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I miss them together!
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Thanos: *Gets down on one knee*
Y/n: Oh my god, it’s finally happening.
Thanos: *Falls over*
Y/n: The poison is kicking in.
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Feels like home
Painting for my Sambucky artbook. All info here
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As much as I like seeing Sambucky using cute pet names for each other even in moments of high tension or in conflict I’m also a big fan of the reverse trope where – no matter how long they’ve been together – they still refer to their partner as “dude”, “man”, or “this guy” on regular basis.
Something about Sam fondly saying “dude...” after Bucky proposed or about Bucky referring to Sam as “this guy over there” instead of “my husband” after over 10 years of their very public marriege is very fitting for their relationship.
(You can also combine the two versions and make them use “sweetheart” and “love” just as often as “man” and “Wilson”/”Barnes” to keep the people around them confused. Are they saying “darling” ironically? Did they start using last names more often, because they’re mad at each other? You’ll never know and these two certainly won’t clarify.)
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Sam *over the phone*: Hey, sweetheart :) Could you buy some sugar on your way home. I completely forgot about it today.
Bucky: Yeah. Sure thing, man.
Sam: Thank you, darling.
Bucky: Love you!
Sam: Bro... same.
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Mob!James 'Bucky' Barnes x female reader (Mafia AU)
Summary: “I need you to come see me at my office. As soon as possible, there is something missing on my desk and I need your assistance.” Your fingers hovered over the message a little confused. He needed your help to locate a missing item? Didn’t Bucky had bodyguards and footman for these things?
Warnings: explicit smut, a bit fluff in the end, p in v, semi public sex, friends with benefits, friends to lovers, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving)
Notes: This may or may not be related to »stress relief«, I don’t know so it’s up to you guys 👀
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The ding of the elevator as it rose through the floors of the tall building was beginning to work itself into an unwelcome headache at the base of your skull. It was the middle of the day and you felt like you had accomplished absolutely nothing. Those idiots down on 7th St were going to give you an aneurism one of these days.
Your fingers moved to the bridge of your nose and compressed the tissue in a frustrated huff, “Why does he still put up with their incompetence?”
As the door finally opened to the top floor and your destination, you held the files of your final days tasks to your breast and headed out into the hallway. It was the boss himself who had texted you for an impromptu meeting. You had a few things to discuss about tomorrow’s deliveries with Thor and Loki, but the wording of his message was a bit odd, so you were a little distracted.
“I need you to come see me at my office. As soon as possible, there is something missing on my desk and I need your assistance.”
Your fingers hovered over the message a little confused. He needed your help to locate a missing item? Didn’t Bucky had bodyguards and footman for these things? But with the boss usually busy with his daily meetings and other ‘activities’ he needed to take care of, a chance to see him for a bit was too tempting to pass up. So, you ended your meeting with the two brothers early, which was a blessing in disguise and made your way to the center of the city to Barnes headquarters.
The clicks of your heels echoed throughout the bright cavernous hallway. The lines were clean and modern with minimal décor besides a few priceless artifacts from different countries to absorb the sound. Most were procured by yourself for your boss; it was one of your many talents that had made the usually elusive mobster take an interest in you. Oh, how that day had changed your life, mostly for the better but there were some days his standoffish demeanor soured his perfect persona. He made up for it in other ways though…
Coming to the end of the corridor and two massive doors leading to Bucky’s office, you were greeted by Pepper’s smiling face.
“Good afternoon, Y/N“, the secretary cooed getting up from her seat to receive you. “I’m glad you’re here, Mr. Barnes has been in a mood today. He’s not angry by any means but I can tell he’s pent up with something. He’s been popping his head out those doors for almost as hour asking if you’d had arrived yet.”
“I’m sure I can assist him with whatever his needs are.”
“You always do dear.”
Opening the two enormous doors to his office you found the well-dressed brunette looking out of his floor to ceiling window.
As he swayed in his stance you could see the definition of his thigh muscles through the fabric of his black slacks with each shift. The remarkably well-tailored white dress shirt lined his broad shoulders, showing off their power and his muscular arms were folded over his chest.
“Lock the doors.” His cool yet authoritative voice thundered throughout the spacious room. Bucky didn’t turn around, but he could smell your wonderful scent before you had even entered the room. There was no need for formalities.
You dared not to question his request and followed through quickly snapping the lock in place assuring you wouldn’t be disturbed. The urgency in his voice so final and dominating, it made your body warm.
Bucky had a reputation in this city, he had it in his vibranium fist the moment he came into the light and his skills were second to none. Just a flick of his wrist and you’d be dead with your very existence erased from the cities records by the end of the night. It should terrify you for how efficient he was at getting what he wanted. But in all reality, it made you ache for him, absolutely at the mercy of the handsome mafia boss.
By the time you had turned back around, Bucky was a few feet in front of you, his deft fingers unbuckling his silver cufflinks. The current look in his eyes was nothing you had ever seen before, almost predatory. The ocean blue irises were unusually dark, and his stance was wide and intimidating.
The atmosphere in the colossal office was thick and warm yet the A/C was running.
“You said you needed help finding something missing on your desk?”
His lips curled slightly, “Yes, it’s been a source of constant distraction looking to see it there and finding it missing.” Bucky stepped forward and slipped his large hand to you hip ushering you to the desk that was the main focal point of the room. Deep rich wood, several locking drawers with a few secret compartments for his convenience. It was made especially for him by a lucrative woodworker that had retired years ago but was honored at the chance to fill the request. It was a piece of art itself which Bucky took pride in its care.
As you reached the substantial desk you found it mostly void of clutter, aside from his computer, a few normal desk items, and a pictures of him and Steve as children. All that was occupying the top was a contract and a few photos littered above the paper.
“James please don’t tell me you made me end my meeting with the Odinson’s to help you find this contract?” You bent over the desk to palm the document and heard him growl behind you.
“Ahhh, there it is….”
“There is what? Bucky, there is barely anything on your desk. What could you have possibly lost?”
His hands immediately glided over your backside inching their way down to the helm of your pencil skirt. When the warmth of his palms reached your ass you struggled to keep your legs from collapsing. God, he did have a way with you.
“I’ve been thinking about you bent over my desk all day.” One hand abandoned a cheek and came to rest on your lower back sliding up and pressing your upper half down to the cool surface of the wood. He leaned forward, his chest gliding across your back and that’s when you could feel the prominent bulge nestle itself into the crook of your backside. “I’ve had to cancel two meetings today because I haven’t been able to concentrate on anything but the thought of my favorite girl.”
The breath in your lungs caught as his hand slipped under the hem of your skirt and shifted the fabric up exposing your thigh high garter lingerie. You could hear him scenting the air as his finger hooked under the strap that kept the stocking up letting it snap back to your over sensitive flesh.
You swallowed hard trying to calm your voice. “Bucky, I‘m.. I’m really busy today. I don’t have the time…” Oh god, there was no conviction in that statement at all. It was mostly breathy words lost in a whirlwind of lust.
“Are you sure, doll? Because your body is telling me different.” Bucky pressed in closer and the dark chuckle that warmed the shell of your ear did not help the growing wetness between your legs. “If your arousal wasn’t so thick in the air that I could taste it, I might have believed that little protest.” His fingers moved further, slipping past the string of your thong and seeking the wetness of your cunt. “Mmm always so nice and wet for me.” The rough pad of his finger ran gently over your throbbing clit and your body lurched into the desk at the sensation.
“Fuck—”, your body immediately rocked back to gain more attention from him. He was so, so good at this.
The deep rumble that vibrated up his chest intensified as his finger worked the bud with precision. How quick he could bring you to the verge of bliss, it was incredibly -truly a talent. “I know your time is important, doll. That’s why I pay you an outlandish salary. Your talents are worth every penny. But those idiots don’t deserve another second of your presence. As a matter of fact, Steve is ending our contract with them this evening.”
The words barely registered when his finger abandoned its current task and sunk into the tight heat of your pussy. "B-Bucky”, was the only thing you could gasp but it was like he could read the questions roaming in your mind.
“I’ve noticed how Loki looks at you. I‘m sure he wants to know what it would be like to touch you, to fuck you, taste you….speaking of.” The warmth of his body left in an instant dropping just behind you. His hands spread you wide and with a quick rip the underwear that was keeping his prying eyes from their prize lay in shreds just at your feet.
Not one to waste time, Bucky’s lips pressed close, the tip of his tongue continuing where his finger had left off. Feather soft it moved around your clit, over and over until you were mewling out obscenities and the desk took your weight as your legs gave out under his ministrations.
“Do you want me to stop, sweet girl? Is this not worth your time?” Bucky mumbled into the soft wet folds of your cunt. “Or would you like for me to continue?” His hot tongue ran along your spread cheeks, and you squealed in pleasure.
Your fingers ran along with the smooth wood surface pushing back against his mouth. You needed more, needed to be closer, needed him to stop talking. “I swear to god if you stop I’ll call Rogers and ask if he’s free this evening.”
Oh, that did it, his fingers dug into your hips and the mobster made a menacing sound from deep in his chest.
“Not nice making threats Ms. L/N….”, his tongue sunk quickly into your open core, stretching and probing with slow agonizing movements.
When your pleasure began to build, you found yourself rocking against his face taking in deep breaths until the heat of your climax rushed through you. Your back arched until you were nearly bent backwards as Bucky worked you right through the blissful high of your orgasm. His thick tongue stroked and rolled along your walls coaxing your climax to the peak until your limbs were shaking from the sheer intensity of it.
Your fingers curled across the wooden surface trying to catch your breath and desperately trying to be as quiet as possible.
As the effects of your orgasm slowly began to fade you barely heard the belt come undone and the zipper descend but as Bucky’s large hands wrapped around your throat, you knew the boss was about to claim his prize.
His tip, wet with pre-cum, ran along your oversensitive clit a few times before his grip tightened around your throat pulling you up and back, flush to his chest.
“Say it.” He whispered while sucking the bottom lobe of your ear between his teeth. “You know what I want to hear, doll.”
You swallowed and moaned softly as the tip of his cock dipped in just a bit. “Please, pl-lease sir…”
“Please Sir, I need it. Need you to fuck me, please.” You whimpered loud enough for the large room to catch the echo.
The mobster groaned out his approval, pinning you back to the desk with his weight before slowly filling you with every inch of his aching cock. "Oh doll, I‘m gonna fuck you, gonna fuck you just the way you like. Just how you deserve it.“
As his hot pulsing cock split you open deliciously slow, you writhed beneath him, expelling soft breathless moans at the stretch. No matter how many times you’d spend with Bucky, you needed a few moments to adjust to his length and girth.
Luckily Bucky was aware of the time needed to get used to him and took great pride in listening to you gasp and moan while he invaded you until he was fully seated.
His hips tilted further pressing the head of his cock to the opening of your cervix. “I’m going to leave you so messy, my precious girl.” His hands moved to your shoulders running down the curve of your back until his fingers encircled your hips. “You look perfect like this.” He husked, tightening his grip just a little. “Sprawled over my desk, stretched around my cock. You always feel so good, warm, snug like you were made for me.”
