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the-firebird69 · 4 months

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The couple other indicators and they're strong ones are what's happening with social security and tonight they're declaring they're going to issue his check and it'll get it and promptly and they're getting a lot of responses like no and they're going through a lot of them and we're there foreigners are there and tons of them are dying they're a bunch of pigs

-there's a huge number of people that have some desire to try and harm our son all the time they're noticing that too they want to bother him and take from him and they think that gets some stuff and they're getting hit nobody wants them doing it and there's a bunch of moral I could do but they don't get anything either they're running around like insane people cuz they are mostly and they're getting killed this is an indicator a lot of people have noticed this a long time ago and and wife and it started mentioning it

-some people are trying to hang on and they can't believe how bad they're being and horrific I'm trying to tell them they've always been this dumb in this horrific then people are holding them up like the empire for this show and it's gone past it and they're not really that great themselves but they do have long moments of trying to do it

-there's other things pointed out I'd say it's getting stuff but he's not they're trying to get the paperwork together for the money that they owe on social security and Mac Daddy is trying to get it there too yeah two degree and he really can't he's got someone in the brain and he's got all these people around him he would be and is hoping he gets broken out and saved because it's horrible and he was brought down by able

-other signs this is happening foreigners are taking notes and they're attacking the morlock and getting information and trying to get our son stuff and they appreciate him going to the Chinese food place and talking it up they really got some business a lot of people go to there places now it's good food a lot of it's very healthy anti-inflammatory stuff potassium and the fried bananas helped out a lot and it helped people here they're cooked and it doesn't give you that rotten feel

-there's a ton of other people wanting to say stuff no but we have a couple other big things they're trying to grab people all the time to use them as slaves and in mines for diamonds and gold and everybody has to watch out they're sending out huge alerts now

-to grab tons of these more lock to do it and the pseudo empire does too and huge numbers of being enslaved and said gigantic tragedy

-but other notifications of the situation changing and really it's going to be a heartache it's going to be very difficult and he knows it but he says it's easier is less to worry about and it's true too he can't mobilize he can't move he can't grab something and pay for it later you can't do practically anything that people have to do when they have to be able to move and you can't move and it's not worried about that too much but eventually it will be a problem this is right now the empire is going to want to make look like his mobile to reduce the amount of foreigners coming in and that's why they're doing it and it really is that's a huge indicator right there

-and those other things happening that are indicators of them doing this and they're very strong they are talking about the cars and they put it out there and they put thanos out there they put out which car is most likely going to be the car

And her son says he thinks it's a crappy old one but it's one of his favorite cars because his wife was with him and in a towards what she looks like she's beautiful and she looks like the woman from the castle song and she knows it too she's smaller than her though oddly enough in the real life situation down and can do it safely and she's smiling and she says that's fun but she wants him to do it and it's her car and it's not really it's his kind of thing but it's really the guys and they both should know it and they like it they love it it's really something people should have is car like that powerful and his handles an accident pretty good and it has limited slip so it's good in the snow and ice and good mileage but really people think it's the Firebird but he says maybe later but the Pontiac is the same company and driving that around might revive it and then you would have this 19 this 2000 something Firebird which is really old and with some fairings on it and people are saying that might be it and a new rear end hopefully. A lot of people say it looked like Timmy Doyle's butt I said yes ass was fat and Dave stagers ass was not and Mrs Doyle's ass was pretty fat and Mr Doyle had no ass. In other words Hera he says the saying it's kind of like the ass man's car from Seinfeld and that's great because she'll probably be doing that because of her. It's not exactly the same so she's a little upset but here we go. It's a very pretty girl and he loves her a lot and it's freaked out by a lot of stuff that he practically did himself but that's how it is being a little baby I'm going to get on with us but it's one of the main reasons so we should publish and we will

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turtlemurmurs · 3 years

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Found this little thing in my pixel art folder hehehe.. The slimes say trans rights!! And also happy pride month! 💖

Disclaimer: this is my art/animation, but the slimes are based off of the ones in Terraria

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raatopaikka · 5 years

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#card #postcard #birthday card #sketch #drink #glass #pro marker #let's just hope the friend i made this for doesn't secretly follow this blog #the signature is crappy oops #jesus the colouring looks over-the-top on mobile lmao #retro #illustration #2019

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crashdevlin · 3 years

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Another Second Chance 17- Everything Changes

Another Second Chance Masterlist, Happily Ever Eventually Masterlist

Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.

Summary: Y/n and Danneel talk which forces Y/n to share a bit of truth with Nova.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 2934

Story Warnings: past cheating, Nova is not nice to Danneel, Nova is a very protective daughter

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Danneel looks a little shocked. Not like she’s shocked to see me, but maybe that she’s shocked that I didn’t run away and hide. She shakes herself out of it and smiles back at me. “Hey, sweetie. I guess we had to run into each other eventually, didn’t we?”

I nod and look back toward the dressing rooms. “Yeah. Austin’s big, but not that big.” I feel a bit uncomfortable as I gesture at the dresses. “I’m getting Nova some nice stuff for the Out Youth Gala.”

“Oh, yeah.” She nods and fiddles with her purse strap. Seems she’s just as uncomfortable. “Jensen mentioned he was taking her. I told him I’d stay home for this one.”

"You don't have to sit it out. You could still-"

"It'd be pretty tense. Jensen and I haven't been able to be around each other for more than a few minutes at a time in...well, in years.” Well, that’s a confirmation of Jensen’s words that I never thought I’d get. “Besides...a young bi girl, she deserves to rub elbows with those people. I’ve already met most of them.”

