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duuhrayliegh · 3 years

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male chivalry

warnings: okay so there is a trigger warning of sexual harassment and attempted sexual assault, language, men being gross, protective!bucky, angst a bit, i think that’s it, if you see anything else let me know

word count: 3230 :)

a/n: idk why it took me so long to finish this, but it’s here now!!! also this is based off this post from @teaboot (just the op bc the rest of it pissed me off :)) i hope y’all like it. i hope it’s what y’all expected idk, i’m proud of it.

i really hope i did the topics justice, if you don’t think i did, please shoot me a message and help me figure out how to do better. <3

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open! also this is not beta read, so all mistakes are my own.

xoxo ray

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It had been about three weeks since Bucky had first met the group of four at the protest. Bucky made sure to check in with Steve and let him know what he was doing. Steve was always worrying about Bucky, which was totally understandable because of everything they had been through.

Bucky’s day was a relaxed one with little to no time to dawdle. Over these three weeks, he had learned more from an eighteen year old than he ever thought he would. It was easier to open up to her, for some reason. Bucky hadn’t fully figured that out yet either, but he wasn’t going to question it.

Bucky had been going to his court mandated therapy with Dr. Raynor, to say they were making progress would be a lie. Honestly, Bucky was making more progress with the new individuals in his life. They knew what he did as the Winter Soldier-- no they know what the Winter Soldier did, Cassie made sure the distinction between the two was crystal clear. Bucky was still a bit cautious around them, not wanting to hurt them or be a burden to them.

It amazed Bucky how open they were with each other. Back in the 40’s, you didn’t express your feelings. Especially if you were a man, for fear of being labeled something unsavory. Even stranger still to Bucky was the encouragement and support that everyone gave to those in hard times. It warmed Bucky’s heart to see Penny comforting Freddie after his recent break up.

“Freddie and Ted had been together a little over six months,” Cassie explained to Bucky one night after the group had dispersed from the dining table. Bucky and Cassie were standing over the sink washing the dinner plates and cutlery. “Freddie was so in love with him. I thought Ted felt the same, but I guess that’s just how it goes, right?”

Bucky shrugged, this was one of his first experiences with modern romance. Dating in the 40’s was very rigid, which was to be expected, but nowadays everything is very fluid. It truly fascinated Bucky.

“I honestly don’t know.” Bucky shrugged as he dried the pristine plates. Just as he began to get lost in thought, Evie pulled him into a subject that he hadn’t thought of in a real long time.

“What was it like with women in the forties, Buck?” Bucky blinked at her and considered his answer carefully. The group had been teaching him how to handle some subjects sensitively.

“To be honest? The last date that I went on was to the World Expo of Tomorrow in 1943, the night before I shipped out to England.” He turned, leaning his weight on the counter behind him and crossing his arms over his chest. “I went with Steve, this was before he was Captain America, so when he was a little ol’ gangly thing. I had hooked us up with two women, one for me and one for Stevie, their names were Dot and Connie, I think.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean, Buck. What was it like with women?”

Bucky tilted his head in question.“What do you mean?”

“What was it like with them? Like, how were they treated as a whole?”

“Oh, uh I think they were treated well? My Ma always told Steve and I to treat women with respect, so we did.”

“Right, but what about everyone else? How did they treat women?” Bucky was confused by the question and he began to think that he was giving the wrong answers.

“Um, I guess I don’t know. I guess they were treated how they are today?” Both of the girls in front of him released disdained scoffs.

“Well, that’s unfortunate, right Cas?” Cassie nodded at Evie and dropped her head in disappointment.

“Why do you say that?” Bucky asked. He was genuinely curious about what the girls were referring to. “I mean, I get that the treatment of women hasn’t always been good but it’s not that bad right?” The girls shared a knowing look, and then Evie sighed. She hauled herself out of her chair and nodded to Bucky.

“Alright, let’s go take a walk, just you and me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Oh, just a couple blocks away to the Walgreens. Sound okay?” Bucky agreed, grabbing his jacket and waiting for Evie by the doorway. “We’ll be back soon, Cas.”

“Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea, Evelyn?” Bucky had only ever heard Cassie use Evie’s full name when she was getting in trouble.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine, Cas, I swear.” Evie glanced at Bucky, “Besides, I’ve got a Sargent escorting me, so we’ve got nothing to worry about.” She threw a smile to her older sister whose face was just a veil of worry and doubt.

Bucky and Evie exited the apartment building and neither of them had said anything since. Bucky was wondering what this whole exercise was all about, but he wasn’t going to say anything until Evie did. The pair walked up onto a crosswalk, causing them to stop and wait so Evie was able to turn the man beside her.

“So, before we go any further, I just want to set the scene for you.” She took a calming breath and it was now that Bucky realized that this was the first time that she was noticeably scared. His brows furrowed and he nodded as she continued. “It’s ten o’clock on a Wednesday night and you’re in Brooklyn, walking to your local Walgreens because you need tampons.” Bucky huffed out a small laugh as Evie playfully glared at the man.

“Yeah, yeah. The female menstrual cycle is hilarious as is the pink tax that is put on feminine hygiene products. Laugh it up, James.” She shook her head and pulled Bucky closer to the front of a building. “I’m trying to tell you something, ya asshole. So, you see that it’s dark outside because it’s late but you decide to risk it anyway because you have a flight to catch at four the next morning. You leave your apartment and you are greeted with this.” She gestured to the expanse in front of her.

“Alright, let’s go. And just a word of wisdom real quick before we really get going. Women are considered fragile but I’ve never seen anything as easily wounded as a man’s ego.”

“Wow, that’s quite a pearl.” Bucky caught up to Evie as she made her way down the street.

“So being a woman and even more so, being a woman at night, means that you have to constantly be on guard.” As they were walking, a man in a greasy white tank top passed them. The man’s head turned and he scanned Evie’s body.

“Goddamn, that’s a sweet little body there, baby girl.” Bucky’s head snapped around to the man, but Evie kept walking. Bucky looked over to Evie with concern riddling his features.

“Hey, sweetcheeks! Let me talk to you for a while!” The greasy man was now following Evie and Bucky. “I bet I can show you a better time than he can, baby girl. Come on, let me talk to you.” He reached his hand out, gripping Evie’s arm and pulling her to face him.

“Please don’t touch me.” “Get your fucking hands off her, you dick.” The man took a step backwards away from the pair.

“Well, fine you bitch! I didn’t want you anyway, fucking fat ass.”

“Hey, you don’t just get to fucking walk away, you jackass! Apologize to her.”

“Why should I apologize to her? I was giving her a compliment.” Bucky’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. Did this guy just fucking--

“Okay, buddy.” Bucky went to approach the man to settle their disagreement when Evie stopped him.

“James, leave it. Let’s go.” She kept walking and Bucky didn’t want to leave her alone, not after that whole debacle.

“What the fuck was that Evie?” He questioned quickly, she shook her head in response but never verbally responded to him. A few paces later, the pair was about to pass a group of men leaned up against the brick wall behind them. Brown paper bags crunched around bottles were grasped in their hands. Drunken laughter was ringing out through the near empty streets.

“Hey baby! Why don’t you come on over here so we can talk to ya!” One of the men began to step in front of Evie effectively stopping her movement. The eighteen year old took a few steps backwards, coincidentally into Bucky’s chest. His arms came up to meet hers, about to move in front of her in a protective stance.

“Woah, you got a bodyguard baby?” The man tilted his head and stared at Evie. “You know you don’t need him sweetheart.”

“Damn, baby girl. You’re fine as hell.” Another man walked to stand next to the first. “What do I gotta do to get you in my bed?”

“Please leave us alone.”

“No, baby girl I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen.” Bucky stepped in front of Evie protectively.

“I think she told you to leave us alone.” The two men in front of Bucky didn’t waver. Two raised brows and a fit of laughter later, they still maintained their ground.

“Why? You guys going somewhere to fuck? Already got a piece of that ass and don’t want to share it big man?”

“That’s just cold. You gotta share sometime. And it’s just easier to do it now rather than later.” Evie trembled behind Bucky and leaned up so only Bucky could hear her.

“Come on Bucky, let’s just go back to the apartment.” She tugged on his right arm, fingers digging into his soft flesh. Bucky was sure that he would have crescent shaped indentations where her nails laid in because of how much she was gripping him.

Bucky’s eyes flicked up and down the two men in front of him, assessing how much of a threat they were. They were clearly enough of a threat to frighten Evie to the point of wanting to go home. Bucky gave Evie a stiff nod, not taking his eyes off of the men.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going baby? We’re just getting started!” One of them yelled at the pair as he reached out to grab Evie’s forearm. A split second later, Bucky’s left hand balled into a fist and he launched it at the man’s face. A loud crack resounded and a groan left the man’s mouth as he hit the ground. A look of shock fell across the other’s faces as they saw Bucky standing over their fallen comrade. The group took several steps away from the pair, holding their hands up in surrender.

“Don’t you ever touch a woman without her permission, you fucking prick.” Bucky then turned quickly, grabbing Evie’s wrist tightly and hauling her away from the men. Several paces later, Bucky still held a tight grip on the girl's arm.

“Bucky, you’re kind of hurting me.” Evie’s voice broke through Bucky’s barriers. He let up on how fast he was walking and then dropped Evie’s arm.

Worried eyes scanned her body for any bruising, “I’m so sorry, doll. Are you okay?” Evie laughed as she was rubbing her sore wrists.

“Bucky, that’s normal for any woman. Ever.” Shaking her head, she began walking back towards the apartment. “We could’ve kept on going to Walgreens, but I wasn’t sure your fragile heart could take it.” Bucky drew in his brows and a deep frown etched itself into his features.

“What the hell do you mean that’s normal, Evelyn?” He thrust his arm behind them, gesturing to what they just went through. “Nothing about that was normal.” Still shaking her head, the eighteen year old shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s normal for women.” She glanced at Bucky as she continued on her way. “Also, I know that you were probably just defending my honor or protecting me or whatever, but I want you to really think back, Buck. Think about when you were picking up women in the forties, did you ever push when they didn’t want to have that drink with you? Did you continuously ask for them to dance with you?”

“No, I told you. My Ma raised me the right way.” They walked up to the apartment building and Bucky reached for the door handle. Evie began making her up the stairs, Bucky not far behind her. She stopped suddenly, a few flights before Cassie’s apartment.

“What about your friends?” Bucky was taken aback. His memories were still a bit fuzzy about those times, but he could remember clearly enough. Although he wasn’t quite sure what she meant by the questions she was asking.

“What are you getting at Evie?” He huffed while opening the door to Cassie’s apartment. Freddie and Penny were lounged on the couch with an almost empty bottle of wine. Cassie’s head shot up at the sound of the two walking in the doorway. Evie dumped her things off on the granite countertop and turned on her heel to stare at Bucky.

“Did you ever stop your friends when women said no?” The quiet laughter between Penny and Freddie stopped suddenly as Evie’s question hung in the air. All eyes were on Bucky as he gulped and thought back to the times at the bars. Out with Steve and the other Howling Commandos, did they ever do that? He tried to think of a time when they pushed for what they wanted to happen. Of a time when the woman they were pursuing reluctantly gave in because they wouldn’t leave her alone. Evie didn’t wait for an answer, she could see that he was processing everything.

“So why did you stop those guys back there?” Her brows raised and her head tilted in question. Bucky took a deep breath and was about to answer when Evie cut him off. “By punching that guy out there, you’re a hero and we should all thank you and congratulate you for doing the right thing.” She stepped closer to Bucky and the three in the living room understood where Evie was going.

“What do you think would have been said if I would’ve punched him? Sure, you would’ve said something snappy and nice about how I can take care of myself. The general public though? They would say that I overreacted.”

“Easy Evie, he’s still learning.” Cassie said quietly. Bucky was thankful for that, he still did have a lot to learn but it felt like Evie was attacking him. That’s the point, you fucking dumbass. If you had been berating her for putting herself in danger by punching that guy, you would think she was reckless.

“Her point, Bucky, is that the double standard for men and women goes beyond what we expect. Everyone goes crazy for the knight saving the damsel, but everyone hates the damsel for saving herself.” Freddie explained from the comfort of the couch. Bucky nodded, starting to understand the concept. “And her questions about your old buddies. That has to do with the fact that you’re part of the problem.”

“What problem is that?” Bucky was honestly scared to know the answer but he knew to fully learn, he had to get all the facts, both good and bad.

“Stunting the growth of feminism. Being one of the people perpetuating the fact that it’s okay for men to be violent, but not for women.”

“Violence in the form of defending oneself in any capacity.” In Bucky’s line of work, he sees tons of capable and strong women. Natasha, Okoye, Shuri, Sharon, he could think of so many. Then he tried to think of when any of them got the limelight like Steve or himself.

“So it’s like anytime that there would be press releases for the team, and the interviewers would come and ask us questions,” he paused to think how to word what he wanted to say, “they always ask the guys about like super important things like how we’re keeping the city safe and stuff. But when they talk to the girls, they ask about their workout schedule and if they can wear underwear under their suits?”

“Yes, it’s exactly like that Bucky. That’s just a different form of it.” Evie replied quickly. She came up to hug Bucky. “I didn’t mean to attack you or anything, but this is something that we all feel is really important for you to grasp now that you’re back out there.”

“And now that you can recognize when it’s happening, the next important step is to stop it before it happens.” Penny yelled from the living room as she downed the last of the bottle in her hand.

“I’m so sorry, Evie. I didn’t know.”

“I know, I’m sorry too. You’re still figuring stuff out, but I needed you to see what it was really like for women.”

“Okay.” Bucky nodded. “How can I help this situation?” The group exchanged proud looks.

