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Treat

Summary: You only wanted something to go right today and maybe that thing is waiting for you at home.

Pairing(s): Thor x Fem!Midgard!Reader

Warnings: swearing

Today was one of those days. You had slept right through your alarm for training, which resulted in you getting your ass chewed out by Sam. Then, as you were walking to a meeting, which you were also late for because Sam made you do everything you missed in training, someone slammed into you, knocking you to the ground along with all the papers you had needed. “Fucking hell,” you cursed under your breath, quickly gathering the materials that dropped.

“I am so sorry, my little dove.” You slightly relaxed as the voice of your loving boyfriend entered your ears. He leaned down and helped pick up the papers, handing them to you. “I didn’t see you there. Why are you in such a rush,” Thor asked with genuine curiosity.

“I am late for a meeting with Fury and some of the others. And if I’m any later, I think Fury will have my hind end hanging above his fireplace. So, if you’ll excuse me.” Rushing around the mountain of a god, you practically sprinted towards your destination.

After what seemed like forever and twenty days, you were dismissed from the meeting, but not without getting reprimanded (again) by Sam. This time, though, he took more action. “I’m barred from missions,” you asked incredulously. “You’re kidding me, right? I was late twice and that’s enough to get me sidelined?”

“Yes, it is. And you will be until I decide that you are ready to go back.” Sam was really pushing it. The first time being late was your fault, you will admit, but the second was absolutely not your fault.

“This is bullshit and you know it, Wilson. Barnes was late five times last week, five, and you did nothing about it. And yet I’m the one getting barred from missions for being late twice, once of which was your fucking fault?” Your voice had raised past the speaking volume, nearing a shouting one. Sam looked at you like you had eight heads. “Fine. But maybe we shouldn’t play favorites just because Barnes is with your damn sister.”

Roughly grabbing your work, you walked out of the office, leaving Sam too stunned to speak. Maybe you had taken it too far with your last statement, but you didn’t care. It truly was unfair. But it was the truth and everybody knew it. While everybody around would get significantly harsher punishments, Bucky would be let off with, at most, a slap on the damn wrist. And you were sick and tired of it.

Slamming the front door open and shut, you slipped your shoes off at the door and put your work on the kitchen table. Thor had clearly heard your entrance as he was walking down the stairs within moments of you sitting down. “Hard day, my dove?” He brought his hands up, trying to massage the tension from your shoulders.

“Yeah. Wilson barred me from missions for the next month,” your voice was barely above a whisper, sadness finally creeping its way through you. You could feel Thor tense up behind you, but he said nothing. “I was only late twice. I’ve never been late since I started working with the team and all of a sudden, it’s such a big deal.” Tears of frustration sprang to your eyes, still not understanding.

“I’m so sorry. Maybe I could speak with Sam and clear this up.” You shook your head, not wanting to have Thor fight your battles for you.

“It wouldn’t even matter. He’s made up his mind.” You turned around in your seat, coming face-to-chest with your love. Peering up at him, Thor could clearly see the sadness dwelling in your eyes, so he decided to change that and make the rest of your evening…happier.

“How about you go take a nice, hot shower and relax,” he suggested, rubbing up and down your arms in a comforting style. “I’ll take care of everything else. I’ll even order food from that place you like so much.” At the mention of your favorite mom-and-pop diner, the sorrow in your soul slowly dissipated.

Without even saying a word, you got out of the chair and stood up, having to get on your tip-toes, pressing a chaste kiss to Thor’s lips. “Thank you, baby,” you said before walking upstairs and turning yourself nearly as red as a lobster.

You’d really have to thank Thor for suggesting a shower because it was like hitting the reset button. The tension in your shoulders and back lessened quite a bit, making you relax to the point where you almost fell asleep standing up. It was like a damn blessing.

After you finished showering and getting much more comfortable clothing on, you headed back downstairs, only to be hit with the smell of freshly made breakfast-for-dinner. As he heard you approaching, Thor turned towards you, smiling at his newly relaxed girl. “Better,” he asked, genuine curiosity lacing his voice.

“Very much.” Getting close enough, you wrapped your arms around Thor’s midsection, resting your head on his broad chest. He immediately wrapped his arms across your shoulders, giving you the comfort and warmth you’d been seeking out all day.

“Well, I have to keep my queen happy. Now, let’s eat.” And that’s what you did for the evening; eating pancakes and eggs for dinner with your loving and adoring king until you both retired to the bedroom, ready to put the stress of the day behind you.