“Thanks for...giving it up this year.” I want to rub the back of my neck. I want to hug myself. I want to tug on my hair a bit. I’m tense and I don’t like feeling like this. I don’t, though. I keep my smile and I stay polite. I learned this a long time ago.

“Of course, sweetie.” God, that makes me cringe.

“Can you…” How do I say this without sounding rude? “Not call me that?”

She nods, understanding immediately. “Sorry. Default. I…” She runs her fingers through her hair and lets out a soft scoff. “I’m not really good at this. I should have just walked back out when I saw you.”

“No, no, that’s…” I sigh. “This is awkward. For both of us. Last time we talked, I was so angry and sad and-”

“And now you’ve got Jensen back and everything is coming up for you.”

That hits a little bitter.

“Danneel...I…” I scoff and shake my head, crossing my arms over my chest. “The fact that I’m with Jensen again has nothing to do with the upward mobility of my existence...and, you know, I’m sorry that you and Jay didn’t work out, but I stepped out after you got caught together. You had five years to get him back and make things work.”

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." She shakes her head. "No, well, I guess a little. I just always thought one day he'd stop pining over you and come home." Guess she's still in love. Jensen just isn't a man who's easy to get over, is he? "Guess that was wishful thinking."

"I tried, Dee. I told him...I told you. I stepped back at every opportunity so that I wouldn't ever be in the way of your love."

"I know. From the very beginning, you tried to stay out of the way but we didn't really want that."

I roll my eyes. "You both wanted to have your cake and eat it but that's not how the world works." Not my world, anyway. "That Happy Family Fantasy? I talked myself into that. I tried to be what would have made you and Jensen happiest, but I couldn't do it. Trying hurt me. That single night that ruined everything…and when I realized that it wouldn't ever work with me and him and you, I stepped away, just like I stepped away when I realized my involvement with him was harming your marriage. I did everything I could to make sure you didn't lose him and-"

"What do you think of this one, Mum?" Nova's voice stops me and I turn toward the dressing room. She looks gorgeous...and angry. "What's she doing here?"

"It's a free country, Nova. She can shop where she likes." I clear my throat, try to get the bitterness out of my voice. "Genevieve is the one who introduced me to this shop. I assume that she-"

"I expected Gen to have better taste in friends."

"Not the time for the attitude," I snap at her.

"I don't have an attitude." She crosses her arms over her chest.

"Yes, you do and you need to stop."

"I just don't understand why you're standing there, talking to the woman who ruined your relationship with Jensen last time. You can't just-"

"It's more complicated than all that, sweetie." Don't talk, Danneel. She's already about to go into fight mode.

"It's not," Nova practically growls. "It's not complicated. He was dating my mother and you were caught shoving your tongue down his throat. That's crappy but it's not complicated!"

"Nova. Stop!" Mom Voice better work. I don’t want anything to show up on TMZ about a fight between my daughter and Danneel in the middle of a damn dress shop.

"No!" She did not just stomp her foot and- "What, you think that just because you let Jensen fuck around with her while you were married to him that she has to be okay with him fucking around with you?"

My eyes go wide as she leans forward, trying to intimidate Dee. My heart starts pounding and I step between them, look up into my daughter's eyes. "Go get your clothes back on. Right fucking now."

"But, Mum!"

"I don't know who you think you are right now, little girl, but I am your mother and you're going to listen. Go. Get. Changed."

She stomps as she heads back to the dressing room. My heart is still going a mile a minute as I turn back to Danneel. "I'm...sorry about her. She...thinks she knows things and she...does know some things and she's protective and…" I scratch at my brow. "She doesn't want to see me break again."

"None of us do, swee-...Y/n. She's not wrong to be upset at me. Jensen's still upset at me about it."

I shake my head. "No, he's not. Did he never explain to you…" He really doesn't talk to her anymore. "It's not that he's mad at you, Danneel. He couldn’t come back because he had to change. He had to stop being the man that would ruin his life over selfish desires. You were...you were a constant reminder of what that old man had done. He couldn’t come back...not on his own, anyway." I don't know why that last thought escapes but it does.

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"Did you try to get him back?" I don't know why I'm asking this. Why do I care? "You asked me five years ago if Jensen wasn't worth fighting for. Did you fight for him? Or did you just sit at home, hoping he'd crawl back to you eventually? Did you fight?"

Because if she fought, if she tried, and he didn’t come back, that means he's really done with her. He really became a different man and he doesn't need or want her. He became a different man who just wants me.

"Are we leaving?" Nova asks as she hooks the hangers on the closest rack and approaches with her arms still crossed over her chest.

"Yeah. Grab the blue dress you tried on, take it to the register." She rolls her eyes and grabs the dress, walking toward the till.

"It was nice talking to you, Danneel." I start walking away to go pay for No's dress, but Danneel's voice stops me.

"I did fight. I tried. He wouldn't hear it." I look at her over my shoulder. "He was too caught up in the liquor and the loss." She tucks her hair behind her ear and gives a sad smile. "I fought for him. I lost him anyway."

I hate to acknowledge the elation I'm feeling, but it's there. He’s really mine. He's really mine and I won’t have to worry about her stealing his heart.

"I'm sorry, Danneel." It's all I can think to say. I know that losing Jensen couldn't have been easy. I walked away and it wasn't easy to lose him.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I never should have-"

"Things were complicated. They're less complicated now."

She nods. "For you."

Shit, I can't feel guilty about this. "Yes. Things are less complicated for me. I hope things get better for you." I head for the register and I pay for Nova's dress. Danneel is gone from the shop by the time we turn around to leave.