“G..Getting sentimental on me Mr. Barnes?”
“You have always done things to me sweetheart. You know exactly what you do to me. I may be your boss, but you fucking own me.”
Rotating your hips you rested your forehead against the cool wood, “Is that so, Mr. Barnes?“
„I love it when you call me Mr. Barnes. Love how my name rolls from your pretty lips, makes me want to—" The first full thrust of his hips rocked you forward, the table moving a few inches with the force and gaining the first moan of his name. It always took the breath from your lungs with the power behind his thrusts. You were sure his cock could leave bruises when he was in the right mood to be rough, but today was different. Today he may be in a mood, but he was hungry for something else. His hands were roaming over your body; his thrusts were full yet gentle, so very unconventional, so not like James B. Barnes. But who were you to question it, it was complete and utter bliss and just a few seconds in you could already feel the steady rise of your second climax.
Soon his left hand abandoned your hip to palm the back of your head, grabbing a fist full of hair. He pulled with authority, pulled you back and tilted your head to gain access to your lips. His mouth slanted over yours, claiming it in a desperate and sloppy kiss. His other hand slipped under your body, wrapping around your waist and pulling you back to him without faltering in his rhythm.
Bucky was devouring your moans while each slap of flesh against flesh sounded throughout the massive office. It was intense to say the least and the sounds coming from his throat made you weak in the knees. Groans and deeper grunts escaped him with each disconnect of your lips.
The knot in your belly began to tighten; tingling, rushing expanding until the band snapped and your second orgasm rushed through your system like a fucking train.
“Oh fuc…..shi-!” Words lost your body tensed making it difficult for the massive length current battering your insides to continue its assault.
Bucky’s arm wrapped tighter around your waist and the other snaked between your thighs doing his best to drive you higher. He wanted to wring one more out of you and needed to watch it unfold before his very eyes before he allowed himself to cum.
As your muscles relaxed becoming numb in his arms, Bucky turned you over resting your body on the edge of his desk before he cupped your face. His lips slid over yours, connecting your mouths once again. It was messy, all tongue and teeth and you moaned.
“Do you think you have another one in you, doll? Can I get you to cum one more time for me, hm?”, his mouth moved back to you neck and he traveled all the while down your front, his palm urged you back on the desk as his teeth gently bit down on your left nipple.
Your breath finally settled but still drunk on your high you watched his mouth work at both your breasts. Your eyes caught his hand moving over his slick cock in the process and it was torture, you immediately found the emptiness growing inside of you. Squirming at his attentions your fingers wrapped around his thick wrist.
“Bucky… please. Stop teasing me.”
“So impatient today.” He chuckled lowly. Rising to his full height once again, he moved forward tapping the head of his cock against your cunt, slowly dragging the tip from your clit down to you entrance. He delighted in your face as your flesh parted to accept his length once again. He pushed until your eyes widened at the pressure of him, as his pelvis met with your thighs.
“Fuck, you feel so good, so tight. Just for me, sweetheart.”
The heat of him split you open again invading your body so exquisitely you let out a sigh. Eyes closed you relished the feeling and whispered what he wanted to hear. “Only for you.”
Bucky stilled for a moment, eyes closed, and you could feel his cock throb inside of you. His large hands moved up your thighs over your hips and up your waist. “Say it again.” He demanded leaning over you, blue eyes open full of intensity.
Your hands went up to grip at his collar and pull him down. He took that moment to start a slow rhythm as you brought your mouth to his ear. “Only for you, sir”
His tempo increased immediately. “Again.”
“Fuck- one more time. Say it again, doll, come on.“ Harder and harder he drove into you.
You could hear the beginnings of desperation in his voice. He needed this, he needed you and maybe you needed him just as much. He was rutting into you now, chasing his peak blindly as he listened to you give yourself to him. “I’m yours Bucky, every part of me.” You could feel the heat rise in your belly, inching its way through your veins. As it bloomed inside, you took in deep breaths clutching at his arms wildly. He drove into you with purpose nearly knocking the breath from your lungs. His strength was second to none and you would be sore after that, no doubt. “Shit, Buck-"
“I’m close, so fucking close baby. God you feel so fucking good.” Bucky reached down, sliding his palm under your knee to lift your leg over his shoulder to gain a new angle.
The pressure increased as Bucky somehow thrusted even deeper and now managing to make contact with that beautiful little spot within you, over and over bringing the slow climb of you climax to a boiling point. Your body tensed with each connection arching and writhing until you were practically screaming his name. Then those words, such beautiful sinful words, made it all come crashing down around you.
“Cum for me, doll.“
As those words left his beautiful lips your body answered going super nova. The heat flushed your system pulling at every muscle in your body seizing them up. Mouth open screaming soundlessly as stars burst like the fucking fourth of July behind your vision you wrung down on Bucky. One, two, three and one final thrust, Bucky drove forward, your body swallowing every available inch he provided.
With his head falling back, he groaned as the force of his climax racked him to the core. Each continuing thrust of his hips emptied more of himself into you. His fingers gripped tighter, his teeth clenching and he gave you all of him.
After a few second, the ringing in your ears finally stopped and your breathing slowly returned to normal. You could feel your body buzzing from the endorphin coursing through your blood stream, it made you almost giddy giving way to a silly grin. Shifting a little you could still feel him, hard as a rock and his hips tilted pressing forward just enough to gain your attention. As your eyes opened you found his blue eyes looking down at you.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look like this? Still stuffed with my cock, messy hair, sweaty… a gorgeous, mess with that happy grin of yours.” Bucky leaned down to take a small kiss, slipping his tongue along your bottom lips with a quick flick. “I would like to see you like this every day if you’d let me.”
The feeling of bliss increased at the kiss and confession, “Mr. Barnes“, you started teasingly, "What exactly are you implying?”
“Be mine, all mine. I can’t stop thinking about you, doll. Throughout the day you wander into my thoughts, and it makes me happy. Something I haven’t been in a very long time, and I found I don’t want to lose that, lose you. I would like this to be more than just casual.”
“I have always been yours Bucky.”
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honestly no one recognized steve rogers as captain america. he could have been so chaotic. imagine he put his whole “can’t get drunk” gig to good use and cracked open a bottle of tequila in public and chugged the whole thing in one gulp to the horror & awe of everyone around him
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a helping hand.
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summary | when bucky brings his new baby girl in for a check-up, steve does everything he can to make the worst part of the exam more enjoyable.
pairing | soft!dark!doctor!steve rogers x bucky's little!reader
warnings | dubcon? (reader is crying, scared, disoriented), dark!steve (though he's so so soft <3), ddlg (daddy!bucky - not present, little!reader), medfet elements (rectal thermometer, lube, gloves, exam table, depictions of medical setting and procedures), anal play, crying, fingering, forced (?) orgasm, squirting, tiniest bit of overstim, praise, little bit of soft humiliation maybe?, past-tense third-person bc why tf not
an | alright fellow whores, this one hasn't been on my list for too long but the idea's been living in my head rent-free since it popped up in my brain so i just had to do it lol. hope you all love soft!dark!doctor!steve here just as much as i do <3
With her bare bottom spread wide open to brave the chilly air of the exam room, held in place by the firm triangular cushion propped up below her lower belly, all poor y/n could do was whimper in humiliation, the sound muffled by the nub of the baby blue paci stuffed between her lips.
"It's alright, y/n," the kind man murmured beside her as he stood at his metal bedside cart, preparing the necessary equipment for the procedure he was about to perform. "Promise I'll be nice and gentle, sweetheart. Know that's such a strange place to be probed in, but we'll go real slow and steady; nothing's gonna hurt."
Rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down carefully as the muscles of his forearms bulged against the fabric, Steve grabbed a pair of nitrile exam gloves from a box beside the sink, snapping them onto one hand, then the other. Trying to keep her eyes free of tears, y/n winced at the sound, the doctor quick to notice her frightened response. "Shhh, you're okay, doll," he hummed, picking up the medical-grade rectal thermometer by the squared base as well as the unopened packet of lubricating jelly and a lined gauze napkin before turning back to the exam table, stationing himself at the foot it where the girl was so vulnerably positioned.
"Being so good for me, darlin'. Your daddy's gonna be so proud of you when we're all done, gonna tell him all about how brave you were for me," Steve soothed as he rubbed a gentle gloved hand over the poor thing's quivering ass. Y/n sniffled, her bottom lip trembling horribly against her paci as she did her best not to squirm. She wanted to be good for the doctor; she really did, but nothing had ever been put in her bottom before, and what made the situation even worse was that Bucky, her daddy, hadn't been allowed back in the exam room with her to hold her hand through the experience.
"Just putting this here to catch anything that might drip," the doctor explained as he laid down the napkin on top of the flimsy exam-table paper. "Now we're putting some jelly on here so the tip will slide in nice and smoothly," he continued as he tore open the white packet, applying the clear goo generously to the cool metal tip of the instrument. Turning his attention to the girl's puckered opening, Steve saw that the poor thing's rosebud was quite literally trembling; softening his voice, he cooed, "Alright, sweetheart. Gonna be a little bit cold, but it shouldn't hurt. Take a deep breath in for me, y/n. That's it-"
A strained whine sounded from y/n as the man began easing the tool into her virgin hole. "Shh-shh shh, it's okay- oh sweetheart," Steve frowned as his patient began to sob softly into her arm, "doing so well, doll, being so brave- here, this should help with the burning." As he continued to coax the length of the thermometer in, his other gloved hand found the little girl's slit; unsurprisingly, a coat of slick had formed between the folds of flesh. Dragging his fingers up, the doctor found her clit, gently beginning to rub the sensitive bud with his thumb while he pressed a finger against her leaking opening, relieved to hear a soft moan escaping her as he began filling her with his digit.
"That's it, good girl," Steve hummed lowly as he managed to insert the rest of the instrument into her bottom with ease, continuing to massage along her inner walls with his finger while working tender circles over her bundle of nerves with his thumb. "Now we'll just let it read- don't worry, little one. I'll keep you busy down here 'til it's done," he promised, tapping against the girl's clit as she ground her hips down slightly against his hand, causing the blonde-haired man to smile. "That's it, y/n. It's alright, know that must feel so good. Just let the doctor take care of you, hmm?" he hummed as he worked a second finger into her squelching heat, her arousal dripping down onto the gauze below her as she groaned softly, struggling to keep her eyes open.
Nursing at her pacifier needily in an attempt to soften her pathetic whimpers and moans, y/n could barely keep her head propped up against her arm, a tingling knot beginning to form in her lower belly as the doctor worked her body with ease, his masterful touch unsurprising given his line of work. "P-please doctor," the squirming girl begged as she shook her head anxiously, her toes curling in anticipation as she felt her climax building inside of her before she could even think to stop it.
"That's a good girl; it's okay, you can go ahead and cum for me, sweetheart. There it is, just like that- good," Steve crooned in praise as the little girl clamped down forcefully against his fingers, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her orgasm gushed out against the doctor's hand, every inch of her body contracting in pure bliss. "There you go, good girl," the man continued to murmur as her contractions started to die down, her pussy throbbing from the powerful high.
