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Bat Shit Crazy. (Part 2)

Bucky Barnes x Reader Fic

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: language, sub/dom dynamic, large age gap, smut, praise kink. Reader has bpd, and a personality switch takes place. Bucky cusses you out in Russian. All the good stuff.

Summary: Your first mission together in a while doesn't exactly go as you expected it to.

Notes: This fic is dark, and it only gets darker. This is more Winter Soldier Bucky in terms of behavioral traits and dynamics with other characters. This is not a soft lovey dovey style fic, and if that bothers you DO NOT READ.

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You savor Bucky being home, home, as if you can call it that without a guilty conscience. Your trigger finger is itching by the time you’re assigned a new mission, but you’re disappointed to find that its only recon, and it’s in harsh winter terrain.

Your black tactical gear has been switched for white, a thick winter coat and light colored combat boots. The air is crisp, stinging the tip of your nose every time you inhale. You hate recon, and you hate whatever country this is, Russia maybe? You have a bad habit of not paying attention during mission briefings. You are not the brains in this equation. More like a secret weapon hidden in a small frame, so as you find a million ways to distract yourself, Bucky soaks up the details like a sponge.

Your short attention span does bother him, one day it can cost you your life if you aren’t careful. But the dynamic between you tends to work with it, he gives you a shorter version on the way to the drop sight, and you have signals assigned between each other as code. You can never ignore a signal. That’s the deal between you. It’s all fun and games until you take it too far, he has warned you so many times that it will cost you everything.

I will not let you kill me and yourself by being reckless, the warning replays in your head and it sends a shiver down your spine, you reach to grab his arm, struggling to keep up with his pace.

“Bucky,” You smile, a little breathless. “I’m dying here.”

“You’re fine.” He says, “Tighten up.”

This is who he is, traces of his training are hidden in everything he does, his life before this making him cold and rough around the edges. But here, stalking through the snow, like a predator searching for prey, you can sense how dangerous he really is. There are traces of the winter soldier still in him, and it concerns him to know that it excites you. Those rough edges will do more than cut you one day, but for now, he is no more dangerous to you than a guard dog to its owner, loyal, trusting. You know he will die before he lets you get hurt.

You trust him, so you tighten up, fighting through the burn in your thighs as you continue uphill for what feels like hours. The hike only takes about two before he’s signaling you to stop, his footsteps stopping abruptly.

You hear nothing, but as you look up at his face, you know he senses something. He starts to crouch, you follow his lead until you’re both belly down in the snow. He sets up the rifle that was hanging on his shoulder, using it to survey the area.

“What is it?” You’re close enough to talk into his ear, voice barely audible in the air around you.

“This is a high traffic area,” His voice is so low, the thickness of it making it hard to hear. You strain, faces touching, “Their camp must be close.” They, you weren’t sure who, that’s the whole point of this. “Mark these coordinates. We have to move soon.”

You reach into his coat pocket, slowly, pulling out the sat nav Tony had designed for the team, marking your coordinates, entering a note of high traffic, before returning it to his pocket.

Bucky must feel sure of himself, because he turns his head to you now, lips almost touching as he says, “Remember your training, what do you see?”

You want to kiss him, a few stray strands of hair fall over his forehead, the fur lining of his coat hood makes him look so much younger, normal, as if you weren’t on a recon mission in the snow. A young couple going on a camping trip, a winter hike in the woods to get away from your busy lives.

But then you look into his eyes, dark, cold, a trained soldier focused on the task at hand, and you know he would kill you himself if you tried to distract him.

So you turn your head, looking at the trees in front of you. He watches you as you say, “A disadvantage.” And you swear you see the corner of his lips twitch up in a smile.

“Good girl.” Then he’s sitting up, slowly. “We’ll have to go around, find higher ground.” He extends a hand to you, you take it, and he pulls you up out of the snow. “Keep your eyes moving.” You're shocked at his change in attitude, an unfamiliar gentleness in his tone.

You don’t remember the last time he seemed so carefree on a mission like this. It must be a lighter feeling compared to what he just went through with Steve, but he has never let his guard down so much with you. He is always on edge, expecting you to fuck up somehow.

But he seems to trust you here, or maybe he’s testing you. Either way, you’re grateful for it. You don’t feel like you’re walking on eggshells, he trusts you, and that means more than he can know.

You think he senses it, his eyes lighter when you stand.

He wants you, you recognize this stance, that stare, there are memories floating behind his eyes, his seemingly innocent touch isn’t so innocent, his hand lingering, hesitating to let you go.

But you’re too exposed here, the reality of your situation setting in and ruining the moment as flurries of snow fall between you. A smile breaks across your face, pulling your hand from his to catch a snowflake.

“We need to move.” He’s back, your window of opportunity has closed, shoving your shoulder to force you backwards, you turn, walking away from the spot you had just laid in the snow, away from the moment you just shared.

He lets you lead, you aren’t sure why, his eyes watching your every move. But it doesn’t feel invasive, doesn’t feel threatening at all. It feels protective, guiding. You embrace this dynamic.

It is hard for him to let you be yourself sometimes. Aloof, just a young girl still trying to navigate the world compared to his hardened persona. A part of him knows he is ruining you, exposing you to a darkness you would have never known if you hadn’t become so close. Your life was troubled before him, but he knows he is only fueling the fire, teaching you to dance along with the flames, teaching you to embrace the pain of the burn.

But you don’t seem to notice it yet, and he couldn’t ever find it in himself to let you be. So you stay this way, wild, careless, continuously dancing on the edge. Because he is there to catch you, even if he is the reason you fall.

But most of the time, you take yourself there, filled with an anger he hasn’t helped you control yet, a recklessness that comes from a hard life, not caring what happens, needing a thrill to make it all worth it.

Like right now, a lapse in judgment, a fallen log up ahead, you jump on it, trying to balance, but it collapses under your weight, the sound of wood cracking echoes into the air around you, no doubt traveling for miles.

You freeze, knowing you fucked up, knowing that if you get out of this alive, you will be tortured for this mistake. But you don’t really have time to think about the consequences, Bucky is grabbing you by the hood of your coat, pulling you into a run.

It’s choaking you, the zipper digging into your skin, but you don’t dare complain, letting him pull you as you run, stopping when you’ve reached a good distance. He pushes you against a tree, thick enough to cover you, then presses himself in front of you, shielding you both.

His jaw is clenched, breathing erratic as he tries to calm himself, there’s an anger in his eyes that you know will come with a harsh punishment later. You wait there, minutes go by, no one comes. And as soon as he knows it’s clear, his anger is directed at you.

“How stupid can you be?” His voice is strained, trying to control his volume.

“Oh please, we’re fine!”

He clamps your mouth with his hand, “Заткнись.” Shut the fuck up. He hardly ever speaks in Russian to you, he taught you in case of emergency, but you know this is only a display of anger, “Вам повезло, что вы живы.” You are lucky to be alive.

And just like that, the good feeling is gone. The trust, the security, everything that made this feel easy, gone. You shove his hand away, trying your hardest to bite down your own anger. How silly of you to think that this would be different, that you could lighten up and enjoy his good mood.

You say nothing else, watching as he pulls out the sat nav, marking your location and making a note.

Your cheeks are hot, with mostly embarrassment, watching him struggle to control his anger.

You almost compromised the entire mission, taking it too far, searching for the wrong kind of thrills. The only excitement you are allowed here, with a man like him, is from squeezing a trigger.

His eyes burn into you as you hold your hand out, not asking, demanding to take his riffle. If there is anything he can trust in you, it is your anger, allowing your darkness to consume you and help you push through. He knows he doesn’t have to worry about anything else happening, allowing you to take it.

It feels cold, heavy, a physical translation of the burden that sits on your shoulders.

You are not just a girl anymore. You are a trained soldier, you are a weapon.

This is where you will find your purpose. This is where you will find all the thrill you will ever know. This is what he wants you to be.

Bucky leads you deeper into the woods, the trees becoming taller, thicker, the change in terrain tells you that you are closer to their base, the uphill hike turning into flat ground. Your disadvantage is lost, eyes scanning the trees for movement, for traces of life.

Before long, you hear it, voices, only a few meters ahead of you. A watch post no doubt. Bucky raises a closed fist, signaling you to stop. You freeze. Rifle raised to scope the area. You can not see them, but the fact that they are close enough to hear makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

He holds two fingers up, waving them in a circular motion, signaling you to go around. It’s a simple maneuver, one that you’ve done many times. It feels like muscle memory, you nod to him, side stepping through the snow to circle around the area. You’re light on your feet, securing the rifle to your back, footsteps silent as you follow the sound of their voices.

Three men, armed with assault rifles, military grade. They are camouflaged, it takes you a moment to spot them. And in the distance, beside a tree, you see Bucky, eyes locking. He marks your coordinates, then signals you to keep moving.

A few feet out, when their voices start to fade, you circle back, taking a moment to find cover behind a tree, making sure it is clear before you speak. “There will be more of them.”

“I know,” You can barely see his eyes from under your hood, but his voice tells you he is tense, “We need to find a vantage point to stake out.”

You take your rifle in hand, following him through the trees. The snow feels more compact here, walked on over and over, another heavy foot traffic area. You are close, too close. Your pace is slow, cautious as you search for any vantage point. A slight hill, no doubt used as a watch post, You watch as Bucky reaches down to pull a knife from his ankle, arming himself in case of an encounter.

But to your luck, no one is there to greet you when you reach the top of the hill.

You’re quick to set up a stake out post, unloading the pack you brought with you, setting up a scope on your riffle. Bucky pulls out and energy bar, opening the wrapper and handing it to you. You lay flat on your belly, taking an occasional bite, until you find a foot soldier, about a hundred yards out.

You follow him, you can feel Bucky watching as you shift to the right, he leads you right to their base, a small camp with two tents and a fire. There are two ATV’s parked to the far left of their camp, a group of foot soldiers guarding each tent.

“I’ve got them.” You scoot back, giving him room to take his spot so that he can see for himself.

You watch as he lays flat as a board, settling in to where you’ve positioned the rifle. You dig into your pack, pulling out the canteen you brought, taking a sip of water.

“Good girl.” The praise does nothing to excite you, not after earlier, you simply watch him in silence. “Let me take first watch, use the sat nav to make a map.”

You reach into his pocket, retrieving the device. Inside your pack, pen and paper, an old school style of marking your territory. But you realize you may need it on case you two are ever separated, in case you need a backup plan. You do your very best, marking your stake out post first, then a hundred yard out as you have just discovered, their base. You mark the exact coordinates of where you are, and of where you found the first watch post.

By the time you are done, your energy bar is done, the water a quarter gone. You tap his side, “What do you see?”

“There must be another watch post twenty-five yards out in the opposite direction,” He points with two fingers. “They switch out in groups of three, but it seems to be at alternating times from the other post we first saw.”

“You should go find out, I’ll stay here and keep watch.” He looks at you then, his face is expressionless, you can’t read him, but you know he’s thinking something. “I’ll be fine, we have a job to do.”

He sits up, letting you take back your post. He fills up on an energy bar and takes a few sips of water while he goes over the map you made for him. You burned a lot of energy hiking up hill, the first thing he ever taught you was to conserve your energy, always refuel as soon as you are safe.

His hand on your shoulder, crouching to look at you. “Don’t move from this spot.” That darkness in his eyes return, a promise to let the world burn if something happens to you. He rests his forehead against yours, a goodbye, a promise to return, and that if he doesn’t he died trying.

Nothing else matters in a moment like this. Every time you separate, it could easily be the last time you see each other.

And then he’s gone, footsteps silent as he leaves your post. You don’t dare leave, watching their camp with complete focus. You want to know what they are protecting, who they are protecting. Why so many guns for just two little tents in the fucking woods? You focus on the tent flaps, the soldiers that come in and out. You see nothing useful, deciding to focus on the soldiers themselves. Their commander has a com system, tech too advanced to be just an ex-military group like you originally thought. Their ATV’s are unregistered, fake plates that are no doubt a cover up, you memorize the plate numbers, logging them into the sat nav, along with identifications for their weaponry.

Every piece of information helps, the grade of uniform, the tents, anything that can be traced to something. You double check the area, no one in sight, and reach for the camera in your pack. You take as many photos as you can, their camp, the vehicles, their uniforms and weapons.

You get lost in it a bit, trying to focus on as many details as possible, when a hand clamps around your mouth, lips at your ear. “Персик.” Peach, a greeting. And then a kiss, soft, light, too quick to be savored, placed at your temple. He settles beside you, pulling the map from his coat pocket, he takes the camera from you, trading.

He has marked two other lookout posts on the map, measured twenty-five yards from each other, just like he estimated. His tracking skills are better than anyone else you have seen, you’ve only been able to pick up on some of it.

“Any activity here?” He asks, looking through the pictures you’ve taken.

“No, whoever they are protecting in that tent is to heavily guarded, I can’t see anything.”

“If we wait long enough, we will see something.” He says, “They have to rotate eventually, a fresh group will come to replace these soldiers.”

You don’t want to stay here over night. The temperature will drop to below freezing, you have nothing but insulated blankets to keep you warm. You can’t make a fire, and one of you will have to stay up to keep watch all night.

But he says nothing about packing up as the sun starts to set, nothing about how you will survive the night. He only taps your shoulder, offering to switch. He pulls his knife from his ankle, keeping it in hand as he settles behind the rifle.

“Bucky?”

“Stay next to me under the blanket, I’ll wake you up when it’s time to switch.” Is all he says.

So you do as you’re told. You scoot as close to him as you’re able, laying on your back to avoid any aches. The blanket does nothing at first, draped across both of you to shield you from the harsh air. But as time goes by, your breath filling the air trapped around you, the heat radiating from your body and his as you shiver, the cold snow beneath you doesn’t feel as cold anymore. With Bucky’s presence beside you, solid, safe, familiar, it doesn’t feel so bad as you close your eyes and let yourself relax.

He never wakes you to switch, he lets you sleep through the night, knife clenched in his hand, head continuously on a swivel. Looking down to you, checking for your breathing, back to the camp for any activity, in the directions of all marked lookout posts. He half expects something to go wrong, this is all playing out so well.

The snow stopped hour ago, the wind is soft enough to allow actual insulation under the blanket, you are sleeping peacefully, no nightmares, no movement.

But nothing happens. The crack of sunlight behind you is what wakes you up, you are resting too well, you fear something is wrong when you jump out of your sleep, a twitch more than anything else, too afraid of what is waiting for you.