"Mum, I'm sorry, I-" Nova starts as we walk toward the car.

"Shut up."

She scoffs angrily. "That’s so rude!"

"Get in the car," I demand, tossing her dress in the back.

"Mum! I said I was-"

"And I said 'Shut up'." I drop into the driver's seat and wait for her to get in and shut her door. "First off, how fucking dare you say any words out of my mouth are rude with the way you spoke to Danneel in there? How dare you try to lecture your mother on how to speak to you when you obviously don't know how to speak to a woman who you probably don’t remember meeting and who did absolutely nothing to harm you.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but I keep talking. “I am fucking mortified that you would talk to her like that. You don’t know her. You met her once when we brought your little brother home from Vegas and you have no right to talk to her like that. She might not deserve your fucking respect, but I am not raising a disrespectful little brat. You can have your opinions and you can even voice them but you have no right to make her feel like shit about something that she’s been hammered about and called a homewrecker about for five fucking years. You wanna be a feminist, you wanna lift women up? You don’t fucking attack them for a mistake she made in the past. She fucked up and hurt me but you don’t even know the extent of it, because you are my daughter. You are not my manager, my bodyguard, or my fucking knight in armor, Nova. You are my daughter and I love you for trying to protect me, but I had that interaction handled and I didn’t need you flying off the handle at her. You weren’t even that bad with Jensen and he did worse than she did!”

She’s got tears in her eyes...and I feel bad for hurting her feelings, but...I’m right. She went too far.

“And while this is not something I ever thought I’d be talking to you about, you seem to think you know something about something so I’ll tell you that it doesn’t matter that Danneel and Jensen had an open marriage because that wasn’t what muddled everything up at the end and made them so bold as to be fucking around with each other while I was in Vancouver.”

“What? You--did something...happen before that?”

Again, not a conversation I thought I would be having with her...definitely not a conversation I’m going to have with her when she’s in trouble. “Doesn’t matter right now. What matters right now is that you’re fuckin’ grounded until the Gala. No electronics.”

“What?!” she exclaims indignantly.

“Yeah and if you don’t take your punishment gracefully, I’ll extend it past the Gala, too. You’ll get one night and then you’ll be grounded again. You want that?”

“No,” she grumbles. Me either, No. I hate being the bad guy...but I’ve always been better at it than Nate.

"When we get home, I want you to gather up your laptop, game consoles, and the cable box for your TV and put them in the garage. You can read a few books for entertainment."

"Okay." She sounds so dejected but...it’s what I have to do to get the point across.

"Good."

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“I’ll talk to Dee,” Jensen volunteers. “I’m sure she’s not-”

I shake my head. “I just can’t believe Nova went so vicious...and I think I’m going to have to tell her what happened back then.”

“You don’t have to. She doesn’t have to know.”

“She doesn’t have to know. But...she knows enough to be judgmental and-” What if she judges me afterward? What if she judges me for pressuring myself? What if she decides that I was in the wrong? What if she thinks it wasn’t cheating because we had a three-way, even though they both knew I didn’t want them together without me? “It’s better if I’m honest with her. If she decides to hold the threesome against me, then that’s...well, that’s her prerogative, but I think it’s better for everyone if she knows the truth.”

“You want me there?” he offers and I bite my bottom lip. I’d love to have the support, but…

“No. I think it’d be a better conversation for just me and her. She’s still kinda defensive around you.”

“Okay. Let me know how it goes, okay?”

“Yeah, I will. Tell Dee I’m sorry.”

“I will. I love you, Baby Girl.”

“Love you, too, Jay.”

I hang up the phone and head for the kitchen. I make a cup of coffee and sit at the table to drink it. I start running through ways this conversation can go, pieces of dialogue in a story. The conversations never really go like they do in my head. But I rehearse them anyway.

I finish my coffee and head up the stairs to her room. I knock. She groans and calls me to come in. I walk in and sit on the edge of her bed. She’s slouching in the bean bag chair in the corner, a book in her grasp. “When I got together with Jensen the first time, he was still married. I know you know that.” I look up at her ceiling. “Danneel agreed to an open marriage...but Jensen fucked it up. He fell in love with me. So, I left. I started dating Tom.” She makes a disgusted sound, but I keep talking. “You know this. Whatever post or article you read, you know this, but you don’t know that I started hanging with Danneel after Tom tried to rape me. We got drunk and I kissed her.”

Nova’s eyes go wide. “I was shocked when I did it, too...and I immediately told Jay. I felt so guilty and confused and...as soon as I told him, he decided that I needed to sleep with her.” I lick my lips. “He was a bit selfish back then. Pretty much very selfish back then...and he wanted both of us again. He admitted to it...that he pushed for me and her to sleep together. I couldn’t...but he really wanted it, us together...so Danneel and I came up with an idea...all three of us together.”

“You slept with both of them?” she asked, her voice a bit squeaky and very judgemental.

“Just once. I woke up the morning after and I couldn’t...I couldn’t deal. I felt dirty. I’d pressured myself into doing something just for Jay and Dee and it was bad. It was bad for me. Dr. McCauliffe told me that I should tell them how it made me feel, but I couldn’t. Disappointing them was something I couldn't do. I probably would have convinced myself to do it again eventually...and it would have broken me even further. I would have let it happen because I didn’t care about my mental health. I cared about them."

I'm afraid to look at her. Is she judging me? Is she disgusted?

"They both knew I didn’t want them touching each other. Not without me. But they both knew that I was unlikely to let it happen again...that I was having trouble with the first time and it was going to be an issue to do it again. That's why they...did what they did. They didn't think they'd get caught. They didn't think it would destroy me if they did."