“Well, educate everyone around you. Don’t let it happen when you’re around.” Cassie said as she walked into the kitchen to crack open another bottle of wine. “And just support women. Push our problems into the public’s eye.” Bucky smiled, he could handle that, he was good at that.

Considering he was on his way to becoming a member of the Avengers, he would be able to influence from up high. He could openly support groups that were run by women, for women. He was used to standing in the background for things he didn’t believe in, so standing for something that he did was going to be a cakewalk.

A concern floated into the forefront of Bucky’s mind. He looked down at Evie, who had just recently released him from her death grip of a hug. “You know how to defend yourself right?”

Evie’s brows raised in a challenging manner, “Do I look like I don’t know how to defend myself?” The man shook his head and smiled as the surrounding group laughed. Cassie poured a glass of wine and cracked open a bottle of beer for Bucky.

They all made their way to the comfy couches to snuggle in for a movie night, satisfied with their teachings for the night.

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Well, in the spirit of feminism, we are going to watch Legally Blonde.” Penny commented as she picked up the remote. “And it’s Freddie’s favorite so yeah.”

The lights clicked off as the opening credits ran for the movie. Bucky looked around his group of friends as they giggled at the screen. Evie had her head in Cassie’s lap and she was stretched across the sofa with her feet tucked under Bucky’s thigh. Freddie and Penny were curled up in the loveseat across from where Bucky was. Pieces of popcorn and glasses of red wine were being passed from person to person, with the exception of Evie who was still underage. The energy surrounding the five of them was something Bucky hadn’t experienced in a long time and he wasn’t going to give it up anytime soon either.

A large grin overtook his face, although today was one of the harder lessons for him to learn, he wouldn’t want anyone else to be teaching him.

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zainclaw · 3 years

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hey so as a fellow ace let's talk some more about ace/demi headcanon's for whoever of the 911 squad you desire (i've seen a few demi eddie posts i think so yeah but honestly just. go ham)

Anon, I absolutely adore you for this ❤️

Yeah, Eddie is definitely the one character from 911 I love seeing as ace/demi the most! But I actually read an ace!Buck fic that completely broke my heart, bc it was quite dark, considering how much sex canon Buck has had in his life, but it was done so beautifully.

I think the most damaging conception people seem to have about asexuality is the “but you’ve had sex!” reasoning that always comes up. Yes, some asexual people have sex, just like some gay men have sex with women. They can do it, can be just fine doing it, may even enjoy some parts of it (the intimacy, bringing pleasure to your partner, whatever), but that doesn’t mean they don’t in fact belong to another sexuality.

That being said - and thereby agreeing that literally any character on this show could be interpreted as ace - I rly love this for Eddie’s character. Perhaps I like him as demisexual a tiny bit more than ace, but honestly, love both those takes.

Him being aro/ace makes sense to me in the sense that he seems to just do what he’s meant or expected to do, when it comes to women. He married Shannon and had a son with her, but it’s clear they weren’t happy and always struggled. And it seems like he hasn’t been with anyone else during the two years she was gone, and the “they weren’t my type” explanation he gives to Buck has, in my eyes, always been such a neat reference to his sexuality. And then she came back, and they fell back into having sex because that’s what he’s supposed to do with his wife, the mother of his child, and tries so hard to just patch his family back together, for Christopher. And, I haven’t actually finished watching S4 yet, but I’ve seen the gifs and I know there’s strong hints to him only beginning a relationship - the first in years, after Shannon - with his son’s English teacher, mainly because he thinks she would make a good mom.

Again, he just really gives me the vibe of doing what he’s expected to do, to fit in, when it comes to relationships. And this is something I can relate to so much. I spent years trying to date people, trying to feel something or get any romantic or sexual feelings at all, but it never happened. I got really good at faking it, almost managing to convince myself for a while that I was “normal”.

I can see Eddie being the same, so so easily.

And I think him being demisexual makes sense for the same reasons, only with the difference that he did feel sexual attraction towards Shannon, because he knew her so well, was actually in love with her, and so she was the one person he wanted to have sex with. The “they weren’t my type” line still makes perfect sense. And so, when she briefly came back into his life, of course he still felt that connection with her. But there was no one else but her for so long.

And, obviously, since I’m a Buddie shipper... it would just make perfect sense for demi!Eddie to fall in love with Buck. Someone he knows so intimately, someone who loves his son, and is always there for both of them. Eddie would slowly notice Buck more and more, until one day he finds himself thinking Buck is hot for the first time, and realize he wants to kiss him and hold his hand and feel him against him, and it’ll be a very special and overwhelming thing to him. A million beautiful women they meet on the job could flirt with him, but he’d feel nothing. And what he feels for Buck is a storm, so wild and scary in its intensity. Because he hasn’t felt this feeling since before Christopher was even born.

I feel very happy now, thinking about this.

Thank you so so much for sending me this ❤️ and happy Pride Month!

#buddie #eddie diaz #911 #asexuality #demisexuality #demi!eddie

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kyber-crystal · 4 years

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here again || s.r

words: ~2k

summary: you & steve reunite in wakanda after two long years apart

warning: literally none, just fluff. also bad writing bc this is an old ass oneshot

a/n: so uh,,,this was apparently the result of me falling in love with nomad steve rogers all over again. IW was actually the first avengers film i saw and let me just say, hot damn...also i’m horrible w/titles i’m so sorry. if you’d like to be added to my taglist to be the first to know when i publish something new loml!

tags: to @wxstedhexrt ! THANK YOU FOR BEING SO SWEET AND SUPPORTIVE AND ALWAYS TAGGING ME IN STUFF ILY

Time flies, people told you. Make the most of every moment. Take nothing for granted. Appreciate those you have around you while they’re still here, because you never know when they’ll leave you.

What they didn’t mention was what happened between those long hours, the immense pain that came along with missing someone you loved and held near and dear to your heart. The countless sleepless nights awake, wondering if they’d be alright, wondering if they were safe and not in danger. The countless nights hoping and praying they’d come back to you and crying yourself to sleep.

They didn’t tell you that sometimes, you never knew what you were missing until it was gone.

In your case, your ‘what’ was Steve Rogers.

Initially, you’d started off on Tony’s side. Not because you agreed with his argument - that wasn’t the case at all - but because you couldn’t stand the idea of turning your back against the man that had sacrificed so much for your sake. But as soon as you saw Steve on the other side of the battlefield, eyes soft and pleading, you couldn’t take it anymore. You caved.

Being in love made people do strange things, you thought.

You were lucky enough to have found refuge in Wakanda. T’Challa was more than happy to let you stay, knowing you had nowhere else to go and wanting to make sure you were looked after at all times. The others - Sam and the rest of Team Cap, had been sent to the Raft - they weren’t as lucky.

You felt awful. Here you were, living out a peaceful life (well, as peaceful of a fugitive’s life could be), while the rest of your teammates were trapped within the iron fists of the government.

Two years passed, and you still hadn’t gotten a message, any sort of sign, from any of them. You began losing hope. Maybe they weren’t coming back...

“Miss Y/N?” a calm voice suddenly jarred you from your thoughts.

You turned around to see T’Challa standing there with his hands behind his back. “How many times have i told you to just address me as Y/N?”

“My apologies, Y/N,” he nodded curtly, correcting himself. “Are you alright?”

“Just...thinking,” you hummed.

“It seems as if you have a lot on your mind,” he guessed. “Is there something that’s bothering you?”

“No, no...”

“Miss- Y/N, you’ve been here for two years, and you think by now, I wouldn’t know when something’s up?” The Wakandan king raised an eyebrow.

“T’challa-”

“Hopefully, some good news will lift your spirits?” he offered. “I have received a call, they’re on their way.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Who?”

“Captain Rogers and the others are due to arrive soon. War is coming, and we need to prepare.”

You froze. “D..did I just hear you correctly?”

“Indeed. Okoye will meet you outside your chambers in half an hour, so take some time to wash up and rest, will you? You seem exhausted.”

“You know me so well,” you yawned and stretched your arms in the air. “See you in a bit.”

After you finished washing up and drying your hair, you changed into a comfortable cable-knit sweater and dark jeans before opening the door to see Okoye and Shuri standing there. “Hi.”

Shuri came forward and squeezed you into a tight hug. “Hey!”

You chuckled lightly and ruffled her hair. “So, what’re we doing?”

“T’Challa’s already there, we’re going to see Barnes,” she explained.

“Bucky?”

“The one and only.”

Okoye offered you one of her rare smiles. You’d formed an unexpected close friendship with the fierce warrior during your time here - she made an excellent sparring partner, and even taught you how to work her weapons.

You headed outside to meet T’Challa, and made your way towards the fields together.

...

“Drop to 2600, heading 0-3-0,” Steve stated as he walked up to the pilot’s seat. Despite the calm tone of voice he had, everyone could tell he was on the verge of losing it.

“I hope you’re right about this, Cap,” Sam said, “or we’re gonna land a lot faster than you want to.”

“Nervous, Rogers?” Natasha nudged him gently in the side.

“No.” But the look in his eyes gave it all away.

“It’s been a wild two years, huh,” she exhaled as she stared out ahead, the Quinjet passing through a camouflage forcefield into the Golden City’s valley, landing at the airfield outside the palace.

“Yeah...it has.”

“So when are you gonna tell her?”

“Tell her what?”

“That you’re hopelessly in love with her.”

“Natasha-”

“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers, I know you are,” she gave the super-soldier an accusatory look. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have woken up in the middle of the night because you had a nightmare that she died, and it was only after talking with Sam for an hour that you fell back asleep. Which has happened multiple times before.”

“But, Natasha-”

“Come on..why can’t you just admit it? Are you afraid she’s gonna reject you? Because that should be the least of your worries. She’s head over heels for you.”

“What makes you think that?” he tilted his head to the side slightly.

“Intuition. And the way she looked at you.”

“When you said we were going to open Wakanda to the rest of the world...this is not what I imagined,” Okoye commented as she and T’Challa walked side-by-side.

“And what did you imagine?”

“The Olympics. Maybe even a Starbucks.”

The Quinjet’s back gate dropped open and its occupants disembarked. Steve and Natasha stepped down the ramp first, followed by Bruce and Rhodey, with Vision and Wanda in the back.

“Should we bow?” Bruce whispered into Rhodey’s ear.

“Yeah,” he replied, dead serious. “He’s a king.”

“Seems like I’m always thanking you for something,” Steve said as he and T’Challa shook hands.

Bruce awkwardly bowed. Rhodey pretended to look shocked, but there was a hint of an smile on his face. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, we don’t do that here,” T’Challa motioned with his hand. Bruce shot Rhodey a look, and was just answered with an amused grin. “So how big of an assault can we expect?”

“Uh, sir, I think you can expect quite a big assault,” Bruce replied as they began walking back into the administrative building.

“How we looking?” Natasha questioned.

“You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and...”

“A semi-stable, 100-year-old man,” Bucky finished with a wide grin as he walked towards his best friend. The two men exchanged a tight hug.

“How you been, Buck?”

“Uh, not bad, for the end of the world.” He paused for a moment before speaking again. “But I think I’ve been holding up better than she has.”

“Who?”

“Everyone’s favorite retired Olympian, ex-nurse, and fugitive electrokinetic hero.”

“What-”

Before he had the chance to answer, your familiar figure stepped out from the shadows.

“Y/N?”

“Steve?”

You felt your breath catch in your throat and froze on the spot. He still had that same lean, muscular figure that any girl would swoon over, but his hair had grown out from years on the run and a rugged beard now covered his sharp jaw. His suit was darkened from dirt and grime and the star in its centre was torn out. But he was still absolutely breathtaking - bright blue eyes shining through the coverage.

His expression immediately softened upon seeing you. After many nights praying to see your face again his vision had finally become reality - and he had to keep pinching the inside of his palm to remind himself that this in fact, wasn’t a dream at all. He wasn’t dreaming. You were real, and you were standing just a couple yards away.

You felt your chest ache at the sight of him - it had been two years since you heard him speak. And it didn’t seem to matter how long you were apart for, because his voice would always make you weak at the knees. You hated him for making you react the way you did - or was it yourself that your hatred was directed at more?

But then all feelings of resentment and frustration starting to bubble up to the surface suddenly evaporated. You snapped out of your temporary trance and broke into a sprint, running as fast as your legs would carry you and launching yourself towards him, flinging your arms around his neck. “Steve-”

You slumped against him and broke down, your body trembling from your sobs. He pulled you closer against him and circled his arms around your waist. You didn’t know whether you were crying out of frustration or relief - but the feeling that was brought upon you by being held by him was unlike any other - you’d never get tired of it. You felt so safe, so protected in his tight embrace that you didn’t want to think about anything else. You didn’t want to think about the inevitable war on your way, you didn’t want to think about the past nor the future, you just wanted to live in the moment - with your head on his chest, his chin on top of your head. That was it.

Steve felt his heart shatter into a million tiny pieces. You were crying. You never cried. You never cried and now you were breaking down - because of him.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, voice muffled by your hair. “God, I missed you so much. I’m so sorry I left you-”

“It’s okay-” you choked out, “I’m just glad you’re alive-”

You lifted your chin up slightly and he rested his forehead against yours, so close that there were only a few millimeters that kept your lips from touching. That’s when you realized he, too, was crying - tears streaming down his face and you swear there’s literally nothing that could make him look any less handsome. You felt your heart stop momentarily. A strange feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. If it weren’t for his steady gaze, you’re almost 100% sure you would’ve forgotten how to breathe.

Steve let out a shaky sigh of relief, inhaling the fresh scent of roses in your hair. It’s been two years since he was last able to hold you like this - and two years later, he still believes you fit perfectly together and that you were made to be held by him, and him alone.

