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erule · 2 years
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yay!! im glad ur requests are open!! I love angst to fluff so what about stephen and the reader soulmate au!! But its like the red string of fate and the reader can see her’s is clearly connected to Stephen but his is all tangled and so he doesn’t realize it yet please and thank you!!
Red string of fate | s.s.
Pairing: Stephen Strange x fem!witch!reader
Summary: you’ve been in love with Stephen for as long as you can remember, but now that you know that he’s also your soulmate, you have to do anything that is in your power to stop his wedding.
Warnings: soulmate au, angst, fluff, Christine is the antagonist (but I love her!!), there’s a fight scene between superheroes (not really violent), mention of blood, mention of hospital, back hurt/back pain, friends to enemies to lovers kinda
Word count: 3.5K
A/N: hi! I used she/her pronouns because they were in the requests, but since there was not determined the state of the reader, I chose her to be a witch like Wanda eheh, hope you don’t mind. Also, I tried to follow the request, but I changed the narrative about the string a little bit in the story, you’ll see. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! x
Tags: thanks to @ssathoma for the request, hope you like it!
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Wanda has never been more afraid of anything in her life. Monsters? She can beat them. Aliens? Not a threat. Thanos? Defeated with less power. Children? A joke. But you? The literal villain of her story. 
You’ve been walking around your room shared with Wanda for about fifteen minutes, now. You can’t make up your mind about something you just found out, but Wanda hasn’t realized it yet: you didn’t tell her and your mind was too confused to make her read it. So, tired of this situation, she sits on the bed, legs crossed, while staring at you. 
“Y/N… Y/N! Please, stop. Just talk to me. What’s this so important things that you realized?” 
You suddenly freeze in front of her, making her almost nervous. You sigh, then you show her your red string of fate, a thread that you make appear into the air with a gesture of your hand. Since you’re a witch, you can make people see it, while normally nobody can, unless they have got magic, of course. Usually, you can see the red string of fate in form of a tattoo, a birthmark or else on people’s skin, but that’s not your case: you just hide it with magic. That’s why Wanda didn’t know about your soulmate. On the other hand, you never wanted to know who this person was, so you didn’t really try to follow the string in your head, but now, you know. And this is a nightmare.  
“Do you see it?”
“Yeah, I can see the string, but… not your soulmate. Who is it?”
“That’s because his string is all entangled!” You exclaim and Wanda gulps. “Sorry. Okay, well, last night I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking about Stephen… again… and his fabulous hands touching Christine’s hair at dinner, in front of me. Disgusting. Anyway, I finally decided to untangle the string in my head, to see where it’s going, breaking the promise I made to myself when I was little: I would have found my soulmate when faith would have told me. My patience was over, Wanda. Please, tell me that you get it”.
She nods.
“I see. So, who’s the mystery man? Bucky? Loki? Zemo?”
“Worse”.
“Worse than them? Star-Lord?”
You burst into laughing.
“He’s nice. Anyway, he’s the only person I have a crush on. Perhaps, I’m even in love with him. But unfortunately, he’s dating somebody else”.
Wanda brings her hand to her mouth, shocked. Your eyes appear glossy, now. Something in her chest aches for you. 
“Y/N…”
“It’s Stephen, Wanda. Stephen is my soulmate. And he’s engaged”.
Maybe, you shouldn’t have put it into place again. Maybe, you should have let him know that you were his soulmate, but you didn’t want to change his perception of you. However, you did that after you acknowledged your feelings for him. And you couldn’t tell him either, because he’d be angry at you for using magic kind of against him. 
“You did the right thing, Y/N,” Wanda tells you, caressing your back.
“It’s hard to think that, when I’m forced to look at him getting married to somebody else,” you reply, while looking at him and Christine sitting on the couch, choosing the best decorations fot the wedding.
“I know, honey. The right thing isn’t always the easier one. But you’re a good person. Find peace in that”.
“Maybe I’m tired of being nice,” you say, then you swallow your pride, your willing of being again in your room and not there, your heart being so envy of Christine, the heat given by your feelings running through your veins and you come closer to the happy couple with your best fake smile on your lips. “Christine, Stephen told me yesterday that maybe you need some help with the cake, is that correct?”
She gives you a smile.
“Yeah, it’s true!”
“Thanks, Y/N. I have to go on a mission today, so I can’t be here to taste the cakes, but I trust you. See you later, my love,” he says to Christine, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“My love”. Alexa, play “It should be me”. 
“Chocolate or strawberry?” Christine asks you, while you’re sitting next to her on the couch. She’s looking at the cakes on a catalogue.
“Dark chocolate,” you whisper, then you raise your voice. “Stephen loves dark chocolate”.
“Dark chocolate it is! You really seem to know him, Y/N,” she says and you nod.
“Not enough, probably,” you murmur.
“You know, I used to think that you were in love you with him and I got even jealous, because the two of you are always a really capable couple during the fights, but now I realize that you’re just a good friend of his and I’m glad that he’s got you,” she says, squeezing your hand. You smile at her, while your eyes are burning for the tears 
“Thanks, Christine”.
A stab would have done less harm.
It has been a week, since that terrible day. You can’t sleep anymore, because of this secret. Wanda told you that it would been selfish for you to confess everything to him, but what if he’s marrying the wrong person? He should know it, he should have the right to choose his path, since his string is entangled (again) and he can’t see his faith very well. The wedding is in a month. You dan’t have much time. 
So you put on some fresh clothes, then you go to the room in the compound he usually uses to study magic. He’s always working, so you’re sure that you’re gonna find him awake and here, not at home with Christine. The door is closed, so you knock and his raspy voice responds: “Open”.
But he’s not working. When you open the door, he’s wearing an unusual suit: it’s white and gold, even if his cape is always the red one. Your whole body is suffering for this, because you can’t touch him or see his on the altar, in front of you. 
“How do I look?” He asks you, turning around so you can see him better. In the mirror, your image would show him your inner secrets. “This is ridiculous, isn’t it? Wong told me to wear this stupid ancient suit, but probably I could just buy a smoking and…”
“You’re perfect,” you say and your voice, even if it’s low, echoes between the walls. He looks at you with his lips not touching one another for the surprise, like you and him. But even Thanos would know how much you’d love to touch him. 
“Thank you,” he says, smiling with just one corner of his lips. You nod. “Did you need anything?”
You. Just you.
And then, a voice in your head, maybe because of the lack of sleep, tells you to confess him the whole truth.
“I have to tell you something”.
He observe you, scanning your face, then he shakes his head.
“There’s no need”.
“Stephen, please…” you begin to say, coming closer to him.
“No, Y/N, let it go”.
“You should know it!”
“I already know,” he tells you and you stop in the middle of the room. Your eyes grow wide. He can’t know, it’s impossible. There’s no way in the world in which he can have figured or imagined it. “I know it, Y/N and I do not care”.
You swallow hard. 
“What?” You whisper. “How?”
“I saw you in my dreams, that night. You stepped into my space, so I woke up in my head and I saw you untangle the threads. I know that you’re my soulmate, but it’s not important: I fell in love with Christine and we’re gonna get married soon. That string doesn’t mean anything,” he tells you, calmly, while your heart breaks more and more at every word he says.
You’re in pieces and he doesn’t even care about that.
“Stephen, it’s magic. We believe in it more than in everything else. Love itself is a pure form of magic. How can you say something terrible like that?”
You’re fighting with the urge to scream, right now.
“You said that yourself: love is a form of magic and I fell in love with Christine. It’s as simple as that. Unless, you fell in love with me, of course. But you didn’t fall in love with me, did you?” He jokes, while adjusting his sleeve. You remain quiet, so he raises his gaze in order to look straight into your eyes. “You didn’t fall in love with me, did you?” He repeated, his tone surprised yet almost angry. A sob escapes from your lips and you immediately close your mouth with your hands. “Damn, Y/N!”
“I’m sorry, Stephen…”
“You ruined everything!” His rage could be heard by the others, now. “Why are you doing this to me? Because you needed to tell me the truth? You should have kept your stupid secret for yourself!”
“Stupid? Love is not stupid! Even if it’s unrequited!” You scream.
“You’re not my friend, you’re acting like a selfish little girl who fell in love with her classmate. Flash news: we’re not in high school anymore, Y/N!” 
“Watch your tongue, Strange,” you say, while some red sparks begin to dance around your fingers.
“Or what?” He asks you, tilting his head, but instead of seeing him angry, he seems almost… challenging, to you. As if he has been waiting for this moment for years.
You hear some steps behind you. 
“What’s happening, here?” Wanda ask.
“A magic fight? Wow! Please, let me watch!” Peter Parker exclaims.
“Nobody’s gonna fight, Peter. Right, Y/N?”
You breathe out. 
“Right”.
“You’re not invited to the wedding anymore, Y/N,” Stephen says.
“I didn’t plan to come anyway,” you lie, then you get back to bed, while your heart is still aching for him.
***
You can see that Wanda is angry in her eyes, but she has also given you the access to her mind, so you can see the fight she had this morning with Stephen.
“She’s your best friend, it’s insane that you don’t make her come to your wedding!”
“She crossed the line, Wanda. Oh and Y/N, if you’re looking at his: remember not to behave like a child with your next crush”.
“You’re being mean, now”.
“She entered in my dreams and she didn’t even apologize to me! It wasn’t fair, Wanda”.
“Love’s not fair, Strange”.
“Friendship is”.
You get out from her mind, sighing.
“He’s right, Wanda: I broke his trust. I get why he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore”.
“He’s hiding something, Y/N,” she says, while walking around your room. 
“Okay, enough, you’re looking like me now,” you joke. “What’s up?”
Wanda stops, then she looks at you, sat on the bed. You’re curious of what she’s been thinking for days.
“He seems too hurt. I observed him during the last few missions and he seemed very nervous”.
“He’s getting married in two weeks, it seems normal to me”.
“No, it’s not. Strange asked Christine to marry him one year ago and since that day, he stuck with that decision, but when he discovered that you’re his soulmate, he began to waver”.
You get up from the bed, coming closer to her.
“What are you trying to say?”
Wanda licks her lips, before she talks.
“That he’s not entirely in love with Christine”.
It’s late afternoon and you’re watching the sunset in New York, when Stephen comes down from the sky, after the two of you have defeated another monster. There was a lot of tension between you two, but you worked pretty well anyway. What you missed more was the fact that you didn’t banter like an old married couple, during the fight. Usually, that is the best part of the job. You wonder if he thought about that too.
“Everything’s under control, Y/N. We have destroyed enough buildings, today,” he jokes and you chuckle. 
“I had to contain my power, actually,” you reply. 
“Me too,” he says, then you flickers you a glance. “We should do something about this repressed rage, don’t you think? The compound is empty, if you want,” he says and you blush. “I’m talking about a fight. A little fight in the room that Doctor Banner made for us, in which our powers can’t harm anything or anybody, except for ourselves, of course”.
You stare at him, thinking, then you nod in agreement: maybe you can investigate some more on his relationship with Christine. You could even find out if she poisoned him or if she asked for help to another with in order to make him fall in love with her. Or perhaps, this is not a trick and you just can’t handle the truth: he’s really in love with her. And yeah, maybe she doesn’t care about her real soulmate or her thread is all tangled too.
The room has windowson every wall, but you can’t see your reflection on them or if there’s somebody outside. Your possible enemy can’t know where you are, but you can’t know if you really exist too. This happens because you’re forced to focus on the other person’s presence in the room. You find it ironically sad, because even in the real world, Stephen’s presence is all you care about. He’s the only one you can see in every room. 
“Are you scared, Y/N?” He asks you, while you can feel his energy running through his veins. “You’re not even looking at me”.
“I don’t have to look at you to actually see you, Stephen,” you reply with a grin, but there’s a lot of melancholy in your heart and he seems to know it. 
That’s when you catch him by surprise. You first attack causes a cut along his cheek. A trickle of blood runs down his jaw, but he doesn't seem to notice it. You leap towards him, but a bubble of energy shoots you across the room, causing you to flip backwards. At this point you start to think that he is almost angrier than you, because, unlike you, he is not holding back for real anymore.
“You’re not using your powers like you normally do in a fight. There’s no need to protect me!” He exclaims, then he comes closer to you, but you fight his punch with a shield made of red energy. 
“I’m just trying to protect myself! My powers could even destroy this room!” You reply.
“Were you protecting yourself, when you confessed your feelings for me?” He asks and you get distracted. One moment later, he pulls your back against the wall, one of the windows. 
You slide to the floor and there you remain for an endless time. You try to get up, but you can't. He may even have broken your back, for all you know.
"Stephen, I don't..."
"I was calm, you know? When I asked Christine to marry me."
"Stephen..."
"I was calm, because I knew that I would have spent the rest of my life with a good woman, who loved me and I, in some twisted way, loved her. I didn't care who was on the other side of my string and neither did she. We had found our soul mate, that was okay. Then you came along and you had to screw it up with your stupid curiosity. You might as well have found it out and kept it to yourself, I wouldn't have told you anything, but no, you had to make me knwo that too. And now I'm always restless."
"Stephen, something is wrong..."
"Sure! I can't fool Christine right now. She doesn't deserve it. I thought I was chasing a chimera, Y/N. I thought that you didn't feel anything for me, so I lied to everyone, even myself, telling myself that it was better that way, but it wasn't true. I never forgot you, Y/N. I never forgot the idea of ​​the two of us together, a mere dream that would never become real. Then you confessed everything to me and even if I was scared, it made me incredibly happy, because I was free. But I can't leave that woman on the altar, because she trusts me. Tell me this makes sense, please,” he explains, but you’re tired now and every fiber in your body is in pain.
“My back… Stephen, my back…” 
“Y/N? No, don’t close your eyes, no, Y/N… Don’t close your eyes!”
When you open your eyes again, you’re in a hospital room. The walls are white, the air is aseptic and you feel like you’re not breathing anymore. How many days have passed? Is Stephen already married to Christine? This is a nightmare come true. It can’t be.
