#steve took it so personally he forgot to be concerned about where the question might be coming from

[livwritesstuff]

Steve: Please tell me why your daughters just asked me if I’d still love them if they were a little weird.

Steve: As if they aren’t so fucking weird.

Steve: As if they aren’t downstairs learning the Nationwide insurance jingle as a duet on their recorders.

Steve: As if they didn’t spend twenty minutes yesterday letting glue dry on their hands so they could peel it off

Eddie: Well…would you?

Steve, ignoring him: And when I told them that everyone’s a little bit weird

Steve: You know what they said?

Steve: They said yeah, *you’re* a little weird. Not us though.

Eddie: *absolutely dying laughing*

Steve: And then you know what they said next?

Eddie: Oh god, there’s more?

Steve: They said would you love us *less* if we were weird?

Steve: So now I need you to figure out what about me is so weird that it’s keeping our children from loving me at maximum capacity.

Steve: Because how the fuck else was I supposed to interpret that?

#steve took it so personally he forgot to be concerned about where the question might be coming from #turns out calling people “weird” is circulating the elementary school #the girls haven't been victims of it yet but they are concerned #double post today woop woop #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson

[buckys-black-dress]

inked

a/n: here she is!!! while i work on afl, here is my crackfic on tattoo artist bucky!! if u haven’t caught on yet, most of my writing is au’s because of all the possibilites in terms of scenarios and storylines. anyways, i hope you enjoy, lovies!!! xoxo, ali <3

wc: 2.8k 

[tattoo artist!bucky x fem!reader]

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It was like an addiction. 

Your first tattoo you got was simple. It was a dainty, small one on your wrist.

But now, it was slowly developing into a sleeve.

Not that you minded, though. Your forearm was slowly becoming filled with designs that you kept going back and getting here and there.

And at the tattoo parlor near your apartment in Brooklyn, you had become a regular at this point.

It was called B&R Tattoo Shop, and it was run by two of the kindest, but most attractive men you’ve ever met. 

You’ve come to find out after getting to know the owners, that they opened the shop a bit after they returned from their second tour in the army and wanted to settle back in their hometown.  

Steve and James were hospitable to you, especially when they first met you. Steve was the one to meet you and speak with you at first, but he handed you off to James, or Bucky as he asked you to call him, because he was the artist at their shop that specialized in more of what you were looking for in terms of style. 

As far as first tattoo conversations go, you and Bucky got to know each other pretty well in one session. The tattoo itself took less than an hour, but it felt like Bucky was... prolonging it in a way, like he wanted to keep you there longer.

As you swung open the door of the shop, you were greeted by their piercer, Natasha. 

“Hey, back for another already?” She smirks from her spot behind the desk. While she wasn’t piercing, she usually worked the front if there was no one else free.

Your first tattoo had been done by Bucky, and you instantly fell in love.

With the tattoo. 

Well, Bucky too. Just a little bit.

He was extremely soothing and eased you into the process of tattooing you. He told you when something was going to happen, and as soon as you got used to the feeling of the needle against your skin. 

The more he talked to you, the less pain you felt. It was already not that painful, but you almost forgot about it with him talking to you. When he looked up to you as he finished, you looked like a confused puppy.

“Okay, all done, doll.” Bucky looked up at you, moving to turn off his machine.

“Oh... that was fast.” You furrowed your brows.

“Well, yeah, we moved pretty fast since it was a pretty small piece.” He explains, grabbing a paper towel and the anti-bacterial spray.

“Do you mind if I take a quick picture of it? I usually do, for my portfolio.” Bucky asks, inspecting the tattoo closely once again.

“Oh, yeah, that’s fine.” You wait for him to pull out his camera, take the picture, and he comes back with a piece of plastic film in his hand.

“Okay, so this saniderm has to stay on for about three days. This is how it’ll heal, and when you take it off just wash it up with a gentle soap and use a cream without any fragrance or any of that crap. I can give you a little of that spray if you wanna use it to clean it up if you ever feel like it’s dirty.” Bucky explains, giving you a mini bottle of the antibacterial spray.

“Thank you,” you say, moving to sit up in the chair. “How much do I owe you?”

“Uh, just about $40.” Bucky says without eye contact, heading to the computer at the front counter.

“$40? That’s it? When I signed the waiver it said the shop minimum was $75...?” You wonder out loud.

“Let’s just say you get a special discount, doll.” He smirks, typing something into the computer and only sparing you a glance.

“O-Oh. Alright.” You say sheepishly, handing him your credit card.

“Okay, you’re all set. Hopefully I’ll see you again soon.” He tells you with a gentle smile. It really contrasted his aura; a big, beefy guy with a metal prosthetic arm, covered in probably hundreds of tattoos. But here he was, smiling like sunshine.

“I think I will be. Have a nice day, Bucky.” 

“You too, sweetheart.” He gives you that smirk again, making you feel like you might actually pass out. And not because you just had a needle jabbed into your skin for almost an hour.

“Uh, I already talked to Bucky for my session today. I know I’m a bit early, I can wait if he’s still working on someone else.” You tell Natasha with a smile.

“Sure, let me get you your waiver.” She says, and you plop down into one of the chairs at the front and pulling out your book to pass time after filling out the form.

After a few minutes, Bucky emerges with a girl from his little tattooing corner.

You hear his voice first, looking up from the book while he talks to her.

“Okay, since this was your first piece and pretty small, I’ll only charge ya $55 for it, doll.” Bucky tells the girl with a smile, and you immediately feel a pang in your chest.

You didn’t want to say you were jealous, but goddamn it, your breathing became just a little more shallow at the sight you were currently witnessing.

Even Natasha and Steve turned their heads to him, confused looks on both of their faces.

“Oh! Y/N, you’re here! C’mon back, I’m sure Nat already set you up with your waiver.” You nod, not saying a word as you follow him to the familiar chair.

“So, are we still doing what we discussed on the phone?” Bucky asks, setting up his area to tattoo you.

“Actually, I was thinking something different.” You say sharply.

“Different?” The shock is evident on his features. 

“Yeah. Different. Just want a little something on my collarbone.” You say, sitting down. 

“O-Okay... what were you thinking of?” He asks, pulling out his sketchbook.

“I want an olive branch, going from here to here.” You show him where you want it to start and end. It was a bit of a stretch right across the left side of your chest. “Something simple and minimal. I’ve been thinking of starting the top of my sleeve, this might be a good way to transition into it.” You say nonchalantly.

“Uhm... alright. How does this look?” Bucky asks, showing you his sketch. “I would, of course, add more detail to your liking, just let me know.” 

“Yeah, I want some more shading, please.” You say shortly. You honestly weren’t trying to be mean, but you were irritated.

But in the end, you really had no right to be. 

After almost ten sessions with Bucky, he hasn’t made any indication that he likes you the way you like him.

Sure, he calls you pet names, but he does that to everyone. Even discounts. You weren’t special. He was just being nice and doing his job.

So honestly, you had to cut the act here.

“Are you sure this is what you want? Are you saving the other design for our next session?” Bucky asks, growing more and more concerned with your odd behavior. Usually you would talk to him about your day, how work was, really anything. 

“I don’t know. I think I might ask Steve to do that one instead.” You say out of spite, more than anything. You would never take a design that Bucky made specially for you to another person to tattoo on you, even if it was his own business partner.

“Wha- Why? Did I do something? You’ve been acting really weird today...” Bucky questions you carefully. “Talk to me, doll. Did you have a bad day at work?”

But that, that right there, was your breaking point. Doll. 

“No, I’m fine. Let’s just get this done.” You huff, laying down after nodding to the sketch that Bucky drew out. 

Bucky’s brows furrowed even further, but didn’t ask any more questions. He laid down the stencil and asked if the placement was alright. You looked in the mirror he handed you and nodded briefly. 

The entire time Bucky had the machine in his hand, neither of you spoke a word. He tried to make brief conversation, but you only responded with a hum or nod. 

When he finally finished up, you got up and headed to the counter without a word after looking at the finished tattoo in the mirror. 

Your face was blank, emotionless, and Bucky was truly lost. 

After you paid the full price of your piece, you walked out of the shop, not even sparing anyone a glance. 

Once you left, the shop was dead silent. Everyone either just finished up with a client or didn’t have any at the moment, and the shop was blanketed in an extremely uncomfortable silence.

“What the hell was that, man?” Sam’s voice broke the silence, making Bucky’s head snap towards him. 

“I-I... I have no idea. She was acting so...so weird today.” Bucky looked more confused than ever.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Natasha’s voice cuts through the palpable silence.

“Wh- What the hell did I do? I asked her too, and she didn’t give me an answer...” Bucky mumbles.

“Do you like her?” She fires back with a fire in her eyes.

“W-Well, yeah. She’s a regular.” Bucky answers, looking at his fiddling hands.

“Not like that, you dunce. You know what I mean, don’t act dumb.” Natasha rolls her eyes.

Bucky sighs, not making eye contact yet again.

“I-... I do like her.” He says. “But I don’t think she feels the same.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ... You really are a dumbass.” Sam sighs out.

Steve snorts at his words, nodding in agreement.

“Buck, she got jealous.” He explains, shaking his head at his best friend’s obliviousness.

“J-Jealous? Of what?” Bucky scoffs in shock.

“That girl you had right before her. Gave her a discount, called her pet names. The whole shabang.” Natasha points out to him. “Also, you gotta stop giving out discounts like that. You’ll lose more money than you’re makin’.” Natasha scoffs. 

“Wh- But... She never said anything...?” Bucky thinks back to all the times you’ve sat in his chair. You never made any indication that you were outwardly interested in him.

“I think she said enough today without actually saying much.” Steve laughs. His friend was a real idiot.

“I... But, why didn’t she say anything before?” Bucky asked.

“Buck, you never said anything either. I guess that when she heard you talk to that girl like that, she thought you really didn’t like her like that at all. You treated that girl the same way you treat her.” Natasha explains to Bucky, who had a look of realization on his face.

“But... I was just... being nice...” He says with his head in his hands. 

“Well, now she thinks you do that with all you clients, so...” Sam says, making the brunet’s head shoot up.

“Fuck. Fuck. I fucked up everything!” He exclaims. “I-I do like her!” 

“Well, don’t tell us that, tell her!” Sam shouts back to him, and before Bucky can process, he’s pulling out his phone and dialing your phone number.

“C’mon, pick up, pick up,” He mumbles repeatedly, but the call goes to voicemail. “Fuck.”

“Not pickin’ up?” Steve questions, coming to the front and picking up the shop phone. “Gimme her number, she’s doesn’t have to shop saved to her phone, right?” 

“No, I don’t think she does.” Bucky says, watching as Steve dials your number.

“Hello?” Your voice sounds annoyed as it filters through the phone. “Who’s this?” 

“Uh, Y/N! Hi!” Steve speaks, looking at Bucky in a panic, his facial expression screaming, ‘talk to her!’ 

“Steve? What’s up?” You ask, wondering what he needed. 

“You uhh... you forgot your book here!” He blurts out, trying to find an excuse, but quickly found one upon seeing your book resting on the seat where you were waiting. 

“O-Oh... I guess I’ll just turn around. I’ll be there in a few. Thanks, Steve.” You say, ready to hang up.

“O-Okay. Bye, Y/N.” He clears his throat, hanging up. “You have like, ten minutes to get your shit together and talk to her when she gets here. Good luck.” Steve pats Bucky on the shoulder, ready to haul Natasha and Sam to the back to give you two some privacy.

Bucky thought that this was the longest ten minutes of his life, and he was trying to conjure up a speech in his head to confess to you.

Finally, when you did appear through the doors, you looked lost. You only saw Bucky, which made you even more aggravated from the fact that you had to turn back around.

You were ready to head home and wallow in peace, but alas, you wanted your book. 

Bucky just watched as you picked up the book from his grasp across the desk, your eyes not meeting his while he kept his gaze on you very intently. 

Just as you turned around to leave, Bucky’s voice cut through the unbearable silence.

“Y/N?” He simply asks, and you feel like the wind’s been knocked out of your lungs at the sound of his small voice. This wasn’t the Bucky you knew and... loved.

“Yes, James?” You simply respond, and Bucky cringes at the sound of his first name being used. 

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

“...Why? Is everything alright?” And although your voice didn’t give it away, you felt your heart drop to your stomach. Any possible scenario popped into your head. He has a girlfriend. He’s gonna tell you he doesn’t wanna see you anymore. He-

“E-Everything’s fine, doll. Just wanted to tell you that... That I...” Bucky’s voice sounded strained, like there was something caught in his throat.

“Bucky, just spit it out.” You say, wanting to leave already.

“It’s just- I like you. A lot. And I’m so sorry for earlier with that other client. I was just trying to be nice, but I realized how that looked to you, and I never thought anything of it because I didn’t know if you liked me back or-” Bucky was rambling, and your eyes were wide as saucers.

“Bucky, Bucky stop. Let me talk before you drive your own head in with conclusions,” you say, resting your hand on top of his on the desk.

“I like you a lot, too. I didn’t think you like me either because of that girl before me. You just- you treated her the same way you treated me, and I got jealous. I know I didn’t have the right to be, but it just made me think that... that you didn’t feel the same way about me, that I was just another client to you. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions, and also for being kind of a bitch to you...” Now you were the one rambling, your hands flying all over the place in explanation.

“D-Doll, I never wanted to make you feel that way. I’m sorry, too. I should’ve told you before, before I almost blew everything with you that we’ve been building these past months.” He says placing one large tattooed hand and one metal hand on the sides of your face. “But I’m not gonna miss my chance again. Y/N, would you like to go on a date with me?”

“I-I would love to, Bucky. Took you long enough to ask me.” You giggle, holding onto the hands on your face.

“Yeah, well, I’m kind of an idiot, if you haven’t already noticed.” He laughs, gazing into your eyes with a look that almost turned you to mush in his hands. 

“Do... do ya wanna go now?” You ask, nodding your head to the door.

“Sure, let me go grab my jacket from the back.” He tells you, and you nod, watching as he keeps his eyes on you until he disappears to the back.

“My man, who would’ve thought you’d finally man up?” Sam ridicules him as soon as Bucky appears.

“Dude, shut up. I got a date to get to, see you losers later.” He rolls his eyes, moving back out where you’re smiling at him.

“Ready, angel?” Bucky asks, slipping his hand into yours.

“Ready, handsome.” You reply, and as soon as you step out into the fall air, you plant a kiss on his cheek. “Where to, lover boy?”

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[oitommothetease]

Invisible String (12/15)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 1.9k words

Warning : angst, violence

Getting kidnapped sucked. Majorly. The most important three things that one should keep in mind before getting kidnapped; 1) Call the cops 2) Keep your doors locked 3) Don't leave the safety of your powerful and hot boyfriend. The last one might seem absurd, it's the one you regret the most because it had been two hours since you were abducted from the confines of your apartment and the only person you could think about was James. Maybe you were scared, or maybe it was the drugs that made you a little fuzzy, all you knew was that you couldn't think right. Your mind was reminiscing the image of your boyfriend in your bed to distract you from the man standing in front of you. This strange man was asking you several questions you didn't have answers to and hitting you whenever you told him the truth. The truth being you didn't know anything. 

“I'm going to ask you this last time,” He seethed, “Where is Barnes hiding his mother and sister?”

You inhaled sharply, waiting for the inevitable as you answered honestly, “I don't know.”

Although your body was heavily drugged, you still felt the impact of his slap on your face. Blood was trickling down your cheek, some of it seeping through your lips, making you realize the severity of the situation. You were sure his hand's imprint was already formed on your face, and it made you shiver with fear. 

It had been hours since a man kidnapped you from your apartment. He was already in your home when you entered, and one syringe at the back of your neck was enough to confirm your compliance. Not that you were strong enough to put much of a fight in front of this large man anyway, but you were strong; you could have at least injured him a little to feel some sense of pride and not this helplessness. 

The only thing you knew was that your kidnappers were behind James's family and not money. They probably wanted to hurt them, but since James and his friends never talked about their loved ones or even mentioned them, it was evident that they were being kept far away from their life. A part of you wondered if maybe you hadn't been with James, then you wouldn't have been in this mess either. But another part of you was thankful for James, for making you feel loved and cherished in a way you've never felt before. So, the bigger part of you would be fine if you died tonight because you got to experience that kind of love. The kind of love you never thought you would endure in your life, the kind that people don’t get to feel in a lifetime — which you had the opportunity to feel in a couple of days.

***

Bucky was distraught. After a few drinks with his friends, finally, he fetched his phone to call you, only to find out what had happened. Sam was leaning over Bucky’s shoulder to get a look at your text so that he could tease him, but the picture left him shocked. 

Bucky kept staring at the image, hoping this was a sick nightmare, and he would wake up in your bed.

 “Buck,” Steve called for his friend. Gently, placing his palm on Bucky's shoulder. “She must be in one of Rumlow’s warehouses. We will get her.”

But no, Bucky couldn’t hear anything that his friends were saying. He couldn't look up from his phone, couldn't shake his eyes to focus on anything except your distressed figure. All Bucky could think about was you — you were held in a foreign environment forcefully because of him. You had been with him for a day, and you were already being hunted by his enemies. He felt so selfish about dragging you in his life. 

He couldn't stop thinking about all the wretched outcomes. What if he loses you? What if you never forgive him? What if he never gets to tell you how much he loved you? 

“Clint contacted our source,” Sam informed him, “Wanda Pietro will go and check out the possible places where she could be kept, while the rest will lay low till then.”

Bucky finally looked up, he placed the phone down on the table and met the concerned gaze of his friends. He thought about how no one knew about Sam and Steve's daughter, Wanda's girlfriend - Natasha, Peter's aunt, Clint's wife - Laura and their kids. He thought about how no one knew about his own mother and sister. The only reason their families were safe was because no one knew that they were related to them or even existed. 

Bucky wasn't naïve, the only reason you were attacked was simply because you meant something to him. He was aware that he needed to protect you from his life, he didn’t think it would be necessary this early. He just got you, and you were already slipping away from his grip. 

Furthermore, he knew what needed to be done to keep you safe; he could hide you forever. Bucky wasn’t a selfish man and as much as he wanted you in his arms every second, he couldn't put you in harm's way, and hiding you would be like taking away a part of you. Everything you've worked hard for would be lost, you would not be able to publish your work, you would not be able to leave the house. It would rip any sense of freedom from your life. He couldn’t take all those things away from you just so he could hold you close to his heart. He couldn't do that to you, so he would have to let you go.

***

The plan was simple. They had located the warehouse. Steve and Sam would attack from the back entrance. Pietro, Wanda, and Peter would keep a watch outside and Clint and Bucky would strike from the front entrance. They didn’t need to bring many men because Clint’s source had confirmed that there were only 4 guards with Bucky’s girl. Bucky could have taken down all four of them on his own, but Steve insisted that they should assist him for safety measures. Bucky didn't want Peter out in the field. He was still very young, the only reason he got involved in this was because of his uncle’s murder. He needed the money to gather for his college tuition and help his aunt financially. Peter was hired because he wouldn't take no for an answer and Bucky agreed to his assistance with the club, but barely on the field.

Stealthily, Bucky made his way inside the warehouse with his companions, only to find it empty. 

“We gotta check all the floors,” Sam advised, “Steve and I will take the basement, you both take the floors.” 

Bucky nodded and made his way to the stairs, clutching his gun tightly in his hold. Clint followed him, mimicking the actions of his friend. The first floor was also empty. 

Each empty corridor felt like a wound being pressed over and over for Bucky. He needed to find you, he needed you. He pointed his gun in hopes of finding Rumlow’s men, but was met with vacant rooms. Not only that, but he could hear his heartbeat getting faster. What if you weren’t here at all? What if Rumlow had already hurt you and he was too late? No, he can't think like that. He would get you back safe no matter what.

“Let's check out the second one,” Clint said, and Bucky almost flinched. He forgot that he wasn’t alone. 

The second floor wasn't as eerily quiet as the first one, they could hear shuffling of shoes and muffled noises. You were here. Cautiously, they made their way towards the sounds and noticed two of Rumlow’s men. Carefully, Bucky tackled one of them to the ground, covering your captor's throat tight enough for him to pass out. Clint took care of the second one. Two more to go, Bucky thought. Two more and then you'll be safe with him in his arms.

The man that Clint hit made a noise, indicating to the other men about the breach. That was good for Bucky, he didn't want you to see this side of him. He reserved all of his sweet touches for you, and he didn't want you to see those same hands hurt someone. Expectedly, the other two captors made their way towards Bucky and Clint, and both men easily took them out.

Bucky finally made his way inside the room, where you were kept — after being taken away from him. His face fell when he caught sight of the bruises running along your cheek, the fingerprints on your face. You couldn't stifle the fear and the relief as you burst into tears at the sight of him.

You wanted to be strong for him, but you just weren't. Likewise, you were scared and exhausted. All you wanted was for Bucky to tread towards you and hold you. 

And that he did. 

In three long strides, he knelt in front of you, he took a bloodied knife out of his pocket and started cutting the restraint surrounding your hands. Under any other circumstances, a bloodied knife would have made you nauseated — scared even, but this was James — your James. He wouldn't hurt you.

Softly, he took your left restraint-free wrist in his hand, gently running circles to soothe the pain. He hadn't looked at you yet, he was so focused on your injuries that he didn't see you. You wanted to shout and make him hold you, but only a trembled sob came out of your throat.

You could speak, you didn't have anything covering your mouth. Why weren’t you speaking? Why was he so focused on your wounds and not looking at you?

“Bucky,” you whispered, his eyes snapped up to meet yours and you could see the tears welled up in his eyes. Under any other state of affairs, he would have had a different reaction to you calling him Bucky instead of James for the first time. He was so vulnerable that your words caught him off guard. His eyes were scanning your face for any discomfort or pain.