Then you were overcome with a sudden surge of confidence and quickly cupped his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his, closing the gap.

It was like fireworks were shooting through your veins as he deepened the kiss and pulled you closer - if that was even possible, given that you were practically pressed against one another - your heart racing at what felt like a million miles per hour at the feeling of his warm lips on yours and his hand between your shoulder blades and on the small of your back. He tasted like everything between euphoria and heartbreak, salty tears and berries and warm coffee, and his touch was electrifying.

You probably could’ve gone on like that for hours on end. It was only when you heard someone cough awkwardly that you broke apart, eyes still glassy with tears, your faces flushed, and lips swollen.

“Are you and lover boy gonna keep up the baby-making or are you gonna say hi to the rest of us?” Sam interjected. “Just a friendly reminder that you aren’t the only two people here.”

“You’re gross,” you muttered as Steve released you to go greet the others. “Hey, Sam. It’s been a while, huh.”

“Long time no see,” he agreed.

“Well, well, well, I see you’ve finally worked up the courage to make a move, both of you,” Natasha smirked as she brought you in for a quick hug. “I’m proud of you both.”

“Nat! I missed you.”

“I missed you too. You know, Cap wouldn’t stop rambling about you the entire way here-”

“Shut up, Nat,” Steve cut her off. “I wasn’t rambling.”

“Not rambling my ass,” Bucky muttered, “you were talking my ear off that day we took the Quinjet. Wouldn’t stop worrying about her when she insisted she’d be okay.”

“If there was an Olympic sport of being passionately in love with your best friend and mutually pining over one another for years before finally breaking the through-the-roof tension, I assure you you’d win, Captain,” Shuri grinned mischievously.

“Oh, my God.”

#avengers imagines #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #avengers x reader #captain america imagine #captain america x reader #marvel fic #avengers fanfiction #captain america one shot #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america fanfiction #steve rogers fic #captain america fic #mcu #chris evans x reader

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werenotacoupleyesyouare · 4 years

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IT HAPPENED AGAIN I FINISHED ROYAL ASSASSIN BEFORE EVEN MAKING A POST

-I will get into chronological order in a second but first, a rant: FITZ WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HOW DO YOU THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA OH MY GOD FITZ WHAT IN THE EVERLOVING-

-okay more on that later

- Glad to see no one died between book one and two, everyone is back and sexier than before of course except for Regal who was already the sexiest bitch in Buck keep

- just kidding y’all know that is Burrich

- I love how Robin Hobb decided we had to know that Burrich Fucks, I appreciate that of her

-Fitz is, as always, a complete dumbass. I’m starting to think that this is not just a temporary situation anymore

-Kettricken is really incredible, I may need to jump on the Kettricken simp train (although I’m more of a Patience lady myself I gotta say)

- This isn’t really an update but I keep thinking abiut how Galend used to say “you shall not have any contact with the opposite sex” like he wasn’t the only straight person in BuckKeep (well the only cishet at least except maybe for Shrewd)

Allow me to elaborate: Fitz and Molly? Bi. Hands? Gay. Burrich? Bi and not over his breakup with Chivalry. Patience? Bi and dating Lacey (lesbian). Verity and Kettricken are both trans, there is no way you can convince me otherwise. August is gay and repressed, which is different from Regal who is gay and homophobic. The fool is gender queer. Chivalry was pan. Chade is gay. The two girl classmates of Fitz one who became leader of the skilled kidz and the other who dropped out are dating, they broke up bc Galend’s psychological abuse had messed them up terribly but now they’re back together. (Update now I know more names, selene and justin both raging homos, truly evil stupid wlw/mlm solidariety). Will is gay too.

- OH I DESPERATELY WANT TO SEE BURRICH AND THE FOOL INTERACT I THINK THEY’D GET GET ALONG;; Burrich is friends with most of the young folk in Buckkeep, he’s a mentor to all of them and idk how old the fool is but I know they didn’t have that and they’re lonely as shit. They’re both done with every single person in BuckKeep and they both have at least one braincell, which is apparently extremely rare around here

-I love Fitz’s constant theme of “no one in BuckKeep knew. I was so furtive and secretive. No one could ever guess what I was doing” when he’s visiting either Night Eyes or Molly because I know all the folk in BuckKeep are like “ah shit there he goes again going to see that fucking wolf”

- MOLLY AND FITZ ARE SERIOUSLY SO DRAMATIC HDHENDJDJHFHDHC they gave me my fav scene ever though, where Molly and Fitz are doing their Dramatic Breakup Speech outside of Burrich’s room, while the Fool and Burrich are inside listening w a glass on the door like “shit- shit he’s coming in get away get away- Hello Fitz!”

- drunk fool was chaotic energy at its finest

- Patience and Kettricken keep being the absolute best I swear if Verity doesn’t come back I am marrying his wife myself

- on that note VERITY SIR I THOUGHT AT LEAST YOU HAD THE BRAINCELL,,, OH YES I’LL GO ALONE ON A MYTHICAL QUEST TO LOOK FOR FAIRIES SURELY MY EVIL BROTHER WON’T TRY ANYTHING WHILE I’M GONE ❤️

- ok everyone by now knows that I’m both a huge patience and burrich simp, but I will not believe for a second that they were in love, sorry Patience is in a happy relationship w Lacey and Burrich was always in love with Chivalry, I will not accept any other version of the story ❤️

- and now onto the sad part

- OKAY look I will tolerate any shit a character does, literally they could kill Fitz and I wouldn’t bat an eye but when Regal had the AUDACITY to order his men to hurt the Fool,,,, that was the irredeemable point of no return for me, Fuck regal all my homies hate regal

- I am growing extremely fond of the fool they’re the sweetest character so far I am honestly in love, also they’re smart thank god we needed someone with braincells near Fitz because that boy is a complete dumbass

- also the “Who did this to you.” scene after the fool got beaten up the first time,,,, I sense multishipping times nearing on the horizon

- when I tell you I cried my eyes out during Shrewd’s death,,,,,,,, not bc I care about the guy, pretty annoying as he was, but seeing the fool crying is not something I will ever recover from thanks

- everyone keeps saying that night eyes has the braincell out of him and Fitz but honestly!! That’s not true!! The wolf is a dumbass as well, it’s just that anyone put against Fitz would seem like a genius!!

- Fitz not realizing that Molly’s “the one I care most about” and Burrich’s “female friend who needs a hand” might,,, be related,,,,,,,,, lol

- idk if it’s actually like that but imagine how devastating it would be for Fitz to have his girlfriend stolen by his fucking DAD

or well father figure but still

- the way Fitz talks about Molly tho 💕💕

- The foreshadowing of Kettricken’s child actually being still born,,,,,,,,,,, I pretend I do not see

- The “let him go night eyes, he’s not yours” scene gave me chills tbh

- I’m manifesting some flashbacks of younger Chivalry, Verity, Patience and Burrich,,, I wanna see the dynamics,,,, don’t think I won’t write it myself if there aren’t any

- so yeah I have already started book three because I have no self control, every time Fitz skills out to Molly he gets a different picture of Burrich doing house work, if Fitz keeps this up he’ll be able to bless us all with the Hot Burrich Calendar we all deserve

Ending notes! I thought I would skip the liveship traders trilogy but everyone told me that it’s not a good idea so I’ll read everything in order :)

I am completely obsessed with these books please send help

Tagging some beautiful people @violetiris-ak @garnetrena @wolfofmars

#the farseer trilogy #farseer trilogy #greta reads #realm of the elderlings #rotE #fitzchivalry farseer #the royal assassin #fitz farseer

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whirlybirbs · 5 years

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oh my GOD if you’re back on your Bucky bullshit I’ll die of happiness 😭😭😭😭 can they dance please?? or just keep flirting??? I’ll take anything at this point

——- here’s a shameless band of brothers gif to get you in the mood for some more of the #DUCKANDCOVER lovestory. england brings peace of mind, r+r, and a new-found tension. buck insists it’s nothing. everyone else knows better than that.pairing: medic!reader x wwii!buckyrating: e for everyone bc we all need buck a/n: hi i love these two so much wtf.

read the series on AO3!

England.

The country seemed worlds away but you’re here, boots landing on Ally soil and you could kiss the dirt.

You’re the first to peel away the curtain on the back of that U.S. Army transport, the first to breathe in the welcoming smell of civilian life. Outside the truck, over the throaty croak of the diesel engine, you can hear the goings-on’s of life. War hasn’t stopped life here. Even as you rumble by the debris of a bombing, there’s life. Kids play in the street. A dog barks. Girls coo at the passing Jeeps of men in their dress uniforms.

Birmingham breathes.

Spring is here. The streets are damp with the melting snow of winter and you take it to heart – in your mind, the rattle of Bastogne sticks to your bones like a shiver. The name of that godforsaken place brings a bitter taste to your mouth. You try to let it melt, to disappear with the changing seasons.

Things haven’t been the same since The Battle of the Bulge.

You’ve been distant, locked in your head and wrangling with the ever-pressing guilt of death. Bucky knows the feeling all too well. Between the both of you, an unspoken bond has quickly cemented itself – it’s wordless and tentative and strung together on a bullet and prayer.

(He says nothing of your breakdown post-shelling. He carries on, and so do you. He leads by example. Stomach it, deal with it, keep moving. Bucky is always moving – always.)

You have his back and he has yours.

The truck stops, jolting half the occupants awake. Against your knee, Bucky jumps – his eyes pull open fast and his hands fly to the bolt-action rifle in his lap in a natural reflex. Blue eyes go a bit wild, sleep pulling a deep inhale as he stretches and realizes… oh.

You’re smiling down at him, face frozen in a moment of sheer happiness as from a window up above the makeshift HQ Phillips has been billeted in, you hear the even-keeled crooning of big band swing.

“Hear that?”

“I’ve never been happier to hear Glenn Miller in my damn life,” says Dum Dum as Bucky swallows down his dreamy look.

He moves, always moving, fast.

You laugh – for the first time in weeks – and follow Buck out the back of the transport. He offers a hand. You snag it, leap and land. His hold lingers – and as the rest of the Howling Commandos pour from the truck, you quirk a brow.

“Tryna dance, soldier?”

“Keep smilin’ like that an’ I might have’ta.”

There’s a solemnity that sticks to his words; you can hear it. It’s as if he’s glad to see you back in the sunlight again.

You shrug. “Maybe I’m just lookin’ forward to a hot bath.”

And were you ever.

The home Phillips was billeted in was huge – some old money mansion donated to the war effort by a RAF pilot’s family. You try not to gawk as Peggy meets you at the door and leads the unit through the HQ.

In close quarters, you’re struck with the sudden realization that the men by your side of heroes. Eyes follow as Dum Dum, Steve and Buck lead the unit through the winding halls. Conversation is forgone for staring on your part – this place is the sort of thing you’d read about in Pride and Prejudice.

Silently, you wonder what the bathroom situation was like. Soaps! Toilet paper! Running fucking water.

“Sir.”

You snap to attention like the rest of the men.

Phillips is a sight for sore eyes. His debrief is short and you’d be lying if you said you were listening. Instead, you were trained on the well-put-together girl by the Colonel’s side. Her stockings don’t even have a run in them.

On the other hand, you haven’t showered in weeks. Under your white head-scarf, your hair is wound into manageable braids in an attempt to hide the grease.

You are anything but pretty, anything but pink rouge and red lips and tightly wound curls.

From the corner of your eye, you catch Buck eyeing the assistant with his usual amount of distrust and disdain and that does a little to quell your jealousy – but when Peggy catches you post-debrief with an armful of white cotton, you remember how much you’d never really liked your nursing uniform anyways.

“The boys are billeted across the way,” she says, “But, I’ve arranged for you to stay in my room for a night…”

You blink. Peggy’s lips quirk.

“There’s a master bath.”

Bucky notes the extra pep in your step. He lights a Lucky Strike and pulls a long drag on the steps of the Birmingham home.

“Don’t drown,” he calls at you as you cross the street, headed to drag your medical bag from the transport.

“It’d be a good death,” you laugh, shouldering him on your way in, “A great death.”

You miss dinner that night.

Bucky bites back worry and shovels the cold pasta back with a dry roll – Pinky notes the anxiety in the sniper’s shoulders. Waving his dinner roll, the Englishman chirps:

“Don’t worry, Buck, she’s probably soaking it up –”

Beside him, Happy faux-reclines and drops two beer caps onto his eyes. He hums a tune, bringing a raucous wave of laughter across the back of their faithful truck. Buck fights a grin, forking his ration-born dinner from its tin. Next to him, Steve offers a smile.

“She’s earned it.”

“Yea, yea,” Bucky waves a hand, dropping his fork into his mouth and handing off the rest of his dinner Steve’s way. Old habit, “I’m gunna go make sure she ain’t dead yet.”

A series of wolf-whistles follow him.

Buck shoots them all a look. “Cut the shit.”

“Hey! Take the wine –”

How in the ever-loving fuck Jim managed to snag a whole bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon escapes Bucky; he lingers, bent over as he steps over Falsworth who’s whole chest is shaking with laughter from his spot on the floor. The sniper pulls a look, deciding he’s not going to fucking ask.

He takes the bottle and the group jeers.

“Don’t get any funny ideas,” Bucky says sternly to the Commandos as he opens the flab of the Jeep and hops out, “Alright?”

“None.”

“S’not romantic at all, Sarge.”

“Not at all.”

“A candlelit bath and wine…”

“Naw.”

Steve shrugs when Bucky spares him a pleading look. “I’m not gettin’ into it, okay?”