Somebody enters in the room. You look at your right, only to see Christine. She’s not wearing any ring and you make a sigh a relief. She seems to notice that, but she doesn’t say a word about it.
“How are you?” She asks you, gently.
“Not in pain anymore, which is already something, I guess,” you joke. She gives you a smile. 
“You know, he didn’t leave your side for the entire time. Even now, he’s outside, sat on a bench, his head between his hands, thinking about you,” she says and you swallow. There’s something in her voice that makes you respect her even more. Resignation.
“I didn’t have the right to tell him…”
“No, you didn’t,” she cuts you off. You gulp. “You didn’t have the right to tell him that you were in love with him just one month before our wedding, but you did have the right to tell him about his soulmate. Why? Because he deserved to know that it was you. I wouldn’t have cared about anybody else, but when he told me that it was you, two days ago, when he brought you here, upset, everything was clear in my head: he didn’t want to know the identity of his soulmate, because he was scared that it would have been you. Because pretending to love me was easier than loving you for real,” she explains and finally, you understand the final picture. 
“I really am sorry, Christine,” you murmur anyway, because she still has to know that.
“I know, but I’m glad that this happened, because probably I wasn’t really in love with Stephen and now I can find my real soulmate, that hopefully will love me that much. He feels guilty, Y/N. Now tell him that you’re alright, because your powers and some rest healed your body,” she says, then she goes away.
Stephen enters into the room with his eyes circled in red. He swallows, then he basically runs to you, embracing you into his arms. You close your eyes, inhaling his scent, feeling at home. 
“I’m okay, Stephen. Christine said that my powers helped my body to heal,” you tell him and he nods, while caressing your back, that fortunately doesn’t hurt anymore.
“I’m sorry for all of this pain I caused you. Christine didn’t tell me why, but she doesn’t want to marry me anymore. My life is a complete mess, Y/N. Wanda says that you can put all the pieces together, but I don’t…” 
You cut him off by kissing him. It’s a sweet and brief kiss, but full of passion and love. You hope that he can feel your power running through his veins too, like you can do with him. Together, you could potentially rule the world. This is a complete soulmate thing.
“You’re forgiven, Stephen. And I’m sorry too, for sneaking into your head without you knowing. It wasn’t fair,” you say and he squeezes your hand.
“Soulmates always find each other. Maybe that’s why you did that”.
“You were my soulmate even before I knew it,” you reply with tears in your eyes and he gives you a small kiss on your forehead.
“And you were mine”.
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earlgreydream · 5 days
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I know your followers kept asking about Strawberry Kisses but I wonder what happened to Reader in Abandoned. Abandoned was seriously so hot,I'm not even joking. And I wasn't even attracted to Zemo at all until your fic Abandoned made me search for more Zemo/dark Zemo fics. As I mostly read dark fics,it was the first dark Zemo and also the first Zemo fic I've ever read,ever. Will he be softer to her after the child is born? Or will he just neglect her and not care about her at all after that since he got what he wanted? If it's the latter,would he let her go or cared if she still has some escaping tendencies left? Will he feel guilty,even just a tiny bit after the child is born? So sorry for the questions. I loved Abandoned so much but didn't see others asking about it as much as Strawberry Kisses so I thought I'd start.
Oh my god I’m stupid ignore the first response.
So I definitely think he’d be very gentle and obsessed with the child and fiercely protective of the reader but not necessarily soft … and definitely escaping is out of the question
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inkedobsidian · 1 year
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~current prompt list~
~MASTERLIST~
“That’s starting to get annoying”
“You can’t just sit there all day.”
“I’m too sober for this.”
“I’m not here to make friends.”
“I need a place to stay.” - Spencer Reid (w/49&53)
“Well, that’s tragic.”
“Dear Diary, …”
“She’s hiding behind the sofa.” - Bucky Barnes
“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.” - Bucky Barnes
“You’re Satan.”
“Did you just hiss at me?”
“Do you really need all that candy?”
“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”
“How drunk was I?”
“I haven’t slept in ages.”
“I locked the keys in the car.”
“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”
“Take your medicine.”
“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”
“It’s your turn to make dinner.”
“The kids, they ambushed me.” - Helmut Zemo
“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”
"You need to see a doctor."
“It was a joke, baby. I swear.” - Jeong Jin-Man
“This is girl talk, so leave.” - Spencer Reid ~ Jeong Jin-Man
“You’re a nerd.”
“I’m late.”
“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”
“You smell like a wet dog.”
“I could punch you right now.” - Mitch Rapp
“Are you going to talk to me?“ - Jeong Jin-Man
“How could I ever forget about you?”
“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
“Run for it!”
“I’m not wearing a dress.”
“I’m not wearing a tie.” - Ryu Su-Yeol
“Quit beating me up!”
“Please put your penis away.”
“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”
“Hold still.” - Poe Dameron (w/57)
“I just ironed these pants!”
“Enough with the sass!” - Mitch Rapp
“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”
“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
“Wow, you look… amazing.”
“Who did this?” - Spencer Reid (w/5&53)
“I made a mistake.”
“This is going to hurt.” - Ryu Su-Yeol
“That was kind of hot.”
“I immediately regret this decision.”
“Is that blood?” - Spencer Reid (w/5&49)
“I’m not drunk enough for this.”
“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”
“I told you not to fall in love with me.” - Poe Dameron (w/43)
“If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”
“This isn’t who I am.”
“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?” - Bucky Barnes ~ Jeong Jin-Man
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violetmuses · 2 years
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Losing You - Torres (A "Silhouette" Drabble)
FANDOM: MARVEL Universe (Modern AU)
CHARACTER: Joaquin Torres
PAIRING: OC Nicole Shepard + Joaquin Torres
STORYLINE: Some people you will always love even if it hurts to let them go. 
WARNINGS: Angst, heartbreak, strong language, sad themes, etc. 
Silhouette - H.Z. || Masterlist (18+ MINORS DNI)
Tagged: @lilisangel I'm so sorry! 🥺💔😳
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2011
Joaquin Torres 
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“Thank you so much for speaking with me today. We’ll touch base again soon. Have a great day.” I hung up another important call from the main phone line that was set on this desk. Its nearby computer monitor towered, almost hiding my face.
“Joaquin?” Nicole had spoken up out of nowhere. I didn’t know what to think until she walked closer and faced me head on, prompting me to turn my swivel chair around. 
“Yes?” I smiled with respect. Window blinds here had flitted, showing illuminated sunlight. 
“Could we please talk in my office? It’s important. She gestured towards the glass double doors to leave. 
“Absolutely.” I kept my voice leveled, but tried staying calm for obvious reasons. I could only imagine what went on this time around, especially since she rarely acknowledged me without business in public like this. 
Not long after I saved my work at the desk, others strolled or hustled in the corridor and we nodded toward everyone else before heading to her office. The cornered room lined with floor to ceiling windows and beamed more sunlight than elsewhere. 
Once she closed the door behind us, I sat across from her desk and waited in silence. 
“I wanted to talk about something.” Nicole sounded anxious this time around, but not terrified. It wasn’t long before millions of questions ended up reaching my thoughts. 
Shit. I thought to myself.
“Is everything okay?” I asked her the question with genuine concern. 
“Joaquin, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve found someone.” she revealed the truth and my heart silently dropped. 
“Oh,” I cleared my throat, trying to stay calm, showing respect for her and this place of business. “That’s nice. I’m happy for you.” 
“Thank you.” Nicole offered that gentle smile again. 
“You’re welcome. Is that all?” I stood up from the chair and thankfully managed to keep my spirits up. 
“Yeah.” she nodded, but kept her distance in an effort to probably avoid breaking my heart again. 
_______
As a warning to everyone, Nicole told us that her new partner would visit the office this afternoon. 
My mind jumbled with questions until someone else’s voice answered between Nicole’s sentences. Heads turned. Everyone here crained their necks to see who it was. 
Fuck! I panicked within. 
Without even looking up anything, I knew exactly who it was. 
Helmut Zemo, Baron of Sokovia. 
His brown hair almost slicked backwards and dark eyes nearly matched my own. 
Instead of showing off by wearing designer clothes now, Helmut wore a dark Polo shirt that rolled at the sleeves. A gold watch clasped around his left wrist. Matching slacks covered the lower half of his body, but I couldn’t help staring near his palm.
He was holding hands with Nicole. My baby. My best friend. 
“Hello, Earth to everybody. Why is it so quiet in here?” Nicole tried to joke around and wake up the room from shock. 
“This the guy you met during our retreat last weekend?” Sharon called out, answering so many of our collective questions at once. 
“Yes, Sharon.” Nicole rolled her eyes after stepping away from Helmut. 
“Bring on the affluence! We have to redecorate now, Nicole.” Sam interjected, hopefully waiting for people to laugh around the room instead. A few more chuckled in return. 
“No, Sam. It’s fine.” Nicole eased Sam and others sighed in relief. 
Helmut greeted everyone with the same amount of kindness that genuine regals were known for. By the time we noticed each other, I nodded towards him and we shook hands. 
“Great to meet you.” I stayed cordial with Helmut. Even Nicole had looked on silently by this point.
“Pleasure to meet you as well. Are you Torres? Nicole has told me much about you recently.” His accented English rasped towards me with the same level as a diplomat.
“Yes. Joaquin Torres.” I continued. 
“We shall meet again soon hopefully.” Right before turning away, his smile was there, but the gesture didn’t look bright enough to ease my nerves. 
“Happy for you.” I whispered to Nicole again as we locked eyes for just a second. Before long, she moved away from me with her new man, ready to start another chapter with someone else. 
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taiblogcomics · 8 months
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The Sequel No One Asked For!
Hey there, fourth-dimensional thinking. So we finally finished Avengers Arena! That's good! But there was a sequel. That's bad! However, it was only ten issues! That's good! It's so bad that it was cancelled at only 10 instead of a full 12, and teetered on cancellation as early as issue 6. That's bad. It's not about child murder anymore! That's good! It is instead about the question of whether any of the survivors will instead slip into villainy over the incident. That's bad. But there will be catharsis for the previous series. That's good! But it'll still take all ten issues to get there. That's bad. ...Can we just get to the review now?
Here's the cover:
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The covers will at least be a bit better than Arena's. They're actually relevant to the issue instead of being unnecessary movie homages. And, like, these covers are pretty cool. Very moody and lit dramatically. It's a pretty good cover that'll certainly draw the eye. Plus you put an actually notable villain like Baron Zemo front-and-center, that automatically pulls in a lot of points for the story's potential. Can it live up to this cover? Well, I guess we'll find out...
I will, however, take a moment and say that everyone's costume redesigns suck here, though. Like, I'm sure it's amazing and life-changing for Hazmat that she doesn't need to be confined to a suit anymore, but it was also a pretty striking and iconic look. And sorry, Cullen, but even if yours glows, you will never be as an iconic skull-wearing asshole as the Punisher. Even I can admit that. Anachronism's just spent all night on a Braveheart cosplay. And I've heard some costume changes within the story are even worse~
So we open with a news report to catch you up on the events of the previous series. In short, X-Men Z-lister Arcade was tired of being a joke, so he instead kidnaps 16 teenage heroes and does a Hunger Games. After thirty days on Child Murder Island and several child murders, the kids get rescued, the incident comes to light, and Arcade gets away with everything. Worse, according to this news report, he's a "household name", and the incident has over 2.5 billion views, which is bullshit. First of all, no way are that many people interested in what is essentially a Survivor snuff film. Secondly, that's gotta be breaking some TOS, c'mon.
So this whole news report is playing over what appears to be a public food court. As we cut away from it, a couple teens watching express disgust that the TV is interviewing Chase Stein yet again. One of the teens loves him, the other thinks he's the worst. They join a third friend, who instead has a third opinion: It's actually Hazmat who's the worst. As he rattles off his Top Ten Reasons Why Hazmat Sucks, it turns out--uh oh!--the actual Hazmat has been sitting two tables away, listening to this whole thing. And to express her annoyance, she nukes their table and storms away. Might've frightened them, but I think it's the restaurant who's going to be more annoyed by that...
And hey, speaking of Chase, remember when I said there were even worse design changes inside the story? Yeah, Chase's terrible mohawk, studs in both ears, and mirrored shades look awful. Like, Chase has always been more like... if he didn't make it as a surfer or rock star and went out for football instead, but kept the long hair. You feel me? Like straddling the line between "rock" and "jock". Now he's fallen off that line and landed squarely in "douchey biker stereotype". The leather jacket doesn't help, but it is at least the least awful part of his look~
Anyways, Chase is on a talk show, playing up how he's the most vocal of the kids to talk about the incident. And while his look is awful, his personality is at least fairly accurate. Chase does seem like the one who'd milk his chance at 15 minutes of fame. He even admits it on the air. Which is when a sudden power surge pops the lights and overloads the camera. It's Nico Minoru, and she's come to collect her pal. She's pissed that Chase broke the promise they made not to tell, but as he retorts, Arcade posted it all online and took credit. So what's even the point of keeping the secret anymore?
And while the pair of them finish up their argument and teleport away, we cut over to a SHIELD lab that's running diagnostics on Deathlocket. One is very clinical and excuses herself to run some tests. But being treated cold and technical is what Locket is used to. What she's not used to is the other guy, who starts gushing how she was his "favourite character" on the show. But it wasn't a show, it was her life. And she's the hero, right? She killed the bad guy. But she didn't do that, she just shot her best friend. And so she decides to leave. She's the one with the big cannon after all, who’s gonna stop her?
So we cut over to Anchorage, Alaska, the only time this has ever happened in fiction. It's a meeting in a town hall, and from the tone, it's clearly an Alcoholics Anonymous type meeting. Up on stage is Cammi's mother, and she's talking about how she stayed sober lately. And what it boils down to is that while other people would try to drown their worries, she could see Cammi out surviving on Child Murder Island. And seeing what a survivor her daughter is gave her the strength to do the same. Cammi, who is attending as emotional support, blushes and slinks lower in her chair.