“Bucky,” you exhaled again, and that broke him out of his trance. His palms instinctively came for your face and you closed your eyes. Carefully, he pressed a kiss on your forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, and finally to your lips. The kiss was so gentle, soothing even, as if he was scared that his kiss would hurt you. “I’m fine,” you assured him. Without saying a word, he nodded and continued to free your right hand.

It was so easy to get lost in his concerned gaze — to get lost in him.

Bucky was focused, too focused on your wounds and comfort, that he didn’t feel the movement behind him. It wasn't until you felt another prick at your nape and you hissed in pain. But it was too late and by the time Bucky looked up to inspect your uneasiness, the butt of a gun hit him in the head, knocking him unconscious on the floor.

Clint put the gun back in his waistband and made a call to his brother, Brock Rumlow. 

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[kylosgenesis]

Teardrops on Fire

Synopsis:

Steve Rogers is the last Alpha of the an almost extinct Lycan pack. With only less than 100 members left. Steve must produce an heir to ensure the species survival and reduce the chance of attacks from others. Omegas are rare, and betas have a hard time producing children. Steves reality is finally setting in as his obligation of producing an heir faces a major set back.

Reader is the last suitable omega to mate with Steve, due to the fear of her daughters fate in the pack, her mother kept her hidden from the pack after her own exile. Only her mother, and Bucky's family know of her existence. Bucky is Steve's right hand man, and the packs best warrior! He and the reader developed a friendship and bond over the years, but age forced them to become distant.

What happens when she presents and her first heat cycle comes? Her body is in excruciating pain and a strong fever quickly overcomes her body. Facing the fear of her daughters possible death, her mom calls on the only person who can save her at this point, Alpha Steve! Bucky and the alphas friendship will be tested. The reader will be faced with her love for Bucky or her duty to the pack.

Authors note: unbeta’d . Things will start getting really good in the next two chapters! So just hold on tight, and enjoy the ride. This chapter kinda short, and there is a lot of fluff! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 6: Runaway

You kept having the same nightmare every night! Ever since you came to Nat’s place, you woke up with a feeling of fear.

In your nightmare you saw Bucky covered in blood, but the blood wasn’t his. You never got a chance to see before you woke up in a cold sweat and chills. The first few nights nat didn’t notice when you’d sneak out.

You missed everything about the place you called home! You would run around the village, and just watch in the dark as lights light up through windows, and people got ready to start their days. It had become your little escape! Running reminded you of the wind on your face while hunting, and the adrenaline of a good catch.

On the 4th night you noticed Natasha was up when you walked over to the door. She knew how hard the transition was for you so she just let you do your thing.

You hadn’t seen Steve or Bucky since that day, you where glad you hadn’t had to face them yet, but it made you uneasy!

You still felt Bucky, sometimes he was closer other times more distant.

Returning home from your jog, you found a parked car! The sun still wasn’t fully up yet, so you wondered why someone might be here this early.

As you opened the Emerald door into Nat’s home. You where caught off guard by the smell of an alpha, it was significantly different from Bucky’s scent, but still strong, and commanding! Even though you missed Bucky’s smell, whoever this was had you waltzing towards the scent.

Steve was in the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee surrounded his already amazing smell. There was eggs on the pan, and bacon sizzling in the oven.

You looked around to try to find Natasha, but she was nowhere in sight.

You only knew Steve from the small glimpse of that day, and by spoken word.

You hoped he’d turn around and notice you before you had to say something. You kept your hands crossed around your body as you walked towards the counter.

As if on cue he turned! You noticed he no longer had a beird, and his longer locks had been trimmed into a neat haircut. He looked handsome!

You heard his trust clear ” Hey! ... Natasha had to go to the pub early, so I thought I’d surprise you with breakfast when you woke up.” He looked at your running clothes, and the lightly soaked hair strands in your face “ I see you beat me to the waking up part” he chuckled to himself.

You could tell he was nervous!

You fumbled with your ponytail and placed your hands over your chest again “ Yeah... I couldn’t sleep so I went on a run! I hope you don’t mind! “ You didn’t know if he was comfortable with the thought of you running around while smelling like Bucky.

But he let out a lighthearted smile “ Not at all! Im glad you’re making yourself at home.

The sound of a timer went off. “Ohhh shoot! I almost forgot...” He turned around pulled the tray of bacon out of the oven.

Everything smelled absolutely delicious! In your 20 years of life, you hadn’t had so many combined foods in your life. You where almost salivating by the time Steve placed a plate of food in front of you.

”I hope this is okay with you? ...you don’t have to ... I’m sorry... I’m really nervous right now!” He placed his hand behind his neck and scratched his head “ I’m Steve! We haven’t properly met”

“I know! I’ve heard about you a lot! Good to put a face to the man” you kept your stance lowered, still threading carefully with him. After all he was an alpha, and if he was anything like his father, looks could be deceiving!

You redirected your focus towards the food to avoid the awkward tension between you two.

“This looks absolutely delicious! You didn’t have to, I could’ve just...”

You looked up and saw his deep blue eyes staring at you, he looked like he was waiting for you to evaporate in front of him. He was attentive, but he also had a tenderness to him to him. You didn’t know why you relaxed! But you started eating, , and stole a few glances here and there.

“I wanted to...I thought maybe I could show you around? I don’t know if you’ve seen much of the place yet outside of early dawn. If you’d like?”

“I...” You wanted to! But your body kept telling you no. He wasn’t your Alpha, you wanted your alpha. It was hard for you to admit how much you missed Bucky. The last days of your heat where spent smelling like him. Your body reacted to his smell in ways you hadn’t experienced before.

But yet here was Steve. You had to admit he was extremely attractive! You caught yourself eyeing the muscles under his tight shirt, and his blue eyes where about to burn right through your soul.

You didn’t know if you where nervios around Steve because of who he was, or because he was making your heart skip three beats every time he looked at you.

“I would love to!” You tried to hide all your thoughts behind a genuine smile, whatever happened you had to make things work with Steve. Even if Bucky owned most of your thoughts, this was new, and exiting for you.

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Bucky’s POV:

He had been on a mission since that day! After he got to his house he immediately collected his things, and took off to the Wakandan pack. He hadn’t even settled in from his last mission, and he was already out on the road again. This time he had more on his mind, and more at stake.

He’d been helping the Wakandan’s build some watchtowers, and some safety points around their property, in order to adquiere a favor from the coven, he’d have to work for it. T’challa was more than kind to provide him a place to stay for the few days.

They where more technology advanced than their pack back home, T’challa’s sister Shuri had attended one of the best universities in the world. It wasn’t often that they allowed people like them in the human world. So when she came home after graduation at 16 she made sure she used her knowledge for good. It was thanks to her he was alive. His arm was a gift! He didn’t even know how to repay them for giving him a second chance.

They where sitting on the roof of one of the lookout towers, just taking a break, and enjoying the scenery. This place had been a great comfort to him after his accident. That’s why he was the one to come for a favor, and not Steve! He’d become family over the years, and the Wakandan’s treated him with as much respect as they’d treated their own Alpha.

Back in the day Shuri had expressed an interest in him! He felt bad seeing her face light up when he talked to her, back then he was too broken to let anyone in. So they just became really good friends, and eventually she outgrew her crush!

She was still the one person he could trust to tell anything to. That’s who’s shoulder he’d cried on the night he arrived under torrencial rain smelling like his omega.

“I don’t think you should go through with this!” Shuri was reading into his silence. She knew what had been bothering him since he arrived!

He thought he was doing what was best for his mate, but really he was running away from her. He didn’t know how to approach her. He had left his mate alone!

He wanted to be with her every day, his body called to her. He could feel her! Every night he dreamt of blood! He kept having a nightmare he couldn’t shake off. It scared him!

“I have to! It wasn’t supposed to be me!” He responded to Shuri, but still kept his gaze set on the horizon.

“Steve’s, a better fit for her!” He turned to face Shuri’s soft expression “I have nothing to offer her. I broke her heart once! I don’t wanna do it again!”

Shuri grabbed his flesh’s hand on hers

“Our ancestors believed if a mating happens its because it was predestined by the great gods... you mating her first was no coincidence my friend!”

“Its too late!” He lowered his gaze to his hand.

“White wolf! What did you do?”

She replied with shock in her voice.

He hesitated to answer as he pushed himself to stand up “ They agreed to undo the mating, and I already gave my blood on it. “ Shuri looked at him with concern.

“You already made a deal with the witches?... have you gone mad? You should’ve waited for me first, or T’challa. Those witches can be tricky.”

They both where avoiding the next part. They just walked in silence back to the main house.

“What did you sacrifice?” Shuri

finally asked. He was caught by surprise by her question.

“I don’t know yet! They didn’t say! They want to meet her first.”

He looked back at her as they paused in front of the house. The doors already opening In automatic to allow them easy entrance.

He didn’t go in, instead he just kept his gaze down. “I’m going home tonight! I’ll be back for the full moon. That’s when the ritual will take place!”

She was concerned for both of them, her pack knew the witches way too well! No magic ever came easily.

“Careful! They’re ancient magic users! You never know what kinda sacrifice blood magic demands”

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You and Steve had been walking around the village for a while. You stopped at a small building, most rooms where empty but one had a few desks. Entering further you saw some kids drawings and the room came alive with so many colors. As you looked around you heard running come towards you. Steve didn’t looked scared so it didn’t alarm you when a set of boys no order than ten ran into the room, followed by a girl around half their age.

“Steve!” They ran and tackled him. He let himself be through down by the kids embrace.

You noticed a woman walk in after them, like Nat she had red hair, only hers was a lighter shade. Her eyes where blue and kind.

“kid’s, what have I told you about manners? ”

She put her hands on her waist, as she waited for the kids to answer.

“Sorry Mrs. Maximoff! ” they all responded simultaneously as they stood up from the floor, with Steve following along, shaking some dust off of himself.

“Come on Wanda don’t be hard on them! They’re just exited! “

Wanda looked at the kids, and Steve.

“You are all lucky Mr. Rogers is here! Now go to your desks, and finish those math worksheets I handed before lunch! “ the kids ran to the desks, and started working.

“I don’t know how you do it Steve, but they love you!” Wanda approached Steve with a smile. He took her in for a hug and then tuned to you.

“This is Wanda! She’s a teacher here at the school, and a close friend of mine” he smiled so much when he talked. It made you feel like you had knows everyone he’d introduced in a deep and personal way.

“Nice to meet you Wanda!” You went to shake her hand, but she immediately pulled you into a hug.

You had never had this much human contact, but you felt so welcome! The whole village had treated you with such kindness so far. You wandered if it was truly you or just cause you where with Steve.

“You like kids?” You asked while making small stalk

“Yeah! We don’t have a lot of them around anymore, but I like seeing them! They give me hope.. I guess?” He kept walking with you, hands tucked in his pockets “ I actually help teach from time to time! We have around 15 kids, all different ages! Trust me! It gets hard to handle them as they get older” he chuckled and looked at you.

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No one said anything about the bite scar on your neck. Even if they noticed, Steve shook it off easily, and changed the subject before it started.

“Can they smell me ?” You asked as you headed into the vintage looking building.

“They can!... it’s faded, but anyone that’s been around Bucky can tell!” he paused as he looked at you, hands placed over your shoulders. “ No one here will judge you for it! Bucky did what he had to do to save your life and where going to fix it I promise”

You nodded, as he opened the door and the room came to life in front of you. It was beautiful! The walls where filled of vintage art, the place had enough that room to orient yourself, but dark enough to relax. It smelled of chocolate and honey combined. You spotted Nat behind a bar, a collection of bottles behind her!

“Hey guys! How was the date?” Nat was drying a small glass, and winked at Steve as she spoke.

“It wasn’t a date Nat, I was just showing her around” he looked at you, shoulders hunched, and blush on his cheeks.

Nat had embarrassed him! You could see Nat’s satisfaction on her face as she lined up glasses in a row on a drawer.

You decided to make Steve feel better, by responding “It’s been wonderful! Everyone’s been very kind” Steve looked relieved!

“Nat, I thought you said you had a small pub, this place is huge!” You said as you tuned into a circle admiring every detail of the place. “It looks lovely!”

“Well it feel small once you get used to it!” She was juggling multiple tasks at once, reaching for a box over her head

“I got it!” Steve replied and jumped to her aid.

“Thanks, I don’t know why he insists of storing stuff up there. Just because he’s tall, doesn’t mean I’m tall! ” she stated back at Steve as he handed her the box.

“That’s Bucky for you!” Steve replied, thinking nothing of it.

Your eyes lit up at the mention of his name. Both Steve and Nat noticed how your expression changed.

“He helps run the place whenever he’s home! He’s one of my best bartenders... with him being out of town I’ve been juggling everything the best that I can”

“I think you’re doing great!” Steve replied

“And I think you should pick up bar tending as one of your hidden talents “ she replied back with a sassy attitude.

You looked around the place! It didn’t seem so bad, you had to find something to do to keep yourself busy.

“I could do it!” You spoke, both Steve and nat turned the heads towards you in shock.

“I mean” you stumbled with your words as you felt both their stares on you” ... I can help you here if you’d like? I’m a quick learner!” Natasha looked at Steve as if awaiting for approval.

Steve was a bit hesitant, but looking at your hopeful puppy eyes immediately made him want to make you happy. “I think that you’ll be a great idea!”

You made a little happy jump at the news.

“ You can join me tomorrow when I come open, and I’ll start you off on getting familiar with the place.” Nat was wiping her hands on her pants as she spoke. A smile on her face!

“Thank you Nat!” Steve leaned over the counter for a hug. You stayed close behind him.

“Well, it’s getting late so I’m going to take her back now! I hope it’s not a wild night for you” he told her as he turned to leave

Nat yelled back at him from behind the counter “ You just jinxed it!” as she threw a towel at him. He tossed it back playfully!

“See you at home, Nat! ” you waved goodbye.

As Steve tugged on the pub door to leave, it opened from the other side.

A fall frame came into view, and your heart missed a beat. Your eyes met Bucky’s for the first time since that day. After a few seconds, your heart tugged at your strings. He noticed Steve, and walked past you towards the bar.

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Delicate Type of Beauty- Chapter 3: Plumbing Problems

Summary: You have a problem with your plumbing, but luckily Bucky just happens to also be awake at 2 AM.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes × f!oc-insert

Word Count: 1,940

Warnings: A few curses, a couple negative thoughts

A/N: The verb endings are probably all over the place, but oh well. I hope y'all enjoy!

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

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    The footage didn’t make any sense. It didn’t necessarily show any indication to where he went, and you couldn’t understand why the footage would be erased in the first place. That was the only thing that made the whole situation stand out.

    It just showed Colton waiting in his car until another vehicle approached him. Colt then got out of his car with a backpack on, took whatever the unknown driver handed him, and watched as the driver left. He looked over the item that was in hands and placed it in his pocket before walking out of frame without his car. Even Rhett said that he thought that it was strange.

    You, however, weren’t going to let that stop you. With every resource you had, you were going to find out everything that happened in that video and where he went. You needed to know who the driver was and what they gave your brother. 

    You were sat on the floor in front of your coffee table looking through everything you had already acquired while you were waiting on one of your sources to grant you access to more footage from the security cameras at the docks. You were hoping that maybe you had overlooked something, but it wasn’t looking like it.

    With a sigh you grabbed your phone to check the time, groaning when you saw that it was just after two in the morning. It was late, but you weren’t ready to turn in just yet. Standing up, you walked into your kitchen to wash your face off at the sink. 

    When you turn the sink on though, only a little water was coming out the faucet. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you squatted down to open the cabinets under the sink, cursing when you saw that the pipe had busted and that water started running everywhere.

    You immediately ran to go get some towels, another curse slipping out of your mouth when you realized that you only had one. Why was today the day you forgot to pick up your laundry from down stairs?

    You rushed back to the kitchen, placing the towel on the floor to try to mop up what you could of the water. It didn’t take long for the towel to get soaked and there was still a lot of water. What the hell were you going to do now?

    Bucky just wanted to get at least a few hours of sleep. He would be happy with even as little as two or three hours. Was that too much to ask?

    The nightmares- or rather memories- had been bad for the last week. The most sleep he’s gotten lately has been maybe about an hour at a time. A man, especially at his age, needed more rest than that. He was tired, damn it.

    Knocking at his door shook him from his thoughts about rest, making him glance over at the clock. Who would be at his door at this time of night? He really didn’t want to deal with some jackass tonight.

    He quietly stood up from the floor, slipping on a shirt over his head as he made his way towards the door. Looking through the peephole, he saw you standing outside glancing frantically around you.

    Opening the door, he automatically hid his left side behind the door frame. “Kris? Everything okay?” He questioned you, his eyebrow furrowed as he looked you over.

    “Um, yeah, did I wake you? I’m so sorry if I did,” you apologize as you wring your hands together in front of you. Some of the guilt is lifted from you as he shook his head, his eyes showing that he was concerned. Now you felt bad for worrying him with something as stupid as this. 

    You glanced down the hallway, hoping you didn’t wake up any of the other residents. “I’m sorry for bothering you, but you're the only person I know here and I can’t go to the basement now because you know how the landlord is. Is there by any chance that I could borrow some towels?” You rambled to him, cringing slightly about how idiotic you sounded. Why does talking to him make you act like this?

    Bucky’s look of concern turned to one of confusion as he looked at you. “I… Uh, sure, hold on,” he tells you before walking away from the door to retrieve them. Seeing that he left the door wide open, you took that as an invitation to step inside.

    His apartment looked similar to yours, even though he had less furniture than you. Your eyes caught onto the blankets and pillows on the floor, making you lick your lips nervously. Every time you came back from an operation, you often found yourself sleeping on the floor as well. Sleeping on a bed was significantly different from going to bed in a sleeping bag on the hard ground. Recently, you've been sleeping on the couch to slowly break yourself out of that routine.

    Your attention goes back to Bucky when you hear him clear his throat, looking up to see him holding a few towels. “Is this enough?” He asked as you took the towels out of his hands.

    He noticed how your eyes immediately went to his bare metal arm before looking back at him with a nod. If he didn’t see that, he would have completely forgot that it was made out of vibranium and not flesh and bone. 

    “I hope so. I haven’t exactly dealt with a flooded kitchen before,” you quip as you turn to head out his apartment. Bucky raised his eyebrows as he followed behind you.

    “What happened to your kitchen?” Bucky questioned curiously as he held the door open for you. He really did find you in the strangest situations. 

    You stopped once you stepped back into the hallway, turning back to face him. “The pipe beneath my sink busted. I’m gonna spend the rest of my night figuring out how to fix it,” you sighed, internally groaning at the thought.

    You watched as Bucky nodded somewhat to himself, as if he was having a silent conversation with himself in his head. You would have never guessed the next words that would leave his mouth.

    “Do you need any help?”

                                            ★

    When you said that your kitchen was flooded, you really did mean it. Bucky was hoping that maybe you were overexaggerating, but there was a lot of water on the floor. If you two didn’t clean it up fast enough, you might get a complaint from the downstairs neighbor.

    “You know, I could talk to you in maybe five different languages, but I apparently couldn’t fix a dumb pipe even if I wanted to,” you joke as you mop up most of the water. 

    Bucky chuckled slightly as he looked over the sink. “Ei bine, ai putea începe prin a opri apa.” Well, you could start by turning the water off.

    He turned the faucet off, turning to see you looking at the sink with your mouth hanging open, making him laugh a little. “Chiar sunt prost.” I really am dumb.

    Bucky shakes his head, chuckling softly as he squatted down to look at the pipe. “It’s okay, everyone loses their common sense at times. But hey, at least you know Romanian,” he teases you, glancing back over his shoulder.

    You narrow your eyes on him, throwing the soaked towel in your hand at him. Bucky yelps, quickly getting the towel off him as he looks up to see your smug look. “This is what I get for helping? I could’ve just left the water on, I’m sure the landlord would love it,” he threatened playfully.

    “No, it’s what you get for being an ass,” you shrug, a small smirk creeping onto your lips as you grab another dry towel to hopefully get what’s left of the water. Bucky looks at you while you’re turned away from him, licking his lips before giving his attention back to the pipe.

    After looking it over for a few moments, he finally figured out what the problem was. He reached his left hand in the cabinet, tightening the pipe where it had come loose. “All right, I think I got it,” he announced as he stood up to turn the sink on, nodding when no water started leaking out. “It was just loose,” he tells you, turning the water back off before turning to face you.

    You throw your towel into the pile with the others, having cleaned the floor the best you could, before walking over to the sink beside Bucky. “You are a saint,” you comment as you look over what he had done.

    You are a saint. Those words shouldn’t have affected Bucky like they just did, but how could you call him that. Especially when you know what he's done, what he’s capable of doing.

    “I thought I was an ass?” Bucky questioned teasingly, raising an eyebrow at you. You shake your head, rolling your eyes as you turn back to pick up the wet towels.

    “I’m gonna go put these in my bathroom. Once I wash them, I’ll give you back your towels,” you tell him as you walk back to what Bucky guesses is your bathroom.

    Bucky grabs a rag from your sink to dry his hands before stepping into your living room. Files scattered on your coffee table catches his eye, causing him to look back to make sure you haven’t returned yet. He picked up one of them and scanned through it quickly. 

    So this is why you’re here.

    “Thank you so much, Bucky. I’m sure you want to go to bed now,” you said as you walked back into the room. Bucky turns around smoothly, dropping the file back on the table behind him. 

    He licked his lips as he nodded. “Yeah,” he replied shortly, scratching the back of his neck. He started towards your door, you following right behind him. “Um, good night,” he tells you with one of his tightlipped smiles. 

    “Night. Thanks again,” you respond with a smile. 

    Bucky couldn’t help but feel somewhat normal while he was around you. You reminded him of his life back before the war. When it was just him, his family, and Steve against the world. He… liked it.

    If you get too close to her, something bad’s gonna happen. It always does, Barnes. Keep her out of it.