“– Stevie, c’mon –”

“Go check on your girl,” the blonde chirps, “She needs a lifeguard.”

Whistles and laughter follow Buck as he rolls his eyes and shuts the flap of the transport. The wine bottle in his hands feels heavy as he makes his way through the HQ quickly. Downstairs is a hub of Officers and Buck keeps his head down, cigarette balanced in the corner of his mouth.

Before he can knock on the door Peggy had mentioned was yours – he pauses. The slow drone of a crooner’s lullaby is playing from inside. He laughs, then, ducking his head and tugging his unlit cigarette to tuck it behind his ear.

Knuckles rap quick on the mahogany.

When the door opens, the girl on the other-side of the door takes his breath away.

Your hair is swept into a tight knot, adorned with a soft cotton towel. The robe around your shoulders is plush. Delicate fingers push at your cheeks – you’re glowing from the steam of the bath, smelling like roses and lavender. You look like something out of a magazine… or a dream.

Buck tries to find words, but suddenly he’s swallowed a bundle of love-sick cotton.

Your smile breaks his stupor.

He raises the wine bottle in a harsh grip. “Courtesy of Jim Morita.”

You laugh. “How in the hell –”

“No idea,” Buck says, offering it, “But, it’s all yours.”

You take the bottle. You eye it, and then him. “… Why don’t you stay and help?”

In that moment, Buck doesn’t know how to say no.

#duckandcover #bucky x reader #wwii!bucky barnes #wwii bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #Anonymous

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lesbian-deadpool · 5 years

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White Wedding

hey love, I adore your content! if you feel up to it, I’d love any nat x reader plus bonus stucky?? maybe like a wedding fic where one couple are the others maids of honor/ best men. but honestly whatever you want is fine, it’s up to u I just need more wlw & mlm best friend solidarity! they’re all gay and no one can stop me!!

hi again, I’m the anon who asked about the wedding request. I just realized you write more for stony, so if you prefer to do stony or sambucky for that Nat x reader fic, that’s totally fine too!! like I said, just give me ALL the gay pls

A/N: I’m fine with doing either, it doesn't really matter to me. But I am gonna go with stony and sambucky, bc you said you wanted ALL THE GAY, so I’m gonna give you as much as I can! Also, I really fuckn loved this request, so thank you. I hope that it’s gay enough for you.

***

Now, where do we start?

You're all crazy.

And gay.

That’s not an understatement.

When it came out in the press, that a good portion of the Avengers were gay they're all gay (to use an umbrella term) but the media didn’t know about that just yet. and dating each other. The world kinda had a meltdown.

Remember when Kim K tried to break the internet?

This actually broke the internet.

No word of a lie.

Idk how it happened. It just did.

Not just once either!

Several! Fucking! Times!

Here’s the “timeline”, of the internet-breaking.

1. It came out that some of The Avengers were gay. And they were seeing each other.

Everyone was debating on who it was.

People were placing bets!

Honestly, they thought it was just two people.

2. Steve and Tony were pictured holding hands whilst walking down the street.

IT WAS STEVE AND TONY, WHO KNEW?!

Well, apparently the people who bet on them.

3. Sam and Bucky apparently couldn’t keep it in their pants and were pictured kissing and groping each other in the middle of Times Square.

It’s kinda their own fault tbh.

4. You and Natasha came out to the press.

...

You may have punched a guy in the face for objectifying your girlfriend, and trying to smack her ass, what a fucking dumbass before she could even have a chance to snap back a retort and beat his ass.

In hindsight maybe it wasn’t the best was to have come out...

But MAN did it feel good!

And it was 100% justified. No matter how much the media tried to twist it the other way, it never stuck.

Wade knew everything, so he got semi-rich off of his bets.

Screw the system, right?!

5. Steve and Tony announced they were getting married.

Their wedding was great.

Everyone had such a fun time.

You know the tradition where the bride throws the bouquet?

Yeah, Tony threw his ark reactor.

Sam caught it.

Bucky almost pissed himself.

You still have the video of it. You watch it whenever you need cheering up a lil.

6. Sam and Bucky got married two months later in Vegas.

They were on a mission.

It was life and death.

So they got married.

Pretty romantic if you asked me.

Tony was pissed.

He begged them and begged them, to let them have a “real” wedding. One where all their friends and family were there.

They eventually agreed.

It only took a week, Tony was that annoying.

7. Sam and Bucky got remarried.

Tony planned it, so the wedding was fantastic.

No one expected how drunk everyone got.

Luckily, Tony had paid for everyone’s hotel rooms, so there was no drunk driving, or stumbling home.

The hangovers the next were not fun.

And from that day on, Tony continued to bug the life out of you and Natasha.

“When are you guys gonna get married?”

“C’mon...!”

But you guys were still relatively new to your relationship.

Steve and Tony had been together for almost six years.

Sam and Buck were together for two before they tied the knot.

You and Natasha were only eight months in.

However, Tony got his wish half a year later

8. You and Natasha got married.

Honestly, the day was a blur to you, bc you were so nervous.

You only started remembering everything during the honeymoon.

How Natasha looked.

Your vows.

How happy everyone was.

Tony and Clint crying.

It was a great time.

And with each wedding, came about a new couple for the media to scream about.

Steve and Tony’s: Jane and Valkyrie.

Sam and Bucky’s: Carol and Wanda.

Yours and Natasha’s: Bruce and Thor.

And that's how The Avengers broke the interned eight times, so far.

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afewmarvelousthoughts · 5 years

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Truth [Part 1]

Master List

Request:

What’s up sug! sorry you’re struggling right now but I’ve come to help you If you could bring this to light for me I’d absolutely love for YOU TO DO JT So basically Bucky X Enhanced reader who are fuckin enemies. Hate each other to every last fiber of their beings bc Bucky is rude and she calls him out on it. AnywHs, they get drunk, truth or dare (go crZy baby) and LOTS LF dirty talk if u wanna do smut but if u don’t then buck taking care of her while she’s drunk cause she admitted her feelings

Pairing: Bucky X Reader (Enhanced)

Summary: Since The Avengers gave you a home the only blight has been Bucky Barnes, a ghost from your past that you can’t seem to shake. It makes you hate him. The feeling, it seems, is mutual. But maybe things aren’t quite as simple as they seem. (Post Winter Soldier AU)

Warnings: Violence, guns, plotting (lol).

A/N: Well. This is a thing. At first, when I got this ask I was like... uh... hmm... this is so not me. (Honestly, the truth or dare element threw me because let’s be real, I haven’t played that since high school.) But then I thought about it and realized I could totally run with this and have some fun. Then I ended up having too much fun I guess. (And look I’m not saying it’s perfect but damn I’m enjoying it.)

I think this won’t go past a three-parter but who knows. The next bit gets smutty (I know for sure since I’m currently writing it) so stay tuned for that. Also, this makes three fics I’m actively writing (you know plus my day job) so I can’t promise part 2 will be up next week but sooooon.

Tags are open!

@mywinterwolf @disagreetoagree @peachthatdrinkslemonade @breezy1415

I could do it, you thought staring down the ridge. No one would know it was me, too much chaos, just focus and BAM, the old fuck drops… Just then Steve flings Barnes the shield to fend off an attack and you remember that you can’t off the fucking Winter Soldier because Steve, who had unquestionably saved your life, would be absolutely devastated.

“Hey Y/N!” Barnes bellows over the com, “How about you pull your fucking weight?!”

No. One. Would. Know. “Hey Barnes, how about you go fuck yourself?”

“Kids,” Clint pipes up. “Play nice.”

You chose to ignore them both and plant your hands firmly on the ground. About 20 Hydra agents just ahead of you, you could feel the vibrations of their energy through the soil. Your breath stops and you begin to pull energy into your body, the air around you getting cooler with each second. This was going to be a show. Heat curls up your arms, you feel like you’re on fire, electric with this power. Admittedly this didn’t always work, focusing the energy through the ground but this time you had pettiness on your side and that was as powerful a weapon as whatever Hydra put in you.

“Fuck, on our twelve,” you hear Barnes say. Little late old man. “Goddamnit! Y/N why do-“

Now. Intentionally making the energy release a little more powerful than it needed to be you let go, concentrating hard, Just the Hydra agents, no one else, acutely aware of where each of them stood. White hot light snaked from the ground into the bodies of each unsuspecting agent, their screams loud, an uncomfortable sizzling hitting your ears as they lit up like candle flames. As gruesome as it was, in one shot you eliminated every single one.

“What was that about doing my part, Barnes?” You snipe over the com standing looking smugly over the ridge, “Your count was what, five?”

“We’re clear,” Natasha says before he can respond and you silence your earpiece, turning on your heel to head to the jet.

Back at the tower, you’re stripping out of your gear in the locker room with Natasha.

“You know you two could just fuck and get it over with.”

“What?!” You’re genuinely confused.

“Uh, you and Bucky. You go at each other like-“

You begin laughing, “Look I get your angle here but no, that’s not what this is. He’s a fucking asshole, and not in the way that gets me going,” and they didn’t know what he had been like before, not really.

“Whatever you say,” she slams her locker, dirty tac gear inside to be picked up for cleaning, “but there’s nothing like a good hate fuck to work out tension.” With that, she saunters away.

The thought of letting him touch you made your skin crawl. Though… No. Absolutely fucking not.

Tony had demanded everyone get together to celebrate a successful mission and as much as you weren’t a huge fan of social gatherings of more than two people even after almost a year of working with them all you begrudgingly agreed when it was made clear that this was a casual affair.

You stare in the mirror at yourself in black skinnies and a fitted white tee, so… normal looking. Who would suspect you were essentially a woman shaped atomic bomb? Sighing you throw your hair into a ponytail and head for the elevator. At the very least, Barnes never came to these things.

Mother. Fucker. When you got out of the elevator you had thought you were in the clear. Tony shoved a whiskey neat in your hand (spiked with his special ingredient to get the enhanced among you just as lit as the rest) the coast looked clear. Then across the room in a corner, you saw Barnes brooding, drink in hand, slouched in an oversized chair.

“What did I say earlier,” Clint says with a wink, jabbing an elbow at you.

You roll your eyes, “I always start off playing nice, thank you. It’s not my fault he’s determined to piss me off at every turn.”

“I’m on your side,” Sam pipes up from your other side and you can’t help but laugh at the exaggerated look of disdain on his face. Barnes looks at you then, eyes burning. All humor drains out of you and you turn away to head to the other side of the room.

The evening goes surprisingly well. Tony’s ‘special sauce,’ as he keeps calling it, is just enough to get you perfectly tipsy... if not bordering on drunk. Honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this loose. Not to mention his playlist for the night was on point, unsurprising since you were technically Tony’s age (even if you looked half that) so you generally had the same taste in pop culture.

This was the first time since you had been with them that everyone was together and for the most part everyone was having an exceptional time. Everyone that was except for your resident cloud of darkness.

Unable to let sleeping dogs lie Tony finally plops down on Barnes’ lap, “You know, I made this hooch for you special, because out of all you,” Tony gestures to you, Steve, and Thor, “I think you’re the one who needs to let loose the most. So,” Tony picks up the tumbler that had been sitting on the table next to Barnes the whole night, “drink your juice, Shelby.” Between the Steel Magnolias reference and the look on Barnes’ face you nearly send your drink shooting through your nose with a laugh.

Barnes looks at you then back at Tony, not a flicker of humor in his tone, “I don’t think you care to know what me letting lose looks like Stark.” With that, he dumps Tony off his lap. The mood of the room immediately shifts, everyone afraid of just what The Winter Soldier letting lose would indeed look like.

“Wow,” you drawl, “really know how to kill a buzz don’t ya Barnes?” The look he shoots you is ice cold, Steve looks stressed, and all you can think is, Please, please give me a good reason.

He saunters over to you in, what Natasha has playfully labeled his ‘murder strut,’ and looms over you, “And you’re just the life of the party, huh?”

You sneer, “Nah, but at least I can pretend to be a normal human for a few hours.” His upper lip ticks just a bit, and you swear you can hear the metal plates in his arm shift. When he moves you’re already bracing yourself internally for a hit, instead he just plucks the drink from your hand and downs it in one shot.

“Alright, Tony, it’s not bad. Guess I’ll have another.”

“That’s more fucking like it!” Tony bellows getting up to make another drink for Barnes immediately lifting the room back almost to where it was before. As for you, you plaster a smile on your face but all you want to do is level that fucker.

Banner goes down for the night and Clint follows not far behind despite taunting from all of you. About being lightweights. Things had started to wind down but Natasha, still wide awake, isn’t quite ready to let everything go quiet just yet.

“Alright, now that the old men have left us I say we play a game,” the look on her face is filled with mischief.

“What kind of game?” Steve catches her tone and looks more than a little suspect.

She smirks, “Only the best kind of game when you’re in the company of soldiers, assassins, gods, and spies...” everyone stares, “Truth or dare.”

“I’m down,” you’re drunk enough to want in on this mess.

“What exactly is that?” Thor looks confused as if it can’t mean what it sounds like.

The rules are laid out. No truths that can get anyone killed because... well between Nat, you, and Barnes there had to be more than a few secrets that should 100% be kept. And, only minimal bloodshed would be permitted in the event of a dare. All rules everyone could easily abide.

Only ten minutes in and you realize the long con Nat’s been playing at... and that you should have definitely not agreed to this.

“Dare,” you say.

Natasha’s mouth curls into a smirk, “Good. Kiss Bucky.”

“What?!” You both spit at the same time throwing daggers at the other. Everyone is cackling.

“You can’t refuse, it causes no harm, and it’s the least the two of you owe the rest of us for making us deal with you,” shrugs of agreement from everyone. Barnes’ head drops to his hands.