As the meeting lets out, Cammi lets her mom know that she has somewhere to be that night. And no, she means somewhere else, shedding her parka to reveal an updated spacesuit underneath. It's not too bad. Her old one was like a big orange NASA-approved astronaut suit. This one's more of a form-fitting space-ranger type deal, with glowy accents and a belt with an insignia and everything. Her mom, in tears suddenly, says Cammi has to let that stuff go and live her life. Cammi replies that she's working on it, jetting off with her rocket boots.
So now we cut over to Cullen Bloodstone--or more specifically, a video by him. Of course, Cullen is a vertical video dingus. So his whole video is him with a huge plasma cannon and Arcade's address. And he blows up the house! But he doesn't find Arcade's charred remains in the wreckage, so he gets pissed and kicks the camera over. Ah yes, a very legal video, I'm sure. Though I guess if Arcade's whole 30-day Child Murder Island series didn't get flagged, I don't think there's any limits in the Marvel universe's Youtube.
Cammi lands at Bloodstone Manor, and Anachronism greets her at the door. The rest of the group teleports in with Nico, and that's our cast. Just the seven of 'em. Darkhawk, Reptil, and X-23 won't be returning for the sequel. They're the real heroes here. Anyway, Cullen isn't actually here, despite this being his house. But we've seen him out doxxing Arcade and putting it on video. He's fine. In fact, that's why they're here: Anachronism called them because Cullen dropped out of school, and when he went looking at home for him, he found... Well...
He opens the door to (presumably) Cullen's bedroom, and it's exactly what you'd expect from a stable individual who shoots videos in portrait mode. The place is covered in newspaper articles and other printouts, some of Arcade, others of his known associates. Worse, if that's not crazy enough, there's just big letters of "KILL ARCADE" written overtop in spraypaint. Even a little doll dressed up like Arcade, hanging from a little noose. Well, at least he's creative. Anachronism's take is that Cullen's lost it a bit, and I can't say I disagree~
If all this isn't compelling enough evidence, Anachronism shows them another video--and this one's actually shot in landscape mode, so maybe Cullen's not as far-gone as they think! But the gist of it is that he's in the nation of Bagalia, known hangout of Baron Zemo and the Masters of Evil. Since they've palled around with Arcade from time-to-time, Cullen figures this is the only place left that they can be. So he takes off his ring and goes full monster, preparing to wreck up the place until they cough up Arcade (or at least his hidey-hole).
So that was three weeks ago. Understandably, Anachronism is a bit worried since he hasn't heard from him since. And as a cutaway shows us, he has a good reason to be. Baron Zemo and his cohorts (Hellstrom, Constrictor, and Madame Masque) have taken control of Monster!Cullen and are wrecking up some SHIELD base somewhere with his power. So even if they don't quite know what they're saving him from yet, the issue ends with our remaining six heroes resolving to go get their pal and bring him home. And that, at least, I can root for~
Well, I’ll certainly admit, this is at least a much more interesting set-up than the previous series. It doesn’t start with a smug douchebag killing off a popular teen character, so it’s a strong improvement. And hey, as dumb as revenge is, it is at least also a relatable motive as well. So I can hardly hold that against Cullen, even if he’s gone a little cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. Given the worst sin of this issue is Chase’s ungodly awful redesign, it’s easily better than any issue in Avengers Arena. Dunno if it can keep that momentum going, but I live in hope~
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Suits, Dresses, and Heels
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Word Count: 4000
Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, More Mentions of PTSD, Gun Violence, Slight Mentions of Drinking, Club Dancing (You’re all gonna hate me for that part, but I’m not sorry)
A/N: Here’s Part 4.2 - The Second Part to Episode 3 - as requested. This is a little more scene-by-scene, but there are some off-screen moments. I’ll be posting Part 4.3 (which will have the rest of the episode) later tonight.
There’s a bit more information on Reader, but not as much as the last chapter. Sharon comes in during this part, so you get to see her and Reader’s relationship.
Also, I have mixed feelings about Zemo at this point. Not in the story, the Reader’s not a fan as you learned previously, but for me personally, he’s surprised me a couple times by coming back and helping.
Anyways! Thank you so much for reading! This isn’t beta’d so excuse any mistakes! Check out my other parts before you read! Thank you again! Stay tuned, loves!
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The dress was far too tight for your liking, and showed way too much skin. Not that you didn’t like being a tease every once in a while, but for this mission, you’d rather have more cover and movement.
You had to admit though; Zemo had nice taste. The dress fit deliciously - which made you wonder how he got your size. The color and cut was devastatingly flattering. Plus, he let you do your own makeup.
Being the only female, you were in a separate area of the jet getting ready. Once you were done, you made sure to knock, even though you’d walked in on Sam changing too many times to count while on the run and had seen Bucky answer the door in nothing but a towel. It was mainly for Zemo’s sake, just a warning that you were walking in whether or not they were ready.
“Damn, girl! You clean up nice!”
You rolled your eyes at Sam, painted lips quirking up as you studied him, shooting him a wink. “You should try a mirror, Sammy.” You turned to Bucky to find him staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at you. “What do you think, Buck?”
His mouth snapped shut and he cleared his throat, eyes exploring the dips and curves your body. “You…” He blinked once. Twice. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his intense eyes making you heat up, before he shook his head. “You look good.” He rushed out, before spinning on his heel shoving past Sam who was snickering.
“Where’s Zemo?” You noticed he wasn’t in the main area of the plane when you walked in.
“Rearranging our ride once we get there.”
You huffed, fixing your hair. “Oh God. We’re really doing this.”
“Yup.”
“Okay.” You looked down at yourself before looking up at the boys. “Something’s gonna go wrong, isn’t it?”
“Absolutely.”
“No doubt.”
Giving a slight groan at their simultaneous answers, you nodded. “Let’s try not to screw up too badly, boys, alright? I at least want to live long enough to see Peter graduate.”
Sam rolled his eyes with a scoff. “That kid’s a punk.”
“You’re a punk.” You shot back.
Bucky raised his hand. “I second that punk thing.”
“For which one?”
“Both of them.”
You chuckled as Sam gaped at Bucky, who shrugged innocently. The former assassin tilted his head in your direction to shoot you a grin and a wink, making you laugh more. Shaking your head, you go to make a joke when Zemo walked in.
“It’s time. We’re landing now.”
And just like that, the teasing atmosphere dissipated, leaving you anxious and regretful.
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You walked by Bucky, arm linked with his metal one, listening as Zemo told Sam about his “character” he was to play.
“He’s a known womanizer - always has a gorgeous lady on his arm.” Zemo gestured towards you. “It’s the only way they’d let in a woman.”
“Aren’t we going to see a woman?” You questioned, gently patting Bucky’s metallic bicep when his hold on you tightened.
“Which makes it more imperative that you don’t act threatening. Women don’t make the same mistake men do; they don’t underestimate other women.”
You nodded. He had a point there. Bucky faced you, a frown on those pretty lips. “I don’t like this.” He mumbled.
“You think I do?” You whispered back. “With you being him again? Even if it’s just pretend? And need I remind you whose idea this was?”
“I know, I know. Just…” He sighed. “Promise me you won’t get hurt on purpose.”
Your forehead creased. “Why would I-?”
“To protect people. You always do. And I get it, I do. It’s why you started this in the first place, but…save yourself first, this time, okay?”
“Buck-”
“Promise me.”
It wasn’t often you could see the fear in his eyes, hear it in his voice, but you could then. Unable to do anything else you nodded, a soft, “okay” falling from your lips. He nodded back, pressing a kiss to your head, before letting you go as a car approached.
Bucky helped you in - the heels you were wearing were no joke - before sliding in himself, Sam getting in on the other side of you. “And you two can’t be…” Zemo gestured to the two of you as the car started moving, eyeing your still connected hands. “Doing that.”
“This isn’t my first theater production.” You snapped at him. “We’ll be fine.”
He raised his hands in surrender, turning back to look out the windshield. Once you arrived, you gave Bucky’s hand one last squeeze, before accepting Sam’s hand to get out on his side, linking your arm with his like you were doing with Bucky earlier.
“I finally get to see one of your performances, baby.” Sam grinned at you.
You smirked back. “Best seats in the house, too, Smiling Tiger.” He groaned at your jest, nudging you playfully with his elbow as you giggled.
“This way.” Zemo cut in, jerking his head in the direction you’d be going. You took a breath, steeling yourself, before the three of you nodded at each other and followed his lead.
You found the fellas reactions amusing, their heads turning to study and scan everything they could see. You were more subtle in the way you analyzed your surroundings, feeling a bit more at home in this situation than, say, fighting super soldiers on top of semi trucks.
Your jaw tightened, as did your grip on Sam’s arm, when Zemo started speaking Russian, the four of you pushing through a crowded bar. Sam ran his fingers over your arms, giving your hand a little squeeze, silently reassuring you.
It was a bit obvious Sam hadn’t done much undercover work, put he stayed in character and you were impressed. Especially when the bartender started cutting up the snake, which you had to look away for because if there was one thing you couldn’t do…it was snakes. You nearly gagged when Sam reluctantly downed the drink. 
Bucky eyed you, lips pursed in a way you recognized as him trying to hold in a smile. That made you feel a little better, hiding your own smile by turning into the crook of Sam’s neck. “Not. Funny.” He growled through clenched teeth, lips not moving.
“Kinda is.”
He grumbled under his breath, before the two of you tuned into the conversation between Zemo and a thug that came up, learning about the apparent power broker of Madripoor, which you a bit of from your time undercover there.
Sam held you tightly when Zemo turned to Bucky, knowing what was about to happen.
You didn’t like it. You didn’t like how easily aggressive he became. You didn’t like the little smirk Zemo gave as Bucky attacked. You didn’t like the cellphones being pointed in his direction. You didn’t like it.
“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” You gave Zemo a warning glare, a shaky breath leaving you.
He’d been doing so well. At least, for someone who had been through what he had. Especially considering it’d only been a few months since he’d been pardoned - half a year since everyone came back. You knew bringing Zemo on board had been a bad idea, but-
A squeeze to your hand pulled you out of your thoughts. You let out an inaudible sigh of relief as Zemo allowed Bucky to let the man he was choking go.
“Selby will see you now.”
One step down. You hoped that would be the hardest part, but you knew it most definitely wouldn’t be.
“You good?”
Bucky sniffed, giving you two a curt nod, before following Zemo. You bit your lip. “That wasn’t really an answer, was it?”
Sam shook his head. “No. No it wasn’t.”
Selby wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, but you’d come to expect that. You stayed on Sam’s arm, giving the guards coy smiles and playing with the fake nails you had on in faux-boredom.
When she purred at the man besides you, you and Bucky glanced at each other, with you resisting the urge to scrunch up your nose. “And who is this gorgeous creature?”
Your eyes snapped back to Selby, giving her a slightly bashful smile. “Celeste Addams. Pleasure.”
“Trust me, dear. The pleasure is all mine.” Alright, you thought as she scanned you with a smirk. She was swinging for both teams. You could work with that. “What’s the offer?” She looked back to Zemo.
Zemo gave her the offer - information about the super soldier serum for the Winter Soldier and the code words to control him. Your blood boiled as Zemo touched Bucky, fingers grabbing his chin. You swore, once this whole thing was over, you would kick Zemo’s ass. You should make a list, just to keep track of all the things he’d done, and no doubt would do, to piss you off. That way he’d know why exactly you were beating his ass.
A name came up, Dr. Wilfred Nagel, along with the knowledge that the super soldier serum was, in fact, in Madripoor. You and Sam met eyes. Second step down.
But before they could get anything else, Sam’s phone buzzed. You ducked your head, closing your eyes, mumbling “fuck” when you saw it was Sarah. Sam’s responses just made you inwardly cringe even more.
“The bank, yeah. We laundered so much mo-” He chuckled nervously. “Yeah. They’ll come around.”
Is he fucking serious? For the love of God, Sammy…
And then she called him Sam. Next thing you knew, Selby was shot and you, Bucky, and Sam were taking out a guard each, you growling at the fact that you couldn’t use your legs because the dress was too damn tight.
You had no choice but to trust Zemo’s lead, but word traveled very quickly here, and less than a minute after walking outside, you were getting shot at.
“C’mon!” Bucky grabbed your arm, pulling you besides him.
“Can you not right now?!”
“I can’t run in these heels!”
You glared at Sam, the killer six inchers on your feet feeling like hell. “Hell no! You did not just say that in front of me!”
“You started it!” You scowled at him, following Bucky into an alley, only to duck as shots rang out. Chest heaving, you looked around for the source of the bullets that killed the men chasing you.  Your “guardian angel” as Zemo put it.
She soon appeared in all her stunning, blonde badass glory. “Sharon?”
Sam quickly explained the situation, trying to get her not to shoot Zemo who she had a gun pointed at.
“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass,” she pointed the gun at Sam, then Bucky, “so that you could save his ass, from his ass.” And the gun was back on Zemo. She shot you a smile. “And your ass is looking beautiful as always.”
You grinned back. “Thanks. You’re not looking too bad yourself.”
As she spoke, your lips turned down. You had tried calling her after Germany, but it always went to voicemail. First thing you did when you got back was try to get everyone pardoned, but it was a process. And then you found out about Wanda and ever since…
Sharon was your first real friend. She was only a couple years younger than you and had been one of your first partners during your time with SHIELD. And the fact that she’d been on the run for years now, even with the Blip, her family not having seen or talked to her since…that was exactly why you couldn’t take a break. She was family and you found there was nothing more important than family. But when she needed you, you were out searching for someone who didn’t want to be found.
How were you supposed to choose between two sisters? How could you cope with the fact that you chose the wrong one?
“Sharon, we need your help.” She laughed at Bucky’s statement. “Please,”
She glanced at you and you nodded. “I’d appreciate it, Share.”
She gave a sigh before nodding. “This isn’t over. I have a place in High Town. You should be safe there for a while.”
She turned and started walking, and you were about to follow, when you remembered something.
