would definitely die to see you write a winter soldier story where the oc is part of his mission to bring her in or something along those lines 🙊
Characters: the Winter Soldier & OFC
A/N: This one’s also going to be posted on Ao3! Let’s assume this ficlet is set before the Winter Solider’s real identity is discovered. I hope y’all enjoy!! ❤️
Tess woke up with a splitting headache and the urge to scream.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t do anything about either problem, because her hands were literally tied, and the man who’d kidnapped her sat staring at her in a way that implied that screaming might be a very, very poor choice.
Ok but when in cacw Bucky smile at Steve after he kissed Sharon that’s so cute. Bucky knows he and Steve are friends since childhood and he remember things so he also remember how all the girls avoided pre-serum Steve and finally a girl is kissing him! He’s cheering on his best pal honestly. Cute.
In light of the events in Sokovia the UN are seeking
to impose a set of sanctions which, if implemented, would place the Avengers
under Governmental control. The proposal splits the team down the middle and
when a familiar face reappears Steve, Sam and Katie are made aware of a new
threat one which they have no alternative but to attempt to neutralize. Their
actions see the Avengers catapulted into
the middle of a Civil War and Katie soon finds herself forced with an
impossible choice: her brother or her husband.
Bad Language words and a heap of Bucky on a motorbike!
Bucky liked Bucharest. It was easy enough to blend in and he’d found
work at a local Warehouse easily enough. It was no questions asked, cash in
hand and no trail- perfect. Physical labour didn’t bother him, neither did
taking the nightshifts which no one else seemed to want. It meant he could
sleep most of the days and emerge later at night. Not that it really mattered,
no one really bothered him apart from the Old Lady that lived a few floors
down. Bucky often did odd jobs for her, just like he had used to for the old
couple that lived across from them in Brooklyn before the war.
Since arriving in Europe in September last year, his life had been
pretty peaceful. His memories had started to flash back almost the instant he
wasn’t re-wiped by Hydra, but they were random, non-chronological, so he had
started writing them in a notebook along with other snippets and facts he found
along the way which helped him piece together the parts of the puzzle that was
his life. Now he knew his name, his date of birth, who his parents were, his
siblings, Steve- his brother-from-another-Mother, the Howling Commandos, his
‘death’ and then… well, that bit he
tried not to remember on purpose.
He felt better, like himself, and had on more than one occasion thought
about reaching out to Steve. But the thing was, even though he’d now been out
of Hydra control for over 2 years, he knew that what they had done to him
or put in his head was still there, and he didn’t want to give anyone the
chance to find out the hard-way or give them chance to lock him up like some
lab rat. So he had decided it was best to stay off radar.
Pulling his cap down a little he headed over to his favourite fruit
store for some plums. He remembered what a treat they had been back before the
war, and he enjoyed the fact they were so readily available. He reached out
with his flesh hand to gently test one.
“How are they? Are they good?” he asked the vendor in Romanian who
nodded to him, smiling “Ok Give me six, thank you”
With his bag of fruit he walked along, casually scanning around as he
ate. And then, across the street he spotted a vendor at a news-stand watching
him. Bucky glanced away hastily then looked back at the man who was still
watching him. Suddenly the guy ran from his kiosk. With a sick feeling in his
stomach Bucky made his way over and picked up a paper and as he looked at the
front page which contained a number of surveillance-photos of a man and the
head line: ‘Winter Soldier cautat pentru
Bombardmentul din Viena’.
A cold feeling washed all over him and he glanced around, swallowing
He might have struggled with his memory in the past but he could
categorically say this wasn’t one of
those times. This wasn’t him, granted it looked like him, but it wasn’t.
Shit, he needed to hide.
Pulling his cap down further, jacket pulled up round his neck he set off
Summary: situated between chapter 4 & 5 of Loyaltie. Here, reader gets to have a normal moment for once.
A/N: So, if you didn’t read the whole thing, it’s still okay, but there will be nuances you won’t be able to completely understand. I wrote this long after I wrote the chapters it’s supposed to be situated in. I hope you enjoy this small thing as much as I did writing it!
Warnings/content: none at all, this is all fluff, from beginning to end.
Movie nights are “tradition”, that’s what Sam told you. He even told you what clothes to wear “stay comfy, baggy and most of all, look unkempt so Bucky doesn’t feel like he’s underdressed”. You laughed at that because Sam usually made around twenty jokes a day just on what he called “Bucky’s homeless aesthetic”.
Reader is a mutant that has been kidnapped by HYDRA. After years of
working for the organisation, she decides to change her life just a bit,
and get a grasp of control. With her powers, she decides to help The
Pairings: Dark!Bucky x Reader Summary: After the fall of the Potomac, Bucky’s confused. Without a mission he has no purpose - until he sees you. Notes: stalker!bucky, (he’s more the asset than he is bucky at the beginning). This is part of a series that I’ll start posting late January/early Februaryand is my first shot at a dark!fic. This is the song he’s listening to, I feel like it kinda sets the mood. masterlist || part one
The Asset smirked as he spread the newest photographs across
the table, shirking his jacket off of his shoulders as he examined them.
You were beautiful.
He knew you were his, he recognised you. His scrambled brain
had latched on to you, your kind face screaming at him with a certain
familiarity that he hadn’t felt since seeing the blond – Steve – at the
Potomac. The only difference is that you were attainable. Safe. His.
It had been easy to follow you, your schedule predictable.
Perfect – like you. It was a shame that you seemed to have a liking for the man
that visited you every now and then, he’d be dead in a few hours. The Asset
sighed, it was rather a shame that he’d have to die – he wasn’t aware of the
rules after all - but he couldn’t keep his hands to himself and that just
couldn’t be tolerated.
The Asset leaned back in his chair, finger brushing over the image
of your cheek, humming along to the record that filled his tiny apartment with
tinny music. His eyes drifted to the packed bag in the corner of the room, his
smirk widening into a full smile at the idea of what was to come.
As the single came to it’s end, the Asset stood up from his
chair, beginning to dress for his newest mission. His voice sliced through the
shrill tune, low and cracked with misuse.
“But tonight you belong to me. Just to little old me”