Just as y/n was beginning to regain her breath, a quiet beep sounded from behind her, signalling the reading was over. "Just in time," Steve smiled, circling over her clit a few more times as he eased the metal rod out, causing the poor thing to whimper from the overstimulation. "Sorry, doll. You must be sensitive after all that, hmm?" the man apologized, his eyes scanning the window of the device before revealing, "Well, everything looks just fine here. Now, why don't we get you all cleaned up, and then we can go find your daddy in the lobby. I'm sure he'll be pleased to hear how good his little girl was today."
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Forever obsessed with the thought of Bucky confessing that he loves Sam in another language, unbeknownst to him that Sam also speaks that language and Bucky promptly dying. Like they’ll just be sitting, having a quiet night at home when…
Bucky: Te iubesc
Sam: Si eu te iubesc
*Bucky.exe has stopped working*
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Edge of Time⏳2
Warnings: this series will contain dark elements such as noncon and rape, violence, blood, sickness, death, ecological disasters, and other warnings to be added as it progresses.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. It features (nomad)Steve Rogers x reader. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Synopsis: The end has come and you find yourself waiting it out. However, your own fate is not as clear as it seems. [Apocalypse AU]
Note: I am spoiling all yall but also myself.
Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
Warning graphics by @its-just-may
<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya
Bruce returns as promised. He changes your IV bag and offers a cup of thin broth for you to drink. You accept it as you fold the corner of a page and let the book close in your lap. The world is more visceral now. You’ve taken in every inch of the unfamiliar place. You figure it must be underground, there are no windows. And far from home, without a doubt.
“Fever isn’t an issue anymore,” he says as he jots down your vitals and closes the folder again, “you’ll be back on your feet soon enough.”
“Thank you,” you say as you drink the hot soup.
“Again, it’s a little soon to be thanking me,” he replies as he turns away, “this isn’t for you. We don’t do favours for strangers. Those days are over.”
He goes to the door and pauses. You hear it too, the steady footsteps. He exits and the door whooshes shut with a loud click as another figure approaches. You can make out Steve’s dark beard and the curve of the muscles along his shoulders as Bruce stands in front of the door.
They talk but you can’t hear them. Steve seems annoyed as his hand waves in frustration and Bruce shakes his head. You cradle the cup and feel the heat in your palms, basking in it even as the unheard argument makes you uneasy. It’s a wonderful sort of warmth; not intense like the droughts or that missing in those months of rain and snow.
Bruce turns back and presses his thumb to the lock. The door opens.
“Don’t stay long, she’s still fragile,” Bruce says, “don’t waste this favour.”
“Got it, Banner,” Steve surpasses him, his voice dark even as his eyes brighten in your direction.
“I mean it, Tony’s already breathing down my neck,” Bruce intones.
“Yeah, yeah, you let me handle Tony,” Steve shrugs and rolls over the stool to sit by the metal table.
Bruce sighs and leaves. You glance over as he walks away, nervous as Steve watches you intently.
You finish the soup and reach to put it aside with your free hand. Steve takes it and sets it down for you. He leans forward on his elbows and tilts his head.
“You brought me here,” you say carefully, “you saved me.”
“Despite your best efforts,” he raises a brow, “how do you feel?”
You consider his question and look down. You move the copy of Oryx and Crake to the other side of your leg and sit back.
“I can breathe,” you reply, “and… I’m not cold.”
He nods and sits up. He chews his lips as he looks at you, you find it hard to keep your eyes on him. You’re not used to having others around and you were never very good before at dealing with them.
“How long were you there?” he asks gently.
“You move around a lot?” he prompts.
“When I need to,” you answer, “I guess I was in that place for a while.”
“How long were you alone?” his brow wrinkles.
You drop your eyes again. You want to laugh at the question. An easier question would be when weren’t you alone?
“Never needed other people much,” you utter, “I… I tried to tell you that. To leave me there.”
“You would’ve died,” he counters.
“And? Everyone dies. This world just makes it easier.”
“You wouldn’t still be alive if there wasn’t some desire to be,” he insists, “you had those pills, you were trying to live.”
“And doing a shit job of it. I didn’t ask for your help,” you argue.
“But you got it,” he says bluntly, “you look better. Sound better. Keep on and Bruce won’t be such a grouch. He hates waste and… if you die, this is a big loss.”
You swallow. That’s what the auditors used to say. They created debt to gain resources. You shake your head and scowl at your lap.
“My responsibility, not yours,” he stands, “like you said, you didn’t ask for it. I did. I made a case for you and you’re alive.”
“Made a case? To who? What… you have a leader?”
“We are the leaders,” he says, “what’s left of us. You know who I was? Who my friends were?”
“Wasn’t that long ago. Maybe a few years.”
“Five. Five years since the drought began,” he affirms, “we kept track. We had the resources to do so. Feels even longer than that. We’re not the Avengers anymore, we can’t be. The people we used to protect aren’t innocent anymore. There’s some we can help, some we try to keep safe, but there are more villains than good people now.”
“So why bring me here? You don’t know who I am or what I am,” you say.
“Sure, I don’t, but I know you were alone. I know what those men would have done if they found you there and I kept you from that. From there, I made up my mind that you were one of the ones we protect,” he nears the bed and touches the rail, “I didn’t want them to cuff you, I asked them not to.”
“I don’t blame them,” you shrug.
“You were alone… through all of it?” he asks.
You nod and bite the inside of your cheek.
“That’s how I know. How I knew.” He hooks his thumbs in his belt, “thing about it is, we come across people all the time but they’re never alone. Can’t survive alone. You wouldn’t have either, you were there, at the end. I saved you.”
“Is that what you’re waiting for? A thank you?” you murmur.
“Not at all,” he gives a small smile, “I’m just trying to help you realise that there isn’t a place for loners in this world. There are fewer of us around but we still need each other. You needed me. You will need me. Bruce is doing his job, what I asked him to do. You know how people are, no difference here.”
You stare at him grimly.
“I’m trying to help. I’m the only one trying to do that,” he backs away slowly, “I’ve grown a little unfamiliar with former manners. What I mean is, I am your only friend here. I’m sure you’ve forgotten what that means too.”
You scoff and avert your eyes, “no such thing as friends anymore. Only those of use.”
“If that’s how you see it,” he concedes as he nears the door and it slides open, “Banner says you’re doin’ good. I’ll find some clothes for you.”
He doesn’t wait for a response. You have none for him, only a sinking pit in your stomach. There’s as much he didn’t say as he did say. It isn’t good. Nothing in this world is good.
You look down at the grey gown that hangs around your figure. Your old clothes are gone though you still wear their stench. Everything you had is gone. The stained jeans and patched sweater, your leather pouch belt and the canvas bag of rations, even the folding knife you kept in the boot and the iron bar you hook through your belt.
He said it himself, they aren’t heroes anymore. He didn’t save you at all.
You wake up to a figure beside your bed. You glance over, expecting Bruce, but find Steve with your chart in hand. His eyes slowly drift over to you and he puts it down. He says your name.
“I assume you already know who I am,” he says, “I think I forgot to mention it before.”
“Yeah,” you say quietly and reach for the water. The night before Bruce detached the IV but not the cuff at your other wrist.
It's three days since your arrival and you were only permitted to get up to relieve yourself or stretch to keep your muscles active. Still, movement is achy and slow.
“Got you clothes,” he turns and takes the stack from atop the stool, “Bruce signed the release. Not that it means much but he likes his old habits.”
“Release?” you wonder.
“You’ll be sticking with me,” he explains as he puts the clothing on your leg, “probably best. My friends are not your friends. Not yet.”
You say nothing as he rounds the bed. His large hand stretches around the cuff and he squeezes. The hinge breaks and it falls away as he removes his grasp. His fingers tickle your arm as he steps back and turns to face the transparent walls.
“I’ll let you get dressed,” he says.
You sit up and a groan escapes you. Still cramped and sore, you push down the bed rail and hang your legs over the edge. You peek over at Steve, his back to you still, and you reach to untie the neck of the gown. The underwear are like small shorts, dark and too tight, the socks are loose so you roll them, and the shirt is too long and billowy around you.
Steve shifts on his heels and you look over. You see your reflection in the wall and his eyes flicks away from it quickly. You shake it off and slip the jeans up your legs. You stand to pull them up and stumble. He’s quick and keeps you from crashing to your knees. He holds you up as you button the fly.
You part from him to grab the belt and buckle it tight. The last piece is a jacket, heavy and thick. None of it is yours. You wonder what happened to your stuff.
Your steps are uneven and Steve watches patiently. Embarrassed, you keep your eyes on the floor. You flinch as he takes your arm.
“You got some ways to go, let me help,” he insists, “it’s a big place.”
“Mmm,” you hum as he angles you towards the door, “so, what now? Where are you takin’ me?”
“Tony wouldn’t let me use a second room,” Steve says as he assists you down the steps to the lab floor, “so, space will be tight for a while. He’s got trust issues.”
“Oh?” you lean on him unintentionally.
“Yeah, the issue’s name is Bucky,” Steve mutters, “anyhow, that’s another worry for another day.”
“I can go,” you offer, “You don’t gotta give me anything. I got clothes, I’m getting better. I can–”
“No,” he says pointedly, “go where?”
“Somewhere… alone. Away from here,” you answer, “I don’t wanna get in the way.”
“If…” he began and stopped himself, “no. I’d be just as well leaving you back in that apartment. You’ll stay.”
You don’t argue further. His tone curtails any hope of that. He’s not telling you everything and that makes you wary. He won’t let you out so you’ll have to find your own way.
“Okay,” you say pliantly and feel your legs giving out, “one sec.”
You push away from him and lean on the wall, the hallway is long and blaring white. Every door looks the same. You peer up and down and put your head back as you catch your breath. He faces you and tries to grab your arm. You draw away and wave him off.
“Please,” you say, “I can do it.”
“You’re barely standing,” his brow twitches, “I’m just trying to help. Like I said, the place is huge–”
“But… Tony? Won’t let you use a spare room?” you ponder.
“He’s stubborn,” Steve clicks his tongue, “lot of that going around. Like I said, no one likes to waste resources. Another room means another block on the grid.”
“Hm, alright,” you shove away from the wall and catch your balance. You can make it, or you’ll try.
“You good?” he asks as you turn to limp on.
“Just point me wherever, let’s go,” you say.
He laughs softly to himself and tells you to take a left ahead. You do as he says and peer over at his slanted grin.
“Sorry, it’s just… kinda figuring out how you got so far,” he muses, “don’t even think stubborn is the right word for it.”
“Like you said, I’m not the only one out there. Do what you gotta…” you carry on and he points you down another hall.
“Yeah, but your way seems awfully lonely,” he comments.
“Maybe,” you accept, slightly jittery from the strength spent walking through the bright corridors.
“Here,” he stops you at a door and flips open the little plastic box mounted on the wall. He puts his hand to the large screen and the door opens, disappearing into the frame.