#thor odinson #thor odinson x reader #thor x reader #marvel #thor imagine #imaginesmcu #thor fluff

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Too Much

Summary: Some people have the misconception that ADHD means someone just has a “quirky” personality, except it is anything but. And sometimes, it gets messy.

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x ADHD!Reader

Warnings: sensory overload, swearing, panic attack

Do not copy, translate, or post any of my stories anywhere you write stories, whether that’s here, Wattpad, or Ao3.

Most days, you’ve got it under control. You take your meds the way the doctor prescribed them and you carry on with your day. Other days, it’s a bit more challenging. Time feels like it’s moving too slow but too fast all at once. Getting out of bed feels like wrestling with an alligator, the sun is just a bit too bright, the sound of the wind hitting the building is too loud and everything feels like it’s notched up to eleven. Life is more of a struggle to get through on these days and it’s the most dreadful experience that you can dwell on. But, you have to try to push through because after all, bad guys aren’t going to stop trying to take over the planet because you’re not having a good day.

You woke up with a gut feeling that something was going to go wrong today but you couldn’t really place your finger on what it was. Shaking off the nagging feeling, you got out of bed, a bit sluggish, but nothing a cup of coffee couldn’t fix (hopefully). After getting dressed, you went downstairs to be met by a less-than enthusiastic team quietly munching on breakfast. You made yourself a cup of coffee before grabbing your meds and downing them both like your life depended on it.

As the day progressed, you noticed how everything was becoming a bit overwhelming. For instance, you were training with Sam and every time your skin connected with his, you swear you could feel every fiber on him. When you were sitting in the common area working on a debriefing for Fury, Yelena walked in and sat just far enough away from you to not be a bother. But her presence alone ignited something in you. Getting up from the couch and grabbing the case, you left without even saying a word, heading towards the kitchen, where nobody was thankfully.

That was until Bucky had walked into the kitchen. Big mistake, although it wasn’t really his fault. “Hey doll. How’re you doing?” An innocent question, just wondering how your day’s going. Unfortunately, your brain didn’t like the fact that he had talked and disturbed your peace and quiet, even though you had it when Yelena sat by you.

An irritated sigh left your mouth. “I’m fine.” Short, sweet and simple. Hopefully he’ll leave you alone now.

But today just wasn’t your day. “That’s good. Wanna do something later? We could go out to eat or we can just order in and put something on Netflix if you want.” The more he talked, the more you just wanted to disappear and never come back out. Your brain felt like it was on the verge of exploding as Bucky kept talking, suggesting ideas for a date night.

“Sorry to interrupt, and not to be rude, but if you keep talking, I think I’m going to fling myself in front of a bus.” With your sudden remark, Bucky immediately halted his words, looking at you as if you had three heads.

“Are you ok, doll?” Bucky asked, moving a bit closer to rest his hand on yours. The suddenness of his hand touching yours immediately made you recoil your hand away from his. That was your breaking point.

Tears filled your eyes as you grabbed your files off the table and rushed out of the kitchen, making your way towards the staircase, deciding that the elevator would take too long to get you where you wanted to go. As fast as you managed to go, it didn’t feel fast enough. You just wanted to be in the safety and quiet of your own room, where nobody could bother you.

Finally arriving at your room, you locked yourself inside, allowing yourself a moment of peace and quiet before the sobs took over. It felt like everything was collapsing in on you, a heavy weight settling on your chest that made it hard to breathe. There was a buzzing noise in your ears and you couldn’t figure out where it was coming from, your clothes were too tight, the fan pushing air around was too loud, and you just wanted everything to stop.

It felt like hours before you finally moved from in front of the door to your bed, letting the marshmallow-like square swallow you and your troubles. After a while, you felt like everything was slowly coming to a stop; the buzzing in the back of your head, the constant humming from the ceiling fan, and you felt like your clothes were breathable again. Everything was going back to normal.

You didn’t know how much time passed, but you were pulled from your nap by a three-sequenced tapping at your door. “Baby, can I come in?” You sighed, knowing sooner or later you’d have to face Bucky.

Getting up, you made your way to the door, unlocking and opening it for the supersoldier. A look of great concern crossed his features as Bucky took a good look at you after not seeing you for a few hours. Your hair was all tousled, the bags under your eyes even darker than before. Bucky could see the tear tracks that ran down your cheeks. “Are you OK?”

