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Stucky Recs: Pride Edition

So, the original plan was to do dystopias and apocalypses as the next theme. I actually started that post. It's sitting in my drafts. But then between work, moving, and other real-life stuff, I sort of ran out of days in May. Now it's mid-June. And since it is mid-June -- and since part of the whole point of these rec lists is the theming -- I thought I'd go for Pride recs instead.

We'll do dystopias in July.

I could have done a lot of different rules/qualifiers with this theming, but, for this time/post I went with, "actively has sexuality themes as a decently large plot point." I ended up with 12 fics.

Note: As part of my personal campaign to combat the persistent idea that every great fic in this fandom was written in 2015, I'm now marking recs of fics written post-2016 and recs of fics written post-Endgame.

Canon

🏳️‍🌈 Tin Soldiers | idrilka | Teen | 19,743 words

You know what's great? Fake pop culture, fake academia, and fake social media. This fic makes such good use of all of those things and is so smart about it. I love that this fic narratively sandwiches CA:TWS. So a large part of the point here is the public perception of Steve, and of SteveandBucky right before, during, and then after the events of CA:TWS, in a world where all of that is real. The way it's done is brilliant and feels so true and accurate to life. There is live tweeting and live reactions. There are news headlines. There's fandom culture and blogging. There are social media arguments. It's just so well done. There are a lot of fics that look, at least briefly, at the public perception/use of Steve's legend in some way, and a lot of them are fantastic. I'm just so especially of fond of this fic. There's a hyper-realism to it. Plus, it includes a scene of people live reacting to Steve spontaneously and bluntly coming out on CNN. It's some beautiful stuff.

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As Michelle Mbatha argues in The Anatomy of a Sidekick, “Barnes’ transition from a partner to a sidekick marks the point at which the relationship between Barnes and Rogers becomes that of a mentor and pupil, thus effectively prohibiting any potentially »unsavoury« readings of their partnership” (121). In this sort of dynamic, one which emphasizes the much more prominent age difference, there is, indeed, no place for any assumptions of queerness or any sort of code similar to that which permeated cinematographic works of the time, signifying penalizable, “forbidden” practices falling under the censorship guidelines (see also: The Celluloid Closet, 1995). Bucky, then, in taking his place as Captain America’s teenage sidekick, becomes figuratively castrated in order to appear effectively sexless and thus avoid any possibility of coding their relationship as queer.

Moreover, the insistence upon heteronormative and ultimately exclusionary interpretations of Rogers’ relationships with Barnes and Carter respectively, both in the comics and in biographical writings, comes from the need to reaffirm the image created by the American propaganda, which constructed Captain America to reflect the intrinsically jingoistic policies of the United States, to propagate the myth of American machismo and uphold the wholesome image of the American everyman at the same time.

🏳️‍🌈Let me be buried under your name | tempestaurora | Teen | 50,669 words | **Post-Endgame Rec**

Oh no. This one. So, sometimes, my notes on fics in my rec database have sensible things like comments about tropes or moments I definitely want to point out. Other times, well -- The notes on this one say, "DOG TAGS," and also, "OH GOD." Which is very helpful of me. To myself. But I will say more coherent words about it to all of you. I imagine that fics that have both wartime and post-TWS scenes are emotionally trying for us all, and this very painful, and very beautiful fic is certainly a good example of why. There is a heartbreaking quality to the wartime Bucky POV, the during Hydra captivity POV, and the post-TWS Bucky POV that has really stayed with me. Bucky's thought processes, and his descriptions of Steve at various points, especially, are so observant and vulnerable all at once. It's also all just -- Guttingly but wonderfully romantic.

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Maybe he’d read before the light died entirely. Steve had bought him a pulp novel at the market and Bucky had been working through it slowly, dragging out the story and making it last, to make the most of the pages. He’d likely read it three times over before trading it for something else, and even then he’d tell the story to himself – mythical, magical things he’d never even thought of existing; time travel and other worlds, aliens and laser guns and space ships, exploring the stars. His eyes fluttered shut, and he just listened to Steve’s breathing, to him drawing, to the birds outside the window. He’d more than once thought that he could live in this moment forever; that he’d be more than happy to live out the rest of his days just like this one, with Steve and a crummy apartment and a warm summer day. Screw marriage, kids, and a house in the suburbs – this was where Bucky pictured when he thought of home. This was what he’d be imagining on the cold nights in Europe. This was what he’d fight to come home to.

🏳️‍🌈We wear red so they don't see us bleed | unicornpoe | Teen | 2,161 words | **Post-Endgame Rec**

This is the most beautifully tense little fic. A canon-divergent-before-canon-starts fic (I never know how to classify those. If it's AU, but Steve and Bucky still move in together by like, 1939-ish... is it fully AU? Like, yes because them as childhood friends is important, obviously, but also -- in the grand scheme of overall canon -- sort of no?) that has Steve and Bucky sitting in jail cell doing this dance of little cues about each other. This is all little words and gazes and touches; there is a conversation under a conversation in this fic. They're having this casual chat as strangers in jail, except they're also having this whole second secret dialogue underneath it where they're trying to make sure they speak each other's language. Also? I adore this characterization. I love it.

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Bucky stands up and crosses the cell in two long strides, draping himself in clean lines along the section of free bench next to Steve; he pulls one leg up beneath him and stretches the other out, so that their ankles almost touch. Turned toward Steve as Bucky is, he can watch fully the sharp, barely-there movement of Steve’s eyes flickering down to their legs, and then back up to the wall across from them. He doesn’t turn to Bucky. It’s mostly silent in here. There’s a faint murmur of voices somewhere down the hallway, the quiet, steady tick of a clock hidden from view, the various noises of the men locked up with them—but other than that, nothing. “Where’d a guy like you learn to throw a punch like that?” Bucky asks finally, when he’s spent too long staring at the delicate, fucked-up line of this man’s profile, spent too long raking his eyes over and over again down the line of his feather-soft lashes. The corner of Steve’s mouth ticks up, just slightly, just a little bit.

Shrunkyclunks

💗I just met you (and this is crazy) | littlesystems | Explicit | 41,784 words | *Post-2016 Rec*

This is one of those fics that surprised me with just how much I liked it. I certainly wasn't expecting to dislike it, but I was not expecting to love it so much, either. It's a joy, though, just a total feel-good joy. It's a fic that has Steve and Bucky pretty instantly head-over-heals for each other, something I never ever object to, and the instant attraction works so well here. I think, too, so much of what I love about this one, is that they make each other so happy in it -- like the two of them truly just get dumber and happier and more in love with every 100 or so words of this fic. So then I get happier and happier as I continue to read it. Seriously, this fic is a joy in part because Steve's POV is so damn giddy and joyful about Bucky. I love that. It's good stuff.

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“You’re a person, Steve. And if people hurt you or take advantage of you, that’s not your fault, either. You should be able to go to a bar. You should be able to hook up with some guy. There’s nothing wrong with any of that. The fact that someone took pictures is the photographer’s fault. And the fact that newspapers decided to print it is the editors’ fault. And the fact that some fuckwad decided to lie for a quick buck is his fault. You may regret it, and that’s fine. But I don’t want to hear you blame yourself again. Got that?” Steve nods. His throat feels tight enough that he’s not sure he can speak. Bucky tips their foreheads together and they sit in silence, until Steve has naturally matched his breathing to Bucky’s - slow, deliberate, relaxed, and not geared up for a fight. Bucky kisses him softly, then.

💗The Voyager | notlucy | Explicit | 76,740 words | *Post-2016 Rec*

I am a sucker for the Steve and Bucky road trip fic. A very recently arrived in 21st century Steve on a road trip with a modern Bucky? All that time alone? In those motels? That might or might not have the right number of beds? This is a good trope that we should very much use forever. This fic is such a classic sort of road trip fic. Honestly, I've never been on any sort of proper, real road trip, but I'd like to think this fic feels like a road trip -- what they must feel like, anyway. There's such freedom in the storytelling here. There's a suspended sense of time in this fic. There's a way this fic rolls along with a pace that makes sense here, in this story -- it's a pace that definitely wouldn't work in all stories, which is exactly why it does, in this one. It's lovely, it's a little bit surreal, and it stays with you long after you finish it.

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“Wow,” Bucky managed. Words were difficult when faced with something so spectacular, the canyon spread out before them lit with the slow, smoldering burn of that deep, ancient glow. “Awesome,” Steve murmured, the word incongruous in his mouth. Bucky nearly poked fun, until he realized Steve meant it literally - what they were seeing was awesome. Smiling, he leaned his head against Steve’s shoulder before entwining their fingers, not caring a whit who might see them. Who might care. At that moment, Bucky wanted to tell the entire world, because he was in love. Except it wasn’t love. Strong like, maybe. Effortlessly increasing affection, sure. But not love. You couldn’t fall in love that fast. He’d only known Steve since May, after all. It was at most infatuation. Appreciation. Fascination. Bucky was a very level-headed person. It wasn’t love. But it was something.

Modern

🌈On The Back of a Raindrop | musette22 @musette22 | Explicit | 52,215 words | **Post-Endgame Rec**

Something I love to read in kid fics is any time that thing happens where it's not just Steve and Bucky acting like a couple without being together yet, but a group of people starting to act like a family unit in every single way -- except that no one has talked about that, or acknowledged it, and technically, someone is actually still the neighbor, or the babysitter, or, in this case, the gardener. I love that, and I love this fic, specifically. Featuring this sweetest and loveliest and healthiest family forming in a backyard garden over the months of a beautiful summer. It's so domestic, so intimate, and it happens so naturally over the course of this story. It makes everything feel so perfectly meant to be, so romantic, and so satisfying. Also! One of my database notes on this one is, "SARAH," because this is a fic with a very alive Sarah Rogers, and I love, love, love, Steve and Sarah's relationship in this fic.

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Now that he’s gotten to know him, seen him with the twins, has gradually watched Bucky’s tan deepening and bringing out the grey-blue of his eyes, Steve is so wildly attracted to him sometimes that it knocks the breath right out of him. It’s how he ends up sketching Bucky again on Wednesday, from his usual spot in the shade. He makes sure to make it a PG rendition this time, including Gracie and Miles as well, so that when later, Bucky asks him ‘Hey, whatcha drawin’?’, Steve can actually show him the sketch. Bucky is silent for the longest time when Steve hands over his sketchbook. For a moment, Steve almost panics, wondering if he accidentally forgot to draw Bucky’s jeans or something, but then Bucky looks up, a look in his eyes that Steve can’t quite pinpoint. “This is amazing, Steve. Could I… Would you mind if I hold on to it, maybe?” Steve blinks in surprise. “Of course, yeah. I mean, it’s not my best work. I could do you something better if you like.” “It’s perfect,” Bucky frowns, seeming almost offended Steve would suggest otherwise. “I love it.”

🌈One for Fiction | thepinupchemist | Explicit | 6,713 words |*Post-2016 Rec*

I very much enjoy a shrinkyclinky-ish modern fic where Bucky is a disaster about the fact that Steve, like, exists. I am just so here for this, and this very adorable fic is a top-tier demonstration of that. Featuring a Veteran-turned-librarian Bucky and a barista Steve, and a lot of awkward flirting. At a library! Also featuring a lot of Bucky being a disaster about Steve, but also a lot of Steve being like, "...have you? seen? or? met? yourself? You are definitely the catch here." It's cute. They're cute. This fic is cute.

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“Fun fact about the library,” Bucky went on, “As long as no one can see your computer screen, you’re allowed to look at porn. That’s protected under intellectual freedom.” Steve raised a brow. “Interesting.” They meandered back to Bucky’s display. The night, as far as nights went, was a quiet one for the library, and the cafe was a ghost town, but for the group of teenagers with bags of McDonald’s scattered across the table and AP History books open on their laps. “Where’d everyone get their pronoun pins?” asked Steve, as Bucky pushed his stepladder upright, collected his tape dispenser, and climbed back up to finish hanging the flag garland. “They make ‘em at one of our sister libraries,” Bucky said, “Have a pin press over there and everything. I’m picking up a couple of shifts for one of the ladies over there next week; you want me to grab you some?” See, Bucky used to be this smooth. He used to be this smooth all the time. Apparently, trauma and PTSD aside, he could still be smooth every once in a while. A pleased little smile tilted beautiful Steve’s beautiful lips. He said, “That would be awesome. Do they have pride ones, too? Like your rainbow?” Does Steve like men? Steve might like men. Be cool, Barnes. Don’t be weird.

🌈Wholesale Change | biblionerd07 | Mature | 83,320 words | *Post-2016 Rec*

You know how sometimes you're the captain of an NHL team, and you're very talented, but over the years you've gained a bad reputation? And so your people all but force you to do a The Bachelor-esq dating show? And you've been having a terrible few years and feel like your life is falling apart? And also you're bisexual and closeted because of the whole NHL thing? And also the camera guy on that dating show is your long-lost very attractive best friend? Who also used to play hockey? Look, this fic has a ridiculous premise. In the best possible way. It's a delightfully ridiculous premise. It's so much fun. There's literally a dating show. Steve gets mad about dating show manipulations and lies! And, you know, Steve definitely ends up selecting one of the dating show contestants. Steve definitely does not fall for Bucky instead! Steve definitely does not purposefully out himself on live TV. Steve absolutely follows the rules and sees the dating show contract through! Because as we all know, Steve Rogers follows rules and does what people with authority tell him to do. Always and at all times. So much fun. So delightful.