Spinning around, your fist connected with Zemo’s cheek, Sam and Bucky shouting in surprise while the man stumbled back. “Don’t you fucking dare touch him like that ever again, or I will break every bone in your body.” You threatened, your expression twisting into a scowl as you grab his hand and bend it awkwardly. He grunted but didn’t move, knowing one wrong turn would break his wrist. “Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal.” He ground out.
You pushed a little more, making him wince, before letting go and rounding back to Sharon, who was smirking at you. “Let’s get moving.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She jerked her head back over her shoulder to where a car was waiting, leading them over.
You quickly followed after her with Bucky on your heels and Sam dragging Zemo along. Speaking of heels, as soon as you got in the car - getting shotgun for the first time ever at Sharon’s insistence - you prodded the stupid shoes off your feet.
“Nice kicks.”
“Yeah.” You scoffed. “Unless you’re trying to kick.”
“Did you rip the dress?”
“I was tempted to.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll get you in something more comfortable. And you’ll look just as good. Not that you wouldn’t look good in literally anything.”
You chuckled, giving her a look. “Let’s not test that theory.”
She smiled back, nodding. “Fine. I’ll let you pick something out.”
Sam huffed, crossing his arms best he could, being squished with the two other fully grown men in the back seat. “Women.”
The two of you exchanged looks, rolling your eyes at the three pouting guys. “Men.”
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“I’m gonna go check on the boys. But I’ll be right back.”
You nodded, looking through her closet. No dresses. And absolutely no heels. Flats, if you had to, but you’d definitely prefer sneakers right now. You decided on shorts and an off-the-shoulder blouse, grateful for the looser clothing.
“They’re idiots.”
You laughed and looked over at the door as Sharon entered. “Yeah. I know.”
“Cute.” She commented on your outfit, sitting on her bed. “They explained the situation. Sam said if I help, he’d clear my name-”
“Sharon.” You sighed, biting your lip. “I tried. I really did. I-”
She shook her head, smiling at you reassuringly. “No, I know. It’s why I’m not mad at you. Sorry I didn’t call back. How’ve you been?”
You shrugged. “Fine, I guess.”
“Even with the whole ‘Cap is back’ thing.”
“Walker’s the government’s pet. He’s not Captain America. He’s not…”
“Steve?”
Looking up at her from the ground, you nodded. “Yeah.”
“Do you miss him?”
You smirked, wagging your eyebrows at her. “Do you?”
She rolled her eyes, tossing a pillow at you. “It’s kinda weird now, isn’t it?”
“Maybe a little. But I can’t blame you. Have you seen him shirtless? Good God.”
Sharon laughed, shaking her head as you joined her on the bed. “How come it’s always you getting wrapped up in these things?”
“I have no clue.” You chuckled, crossing your legs underneath you. “First I’m answering a phone call from Bucky at five in the morning and next thing I know, I’m being kicked off of semi trucks, breaking criminals out of prisons and running in six inch heels.”
“You answer Bucky’s calls at five in the morning?”
You gave her a look. “Sharon-”
“No, no. Hey. That’s cool. Some girls like bad boys, some like jocks, others like nerds. You like super soldiers from the 40’s. Everyone’s got a thing.”
A playful shove turned into a pillow fight, which turned into a sparring session, during which you pin her on her back. “You’re getting better.” You complimented, getting up.
She glared at you, taking your outstretched hand and letting you pull her up. “I guess that’s why you’re an Avenger.”
“That’s still weird to say.”
“Why? You’ve been an Avenger since, what? Ultron?”
You nodded, straightening your clothes. “Officially, anyways.”
“Right. Because you were there for the Battle of Manhattan as the secret seventh superhero.”
“Yeah…I miss it. The anonymity. I’m pretty sure I’m one half the Senators’ speed dials.”
Sharon frowned, brows pinching together. “What about the other half of the OG? Where are they?”
“Thor’s in space, Bruce is MIA - which I can’t really blame him for - and Clint’s retired with his family.”
“You think he’s gonna stay retired?”
You shrugged. “I hope he does. He’s been trying to retire for years. He deserves it. Knowing him, though…probably not.”
Sharon crossed her arms, nodding at you. “So that leaves you.”
“Yes it does.”
“Do you ever think of taking a break?”
You gave a half-sigh, half-groan, making her smirk in amusement. “It’s…come up a lot recently. I dunno. I think I’m burning out, anyways.”
“What makes you say that? I was watching you guys with Selby. You’re still one of the best I’ve ever seen.”
“I-I’ve been having…problems.”
Her eyes narrowed, her hands setting on her hips like a mother about to scold her child. “What kind of problems?”
“Just flashbacks. Of different things. It happens at random times. Certain triggers; something someone says or does, or something I smell or hear.”
“PTSD?”
“Something like that.”
“Has it affected you in the field?” Hesitating to answer was answer enough and she nodded. “Then…maybe it’s time you do start considering retiring.”
You snorted, shaking your head. “At 36? There’s no way.”
“C’mon. It’s not too late for you to settle down. Go one a few dates. Meet someone. Maybe have a couple kids-”
“Woah, woah. Slow your roll.” Your features scrunched up in incredulity. “Pump your breaks. No one said anything about marriage or kids.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying…think about it. I heard even Bucky’s been on a few dates.”
It was your turn to narrow your eyes at her, hearing the suggestive tone in her voice and seeing the eyebrow raise. “Yeah. He has. A few. I told him to. Told him it might be good for him to, I dunno, get back out there.
“Or, you could just…go out there with him.”
“Not you too! Have you been talking to Sam?”
“Is it Steve? Is that what’s stopping you? Because you know he’d just want you to be hap-” She stopped as he phone vibrated, grabbing it and reading the text. “Company’s arriving.” She pointed a finger at you. “You got very very lucky. This conversation isn’t over. I’m not dropping this.”
You bit your cheek and nodded. “Alright, mom. Can we go party now?”
She breathed out a laugh and nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go party.”
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“Hey, gorgeous! There you are!”
You smirked at the boys as they met you near the top of the stairs, eyeing Sam and Bucky appreciatively. Damn, could Sam pull off a turtleneck. And Bucky in black and skinny jeans? Sharon sure had good taste. “Today’s the day for attractive outfits, huh, gentlemen?”
“I’ll say.” Bucky hummed, glancing at your own outfit. “You look beautiful, doll.”
“You look very dashing yourself, Barnes.” You grin, pulling at the lapels of his black blazer and fixing the collar. You smoothed your hand down the front of his shirt, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised when he caught your wrist, keeping your palm over his heart.
He clenched his jaw, taking a breath, before letting it out, almost dejectedly, and letting your hand go. “Um,” He cleared his throat, hand falling down by his side. “Did, uh, did Sharon say anything more about these friends of hers to you?”
“Nope.” You shook your head. “Just told me to enjoy the party.”
“I guess we should go enjoy the party, then.” Sam nodded towards the stairs, where the music was floating up, her guests already pouring in.
You made your way downstairs, looking around the room. Sharon sure did know how to throw one, that’s for sure.
People were pushed together, dancing to the beat of the music, drinking, with colored lights flashing every which way. Bucky’s hand found yours almost instantly, and you smiled at him. “C’mon.”
“What?” His eyes were wide as you dragged him towards the groups of people dancing. 
“Dance with me.”
He shook his head violently. “I-I can’t.”
“I thought you used to be a dancer?”
“Used to. And I was a swing-dancer. Not…” He gestured around to the people bobbing up and down, moving their bodies with each other.
You waved dismissively, pulling him closer. “All you need to do is feel the beat. I’m sure you can do that, can’t you, Mr. Tough and Scary Assassin?”
He licked his lips, looking around nervously. You brought his hands to your hips, making his eyes snap back to yours, your own arms winding around his neck. You started moving rhythmically, nodding your head to the music, smiling up at him and giggling at the adorable concentration on his face.
“You, uh, you go to parties like this a lot?”
“I specialized in undercover operations, remember? I practically lived at these places for some of them.” He licked his lips, his grasp on your hips tightening. “Loosen up a little.” You laughed, catching his jaw between your fingers and making him look at you instead of the crowd surrounding him. You scratched at the scruff, speaking softly, but loud enough for him to hear. “It’s just me.”
He nodded and, slowly, a bit hesitant, started moving his body with yours, relaxing his tense muscles the longer you two danced.
“Nice hit, by the way. With Zemo earlier.”
You shrugged, turning in his arms, biting your lip when he pulled you closer, your back to his chest. “I didn’t like the way he grabbed you. It was unnecessary. I was thinking of making a list, actually.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” Your arms wound around his neck again, your head falling back to his shoulder. “Of things he’s done so far that warrant’s me beating his ass once this is done.”
He chuckled, warm breath tickling your cheek, thumbs tracing circles on the bare skin just above the waistline of your shorts. Your own fingers had found home in his hair holding his head where it was, his lips centimeters away from your ear. “Share it with Sam. I’m sure he has a few things to add.”
Your breath hitched as his metal fingers danced along your bare navel, arm tightening around your waist. “I’m sure he does…I thought you said you can’t dance.”
“I guess I just needed to warm up. I’m a bit rusty after eighty years.”
“Don’t seem that rusty to me.” You breathed out, turning your head to look at him. His tongue ran across his lips again, his eyes glancing to your own.
“Hey, guys!” The world and your situation came crashing down on you, the music you didn’t realize you’d been tuning out, along with the crowd’s boisterous laughter and cheers, rushed back to yours ears. The little bubble with just you and Bucky shattered. You both stepped away from each other; you cleared your throat and pushed down the heat that had nothing to do with the hundred bodies in the one room, while Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, the tips of his ears red with no help from the colored lights. Both of you were panting lightly, avoiding eye contact with the other three staring knowingly at you. Sharon nodded her head, gesturing behind her. “I found him.”
Sam nudged Bucky - who was staring at you, his jaw ticking and his throat tightening as he swallowed thickly - before jabbing his thumb in Sharon’s direction. “Here we go.”
You nodded, eyeing Bucky with a small smile. “Here we go, Buckaroo.”
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stevesbestgirl · 2 years
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Blind Date with Daddy!Zemo
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Daddy!Zemo x F!Reader
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Warnings: DDLG dynamics, age play, references to sexting if you squint, Daddy kink but no explicit sexual content
A/N: Week 4 (albeit a little late) of my D20 Writing Event, found here! Sorry if this is a hot mess.
Then:
           “Do you have a reservation, miss?” The maître d gave you a cursory glance, obviously doubtful. In your skirt and collared shirt, you looked very cute, but a little out of place in such an upscale venue.
           You glanced around, trying to peer into the depths of the restaurant, but it was all very private. “I’m, um, supposed to be meeting a date here, but I’ve only seen a photo,” you admitted. “I don’t have a name.”
           Suppressing a sigh, they didn’t meet your eyes, “What do they look like? We have a few singles in there at the moment.”
           You pulled up the photo your friend had sent you on your phone, showing them the screen. The man pictured had soft brown eyes framed by lashes most girls would kill for and immaculately styled brown hair.
It almost looked like the host paled slightly, “Of course madam, right this way.”
           You hastily tucked your phone back in your bag and followed them back to a private room, where the man from the photo was seated at a lavishly decorated table. Candles flickered inside shiny silver votives, the flames making the tableware gleam.
           He rose, moving forward to meet you as the host bowed their way out of the room. Capturing your hand, he brushed his lips over your knuckles, “There you are, katzchen, I was growing worried.” He pulled your chair out for you, “Come, sit. I’ve ordered already, I hope that is alright with you.”
           You nodded, cheeks warm under his attention, “Thank you. I’m sorry I’m late.” You bit your lip as you contemplated explaining.
           “Did something keep you?”
           You felt your cheeks warm under his intent gaze, “I, um, thought I might be in the wrong place.” Glancing at your outfit, you added, “Sorry if I’m a little underdressed.”
           “Nonsense, you look lovely,” he waved the idea away. “And my apologies, I presumed Mr. Wilson would relay the type of venue to you as well.”
           “Sam insisted on being mysterious about it. He wouldn’t even give me your name.”
           His eyes widened a bit, “Then I find myself caught with poor manners. My name is Helmut Zemo.” He chuckled, “I’m afraid I had a slight advantage, as I know your name already. Thought I must say, katzchen suits you much better.”
           “What does it mean?” You couldn’t place his accent.
           “It is Sokovian; it means kitten.” He laughed aloud at your stammered attempts at a response, “If you don’t like it, you must forgive me, Mr. Wilson informed me that you were looking for-”
           “No, I do like it,” you murmured.
           You were saved further embarrassment by the arrival of dinner. It was some kind of pasta dish in a white sauce. Breathing a sigh of relief, you took a sip of your wine.
           “Did Sam tell you about my allergy too?” you asked shyly.
           He smiled, “I asked him a great deal of questions.” He sipped his wine, “I was eager to learn about you.”
           You offered a coy smile, “Why?”
           He raised an eyebrow, “Why wouldn’t I be interested in a pretty thing like you?”
           “I know my preferences are,” you paused, “Odd to some people.”
           “Not to someone on the other side, katzchen. So, why don’t we bypass the unnecessary shame and you call me what you’ve been wanting to, hm?” Your cheeks grew warm again and he tsked when you didn’t respond, “Come now, little one, let’s not be coy.”
           Before you could think better of it, the words had left your lips, “Sorry Daddy.”
           A smug grin spread over his lips and he took a sip of his wine, “There’s my sweet girl.”
           You were embarrassed by his praise, as nice as it was to hear. You’d been ridiculed for being a little so many times that it felt like a cruel joke to get your hopes up. You cast your gaze down at your plate and took a bite of your food.
           “Darling, you’ve nothing to be shy about. We have privacy here, I’ve made sure of it.”
           “I’m sorry. I’ve just never been able to- well,” you bit your lip, avoiding his gaze.
           “Look at me, katzchen.” Reluctantly, you met his eyes again. “Your days of being afraid and ashamed are behind you. I’ve struggled to find someone to care for since my family perished in Sokovia, but I find you adorable and sweet.” He tilted his head slightly, “I’d like that someone to be you, if you are willing to trust me.” You were afraid, but he seemed earnest; you wanted to trust him. “I know you’ve suffered cruelty in the past, but I can keep you safe from all of that, kleine.”