“I’ll take a truth then.”

“Not how it works,” Thor chides laughing. “You have-“

“Want to make me?” The temperature around you dropping just a little as tiny streaks of energy snake up your arms. Any residual cheer drops away.

“Now who’s a buzzkill?” Barnes asks sardonically. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. He was right. And maybe you could zap him a little just to prove a point.

Without another word, you stride across the circle and pull him up by his collar, the fabric making a ripping sound. He doesn’t resist you and you kiss him hard, bordering on violent, forcing your tongue in his mouth just to be sure no one can say it wasn’t a thorough kiss. And... maybe you were curious as to what he would taste like. For good measure though you let just a touch of the energy zap his lips. He pulls back in shock at the feeling.

“Happy?!” You ask turning to the group. They’re all staring like they really didn’t expect it. “Good.” You sit down heavily next to Natasha without another word and diligently chose truth for the next hour.

Eventually, you all grow bored of the game and fall into just talking, though you mostly listen. You were so committed to ignoring his existence you don’t actually notice that Barnes had slipped away until everyone decides to disperse.

The rest of them seemed perfectly content to go to bed. You were envious. Being drunk went from being fun to making you feel anxious around the time of the kiss. The power had been too quick to come to you, too volatile, you knew that. Not being in control was something you hated and... if you were being honest wasn’t good for anyone around you.

Need to sweat this out, you think and head down to the training grounds buried beneath the tower.

You had intended to go to the shooting range. Tony had set up a special stall for you that had heating panels all around it so you could play with your energy manipulation more, refine it, make it your own. But as you walk up to the glass you see someone else emptying a clip at a bevy of moving targets, hitting each perfectly.

Lightening fast he changes the clip and you can’t help but watch as again not a single target is missed. You’re good but you can’t touch that level of precision. Not yet. But Barnes was good at what he did, no one, not even you, would question that.

It doesn’t take long for your admiration to sour though. He had this uncanny way of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Suddenly the steady sound of bullets stops and he hurls the gun at the targets, roaring. His hands rest on the small counter before him for a second, back heaving. Turning halfway, not noticing you, he leans against the wall of the stall and slides to the floor his head thudding against it, forearms resting on his knees, cheeks shining with moisture from sweat or tears you couldn’t tell.

Goddamnit, your dislike for him ran along the lines of hatred... you had thought about how to kill him so many times in so many ways it was almost comical. Right now though... You didn’t have it in you to comfort this man when you could hardly tell him good morning most days but you could at least give him privacy.

You turn to leave and you feel his eyes on you, “Enjoy the show?” Most wouldn’t have been able to hear his words through the thick glass but you weren’t most.

He’d seen you, no use in pretending. “Not particularly.” You open the door and stride in, heading toward your booth, “And as usual you’re right where I don’t want you to be.”

You’re almost in your booth when he starts laughing, and you’re pretty certain you have never, in the years you’ve known him, heard him laugh. You lean around, “Something funny?”

He keeps laughing, “Yeah, you.”

“Oh?” You walk back to him and stand looking down, arms crossed. He’s cackling. “Do tell.”

“You really don’t know why we always end up here at the same time? Why we’re always at each other?” More laughter, “You really think you hate me.” Finally, he takes a breath, wiping the tears from his eyes, “Your obliviousness is hilarious.”

“You’re such a fucking prick,” you say and turn away.

“Yeah. I am. And you’re a cunt.” You spin so fast any normal person would hardly have seen your movement, streaks of light snaking around your skin, ready to destroy him. “I’d say we’re cut from the same cloth.”

“No,” you growl.

“Really?” He stands up and shoves his hands in his pockets. “So you’re not in here because you need to work off the feeling of not being in control?” He takes a step toward you and you move back in turn. “You’re not in here because you’re scared if you don’t get that energy out you’ll hurt someone?” A few more steps. “You don’t wind up in here more nights than you’re in your bed because you can’t sleep?” You're almost against the door. “Just. Like. Me.” Your back bumps against the glass.

He’s inches from you, so close you can smell the whiskey on his breath, “If you touch me I’ll fucking kill you.”

“I know you will.” He stares at you for a moment, “That’s why I’m glad you’re on the team.”

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( sorry I'm late to the party im in pst so i was at work til now sdkfjl ) ANYWHO hi pals what the h*ck is up !! im chloe , im 21 , i use she / her pronouns & im a broke a$$ geography major !! i am SO excited to be her & get to rp with all y’all bc judging by your apps skdflj i fuck with u all . anywho ill stop my rambling , below the readmore is stuff about sofie & some wcs !!

trigger warning !! sex work , deportation , neglect , bad writing , alcoholism & substance abuse

HAILEY BALDWIN / SHE/HER / TWENTY TWO / BILLIE EILISH VC

welcome to los angeles , sofie almeda ! the glitterati has been watching you . rumour has it you made your first mark in the industry two years ago & that your net worth currently stands at 8m . it seems as though you’re enjoying being a singer since relocating from harlem , new york city . some might say you’d be a good fit for the glitterati due to your hollywood ranking being a solid #3, & it helps that fans speak so highly of your individualistic & assiduous ways . unfortunately , our sources cite that those closest to you aren’t particularly impressed with your self-destructive & choleric tendencies .

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name : sofie sydney almeda

nicknames : sof

age : twenty - two .

birthday : december eleventh .

zodiac : sagittarius .

gender : cisfemale ( though doesn’t vibe with the idea of being STRICTLY a WoMaN , she finds labels restrictive ) .

pronouns : she & her .

height : 5 ′ 6 ″ .

hometown : recife , brazil & harlem , new york city .

nationality : american , brazilian .

ethnicity : english , portuguese .

label(s) : the venereal , the bellwether , the opulent , the anaxiphile .

occupation : singer ( vc billie eilish ) .

quirks : fidgeting , allergic to shellfish , walks quickly , cracks knuckles , always wears her lucky ‘ st christopher ’ necklace from her grandmother , has a weird ability to talk herself out of trouble , can tie a cherry stem in her mouth , messy emotionally but on - point physically , vvv bad driver , loves a good theme party , can’t get through the day without multiple cups of coffee , refuses to wear glasses in public even though she’s quite far - sighted , always carries hand sanitizer , prefers rain over sunshine .

background

her mother , marcia almeda , was a recent graduate from secondary school who packed a backpack and went traveling !! before long tho she ended up knocked up by another backpacker , this one american , while they were having a fling in sydney ( hence sofie’s middle name lmao @ her mom’s humor ) . she flew back home when she found out & never told sofie’s father oops !! so marcia had sofie at home in recife just before her nineteenth birthday , and marcia was enthralled w little sofie . ofc she inherited her mother’s beauty ( i hc marcia looks like alessandra ambrosio bc hello ! ) & little sofie lived a happy early childhood life in her grandparents’ home in recife.

brazil isn’t the safest of countries & marcia didn’t want the same dangers she experienced growing up for her young daughter , so around sofie’s eighth birthday , her & her mother packed up and went on a ‘ trip ’ to new york city . joke’s on sofie , though - it wasn’t actually a trip , but rly they were trying to move there to find sofie’s father to confirm his paternity and get sofie american citizenship . it was proving more difficult than she thought , & marcia was quickly running out of money . with a face like hers , though , making money wasn’t too difficult , but it was time consuming . marcia found herself escorting older men in order to pay the bills , all the while leaving little sofie to fend for herself . some of her earliest memories are of strange men in their tiny apartment & sofie trying to block out their conversations with her lil cassette player hiding in the corner of her room . eventually , marcia was able to contact the father & they set up a meeting . sofie had gotten her hopes up that she would finally have a dad ( she got dressed up in her sunday best & everything bc reuniting her dad was a BIG deal ) , but the meeting ended up being a quick exchange of words , a mouth swab and a couple signatures . sofie never even learned his name , & this queued up a lifetime of daddy issues & distrust of men !!

while marcia was able to stay in america much longer than she was legally supposed to , eventually she was facing deportation , which meant lil sofie , with her citizenship finally confirmed , was put into the hands of her father who sent off to an american boarding school in new york without even contacting her . she would spend the summers in brazil with her mother or , as she got older , couch - surfing with different friends throughout the months . she started growing apart from her mother as she aged since she wasn’t going home every summer since she didn’t rly feel any connection to brazil . her grandfather had passed away & she only has faint memories grandmother , plus the city wasn’t at all familiar to her & she wasn’t practicing her portuguese after her mother returned to brazil .

through it all , music was proving to be the one constant in her life she could use to escape from reality . she had never done any training or classes , but she just liked singing along to whatever was on the radio & practicing on her own . she also found a passion for writing poetry which she later would realize was compatible with music . she would spend HOURS in the school library working on garage band lmfao bc she couldn’t afford her own laptop to produce music & her dad sent just enough money as he was legally supposed to . but she worked her lil tushy off & applied to a music academy in nyc & was rejected the first year ( DEVASTATING when mixed with her impostor syndrome & daddy issues ) but she practiced more & more & edned up getting accepted the next year . here , she worked on her vocal skills & music production , & started accumulating her own music & selling songs to music producers on the side for some ca$h money .

by the time she was 16 the state decided she was old / mature enough to live on her own so she got a TINY lil studio apartment in harlem where she’d grown up with her mum & she had friends who she’d grown up with . while it wasn’t the safest neighbourhood statistically sofie felt safe & just like one of the neighbourhood kids . it was the first time she genuinely felt like she belonged .

she was accepted on full scholarship to nyu & majored in music composition & vocal performance where she started finally feeling secure in herself & released her own music on soundcloud , quickly amassing a following & becoming an ‘ up & coming ‘ artist !! she was contacted by a scooter braun type guy who was interested in taking her on under his management so she dropped out of uni in her 2nd year ( bc tbh her grades in anything other than her music classes were v subpar ) . soon enough producers wanted to work with her & she was making enough that she didn’t have to sell her songs which she hated doing but had to pay the bills u know . oh & her vc is billie eilish bc ofc shes my queen go stream when we all fall asleep where do we go on spotify u won’t be disappointed

she also started getting into the partying scene here yikes !! it was a method for her to numb all her pain from her past & impostor syndrome & drown all that out in pills or tequila . it rly wasn’t healthy bc of how she would binge for a weekend then try to stay sober throughout the week but failing by about wednesday when she started to feel hollow . she wasn’t gonna be a one hit wonder & her mom sure as hell didn’t go through all that trouble just for sofie to be a nobody addict !! so she kept it together enough to start making big bucks & well ……. here she is :~)

personality

sofie blames it on her brazilian heritage but this bitch loves a party !! like shes the one who gets happy drunk at the pre then is the first on the dance floor then later falls out of the club & into some rando’s bed !! in the back of her mind she knows her drug & alcohol use is self - destructive but she figures shes allowed to let loose sometimes ( even if that ends up being most nights ) ; rly she’s just in denial bc she doesn’t want to change her ways & lose her identity !!

doesn’t put labels on her gender identity or sexual orientation . she finds them restrictive & useless for herself , labels would only be to satisfy others . she doesn’t see herself as 110% female either like she’s all about gender being a social construct / a spectrum ; some days she’ll get dolled up & wear heavy makeup & six inch heels , some days she’ll walk around in a bun & tracksuit & trainers . anyone who asks abt it will swiftly get 2 middle fingers in their face !! shes uncontrollable i swear

puts up a tough bad - ass front like billie does aksjdh like nah nothing can hurt me im bulletproof !! but is rly just kinda broken underneath . she doesn’t even let her closest friends know how hurting she is bc she doesn’t wanna burden them . she rly uses mmusic as an outlet tho so she’ll act totally tough then go to the studio & record all about her heartache . will NEVER let someone see her cry no matter how close she is with them . she rly sees it as a sign of weakness & shes in a much better place than she was 5 years ago so she figures she’s not ALLOWED to feel anything but grateful .

this bitch overthinks everything !! half the time she isn’t rly listenning to whoever bc she’s thinking about what they just said & if they’re mad with her . she’s that friend who will ask u to come over to formulate the perfect text response & fuss over it for hours . that being said , if someone talks shit abt anyone shes tight with , they’re gonna get it the next time she sees them . she isn’t about violence & would never get into a physical fight , but she’d work behind the scenes to ruin their life . but then she pretends like she rly doesn’t care though its obvious to those close to her that she cares way too much

has a very hard time expressing love bc she didn’t have much practice w it growing up . she was on her own most of her young life so even if her mom would tell her te amo she would be like uh huh gtg bye !!

tldr ; poor bitch w abandonment issues who was able to get out of it by channeling her energy into music & numbing the stress with pills or alcohol which she def still overuses but she doesn’t think its a problem !! yikeroony !! loves partying & having a good time , puts up a tough front but is rly soft underneath .

wanted (* = mw)

friends from high school !! - people sof stayed with in the summer bc she wasn’t going home to brazil .

friends from music school !! - she def felt like an outsider among the music prodigies at this school , & maybe this person was one of the ppl she actually connected with .

come out & play !! this person acts as a good influence to sofie . they’re level - headed & very grounding , & sofie doesn’t let it show but they’re really important to her . this is the Softest billie song ( prob bc it was for an ad skdj ) & they inspired it bc it’s how she feels when shes with them . they encourage her to be all that she can be & they believe in her , & they’re prob the one person sofie trusts the most which is SAYING something !!