He urges you in first with a wordless gesture. You enter and look around the space. It’s jarring and has you disoriented. It looks like before. Your eyes moisten, just a little and you grab onto a side table to keep from stumbling as you take it in. Couch, loveseat, chairs, tables, carpet, television… furniture untouched by flame or water. There are doorways on either side of the large room.
“You should sit down,” he says as the door shuts softly, “before you fall down.”
You straighten and hobble to a chair and slump onto the cushion. You're breathless and your head’s spinning.
“When you feel up to it, the shower’s through there,” he points behind you, “you remember those, right?”
Your lips part. You can hardly believe it. You don’t know why it seems so fanciful, even after waking up as you did, with machines tied to you and a bed beneath you. You rub your forehead and face Steve.
“How much of it did you really see?” you ask quietly, “the… droughts, the floods… down here. You just hid from it all.”
“Seems like you were doing the same,” he says, “we did what we could but we didn’t have the solution for everything. It was us or them.”
“I didn’t have this… I saw it. I watched it all. That’s not the same as this.”
“And what does anyone do but survive anyway they can,” he sneers, “we help those who thrive. It doesn’t help to prolong the inevitable.”
“And me? Hardly thriving,” you remark.
“Potential is what we look for,” he says, “you have that. You’re alive, aren’t you?”
You’re quiet. You stand, wobbling slightly. You turn carefully and step around the chair.
“I hung a towel for you and there’s a basket there. Soap, lotion… your face is still pretty chapped from the wind,” he says, “and if you need anything else, I’m the one to ask.”
“The water’ll be just fine,” you begin your uneven pace across the room. You reach the doorway and lean on the frame as you look back at him, “thanks.”
His expression eases and he gives a subtle nod, “like I said, potential.”
You continue into the bathroom and shut the door behind you. The light flicks on automatically and you wince at the sight of your vivid reflection in the mirror. You look different than you remember. Older, maybe? You’re not sure, just different. Like a stranger.
You look at the plastic white basket on the counter. Just as he said, there’s all the toiletries you need. Your hands shake as you unwrap the toothbrush and fish out the toothpaste. It’s a refreshing start.
With the minty flavour still on your tongue, you rinse off the brush and put it in the empty holder. You go to the shower and reach over, leaning on the tile, and crank on the faucet. The water rains down and steam quickly rises. You back up and sit on the toilet seat.
You have to catch your breath again. You undress and weakly get back to your feet. You let the water patter down and scald your skin. You press your palms to the wall and exhale. Your tears roll along your cheeks and mingle with the clean water.
Your disbelief overflows with all that which fuels it. The years of fear, of uncertainty, of displacement. The loss of control and powerless struggle against nature and man. You can’t quite understand why you’re crying but it feels just as good as the hot water as it washes away the layers of filth.
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9 and 25 with Chris. Can number 9 be like He looks just like you?
Press Tour (C.E)
A/N: Thank you for the request darling. This is an ask from the prompt list that I have uploaded on my account and I hope you all enjoy it. My requests are currently open for this list and I would love to write about them. Love you guys!!
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Summary: You and Chris go to your first press tour after Covid with your son, Theodore and it is just a little bit more hectic than you imagined.
Warnings: just some tooth rotting.
Having a baby with you on tour was not the most ideal situation but you knew you could handle it because your husband was a great help. That man has been by your side from the day you took the pregnancy test to the nights where the baby didn't go to sleep at all. Chris always insisted on night shifts so that you could rest up and he arranged his schedule according to your so you both did not lag behind in your career. Covid just made it a little easier for you guys to parent. You were lucky to have him in your life and no one could deny it.
This press tour was your and Chris's first one back after Covid and your baby who was currently five months old. The last Avengers movie was just released before the pandemic so some of the tours have been online but this was the first one in person. You’re not going to lie, you were a little bit nervous about appearing in public but Chris would be right beside you so it was all going to be okay. The tour was starting from Boston so luckily Lisa would be able to babysit Theodore while you guys had to go to the conference.
“Everyone’s goin’ out for breakfast. You wanna join them, love?” Chris stuck his head into the hotel room to ask you because you were still feeding Teddy. Your husband had strictly told everyone to not come into the room because no one was allowed to see you, even the girls. They all just rolled their eyes but they knew that he was just messing around. Still, no one dared defy his orders just yet.
“Don’t think so, Chris.” Replying tiredly, you just stroked your baby boy’s hair who was solely focused on his food.
Theo didn’t sleep last night because he had developed a slight fever last night. You didn’t know what caused it but Lisa assured you that it was just because of traveling and change of routines. He had become really clingy and just wanted to suckle on you (even though you were pretty sure you had run out of milk a long time ago). It was just a bonding exercise for him because babies this age usually get really attached to their mother. You loved your son with your whole heart but you were truly tired right now; your body ached in places you didn’t even know existed.
“’kay. I’ll go and tell the oth-”
“Wait, no.” You were about to move but then you realised that you had a cranky baby in your arms. “Go with them and enjoy sometime together. I can handle this li’l munchkin.”
Closing the door behind him, he slowly made his towards your exhausted figure. “Told y’this a lot of times, darling. We’re in this together and ‘m not just going out while you stay here and take care of our baby.”
“No buts. If you’re staying, I’m staying. End of discussion.”
“Okay. Gimme a kiss now.” After spending a sweet moment together, Chris texted in the group that they can go ahead with their plans and ordered room service. No matter what your husband says, you were in no shape to be seen in public right now with spit covering your t shirt and your crazy hair mangled in a messy bun.
“Hey bubba. Y’feeling alright now?” Covering yourself with your shirt, you placed him on your lap. The coos that left his mouth were music to your ears after listening to him wailing in pain all night. He stuffed his fist in his mouth and you both laughed when he was unable to get the whole thing in. “Mummy and daddy were really worried for you. Yes, we were.”
You would have continued talking to your sweet boy, if Chris hadn’t interrupted. “Let me burp him and you can rest for a while, darling.”
“Okay. I need to shower as well.”
“Take a relaxing bath and Theo can spend sometime with daddy.”
As Chris started pacing around the room with Teddy’s face tucked in his shoulder, you realised how similar they look. He had Chris’s ice blue eyes, his soft, thin lips and his brunette hair with a wisp of blonde in them. You had created a mini replica of him and you were damn proud of it.
Before you could stop yourself, the words left your mouth in an adorning whisper, “He looks just like you, love. Our li’l bunny.” One of the nicknames that you had for Chris was ‘bunny’ and you have called your son by this endearment from the day he was born because he looked just like your husband. Your two bunnies.
“Know he does.” That cocky smirk on his face was a teasing one and you just shook your head at his antics.
“‘kay, Mr Hotshot. I’m first going to go over lines for tomorrow and then go for a shower.”
“Darlin', no. Just rest up for a while and then do it.”
“I won’t have time afterwards, Chris. Theo will need me afterwards and this tour is also important.”
Putting Theo into his bassinet, he took a hold of your arms and made you sit on the bed. “Darling, the tour is important but you need to rest as well.”
“I’ll help you prepare for them at night and Seb and Scarlett can take care of Theo for sometime. He likes them better, anyways.”
“That’s true.” You chuckled lightly as you remembered all the times that Theo preferred to stay with both of them then coming to you or Chris. The kid already knew that they were his god parents, you were sure of it.
“Let’s sleep for a while and I’ll cancel the room service. We can eat after we get up.”
“Done.” As soon as you laid down, you realised just how tired you were. Snuggling close to your husband, you whispered a small ‘I love you’ and drifted off to sleep.
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Chris Evans x reader (big fluff)
Summary: After being Mrs. Snowwoman this year, next to Santa clause, a very handsome and famous man wanted to take a picture with his nephew with Santa. After taking you on a date he finds out that you celebrate Christmas all by yourself. Well that’s about to change.
Warnings: mention of depressed feelings, anxiety and not feeling very welcome in your family, but not much.
A/N: So this is my favorite story and also longest story so far!!! Not beta read!! All mistakes are my own and i'm sure that there are a couple in there
You stood in the cold, taking pictures with kids. You wore a snowmen dress this year. I mean it was an upgrade from being a reindeer but right now you’d rather have that warm reindeer suit to be completely honest. Your boss was horrible and you really didn’t get paid enough but you had no choice right now, as you really needed the money.
You were definitely not happy but you just put up a smile and took the pictures absolutely freezing as it was snowing pretty hard. You stood next to Santa clause and Mrs. Clause who were sitting in a big red chair. You felt miserable right now. It was Christmas Eve, you had no plans for the whole Christmas what so ever and you were freezing your tits off. You asked for a break, to get warmed up a little, as you stood there in the cold for 3 hours but your boss didn’t let you.
Everyone was laughing and with there family’s and you were on the edge of crying. You’ve always loved Christmas but since you moved, you’ve never felt so alone in the holiday’s. You shivered and looked around, making eye contact with a blue eyed man. He smiled at you as he was staring. You recognized him from miles away. Chris Evans….. Captain America, Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber. You could go on a while but you felt yourself staring as well. Once he gave you another genuine smile you felt flustered and looked down. you felt your cheeks heat up. You looked up and saw him staring with a smile on his face. His cheeks were a little red from the cold, his hand in the pocket of his jacket and holding a hot beverage.
You got pulled out from your trance by Santa. “This fine young lady has been very nice this year!” he told you and you smiled at the little girl in front of you. You crouched down “Has she now? She looks very pretty and nice.” The little girl smiled at you. “I really like Santa but I like you more.” you smiled and felt your heart flutter at the cuteness of the girl. “Well, let met tell you a secret too then” you told her and signed for her to come closer and she did. “You’re my favorite too.” You whispered in her ear. She looked up at you with big green eyes, giving you a hug. It took you by surprise but pulled her into a big hug. Once it was time for her to go you, you wished her a Merry Christmas.
You looked over to where you saw Chris but he was gone. You felt a little sad and empty(?). you looked at the line and at the end of it you saw Chris. He smiled at you again and pointed to you with his fingers, in the hand where he held the cup, as a wave to you. You smiled shyly and softly waved back, making him smile even more. You could see someone tuck at his jacket and you saw that he was with a kid. Maybe his nephew, you thought. The kid pointed excitedly at you, making you feel more flustered than before. Chris talked to the kid and gave you a big smile.
You focused on the kids before you, talking to them, hugging them. “Well Mrs. Snowwoman, it looks like your this years favorite!” Mrs. Clause told you making you smile. “it does seem like it doesn’t it?” you chuckled. The cold really got to you right now. Your bare shoulders were freezing off just like your legs. You all worked the line of kids until it was Chris’s turn. “hi…” he said softly only having eye for you. “Hi” you said softly back in a trance, keeping eye contact. Santa and Mrs. Clause kept looking each other. “And who is this young man?” Santa said out loud so you would come out of your trance. Chris chuckled and scratched his head uncomfortably.