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“I’m so tired of lying,” Steve says. He almost sags with the weight of it all, now that’s admitted it. He was trying so hard to outrun it all. Outskate it all, maybe. But he’s been losing for a long time now. “I know,” Bucky murmurs. “I’m sorry. But I don’t think letting him tell the world is going to make you feel any better. You need to tell the truth on your own terms.” Steve sighs and leans his shoulder against Bucky’s. “I’ll talk to whoever I pick,” he says. They deserve that, at least. He doesn’t want to pick someone under false pretenses. Falser, anyway. “You won’t get much alone time,” Bucky warns. “But I’m sure you can find a way.” “Nothing gets in Captain America’s way when his mind’s made up,” Steve says in his cheesy commercial voice. It was a line from some ad campaign he did for a sports drink he didn’t even like. Bucky snorts. “I was thinking more about Steve Rogers,” Bucky says. “That asshole’s unstoppable.” And after a line like that? All Steve can do is kiss him.

🌈Songbird | chicklette | Explicit | 70,843 words | **Post-Endgame Rec**

I am very fond of this fic. It's music industry closeting -- but then planned sexuality revealing. Through lies. This is a fic that starts off with what should have been a one-night stand -- a great one, as one-night stands go, but a one-night stand. Except, pictures are taken of them very early the next morning, hugging, in front of Steve's apartment. And Bucky is very famous and very not out. Bucky's already got a damaged reputation and a host of other problems, and so his team decides that, actually, Bucky pretending to date some non-famous, pretty-faced, nice boy for a couple months might do his reputation some good. So, then, as you can imagine, being Steve and Bucky, the two of them spend the fic doing a very excellent, really great, just super good job, at sticking to having a formal arrangement. A no sex, no feelings, totally-just-a-business-deal-smile-for-the-camera-thing. They're total pros at it, okay? It goes so well for them. They definitely succeed. Just because, whatever, they quickly become friends and get close, it's totally still fine. They're definitely still doing really amazing at this, alright? They've got it under control. They're not going to crack on any of this. No sex. No not-for-the-cameras-kissing. No feelings. No one will cry at any point. Nope. They're So Good at this. Like I said, I'm super fond of this one.

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Steve smiles, his face going all soft and sweet, and it’s like a knife to Bucky’s heart. Ten more weeks, and someone else gets all those smiles. It’s a Goddamned shame, is what it is. His thoughts are uncomfortable enough that Bucky gets up and goes to the railing, looking back out over Manhattan. All the people there, living their lives, day in and day out. How many broken hearts is he looking at right now? How many people starry-eyed with new love? How many people, he wonders, comfortable in an old love, one that’s solid and still growing, deeply rooted, secure enough to be safe, but fresh enough to still bloom? “Penny for your thoughts,” Steve says, and Bucky tilts his head to look at him. “There’s a million love songs happening right now, just waiting for someone to write them.” “That’s awful hopeful, coming from you.” Bucky chuckles. “Nah, I was just wondering how many people we’re looking at right now with broken hearts.”

🌈Strong Saftey | queenmab_scherzo | Mature | 23,043 words

As a first note here, I will point out that this fic is a sequel to Targeting, and it is probably most satisfying when read with full context. But I really do think it can absolutely be read on its own. I really, really appreciate and love the way this fic handles Bucky and trauma. (the Targeting 'verse mirrors canon very closely, re: bad things happening to Bucky. Except that it's about college football.) Bucky's headspace here, and the way that then translates to his actual dialogue/actions is so, so well done. Plus, Steve and Bucky are preestablished in this fic, and it's healthy and lovely and romantic and makes me emotional-- Bucky is so hard on himself about everything, all the time, but he's got Steve, who is wonderfully loving and supportive. Also! Bucky befriends a cat. Also! Bucky legitimately has Steve saved in his phone like this: "Punk ❤️."

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"Vanilla latte, no whip?" the barista calls. Steve goes to the counter for his drink, but keeps his ears open. "I just wanted to tell you—I came out to my high school team last week. And, um. It's gone really well actually." "Wow," Bucky croaks. "Yeah, it just, I've been scared about it for a long time, but then you told the whole NFL, so I thought—yeah. I just wanted to say … thanks." From the corner of his eye, Steve can see them shake hands. "Wow," Bucky says again. He clears his throat a little. "Thank you. I mean, thanks for telling me." "I'm headed out to visit Oregon now, actually." "Football?" "Yeah." "Holy shit," Bucky says, candid as ever. "That's legit, man. Good luck." "Thank you." The kid starts to turn away, then adds: "For everything." When Steve goes back to Bucky's side, Bucky is staring into the paper bag at his donut. He sniffs, audibly.

"Are you crying?" Steve asks quietly. "No." Steve can't see his eyes through the sunglasses, but his nose is really red. It makes Steve smile. He doesn't press the issue.

🌈Rough Edges | sparkagrace @sparkagrace | Mature | 33,278 words | **Post-Endgame Rec**

Showmances and Rivals-to-Lovers on the Stars on Ice Tour! There's a lot to be excited about here. This fic is such a delight, truly. I love it. You know that post that goes, "What is a rival other than a crush you're mad about having?" Steve spends the first chunk of this fic so disproportionately angry at Bucky for incredibly minor things. Like standing in rooms or... skating. It's amazing. But then there is bonding and heart-to-hearts. Often on skating benches! And, as it turns out, those two being around each other a lot is, as always, a very, very good thing, in the long run. One that helps them both. Also! Becca texts Bucky lots of pictures of Alpine -- pictures from Alpine. Also! Bucky and Nat have a somewhat frighteningly intense friendship/skating partnership and it's all just so, so great.

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Bucky continues on the corner edges while Steve sorts through one of the color groups. He thinks he has enough to make up branches of the tree that was displayed on the front of the box. He likes it when he finds the pieces that fit together, it’s like his brain fires little electrons of glee when they slot into place perfectly. He tries not to think about the fact it’s the same feeling he gets sometimes when he and Bucky execute their twizzles in perfect synchronicity. The same way he likes the sound of their prop swords clashing when they’re choreographing their throne number. Everything seems to feel matched when he’s around Bucky lately, like they’re synced partners as much as he is with Maria or Bucky is with Natasha. Puzzle pieces. Bucky seems to be enjoying it too. The quiet as they work together to put together this puzzle that neither of them would have looked twice at if they weren’t desperate for a distraction. A distraction from his heartache, from Bucky’s boredom… from the way that Bucky keeps looking over at him, from how he wishes they were doing this under different circumstances.

🌈Right where we are | steveandbucky | Teen | 10,395 words

This is actually the first fic in a whole 'verse, and they're all super sweet and super lovely. I really enjoy the way this Steve and Bucky build their relationship. I love seeing them get to have happier lives where they just get to be good for each other and good to each other, and this 'verse's Steve and Bucky, who do their best to communicate and who are so so cutely smitten from the gate, are great for that.

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“Hi,” Bucky smiles again, wider this time and the effect it has on Steve is embarrassing, since he can barely get out a greeting in response. Bucky looks ten times better in person. His now longer hair parted in the middle, and he has a two-day-old stubble, looking gorgeous in a navy blue shirt and dark form-fitting jeans. “Fancy running into you here,” he says as he leans closer to be heard above the music. Steve gets a waft of cologne, a sharp and somewhat sweet scent that draws him in as he briefly leans in to speak close to Bucky’s ear. “I’m just here with some friends, I swear I’m not stalking you.” Bucky laughs heartily, ducking his head and crinkling his nose as he does. It’s the cutest thing Steve’s ever seen, and fuck if he wouldn’t spend every minute of every day trying to get Bucky to laugh like that again. “Didn’t think you were stalking me. But what a coincidence, huh?” Bucky says, still grinning. “Nice to finally meet you, Steve Rogers.”

Bonus:

So, this is WIP, and I haven't started reading it yet. But! From everything I know about it, it absolutely fits what I'm going for on this rec list. Also, I've loved every other fic by @zenaidamacrouras1 that I've read. So while I can't actually rec something without reading it, I did feel like this should be in this post somewhere:

Unpredictable Synchronicity | Zenaidamacrouras1 | Mature | 106,788 words (WIP)

Second bonus:

These are fics that 100 percent should/would be on this list, except that I literally just rec'd them in my Brooklyn stories post. They are wonderful for all reasons described in the Brooklyn post:

Three White Horses | magdaliny | Mature | 16,601 words

Not In The Answer But The Question | aimmyarrowshigh @aimmyarrowshigh | Teen | 27,382 Words

Ill With Want | thedoubteriswise | Mature | 26,999 words

This turned into a very long post, but that feels fitting. Happy Pride! 🌈

Like I said, next up will be dystopias, apocalypses, etc.

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wheredafandomat · 11 months

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Congratulations on your 3.1k followers. You totally deserve it Sweetie ❤️

I am not sure how many we can request, and there are so many angst that are so intriguing, so... I will give one for angst and one for fluff and you see what inspires you or if you want to do both because the angst seems so good but i think i will need fluff after that.🤭

I would say for angst the first one.

"It would be better if you stayed away from me."

And for the fluff

"You have complimented me six times today."

I think both Loki and Bucky could be a fit for both prompts, so I let you choose what inspires you 😊

Congratulations again 😊💚🍾

Thank you lovely 🥰🥰 I’ve done both for Loki, I hope you don’t mind! ❤️❤️

“It would be better if you stayed away from me.” You decided, not meeting Loki’s gaze as you looked away, knowing that if you looked at him, you’d take it all back and you couldn’t burden Loki, not anymore.

“Stayed away? How am I supposed to stay away from you? You’re the first thing I think about when I wake and the last thought I have before I drift into my dreams which are also about you I might add. You are the object of my yearning. Your mere presence is proof of divinity. You are my ills y/n, I am completely and utterly yours and it hurts me. I’m scared. It scares me how entirely devoted I am to you. Your meager rejection isn’t enough. If you want me to stay away from you, force me. Moreover, take this dagger and pierce my heart with it because it’s yours. It belongs to you now.” He finished, conjuring a dagger and holding it out to you as your lip began to tremble.

“L-Loki.”

“No, don’t.” He interrupted you, clearing his throat as he stored the dagger. “My apologies, you’ve made your intentions clear, I’ll make haste my departure.” He spoke evenly, looking past you.

“Loki.” You sniffled, finally meeting his eye.

“Take care, y/n.”

On a lighter note…

“You have complimented me six times today.” Loki smiled, putting the bowls you handed him into the cupboard.

“Yes, six more than yesterday and six less than tomorrow.” You answered, looking up at him with your own smile.

“Ooh, there will be a tomorrow?” Loki questioned happily as he placed his hands on your hips.

“Yes because you’re back and I’m not letting you out of my sight.” You grinned, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“Is that right?” He spoke against your lips.

“Mmhmm.” You nodded, kissing him again. “You’re a really good kisser.” You added.

“Is that another compliment?”

“It’s more of a statement.” You answered.

“Well” Loki began, switching your positions so that you were the one against the counter “I’d like to kiss you somewhere else.” He finished, licking his lips.

“Don’t be so unsanitary” you scolded playfully “this is our kitchen.”

“Our” Loki repeated “I like the sound of that. Well how about I take you to our bedroom.” He teased.

“I’d much prefer if you gave me a reason to compliment your cooking skills.” You giggled.

“Are you asking me to make you dinner?” Loki queried.

“No, I’m asking you to make us dinner in our new fancy kitchen with our new fancy stove so that later you can take me to our new bed and christen the sheets knowing that I’ve eaten a decent meal.”

“Decent” Loki gasped “you insult me” he smiled as you pecked his lips “right, you can go and busy yourself unpacking and I’ll cook.”

Can I just say I’m really proud of that first bit from Loki 😂

#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki angst #loki fluff #loki drabble #loki imagine

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giorno-plays-piano · 2 years

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Remain Nameless

Part I

Pairing: swordsman!Bucky Barnes x mage!reader

Warnings: darkfic, stalking, descriptive violence, gore, near-death experience, possible noncon/dubcon in the future (but I swear it's not as scary as it sounds)

Words: 1.6k

Summary: You could give up literally anything just to see this war-crazed psycho getting hurt, but, perhaps, he isn't crazy as you think, and you aren't the sort of person who enjoys others' pain.

P.S. Yes, I did include quotes from my favorite books/movies 😏

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"Will you give me the pleasure of dancing with you?"

You nearly choke on your punch, immediately setting your glass down and turning back with a scowl on your face. There is no way you could forget the voice of your nemesis, this disaster of a human being who should have been banned not just from the magic academy but society as a whole. James goddamn Barnes is standing right behind you in his shiny uniform, thinking you would really dance with this monster in human skin. This day certainly couldn't get any better.

The audacity, you think to yourself, frowning at the sight of his carefully combed hair. Most of the time Barnes looked like he crawled out of a manhole.

"Sorry, not interested." You say, turning back to the table full of delicacies. You try your best to sound neutral despite your blood boiling: this is the last time you have to meet this son of a fish in person, and you don't want to waste your graduation day on bickering. Or murder.