"That’s worse!" she exclaims and I look over at her. She looks livid. "They knew you were falling apart!"

I rub at the back of my neck and nod. "Yeah, but they really wanted-"

"What you wanted didn’t matter? What you deserved? I can't believe them!"

"There’s a reason I had to end it all, why I had to get five years of distance. There's a reason why Jensen had to become a whole new man." I lick my lips and sigh. "They both betrayed me, Nova. They hurt me and it's taken five years to get us all okay and that's why I can't abide the way you talked to Danneel, because she lost everything too. She was selfish and horrible and she lost everything over it. She doesn't need a teenage girl giving her all this attitude over it."

She looks away and scratches at the back of her hand. "She deserved it."

"You don't get to make that determination." I lean forward and take her hand in mine. "I know that my mental break and breakup hurt you, No, but I'm the one they betrayed. I'm the one they broke...and I've decided to forgive."

"But-"

"But nothing. They've changed. I've changed. Things are better. Do you understand?"

She looks down and sighs. "I understand."

I pat her hand and stand. "You're still in trouble. But I love you, Nova."

"I love you, too."

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luna-rainbow · 3 years

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meta: implantation for prosthesis

Okay I wrote an entire essay on this and decided no one was going to be interested because it was so technical so I spent hours rewriting it but it turned out to be an essay anyway….

I hope this is helpful for anyone writing fics about Bucky’s time in Hydra cos you really don’t need to think up new torture methods when you consider the medical procedures he had to go through…

The TL;DR version: Bucky's implant doesn't obey the laws of biophysics but neither does Steve's shield; all that matters is they both look cool.

As you can see from this picture, compared to what I referred to in the amputation meta, the amputation level has moved from forearm (transhumeral) to above shoulder (probably forequarter) level.

How was Bucky's arm implanted?

The thing about Bucky's prosthesis and the way it's implanted is we don't have anything close to it in the real world, and there are some practical issues with it.

I dislike anatomy too but we gotta see it to understand, so bear with me.

What's important about this picture? Look at the ball and socket joint. The glenoid cavity i.e. "the socket" is basically a tea plate to the golf “ball” of the humerus - you rock it hard enough and the ball will fall out (e.g. shoulder dislocations). It's held in place by tendons and muscles that are built for mobility rather than durability, which is why rotator cuff tears are so common (and annoyingly debilitating when they do happen). To add to that mobility, the socket is formed by the shoulder blade/scapula, which itself is just a dinner plate sliding across the back of the rib cage, held in place only by a few flaps of muscles. Now look at that flimsy clavicle, then at that tiny point of contact between the clavicle and the sternum - that is the only attachment the shoulder has with the main (axial) skeleton.

What I'm getting at is that the entire human shoulder stays in place by the sheer miracle of opposing tendons and muscles and ligaments. This means at Bucky's level of amputation, all the things that hold the arm onto the body are gone, and just fusing metal components onto what remains is not going to cut it.

But he's still got his pecs, you say. Maybe he's still got his scapula, which means he'll also have his rotator cuffs. Yes, that brings me to the other unrealistic issue about his implant. In real life, we simply don't have the technology to do this - the components we have bond to bone but do not bond to soft tissue, i.e. muscles, fat and skin. Even if you have muscles left you can't attach them in a way that holds the joint on.

Directly attaching metal next to skin, as it appears for Bucky, has its own problems. One of the newest techniques these days is interosseus implants (Source), which inserts a metal shaft into a long bone and attaches the prosthesis at the end. A major drawback is fluid leak and infection because the soft tissue simply does not bond to the metal and form a good seal over/around it, so you essentially have a chronic open wound going all the way through to bone.

In Bucky's case, he doesn't even have any long bones left to even consider this technique. Where are you going to attach an entire arm? The clavicle? The ribs? The flappy scapula? Have you seen how easily these bones snap like legit grannies just have to trip over and they'll crack 8 ribs on the way down.

Of all the ways Bucky was attacked and injured in CACW, this is the one scene that makes me wince every time. That’s what, a 10 meter drop? I know what you’re thinking Bucky - it's gonna look impressive in front of Steve. Well, GOOD F**KING JOB BUCK YOU'VE JUST RIPPED YOUR IMPLANT OUT OF YOUR BONES. On a scale of "freezing yourself in cryo" to "breaking Zemo out of jail" can you STOP being such a self-destructive drama queen for FIVE minutes and—

Okay, but Bucky's arm is canon. Can it theoretically work if we take into account futuristic technology and super soldier serum?

So let's talk about what it needs to achieve: - Very strong attachment to axial skeleton WITHOUT use of muscles/tendons - Full range of motion as a normal human arm - Ability to connect to neural supply (won't go into detail in this post)

Let's pretend the metal-skin interface won't be a major issue because of better skin healing/better materials.

Even with the serum's healing/durability, the implant still needs a stronger attachment than a single clavicle. One (imaginary) possibility is having most of his left ribs and clavicle filled by (not replaced by) implants with attachment sites, to which the metal arm actually attaches. This distributes the loading forces more evenly throughout his thorax. Remember though the weak point is always at connection points, and at high enough impacts something will give, and if it's not his bones it'll be the metal work, and that will still hurt.

That leaves the issue of scapular movements. I just want you to take a moment to appreciate the many directions this bone flap spins in. It’s vital in positioning the shoulder relative to the rib cage, and it’s every anatomy student’s nightmare (or dream, I guess, depending on which end of the spectrum you fall).