You nodded, trying to gather your thoughts in order to example why the fuck you were acting like an asshole earlier. Gently grabbing his hand, you led Bucky into your room, closing the door behind you with a click. “You know I have ADHD, right?”

“That’s what your medicine is for,” he said in understanding.

I nodded. “So, sometimes, the medicine doesn’t work as well as it normally does and it makes everything much more…amplified. Like, the dial’s been turned up to the max and then some.” It’s like something clicked in Bucky’s brain as he was piecing together all the things that happened.

“Wow. Your brain really doesn’t like you, does it?” You chuckled as you shook your head no, both of you making your way over to sit on the end of your bed. “Sometimes I get like that, you know? Cause of the serum and all, so I kinda know what it’s like. But, next time this happens, come right to me, ok doll? You don’t have to suffer alone because of it.”

“Thanks, Buck.”

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polish government has opened a website for ukrainians seeking safety and trying to cross the ukrainian-polish border:

ua.gov.pl

as of 13:10 polish time, it has been said as many people as possible will be let through the borders. they are also supposed to let through children who do not have passports, as to not divide families.

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imaginesga1ore · 3 years

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This blog is pro choice and supports people’s right to have an abortion

If you think abortion should be made illegal, that it’s “murder”, that it’s a sin, that people should be forced to give birth as “consequences” for having sex, or any other anti choice/forced birth bullshit, then kindly fuck off.

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Loves Harsh Reality

Summary: Life is a bitch.

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader (all platonic)

Warnings: swearing, mention of past/current abuse

Prompt: “You want what everyone wants. You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure, and maybe even a little danger.”

Word Count: 1780

Do not copy, translate, or post any of my stories anywhere you write stories, whether that’s here, Wattpad, or Ao3.

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Life never treated you well. Not even when you were just an innocent child, trying to navigate your way in this terrible world. You were forced into a cold and unloving organization that was run by people who don’t really give a shit that you were only 2 when they stole you. They never treated you like a human, more like a laboratory experiment, which kind of went haywire. When you were brought in, the sleaze running this entire operation stripped you of everything you had so far, which was only a name you had just barely begun to learn, and they assigned you a number, much like a court case; experiment 973. And that’s what you went by for the next 23 years of your life.

The day you were rescued from that deranged and psychotic place was...hectic to say the least. It began like any other day while you were their little pet; get woken up at the ass crack of you don’t know when, test out your powers until you physically passed out and then get ungracefully woken again only to be forced to use your powers. This continues for hours on end before these assholes make you go fight actual people in hopes that you aren’t lacking in physical strength. You fight until bodies start piling up and when your sadistic handlers are satisfied with your progress, as if you haven’t they haven’t been training you to take down monsters bigger than Goliath himself. But something wasn’t right and you could feel it in the enclosed space of your cell.

While you normally had a rough awakening by someone poking, prodding, and eventually yanking you out of bed, nobody was there. In fact, there wasn’t even a peep from the cells neighboring yours. That was until you heard multiple gunshots and multiple bodies slumping against the floor. See, the thing about HYDRA is that they’ve trained you for this exact moment but every single ounce of training they’ve ingrained in your body and mind left the building completely as you hunkered down against the wall furthest from the thick, metal door barricading you from the outside world.

Suddenly, the door you were just measly standing behind came crashing down, dust from the unwashed floor rising. After the dust settled, you looked up to see the poster boy of HYDRA himself, the Winter Soldier. “Steve, I’ve got a live one here. Female, looks to be in her mid-20s,” he whispered into his ear piece. He slowly moved closer, putting his weapon away as he noticed your frail body shaking from fear. “У тебя все нормально? Я ведь не бил тебя дверью?*” Shaking your head, the soldier stopped in front of you, kneeling next to you. “Меня зовут Баки. Что у тебя?” Shrugging your shoulders, you made an attempt to look over at him. “That’s ok. How long have you been here?”

“двадцать три года*,” you said, a bit of hesitation in your voice, finding it hard to speak after decades of being punished if you spoke out of turn. As you finished speaking, you heard another voice, one which you assumed belonged to this Steve person.

“Хорошо. Стив дал мне добро, чтобы мы могли убираться отсюда,” Bucky said, standing back up on his feet. But you weren’t too sure about this. Along with your training, your handlers had pushed on you the notion that the Avengers, and anyone associated with them, were out to harm you, always, and that’s why you needed to be able to defend yourself.