“I’m Miles!” the young boy said happily and you instantly smiled. Even though you were depressed, it was refreshing to see the kids so happy. It pulled you a little out of your dark reality and dragged you into a happy, colorful, warm Christmas. Santa asked what he wanted for Christmas and you and Chris kept looking at each other. When you made eye contact you both smiled shyly and looked down. You placed your arms behind you out of shyness.
“You’re my favorite this year!” Miles said happily as he gave you a hug. You smiled and placed your arms around him. “Wow thank you Miles! That really sweet of you and I bet you’ve been a very good boy this year, right?” you asked him and he nodded fast. You smiled “My uncle, thinks you’re really pretty and he doesn’t have a girlfriend and I was wondering if you could be his girlfriend. Because it would be really awesome to have a snowwoman as an aunt.” Your eyes went big and your breath hitched at the confession of Miles and looked at Chris who was turning bright red and chuckled a little uncomfortably. He probably wasn’t suspecting that his nephew would say this.
You thought about your answer as Miles waited for you. “Well, you know what Miles? I think your uncle is very handsome and it’s Christmas after all right?” you told him with a wink and he jumped up and down, looking at Chris. He looked at you surprised and you got a smile and giggled a little. You all took the picture and Chris stood next to you. “Really?” he asked you, so only you could hear him. You looked at him and saw how close he was. “Merry Christmas.” You told him with a smile which he returned as he stared at you. Miles put his hand in Chris’s and dragged him away but Chris couldn’t stop looking at you.
You smiled and waved. They were the last one and you were so happy right now. All you had to do was clean up a little. But your horrible boss didn’t let you get your jacket and made you clean up right away. You felt the sadness swallowing you whole. The lights went out and people were leaving with there family’s. You looked down and got deep in thought. You knew that there was a Christmas market in town that was open till midnight and even though you felt sad, you really didn’t want to spend it alone so you figured being around people, would maybe help.
“Hi…” you heard someone say as you got pulled out of your thoughts. You looked up and saw Chris walking slowly up to you with a smile. He held two cups in his hands with either hot chocolate, coffee or tea, and something laid over his arm but you couldn’t tell what. “Hi.” you said shyly not expecting that he would come back. “I eh… brought you hot chocolate milk. I hope you like it.” he told you nervously.
You felt confused. Chris Evans, nervous around you? it couldn’t be right? “Thank you very much.” You told him a little surprised. “I wasn’t expecting you back.” you told him and his face fell a little. “Oh I can go if you don’t want to….” You cut him off. “No, I…. I like your company I just wasn’t expecting it.” he got his smile back and gave you the hot chocolate. Your fingers brushed each other and he could feel how extremely cold your hands were. He looked at you shocked. “Here put my gloves on. You must be freezing. Why aren’t you wearing a jacket?” he asked you a little concerned. “Eh… My boss wouldn’t let me.” you told him and he frowned. “Here put this on.” He told you and gave you what was hanging on his arm. It was a Christmas sweater that he bought here. “Oh you don’t have to.” You told him but he shook his head. “Please.” He asked you softly and you looked at him.
You took the sweater with a grateful smile. “Thank you.” you smiled “I’m Chris by the way.” , “I’m Y/N.” you didn’t comment on anything that you knew him from, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. “I eh was wondering…. I you maybe like to grab a cup of coffee with me at the Christmas market around the corner. If your done and of course if you’ve got nothing else better to do, I mean it is Christmas Eve after all and I completely understand if…” He was rambling and you chuckled, cutting him off once again “I would love that Chris. I didn’t plan anything yet so yes I’ll go with you.” you told him with a smile and he let out a visible breath.
“What time do you get off?”, “ I believe in an hour.” You told him. “Text me when you’re done and I’ll come pick you up.” he told you as he handed you his phone to put your number in it. You smiled and gave him your number. “Excuse me??!! Why are you wearing that ugly thing?” you heard the voice of your boss. You turned around and Chris frowned at you, at the way he spoke to you. “Please Jim, it’s freezing here.” He shook his head “Take it off. You’re still Mrs. Snowwoman and it doesn’t suit your character unless you want to get fired on Christmas Eve.” You looked down and was ready to take the sweater off. Chris heard enough and turned around as well. he placed his hand on yours so you wouldn’t take it off. “No, I gave it to her and nobody is around right now. You can say a whole lot in that warm thick coat and pants of yours while she has to stand here in the snow in nothing but a thin dress. She keeps this on and I would like her coat now too please.” Chris said stern.
“Oh my god. You’re Chris Evans aka Captain America.” Your boss said shocked and started to panic as Chris just got mad at him “I’m sorry Y/N, You’re right, I’ll get your coat and you know what, I’ll clean this. Emh can I have a picture with you before you go?” he asked Chris, who still looked a little angry at your boss. “Sure. Only if you get her stuff right now.” your boss nodded and ran inside and got outside again in seconds, giving you your stuff. You quickly tried to put on your coat “Here let me help.” Chris said softly as he took your coat from you and helped you in it. You smiled at him “Thank you.” you told him and he gave you a adoring smile, which made you feel flustered again.
He took the picture with your boss and left with you. “He’s such an asshole to you.” Chris commented. “Yeah I know. next year I’ll try to get some work somewhere else.” Chris nodded. He held out his arm for you to take and you gladly did. You both chatted about work until you walked into the Christmas market. You looked around and it was all so beautiful. “Let’s get some hot chocolate” Chris suggested as you both already drank the other.
You nodded and Chris got some chocolate milk. You could softly hear the music through the speakers with the song let it snow. You smiled softly and Chris also got some pastries and pointed out a quite place by the firepit outside. You both sat down and you thanked him. “Can I ask you something?” he asked carefully. You looked up at him and became curious. “Of course.” He gave you a smile and got a little closer to you. You felt his arm softly against yours. “Do you already know who I am, or you don’t or you do but you don’t mention it. I’m just curious because of your boss.” He told you and you chuckled. “No, I know who you were before you introduced yourself. I’m a fan of your movies but I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything.” He smiled and stared at you. “Thank you. not a lot of people do that.” You smiled. “I hope it’s no problem that I know you.” you carefully asked, afraid of the answer. “Oh god no, of course not! I was just curious.” You smiled again.
You both talked about a lot of things. Your hobby’s, movies and music that you liked. You and Chris had so many similarities of things that you liked that you rolled from one conversation into another and laughed a lot with each other. You noticed that you sat closer than before. Chris looked down as well and gave you his famous flirting smile, making you feel flustered. There was a choir coming towards the fire and sang It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. You smiled and looked at them and then back to Chris who was already staring at you with a loving smile.
You felt yourself go into a trance and stared into his eyes. You noticed he came closer until your noses almost touched before a group of people interrupted. You both jumped a little from each other. It felt like you were both in your own little world for a minute. You cursed the people out in your head. They took a couple of pictures with Chris. He took your hand in his and walked away before more people had the chance of recognizing him. “I’m sorry about that.” He told you. “Don’t worry about it, it comes with the package.” You told him so casually that he couldn’t help but smile at you. He found you so interesting and you were so cool with it, it pulled him in more. But then again he got even more interested in you than a minute before. He knew he was falling for you and he was falling hard.
You both strolled along the markets, still hand in hand. Once you noticed you let go. “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.” You apologized at him but he grabbed your hand in his again. “is this okay?” he asked you and you felt flustered. “Yeah, yeah it is.” He smiled and you both walked further. You walked along a church where there was another choir and you both stood a little to the side so he wouldn’t get noticed. “So what are your plans for Christmas?” he asked you. you tried to act casual. “Ehm, nothing actually. I have to work tomorrow and I guess I’ll make dinner and put on a movie.” He nodded suspicious at you. “And the next day? I mean everyone is off than.” You nodded “Yeah no I’m free then…. So I guess a lazy day with movies.” You tried to chuckle it away and not making eye contact as you felt the tears in your eyes.
“What about family?” he asked carefully and you noticed how carefully he asked you. “Eh they’re in a different country. I couldn’t go unfortunately.” He frowned and nodded. This wasn’t what Christmas should be and definitely not for you, he thought. “But I’ll be fine. I’ll survive on some Christmas movies and I have a lot of desserts in the house for the special occasion.” You told him trying to lift the spirit as you also not wanted to think about it. “Why don’t you celebrate with us?” he asked you all of a sudden. You let out a chuckle, thinking he was joking. You walked further and made eye contact with Chris a he looked at you, waiting for an answer. “Oh god, are you serious?” you asked him surprised, feeling a lot of things right now.
“Yeah, why not? I really like your company, Miles would love it, you’re not alone so than I would have at least a little peace of mind, and it’s just dinner and drinks.” You felt a little anxious. “I appreciate the invite but I really don’t want you to invite me just because you pity me , or feel bad. I also don’t want you to feel obligated. I’ll be fine.” You told him trying to give him a reassuring smile. “I’m not asking you because I feel bad or feel obligated but because I find you really interesting. I would like your company actually. You know what you’ll do me a favor actually because than I can talk to you and my family won’t ask about my new film projects.” You smirked at his comment.
“Please? I don’t want you to feel pressured and if you really don’t want to than I understand. But I would like it a lot and so will Miles. Besides, it’s Christmas… nobody should be alone.” You got a smirk and thought about it. “Promise me that it’s okay with your family. I don’t want to invade anything.” You told him a little worried. He gave you a very big grin. “Is that a yes?” you raised your eyebrow. “You didn’t answer me yet.” He chuckled. “I promise!” you smiled “Alright, than I would actually like that very much.” He got that big grin again and pulled you into a hug.
He gave you a little bit more information about his family and you felt a little less worried. His family sounded very nice and kind from the stories he told you. He would pick you up in the afternoon and take you to his mother’s house. He even called her before dropping you off so you could actually hear that she was okay with it. You didn’t asked him to do it but he did it out of himself, which you did appreciate a lot. And he was right she was more than okay with it, she was actually very excited.
You asked Chris what his mother liked, like wine or something. He told you but really tried to tell you, that you didn’t have to get anything but then you explained that you should, because you’ve never met, you can join them for Christmas so the least you could do is give her something. Besides you wanted to. He smiled adoringly at you and picked out the wine with you. You got some other stuff for your house and paid. Chris dropped you off at home. “So I have your number and now your address…. I had a great time with you Y/N” you smiled. “ I did too. Thank you very much. For everything.” He smiled “You’re doing me a favor remember?” you chuckled “right.” You both looked at each other but you started to feel nervous and stepped out of the car. You could just hit your head right now at how stupid you were for not kissing him. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He smiled. “I’ll text you. see you tomorrow.” He told you with a smile and waited for you to be inside before driving off.
You and Chris had been texting the entire night before you fell asleep. You got up and felt happier than you’ve had in a very long time. Even getting into the Christmas spirit again. You blasted some Christmas songs and put on happily your Christmas costume for the kids again. “It’s going to be a good Christmas.” You said to yourself in the morning before happily driving off to work. It still hadn’t stopped snowing so you had to be careful in the snow. You frowned and hoped that it would stop snowing because if it didn’t then you wouldn’t even get out of this place let alone get to Lisa, his mother.