           Finally, you offered a small nod of your head and he smiled.
Now:
           “Daddy! Are you home?” You trotted down the hallway, unsure if it was the front door or the kitchen staff.
           “In my study,” Helmut’s voice floated out of his home office.
           Heart skipping, you hurried to his study, pausing in the doorway as he put things away. You squealed, “You’re home early!” You rushed in and hugged him.
           He chuckled, “Darling, you know the rules. Where are we?”
           You slunk backwards, hands clasped behind your back, “Your office.”
           “And what’s the rule for my office?”
           “No running or yelling,” you murmured.
           “What was that?”
           You repeated louder, “No running or yelling.” He hummed and you added, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
           He smiled slightly, “You are forgiven. Now come, greet me properly.”
           You crossed the floor slowly this time, coming to a halt in front of him before raising your eyes, “Welcome home, Daddy.”
           He smirked, “There’s my sweet girl.” He cupped your chin and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Did you miss me?” Nodding, you leaned in for another kiss, but he held you back with a chuckle, “Should I take that as a yes?”
           “Yes, Daddy.”
           “Come now, katzchen. You aren’t in trouble.” He brushed his thumb over your cheek, “Talk to me.”
           You leaned into his touch, “I did miss you. And I’m happy you’re back early. Is everything okay?”
           “Everything is fine,” he chuckled. “I only thought that my katzchen could use some extra attention today, based on all the photos you sent me this morning.”
           Your cheeks grew warm, “I’m sorry if I bothered you, Daddy.”
           He brushed his nose over yours, “You could never.” He took a seat in his desk chair, tugging you down into his lap, “What would you like to do with the rest of the day?”
           “Would you read to me?”
           “Is that all?”
           You bit your lip, “And can we order in for dinner?”
           “Anything else?”
           You gave him a sly smile, “Dessert too?”
           He grinned, “Perhaps if you behave yourself.”
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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years
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The Hottest Avenger - Bucky Barnes
a/n: im warning you, i will probably not stop for a while with the bucky fics so... brace yourselves lol! also i wrote this before ep 5 came out so its placed in that time
pairing: Bucky X Reader
warnings: TFATWS spoiler, some violence? nothing extreme
word count: 1.8k
summary: Being locked together with Sam and Bucky brings the worst out of you, picking on each other constantly. Following an arguement Bucky accidentally calls you his girlfriend in front of Sam when your relationship was supposed to be a secret.
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“Did you fucking eat the last dumpling?” you accuse Sam, holding up the empty takeout box where you thought were one more dumpling, one you’ve saved for yourself, but now it’s gone as Sam is eyeing you with his mouth full.
“Thought it was mine,” he mumbles, his words barely understandable from all the food in his mouth.
Taking a deep breath you’re trying not to jump at his throat right then and there. You’ve been locked up together all damn day in the trashy apartment across the street from the building where’s Zemo supposed to be hiding. Sharon had a tip about a possible place where he might be found, but you’ve been waiting to no avail for now. You’ve been growing stressed and impatient. You lost track of Karli and her people and now you can’t seem to find Zemo either. If it wasn’t for the Dora Milaje, you wouldn’t bother to be so after the asshole, but Bucky said if Ayo finds him first, he is dead and every useful information he holds goes to the grave with him so now you are forced to look for him. One failed mission has been following the other these days, that incompetent dickhead John is on the loose too after murdering that man in front of civilians and you feel like control has slipped out of your grip a long time ago. Now you’re stuck with Sam and Bucky in this crappy place, waiting by the window, watching out for Zemo and on top of everything… Sam ate your last dumpling.
Just when you’re about to snap at him, you feel a strong grip on your shoulder. You don’t have to look up to know it’s Bucky right behind you, but not just because he is the only other person in the room beside you and Sam, but also because you know his touch probably more than anyone. Only that most of the times it’s not your shoulder he is gripping…
It’s been going on for a long time between the two of you. Started with just some innocent flirting and you never thought it would grow into something more significant, but it did. And now you are officially in a relationship with none other than the Winter Soldier, only that no one else knows about it and you plan to keep it that way. You don’t need the teasing and jokes and the Avengers are known to be dicks sometimes, especially Sam.
Glancing up your eyes meet Bucky’s blue irises and he sends you a look that says “just let it go”, and though every fiber in you wants to whoop Sam’s ass, you let it slip.
“Don’t tell me you’re gonna get mad about a dumpling,” Sam chuckles as he chews on the food that you should be enjoying right now.
“I can get mad about whatever I want to,” you growl back, growing quite irritated of him at this point.
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he huffs under his breath, clearly not as bothered as he should be. Before you could do any harm in him, you leave your spot by the window, needing a breather from… well, from him.
“Hey, it’s still your turn!” he calls after you.
“I need a break,” you growl back.
“Get your ass back here, we agreed to switch every two hours!”
“Sam! I’m walking out because I’m way too tempted to punch you in the face right now!” you snap at him, losing your patience. He rises from his seat with a hard expression, not quite a fan of the way you just talked to him, but you couldn’t care less.
“You think you could actually throw one? Because last time we fought you couldn’t really get a hold of me,” he narrows his eyes at you, coming to stand tall in front of you, trying to intimidate you with how much taller and stronger he might be, but you both know you’re a better fighter.
“It’s easy to talk with your fancy tech stuff. Why don’t we see who wins in a simple battle?” you challenge him with faked boredom.
“Guys, stop. We should be looking out for Zemo, not tearing each other apart,” Bucky tries to end the staring contest, sticking his metal arm between the two of you in case any of you decides to launch at the other one.
“Then tell her to stop bitching!” Sam nods in your way.
“I’m not bitching, I’m just fed up with your bullshit!” you spat back at him, leaning closer, your chest coming in contact with Bucky’s extended arm.
“Don’t talk to her like that, Sam,” Bucky warns him, but Sam snorts dryly.
“Don’t tell me you are taking her side, she is throwing a fit for a fucking dumpling!”
“I’m not taking sides, just trying to settle this stupid disagreement here,” he defends himself and you roll your eyes.
“You can’t tell me she is not overreacting it, Buck!” Sam laughs in disbelief, taking a step back, dropping the act that he wants to fight you. He probably knows he would come out as a ridiculous loser. “This is fucking insane, I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit, Y/N,” he shakes his head.
“Hey!” Bucky snaps at him. “Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that, okay?!”
“I’m just—wait, what?!” Sam’s eyes widen and you freeze too.
Your dumbass boyfriend didn’t just out the two of you, did he? What else is about to come?! Sam’s shock turns into a cocky grin as his eyes shift between you and Bucky.
“You guys… you guys are fucking?” he asks with a delightful laugh and you close your eyes sighing, already tired of his shit.
“That’s not—We’re not fucking, I mean… It’s not like that,” Bucky stutters, but it’s just making it worse. He looks at you with terror in his eyes, but you are way too drained to deal with it the right way.
“Yes, we are fucking! And we are in a mature adult relationship! Get yourself over it!” you bark at Sam before turning around and walking out.
You faintly hear the two men talk inside, but you don’t make out the words. You don’t go too far, sitting on the steps leading up to the third floor. Soon enough you hear the door of the apartment open with a creak and a moment later Bucky shows up in your sight. He sits beside you, remaining silent for a little before speaking up.
“Sorry for running my mouth,” he mumbles, his head hanging low.
“It’s… fine,” you breathe out. Bucky fidgets with his fingers and you know he wants to touch you in any kind of way as a reassurance that it really is fine. You don’t want to hold a grudge, it was an accident, you’re just a little bummed it’s not gonna be just the two of you anymore. Reaching out you take his hand, the real one that’s flesh and meat and you lace your fingers together as he peeks at you, still reserved and hesitant.
“Is it really fine or are you just bottling it up?”
“It really is fine,” you chuckle softly and leaning closer you kiss his scruffy cheek. “The only reason I wanted to keep it a secret is because you know how vickery the guys can get. I just didn’t want them to pick on us.”
“They do it because they are just jealous,” he smirks playfully, his shoulder bumping against yours.
“Yeah? Of what?” A soft chuckle slips through your lips.
“That I scored the hottest Avenger,” he replies smugly and you can’t help but laugh with your head snapping back.
“I didn’t know you were fucking Thor!” you retort and immediately see his smirk vanish from his lips as he stares back at you, not enjoying your joke as much as you are.
“Thor? Really? Not this shit again, Y/N,” he narrows his eyes at you. Back when you were just skirting around each other, you loved pulling his leg, joking about how much you are into the hottest Avenger, aka Thor. He never appreciated it, usually earned you a tight-lipped smile before he mumbled “Tarzan’s got nothing on me” before walking away, leaving you laughing like a hyena.
“Come on, you know I’m more into super soldiers,” you grin, leaning closer as he pepper his sharp jawline with more small kisses.
“You know, it’s not the best thing to say to your boyfriend when there are now about eight more super soldiers running around,” he huffs.
“But none of them has a metal arm,” you point out, finally making him laugh.
“So that’s your kink? A vibranium arm?” he asks with faked shock and you curl your arms around his bicep, resting your chin on his shoulder.
“How haven’t you realized yet?” you chuckle. Bucky turns his head until his lips can capture yours in a sweet, lighthearted kiss that makes you forget about everything that’s been clouding over your mind these past days. All the failures, the mistakes and chaos fades into nothing, because you have him and he has you.
Walking back into the apartment Sam stares back at you, neither of you entirely sure how to act after what just happened. He then grabs his phone from the dusty table before holding it up.
“I could order some extra dumplings,” he offers and you crack a smile shaking your head. This was his peace offering, both of you knows he won’t straight up apologize for the way he talked, but this is already more than what you were expecting from him. Bucky must have had a few words with him before joining you outside.
“It’s all good.”
The three of you get back to work, taking your previous spots, returning to the task on hand as silence falls on the room once again. You catch Sam glancing at you and the Bucky and you can tell he is about to make a snarky comment on your relationship. And just as he is about to open his big mouth, Bucky moves to silence him, but you’re faster. With a simple move you throw Sam to the ground, keeping him down with your hand wrapped around his neck.
“Don’t even think about teasing, understood?” you hiss at him as he gasps for air, his hands wrapping around your wrist as he tries to fight you off, but you hold him a second longer to emphasize the importance of your words. Then you finally let go of him and he coughs for air, fixing him up from the floor as you simply walk back to your spot by the window.
“Hottest Avenger, huh?” he breathes out, revealing that he heard what you talked about out on the stairs. “More like the Avenger with the most anger issues…”
You just grin, glancing over at your boyfriend who is now standing with his arms crossed over his chest, not even bothered by his friend’s struggles on the floor as he smirks back at you, nodding proudly as if he was saying: “That’s my girl.”
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wenellyb · 3 years
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I don't know how to explain this but TFATWS reads a lot like “yes Sam and Bucky are romantically involved but this is not a romance so we won't delve into their relationship”.
If you think about it, in Marvel movies, the romance is not at the center of the plot. Even in solo movies, there is usually just one kiss, never more. And it the Avengers, there are usually no kissed between the couples. 
I'm trying to stay away my shipper googles but even then, some scenes don't make sense to me. I love watching movies and TV shows and one thing I like is that dialogues are not put there randomly, the script has a meaning, the words have a meaning, and the scenes they decide to keep have a meaning.
And for some of the Sambucky scenes in TFATWS,  I’m struggling to find any other meaning than “Sam and Bucky had feelings for eachother at some point”.
You can argue that jokes about the 2 partners being more than just friends is a recurring joke in a lot of buddy cop movies, but in those movies, it is usually a joke, just for laughs. The only scenes that would fall into that category in the FATWS are the rolling in the flower field scene and the therapy lesson scene where Sam and Bucky get so close that there legs are intertwined. 
All the other scenes are so emotionally heavy it's difficult to categorize them as only fanservice, or two guys being friends. I'm not saying they aren't any emotional scenes in buddy cop movies, but usually the emotional scenes don't go as deep as what we've seen  in the Falcon and the Winter Soldier. 
I tried to look at all their scenes together and split them into different categories, and I stilll end up with some scenes that point to a relationship that goes beyond friendship between Sam and Bucky:
Scenes that fall into the fanservice category and there just for laughs:
The bickering about wizards and sorcerers in episode 2
The rolling in the flower field scene and the beginning of the therapy scene.
Sam asking Bucky to do something when the Dora Milaje are attacking John Walker in episode 4
Scenes that can be seen as purely friendship:
In episode 2:
 Bucky deciding to follow Sam because I quote  "he doesn't trust Redwing". What is that even supposed to mean? ... He probably meant I don't trust Redwing to protect Sam like he would.
Bucky standing up from the stack where he was sitting on, to go sit next to Sam when they were on the flight back from their mission. 
Sam waiting for Bucky in the police station, even though they try to act as if they're not friends
Sam agreeing to go see Zemo with little to no protest
In episode 3:
Sam making sure Bucky is alright and asking him if he's ok
Sam touching Bucky's metal arm when he’s pretending to be the Winter Soldier
In episode 4:
Bucky saying "I'm going with you" when Sam says Karli wants to meet with him alone.
In episode 5:
The shield practice scene when they have a heart-to-heart talk in episode 5 about what the shield meant for Bucky and Bucky finally apologizing for the way he treated Sam and explaining how as a White man he couldn't possibly know what it would mean for Sam to be Captain America
Sam asking if Bucky is ready for some tough love.
Scenes that make no sense if we see their relations as just friendship:
In episode 2: 
The therapist said she heard a lot about Sam, she wants Sam to stay for the therapy for I don't know what reason, she makes them do a couple exercise, and says it explicitly.
Why would the therapist say she heard a lot about about Sam, that she want to do a couples exercise with them? Those scenes alone are alright, but when you take them together it's quite interesting. 