“Ты ведь не сделаешь мне больно, верно? О-или убить меня,” you asked, clear hesitation towards the soldier who was about to grant you freedom from this hellhole.

Bucky looked at you with sympathy drawn over his features. Shaking his head, he gently grabbed your hands, a shiver traveling up your spine at the coolness from the vibranium arm. “Конечно, нет. Я вытащу тебя отсюда.”

-TIME SKIP-

It had been a few months since the Avengers had rescued you from HYDRA and you were beyond grateful that Bucky had stumbled upon you that day. But the fear that HYDRA had instilled in you about being near the Avengers was still running rampant in your system. Whenever someone knocked on your door, or came up behind you, your fight or flight instincts kicked in like that of an animal in the wild. You thought it’d be better by now, considering you have been going to therapy since coming to the compound. But today, all your frustrations came to a head.

You probably should’ve been in bed considering it was 4 in the morning but you needed to burn off some steam. What you failed to realize was that a certain super soldier was sitting in one of the boxes above the training center, watching your every move. But, him being a super soldier meant that he could pick up on more than you realized. Bucky had noticed that blood dripping onto the floor, which came from your terribly wrapped hands.

He knew you were on edge, but not like you were when he first got you out. By the time that you realized Bucky was in your presence, it was a bit too late. You felt a hand on your shoulder; two seconds later you had the body attached to the arm on the floor, your other arm extending towards their throat, keeping them pinned to the floor.

Once the haze cleared, you could tell who it was that you had down on the ground. “Buck? Oh my god.” Quickly pushing yourself off of him, you started pacing the gym floor. “Fucking shit. I am so sorry Bucky. I-I didn’t mean to do it. Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You kept rambling and pacing until Bucky stopped you, stepping in front of you to stop you from wearing a hole in the floor.

“I am fine, кукла. Are you ok? Your hands are bleeding.” Looking down, you saw the streaks of red coming out from under the tape on your hands. “Let’s go get you fixed up, ok?” Nodding, you followed Bucky out of the gym and towards the medical center. “So, what’s got you going at 4 in the morning anyway?”

“I couldn’t sleep. No matter what I tried. I even tried that tea Wanda suggested. By the way, don’t drink it. It tastes like dirt.” Bucky chuckled as you sat on a gurney, grabbing supplies from the cabinets. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t we wait for, you know, a doctor, or an actual medical professional to come in and do this,” you immediately questioned him.

“Do you seriously doubt my suturing skills? I did serve in World War II, so I’m pretty confident that I know my way around a needle and thread,” he said, carefully unraveling the useless tape from around your knuckles, taking a look at the damage. “Yeah, this’ll probably take a little bit, but don’t you worry, Dr. Barnes is always here to help.” Bucky smiled at you, calming your nerves the tiniest bit.

After prepping and numbing you properly, Bucky began stitching your open wounds shut. “So, do you wanna talk about why you couldn’t fall asleep? Talking might help, at least it usually does for me,” Bucky asked, not taking his eyes off his work in progress.

“I, uh, I keep having nightmares. They went away for a bit, when I could actually sleep for the night, but for some reason, they’ve come back,” you admitted quietly, almost like it was a dirty little secret.

“Well, you’ve only been here a few months so I wouldn’t expect your nightmares to just instantly go away. It took me a few years to actually get a good night's sleep with them waking me or anybody else up. So I know exactly how you feel,” he said, finishing up before wrapping your hands in sterile dressings. “And you are all set. Now, no excessive force, which includes going to the gym at 4 in the morning and working out like you are about to fight the Hulk.” You laughed lightly, shoulders loosening up.

“Why are you being so nice to me? I mean, you just stitched up my hands cause I got too into my own brain after I almost choked you when you could’ve just dropped me here and gone back to bed.” Tears filled your eyes once more, a thickening feeling surrounding your concerns.

Bucky sighed, gingerly sitting next to you on the gurney. “When I found you at the base, I knew it wasn’t going to be an easy ride for you. Or for anyone here really. Adding another member to the team can sometimes jostle things around. And I knew for a fact that you would feel like an outcast amongst some of the biggest heroes the world has ever seen...so far,” he said as you laid your head against his arm, wiping away the tears that had made their way down your face. “And I thought maybe, just maybe, if we became friends or even just acquaintances, that you wouldn’t feel so alone here. Cause I know exactly how that feels. And ever since coming here, I can see what I looked like when I was found; lost, felt like I didn’t deserve anything good or even deserving of love. But even though you hide it with a sort of tough exterior and you’re used to being trapped away, I can tell you something about yourself that you probably don’t even know,” Bucky said in a matter-of-fact voice.

