she did” she grunted and released him, “If you tell everyone I paid you a visit I will know and I will tell the King of your involvement in this” she threatened. The man just nodde, Nat pushed him again to knock him out, and released his bindings, leaving him alone in the barn while she walked away
Now that she had this piece of information, she needed to communicate it to Fury, but she was a day away, and she was closest to where Rumlow was rumored to be… in the south… near the border… it would be a waste of time to come back to the capitol only to try to leave to come back to this area. 
She put on a cape, hiding her identity, and got on top of her horse who was waiting for her. She needed to get to the next town before nightfall. She knew Rumlow was hiding there, waiting for a ship to take him to the other continent; she used all of her net of contacts and snitches. She was getting close, she could feel it. And unknown to her, The duke was also closing in, they were in the same mission, but in different paths
It was night when Natasha reached the little inn she was staying at, but what she wasn’t counting on, is how close the Duke actually was, so when she got into the inn and took off her hood, it was too late, she came face to face with the blonde man, who, as well as she, was hiding in common clothes
“Lady Natasha?” Nat stood there in shock, and turn around to meet the Duke Steve Rogers, “What the fuck?” he cursed
“Language Captain” she teased, He grabbed her by the arm and took her outside the Inn, so they could speak more privately 
“What are you doing here?” he was so shocked he didn’t even know what to say, what to ask, “what is going on?”
“I’ve been sent to find Rumlow” she explained simply, it was admitting the truth or being  accused of treason, and Nat was many things, but not a traitor 
“But why?” he mumbled, “Why you?”  and then his eyes light up with cleverness, “Are you a spy?”
“Something like that” she said
“Tell me” he demanded, his body hovering over her until her back was against a tree, “Tell me or I swear…”
“What?” she teased again, with a maneater smile
“I’ll tell everyone you are a spy,” she took a long sigh, and decided to confess
“I'm here to help you apprehend Rumlow” she admitted, “My boss sent me”
“Who is your boss?”
“The leader of a secret organization called SHIELD” she said bluntly
“SHIELD?”
“We are an international and secret society, whose work is to protect the integrity of this and many other realms
“Are you messing with me?” he asked, she only shook her head
“I’m the one who found the folly guards who still worked with Rumlow” she confess then, and Steve stood still
“Who more like you are in the castle?”
“Not enough, sadly” she muttered, “I will help you get Rumlow as a token of my fealty, but I cannot tell you anything else” she said softly, and Steve seemed to think about her offer and then nodded
“Help me find Rumlow, and I will keep your secret,” because his father along with Tony´s father were members of SHIELD, so he believed her. Even though he always believed it wasn’t real. And it was a silly name they put on themselves 
After 10 minutes, they were sharing a hot meal and a horn of ale in the Inn
“So Sharon fucked her squire… so the baby she is expecting isn’t the King´s” he muttered
“Yep” she mumbled against her ale
“what a sick woman”
“She got addicted to power and wouldn’t let go” she whispered
“And he was comically similar to the King, in looks” Steve opened his mouth widely in shock
“We need to go back and warn the King” he said firmly, “That crazy woman could actually poison the Queen”
“We cannot go back before we find Rumlow” Nat said, “all of this would be for nothing”
“He is leaving the continent, perhaps is not such a bad idea” he grumbled
“But if he doesn’t admit that he was working with Sharon, we will never be able to dismantle her network of sypathizers” Nat explained, and Steve felt almost dumb on comparison to her
“Ok, but how do we know? I mean, he was the captain of the King’s guard, he is the toughest of the toughest, he will never admit to be working with Sharon”
“You might be right, but we don’t have any other choice” 
"You and me?" he mocked, "We will never catch him" he grumbled, "And specially not witht he entire group of guards behind me"
"That's why we're coming alone, the both of us..." she muttered, with a wicked smile
"Is not that I don't trust you..." Steve said, "But he was the Captain of the King's guard, and we both are..." Nat only smiled
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Even though not being around Sharon was a blessing for Bucky, actually not knowing where she was… was unnerving. It suited him ill, like she was a poisonous snake ready to strike. 
He never felt like this… so powerless, he was the fucking King! and yet now he felt like a simple man, being manipulated and pulled around like he was some sort of puppet. It was kind of ironic how he didn’t want to get married in the first place, thinking that that is what was going to tie him up… but in the end, it turned out to be the exact opposite
By your side he felt like the strongest man alive… and not being with you made him powerless, a puppet.
But his train of thoughts was cut short when he found Sharon… in the throne room, in the place that he created… for you. She was sitting comfortably in your throne
“Sharon, get the fuck away from there” he grunted, his jaw so tense it could cut glass
“Bucky, c´mon” she teased, caressing her big belly, “This is what was always supposed to be” 
The scene before his eyes made him sick to his stomach 
“Sharon I fucking mean it” he demanded, “Get the fuck away from that throne or I swear you’ll come to terms on your pregnancy in the tower!”
“I was supposed to be Queen!” she yelled, making Bucky stop from grabbing her and throw her off of your throne
“You know that is not true!” he yelled, pointing at her with his finger, “since the day she was born she was promised to me, since I was ten yeards old!”
“But you chose me!” she counteraced, “You fucked me, you sleep with me!” 
“And I never regretted something more” he said bitterly, “You pushed your luck, Sharon… he looked away from her, “Guards!” Peter came rushing alongside other guards, ready and at his disposition, “Take Lady Sharon to the Tower, make sure she has anything she needs” 
She didn’t even fighted as she rose from the throne and let the guards grab her softly by the arms 
“It would be a shame if something happens to her Bucky” she mocked
“You can’t touch her now” he said, as he watched Sharon being taken away. And he prayed for his advisors and his trusted men to be right, that now you were in your home, and there, nobody could touch you, everyone adored you. 
Should he come to you? Would Sharon know where you were? Can she reach you? so many questions ran through Bucky’s head. So many questions and any answers, he relied on his friend, on Steve, and he was across the country 
“Lady Sharon is in the tower” Peter said shakely, “What should we do about her?” 