    Shut up.

    “Everything okay, Bucky?” 

    He looked up to see you already looking at him, your eyes full of concern. He doesn’t understand why, but he’s come to slowly learn that’s how you are. Maybe his therapist is right. Maybe he should make a friend. Especially one like you.

    “Uh, yeah... Hey, if you’re up for it, you wanna get some coffee tomorrow? Well, later,” Bucky asked you, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.

    To say you were surprised was an understatement. You never thought that he would actively want to hang out with you. He always seemed to want to be alone, and given what he’s been through, you don’t blame him.

    Then your instincts started kicking in. It was a bad idea. You shouldn’t be around him more than you have to. It was dangerous. He was dangerous. You were even once sent after him with your team. He used to be one of your targets.

    But as you watched him wait for your response, how he bit his lip, how he glanced around the hallway somewhat nervously, your instincts didn’t matter. After all, he wasn’t the Winter Soldier anymore, right? 

    “I’d love to.”

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Hello! Can I request something really angsty? Like maybe one where Bucky can feel that his best girl is falling out of love with him and can see her getting close with someone else? Maybe written from his POV? (But the ending is all up to you 👌😁)

Anesthesia 

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,700

Summary: Bucky feels like his girl is falling out of love with him, he’s struggling but thankfully a friend helps him see the light. 

Author’s Note: Thank you for this request and most importantly thank you for your patience with me, sorry it took so long! I went pretty angsty here and I hope you like it. I’ve been listening to a lot of Type O Negative the past few days so the title is from one of their songs called ‘Anesthesia’ and it definitely gave me some inspiration. It does end on a happy note because I have to do that haha! Thank you all for reading! Much love❤❤❤

Warnings: some fluff with Sam, lots of angsty Bucky and Steve, Bucky feeling like he isn’t enough, but a happy ending! :) 

With your arm thrown around Sam you walk into the kitchen in search of a snack. You grab the Oreos and some milk, explaining to Sam that the only way to eat them is dunked in milk. “What about twisting the tops off and eating the cream first?!?” Sam asks in disbelief. “Nah, they get all gooey with the milk and then you can drink it and it tastes like Oreos,” you tell him.

Sam’s smile is wide as he watches you stuff a whole milk-dunked-Oreo in your mouth. “Yummmmm,” you mumble through your mouthful just as you catch Bucky walking in. “Hey babe,” you say, a little more clearly this time, “want an Oreo?”

Bucky looks from you to Sam and back to you, trying to keep a smile on his face, “um, nah that’s ok, we are going to dinner in 5 minutes, remember?” You gulp down the rest of your bite, eyes slightly downcast as you reply, “shit, Buck, I completely forgot. Sam and I just had a bite before. But if you want, I’d be happy to come sit with you.”

You give him a hopeful look, wishing you could see anything other than the sad look in his eyes.  “It’s ok, I’ll see if Steve is around,” he says quietly, turning and walking out. “Wow, you’re right, y/n, these really are good with milk,” Sam says, clearly trying to diffuse the tension. You barely manage a smile in Sam’s direction, “told ya so,” you say before bidding Sam goodbye and heading to your room.

Bucky’s POV

Bucky’s fingers fly over his cell phone screen, ‘hey Steve, you around, wanna catch a bite, I need to get out.’ He stands with his hip cocked against the doorframe, jaw clenched, and his hat pulled down over his face. He’s not even hungry anymore, he just needs to be away from here.

His phone pings with Steve’s reply and he lets out a deep breath, heading for the door and a reliable shoulder to lean on. As the brisk city air fills his lungs and pinches his cheeks it’s as if he is feeling alive for the first time in too long. He’s emotionally stunned, either everything feels wrong or he feels nothing at all.

He finds Steve sitting in their usual booth in the back. With long strides he reaches him quickly, sitting across the table, eyes brimming with all the emotions he’s working through. “What is it Buck?” Steve asks, his concern evident. At first Bucky just stares at his hands wrung together in his lap, the words on the tip of his tongue but trapped by some invisible hold.

Steve’s patience is something Bucky has always needed and right now Steve has it in abundance as they sit in silence while the minutes continue to stretch on.  Bucky finally glances up at Steve, the look in his eyes nearly breaking him, “she’s falling out of love with me.”

Steve pinches the bridge of nose, sitting quietly before speaking, “Buck… are you sure that’s...” Bucky cuts him off before he can finish the sentence, the words now freely flying off his tongue, “Steve, I know what you’re gonna say. That it’s my insecurities and I’m projecting. But she was with Sam again today and they went out to eat even though she had plans with me. She said she completely forgot and it’s just not like her. I don’t know…”

His voice trails off as the waitress shows up to take their orders. Steve leans over the table, forcing Bucky to look him in the eyes, “have you spoken to her about this?” Bucky lets out an audible sigh, his shoulders slumping under an invisible weight, “no.” “And, in my defense, she’s never available to talk. Every time I try to get the words out, we are interrupted by someone, mostly Sam these days and it just feels like she doesn’t see it.”

“Doesn’t see what, Buck?” Steve asks, making him sigh once again. “That I’m losing her. That every breath I take is a regret, that I’m failure and I want to run and hide. What’s keeping her here, what do I have to offer?” Bucky finishes the last sentence in a pained whisper just as the waitress returns with their food.

Steve clears his throat and smiles up at her, “thanks, doll, we’re all set.” She nods with pink cheeks and leaves them alone once again as Steve watches Bucky push the food around his plate. “Listen to me. And you listen good, Buck. I’m the last person to deny you time to live in your doubts. I get it. But I’m not gonna let you die there. You are and always have been enough, for me, for y/n, for all of us. You’re the only one that has trouble seeing it.”

Bucky pins him with a hard stare, “then why is she always with Sam?” The question is laced with venom, something Bucky never wanted to taste but it’s as if it’s the only thing he knows now. “Have you thought that maybe it’s because you’re pulling away and you’re not talking to her!!!” Steve retorts, tone harsh if only to get his point across. Bucky visibly flinches and Steve immediately softens, “I’m sorry Buck, I just…I know how you get and if you’re not talking to her then how do you know she isn’t thinking the same thing as you?”

Bucky drags his hand down his face, plainly defeated, “I’m so scared, Steve, what if she doesn’t want to deal with me, with all this,” he motions to himself. “Sometimes I wish I never knew what it was like, ya know, ignorance is bliss.” Steve frowns, “what do you mean Buck?”

“Maybe it would be easier if I never knew how special she was, her heart, her laugh, smile, the smell of her skin, the feel of her lips…maybe I don’t need love.” Steve clenches his jaw and stands abruptly, dragging Bucky up by his collar, “don’t you talk like that. None of it is true, not one word of it. You deserve love and you deserve her. Don’t you run and hide, you’re not a coward and your options are exhausted. You know what you have to do”

The look in Steve’s eyes startles Bucky, making him stand a bit straighter. He grabs Steve’s wrist, grip tight and strong, “I do,” he grits out, “but I’m so scared.” Steve smiles for the first time since they have been together, “hasn’t ever stopped you before.” The light finally reaches Bucky’s eyes as all that Steve has said starts to sink in, “you’re right.”

They leave the restaurant; both sets of wide shoulders held a bit higher and a purpose in Bucky’s steps. He can do this. He must. Their walk back to the tower is quiet, nothing more needing to be said. Before parting ways, Steve pulls Bucky into a tight hug, “I’m with you, buddy,” he says and Bucky smiles, replying, “till the end of the line, punk.”

Bucky searches for you, first looking in your shared room but finding it empty. He even goes to see Sam, thinking you might be with him again. You aren’t and Sam explains he hasn’t seen you since having Oreos. Bucky feels his chest tighten with anxiety, a million questions flying through his mind. Did you leave? Are you with someone else now? Do you not want to see him?

Taking a deep breath to clear his head he does his best to shake off the negative thoughts and squares his shoulders. Standing alone in the quiet hallway he considers all the places you might be. It finally dawns on him and he takes off with a run toward the elevator.

Running down the streets of NYC toward Central Park, Bucky doesn’t stop to take a breath, not that he needs to, he just needs to get to you. You’re all he needs to breathe. Rounding the fence, he heads toward a secluded spot with a large collection of glacial rocks. He spots you right away, sitting atop the boulders on a blanket, seemingly lost in thought.

As if you can sense his presence you turn and look down, your eyes catching his and in that moment you understand. Your surroundings melt away and the only thing you see is Bucky climbing toward you, his blue eyes brimming with tears. You stand and open your arms as he makes one last push, grabbing you and crushing you to his chest.

Neither of you speak for some time, just holding each other, the feel of his warm body against yours allowing you to finally take a deep breath. His shirt is stained with your tears and you feel the wetness along his cheeks when he finally brings his mouth to your skin and kisses you all over. “I love you; I love you; I love you,” he whispers against your lips.

“Bucky…,” you pull back to look him in the eyes, “I love you, I’m so in love with you, I’m sorry.” He wipes away a stray tear with his thumb, cradling your face in his large hands, “no, no, I’m sorry. I let myself get stuck in a dark place and didn’t allow you to follow. You, the only light that always brings me back.”

Grabbing his wrists, you kiss him, holding on like your life depends on it. And it does. You tell him so, tell him you can’t live without him, every piece of him, especially the damaged parts. You love them the most. The weight of your words makes him feel lighter than he ever has, his heart nearly beating out of his chest.

He sits down on the cool rocks, the sun setting behind the trees of Central park. Bucky has you cradled in his lap, your head against his chest as you listen to the now steady beat of his heart. You’ve both exhausted all your words, for now, nothing more to be said. Bucky kisses the top of your head and you look up into his eyes, watching as the last rays of the sun disappear behind blue.

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[nekoannie-chan]

My Princess

Pairing: Dark! Steve Rogers X Reader

Word count: 3628 words.

Summary: What will Steve be able to do to have the person he loves with him?

Warnings: Obsession, stalker, non-con., kidnapping, physical and psychologic punishment, maybe torture, violence, abuse, death of characters (not explicit), if I miss a warning, please let me know. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DON’T READ IT.

A/N: This is my entry to the @sherrybaby14 ‘s Sherry’s Reader-insert Smut Prompt Challenge! with the Steve Rogers’ prompt #9:

“Dark! Steve x Reader where he takes her and brings her to his mansion that he designed to be like a castle? And he calls her princess all the time and makes her dress like a princess”

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Steve kissed your shoulder a little, the night before he had left you exhausted making love with him.

Seeing that you were not waking up, he got dressed and left without anyone looking at him, he had to go to supervise that everything was in order and finished.

Steve was overseeing how the mansion had turned out, he had asked for exaggerated discretion for the transaction, he did not want anyone to know of that property, he had made the design to look like a castle and he wanted his princess to feel like one.

He went in and began to check the closet, the princess dresses he had sent to make especially for you were already arranged there, he was sure that you were going to see very well with them. He did not even care how much he had to pay for them, he had also taken care of the design of each one of them, not only dresses but also nightgowns, slippers, tiaras, hair accessories, whatever he thought was necessary.

He put the last perfume he had taken from your room on the dresser, he had made sure to get the makeup you liked the most.

He smiled, he observed one of your photos he had on his cell phone, realizing the time he decided to leave, and he did not want to be late for training

“Where were you babe?” you asked to see he came in.

"I went for a walk," he replied.

You approached him to kiss him when the door opened and Tony entered.

“Am I interrupting something? Are you going to do something? Ah… of course I forgot that the Capipaleta is a virgin, “Tony scoffed.

“Stark! “You warned him.

Steve smiled internally, no one suspected what they had, they still thought he was so innocent, that would be very helpful for what he planned to do.

While you were with your friends, Steve sneaked into your room.

Everyone believed that you slept in separate rooms, but it was not so until now no one had discovered them.

It was the third time that Steve entered your room without your permission, he smiled with satisfaction when noticing that you hadn't noticed yet, he took one of the perfumes that you had in the dressing table.

He searched among your drawers, careful not to disturb anything, he took the set of underwear that he liked so much to wear; He stealthily left the place, he was always very careful so that no one discovered him, he could not arouse any suspicion.

If Steve was in love with you, according to him, who could not fall before your charm?

But he was also clear about something, no one could deny what he wanted, everyone adored him, he knew that girls could not resist his physique, he could take advantage of those advantages of his position.

He had taken advantage of that to convince you that you were in a relationship.

“You still don't agree that Y/N and Steve are dating, right?” Pietro asked.

"No," Wanda said.

“Y/N loves him, I don't see the problem.”

"There is something I do not like about all this, I would not like something to happen to Y/N" Wanda commented with concern.

Pietro made an awkward gesture.

"It's all his fault, Steve likes to have all that attention, he's obsessed with her, he doesn't want to leave her for a single moment alone," Wanda continued. 

Steve watched you while you slept, he couldn't help it, he seemed beautiful to him, and he took out his cell phone and took some photos, being careful not to wake up

"So beautiful looks like an angel," he thought.

He came out trying not to be noise, but he didn't realize that he threw your jewelry box on the floor.

Because of the noise, you woke up.

"Who's there?" You asked sleepily.

When there was no answer, you turned on the light of the nightstand someone or something had entered your room

You got up, covered your body with your robe, and went out, saw Steve in the hallway.

"Steve, did you see if anyone came out of my room?"

"No doll, shouldn't you be sleeping?" he replied trying to look calm.

"I already was, but someone threw away my jewelry box, by the way, what are you doing here?" Shouldn't you be on a mission?”

“I finished it earlier than expected, I was going to train, and I’m still not sleepy.”

You shrugged, there were not many explanations for what had happened to you.

"Maybe it was a Stark experiment or there are ghosts at the base," you determined.

Steve laughed upon hearing your deduction.

"Always such a creative doll."

"Well, I'll go back to sleep," you said with a bit of annoyance.

"Rest" he approached and I kissed you on the forehead

"Wanda, something strange happened last night," you commented.

“What?”

“Someone came into my bedroom while I was sleeping, I woke up when I heard the jewelry box fall.”

"Didn't you see who it was?" Wanda asked.

"No, there was nobody when I turned on the light apart some of my things are missing," you replied.

“What kind of things?”

“A perfume, some of my makeup, some accessories, and…”

“AND?”

"Clothes, even underwear," you said embarrassed.

"That's weird, don't you have a suspect?"

“No.”

"Steve!" Wanda called him.

He ignored her, she ran to catch up with him, seeing her in front of him stopped.

"Steve, what are your true intentions with Y/N?" Wanda asked.

"Y/N is my princess, so I don't think it's your concern."

"YOU'RE OBSESSED WITH Y/N!" She yelled at him.

"No Wanda, you are jealous of our relationship

"I'm not jealous, Y/N is my best friend and I care about her" Wanda said firmly.

"You're not going to separate us," Steve said.

Before she could answer, he was gone.

"I must find out before I tell her," Wanda said as she paced around the room.

"If you are so suspicious of him, you should read his mind," her twin suggested.

"I can't, it's I don't know ... I don't know what he's doing, but it's as if I can only read his superficial thoughts but not his true intentions."

"We must warn them, this can become dangerous."

Steve finished preparing, everything else was ready, the only thing missing was for you to receive the notification, so no one would suspect what was about to happen and when they realized it would be too late.

He was not going to allow anyone to interfere between him and his beloved, not even the consequences that it might have.

He sent the message, now he was going to look for you, obviously taking care that no one else saw them, especially Wanda.

You were walking through the corridors of the base when you met Steve.

"Why aren't you ready?" he asked.

“Ready for what?”

You were confused, you didn't remember having any plans.

"We have a mission," he informed you.

“What you mean? No, none notify me.”

You checked your mobile phone, there was the notification, and it had arrived just five minutes ago.

"Aren't the others going on a mission?"

"It's just the two of us," he clarified.

"I'm going to go to tell to Wanda so she doesn't worry," you said, turning around.

"Y/N, we have to go now."

He took you by the arm, you sighed.

"Okay, let's go."

You went on his motorcycle.

"You look good," he flattered you.

“Thanks.”

He stopped suddenly, they got off the motorcycle, and it looked like you had arrived at the place.

"Did they give you the information?"

“This”.

He gave you a few papers that he had taken out of his pocket. You started reading it, it seemed kind of routine so it shouldn't be difficult.

You started walking through a forest, Steve was guiding you until you reached the place

"It looks creepy," you commented.

You had a bad feeling, that place looked like a horror movie.

"There is nothing to fear, I will protect you," he assured you.

"What about Y/N?" Wanda asked.

"I don't know," Pietro replied.

"I haven't seen her," Nat said.

"Does anyone know where Steve is?" Tony asked.

“Oh no...”

"Is something wrong?" Nat asked.

You entered the place, agreed that it was better to separate to cover more terrain, and finish the mission faster.

You walked into a room, what you saw there left you frozen, one of the walls was full of photos of you, photos that you never remembered someone took you, some of them looked as if they had been taken in fragrant and your lost things were also there. Steve appeared behind you.

"Steve ... What ...?" What is this? ”You questioned as soon as you saw him.

"I didn't think you'd find it that soon," he replied.

"Steve, what does all this mean?"

Steve's face changed, a malevolent smile appeared on his face, and you swallowed out.

"Steve, honey, what does this mean?" Do I have a secret admirer or something? It's a joke?” You questioned.

Silence, for a moment it crossed your mind that this was a trap.

"Steve, let's go please, let's go back to the base," you asked, trying to stay calm.

"There is nothing to fear princess," he assured you.

"We have to go back to the base," you ordered, your voice faltering.

"You don't know how much I love you," he replied.

"I know you love me, but Steve is scaring me," you said as you turned to go to the door.

He was faster than you and closed the door with a lock so you could not escape, you tried to take out your weapon, but he took you by the arm, the struggled a little, he managed to make you throw it, with another movement he knocked you unconscious.

He took you to the castle, took off your clothes and put on the lilac princess dress that he had liked so much, he smiled with satisfaction, you looked just as you had imagined, he brushed your hair put on your tiara, and left you in the room.

Now he had to get rid of the communicators and anything that might indicate the location.

A few hours later you woke up, you blinked several times to adjust to the light, where you were lying was not your bed, it had tulle, it seemed like the beds of the princess stories you read when you were a girl; As you sat you saw the outfit you were wearing, you frowned, you have never seen those clothes before.

How did you get there?

And above all, why did you have a dress on?

You got up looking for your boots, but you only found matching shoes, you sighed, you had no choice but to put on a pair, you looked up and saw yourself in the mirror.

Was it some kind of joke?

You looked down at the dresser, there were almost all the things you were missing from your room, you covered your mouth with your hand.

Had someone taken the form of Steve and kidnapped you?

You looked for all the furniture and drawers for the communicator to ask for help, nothing was there, then your mobile phone was not there, none of your belongings that you had taken to the mission.

You saw the door, maybe there was someone on the other side waiting for you, you went to the window, it had bars inside and outside, you couldn't escape through there, you opened the door, it was rare that I didn't have a lock, you tried to open the others but if they were closed with insurance, all the windows in the hall also had bars, you tried to peek through one, it seemed that what you saw was the tower of a castle.

For a moment you thought you were in Transylvania, you walked up the stairs and down, you went to the main entrance and tried to open, it was impossible.

"You woke up princess at last," Steve said.

"Steven, what does this mean?" you asked.

He did not answer your question.

You came up annoyed and you slapped him, I was hoping that if he was someone with the appearance of your boyfriend maybe he would show his true face, but nothing changed more than his expression, now he felt a little annoyed.

Steve grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the table, you tried to get away without success.

"Let go of me, you hurt me," you complained.

"You have to eat," he ordered.

He forced you to sit down, you looked at the plate with food, you were not going to eat anything, but your stomach protested, so you had no other option, although you could not deny that the food was delicious.

"Let's dance princess," Steve said suddenly.

"I don't want to," you refused.

He pulled you hard to get up.

"I said we are going to dance."

He was guiding you, you were trying not to move, but it was practically impossible.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I love you and they want to separate us," he replied.

"Steve, let's go back to base, please," you asked.

"No princess, I will not allow anyone to separate us."

He tried to kiss you.

“Don’t!

You pushed him, took off your shoes, and started running all over the place trying to escape, all the doors were still closed, and he caught you.

"You are behaving very badly princess," he sentenced.

"Leave me!" You shouted.

He struggled and dragged you to the room where you woke up, you kept screaming, maybe if someone listened to you they could help you.

"Shout all you want, no one will listen to you, I built this castle especially for you," he explained.

"I don't care, I want to go back to base, I don't want to be here," you whimpered.

Steve looked hurt, he had done all that especially for you and you didn't appreciate it.

"You need a punishment," he sentenced.

He took out handcuffs and chained you to one of the bedposts.

"You will stay like this until tomorrow, I hope you think about your behavior princess."

You saw the clock, it was four o'clock in the afternoon, you screamed and cried until you fell asleep, you did not know where he had gone, you hoped that others would notice that they were not there and would look for you and find you, although you were not sure if they would believe you.

At seven the next morning, Steve came in, he saw you asleep, started kissing you.

"Time to wake up princess," he whispered in your ear.

"Steve, let's go back to the base please," you asked again.

"No princess, let's have breakfast," he refused.

He took you to the dining room, maybe it was best not to make him mad, but you probably wouldn't eat all day.

Then he decided it was time to take a bath, he entered the bathroom with you but not the tub, and he began to wash your body with the sponge.

"Steve, I can do it alone," you said calmly, you didn't want to alter it.

"I want to help you, princess," he replied.

It was awkward, yet you were at a noticeable disadvantage.

"Put this on," she said, giving you another dress.

“Don’t you have jeans or something? “You asked.

"I want you to dress appropriately princess."

You put on the light blue dress that you had reluctantly chosen under Steve's watchful eye.

“You like them? I had them made especially for you, “he commented.

“They are cute”.

He brushed your hair and then put on another tiara, you felt ridiculous dressing like this, and you looked away from the mirror.