Two (imaginary) possibilities: this is built into the prosthesis - ie the scapula is removed and jointed components pull the shoulder across the rib cage - this method means more bone/muscle have to be removed. The second is if they develop technology to attach muscle to metal implant, and I almost don’t want to think about that possibility because the amount of experimentation that would take, the amount of muscle tears and tendon rupture and repeat surgical procedures and pain is just horrific to consider.

CBB reading all that, can you just tell me what it practically means for Bucky?

He would have to: - Undergo multiple revisions to reach his current level of amputation: this could be from unsalvageable implant failures or injuries forcing them to go up higher (amputate more) for attachment points. - Undergo multiple rounds of experimental implant techniques: failures in those early decades are common due to the materials used and the immature techniques. Metal shattering within bone or snapping outside of bone can happen especially at the huge forces he puts the arm through. For perspective, people are advised against running after a hip replacement because that counts as "high impact" ARE YOU LISTENING TO THIS BUCKY. - Complications? Pain, infection (painful), bleeding (painful), nerve damage (painful), fractures (painful), implants breaking (painful), rejection of implant material (painful), reaction to sediments produced by crappy implant material (painful). I don't know if you see a common theme or... - After each surgery there will be a necessary healing time (even for a super soldier) where he will be vulnerable while the bone heals.

All of this suggests - and not to minimise what Isaiah was able to do single-handedly - that the early Winter Soldier was not the sleek machine that Steve fought, and was likely far more prone to injury and damage.

And finally, as a heartfelt thank you for getting this far, someone pointed out that Bucky cradles his metal hand for comfort. That itself suggests that despite the amount of pain that he inevitably endured to get a functioning prosthesis - his life was infinitely worse without it.

#bucky barnes #meta #tw: amputation #tw: injury #medical meta #your daily dose of pain #long post #looooong post #stucky meta

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ghostofskywalker · 4 years

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Codename: Last Resort

Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

Words: 4,547

Written for @buckys-other-punk‘s 500 Writing Challenge - congrats!! hope you enjoy!!

Prompt: “You’re-you’re crushing my spleen.” - “You don’t even know where your spleen is.”

Summary: Barnes and L/N are trouble waiting to happen. So much so that they aren't allowed to be paired on missions together, not after The Incident. But when something comes up that's bigger than both of them, can they adapt to work together? Or will it blow up in their face?

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

"We have to find another way," Steve said, looking at the holographic images of Fury and Tony. "There's a much higher chance of success if we can push this mission off until some of the others arrive back at the compound."

"Rogers, if we push this mission off now, we risk dealing with an even greater threat later!" Fury responded.

"He's right," Tony cut in. "If we don't push this mission off, we risk accelerating that threat."

"Okay, I'm obviously missing something," Fury said. "There's two people at the compound right now, and the mission requires two operatives. I don't see the issue here."

Tony smirked. "There's a reason that mission control is not allowed the pair Barnes and Y/N on missions at all, let alone extended undercover ones."

"If this is about some stupid team rivalry, they'll just have to get over it," Fury said, shaking his head.

"I think it's a little more than a simple rivalry," Steve said. "I've never seen two people hate each other as much as Y/N and Bucky."

"And after the Incident, they haven't been allowed to go on missions together, in the interest of their own safety and the rest of the team's."

"The Incident?"

"We were raiding a hydra base about a year or so ago, and Y/N shot Bucky in the leg. She claims she was aiming for an enemy agent, but they had been arguing over the comms that entire day. Bucky maintains that there were no agents around him when she shot him. The next mission, he shot her in the shoulder, also claiming it was an accident."

"I could go on the mission," Tony said. "I'll just fly back a little early from the science convention and voila! problem solved. I wouldn't mind a little vacation."

"As much as that seems like an obvious solution, that won't work," Fury said. "It was all over the news that you and Dr. Banner would be at that convention. The fact that HYDRA is starting to mobilize now doesn't seem to be a coincidence. Pretty much all of the avengers are away from the compound, and it looks like they know that. This mission has to be done now. And besides, Stark is too easily recognized."

"And the guy with a literal metal arm isn't?" Tony asked, eyebrows raised. "How's that going to go over in a resort community?"

"Our scientists have been working on a synthetic arm cover for Sergeant Barnes," Fury said. "With that, a clean shave, and a nice haircut, no one will recognize him."

***

You couldn't believe the crappy day you were having. You had accidentally set your alarm, causing it to wake you up at 7 AM, there wasn't coffee to be found anywhere in the kitchen, and no milk for your cereal either. And on top of that, the splitting headache you woke up with only got worse when Steve called and told you that you were leaving for a mission the next day, and that you and Bucky would have to work together.

"Can't this mission just wait until you or Nat comes back?" you had whined. "I though Barnes and I weren't allowed to be partnered on missions together!"

Steve sighed. "I tried to get Fury to push it back a little, but it didn't work."

"Did you tell him about the Incident?"

"Yeah, he said you two are going to have to grow the hell up and deal with it. If HYDRA is keeping tabs on us, then they'll be doing this now for a reason. As much as you don't want to, you and Bucky are the only ones who can carry out this mission."

So that's where you were now, sitting in an airport waiting area, sitting next to the person you hated the most in the world, waiting for your gate to be called. And Bucky looked drastically different. For one, his metal arm was covered up by a synthetic sleeve, so if you didn't know it was actually metal, you never would have guessed. Yesterday SHIELD stylists had visited the compound, giving him a new haircut and a clean shave. Now, instead of looking like he lives on the streets, Bucky looks wealthy and put together, if it wasn't for the giant scowl he still sported.