“We need to wait for Duke Rogers. He will have answers for us, ok?” the young man nodded, 
He was a mess without you, he didn’t even know what his friends, and court would say if they found out that since you left, he had been sleeping in your bed, in the Queen’s chambers. the bed smelled like you and he needed you next to him right now. After two months of Sharon´s torture you were so close he could almost feel you, being with you again
So he sneaked out of your room in the morning, ready to start the day. He needed to get ready to face the Carter House, it wouldn’t take long before they found out he locked up their daughter. So he needed to be prepared. 
But what he didn’t expect was watching Peter run towards him… the kid looked scared, and windy, but before he could get any words in. The double doors of the entrance to the place opened wide, and Steve walked through them. he was also catching his breath
“What is going on?” he demanded, looking at his friend
“We got him!” he yelled, “We got Rumlow, he confessed” this was the best news he could hear, “It's over for Sharon” Steve said to Bucky, “I got Rumlow, more than happy to testify for all of his accomplices and hers” the look on the King’s face was priceless. Bucky hugged Steve tightly
“I owe you” he whispered in his ear. 
“I know” he whispered back
“Mmmm” both men separated to see the flustered guard… “My King?”
“What is it kid?”
“Lady Sharon… she is missing”
“WHAT?” 
“Nobody could find her. She left the castle”
“She was detained!” he yelled
“She still has friends in the castle” murmured Steve, “I have the list but it will take time before we can do a cleanse” the three man shared looks
“What do we do now?” he asked
“I’ll send men to look for her” he said firmly, “and I… with mine and Wilson´s trusted men will clean the Castle of the Carter´s sympathizers”
“Thank you” he breathed out
“Now… you need to see her” Steve said with a big smile
He rode his horse with such speed his guards had trouble keeping up with him, and he arrived so hastily the castle didn’t even have time to announce him, he just opened the front doors of the palace at nightfall like a force of nature, and he ran to the second floor where he knew you would be. 
You were reading in your room, your ladies around you, trapped in their own reading, but you were interrupted by your guard opening the door. 
“His Majesty, The King” the page announced, as Bucky entered hastily, Wanda was fast to help you on your feet
“My love” he greeted you, taking your hand between his
“My King” you muttered, God why did you have to love him so much? You were a Queen, you were above those mundane things, he understood that, you were his duty, and you should be thankful he made all of this agreeable, pleasant even, but you needed to understand that he wasn't yours
“Leave us, please” he asked looking at all the ladies, you nodded and all of them did as he commanded
“Did you come here to see me?” you asked softly, smiling shyly
“I told you I would get you as soon as I could” he muttered, was he faking the adoration that loomed in his eyes? “I missed you” you let yourself believe him, as you returned his smile, and let your eyes communicate to him the same adoration 
“I miss you too” because you did. He place a hand in your big stomach
“How are you feeling?”
“A bit tired, but that's all” he cradled your face in his hands and he kissed you, tenderly. Oh, you loved him so much, you leaned in as he hugged you tightly, only your bump in between you, he giggled in your ear, he separated from you shortly, you took both his hands and placed them in your belly, the baby was kicking, thrilled of hearing it´s father´s voice, you were certain. 
“Hello little one” he muttered, his eyes glassy and his smile wide, he leaned in and kissed your belly, “Let's take to bed” he whispered
“But Bucky, we can’t”
“We don´t need to have sex to share the bed” he took your hand and lead you to your bedchambers.
Once you were there, he slowly turned to you, kissing you softly, he helped you undress, caressing you as he did, leaving you in your nightgown, he took off his clothes as well.
And you both laid in your bed, he hugged you tightly against him, kissing your head, and whispering soft words in your ear, as his hands roamed your arms and back softly. And for you all of it was forgiven
“I love you” he said
“You do?” you asked, not believing him
“I do” he said “I really do”
“I love you too” but his betrayal weighed heavily in your chest, “Why did you leave me?” you asked, looking into his eyes for answers, “I thought you had forsaken me” you muttered, enjoying his embrace
“Never, my love” he responded kissing your temple
“What happened?” you asked, “Tell me the truth”
“Sharon was threatening your life” he said firmly, “She is pregnant, and she threatened me that if I didn’t resume our relationship with her, she not only tell you, but she was going to poison you” all the air left your lungs as the truth unraveled in front of you
“What did you do?”
“With the help of Fury we dismantled her network of people that were helping her, but that took time” you didn't know what to say, all this time, he was protecting you
“Why didn’t you tell me?” you murmured 
“I wanted to protect you” he responded quietly, “You and the baby”
“Promise me you’ll ever leave me in the dark again, I’m your Queen, it’s my job to be by your side” you demanded, grabbing his hands in yours
“Sometimes I forget how strong you are” he whispered, “I promise” he said against your temple as he kissed you good night 
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Notes: I had trouble writing this and there are a thousand versions of it…. but I think I tied everything up, all the loose ends, this is some sort of final chapter in this story, and right now… we are like, defeated one villain and the next one is prepping up! hahaha each ten chapters is some sort of season! and the next one is coming right up don’t worry we are nowhere near the end! haha
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Masterlist Rest of my work. Part 14
Warnings: none. Steven enters the neighbourhood and is almost convinced by Harrow despite Lucilla's involvement.
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"Weird isn't it?" Jen questions once the door shuts behind Harrow, her curiosity peaking over her calm façade as she sipped gently on her drink.
"What is?" Lucilla replied, moving to place her bag on a chair that was placed by the door.
"This place," She smiled softly at Lucilla in a way that was almost comforting. "You'll get used to it over time."
However, Lucilla didn't focus on Jen's emotion. "I'm not planning on staying. I help Harrow, Harrow helps me and then I'm out." She explained in a cold tone and it was the honest truth. She's killing 3 birds with one stone: Ptah, Marc, and her history.
"Wow.." Jen dragged out, " Your life is really together." She sarcastically commented, leaving the two in an awkward silence.
Lucilla broke it once Jen moved to the kitchen once again. "Harrow said there's a room for me to stay in until we leave?" She questioned, following Jen with a distance.
"Yes." Jen nodded, "Follow me." She ordered, moving her way into a short corridor. There was directly three rooms at the end of the hall. "Your room is the one on the right," Jen explained gesturing to the room before point to the middle one, "That's the bathroom and my room's just opposite. So, umm.. shout if you need anything."
Jen smiled awkwardly at Lucilla as she moved to her bedroom but paused at the door, turning to Lucilla for a moment. "Or if you need to talk." She shifted back into her room.