"Like you, princess, you know, we are going to be very happy here," he assured you.

"Something must have happened to Steve and Y/N," Natasha said concerned.

"I'm sure Steve is guilty," said Wanda.

"Come on, I don't think Capsicle will be able to harm someone," Tony commented.

Wanda tried to call you unsuccessfully for the tenth time. After several more attempts, they managed to locate your mobile phone near a river.

Steve managed to send false leads, making others believe that here you were kidnapped by some enemy.

Again he had left you alone, but this time you were not handcuffed, you started to check the place looking for an escape.

As soon as you heard the castle door open, you ran, maybe you could escape, Steve threw you to the ground to get away so you got up and changed your strategy, you locked yourself in the room, he opened it easily since he had the keys.

You started throwing at him what you were hiring without importing if you broke or hit him, you wanted to keep him away from you and as soon as you had the opportunity you would go out the door.

He kept coming closer, he threw you against the bed and got on top of you, easily taking off your dress.

"No, no, what are you doing?" you asked, trying to pull him away from you without success.

"You need a lesson, I wanted to do things well, but you refuse to cooperate, then it will be otherwise," he said.

He started stroking your breasts roughly and sucking your body, you kept struggling and the tears started to come out of your eyes, previously Steve had never forced you into anything, but now he seemed not to care what you want.

He penetrated you without caring that you weren't ready, it hurt a lot.

“Stop!”

He covered your mouth with one of his hands as he continued, stopped until he came.

"We will get married and have many children," he said before leaving.

You did not know how much you were going to endure, but you were completely sure that you would find a way to escape.

Taking advantage that Steve was asleep, you hated that princess nightgown that forced you to sleep.

You didn't put on your sneakers, which would give you away, you carefully took the keys, and you knew Steve was smart, but anyone could make a mistake.

You held your breath, one wrong move and it could all end… it didn't sound like such a bad idea if you were sure he was going to kill you, but you knew it wouldn't, it was much worse.

You walked as fast as you could.

You opened the door and started running through the garden, you had no idea where the entrance was.

You didn't even care to feel the grass against your bare feet or the stones, you ran as fast as you could look for the exit.

You heard Steve's voice calling out to you behind you.

You entered the maze, there you could lose it and sneak away, and you hoped that the exit was the door if so, you would go to the nearest town to call Wanda.

You kept walking, sometimes you stopped when you thought you heard Steve close by.

It seemed endless, honestly, you had no idea where you were going, and suddenly Steve tackled you, knocking you to the ground.

"You did something very bad princess," he said between his teeth.

He carried you, you tried to get away, bit him, kicked him, however, he was stronger and taller than you, easily pinned you down, took you back inside the castle.

He tore your nightgown and put you in the tub, he carved you with great force.

"Steve, stop, you hurt me," you asked.

"You have been a very bad girl, princess," he repeated.

“You can have what you want, I can give you anything and still you're trying to escape”

He tied your hands to the headboard.

"You have me kidnapped!"

He slapped you so hard that tears came out of your eyes, he turned you so that you were face down.

“When princesses are bad, they should be taught a lesson.”

He took off his belt and hit your ass several times with it, at first you tried not to make any noise, but the pain was more so you ended up screaming, after a while, you weren't sure if it had been minutes or hours, but what that if you knew is that probably in a few days you could not sit down.

What were you going to do? You had no way out.

If you tried to run away again or something he did not like, he was surely going to do the same, if you did what he wanted even if it was against your wishes, you did not know where you had gone again, he refused to answer your questions, your body still hurt and you were hungry.

"My King, you returned," you said in a shaky voice.

"I see that you finally understood, princess," he congratulated you.

You looked away, you didn't know exactly how you should behave and you were terrified of doing something that would infuriate him, but you were determined to play along.

"I have something to show you," he commented.

He took your hand and led you to the living room showed you some photos.

You covered your face with your hands horrified to see the photos with the crime he had committed, Steve had murdered everyone, your friends too.

"Steve ... why?" You asked crying.

"No one is going to separate us," he assured you with a smile.

No one was going to save you, you would be trapped in that place for the rest of your life. 

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[yellowmagicalgirl]

(the garrote killing me is made of your) heartstrings

Wizards whose powers awaken at a young age stopped aging in their late teens until they meet their soulmate. That didn't mean that Douxie expected to meet his soulmate any time soon, however.

This was inspired by that one tumblr post where you start aging again when you meet your soulmate. Warning for discussions of death as well as mild body horror concerning Akiridion biology.

AO3

FFN

“So, how did you manage the whole living for 900 years thing?” Claire asked. The two of them were in Douxie’s old bedchambers; they spoke quietly to avoid waking Steve up.

“By taking it one day at a time,” Douxie said. Some of those days had been better than others. Some of those days the only thing that had kept Douxie alive was that one day, Merlin would come back and need Douxie.

“Er, I actually meant the fact that you haven’t aged from now to when we left Arcadia... I hate time travel.”

“Oh. That’s actually simpler. Wizards whose powers awaken at a young age stop aging in their late teens until they meet their soulmate. Then, if they want to gain their immortality back they have to kill their soulmate. I mean, it’s still really hard to kill a wizard if they’ve met their soulmate, but I just haven’t aged in about nine centuries.”

“How do you know, that someone’s your soulmate?”

Douxie blinked. That wasn’t a question he expected Claire to ask. “Why, I thought you had more faith in me. I would never kill my soulmate.”

Claire raised her hands apologetically. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that! I just... I guess you’ve never met yours, so it doesn’t matter, I’m sorry I asked.”

Douxie glanced toward the dungeon. She was probably asking about Jim. “There was this guy, back in the early nineteenth century, and at the time I thought he might’ve been my soulmate. Obviously, he wasn’t, but I loved him nonetheless. And like I said, if you have to struggle with immortality, then you have to take it one day at a time. Live in the moment. And yeah, outliving your loved ones is hard. But there’s upsides to immortality as well.”

Douxie walked into Hex Tech, thankful to see a short girl with pink hair pinned neatly into place. He didn’t trust any other hedge mage like he did Zoe. Douxie walked up to her. Her, and a boy at the front desk shoving something into a backpack.

And as he bore the wrath of the boy Douxie had technically cut in front of, Douxie felt something unlock deep within him.

Surely, it was just a feeling of familiarity, and safety, from being in a place where the Arcane Order wouldn’t find them.

Douxie came home to the shared studio apartment to find Archie and Nari talking in low voices. That... wasn’t exactly a good sign. It wasn’t automatically a bad sign, but it wasn’t exactly good.

“Douxie,” Archie said gravely as Douxie put away his keys. “Have you noticed anything different, in the past two months?”

“Uh, we’re in New York?” After a week of making their way around the continent and setting up false magical signatures for Nari, the three of them had buried themselves in a small, crowded part of New York City. The Arcane Order wouldn’t be able to find them here. Also, Merlin was dead as opposed to just asleep, but Douxie was trying not to think about that.

“Other than that,” Archie said. Douxie shook his head in response.

“You’re aging,” Nari said.

“What? No.” Douxie couldn’t be aging, he still had so much to do. He protected the Earth for about 900 years and he planned to keep doing so. He planned on protecting Nari for eternity if he needed to. If he was now mortal, then he wouldn’t be able to do so. “I don’t have time to be aging.”

“We all knew it would happen eventually,” Archie said. “Who do you think your soulmate is?”

“I...” The problem was, Douxie had only met one person whom Douxie had thought was his soulmate. That man died a little less than two centuries ago. It had been for the best, really. If Douxie’s lover had been his soulmate, he wouldn’t have been able to meet Merlin again in Arcadia Oaks. Who knew what he could accomplish if he lived long enough that he would still be around two centuries from now? “I don’t know.”

“Give me your hand,” Nari said, “and I can try to find them.”

Douxie obediantly stuck out his left hand, and Nari took it in her own. She closed her eyes. Her hands glowed with green light, and illusory vines wrapped around Douxie’s hand and floated in the air. The vines then disappeared, and her hands stopped glowing. Nari opened her eyes.

“That is strange,” Nari said. “I can sense the living soul of every being of this planet. But your soulmate is not one of them.”

“So... my soulmate is dead?” Despite Douxie’s frustration with aging, he still felt a shallow pang of grief. It wasn’t fair. If he had to once more age, then he’d want to meet and get to know the destined person that Douxie was intended to die for. And instead, he wouldn’t even get that.

“I do not know,” Nari said. “Your soulmate’s soul could be in the Shadow Realm, like Jim’s was.”

“We need to find a way to better hide you and the seals, or even find a way to defeat Bellroc and Skrael for good,” Douxie said. “The Arcane Order has forever. I’ve got, what? Eighty years?”

“Or longer, if we use the right spells, or...” Archie trailed off, looking away. Douxie frowned. It must be hard on Archie, to know that he would definitely outlive Douxie. Dragons could live for three or four millennia, after all.

“We can’t be sure, but we think that you might be aging slightly slower than the average human,” Nari said.

“Could it be because I died?” Nari and Archie flinched as the words left Douxie’s mouth.

“I don’t know,” Nari said. “You’ll have to give me time.”

That was something Douxie was running out of.

“So, I was thinking,” Claire said as she rummaged through Douxie’s pantry, looking for a snack. She was quite the prodigy, having progressed quite far in the year and seven months that Douxie had been training her. The two of them had come back to his apartment after setting up decoys for the Arcane Order in various locations across Central and South America. “Jim’s mentioned that he wants to find a way to return to his troll form, but not permanently. And my first thought was maybe making him a changeling, but then we’d have to kidnap someone.”

“Not a good idea,” Archie said. “Hand me that can of tuna?”

“Exactly,” Claire said as she passed along the can. “But, we might be able to adapt Akiridion transduction so Jim can choose if he wants to be a human or a troll. So, what do you say to bringing Krel into this project?”

“Sure,” Douxie said. A couple days after Douxie had left Arcadia Oaks, Steve had added Douxie to a group text with the other Guardians of Arcadia. Douxie and Krel had started talking on their own a couple months after that. It would be nice to see Krel in person again. “Do you or Jim want to ask him, or should I?”

Claire brought Krel with her through a shadow portal soon after noon the next Sunday. Krel looked around, fidgeting his fingers along the edge of his jaw. Douxie expected to be annoyed that in the time since Douxie and Krel had first met, Krel had grown taller in his Akiridion form. They were no longer the same height, which had been... oddly nice, for reasons Douxie couldn’t name. Krel was now tall enough that his hair brushed against the ceiling of the apartment. Douxie wondered if it naturally grew that way, or if Krel had to spend time using products to make it stand up. From all the time the two of them had texted each other, Krel didn’t seem like the type of guy to spend a lot of time and gel spiking his hair every day, and Douxie had once been the type of guy to spend a lot of time and gel each day, making sure his hair was nice and spiky.

A small pang of grief for his lost immortality came with the memory of the old, somewhat cringe-worthy hairstyle. Douxie had mostly adjusted to his newfound mortality, but it still hurt sometimes. He, Nari, and Archie still hadn’t made any progress on the topic of Douxie’s soulmate, either.

Douxie forced himself to stop staring at Krel. Yes, Krel was attractive in a way that caught him off guard. There was something about the way his face now looked that made him look regal, moreso than Arthur and Morgana had ever looked. Maybe it was the fact that his faceplate had finished detaching a week ago? Krel had complained over text a month or two ago that it was an uncomfortable process that signified the start of adulthood for a royal Akiridion.

“You’re...” Douxie trailed off. He wanted to say beautiful. “A little later than expected.”

“Yeah, sorry, Mass ran late,” Claire said. “So, how’d you want to get started, Teach?”

Six hours of three frustrated prodigies ignoring each other’s personal space as they debated schematics passed. While Akiridion technology and magic were surprisingly compatible, transduction wasn’t quite as compatible with human-and-troll biology as they had hoped. Still, they weren’t quite ready to give up. Well, not forever, anyways. Words were starting to stop making sense for Douxie, and he wouldn’t be surprised if the same was starting to more-or-less happen to the others as well. Douxie stifled a sigh. He didn’t want to be the one who bailed first, but he also got the feeling that if he didn’t say anything the three of them would continue attempting to work for another hour or two of increasingly angry conversation.

“Do you want to break for dinner any time soon?” Douxie asked.

“Please,” Claire said in a desperate, thankful tone, “I’m starved.”

“Wouldn’t it just be a late lunch?” Krel asked.

“Time zone difference,” Douxie said.

“Right, forgot, sorry,” Krel said. A year ago Krel had explained how time zones weren’t really a thing on Akiridion-V. Instead, all clocks were set to the same time as it was in the capitol, but depending on where on the planet you lived you might start your delson at a different time. That being said, the amount of artificial lighting on the planet meant that location didn’t quite matter for when people were supposed to be awake or asleep.

“Can we get pizza from that one place a block away?” Claire asked as she stretched. “You’ll love it, Krel.”

“Archie, Nari, we’re going out, you want to come?” Douxie called across the apartment.

“Bring me back something with anchovies!” Archie said. Claire wrinkled her nose.

“Give me a moment to put on my disguise!” Nari called. Krel activated his transduction. While Arcadians had gotten used to trolls and extraterrestrials, and New Yorkers were mostly unphased by Nari’s antlers, Krel’s four arms and glowing body might draw unwanted attention. Douxie swallowed in order to stifle a gasp.

If Krel had grown into a regal young man in his true form, as a human he had become a roguishly adorable sort of scruffy. Krel had grown his hair out into messy a chest length ponytail. He was an inch or two taller, too.

Nari walked over to them, disguised as an incredibly short human with a beanie that had antlers attached to it. There was probably something to be said about how a nature goddess was more focused on a game on her phone than her surroundings, but she was used to the layout of the apartment. Plus, she could sense the soul of every living being of the planet Earth. She wouldn’t bump into anything until they left the apartment. Then she’d have to be careful.

She bumped into Krel, and looked up, startled.

“Sorry, I didn’t...” Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t sense you. You’re not from Earth, are you?”

“No, is it still that obvious?” Krel fidgeted with the ends of his ponytail.

“Not if you can’t sense souls,” Nari said. She gave Douxie a pointed look. He had no idea why.

Nari and Archie spoke in hushed enough to be somewhat worrying tones as Douxie got ready for work the next day.

“Should we tell him?” Nari asked.

“He’ll figure it out,” Archie said. “Or well, he should. If he doesn’t figure it out within a year, I guess we should tell him, but until then if he’s that oblivious it won’t hurt him.”

Douxie decided to ignore them and whatever they were talking about. His phone buzzed with a text from Krel, and Douxie smiled.

A/N: I decided to leave it ambiguous as to whether or not Jim and Claire are soulmates in this.

#krexie #claire nuñez #hisirdoux casperan #krel tarron #nari #toa archie #toawizards #toawizards spoilers #tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia spoilers #archie #drel #krouxie #my writing

[cake-writes]

Fever (Part One)

Pairings: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader (mentioned)

Story Warnings: Cheating, Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Smut, Breeding Kink (if you squint), Angst, 18+

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: Steve couldn’t. No, he wouldn’t. Not to his best friend’s girl.

Master List / Spotify Playlist

Two years today – your anniversary.

Not that it mattered, because the mission ran long. Even Steve didn’t get away from it unscathed, if the blood staining the shoulder of his uniform was any indication. You’d seen him hurt too many times over the years, but this time you felt guilty.

He’d gotten hurt keeping you safe. 

His best friend’s girl.

Bucky must have returned to the compound by now, you were sure of it. He’d been radio silent for the last three weeks on an assignment god knows where, but what you did know was that he’d be getting back today; said he wouldn’t miss your anniversary for the world, the hopeless romantic that he was. Your hopeless romantic.

You might have gone a little stir crazy as the days dragged on, missed him a little too much – so you passed the time by going on quick in-and-out missions in hopes that you’d get home and find him there waiting for you.

He wasn’t.

Each mission wound up being no more than a couple of hours, tops, except this one. You and Steve had been trapped here for the last day and a half. Too many Hydra agents to count. Too many fights for survival. Pinned down by the enemy, the two of you barricaded yourselves inside a too-large server room where the walls were thick enough to offer a modest layer of protection: two feet of metal and concrete, meant to safeguard Hydra’s most sensitive data.

The worst part wasn’t even that you were missing your anniversary. No, it was that you’d yanked an empty syringe from Steve’s back about twenty minutes ago and there was no way of knowing what mystery substance it contained. He hadn’t even noticed it, either, which made you wonder what the hell kind of pain tolerance he had. The stupid thing was just sticking out of him, needle about three inches long and yet he’d been completely fucking oblivious.

How?

Thankfully, Steve seemed to be doing okay, all things considered. His wounds would heal, of course. They always did. They always would. You tried not to worry, but you still felt guilty, so much you asked for the umpteenth time, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, doll,” he said in exasperation, holding his cell phone and yours up toward the ceiling in hopes that one of them would pick up a signal. “I’ll let you know if anything changes, you know, like I said the last ten times you asked.”

You huffed a little as you attempted to access one of the computers, having already tried five of them with no success. “I just don’t like seeing you hurt. Especially when it’s my fault.”

He laughed at that, somehow, despite the fact that you were both trapped in here with no hope of rescue. No signal, no reception, no dice. Things looked pretty dismal, but he was ever the optimist. “I can already feel myself healing. Stop worrying, okay?”

Computer number six was also a failure.

Another twenty minutes passed, but nothing changed.

Well, at least, not that you noticed. Steve was burning up, but he didn’t say a thing – didn’t want to make you worry. He cared too much about you for that, cared more than he should have for his best friend’s girl. 

Always had. Always would.

Sweat dotted his brow as he watched you try computer after computer to no avail. He just couldn’t tear his eyes away; even in the harsh fluorescent lighting, you were illicitly gorgeous, far more attractive than you should have been to him. Hair tousled, eyeliner smudged, tight black catsuit on your body ripped in too many places to count, cuts and scrapes and bruises peeking through – all superficial. 

He didn’t like seeing you hurt, either, so when the heat creeped up his neck, he wasn’t sure if it was from concern, claustrophobia, or carnal attraction.

“Anything?”

Steve’s question was simple, but he barely even recognized the sound of his own voice. Strained. Rough. Maybe because his throat was so dry.

When you glanced up from the screen and over at him, he forgot how to breathe. Bright eyes and a beautiful smile, despite the less-than-ideal circumstances. 

All for him.

Only for him, here, and sweet as sin.

“Nope,” you said cheerfully, popping the ‘p.’ 

That drew his attention to your mouth at the worst possible moment. As you focused back on the screen in front of you, you pulled your lower lip in between your teeth in thought, almost like you were trying to tease him, like you were trying to drive him out of his fucking mind. The sight shot straight to his groin; brought attention to the fact that his pants were starting to get just a little too tight. 

Then you looked up again at the silence and caught him staring. Tilting your head to the side, you asked slowly, “Still feeling okay?”

“Yeah,” he rasped, and then he cleared his throat – tried to clear his mind, too, but it didn’t work. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Steve didn’t like to lie, but he didn’t have a choice. Not here. Not when he felt like this.

Your fingertips stilled over the keyboard as you studied his face a little more closely, and then you took a few steps toward him. “Are you sure? You look a little flushed.”

Your keen scrutiny only made him even hotter – made him want to escape before he did something he’d regret. He was already toeing the line.

But he couldn’t. No, he wouldn’t.

Not to his best friend’s girl.

With your approach came the heady scent of your perfume, and his resolve weakened even more – particularly when you pressed the underside of your wrist to his sweaty forehead. Your skin was far cooler to the touch than it should have been, and the physical contact sent a pleasurable chill through him.

“Something’s wrong,” you said with a frown, swapping your wrist for your palm, and then you brought both hands to either side of his flushed face. “You’re way too hot, Stevie.”

You spoke his name so softly, so gently – like a lover, like a balm. 

Stevie.

On your lips, it sounded sweet as honey.

Steve’s temperature already ran hotter than yours because of the serum, but you were long used to it because Bucky was the same. Ironic, really, that the only person on the face of the earth who’d be able to tell the difference without a thermometer was who stoked the fire to begin with.

Well, you, and whatever the hell it was he’d been injected with.

“I’m fine,” he repeated, but the words felt foreign on his tongue. Wrong. He wasn’t fine. The way he leaned into your touch was evidence of that.

“Here,” your hand trailed down his back to help guide him to a nearby chair, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, “Sit down, okay? Tell me how you’re feeling.”

Ravenous. Touch-starved. Not fine at all.

Steve sank into the worn leather desk chair, but that proved even worse. Now he had to look up at you – look up at your pretty little face and try not to imagine how you’d look straddling him, taking every inch of his cock.

Yeah, like that was possible.

He’d break you. How Bucky managed not to was beyond him. You weren’t enhanced like either of them.

“I’m hot,” Steve finally admitted. “It’s hot in here.”

A flimsy excuse. Even he knew it wasn’t. Something was wrong.

“Really? I’m actually kind of cold.” With a smile, you made a show of briskly rubbing your arms, probably to make him feel better – and then you teased, “Maybe you can warm me up, huh?”

Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.

Your brows rose in surprise, but you laughed soon after.

Oh. Had he said that out loud?

He didn’t know. He didn’t care.

And it didn’t seem to bother you, either, because the concerned look in your eyes was still there and your jokes and laughter were a front. “Are you nauseous? Sick? Come on, talk to me. Please?”

Oh, he liked the sound of that. 

Steve quickly found himself wondering if that was how you sounded when you begged for more, begged for release, begged for something only Bucky was lucky enough to give you.

Imaginary pleas of please, Stevie, please echoed in his ears.

His eyes closed as your fingers threaded through his hair – an attempt to soothe the ache settling into his bones, perhaps. You quickly stopped, however, and he only realized why when he looked back up at you.

When had he taken hold of your wrist?

“What is it, Stevie?”