But you feel Bucky still beside you, eyes on you when you poke your head out from under the blanket. He didn’t sleep at all, but nothing on his face tells you he is tired, or that his face feels frozen. It was an act of kindness, taking the full watch, and you will repay him for it later.

You sit up slowly, trying not to make too much noise as you gather the blanket, folding it up and packing it away. You crouch behind a tree, relieving yourself and burying your piss under the snow. With what little cover of darkness you have left, you quickly switch places with Bucky, watching the camp while he relieves himself, stretches his muscles after remaining still for so long.

You could never do it yourself, you know part of it is the super soldier serum in his veins, the training her has undergone in his past, to remain so disciplined, to withstand harsh conditions for so long with no effects on his body. You are thankful for it, even if it feels like nothing to him.

It is everything to you.

You let him eat, drink, have a moment of peace to figure out a plan. Until you finally see it, movement.

“Buck, the camera.”

You don’t have to say anything else, he’s quick to lay beside you, watching as another ATV arrives at the camp. You time stamp it in the sat nav, watching as the soldiers switch out, and finally, two men exit the tents. You don’t recognize them, you have no idea who you’ve just seen, but you know right away that Bucky does.

His body goes ridged, only for a second, before he returns to taking pictures.

Someone from his past? You can only wonder, you know he will never tell you, or anyone.

You wait until the shift change is finished, a fresh group of soldiers, and a new person to take position inside of the left tent. You hope this is enough, you hope these people can be identified and that this stake out wasn’t for nothing.

You know more now than you did walking in, which is the entire point. You try not to stress over it, Bucky’s voice pulling you out of your head as he tells you to pack up.

You’re done here.

He doesn’t have to explain to you what’s going on, you’ve had enough training on recon missions to know his tactics. You never pick up where you drop off. If you are ever compromised, the first thing they will do is track where you came from. Doubling back increases your chances of getting caught.

So you continue deeper into the woods, the complete opposite of the clearing you were dropped off at. The jets are quiet, cloaked, but not completely untraceable. If their tech is as advanced as it seems to be, they can find any incoming aircrafts if they know to look. If you have remained uncompromised, this will be easy.

But of course, you always have to expect the worst.

You walk for hours, so deep within the terrain that you start to worry you are lost until Bucky tells you to cut north to a clearing. Finally, he turns on the locator in the sat nav, and you do your best to hide out until the extraction team arrives.

You feel lighter, you can breathe again. The mission is finished, you aren’t out of the woods yet, literally and figuratively, but the hardest part is over.

And as you sit there, back against a tree, a bit of snow in your boots, cheeks rosy from the cold, you try to find the bright side of this. The peace and quiet, the fresh air, the time outside of HQ with the only person in the world you care about.

He watches you, a glint of something soft in his eyes, adoration, love maybe, and against his better judgement, he reaches out to grab your hand, pulling you to come closer, onto his lap.

“You stress me the fuck out.” He sighs, a gloved hand securing itself at your hip. “But you proved yourself.”

You can’t tell if he’s scolding you, or if this is a compliment. But you embrace it, whatever this is, because he would never allow it any other time. You are technically not out of danger yet, there is still a chance you can be discovered here. But it seems like he doesn’t care, his need to touch you is stronger than his instincts. Everything inside of you is telling you to take advantage of this moment of weakness, this crack in his armor.

You exploit it, leaning in to kiss him, lips cold and slightly chapped from your night spent outdoors. But you don’t care, neither does he, a deep moan vibrating through his chest as he pulls you even closer against him.

You scared him, he thought for a moment he might lose you, that you would be caught and killed in the middle of nowhere.

But you pulled through for him, understood his worry and corrected yourself. He was rewarding you, giving you the attention and the thrill you had been seeking from him before. The danger, the adrenalin.

He’s guiding you to grind against him, tongue in your mouth when you moan with pleasure, letting him encourage you, letting him set a pace for you.

It doesn’t take long, your moans becoming more desperate, he’s quick to discard of his gloves, cold hands finding their way inside your coat, under your shirt, gripping harshly at your breasts.

The contrast of warm and cold makes you gasp, pulling back to look at him, cheeks flushing when you see the look in his eyes. Primal desire, the only good thing to exist out of his darkness is his want for you, and you start to see the reality of this bond you share. This curse to be consumed by darkness, the inability to prevent it.

He’s working at your pants, admiring you, the life that comes to your face in the heat of the moment, the wildness in your eyes that is wanting and waiting for his next move.

You sit back, letting him slide your pants down to your ankles, exposing your bare ass to the cold elements. He frees himself from his own pants, pulling you to sit on him once again, moaning at how wet you are, grinding yourself against his cock, hard and twitching. He kisses you again, grabbing your hips and guiding you to grind yourself against his length, the feeling has your eyes rolling shut, cold and hot, soft and hard. Until finally, he guides himself inside of you, stretching ever so slightly, you moan, arms wrapping around his neck for support as he lowers you onto him.

He doesn’t stop until you bottom out, making you take all of him, giving you only a moment to adjust before he lifts you, slowly, his cock sliding out of you at a pace that makes you ache.

You moan, feeling him twitch inside of you. His jaw is clenched, a display of his restraint. It makes you smile, devilment twinkling in your eyes as you squeeze, clenching around him. A choked gasp escapes his throat, eyes shifting.

He pushes you back, air forced out of your lungs in a gasp as you fall against he cold ground, the snow creeping inside your coat. He follows you, slotting himself between your legs, positioning himself at your entrance before he slides in, quick, forceful, a second gasp escaping you except there is no air left. Breathless.

He grabs your hands forcing them above your head, lips finding yours as he begins to thrust in and out of you, holding nothing back as he fucks you in the snow.

It feels so wrong, the exposure, the risk of being found from how loud you’re being, desperately wrapping yourself around him, trying to force yourself even closer.

He forces his tongue into your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as he bottoms out inside you, grinding his hips against yours. You can’t control the moan that escapes you, matched with a grunt that he can’t hold back. Your fingers squeeze his, fighting the overpowering feeling of pleasure, the way he is dominating you, the way he knows exactly how to please you.

He pulls back for air, letting you catch your breath, resuming a slow pace as he begins to pump in and out of you. “Fuck, look at what you do to me.” He talks you through it, eyes locked with yours. “Do you feel me inside of you?”

You’re breathless, unable to respond until he squeezes your hands, prompting you to say something, anything. “Fuck, yes.” You love how wrecked you sound, voice thick with lust for him, and you love how he melts at the sound of it. “I love when you fuck me like this.”

“I know you do, baby.” He lowers himself to embrace you, releasing one of your hands. He cradles your head, pulling you flush against him, letting you finally embrace him. “You always take it so well.”

You feel weightless, clinging to him as he fucks you nice and slow, his lips at your ear. “You like scaring me like that?” He asks, accompanied by a harsh thrust, “You like pissing me off so I’ll fuck you like this, don’t you?”

And there it is, the agony he promised to pay you back with, his hips snapping to meet yours as he picks up his pace, knocking the air out of you with every thrust. You’re speechless, mouth agape as you lose awareness, all you can feel is him and the intense pleasure he’s giving you.

“Answer me.” All you can do is moan, a strangled cry as you struggle with the pleasure, eyes starting to roll back. But that doesn’t satisfy him, his teeth sinking into your earlobe, pulling a cry of pleasurable pain from the back of your throat. “You love pissing me off, don’t you?”

“Yes!” You don’t care how desperate you sound, voice whiny and laced with pleasure, “Yes, daddy. I love it.”

He hums, teasing you, teeth replaced with soft kisses, but he maintains his pace, fucking into you until you feel your legs begin to shake. You can feel him smile against your skin, “There you go baby, you gonna come for me?”

You can feel an orgasm building, your body hot and your pussy pulsing with pleasure. All you can do is curl into him, mouth finding his skin, biting down as an orgasm overtakes you, he moans at the feeling, you clench around him as you come, teeth sinking into his neck. He doesn’t stop though, fucking you through it, chasing an orgasm of his own.

And as you come back to reality, your pleasure subsiding, you help him through his, just like he had done for you. “Come for me,” You whisper against his skin, clenching around him over and over, moaning at the pleasure it brings you. “Come inside me, baby.” Your voice is soft, gentle, placing soft kisses against his skin. “You’ve been so brave, so strong. Now relax for me.”

His voice is broken as he moans, “Oh god,” His grip around you tightens, he’s almost there, you can feel how desperate he is. “Keep talking.”

You’ve experienced this with him a few times, praise is so uncommon for him that his body doesn’t know how else to react except finding pleasure in it. You love making him so weak, so desperate, “You protect me so well, make me feel so safe.” A kiss to his throat, you hear him gasp softly, “But you fuck me even better.” You moan, this feels so wrong, so dirty, the way his cock is pumping inside of you, the way he is about to fall apart on top of you. “Come inside me, James.”

That does it, a harsh groan tearing from his throat as he stills on top of you, you can feel his warm cum spilling inside of you, but he continues to thrust, determined to release everything he has.

And then he’s kissing you, your eyes futtering closed as he finishes inside of you. Riding out his high, he continues to fuck you, his hands rough as they find your waste, pinning you against the ground. And for a second time, he comes inside of you, using you for his pleasure, fucking his frustration into you.

It isn’t until he’s fully spent that he finally stops, pulling out, his eyes locked on yours as he bends down to lick you clean. It turns you on again, his mouth is warm, your legs twitching to wrap around his head and trap you there. But he just kisses you instead, once, twice, lips lingering on your pussy just to torture you before he’s pulling away, a cocky smile on his face as he starts to pull your clothes back up your legs.

You’re suddenly cold now, watching as he fixes his clothes, he looks exhausted, and you want nothing more than to embrace him and lay back down in the snow.

But the jet is here, the sound of the engine getting closer and closer, you give him a teasing smile as you gather your things. The way he looks at you tells you this is far from over, he isn’t done with you, a silent promise as he takes your hand, guiding you over to the jet as it lands.

The extraction team boards you quickly, the medic examines you for frostbite and dehydration. For reasons unknown to them, you do seem dehydrated, slightly delirious. They radio HQ requesting the med bay be ready for your arrival. But for now, they give you water and a blanket, allowing you to sit and strap in for the ride home.

Bucky lays his head on your shoulder, and it isn’t long until he’s fast asleep.

Your heart aches, a longing to wrap him up and hide him away from the world overcomes you, you stretch your legs out and let him lay his head in your lap, the blanket hiding him from view.

You stroke his hair, letting him finally rest.

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IFHY CH. 1 (Miguel O’Hara x Reader)

God, he can’t stop himself now. Not with how you peer up at him through long lashes, eyes glazed over with lust. Not with how your tongue darts out to lick your lips and he thinks about capturing them in his own, biting at them until they’re red and swollen and that adorable pout is forever plastered on your face.

He watches your fingers glide under the waistband of his suit, manicured nails scraping lightly against the skin there and he almost moans.

How long had it been since he let another person touch him like this, or rather, at all?

Warnings: nsfw (18+), possesiveness, rough, mild blood, dirty talk, mentions of character death, you and miguel are both sad and bad at coping

Word Count: 4085

Note: This might be an ongoing series because I have So Many Thoughts. Feel free to send me asks about anything confusing, and let me know if I should continue to post this here or not... IFHY is a Tyler the Creator song, which y’all should listen to - it’s my Miguel’s anthem basically lmfao. ANYWAYS pls enjoy i appreciate u all!

When the spiders begin to infect your world, you know the only person who can keep things under control is you. At least, you’re the only one anyone would hold accountable if they decided to do something… unsavory, and if the large black hole in the middle of New York City was indicative of anything, it was that the spiders were nothing but trouble.

Peter called you first, because he always did.

“Uhm, boss lady, there’s some other Spider-Men here, and they want me to join some secret society? I think I’m being recruited into the Illuminati…” he trails off, obviously whispering into the phone. Since your father had passed, Peter had sort of… leaned on you, in a sense. You hadn’t any recollection of meeting the boy despite his Avenger status, but he looked at you with so much melancholy in his gaze that you knew he must see something of Tony in you, and you’d allow it simply to make yourself feel better. Nobody thinks you’re anything like your dad, but on days like these, you can only wish you were.

“I’ll be right there, Pete.” You mumble back, setting his location into KAREN and heading out, thick black wings spreading behind you, launching you into the night.

The explosion comes moments after.

You see it in the sky - a clash of black and white that seems unworldly, knocking the wind from beneath your wings and sending you flying back, tumbling towards one of the hundreds of towering buildings in New York.

Crack. You hear it as you collide, feeling the dig of concrete and glass into your back - a feeling you’re all too familiar with, and yet it seems like so long ago that you had felt it last. It’s almost… exhilarating.

You steady yourself with a foot against the building, launching yourself off of it and back towards the wreckage of whatever unfortunate event was unfolding in your city.

You watch beeps, signaling your close proximity to Peter and you begin your descent to him.

It was horrible, really, how excited you were at the idea of a fight. The last time you had been involved in something like this was with him by your side… maybe if everything went awry, you could join him soon enough.

There’s a huge fucking hole in your city, you realize as you approach.

“KAREN,” you speak into your wrist as you glide by, “send the bots out to scan and contain the area.” She replies with a conformation, but you’re too transfixed on the pit beneath you. It’s horribly, endlessly back, and you feel yourself being tugged towards it ever-so-slightly as you fly.

You need to find Peter, and fast.

You see the other spiders before you see yours. There’s three of them, all with striking blue and red suits, drawing your eye in curiosity. They all looked so… different. You expected some evil version of Peter, red eyes and big fangs and very obviously variants of your Spider-Man, but the crowd that greets you is nothing of the sort.

You plummet down to the surface, positioning yourself in front of your spider. His suit glimmers with gold and metals- a suit your dad supposedly had made for him.

Looking at it makes you a little queasy, and you fight the urge to stare at your palms, covered in the same glittering metals.

“(Y/N)!” Peter sounds so relieved. He’s always happy to have that weight off his shoulders, free of carrying the burden all on his own. You wonder how long he’d been doing so before you recruited him into the New Avengers.

You wonder how anyone could give up control like he can.

“I guess you guys haven’t gotten the memo,” you gesture at the trio of spiders in front of you. A biker chick, a ballerina, and the biggest fucking beefcake you’ve ever seen in your life; it’s somehow not the weirdest group of friends you’ve seen in your days in the city, “but Earth-616 is closed for tourism and immigration. I don’t care what planet, galaxy, dimension y’all are from, but you need to leave.”

“Sorry, pendeja, we’re not here for you. This is obviously Spider-Man business, no?” The beefcake speaks, strolling towards you leisurely. His arms are crossed, horribly large things that strain under the fabric of his suit. You smile warmly at him, cocking your head.