“Oh yeah? What would that be,” you asked, quite curious as to what he may have found out.

“You want what everyone wants. You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure, and maybe even a little danger. Cause that’s exactly how I feel right now.” At some point, of which you weren’t sure, Bucky had hooked his fingers under your chin, turning your face up to meet his. Your eyes finally met his, capturing the look of a pure and innocent love in his icy stare. He slowly leaned down, but stopping right before your lips collided. “Is this ok?” Quickly nodding, Bucky pressed his lips to your own, cupping your face as your injured hands made their way to his sides.

Pulling back, Bucky rested his forehead against yours. “Never thought that this is how we would have our first kiss, doll,” he said, making you laugh which in turn caused him to chuckle. “But, I’m not at all opposed to it.”

“I’m glad. Now let’s get out of here. I’m tired.”

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1. У тебя все нормально? Я ведь не бил тебя дверью - Are you ok? I didn’t hit you with the door, did I?

2. Меня зовут Баки. Что у тебя? - My name is Bucky. What’s yours?

3. Это хорошо. Как давно ты здесь? - That’s ok. How long have you been here?

4. двадцать три года - 23 years.

5. Хорошо. Стив дал мне добро, чтобы мы могли убираться отсюда. - Ok. Steve gave me the go ahead so we can get out of here.

6. Ты ведь не сделаешь мне больно, верно? О-или убить меня? - You aren’t going to hurt me right? O-or kill me?

7. Конечно, нет. Я вытащу тебя отсюда. - Of course not. I’m going to get you out of here.

8. Кукла - Doll

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imaginesga1ore · 3 years

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THINGS WRITERS NEED TO HEAR

you are allowed to take a break. you don’t have to write if you don’t feel like it.

everyone has their own pace. it doesn’t matter if you writer one page or ten pages a day, you are still a writer.

your first draft is going to suck. every first draft or every book has sucked. i’ll get better and better as you edit. that’s what editing is for, making your work actually good.

experiment. try out new routines, new styles, new genres. it’ll never harm you. you’ll gain experience and become a better writer. you’ll understand what suits you and what doesn’t.

you don’t need publishing to be a writer. publishing is just an option but if you don’t want to you can just keep your writing to yourself.

if you write, then you’re a writer. no matter how much experience you have, what genre you write, if you are published or not. you are a writer.

everyone is different. everyone has a different style so find your own and rock it. search for inspiration but ultimately focus on what allows you to express your ideas in the best way possible.

you are doing great. no matter how productive you are, how much you’ve written, how fast you write. you are gonna achieve your goal and it’s gonna feel so good.

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i literally can’t stop thinking about this video and i lose it every time

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I wanna try something like this! Send me some prompts

Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it 👀👅

#bucky barnes #tfatws #steve rogers #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #the avengers

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Hello everyone. I know I don't talk much on serious topics but I feel the need to do this. The amount of unarmed black people being killed is absolutely horrifiying. And I know I shouldn't have a say in any of this but it needs to be put out there. Whether you are innocent or guilty, no cop should EVER PULL A FUCKING GUN ON YOU IF YOU ARE COMPLYING! Black lives still fucking matter. And while I'm on the topic, let's talk about the racism that Asian people are facing. There are some seriously fucked up people in this world who have some serious mental problems if they think this virus has anything to do with where it originated and to take it out on the people who are descendants of those nations really pisses me off. It's absolutely revolting that these racists feel the need to beat and try to kill people for something they had nothing to do with.

#blacklivesmatter #stopasianhate

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Hey! Just wanted to get on here real quick and tell my younger readers, if there are any: if you are under the age of 18, DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY BLOG!!! This is not only to protect you from having your blog and stuff deleted, but to protect me and my works. If you are under 18 and you interact with my works that include smut, I can get in very serious legal trouble meaning possible jail time. So go somewhere else. Thanks!!! ✌️

#18+ blog #do not interact if you are a minor

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Who Said It Was Easy (Stucky x Reader)

Pairing(s): Dads!Stucky x Mom!Reader, (OC’s: Margaret Sarah and Elena Brookyln Rogers-Barnes)

Warnings: postpartum depression, anxiety, Steve being a bit of a dick, swearing Summary: People mention how wonderful life is when you have children. What they fail to mention is the damage is causes. Italics = thoughts

Y/N’s POV Weeks had passed since Steve, Bucky, and I brought the girls home. It was an easy adjustment going back home from the hospital. Neither of the girls seemed to be fazed by all the noise that went on around the house, especially when Steve and Bucky started going back on missions. But, I couldn’t help shake the feeling of uneasiness that rested heavy on my shoulders. It was probably the baby blues. It happens to most mothers after they have their babies.