"Thank you." Lucilla called out a loud thanks to the girl before walking into her own room.
It was small, no bigger than Lucilla's own room. The room matched the simple decoration as the rest of the apartment but the bed remained different with contrasting colours. A set of towels was set at the foot of the bed as well as a white bear sat by the pillows. It was the average guest room.
"Lucilla," Ptah's voice echoed around the small room.
"Yes, I know." The girl replied, moving to sit upon the neat bed as the God appear at the bottom of it. It was very clear what Ptah was going to say: that she shouldn't be trusting Harrow.
"Egypt is still our priority." He explained.
"I am aware," Lucilla retorted as she reached into her pocket to pull out her phone and a set of earphones. "We're still going to Egypt." She rolled her eyes as she placed a earbud into her ear and began to scroll through the music on her phone.
"With Arthur Harrow, not the avatar." Did he want Lucilla so close to Marc? Even after she made it clear she wouldn't go anywhere near her brother willingly. With Harrow, Lucilla can easily enter Cairo, help Harrow and then complete her business with Ptah before heading back to London alone.
"I am going to Cairo either way." She explained, finally pressing play on her music. Angelica by Wet Leg. Lucilla smiled to herself and she shifted to lay down on the bed.
It felt like only a blink of the eye when Lucilla awoke to the sound of a knock at the door. "Shit," She muttered. Falling asleep was the last thing Lucilla had expected. The room was now dark so Lucilla quickly moved towards the door.
"Hold on," she called out as the knock repeated. "Yeah?" The door opened to reveal Jen sheepishly standing behind it.
"Sorry to wake you," the women quickly apologised before explaining the interruption. "Arthur wants you to meet him on the courtyard. I'll wait by the door for you." She quickly moved back towards the main room. Lucilla followed, needing no time to get herself ready.
Jen happily lead Lucilla to meet Harrow in the courtyard where Harrow currently stood with Marc.. or is it Steven. Steven. If it was Marc then Harrow wouldn't be standing with a hand on his shoulder.
"He's upset Khonshu." Ptah informed Lucilla as the wind began to pick up around them. The girl's eyes jolted as a bin was thrown past her.
"Lucilla!" Arthur greeted the girl once he saw her carefully avoid Khonshu's destruction. "Kinda of you to join us."
Unlike Arthur's bright smile, Steven's is filled with fear. "You're with them?" He nervously questioned.
"No, just assisting with a deal." Lucilla explained as Harrow slapped a hand on both the Spector's backs.
"Come," Harrow smiled before walking ahead of the two. Lucilla quickly fell into place a few paces behind Steven as they blindly follow Harrow. "See, this neighbourhood used to have the highest crime rate in the city." He began to explain the area to Steven just as he did with Lucilla earlier on in the day. "There was so much suffering, so much pain…"
A smile braced Harrow's face as he started greeting people once again. "It was truly heartbreaking. Now people don't lock their doors at night. They feel safe." He continued to flaunt his achievements before getting distracted by someone walking past with a box full of fruit.
"But you don't want to tell anyone, no. People don't want to hear good news. They'd rather cling to their fear, cling to their pain." Harrow continued, letting his eyes wander to Lucilla at the last sentence but the girl simply let her eyes wander to anywhere else.
Steven's obvious observation of "Goat.." at the bleating of the animal brought Harrow back onto the main topic of conversations before quickly getting distracted again.
Harrow happily walked up to someone, speaking Mandarin as a football was tossed to him. He tossed it back as the group passed by.
"You all talk Chinese?" Steven questioned.
"Ah, Mandarin." Harrow replied smugly. "We all aspire to learn three languages. So, we teach each other. We share our knowledge." He was easily pleased by his own accomplishments.
Steven muttered a sign that the idea was impressive but Harrow quickly changed the topic as they reached the hall. "You hungry?" He asked in steven's direction, not even acknowledging Lucilla. "The food's free. You're a vegan, right?"
"Yeah," Steven answered, barely taking notice of anything that's not the building they were in.
"Yeah, so am I. You might wanna try the lentil soup. I made it this morning. It's Victor's recipie." Harrow began to ramble only stopping as he spots Victor sat on the wall widdling a spoon. "Gracias, Victor." He calls out before turning back to Steven. "He's from the Yucatan. He's.. No, he's very funny."
"Here," Harrow moves to pass Steven a tray then Lucilla. She quickly declined the tray and moved away to find a table for the group instead as the two men spoke.
"Khonshu isn't convinced by Harrow."
"Well, neither am I." Lucilla muttered quietly, keeping her head down as she sat at a table. "He's not the most convincing person in the world despite all of this." The girl flinched as the sound of soft metal slams together.
"He-" Ptah began to comment on khonshu once again but Lucilla cut him off.
"I think I've established Khonshu isn't convinced." She rolled her eyes as Harrow began walking towards her with Steven.
"He often throws temper tantrums, like a two-year-old." Harrow explained to Steven as they sat down beside the girl. "None of the gods respect him. Perhaps that's why he's banished."
Lucilla smirked as her eyes drifted to Ptah stood a few meters away from the group. Of course he wanted her to follow Khonshu, because no one else would.
"What's he saying now?" Harrow questioned as Steven moved to look behind him, probably searching for khonshu. "I am real justice." He mocked.
"Can you hear him?" Steven asked nervously.
"Not anymore." Harrow answered, focusing on his food. He moved an apple Lucilla's direction before touching his. "I was his former Avatar. Before you. I was the first of vengeance."
"I'm not the fist of anything," Steven shrugged as he touched his own food. "That's the little American Man living inside of me."
"That's uhh… Thats" Harrow began to question Steven's awareness of Marc but Lucilla cut him off.
"Marc." Steven nodded at the girl. She took the apple from Harrow and took a few bites.
"Soup's… Yeah, it's very good. It's ace. Yeah, it's lovely." Steven begins to fill in the silence.
"Khonshu punishes those who have already walked an evil path. His retribution comes too late. By the time his fist of vengeance arrives, people have already suffered." Harrow began to explain, "Ammit knows this too well. She tears evil up from the root, casting her judgment before any evil's done. That's why we must resurrect her."