You tried not to show it on your face, but you were definitely not excited for this mission. According to Fury, a top HYDRA arms dealer was operating out of a vacation resort in Florida, and apparently was going to be making a big trade deal within the next few weeks. You and Bucky were going undercover at the resort as a pair of wealthy newlyweds, with your job to covertly find out when the deal was going down, so you could call back and inform Fury, who would send a team of agents out to raid the resort and stop the trade. The ostentatious wedding and engagement rings that Tony had picked out and sent to you were weighing down your finger, already a constant reminder of what you had gotten yourself into.

Look, don't be mistaken, you were excited for a few weeks away from the rainy weather of the compound and the prospect of relaxing on the beach with a drink in your hand, it was the company that you could definitely do without.

"Stop looking like you want to kill someone," you hissed at Bucky. "We're supposed to be leaving for our honeymoon, not the electric chair!"

"I think I'd rather be in the electric chair," Bucky growled back. "At least my suffering wouldn't last that long."

You stopped the urge to roll your eyes at him, instead opting for a quiet sigh. "Look, I know neither of us are too happy about this mission, but can we at least be normal until we get to the hotel room. I'd rather not be arrested for murder in an airport."

"You really think that you could kill me?"

"I know you think I'm useless, but I'm on the team for a reason Bucko," you bit back. "Just fake a smile or this mission will be over before we even get there, because I really don't feel like explaining to Steve why you didn't even make it to the resort."

He groaned, just loud enough for you to hear. "Fine."

***

It became clear that neither of you was going to talk to the other, so you decided to take a nap on the plane, this way it didn't look that weird if the supposed newlywed couple was sitting in silence and not talking. You had the window seat and Bucky was in the middle, much to his dismay. There was a businessman sitting next to Bucky that you could tell wasn't going to be a chatty neighbor, so you didn't feel too bad for him.

Bucky shook you awake when the plane landed, probably a little harder than he should have as a doting husband, but he didn't care. Still groggy from your nap, you made your way off the plane, out of the airport, and into the rental car without one jab at Bucky, which he appreciated, thinking maybe for a second he would survive this mission if all you did was nap all day. His luck however, didn't hold when you two actually got to the resort and checked in.

When he put the key card into the slot of the room and opened the door. He was speechless. It was a beautiful room, if it weren't for the rose petals lining the floor and leading to the bed, which was also covered in petals. Several candles were lit, lining the nightstand and TV stand. There was a balcony in the bedroom and another room with a couch, two chairs, and a small kitchenette. Bucky stalked over to the bed to see an envelope, bearing their names in looping calligraphy.

Enjoy it while you can lovebirds!

T.S.

He rolled his eyes and passed the note over to you, and you groaned in response. "If I survive this mission, I'm going to kill him," you muttered, before stalking around the suite.

Bucky watched, confused as you located a small couch in the corner of the next room, and walked over to the cart that you had used to carry your things up. Grabbing his overnight bag from the cart and a pillow off the bed, you deposited both on the couch and went back for your own bag. "Hey!" Bucky said as he realized what was going on. "Why am I sleeping on the couch?"

You raised your eyebrows. "You didn't think that we were going to share the bed, did you Barnes?" you said.

Bucky rolled his eyes in response. "No, but why do you get the big king-sized bed? I'm taller than you, and that couch is half my size!"

"Fine, sleep on the floor for all I care."

"Wrong answer sweetheart," Bucky said, voice full of malice. "You can sleep on the couch, or like you said, 'on the floor for all I care.'"

"Barnes, I will rip your limbs off and hang them from a tree."

"I'd like to see you try, honey."

***

One of the joys of a vacation resort is communal dining, which Y/N and Bucky could have done without. But it was imperative that they are seen around the resort as a normal couple, not two spies sent to infiltrate and report on illegal happenings. And besides, if they could gain the trust of the man in charge of the arms deal, a man named Chase Taylor, they stood a better chance at getting this mission done and over with. After filling your plates with some of the fanciest food you'd ever seen, you scanned the room for open seats. "Target is at table 20," Bucky whispered to you, dropping a kiss on your cheek.

You nodded and tried so hard not to wipe your hand down your cheek in disgust where he kissed you. Sure enough, Taylor was sitting at a nearby table with who you assumed to be his girlfriend, and there happened to be several seats still open. You internally shivered before grabbing Bucky's hand and making your way over to the table. "Do you mind if we sit here?" you asked Taylor, in a voice too saccharine to be your own.

"Not at all!" his girlfriend answered. Taylor nodded and you Bucky took seats across from him at the table.

As quiet as Chase Taylor was, his girlfriend was the exact opposite. After introducing herself as Stephanie and her boyfriend (you were right) as Chase, she asked your names and where you were visiting from.

"I'm Y/N Miller, and this is my husband James," you said, giving Bucky a sickly sweet smile. It was easier to use your first names than try to remember new ones. "We just got married a few weeks ago."

As Stephanie fawned over you and Bucky, you could see that Chase start to drift away from the conversation, only adding small remarks when he was mentioned or asked something. The two of you left dinner and headed back up to the room. Once you shut the door, Bucky turned to you. "It didn't seem like Taylor was too keen on us. I don't know how we're going to gain his trust."

You smiled. "Taylor might not have been too keen on us, but Stephanie sure was. We exchanged phone numbers and we're going to meet up to lay out by the pool one day this week."

"She obviously doesn't know anything about her boyfriend's actions," Bucky said. "I doubt your little social club will go anywhere."

"You really don't understand women do you?" you said. "If Stephanie likes me, and by extension you, she'll want to invite us on more couple's outings with her and Chase. The more that he gets used to seeing us around, the more likely he'll slip up and mention something we can use."