“Mmh, no.” The smile drops, “I am Earth-616’s representative, not Spider-Man.”

“I work for her!” Peter points at you, nodding to the other Spider-People. You try not to cringe.

“That’s your problem, not mine. My problem,” he points behind you at the gaping hole in the city, “is that.” He’s closer to you now, absolutely looming over you, and it’s then that you realize how truly large he is. You’d always been on the smaller side of the scale, but his stature was all encompassing, his shadow engulfing you with no effort at all.

You watch as his eyes drift down to you, then back over your head at the pit, and with a little jingle on your watch, you’re prompted to bring your eyes to it, too. Your drones had arrived, and were making quick work of scanning the hole and surrounding areas.

“Don’t worry, little buddy,” you reach up and pat his arm - oh my God, he’s rock fucking solid, “I’m already taking care of it.”

He practically growls at you, “You don’t have the technology to take care of it; we barely do, and this is our specialty.”

“Was that supposed to sound impressive?” He grimaces, “It’s okay to admit that someone’s better than you.”

The scowl he gives you sends a shiver down your spine.

“Look, I don’t have time to argue with some… little girl, okay? That hole could destroy your universe, do you understand? Now, step back and let us do our work.” You simply watch him as he steps past you to the ledge of the building, rocketing himself off of it. He flies for a minute, rather impressively, you might add, but it isn’t long before he approaches the hole and slams into something transparent, a ripple of blue emanating from where he collided with your drones’ protective barrier.

You turn to the other spider-people, who you can tell are trying to hold back laughter.

“Now, are we open to collaboration?”

Your house is so empty. Apartment, penthouse, whatever you want to call it, it was always the same when you got back. No laughter, no steps echoing through the hall, no glasses clinking in the kitchen. It’s just you and the ghosts of the life you’ll never get back.

So, when you enter the penthouse with a visitor in tow, the sound of his footsteps following close behind you - something other than the sound of your keys jingling and your ragged breathing - it almost feels alien to the space around you. This home wasn’t meant for people anymore; this was your silent prison.

But it’s comforting in a way. It feels familiar… melancholic.

“You’ve got this whole place to yourself?” He lets his eyes wander over the space as you lead him down the hall, past the kitchen and towards the stairs.

“Yup,” you say with a pop of the P, sounding characteristically unenthusiastic about it. What you wouldn’t give to have that be untrue.

“It’s not as fun as you’d think it would be,” you lead him down the stairs, down, down, down towards the lab. Your father’s lab, which you haven’t bothered to enter in so many months. You had let Sam and Rhodey take whatever they wanted, but you hadn’t bothered to look. There was nothing worth seeing down here, anyways.

“I know it’s not,” he replies like it’s the most casual thing in the world, like everyone knows what it’s like to be totally, truly alone like you, “the silence is… too much.”

You don’t know how to respond, so you simply type in your code, allowing the glass door to slide open for him. The room is big, much bigger than you remember but somehow suffocating all the same.

You realize after a moment that there isn’t a single suit left in the lab, and you wonder if they really needed them, or if it was some kind of kindness for you.

You elect to stop looking.

“Make yourself at home, big guy.” You say, making quick work of cleaning your desk by simply wiping it all onto the floor with a clang. You don’t know what it was going to be, nor do you care to - he wasn’t there to help you finish it, and you had more work to do than ever. “KAREN, pull up our data on the big hole, please.”

‘Our earlier scans indicate that the hole is actually a large concentration of Anti-Matter,’ her robotic voice thrums through the room, holograms of information popping up all around you, ‘our drones have managed to contain it for the time being, but it seems to be trying to expand within the barrier’s perimeters.’

“I have one of those, too,” Miguel says behind you, too close for comfort. His presence is all-encompassing, casting you in a shadow,

��A big hole?” You cock your head, and he only shakes his head disapprovingly.

“LYLA, pull up our data to compare.”

Another voice chimes as a little woman appears in front of you, a pout on her face.

“What, I don’t get a please? KAREN got one,” her eyes drift to you, “can I work for you instead?” Miguel just sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Now, please, LYLA.” She smiles, and your blue holograms are soon accompanied by orange, merging together in a technicolor lightshow in front of you both.

“A lot of this data actually overlaps,” LYLA says, flickering in and out of view all over the room, inspecting everything you have to offer, “but your drones missed a few key components.” She expands a few pieces, covering you in the orange light of her holos.

It’s times like these that you wish you really were Tony Stark’s daughter- then you might have a tiny bit of his intelligence to understand what was in front of you.

You’d figure it out eventually, though - you always do.

You can’t help but notice how much he looks at you. Your work had been rather silent so far, only small comments made when absolutely necessary on his part, but his eyes say more to you than anything else. Deep, dark circles that match your own, watching every move you make. Every bend, stretch, turn - his eyes are on you, tracing your delicate form.

You were well aware of the effect you have on men. Since you were young, much too young, you had known - you were the cover of Playboy at 16, Vogue and Cosmo in the following years, now too many to count. Teenage heartthrob (Y/N) Stark, just as wild and untamed as her father had been. At least, that’s always what they had said. You never tried to seduce anyone, but who wouldn’t want to be on their knees for a Stark?

Miguel, apparently, because every time you would catch his gaze he would avert it, avoiding your attention like the plague. He’s like a wild animal, cornered, threatened, by you. By your mere presence.

To be completely honest, it bothered you. Everyone wanted you, would try to take a bite whenever opportunity arose, so what was so special about him? Why wouldn’t he try?

If you know anything, it’s that men love the chase.

And yet he won’t chase you at all.

It’s… irritating, you decide, but a good challenge nonetheless.

“You know,” you say, breaking the silence. You find yourself approaching his workspace, feet moving without any real thought behind it.

“You look lonely,” your hand trails against the desk and he watches as it glides across the sleek metal, his shoulders tense but unmoving, “We could keep each other company.”

You’re in front of him now, his knees slightly spread as he sits, and you knock them with your own to make room for yourself, sinking in between the space he makes for you.

“(Y/N),” he practically growls, and you know he wants it just as much as you do. You know he doesn’t think he deserves it. You know it’s an act of self punishment, so you ignore it.

Your hand glides across the fabric of the suit straining against his thick, muscled thighs. You trail higher, higher up to the V of his hips and he releases a shuddering breath. Fingers searching until they find the button they’re looking for, allowing the lower half of his suit to release.

“Do you want me to?”

“Do you want me, too?” She asks him, her touch featherlight on his skin. She sets him ablaze, sending shivers wracking his body and a growing heat in his groin that he hasn’t felt in so long, save for lonely nights in his quarters, fisting himself shamefully in the shower and washing the evidence of his crimes down the drain. He needs it more than he’s willing to admit, and the way your voice echoes in his ears, soft and sweet and innocent. He can’t bring himself to tell you no, even though he knows you’d never ask him such a thing if you really knew him. But you want him, and it’s been so long since someone has wanted him, so he simply threads his fingers through your hair.

He watches your fingers glide under the waistband of his suit, manicured nails scraping lightly against the skin there and he almost moans.

How long had it been since he let another person touch him like this, or rather, at all?

You pull the waistband down, down until his cock springs out of its place under the fabric, the head already pink and dripping.

Jesus, he looks so large compared to you. Your hands barely fit around it, the length of it seemingly almost as big as your head. You were so small, though - everything about you was small, and yet you acted so much larger than life that he had forgotten how fragile you appeared to be. He can’t forget it now, though - not with the comparison right in front of him; not with the way you were on your knees for him.

You place small kisses against his length, moving ever higher and leaving a trail of spit behind that left him aching. You sent him a coy smile before you licked against his tip, precum smearing on your lips like gloss. You take the head in easily, tongue swirling across the slit in a way that makes his hips buck up, but you keep your composure, a small hand against his pelvis to push him back down.

He reaches for it, taking your wrist in his hand, which completely engulfs you.

“Muñeca,” he lets out a shaky sigh, “I know you can take it.” No more words are needed - he knows you understand with the way you gaze up at him, your jaw going slack and your tongue laying flat underneath his cock. He tightens the hand in your hair and pushes you down, thrusting deep into your throat. He keeps pushing, fucking into you like a fleshlight, feeling the warm wetness of it with every motion. He wanted to mould you to the shape of his cock, have you still feel the ghost of him every time you swallow, missing the feeling of choking on him.

You gag around him but stay lax, pliant - obedient. Those eyes, God, glossy and tearful, but wanting. You want this, him, you want him, you want him-

He pushes your head down to his pubes, holding you there as your throat constricts around him and he cums deep, an iron grip keeping you in place as he empties into you.

With a rough shove, you’re off his cock and you stumble backwards off your knees, catching yourself on your hand as you cough. He barely gives you a second before an impossibly large hand grabs your face, fingers pushing roughly into your jaw.

“Show me,” he commands, and you oblige without complaint, mouth open and tongue out with an aah.

“Mi niña buena, no? So hungry for my cum.” He says, and you have the audacity to smile, nodding with your eyes shut lazily, nuzzling slightly into his grip.

He can’t control himself a second longer.

He grabs you harshly by the arm, pulling you upwards into his lap and straight into a kiss. He can’t help but growl into it, too much teeth on his end but he needs to feel in control, like he can capture you with every swipe of his tongue into your mouth and every nip against your bottom lip.

He thinks he tastes blood.

His hands find your thighs and he lifts you up, claws digging into your soft, supple skin as he drops you on the desk, pushing you with a harsh hand against your chest. Your back hits the table, cold metal against the part of your skin unveiled by your shirt riding up high on your back.

Miguel doesn’t have time to undress you, no time for tenderness or patience. Instead, he rips at your shorts, his animalistic claws tearing through the fabric of both them and your undergarments, leaving you bare below the waist and he takes it all in eagerly, eyes scanning every part of your body. He pushes your shirt upward, exposing your breasts kept carefully under a plain, black bra. One swipe of a claw and that falls away, too, leaving you completely exposed.

You don’t even look embarrassed.

Miguel is the one falling to his knees now, coming face to face with your bare pussy like a man praying at the altar, and it’s with closed eyes and shaking palms that he buries himself into it, tongue lapping incessantly at your folds.

He eats like a starving man, tongue flicking against your clit over and over until your back is arching inches above table, white knuckling the edges of it as abuses your sensitive cunt.

The lust coursing through him threatens to tear him apart, so he braces himself with hands on your thighs, claws digging into the skin and leaving you with a hot pain to accompany the unending pleasure he’s giving you.

He sucks against your clit and your hand instinctively reaches for him, threading into his black locks and rutting against his tongue as you cum hard, harder than you ever have by yourself, alone in that room with your multitude of toys. Despite the many men you had been with, nothing could have prepared you for the beast that sits between your legs, eyes dark with a hunger that threatens to swallow you whole.

“Miguel, please,” You don’t even know what you’re begging for - more, mercy, you aren’t sure, but his figure is looming over you in seconds, his cock already hard once again as he rubs the tip against your sopping wet entrance, slick sounds echoing in the room along with your pants.

“Gonna fill you up with my cock, chiquita. Fill you up and stretch you out. Fuck,” he bares his fangs and you moan, “you want it, baby? Tell me you want it.” He grabs you by the jaw again, fingers gliding across your blood stained lips. “Ask your papi real sweet like.”

You can tell he wants it just as much as you do, feeling the heat from his cock against you, his precum adding to the slick of your cunt, but you want to beg him, want to obey, so you oblige.

“Please, please, fuck, I want you inside me. Break me, Miguel, please.”

Break you - fuck, he could do that. Every part of his body threatened to; his sharp claws against your soft skin, strong grip and large hands on your delicate wrists, his towering frame over your own, much smaller one. He was Godzilla and you were fucking Tokyo.

His dick pushed into you entirely ungentle, his bestial tendencies apparent in everything he does. Your thighs are covered in scratches, some smeared with small lines of blood, and the constant mix of pain and pleasure makes your head spin.

He stretches you out thoroughly, his massive girth shoved into you inch by inch until he’s hilt-deep inside of you and you swear you can feel him in your womb.

He doesn’t waste any time, pumping in and out of you at a bruising pace, pulling you down to the hilt with every movement. You can barely think, head spinning, filled only with thoughts of the strong figure fucking into you like a dog in heat.

He’s so, so much bigger than anything else you’d ever had, and the way he stretches you open leaves your stomach in knots.

He’s in love with your pussy. The taste of you is like honey, your warmth engulfs his cock in a pleasure like no other- it’s like you were made for him.

He leans down and captures you into another kiss, broken up by your incessant moans with every thrust of him into your cervix. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time, and when he pulls out of the kiss and opts to leave trails of them along your neck, teeth nipping and gnashing at the skin they find there. Every part of this man threatens to consume you, and yet you give yourself up readily, wrapping your arms around his neck and digging your nails into his back as you moan.

He growls against your shoulder and you feel sharp teeth pierce into you, deep searing pain that rips a cry out of your mouth as your orgasm crashes over you. He fucks your through it, hard thrust after thrust until you feel him twitching inside you and he buries himself balls deep, cock pulsing as he fills you with cum.

Neither of you can bother to care about the implications.

He can’t help but stare down at you as you lay there, chest heaving and eyes half-lidded. You looked fucked, and it took everything in him to stop himself from fucking you again. Maybe he went too rough, he thinks as he stares at the bleeding bite on your shoulder and scratches littering your body, but when he pulls out and your pussy is gushing with your cum and his own, he can’t bring himself to regret it in the slightest.

“You took it so well, (Y/N).” The sound of your name on his tongue pulls you out of your stupor and you can only respond with a groan, your hand rubbing against your eyes.

You needed a shower and a nap.

You push yourself up onto your elbows and watch as he secures his suit back in place, the traces of your deeds only apparent on your soiled figure.

He presses a few buttons on his watch, and in a moment, a small, metal spider crawls out of it, making you furrow your brow as you watch him fiddle with it. Holding it by the leg, he holds it out to you, and you hold your palm up warily. It drops into your palm, skittering before settling itself in your grasp.

“All the data you need is compiled on that little guy. Try to take care of it, okay?” You nod, much too tired to speak.

Miguel’s eyes flit over you one last time, and the way his brow furrows leaves you wondering what exactly he’s thinking in that gorgeous head of his.

He takes one impossibly large step toward you, hand reaching for your face and it takes all your willpower not to flinch away from him. His grasp is gentle this time, thumb tracing against the soft curve of your jaw as he places a small, delicate kiss against your forehead.

“Take care, chiquita.”

And with that, he takes his leave, the light of his portal dimming as he exits, leaving you alone.

#miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #reader insert #x reader #miguel ohara #miguel ohara x reader

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miss0atae · 3 months

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It's my random thoughts about Pit Babe the series ep 12:

What can I say? I still have so much fun watching this series. I know there are some loose ends and plot holes, but frankly I don't really care.

▪️ Way saved Pete from Kenta who fled the scene as soon as possible. It was really the episode where Way finally stopped spending all his time drinking and drowning his sorrow. He finally decided to properly apologize to Babe (even if he knew he would not be forgiven) and help everyone take Tony down. He used his power to help get some documents and tried his best to show remorse. I'm still not his best fan but it was a nice change from previous episodes where he was just crying and feeling hopeless. We can thank Pete who helped him a lot.

▪️ Speaking about Pete, this guy really see everyone good side even if they don't show it. He believes Way, still think that Kenta is a good person deep down (which I agree) and do his best to save all children taken by Tony. I still think their plan to do it isn't exactly the best but it works for the series so what should I say?

▪️ Babe really wants to put an end to Tony's actions and he does everything to get it. He didn't want to forgive Way, but to have his end goal happen, he accepted him in the team. When Way asked him if one day they could go back to how their relationship was, he wasn't entirely against it. He simply told him, it wouldn't happen soon but they might get there. Even if he is still really sad over Charlie supposed-death, he is poised and ready to fight no matter what. Babe is impressive.

▪️ Jeff was captured by Kenta to be sold to the new auction, since every special child Tony had, disappeared or is fighting against him. What is the point of seeing the future, if you can't save yourself from being kidnapped?! I know they told us, he can't really control his power but it's very unfortunate he couldn't this time. I was impressed about how calm he was.

▪️ Alan was trying is best to find him and was helped by his "family" (Can we say that Pit Babe is a BL type version of Fast & Furious ?). North and Sonic have always been helping him but I'm glad we saw Kim. Even if I get two minutes of him, I'm happy. I'm attached to this character. By the end of the episode, Alan saved Jeff. The power of love... always here when you need it. I only have one question: Why did they leave the children behind? Is there a good reason?

▪️ Finally, I'll talk about Kenta... It's been several episode where Kenta was abused by Tony and this one was no exception. I feel so sad for this man. He truly believed Tony was his father but unfortunately Tony never saw him as his child because he is not "special". It broke my heart to see Kenta kneeling and begging Tony. I wish he would understand how he could be loved and treated well if he just stopped helping him and leave! I hope in the next episode he will be free from Tony. He must be saved like the other children taken by Tony.

▪️ Oh and of course, we all knew the man who helped Charlie and Jeff is Babe's father. Anyone was surprised?!

▪️ Charlie also saved Babe in the last two minutes of this episode. and we'll get the reunion we were hoping between them, in the next one. It's a happy ending guaranteed. I just feel like 13 episodes is too light to tight up everything. Why didn't they make 14? Is there a good reason for this choice?

Anyway, Friday will feel empty when this series will end.

#my thoughts #thai series #thai bl #bl drama #bl series #random thoughts #pit babe the series #pit babe #Kim it's always nice to see you!#They need to save Kenta #It's unbearable to see him always being mistreated by Tony #I didn't talk about Winner but he is so annoying #Can't wait to see Babe's reaction about Charlie's resurrection and when he will see his father again #spoilers #episode 12 #the power of love

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Cap-Ironman Rec Week - It’s About The Yearning Tuesday

Slightly controversial opinion - pining isn’t the trope I seek out most often? So the kind of fics that hit me the hardest are usually interesting/compelling/poignant takes on this fandom staple. So without further ado: Overhaul by Annie D (scaramouche)

Steve knows that Tony has feelings for him and, since he doesn’t return those feelings, has been mildly dreading the day that Tony decides to do something about it. When that day finally arrives, Steve discovers that Tony’s wooing strategy isn’t anything at all like he’d expected. Notes: Featuring a Tony whose methods of pining include trying to be a better version of himself (however he defines it) and expressing his actual emotions instead of angsty repression and I just... love it so very much? It’s a take on the SteveTony dynamic in general that I really, truly enjoyed.

inside my shell-shaped mind by Mizzy

Before Ikaris of the Eternals died along with the rest of his people, he gave Tony Stark the power of the Uni-Mind, a power Tony used in order to help stop the Horde from destroying the universe.

The Magistrati are the Living Tribunal's enforcers of Universal Law. They are the judges, jurors, and advocates of the universe. And Tony’s Uni-Mind ability has been judged too dangerous: he must be put to death.

Steve thinks he has a solution. To save Tony's life, he must undergo an intimate version of the Uni-Mind known as the Gann Josin, a type of bonding that creates a mental union between two people...and makes them lifelong soulmates.

Well, it's probably not the oddest way to save someone's life, but it's certainly not going to be easy. Especially when Tony seems determined that the bond should be broken, as soon as possible. (Set just after War of the Realms #4.) Notes: You know that very specific trope where two characters have to get bonded or married for the greater good, but also they’d very much like it for their personal good, because pining? This is it, and boy is it a joyous ride. All-Time Low by Sineala Tony's lost his company to Obadiah Stane. He's lost it all: his money, his friends, his Avengers team... and his sobriety. Drunk, homeless, Tony is living on the streets, and when he runs out of liquor money, he sells the only thing he has left: his body. And one day, he has the exact wrong customer. Notes: Oh, the angst. Oh the pain. This is pining intermingled with guilt, shame, self-hatred, and you’d think you wouldn’t be up for that intensity but it’s written so beautifully, and the pining definitely goes both ways, though not self-articulated. Couldn’t recommend it more. Marvels: The Bloodstone Odyssey by teaberryblue The year is 1940. In the middle of the Blitz, Tony Stark and Pepper Potts set out to London to recover Howard Stark's lost work. But it turns out that they're not the only ones hunting for it. Tony finds himself contending with Nazis, crooks, and perhaps his most formidable adversary yet: a scrawny, asthmatic, bullheaded kid named Steve Rogers. Notes: I wasn’t going to have a pining! reclist without Marvel Noir, come on. Handsome adventurer Tony Stark meets pre-serum Steve Rogers? Best dynamic, sign me the hell up. And love the pulpy-inspired plot to go with it <3 Wake Up Someday by thepartyresponsible Steve relaxes back against his chair. He takes a quick look �� just checking, just making sure – over his shoulder, and he gets an unexpected and vaguely life-changing glimpse of Tony’s ass, as he bends over the pool table to line up his shot.

When he looks back, Bucky’s staring over Steve’s shoulder, a familiar, dumb, dreamy look on his face. Steve feels something catch in his chest.

“Oh,” he says. He clears his throat. God, he’s an idiot. He is an idiot. “Him, huh?”

“Yeah,” Bucky says. He catches the corner of his mouth with his teeth, but it’s not enough to fight off the stupid grin lighting up his whole damn face. “That’s the one,” he says, low and fond. Notes: Aww, Steeb <3 Rest assured, this doesn’t feature Steve or Tony with other characters, just Steve being - in his words - an idiot. Just some delicately fluffy, poignant, idiotic pining goodness. Gift With Purchase Remix by sabrecmc Gift With Purchase Remix wherein Steve actually is a hooker. But for a Really Sympathetic Reason. Notes: You also know that trope where Steve and Tony are very much sleeping with each other but also pining? Yes there’s some delightful miscommunication/assumptions in this one, but also the power dynamic at play makes things a lot more complicated, and I quite enjoy that nuance in my pining fic actually :D

Someone To Love by blue_jack What does it matter that it’d been because of Loki and his damn magic? He’d fallen in love with Steve once. He can do it again. Notes: Okay, this one’s a bit of an ambiguous squeeze into this category, but I had to get it in okay? There’s magic induced feelings, and then all the fallout and pining when the magic goes away, and it’s so interesting when Steve and Tony aren’t quite in the same place emotionally at different points of time, that it makes the ending all that much sweeter. Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree by Annie D (scaramouche) Steve doesn’t mind that Tony doesn’t return his feelings. He just would've preferred if it didn’t come with the side effect of his coughing up flowers and possibly dying. Notes: Oh look, it’s the ‘what if pining away wasn’t actually metaphorical’ flower disease :D I’ve always loved the way this author writes emotions though - Steve’s pining has peaks and troughs, he suffers but also loves, and in such a Steve way. And that’s it for the day! Remember not to repress those feelings, and show the authors all your love in kudos and comments!

#capimrecweek #steve/tony #stevetony #fic recs #stony #steve rogers #tony stark

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dean23456 · 4 months

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Sue, Mary, Penny and Scooter: Penny and Scooter are kinda equal to me in terms if how I like them, I think they're cool. I might do a Scooter headcannon post. Mary is my 2nd favorite character due to headcannons of her and how wholesome the ship is and Sue is my favorite papa louie character. If I were to make ocs based off of characters it might be these 4. Mandi was gonna be here but she's an irl person.

James, Skip and Alberto: I'm not sure who's my fav outta these 3, they're pretty great. I do think out of characters you can play as, Alberto and Penny are the best. I don't know why I like Skip and James. I was gonna put Matt and Tony but they're irl people. They probably overthrow these 3 tho.

Quinn and Radylnn: I used to not like these 2, but I eventually really liked them. Xandra was gonna be here but Quinn and Radylnn are better.

Bruna: Ngl I don't care for any of the ramanos. But if there were one I like the most it's Bruna. I don't have a lot to say for her.

Nye: I don't really care for any of the customerzoppa whatever the fuck it's called customers. But Nye is the only one who I like. I don't have a lot to say about him but he's cool.

Sue: I didn't know what icon character meant but I think it's like your fav or something but definitely Sue. I relate to Sue a lot.

Frezzeria and Wingeria: I finished flash Frezzeria and had a really fun time with it. Probably out of the first 4 the most repayable and not wanting to quit by playing 2 days each day, maybe tacomia cause sue is early. I need to try Frezzeria deluxe tho. Wingeria despite not being over like rank 10 is really fun. Out if them the most underrated. Great playable character options (Chuck and Mandi but I'll always choose Mandi) I need to play these games beyond like rank 2 and 10. This is why I'm going to get the 2 go/HD versions soon.

Mary x Sue: The best ship hands down. I feel like the other canon ships don't have much going on or interesting to do with them unless you try hard enough. But this one you can do a lot. I won't explain them all but see my Sue and Mary headcannon posts. If there were to be a TV show or something I would happy if it they were the only ones. They're that good to me.

(I sadly however don't see them married yet or have any children or see them over 30. Just cause Sue's flipdeck and Mary's cart mentions long standing and old truck met its end doesn't mean they were born in the 1980s. I just can't see them being old.)

Sue: I imagine her being really hot. I don't think I need to explain much.

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Finding Memories. Chapter 25.

Series Summary: Waking up with little to no memory of her past, and being saved by a group of individuals who call themselves heroes, sends a long time captive for a whirlwind trying to find some form of grounding in this world she quickly learns runs on chaos. But she’s not the only one trying to figure out her forgotten backstory. Bucky Barnes, along with the other Avengers, can’t help but sense that there is a lot more to the whole situation than a diagnosis of amnesia. Her background slowly starts to come forward in pieces of her past and hidden information discovered. Who is she? And why was she in the room they were meant to destroy?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Reader

Word Count: 3100+

TW: Torture, cussing, gore, PTSD, triggers.

A/N: I think we have about 2ish more chapters left of this series and we will be wrapping it up. Also, I’ve decided to take a different route on the ending, but I’m excited to see what you all think of it :) Enjoy! XOXOXO

Chapter 25:

Within the next 5 minutes, the boys were suited up and running down the stairs to the basement until the generator finally had the elevators back up.

When they got downstairs, it was pure chaos. It was five in the morning, and the sun wasn’t coming up in another hour or so.

“Those three put them in the cell,” Tony pointed to a group of men who were bound by a rope and fought against it. “Keep it secure. As soon as we find others, we’ll make it a holding room for them.”

“Other what?” Bucky asked, seeing Y/N pacing and looking as if her mind was in 100 places at once. “What happened?”

“Mind-control. Don’t know how or when, but the three in there were the reason for the power outage. Y/N says there could be more, but hard to spot them since they blend in,” Tony answered, scanning through security footage he had up on a screen.

Bucky and Steve looked at the three and noticed they blended in with SHIELD uniforms. No wonder they didn’t see anything coming.

“There’s another mutant that has mind control powers. She’s strong too. She’s the reason Gabriel was acting the way he was,” Y/N interrupted, stepping over to the men with her arms crossed and her hand under her chin as she processed things.

“You think she got to them?” Bucky asked, watching her intently.

“If I remember correctly, she has to have physical contact. How long have those three been working here?” she asked Tony.

Tony pulled up their backgrounds in half a second.

“Two have been here for a week and a half and one for 6 months,” Tony scanned the information.

“That confirms it,” Y/N nodded, with a long sigh. “She must have been on the grounds at some point.”

“Someone like that can get in and out without being noticed,” Wanda spoke up, coming from another table of security footage, Nat close behind. “Make people forget she was even here.”

“Do you think the others were mind controlled or were just undercover?” Nat asked.

“Either way they’re here and they got step one of their plan completed. Whatever they did, the system is taking a second to reboot,” Tony answered. “What would normally take a few minutes is taking at least 20.”

“I’m going to do a perimeter check,” Y/N announced, moving to the door.

“Whoa, whoa,” Bucky caught her by the arm and she looked down at it and back at him almost offended.

The look alone showed him, he didn’t know nearly enough of what was going on to be trying to put himself in commanding shoes, but he wasn’t comfortable with her just wandering on her own even if she had her memories back for the most part and could fend for herself. He still saw her as the brittle and quiet version although she had proven that wasn’t at all who she was now.

“I’ll come with you guys,” Nat spoke up. “Best to have backup where you can.”

Y/N held back a chuckle but didn’t show it. A few days ago, she would have needed the extra help. Today, she was confident that she was their protector instead of the other way around.

Though she was appreciative of the team effort, a part of her knew she was capable of protecting herself more than them thanks to her memories flooding back and giving her a glimpse of her using them. But another part of her still wasn’t convinced she could actually do them. I mean she was in a trance for the majority of the times she used them, and it was still her and she still had the muscle memory, but doing it with the mind she had now made her uneasy.

Her motive before was to complete the mission by any means necessary. Now she had collateral and actually cared if she hurt or damaged things.

She nodded moving back to the door and Bucky had released her to follow her.

“Wanda, keep an eye out for any others clouded by mind control. I doubt there's just a handful of those around,” Y/N shouted back to the group staying behind and working on getting the compound secure.