The couples therapy trope has been used in a lot of Buddy cop movies or TV shows, but usually they don't delve into sensitive topics like they did in TFATWS, the scene was so emotional for a few seconds, I forgot it was a Marvel show.
In episode 3:
When Bucky tells Sam he helped Zemo escape, Sam was furious, and couldn't stop yelling at Bucky about how insane his plan was, and Sam was right. But the moment Bucky looks him in the eyes and basically says, "please do it for me", Sam agrees right away... Excuse me what??? How does this make sense?                                                                              
If my friends ask me to work with an international criminal who just escaped from prison, I wouldn't just stop arguing with them just because they looked at me with puppy eyes. I would continue to yell at them until the end of the mission. Sam was like, “ok, ok, I'll do it for you”? I'm sorry but that is not friendship only, it's something else.
In Episode 5:
 Can we talk about Bucky's reaction when Torres arrived in Episode 5?? The annoyed face when Torres walks in and Bucky walking away right after that, without even saying goodbye? Torres is the sweetest soul on earth, how can anybody hate him? Why would Bucky not like him??? This scene make no sense unless they're trying to tell us that Bucky is jealous or something.
Bucky asking a favor to Ayo, when he's not in good terms with the Wakandans. I'm sorry but do you realize how heavy this scene is? Ayo, just told Bucky that he should lay low for a while, and Bucky understands that, but his first thought is "I need to get a gift from Sam" first. Nope nope nope, you can't tell me this is just friendship. Ok, maybe it is, but I don't understand this filming choice. Plotwise, Sam could have asked for a suit or new wings himself.  I'm sure Sam is in very good terms with T'Challa and the Wakandans... What does it mean that Bucky was the one to ask for it as a gift to Sam, when Bucky was in a already in a difficult situation with the Wakandans due to him freeing Zemo.
Bucky touching Sam's waist to ask him to move when he starts helping him with the boat repair. And Bucky coming from behind to do so, giving us a very short but intimate scene.
Their conversation about Bucky staying over for the night: Bucky saying he doesn't want to make things weird with Sam and his family by staying over, and Sam saying how the people in the town are so open-minded. Why would they have that conversation if Sam and Bucky are only friends? Sarah knows about Bucky and his past, she know that he and Sam are friends (sort of), why would a friend staying over make things weird between him and his family? Why would Sam need to say that the people in this town are open-minded?
The video montage of them building the boat the day after. Anyone knows why they would show us that if they were only friends, and with THAT music choice? 
The extra long handshake at the end of their training scene, when they kept holding hands and looking into eachother’s eyes while talking together, and Bucky basically says he'll be there for Sam whenever he needs him.
I’m sorry but it doesn’t seem to me that they are being portrayed as just friends
Usually in buddy cop movies/ TV Shows, there are always joke but in the FATWS, some scenes are so emotional that I feel like I'm missing something. Bucky has this whole passive agressive behavior with Sam and yet he's unable to let Sam go on a mission on his own. One thing I really can't understand is that Bucky always seems know where to find Sam, as if he had been keeping tabs on him. 
So yes, there's definitely chemistry between Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie, due to their friendship but it’s not only that. The writers and director have made the choice to keep some scenes and some dialogues ambiguous.
In some of the scenes we can see that there's more to Bucky and Sam's story than we know.
And they're not the first Marvel couple to have a similar treatment: Wanda and Vision's relationships was very subtle at the beginning, same for Natasha and Bruce, we rarely see them together explicitly but we knew they had a relationship.
It's the same for Sam and Bucky, some of the scenes only make sense if there has been a romantic relationship between Sam and Bucky at some point.
To me it's really like Sam and Bucky are set up as a couple or at least two people who have been romantically involved in the past, but the show won't expand on that because this is a superhero show, not a romance.
In an action movie, you would see some couples, or people who are obviously in a relationship or hints that there is something going on between them, but rarely would you see a kiss, that’s what I feel is happening here.
Last point: if Sam and Bucky had kissed in Episode 5 after their talk, it wouldn't have been out of nowhere and it wouldn't have changed anything to the plot. That's how I know my theory isn't that far-fetched.
I would love to hear your thoughts about some or all of these scenes (especially the Torres one, that one is driving me crazy)  and see what you think about it?
If you see their relationship being portrayed as pure friendship, I would like to know why. And would also love to hear how you guys interpret their other scenes together and if you have some different point of views about the scenes in the show.
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gxldenflower · 3 years
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Little Talks (Zemo x Reader)
Zemo chuckles half-heartedly. “You were a pawn used by SHIELD and then used by the Avengers.”
You shake your head, “I still don’t follow. I did everything of my own free will.”
“No,” Zemo tells you firmly. “You’re no saint, but you were a child when you were recruited by SHIELD. Made to believe that you were doing the right thing by working with them, and then later on the Avengers."
Warnings: Angst, grief, brief mention of alcohol, the Feels, Zemo & the reader are both Going Through It, does handholding count as hurt/comfort?, one (1) swear word
Word Count: 1,406
A/N: this was suggested by the lovely @thefandomqueenuno! I hope y'all enjoy this!! I have some other requests/ideas lined up for Zemo, so watch out for those! 
Gender Neutral Reader
“There is no way in hell that I’m gonna fall asleep with Zemo watching over me.”
Sam crosses his arms tightly, huffing indignantly. He stares down Zemo from across the plane, who seems unimpressed by Sam’s statement. Your gaze flickers between the two men, who seem to be caught in a staring contest.
“Sam, look. I already have to deal with you and Bucky’s bullshit, so I’d really appreciate it if you would just suck it up and deal with him.” He turns to glare at you, and now you’re the one in a staring contest. Everyone on the plane is silent.
“It would make no sense for me to kill any of you now.” Zemo breaks the heavy silence that the tension’s created. You glance over at him, locking eyes for a split second. You’d been sat next to Zemo the entire plane ride, and he’d barely said a word until now.
“What, is that supposed to make us feel better?” Sam scoffs, shaking his head as he smiles bitterly.
“Depends on your viewpoint,” Zemo replies simply. You sigh heavily as Sam goes back to his one-way staring contest.
“Bucky, you haven’t spoken for a while. What’re your thoughts?” As you address him, you give Bucky a poignant look, hoping he understood that this was code for please help me before Sam ends up strangling Zemo.
“Zemo’s right,” Bucky finally says, clearing his throat. “We’re too useful to him right now to be killed.” He glances over at Zemo, looking him up and down warily. “But,” he sighs, “we’ll take turns sleeping. One person will take shift while the other two sleep.”
After a beat of strained silence, Sam finally gives in. “Fine,” he grumbles, acting as if it was painful to agree with Bucky. You breathe out a sigh of relief, leaning your head back against the cushiony seat and closing your eyes momentarily. At least they’ve finally agreed on something. As if reading your thoughts, Zemo lets out a quiet chuckle.
You enjoy your moment of silence; where all you can hear is the noise of the private jet until the crackly intercom system breaks through your tranquility. The pilot announces that your destination is 20 minutes away, though you could barely decipher it through his heavy accent.
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“What is this, your family’s mansion? Passed through generations until it fell onto you?” Sam’s snarky voice echoes through the large, empty foyer. Just this room alone was bigger than your apartment; you couldn’t even imagine how big the rest of the place may be.
“No, actually. I just barely closed on this house last week.” You share a look with Bucky, who’s had his mouth agape in wonder the entire time you’d been in here. How rich is this guy? You mouth to him, and he just shakes his head.
“I’m kidding. Sam is right, this has been home to my family for decades.” Zemo turns around to face you, his lips curling up into a sly grin. All three of you stare at him, bewildered by the fact that he just made a joke. The situation is so absurd that you can’t help but let out a small snort.
“That wasn’t even that funny! Why are-why are you laughing?” Sam asks you, and you let out another small snort.
You shake your head, “I don’t know, man. Let’s just-let’s just get situated and call it a night.” From one of the massive windows in the foyer, you could see that the sun was finally setting, bathing the room in a burnt orange.
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Although there seemed to be an endless amount of rooms (and even more creepy paintings of old men. Zemo’s predecessors, you presumed) all four of you ended up in one of the many large living rooms.
You, Sam, and Bucky had set up makeshift sleeping bags on the floor. To most people, it would’ve looked painful to lay down on. But to you, it looked like Heaven on Earth.
Unfortunately, you got the short end of the stick (literally.) The three of you drew sticks to see who would get what shift, while Zemo looked on from one of the plush chairs, seemingly amused by the whole thing as he sipped from a glass of whisky.
Once Sam and Bucky had reluctantly laid down in their “beds,” you made your way over to one of the couches that stood next to the chair Zemo had claimed. He’d barely spoken a word since you’d arrived at the mansion.
“You’re awfully quiet,” you murmur to him, slowly crossing your legs. He offers you a slight smile at that.
“I figured you’ve had enough of a headache dealing with those two.” Zemo gestures with his free hand to where Sam and Bucky lay.
“I can hear you both,” Sam calls out. You and Zemo share a smile, and you shake your head, amused.
After a few seconds of silence, Zemo moves to pour you your own glass of whiskey, but you quickly decline.
“I don’t drink,” you tell him plainly. He nods understandingly, placing the bottle back down on the table that stood next to him. Zemo doesn’t pressure you or ask why. Just a simple nod.
You and Zemo sit quietly as the sun fully disappears and is replaced by the moon and stars. It wasn’t an unpleasant silence, much to your surprise. It felt natural to sit with him.
Zemo doesn’t start talking until you hear a small snore from Sam.
“I lived with my family here for a while,” he tells you quietly. It was so small and meek that you barely registered it at first.
You look over at him, and there’s a sadness on his face and in his eyes you hadn’t quite noticed before. Zemo doesn’t bother to make eye contact with you.
“I haven’t been back here since they were killed,” he continues. It doesn’t seem like he’s telling you this for pity or your empathy, Zemo never came off that way to you.
“I’m sorry,” you tell him quietly. You know that nothing you would say would ever truly make him feel better. Sure, you’d lost people in your life. Tony and Nat’s deaths were still a fresh wound in your mind, but it was nothing compared to what Zemo must feel.
“Thank you,” Zemo replies. “Though, you’re one of the few people who have nothing to apologize for.”
You cock your head to the side. Why would he say that? “What makes you think that?” You ask him.
Zemo chuckles half-heartedly. “You were a pawn used by SHIELD and then used by the Avengers.”
You shake your head, “I still don’t follow. I did everything of my own free will.”
“No,” Zemo tells you firmly. “You’re no saint, but you were a child when you were recruited by SHIELD. Made to believe that you were doing the right thing by working with them, and then later on the Avengers.”
You open and close your mouth, not quite sure how to respond. “I’m assuming that you read my file?” Is all you manage to say. You’d never been told that before. It was either that you were a hero and a martyr, or a monster who chose the wrong side.
“I did. You’re not the one who I blame, Y/N.” Zemo says, studying your face. You sit in resigned silence, feeling a lump in your throat begin to form.
Zemo continues, “we’ve both lost people we care deeply about, and I don’t think either of us has truly moved on, have we?”
At this point, you’re sure if you open your mouth you’re going to start crying. You take a deep breath through your nose, doing your best to keep the tears at bay. “Why are you saying this?” You ask him.
“I want to form a pact.” Zemo locks eyes with you. “Even if your friends decide I’m no longer useful, we could still work together as allies.” He scans your face, looking for any doubt. “We don’t have to be friends,” he assures you, “just allies.”
He holds out his hand to you. You know Sam and Bucky would scream at you to not do it, but this isn’t about them. It’s about you and Zemo. And he’s offering you something you haven’t had in a long, long time. Trust.
You clasp your hand in his and squeeze it tightly.
“It’s a deal.”
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dragon-kazansky · 3 years
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Stuck with you | Helmut Zemo
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Requested by @cherry-season I've changed it up a little, but it's still based off your request :)
This is a lengthy one, sit back and enjoy.
This was less than ideal. One moment you're chasing Flag Smashers through an otherwise abandoned building, then you're trapped in a room with the Baron Helmut Zemo.
The only way this could be any worse is if you were stuck in a room with Walker instead. You could guarantee that man wouldn't be leaving alive if that was the case.
Still, Zemo wasn't exactly your favourite person on the planet either.
The solid steel door had slammed shut behind you. You were unable to get it open, fearing it only opened from the other side. You're not sure exactly what kind of building this was, but it had clearly not been used in some time. Things were falling apart or rusting over.
"You can keep trying, little bird, but it won't open."
You take a deep breath, trying not to say anything snarky to him. You did not need his sass today.
"Well, I'm sorry, Zemo, but you're stuck with me unless we do something."
"I'm not complaining."
"I suppose you're used to being locked in a room." You turn away from the door and look around the room, not yet feeling up to actually acknowledging his presents by looking at him.
"Yes, but this time I have lovely company. I am at an advantage."
"Yeah right," you say, sarcasm dropping with every letter.
You want to sit down, but you do not want to touch the musty floor. You take to leaning against the wall with your arms crossed, finally looking at the only other human in the room.
"At least in a cell you have furniture."
"To an extent."
"Still, it's better than this horrid and dark room. Plus, something smells funky in here and it isn't me."
"Course not, you smell lovely," he grins at you.
"OK..."
Helmut, realising there isn't much to do other than talk to you, removed his coat and goes to lay it out on the floor, figuring you would be more comfortable sitting on it than anywhere else. However, he stops when call out.
"What are you doing? You'll ruin it!" You take the coat out of his hands and hold it close to you.
"Concerned about my coat?"
"What? No! It's just... it's a nice coat... probably expensive too. You'll ruin it if you put it on the floor."
"What do you suggest we do then?"
"I don't know, but let's not sacrifice perfection." You brush the coat down with your hand as you drape it over your other arm.
Zemo chuckles as looks around the room. It isn't a massive space, but there's very little in it, making it look quite roomy. He walks over to the opposite side and brushes along the ground sigh foot, deeming it worthy enough to sit on. You see him sitting with his back against the wall, looking up at you.
"Do you really want to be sitting there?" You ask, feeling kind of bad he would ruin his clothes like that. Who knows what kind of filth is in here.