But he doesn't make it any easier for you, frowning too, "Might I ask why, with so little endeavor at civility, I am thus repulsed?"

Oh, he is talking fancy. Pretending to be a gentleman. As if you haven't been watching him being a little more than a war-crazed lunatic for years who was obsessed with winning to the point he was banned from participating in any sword fighting tournaments.

Keep calm, you inhale, feeling your blood pressure rising rapidly. He doesn't deserve your energy.

"For once, a gentleman should not be speaking to a lady's back when asking to dance," you reprimand him, narrowing your eyes. "Moreover, he should, at the very least, offer her his hand. A lady would never consider gentleman to be serious if he cannot follow etiquette."

You are certainly not the one to be bothered by etiquette rules, but God do you want Barnes to go fuck himself. Of all most heartless, insufferable, undignified bastards, he is the worst. You have a hard time understanding how he dared to ask you out for a dance after what he had done to you, but this is James Barnes you are talking about. He has always had an emotinal hide of a rhinoceros.

"I apologize. It was my mistake."

You are dangerously close to breaking the glass you have just picked up.

Shut up. Shutupshutupshutupshutup.

"Will you dance with me if I do it right?"

As you set the glass back to the table, your whole body is trembling with anger so much you have no chance to hide it any longer. No, it was not enough for him to completely ruin your mood by just being in one room with you, he so desperately needs to make you vomit on the floor from his proximity to you. Your insides has already started churning, and you feel familiar pain in the gut as if Barnes just made a hole in you again.

Bastard. It was not enough to challenge a 15-year-old you on the arena during a yearly competition between faculties when you had just made your debut as the most successful mage practicing Bounded Fields, a sort of magic no one considered important unless used in defense. It was not enough Barnes was 2 years older than you, a genius swordsman no one in the academy could surpass, a literal monster who would stop at nothing to win, going around and challenging anyone he considered strong enough to face him. It was not enough the headmaster played in his favor, promising the Bounded Fields faculty an additional building for extracurricular activities - something every looser faculty dreamed of - if you agreed to sparr with Barnes, pressuring you, a literal child, into accepting the offer. Of course, you agreed, not knowing what it meant to fight against the berserker this genius student turned into the moment he stepped on the arena.

Was it not enough he made a hole in you when you were casting a spell that wouldn't even physically hurt him? When you planned to benumb him, he used his magic sword to stab you, a ray of blinding red light piercing through you body and destroying your heart, stomach, liver, pancreas, guts... He took your insides out because he wanted to win against a 15-year-old girl who dared to perform well in her first competition. If not your protection field - it failed miserably, but delayed your death, nonetheless - and the head of the faculty rushing over to preserve what was left of you, you would pretty much cease to exist. All because James Barnes considered you an interesting sparring partner.

Everything was a mess after that: while you were recovering in the hospital wing, the head of Bounded Fields faculty filed a complaint and got a restraining order prohibiting James Buchanan Barnes to participate in any competitions, tournaments, or any other sword-wielding activity except during exams. Half of the university was demanding the headmaster to expel him, but, considering how useful Barnes would be in the employ to the king, higher-ups left him be and paid your family handsomely to cover up the scandal.

He didn't even say he was sorry. In fact, despite everything going on and people turning their backs on him because of this incident, you ceased to exist for him because you were no longer a decent opponent he had thought you were.

Right. Of course. James just forgot who you are. That's why he came to you and asked for a dance. Because he did not remember you were that 15-year-old girl he stabbed in the stomach. Even if these two years after the incident all you did was spending your time studying, surpassing your classmates to the point you were graduating two years early, Barnes had nothing to do with you. He did not know he took all the joy of studying from you, leaving you broken, hurt, and wanting revenge so badly your head was occupied by nothing else. He has no idea everyone is still giving you these pitying looks like you are damaged goods, completely beyond repair.

He just... forgot.

"I will not dance with you even if you are the last man on earth," you spat in his face, furious, your shoulders shaking from all the magma rising inside your chest and ready to spill out on him.

This ridiculous man has the guts to be taken aback by your response, blinking at you, "Why?"

Oh, you so want to let him know. To pierce him through, to cut his limbs with a deadly bounded field you studied just in case you would ever have to face him again. To see his stupid head flying across the ballroom, blood gushing from the wounds and staining polished floors dark red.

Maybe then he would understand how it felt that day.

You are nearly convinced this is the right way, but you will surely cry if Barnes does not disappear from view in a minute, and you better let lamias to eat you alive than allow him see your tears.

"You better go ask someone from your fanclub. I'm sure the ladies would be thrilled."

"But I don't want to dance with any of them. I want to dance with you."

You send him a poisonous smile, "Your loss."

Before you have a chance to say something really nasty, your fists squeezed so hard it hurts, someone brushes past James, and you see Tony Stark, #2 in the list of people hating Barnes' guts till the day they die, "Excuse me."

You are surprised to see the guy nearly as much as James himself.

"Hey baby, do you wanna dance?" He offers you his hand so nonchalantly like he did it a thousand times before, and you accept it the very same moment.

Never in his life did Tony Stark called you pet names, but you understand perfectly well why he does now, and you agree to play along, "Sure! I was getting bored."

He takes you away before the psycho swordsman has a chance to say anything, and you don't think you have ever been that grateful to anyone. Tony is not your knight in shining armor, but his firm grasp steadies you, and you appreciate the warmth of his hands you feel through the fabric of the dress you hate. It makes you calm down, feel safe in his presence as he snatches you away from a man you despise so much everything inside you hurts. You are really, really grateful, you wish to say, but Tony interrupts you.

"The audacity of this bitch," he says, sercetly eyeing Barnes and swirling you around with ease. "He dared to choose you, of all people."

Tony is the second best swordsman in the whole swordsmanship faculty, and it makes him the forever sparring partner of Barnes. Stark has been humiliated time after time, not being able to win since the moment this monster enrolled in the academy, and you heard Tony once had to literally grow back a limb after a sparring because his partner got carried away. Even if you two could not be more different, your hate for James unites you more thank anyone can imagine, and you are very, very thankful for his support.

"Oh, you know why?" You crack a smile, venom lacing your tongue. "He forgot it has been me two year ago. I guess the sight of my guts falling out of my body was not captivating enought for him to remember."

Tony's face distorts in disgust. "What, for real? Fucking sicko."

You bit down on your lower lip not to cry as you look somewhere up, afraid tears will roll down your face in a minute. Tony's grip gets stronger on your waist.

"I hope he dies in a ditch," he whispers you into the ear, bringing you so close you feel the heat emanating from his body, and suddenly everything gets better, even if for a moment.

"Thank you," you whisper back, taking whatever comfort you can find in the embrace of a man you barely know.

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Fics Named After Locations Masterlist

A Long Way From Budapest (ao3) - AlphaFlyer clint/natasha, clint/laura T, 14k

Summary: Natasha remembers letting go. She remembers falling, endlessly, the jagged black rocks rising to meet her. And then, nothing – until the moment her eyes and her mind opened to the golden glow.

Avengers At Disney World (ao3) - ctxrover clint/natasha, steve/bucky T, 70k

Summary: Fury's fed up of the Avengers not behaving like a team, so he's sending them on a bonding trip to Disney World with Hill as their babysitter. Meanwhile, Coulson rarely gets to spend time with his kids so he takes them to Disney World. The problem? They're going at the same time as the Avengers-who don't know of Coulson's survival. Some sort of AU. Clintasha. Some Stucky. Rated T.

Brooklyn (ao3) - togina steve/bucky T, 8k

Summary: “Captain America, what’s your stance on gay marriage?”

Everyone knows that, by now. Everyone but Bucky.

Budapest (ao3) - JunesPegasus N/R, 4k

Summary: Clint Barton aka Hawkeye is sent to eliminate a Russian assassin: Natasha Romanova. But he is soon enchanted by her seductive charme and things turn out way different than he planned.

Clint's a Nerd From Iowa (ao3) - Big_Hazard bucky/clint T, 4k

Summary: Part of the Avengers shows up on Clint's lawn. He doesn't want them there, but he's also too lazy to make them leave. Clint shows them around Iowa anyway because he's a nice guy, and somewhere along the way secrets that weren't really secrets come out.

Disney World (ao3) - Kenzie_Marvel G, 9k

Summary: Natasha and Tony takes Yelena and Peter to Disney World, cute chaos ensues. :)

ever since new york (ao3) - 1000_directions clint/phil M, 1k

Summary: “You’ve been here longer than I have,” Clint says, and he looks into Phil’s eyes. “Is this heaven or hell? I mean, you died. And you’re here. So I guess I’m dead, too, right?”

“I did die,” Phil says thoughtfully. “But only a little bit. I got better.”

Here's to Las Vegas (ao3) - iam93percentstardust steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: The day after Steve gets married, he wakes up in a Las Vegas hotel with a ring on his finger and Tony Stark snuggled up beside him.

Las Vegas (ao3) - elcapitan_rogers steve/natasha M, 219k

Summary: Steve was freaking out over his own wedding and the gang decided to take him to Las Vegas to unwind him.

Malibu (ao3) - glitteratiglue steve/bucky M, 13k

Summary: Steve believes Bucky is dead for exactly a week. Then he doesn't.

(AU where Steve rescues Bucky before Hydra can turn him into the Winter Soldier. They get to go home from the war, but that's only the start.)

Malibu Madness (ao3) - Vanilla98 steve/tony, clint/natasha E, 35k

Summary: After an eventful semester at school, Tony brings Steve and his four other friends to his new house in Malibu. There, they get to see what Tony goes through at home. And to be honest, they're not impressed. Howard Stark is always abusing him, Maria Stark is barely at home and there is only so much Jarvis and Ana can handle. Moreover, they can see Tony struggling to hold up his masks. Will they, especially Steve, be able to convince Tony that he is going to be okay and that they will always be there for him?

nevada heat, nevada streets (ao3) - loverloser steve/tony G, 4k

Summary: steve rogers takes a ride, and his bike breaks down in las vegas, nevada. tony stark's garage is the only one with a light on.

New York (ao3) - capsiclewidow steve/natasha T, 5k

Summary: Some days were okay. Some weren’t. None of them were ever good.

It came in waves. She’d be fine for a while - not good, only fine - and then suddenly she’d reach into her closet for a clean shirt, pull one out that didn’t belong to her, and Steve would find her curled up in bed wearing one of Clint’s old flannels shaking with tears she refused to let him see. She hated it, despised the person she’d turned into, which made everything worse. She wouldn’t speak to him for days at a time, but he’d still be there, making sure she ate and drank water and worked out every once in a while and didn’t spend too much time alone.

Two years and he still refused to leave her.

No Sleep 'Till Brooklyn (ao3) - softdadironman T, 6k

Summary: For someone with such a strong sense of responsibility (if you've ever talked to Peter, you know he spits out the phrase "With great power comes great responsibility" on the daily), Peter was a reckless piece of work.

In which Peter juggles his duties as Spider-Man, as a student, as a part time employee, as an Avenger, and as a kid.

Seduced in Sokovia (ao3) - Sholio T, 2k

Summary: "You're not looking close enough," Bucky said. "Read the titles."

Sam picked up the nearest book, on which a woman in a long purple gown was being either menaced or romanced—it was sort of hard to tell—by a dark-haired, pirate-like man in a flowing white shirt. There was a castle in the background that looked stereotypically medieval. The title was—

"...Sold to the Sokovian?"

That's What You Get for Waking Up in Vegas (ao3) - LordOfThePoptarts natasha/tony M, 3k

Summary: Natasha and Tony have been dancing around each other for a year now. Both are perfectly happy to use the other as post-battle stress relief and 3 AM post-nightmare confidants, but they are the very definition of consummate professionals when they aren't alone and in highly emotionally charged situations. All that changes when the two attend a gala in Las Vegas.

The Only Guy Steve Knows Who Lives In Brooklyn (ao3) - Beans (provetheworst) clint/natasha T, 27k

Summary: Clint’s the only guy Steve knows who lives in Brooklyn, which is probably why the Winter Soldier starts hanging around his apartment. Clint has had worse houseguests, but even that doesn’t explain how he ends up on a thirty three hour flight to Madripoor trying to save the guy Captain America’s probably in love with from mad scientists.

What Happens in Budapest…Comes Home to Roost (ao3) - MarbleGlove clint/laura T, 4k

Summary: Found family and unexpected allies, monsters that needed killing and recovering from brainwashing, … yeah, the New York alien invasion really did remind Natasha of Budapest.

What happens in Vegas... (ao3) - asamandra clint/tony, pepper/tony M, 6k

Summary: When Tony was dying from palladium poisoning he ended very drunk in Las Vegas... and married...

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nkatr84 · 4 months

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Happy New Year! 2023

Once again it’s New Years Eve and my yearly tradition of wrapping up the year by reviewing things that have come out but I haven’t had time to write about. Here we go!

Doctor WHO: Wild Blue Yonder and the Giggle

Wild Blue Yonder was just the perfect amount of creepy, mysterious and suspenseful with pure nightmare fuel. And Neil Patrick Harris was perfection as the Doctor’s old foe the Celestial Toymaker. Plus a great regeneration scene to introduce Ncuti Gatwa’s Doctor without having to say goodbye to David Tennant’s 14th.