"Wait," Lucilla jolted in her seat that the words. That was nothing on what Harrow explained her into a deal on. She never agreed to Ammit's resurrection.
"I did warn you." Ptah muttered in the back of Lucilla's head as the two brushed her away. "Leave"
"Right. But… Isn't that a bit dodgy? Like, trusting the judgment of a weird crocodile lady?" Steven questioned. He knew the most about Egyptian Mythology and even he was concerned.
"I didn't sign up for a resurrection Harrow." Lucilla argued but Harrow simply ignored the girl.
"You don't need to doubt her judgment." He told both of them. "Ammit will light the path to good by eradicating the choice of evil, which brings us to the scarab." The tone of the room instantly shifted as soon as the scarab was mentioned.
It was easy to say Harrow knew what he was doing. "That scarab functions as a kind of compass, leading us to Ammit's tomb. She's out there, waiting, longing to be freed." People began to stand and surround the table. They are expecting a fight.
Steven muttered a quick "Hi," to the people approaching them as Harrow continued.
"While the cruel masses deserve to face her judgment. And in the wake of their screams, evil eradicated. Steven, to exist at that moment? Heaven on Earth. So, the scarab." Harrow asked, hoping Steven would just hand it over.
"Oh, I don't have it." Lucilla glared at Steven. There was no chance in hell Marc would let Steven throw away the scarab, even if he refused to tell anyone about it's purpose.
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redcamelliawrites · 1 year
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Chapters: 3/5 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Stephen Strange, Pepper Potts & Stephen Strange, Stephen Strange & Wong Characters: Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Wong (Marvel), Peter Parker, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, other characters to be tagged Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Stephen Strange Needs a Hug, Oblivious Stephen Strange, Established Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Skiing, Found Family, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, I Don't Even Know, Maybe I Should Try Plotting, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:
Stephen Strange is in love with Tony Stark. He is willing to do whatever it takes to keep the engineer from finding out, even if it means withdrawing from his newfound family. But as the Avengers prepare for a team bonding ski trip, Stephen is forced to confront why he is so convinced he is better off alone and maybe, just maybe, begin to move past it.
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misshiraethsworld · 8 months
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SIGNS OF LIFE ━ steve rogers ✪
Amelia Nilson looked to the future, all the advances humanity could make, and how little people knew of the evolving world. A concept she had learned young and had stuck with her through her childhood to adult life as she applied it everywhere she could— from her time at S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy to work in the field alongside her fellow agents. Amelia never ceased her positive outlook on the future, and her present only appeared to propel her to the next best thing. However, she didn't expect a new threat to Earth to come with a promotion, new assignment, and timeless complication that left her intrigued. When the tech analyst is sent to retrieve the man out of time, her reality shifts into a new perspective as her mission objective morphs into something new: keep him safe. Steve Rogers looked to the past, all its lessons for humanity, and how easily people could forget. A concept that had been ingrained in his bones as he woke up to a modern world that had moved on without him—from returning to life as a civilian to being called upon to act as the trained soldier he was. Steve had ceased viewing the world as before, and his present left him chasing for answers to unknown questions. However, the man did not expect a new war to require his fortitude again as he was called upon to serve his country against a foreign enemy. When the soldier meets the girl behind the screen, his perspective shifts as he learns a new way to live and gains a new goal: to keep her safe. The past and future collide and morph into something unrecognizable as both Amelia Nilson and Steve Rogers learn to navigate and exist in the recent present. A present full of untold threats and horrors while holding some of life's greatest joys and triumphs. The crippling history that follows Agent Nilson as her perspective on her past shifts along with her dreams for her future. The new time that Captain America learns to accept as the world changes, and he lets go of the past that haunts his soul. In an unfamiliar situation, the Agent and her Captain search for life's many lessons and what it means to be human in a world that grows smaller in an expanding universe.
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cjbourque3321 · 9 months
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Moon & Stars - I Can't Begin to Tell You (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1363193146-moon-stars-i-can%27t-begin-to-tell-you?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=JordynBBarnes&wp_originator=6I4QArgwdRcJdiAMeG7OQOXEA7pbjGTO2m46cUtXAqAch0WgBHCTNFeqUpDJOr33vUPTlWkhsmc%2BWuiA4i3boSoCy9HjHqIwUh5Kr5M1%2FdOcv9ja%2BshL7JlYv0w9flUe You look...happy? Bucky leaves Wakanda and returns to the States to try to figure out life again. Sydney is a newer member of the team that Steve hopes will help Bucky. Can he adjust to life after his time with HYDRA? **New chapters posted every Sunday** (AU/not canon compliant)
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mckiwi · 1 year
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Whumptober 2022 Day 8: Stomach Pain
Characters: Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer, Wong
Summary: The toll of magic is different for everyone. Apparently for Stephen, it means a change of diet.
Ugh. He knew he shouldn't have gone back for a second helping. Stomach full and content, Stephen threw his breakfast bowl in the sink to wash later. He plopped into his favorite chair and took out the book he had been reading. He hadn't gotten through three paragraphs before the Sanctum rumbled in warning. Something was wrong. A light flickered in the hallway, then a little further. Trusting the Sanctum to lead him, Stephen followed the flickering lights to the relic room. He immediately saw the problem.
A vase was shattered on the floor with a black cloud surrounding it… demons… an amazing start to his day. The black cloud quickly formed snarling faces, all of them chanting we're free, we will reign yet again, we have escaped, and other victorious cries. "Oh no you don't," Stephen said and cast the Shield of the Seraphim around the unwanted guests. They, of course, didn't appreciate it as they immediately started clawing at the golden runes caging them. He then fastened the vase back together and trapped the demons back inside. Not a permanent fix, but long enough for him to find a better containment.
Stephen lightly clutched his stomach as a sudden wave of nausea rolled over him. That wasn't even a taxing spell? Why would he be feeling affects? Perhaps it's just because he recently ate. Yes, that had to be it. His stomach just hadn't digested the food yet.
Later that day, Stephen only took about five bites of his pizza before his heart started to burn and his gut twisted. What was going on? Two instances in one day? He was healthy, wasn't he? He felt the best he had in years. He wasn't diabetic or at risk for most medical emergencies. Maybe it was time he called in that favor with Christine.
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"Check again," Stephen demanded.