I knew today wasn’t going to be that great. Waking up and getting out of bed felt like an almost impossible task. That was until I heard a shrill cry come from the room right across from me. The boys had been out of town on a mission, that Tony said would only take a couple of days. Sighing, I finally pushed myself out of the bed and walked over to the girls’ nursery, picking up Elena as her face turned bright red with every cry. “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

I tried everything: feeding her, burping, rocking back and forth. But nothing was working. And then Maragret started crying. Tears of my own welled up in the corners of my eyes as thoughts of doubtfulness pecked at my brain. “You’re doing it wrong. You aren’t fit to be a mother.”

I must’ve spaced out because the first thing I heard, instead of Elena and Margaret crying, Steve’s voice was ringing in my ears. “What the hell? Y/N. Do you not hear them?” I looked up just in time to see Steve carefully taking Elena out of my arms and Bucky picking Margaret up from her crib, their cries immediately quieting down. “See? They’re better off without you. Everyone is.”

“I had it, Steve.” Steve looked over at me like I head three heads floating on my shoulders.

“You had it?! Y/N, we could hear them crying before we even walked in the front door. You didn’t have it.” Steve’s voice was stern, a series of chills running up and down my spine. “J-just go. We’ve got it from here, ok?” Steve turned around, his back facing me as he walked out of the room, presumably downstairs to make bottles for the two girls. Bucky followed in suit, leaving me alone with the nasty thoughts swirling around in my brain.

~~Time skip~~ It’s been a couple of hours since Steve and Bucky returned home. After they had made their way downstairs to feed Elena and Margaret, I slowly, but surely, walked back to our shared bedroom and closed the door, having FRIDAY lock the door and make sure nobody got in. Not even the two loves of my life.

What Steve said kept playing in the back of my mind. “You didn’t have it.” He’s right. I didn’t have it. I didn’t have what it meant to be a mother, the sane thought of mind, the ability to take care of the two most important and vulnerable people in my life. Thinking about it now, it didn’t seem like a bad idea to just get up and walk away, act as none of this had ever happened. Act as if I never got recruited to the Avengers, met Steve and Bucky, had our children. None of it would’ve happened. Maybe that’s what’s best...for everyone.

“Look at you. Pathetic. Weak. A waste of everyone’s time. You don’t deserve this.” The darkness and quietness in the room only made me that much more aware of everything happening inside my body. I could hear the blood streaming through my veins, every little noise around me was amplified tenfold. My heart pounded against my chest at, what felt like, a million miles an hour. More tears spilled as my breathing picked up, becoming that much more unstable and rigid.

“Miss Y/N, your heart beat is much more elevated than it should be. I am showing signs of a severe anxiety attack. Would you like me to alert Sergeant Barnes and Captain Rogers?” I shook my head no before realizing she couldn’t see me.

“N-no! Don’t tell them.” I quickly declined her offer, knowing this would pass sooner or later. “Don’t.” There was a ringing in my ears that wasn’t there before and my vision began to swim, black dots surrounding my peripherals. My lungs felt tighter, like I was trying to breathe in salt water; dense, heavy on myself.

Bucky’s POV Steve and I just got finished laying Elena and Margaret back down when FRIDAY announced herself. “Sergeant Barnes, Captain Rogers, it seems that Miss Y/N is having a severe anxiety attack.” We quickly, yet quietly, made our way across the hall, closing the door behind us.

Steve was quicker than I was, getting to the door first, only to find it locked. “Y/N? Sweetheart, open the door please.” We knocked on the door, still not getting a response.

“FRIDAY, unlock the door,” I said, still jiggling the door handle as if that would just magically unlock the damn thing.

“I have been authorized by Miss Y/N to not let anybody enter the master bedroom.” I sighed, moving Steve out of the way and pressing my forehead against the cool metal that separted the three of us.