*exes on bad terms !! - ok this would basically be based on all the songs billie has about a failed relationship / heartbreak !! shes got a bunch . im thnking maybe she was actually rly into them but had a hard time expressing it bc she’s never been good with emotional expression , & it led to the relationship feeling ?? unfaithful / disconnected ?? idk but she rly loved them & is still nursing that heartbreak . ( x , x , x )

the paris to her nicole !! - ok i f*cking hate that i said this but she’s nicole richie its true !! she needs a messy gal pal exactly like how paris & nicole are i stan them ( x , x , x )

roommate !! - bc of her abandonment issues she rly doesn’t like living alone so prob is the roomie who will sleep in their bed from time to time bc she doesn’t like being totally alone .

*when the party’s over !! - these two have been hooking up for a while no strings attached but recently feelings have been caught !! & now they still hook up quite often but sofie’s kinda harboring feelings & pretending all is well but she rly hopes they’ll just stay the night from time to time , & gets secretly heartbroken when she sees them flirting or leaving with someone else . they can also have feelings if u want that angst :~)

fwb !! - sofie is pretty transparent when it comes to what she wants & she’s got a bad habit of replacing dealing with problems with getting laid !! like u know in movies when the man opens his wallet and a row of like 20 pictures of different women fall out ?? that’s sof’s aesthetic . she’s got a bunch of fwb of all genders so bring me some pls

***mutual dislike / copycat !! self - explanatory , sofie thinks this person is copying her in everything she does & thinks its annoying af so she wrote a song abt it & hopes they indirectly get the message even if she drops not so subtle hints . ��skfldjh itd be messy pls !!

party buddies !! - someone who encourages sofies wild ways . when the two get together its usually to get drunk or high & thats the way they like it . sofie doesn’t feel judged by them as she does by others who don’t get obliterated at every social event ( what an idea !! ) so she rly values them , even if she doesn’t express it

** 8 !! - someone who kinda reluctantly got into a relationship with sofie out of maybe a desire to save her from herself ?? like u know that good girl bad boy trope where the girl tries to save the boy from whatever he’s struggling with ? that’s them but the roles are just reversed - good guy , bad girl . it was kinda just filled w her being self - destructive & confiding in him but not rly reciprocating the care so he became kinda distant bc of it . tbh she prob knew he was too good for her but had a sliver of hope he wouldn’t leave her even tho eventually she became too much for him . ( lyrics : you said, "don't treat me badly", but you said it so sadly, so I did the best I could, not thinkin' you would have left me gladly. i know you're not sorry, why should you be? 'cause who am I to be in love, when your love never is for me?” )

good influence !! this person can tell that her beahvior is unhealthy & are trying to gently nudge her abt it . she can tell what they’re doing but her addict brain is telling her its invasive & threatening so shes not the fondest of this person , but deep down she really appreciates them

music buddies !! these two are both in the music industry & rather than it being competitive , they’ve developed a friendship from it & enjoy working together .

* someone sofie ghostwrites for !! for whatever reason , this muse doesn’t write their own songs & instead pays sofie to write them for them . she doesn’t love it but its a way to make money & give away songs she doesn’t feel attached to but are worth something . maybe its tense bc they claim the songs as their own & sofie doesn’t like it , this could be ~escandolo~ later !!

*** my boy ( high school bf ) !! - ok tea this song is the one that broke her into the industry . she produced it all herself & just relased it to her soundcloud thinking it wouldn’t rly go anyway but !! joke’s on yung sofie . essentially he thought the relationship was going well , she’d met his family & they rly liked her but !! sof was feeling kinda smothered & told herself he was lying & cheating on her n shit so she wrote a song about it !! & once it was starting to get attention he was like ….. uhhh what the fuck & she was like haha sorry !! so they broke up & ever since its been animosity , but she realizes she fucked up but it launched her career so she doesn’t know whether to keep up the idgaf i hurt you or apologize .

* ex - friends !! ok pls i have this hc where sofie got way too high one night & slept with this person’s dad or sibling or smth !! u know that line in ‘ bad guy ’ where she goes ‘ might seduce your dad type ? ’ ya that’s got sofie written ALL over it !! & now they’re not friends bc sofie can’t keep it in her pants but both sides kinda misses the other but are too stubborn to say anything :~(

exes from college / high school !! - ok honestly i just love all the exes plots . gimme someone who like maybe they were hooking up & decided to give it a shot dating & it worked for a while but ultimately fell apart bc of sof’s inability to open up. maybe theres still tension or maybe theyre friends now !!

* lovely !! - i need a male voice for khalid’s part in lovely bc i need this song in my life bc its a whole ass sofie mood ok .

i’ve also got a wanted connections tag linked HERE dksfj there's not much in it yet but feel free to check it out . ok i love y'all

#glitterati.intro #excited to be here :~)

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Alpha Movie Review

I’m always in for any story that gives me a bit of obscure history, no matter how fictional. If that story is going to jump back to prehistoric days in an age when most people seem to think the world began with their birth? And involve an entire invented language for the sake of authenticity? And recreate such a forgotten age with as few concessions to romantic fantasy as possible? Well, it’s going to ring not a few of my nerd bells. If none of that interests you, the movie also has dogs.

In 20,000 BC, in an unrecognizable Europe during the ice age, a group of human hunters approach a herd of bison, slowly, on their stomachs. The bison realize their danger and charge. There is a face-off, and Keda (Kodi Smit-McPhee), son of the tribe’s chief Tau (Johannes Haukur Johannesson), is thrown off a cliff. This shot is inflicted with the curse of slow-motion, and I worried this would be a film that does not have the courage in its shots to present them unadorned. Fortunately, this is one of only two scenes with any kind of unnecessary gimmickry thrown in; most of the movie is stark and direct, as life in those times would have been. Keda survives the initial fall but loses his grip and ends up unconscious on a jutting piece of stone halfway up the sheer cliff face.

Two hundred centuries later, we can get in our cars at the top of such an imposing edifice and be at the bottom 20 minutes later, safe and sound. The film makes it seem like Keda has been thrown into another world. He has. His father and tribe have no choice but to leave him for dead. Johannesson is not in most of the film, but his reaction here is crucial, as the stoic chief, distraught, has to be prevented from suicidally climbing down after his son. Another tribesman comforts him with kindness, assuring him their sons (his had died before the movie began) will walk together in the afterlife. It is an unfortunate tendency of the modern world that we seem to believe it was only recently that people began caring for their families, and that not so long ago children were glorified crop pickers. We can’t know for sure how paleolithic man behaved, but things like caves and graves have yielded proof that social bonds were important. Keda, to this point, has not been great at hunting, and cannot bring himself to kill wounded animals, but there are no cliche villains, insisting they forget about the useless child. They are reluctant to tear Tau away from the cliff face for an entire night.

It’s that sort of heart that lets the film win you over, well before the promised canine connections come into play. On posters, the movie bills itself as an origin story of the buddy system between dogs and humans. It is, of course, likely to be largely fictional in that regard. The boy wakes, high on the cliff, and tries to climb down but ends up dangling with nowhere to go. A torrential rainstorm turns the valley into a temporary river, a regular occurrence in the days before dams, and he is swept in, waking up in an unfamiliar wilderness. Full disclosure: I’m an absolute sucker for things like this. My earliest experience with epics was a video game where the characters are separated and lost multiple times, and I liked Pixar’s The Good DInosaur much more than you did, in part because it involved a character lost somewhere in nowhere. The boy sleeps in trees to avoid predators, and eats insects and plants. It is the stuff of ordinary survival. The camera work of Martin Gschlacht rarely announces itself, letting us vanish into an ancient world rather then reminding us there is a man filming there. And then the wolves come.

Mythology has long fascinated me, and the wolf has probably been a supporting character in more myths, across more of the world, than any other animal. As I watched, my mind began to cast the story into legend. It went something like this: Once, long ago when the mammoth walked and the world was cold, a boy became lost. He was attacked by wolf, but he wounded him. Yet boy did not kill wolf. Boy nursed wolf back to health, and wolf walked with boy, who was now Man. Man and dog have been walking together since. The actual process was probably slow and took many generations of men and wolves, but that’s not as exciting. Keda and the wolf, who he names Alpha, slowly develop a bond. Director Albert Hughes (From Hell, The Book of Eli), who works from his own story, and screenwriter Daniele Sebastian Wiedenhaupt cannot resist nodding at us. Knowing smiles will result when Keda angrily throws a stick at Alpha, and Alpha picks it up. These things take time, though, and many snarls and an attack attempt or two from the wounded wolf.

The movie is patient and, realistically, lacks any place for significant female roles (Natassia Malthe and Leonor Varela have small parts as, respectively, Keda’s mother Rho and a shaman, the latter of which would have been more likely in the days before civilization decided a woman was best silent). This almost guarantees it will not be a financial success in an era when there are only a few ways to effectively market a movie. Alpha bucks all of them; despite the ads making it seem like a studio project, it is an effort that real people wanted to see happen, and believed in. Those there because they love dogs may not care about the craft and detail that went in. If you’re more inclined to do so, notice the people’s clothing. It lacks serious bling, but neither is it a haphazard collection of hides and furs, thrown together. Each layer appears to serve a function. The world, which is really various Canadian and Icelandic locations with a few sets, is so empty and at times still the silence might drive modern man, used to incessant and needless noise, mad. Yet the most astounding technical feat is the creation of a fictional language. There’s not a speck of English or any other modern vocabulary in the film. Instead, the characters speak something based on the languages that eventually diversified into those of Europe and India, constructed by University of British Columbia professor Christine Schreyer. It seems like “Best Invented Language” is a bit too niche to have an Oscar category, but Schreyer’s efforts make a strong case for it. Do not expect cliche grunts and groans from an old caveman cartoon, for every sound uttered sounds like a real word that means something, and patterns are repeated just like a living language, so after a time we stop noticing we’re reading subtitles. Similarly, the characters do not jump up and down or shout as a matter of common practice. You will find no prehistoric cliches in this movie.

The acting comes down, since he is alone except for the wolf for most of the movie, to Smit-Mcphee. None of the previous roles I’ve seen him in have suggested whether he could handle such a subtle and unusual role. He can. Though he has a language to speak, this was long before the days in which men wrote sonnets and novels, and even for a sensitive lad he sticks to the basics: what he needs, where he has to go, that sort of thing. The entire absence of humor or levity among the hunters struck me as odd, since knowing anything about people suggests we’ve always liked a good laugh, but it is a minor quibble. McPhee handles Keda’s journey perfectly. He and Alpha learn to hunt, but at no point does he become someone who kills as second nature. At the end of the journey, he is still himself, but a wiser version of himself. That journey can be appreciated if you simply like dogs. It can be appreciated more if you have fondness for history and myth, and old-fashioned adventure stories.

Verdict: Highly Recommended

Note: I don’t use stars, but here are my possible verdicts. I suppose you could consider each one as adding a star.

Must-See

Highly Recommended

Recommended

Average

Not Recommended

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Show Her

A/N: So this is my first Marvel imagine and of course the first had to be Bucky bc who doesn’t love some Bucky. I’m going to warn you right now, it’s probably terrible so shoot me if I don’t do him justice. Okay :) (Credits to gif owners!)

All everybody had been saying for the past few months was 'show her' and now the words were repeating in his head among other things non-stop. He cared for her oh so much. Maybe she never noticed how he felt but she did always reciprocate the love he showed. When he couldn't sleep, or when he just needed advice to ask a girl out that wasn't her, maybe even when he was insecure and even asked her what to wear the next day because he didn't know what color looked best on him.

Yep...she was there. For the stupid little things and all the way to cleaning him up when he got home from a mission. Bruised and battered, a split lip or a bloody nose. She'd even patched up a gash on his last living arm, the 'good one' he called it. The one that made him stand out unlike the rest and the glob of metal for an arm on the opposing side of his body made it harder to go undercover with Steve. Y/N even helped scrape dirt out of the crevices in the monster of an apendage.

Yet she never actually understood the power he held in just that arm itself. Sure the serum enhanced the rest of his body but she had never saw him in action. That's because she was just a friend that Steve had met way before they got Bucky back to himself...slightly. Steve met her on a mission, saved her life and they became best friends, she felt like she owed him and she had just finished training to become a nurse at the local hospital. Which meant she was capable of patching everybody up when they returned from their missions.

Everytime she would offer to flee to the scene if one of the team members were down, Bucky would be the first to yell 'never!' through the earpiece. He just didn't know what he would do if he lost her. Though he never got very far, she was precious, someone he didn't deserve but craved to have in his life so much.

Recent attempts to ask her out failed miserably. He'd turn into a stuttering mess and then just walk away. Or change the subject to something he was capable of talking about. She'd find it strange but smile it off and offer to make dinner or watch a movie with him. Or even teach him how to use a computer. That was a lesson Bucky would never forget and just thinking about her being so patient and gentle with him made his cheeks heat up.

"Show her." That slimy voice, the one in charge. Clouding his head, making him do things that he swore to never do again. Bucky pleaded Y/N with his eyes, to forgive him. So she could forget she had ever saw him this way and drop it all together. "Go on-" The man in charge commanded.

He had to try and fight it off...for her. Until Steve and the rest found them, Bucky had to try and be stronger than the man working for Hydra. One of the men who made his life a living hell until a few years ago. When Bucky vowed to himself to never hurt anybody ever again. Bucky had sort of imagined a clock in his head, it was counting down the minutes into hours because Steve wasn't coming for them fast enough. It felt like years rather than hours now.

Maybe if he tried to focus on the ticking arms... "Show yourself Soldier!" The voice sent chills down his spine, urging him to do something his inner monster would submit to. But he was trying to be strong enough, to get himself back. The Bucky Steve knew, the one who was brave and was on his own program. Not Hydra's.

"I-I don't want to." Bucky closed his eyes and let a shiver run through his body despite the weather being hot and humid. Y/N tried to take a step forward but she understood that certain look in Bucky's eyes, one she had saw many times, to stay where she was. "I...c-can't."