“You got it, sis,” Wanda gave a thumbs up and continued working.

“Steve,” Bucky started, but the two were synced in how they went to battle.

“Already on it. Bruce is on the way and Alma is on standby for medical backup,” he assured him.

“Thanks,” Bucky grinned and the three were out and on the mission.

They took an elevator to ride back to ground level, but mass chaos had ensued throughout the facility and agents were scrambling to man their battle stations though no one knew what they were necessarily preparing for.

With the elevator stopping every third floor or so to move people to their stations, Bucky got annoyed and did a quick hack through the controls to make the elevator take a straight shot to where they needed to be.

The sun was still down, but they would be lucky in the next 30 minutes or so to be gifted with light outside of the lamppost scattered on the grounds.

“What should be looking for, Y/N?” Nat asked as they watched her analyze her surroundings in a paranoid yet calculated way.

“I’m not sure yet,” Y/N mumbled, walking about 20 feet before stopping in her space. “Do you feel that?”

Bucky and Nat froze a few steps behind her and looked around expecting something obvious, but both looked at each other lost.

“Feel what?”

She didn’t answer, but instead put her hands out slowly and as if unsure if she had the motion right, stretched her fingers out and waved them over the ground.

After a second, the ground looked to be covered in what was like the purple haze she had projected when she used her powers, but this time it had an overlay that created a film over the lavender color.

“Yeah, you’re going to have to explain that one cause I got nothing,” Nat said with a straight face as she watched the film move around her legs like she was now standing in a pond full of galaxy-like water.

“From what I remember, it's like scanning for frequencies and vibrations. Believe it or not, you’re not even seeing what I am. You’re just seeing coverage of what I’m doing,” Y/N attempted to explain. “To put it into words you may get, it’s like x-ray vision. Which by the way, did you know your friend has electromagnetic tools embedded in his lawn?”

Bucky and Nat couldn’t help the knowing look that crossed their face.

“Can’t build a suit of armor around the world, so he’ll build one around his personal world until he figures it out,” Nat answered.

“How far down is it?” Bucky asked more intrigued by her ability to see it all.

“Far enough no one digging a garden would find it, but close enough that it can break the turf to do its job,” she answered, pulling her hands back. She looked around like something wasn’t right, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was.

“What?” Nat asked out of curiosity as they followed her in her steps. “What’s going on?”

Bucky and Nat watched her as she continued to scan the area, but whatever was making her on edge wasn’t visible to them.

“I-I don’t know, but something isn’t right,” she answered, looking behind them now at the facility. She cocked her head slowly to the side as if she were scanning the building now.

Then her eyes widened and before Nat and Bucky could react to what was coming, she had created a force field around the explosion that had combusted with an earth-shaking hit. Her quick thinking kept all other parts of the facility from suffering the same fate.

“Holy shit,’ Nat gasped, immediately reaching for her comms. “Stark, did you-?”

“See it? No. But I heard and felt it,” Tony came through out of breath. “What was that?”

“Explosion. Northeast quadrant,” Bucky jumped in. “Send a medical team immediately and get uninjured agents suited up and on the scene. We may need to evacuate certain sections.”

“Steve’s on it,” Wanda came through and you could hear the commands being listed off in the background. “Are you guys alright?”

“For now,” Bucky answered with a mumble. He turned back to Y/N and saw her face stills stuck in shock. “How’d you know?”

Her eyes blinked harshly and she snapped back to reality. “I could feel it before it happened,” she answered after a second.

He turned back to the wreckage and realized she had left the top of the forcefield open to not cause the fire to burn everyone inside to a crisp. It was a small detail to her quick thinking that might have saved a lot more lives.

As much as he wanted to hold onto the girl who would have been flustered and panicked at something like that, this new version of her was not naive to the cruelties of this world and it made him sad for her.

“What’s our next move?” Nat asked, breaking his thought process.

Y/N shook her head not knowing the answer to that since she was still reeling from what she just had to do.

She sighed fidgeting with her hands and looking around, waiting for something to come to her.

Then she closed her eyes and thought back to the past memories. Things that would help her predict their next moves.

She opened her eyes quickly. “It’s another diversion. Keeps half the facility working on something else, something major, and leaves open a blind spot.”

“You say that like you’ve seen this happen before,” Nat replied hearing the mission report language come through.

She looked at her ashamed and embarrassed before looking back at the damage.

“Something along the lines of it,” she muttered to herself.

“What should we expect then?” Bucky asked, moving on from the touchy subject.

“The big guns,” she looked at him. “That did its purpose. Distract. What comes next is a gonna be a lot worse…”

“Why do you say that?” Nat asked feeling an answer she didn’t like coming.

“They’re coming straight for me,” she answered looking at her with a nervous expression.

“Wanda needs to get up here,” Bucky said quickly, not liking the turn things were taking. He knew they would be coming for her, but with a quarter of the facility up in flames, they were running low on time and options.

“I’m trying, but it’s chaos down here. I’m trying to help as I go. I’ll be up in 10 minutes hopefully though,” Wanda said through the comms and they could hear the loud chatter and shouts as the building erupted with thousands of frantic workers.

“What should we do? I can-” Nat started, turning to Y/N in a rush to do whatever the next step.

“I need to get far away from here,” Y/N interrupted, her answer frantic and the only thing she felt would work.

“What?” Bucky asked confused.

“If I stay here, this place will become a graveyard. He wouldn’t be infiltrating this place if he thought he didn’t stand a chance,” she replied. “Whatever he has planned, and I can’t really say what that’ll be, it’s not going to be easy to take down.”

“But that’s what we have you for,” Nat spoke up trying to give her some courage. “The reason they even need big guns is because they are fighting something even bigger. We all know the power you’re capable of. If what we’ve seen is only a portion of your abilities, they won’t make it out with anything they came for.”

“But what if I don’t actually know what to do? The times I remember doing the stuff I’ve been practicing were memories I wasn’t in control of. Who’s to say I won’t lose control again?” she said with almost a plead for the answer as if that would comfort her enough.

“Y/N,” Bucky stood in front of her and pulled her arms slightly to him. “I know all too well what you’re thinking right now. And I’m here to tell you from personal understanding, it’s always going to be scary to uncover if you are capable of doing the things you know how to for yourself and not for others.” She looked at him hopeful. “But we don’t really have time to do it or an ideal space. Now is the only time we were given.”

She looked at him with fear, but a small piece of strength she had came forward.

Before they had time to discuss plans any further the ground started shaking again, but this time from behind them.

“I’m gonna guess that’s from the big guns you were mentioning,” Nat said sarcastically as the trees in the landscape shook harsher and harsher.

“You guys should go,” Y/N said never breaking from the view in front of her.

“Like hell, we’re leaving you on your own,” Bucky moved to stand next to her in a stiff stance.

“You stay, you’ll die,” she said bluntly looking at him.

“No better way to go down,” he looked down at her and gave her a sad smile.

As sweet as a sentiment it was, she wasn’t comfortable with him willing to die for her when she didn’t feel worth it.

“No,” she shook her head and stepped to be back in front of him. “There’s a difference between dying nobly and dying for nothing.”

“You’re not nothing Y/N,” he was quick to correct her.

“No, that’s not what I mean,” she shook her head looking behind her and seeing the shake of the trees grow in intensity. “If they see you, they’ll kill you simply because you’re worth something to me. Not because you’re a challenge to them. I don’t want that to be your ending.”

“What happened to letting people have a choice?” Bucky asked, with a quirked eyebrow.

“What happened to making a plan to prevent collateral?” she retorted.

He opened his mouth to argue, but they didn’t have time, and the ground shaking to the point they lost their balance proved her correct.

“Please, you’re no help to anyone dead. Both of you,” she grabbed Bucky’s hand and held it as she looked at Nat. “If I make it out of this, I want to know that everyone who’s become family to me, will still be there.”

“I can’t let you just go and sacrifice yourself,” Bucky started, but Nat came and put a hand on his shoulder.

“She’s not wrong, Barnes. We may have fought some crazy stuff, but we had time to prepare for it to an extent. Two super soldiers aren’t going to last long out here by ourselves,” she bargained. “We’re more help to her getting the whole team up here.”

“She’s right,” Y/N nodded, thankful that Nat was on her side.

Without another second to contemplate, a huge tree was airborne and headed straight to the three.

Y/N sensed it though and quickly turned to put her hands up to create a force field that stopped the tree in its place and froze it mid-air.

“No time to continue this debate,” she grunted as she caught her breath and dropped the tree to the ground with a soft crash. “Get inside and tell the team what we’re up against. And get Wanda up here!”

He would have nailed his feet to the ground if it meant he could stay and fight alongside her, but she was right. The only people who had a chance to make it out of this battle with little injuries were those with bigger powers than enhanced strength and agility.

Another round of trees started uprooting and randomly flying toward the area Y/N was at. Bucky heard Nat shout for him to run and follow him and he hesitated, but quickly started sprinting as the large trees were being thrown haphazardly.

“She’s going to die out there,” Bucky shouted, turning and looking back when he could.

“She’ll be fine for now,” Nat tried to comfort him, but he could tell she didn’t believe it fully either.

Y/N looked back at the two who were out of the firing zone and her anger spilled over at the fact that someone was destroying what she had created as a home.

She threw her hands to the side and the motion caused the space of attack to freeze. Trees that were flying mid-air froze and it looked like a scene out of a weird art exhibit.

“Come out and face me. You won’t win with those kinds of games and you know it,” she shouted into the vacant plot of land.

Then as if a facade lifted, two people were exposed. They were about 20 feet away coming out of the tree line.

Two women. One in her mid to late 20s and the other a young teenager. She could pass as 16, but Y/N could tell she was younger. Enough trauma ages a person.

“Who are you?” she questioned looking at them sternly.

“I think you know who we are…”

She didn’t see either of the girls move their lips so she wasn’t sure how she heard it so clearly, especially since they weren’t in close distance, but then in a flash, memories slammed through her skull.

She fell to her knees and cradled her head in pain as vivid and clear memories were forced onto her without warning. Her body wasn’t producing them and it felt like hundreds of needles prickling her head as they came through violently.

She saw in the flashbacks the kind of torture that she had endured, but it wasn’t her receiving it this time. The woman that stood down the way from her was sending her own personal memories of the torment and pain she endured under Dr. Hartley and the others.

She was trying to find an out of all this madness, but she could tell the girl who was doing this to her had practice. But she wasn’t strong enough to hold Y/N down for as long as she hoped.

Y/N let out a gut-wrenching scream as she fought against the pain her body was put under and broke the spell while also throwing the two girls back exerting her power.

When she looked at them again, she only saw red and the older one looked perplexed.

“You weren’t supposed to be able to do that,” she mumbled.

Y/N stood straighter and rolled her shoulders back.

“Yeah, I’ve been told that before.”

And with that, fury fuelled her fight. Mist of purple and galaxy filled hazes were thrown at the two as a second fight broke out on the campus grounds.

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The Stark Legacy (24)

Tony Stark's daughter (OC) x Bucky Barnes epic slowburn

Daybreak, part of Book III: Power (see previous or series)

Summary: An emergency hits Wakanda, leaving Bucky to race against the current threat. Tony lands in the aftermath, stunned.

Warnings for descriptions of painful Inhuman transformation/canon-level gore and action. Rated Teen/15+ ONLY, please. WC 3.2k A/N: eeee! We've reached one of my fave chapters 🤩 Hope you enjoy 😘

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR—March 2039

“The King of Atlantis and his sentries are still searching the seas for Doom, and our ground intel has garnered no further sightings,” T’Challa finished his portion of the brief in a mumble of disappointment. “I cannot ask Namor to continue to expend resources when weeks have left us no closer to capture or proof of death.”

Shuri nodded toward her brother. “At least the threat of a wide release of D-Lite seems to be handled for now. Romanoff has completed her trace of the tainted heroin from Marshall’s facility after it arrived in Hong Kong and will return to New York soon.”

Bucky remained seated, quiet and watchful. He and the white-haired Ororo were the only two that did not speak. T’Challa’s betrothed sat quietly, eyes turned away towards the windows. Ororo, Storm they called her, always became the most concerned when the weather was beautifully clear. Nature spoke to her, and when nature was quiet, she listened harder. Bucky was mostly distracted by her hair, a silkier, lighter version of T’Challa’s mother’s, and Ramonda had the loveliest hair. Sam Wilson nudged him to participate, but Bucky lifted a palm to indicate Wilson could proceed without him.

Falcon started the hologram, describing several mutated figures captured from across Northern Africa. “Unfortunately, these appear to be victims of the same drug Nat tracked down in China. A portion of the shipment must have been smuggled into a Mediterranean port before we were able to intercept. Less than half of those we’ve found took it voluntarily, but none of those can describe their attackers.”

The whole group sighed in exhaustion. While this was a lazy, mid-morning gathering, mission after mission fighting for a semblance of control across the world left them ragged. T’Challa scanned the information but asked nothing. That part was Bucky and Wilson’s assignment, and the King of Wakanda left it in their hands. Monsters, creatures, mutants, inhumans—whatever you wanted to call them needed to be captured, questioned, and distributed to the proper authority. Criminals to the police, victims to the proper hospital or therapy, and children and young adults to Xavier’s School.

Bucky was a soldier, neither a babysitter nor a therapist, but witnessing the confused, violent suffering of newly transformed people took its own special toll. When a Dosed woman screamed “Who could do this to someone?” with tears streaming down her face before her insides boiled out through every orifice, Bucky thought of Sam’s apparent “choice” to become something else. That woman died in transformation. When another Dosed man viciously slashed at him with thorny tentacles, growling about his right to be as powerful and deadly as he could manage, Bucky thought of Sam becoming an unrecognizable enemy. However, since that first meal after the team dropped Doom off the coast to supposedly drown, Wilson had conspicuously failed to mention either Samantha or Bucky’s new arm. Big Sam did seem to eye him knowingly whenever Bucky’s thoughts wandered to a new sensation or her condition. Bucky thought to say something aloud a few times, but what he wanted to say changed constantly, multiple times a day, for weeks. So while Falcon remained methodical and cool-headed, Bucky felt as though the unknown outcome of each mission was unravelling him like a single thread pulled from a parachute. At some point, his mind wouldn’t hold up his body anymore, and he’d crash.

”Stark is due back today,” Wilson added after a long pause. Bucky jolted from his reverie.

Shuri nodded again. “We have tracked his progress in the solar system, a few hours at most an—.”

Ororo snapped up from her chair. “Something is wrong.”

Dora Milaje burst into the room.

“My King, there is…we must go.”