"It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make."
You sigh softly as you walk over to where he is.
"You're braver than I am, then."
"I don't know, you're rather brave," he doesn't sound like he's teasing you. He doesn't look like it either.
"If you say so."
Zemo gazes up at you. You can't read his expression, which feels a little unsettling.
"Put the coat on."
"Sorry?" You frown.
"Don't be, put it on."
You look at the coat still draped over your arm. Why did he want you to put it on?
"Why?"
"If you trust me just once in your life, let this be that once. Put the coat on, little bird."
You unfold the coat and put it on. It doesn't fit all that well, but it's warm. You look at him, unimpressed.
"Is this what you wanted?"
Zemo grins as he holds open his arms and gestures you over with his fingers. You look at him suspiciously.
"Zemo, what are you doing?"
"Come here. Unless you want to stand until who knows when. We could be in here quite some time, and since you won't sit on the floor, there is only one place for you to sit."
"You have to be joking."
He shakes his head and gestures you close with his fingers again.
"You're going be insufferable after this." You shimmy over and get down, taking a seat on his lap.
Zemo uses his arms to support you, but you're too busy gathering the coat and making sure it doesn't touch the floor. He chuckles in your ear as you purposely turn your head away from him as you shuffle in his lap, trying to get comfortable.
"Better?"
"Sure..." You're too embarrassed to look at him.
Helmut gives you a little squeeze, tugging you closer to his torso. This time when he chuckles, you feel the vibration of it rumble through his chest. He moves his head so it's buried in the crook of your neck.
"What are you doing?"
"Tormenting you. I have you in my grasp, I'm not going to waste this opportunity to mess with you."
"Is that all this is? An opportunity to mess with me because Sam and Bucky aren't here?" You shake him from your shoudler and glare at him.
"Or perhaps I'm just seizing the opportunity to have you all to myself?"
"I don't understand you..." Your gaze flickers between his beautiful brown eyes.
"Would you like to?" He grins at you.
"I don't know... but I suppose it will help pass the time. Where shall we start?"
"Check the inside pocket." He nods toward the coat around you. You follow his instruction and search the inside the pocket. You feel something small. Grabbing it, you pull it out and hold it up.
You look at Zemo unimpressed.
"I already know you like Turkish Delights. You made that clear." You look at it.
"They were my son's favourite."
"Yeah, I remember you saying," you mutter.
"That one is for you."
You think him quietly and open it, eating it. You look at him.
"I thought you were going to tell me more about you," you say, licking the powder from your fingers.
"I'm starting slow."
"Zemo, you can be honest with me. I'm pretty sure I know all of the awful things you've done. Nothing will surprise me. Plus, I'm already sitting on you, so if you're worried about what I think, I don't think you have to worry."
There's a cheeky smile on his face.
"Are you always this honest and modest?"
"Only when I want to be." You wink at him. You only realise what you've done after you see that mischievous glint return to his eyes.
"I see. I would very much like you to be honest with me."
"What makes you think I haven't been?" You tilt your head curiously at him.
"If you hated me as much as you tried to make it seem, I doubt you would actually be sitting here on my lap, eating my sweets, and giving me the time of day."
He's right.
"Then, I'll be more honest with you staring now. I don't hate you, Zemo. Not really. Don't get me wrong, I'm not happy about what you did to my friends, or the fact you brain washed Bucky and bombed a building and blamed it on him. You're an awful person."
Zemo nods softly.
"But, right here, right this minute, I'll pretend for a moment that none of that matters. Just let me see the man you are here and now." You look at him with a tiny smile, wanting to see the person he was in the moment.
"Well, so far, I'm the man who has let you put on his coat and eat his sweets. If I had access to a kitchen, I would make you a drink and we would sit and chat in a more comfortable spot."
You chuckle softly, you find yourself reaching for one of his hands, taking it in your own. He lets you, watching you do so.
"What else?" You ask, keeping your voice soft. You like the atmosphere you have created.
"I am the man who will look after you for as long as it takes your friends to find us. I shall be the best company I can be right now, if you'll continue to let me." He meets yours eyes, feeling the way you place your fingers between his.
"Not like I have much choice." You grin cheekily.
"I'll take it." He closes his fingers over your hand, letting you settle your entwined hands on your lap.
"When we get back to the house... maybe we could have that drink?"
You feel his breath fanning across you face. He feels all the more closer now as you look at him.
"If you would like that, I won't deny you the pleasure of my company," he smirks.
"I have to say, your company is nice."
Your noses are almost touching. You're really not sure how you find yourself to be in a position where you would even consider getting any closer to him.
"You changed your tune rather quickly, haven't you?"
"Seems so."
His eyes flicker to your lips. Oh, the temptation is strong.
"Maybe we should see how things go." You're whispering now.
"I can wait."
"I won't make you wait too long, after all, you're on borrowed time." Now you're looking at his lips.
"The bitter truth."
"Just means we have to make the most of it. Show me the Zemo I see before me. It won't change the fact they'll send you straight back to prison, but it might make us friends." You stare into his seemingly lost gaze. There's something about the way he's looking at you that you can't read, but he does look lost.
"My free little bird." He whispers.
"Trapped in the cage that is you." You let go of his hand to wipe the tear from his cheek.
He hadn't even realised.
Suddenly, you hear voice from the other side of the door. You hate to do it, but you part yourself from Zemo and stand up, dusting yourself off despite the fact you weren't all that dirty.
The door takes a couple of big tugs, but the boys get it open.
Zemo gathers himself as he gets up from the must old floor, patting down his pants as he stands beside you.
"We were looking for you two," Bucky says, coming over to you.
"We got trapped."
"Why are you wearing his coat?" Bucky looked you up and down.
"I was cold. Zemo was being a gentleman." You cross your arms.
Bucky eyes the Baron suspiciously.
Zemo shrugs and places a hand on your back gently.
"Shall we leave this horrible little place now?" He asks you.
You nod and walk out with him. You walk a little closer to him than you had before, and he notices it. His arm settles around you as you both leave the building together.
It's strange how such a small incident could bring you closer to someone you never expected to. You look at Zemo and smile. You'll make the most of the time you have left with him.
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*just a lil something based on this gif*
as soon as you felt the stranger’s hand on your shoulder, you knew that Bucky was just seconds away from kicking his ass.
“Why don’t we go somewhere private, sweetheart?” He asked you as if you had given some indication that you were interested in him. You definitely didn’t.
All it would’ve taken was one swift motion and you could’ve broken his wrist so easily. You had to remind yourself that you were supposed to be undercover. A simple damsel in distress. How boring.
Before you could tell the guy to kindly fuck off, Bucky came out of nowhere. He grabbed the man’s hand, removing it from your shoulder, and wrapped his metal arm around his neck.
He lifted him up with ease and slammed his body on the bar. Bucky was seconds away from blowing the cover that you had in Madripoor.
Zemo grabbed Bucky’s arm that wasn’t chocking the creepy guy and pulled him, “You must let him go. We don’t need security to come join the party.”
Bucky didn’t listen. If anything, he held on tighter. The creep’s face began to turn a shade of blue.
You placed your hand on Bucky’s back softly. He responded instantly to your touch. “Buck, let him go.”
The man dropped to the floor, gasping for air as soon as Bucky released his hold on him.
Zemo led you both away from the scene. Sam was waiting nearby, “You good?” Even though the two of them were often at each other’s throats, they genuinely cared about each other. It was nice to see how their friendship had blossomed over time.
Bucky nodded a little, “I’m fine.”
He wanted to pull you into his arms and take you away from the dingy club. The four of you had a job to do. Bucky was still supposed to act like the Winter Soldier.
“I think now’s the time for a drink.” Zemo said trying to lighten the mood. He gestured for Sam to follow him. It was clear he was giving you and Bucky a moment to yourselves.
“I’m sorry.” Bucky said keeping his eyes on the crowd. He had to keep up the ruse.
“Why are you apologizing? You did absolutely nothing wrong.”
“I shouldn’t have reacted the way that I did.”
“A strange creep but his hands on your girlfriend. If you didn’t react the way that you did, I’d be worried.”
Bucky fought back a grin, “I’m trying really hard to not be what others expect of me. I just couldn’t stand there while some guy touched you. I know you’re more than capable of defending yourself but I had to do something.”
“Yeah, I am but I’m glad to have you around to protect me. I know you’re always going to be there.”
He looked down at you and wanted nothing more than to kiss you in that moment. You looked angelic.
“I promise that I will, Doll.”
You didn’t know what lied ahead of the four of you in the next couple of days or even the next couple of hours. You weren’t confident that things were going to go smoothly.
The one thing that you were confident about was that Bucky was going to be there for you and that he’d always have your back.
“I love you.” You said to him.
Bucky never wanted to kiss you more than he did in that moment. It wasn’t the first time that you said those three words to him but he still got that euphoric feeling as if it were.
“I love you.” He responded.
“As much as this moment is beautiful and quite a bit nauseating, we have someone to go meet.” Zemo interrupted.
“You’ll get used to it. These two are always making me want to barf.” Sam joked.
You rolled your eyes before giving Bucky a subtle wink, “We’ll resume this later?”
“Absolutely, love.”
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margarethx · 3 years
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“The boat is a metaphor”
I know that there were a lot of jokes after the montage in episode 5 of tfatws when Sam and Bucky were fixing the boat about how “the boat is a metaphor! :D”. And, you know, Sambucky is a ship... and it’s a boat. A boat, a ship? Get it? Okay, it’s funny. Sue me!
But if you think about it outside of a basic pun... the boat actually is a metaphor. I don’t know how much of the “hidden” meaning was intentional and how much is just a nice coincidence that adds to the interpretation, because it makes sense... but it’s still there.
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1) Sam and Bucky have been arguing with each other for three episodes and couldn’t really cooperate, because there was always something standing between them. They worked together, but it was hard. Meanwhile, in episode 5 Bucky finally admitts that they are partners and that he’d be there if Sam calls him. Them fixing the boat corresponds directly with them fixing their relationship (whatever it is). It seems trivial, but that’s what happened. Bucky only said sorry once the job was done.
2) Also... The boat only started working again when a lot of people put their collective efforts to fix it. Sam and Bucky also started be a real team only when they started cooperating. When Sam admitted that he sometimes needs help and when Bucky saw that he has made mistakes in their relationship.
3) It’s basically Sam inviting Bucky to his life. This boat is full of his memories. He spent his childhood there. There are pictures of his family on the walls. No one else was ever so close to really knowing Sam as a person, even Steve.
4) Sam’s name was not in Bucky’s notebook (and I’m still kind of salty about it), but fixing the boat was obviously his way of making amends and “doing the work”. Not just for the Winter Soldier’s actions, but for everything that happened between them in the last weeks. He did something for Sam and now they both feel better.
5) It’s more vaguely related to the boat, but there are a lot of scenes showing Bucky using his metal arm to fix things. (For a moment let me put aside the glaring fact that he only did that after Sam pointed out that it’s something he can do.) It’s not the same arm he had as an assassin, but it’s obvious that he still had issues with it, hiding it from other people, because he kind of viewed it as a weapon. With Sam, on the boat, he doesn’t hurt anyone with his arm, but fixes things and the prosthetic is visible all the time. (His superstrenght is also used to make something better, not for destruction.)
6) Bucky also said that he had a moment of peace in Wakanda and he lost it. When he turned Zemo over and asked for a suit it was a little bit like closing a chapter. But this is his new place where he can just do whatever and feel safe. And the new chapter literally started with him lifting a heavy part of the boat to help (and show off in front of) Sam.
7) The boat is obviously a parallel to the shield. Sam wants Sarah to keep the boat against her wishes, because it’s the legacy of his parents and something from the past that is important to him. (It’s also something they argue about and Sam doesn’t fully understand Sarah’s point of view.) Bucky wants Sam to keep the shield, because it’s the legacy of his friend and something from the past that is important to him. (It’s also something they argue about and Bucky doesn’t fully understand Sam’s point of view.) They all mostly solve these issues at the end.
8) Speaking of Sam’s parents... The boat is literally named Paul & Darlene. Come on. It’s a “ship” named after people in love. Sam’s parents must have spent a lot of time there, working together, doing repairs, teasing each other, arguing and apologizing, hiding there to have a moment of privacy, sharing glances over the engine. Now Sam is doing the same things with his parner... Not to repeat myself, but: come on!
9) It’s a detail that I probably care about too much, but the haul of the boat is painted dark blue and red. So do with that what you want.
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So yes. In conclusion: the boat is a metaphor. It’s something important from the past that causes conflict. It’s a safe place for one of the characters who invites another character to be there (and to become a part of the family in the process). It’s something built out of love that now needs to be fixed. And it’s only fixed once two people can finally get it together, accept help, and cooperate.
I rest my case :>
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nev3rfound · 3 years
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allow me one last goodbye : h.z
giving you a moment alone, bucky allows you to say goodbye to zemo. (900 words)
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Walking ahead, the sense of dread was overpowering. You could feel your heart racing in your chest as you turned the corner, the heights of the memorial coming into view.
"Thought I'd find you here," You speak up whilst his back remains turned, allowing you a moment to try and compose yourself, ignoring the tears already threatening to appear.
"I just wanted to see it, once at least now that I'm free." Glancing over his shoulder, his stoic expression softens, his eyebrows furrow together at the sight of your weak smile whilst your heart pangs in your chest. "Mi Schatz," Holding his hand out toward you, Zemo watches closely as you hesitantly accept.
Pulling you closer into his embrace, you bury your face into the fur lining his coat, wishing you could stay with him like this forever.
"It's wonderful," You quietly mutter, looking up at Zemo's chiselled jawline, missing the nights you'd run your fingers along it and kiss down his neck. How during his days in prison you'd watch on the other side of the glass as he grew a beard, hating it whilst you quite liked it, teasing him about his appearance. Back before you fully knew him, knew Helmut as opposed to Zemo. "how do you feel, being here?"