The Marvels

I liked Captain Marvel and Ms Marvel so I knew I’d like this one. Is it a perfect movie? No. But it is fun. But you do have to watch Ms Marvel and Wandavision to know who everyone or it’s hard to follow along. As my parents found out. They still liked it enough but you have to be a super fan to really enjoy it.

Doctor Who: The Church on Ruby Road

I am so hyped for Ncuti Gatwa’s fifteenth doctor! This was a fun episode and a great introduction to a new companion with a great mystery set up and I can’t wait to see what is next!

Migration

This was cute. Not amazing or super funny but cute. The little duckling Gwen is the best part. That’s it.

The Color Purple (2023 Musical)

It’s well performed and all the musical numbers are great, but if you saw the original you know it’s better. I do like how Sug and Celiy have a stronger friendship and I even like how Celiy forgives Albert in the end here. And the explanation of how she inherits her mother’s house and gets her business is better handled.

Wonka

I loved this. It’s so fun and whimsical with just enough of a dark edge to tie back to the original book and moreover Gene Wilder’s sarcastic chocolate maker in the 71 version. It’s not a direct prequel but it definitely feels like this story could lead to that one. Plus Timothee Charlamet surprised me by how good of a singer he was! And he’s very charming and ties the whole movie together. Plus it’s written by Simon Farnaby of the BBCs Ghosts so it’s got that clever writing in it.

Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom

I don’t know why but I like this movie more than the first one. Maybe because I can feel how much fun Jason Mamoa had making it. Maybe because I’m a sucker for a reformed villain that helps his older brother defeat the ancient evil threatening their family (which is weird that’s it’s happened twice) but I do like the story and the action and that it’s got a happy ending.

What If Season 2

Here we go…the big one…one Episode at a time…

What if Nebula Joined the Nova Corps?

This was a fun neon noir mystery with one of my favorite new characters. And it really proves that one way or another Nebula was meant to become a hero.

What if Peter Quill attacked Earths Mightiest Heroes?

Or what if the Avengers assembled in the 1980’s? Basically Peter Quill is taken to his father Ego as a child. But once Peter realizes what his Dad is making him do, he returns to Earth because he’s still a good kid. He’s still a kid so he uses his new powers to make Coney Island his own playground so Hank Pym Antman, Goliath, Bucky Barnes Winter Solider, the Black Panther (Tchallas Dad) and Wendy Larson Mar Vel and Thor come in to take him in. It’s a fun team up. Especially when you add Peggy Carter and Howard Stark.

What if Happy Hogan Saved Christmas?

I’ve never seen Die Hard, but I’ll be happy to watch this every Christmas! This was fun seeing Happy be the hero for once. With a great return for a villain that we haven’t seen much of.

What if Iron Man crashed into the Grandmaster?

I loved this one! It was great seeing Tony taken out of his comfort zone on Sakarr. The Grandmaster does have that affect on people…lol. It was face paced and clever with jokes and story. Just great.

What if Captain Carter Fought the Hydra Stomper?

This whole episode was a sequel to Captain Carter’s story in season one. Basically it was her version of Captain America:The Winter Soldier but with the Red Room instead of Hydra. Captain Carter is always great and seeing her lose Steve again was sad but then the season plot comes a calling and she gets pulled into it.

What if Kahori Reshaped the World?

This was a great story and it features a new character! Basically Asgard gets destroyed before Odin can hide the Tesseract but it ends up in North America where a Mohawk Indian woman named Kahori winds up getting powers from it. And she’s a great character who I’m sure fulfilled a power fantasy for native Americans and gets to see a superhero like them at last.

What if Hela Found the Ten Rings?

I liked this one too. This basically has Odin banish Hela to Earth instead of locking her away. And while she starts off her usual villain self, we see her change into the hero she could have been. Plus Odin is back to being the worst parent in the MCU since we learn Hela just wanted to rule to gain her freedom since her Dad made her a weapon against her will.

What if the Avengers Assembled in 1602?

Okay I loved this one too. It was fun seeing an Elizabethan version of the Avengers with Captain Carter pulled from her universe to save there’s. And after she meets Steve Rogers, our hearts get broken all over again when they don’t get together again. Basically I really hope they’re building up to having Captain Carter finding a happily ever after with another Steve Rogers that lost his Peggy.

What if Strange Supreme Intervened?

Which brings us to the finale. So this season’s storylines aren’t quite as intertwined as last seasons, but when Strange Supreme showed up in Kahori’s story and then at the end of the 1602 story I knew something was up. And sure enough he tricks Peggy into finding Kahori for him after she escapes him. Turns out he’s been collecting villains and heroes to power a spell to restore his universe. He just couldn’t escape his grief. It’s got a bittersweet ending and Captain Carter has more adventures in store…speaking of which…

Hey Peggy? See that big tree there? There’s a really cute God of Stories in there that needs to be rescued. Just drop him off on Earth 1218 and I’ll take care of him. Thanks Doll.

Happy New Year!

#disney +#tv thoughts #doctor who #the marvels #wonka 2023 #migration #the color purple #aquaman and the lost kingdom #marvel what if spoilers #what if season 2

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illicien · 10 months

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I'm drinking, so have a WinterBaron neighbours prompt:

Bucky's just moved into this fancy new apartment. The place is still really sparcely decorated, he moves a lot so he never really gets much, but on the first night there he notices that there's a light shining through his bedroom closet. Frankly, however, he's fucking tired from the move, so he just doesn't bother with it and crashes.

The next day, of course, he meets some of his neighbours, including his next door neighbour, Zemo, who is the epitome of put together. Man looks like he should be in magazine ads. Maybe he is. What does Bucky know? All he knows is that Zemo is very polite, and very proper, and kinda cute. They don't socialize overly much, though Zemo offers to have him over for tea some time when he has a chance.

It isn't until the weekend that he finally winds up investigating the light in his closet, finally being awake enough one evening to do so - plus there's a weird noise coming from there.

Turns out, the light in the closet is actually a hole - not a terribly large one - that has a great view of Zemo's room. His bed, more specifically. And those noises? Absolutely Zemo jerking off in his bed, the light on in his bedroom still and showing the man he's getting used to seeing perfectly put together in a state of definitely not put together.

He pretty much immediately exits the closet, closing the closet door and faceplants his bed because, uh, that was a bit much and now he feels a bit like a creeper. Doesn't stop him from jacking off to the image in his head that night.

It's worse the next night, because Zemo very clearly has a guest and isn't exactly shy about being vocal. Moreover, this time Bucky's been drinking and is maybe a bit more curious than he dares to let on. And hey, it's a fucking tiny ass hole who's even gonna notice? It's not hurting anyone probably, right?

As he and his neighbour get more familiar with one another and a friendship forms, Bucky's keeping this little bit of voyeurism to himself, of course, and trying to justify to himself in his head that him watching isn't hurting anyone.

... turns out it really isn't. Zemo's been well aware of the hole the whole time, and has been rather intentionally putting on a show.

#WinterBaron #PWP Prompt??#idk #free to a good home #As most of my prompts are when I drop them like this

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The Distance

Chapter 5 - The Unexpected

Summary : A space adventure where we follow Bucky Barnes around the universe as he struggles to reclaim the love of his life amidst the backdrop of war between humans and the Kree race.

After spending sometime with Sebastian, will Bucky ended up liking him and letting him stay? Or will he be delighted to see him go? Moreover, Bucky was forced to accept the new situation as it seemed there was a new couple in the compound.

Pairings : Bucky Barnes x Adriana Weaver (OC)

Chapters: 5 / 20 (might add more as I write)

Chapter List >

Warning : violence, grief, angst

Word count : 7.6k

This is a sequel to my first Bucky fic, New Beginning. Check it out here.

Avengers Compound, New York - August 2024

As soon as Bucky realized who was in front of him, he threw the knife away and it clattered onto the floor. Heart still beating fast in his chest, he looked straight at Sebastian's eyes. Bucky saw that they were full of fear, but they slowly returned back to normal and slightly concerned once he had thrown his knife away. Seeing Sebastian's concerned eyes made his heart rate slowly return to normal. He then stood up and helped Sebastian to stand up as well.

"I.. I'm sorry to just barge in like this. I heard you screaming and I thought I could help.." Sebastian said.

"I'm fine. Just please, get out of here." Bucky said. His emotions after the nightmare was still tense. He remembered the dream and remembered Adriana's face and he felt he was going to break down. He didn't want Sebastian to see that.

"Is there anything I can.." Sebastian started to offer but Bucky cut him off.

"Just get out of here, Sebastian." He said, his voice raised a little. He grabbed Sebastian's shoulder and guided him out the door.

"I'll be in my room if you need anything.." Sebastian said but Bucky already closed the door in front of him.

He turned around and leaned back on the door as the familiar weight of grief washed over him like a wave. He slid down onto the floor and put both hands on his eyes as tears started to stream down his face. He couldn't help it but Adriana's face and voice as she called out to him while she was being carried by the Kree to his ship kept on appearing in his mind. Adriana.. how much I miss you. He thought in anguish.

Bucky cried for what seemed to be a long time. It has been a month since she was gone but his tears apparently had not dried out yet. His mind replayed every single memory with her. From the very first time he saw her beautiful face in his dream, to when he met her in real life at Dear Butter cafe for the first time. He remembered her first touch on his upper lip as she tried to clean it from the latte he had drunk during their first date. He remembered their first kiss in their secret garden in Central Park, how it seemed they were soulmates. He remembered looking at her in awe as he first saw her doing karate, how fierce yet beautiful she was. He remembered the first time they made love, how she looked ethereal and beautiful lying down on her bed, ready for him to make love to her. He remembered the moment he proposed to her and how she looked so happy saying yes to him. He knew he should stop replaying everything in his head. It did him no good. But he couldn't help himself.

By the time he stopped crying and replaying all the memories with her in his mind the sun outside had started to come out. He dried the tears from his eyes with his hand, took a deep breath and finally stood up. He went to his bathroom to take a shower. He decided to go hiking that day. Perhaps the long walk would make him feel better.

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Bucky heard the sound of laughter as he walked downstairs to the kitchen. He saw Wanda and Sebastian sitting on stools across from each other on the kitchen island. Two plates filled with what seemed to be sandwiches were placed in front of them.

"Good morning, Bucky." Wanda greeted him without even looking at him. Her eyes still glued to Sebastian's. Bucky didn't know why but he felt annoyed looking at them.

"Good morning, Bucky. I hope you feel better this morning." Sebastian looked up at him and gave him a warm smile.

"I'm better, thanks." Bucky said as he grabbed a clean mug and started to pour coffee into it.

"I'm sorry that you had a bad dream again." Wanda said, finally turning her eyes to Bucky.

"Yeah, thanks Wanda." Bucky said, sipping his black coffee.

"You know what, Sebastian and I are planning to watch a movie at the cinema this afternoon. Maybe you should come." Wanda suggested, smiling at him but Bucky shook his head.

It seemed Wanda and Sebastian were hitting it off rather well that they even were planning to go out together. Bucky suddenly remembered that Sebastian said he was seeing someone. He better warn Wanda. He didn't want her to fall into the arms of a playboy. He thought.

"No thanks, I have plans. By the way, can I talk to you for a minute?" Bucky asked.

"Sure." Wanda said, standing up from the stool.

"Sorry Sebastian. I'll be right back." Wanda smiled at Sebastian and he smiled back.

From the way they looked at each other, Bucky suspected both had feelings for each other. Which was unacceptable, especially if he was already seeing someone! Bucky thought in dislike.

He walked towards the study room with Wanda following him and he opened the door. They went inside and Bucky closed the door behind him.

"Wanda, I'm sorry, I'm not usually this nosy on other people's lives, you know I like to stay private. But.. I just don't think you should go out with Sebastian." Bucky said directly.

"Bucky, I know what you're thinking. But.. ever since I lost Vis, I've never felt really happy.. and.. Sebastian somehow makes me really happy." Wanda said, sitting on a chair nearby. Bucky sat on a chair in front of her, reached out and put his hand on hers.

"I'm sorry Wanda, but when we went to the R&D lab the other day, he said he was seeing someone." Bucky said, looking at her with his eyebrows furrowed.

"I know. He was lying." Wanda smiled a little.

"What?!" Bucky asked, his jaw dropped in surprise.

"You know I can read minds, Bucky. Sebastian said it so he could get out of having to ask Helen out. But he's not seeing someone at the moment." Wanda said nonchalantly.

"Oh.. okay.." Bucky said, letting go of Wanda's hand and leaned back on his chair.

"Don't worry Bucky. Sebastian is a really nice and sweet guy. He has such a pure soul. Something I rarely see in people nowadays." Wanda said, her eyes glazed in adoration as she seemed to be seeing Sebastian in her mind.

"Yeah.. still. Just.. be careful okay?" Bucky pleaded.

"I will. Don't worry, Bucky. Thank you for caring by the way." Wanda smiled and reached her hand out to touch his hand.

"Yeah.. you know I see you like a sister. And you were close to Adriana back then. I just.. don't want you to get hurt." Bucky said.

"I know. I see you like a brother too, Bucky." Wanda smiled and Bucky smiled back in return.

Well, he was happy that Wanda was happy even though it was with Sebastian. He wondered whether he would ever feel happy again. But thinking of Adriana, he doubted he would ever feel as happy as he was when he was with her.