"I can check again all you want me to but the fact still remains you have a stomach ulcer," Christine explained, slightly sympathetic. "There's multiple reasons a stomach ulcer can appear, there's-"
Stephen raised a hand to stop her, "I know, Christine. Thank you, but I'm aware of the causes as well. I've still got a doctorate, not that anyone cares."
Christine sighed, "you know I didn't mean it like that. What do you think caused it, then?"
Stephen returned the sigh, "the only thing I can think of is-"
He opened the fridge and immediately gagged as he saw its contents, "Wong! Please tell me there's a perfectly good explanation for why there's eyeballs in the fridge!"
Wong meandered to where Stephen was and made a small noise of realization, "so that's where those went."
"Why are they in there?" Stephen asked. "That's gotta be at least twelve biohazards."
"Magic," Wong answered and opened the jar.
"Magic?" He repeated, watching as Wong snatched an eye from the jar, "for what? Potions? Spells?"
Wong popped the eyeball in his mouth like a grape, "for a snack." Stephen heaved.
"Crap," Stephen groaned.
"Crap? What's that mean? You need to take a crap?" Christine asked.
"What? No. Well… yes, but that's not what this is about," Stephen deflected. "Magic takes a toll. That's why we have relics to take the strain our bodies can't. That's not to say the body doesn't get away scot-free, though. The toll can take many forms as it changes your biology to be a better conduit for magic. It can affect the blood, brain, eyes, lungs, ears, and even the stomach."
"What's that mean for you then? You'll have stomach ulcers from now on?" Christine asked worriedly.
Stephen shrugged, "I don't know. I'll ask Wong about it. He should know. It's probably nothing serious."
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"I'm perfectly serious, Stephen. Your stomach can't tolerate human food anymore," Wong explained.
Stephen pinched the bridge of his nose, "this can't be happening."
Wong laid a hand on his shoulder, "it's alright. You'll just have a slight change in diet. The other sorcerers who have a similar toll have adapted. So will you."
"I don't wanna eat eyeballs, Wong! I live in New York City! I want to eat pizza, french fries, and all the other greasy foods that'll shave at least twenty years off my life!" Stephen protested. "What if I ate human food anyway? I'm used to pain, I can deal with heartburn if that means no interdimensional… whatever is gonna enter my stomach."
Wong pressed his lips together, "I assure you the food isn't that bad. You can still eat salad, it'll just be lettuce from another dimension. As for eating human food, you still can, it'll upset your stomach and give you bad reactions. Similar to someone who's lactose intolerant. You're just human-food intolerant."
Stephen dropped his head on the table. A moment later, he heard a click beside him as Wong set down a bowl. It almost looked like spaghetti, but Stephen wasn't fooled. "What's in this? Alien intestines? Bug guts?"
"Pasta, meat, and sauce," Wong deadpanned. "From the Elysium dimension. Grains and fruits grown from the Elysian Fields. Meat straight from the Farm." Wong pushed the bowl to Stephen's elbow.
It did smell quite pleasing, far better than the sandwich he tried to choke down earlier. Stephen stared at the bowl incredulously, then at Wong. His stomach growled. "If this kills me, I guarantee you I will come back to haunt your every waking moment." Stephen twirled some noodles onto his fork, raised it to his mouth, and took a bite. The flavor exploded in his mouth so suddenly and-
Oh.
That actually wasn't half bad. A bit more of a herbal taste than spaghetti normally had, but not bad.
Wong smirked at Stephen's surprised face, "told you."
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When tomorrow starts without me
A/N: This is a one-shot for the absolutely brilliant @heavenlybarnes and her writing challenge, In love verse. It was HARD to narrow down to a single poem, because I am a whore for poems and classic novels, so this truly sent me spiraling. Alas, I finally decided on one – the completely heartbreaking poem, If tomorrow starts without me by David Romano (which will be in its entirety at the end of this story). I hope y’all will like it as much as I do and go give the amazing Layla some love for her FANTASTIC writing.
Remember, feedback feeds the soul and requests are always open – there are no limits, because I am me and have none. You can donate to my Ko-Fi here, and I’ll write you a personalized drabble, oneshot or multi-chapter fic depending on what you donate!
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader  
Warnings: Angst with a touch (like teeny tiny) of fluff, mentions of death
Wordcount: 1.438
 If tomorrow starts without me
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 Bucky had known pain long before he understood it – along with the rise and fall of beauty and youth, that came and went as quickly as the sun would rise and set. He had been alone for most of a lifetime, if not two, and then he found you.
You were a daisy, sprouting stubbornly in the cracks of asphalt and not bothered by the winds of change. You had smiled at him, and he felt like his mind suddenly mirrored his looks; he was no longer a man of constant sorrow and wilting, faltering mind in comparison to his youthful looks. He was understood and loved and had been loved for years by you.
He laid on his back, rubble and smoke around him and felt oddly at ease, despite the slow and steady wet, warm spot that formed into a crimson lake drop by drop. He knew now that he wouldn’t have a tomorrow. He wouldn’t see her eyes again, the slow burning and yearning behind them.  
He could hear the crackle of Sam’s voice in his ear, but he was deaf to it now; only occupied by the thoughts of you.
He heard the thundering of feet running to him and he turned his head to see you, eyes wild and wet as you descended to your knees next to him, breath quick and tears mixing a strange saltiness to the pool under him. Your hands were frantic on the wound, but he simply put his hands over yours, stilling your movements. He had never promised you a tomorrow, and now, today would be the last. Despite his years and life lived, as he watched the tears streamed down your face, mixing with dust and blood on your cheek, he wished to relive yesterday, just for a moment more, wished he’d be able to say goodbye, kiss you and maybe even see you smile. You were mumbling words, he didn’t hear anymore – he wished you didn’t have to cry over him. He hated goodbyes. His mind turned to the many things he never got to say, the love he never truly expressed enough for you. He knew as you knew that he loved you just the same as you loved him, and that seemed, for a moment, like it was enough. Now, as he slowly felt more and more tired and weak, it wasn’t nearly enough. For all the life he lived, now he thought he didn’t want to die.