You walked in and kids were already running around. You saw your boss Jim walking towards you and you internally groaned, not ready for whatever he had to say right now. “Good morning Y/N.” he shakily gave you a cup of warm coffee. You looked surprised at him “I’m sorry about how I’ve been acting towards you. it was very unconsidered and I hope you’ll forgive me. From now on, I’ll be a better boss. So I’m giving you a raise, for Christmas and your very hard work. And if you get cold, you can take a break. We don’t want to lose you as you’re a win for the team and the kids seems to love you so again my sincere apologies.” You were gob smacked. The wonders aren’t out of the world yet. “Eh thank you Jim.” He smiled at you. “Merry Christmas Y/N.” you were still very surprised. “Merry Christmas Jim.” You told him and he walked off. Well that went better than expected. You thought and walked backstage to get ready.
The day went by very quick and you got home. Luckily it stopped snowing for a while. It looked like something out of a Christmas movie and you felt so excited it was like you were a little kid again. You unlocked the door and quickly got changed as Chris would come over in a hour. You put on a nice dress, put on a little bit of make-up and perfume. you heard your doorbell go off. You were already wearing your coat and got the present for Lisa with you bag and opened the door. Chris stood there and took all of you in. He let out a shaky breath “Wow, Y/N, you look…. Absolutely gorgeous.” He told you and you felt very flustered. “And you look very handsome.” You told him back and he you could see that he was blushing.
He held out the door for you and got in the car himself and drove off. You told him about your boss today and he looked just as surprised as you did in the morning. “Thank you, because I think if you didn’t got mad at him he wouldn’t have had a clue.” He smiled “Well somebody had to, he was a complete asshole to you but I’m glad I could be at service.” He told you with a smile. After half an hour of chatting you arrived at his mother’s house. It was a big house and the front yard was covered in Christmas decoration and it looked like a house from a movie. I was beautiful, something you’ve always dreamed off.
You walked up to the front door and felt nervous. You were fumbling a bit and Chris noticed and got your hand in his. “Don’t worry, they’re gonna love you.” he told you as he squeezed your hand. You gave him a soft smile and the door swung open. She pulled Chris in a hug. “Oh and you must be Y/N! you look gorgeous dear!” She pulled you in a hug and you already felt very welcome. “Come in, come in.” she told the both of you. Chris let you in first and took your coat off. “Thank you so much for having me ma’am.” you told her and she smiled at Chris “Oh please call me Lisa.” She giggled. “Alright, thank you Lisa. I’ve got something, just as a thank you” you handed her the gift “Oh you really didn’t have to dear.” You smiled “Well it’s common manners I believe.” You told her chuckling. She looked at Chris “oh I’m already starting to like you a lot!” she told you and Chris, making you giggle shyly. She opened it and gasped “Oh thank you so much my dear, I love it. We’ll have a glass later together.” She told you and pulled you in a hug again.
Chris walked in the front this time, knowing it was a little scary for you. he held your hand and Miles came running towards Chris for a hug. He picked up Miles “Look who’s here Miles!” he pointed towards you and you smiled and waved towards Miles. “Mrs. snowwoman!!!” he screamed and wiggled out of Chris’s arms to get to you. You giggled and gave Miles a big hug. “Mrs. snowwoman is here!” you giggled. “You know what Miles, just because you’re my favorite you can call me by my forename. Y/N” you told him and his eyes became big “ohhh I can call her Y/N!” you giggled at his cuteness. You looked up and saw his family smiling at your interaction between you and Miles.
Miles took your hand in his and walked up to his mom. “Mom, This is Y/N, Snowwoman.” He said very serious making you chuckle. “Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said giving her a hand. She giggled as well. “I’m Carly, the mother of these three dragons. She pointed towards her kids. Miles, Ethan and Stella. You introduced yourself to the others: Shanna and Scott and their boyfriends, husbands etc. You sat down next to Chris and all started chatting and drank some wine. You already felt so incredibly welcome, you don’t think you’ve even felt this welcome in your own family. You shook that thought off but Chris noticed your change for a split second. He carefully laid his hand on your leg. You looked at him and he gave you a soft smile, which you returned.
“Aww just look at them! It’s a Christmas miracle!” Scott yelled out. Chris kicked him from underneath the table. “Hey, auw!!” Scott gave him a look of offense. “Boys we do not fight on Christmas. I rather have not at all by the way.” Lisa told them making you and their sisters giggle. You all talked for over an hour before Miles, Ethan and Stella came up to you. Stella shyly tucked your dress. “Mrs. Snowwoman? Do you want to play with us in the snow?” she asked you very shy and you smiled. “Of course.” They cheered. Everyone chuckled at the ‘Mrs. Snowwoman.’ Part. “You’re never going to get rid of that by the way.” Scott told you laughing. “Well, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” You chuckled. The kids all took your hands and dragged you to the hallway. You put on your coat and walked into the backyard with them.
“We should make Mr. Snowman and make him look like uncle Chris!” Miles yelled, making you giggle. “Alright.” You told them and you all started to roll the snow for the bottom. They kept calling you Mrs. Snowwoman so you gathered them around and told them what you told Miles. “You see, I’m undercover. Nobody can know that I’m Mrs. Snowwoman. So it’s our little secret alright?” they all nodded with big eyes. “Uncle Chris!” you heard Ethan say and you looked around to find Chris smiling with all the love and adoration in his eyes. he walked up to you “Can I help?” he asked the kids and they all nodded. “We’re making you!” Stella said and you giggled. He looked at you amused but started helping. Soon Scott came outside after that Carly and Shanna. Lisa was looking from outside the window with a big smile on her face.
After the snowman was finished, Chris put his arm around you to look at the creation until he felt a snowball hit his back. He turned around and saw Scott grinning. “You’re dead” he said serious and ran towards Scott with a snowball. The kids joined in and so did you, Carly and Shanna. You and Chris teamed up and every time a snowball came your direction he would take the hit, making you giggle and then he would stare at you with a loving smile until one hit the back of his head. Of course it was Scott, trying to give Chris a hard time. You looked up with Carly and it started snowing again. You looked at each other and smiled.
This was the best Christmas you’ve ever had and felt the joy for Christmas coming back to you. You saw Chris tackle Scott and you all giggled. You played some more in the snow until Lisa called that dinner was ready. You all got inside and dried off before sitting around the table as dinner was already on the table. You all ate and laughed. You complimented Lisa on her cooking as it was amazing. Maybe it sounds weird or fast but you’ve never felt more at home and welcome. After dinner You helped Lisa. “Oh dear, you don’t have to.” She told you. “I would like to. It’s normal.” You told her with a kind smile and she looked at Chris with a smile. “Alright then darling,” he took you to the kitchen.
You helped her clean up the dishes. “I can’t possibly thank you enough for letting me join.” You told her genuinely. She smiled and laid her hand on top of yours. “I have to thank you my dear. What I saw outside, I haven’t seen in a while. And I know that if it wasn’t because of you, it wouldn’t have happened. I realized how much I’ve missed seeing that. Seeing everyone happy and together in the snow. Thank you.” you looked at her a little surprised but smiled softly. “Well I’m glad I could help.” You started cleaning again and told her a little about your family etc.
“Can I be honest with you?” Lisa asked you. “Well I rather have you honest.” You told her a little giggling. “Chris doesn’t take a lot of girls to us. And the girls that did came here….” She shook her head. “But with you….. You’re amazing. I like you very much dear.” You couldn’t wipe the smile away from your face. “That’s very nice to hear. Thank you.” she smiled and gave you a hug and ushered you back to the Livingroom.
Everyone was looking outside of the window and instead of the snow falling gently, it became a snowstorm. The pushed on the news and it was a warning for everyone to not get on the road until tomorrow. Chris looked at you and Lisa walked in as well. “Well luckily, we have a big house and everyone can stay here. I rather keep everyone here than back on the road. See it like old times.” She said cheering everyone up and you smiled. “Want to sit underneath the patio?” Chris asked you. “Sure.” You gave him a smile. He got a wine for you, a beer for him, your coats and a blanket.
You sat down on the patio and now you could see the multicolor lights that were hanging since it was dark. You shivered a little and Chris opened the blanket. The other half was tightly wrapped around his shoulder. You sat close to him so you could have the blanket as well. he placed it around your shoulder and you sat tightly next to each other. “I’m sorry you can’t go home right now.” he told you sincere. “I actually don’t mind that much. I just don’t want to be a bother to you.” he looked surprised at you. “” Y/N, this is the best Christmas I’ve had in a very long time and that’s because of you.” you smiled and felt very flustered. “Thank you. and I just wanted to make sure.”
“Can I be honest with you?” you asked Chris “Of course!” he told you. “This is actually the best Christmas I’ve ever had. I’ve never felt more welcome than I feel here. Not even with my own family.” You told him as you looked in front of you and rubbed your legs to warm them up a bit. “Was that why you were a little out of it in the beginning?” you nodded. “Yeah, once I saw everyone happy and going along with each other, I realized that, that’s all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t really have a big family and it’s always very awkward and nine out of the ten times my mom makes a, not so smart, comment towards me and it ruins the spirit. So I’m very grateful that I get to be here and experience this. I can’t thank you enough.” You told him and he listened intently and looked a little sad at your story.
“Well I’m glad I could provide for the best Christmas.” He told you with a smile. “Well, I’m glad I could do the same.” You told him and looked at him. Chris was already staring at you with a soft smile. You both stared into each other’s eyes completely in a daze. His face came closer and so did you. His fingers found your chin and brought you closer. You felt his lips gaze over yours and felt your stomach do loops and your heart flutter. You nodded his nose softly and carefully placed your lips on his. You both melted into each other before moving. His fingers grabbed your chin a little more tighter and he started moving the kiss. You felt his tongue slip in and your hand found his cheek. You could feel his beard softly brush against your chin. He gave you a couple of more kisses before pulling away to rest his forehead on yours. “I’ve wanted to do that from the moment I saw you.” he told you, making you smile. “Yeah, Miles made that clear.” You told him chuckling, making him chuckle as well. “Well apparently he is the best wingman since you’re here.” He told you making you laugh more.
He pulled you in for a couple of more kisses. “I really like you Y/N. I know we just know each other since yesterday but it doesn’t feel like it and I’ve never felt so hard for someone or so intense” he told you honestly. “Me neither. I really like you too Chris.” He smiled. “I know this is fast. Hell it’s very fast but…. Please be mine?” you chuckled. “I would like that Chris. Let’s figure it out together.” You told him. He smiled at you and chuckled. “God you’re all I’ve ever dreamed of” and gave you another kiss. It was fast, sure but it felt so natural and normal that you couldn’t wait for what the future had in store.