Shit, honey, if only I knew.

But the words didn’t come. His tongue felt like lead in his mouth.

Steve noticed, then, how easily his fingers and thumb overlapped – how small and delicate you really were, not to mention how absolutely defenseless. Your eyes were impossibly soft as you gazed down at him with such concern, such care, that he somehow wrenched his hand away.

“I… I don’t feel right,” was what he finally settled on.

“Can you describe it?”

You were worried about him, he knew, but you should have been worried about yourself for entirely different reasons. With you so close, he had no choice but to breathe in the irresistible scent of you. It drove him crazy.

You drove him crazy.

Through gritted teeth, Steve managed a rough, “Just find a way to get us out of here.”

“But you’re—”

“Now,” he barked, and you immediately jumped into action at his harsh tone.

Thirteen computers and counting.

Another ten minutes, and you were on computer number seventeen. Still no dice.

In between hurried keystrokes, you snuck glances over at Steve only to find him watching you like a predator might watch its prey. It unnerved you a little. Eyes dark and breathing laboured, he seemed much worse than before – overheating, but you didn’t dare check his temperature again. Your stomach had been in knots since he raised his voice with you, or maybe it started when he grabbed your wrist – a firm grip, one that might have left bruises beneath your shredded sleeve.

Why were you so anxious?

This was Steve. Captain America. Your boyfriend’s best friend. He’d never hurt you, at least not intentionally and you had a feeling that all of this had something to do with the mystery substance running through his veins. He’d be fine. 

That was when the computer dinged with a signal. At last. You might be able to get a message out, even if the reception was so poor. It was a short one, a quick and dirty ‘SOS’ along with your location. Command would send an extraction team for the two of you.

After you hit ‘send,’ you let out an audible sigh of relief. “Finally got a message through. Don’t worry, they’ll get us out.”

Something about that phrase snapped Steve’s resolve. He didn’t want to get out.

No, he wanted to get in.

That was when your back slammed against the wall, so hard that the impact left you gasping for air. “What—”

But you couldn’t finish that sentiment because Steve’s lips were on yours, hot and wanting and unfamiliar – not at all like how Bucky kissed you, how Bucky loved you more than anything.

For a moment, you froze up, absolutely stunned by what he’d done. You came to your senses quickly, though, and shoved him hard in the chest to get him to stop – but only after a few frenzied tries did he finally break away.

Breaths coming out in short bursts, you croaked, “What the hell?”

Steve swallowed the lump in his throat and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself against the wall with one arm above your head. His free hand came up to massage his temple, a distraction from the tightness of his pants. He’d caged you in – trapped you against him so deliciously and when he finally spoke, he sounded just as wrecked as he looked. “I don’t… I don’t know.”

“I’m with Bucky,” you hissed, voice wavering. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Angry words laced with fear. He didn’t blame you.

But he couldn’t stop himself when his eyes dropped back to your mouth, and in an instant, he found himself wanting another taste, another touch. The fever burning hot fire through his body made it impossible to ignore, let alone resist any longer. What little self-control he had was gone.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” he choked out, and then his hand was in your hair, too-tight grip allowing him to pull you in for another kiss. This time he was much less forgiving, almost bruising your lips in his need for you – lips so soft and pliable and his. 

Steve overpowered you with such ease, especially when he swept his tongue into your mouth to sample your sweetness straight from the source. Scalp stinging painfully, you put up a fight, at least until he gathered both your wrists in one large hand and pinned them none-too-gently to the wall. Pain – not a lot of it, but enough to sting, to smart, to leave more bruises. 

No matter how hard you struggled, you couldn’t break free.

Of course you couldn’t. You weren’t strong enough. Not against him.

You attempted to knee him in the groin anyway, a last resort, but he easily deflected it by shoving one of his thighs in between yours. Thick, corded muscle pressed hard against your clothed core, wrenching a strangled gasp from your throat.

“Steve,” you whimpered against his lips, still trying to break free from his hold: an exercise in futility. “Damn it, stop, let me go—”

But he didn’t. No, instead he kissed you again, muffling any other protests, any other objections – and moans, too, he soon discovered when you mistakenly ground against his thigh in another failed attempt of escaping.

Peppering your jaw with open-mouthed kisses, he murmured, “How am I supposed to stop when you sound so pretty?”

Pretty for him. 

All for him.

A shudder wracked your body at the feeling of his breath against your ear, at the low timbre of his voice – rough and full of desire.

You stopped fighting after that.

And then you started to feel the heat, too. You felt the burn on your tongue, first, felt it prickle against your lips – uncomfortable, stifling heat, a fever that quickly made its way through your extremities, made your knees go weak, made you melt against him like butter. 

If Steve hadn’t been holding you up, you would have hit the floor.

“It’s too hot,” you whined, leaning back against the wall, revealing more of your throat for him to mark, to claim. The sharp, sudden ache between your legs was unbearable. “God, it hurts—”

“I know, baby,” he breathed against the saliva-slickened skin of your neck. “I know it does. I’ll make it better.”

Your arms were thrown carelessly around his neck, now; when had he even let you go? You didn’t know. You didn’t care. You just needed him, needed what he was going to give you like you needed air. 

An insistent tug around his collar – an unspoken plea, but the words soon followed, spilling from your mouth like a broken record. “Make it better, Steve, please make it better, Stevie, please—”

“Jesus, doll,” came his groaned reply as he all but yanked the zipper to your catsuit down, down, down between your breasts, and then the sleeves followed, fabric ripping along the seams. The moment you pulled your sports bra over your head, he palmed your breasts – left hot kisses and even hotter touches against your hypersensitive skin, and when he took a nipple into his mouth, you shivered.

“Not enough,” you gasped, fingers curling in his hair.

The taste of your skin was intoxicating – salty sweet with sweat and something he couldn’t quite place.

Longing, perhaps. Or dread.

Teeth raked against the pert bud and again your knees gave out, but Steve held you steady – a welcome reminder of his thigh between yours. This time, you ground down against him purposely, far too impatient and needy to wait for more.

You just couldn’t stop. Not that you even wanted to anymore.

With your free hand, you blindly fumbled with his belt and, somehow, it loosened. His fly was next, frantically unzipped until you had enough leeway to slide your hand into his boxers. As soon your fingers wrapped around him, Steve let out a shaky breath and met your eyes with a shared, albeit fleeting thought—

This was wrong.

But neither of you could stop.

You shoved his pants down below his ass, freeing him from the constraining fabric. His cock was hot and heavy in your palm, and you smoothed your thumb over the leaking slit.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he swore, sending a surge of heat straight to your core.

You wanted this – wanted him.

Steve stripped the rest of your catsuit off in about two seconds flat – half tore it from your body in order to reveal your soft skin and perfect curves. Not that he had a chance to really appreciate them, however, because with a flick of his wrist your panties were in shreds on the floor and you’d slung one leg around his waist.

So fucking eager. He loved it.

He hiked your thigh up higher – allowed you better access to line him up, and when the head of his cock glided through your slick folds, you breathed, “Make it better, Stevie.”

So he did.

Steve slid all the way inside of you in one fluid motion, to which your eyelids fluttered shut, head lulling back against the wall with a dull thunk. The pleasant burn of him stretching you out so beautifully had your fingernails digging into his shoulders, leaving angry red marks behind.

“That’s it,” Steve coaxed, his large hand cradling the side of your face. “There you go.”

The tight, velvety drag of your walls as he slowly withdrew drove you both absolutely insane – and then he slammed all the way back inside, punching the breath from your lungs.

“You— god, you feel so good, Steve, give it to me, I need you, fuck me, Stevie—”

You didn’t even know what you were saying anymore, so blissed out of your mind already and he’d barely even started. With the his cock so deep inside you, the tip snug against your cervix, Steve couldn’t think straight either – and hearing you beg for him like this was better than he ever could have imagined.

He kissed you, then, all teeth and tongues, swallowing every single one of your pleas. Your arms slowly came to rest around his neck, and with unsteady yet practiced flair, you jumped up the tiniest bit – jumped up into his arms, and sure enough, he caught you.

It wasn’t hard to figure out why you knew he would.

Bucky.

A train of thought quickly forgotten as both your legs wrapped around his waist. Hands palming your ass, now, Steve fucked up into you – fucked you to pieces, and then he kissed you back together.

“Fill me up,” you gasped against his lips.

Jesus.

You didn’t have to ask him twice, especially when he felt the tell-tale flutter of your walls around his cock. You were close, and your soft, breathy whimpers only confirmed it.

“Gonna come for me, baby?”

“Yeah,” you moaned. “God, I’m so fucking close—”

Steve’s thrusts started to falter, then, and his fingertips dug into your hips. He left more bruises, but the mix of sensations was too much for you to handle and with a strangled cry, you fell apart, walls clenching down around him – desperately trying to milk him dry.

Even your body wanted him to come inside.

It pushed him over the edge, the knowledge that even on the most primal level you wanted him to fill you up – a conscious decision, but an instinctive one, too. With a soft groan, he pushed in as deep as he could go and spilled hot inside of you, marking your insides like a brand.

As he came down, exhaustion hit him like a wave. He set you down gently, but then he held one of his hands to the wall to keep himself from falling.

He felt weak, and so did you.

Chest heaving, you slid to the floor in post-coital bliss, cum dripping down the insides of your thighs. Steve wasn’t nearly as winded, and of course he wasn’t. He had the serum coursing through his veins, just like Bucky.

Bucky.

Bucky.

“Oh god, Steve,” you choked out, staring up at him in horror. “What— What did we do?”

Steve’s eyes widened in shock, feverish haze finally starting to clear.

Two years today – your anniversary.

Not that it mattered.

Part Two / Cold Sweats (fan-written sequel)

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#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #fever

[maybecoolwords]

The Flirt..

Summary: Bucky Barnes is obliviously flirting with a stranger while you, his girlfriend, are sitting a few tables away from him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Reader

Word Count: 1 310.

Warnings: The use of the F word. If there are anymore warnings you think I should add, please don't hesitate to tell me.

A/N: Hello beautiful people, I've been gone for a while, writer's block sucks, but I'm back. I hope you guys enjoy this little drabble. BTW, GIF IS NOT MINE.

"Y/N , got a visual on the target yet ?"

A cup of steamy coffee on your table, on the side of a still warm chocolat cookie. In beautiful pastel colors, the mini table goes well with the aesthetic of the little french café. A breathtaking view of the infamous Eiffel Tower is giving you one of the most Paris "experience", as well as the many flower shops surrounding the beautiful coffeeshop, spreading garden-fresh scents you're absolutely in love with.

You're back on the field again, after only a few days of rest. It seems to you that bad guys just can't give you a break and probably won't any time soon either. So to say you're tired is more than just a simple understatement. Add to that the fact that you've been sitting on this same chair for the past half hour which isn't exactly cheering you up, especially since all you've been doing is watching people. Stakeout missions are the absolute worse.

Steve's voice is what got you out of an other case of lost-gazing. His voice shows just how bored and tired he is. And you can't really blame yourselves, having woken up early after another late night can take a toll on anybody, except for Bucky who seems more energetic than you've seen him in the past few days.

"Nope, not yet." You responded to Steve's earlier question as you took a sip from your still steamy cup of coffee to hide the movement of your lips.

"Buck ?" Asks Steve again.

No answer.

"Bucky ?"

Nothing again.

You're starting to get eaten up with curiosity. It's not like Bucky to just not answer his best friend when he calls his name, especially on a mission like this one. And it's not like you could just turn around and look directly at his table because you might blow your covers if you do that.

But the suspect is nowhere to be seen - yet. So you do a quick recon of your side of the little coffeeshop before you look Bucky's wa-

Wait.

No.

Effing.

Way.

It feels like your eyes are decieving you, so you scrunch them a bit to really make sure you're not watching your boyfrind casually laugh at something someone said. And not just someone, a very very handsome man is sitting in the same table Bucky has been occupying for the past hour and talking to him like how a man would talk to his date. A charming smile very much on display, biting his bottom lip and eyes very much lost in Bucky's.

You're no Black Widow, but you do know when a person has the fuck-me-look in their eyes. And Bucky is unmindfully enjoying this.

You look back down to your cup of coffee, playing calm and collected to not draw anybody's attention to you, when you really want to strangle that oblivious boyfriend of yours.

You sigh before you pick your cup of coffee to take a sip and say:

"Guys, we have a problem."

"What is it now ?" Sam answers, obviously even more irritated at this stake-out mission from hell.

"Bucky might have turned off his ear piece and is completly lost in a french boy's eyes."

"What ?"

"He is what now ?"

It was like you just woke your two baby-sitters from an eyes-wide-open nap. Both of them expecting a little "the waitress brought me the wrong order" type of problem coming from you, since you tend to be a bit overdramatic in anything you do in life.

But it's not the case.

"Yeah, I'm literally looking at him right now, laughing at the hot dude's jokes.." It's no surprise that you're not frantic or losing your chill right now, if anything, you're cool about the whole thing. You trust Bucky, and you know how oblivious he gets at times when people flirt with him. Especially now that a hot and handsome french man is obviously swooning over Bucky's bluer-than-the-sky eyes and his beautiful smile while Bucky is probably thinking about learning french to impress his new friend.

"Wait, did you just say hot ?" Sam asks, most probably smirking.

"I just told you my boyfriend is unintentionally cheating on me right now, and all you're concerned about in me calling a dude hot ?"

"Guys, I can literally hear you right now." Bucky finally seemed to have finished his apparently more-important-than-the-mission talk and turned his ear piece back on. You look over at him to see him sitting alone, looking like a snack, back in his Winter-Soldier-but-friendlier-persona, as you like to call it.

"Guys, can we focus back on the mission, now ?" Just like always, cap's bored but still authorative voice cuts the conversation short. A conversation you'd gladly have with your boyfriend if it wasn't for Sam's meddling.

"Red Wing got a hit on one of the costumers that got in a few minutes ago. Umm, brown hair, red shirt and blue jeans." Sam announces.

"Oh my god."

"What now ?"

"That's the dude Bucky was flirting with-"

"I was not flirting with him, Y/N." Bucky's irritated voice cuts in.

"Where is he now ?" Steve asks, seemingly done with this petty argument before it even started.

"On the back alley."

"I'm moving in now." You say before you throw a ten euro bill on the table and quickly walk to the back alley of the little café, thinking: Why does there have to be a back alley involved?

"I'm right behind you." Bucky says before you feel him, indeed, walking behind you.

"Oh don't you have another hot dude to make out with this time ?" You tease him, leading him towards the kitchen door. Bucky was about to comment on your little remark, if it wasn't for the confused glares coming from the staff working in the tiny kitchen. The beautiful sight of croissants and chocolate cookies, however, is what you're mostly seeing, thinking how you'd kill for one right now.

"Nous sommes désolés mesdames et messieurs, ça ne va pas prendre longtemps." Bucky apologetically says to avoid the irritated glares everyone is sending your way, as you both pass the counters.

"I forgot you can speak French. But I definitely just got a reminder how that makes me feel." You say before reaching the back door.

"Babygirl-"

"Okay gross, we can hear you, or do you need a reminder about that too ?"

"Thank you Sam, always ruining everything." You sigh.

The door leading to the back alley is locked, typical. So you move to the side, allowing Bucky -who doesn't hesitate- to do his thing: breaking the lock.

You find your target, with a surprised look on his face when he first spots Bucky reaching for his gun. In a swift quick move you kick the dude in the stomach before he drops to the ground and lose his grip on a briefcase he's holding, before threatening him to not move. His partner in crime, or in this case, his supplier, froze in his place watching the whole thing unfold. Ugh, amateurs.

"Quick catch." You hear Sam say after he and Steve showed up.

"That was the easiest thing I've ever done." You retort to Sam's comment.

"Okay, showoff." Bucky chuckles.

"Don't you have another bad guy to flirt with ?" Sam asks, trying to pull the conversation to Bucky's earlier shananigans.

"For the last time, I was not flirting with him."

"To be honest I would've done the same thing." You say, moving towards Bucky and propping your arms on his shoulder allowing him to place his hands on your hips. All while thinking about all the champagne and chocolat fondant you'll have when you go back to your hotel room.

"Wait, what do you mean?" Bucky asks, genuinely curious about what you meant, with his typical "jealous" frown etched on his face.

"I'm just saying, if a handsome guy just randomly approaches me I would definitely start flirting with him and laugh at everything he says just for the hell of it, without thinking about my boyfriend who is conveniently sitting just a few tables-"

"Okay , fine I get it." Bucky finally gives up. "And I am still adamant on the fact that I was not flirting with him."

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[buckysforeverprincess]

Can Our Love Survive Ch. 7

Steve Rogers x Sister Reader, Bucky x Reader, OFC Brittany

Words: 1520

Warnings: Language, a smack to the face

A/N: We’re now moving on from the panic attack and it’s aftermath. So will things start to heat up with the reader and Bucky? Only time will tell. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks for reading!

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Monday morning came way too soon, and you weren’t ready to show your face at school. You’d spent most of Sunday in bed recovering from your blackout Saturday night knowing just how much they drained you and needed rest. It wasn’t the first time it’d happened. The blackouts started right after the anxiety kicked in. Therapy and meds have been helping and you hadn't had a blackout in a while, so you hoped they wouldn't become a regular occurrence in your life.

Walking into kitchen for breakfast, you were greeted with smiles by your mom and twin.

 “Good morning baby, how ya feeling today?” Sarah handed you your morning meds.

 Shrugging, you took he offered meds and gave her your very best pretend smile. “Still have a headache, but I'll survive.”

 “If you have any issues, call me. I have to work late at the hospital tonight, but you are my priority, okay?”

 “I will. Thank you, mom. I-I… love you,” you try to hold back the tears.

 Sarah moves to stand in front of you and gently grabs your face. “I love you more than you'll ever know. We're in this together, and I'll move heaven and earth if you need me too.” She pulls you in for a hug and you can feel the tears start to fall. “Gotta go, love you both!”

 “Bye mom!” Steve and you both holler in unison and hear the door shut signaling Sarah had taken her leave.

“So, we should probably talk,” Steve starts in not wasting any time, “I think there’s some things we need to get out before we go.”

 Sighing heavily, you nod in agreement as you wiped the tears from your eyes. You didn't want to talk about what happened, but knew you were going to have to face your friends and their looks of pity when you saw them today.

“How upset was everyone that I ruined movie night?”

 Steve looks at you, his brows furrowed, eyes questioning your logic. “No one’s upset with you, Y/N, it wasn't your fault!” He yells, his emotions already getting the better of him.

 “Wasn't it?!” You yell back, matching your twin’s fury. “I can't control my shit! My brain is so fucked up and I can't control the anxiety. Someone finally shows me a slight bit of attention and I freak the fuck out and blackout, all because I made a stupid choice a year ago! Please Steve, tell me again how none of this is my fault!” The tears have begun again and are streaking down your cheeks.

“Fine…,” Steve calms himself when he sees just how worked up and upset you’ve become, “…I won't tell you because I've done so many times before. You gotta get over your fear and believe what I say. Yes, you chose to date Brock, but what he did was not your fault. There was no consent-”

 “Stop!” You interrupt, your face morphing into anger. “Don’t say another word! I have spent every day for the past year trying to forget that night and everything that followed. I don’t need any reminders, especially not from you!”

Steve moves in closer and hold out his arms. “I'm sorry. Come here, please?” He says softly, looking like a small boy and not the sculpted masterpiece he’s become. You hesitantly comply and move into his arms, melting into his warm embrace. “I love you and I’m sorry for what I said. I just wish you’d believe me and trust that I want you to get back to the person you were before.”

 “But I'm not that person anymore, Steve. I'll never be… but I'll always be your sister and I love you too,” you look up at him with a broken smile. “So, no one’s mad?” You bring the conversation back to where it began.

“No, they weren't mad. Concerned, yes, but never mad. They all worry about you…,” Steve pauses, “…think this could set you back?”

 You shake your head and shrug, “I don't know? I may keep my distance, at least until I see my therapist. Appointments tomorrow, can you take me?”

 “Like you even have to ask,” Steve moves away, heading to the fridge and grabbing your lunches.

 “Thanks,” you smile, taking the offered bag and start to walk away.

“Wait!”

 You stop and turn around to look at Steve, your brother appearing conflicted about something.

 “I have a request,” his voice deepens, and you recognize it as his warning tone.

 “I'm listening.”

 “It's about Bucky. Do you think you could maybe stay away from him?”

You head back towards your brother, arms crossed to your chest. “What happened?” Noting the change in your twin.

 “I just think it's better if you forgot about him. I…I think I made a mistake.”

 “You won't tell me, huh?” Steve shakes his head making you roll your eyes at his guarded secret. “Ok. I'll honor your request, for now,” you concede. “Damn it,Steve! You're ruining my plans to elope with him and have lots of babies!” You joke with a smile.

 “There's my sunshine,” Steve smiles back at you.

 “Let's go. Gotta get our education or we'll end up selling our bodies just to keep mom out of the nursing home.”

 Steve laughs and grabs his things, the two of you heading out of the house and to the car, destination high school.

Things start out like any other day. You’d made your way to your locker before first period to grab the necessary items for morning classes.

 “Hey, Y/N… how's it going?” A voice pulls you from your task, making you turn and lay your eyes on him. Bucky. Damn, he looks good today in tight black jeans and a blue Henley that showed off his toned chest. Man boobs?! Fucking Christ…forgive me father, for I have sinned, it's been 6 months since my last confession, you recited in your head like a prayer.  

“I'm-uh… um-uh... about-uh, about Saturday…,” God spit it out already! You internally screamed. Inhaling a deep breath and letting it out, you decide to go for broke and just let out what’s on your mind. “Why did you almost kiss me?” There. It was out and you had asked him, that wasn't so bad.

 Bucky smiles and Jesus, his face warms your heart, making you crumble inside. “Well… I like you and I kinda thought you might like me too?”