"Bucky, I know right now you feel you won't ever feel happy again. I know because I felt the same way. But, I'm sure one day you'll find your Sebastian." Wanda said, smiling warmly at him.

"Yeah.. I don't know. Maybe I don't want to. She's irreplaceable to me. You know that." Bucky said.

"You may say that now but years down the road, you may feel different." Wanda winked.

"Maybe.." Bucky said doubtfully.

"Anyway, I better get back. We were about to eat Sebastian's signature egg sandwich when you came. You should try it too. It looks delicious." Wanda said, standing up.

"Egg sandwich huh?" Bucky asked as he stood up as well and they went out of the study room back into the kitchen.

"Is everything okay?" Sebastian asked once they were back in the kitchen. He was just putting another sandwich onto a plate when they came in.

"Everything is okay, Sebastian." Wanda smiled and took a seat. Bucky took a seat on a stool next to her.

"Oh glad to hear that." Sebastian smiled.

"Bucky, I made you my famous signature egg sandwich. I hope you like it." Sebastian smiled and slid the plate to him.

Wanda was right, the egg sandwich looked delicious, Bucky thought as he stared at the sandwich in front of him.

"Thanks Sebastian. You really didn't have to." Bucky said.

"You're welcome. And it's okay. I already made some for Jonathan and Sam earlier. You're the last one." Sebastian said and Bucky nodded. Maybe Wanda was right. Bucky thought. Sebastian seemed to be really nice that he even cooked breakfast for everyone.

"Mm...this is really good, Sebastian." Wanda complimented after she took a bite of the sandwich.

"Thank you. Glad you like it." Sebastian smiled as he sat on a stool across from Wanda.

Bucky took a bite of the sandwich and thought that it was surprisingly pretty good. He didn't expect Sebastian to be able to cook.

"So.. do you like it?" Sebastian asked, looking up expectantly at Bucky.

"Mmm.. yeah.. it's good." Bucky nodded after swallowing his first bite.

"Oh I'm so happy you like it." Sebastian smiled.

"By the way, what are your plans this morning? Do you have classes on Saturday?" Sebastian asked.

"Umm.. no, I don't have classes during the weekend." Bucky answered.

"Okay, so what do you usually do in the weekends?" Sebastian asked.

"I usually just catch up on my reading or hang out with the cats." Bucky shrugged.

"He's a hermit, Sebastian." Wanda chuckled.

"What's wrong with being a hermit?" Bucky asked, feeling slightly offended.

"Nothing, it's just.. I think it's better that you go out and socialize more. It helps to deal with the grief, you know." Wanda suggested.

"Hmm.. yeah. I'm actually planning on going hiking today." Bucky said.

"Ooh.. hiking! Can I come?" Sebastian asked, giving him puppy dog eyes.

Bucky didn't want his hike to be bothered by Sebastian. But, Wanda might be right. He might need some more socializing. He was getting tired of being sad and grieving over Adriana.

"Okay, you can come." Bucky finally replied, sighing.

"Thank you, Bucky." Sebastian smiled at him.

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Bucky could hear Sebastian's footsteps and his huffing and puffing behind him as he walked quickly on the hiking trail. The hiking trail he usually took was a 5 mile trail surrounding the compound. It took them to walk pass different terrains and environment. The trail had rocky and steep terrains as well as gentle slopes across meadows. It also passed through thick forests and barren fields. It even passed a nice stream and a small waterfall.

Bucky stopped as they reached the small waterfall. It was located deep inside the forest. Sebastian stopped next to him, putting both hands on his knees and leaned down while taking short breaths. They had walked almost non stop from the compound to the small waterfall which was located about 3 miles from the compound. Bucky didn't think Sebastian would have trouble following him. But judging from his exhausted expression, it seemed he had some trouble.

"Sebastian, are you okay?" Bucky asked, putting his hand on Sebastian's shoulder.

"Yeah.. I'm just.. you were.. walking so fast." he said in between his breaths.

"Sorry, that was my usual pace. I'll try to slow it down." Bucky said. He forgot Sebastian wasn't a super soldier like himself so that he had a different strength and endurance than him.

"It's okay.. Bucky.. I'm trying.. to learn more.. about you.. so.. no need to.. slow down.. for me." Sebastian said and he finally sat down on the ground and took a drink from his water bottle.

Bucky sat down next to him and took a drink from his own water bottle. He gazed at the waterfall in front of him and felt somewhat at peace just listening to the sounds of the water falling down. For several moments they just sat there, enjoying the peaceful environment as they rested.

"I love it here. It's so quiet and peaceful." Sebastian commented, breaking the silence.

"Yeah. Adriana used to love it too." Bucky said, suddenly remembering that Adriana once said the exact same words as Sebastian just did when they took a hike at that same trail and stopped at that same waterfall. His heart ached as he remembered her and he could feel his eyes prickled.

"I'm sorry.." Sebastian said, looking at Bucky. It seemed he noticed Bucky's sad expression.

"It's okay." Bucky sniffled a little and blinked several times, trying to stop himself from crying.

"I know how you feel. And I know it takes months or even years to get over the grief." Sebastian sighed.

"Oh yeah, you lost your mom during the blip, right?" Bucky asked.

"Yeah, but losing my mom wasn't my first experience with grief. Before that I had experienced losing my grandmother, my step father then my father." Sebastian said.

"Oh, I see. Must have been hard." Bucky said.

"Yeah, I mean.. you know. You lost your parents at a young age didn't you?" Sebastian asked.

"Yeah, yeah I did." Bucky nodded as he remembered his parents.

"How did you cope back then?" Sebastian asked.

"Well.. I had my sister. And Steve." Bucky said and Sebastian nodded.

"Yeah, my friends really helped too." Sebastian nodded.

"It's different now, though. I have no one now. And Adriana.. she was my soulmate." Bucky said, feeling his heart ached again.

"I never lost a girlfriend or lover like you did. I can't imagine how hard it must be." Sebastian said, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"It's really hard." Bucky said as he wiped a drop of tear from his eyes.

"You know, after I lost my father, I started reading this collection of poetry from a writer named Hussain Manawer. His poetry book is called Life is Sad and Beautiful. He lost his mother and he wrote the poetry to help deal with the grief. Somehow it helped me too. At the very least I knew I wasn't alone in feeling those heartbreaking feelings, you know." Sebastian said.

"Oh, that's great." Bucky said, his curiousity piqued.

"Yeah. I brought it with me, the book. I can lend it to you later on. Who knows, it might help you." Sebastian said.

"Oh, thank you Sebastian." Bucky nodded gratefully.

"No problem, Bucky." Sebastian smiled.

"I used to have nightmares too of my mom. She was right in front of me when she was dusted off." Sebastian said with a sad faraway look in his eyes.

"Oh, that's really awful." Bucky said in concern.

"Yeah, for the first two years after she was gone I would have the recurring nightmare of seeing her dusted off in front of me, almost every night." Sebastian sighed.

"Wow. That must be really tough." Bucky commented, a little surprised that he and Sebastian had that in common. He knew how it felt to have recurring nightmares for years. He wouldn't wish it on anyone.

"Yeah. I started corresponding to Hussain through his Instagram page. He is a moslem, and he recommended to me to start praying to God every night before I go to sleep. I wasn't much of a religious person. But, I do believe in the existence of God. So, I followed his advice and started praying to God before I go to sleep, asking for his protection from the nightmares. And like a miracle, the nightmares stopped ever since I started praying. You might want to try it." Sebastian said, looking at Bucky meaningfully.

Bucky nodded, deep in thought. It was something he never tried before. Perhaps he could try it.

"Thank you for the suggestion, Sebastian. I might try it." Bucky smiled.

"No problem, Bucky." Sebastian smiled back.

It was something Bucky didn't expect. But he started to like Sebastian. He was.. more similar to him than he thought. And he started to enjoy his company. Maybe he could let him stay longer.

"Hey, you know, if you want to stay longer.. you can." Bucky said.

Sebastian's eyes widened and he grinned in delight.

"Are you sure, Bucky?" he asked.

"Yeah, I mean.. Jonathan is staying for a month. Why don't you stay for a month too. I can teach you until you master the knife flips. And maybe even teach you hand to hand combat and weapons handling." Bucky winked.

"Oh my God! That would be awesome, Bucky!" Sebastian said in delight.

Seeing Sebastian smiled wide made his heart lighter. Guess Wanda and Sam was right. He needed to socialize more. He thought.

After enjoying the waterfall and their bodies felt well rested, they stood up and continued on their hike. Bucky felt glad he took the hike with Sebastian. He left the compound with a heavy heart and went back feeling a weight has been lifted off his heart.

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"If you can make it out of your mind, you can make it anywhere"

Bucky read the words on the poetry book Sebastian lent him and the words seemed to hit him like a ton of bricks. How fitting to his situation those words were. He did, literally, managed to make it out of his mind, survived the brainwashing Hydra subjected him to. Surely, if he could manage that, he could make it anywhere, including getting over his grief of Adriana. He knew the process would take a while. But he was sure now that he could one day remember her and not feeling sad anymore.

He closed the book and put it on his nightstand. He then sat up on his bed and raised his hands and started to pray. He prayed that God would protect him from nightmares that night, and would help heal his heart from grief. After he was done praying, he laid back on the bed and slowly closed his eyes. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

He felt the breeze on his face and the thumping of his racing heart as he rode on an animal through the forest. A horselike animal, but it wasn't exactly a horse. He glanced to his right and saw Adriana, smiling wide at him as she rode next to him on a horselike animal too. Her dark long wavy hair flew behind her. She looked so beautiful that he couldn't help but admire her. But then he looked at the animal she was riding on. Wait, they were riding on goats. Giant screaming goats! The goats suddenly flew up and they broke through the forest, soaring through to the sky above. Bucky held on tight to the goat he was on and suddenly a rainbow like bridge appeared in front of them. The goats charged on and they rode on the rainbow bridge and suddenly a bright light appeared in front of him, blinding him.

Bucky woke up in a start. He opened his eyes and squinted. The light from the sun outside his window blinded his eyes. He closed his eyes again trying to remember the dream. Well, he didn't have a nightmare, that's for sure. He had a good but weird dream of Adriana. He felt happy he could see her being happy. He wondered if somehow he met her in heaven. He shook his head as he thought how crazy it sounded. Heaven surely doesn't have screaming goats in them. He chuckled. If anything, it seemed Thor's screaming goats made an impression in his mind. He wondered where Thor was and whether he probably needed his help. He decided to try and contact him later on, see if he needed his help.

He opened his eyes again and glanced at the clock on his nightstand. It was already 8 am. He overslept. He was usually awake by 7 every day. He ran a hand through his hair and stood up. As soon as he opened the door he heard the sound of music. Sam and Wanda rarely put on music, so it must have been either Sebastian or Jonathan, he thought.

He walked slowly towards the kitchen and his jaw dropped as he saw the scene in front of him. Sebastian was dancing his heart out to a disco song he didn't know. He was holding a knife in his hand and somehow choreographed his dance with the knife. He couldn't help but giggle as he looked at Sebastian. He could understand now why Wanda liked him. He really could make someone happy by just looking at his antics. He continued watching him dance, not wanting to surprise him by announcing that he was there. Sebastian was closing his eyes when he did the dance but then he opened his eyes and abruptly stopped dancing once he noticed Bucky was there.

"Oh God, you surprised me!" Sebastian said, putting down the knife on the kitchen table and holding his chest in surprise.

"Sorry, Sebastian. I didn't want to stop you from dancing. Go on, please continue." Bucky said, giving him an amused smile.

"Oh no.. I can't.. God, I'm so embarassed." Sebastian's face reddened and he held the side of his face with his hand in shame.

"Don't be, you were great." Bucky said, clapping Sebastian's back as he passed him on his way to get some coffee. Sebastian sat on a stool and buried his face with his hands. He was still embarassed it seemed.

"Where is everybody?" Bucky asked after he had gotten his coffee.

"Umm.. Wanda went to Dr.Strange's place. She said he asked her to come help with some problems with creatures from another dimension, or something. Jonathan and Sam went out on a run." Sebastian explained.

"Oh okay." Bucky said as he sipped his coffee.

"So, what are your plans today?" Sebastian asked, finally recovering from being embarrassed.

"Well, there is one thing I can do that I haven't shown you yet." Bucky said with a glimmer in his eyes.

"Oh, cool. What is that?" Sebastian asked curiously.

"I actually can fly a plane." Bucky said, smiling.

"Oh wow! That's so cool!" Sebastian exclaimed excitedly.

"Yeah. I learned how to fly as preparation to face the Kree invasion. I can take you on a ride on the quinjet today if you want." Bucky said.

"Oh my God!! That would be awesome!" Sebastian whooped in delight, making Bucky chuckle. More and more he felt Sebastian was like a little brother he never had. And he felt happy about it somehow.

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Avengers Compound, New York - September 2024

Time seemed to fly by so fast. Bucky didn't realize it but it was almost a month that Sebastian stayed at the compound. His presence made a major change in Bucky. He was laughing and smiling more and he never had a nightmare ever since he did what Sebastian had suggested to him. They had grown close and Bucky saw him like he was his own little brother.

It was not just Bucky that was affected. Wanda also experienced a major change. She and Sebastian officially started dating after two weeks of getting to know each other, surprising everyone. Not a day went by now that a smile was plastered on Wanda's face. An 180 degree change from the way she used to be.