She placed her left hand over her chest and directed her attention to the man in uniform sperating she and Bucky. "Please! What is going on?" Her innocense was something else. Poor Y/N...Bucky had doubt in his mind this time that the voice in his head would win. That the man in uniform would take over and Bucky would be forced to hurt her. He felt as if he had to throw up thinking about it. "Please answer me!" She begged and it was the most polite begging Bucky had heard. She was too kind for her own good.

"Oh my-" The man in uniform feigned innocence of his own. "Soldier-" He bent down to Bucky's upright but slumped form. "Has she not seen yet what you are capable of?" The accent itself was enough to send Bucky through the roof and take out the man in uniform yet he didn't...because the big man himself was still in semi control now. And Bucky was losing the mental battle which resulted in heavy grunting and breathing.

Y/N shook her head, confirming the man's question to be true. Her attention averted back to Bucky who she wanted to drag away and tell him everything was okay. But she herself wasn't even sure what was happening. "Well then show her, Soldier!" The man threw his arm forward with a welcoming gesture. "Keep in mind if you refuse I will show you what you are missing."

"Don't hurt him, please." Y/N begged but soon it would be her begging to keep her life. "I don't know what's happening, but he's stronger than you think he is." She argued but the man in the nice uniform wasn't listening to a word she said. But she was taken aback and a little frightened when Bucky glanced up at her and his eyes were slightly darker. This wasn't the Bucky she developed a relationship with. His jaw was tense, his eyes were stern instead of soft and carefree like usual, his stance went from slumped to upright and strong, as if he held a newfound power.

His voice was different. Y/N had taken foreign language in high school but had never heard the language Bucky responded with. If he wasn't a changed man she would have found it attractive. But because he wasn't Bucky anymore, she was scared and the best she could do was stand against the wall with her nails scraping the surface. The man in uniform on the other hand looked victorious, a handsome smile on his face.

The man repeated the phrase he had been saying for the past ten minutes, but this time he knew he had power and said it slowly, victoriously, because he had won. "Show yourself, Soldier." And with a gentle welcoming gesture from the man's extended arm, Bucky marched forward. A stern look on his face, Y/N wasn't stupid by any means and she knew that he was on a mission for blood.

"Bu-Buck...it's me...Y/N." She pleaded and held her hands out before her for her only defence. There was no way she could fight off somebody as large as Bucky, he was pure muscle, a machine. "Please-" She winced. But time stopped when the man in uniform shouted another foreign word and Bucky stopped, heavily breathing above her. He never took his eyes off of Y/N but now it wasn't out of love, it was for his next mission.

"Sweet, sweet Y/N. The James you know is gone and replaced with The Winter Soldier. Any last questions before I command him to kill you and flee the scene with-" A figure moved awful fast, wings...she saw wings, batting the man in the jaw and knocking him unconcious. Bucky...or The winter Soldier turned and pulled a gun from his belt, ready to fire.

Y/N was grabbed from behind, a small scream escaping her sore throat before she realized it was Sam. The scream didn't go unnoticed by Bucky when he turned with the gun pointed at Sam. "Let go...now." The sound she heard from her friend's voice wasn't at all like the one she had fallen for. It was rough, almost a growl, dominating and scary. No wonder why Bucky had always warned her about him.

The super soldier marched forward and grasped Y/N's wrist before Sam could stop him. The cold metal was now heating up with her sore flesh in his strong hand. The hand she had cleaned and buffed out for him many times. It was now betraying her. The one she had held many times to prove that he wouldn't hurt her with it. She hissed and tried ripping herself away from him. Sam shoved his fist into Bucky's chest but it was no use. He wasn't letting go anytime soon.

"We need backup!" Sam yelled through the earpiece. "Barnes has Y/N and he isn't planning on letting go Steve!" Y/N felt tears in her eyes, prickling and ready to spill. Her bone was cracking, closing in on itself under the rough grasp of The Winter Soldier. His eyes were stern on hers, watching her threatening to cry.

"B-Buck-y. You're hurting m-me." She started to sob and a look of realization washed over his face, he was closing in with his 'good hand' to caress her face and he was starting to loosen his grasp. Until she was let go of completely and Bucky was thrown across the room, laying in a heap unconcious on the ground. Steve had his hands on her face. He was frantic.

"Oh my god did he hurt you? Tell me where it hurts?" She was shaking her head, crying, sobbing, holding her crushed wrist while trying not to apply pressure to it. "You're lying, tell me where it hurts Y/N-" Silence. When Steve glanced at her wrist, examining the fractured bone, he swallowed and there was a pit in his stomach. "Let's get her home, Sam. You'll get there faster than me. I've got Bucky."

Sam took Y/N into his arms easily, careful not to bump her hurt wrist and let her wipe her tears on his shoulder. "We'll get you cleaned up, Beautiful. Up we go." Sam sighed and lifted them into the air with ease, the cool air somewhat soothing Y/N's overheated face.

Y/N's wrist was wrapped securely in a cast, Tony's nurses were working at her diligently. Checking her vitals and making sure she was hyrdated after complaining she might throw up. After getting fluids into her, they were finally finished with her wrist and asked if she wanted anything to eat. She actually agreed she may need something to eat and was served a burger and fries.

Tony leaned up against the door frame and watched her eat comfortably on the sofa. "I'm not a huge fan of him, Y/N...but he's torn up about it." Tony was like the father she had never had. There was simply no other way to explain it. "Steve said he'll stop by in a few. He doesn't want to overwhelm you." Tony made his way to sit next to her, his hands on his knees and waiting for a reply.

"I never believed him, Tony. I didn't think he could turn on just like a light switch. B-but the Bucky we know...that wasn't him...was it?" She turned to her father figure, tears falling when she thought she was finished. "The Bucky I love? That wasn't him? Right?" Wow she must have sounded like a heartbroken sixteen year old girl. "Was it?"

Tony collected Y/N in his arms, she grabbed at his shirt and sobbed into his shoulder. "No, it wasn't him." Oh how he cared for her so much. The daughter he will never have. "I think you should talk to Steve about it more. You and Steve are close to...Bucky. You guys know him best. And maybe if you're ready you can talk to Bucky yourself."

All Y/N did was nod. She knew that the next time she saw Bucky his eyes would be softer and he'd have a looser image, one that wasn't so tense. One that wasn't ready to kill her. Tony slipped away from her and patted her shoulder. "I'll come back later to talk. Steve's going to want his turn."

As if on cue Steve appeared in the doorway when Tony was on his way out. And the familiar face behind Steve, Bucky anxiously waited to see her. Tony gave a questioning look to Steve but they communicated through their eyes and Tony nodded to the both of them and left. Y/N sat upright and cradled her hurt arm, staring down at her plate.

"How are you holding up?" Steve took his place next to her. Bucky watched with a lump in his throat, closing the door but never moving closer. The way she didn't look afraid when Steve sat with her. What had he done?

"I've been better." She scoffed and wiped away the tears in her eyes. She tried to cover her heartbreak with a smile and waved her cast around. "You can sign it for me." But it was clear that she was in pain, physically and emotionally. Steve only ghosted his smile and patted her thigh.

Bucky could feel his face heating up. "That wasn't you...was it?" Steve swallowed, the hope in her voice overwhelming. "Right?" She tried her best to refrain was crying as she had done with Tony.

"Y/N..." Steve watched Bucky stare at the floor with guilt in his stance. He pinched the bridge of his nose and then looked up, his eyes red and glossy. "Right before I got there...you talked to him. Before I tossed him out like a rag doll. Y-your voice made him come to." Silence. "It wasn't him, I've been trying to tell him that all night. All this time he's been doing those Hydra missions? It wasn't him. Not the Bucky I know, because Y/N, the Bucky I know is the Bucky you know."

"Steve-" She whispered but he kept talking. She wasn't able to finish her thought.

"My Buck is your Buck. I'm not forcing you to think the same or think any differently than you already do. I just want you to see my side of things. Because you're a lot softer than the rest of the team. Okay?" The captain pushed himself off of the sofa and started heading for the door. "Just take it easy on each other okay? I'll let you have a moment."

The door closed. The Winter...no, Bucky and Y/N were left in the room all alone. And there was silence. It wasn't awkward but it was tense because of the events that had happened not two hours before was still recurring and fresh in their minds. "Y/N-" His sweet voice, he was himself again.

"Bucky." Y/N stared at her plate.

He took a few hesitant steps forward but stopped when she looked up. "I-I hate myself. M-more than I did before." Y/N shook her head but Bucky disagreed. "Because you and Steve are all I have. And I can't picture you...not being there. To think that I could have killed you tonight? That scares the shit out of me." His silver fingers tugged at his shirt, a nervous habit. "I tried so hard...to fight it off. But that's why I never wanted you to see me at work because it gets dangerous. Just like that."

"Bucky-" She pleaded.

He knelt before her, the same hand that nearly crushed her shortly before, was caressing her cheek. "No listen. Please." He moved closer. His tan, lively hand settling on her knee. "I feel like I shouldn't even touch you because...because I feel like you're goijng to disappear right now. Who knows if that will ever happen again? I just want you to know that I'm a fool for you and what happened tonight was me, no matter what Steve says to you. But I wouldn't have done it if it were up to me." His throat was on fire. His body screaming at him to close a gap, or to give himself closure.

It amazed Bucky how she didn't flinch away from him. Perhaps he wasn't too late? Y/N wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around his neck and hug him. But she didn't move and she felt her breath catch in her throat. Silence fell but Bucky could hear his heart racing when Y/N made the bold move to rest her face in his palm, the same one that betrayed her shortly before.

"You're too good for this." The statement made her glance up quickly. Her eyes searched for any other sign of regret in Bucky's eyes. But there was none. "Too good to work with me. For us-" He paused. There was simply nothing else to say. All he could do was shrug and run his thumb along the corner of her mouth. "I am so sorry." His eyes softened, the friendly eyes of the broken man she had fallen for all along.

She wasn't afraid of him. What pushed her off of the sofa and into his arms and pressing her lips to his was faith. Her gut instinct which she had felt the same as Steve, Bucky was Bucky. He was broken in millions of shards and hated himself, for something that wasn't his fault. Turning into a machine when he was told to, and he had no other choice. Y/N didn't hate him, or fear him and she knew she should be afraid.

Nobody in their right mind would sit there and kiss The Winter Soldier. It wasn't an option because Y/N was kissing Bucky. Her Bucky. Steve's Bucky. Tony's Bucky. The Bucky everybody befriended when he needed somewhere to go and the Bucky that found himself there, with Y/N being patched up after every mission where he was trying to be good. Where he was good and was a hero, a super soldier with a soft heart and some issues. A work in progress.

Y/N's hand fit in the crook of his firm neck, her hurt wrist resting over his shoulder. His hands on her hips, squeezing her slightly as his only response. A soft but satisfied groan tumbled from the both of them. "You're too good to me." But Bucky didn't know what else to say. Y/N only soothingly pressed her fingers in small circles in his neck to relieve some of the tension in his muscles.

"That wasn't you, Bucky." She gently pressed her forehead against his and caressed his cheek with her soft thumb. "You are ten times the man that Hydra made you. Don't hate yourself for something you can't help." Bucky sighed. "Have faith, like I do. Or try to. For me?"

"Anything for you. You know that." He stated as if it was obvious. And it was crystal clear. Y/N looked up at the door where Steve and Tony watched, casually leaning against the doorframe. Steve's smile was wide, not just because he was happy she had forgiven Bucky, but because he was waiting for them to make a move on each other. Tony didn't seem so amused, just watching over his 'adopted' daughter with an authority figure aura radiating off of him. Three little words uttered from Bucky's lips made Y/N's face heat up and a look of shock wash over her, "I-I love you."

Lmao please yell at me if it’s disgusting bc it probably is

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Request: Can I request a civil war!Bucky oneshot where Reader comes home to Bucky (in his little apartment) to find him and Steve staring at eachother and like Steve points a gun and asks who's she and then Bucky gets all protective and they both escape the black panther together and fluff (sorry for long request 😂) love your writing!❤️

A/N: Are there any classes for naming your work because I feel like I need some... Anyways, this is basically just the chasing scene from Civil War only it’s described by me. Of course I left some parts out and also there are some parts with the reader that I’ve changed to fit the story but... yeah. I literally watched the scene while writing this, pausing it every few seconds to be as accurate as possible. I realize I could have just come up with something myself but... gotta stay true to Marvel. I don't know if that bothers some of you but I'm sorry if it does. It’s messy, probably not easy to understand but if you’ve seen Civil War (which I’m sure you have at this point) you might know what I’m talking about. It’s not very fluffy, sorry about that. It’s hard to mix action and fluff. Hope you’ll like it either way! ALSO, I keep referring to T'Challa as the 'guy with the cat suit' or armor or whatever bc the reader nor Bucky knows who it is and i mean, he wears a scary cat suit okay idk

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Warning(s): well... fighting, gunfire... that’s it??

Walking along the streets of Bucharest, you came across a stand where a man was selling different fruits. You went over and decided to buy some plums for Bucky who was waiting for you in the small apartment you were staying in, laying low.

You thanked the man after you purchased the few fruits and turned around, seeing a magazine stand on the other side of the street. You were surprised not to see anyone inside the stand and walked over. As you got closer, you started hearing someone talking with a rushed voice to a policeman.

Fortunately you understood Romanian.

"The man with the metal arm!" You heard the man say. He then turned the magazine he was holding and showed it to the policeman. "I saw him!"

You rushed over and grabbed the magazine from him, seeing Bucky's face plastered on the main page. You read the title and saw that he was being blamed for a bombing that happened in Vienna. You frowned and shoved the magazine back to the man who had been holding it. You started running to the apartment, worrying about Bucky.