Your hands shook under his and he smiled an unsteady smile at you; you sobbed soundlessly now, your eyes full of the same sorrow he had felt before he knew you and he wished he could take it from you. If he could, he’d carry your sorrow and pain without thinking twice about it. It was his plight in this life that he would never be able to take this pain. He didn’t want to leave you, thinking it simply impossible to rest somewhere without you with him.
He thought of the yesterdays, the years gone by and by, the good and the bad; the love they had shared. He feared that emptiness and memories would take his place and a rush of already missing worldly things came over him as a wave of cool, ocean water. But it was his time, as it should have been 70 years ago, and death caught up to him – ironically, it did at the same time as he ran from it. Now, he didn’t want to die, he didn’t want to leave and the last few years he had been running towards life with death at his heels. He knew it would come to this.
He couldn’t feel your hands on him anymore or see your face clearly, all of it fading away as the silence grew heavy. He saw Steve, a hand outstretched to him and the soft promise, that there would be no longing for the past there. He took his hand and before he walked away with his old friend, he looked back at you, hugging his lifeless body tightly to your own, sobs raking your body as you screamed for him. His heart was heavy with sorrow and a tear spilled over. He wanted to tell you that though tomorrow would start without him, an angel came to take his hand, that somewhere else was where he should be now – as much as he wanted to stay, he had outlived himself for too many years. No, he had never wanted you to experience this. He only wanted good for you, the life of you to be surrounded by gentle touch and laughter, not in a cold, empty warehouse hugging a body that would never hug you back. Steve turned to him with a smile and his words rang in his head, not ears, as he said that eternity starts today, that he was forgiven and at last, he was free. Free. Free from the eternal guilt that raked his body, free from nightmares, but also free from you; a sacrifice he had never wanted to make.
His heart was warm and soft, as if gentle winds lifted him through clouds, and the thoughts of you became a warm memory, not a sorrow and grief for what might’ve been as he followed his old friend to newer, permanent places. He thought so hard as he walked, he hoped you’d hear him. When tomorrow starts without me, don’t think we’re far apart, for every time you think of me, I’m right here in your heart.  
He would miss you. He looked to you as your years passed, your hair growing grayer and smile fonder, the memory of him now a reprieve, not a pain. You had a family and Sam came by once a month to visit Bucky as he laid forever still under soil and grass, cobwebs tenting his head; the stone was always cared for and the daisy, he had known you to be like, forced its way through the ground at the base of the stone, almost as a solid proof of where his heart laid as his physical body slept forever.
It felt like only yesterday he had said goodbye, when you joined him and your new tomorrow would start.
 If tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not here to see, If the sun should rise you find your eyes all filled with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn’t cry the way you did today, While thinking of the many things we didn’t get to say. I know how much you love me, as much as I love you And each time that you think of me, I know you’ll miss me too. But when tomorrow starts without me please try to understand, That an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand. He said my place was ready, in heaven far above And that I’d have to leave behind all those I dearly love. But as I turned and walked away a tear fell from my eye. For all my life I’d always thought, I didn’t want to die. I had so much to live for, so much left yet to do. It seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you. I thought of all the yesterdays the good ones and the bad. I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had. If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while, I’d say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile. But then I fully realized that this could never be, For emptiness and memories would take the place of me. When I thought of worldly things I might miss come tomorrow I thought of you and when I did my heart was filled with sorrow. When I walked through heavens gates I felt so much at home. God looked down and smiled at me from his great golden throne He said, “This is eternity and all I’ve promised you” Today your life on earth has passed but here life starts anew. I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last And since each day is the same there’s no longing for the past. You have been so faithful so trusting and so true. Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn’t do. You have been forgiven and now at last you’re free. So won’t you come and take my hand and share my life with me? So when tomorrow starts without me don’t think we’re far apart, For every time you think of me, I’m right here in your heart.
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zep-writings · 2 years
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CHAPTER TWENTY.
Summary: It’s Christmas and maybe it’s time for Steve and Arlo to relax for a bit.
Warnings: Bad words, anger, blood, injuries.
Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Arlo Stark.
Notes: I do not own any of the characters present in this story, except for Arlo Stark, an original character. This is pure fiction.
Thank you so much to my beta @iluvsumbucky​ for the suggestion and the readproofing
Please give me some feedback, even just a small comment is really appreciated!
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Steve was pacing back and forth. He couldn’t stand still and had headed off quickly to the med bay as soon as Dylan and Arlo had been set in it. He had tried to argue with Bruce, but the doctor didn’t want to hear anything. Steve hated knowing Arlo was hurt, he hated imagining what those men had done to her but what he hated the most was that he hadn’t been able to protect her from all that.
“Would you stop pacing and just seat down?!” Clint’s voice suddenly raised from the chair he was sitting in a few meters away from the Captain.
Steve looked up at him, shoulders tensed. “How can you be so calm?”
“Because she’s gonna be okay. She’s tough.” Clint simply shrugged.
Steve was about to answer, slowly losing his patience, when Bruce walked out of the room, tablet in his hand. The doctor didn’t have the time to raise his head to look at the Avengers when Steve walked up to him.
“How is she?” Steve asked, his voice filled with worries.
“She’ll be fine. Arlo has a few broken ribs, as well as her left wrist and many bruises and cuts, but she’ll make it through. The fact that she has serum running through her veins should help her to heal faster. She’s a little weak but I put her under IV.” Smart Hulk explained and Steve let out a sigh of relief. “I’m a little more concerned about Dylan though. He’s weak, very weak and I’m even wondering how he managed to survive that long. He’s severely underweight and has a lot of broken bones. He’ll need time to recover, probably lots of time.” He continued to explain as Clint and Steve nodded. “They’re both sedated right now, and they need to rest.”
“I need to see her,” Steve replied and Bruce hesitated a few seconds before nodding.
The soldier made his way into the room and looked at his girl, laying in a bed, her face covered with bruises and suddenly he felt like he was going to be sick. Maybe he should have killed the bastards who did that to her. Steve knew the risk with their jobs; he knew what being an Avengers meant but never in a million years did he want his girl to end up like this. He sighed, rubbing his hand on his face. He was tired, exhausted even but there was no way he would leave her side.
Steve dropped into the chair next to her bed, after quickly glancing at Dylan who was laying in the bed next to Arlo’s. He really didn’t look good, but Steve was glad he was alive. The soldier reached out to take Arlo’s hand in his and gently pressed a kiss on it before dropping his forehead against the back of it. She’s going to be okay, Steve’s mind kept on repeating and once she will recover, they would finally get to start their life together.