Sam was really delighted to see the change in both Bucky and Wanda. He never expected Sebastian could bring so much positive change for his friends.

Sebastian himself was really happy to be at the compound. Bucky taught him almost all of the skills he had, including flying planes. But of course, Sebastian wasn't allowed to pilot a real plane. He practiced using simulators. Sebastian proved to be quite like a sponge. He absorbed everything Bucky taught him quickly. It didn't take long for him to finally be able to flip real knives, shoot with real guns and took on Bucky with his hand to hand combat skills.

Three days before his last day at the compound, Sebastian took the ultimate test, the test at the obstacle course. He managed to pass it with almost perfect score. He only missed two Hydra agents and scored only 80 on the hanging rope. But he passed the other obstacles in flying colors even though his time was longer than the others. Sebastian had proven to Bucky that he could play him in the movie very well. He could, even replace Bucky as an Avenger if he wanted, Bucky thought one day.

Bucky entered the penthouse that afternoon after meeting with the rest of the Avengers in preparation for a mission they were going to do. Someone had been selling illegal weapons and high tech gadgets in the black market in Madripoor. Sam asked Bucky to come along to investigate. Some intel had shown that the weapons and gadgets had the SHIELD and Stark Tech trademark on them. Making them suspicious that there was a mole in their midst. Bucky thought it was probably the same mole that had leaked intel about Adriana and Leila to The Flag Smashers before they were kidnapped. Sam also asked Torres and Clint to come along. They were scheduled to leave the next morning.

As soon as he opened the door to the penthouse, his eyes widened upon seeing the scene in front of him. Wanda and someone who looked exactly like him, down to the hair style and vibranium arm, were kissing on the sofa in the living room.

"Ahem.." Bucky cleared his throat and folded his hands in front of him.

Wanda and the man broke apart and both looked at Bucky in shame.

"Sorry.. Bucky.." the man said sheepishly.

"If you guys don't mind.. please get a room." Bucky gave them a stern look.

"Yeah sorry, Bucky. Come on, Sebastian, let's go to my room." Wanda said and she stood up, pulling Sebastian up with her.

Yup, the man who looked exactly like Bucky was Sebastian. He had just gotten a haircut the day before, exactly like Bucky's haircut. He also had put on a fake vibranium arm made by people on the movie production company. He had just come back from a test screen which explained his complete look as Bucky.

Seeing Wanda and Sebastian kissing felt strange to Bucky. It felt like he was watching himself. Not to mention the fact that the new love birds were joined at the hip, making him somewhat jealous. Looking at them made him miss Adriana. How much he wished she was still alive.

"Wait, before you guys go, I have to tell you something." Bucky said, motioning for them to take a seat.

"What's going on, Bucky?" Wanda asked as soon as she sat back down on the sofa. Sebastian sat back down next to her.

"Sam and I are going on a mission to Madripoor tomorrow. So, you guys are going to be on your own here. Well.. not truly on your own because Jonathan is here, of course." Bucky said.

"Oh okay." Sebastian nodded.

"Why aren't you guys asking me to come too?" Wanda asked.

"It's just a small mission, Wanda. We're already asking Torres and Clint to come. Besides, we need you here to accompany Sebastian and Jonathan. We can't leave them alone." Bucky said.

"Oh well.. Okay." Wanda said, nodding her head.

"Wait, how long are you guys going to go?" Sebastian asked.

"About two days. Why?" Bucky replied.

"Well, the day after tomorrow will be our last day here. So.." Sebastian trailed.

"Oh..yeah.. don't worry, we'll make sure we'll be back by then." Bucky said.

"Okay, great." Sebastian smiled.

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Sebastian looked up to see the quinjet hovering in front of him, materializing slowly from thin air. He could see Clint and Torres in the cockpit. Bucky and Sam stood next to him, waiting for the quinjet to land. Clint was taking it out for a test with Torres earlier that morning before they left for Madripoor. The engineers at SHIELD just added some new features and Clint wanted to test them out before they go.

The quinjet slowly landed on the ground without making any sound. One of the new features of it was the near silent sound it made. It also has a cool new invisibility feature, courtesy of Shuri and the Wakandans. It was a perfect plane to do stealth missions, just like what they were about to do.

"See you in a couple of days, Sebastian." Bucky turned towards Sebastian and clapped his left shoulder where he still wore the fake vibranium arm. Sebastian had decided to keep wearing the fake vibranium arm in order to learn more about doing daily activities with it. He decided to combine a little of method acting with the Meisner technique he usually used. Hoping it would yield a better performance from him.

"See you, Bucky. Careful out there." Sebastian replied, clapping Bucky's shoulder in return.

"Yeah, thanks." Bucky nodded.

Sebastian said his good bye to Sam, then they walked towards the quinjet, leaving him and Jonathan to watch them in awe.

"Do you think they'll let us pilot the quinjet one day?" Jonathan asked.

"Oh I'm sure they will.. we should ask them once they get back. Tell them it's a farewell gift for us. You know, with the invisibility feature it would be cool to have them drop us off at our apartments." Sebastian winked.

"Oh, that's a good idea." Jonathan nodded and smiled.

Moments later they watched as the quinjet took flight and turned invisible right before their eyes, leaving them staring only at the white clouds up above.

"So, shall we start the hike now?" Jonathan asked, turning his head to Sebastian.

"Yeah, sure. Let's go." Sebastian said and they turned on their heels and left the air field heading towards the exit of the compound.

Sebastian and Jonathan decided to go on a hike that morning while Wanda was away at Dr.Strange's place at the Sanctum Sanctorum. Dr.Strange appeared at the penthouse that morning, coming out of a large golden circle, surprising Sebastian as he and Wanda were eating breakfast at the kitchen. Apparently there was some problems relating to the Multiverse that Dr.Strange needed Wanda to help him with. He promised that it wouldn't take long and that Wanda would return in the afternoon.

As much as he loved dating a superhero like Wanda, it was quite disturbing to see her being suddenly called to go on missions. He wondered whether it would work for them in the long run. He knew Wanda was one of the most powerful Avengers there were and that she could take care of herself. But Sebastian couldn't help but felt worried about her. That was also one of the reasons why he worked so hard with Bucky to learn hand to hand combat and weapons handling. He wanted to be able to protect Wanda if anything should happen to her.

They took the same trail Bucky and Sebastian took three weeks ago. After that initial hike, he went on several more hikes with Bucky, Sam, Wanda and Jonathan. They even turned it into a competition one day to see who could finish first. Theoretically, Bucky should have won seeing how he was the only super soldier among them. But it turned out that Sam won. He was gloating about it and wouldn't stop bragging for a couple of days. Deep down Sebastian felt Bucky deliberately lost to make Sam feel happy. Sam just received some bad news from his family that he needed some positive thing in his life. It warmed his heart to see Bucky's gesture to Sam. Clearly, Sam meant a lot to him, just like Sebastian felt about some of his best friends from college.

It took them about one and a half hours to reach the waterfall. They walked at a brisk pace. Having had many physical exercises as part of their preparation for their roles made them able to walk faster and had better strength and endurance. They were able to walk non stop from the compound and only stopped at the waterfall.

They stopped by the waterfall and drank from their water bottles. Sebastian was just finished drinking and was about to sit on the ground when he noticed his shoelace was untied. He knelt down to tie it and that was when he heard it. A zing sound like from a laser gun reached his ears and he felt something hot passed his head. The water in the pond in front of him suddenly seemed to heat up as vapor started to appear on the surface.

"Jonathan, run!" He yelled out loud when he realized they were being attacked.

"What's going on?!" Jonathan asked as they ran quickly through the forest. The sound of the laser gun chased them and the laser beams coming out of it hit trees and the ground beneath their feet, leaving scorch marks on the trees and the ground.

"I don't know!" Sebastian yelled back as they continued running through the forest as fast as they could.

He suddenly felt something hot burning his right arm. Whoever it was that was shooting at them successfully grazed his arm with the laser beam.

"Ouch!" He yelled in pain as he glanced at his right arm. A patch of skin on his arm had burned, leaving black and red scorch marks on them. He tried to hold the pain as he continued to run quickly through the forest, hoping they could find somewhere to hide.

He saw an abandoned wooden house in front of him and quickly went in along with Jonathan, closing the door behind him. A laser beam hit the door of the house and burnt a hole through it, missing his head by mere inches. He quickly ducked and ran to the nearest room in the house.

The sound of lasers finally stopped as they hid in the abandoned room. They kept their head down to avoid being seen through the window as whoever it was who was chasing them seemed to be walking nearer to the house.

Sebastian looked around, trying to find something in the house that could be used as a weapon. But the house was empty, devoid of anything. He looked down and saw that parts of the wooden floor had been broken. He pulled one plank of wood from the floor, leaving a rusted nail at the end. Jonathan followed his example and pulled out another wooden plank from the floor, ready to use it to defend himself.

Suddenly the front door was opened and they could hear footsteps entering the house. Heart pounding hard in his chest, he gestured to Jonathan to hide beside one side of the door of the room while he hid on the other side. They prepared themselves to attack whoever it was that had been attacking them.

Moments went by as their attacker made their way throughout the house, trying to find them. Their attacker finally stopped in front of the room they were in.

"Ready?" Sebastian mouthed at Jonathan. Jonathan nodded.

Slowly their attacker appeared through the door. Sebastian's jaw dropped as he saw the attacker. He was tall and burly, about 7 feet tall, a feet taller than himself. But it was his skin color that surprised him the most. Their attacker had blue skin. A Kree was attacking them! Sebastian thought in disbelief.

Before the Kree had any chance to notice them, Sebastian and Jonathan hit his head and body with the wooden planks, surprising the Kree. They continued to hit him and Sebastian's rusted nail successfully wounded the Kree on multiple spots on his body. But the Kree was strong. They naturally was built as strong as a human super soldier. He grabbed Sebastian's wooden plank, broke it into two and was just about to grab Sebastian by the neck but Sebastian ducked and rammed his head into the Kree's stomach, pushing him to a wall and the fragile wooden wall crumbled away, making the Kree fell on his back onto the floor. Before he got the chance to get up, Sebastian kicked him hard on the groin. The Kree held his groin with his hands and grunted in pain. Sebastian then quickly ran out of the house with Jonathan following close by.

"Where are we going?" Jonathan asked in between his breath as they ran into the safety of the forest.

"We need to get back to the compound. Get some help." Sebastian replied breathlessly.

Suddenly the sound of laser beams reached their ears again. The Kree had recovered and just walked out of the house, shooting lasers at them. Sebastian continued running while ducking his head.

There was a large boulder up ahead. Sebastian ran to hide behind it and grabbed Jonathan to hide too. Heart beating hard in his chest, he listened quietly, trying to gauge if the Kree was still coming their way or not.

The Kree had stopped shooting lasers at them. He walked very slowly towards where they were. His footsteps almost couldn't be heard. But then he stepped on a branch lying on the ground and the sound gave Sebastian an idea of where he was which was about thirty feet from where they were.

"We should split up. You go on ahead back to the compound while I distract him." Sebastian whispered to Jonathan.

"What? No no.. I'm staying." Jonathan shook his head vigorously.

"Come on.. that's the only way we can get some proper help." Sebastian whispered again.

Jonathan sighed and finally nodded.

"Be careful." Jonathan whispered and he gave Sebastian a hug. Sebastian hugged him back and then gestured his head to the side, beckoning Jonathan to go to that direction while he distracted the Kree to the other direction. Jonathan nodded in understanding.

Sebastian braced himself and stole a peek from behind the boulder. The Kree was standing not far from where he was. He took the time to study the Kree. He had long braided hair pulled up in a half up half down style. His eyes seemed to be yellow and his nose wide. He wore a tight black suit with blue designs on them and a big blue star on the chest. He was holding a laser gun looking like a small rifle.

Sebastian looked around trying to find some rocks. He grabbed a small rock and a bigger one. He then threw the small rock as far away as possible to his right. The sound of the rock hitting the ground attracted the Kree. He walked slowly towards the sound, passing the large boulder Sebastian and Jonathan was hiding behind. Sebastian held on to the large rock with his hand and once the Kree had walked past him, his back to him, Sebastian quickly ran to the Kree and hit his head with the rock. Jonathan ran to the other side, trying to get back to the compound.

The Kree fell down onto the ground as he became unconscious once he was hit by the large rock. Sebastian walked closer to him, intending to study him. He had never seen a Kree up close before. During the invasion, he had hid in an underground bunker right under his apartment. So he missed all the fighting happening up on the surface of the city and didn't see a single Kree.

He was about to pick up the laser gun that had fallen on the ground right next to the Kree's hand when the Kree opened his eyes and grabbed Sebastian by the neck with both his hands. Choking and gasping for air, Sebastian tried to loosen the Kree's grip on his neck with his hands but The Kree was really strong. His mind worked frantically trying to find a solution to get out of the deadly situation. He suddenly remembered a technique Bucky taught him to get out of a choke hold and decided to use it. He put both his hands underneath the Kree's outstretched arms, put his thumbs on the Kree's eyes and the rest of his fingers on the Kree's head. With as much force as he could he pulled the Kree's head to his head, hitting the Kree's forehead with his own. The contact from the Kree's head to his own was more painful than he expected but it did the job, the Kree let his hands go from Sebastian's neck and grunted in pain.