Now that he had been recognized, it was just a matter of time that someone was going to find him. You still believed you had a bit more time so you walked up the stairs once you made it to the apartment building. You skipped a few steps at a time while going up and you opened the door to the apartment.

"Hey, Bucky." You greeted. "I heard the news, I th—" You stopped talking as you saw Bucky in the apartment but not alone. Captain America, Steve Rogers, was behind him.

Steve was quick to grab a gun and point it towards you. You lifted your hands up, dropping the small bag of plums on the ground and looked at Bucky with a confused look.

"Who is she?" Asked Steve.

Bucky grabbed the gun from Steve and crunched it up in his metal hand. You sighed in relief and bent down to grab the small plastic bag and walked over to Bucky, placing your hand on his shoulder. You looked at Steve to see him give you a confused look.

"I'm a friend." You answered simply.

Steve seemed to be still hesitant about you and he turned to Bucky again. "Who is she?" He repeated.

"What she said." Bucky replied. "She's a friend."

You smiled, lowering your hand from Bucky's shoulder and turned to the man in the uniform. "I mean no harm. I'm here to help him." You told Steve.

Steve gave Bucky a look who just adverted his gaze to the floor.

You started hearing sounds from above you and your eyes widened. "Is someone already here?" You asked quietly while looking intently at Steve.

"How do you know her?" Steve asked again.

You pushed past Bucky and looked at Steve with an accusing finger pointed at him. "Hey, Cap." You started. "We can talk later and get to know each other over a cup of coffee when we have the time," you said with a roll of your eyes. "But I need you to tell me if somebody is here to take him." You said while looking at Steve with determination behind your eyes. You were not going to give up. You took another step closer to Steve and he grabbed his shield as if he expected you to attack him.

Bucky was quick to grab you and pull you back behind him. He held his arm in front of you as if he was shielding you from Steve.

You turned to look at him and saw his jaw clench as he lowered his arm. He looked at Steve and the two began talking, completely ignoring you.

You heard some noises again and you tapped Bucky's shoulder. "I think we should leave." You said with a whisper as the two continued to talk.

"Did you work for HYDRA?" Steve asked, cocking a brow.

You shook your head. "Technically—"

"They're not going to trust you."

You huffed and ran a hand over your face. "I really think we should get out of here."

Steve and Bucky began talking again and you rushed around the apartment, grabbing everything you thought you'd need when you finally got to flee.

"This doesn't have to end in a fight, Buck." Steve said as Bucky began taking off his gloves.

As you continued hearing noises from behind the door of the apartment, you began to think differently.

"It always ends in a fight." Bucky said.

"You pulled me from the river." Steve raised his voice, changing the subject. "Why?"

Bucky let out a sigh and looked at Steve. "I don't know." He said blatantly.

"Yes, you do." Steve fought back.

And you knew he did too.

Before you could interrupt them, something was thrown through the window. All three of you turned to look at the object and gladly Steve was quick enough to swing it back before it hit anyone. The object exploded but nobody got hurt.

Another bomb as thrown through yet another window and it landed on the ground in front of Bucky. He kicked it towards Steve who placed his shield on top of it, preventing it from exploding and hurting the people in the room.

You heard shouting in German from the other side of the door and turned around, eyes widening as you didn't know what to expect to come from there. All you heard was a loud thump.

Bucky knelt down on the floor and grabbed the mattress, shielding himself from the firing coming through the windows. You made sure to step closer to him and make sure the mattress was covering you as well.

The loud banging kept going on on the other side of the door and Bucky threw the mattress off of him, turning to look at the door as well. He made a move to grab the small dining table you had in the apartment and throw it in front of the door to make it harder to get through.

You gasped quietly as you heard glass shattering and saw two men coming through the windows that had already been used to their advantage and you turned around to fight one of the men but Bucky was a lot faster than you and he hit the man straight in the face.

The other man was ready to shoot in your and Bucky's direction but Steve pulled the carpet from beneath the man's feet, making the man fall down on the ground, still firing the shots.

You quickly grabbed your backpack and put the plastic bag of plums in it and looked at Bucky. "What do we do?"

Bucky didn't answer. He bolted to the door that let outside and kicked the man coming in, sending him flying back.

"Buck, stop!" Steve demanded and grabbed the hood of Bucky's jacket. Bucky turned around to face the captain with an angry yet terrified look on his face. "You're gonna kill someone." Steve added.

Bucky pushed him to the ground and punched a hole on the floor and looked Steve dead in the eye. "I'm not gonna kill anyone," he said while grabbing his own backpack and pulling it through the hole. He threw it out of the door. You ran over and looked at the backpack falling to the building across from the one you were in.

"Wow." You said quietly. "Can you throw this one too?" You asked while handing him your backpack.

Bucky gave you a slightly annoyed glare and threw that one out too, making it land perfectly next to his.

Another pair of geared up policemen came in the apartment and Bucky pulled you behind him, lifting his metal arm to shield the both of you from the bullets. Steve was quick to cover Bucky as well with his shield, it was a much better way to avoid getting shot.

A gun poked in from the window next to the three of you and Bucky noticed it, pushing Steve towards the window, making him collide with the policeman outside and crash through the window.

You stared in bewilderment and turned to Bucky again. "Did you just throw him out of the window?" You asked in disbelief.

Bucky didn't answer though, he kept his focus on the enemy and held up his metal hand, making the bullets shot at him bounce off the material before he got close enough the knock the policeman out.

You heard shots outside and knew that more people were going to come in the apartment. Your breathing was quick and erratic. You were scared, of course you were. Bucky quickly made his way to the door and before anyone could enter, he pushed his fist through the door, hitting one of the people outside. He then charged at the door which sent it flying forward and hitting a couple of people.

He started going down the stairs and you followed after him, helping him fight off the people trying to catch him. People were flying left to right, hitting walls, the floor, every surface, really.

Bucky fought off a couple of people while pushing another one, sending him to the other side of the railing, almost making him fall down. Steve, who had appeared just then, grabbed the falling man and looked at Bucky saying, "Come on, man."

Bucky didn't respond, he just knocked out another man and continued his escape, making sure you were following behind.

Bucky held your hands and pulled you closer to him, he wrapped his arms around his shoulders before he grabbed a railing and jumped, making the railing bend in a way that the two of you could skip a couple of floors and save some time. He kicked another policeman through a door and you jumped off of his back.

Bucky grabbed your hand again and told you to hold on tight, which you did. You closed your eyes as he made a jump through the space between the staircases. You didn't want to open your eyes as you fell down several floors.

The fall came to a quick stop as Bucky grabbed on a railing, grunting as he did. The sudden halt made you lose your grip on him and let out a scream. Bucky quickly took a hold of your hand and threw you over the railing, making you crash on the wall before dropping down to the floor.

You grunted but got off the floor, ignoring the pain you were feeling. You watched as Bucky got over the railing as well and kick through yet another door.

You watched him starting to near the balcony outside and you knew he was going to make a jump for it. You cursed under your breath and grabbed the hood of Bucky's jacket, making him turn around. "You know I can't make that jump." You told him.

"Yes, you can." He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you along with him.

"No, I can't!"

"Well, you have to!" He yelled.

You let out a breath and nodded, gulping. Bucky kept his hand on yours as he neared the balcony across the hall. He started picking up his pace little by little and soon he was full on sprinting. Sooner than you would have liked, he jumped over the railing of the balcony.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked at the street below you. You felt Bucky's hand yank you forward which you did, making you fall down on the rooftop. You quickly stood up and the two of you grabbed your backpacks and started running.

"What now?" You asked but before Bucky could answer, you saw a third person's shadow joining yours on the floor before you. "Bucky, look out!" You yelled but it was too late. The person kicked Bucky on the back of his head and rolls over him, standing up and revealing his black cat-like suit. You cursed under your breath, the man looked intimidating as hell.

"Y/N, go." Bucky said as he eyed the man covered in a black armor.

"What? No!"

"Just go!" Bucky yelled and looked at you. "I'll catch up."

You were about to protest again but Bucky attacked the man who of course fought back. You mumbled curses under your breath and although Bucky had told you to leave, you didn't do that. You ran up to the two and kicked the man off of Bucky. The man was quick to launch back at you but Bucky jumped in front of you, taking the hit or the scratch of the man's claws.

The man held up well on his own. He was fighting the two of you at the same time and didn't seem to to be having much of a problem with that.

Suddenly you felt the sharp nails of his suit making contact with your shoulder and you yelled out in pain. He kicked you, sending you flying back. You looked in his direction and saw that his claws were inches away from Bucky's face. Bucky was using all of his strength on keeping the claws away.

Suddenly shots were fired again and you took cover and watched the man in the suit just look towards the source of the bullets. The armor was bulletproof which made you even more intimidated.

Bucky took his chance to kick the man down while he was distracted by the bullets. You ran up to them with your backpacks and handed Bucky the one belonging to him before the two of you neared the edge of the roof.

Bucky placed a hand beneath your knees and pulled you up, holding you in his arms as he jumped down from the roof, landing safely on the ground. He placed you down and the two of you began running.

As you were running along a street, Bucky pulled you back and jumped off a bridge to the tunnel below it. You yelped but recovered quickly, you didn't have much of a choice.

You ran along the cars, trying to pick up the pace the best you could. The man that you encountered on the rooftop was still behind you. Your legs were burning but you couldn't stop. You didn't have the choice to do so. You had to run.

Bucky seemed to notice you getting exhausted and he looked around, seeing a motorcycle coming straight ahead. He grabbed it, pushing the person off of the vehicle and turned it around in the air. You jumped on the motorcycle as it landed and Bucky took off, driving as fast as possible.

You looked behind you, seeing the man in the black cat suit jumping over a car and you turned back to Bucky, tapping his shoulders. Just as you were about to tell him to go faster the man jumped towards you. Bucky grabbed him by the throat and the man twisted his body so he could swing to the other side, making the motorcycle tilt, almost making the side collide with the ground but Bucky held his metal hand against the asphalt, keeping the motorcycle going.

The man jumped towards you again but you kicked him, sending him back. Bucky then lifted the motorcycle up and continued his way.

Bucky reached the end of the tunnel and threw a bomb in the air. You looked in confusion as the bomb stuck to the roof and you turned to Bucky again. "Where the hell did you get that?"

The bomb exploded and just as you were about to sigh in relief because you successfully avoided getting caught you felt sharp nails sticking into your back and you cried out in pain, making Bucky lose focus and turn to you. The man's claws then sunk into the wheel in the back and the motorcycle fell, making all three of you roll on the ground.

Just as the black suited man was about to attack Bucky again, Steve came out of nowhere and pushed him to the ground.

Bucky pushed himself off of the ground and went over to you, placing his hand on your cheek. You slowly opened your eyes while breathing heavily. "Are you okay?" He asked with worry.

You shook your head as you sat up, crying out in pain as you lifted your wounded back off of the ground. Bucky took a look at the wounds and grimaced. "We need to get those cleaned." He said and placed his hand on your back, making you wince. "Sorry." He apologized quietly.

You held onto him, feeling your legs give up on you from all the running. "I don't think I can run anymore." You told him truthfully, feeling slightly ashamed. "I'm so tired." You whispered, feeling your eyes closing.

Bucky placed his arm under your knees and another behind your back but before he could lift you up, he started hearing sirens all around and stayed in place.

You heard the sirens as well and lifted your head, looking up at Bucky who was looking terrified. You sat up and got on your feet, Bucky following your actions. Soon a lot of people were surrounding you and pointing their guns at you. You cursed under your breath and lifted your hands up in surrender.

You looked at the man in the bullet proof suit that was chasing you only a minute ago and saw that he was taking his mask off. You recognized him to be T'Challa. "You've got to be kidding me." You muttered under your breath, not loud enough for anyone else to hear. You had heard his father, who also happened to be the king of Wakanda, had died in Vienna. T'Challa was clearly hungry for revenge. From the way he was looking at Bucky you could tell that the cat wouldn't keep his claws to himself for long.

You then looked to Steve who was looking at T'Challa in confusion as a few men came behind him and tied his hands behind his back.

Suddenly someone grabbed your hands as well and yanked them behind you, cuffing them.

"Don't touch her." Bucky growled and took a step towards you but his hands were yanked back as well. He started to pull away and succeeded only to have more people pointing their guns at him.

You turned towards Bucky and looked him straight in the eye. "It's okay, just calm down." You said, not wanting him to get in more trouble.

"She's not a part of this let her go!" He fought back, ignoring what you said.

"Bucky." You said through gritted teeth. "Calm. Down."

Bucky tried to wriggle away which made the person holding his hands kick the back of his knees, making him fall on the ground. You knew he was holding back a little because he could have easily taken the guy down.

"Bucky, it's all going to be okay, you hear me?" I say as he looks up at me. "I just need you to calm down."

Bucky saw the pleading look in your eyes and decided to do as he was told and calm down.

The person holding you started to take you away, leading you to one of the cars.

"Don't hurt her!" You heard Bucky yell out.

"Bucky!" You turned your head to scold him, sending him a warning look.

Bucky only looked at you back with sad eyes. As the person holding you opened the car door and shoved you in, you saw Bucky mouthing, "I'm sorry."

You just shrugged. "Not your fault." You mouth back, seeing his gaze advert to the ground. You watched the car door shut and lock and you laid your head on the backrest, muttering under your breath, frustrated and angry from getting caught.

You turned your head and looked at Bucky through the window, seeing him looking back at you as he was guided the other way. The fearful look in his eyes broke your heart. You let out a sigh and rested your head back again, hoping everything will turn out alright.

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