“Y/N. Fata dulce. Te rog deschide ușa. Cel puțin pentru mine.” I knew Steve wasn’t very well versed in Romanian but Y/N and I were.

“Îl doare pe James,” her hoarse voice was distant. I could tell she had been crying with the thickness in her words.

“Știu că doare, iubito. Dar trebuie să mă lași să întru ca să te pot ajuta, bine? Așa cum faci tu și Steve pentru mine, nu-i așa?” Even from outside of the room, I could hear her heartbeat speed up, like she’d just ran a marathon.

“Nu Steve. Nu-l vreau.” The fear in her voice made my heart sink down into my stomach. Turning back, I looked at Steve, a look of confusion on his face.

“What did she say,” he asked, clearly concerned for her wellbeing.

“She...doesn’t want to see you right now. I’m sorry, bub.” Steve looked at me like I was crazy.

“What do you mean she doesn’t want to see me? I-I didn’t do anything. Right?” Listening to Steve made my heart sink even more.

“I’m not sure what’s happening with her but I’m gonna find out, ok? Why don’t you just go sit with the girls until I come back out and get you, alright?” Steve sighed but nodded, heading back across the hall and going back into the girls’ nursery, closing the door behind him. “Dragă, mă poți lăsa să intru acum. Steve s-a întors în cameră cu Margaret și Elena, bine? Sunt doar eu aici.”

The clicking of the lock was what brought me out of my thoughts. I quickly pushed my way inside of the room, only to close the door and ask FRIDAY to lock it again. “Of course, Sergeant Barnes.” The lock clicked back into place as I looked around the room, my eyes immediately landing on Y/N’s shaking figure, planted dead-center on our bed. “Oh sweetheart.” The quietness of the room made my voice sound ten times louder than the actual whisper that came out of my mouth.

Quickly making my way over to Y/N, I kneeled in front of her, taking in her disheveled appearance: red blotches from the tears, lips swollen from constantly biting them, hunched over while quiet tears streamed down her cheeks. “Y/N? Can you look at me, dragă?” Her head stayed in the same place it was when I walked in, eyes locked on the blanket below her yet staring off into the distance, like nobody was home. “Baby, please look at me? I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong,” my voice begging, hell pleading, with the girl I love to let me in.

“I-I didn’t have it.” Her fingers fidgeted with the blanket before I grasped her hands in mine. “He was right.”

I scoffed, letting go of her hand and hooking my fingers underneath her chin, making her look at me. “Is that what this is all about?” Y/N nodded, the tears finally falling. I sighed, pulling her against my chest as sobs racked through her body. “Baby, don’t listen to a word that asshole says. He will never understand what you’re going through, neither will I. Ok? He never should’ve said that to you. It was completely out of line, especially for Steve.” I ran my hands up and down her back in a comforting motion as her cries slowly turned into sniffles nad hiccups. “I’m gonna go talk to him. Maybe beat some sense into his dumb ass.” Y/N chuckled quietly as she pulled away from me, her face blotched red from crying so hard.

I wiped away any left over tears she had with the sleeve of hoodie and got off the bed. “Why don’t you try and get some rest? I know you must be exhausted.” As I headed towards the door, Y/N made her way underneath the covers. I turned off the lights before opening the door. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Buck.” Her voice was hoarse and she sounded exhausted which seemed about right.

Walking into the hallway, I closed to door quietly as not to alert Y/N nor Steve. I made my way across to the nursery and gently opened the door, seeing Steve standing over Margaret’s crib, watching on as she slept. “Steve, I need to talk to you. Now,” I said, my voice low as my anger rised.

He sighed and walked away from her crib and into the hallway. I walked down to the kitchen so that neither Y/N or the twins would hear us arguing, Steve following in tow.

We finally made it to the kitchen when I turned around and grabbed Steve by the collar of his shirt. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Rogers?!” A look of fear and confusion passed over Steve’s face at my outburst. “Have you lost your goddamn mind?”

“What the hell are you talking about, Buck,” he asked as he pushed my hands down, away from his shirt.

“What am I talking about? Oh let’s see, telling Y/N she didn’t have it. That’s the reason she locked herself in our room. Do you even realize how hard it must’ve been for her, alone with both twins for the first time since they were born?" Looking at Steve, I immediately saw the regret hit him like a shitload of bricks fell from the sky. "That's what I thought."