"Fine," Bucky said, stalking off to the couch. "It's not like we have any better plans anyway."

The two of you didn't speak for the rest of the evening, Bucky was watching TV on the couch, and you had staked your claim on the bed, first clearing off all the rose petals and dumping them in the trash can. You were slowly drifting off to sleep when you felt the bed sink next to you, and you shot up. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I couldn't sleep on the couch," Bucky said lowly.

"Like I said before: then you're welcome to sleep on the floor," you hissed. "But if you think you'll be sleeping anywhere near me, you are severely mistaken."

No response from Bucky.

"Barnes!" You raised your voice a little.

"Yes sweetheart?" He shot back.

You weren't having it. "Get. Out. Of. The. Bed."

"What if your precious friend Stephanie pays us a visit, huh?" he said. "And what if you're the only one awake? How's it going to look to her if your husband, the one you claim to love soooo much, is sleeping on the floor?"

"Fine, Barnes," you huffed after a moment of silence. "But you better stay on your side of the bed or so help me god I'll kill you in your sleep."

This was going to be an eventful night.

***

You woke up not to the sun streaming in through the curtains, but to something touching your face. You opened your eyes to see a hand splayed out on your face, and realized that at some point in the night, Bucky had stretched out and was now laying like a starfish on the bed, pushing you to a small area. You quietly got out of bed and headed over to the bathroom, spotting a complimentary can of shaving cream on the sink. Smiling, you grabbed the can and headed back over to Bucky. He was going to regret making you share the bed.

Carefully depositing shaving cream in his outstretched palm, you headed back over to the bathroom, put the can back in its place, and started to get ready. A few moments later you "accidentally" dropped one of your skincare products, which hit the floor with a loud noise that should have woken Bucky up. Smiling, you continued with your morning routine like nothing was wrong.

When you walked out of the bathroom to get your phone and saw Bucky sitting on the bed, still bleary eyed but with one side of his cheek and a lot of his hair covered in shaving cream, you couldn't suppress your laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Apparently Bucky was cranky in the mornings.

"Nothing," you said as you walked into the living area.

Bucky was apparently not convinced, and you heard him get off the bed and walk into the bathroom. "Y/N!" he bellowed.

You looked down at your phone to see a text from Stephanie, asking you to meet her at the pool. Smiling, you practically skipped out of the room, grabbing your bag and keys. "Sorry Bucky, can't talk now! I'll see you later!"

You heard him groan as you shut the door.

When you got to the pool, Stephanie wasn't there yet, so you picked a lounge chair and set your stuff down next to you. There was no one else at the pool, so you happily laid back in the sun and started to read.

Stephanie arrived not long after you settled down, and the two of you chatted aimlessly. You learned that her and Chase had only been dating for about six months, which gave you a sneaking suspicion that she had no idea what he really did for a living. You gave her some information about yourself, but a lot of it came from SHIELD's assigned cover story for you and Bucky.

"Where's you wedding ring?" Stephanie asked as the two of you floated in the pool on colorful inner tubes. "I saw a glimpse of it last night at dinner, but I wanted to get a closer look today."

Internally, you swore, but didn't show it on your face. Of course you had forgotten to put your rings on before you left, it wasn't really part of your daily routine. "Oh, I didn't want it to get ruined or anything at the pool today," you said. "I can be so scatterbrained sometimes and I didn't want to leave it here by accident."

Stephanie nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right. But promise you'll wear it to dinner? I'll make sure Chase and I sit by you and your husband!"

You smiled sincerely at her. "Of course! And I'm sure James would love to sit with you two again," you said. "Both of us were worried about the dining situation because we tend to be less outgoing, and I'm so glad we are getting to know you."

"Oh, me too!" Stephanie said. "All the people at this place are either triple our ages or seem like no fun. You and your husband are the only normal people I've met, and Chase still has to work, even though we're technically on vacation."

"Well I'll be here for a little bit longer, so you can always call if you need to escape and just hang out," you said, and she nodded happily.

Bucky was still in his room when you returned from your pool day with Stephanie, and he shot up from bed when he heard the door open. "How was your girl time?" he said bitingly.

"Very successful, I'll have you know," you said. "Not only do we have a standing invitation to sit at the same table as Chase and Stephanie at all meals, but we've been invited to go boating with them tomorrow. Maybe after a few beers, Chase will let something slip about the arms deal."

***

Dinner that night went well, and you felt like Chase had opened up a little more than the previous night, talking to Bucky about classic cars, which they both enjoyed. And everything between you and Bucky seemed to be running smoother, until it was time to go to bed.

"Barnes, last night was a one time thing. You're not sleeping in the bed again."

"Why not? Didn't you dream of me?"

"No! I was referring to waking up and practically being shoved off the bed because you can't seem to keep your limbs to yourself!"

"Well, what would you like me to do about it? In case you don't understand, I was sleeping."

"Well, then you can sleep somewhere else because I don't want to deal with you any longer."

You arguments didn't really go anywhere, and you ended up having to suffer another night with Bucky sleeping next to you.

That didn't stop you from shoving him clean off the bed at about three in the morning when you were awoken to his hand over your face, again. Surprisingly, he didn't wake up when he hit the floor, which you counted as a small victory.

***

It was perfect weather for boating, and you were almost excited to get out on the water, even if you did happen to going with a HYDRA arms dealer. And everything seemed to be going well too, if not for a few hiccups.

The first hiccup came when Stephanie offhandedly mentioned that you and Bucky weren't big on PDA. This led to her suggesting that you sit on Bucky's lap on the boat, and as much as you didn't want to, you sucked it up.