With his head still spinning around, Sebastian quickly ran away from the Kree. The Kree stood up slowly and grabbed his laser gun. He then took off in pursuit of Sebastian, shooting laser beams at Sebastian's direction.

Sebastian ran as fast as he could but he was starting to get exhausted. His legs burnt from the pain of continuous running. He stopped as he reached the edge of the forest and a large meadow was in front of him. There was no way he could run onto the meadow. He could be like a sitting duck out there. So he ran to the side and hid behind a large tree.

The Kree stopped running several feet away from him, knowing Sebastian had also stopped. He held his laser gun up on his shoulder with both hands, aiming it at the front while he slowly walked around, trying to find Sebastian.

Heart beating fast in his chest Sebastian tried to quietly go back into the forest, but his feet stepped on a branch and the Kree immediately knew where he was. He ducked as the Kree started to shoot lasers at him. He felt the burn as one of the laser beam hit his thigh. As he tried to hold the pain, he continued to walk away from the Kree, hiding among trees. But the Kree successfully caught up to him. Before the Kree had the chance to attack him again, Sebastian quickly grabbed the laser gun from the Kree's hands and pointed it upwards. Some laser beams was shot upwards, hitting the leaves on the trees and setting them on fire, leaving a trail of smoke up above their heads. With as much force as possible Sebastian tried to keep the laser gun pointed away from him, but when he was focused too much on it, the Kree kicked his legs and he fell to the ground. The Kree then pointed the laser gun on Sebastian's chest and shot it, leaving a hole in his chest. Sebastian felt the burn on his chest and his eyes widened as the flicker of life was extinguished from his eyes.

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Torfa, Outskirts of Greater Magellanic Cloud - July 2024

Not long after the ship went into warp, it went out of warp and Adriana was jolted on her seat to the front but was thankfully pulled back to her seat by the safety belts. The ship flew slowly towards a mostly brown planet with silver rings surrounding it. Her eyes widened as they flew closer to the planet's surface.

Thick fog welcomed them as they flew in closer to the surface. Yon-Rogg turned the front light of the ship on and Adriana could see the planet's surface. There was a large body of water on it and barren land. She could also see what looked like a forest in the distance. They passed some curious structures, like the remains of temples from previous civilization. They flew over it and Yon-Rogg steered the ship towards a mountain. After sometime Yon-Rogg landed the ship in front of a cave on the mountain.

"Welcome to Torfa." He said, turning to her and smiling at her.

"Torfa.. " Adriana trailed, the name of the planet didn't ring a bell at all in her mind.

"Yes." Yon-Rogg said as he unbuckled his safety belt, stood up and walked towards her.

Adriana looked down and tried to unbuckle her own safety belt but couldn't.

"Here's how you do it." Yon-Rogg said, leaning down to help her. His hand brushed on hers as he tried to unbuckle her safety belt and for a split second she could see that he seemed to be blushing again. She really wondered what the nature of their relationship was.

"Thanks." Adriana said after Yon-Rogg successfully unbuckle her safety belt.

"You're welcome." He said again and he gave her another small smile.

They went out of the ship and Adriana could feel cold wind blowing around them. They were quite high up on the mountain which explained the cold. She wrapped herself with her arms and followed Yon-Rogg as they walked towards the cave.

"Can you tell me why we're here?" Adriana asked as they entered the cave.

Yon-Rogg didn't answer her as he walked further into the cave. He pulled out what looked like a flashlight and pointed it into the cave. After making sure that the cave was empty, he guided Adriana to sit on the ground and he sat in front of her.

"Una, I'm now going to tell you everything you need to know. I hope by the end of it you will understand more of what is going on. And hopefully will forgive me for what I'm about to do." Yon-Rogg said and Adriana nodded. This was what she was waiting for.

"Your name is Una-Ver. You are part of a special elite task force in the Kree military called Starforce. I am your leading commander. We have been ordered by Supreme Intelligence to invade earth and after years of preparation we finally went to earth. Unfortunately, despite all of our preparations, we failed in our attempt to invade earth. We lost almost all of the members of the Starforce. We lost 90% of our sentries and 70% of our fighter pilots. People of earth had prepared well in anticipation of our attack and they were not as weak as we thought they were. Seeing how they were so prepared, Supreme Intelligence and I suspected there is a mole in our ranks. Someone who has been leaking information to the people on earth. Supreme Intelligence believes that the mole is.. you." Yon-Rogg said, staring at her with no emotion in his eyes.

"What?! I'm a mole?!" Adriana exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes. And that brings us to now. I'm sorry, Una.. you know I can never betray Supreme Intelligence. His wish is my command. I'm sorry that I have to do this." Yon-Rogg said as he stood up, pulled out a laser gun from a holster on his waist and pointed it to Adriana's head.

Adriana froze as she felt the cold laser gun on her temple. Her mind couldn't think, couldn't process what she was just told. The only thing she could do was surrender. If she really was a mole, then she deserved to die. She closed her eyes, waiting for death to come and take her away.

Chapter 6 >

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fanfic #bucky x oc #avengers #avengers fanfic #avengers fanfiction #winter soldier #winter soldier fanfic #winter soldier fanfiction

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Tumblr Post Tuesday 10/24

Where and how do you see ableism and/or disability erasure in your media AND in the fandom for that media?

Ableism and disability erasure happens extremely often in Marvel movies. Because most of the main characters have superpowers, the way their powers are portrayed often come into conflict with disability. For example, Hawkeye has been canonically deaf in the comics for a long time, and some of the most famous comic runs for his character feature plots in which he is grappling with his new disability. However, in all of the movies, this was never a featured aspect of his character. He didn't get much screentime or development as a character anyway, but the erasure of his disability left many fans rightfully upset at the lack of representation. However, in the new Hawkeye DisneyPlus series, with more screentime (and perhaps in response to the fans' outcry), the showrunners made Hawkeye deaf and explored his grappling with his new disability as someone who had been able-bodied for much of his life. It wasn't perfect disabled representation, but it finally acknowledged the character's comic book history and gave fans some disabled representation. Alternatively, superpowers have often been used to cancel out, "cure," or erase disability in some way. For example, one of the most famous blind heroes in pop culture, Matt Murdock/Daredevil, may be blind, but his heightened senses essentially make up for his disability and even make him better at navigation and other things than the average able-bodied person. His blindness becomes more of a cover when he needs to hide his identity, reinforcing the negative stereotype that disability is a superpower or something a person can shed when needed.

In the Marvel fandom, fans tend to reflect the ableism from the movies. Many tend to romanticize disability, especially in fanfiction. There are entire tags and genres of fanfic like kinkfic and hurt/comfort fics that are centered on self-insert narratives in which readers take care of disabled characters. Bucky Barnes is one of the biggest victims of this, being a character who has been fetishized by the fan community. Fanart usually includes his prosthetic, not typically omitting it, and when his prosthetic is absent in fanart or fanfic, emphasizing his disability, he is then promptly infantilized. Fans express wanting to take care of him when he doesn't bear his metal arm prosthetic, which can come across as quite problematic. Moreover, the ableism often coincides with racism in the fan community. Bucky Barnes is a white man, which is likely one of the reasons he is discussed most often in romantic/sexual spaces because his whiteness is viewed as more desirable. Characters of color who may be disabled never get as much attention as white ones in most fan spaces. Matt Murdock is another white disabled character whose disability was often the subject of sexualization—the scene in which he feels Karen's face to "see" her in the show sparked many to falsely think this was how blind people learned to recognize faces and they romanticized the moment, many wishing they would encounter someone who would touch their face in the same way.

2. What are some ways that we can make fandom more accessible?

The best way that we can make fandom more accessible is by listening to and uplifting the voices of disabled people. Fans with disabilities are a huge part of the community, yet their voices are often silenced and/or ignored by other fans. The fact that fandom activity often takes place on the Internet, which is more accessible than physical spaces, helps, and allows for the ideas of disabled fans' to be shared across large distances and to many audiences. But fans need to choose to listen to them and instead of dragging down their takes by centering themselves, to empathize with other perspectives and acknowledge when they are wrong. If more disabled fans have larger platforms with fans who want to listen instead of argue needlessly, then studios might hear their critiques and work on making their media more inclusive.

#theofficeofdocmalone #Fandom Studies #COM255

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whtwclf · 1 year

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@brooklynislandgirl ★ -— 𝙰 𝚂 𝙺 𝙴 𝙳 : ❝ 38. What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others ? Why ? ❞

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - it isn’t that Bucky Barnes lacks the intellect to speak to various academic fields of study or just in a scholarly sort of approach, but it isn’t his default, and it takes a certain shift in his mental gears. Moreover, the people he surrounds himself with Bucky also considers to be evermore intelligent in those scholarly sorts of subjects and dialogues. Though he’s still entirely confident in his ability to think more strategically in a very real-time, practical way then almost anyone sitting and waxing on the societal effects and reception of works like ‘The Catcher in The Rye’. Which is a book he liked, he just doesn’t think it warrants this much discourse all these years later.

#✩ 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 :#✩ 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂 & 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 :#✩ 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙻𝚈𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 :

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knowlesian · 3 years

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DOMESTIC BOAT AU IS CANON???????

DOMESTIC BOAT AU IS CANON, MOTHERFUCKERS

WE DID IT, WE SOMEHOW MANIFESTED THIS, HOW DID WE DESERVE THIS WONDER AND GLORY AND HUGS WITH CHINS ON SHOULDERS

i have zero chill, i will never have chill ever again because

and it really cannot be said enough

DOMESTIC BOAT AU IS CANON.

#tfatws spoilers #sambucky #I AM IN AWE #IT IS NEARLY FOUR AM #WHO FUCKING CARES #SLEEP?#WHAT IS SLEEP #NEVER HEARD OF HER #DOMESTIC! BOAT! AU! IS! CANON!#I WILL LIVE IN THIS SHIP'S HEART #DIE IN ITS LAP #AND BE BURIED IN ITS EYES #MOREOVER (MUCH LIKE BUCKY)#I WILL GO WITH IT TO ITS UNCLE'S COOKOUT #fuuuuuuuck you guys #F U C K.

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『𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭』

note : my requests are OPEN! Feel free to send me story requests

pairings : bucky barnes x reader

word count : 1k

summary : bucky is having lunch with Nakajima after 2 years of not talking with him. Yori wants him to go on a date with Leah (the bartender) but encounters a pleasant surprise.

warnings : slight mention of loss and murder, just fluff

*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡

It has been two years since Bucky told Yori Nakajima about his son. He was his last amend and the hardest one. Bucky had killed his son during a mission. ‘’No witnesses’’ Hydra ordered him and he obeyed. But that wasn’t Bucky it was the Winter Soldier. Bucky was buried somewhere inside the mind of that evil person a puppet for Hydra. Fist of Hydra. Yori was totally ruined after realizing he was going to lunch with the person who killed his son even though it wasn’t James Buchanan Barnes.

Now James was sitting in the sushi bar where they used to have lunch. Nakajima had called him to come and have lunch with him. He told him that he had finally accepted the death of his son and that Bucky wasn’t the one who did it. James was a bit nervous but he also felt peaceful. Leah was still there the bartender. She was quite surprised to see James there again after two years but a part of her was happy too. Yori was sitting next to Bucky talking about how no one made it past 90 years old. ‘’What a loss’’ Bucky thought. Being a human over 100 years old wasn’t a dream. You live longer than your family and friends, you live and see them die one by one while you are just there existing and keeping all your emotions bottled up inside you. For two years, nothing much had changed but Bucky was still keeping secrets from Yori. They weren’t those dark deep secrets they were happy secrets, secrets that warmed his heart every time he got home.

‘’My son loved red bean mochi.’’ Nakajima broke the silence. Bucky knew he had told him once but this time there was something different in the way he said it. There wasn’t a sad tone but pure love and adoration. He even smiled at the memory. At that moment, James understood the softness of his words. This softness was possible because of him and the fact that he had told him the truth. Freeing him from the thoughts haunting Yori’s head about how his son died and who had killed him. Bucky had made many amends but he never saw these people again so he didn’t know how important they were for some people. Now while sitting with Yori he could clearly see how his amends made someone’s life better. Even if it was only one person, it was still giving him pleasure. A thought of how his life has changed over the years, how he has changed and what he had achieved.

‘’You should start dating. You are older than I am and you still don’t have a woman.’’ Yori advised him with a slight note of judgment.

‘’I – um’’ Should he tell him or maybe keep it a secret for a bit longer. Before he could answer, Yori was already arranging his date with Leah.

‘’Here Leah is a good woman. Moreover, I think she likes you a lot and she would be happy to go on a date with you, wouldn’t she?’’ Nakajima started talking to Leah. She just smiled.

Suddenly the sound of shoes was echoing through the bar. It wasn’t a harsh sound it was pleasant like the person who they belonged to was very small.

‘’Daddy! Daddy!’’ Bucky turned around seeing his 4 years old son running to the place where he was sitting. A huge smile appeared on Bucky's face when the little human-made grabby hands so he can take him in his lap.

‘’Hey, big guy! Where is your Ma?’’ Bucky asked his son slightly worried.