 You begin to blush and bite your bottom lip. You did like him, but he is so far out of your league. He could have anyone else, but he confessed to liking you. God, why couldn’t life be simple and let you have this one thing?

“My brother asked me to stay away from you,” you blurted out, hoping Bucky would fill you in on the missing pieces.

 “Maybe he doesn't think I'm good enough?”

 It's possible. Steve has become overly protective and only wants the best for you, but you sense there's something he's not telling you.

 “I don't always listen to my brother,” you smirk. “I do like you, but….”

“James!”

 The voice belts out making you cringe. The one female you can't stand and loathe with every fiber of your being. Brittany. Brock’s loyal bitch. She was his side piece and spent her time between Jack and Brock. You’d heard she’d just broke up with Jack, and you were pretty sure that was on Brock's order. He liked to play mind games and gave no fucks about anyone’s feelings.  

Brittany approaches your locker, her eyes locked on Bucky. “You never called me about our date. I waited all day and you never showed. I hope you’re planning on making it up to me?” She sticks out her bottom lip in a fake pout.

 “Date?” You look at Bucky stunned. “You were planning a date?”  

 “We were supposed to go out on Sunday,” she doesn’t give Bucky a chance to explain, “I was looking forward to getting his lips on me again. He's such a good kisser!” Brittany grins like the devil.

What the fuck, you think, glaring at Bucky with murder eyes. Of course, he didn't really like you. He kissed her and was playing some elaborate game that smelled of Brock.

 Out of nowhere, you felt your right hand connect with Bucky's face, making it sting. “Fuck you!” you yelled, most likely drawing attention from the people in the hallway. “I'm not someone to play games with, you lying sack of shit! I've had enough assholes to last me an entire lifetime! Leave me alone and go shit yourself!” You slammed your locker and stormed off, not daring to look back and see what was going on behind you.  

What did you do to deserve this? He just told you he liked you, but yet, was planning a date with that she devil. Why? You should have listened to Steve, but instead you gave in and could now feel your heart breaking, tears starting to form. You needed to leave. Fuck school and fuck this life! You were going back home and never leaving your room again. 

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Bloodbound Chapter 12 - Psychic Connection

Pietro had the best view of the harbour from the building’s terrace. He laid low, looking at the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. A car arrived at the harbour. Pietro recognised the license plate. It belonged to Stark Industries. Obadiah Stane stepped out of the car and he walked to a man who was already overlooking the task. Pietro saw that they were talking but he was far away to hear anything they said.

"Wish we were able to listen to them talk. They look like the bigshots. They may slip their identities." Thompson’s voice came through the com.

"The bald one is Obadiah Stane. He works for Tony Stark" replied Pietro.

"Privilege of attending Stark’s parties"

"Will you both shut up and concentrate on the matter in hand?" May’s voice cut them off.

Pietro again looked into the binoculars, focusing on Stane. He walked back to his car and got in. Pietro got up from his hiding spot.

“I’m going to trail him” he said as he sprinted to his car.

“Agent Maximoff, stay down” May said firmly into her com. Pietro switched it off and got in the car. As Stane drove away from the harbour, Pietro followed him at a distance.

May can’t leave her post now and at the same time she can’t let Pietro follow a risky lead alone. She swore as she dialled Natasha’s number.

…..

Steve and Natasha were getting ready for their night hunt in Steve’s office. Steve took a couple of Howard’s latest inventions and pocketed it. They got out of his office and stepped into the elevator. Natasha pressed the button and turned to look at Steve, “So, I heard you and Stark have been hunting while I was gone?” she smirked. “How was the hunt?” she asked raising her an eyebrow.

Steve stared at her with eyes wide.

“Don’t look so surprised pretty boy. Both of your auras scream you had sex.”

“I would rather jump from a plane without parachute than talk about my sex life.”

Natasha laughed. She got into the car and started the engine.

“Shit, I forgot my phone in your office” she said. After a moment she added, “Never mind.”

She set off into the night city. They searched the deserted streets for ferals. The night was silent allowing them to hear every small sound. Natasha stopped the car and stepped out. Steve followed her. They analysed the area for any lurking feral. They found a group of seven roaming few blocks away. The ferals were no match to them. They finished them off within few minutes and drove to another part of the city.

They were near Staten Island when they heard a woman scream. Natasha pressed down on the break and opened the door. She got out and ran in the direction of the scream. Steve followed her. He saw a woman was being chased by feral. He jumped in-between the feral and the woman. He stabbed the feral through its heart, turning it to dust. He turned around and saw Natasha trying to calm the woman. He walked up to them. But seeing him approach, the woman backed away scared. Steve stopped advancing and apologised. “Sorry, didn’t mean to alarm you.”

Once she became calm, they drove her to her apartment.

…..

Pietro followed Stane in his car. Pietro felt like Stane drove through the city aimlessly. He could not work out the destination of Stane. Suddenly, Stane stopped the car and got out. Pietro checked for his gun in his shoulder strap and got out. He maintained his distance from Stane. When Stane turned into a dark alley, Pietro took out his gun and followed him. As he stepped into the alley, he pointed his gun straight ahead. There was nothing but an empty wall. It seemed to be mocking at Pietro. The man who had walked into the alley few seconds before had vanished. Pietro was confused. Where did he go, he thought as he advanced down the alley. Suddenly hair in the back of Pietro’s neck stood up. His instinct screamed at him to leave. He turned and a figure jumped in front of him from the top of building. It was Stane.

He had a malicious glint in his eyes and his pupils shone blood red. He smiled at Pietro revealing his sharp fangs as they slowly descended. Pietro fired his gun. The bullet managed to hit Stane in his chest but it apparently had no effect on him. He staggered back a bit but still stood his ground. Pietro shot repeatedly, emptying the whole round into him.

Stane growled. “This isn’t going to stop me, boy.”

Pietro ducked in-between the gap between Stane and the wall and ran for his life. He dashed out of the alley towards his car. Stane followed him. Pietro got in his car and started it. He pressed on the gas but his car didn’t move. He turned to see Stane holding the car.

“Fuck”

Pietro turned on his electronic batch to life and dropped in his location asking for backup. He wasn’t sure anyone can help him now. Stane was too close. He ripped the door and dragged Pietro out by his neck. Pietro struggled as Stane choked him. It is too late he thought.

…..

Wanda woke up with a jerk. She looked around her. It took her sometime to realise that she was in the couch of Howard’s lab. She saw Howard and Coulson looking her concerned. They might have noticed when she woke up.

“I’m fine” she said. But her voice gave her away.

Howard sat near her and held her hand. The awkwardness was there when they started talking again but they worked it out. Now they were like before, working and joking around together. She had come to his lab to escape the loneliness of her home. Pietro was never home most of the time and it felt off without him so she spent her time in Howard’s lab chatting with him while getting her work done. Coulson came in to ask for help from Howard. While they were talking, Wanda had fell asleep on the couch. And she had woke up due the terrible dream.

Howard sat near her holding her arm. Coulson brought her some water. She accepted it with a thanks. Howard looked her, “Bad dream?”

She nodded. “It felt very real.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“No, it’s not much. Pietro was in danger. I freaked out and got up.”

Coulson’s phone rang cutting off Wanda. Coulson excused himself as he attended the call. Wanda was vaguely able to hear what the person on other side of line was talking. She heard her brother’s name and her ears perked up. Her mind connected the dots. Coulson hung up the phone and looked at the them.

“I have to leave. I need to attend to certain issue.”

“Wait. Is it concerning Pietro?”

“How- no”

“I heard his name. Is he in danger?”

“It’s nothing.” Coulson walked away.

“I’m coming with you” she said as she tagged along with him. Howard was confused but followed them out of the lab.

“Wanda, listen to me. This isn’t a joke. You stay here. It’s not safe for you to come along.” he said stepping into the elevator.

“What is happening?” asked Howard.

“It’s classified” said Coulson as he stepped into the elevator.

“I am sure it concerns Pietro. I want to know what this is about.” Wanda said. She slid into the elevator before it closed and Howard followed her promptly.

“Is he in danger because of Stane?”

Coulson froze but he maintained a straight face as he turned to her.

“I saw it. In my dream. He is in Staten Island” she stated before Coulson could get out the question.

The three stepped out of the elevator and ran towards the car.

“Howard, stay here.”

“No way. I’m coming with you.”

“No time for discussion. Get in the car, both of you.”

“Can we reach there in time?” Wanda asked.

“Don’t underestimate Lola” His eyes had a small sparkle as he mentioned his car.

…..

Natasha pulled the car over. She took couple bottles of beer from the cooler in the back seat.

“It’s too early in the hunt to start drinking.”

“I don’t care” she simply said. She opened the bottle and took a sip.

“Nat, you know something. Since your trip to Budapest you aren’t acting like yourself. Anything you want to tell me?”

Natasha sipped her drink. She closed her eyes and let the bitter drink wash down her throat. They sat in silence for some time. Natasha looked at Steve. She took her bag from the back seat and handed a folder to Steve.

“Tony is being framed-”

Natasha's electronic badge in her pocket beeped interrupting her. She fished it out; saw the location coordinates and an ask for backup. She noticed that she was the only one near the location.

“What do you mean?”

“Later” she said as she turned the ignition. The car came to life. She pressed down on the gas pedal and sped off down the road towards the location.

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Avengers: Inevitable (Part 3)

Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (and Steve Rogers x Reader)

Part 2 is HERE. Part 4 is HERE. Series Masterlist.

You were walking to Olive’s, hand holding tightly onto your journal and scrapped notes. You weren’t sure if Steve would even end up showing and you were even running a little late. It was five minutes until 2 o’clock and you were trying your best to pick up the pace. It took you awhile to even make it out of bed or even gather the courage to grab your journal. On a limb, You decided to show Steve your journal and hopefully get some incite, but you knew things probably wouldn’t go your way.

Virginia even questioned if that was the right thing to do. She knew that you and Steve weren’t even on the same page yet after not talking for a long time and he might not be supportive of this whole ordeal. But, you knew Steve and a lot of his decisions were targeted towards his love for others. Since he still loved you, he might support you like he always had before.

You finally made it to Olive’s, which was a quaint coffee shop in New York that you both loved to visit. The baristas knew your orders better than you both did. To be honest, you were hoping for Steve to not be there so that you could turn back around and keep the journal to yourself. It surprised you to see two cups of coffee on the table as he faced away from the door. He didn’t even look up when the door closed. Steve was too busy scratching the back of his neck, which you knew he did when he was visibly nervous.

He finally looked up when you placed your journal gently on the table. “Hey, b-Y/N.” He stood up, kissing you on the cheek which had your heart leaping. Steve motioned to the seat where an untouched cup was still on the table. You sat down, sighing and not knowing how to begin this conversation.

“I ordered your favorite,” he noted, pointing to the cup. “I didn’t even have to remind them of your order.”

“Yeah, I came here a few times after everything,” you mumbled. Steve looked up at you as you finally gulped down your coffee, noting that it wasn’t even hot. It was warm, which just meant that Steve had definitely gotten here early.

“What’s that?” he questioned and pointed to your beaten up journal. He almost reached out for it, but he noticed how protective you were of it.

A few moments passed before you finally had enough courage to bring up why you brought the damned thing. “I...I started writing in this awhile ago. I guess I brought it here for a reason.” You pushed the journal towards Steve, watching as he eyed you one last time for confirmation that he could open it. You nodded and he noted the lists crossed out, but the title on the first page still in print. “I don’t have anything to get him back besides the ideas that float around my head every day that I wake up.” Steve didn’t say anything, still flipping through multiple pages and biting his lip. “Steve, say something.”

He sighed, “I don’t think you would like what I have to say.”

You looked down, clasping your hands together. “Somehow I knew you would say that.”

“It’s not because I don’t want him back either, Y/N. It’s because we should be done with the past and live in this future.”

“Says the man who went back in the past to say goodbye to a woman he still loves,” you scoff.

“I said goodbye because I wanted her to focus on her future, too. I can’t change the past.” He finally closed the journal. “I want us to focus on our future together.” Tears started streaming down your face and a lump started forming in your throat. It was hard to keep your loud sob from escaping your mouth, which had a few other people in the shop looking your way in concern. You wiped a few tears and Steve reached over, grabbing your trembling hand. “I love you, okay? I want to build an amazing family with you and be with you until the day I die. I just hope that’s what you want in your future, too.”

You shake your head, letting a few more tears fall. “I love you, too, but I can’t even imagine a life without my dad,” you finally choked out.

Steve sat there and then grabbed your wrist gently to stand you up, grasping your journal, too. He pulled you out of Olive’s and down a little more from the shop until you ended up at a close park. It took your eyes to adjust to the bright sun to notice the park that you both stood at. It was a park that you and Steve knew fondly and Steve smiled.

“Remember this?” he asked, grabbing your hand and kissing it lightly. You nodded and he grinned lightly. “I came here so many times when you left, hoping you would be here. And every day, I came with something in my back pocket.”

He handed you your journal and then reached out into his back pocket, pulling out a small black box. Your eyes widened as you held onto your journal tighter. “I built up so much courage that when I finally saw you, I would ask you to marry me if you didn’t move on,” he said and chuckled to himself. “And now I know.”

You stared at him, wondering where this was possibly going. Your hands trembled from nervousness because he always had a way of making your nervous, even after years of loving him.

He began again, placing the box back into his back pocket. “Not everyone needs a ring to mark their love for each other, because we do it by our actions. But someday I would like to put it to some good use so it doesn’t keep burning a whole in my back pocket.” Steve grabbed your hand and stared down at you. “I’m going to try and help you bring back Tony.”

***

“There is a brain a lot larger than ours that we could really use if we want to make this work,” Steve stated, standing in the same room as you and Virginia.

Not once did you think you would be in this predicament. Every idea that you had scratched out in your journal was now actually being considered with Steve and Virginia. It was the first day that he had met her and he got a big set of news. Steve was surprised when he learned that Virginia was enhanced. Although, you didn’t tell him that you once fought as vigilantes together for a short time.

“Who’s Bruce?” Virginia asked, throwing a potato chip into her mouth on the couch.

“No, Steve. Everyone back at the compound would never approve of this.”

“The only reason why you haven’t been successful, is because you haven’t had the resources or intel to be it,” Steve said. “We thought Bruce wouldn’t want to help out getting everyone back before, and he did it.”

You shook your head and listened to the sounds of Virginia continuously munching on her chips. “Once again, who’s Bruce?”

“He’s the Hulk.”

“Oh shit!” Virginia exclaimed, popping up from the chair. “Although Captain America is great, the Hulk has you beat.”

“Alright, moving on,” you groaned, running your hands down your face. “If you honestly believe Bruce would approve of this, then let’s bring the idea to him. But, don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

And that is how you ended up at the compound that you once called home, too. It was weird driving towards what could possibly be a complete failure. Virginia was hyper to see where you both once used to stay. You knew Bruce was one of the few who ended up continuing to stay in the compound, for a reason you didn’t know.

It made you chuckle a bit when the first person you saw was Bruce outside, smiling widely. You opened the door and Bruce jogged up to you, feet pounding on the concrete. He wrapped his arms around you and spinned out of excitement. “Hey, Y/N, it’s been so long!”

He finally set you down and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you to check to make sure you were real. “Yeah, it has,” you chuckled and patted him on his arm. “Let me guess, F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted you that we were arriving.”

“Oh, no, Steve’s car is just loud.” He grinned and Steve came up on your side, giving Bruce a quick handshake. “Hey, Cap!”

Virginia came up, too, gawking at the man who stood in front of her. She wasn’t that shocked to see Steve when he came into their living room, especially because she heard about him for a long time from you. Bruce eventually noticed the gawking woman and offered a handshake. “Oh my God, it’s so nice to meet you.” She pulled his hand in, giving a strong shake which had Bruce wincing in pain. You forgot to tell him that she was enhanced.

“She’s a big fan,” you said, smiling at how Bruce stared at her in shock. He nodded and lead them into the compound and you noticed a few changes around. His arm was still wrapped up from when he snapped his fingers, too, but he looked great, nonetheless. Bruce was in such a happy mood, but you still weren’t sure how this would go. 

He sat down at an unoccupied table, bouncing a little heavy. “We have a lot to catch up on.”

“Yeah, we do,” you grinned sitting down as Steve placed down your journal, immediately getting to the point. You were about to cut him off, but Steve was too quick. 

Bruce sighed and rolled his eyes. “How did I know?” He leaned his arm on the table. “The only time you guys want me is when you need help.”

You began to shake your head, placing your hand down lightly on the journal. “No, I really missed you, Bruce. Like, a lot. I was hoping we could catch up before Steve laid down the bomb, but…” you drifted off.

Bruce looked up and finally placed his eyes on the journal in front of him. His eyes instantly read the title on the first page, gulping. “I’m not doing time travel anymore.”

“I told you so,” you muttered and Steve groaned, grabbing the journal from the table.

“Did I tell you that I am a really big fan?” Virginia asked, smiling at Bruce sitting next to her. He smiled back, finally feeling wanted by someone.

“Bruce, this is important,” Steve cut in and tried to stop whatever conversation was about to spark between Virginia and Bruce.

Bruce groaned and stared dead eyed at Steve. “I told you that I’m not doing time travel, anymore. You saw what happened when it was just me and not Tony there. And I only have one more arm to snap and I’m not losing it.”

“Well, now we’ve learned and we can use that with your help,” Steve sighed.

The disappointment in Bruce’s eyes was enough for your answer. He had a lot of sorrow behind them, eyes finally connecting with yours. You knew what he was about to say because it’s what everyone has been telling you since Tony’s death. “Maybe...maybe it’s time to move on, Y/N.”

“You know what, Bruce?” you boasted, leaning towards the man slowly backing away from your wrath. “I’ve been told to move on every day since my dad died. Have you even moved on from Natasha?” Bruce’s eyes widened, knowing that your words definitely cut somewhere deep. You didn’t want to bring her up, but it was hopefully something that would show him that you’re both on the same level of grief. “You told me that when you snapped everyone back, you tried to get Nat back, too. Have you given up on that?”

A silence took over, Bruce taking in each of your words before nodding his head slowly. He stood up from where you all sat and you gulped, wondering what would come next. “You’re right,” he admittedly mumbled. “I haven’t given up. I’ve tried getting Nat back ever since that day.”

“Has it been successful?” Steve inquired and noticed the pained look on one of his closest friends.

Bruce shook his head, finally looking at the three individuals in front of him. “None of them have. None.” You looked over at Steve before dropping your shoulders in disappointment. “Scott came the other day with more Pym Particles, actually.” You perked up instantly, sitting up in your seat and wanting to hear more.

“If we go back in time, how would that affect the future or what has already happened?” Virginia questioned. “I-I know that you want your dad back, but he’s the reason that half of Earth’s population is alive again.”

“Strange did say there was only one way for us to defeat Thanos,” Steve admitted, causing Virginia to raise one of her eyebrows.

“Who’s Strange?”

“Doctor Strange,” you spoke up and she nodded her head, realizing who everyone was speaking about. “There was only one idea I had that was never crossed out.” The three of them looked up at you, everyone’s eyebrows raising wondering what it was. “I swap my life for my dad’s.”

“What? No!” Steve exclaimed and so did everyone else.

You shrugged instantly, wanting to get it off of your chest. “Look, I knew that if I got my hands on some of the Pym Particles, that could be the only idea that worked.”

“Tony would never allow it,” Steve stated, shaking his head. “You do know there is a 2023 you fighting that battle, too?”

“All of you are there,” Virginia spoke. Steve looked visibly frustrated, hands running through his hair, knowing that he wouldn’t allow you to risk your life.

Tony knew what he was getting himself into when he snapped his fingers. He knew that everyone getting the infinity stones and on that battlefield knew the risk of fighting against Thanos again. Steve snatched the journal from the table, walking away.

“Where are you going, Steve?” you asked, standing up from your seat and rushing towards him. When you attempted to grab the journal from him, he turned around with a hard stare on his face.

Steve shook his head quickly, not knowing what to say next. “I didn’t come here for you to sign your life away.”

“Well, there’s a risk to everything,” you admitted and pressed your lips together.

“Tony already took that risk. We’re not doing this.” Before tears started fogging up your vision, you noticed how tears were already reaching Steve’s eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Hot, angry tears suddenly took over. “You fucking promised, Steve.”

“I never promised anything about this, Y/N. Moving on doesn’t involve risking your own self. There’s so many loopholes and I don’t understand any of this time travel stuff. I just wanted you to come to terms with all of this and I’m not going to risk losing you for it.”

You roughly turned around and made it over to the table where Bruce and Virginia still sat. They both looked up at you quickly as you grabbed any of your belongings left on the table and made your way to the door. If this wouldn’t work out with them, you’d find someone else. You wanted your father back for a long time and nothing would hinder that. Even the shouts from Steve, Virginia, and Bruce as you sped off without looking back.

It was time to talk to Strange.

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FFT:no selfies in the bathroom please ; captain america

Notes:

This one got buried deep on my blog too but I truly did enjoy writing for Cap. And I’m probably gonna do one hell of a lot more of it. For now, this is a start.

Summary:

Roxy is on a cruise and it’s not going well at all. A phone conversation with Captain America, however, gives her something to look forward to.

Pairing:

Captain America x OFC, Roxy.

Warnings:

uhhh innuendo, flirting..

“I’m rethinking my decision to go without sunscreen. Holy shit, everything hurts.” Roxy cringed at her sunburnt skin in the mirror. The cell phone pinged and Roxy grabbed it, scanning the text from Natasha.

← How’s Cancun?

← Meet any guys on the cruise?

Roxy bit her lip and dragged a hand through tousled deep golden brown waves. She’d have to worry about her skincare predicament later. She’d gone almost a week with no contact and she knew that Natasha texting was a passive way of her team mate pointing it out, so she figured that rather than risk Fury sending down agents and ruining what was left of her vacation, she’d better just answer.