“Let’s go inside and get you warmed up, sweetheart.” You nodded and he helped you get up. You and Chris sat next to each other on the couch, close together and everyone was quite but had a smile. You and Chris looked confused at each other. Scott was the first to break with the smirk on his face. “We saw…” he said. You and Chris felt extremely flustered. Chris started blushing and you both chuckled uncomfortably. “Welcome in the family Y/N!!!” Scott said happily and gave you a hug, taking you in surprise. You chuckled. “You better keep her! She’s the best you’re ever going to get.” Carly said and you felt flustered. “Carly is right.” Lisa came in. “I know.” Chris said looking lovingly at you. “Oh my god!!! Yup, she’s the one. I told you Christmas Miracle! He didn’t even deny it. he’s head over heels” Scott said excitedly. Chris just chuckled and pulled you closer. “Scott, leave them be. Don’t make her uncomfortable.” Shanna said. “Oh I’m sorry.” Scott told you and you waved it off. “It’s okay, don’t worry.” He smiled.
“So luckily I came prepared and had all the beds done today, just to be sure. And everyone can sleep in their old rooms.” Lisa told everyone. “Oh and dear, you sleep in Chris’s bed. There’s a mattress for you on the ground Chris.” She told him and you giggled but decided on not saying anything. You all watched home alone with some hot chocolate and you cuddled up against Chris. Scott even rested his head on your legs and the kids were out like a light. “Don’t steal my girlfriend.” Chris whispered to Scott. You chuckled “well if I was straight I would’ve known but you’re lucky. She’s just a good pillow, let me!” he told the last part stern, making you giggle. “If you’re not okay with this just let me know.” Scott told you. “No it’s fine.” You told him still chuckling.
After the movie you all got upstairs. You looked around in his room and there were planets and comics everywhere. You knew Lisa cleaned up but smiled. His room was nice. It felt comfortable. “I like your room.” You told him a little nervous. You never slept ( and I mean literally just sleep) this fast with someone before. He looked into his closet for something to wear for you. He smiled at you and saw that you felt a little uncomfortable. He walked up to you. “Hey you okay?” he asked you a little worried. “Yeah, it’s just…. I’ve never done this, this fast.” He nodded. “If it makes you feel more comfortable, I can just sleep on the mattress.” He told you chuckling. “It wouldn’t be the first I would be on a mattress. And I just want to tell you, well take it as slow as you want and need. This scares me too. But it’s okay because I know it’s with you.” he told you as you both sat on the bed. he got a hairpiece from your face and put it behind your ear.
“Thank you Chris. It’s just I got some things I have to deal with in my head and I’m scared that it’ll scare you away.” you told him honestly. He smiled at you “I don’t get scared that easily and besides, it comes with the package right?” he told you, repeating your words back to you with a wink. You smiled at him “Thank you. that means a lot.” He gave you a kiss on your forehead and took your hand in his, guiding you to his closet. He gave you sweatpants and a shirt. You got changed into the bathroom and freshened up and laid into Chris’s bed.
He came back and smiled at you. He walked up to you and hung above you to give you a goodnight kiss. it got passionate but you both stopped before it got heated. “If there’s something or you can’t sleep or anything please wake me up.” he told you and gave you kisses all over your face, making you giggle. You nodded “Goodnight Chris.” He smiled “Goodnight baby.”
You laid on your side and you could see the snow fall from the window. You felt like you couldn’t get any sleep since you’ve been staring at the window for about an hour. You turned around towards Chris, deciding if you should wake him or not. You stared at the ceiling and kept doubting about it. “Baby, you still awake?” You heard Chris whisper, also clearly still awake. you turned around. “Yeah. Can’t sleep either?” you asked him. “No.” he told you and rubbed his face.
“Do you want to play a game?” he asked you casually. You chuckled. “don’t make it sound like i’m in one of the saw movies.” You told him and he chuckled. “But yeah sure I’m up for it.” you told him and he got up. “Okay I have a lot of games here but what about a card game?” he asked you. “Sure.” You told him with a smile. He walked towards his bed and sat in the middle, making you sit up as well.
He explained the rules and you started playing. You and Chris giggled. And all of a sudden the door swung open. You and Chris looked in shock and saw Scott by the door. He frowned “I eh thought you were doing other ‘activities’” he told you both. “And then you think, opening the door is the best way to go?” Chris asked him “Yeah I haven’t really thought about it.” you chuckled. “A card game?” Scott asked. You and Chris looked at each other sheepishly. “We couldn’t sleep….” You told him and Scott giggled. “If you guys aren’t soulmates than love doesn’t exist.” And with that he closed the door. You and Chris looked at each other and started laughing.
You laid on your side and so did Chris in front of you. You played for a couple of hours until you both got tired. He placed the card game on the ground and wanted to get back to his mattress. “Chris?” he looked at you. “ could you, maybe, stay here. If you’re comfortable with that?” you asked him a little nervous. He smiled and got underneath the blankets. “Do you want to cuddle baby?” he asked you and you nodded. He smiled and you scooted closer. You laid face to face first and he kissed your nose and after that your lips. It was more of a sensual kiss, filled with care and love, making your heart flutter. He took his sweet marry time with that kiss, as it became a lazy kiss. you both pulled away and stared at each other. “Merry Christmas baby.” You smiled and softly rubbed your nose against his “Merry Christmas Chris.” He smiled and gave you another kiss.
He pulled you into his arms and held you tightly. You were wrapped in his arms and it felt like nothing in the world could hurt you right now. you completely relaxed into his touch and fell into a peaceful sleep.
~three years later~
Everyone sat around the table, chatting and smiling again and you held Chris’s hand. He came closer to your face. “Merry Christmas and happy anniversary, baby girl” you smiled and gave him a kiss. “I still can’t believe that you guys are engaged. But then again, when I caught you that night, playing a card game, I knew you were meant for each other. So you know what, I’m not that surprised I’m more surprised that he could get a woman like you.” Scott teased his brother, making you chuckle. Chris kicked his brother again and Lisa came in again “Boys! No fighting!” she said strict. After the first Christmas together, Chris made sure to make every holiday special for you.
You looked around and felt home. This is home. Chris still looked at you as the day he first met you, making you smile and gave him another kiss as the kids yelled “Ewww Gross!!” you and Chris chuckled. You looked outside and it started snowing again. You and Chris looked at each other with excitement “You get the chocolate milk later and I’ll get the cards!” Chris told you, already making plans for tonight if you had to stay over. Everyone giggled and it truly was a merry good christmas
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I love how nonsensical and inconsistent are Sam’s standards when it comes to Bucky’s behaviour. He forgave him a murder attempt (thrice), insensitive comments, bad attitude, and ghosting... but then he got offended about Bucky not liking Marvin Gaye that much and saying simple “hi” to his sister. It’s amazing.
I honestly believe that if Bucky tried to attack Sam for the fourth time, Sam would get over it within an hour, but if Bucky rated his favourite movie only 7/10 Sam’d stop talking to him for at least three days.
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pairing；bucky barnes x f!reader
warnings；language, john walker being john walker, a bit of angst and fluff because we deserve it
summary；after a mission, all you wanted was a ride home, but apparently God sent the wrong person.
a/n；hi there! this is my first time writing to bucky 😆🦾 and i hope you all like it!
• the reader is inspired by Selene, known in greek mythology as the Goddess and Personification of the Moon.
• English is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors.
• Y/N – your name
If you could choose between fighting the Deviants alone or walking another mile with those damn boots "cooking" your feet, you would have chosen the first option without much effort. Maybe that was a pretty stupid choice even for someone like you, but in this case, nothing seems worse than the blisters that formed on your heels.
— I feel like I'm going to pass out at any moment. – You stated, adding a little more drama to your voice than necessary and you could have sworn you saw the men roll their eyes at the same time.
— Don't be dramatic! – Sam warned, trying to stop you from continuing your whining and it just pissed you off.
— In case you didn't know, we've been walking for hours, Wilson!
— It's only been 20 minutes, Y/N. – Bucky joined the conversation, unfortunately choosing the wrong side to be on.
— Well, maybe so, but to complete this perfect day, my new combat boots hurt my feet. – You told them as you paused to adjust your left boot, trying as much as possible to lessen the friction between it and the blisters, but it seemed pointless. — This is killing me!
You looked around hoping to find some housing that you could go to and ask for help – some band-aids would be much appreciated – but the place was practically deserted. There was nothing but the long road, trees and green fields. However, it was peaceful, you would have liked to walk around here on another occasion, but now all you wanted was to go home as soon as possible.
— What happened to your old boots? – You heard Sam's question and even though you knew he was doing it just to shift the focus of the "conversation", you answered:
— They were too old, so the Sarge here offered to go with me to buy new boots.
— I told you to stay with the other boots. – Bucky added and you just shook your head lightly, remembering his insistence so that you took the other pair. At that moment you didn't take his wise words into account.
Just see where you are now.
— Trust me, I regret not having listened to you.
— Wait, then, is that why you guys disappeared yesterday afternoon? Were you at the mall? – Sam came back with his questions, but this time accompanied by a mixture of disappointment and surprise, confusing you.
— Yes... Where did you think we were?
— I don't know... – The man just shrugged, but there was a trail of malice on his lips when he continued: — Somewhere, making cyborg babies maybe...
— I didn't hear that. – You said and looked in Bucky's direction, noticing his jaw tighten, apparently not liking his friend's "suspicions". — Getting back to what really matters, where are your wings, Sam?
— I took it off to wash.
— What? I'm serious! You could give me a ride so I wouldn't have to walk...
— I wouldn't give you a ride.
— Stupid bird. – You muttered, slowing your steps as your feet protested in pain.
— I heard it!
— Good! But I can repeat it anyway... Stupid bird!
— Can you two stop?! – Bucky exclaimed, losing his patience.
It wasn't news to anyone that you and Sam behaved like cranky kids when you were together, but Bucky can't remember when he agreed to take on the role of full-time nanny. One day that task was just thrown on his shoulders.
— She was the one who started it. – Sam gave you a disgusted look and you just stuck your tongue out at him, getting another eye roll in response.
— You know what? – You stopped walking, having enough about it. — I'll sit here in the middle of the road and see if I can get a ride...
— You do this and I carry you on my shoulder back home.
To say that Bucky was angry was an understatement, but you had bigger issues to deal with, like your feet, for example. So his "threat" didn't seem so bad.
— It would still be better than walking and... – You stopped suddenly, losing the moment when Sam looked up, thanking the gods for this miracle, while you were busy trying to identify the sound that had caught your attention. — Hey, it's a car! Did you hear that little bird? I don't need your wings anymore!
You started yelling and waving, ignoring Sam and his taunts like: "Did your mother never tell you it's dangerous to get into strangers' cars?"
You just hoped it was someone minimally decent, but as soon as the car got a considerable distance, you recognized that little blue and red dot.
— Shit, shit, shit! It's Walker!
You quickly returned to close to your friends and Sam didn't miss the opportunity to say:
— Are you happy now? There is your knight in shining armor.
— Look what we have here... – John's voice echoed and it was your turn to look up at the sky, but in a pleading way. All you wanted was a simple ride, God couldn't be that unfair. — What makes you scream so desperately for me, Y/N?
— She wasn't screaming for you. – Bucky intervened and Sam closed the distance between you so that your arms were almost touching as you walked side by side. They always became more protective of you when the new Captain America was around.