“I-I did this to her?” I nodded, folding my arms over my chest. He ran his hands over his face as he started pacing around the room. “What the hell do I do? She probably doesn’t wanna see me.” Steve continued to ramble until I walked in front of him, stopping him from burning a hole in the ground.

“Well, you can start by going upstairs and apologizing to Y/N. Make things right with her,” I stated in a matter-of-fact voice. “Then, you can do whatever she needs you to do; hold her, go check on the girls, whatever she needs. Because that was a dick move you pulled, Steve.” He nodded before taking in a deep breath, calming himself down before making his way up to our room.

Y/N’s POV The room was dark and quiet as I tried to fall asleep, like Bucky suggested. But my mind couldn’t stop racing. A plethora of thoughts filled my brain, wrapping their venom-filled whispers speaking directly in my ears. You’ll never be enough, they said. And I believed every word.

Teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, I was pulled back into the land of the living when a sudden knock hit the door. “Y/N?” Steve. “Sweetheart, can I come in please?” Without letting me answer, he walked in, a quiet sigh leaving his lips.

Making his way over to me, Steve kneeled in front of me, a look of pure dread and utter regret crossing his features. I took a quick look at him before turning my attention to the oh so interesting beige wall straight ahead. “Baby, I am so sorry. I never meant t-to hurt you in anyway. It’s just...we came back and you were just standing there. It’s like you were a zombie; there wasn’t any emotion on your face when I walked over to you.” Steve gently ran his hand through my tangled hair, pushing it behind my shoulder.

“So you had to tell me I didn’t have it?” My voice was nasally from all the crying that’d happened before Steve came in. “Do you know how hard it was to deal with not one but two babies Steve? All by myself. A-and I couldn’t call anyone because I would’ve bothered them. And you and Buck weren’t here to help and I just...” I couldn’t even finish my sentence as I broke down again, sobbing into the shared covers of our bed.

Steve immediately hold me, pulling me close to him. “Doll, I cannot apologize enough. I will never be able to know exactly what you are going through. But things are gonna start changing around here, ok?” He pulled back from the hug, grabbing a tissue and wiping the tears off my face. “I’m gonna stay home more, spend more time with you and the girls. Hopefully Bucky too but who knows?” Steve threw the tissue in the garbage before sitting me up and sitting himself on the edge of the bed.

“Well, I’ve already talked to Fury and he’s willingly agreed to send us on less missions,” Bucky stated with a matter-of-fact tone in his voice as he stood in the doorway. He walked closer, settling himself right next to me, and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Y/N, you know you could’ve called us. It doesn’t matter if we were on a mission halfway across the globe or at the grocery store. We would’ve dropped everything, and I mean everything, to come back to our girls. There’s no shame in needing help. Even if it’s hard to admit it.”

I nodded, sniffling away the tears that had stayed behind. “I-I know. I just...wanted to prove that I could do this on my own, I guess,” my voice quiet against the emptiness of the bedroom walls. "I wanted you guys to be able to go back the way things were; you two going on missions, doing debriefings, hell even having team nights. I didn't want to bother you."

Bucky's right hand ran up and down my arm in a comforting motion. "Sweetheart, nothing is going to go back to the way it was. And honestly, I don't want it to. Cause now I have two more reasons to come home in one piece. Before you got pregnant, it was just you and Steve I had to take care of. Now, I get to take care of my two best girls. So, if that means going on less missions, less debriefings, spending less time with the team, hell, I'm all for this. I'd rather be up here with you four then downstairs with people that I still barely know. Ok?"

I nodded, feeling him press a chaste kiss to my temple. His way of saying that everything's going to work out. Even if it took some time.

Translations: 1. Fata dulce. Te rog deschide ușa. Cel puțin pentru mine. - Sweet girl. Please open the door. At least for me. 2. Îl doare pe James. - It hurts James. 3. Ştiu că doare, iubito. Dar trebuie să mă lași să întru ca să te pot ajuta, bine? Așa cum faci tu și Steve pentru mine, nu-i așa? - I know it hurts, baby. But you have to let me in so I can help you, okay? Like you and Steve do for me, don’t you? 4. Nu Steve. Nu-I vreau. - Not Steve. I don’t want him. 5. Dragă, mă poți lăsa să intru acum. Steve s-a întors în cameră cu Margaret și Elena, bine? Sunt doar eu aici. - Honey, you can let me in now. Steve went back to the room with Margaret and Elena, okay? It’s just me here.

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