Zemo hums to himself before tearing his focus away from the memorial, the family etched in stone to you, noticing the tears forming in your eyes. "At peace," He calmly states. "and I'm glad you're here with me." He smiles down at you, lifting his hand up to cup your cheek.
"I'm sorry you couldn't have visited sooner." You admit, knowing how little time is left between you both. "Helmut,"
"It's okay, Y/n." Zemo's hand moves to gently lift your chin up, allowing him to fully see your face in the sunlight, the warmth you provided him and light over the past few years when all he endured was darkness. "Thank you, for the visits, and putting up with me all this time." He jokes lightly, but you shake your head.
"I'd do it again, anything." You whisper, hearing the sound of footsteps creep from around the corner. "I love you, Helmut."
Zemo smiles proudly. "As you should, mi schatz." He chuckles, leaning in closer as his lips brush against yours delicately, too afraid to hurt you. "Do what needs to be done, for me." Zemo breathes into your lips, ignoring the plea in your gaze.
"I, I can't." It hurt to go against him, after all the things you've endured since meeting him when you were assigned to monitor his progress in prison. "It's wrong, Helmut, you know it deep down." Resting your hand on his chest, you can hear his heart beating faster, despite his cool exterior.
Ignoring your statement, he tenses up at the sound of a gun clicking. "I thought you'd be here sooner." Zemo calls out to Bucky who holds his left arm out for you, only to watch you bury your face into Zemo's chest.
"Y/n, come on." Bucky demands.
"One more minute, please, Bucky." You try to reason as Zemo strokes your hair and kisses the top of your head.
"It's going to be fine, Y/n." Zemo assures. "This won't be the end, my dove."
Before you can object, Bucky grabs a hold of you as he tears you from Zemo's arms forcefully. "Bucky! Stop!" You cry out as the Dora Milaje appear, forming around Zemo.
Standing tall, Zemo tries not to falter his gaze which remains set ahead, admiring the scenes he once loved of Sokovia.
"Please," You plead against Bucky as Zemo walks on, trying to keep himself together as he ignores your muffled sobs, his heart cracking at the sound. "let me say goodbye." The words are barely audible as you look up to Bucky weakly whilst you hang in his arms.
Looking over to Ayo, no words are exchanged.
Bucky releases his grip on you, and you're heading straight ahead toward the Dora Milaje. "Helmut!" You yell, running at full force as the Dora Milaje part from around him.
Evidently surprised, Zemo remains still as you wrap your arms around his neck, allowing him a moment to adjust.
Resting his arms around your waist, Zemo can still hear the soft whimpers leaving your lips. "Oh, Y/n," Zemo hushes. "this isn't the end, not for us, not yet." He chuckles dryly. "You'll see me again."
"You promise?" You know it's useless to ask such a thing, but the small smile forming on Zemo's lips says otherwise.
Nodding in response, Zemo captures your lips with his passionately.
Salty tears mix with your lips, the bitterness contrasting the sheer sweetness of his lips against yours until he pulls away.
"Take care, Y/n. Do what you must, my dove." Zemo takes your hand in his as you step backwards, your hand slipping out from his grasp for the last time.
The Dora Milaje form around him once more, and Zemo turns to face the jet before him.
Now knowing you're out of sight, a stray tear falls down Zemo's cheek, unsure if he can truly keep his promise this time to you, his love, his dove.
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marvelmusing · 2 years
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A Night To Remember
Sokovian Lovers Vampire AU
Helmut Zemo x Reader x Heike Zemo
WARNINGS: blood, reader’s blood being drunk, I think that’s it?
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When Helmut enters the bookshop he finds it unusually busy, meaning that you and your friend were huddled behind a bookcase. It was rare that anyone besides himself and Heike visited the shop. He stops at a bookshelf near you and your friend, close enough to hear your whispers without gaining your attention. Your friend stares at a few of the book titles, clearly not too interested. You have a book in your hand, of which you had been reading the blurb until something caught your attention. Or rather someone. You hardly realise that you’re staring until your friend hisses your name for the third time.
“That’s Baroness Zemo!”
“Baroness?”
“She’s married to Baron Zemo.” You scoff lightly,
“Yeah I figured as much.” You pause, placing the book back on the shelf. “Zemo as in the spooky castle on the hill?” She nods.
“They say she bathes in the blood of the innocent to stay eternally beautiful.” Your friend looks rather nervous as she looks over at Heike, and Helmut can’t help but smirk.
“Whatever she does, it’s working.” When your attention returns to your friend she’s staring at you wide eyed. “Oh come on, she probably just uses night cream or something.” Your eyes are pulled back to the beautiful woman standing by the window, bathed in light as if she were an angel. “She’s very pretty.”
“She’s married.” Your friend reminds you.
“I’m saying she’s pretty. I’m not stealing her from her husband.” It’s at this point Helmut decides to make his way past you. He clears his throat to gain attention.
“Excuse me.” You watch your friend pale as she looks behind you.
“Baron Zemo.” She stammers. You turn to him, keeping your eyes on the floor as he walks by you. Helmut can practically taste the blood that rushes to your face, his mouth watering from your delicious scent. When he reaches Heike he slips his arms around her waist, his face tucked into the crook of her neck.
“Did you hear all that, my love?” She hums with a small smile.
“A delightful little creature weren’t they? I was quite enjoying their scent as I was browsing.” Helmut can still hear your pounding heart, and he almost gets concerned for the poor thing. They both perk up slightly when they hear you tell your friend,
“Just wait here, I’ll be back in a second.”
“Baron Zemo?” They both turn to look at you and for a moment you forget to breathe. “I just wanted to apologise to you both, for what I said. I didn’t mean any disrespect to you, or your wife.” The words come tumbling out of you as you keep your gaze on his legs. When you finally meet his eyes you find he has the same effect on you as his wife.
“That’s a rather old-fashioned apology from you.” That wasn’t the response you were expecting.
“I don’t think manners are old-fashioned.” They both continue to watch you intently as you fiddle with your fingers nervously. “I’m so sorry, and it won’t happen again.” Helmut smiles kindly at you, taking pity on your worried state,
“It’s quite alright Draga, she is part siren.” He says with a small smirk as he admires his wife. Your gaze gets stuck on Heike again, being this close to them really wasn’t helping you. A small smile flickers across your face,
“That explains it.” You attempt to joke, but the words sound small, trailing off as you stare into her eyes. They watch, fascinated, as your eyes begin to glaze over slightly. You close your eyes suddenly, your brows creasing as you try to snap out of whatever it was that’s happening to you. Then, you hear a gentle shushing as Heike approaches you,
“Don’t fight it, darling. You’ll only hurt that pretty head of yours.” You shudder involuntarily at the sound of her voice, your head becoming fuzzy when her thumb caresses your cheek. You inhale sharply at the contact before taking a hurried step back.
“I- I have to go.” You stammer out, and disappear behind a bookshelf. The door of the shop slams closed, and it dawns on the two of them that you’ve run off.
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“Let us look after you Draga.” A pair of lips linger on your forehead. Then gentle hands cup your face, someone nuzzles against your neck. Another pair of hands settle at your waist. “Just give in to us.” His voice purrs. There’s a whimpering that you’re sure is your own voice.
“You know where to find us.”
You jolt awake, a cold sweat coating your body. You lean against the pillows attempting to calm your racing heart. You groan as exhaustion seizes you. That’s the third time you’ve been woken by that dream tonight. Each time you’ve awoken, it’s felt worse and worse. Now, your entire body aches for something, god only knows what.
You’re not sure what has possessed you, but whatever it is, it’s strong enough for you to find your way through the woods to Castle Zemo. Heike opens the door to see you damp and shaking in the rain.
“I don’t know why I’m here.” Is all you can manage to tell her. She extends her hands to you immediately, pulling you inside.
“You’re freezing, you poor dear.” She soon gets you settled by the fire with a blanket around your shoulders. You’re soon a lot warmer, and you feel much better than you had lying in your bed all night.
“Who was it, my love?” Helmut calls out before stepping into the room. He immediately notices you huddled under the blanket.
“I believe we have some explaining to do.” Heike says. He nods.
“We do.” So they do. You sit quietly, as they begin to explain. They tell you that they’re vampires. That vampires are naturally charming in order to lure their prey into coming to them willingly.
“But no one’s ever been as affected as you are.”
“Why’s that?” You ask, and she turns to Helmut.
“Some humans are more suited for feeding than others.” He sits down in front of you, gesturing slowly towards your neck, trying not to startle you. “May I?” Your eyes are filled with questions, but you nod in consent. He tilts his head slightly to listen to your heartbeat as he trails a finger along each side of your throat. “These are your carotid arteries. They will carry the venom directly to your brain, from there the effects will spread to the rest of your body.”
“Effects?”
“The venom is intended to ease you into a more relaxed state, making it much easier for us to drink. However, that still does not make it a comfortable experience.”
“You said some people are suited to it?”
“There are some humans who enjoy the process, who want to be fed on, who feel this... urge to be used by a vampire. They are usually the ones who are more susceptible to a vampire’s natural allure.”
“Like me.”
“Like you.” The three of you fall silent as you consider everything you’ve just learnt.
“Would you like to try it?” Heike asks you softly. You hesitate,
“Will it turn me into a vampire?”
“No. For that to happen you will need to drink a vampire’s blood, and neither of us will let that happen.” Helmut tells you. You nod in acknowledgement, thinking it over. It would explain the unexplainable pull you feel towards them both. It would explain why you ended up at their door this late into the night. You take a deep breath before answering,
“Yes.”
“Are you certain Draga? You don’t have to rush into anything.” He says, but you nod,
“I’m certain, I want to try.” Heike takes your hands pulling you to the sofa in the centre of the room.
“Make yourself comfortable.” She says and you lie down on it. She straddles your lap, leaning carefully over you. You catch her gaze and feel the same hypnotic pull that you felt earlier today. “You’re sure about this?” She asks, and you nod again. She smoothes her thumb over your cheek, “Then you have to relax darling.” She watches as you struggle with yourself. “I know it’s difficult.” She coos softly. “I know your human instincts are telling you to run. But you have other instincts, the ones deep down inside of you, the ones that make you lose yourself in my eyes.” You feel your control slowly slipping away. “Admit it darling, you need this just as much as we do.” You whine quietly, dropping your head against the sofa, bearing your neck for her. She hums in appreciation, pressing soft kisses along your throat. “This is going to hurt a little.” She warns you, and you breathe out a small laugh.
“I know.”
“But only for a while, it will soon feel good I promise.” You nod hurriedly, gripping the fabric beneath you in desperation.
“Please,” you begin to pant, writhing underneath her. “Please.” Her lips trail along your throat, listening to your heart beating just for her. She ensures she has the best spot, for both herself and you, before sinking her fangs into your neck. You let out a broken cry at the sharp sting, eyes shut tightly as you begin to feel the blood draining from you. It’s an alarming sensation which has you on the verge of panic. That is until you feel a hand holding the back of your neck, keeping you in place. Once Helmut finds the right angle, the venom floods into your veins and he notices immediately, watching as your eyes roll back.
“Ah, you can feel it now, can’t you?” He says, like you haven’t noticed how every muscle in your body has relaxed, or how delightfully numb your mind has gone. Helmut continues talking to you, knowing full well you’re in no state to answer him. “Does it feel good, Draga? You look so pretty like this, a bloody little mess for us, all blissed out on Heike’s venom.” Heike hears him, and moans against your neck, sending another wave of pleasure through you. “I can only imagine how you’ll look with my venom in the mix.” You whimper slightly when she pulls away, the cold air hitting the heat of your open wound. “How do they taste darling?”
“Divine.” She laps at the blood coating your throat, in an attempt to clean you up somewhat, as well as speed up the healing process.
“My turn?” Helmut asks, to which she nods. Heike cups your face, gently tilting it to the other side, exposing your unbitten side for her husband. He bites deeper than Heike, and drinks much slower, making your eyes roll back and drawing small gasps from your aching throat. Heike smoothes your hair from your face tenderly, her delicate touch making you near delirium. She takes in the sight of you, sprawled underneath her, eyes heavy with pleasure, and Helmut drawing the blood from your veins. If they thought you were gone after Heike’s venom, they had no idea how completely blissed out you were with Helmut’s venom joining hers in your veins. If you close your eyes you can feel it. Feel it run alongside your blood. Feel it in every organ, and muscle, and cell in your body, lulling you into the safest, most relaxed state you’ve ever been in.
You’re hardly conscious when Helmut pulls away from you, tenderly smoothing his tongue over the wound at your throat. Through heavy lidded eyes you watch as the two of them kiss one another. Your dried blood on Heike’s lips cracks as she pulls her husband closer. The fresh blood on his own lips smears against her skin, prompting you to whine. Your muscles are slack, you can only dig your nails slightly into Heike’s forearm. They both turn to look at you, as you’re slowly fading in and out of consciousness. Helmut’s palm is cool against your flushed cheek, and you hear him chuckle softly. “No kisses for you in this state Draga.”
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It’s about ten minutes after they’ve finished with you before you come around to anything near consciousness. Your head is still very fuzzy, but you can bring your focus back to the real world.
“Welcome back Draga.” Helmut chuckles softly, brushing his hand against your cheek delicately. They’ve moved you from the sofa, you’re now tucked into a large bed with the two of them on each side of you. You part your lips, your tongue attempting to wet them unsuccessfully. Heike soon appears at your side with a glass in hand. She holds it to your lips and you gratefully accept it. You don’t know what your body was expecting but at the first mouthful of water you feel awful. Your face crinkles in disgust.
“I know it’s nasty darling, but you need to drink it.” She says sympathetically. Tomorrow afternoon, when you’re more functional, Helmut will explain to you why your body wanted to reject the water. That the venom lingering in your system had you craving blood.
“How are you feeling Draga?” Your voice is hoarse but you manage an answer,
“Sore. But good.” He nods,
“The venom should wear off in the next ten hours or so. I would suggest sleeping, you look exhausted.” You nod, your eyes heavy.
“Stay?” You mumble against Heike.
“Of course darling, we’ll be right here.”
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