— I just wanted a ride. My feet are killing me. – You said, hoping the man would just walk away, but the smile that lit up his features showed he had other plans.
— Well, today is your lucky day... Come on! – The blonde exclaimed, opening the vehicle's rear compartment and you just shook your head from side to side, admitting:
— I don't know if it's a good idea...
— Oh, please, what's wrong with that?
You remained silent, pondering your options – which weren't many, actually.
— Do you really prefer to walk the rest of the way with your feet like this? – Walker insisted, pointing to your feet. — Your friends can come too.
His words were almost irrecusable and you looked at your teammates. Sam and Bucky immediately stopped walking and looked at you in silence, but nodded anyway. The idea of spending a few minutes in the company of the infamous John Walker couldn't be so bad compared to the sight of your feet once you get back home, so you smiled at your friends and approached the vehicle, where the damaged "copy" of Steve Rogers held out his hand to you.
— Keep your hands away from her. – Bucky growled, not caring about the look the blonde threw him after he pushed his arm out of the way.
With his attention on you, he helped you into the old military jeep, followed by Sam soon after and you couldn't contain the sigh of relief that came from between your lips as you settled into the seat opposite John and Lemar, while Sam sat on your left and Bucky on your right. With the car moving once more and the light breeze touching your face, you hummed happily, knowing you didn't have to walk a few more miles.
As a few minutes passed and everything seemed fine, Bucky began to think that the ride had not arrived in bad time, until he realizes that the fake Captain's eyes were about to drill holes in your skin. John didn't bother to be discreet. While you are distracted by the green immensity around you, he, without the slightest shame, is distracted by the way the material of your suit hugs your body. When caught red-handed, he just nodded in Bucky's direction, before turning his eyes to you, saying:
— I'm surprised someone like you still wastes time with these guys, Y/N.
— What does that mean? – You asked, even though you felt the conversation wasn't going to take a pleasant turn.
— You know. You are a literal Goddess...
— In fact, she is the Personification of the Moon. – Bucky said, however, John couldn't tell the difference.
— Isn't that all the same, Barnes?
— Okay, guys. Personification or Goddess, I still have blisters on my heels. – You remembered, trying to prevent a possible discussion from starting between them. — And, John, whatever you have to say, I'm not interested.
— Oh please! Until when you will insist on this thing of fighting the crime next to these two... – He paused, searching his mind for some adjective he could use to insult the men seated beside you. — I really don't know... They are the least important Avengers, understand?
— Said the guy who isn't an Avenger. – Sam completed, making you laugh. Bucky, on the other hand, limited himself to declaring his support with a small smile.
— Still, who's with the shield? – John attacked back, not at all satisfied with what he'd just heard. — Anyway, I'm just saying this because I know what's best for you, Y/N. I don't like to see you wasting your time with this team.
When you accepted the ride, it certainly wasn't the kind of conversation you expected to have. In fact, you thought the silence would be much more appreciated than Walker's apparent insistence on getting you to join his team.
— And what would be best for me? Join you?
— I thought it was quite obvious. After all, I'm the new Captain America and you used to be loyal to Rogers, so nothing fairer than your loyalty to be mine now. – John spoke as if it's your duty to be by his side right now and the shield, reason enough for you to accept it without question, but, to be honest, you would have preferred to deal with Wilson's taunts for the rest of your life rather than follow his orders. — We would be a great team... You and I... – He pointed in your direction, smiling at the idea. — I think this might work.
— I don't see it that way. I'm very satisfied with my team, understand? – It was your turn to smile, patting your partners on the shoulder, before looking at John. — And until they decide to kick my ass, I'm not going anywhere.
— You're making a mistake. I would abandon this boat if I were you. – John's words sounded like a warning and the way Bucky had been looking at him since you guys got in the car was starting to test his patience, so he didn't care what he said next: — Especially when the Winter Soldier is on your team.
Silence finally fell over you, but it wasn't what you expected. This silence was not appreciated, it was almost deafening and you immediately regretted breathing the same air as this man. Sam also didn't hide his dislike for Walker and felt that bringing it up was more than unnecessary. And Bucky didn't say a single word, just kept looking at the fake Captain America.
— What's that? I just mentioned our friend's alter ego here and you guys got weird! – John laughed, enjoying the situation he created and not even Sam asking him to "take it easy", it was enough to make him stop. — Come on, admit it, Barnes! He's still inside you, isn't he? Don't get me wrong, I just can't believe you got rid of him, that's not how it works, you know? You can't go around killing people and then blaming Hydra. It was you too.
If there was one thing you knew, it was that Bucky was perfectly capable of defending himself, but he didn't need to. He shouldn't waste his time explaining himself for the millionth time about something that wasn't his fault. His stay in Wakanda was promising, it really worked, and now that he's focused on his therapy sessions, it won't be the idiot with Steve's shield that will screw this up.
— I was wrong. I'd rather rip off both my feet than spend another 5 minutes in your presence. – You got up and grabbed one of the jeep's iron bars to keep your balance. From his seat, John looked visibly insulted by your words, but you couldn't care less, so you turned to the driver: — Hey buddy! Stop the car.
Your request was clearly ignored and the man continued to drive, as if Walker's orders were the only ones he received. Bucky sensed your indignation, and if leaving the car was what you wanted, he was more than happy to intervene, reinforcing your words:
— Didn't you hear her? Stop the car!
It didn't take long for John to begin his self-pity speech. Of course he would try to stop you from leaving like that, but it was too late. Your patience had already run out. You didn't mind the malicious looks, the way he longed to have you by his side to display it as a key chain, none of that really mattered. Walker was an asshole and you knew it, but the moment he got Bucky into it, hoping to get a reaction from him, it was over for you.
— Just forget what I said... Y/N... – The blonde insisted, abandoning his seat as quickly as he could to grab your arm, but you managed to get rid of him without much effort and pushed him back into his seat, tired of this ridiculous theater. After all, this man is married!
Your temper changed as you approached the edge of the car and Bucky's hands came into contact with your waist, lowering you gently to the ground.
— Well, we got no ride and Y/N will keep complaining about the damned blisters on her feet. This day can't get any worse. – Sam added wryly, watching the car pull away.
Despite the distance, John yelled something you couldn't understand, maybe Bucky has, but no one was really interested, so you just held up your arms and showed your middle fingers, hoping the new Captain America could see that.
— I still can't believe they gave him the shield. – You muttered, but at the same time you couldn't help but feel guilty about what happened moments ago. So, in an attempt to apologize and still get a smile from your teammates, you said: — Okaaay, looks like we'll have to wait for another ride...
— Absolutely not! You will not do this again! – Sam practically yelled in the middle of the road, making you laugh. — You know when I said I took my wings off to wash? I was kidding, okay? They're here! I think you already knew that, but I can take you home. All you have to do is promise that you're done with this business of hitchhiking with strangers...
— I have a better idea. – Bucky argued, moving closer to you. The confusion on your face was replaced by a squeal as his arms went under your legs and behind your back, lifting you off the ground. — Maybe this will stop you from hitchhiking with idiots.
— First of all, Sarge, I wouldn't be getting into strangers' cars if you'd done this before. – You joked, leaning in slightly to place a kiss on his cheek.
— It doesn't look bad. – Bucky admitted as you taped the last band-aid to your heel. Altogether there were 5 on the left foot and now 4 on the right.
Apparently, that's the stark reality that superheroes don't show.
— I never want to see those damn boots in front of me again!
With a low laugh, Bucky headed back to the bathroom, probably to keep the antiseptic spray and what's left of the band-aids, but when he returned, unlike what you had expected, he settled into the armchair in the corner, far enough away from you, who were in bed. After a drawn-out sigh, you confirmed that something was wrong and even suspected what it might be, but before you had a chance to ask, Bucky spoke up. Even before therapy, he never had a problem talking to you. It was undeniable how comfortable he felt around you and that didn't change after you guys got involved…romantically speaking. It had been going on for 4 months since then and everything seemed to be flowing so well, the two of you didn't feel the need to label things. A part of you suspected this relationship would be fleeting, as the two of you had come a long way and it was natural for you to find warmth in each other's arms, but another part of you wished it were more than that.
— Did you ever regret being part of the team? Or did you feel like you were wasting your time by our side, while you could be doing more for the world? Even the universe... – He questioned, breaking eye contact as soon as you crawled out of bed.
Still not having the courage to look into your eyes, Bucky sat up straighter in the armchair, allowing you to sit on his lap, before wrapping his arms like chains around your waist. He felt like an idiot for spilling his insecurities like that, but these questions had never crossed his mind, and that was why he was so intrigued when John broached the subject. Bucky knew from the start that you were extremely powerful. As powerful as the Asgardian God or Carol Danvers. Before you even joined the Avengers, you said you were in another group, but you never felt like you belonged, however, now that the Avengers seem more like a myth, Bucky wondered if your purpose was to be on the side of the Eternals, instead of wasting your time fighting mundane crimes alongside him... It seemed like he was somehow slowing you down, keeping you chained to an ex-murderer with so many problems and traumas it was impossible to enumerate.
Pulling off the chains that held your waist, he tried to get up, but you were quick to swing your legs to either side of his body while you remained seated on his lap. With nowhere to run, Bucky let out a defeated sigh, as if he didn't want you to make things more difficult... but what was he waiting for? Did he want you to just say that John Walker, of all people in the world, was right? If that were the case, you would go after Druig yourself and ask him to control your mind for the rest of your life, so you couldn't agree with anything the new Captain America said.
— I could never regret it. – You stated, with nothing but conviction in your voice. — You and Sam are my family, I thought you knew that. And his nephews are already calling me aunt, that must mean something. – Your laugh mingled with his and your faces were only inches apart. Moistening your lips, you continued: — No matter what that faker has said or comes to say, I feel that my place is here... with you, James. And if we're being honest here, you need to know that the last four months have meant all the stars to me. Four months that can turn into four years or as long as you like. I'll be here, possibly pissing the hell out of you like today on the road, but...
His lips came up to meet yours with a misunderstood urgency, but it wasn't long before you found the answer behind his actions. Your hands remained firmly placed on his broad shoulders, while Bucky was squeezing your right thigh with his human hand, leaving the vibranium hand on your back, pushing your body down so there's no distance between you. More than anything, he needed you close to him. He needed to show that this was never a passing thing and that, for him, these 4 months would turn into 40 years, because Sergeant Barnes finally found everything he could ever want, you. A mysterious figure who has walked the earth longer than he can imagine, so powerful and ruled by the Moon.
Unexpectedly, someone knocked on the door and against your will, you walked away from Bucky. Your breathing was a real mess and before you could ask if the world was ending once more, a well-known voice echoed on the other side:
— Is my future cyborg nephew on his way?
You and Bucky looked at each other in disbelief, before he yelled:
— Are you serious, Sam? Leave us alone! – Your attempt to look angry failed as soon as a laugh left your mouth and you quickly buried your face in Bucky's neck.
You were at home.
a/n；thank you soooo much for reading ♡ and also let me know what you think of this one, i would appreciate it!
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