Shuri furiously swiped through her tablet to view the alarm. “The border registers a sea level disturbance.”

T’Challa straightened. “I am not fleeing from an earthquake.” Storm grabbed his arm, eyes clouding as white as her hair briefly.

“It’s not an earthquake, brother,” Shuri stood this time, shuffling across the room, “it is a tsunami.” She said no more before bolting down the hallway.

Without pause, everyone seated rose and rushed out after her. T’Challa ordered transports sent to villages to remove civilians from the ground back to the highest buildings. Shuri sent evacuation instructions to crowded rural populations on higher ground, then divided any remaining areas to select guards and their Kimoyo beads. Falcon got his assigned location and jumped from the nearest balcony. Storm descended to assist the transports heading to the coast outside. The terrain of Wakanda flashed through Bucky’s mind as the orders were given, allowing a sickening thought to awaken: the annex lab sat in a gentle valley closer to the cost.

He spun Shuri around to face him. “What about Samantha?”

“There is no time, James. We must get as many civilians above it as possible.”

“She is a civilian.”

“The cryo tanks should survive the impact. We built them outside of the barrier for a reason, and you know that Barnes. You cannot go—”

Bucky was out the door before Shuri could finish; ‘should’ was not good enough. He took his bike from the platform and raced towards the secluded building where he’d first been stored decades ago when Steve hid him in Wakanda. He had been given the chance to reclaim his mind and his life; he could not let Sam die submerged in a tomb of his own making. He feared her changing, but he feared her death more.

His bike had never felt slower though he topped the speedometer as high as he dared. He could feel the heavy impact of his steps on the soft ground, the concrete floor, the suspended stairs, and finally on the clanking metal scaffold in front of Sam’s frozen, serene face. Bucky tapped the panel to the right of the container. It showed only her unchanging vitals and temperature control; he was not authorized to change it.

“Shuri,” he shrieked through the comms. She didn’t answer right away. “Shuri!”

“I’m sorry, Barnes. I’m not going to expose you both. Get to the highest lev—”

Bucky cut off his comm. He slammed his fists against the clear, solid wall between him and Sam. There must be a failsafe on impact, something, anything to trigger the door. It was only when he stopped beating the glass to pry the seal that he heard the small beeps.

The screen to the right had changed. It showed neon green text against a black screen, like an ancient computer: James Buchanan Barnes? Yes/No

He tapped Yes. Another question: Will you save Samantha Stark? Yes/No

He tapped Yes again. Almost before he hit the response, one more question popped up: Do you promise? Yes/No

What the hell? He tapped Yes, and the modern screen appeared again, flashing the start of the reversal sequence. The vapor and frost seemed to take an eternity to dissipate, and Bucky could see nothing outside of the fogged windows facing the valley. He willed the chamber to warm faster, but a thought sprang up in the back of his mind. If the sequence isn’t complete, or the whole process is rushed, what happens to her? His stomach churned. Time slowed to a crawl.

The fear left him when the glass slid away from a flesh-toned Sam. It had to; there was no time for fear. Bucky gracelessly heaved Sam over his shoulder and fled the building. When the rhythm of his run slowed, approaching the motorcycle, he noticed her moving. The excitement he felt died when he saw her face as she clawed her way out of his arms. Sam screamed, eyes fixed on the bike. What the hell?

“No,” Sam screamed over and over pulling away from him with every ounce of energy she could muster which was shockingly strong.

You idiot, Buck. Her accident. “Sam, I promise I’ll keep you safe. Stop, quit fighting—you have to get on.”

She didn’t relent. For a moment, Bucky thought of knocking her unconscious, but he couldn’t bring himself to swing. Then he saw her skin, orange and raging into a glowing yellow, like a twinkling star up close, but that wasn’t all. Whole areas over her body shone blue and flashed as if the yellow beneath were trying to escape. They still had to move. “Get on the damn bike!”

Dragged forward by his arms, Sam fell to her knees. She’d stopped screaming, now only taking huge rattling breaths, no longer loud enough to hide the rushing sound of water nearby.

If the wave is that close, Bucky thought, it’s too late, and the water slammed him back into the corner of the building.

The flash of the barrier nearly blinded him on reentry. Unable to reach anyone on comms, Tony jetted towards Wakanda pulling so many g’s, he nearly passed out and crash-landed outside the glistening dome. His body fatigued by Earth’s gravity, he kept the entire Iron Man suit on to prop up his weakened skeleton. The fog was thick, the ground covered in nearly two inches of water that rippled slowly as it slid back downhill. Bit odd for this terrain. He looked around. He had to use infrared sensors to perceive anything over two meters away. His scan showed rubble to his right, two prone bodies, and an warning that one more approached from behind him.

He squelched through the mud towards the bodies. Friendlies?

“You filthy, selfish surface dwellers,” a deep voice echoed from behind him. “My wave should have crushed you.”

Not friendly then, but familiar.

“Payment is required for your missteps, human.” This time the growl was personal, delivered with acid irritation, but no form or shadow could penetrate the mist.

Tony leaned down to the first body. Friday sensed a pulse, scanned, and found no other injuries. He rolled the mud-covered figure to face him, wiping hair away and out of the receding water. It was Sam, barely. From a video connection across space, nearly a year ago at Harvard, and a boozy-fog of a wedding reception, he had little reference for her features beneath the caked earth, yet his daughter was laying unconscious in a field with an enemy 15 meters away. He looked at her scan again: no indications of a healed fracture, or any injury at all. Had he been wrong? Worried these weeks for nothing?

“He took her because of you, Stark,” the voice shouted.

Tony spun, blasters ready, struggling to raise his heavy arms. There stood the King of Atlantis, shimmering in the low light of the mist, hardly dressed and dripping wet.

“What did you do?” Tony blurted. His interactions with Namor were more limited than those with Sam. Namor always struck him as an even more arrogant and fool-hardy version of himself, or perhaps just a younger version, except with zero humor. Add in the additional intensity of blood royalty, and King Waterworld embodied everything that irritated Tony.

A long, sharp trident lowered towards Iron Man’s neck. “What have I done? You and that cheeky princess have enabled terror and destruction upon my city. You killed my people.”

Tony touched a finger to the foreign sea metal to nudge it away from himself and Sam. “I literally just got here, so you’re gonna need to be more specific. Last I saw, you were helping zap a zit off that coast,” he pointed, taking the opportunity to stand and step away. Friday beeped that the second form was stirring.

The king’s nostrils flared. “A mutant dosed with my genetic code—the containment for which Princess was solely responsible—attacked my home. My betrothed was taken,” Namor seethed, gripping his weapon anxiously, “Tigershark, he called himself, and when he razed our palace, he claimed we could ‘thank Young Stark.’”

Tony’s mind went into overdrive, processing years of information told in pieces or briefs all at once: Namor’s DNA, ‘Young Stark,’ the glow he’d seen Sam inject into Bucky’s shoulder. Extremis samples in the Wakandan shipment stolen a year earlier, among samples of multiple mutants. Simon Marshall’s experiments to produced new mutants. Marshall taught at Harvard. Sam went to Harvard. ‘Young Stark.’ No trace of a healed break… Stall.

“Yes,” Tony stumbled before catching his stride, “our lifespans must be very comical down below. You look marvelous for being twice my age, by the way. You know, I diet, but—”

“Enough,” Namor bellowed then advanced. “Dorma,” the king whispered, “deserves justice.”

“And just out of pure curiosity,” Tony added, “what would satisfy your…justice? I’m not up on my Atlantean law—”

“You cheek, as the Princess up there does—” Tony kept his eyes fixated on the direction of the trident, now raised to the hill of the city—“It seems the guilty of the surface can do nothing but belittle the lives of my people. You,” Namor snapped at the newly risen figure behind the rubble. “They call you Captain. Are you the one who stopped my ocean’s advance? I doubt it, weak as you appear after a little splash.” The king smirked.

Tony shifted to see Barnes covered head to toe in thick, dripping muck. “You look like shit,” Tony stated flatly. On any other day, Tony would be thankful for that small victory. That irritatingly naive soldier never aged and still acted oblivious to having fangirls across the world ogling his blue eyes. Tony watched those blue eyes roll across the ground, slowly sweeping back when he saw Samantha’s body a few feet away. Today, Tony was simply thankful Namor had no clue Samantha Stark existed. Bucky met Tony’s gaze, a question silently conveyed and answered in an instant. Bless you for being sharper than you look, Terminator—wait, no arm. What do I call you now?

Bucky raised his hands slowly, stepping away from Sam. “You can deal with me.”

“You did nothing,” Namor advanced savagely. “What good does a lap dog do me?”

Tony jumped in to further distract the Sub-Mariner. “Actually, that one is definitely more of a cat. Very anti-social, gives everybody dirty looks. The original Cap, now he’s your golden retriever typ—”

“How then—” the tines of the trident laced around the iron throat “—do you propose to make amends?” Namor slid his hand up the shaft to tower over Tony, face to mask.

Inside the suit, Tony’s eyes shifted to Sam. She hadn’t moved yet. The helmet split open to reveal his own haggard face to the king. “I can bring her back to you,” he said honestly, “Dorma, was it? But for the record, I did not knowingly help anyone to attack you—”

“Stark,” Bucky mumbled in warning.

“I can offer you…myself, as a hostage and helper in finding this—this Tigershark.”

Namor regarded Tony thoroughly, sizing up his ability and his sincerity all in one raking with his pitch black eyes.

“I know what that feels like,” Tony quietly added, “to lose her.”

This seemed to refocus the King on his answer. “And Wakanda’s Princess will give me the tool to rip apart that murderer,” Namor said finally.

“We’ve got all sorts of tools,” Tony chirped, “take your pick.”

Namor twisted his trident to pinch the suit’s jaw and shoulder. “I require the Cosmic Cube.”

Except that one, Tony thought, holy shit, you are not getting an infinity stone. “That’s…not currently available for loan,” he started, though the trident twisted more, “but Cap here will take your request straight to top brass, yes?”

Tony could only assume Bucky nodded behind him when the scraping metal slid away from his own neck.

“There will be other consequences,” Namor allowed, “once Tigershark is killed and Dorma is safe.”

“Of course,” Tony said, “I’ve heard shark is delicious.” From the look returned to him, Tony knew he’d need to hold his tongue as best he could.

“Humans are disgusting,” Namor grunted, yet tossed his head to lead Tony away.

Stark sighed in relief for equipping that suit to be air-tight and pressurized when necessary. Tony checked his oxygen supply left from re-entry. The marker read 79%, so maybe he wouldn’t die…right away. The king grabbed the suit’s arm when Tony delayed, a grip as tight as a vice, and led them back towards the sea. Poetic justice if he snaps my arm, Tony mused. “I will not drown you,” Namor added, “as long as you are useful.”

Ah, there it is, the warm tingle of friendship. As Tony shut and sealed his helmet again, squelching through the mud, he hoped Barnes understood to protect his daughter in his absence.

Bucky was attempting to get an arm under Sam and enough traction under his feet to lift her when Wilson yelled from above that he was incoming.

“Sweet Barbecuing Betty,” Falcon sassed as he landed beside Bucky kneeling in the mud. “Look at the crisp on that wall.”

Bucky looked up to see some of the fog clearing. A black, charred streak defaced the entire side of the four story annex building. Towards the center of the mark were indentation with white ash peeling away in the damp.

Falcon continued, hands on hips, taking a few steadying, wet breaths. “When did Shuri create that bomb, you think? Wish she would have told you about it before you drove right into the line of fire. Your comm wash away?”

“How many did it get?” Bucky asked.

Falcon shrugged, lifting his goggles to rub his eyes. “No one past that hill at least. We’re checking the coast now.” He finally looked down towards Barnes before panic rose in his voice. “The hell— Is she breathing? Lil’ Sam, can you hear me?”

“She’s—” Bucky didn’t know how to describe it, but Wilson bent to check her regardless. Pulse fine, breathing slow and unhindered, but his hands and her face were too dirty for him to check her pupils. Instead he changed the subject. “What do you mean—what did you see?” Bucky planted a foot against a root in the ground to push him and Samantha upright.

“From up there,” Wilson rattled, eyes on Lil’Sam and using a palm to scrape excess muck off of her, “the water was a strange shape, like it pointed to the city, and then it just…exploded—evaporated really. Looked like a bomb went off. Turned the whole thing to fog and mist and rain… Man, it’s hard to breathe in this. Think she’s having trouble?” Falcon checked her for the third time, looking towards the building for the next safest step. The blackened facade distracted both men for a moment, specifically the bottom of the scorch mark that showed a perfect outline of a human bust. Wilson spun around, assessing the newly visible terrain. They were standing in a wide, shallow hole approximately ten meters across, spotted with sharp blades of sunlight. “You’re gonna tell me what the hell happened here, right?”

Bucky remained fixated on the Annex wall, unflinching. “As soon as I know,” he mumbled before meeting Falcon’s eyes. Bucky shifted Sam’s weight to keep the mud from slipping them apart. “We need to see Banner.”

[Chapter 25: Compound]

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

#the stark legacy #tony stark's daughter #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #slow burn #slow build #epic tale #avengers fanfiction #tony stark fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction

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niuniente · 1 year

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Got a really dumb question but do you write and draw the death head comic? Cause some of the way you talk about it and the characters seems like you don't know what's happening next? Like in an earlier ask you said you wished Pearl would tell you about her past relationships and you're curious about them. You've worded things similarly in other asks.

It's a good question and something I have talked a bit here over the course of this year.

All my comics, DHD included, is 99% improvised. I have absolutely no idea what will happen, who will pop out, what they are saying exactly etc. I'm only a one step ahead of you so that I can draw the comic but sometimes - and quite often - characters reveal me something that I have no idea of. One example from FUZZY:

When I started drawing FUZZY, the main character Fuzzy, who doesn't speak, wrote his name on a paper for a seer named Irene. She saved the note. After some time, Loid crashes in Irene's place and goes to sleep in her bed (as he had a fight with Fuzzy and got hurt). Loid sees the note of Fuzzy's name next to Irene's bed and goes "Ah, so that's your name, 'Fuzzy'... The Bringer of Misfortune".

I had absolutely no idea what Loid was saying! What do you mean it means The Bringer of Misfortune??? That's horrible, Fuzzy is so cute, what does it mean??? Tell me??

But Loid didn't tell (he's a bastard to work with lol, much cuter in his DHD world version). It was months and months later in the story when I found out what The Bringer of Misfortune means. It was extremely relevant to the whole plot of FUZZY.