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There was something heavy resting on her hand, but this was nothing compared to how she felt. Arlo’s body was aching and every ounce of it felt like it had been punctured by thousands of needles. Everything was hurting. Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the light in the room before they stopped on what was weighing on her hand. Steve. He was there, sitting in a chair by her bed, his head pressed to her hand, asleep. She smiled gently, and turned slightly, letting out a low painful groan before reaching for his cheek with her other hand. He had found her, they had found them.
While the memories of the past few hours flowed through her brain, she quickly glanced at the bed next to hers. Dylan. He was alive. He was here and before she could stop it, tears started to run down her face in relief. After so many months of looking for him, he was finally back by her side and at that moment all Arlo wanted to do was to hug him but her body was too painful to move. She let out a sob that slowly woke up Steve who raised his head to look at her, frowning.
“Baby… Hey, hey, you’re safe…” Steve whispered, standing up and sitting by the side of her bed to come and stroke her cheek.
“How… How is he?” Arlo asked, her eyes falling into Steve’s.
“He’s…” The soldier bit his lips, looking for the right words. “He’s lucky to be alive according to Bruce. He has been through a lot, and he doesn’t have the super serum to help him heal like you do.”
Arlo nodded, her eyes switching back to her best friend a few seconds before turning back to her soldier. She couldn’t even express how glad she was that he was here, next to her.
“How did you find us?” Stark wondered, her hand grabbing Steve’s.
“Friday,” Steve simply answered.
“How long?”
“Three weeks…” Steve looked down. “I’m so sorry we didn’t find you sooner. I never should have let you go alone in that warehouse, we should ha…”
“Hey, hey stop that.” Arlo cut him off, sitting up with a wince of pain. “Look at me.” Steve looked up at her, his eyes landing on her beautiful eyes. “This isn’t your fault. None of it is. I insisted on doing it my way. And I’m okay. You found me, that’s all that matters, okay?”
Steve sighed, nodding while his eyes filled with tears. Arlo gently smiled and got closer to him before gently pressing her lips to his. God how much they missed each other, how much they missed this. He closed his eyes, cupping her face with his hands, and extended their kiss. He stepped away only when a soft groan of pain escaped his girl’s lips.
“Sorry. I love kissing you but right now my face hurts.” Arlo chuckled but quickly stopped letting out another moan of pain. “Yeah, let’s not laugh either.” She added slowly laying back down in her bed.
“Just get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Arlo nodded again, grabbing Steve’s hand back in hers, and in seconds, she was out again. He looked at her sleeping, thankful she had the serum running through her veins. He couldn’t help but think that things could be a lot worse if she didn’t.
“How is she doing?” Steve heard Wanda’s voice asking from behind and he shot her a quick smile.
“Tired, in pain, but she’ll make it, that’s what matters,” Steve explained, turning back to look at Arlo’s face.
“She’s strong.”
“She definitely is.”
Wanda dropped her hand on Steve’s shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze before she glanced at the other man in the room.
“Has he woken up yet?” The redhead asked a tint of doubt in her voice.
“No. I don’t think he will for a few hours. Why?” Steve wondered, observing his friend’s face and noticing some worry on it.
“Are we sure he is who he says he is?” Wanda inquired not taking her eyes off of Dylan’s face.
“I don’t know. But Arlo believes him, and I trust her. I mean he clearly went through a lot, and I don’t think he is a threat to any of us.” Steve explained calmly. “We arrested the other one, the one from our Earth I guess.”
Wanda nodded, giving another squeeze to Steve’s shoulder and she left the room. Steve kept his eyes on Dylan’s face. He wasn’t sure either, he didn’t know the guy, but Steve always believed in people, and he surely believed in Arlo. So, if she trusted the man asleep in the bed next to her, so did he, and that was enough for him. Plus, Dylan was clearly not in a shape to do anything against them, especially not with a few Avengers around.
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It went like this for a few days. Arlo would wake up, talk with a few people for an hour or two and fall back asleep. However, Bruce seemed positive she would recover completely, and it made Steve relax a little. Dylan was healing too; it was slower but he had finally opened his eyes after three days of being completely out. At first, he had panicked, not recognising anything around him and it was only when Arlo’s voice had raised from the bed next to him that he had calmed down, the fear in his eyes fading a little. If Arlo could stay awake a few hours at a time, it wasn’t the same deal for Dylan who could only manage a few minutes here and there. Bruce had administered more sedatives to help him sleep better and recover faster.
After a few days, Bucky and Sam had joined Steve, Wanda, and Bruce at the compound. Rhodey had gone back to work in Washington DC and Clint was back home to spend the holidays with his family. Christmas was just around the corner and, even if Steve wasn’t sure he was in the mood to celebrate it, on the 24th morning, he had no choice but to endure Bucky and Sam both singing loudly to Christmas music in the living room. He had chuckled watching them both bicker like an old couple before making a cup of hot chocolate for Arlo and Dylan.
When he entered the med bay with the cup in his hand Arlo and Dylan were both awake. The girl was apparently feeling better, sitting next to her best friend on his bed, her hand holding one of his, their fingers intertwined. Steve couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at the sight of this scene, even if he knew what Dylan meant to Arlo.
“Good morning. I brought you some hot chocolate, I thought you might enjoy it.” Steve handed them each a cup and dropped a quick peck on his girl’s lips.
“Thanks, Captain.” Dylan sat up as best as he could, grabbing the cup.
“Please, call me Steve.”
He was broken, so broken that even without knowing him Steve could see it. Yet the young man managed to offer him a small smile.
“Friday, what day is it?” Arlo suddenly requested, the smell of fresh cookies hitting her nostrils.
“It’s the 24th of December, Miss Stark.”
“Oh my god… It’s Christmas.” Arlo exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She turned to Steve.
“Because it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you and Dylan get better.” Steve explained but he couldn’t hold a small grin at Arlo’s excitement.
“I’m fine, Steve. A lot better.”
“Yeah, but you still need to stay in bed. You shouldn’t even be in that bed right now.” Steve added showing Dylan’s bed on which she was sitting. “You should be over there, resting.” He added, pointing to her bed a few meters away.