Bucky wasn't happy about your new seating situation either. "You're - you're crushing my spleen," he whispered in your ear.

"You don't even know where your spleen is," you said, rolling your eyes. "Now shut up and let's get this day over with."

As it turns out, that was not the only uncomfortable situation you got into with Bucky that day on the boat. Bucky had pulled you away from a conversation with Stephanie, who raised her eyebrows at the two of you disappearing together.

He led you to the ship's cabin, and once the two of you looked around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping, he leaned towards you. "Chase let something slip that he's going to a work event here at the resort in four days, I think that's the arms deal,” he said lowly. “I think he has a piece of paper with more details, and that will almost definitely be in here.

“Is there a way to confirm that?” you asked. “We only have one shot at this, and we can’t blow it.”

The two of you snooped around the cabin, until you found a piece of paper with what seemed like random notes scribbled on it. “Do you think this could be it?” you asked, showing him the paper.

“It could be a code, but I’m not sure-” he started to say, but then stopped. “Can you hear that?”

You strained your ears and listened. Your eyes widened when you picked up footsteps coming in your direction. “Bucky, we can’t be in here!” you hissed.

“You think I don’t know that?” he whispered back.

Right as the door to the cabin opened, Bucky made an impulse decision. He quickly grabbed you and pushed you up against the wall of the cabin, and before you could react, he was kissing you. Hard. Next thing you knew, he had his arms around your waist, and his hand slipped something into the pocket of your sundress.

You knew what he was doing, but it took a moment to register. You had just started to kiss back when the door to the cabin opened, and the two of you flew apart in embarrassment. You cast your eyes down at the ground as Chase looked at the two of you. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said, eyebrows raised. “But I wanted to let you know that there’s storms out on the horizon and we’ll have to go back to the resort.”

"Sorry," Bucky said, smiling. "I just couldn't resist sneaking away for some alone time."

You nodded, not fully back to yourself after what just happened. Bucky took your hand and led you out back to where you were sitting before. After a few moments, you snapped back into ‘mission mode,’ and had gone back to chatting with Stephanie as the boat headed back to the marina.

Once the two of you had made it back up to your room, you scowled at him. "I'll let this one slide Barnes, but if you ever kiss me again, I might just kill you."

"Oh don't worry about that sweetheart," he shot back. "That's a memory I'll need to repress for the rest of my life."

Reaching into the pocket of your sundress, you took out the piece of paper that Bucky had taken from the ships cabin. To you, it was a collection of unrelated words and numbers. "I'm going to take a picture of this and send it to Steve and Fury," you said. "Hopefully they know what to make of it."

***

Thankfully, the case didn't warrant any more of your involvement, which was good because you didn't know how much longer you could pretend to be married to Bucky Barnes. SHIELD conducted a raid on the resort a few days later, but you and Bucky weren't allowed to be present for the raid, because if someone saw you two, they would know that you were the spies. So you got to stay a few more days after the raid, ten days at the resort altogether, to give off the impression that you were just there for your honeymoon.

Back at the compound, you went back to avoiding Bucky altogether. You rarely saw each other, and when you did, nothing more than snide remarks were exchanged between the two of you. You thought that everything would go back to normal when you got back from the mission, and it pretty much had, until you woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, dreaming about kissing Bucky again.

You groaned and hit yourself on the head. Why did you have to like kissing him? You hated Bucky with all your being, why did that have to change now?

Shaking your head, you decided to go down to the kitchen to get yourself some water and hopefully figure out what was going on with you. But just your luck, the minute you poured a glass and sat down at the counter island, you heard someone clear their throat. Looking up, you saw just the face you had hoped you wouldn't. "What do you want Barnes?"

"I didn't know this was your kitchen, I was under the impression the whole team shared this space."

You rolled your eyes at him. "Whatever." Bucky muttered something under his breath, but you didn't catch what. "Say that to my face," you muttered.

His super-soldier hearing picked that up. "I said, why are you so difficult?"

"Why am I so difficult?" you asked, getting up to walk over to him. "I don't know Bucky, why are you so difficult? You've been nothing but rude to me since the minute you moved into this compound, and I only started to return that rudeness because it was obvious you were never going to be nice to me. Look I get that we'll probably never get along, so why can't you just leave me alone?" Bucky sucked in a breath before muttering something else. "What?" you said.

"I said because I can't stop thinking about you!" he practically yelled. You stopped. "Because everywhere I look, there you are! As much as I pretend to hate you, I can't!" he continued. "I'm plagued with nightmares day in and day out about something happening to you, and you want to know when they stopped? When I was sleeping next to you for those few days at the resort, I actually felt at peace for once. That's why I'm awake now, because I haven't slept since we got back from there!"

You didn't know what to say. "Bucky-" you started.

But he cut you off by swooping down and kissing you, for the second time. And it was so much better than the first. When you broke apart, you took his face in your hands. "I don't hate you," he said. "I think I was afraid to get to know you."

"You don't have to worry about that anymore," you said. "Just kiss me like that again."

He obliged, and the two of you didn't break apart again until you heard someone else in the room clear their throat. You turned to see a confused looking Tony, bleary eyed from sleep, staring at you. "So," he said, with a stupid look on his face. "Can I inform mission control that they're allowed to pair you two on missions now?"

"Shut up Tony!" you both said in unison, before Bucky picked you up and walked right out of the kitchen.

"Hey!" you said. "Where are you taking me?"

"To bed doll," he said, smiling. "I'm not done with you just yet."

- the end -

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