Vanilla (being named like that) ending up hunting Alrick with a gun was NOT my idea. It was Vanilla's. It was as big of a surprise to you as it was for me! If I had decided, Vanilla would have been just a side character who speaks a bit with Alrick so Alrick can determine if the offered job in that specific company is safe for Miranda. I still don't know who this Tony is Vanilla is referring to or what her shady businesses are. I guess I'll never know.

I think I wrote some time ago a really long list of just things in DHD which I had not decided. Here are some:

Regional masks

Miranda's existence and name

Viv's existence

Lou-Lou's existence and her past with her horrible ex and her name

Kahamet (I saw him in a dream with his name in 2017 I think??)

Why Alrick doesn't speak

Dio's existence and his name

Dinky Sugar taking the spotlight in her comic

Joon's existence and his name (I saw in my mind a woman speaking with a rabbit DHD man from the East but it was not Alrick)

Regional masks

Grimm being an ex-elite

Loid being an ex-DH and good friends with Pearl

Pearl working in Cat Cafe with Loid

Singer's existence

Soon's existence and name

West faction leaders (you'll see them in the future)

Grimm and Pearl being married

Alyssee's existence and name (her surname I decided myself)

Grimm having a seal point face (a reader's idea)

The reason why Dio changed factions

I've learned years ago that I shouldn't even have any plans, if I can help it, as the characters will run the story themselves and the worldbuilding reveals itself little by little. In that sense, I can't take full credit for what I do. It more or less comes to me and I draw according to what I have received or according to the direction I'm pointed at.

This is why I love to speak with the readers and check comments, as they will figure out things I'm not aware of. The best case of this is that readers in Death-Head's Deal Fan Club Discord noticed that Grimm and Dio share the same mask style and they both are from North. So, it must mean the masks are regional coded.

I didn't know that! I didn't intentionally draw the masks matching - I didn't even notice it and wouldn't have not noticed!

#ask niu

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whotf-atemywaffles · 8 months

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Stick Season

Bucky Barnes x reader No use of Y/N idk if there are any Tw's if there are let me know and i will update asap ( only ones i can think of are ) TW: Depression, events of endgame, not proofread

Summary:After being left heartbroken by Bucky, you research how to bring back those lost to the Snap and finally succeed with Scott Lang's help. You find Bucky in Romania, realizing you still love each other. You both return to the Avengers compound and catch up with the team. You vow to never let anything come between you again and fight to protect the world together.

1 day. 1 day was all it took, all it took for everything to be destroyed. You sighed as you lifted your head from your hands as you thought about how Bucky had promised you that you were more than all the miles combined. you and Bucky had attempted to try long-distance, while you were on a mission that required you to stay a few states away, the team could visit you; and as everyone says, it never works out, and as cliché as it sounds you replied with, Yeah but we will be different, oh how wrong you were…Bucky had promised you that you were worth more than any amount of miles he would drive to see you..but You had assumed he changed his mind; you were on the phone talking as bucky was driving too you, talking about everything and nothing all at once. Eventually his voice trailed off, exactly as he passed the exit sign that would’ve taken him to you, Kept on driving straight and left your future to the right…he must have changed his mind. You sat there, staring blankly at the wall as tears streamed down your face. Everything felt like it was falling apart, and you didn't know how to fix it. You couldn't believe that Bucky had just given up on your relationship like that. All those promises and sweet nothings, gone in an instant.

that was 2 years ago…

Now your mission is finally finished, all you wanted to do was return to the compound, while simultaneously never wanting to go back ever again. on the drive back it had begun to rain, well more downpour, provoking your newly found fear of weather, because you saw his face when it rained. When everything had happened you started to talk to a qualified therapist, who was not at all Bruce Banner…he told you that when you were done with your mission, you should travel. Now that everything is done, half of the world is missing, and there's Covid on the planes.

with a heavy sigh you keep driving, you're still a few hours out, almost there, you would’ve called, but you didn't know who was left, when the battle happened with thanos you ended up in space with Dr strange, Tony, and Peter. as soon as you made it back to earth much to Natasha’s protests you left, returning to your mission. You couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Bucky. Had he moved on? Had he found someone else? The thought made your heart ache. You tried to push it to the back of your mind and focus on the road ahead.

As you drove, you realised that you didn't know what awaited you at the compound. Who was still alive? Who had been lost to the Snap? Despite your fears, you knew that you had to face whatever was ahead. You took a deep breath and kept driving, ready for whatever came next. You finally arrived at the compound, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. As you stepped out of the car, you were greeted by a familiar face - Steve Rogers. He gave you a warm smile and a hug, and you felt a wave of emotion wash over you. You spent the rest of the day catching up with the Avengers who had survived the Snap, but one person was still missing. You couldn't help but wonder if Bucky was among the casualties. Natasha had noted you had been different, you laughed less, your eyes were more grey…But she decided not to say anything for the time being, You're no longer funny cause you miss the way he laughed That night, as you lay in bed, afraid of sleeping, because everytime you try you dream of some version of him. you made a decision - you were going to find out how to bring him back, no matter what. You spent the next few weeks pouring over research and talking to anyone who might have information on how to bring back those lost to the Snap. This was impossible. another 3 years passed. nothing, until. you were sitting in the compound with Natasha when Steve walked in, The two were talking, until you hear something on the camera outside, “Em… Hello? I don’t know if you remember me but im scott lang-or-Antman we met in Germany” He said while frantically flailing his arms around similar to one of those wacky inflatable arm-flailing tube men.

“Is this a recording?” Steve asked. “It's a live feed” I say softly. “Let him in,” Nat says. Scott's arrival brought a glimmer of hope to the team. He explained that he had been trapped in the Quantum Realm during the Snap, but had managed to escape. He believed that the Quantum Realm held the key to reversing the Snap and bringing back those who were lost. The team listened intently as he explained his theory, and together they began to work on a plan to enter the Quantum Realm and retrieve the necessary materials to bring everyone back, with the help of Tony Stark.

After months of preparation and a gruelling battle, the team was able to reverse the Snap and bring back those who were lost. As you looked around at the faces of your friends and loved ones, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to make things right. But there was still one thing missing - Bucky. You knew that you had to find him, no matter what it took. You made a promise to yourself to never give up until you were reunited with the man you loved.

Months passed as you continued your search for Bucky. You followed every lead, talked to every contact, and scoured every corner of the globe. Just when you were about to give up hope, a lead took you to a small village in Romania. You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw him - Bucky, alive and well, but different. he was happy, and it broke your heart for some odd reason, maybe because when he left you were left hollow, drinking alcohol till your friends came home for Christmas, telling yourself you not playing the victim, because he actually just left, out of the blue. To think because of him you gave up being funny, and making jokes, because what's the point if the person you made them for isn’t there to laugh

You took a deep breath and approached him. He looked up and his face lit up when he saw you. You stood there for a moment, taking each other in, until he finally spoke. "I never thought I'd see you again," he said softly, tears in his eyes. “well, isn't that what you wanted?” You ask gently

"I thought it was what I wanted," Bucky replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "But being without you showed me that I was wrong. I was lost without you, and I didn't realise it until it was too late." You both stood there in silence for a moment, as you stand together your reminded of the dreams you had every time you close your eyes or every time it rained, of the man you didn't have, but did not lose

The two of you spent the next few weeks catching up on everything that had happened since you last saw each other. You talked about your missions, your fears, and your hopes for the future. It was as if no time had passed at all. You knew that things wouldn't be easy, that you both had a lot of healing to do, but you were willing to try. You made a promise to each other to never let anything come between you again. As you walked hand in hand through the streets of the small village, you felt as though you had finally found your way back home.

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x you #winter soilder #x reader #marvel

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@mxrvelouscreations cont. [x]

Khan definitely isn't opposed to having sex without any forms of attachment included.

Especially not when it's with an individual he deems attractive, someone that is pleasing to the eyes, sexy even; Tony Stark fits all three categories, so when the other had downed a few glasses of Whiskey and started to become what must be a flirty version of his, Khan had accepted those advances without much hesitation.

Well, what can he say - he's just a man, one who holds the same desires as others do. He's been here for a few months now, on Earth, as humans call it, and he's ready to simply embrace life in the way it comes for him.

So here he is, half-sitting half-lying in the other one's bed, fingers digging into a set of hips when Tony lowers himself on his cock, allowing inch after inch to sink into the heat of what is his eager body. Soon Khan has bottomed out, the whole of his erection deep inside, with Stark gasping as he starts to ride him slowly---

Khan, in return, bites his own bottom lip, nostrils flaring as he feels the heat coiling inside the pit of his stomach. He inhales, exhales, smirks as his hips start to move with the other, pushing up rather roughly as he's not really patient enough to remain too gentle; He knows Tony will be able to take it, no need to be hesitant.

"---Enjoy riding my cock?", he hums lowly, from somewhere deep inside his lungs, exhaled against the shell of the other's ear. "Seems like you do. You're so tight - I can feel you clenching around me."

#mxrvelouscreations #UnSFW #Verse -> MCU

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captainjimothycarter · 8 days

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Only Forever

Steve reflects on how much his life has changed in the seven months since he's come home to 1945.

We’ll have the band play something slow. I’d hate to step on -” March 17, 1945 A week from next Saturday. That’s what Peggy had told him, the date of what could’ve been forever burned into his mind. Each anniversary that had passed in the fourteen or so years he was in the future, Steve could feel his heart growing heavier and heavier knowing that he never gave the love of his life the dance she deserved. They both knew that he wouldn’t make that date. That there should’ve been no way in heaven or hell that he would survive that crash, but finally here he was. A much older version of himself, one who had seen and done too much. One who was simply so tired. Tired of losing. Tired of hurting. Tired of denying himself that happiness. However, time had never been in Steve’s favor. Born too early. Too late for the start of the war. Too late to save Bucky before he is captured the first time. Too late to save him before he fell. Too late for a date that should’ve never come in the first place. Today, however, time was slightly on his side if only he could get control of his nerves. The watch on his wrist read just past 8:34 pm. So he wasn’t that late. The night air was cool, a promise of spring lingering with the breeze whipping around him. Steve took in a deep breath in an attempt to calm his nerves, listening to the sound of muffled talk and laughter wafting from the side, employee entrance of the club. A milk crate propped the door open, letting the sound and music from the band waft into the dead-end alley. The side entrance was provided to make it easier to slip inside without being seen by too many people. Steve avoided those staggering drunk in the hall, listening to their celebration of the war believing it started to come to a close. If only they knew what would have to be done to end this war. His eyes scanned the crowd, spotting Howard Stark charming it with some lady dressed in black at the bar. He could see Tony in him, the thought of his late friend making his stomach clench. He was going to make this right. The Howling Commandos were in a booth in the corner, several shots sitting on the table, a show of their mourning of both him and Bucky. If only they knew. They would soon. Was he too late? Had Peggy decided to leave for the night? She had told him at one point while in the nursing home, that she’d gone to the Stork Club and felt ridiculous standing there. Denying person after person for a dance. They knew she was waiting for a man who would never come, but having that foolish amount of hope that one must cling to, to survive. “You just never learn, do you, soldier?”

Another post for Steggy Month. Full credit for the background photo goes to @dirtydoctorwho and their amazing skills :)

#Steggy #Steggy Month #StevePeggy #Steve x Peggy #Peggy Carter #Steve Rogers

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nightmare-67 · 3 months

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I think it's about time to show you the Honey Nut Cheerios of my ideas... And by that I mean My Infinity Protector's AU!

All of them are versions of Tony Stark from an alternate universe and they all protect a certain infinity stone. So, here are their official designs with the help of Gacha Life 2 (thank god for this app, it has helped me so much... So, this is just characterization... Not my art... Yet-).

Starting from Left to Right.

Soul Stone Protector! AU- He's a bit of a prick but he's protective. His form is that of an arch angel. (Ship- IronStrange)

Reality Stone Protector! AU- It's a female Tony Stark this time and she is very hot. Let's say Hydra had fun trying out how the Reality Stone works on humans! (Ship- Female! IronStrange)

Space Stone Protector! AU (With hair covering eyes and eyes shown) - Which you have probably seen from other post. He is a child Tony Stark and his parental figure is Loki! (Ship- He's a child-)

Power Stone Protector! AU- He's more of a young adult Tony Stark with enough baggage to make the original Tony Stark question why he exists. He's a dick. That's it- (Ship- Unknown)

Mind Stone Protector! AU (With eyes covered and without) - He's a 17 year old Tony Stark and he lives in a world with people who have power and wings. He had none until the Mind Stone. Stephen is also a very protective bird boyfriend. (Ship- IronStrange)

Time Stone Protector! AU (aka the favorite boi) (also with and without iron man mask/ Yes I know it's a cat mask-/) - You must have already seen him if you know my art by now. He's angsty and super powerful... That's about it for rn. (Ship- unrequited IronStrange)

Hope you like them as much as I do. Can't wait to explain their stories and art work (hopefully) soon! - N. 67

#au #alternative universe #tony stark au #concepts #gacha life 2 #gacha life oc #tony stark #ironstrange #design

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iloveasunflower · 1 year

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Roland's Tour Diary: 7th May

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Saturday, May 7, 2005

Well, another intense period is finally over for TFF, I can stop obsessing about my voice and leave the calorific honey and lemon to one side for a while. I feel we left London on a high, even if some of the reviews have made out otherwise. The mind boggles as to how people read body language – Curt and I are getting on famously – if we weren’t, you’d soon hear about it and I could indulge in some fantastic bitching during this tour diary – but no – live, we are a band and have no desire to ‘Wham’ it up with fake buddiness.

I’ve read some of the comments posted and can’t say I disagree with even the more negative ones. We were caught slightly off-guard by the lack of awareness of ELAHE in the UK, and I think Glasgow was the peak of a mutual ignorance, with us clumsily dividing the set into old and new. It wasn’t until Newcastle that we remedied the situation – and boy, what an audience! Shades of New York!

I also think we have too much of the new album in the set. Admittedly, the touring was designed to get the point across, but I do think we could make a better show, if we increased the repertoire and started to replace some of the newer songs – more upbeat tunes would work in our favor, and as we are hitting the US in the summer, it might well be time for a change. (Points taken about RATKOS – however, bear it in mind, we do three songs from ‘Big Chair’ – ‘Listen’ would be impossible and ‘The Working Hour’ requires a saxophone – any offers? ‘I Believe’ – maybe. )

Cardiff was as close to a home gig as we could get, with a couple of busloads crossing the Severn Bridge from Bath and Bristol. The atmosphere was very casual and relaxed, and the gathering in the green room, after the show, did resemble a wedding. One great thing about being a ‘seasoned professional’ is you learn to take things like playing in front of friends, family and neighbors in your stride – you just imagine you’re throwing a big party!