→ Welp, I’m sunburnt so bad that I don’t even wanna think about clothes, I drank so much rum I tried to go into the wrong cabin and now there’s a storm rolling in for the rest of the week, so.. 5 out of 10. Not too bad, but could’ve gone so much better. How’s the mission going? How’s Captain?

→ Yeah, several married fuckboys. I’ve given up on the stupid mixers they hold on this cruise, it’s pointless… I repeat, how is Captain holding up?

Scrolling through Spotify, Roxy found her favorite hair metal playlist and turned it up as loud as the volume would go to keep the sound of the neighbors hate fucking from echoing through the wall separating the rooms. When Bon Jovi barely covered the moans and growls and bed creaking, Roxy glared at the wall, flipping it off before stepping close.

“Can you two knock it the entire fuck off? Some of us are trying to take a nap before the next call to port.”

“Jealous much?” the muffled reply came through and Roxy rolled her eyes, sticking her finger down her throat as she pretended to gag while muttering to herself, “Not likely.”

Which was, of course, a total lie. Because hell yes, she was jealous. Very jealous. Insanely jealous.

…. If you’d stop being a little bitch and just make a move already…. Who knows? You two might have even gotten together and maybe you’d be getting your own action right now that’s not battery operated….

….Steve isn’t that kind of guy…. But at least you wouldn’t be alone on this damned cruise….

–

“Did you hear anything?”

The question had Natasha smirking to herself through a curtain of vibrant red hair. She knew telling Roxy total radio silence from the team for a while might be a good thing and if her suspicions were right, Cap’s tone held just the slightest hint of concern. Natasha finally pulled herself out of the text conversation that she was having with Roxy and looked up at the man, giving a shrug as she responded “Maybe?”

“Well?” Steve’s hand raised, slowly dragging through shaggy hair. Shaggier than he’d ever worn it before, but he refrained from cutting it mostly because he was too lazy and too picky. And maybe the new team member Roxy had something to do with it, the way she was always playing with it, his mind was quick to add but he shoved out the thought before it could fully form.

That would be too weird. Despite outward appearances and overall physical health suggesting otherwise, Steve kept circling back to one simple fact. He was old enough to be Roxy Davenport’s grandpa.

He lowered himself into the seat next to Natasha and before Natasha could move her phone out of sight, he caught sight of the screen.

Of Roxy in a bikini that was… Definitely daring. Left very little to the imagination. Natasha smirked triumphantly at the fact that he was gaping like an ass and after closing the screen out, she shrugged. “She hates the cruise. First the airport lost her luggage, so she had to buy clothes. Then she spent all night above deck at one of those mixers and apparently drank so much rum she wandered into the wrong cabin below deck. Then at the last port, she got propositioned by some really questionable looking local man. And now, she apparently fell asleep sunbathing and according to her, becoming a nudist is looking appealing.”

“Yeah.. The sunburn..” Steve was still trying to make words form properly and with a cough he finished, “It looked really bad. Didn’t she have any sunscreen?”

“Yeah. Here. In the bathroom on our wing. She forgot to pack it.”

Steve shook his head, clucking his tongue as he did so. “I told her a thousand times to pack it.”

Natasha’s cell phone started to ring and as soon as she saw Roxy’s contact information and photo on the screen, she passed it off to Steve and left the room.

Staying hidden outside the door, of course. Maybe if she forced them to talk they actually would. And they’d get along just like she felt they would.

They both needed someone, and they both felt something.. Steve was just more reluctant to show it than Roxy.

–

“Steve?” the reception was bad. The storm was starting to roll in and due to the water being a little choppy, they were currently docking at some island port to ride out the storm before going any further. Roxy stood on her bed, peering out the porthole window. “Where’s Nat?”

“Nat handed me the phone and left.” Steve shifted around in his seat, trying to will away the image of her in black fabric scraps. But he couldn’t. “Do you send all your friends personal pictures?”

“Huh?”

… way to go, Steve… way to make it awkward… Steve took a deep breath and shifted around in his seat some more, grabbing for the remote on the table in front of him. “Nevermind, I… That wasn’t my business.”

Roxy gave a soft laugh but eyed the phone with a raised brow. He almost sounded a little… Bothered… by the picture she’d sent Natasha so Nat could see her sunburn and how severe it was.

No, Roxy thought to herself, that cannot be it. There’s no way plain ol’ me has worked Captain freakin America up, nope.

It didn’t stop her from hoping that maybe she had though.

“Honestly, that picture wasn’t that bad. The stupid swimsuit didn’t fit but like… There’s worse on my Instagram, trust me.”

“Define worse.” Steve couldn’t help the way it just came out. He bit his lip as he tried not to say anything else. If he opened his mouth one more time, he was almost 100 percent sure that the way he felt -and how jealous it made him sometimes whenever Starlord or Thor flirted with her and she seemed to flirt right back, that was all gonna come tumbling out before he could stop it.

“You’ve seen it. You’re following my Instagram.” Roxy stifled a soft giggle. On his end, Steve took a deep breath and tried to go back in his mind, tried to remember what Instagram was and how he’d wound up following her. It hit him then.. Tony. Tony made him an Instagram and he’d followed everyone he worked with on Instagram. After the first few days, the novelty wore off and he rarely looked at it now.

Curiosity got the best of him, so while he was talking on Natasha’s phone, he took his own out of his pocket, going to the app. Going to her page and when he did, he coughed and swore to himself.

Roxy heard him mutter a quiet and almost growled “Fuck” under his breath and she raised a brow. “Everything okay there, Cap?”

“Everything is..” but he couldn’t get any words to come because his eyes were glued to her Instagram profile, snickering softly to himself when he hit play on a video she posted the night before, her singing karaoke to some song he’d heard her listening to a time or two.

“Yeah?” Roxy muttered, wondering what the hell was up with Steve. This was the most he’d said to her since the last mission they went out on together. The one where they had to act as husband and wife and maybe things got a little… Tense when they were in closed quarters.

… you walked in on him after he showered and then he accidentally grabbed your tits trying to secure the wire…

“Fine.” Steve finally managed to answer, letting out a shaky breath and continuing to scroll. That bikini made it’s first appearance further down the timeline. He tugged at the collar of his fitted white tee and took a deep breath.

“You sure? You sound like you’re not feelin well, Captain.”

“I’m fine. Just.. Hot. Yeah, it’s hot here.” Steve was partially telling the truth. “Have you done anything about the sun burn?”

“Ice bath.”

…. But the sunburn wasn’t the only reason I needed it, thanks a lot Tasha, posting a video of you sparring, sir….  The thought came quickly and Roxy tried to shove it out.

But even now, all she could see was him sparring with one of the rookies.. Or doing push ups, shirtless.

It was burned into her brain.

“That’s all? You need some aloe or somethin on that, doll. Because from that picture you sent Nat… You don’t look good at all.”

… way to go, Steve, there’s absolutely no way you could screw this up worse if you tried… you know what you’re doing, act like it…

“Gee, thanks.” Roxy pouted.

“I don’t mean like that, you look damn good, just.. The burn not so much.”

Roxy felt herself getting flustered. Everything about the tone and the phrasing… Was he flirting with her?

“Well, see, therein lies a problem, Captain. I kind of can’t reach the majority of the worst spots. And there’s no way I’m going to ask someone to rub aloe all over me.”

… unless it’s you, of course…

“If it’s still that bad when you get back I.. I mean if you need someone to rub…” Steve palmed his face, took a deep breath and finally managed to say it calmly and with a straight face, “I’ll do it.”

Roxy’s thighs tightened at the way he said it and the mental images it filled her mind with. “Oh you will, hmm?” her voice dropped a little and she bit her lip, suddenly fidgety. She settled down on the bed, trying to find some level of comfort against badly sunburnt skin. Oh god, I bet his hands would feel so fucking good against my skin… And that mouth.. He must have said something while she was on her little distracted mental tangent, because he said her name again.

“Yeah?”

“I was saying I’d do it.” Steve answered, trying to work up the nerve required to just go for it. Finally, he managed to do so. “Are you sure it’s a good idea posting those pictures you post?”

… so he’s looking at it now.. Interesting.. The thought came and Roxy gave a soft laugh, rolling onto her stomach and immediately regretting it when the thin blanket felt like prickly like a cactus instead of soft like it had before she’d gotten her sunburn. “Nobody really notices, I mean.. It’s a way to keep in touch with friends and stuff, let people see what I’m doing.”

Steve coughed a little, eyes scrolling through the comments on the black bikini pic. His breath hitched in his throat and he blurted out before he could stop himself, “I didn’t know you had a tattoo.”

“Yeah, it’s itty bitty. I lost a dare. Otherwise, I’d never have gotten it.” Roxy muttered, scrolling through her messages. “Are you sure you’re okay, Captain? You sound a little out of it.”

“I’m fine. Just tired.”

“Yeah, I saw you sparring with the new guy. Looked pretty intense.” - her giggle really did something to him, he clenched his fists and unclenched them, standing up. Maybe if he moved around, he could get rid of the situation currently on the rise.

… I had a good reason too, Steve thought to himself as he chuckled quietly and stretched, catching sight of the time. “You did, huh?”

“I did. It was… Interesting.”

“Oh?” Steve asked as he moved towards the kitchen and grabbed himself a bottled water, drinking down half.

“Yeah. Ya know, I had quite the view myself.”

Roxy wanted to punch herself in the throat as soon as she said it, but it was out, no sense in covering it up. Steve coughed a little and chuckled again quietly. She sounded flustered. No, he didn’t dare get his hopes up.  “Oh really now?”

Roxy took a deep breath. Now she could feel her face heating up and she could only imagine those baby blue eyes of his fixing on her.. That little smirk on his face and the way he rubbed his chin when in thought. She closed her eyes and imagined it almost perfectly, Steve wandering around the main room in the tower because he couldn’t ever really sit still when he had to have a phone conversation she’d noticed. Stretching his arms and the way the muscles would stand out as a result.

“Shit.” she gasped as she squirmed slightly and the thin blanket on her bed rubbed right against sunburnt flesh. Steve muttered quietly, “Language.” and Roxy retorted with a soft laugh, “Oh trust me.. If you were burnt like I am, you wouldn’t care about language.”

“I still can’t believe you forgot your sunscreen.”

“Me either.” Roxy groaned, lightly hitting her head against the mattress as she sighed and pulled herself up, sliding off the bed. “I think I packed some cooling gel though.” she rummaged through her suitcase. The neighbors were at it again, fighting as foreplay. She rolled her eyes at the wall and it must have been loud enough for Steve to hear because he asked what was going on.

“My neighbors have a makeup sex kink, apparently. They’re either fighting or going at it like rabbits.” she stopped by the wall separating the two rooms and banged loudly, “And I really wish they’d knock it the hell off so maybe I could get a little sleep.”

Steve snickered and coughed. Because naturally, given the current conversation and the fact that he felt like Roxy was definitely flirting with him and now he was attempting to do the same back, it was so much easier with the phone between them, his own mind went down an interesting path and he could imagine himself there with her.. Rubbing the aloe into her skin. Trailing his hands over curves. Pressing his chest against her back and laughing, giving her some kind of smooth remark about her ability to fall asleep practically anywhere and stay asleep not doing her any favors this time. Holding her as they drifted off to sleep.

“If you’re not havin any fun by yourself doll, why go on the cruise alone?”

“My grandma bought me tickets to this damn thing and I love my grandma, so I was not about to turn this down. She wanted me to come on here and meet someone like she did a long time ago.. But like..” Roxy laughed and Steve took another long sip of water, waiting on her to finish her sentence. Which she never did.

Steve wasn’t about to bring it up, either. But he did find himself wondering what she might have been about to say.

“Hey, Captain?”

“Yeah?” he took a deep breath.

“If you really wanna apply my aloe when I’m back at the tower, I won’t object.” almost the second Roxy let it slip out, she was instantly on pins and needles. Maybe she’d said it because she was lonely and she wished she wasn’t on the cruise by herself. Maybe she said it because she’d held in her feelings entirely too long. Maybe being on the cruise and having distance between them via a phone line made her entirely too brave. She took a deep breath and started to speak up and say it was silly, but to her surprise, Steve spoke up first.

“You won’t, huh? Well, see..” Steve wandered back over to the kitchen area, grabbing himself another bottled water. He was trying to make one last ditch effort not to say what he’d been holding back for so long, but he just couldn’t anymore. He took a deep breath, uncapping his water and drinking a little and then he continued to speak, “ The problem with this doll is that I don’t know I’d be able to just stop at rubbin aloe all over your burn.”

Out in the hallway, Natasha overheard and nearly choked on a cough. She stepped away from the door, pumping her fist in victory. It was taking everything in the woman not to burst in and tell him that she knew he had a thing for Roxy.

Steve wanted to kick himself, but then he heard her give this sexy little quiet whimper and it only pushed things a little further. “You’re a flirt.”

Roxy’s breath caught in her throat and she gave a soft laugh to cover the fact. “Yeah? And?” while she panicked internally.. Was he catching on to her subtly -and not so subtly flirting with him for months?

“Yeah. And sometimes,” Steve debated heavily on what he was going to say next, ultimately just going for it. Laying it all out there just seemed to be a good idea. “I mean, don’t get me wrong doll, I absolutely love it when you’re flirting with me. Others? Not so much..”

Roxy twisted a strand of hair around her fingertip as she mulled over what he seemed to be dancing around saying. She chose to play coy, asking instead, “ How’s this pertain to you rubbing me down, Captain?”

Steve caught the slight teasing tone to her voice and he rubbed his chin, took a bigger sip of water and then after about two seconds of contemplating it, he went for it, “It pertains because since I know I wouldn’t be able to stop with just covering your sunburns in aloe, doll… You’re gonna have to stop flirting with the other guys. Because I’m not really into sharing.”

Roxy did it again, that little whimper. If he could see her right now, she’d be as good as fucked, she was almost certain because she was fidgety and blushing all over beneath the sun burn, biting her lips and almost squirming where she stood, peering out the porthole window.

“What if I told you a little secret, Captain?”

“Oh? What’s that, baby doll?”

“I only flirt with them because you don’t seem to take hints well. So maybe I do it in the hopes that you’ll say somethin?”

Steve bit back a groan, leaning against the fridge as he chuckled quietly, dragged his fingers through his hair again. Suddenly it all made sense and he realized that apparently, Tony, Thor and Natasha were way more perceptive than he apparently was, because they’d all been telling him this for a month now and he refused to listen.

It felt freeing, laying it all out there, finally.

“In that case..” Steve’s breath caught in his throat and he went quiet as Natasha’s phone chirped, indicating low battery. “I’m gonna call you back on my phone.”

Roxy bit her lip and probably a little too quickly, she answered, “Yeah, do that. I really want to continue this conversation, Steve.”

“So do I, doll.” Steve muttered, grinning like an idiot as he hung up…

#captain america fanfiction #captain america fanfic #captain america fic #captain america oneshot #captain america imagine #// this was cute.

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Pals don’t suck each other’s dicks

Stucky smut

Summary:  It’s the 1940’s and Steve Rogers’ pants grow tight for his best pal Bucky.

Word count: 3354

A/N: ok this one’s literally a part of my soul please enjoy

He knew. For God’s sake, he knew. And there wasn’t much I could do about it except get my pants all wet while I was dreaming, fantasize about him kissing me and telling me things I had never known I wanted any person to tell me; funny how the mind works when no one can peek through your impure thoughts.

The absolute worst part was the lack of reciprocation. Bucky knew I longed for him but had never actually confirmed it to me, leaving me with the clear and undirected answer that he was not interested, perhaps even disgusted. Who wouldn’t be? Bucky liked girls. He dated pretty ladies and tried to get me to date them, never talking about my suspicions, never clarifying if he pretended to be clueless or in fact wasn’t aware of my hots for him. I knew it was the first option, though.

My feet were dangling off the one high stool we kept near the kitchen counter -our pockets far too empty to redecorate our apartment whatsoever- when it started to happen. My throat had begun shutting down a little a minute before, when I was picking up the coffee beans I had spilled all over the floor, after the odor and effort to clean up before Bucky saw what a mess I was. I hated when he had to help me reach the top shelf, even if it meant I ended screwing up like this.

As I tried to compose myself, I regretted the decision to climb on that stool. My breath was already caught up in my throat; doing any sort of effort to sit and calm down now sounded like the biggest oxymoron I’d played, played by the biggest moron in history, yours truly. However those self-deprecating thoughts began to matter way less when I started coughing, my elbows holding me in place by keeping my weight on the counter.

I heard footsteps when the coughing got worse.

“You okay, pal?” Bucky asked, failing to conceal the worry in his voice.

I nodded, however my choked up asthma attack saying the exact opposite. I could feel the heat radiating from my face and guessed the excessive coughing was turning me bright red, which made it so obvious when Bucky walked up to me with concern plastered in his eyes. He was wearing nothing but his briefs and under tank top and had walked out from the bathroom, meaning he had come running in the middle of getting dressed. I felt like a burden when he did those things.

“I’m…” I attempted to get the words out properly but was immediately stopped by the need to take a big, very shaky, puff of air. “…fine.”

Difficult to buy.

I decided I’d try to help myself out of that situation, no need from him, practically naked in front of me, yet the second I tried to get off that stool, I failed to get a grasp on myself and fell, and would have gone face-first to the floor if Bucky hadn’t caught me in his arms.

“Come on.” He helped me sit on the floor, head resting on the counter and him kneeling down in front of me. “Look at me, don’t move. Deep breaths.”

I did what he asked. How could I not? When he stared at me with those penetrating clear eyes, calming me down with one hand on my shoulder to give me support. I took big, complicated breaths and shut my eyes.

“Do you need the injection?” He asked.

I shook my head, still not looking at him. “I’m… better.” I said truthfully, but wheezing still hearable in my lungs.

He waited for it to stop, for my coughing to diminish until it didn’t exist, for my breath to catch up, my throat to expand to its regular size. It took a few long minutes, but he waited.

-

“You don’t have to.” I insisted.

The sun had fully set and my small room was feeling smaller with him in it. When he moved in with me, Bucky forced me to take my parent’s room in order for him to take my own; he said I should take the bigger room and needed to sleep on their bed until it wasn’t theirs anymore, until it became mine and I forgot I had any reminiscence of grief attached to simple objects.

Indeed, it was my bed. But tonight it was his as well, for he informed me he’d be keeping an eye on me that night and I had no say in it whatsoever. He knew my asthma came in days; some days were good, some were bad, and therefore worried that I might relapse during my sleep.

“I told you, I wanna make sure you’re okay.” Bucky said, not facing me as he got rid of his shirt.

My dirty, soul-less thoughts came back, ogling him and his stiff back, almost glistening muscles with the contrast of the dim lights outside and dark room. I was already under the covers, just staring at him get undressed and climb on my bed as if trying to torture me on purpose.

“I am okay.” I mumbled.

I was lying. I was absolutely not okay with him shirtless and almost naked right on the other side of the mattress, inches away from me and sharing my covers. He turned his back on me and accommodated himself without even a slight look.

“Good night, Steve.” He chanted, ending the conversation.

The night went on dangerously slow. Bucky blacked out quickly, leaving me to wonder around in bed, eventually staring at him rise his chest up and down. Sleep had flipped his body where he was face up at the ceiling, and I did my best to keep the same posture until I found myself laying on my side, contemplating him and unable to shift my eyes off of his features. I wished I could just turn on the lights to get a better look.

It wasn’t fair. He had to tell me if he knew about my feelings or not. It wasn’t fair that he took care of me and made me breakfast and calmed me down when I had an asthma attack but didn’t have the courage to just end my misery by just saying I know and don’t feel the same way, forget about it and move on or maybe I know and feel the same way or even I didn’t know, now I do. It wasn’t too hard. Except for the fact I might make our living situation awkward, he could feel disgusted by me… perhaps he already was and it killed me not to know.

The more I stared at him the more my stomach twisted. I imagined him sleeping like that every night with me, holding me in his arms, kissing me passionately in the morning, caressing my body…

“Damn you, Buck.” I let out in the smallest whisper.

I could sense my briefs get tighter, nothing to do about it. I couldn’t just take care of it right next to him, that was unimaginable. But, God, did I want him to take care of it. Peacefully on his back, breathing regularly through his nose, his perfect chin taking the foreground in the beauty of his face, naked chest inviting me to rest my hands on it…

I couldn’t do this anymore. I took one big breath of courage and proceeded to shift closer to his body, to the point where our legs touched and his face was inches away from mine. I could just lower my head and kiss him. The free hand that wasn’t holding me up went to his cheek and held his clean shaven face for dear life. I kissed his jaw a few times and seconds later, he moved under my touch.

“Huh?” He questioned, not entirely sure if he was dreaming or not.

He was confused as to why I was doing that, but wasn’t flinching. I stopped to lock our eyes.

“Steve.” He let out, not as confused nor sleepy.

My only response was to trail my palm down to his exposed chest, ready for him to give me a proper answer.

“What are you doing?”

His voice was low and hoarse, yet there was no discomfort detectable in it. Perhaps I wasn’t so mistaken.

“Can you just… go with it?” I pleaded, whispering like someone might catch us sinning in the apartment no one else lived at; after bowing down closer to him, I added a clarification. “Unless you don’t want this.”

He didn’t say a word. He didn’t look upset, but he wasn’t giving me one of his classic smirks that drove me mad either. However by the look of his parted lips and expectant eyes, he was waiting for me to close that gap. I did, pressing my lips against his, delicately, my hand shifting back up at his cheek. And he kissed me back. I swear on any grave, he kissed me back.