“Babe, I know you worried, but I’m feeling a lot better,” Arlo reassured him, grabbing his hand in hers and stroking it with her thumb. And when she gave her one of those looks, Steve knew he would give her the world. He was in deep.
“Fine. Just be careful.” Steve gave in, kissing her forehead, and turned to Dylan. “How are you feeling?”
Dylan shrugged. “Okay, I guess. Bruce says I was lucky you found me when you did…”
“You’re safe now. And I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” Arlo whispered to her best friend, her face still betraying the guilt she felt.
A few hours later, Arlo was sitting on the couch in the living room, next to Dylan who was glad to be out of the med bay for a bit. It had taken some persuasion but after a while, Arlo had managed to convince Steve to help her and Dylan join the rest of them for some Christmas fun by the fireplace. He had tried to tell her it wasn’t a good idea, that Bruce probably wouldn’t agree but damn she was stubborn sometimes. Finally giving in, and after making sure Bruce was okay with it, he helped Dylan to the living room, Arlo walking fine on her own even if he didn’t let her out of his sight for a second. He had helped the young man sit on the couch, a perfusion still stuck onto his arm and Arlo had settled by his side, taking his hand in hers as they exchanged a smile.
They had been through a lot together, even before all the mafia fiasco, Steve knew that but, once again, he felt a pinch of jealousy as the voice in his head kept on reminding him he had never been the first choice.
“She loves you.” Steve jumped a little, his best friend’s voice whispering those words in his ear.
“I know…”
“Why are you so tense then?” Bucky added, gently squeezing Steve’s shoulder who shrugged. “They’ve been through a lot together. They have a strong bond, but that doesn’t mean it will change anything between you and Arlo.”
“I know,” Steve repeated.
“Then tell it to your face.” Bucky chuckled. “Relax pal. Go sit with her and enjoy Christmas, okay?”
Steve took a deep breath and went to sit by Arlo who immediately snuggled against him.
“You okay?” Stark wondered, her eyes meeting with his.
“Better since you’re back,” Steve confessed, dropping a kiss on her lips.
“Wait a second. When did this happen?” Sam interrupted, pointing at Steve and Arlo. “I’m gone, for what… A few months chasing super soldiers and this happens.”
Arlo felt her cheeks blushing as she noticed Steve scratching the back of his neck letting out a chuckle.
“Actually, it happened before that,” Steve revealed.
“And where you ever gonna tell me?” Sam frowned, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Yeah but… Well, you were busy and so were we.” Steve continued.
“I’m surprised Bucky didn’t tell you. He can’t keep a secret.” Arlo smirked, looking at the soldier who looked falsely offended.
“Hey, I can keep a secret.” Bucky defended himself.
“Next time, let a brother know, yeah?” Sam slapped his hand on Bucky’s back who groaned loudly and shook his head.
“It’s not even that big of a deal.” Steve stammered a little uncomfortable that his private life was at the center of attention.
Steve was used to it when he would hang out with Natasha or with Bucky, but having an open conversation with a few people around was not his favorite thing.
“Punk finally got the girl.” Bucky winked at Steve who let out a groan, dropping his head against the back of the couch.
“Just a couple of punks in love then, huh?” Arlo whispered in Steve’s ear so he was the only one who could hear her.
The soldier's lips spread into a proud grin as he turned to face her. God she was gorgeous when she smiled like this, he thought, before closing the space between them and kissing her gently. They both pulled away when Bucky, acting like a kid with Sam, hissed a little.
“Let her breathe, Stevie,” Bucky smirked
“Don’t be jealous, Buck. Maybe she’s got a friend.” Steve teased, turning to face his best friend, a proud smile on his lips as Sam, Arlo, and Dylan let out a laugh.
“Punk.”
“Jerk.”
Just like that, Steve and Bucky were taken back in the 1940s, when times were simpler, and they smiled at each other.
“Alright, who’s ready to celebrate Christmas?” Hulk declared entering the room, his hands full of food and drinks. “Although, you two may need to go slow on the food and drink.” He added pointing to Dylan and Arlo who both nodded.
Steve, Bucky, Sam, Arlo, Dylan, Wanda, and Hulk celebrated Christmas in a good joyful spirit, eating good food, drinking (a lot for some of them) and for a moment Arlo felt right at home with all of them.
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Dylan had been the first one to call it a night after a few hours and had been helped by Steve and Bucky back to his bed in the med bay. After a few more hours, all the others had left the living room, one by one, and now Arlo was sitting on the couch with Steve. The soldier was laying there, Arlo on top of him as he stroked her back gently and, truth was, she didn’t want to leave.
“I have something for you,” Steve said softly, Arlo pressing her chin against his chest to look at him.
“Really? I don’t have anything, Steve…” Stark said, frowning slightly. She didn’t like the idea that he got her a gift when she didn’t have one for him.
“It’s okay. I don’t care.” The soldier said, pushing her gently so they both sat up on the couch. “Stay here.”
Steve walked out of the room, to his quarter and grabbed the little box he had hidden in his nightstand for a few months now. He quickly came back, finding Arlo still sitting on the couch, eating one of the last chocolates from the box placed on the table. He settled by her side and handed her the small box. Arlo frowned, slowly taking it from his hand and opening it. Her hand flew to her mouth and immediately her eyes filled with tears.
“Steve…” Arlo mumbled.
“I wanted to give it to you months ago, but you were staying with Pepper and Morgan, and with everything that happened after that I just… I don’t know I never felt like it was the right time.” Steve explained a little awkwardly.
Laying in the box was a small silver necklace representing her dad’s arc reactor with a small blue gem in the middle. Arlo couldn’t find the words to express how she felt.
“If you don’t like it we can…”
“No. No, I love it, Stevie.” Arlo cut him off, a tear running down her face.
She sat up a little more and wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her hips, stroking her back.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” Steve whispered in her ear.
Arlo pulled away and gently dropped her lips to his before turning around, pushing her hair out of the way and letting him attach the necklace around her neck. Once he had done it, he pressed a soft kiss to her neck and she turned back to face him, her eyes still filled with emotion as she ran her finger on the small arc reactor now resting on her chest.
“Thank you…”
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Chapter twenty-one
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