Points also taken about the dance remixes that are accompanying the UK single releases, although I would say I have a fondness for the ‘Call Me Mellow’ ones. I guess like Tony Blair it’s time to listen to the electorate and start working on some obscure beauty in the form of B-sides, that would titillate the fans, and keep us interested. I’m also touched by some of your comments about RATKOS – I believe that album must have sold by word of mouth, as it didn’t receive much attention at the time. Over 700,000 copies now sold (unless I’ve been misinformed – can’t be that many hardcore fans) – not bad considering.

It’s off to Paris on Sunday for more delightful press and promotion – things, however, have gone our way there with the CTTH video getting a nice bit of airtime. As you are probably aware, we are playing a show in the French capital on June 18 (with Moby and Garbage), and the record company has certainly filled up our days over the coming week. I can’t wait for the late, late night chat shows with some poor sod trying to translate our perverse asides!

Anyways, thanks for all the interesting posts and glad that at least some of you enjoyed our UK adventure. Now is the time to put in your requests for live songs as Big Brother will be watching very intently over the next week ;)

Roland

#roland's tour diary #roland orzabal #elahe #everybody loves a happy ending #2000s #2005 #moby #garbage #uploads #tears for fears #tff #tearsforfearsfans

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Oh thank you!!

It's hard to choose but here's my five favourites!

sympathy, won't your come around?

“Oh god.” Steve turns, head on a slow swivel, looking around. He knows this alleyway. He knows this street, the buildings, tall and laden with clotheslines, running from fire escape to fire escape like veins bleeding life into the city. They’re in the wrong place. They’re in the wrong time.

A Change in Protocol

What if...Hydra was worse than even Steve knew? The Asset knows he should be grateful to his handlers. And he knows how he should show that gratitude. He just...never expected to have to do it for this handler.

In the Deep

Tony doesn't deal well with water, not since Afghanistan. But, he has been working on that, so when he and Steve get trapped in a water plant during a mission gone wrong, he can handle it. What he had not been expecting was for Steve to be the one having problems. Turns out Steve doesn't like water either, and he is not handling it.

All Too Familiar

The man in the Helicarrier is Important, so the Asset stays with him on the bank of the Potomac. Soon agents come to collect the man, and the Asset realises why he must know him. Or, Bucky, fresh from Hydra, watches the interactions between Steve and the Avengers, and comes to the logical conclusion that Steve must also be an asset like himself.

(or not)

It takes five days for the Howling Commandos to find Steve after he was captured by Hydra. By then Hydra had tortured him to the point of delirium. That doesn't dissuade the army from putting Steve back on the front lines when he's recovered. After all, Captain America can heal from anything, right? Bucky hates watching him repress it afterwards, but he doesn't get to do anything about it until Steve and Tony get captured again in another century.

Or something longer!

Alternatively

After waking up 70 years in the future, Steve thought that dealing with his fraying emotions while trying to lead a group of misfit super heroes would be the worst of his problems. That is until he's fighting a doppelganger version of himself who whispers three impossible words. "Bucky... is... alive." And then JARVIS has some interesting footage for him and Tony to see, and Steve soon finds himself doing something he never could have imagined; diving deep undercover in Hydra.

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Steve Returns

Chapter 1

Steve returns

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Sadness fluff mentions of self harm saying 18+ just for the hell of it. Some language I think. Sadness. Flashbacks before and after the ending of endgame.

She stared at the letter. She couldn't believe it. But on the other hand she did. She really wanted to hate him for not saying goodbye in person, face to face but she knew this was also his way of personally saying good bye.

Thier relationship wasn't perfect but, it wasn't bad. It was more of Steve's job that got in the way.

One time hydra had tried to kidnapp her, theh didn't succeed. She called Steve in a panic, others called 911 and Steve had raced down there. He held her as the paramedics checked her out but he insisted on bringing her back to Stark's tower to be checked out there. No one knew about thier relationship but Steve didn't care now if they found out. Steve kept it that way so this wouldn't happen but it did anyway. She was so shaken she could barely walk.

Everyone was more shocked that Steve brought a girl home than that there was an attempted kidnapping.

She was, minus her nerves, fine. They gave her something to help her calm down but she was fighting against it because she was scared. Steve sat on her medical bed stroaking her hair promising her that he'd stay with her even after she fell asleep that he wasn't going anywhere. He gave her a sweet kiss and then lied down letting her put her head on his chest. She put her hand on his chest.

"Close your eyes," he wispered.

Her hand tightened her grip on his shirt.

"I'm not leaving you. Just close your eyes"

"Feel my chest going up and down. Up and down?"

"Hmhm."

"Just breathe with me ok."

It took her a few tries but she did. Steve could feel her heart beat slow down to a normal rhythm. She soon feel asleep.

Steve just watched her. Smiling at how sweet she looked but in his mind he felt bad. If she was dating anyone eyes they wouldn't have tried to kidnap her.

Unbeknownst to him, due to his concentration being soly on her, Natasha, Tony, Pepper and Bruce had filed into watch them, after hearing Steve brought a girl back, and that sweet scene.

Tony started to walk to then.

"Tony, Tony stop!" Pepper yelled in a wisper. But of course he didnt.

Steve took her hand in his relaxing it from her grip.

"How she doing?"

"Scared. Had to give her a seditive. They said they were hydra."

"Must be one hell of a fighter to get away."

"Not really," he moved some hair from her eyes. "I mean I've been teaching her a few things but they tried it in broad daylight infront of a marine recruiting office." Steve responded without taking an eyes off her.

"Why doesn't she stay here for a couple days. I can give her, her own room if that's what she and you want and but I have a feeling she's going to be a bit attached to you for a few days. If you give me her address I can have someone get a few of her things."

"Thanks Tony."

"Yea."

Tony walked away leaving them alone, joinging the rest by the door. Steve closed his eyes and fell asleep too. But once Steve was asleep Tony walked back in to take some pictures he couldn't help himself to walk away from such a possible future blackmail moment.

Tony was right she was fairly attached to Steve and a bit skittish. She slept in Steve's room but couldn't fall asleep without medication, not yet anyway. He couldn't blame her. No one did. Bruce was nice enough to make a few syringes up and give them to cap since they would work faster than any pill version, and work better.

One night Steve was watching her sleep after he got out of a quick shower from some time in the gym. He played with one of the syringes in his hand. When he couldn't sleep he went to the gym or rather back. But now he had her in his bed, in his room. He didn't want to leave her alone. But he just couldn't sit still. So he decided to try one of the syringes. Thinking it probably wouldn't work anyway given his metabolism. It didn't work as well as it did on her, but it worked well enough to relax him.

She had woken up first. Watching him sleep for a change. And it was a change for him because he normally had some rough dreams but not that night, and not that rough either since she's been here.

"Morning flyboy," she smiled at him.

"You sleep ok?"

He nodded as he yawned with his arm still around her.

They fell into a routine and it became normal. Not even something Tony could tease about. He was happy for Steve.

Steve knew the only way to keep her safe was to break up with her. Tony tried to talk him out of it, Clint and Pepper too. Only Natasha saw the logic that if she had no value to him than there'd be no leverage. No leverage no reason to kidnapp or harm her.

Steve started to become more distant to her. It was only at night that he got to hold and give her a kiss or two. And then he couldn't even really do that. He'd sneak into bed after she was asleep hold her for a bit and then turn his back to her.

He was thankful when there was a hydra facility he had to go after.

Being focused on that he could push his fellings to the side.

She had corned him in their room, not wanting an explanation but telling him to be safe. Wrapping her arms around him and giving him a kiss. As much as Steve wanted to keep the kiss and hold it. he had to push her away, turning his back to her so he can wipe a tear. He is an old softy after all.

Uniform on, he took his bag and went to walk out when she grabbed his hand. Surprised he looked back. She just squeezed his hand and let go.

When they were away she went to Pepper.

"Why is Steve doing this? Acting cold like he doesn't care. I know he's faking. "

Pepper sighed she's been there...sort of.

"He thinks he's protecting you. If you have no value to him then he thinks that there'd be no leverage for hydra or anyone to kidnapp you."

She stopped for a moment

"That's asinine. I mean even when you get cheated on you can still care for an ex."

Pepper shrugged, "no one said men were smart. He wants to keep you safe. We've tried to talk him out of it, even Tony."

"Tony?" She laugged. "Steve never would listen to Tony. He does the opposite sometimes I mean usually thinks Tony's wrong anyway but and Steve would never admit it but I think he does it to piss Tony off."

They both had a laugh knowing Steve and Tony as well as they did.

"What if I do it to him what if I'm cold to Steve? Maybe he'll love me again?"

"He never stopped loving you."

"I know but I- I miss the way he acted i dont even get hugs or a kiss. If I stay up late enough and Steve thinks I'm sleeping he'll give me a kiss and if I wait for when he falls to sleep I try and give him a kiss and tell him I love him. Hope maybe something's getting through. I know the kiss thing sounds weird but he'd kiss me when when I was sleeping to wake me up-"

"Its ok you dont have to justify anything I get it. I don't know if it will work."

She decided to corner Sam in the stairwell and tell him to "Tell Steve if he doesn't cut out the bull shit..I'll cut myself."

She then walked away and hit her self in the face with her palm when she got to a floor. Thinking that sounded rediculous and stupid cut myself our of the relationship thats just what he wants. What if Sam thiught... but hed neve hink you'd actually cut yourself.. Stupid beyond stupid.

When Steve got back, she didn't know. She forgot and the quinnjet is quiet. All of a sudden the door flew open and Steve grabs her arms, she fought back a bit, uselessly of course.

"Let me see your wrists."

"What?"

"Let me see your wrists."

Not seeing any cuts he moved her sleves up. Nothing and then lifted her shirt up to check her abdomen when she pulled away.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"You told Sam you were cutting yourself."

"I knew that would come back to bite me and that not what I said I said I would if you didn't stop this shit. Just because you pretend to hate me doesn't mean they'll stop. And do you really think anyone is going to know that you kiss me before I go to bed or after you come back from a late night gym session."

He couldn't believe she wasn't buying it.

He tried hard.

"I was trying to make you buy it."

"Why?"

"So you would want to leave. Thought it would hurt you less."

"Steve we all know you suck at lying."

"Yea I've been told. That's why I've stayed away from you. No words."

"You're an ass"

"Me? I'm trying to protect you here."

"Oh yea so well that you think your actions caused you girlfriend to cut herself. "

"What did you tell Sam?"

"That if you don't stop the bull shit I will cut myself. I meant i doesnt even matter what i ment and its not that I did. But the look on his face...man was terrified." She laughed.

They both did for a moment. Then Steve watching her laugh realized he can't.

He stopped laughing. Turned serious.

"You're a bitch to do that." Walking out and slaming the door behind him. He leaned his head on the door hating himself for this but he knew he was protecting you. It was probably the only way he could and could ensure her protection.

I dont belong here. All ive ever done is hurt people I have saved them but I dont think I could have dealt with you getting physically hurt. I'm returning the stones. We've never attempted this many jumps with one person so we dont know how it will work. I may not be able to come back. It may not let me. If I don't, just remember I always loved you but there's someone else out thee for you that will able to take care of you more than I could without rushing into danger every week that will love you more than I do. That will choose you over thier job in a way I never could. I can't and I still can't. After decades I still want to (a bunch of words were crossed out so much so she knows she wont be able to recover them) if I see a way to save people I will do it. And you should be put first you know that just as much as I do.

Love always,

Steve

P.S. if I do come back you'll never read this unless you see this before I can take it back and then in that case don't kill me.

She called Bucky.

"He's gone isn't he?" She sighed into the phone

"Yea how'd you know."

"Wrote a letter said he had to fix things. And that he couldn't put me ahead of his work and I deserved someone who could. Such an ass." She chucked

Bucky did too. Steve never could put himself in front of others.

"You'll still keep in touch right?"

"I know it's not the whole story James. I know he's leaving things out not to hurt me. And I know you're leaving something out too."

"You got more than I did ahead of time."

"You didn't see him. When the blip started. He was a mess but he wouldn't" she shook her head. "He didn't want anyone to see. He'd cry at night, go into a storage room to "look for something "you know he makes a really sucky spy."

They both laughed at that.

"He was angrey depressed upset and everyone was looking to him. And he never once said "no." "No appearance. No talk to anything. He felt he had to. And im pretty sure he resented me after a while telling him to say no. You know he called me. To see if I was still...ya know. Ive never heard him sigh so happily. But I really think he resented me. I think he would have perfered you."

"Don't say that." he reached out for her hand. It was cold.

"I really think he did. You could've done something I was just. "

"Supportive"

"No I urged him to stop and take time for himself. To heal."

"No one's said that to him before."

She went to say something and stopped. James was right. No one probably did.

She started to walk through the park in her way home from work just like they used too. But someone else was watching her.

One day she was just feeling down. She felt like she was in a trance. Looking at things remembering what Steve had said or wondering what steve would say. She had her eyes transfixed on a large totally out of place sunflower when ended up accidently bumping into somone she dropped her items as did he. They both bent down saying sorry then they looked up and she dropped her items again. Breathing heavy her mknd went, "It was it had to be but it couldn't" she started to talk out loud,

"St-"

"Josh I mean Im josh sorry about this I wasn't looking."

"I-" she was still shocked. Blond hair just so. Blue eyes. A sweet smile the same sweet smile. She suddenly coulsnt breathe and just stared until the man cleared his throat.

"I uh I'm sorry, you look just like someone I kno- well knew I just. I'm sorry." She took a brrath and introduced herself. Andd then backpedel.

"I got caught up looking at the sunflower and I just i mean you do look like someone but not that much." She looked at the ground, trying to just think of something to say. He was in a suit a business suit.

"You're not a lawyer are you? Not going to sue me for running into you?"

"No," he laughed. "I'm an accountant."

Her eyes raised, "I know what that sounds like. But I swear I'm not boring," he laughed "just good with numbers."

They both smiled.

"I suck at them maybe you can help me with my taxes?"

"Idiot" she thought to herself. "That's your go to? ugh idio"

"Its the least I could do I'm pretty sure I ran into you."

"50/50?" She offered

"50/50." He agreed.

"Just one last thing. Well two."

"Ok. She felt her heartbeating fast."

"I've been wandering around I have no clue where I am." Josh shrugged

She giggled.

"I can help you out. Uh what's the second?"

"Can I have your number?" He looked at her from under his blomd boyish hair and sweet eyes.

"Yes." She smiled.

Then he smiled.

The person watching them however wasn't.

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