I moved my hips on top of his, unable to make this slow or make him wait for it. I couldn’t wait for it. I’m sure I seemed so needy it was pathetic, but all I could care about at that moment was his gaze on me as I pulled my top over my head, like he was curious about my next step. I returned my lips to his as I straddled him with my hips, and he could obviously feel my hard-on and yet didn’t say a word. He merely slipped his tongue into my mouth, placed his hands on my hip and let me do the rest of the work. A few seconds in, I felt him grow bigger beneath his briefs.

As I rocked back and forth with my lips and hips, our breaths became heavier. I was pleasuring Bucky all the while pleasuring myself with him, and that thought alone could have made my heart stop. The sounds of his panting and groaning into my mouth was all I had ever wanted and more.

“I wasn’t sure.” He sighed out when I detached our lips to kiss his neck. “… I thought… but I wasn’t…”

He was unable to finish his sentence as I sucked in sensitive skin and probably left a mark on his neck. Continuingly and taking advantage of our silence, I began lowering my position, and even though Bucky was surprised, he didn’t hesitate to help me by throwing the covers away.

I kissed his abdomen, making it flex. “Tell me if not doing it right.” I informed him, excitement building up in my stomach just as much as it visibly did in his.

As I slid the fabric down, his erection popped up in front of my face, turning it into everything I could concentrate on. I justifiably hesitated no longer to take a hold of his member and wet my lips to wrap them around. All I was able to do was exactly what I would like to have done to me, licking his swollen tip before bobbing down with my whole mouth.

Another bob down and Bucky was shivering.

“Holy-“ He tried to muffle a moan that was tempting to escape his throat. “Shit, Steve.”

I took it off my mouth slowly, beginning to pump with my right hand as I kissed his hipbone. He was shutting his eyes tightly, his limbs still and somewhat at shock, except for his hips which were bucking up every once in a while as he panted.

“Tell me what you want.” I asked him dearly.

Bucky proceeded to rest his weigh on his elbows so that he could see me. He swallowed hard before responding. “I want… your mouth.”

It appeared as if he were no longer expecting what I was planning to do, he wasn’t taken aback but actually was about to engage in the decision-making. I started to lick him up and down, earning a few groans and satisfaction noises here and there, then taking his full-length to the point where I almost made myself gag.

“Sh- Fuck, just like that.” He stuttered, tongue rolling out like he was tipsy on rum.

However I couldn’t help but keep wanting to hear his desires. “Do you like it?” I genuinely asked, wishing I didn’t come off as a creep or anything.

He let out a sigh of laughter, still not opening his eyes. “I love it. Don’t stop.”

I kept going for a while, taking in every piece of information he gave me through moans and hitching breath, using it as guidance to do exactly what he wanted; however it came a time where I couldn’t contain myself any longer, and needed to have done to me what I wanted, instead.

“Buck?” I asked, crawling up his body slowly until I reached his face; I gathered up the last piece of bravery I had remaining in order to ask the following question. “Can you touch me?”

He smirked up at me and grabbed the back of my neck strongly, puling me down to kiss me with lust and power and determination. “I can do much more than that, Doll.”

This time he didn’t merely contribute to the decision-making; he began taking full control over it. And I let him, because I had fantasized about him doing exactly that to me so many nights. His arms were quick to flip me on my side to the bed, leaving us in a position where I had my back to him and he was holding me from behind, pressing his boner on my bum. He started kissing my neck roughly.

“Take ‘em off.” He demanded me in a gentle voice, motioning to my briefs.

I complied, needy for him to stroke me to oblivion. That was exactly what he did, leaving painful hickeys on my sensitive skin while his hand moved slowly, but his grip was tight. I let out big puffs of air, concealing my need to whimper under his palms until I couldn’t anymore, and I had to bite my lip and stiffen my jaw, helplessly and involuntarily letting out moans.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, dirty Brooklyn accent breaking in, turning the you’s into ya’s, adding to the whole Bucky effect.

I didn’t even have time to be taken aback by his offer, for the idea was so tempting I suddenly felt like I would die if Bucky didn’t fuck me. I nodded profusely, still biting down on my lip and choking out moans.

His voice now rang closer to my ear, wet mouth grazing my skin and sending shivers down my spine. “Can you say it, pal? Say you want me to.”

Apparently, he was feeling the same thing as I was; the scene being so unrealistic that I needed constant validation that this was in fact, not a dream, and that Bucky actually wanted these things done to him or by him.

I swallowed hard and let out a deep, guttural sound when his teeth sank into my neck. “Fuck, please, I want you to fuck me.”

He chuckled and let go of his pleasuring grip to run his hand down my thigh, leading it behind me and caressing my bum. I would have complained at the lack of stimulation but before I could, his fingers were opening me up, preparing my entrance. I felt the excitement on every inch of my body and the pulsating pleasure from my core to my spine.

“That’s a filthy mouth, pal.” He said, ironically.

Not only because he had the filthiest mouth I had ever heard talk, but also because pals don’t suck each other’s dicks.

When I felt I was ready, I turned my face around in the most extent position my neck allowed me until he hovered over me and kissed my lips. It gave him room to flip me over anywhere he wanted, but he decided to push me back stomach-first onto the mattress, where he had full access to my back.

He sighed a sound of pure, wicked satisfaction when his fingers ran down my back and my head was pressed against the pillow, face turned on its side so I wouldn’t suffocate. Although I was about to suffocate in more ways than choking. He did that to me, take my breath away like he was some biblical tornado around me cutting off my air supply.

“Come on, Buck.” I insisted he’d go on with it.

He lowered to my back and chuckled before kissing it. Continuingly, my hips were raised by his steady hands. Steadiest hands I’d ever met, and I wished them all over my body. No other questions asked, nor needed being asked, I felt pressure applied to my entrance, then his length sliding inside slowly. I dug my fingers into the pillow and let out any noise of release, pleasure or anything that needed to be expressed at that moment. When we were both comfortable, he thrust into me a few times.

“Fuck, fuck…”

I couldn’t contain anything anymore. He was fucking me and holding my hips in place and caressing my back up and down all the while moaning himself. A few minutes in and my moans became whimpers and I was pleading for something I didn’t even know myself. Sometimes I’d hear Bucky laugh at my incoherence in between his own satisfaction.

“Stevie…” he moaned out, thrusting in harder to please himself. “You’re handling it like a champ, you know?”

If I would have been able to roll my eyes at that moment, I would have. All I could do was sweat and pant and cry out.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up…” I scolded him at the same rhythm of his thrusts.

All of a sudden, his hands were pulling at the crook of my neck, forcing me up where I could barely hold my own weight with my palms against the bedframe, both on our knees. It made the angle much more pressed onto.

I bet if he had been able to shoot a funny comeback, he would have, but by the feeling of his hand clumsily grabbing my neck, then my jaw and holding onto it with shaky fingers, I knew that wasn’t the case. His jitter and stupid hand eventually decided to just hold onto my hair, pulling at it. And God knew how much I enjoyed the tug.

I didn’t let him know when I was close, yet I’m certain he could tell, for I started shaking and didn’t know if I was cursing out Buck or Fuck or just incoherent babbling. He went in faster to accentuate the feeling right before the pressure on my lower stomach released and the sensation of full ecstasy flooded my body. I spurred and leaked everywhere on the sheets and pillow before Buck started to really go at it.

His grip on my hair became more painful and his thrusts sloppier and harder until, right before he started to make me sore, I felt the warmth inside me indicating his orgasm, and he let out a loud sigh.

His breath was hectic, recovering from it all. “God, Stevie. How-?” he couldn’t even finish his own sentence, the amount of data around and inside of him being far too much to process a coherent sentence. “Fuck.”

He helped me up so that my back was pressed against his stomach, his cock slipping off of me while he kissed my shoulder blades and our sweat mixed with each other’s.

“How long have you…?” Bucky’s hand trailed to my chest to hold me in place.

He kept on panting in my ear and biting on my neck and earlobe. I kept my eyes closed, still riding off.

“Quite some time, actually.” I said between breaths. “I never thought you’d actually want to do this.”

His bite became deeper at the sound of that, then detaching to speak directly to the side of my face. “You stupid punk.” He mocked me with a low chuckle. “I’m never gonna stop doing this.”

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- THE ARCHER -

Bucky x Reader/ The Winter Soldier x Reader

Summary: A “therapy” session with Bruce and Wanda gets cuts short when a portal opens up above New York bringing in a bunch of aliens from an alternate universe. Even with all the Avengers there they could use a little more help, but Spring is so emotionally distraught she can’t possibly help or follow any of their orders, she can’t gather a collective thought. Will Bucky be able to say the words that make her comply?

A/n: A chapter that fully takes place in their present?? More likely than you thought.

Warning: Violent themes? Brainwashing.

Word Count: 3.2k        Part Four    Series Masterlist   Part Six

Today is a new day, yet it feels the same as ever. You’re standing in your room in the medical ward of the Avengers Tower. They gave you a new medical gown, one not covered in blood from when you so gracefully removed your handcuffs but just as ugly, pale white with blue details and the thinnest cotton ever made. You have bandages on your wrists and inner arm even though they don’t serve much purpose because the cuts have faded to scars already, you just don't care enough to remove them.

You’re standing in front of the two way mirror staring at your reflection when Bruce and Wanda come into your room. After the last session, they decided they should work together, they have different skills, Wanda has her powers and Bruce Banner has 7 PhDs. One of those in psychology so he adds onto the element of therapy that these sessions hold.

“We might have to cut this short, Tony just took an emergency call from Doctor Strange so we are basically “On-call” for anything that might happen, but until then we are all yours,” Wanda says as she sits down, Bruce sits beside her, a note pad in his hands. They are sat in two wooden chairs near the end of your bed, they expect you to sit down but you don’t. 

It has been a while since Bruce has played this role, he feels rusty and unsure of himself so he wrote down a bunch of questions from one of his Psychology books to ask you to get started. Before he can though, Wanda cuts in, “If we asked you to help us and fight with us, would you say yes?”

You turn and face her, you had told her the other day in conversation that you were tired of fighting, that you wished you could avoid it but you found yourself in another situation where you might be needed to do so, with the Avengers, whether they decided to keep you or not.

“I said I didn’t want that-,” you say and then pause, looking at your own reflection still like the answer is written in the glass. Then you turn to her, “- but what if I do?” You have this look on your face that scares Wanda almost as much as you scare yourself, a look that’s unnerving as if you don't trust yourself.

“What do you mean by that?” Bruce asks.

“I told Wanda I don't want to fight anymore, but I’m scared that deep down there is a want to, a need to. I’m constantly searching for this dark side within me, this other person, the bad parts as if they are separate like they aren’t truly me. But what if what I am is all right here. What if I’m not like Winter or Bucky, what if I’m not spilt into a past self, a Hydra soldier and the real me, what if it’s all one jumbled mess. How do I find myself then, how do I trust myself? How do I know who I am or what I want?” You ask and the room is silent, they have nothing to offer you in that regard.

“Well, what do you see when you look in that mirror?” Bruce asks, nervous about who is stood on the other side watching you. It’s Steve, Sam, Nat and Bucky. Tony is stood in the hallway on the phone but they are too busy starring at you to eavesdrop on Tony, listening intently to your “private” therapy session. 

Bucky for the first time relates to you, and unbeknownst to him it’s exactly like the first time he ever saw you, he understands exactly how you feel, and he shouldn’t feel sorry for you but he does, he can’t help but see himself in you, just as he did before.

“I hate my reflection, I’ve hated it for years and years, I look in the mirror and I see what they made me, there’s nothing else there, I feel empty, like glass, see-through.” You admit trying to describe your feelings with words.

You shouldn’t hold any thoughts back so you continue when Bruce is lost for words, “I can’t bear to look at myself, I see myself in the eyes of everyone I’ve ever killed, I see my reflection in the eyes of the man I loved who doesn’t even know me anymore. Sometimes I see right through myself and I wonder if I’m even real, everyone else sees right through me too, I feel it.” The sadness in your voice hurts Bucky, he still doesn’t remember you but this is much different than your other interactions, you are calm and you don't know he is there and that makes him feel safer somehow.

“You referred to love in the past tense, loved, do you not still feel love towards him?”

“I don’t know what I feel, I think I still love him but I also feel like I don't know him, I feel as if I don't know myself enough to be sure of my own feelings, it’s confusing. Before I was so sure he would never leave me, but now I wonder if he could ever stay.” And it makes Bucky feel guilty for leaving you, even if he doesn't remember doing so. He wonders for a moment what would have made him leave, it makes him think you are lying even more somehow. If he was so happy, so in love, what could have possibly made him leave without you, how could he possibly forget you completely. 

“What’s the end goal of this, what would you most like the outcome of these sessions to be?”

“I want everyone here to stop looking at me like they hate me. I don't really want love or to be loved by him, but I want him to remember me so I can stop feeling like I’m crazy, so I can have a semblance of understanding as to what’s real and what’s not,” you finish and Bruce writes down some notes. 

“We don't hate you,” Wanda interjects, a hint of hurt in her voice.

“That’s what it feels like to me, the way Tony doesn't even think of me as a person, the way everyone blames me for things I haven’t done, the way I’m standing here in this room in a hospital gown instead of real clothes, the way I have scars on my wrists from the handcuffs. No, I don't feel as if you hate me, but I don't feel like anyone here really likes me either. You two, Nat and Clint, you aren't mean to me at all, but you have this pity in your eyes and not to be rude or anything, but I can’t stand it.”

“Ready to prove yourself then?” Tony asks as he walks in the room, the group who were standing behind the mirror in the next room aren’t sure when he left the hallway, they were so distracted by your confessions.

“I don't need to prove myself to you,” you say with a grimace as he throws a bag at your feet.

“I mean, you sort of do, think of it as a tryout. You wanna be on the team don't you?” He mocks you with his tone, belittles you, you don't like him. The bag at your feet has your clothes neatly folded inside, your guns, your knives.

“In about 7 minutes a portal is going to open above New York, interdimensional and all that, some nasty aliens are going to use it as a door, they aren't strong but we will be outnumbered, we could use an extra hand,” Tony explains.

You twirl your knife in your hands, it feels good, the balance of the blade is familiar, it brings a smile to your face, you have no possessions, no home, this knife though has been with you since Winter first gave it to you.

“I want to help, I’d like to be on the team, to belong somewhere, to serve a purpose but I’m afraid I’ll be of no help. My mind isn’t as clear as it should be, I won’t be able to focus and I won’t be able to follow orders. The poison and all these drugs have all fucked me up.” You say standing back up and looking at Tony with the most serious expression you can, “You need a soldier, and I’m anything but that right now.”

“We understand-” Wanda says trying to make you understand that she doesn't just pity you, she feels bad that she hasn’t been warmer towards you, friendlier. Tony interrupts her shushing her with a finger.

“I think I get where you’re going with this, you have passwords just like The Winter Soldier did?”

“Not so much “passwords”, the keywords tick something in my brain, they make me pliable, I will follow orders, it turns my emotions off. It’s a brainwashing technique. Mine works a bit differently than Winters, I’m still myself, just without feelings, no doubts, no moral compass to follow just orders and actions.”

“How long does that last?” Wanda asks, concerned about what you are suggesting they do to you.

“Less than a day, I was harder to control than Winter was, being I wasn’t a soldier beforehand, well actually I don't know what I was before but still, if I focus hard enough I can regain control.”

“Tell me the words then,” Tony says easily, accepting that this is what must be done so you write them down on Bruce’s notepad and hand them to him.

He says the words, “Solace, Broken, Fire, Midnight, Ninety, Molded, Nine, Far From, Two, Blackhole,” the room is quiet and everyone waits for something to happen, but nothing does.

“It didn’t work,” you say confused.

“Is there an I forgot my password button?” Tony asks looking at his watch, they are running out of time and he thinks you aren't worth all this trouble. If the others weren’t so intrigued by this interaction they would have gone and suited up already.

“No, I don't know why it isn’t working, I-”

“Maybe Bucky should say them,” Nat says as she enters the room, Steve, Bucky and Sam close behind her, you had a feeling they were watching.

“It might work,” you suggest with a shrug and Tony pushes Bucky to stand in front of you, he is sheepish, staring at the ground avoiding your face.

“We are on a tight schedule here!” Tony complains and Bucky looks up at you, right into your eyes and after a brief pause, a deep breath, he says the words slowly but forcefully, you stare right back at him and it sends chills up your spine. The room is silent, you feel your eyes close tight, all you see is white light for a moment, you close your fists tight and everyone in the room holds their breath.

You look back up at him. A dangerous glint to your eyes, you take deep laboured breaths. “Ready for combat. Ready to comply,” you say so monotonously it gives Wanda chills.

“Uhm, yeah. You are to take orders from Stark, soldier,” he gestures awkwardly to Tony who steps in front of him, Tony turns to the group and gestures out the door.

“We have five minutes go suit up!” He shouts and you grab your pants from the bag pull them up under you gown, you clip your belt on and Tony stares at the notepad in awe. When he looks back up you are wearing just a black bra as you look for your shirt. You grab your jacket and different holsters as you load your weapons, tie your boots and pull your hair back as well as you can with the rubber band you took that was attached to the clipboard.

“Ready for combat. Ready to comply.” You repeat expectantly at him.

“Yeah, you said that part already,” Tony says and he smiles at you before turning to Bruce who was the only one awkwardly left in the room. “I didn’t give him the paper?”

Bruce has a look of dawned realization on his face, your expression remains blank, mindless.

“He said the words perfectly, after only hearing them aloud once.”

“Maybe he-” Bruce tries to explain somehow but Tony holds up a finger.

“Maybe he’s done that before, muscle memory, maybe Spring here is more honest than we thought,” he smiles, oh he liked you before, sure he tested you and pushed you, but he liked you, and he was glad to learn this new information.

“Follow the others, kill the aliens, don't harm any innocents or team members,” he says with a  shrug and you walk out the door, mission in your eyes and purpose in your stomp, you click and cock your gun and Tony smiles like he just discovered a new feature on his favourite toy.

“Neat.”

-

Aliens are everywhere, they are grey and gold in colour, slimy and rough, tough skin and tougher weapons. The downtown area is successfully evacuated, all the buildings are still standing and all that has to be done now is wipe out the last 100 or so aliens that remain, easy.

Your mind is clear, you want one thing, to follow orders, get the job done, to succeed. You wish your mind could be this clear always. This is different to how it had felt in the past, whenever Hydra forced the words upon you it had been in situations where you wouldn't comply. When they wanted you to kill someone who didn’t deserve it, cross lines that you had managed to make in your mind. It wasn’t as suffocating knowing you were doing a good thing, the Avengers were the good side, you were being good, so it made it easy to comply with the orders your brain was telling you to follow, no inner conflict.

An alien knocks your knife out of your hand cutting your palm in the process. That pissed you off, you jump on them, pinning it and choking it, squeezing as hard as you can, you watch as its blue eyes go red and begin to roll into the back if its misshapen skull. 

It feels good to kill, and that scares you for a moment before your emotions are wiped away again, focus, kill, focus, orders, focus, comply. You’re about to get up when a dead alien body falls right beside you startling you, it had a loaded gun, finger on the blaster rifle trigger, it came so close to shooting you because your anger had overpowered you and you let your defences down for the satisfaction of killing with your bare hands.

The alien has an arrow through their eyeball, you look up and Cint is standing there, offering you a hand.

“Felt like I owed you one,” he says with a half-smile and you don't take his hand, stand up, give him a bit of a nod before you grab your knife and the dead alien’s blaster rifle.

You would thank him later when nice words came easier to your free mind.

You turn the corner and two aliens approach you, block your shots, they attack you from both sides. 

Bucky is across the street from you, he had just taken out an alien himself and he goes to help you but he stops himself, a mix of fascination in your skill and being too scared to approach you kept him rooted to the sidewalk that was covered in orange blood.

You twirl and duck, hit their shields with the end of the gun and then shoot behind you, it’s quick, calculated, you elbow and kick with force and he sees his own techniques in you, the way you hold a gun, the way you punch and move, he sees himself in you and that scares him more.

He’s frozen with the fear and this confusion he hasn’t stopped feeling ever since you showed up, which he hates to admit but it makes him resent you, even if it isn’t exactly your fault.

You feel someone’s eyes on you as you kick the last alien to the ground you look across to street and lock eyes with him, he’s already watching you. Two aliens come up behind him, not noticing you across the street, your instincts kick in to protect him and the orders you are given kick in too so you yell, “DUCK!” Which takes a moment to register in his brain before his body lets him move.

You shoot them with expert precision from across the wide street, especially with a gun that isn’t meant to be used as a sniper. He stands back up and looks beside him, the bullet placement, the distance. He thinks for a moment that you must have been trained by a really good sniper, and for a moment he has this flashback, it’s quick, it flashes through his mind, you holding a sniper, he sees from his own point of view that he’s behind you, hands over your hands holding the gun. He blinks and it’s gone, but it startles him to his core.

Yeah, you were trained by a good sniper, you were trained by him.

The team starts to gather around you, the aliens are all dead, the cleanup crew has been called, it’s time to go home, which is subjective.

“Good job team,” Tony says, a bit of forced optimism since everyone is grumpy and exhausted, “drinks on me tonight.”

Drinks? What the hell does that mean? You think inside your head, words not permitting themselves to leave your lips. Tony walks over to you pats you on the shoulder and then retracts his hand, orange gooey blood strings from your shoulder to his iron hand. “I think you earned yourself an invitation,” he teases and your brain is spinning, trying to speak, regain control, you blink a few times but it doesn't work, you just nod.

Wanda walks up beside you, links her arm with yours and guides you back up the tower, she rambles on and on about whatever plans there are for tonight, it distracts you, it really helps you start to regain control.

“I am going to have a nap,” you say and you don't mean for it to sound so flat and robotic-like.

“Okay, I’ll wake you up in a bit to get ready?” She asks all hopeful and you just nod, you wish you could express the excitement that your mind was restricting, but your body pushed and pushed, and by the time you walked back to your room you had this smile on your face that you just couldn’t wipe away.

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