‘’I’m here Buck. Your son should stop making me run after him it’s not like I can do that.” You joked while trying to catch your breath. You were heavily pregnant with twins at the end of the seventh month. It was tricky being alone with your son because you couldn’t do much especially when all he wanted was to run around.

‘’Mama is pregnant, baby. She is carrying two little humans inside her belly and we have to make sure we take good care of her so you can have healthy brothers or sisters.’’ Bucky explained to him taking him off his lap and placing him on the stool next to his. He stood up and walked towards you, placing his hand on your belly protectively while leaning to give you a quick kiss on the lips. ‘’Come sit, my love. You need to rest.’’

When you both settled down into your places, you both realized how Nakajima and Leah were looking at your little family. Surprised feathers were highlighting their faces.

‘’This is my wife Y/N, my son Steve and these little ones here who we don’t know the gender of but I think they are girls,’’ Bucky elucidated which made you chuckled happily.

‘’You must be Nakajima and Leah. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.’’ You gave both of them a handshake.

‘’I was just telling James how he needs to find a woman and even arranged a date for him and Leah. Now I understand what his big secret is. What a lovely little family you both have.’’ Nakajima smiled looking at Steve who was a little bit shy interacting with new people.

‘’You are very beautiful Y/N. Seriously I haven’t seen a more beautiful woman than you. Literally saw the light when you entered.’’ Leah turned to you with those lovely words.

‘’Thank you but with this round belly I’m anything but beautiful.’’ You both giggled at your joke.

'’Hey, you are carrying two children what more beautiful than that.’’ Bucky looked at you love all written on his features, hand never leaving your belly. You placed your hand over his as an answer and locked your fingers with his.

‘’Steve has a birthday on Sunday why don’t you two come and have some fun with us.’’ You invited Yori and Leah. ‘’It would be great to have you there.’’ Bucky added.

They both accepted. Your next meeting will be on Sunday and everything has to be perfect for your son’s birthday. Bucky’s little soon big family is where his heart belongs. Where he can feel you, kiss you, hear your heartbeat beating just for him and your kids, where he can love you and talk to his kids and love them as if every day is the last.

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profoundtyrantharmony · 2 years

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Title : Love, Blood...Loss ?

Request by @jemmaluvr : A oneshot where the reader is with a poly relationship with the og 6 avengers (+bucky) and she gets shot on a mission and almost dies

Words : around 2960

Warning : FLUFF, Attempt at SMUT (Minors DNI) , slight ANGST

Note : Reader is an Avengers recruited by FURY (after Loki’s invasion in 2012) when she was still a mossaad agent. She quits after having accepted FURY’s offer. Italics means dialogues. I’m not a doctor so it might have medical innacurencies.

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I’ve never thought I’d be this kinda girl falling in love with more than one person at once. I’ve never thought I’d be an Avengers as well. I guess I was wrong for both. It’s not just lust, they are feelings that we can’t possibly deny, we genuinelly love each other so much. It was difficult in the beginning, none of us -except Thor- had ever experience the polyamorous dating thing so we didn’t know what to do and how to do it properly. Personnally, I’ve always known I was bisexual, being attracted by men and women never bothered me, but doing it at the same time scared me a little. Thor was the one coming up with an idea. Since I was to scared to be in a polyamorous relationship that early after meeting them -whereas we’re insanely close to each other- I’ll have to romantically bond with them one or two at a time. That was the best idea, proof is we’re still all together after that many years.

This morning we had a meeting for an upcoming mission in five days. We’ll be gone for maximum two weeks. Again some members of Hydra stole alien tech to build new ones, combined it with the supersoldier serum to create a powerfull weapon. This mission will be tough to handle we already know that, that’s why we appreciate the moment of calmness we can spend together. we have our ritual.

Bruce and Tony usually worked in the lab to prepare the weapon, verified the fonctionnality of Friday and the first aid kit we’ll be bringing with us. Once focus on the work at hand, they usually don’t eat, don’t sleep, so someone has to do something, I'm often the one. It’s been almost an entire day since we last saw the scientific bros. I decide to make both men a sandwich with french fries and some water. When I arrive in the lab Tony was looking at something in a microscope while Bruce was taking a nap on a chair. I put their food on the nearer desk and go to hug Tony from behind.

“I missed you today. I tell him while kissing the side of his neck.

I’m sorry sugar, we’ve been working on this all day...we didn’t see the time passing. He was looking me in the eyes, hugging me and kissing both of my cheeks.

Don’t appologize baby ! You need to rest, eat this and then we can go to be, all the three of us.

Sounds like a plan ! I was leaving his embrace, stroking his goatee affectionately while droping a kiss to the corner of his lips. I go to wake Bruce up by whispering sweet nothing to his hear.

Time to wake up my sweet, the day is over you’ll need to rest. I was both stroking his thighs and back simultaneously.

Y/n what happened ? He seems disoriented from sleep, it is a cute thing to watch.

Don’t worry, nothing is happening, you have to eat something and then we’ll go to bed.” I take him in my arms stroking him lightly.

Once they both finish eating, we go in my room to spend the night. We undress each other naked and lay bare for the other two to see. I am in the middle, we are grabing, touching, kissing each others. There is nothing overly sexual, not this time at least, but it is nice being between the arms of the men you desire. The three of us fall asleep lulling by the rythmic sounds of our heartbeats.

The next day I decide to spend time with Clint and Natasha. None of them had a good start in life, moreover they had fight an unhealthy amount of time during their life. I want to do something for them for a change. That’s why I prepare my room to receive them for a spa day. Everything is set to place, it am only missing one thing, the both of them. As I was searching for them all around the compound, I finally find them in Clint’s quarter reminding themselves of bad memories. They both look sad and guilty about something I know nothing about. I come to them silently until they see me. I gave them a huge hug and explain to them what I have in mind.

“You don’t need to do that y/n/n, we still love you all the same if not more. Clint says with a smile.

I don’t feel myself oblige to do anything my love, I say caressing the side of his neck, I do it because I love you, I then make eye contact with Nat, the both of you.”

I take them both by their hands and lead them to my room. Once inside I ask them to lay on the bed.

“Take off your clothes my heart and lay on your stomach, I demand to Nat, you my love may you lay on your back.” I passionately kiss the both of them.

I am starting to pour some oil on Nat’s back, then I begin massaging her tenderly. While doing it I couldn’t stop myself and lick the path of her spine. I hear her moan at this, which make me smile a little. when I finish her massage, she turne around to take me in her arms as well as Clint. As for Clint, I was straddling his lap and pour some more oil on my hands. I then rub his torso and let my fingers linger on his nipples. I hear him gasp and I gently apply more pression on them. he was starting to become vocal, I take his nipple in my mouth while playing with the other. Nat was kissing all over his torso while I was focusing on his nipples. He is a panting and moaning mess.

That’s how we get to bed this night , Clint in the middle while Nat and I fervently kissed him goodnight.

The day after I decide to go the American Museum of National History with my favorite supersoldiers. I know they both love history that’s how I’ve got this idea. I also want this to be special so I ask for it to be pivatized. When I had confirmation from the museum, I run up to warn them. They are training in hands combat when I enter.

“Gentlemen ! They both look in my direction once they hear my voice.

What’s up doll ? Steve ask as he aproach me. We hugged each other and I stretch one of my hand to link my fingers with Bucky’s.

I privatize the American Museum of National History for the three of us, I just need you to take a shower and we can go !” I was grinning at them. They are happy and couldn’t stop smiling at me.

When they finish to shower they come to me, the both of them ready to go. I take Steve by his arm and give him a side hug while holding Bucky by his belt loop.

Are you ready ?

For you doll without doubt ! Bucky says smirking down at me.

Don’t look at me like that honey or we won’t make it to the museum. I tell him our nose almost touching, the gap between us slowly disapearing by our kiss.

Not that it bothers me, but...I’m here too you know !? Steve says a bit shyly his cheek becoming red the more I look at him.

Come on handsome, let me show you how much I love you.” At my words he comes straight in my arms. I take his face in my hands and start lavishing his face in kisses ending it with a deep, intense and loving kiss on his lips.

The day in the museum si absolutely amazing, I learn so many new things and I got to spend time with the ones I love so deeply. When the time to return to the compound arrive we decide that we will go to steve’s bedroom that night.

We fall asleep together, me on my back while strocking Steve’s hair as Bucky was kissing me and giving us a side hug. It was warm, lovely.

The night before the last Thor ask me if I want to go stargazing with him from the roof of the compound. I clearly know nothing about astrology an all of this, but the fact that Thor ask me is enough for me. He prepare everything, lounge chairs, blankets, pillows and obviously snaks. Everything looks so cozy, perfect for a romantic evening. Usually I’m the one preparing this kind of moment -he tends to be lost with midgardians way of courting- and I love it, it enables me to make it the most perfect evening it can be, even if he settles for little.

“Are you confortable my lady ? Do you need more blankets ? He is being considerate.

Yummy bear, I just need your body next to me as you cuddle the life out of me while telling me stories of the stars and Asgard.”

He comes next to me, cuddle me on my side while covering me entirely. We eat some poptarts, drink juice and speak about nothing and everything. As the night goes on we are beginning to whisper our love for one another, gently kissing his nose and lips, he iis stroking all of my body, I am beginning to feel hot as well as him. I am palming himself under the covers, he iis panting really hard. After some times of not platonic cuddling we calm ourselves and talk some more about his life, his adventures, his familly.

We should go to bed yummy bear it’s getting late an I’m a bit sleepy. I yawns while speaking.

Of course my queen !” He is caressing my hair while kissing the top of my head. He then take me in his arm bridal style and bringing to his room. He take off my clothe and do the same with his own, he then spoon me for the rest of the night lightly pecking my neck during the night.

As much as we like and love our time together -when we are not all together- we also love being together all at once especially before a big mission. We usualy go in Thor or Tony’s room because they have the biggest bed capable of welcoming the eight of us. We spend the evening and the night naked -naked is highly favored by all of us- it allows us more access to the bodies of the ones we cherish. During those nights we kiss, touch, strok, hug, cuddle and more. This night Thor is laying between Steve and Bucky, the three of them on their back. I am laying on my back, on Thor’s torso. Seeing each others nakedness make our lust and passion grow. As Thor enters me slowly, intimately I stretche both of my arms to stroke Steve and Bucky’s cock. The amount of pleasure we are starting to feel was unparallele. Soon Natasha comes on my right side and is starting to lick, nibble and suck my tits with a much enjoyable fervour. Steve take advantage of her small frame to change her position so that he pussy is met with a hungry Steve. She gasp in surprise and let out the most beautiful, sinful moan I’ve ever heard. At the same time Tony comes to my other side, sensually kissing my breast while gently kneading it. The same way Steve did to Natasha, Bucky grasp Tony’s ass and hips to place him right in front of his mouth. Bucky is starting to salivate in anticipation, he then take Tony in his mouth -first licking the throbbing vein, then sucking the leaking tip until Tony is a moaning mess- and starts playing with his ring muscle until he could insert his fingers. As for Clint he starts to stimulate my pulsating clit -I am so sensitive it makes me moan hoarsely- in order to enter me just like Thor did. Once he iis seated inside me, the feel of Thor’s cock and my walls squeezing him was almost to much for him to handle. He rest his face in the valley of my breast moaning like crazy. This sight of him was so out of charactere it makes Tony and Natasha melt and slopilly kiss the side of his head. Bruce himself was licking Clint’s ass an poking his thumb inside of him. When he is ready, he strikes his cock a few times before entering Clint, the intense and sudden pleasure is like nothing he has ever known. The once silent room was now replace by a moaning symphony. The sound of skin against skin, smooching kisses, groans, moans, growls, trembling limbs...all of this lead to the most frenzied orgasm imaginable. It feels like home.

Hydra Base

We arrive at the base, everything is strangely calm, not a living sound. We decide to be carefull, more than usual. Thor and Tony survey the surrounding through the air. Natasha and Clint get inside first -using the front door- while Steve and Bucky enter the base thanks to an emercency exit located on the other side of the building. Bruce stays in the Quinjet for a code green. I'm the last one to enter, my task is to hack into their system to collect informations about the wereabout of the weapons, the person being part of Hydra... . Everything is fine until it's not. Hydra agents are coming to kill us, that is a trap and we fell into it. We fought against them and we are winning. Thor is using his hammer, thunder coming right from it and his eyes, Tony has destroyed their vehicules so they are all stucked on here with us. Clint and Natasha on the front side of the base while Steve and Bucky do the other side. The Hulk finally comes to smash several Hydra agents. That is a violent combat, blood is spilled everywhere, some agents are moaning in pain and agony. I am not fighting, too busy collecting data. That's why i didn't see the man with a gun behind me.

Suddenly a deafening silence. They don't understand where this gun shot is coming from.

"Where is y/n ? Asks Bruce, worryness in his voice.

She was collecting data, this way ! Natasha answers.

The gun shot we heard was coming from there we have to go and find her !!" Bucky loudly speaks worry tears in his eyes.

As all the Avengers are running to get to me, I am laying unconcious a bulet in my chest. When they find me, scream of horror, sadness and fear could be heard throughout the base. Bruce is the first one to come to me -being a doctor an all- he is trying to see if I have a pulse.

She’s barely alive, her pulse is weak and I think the bullet is still inside of her. We’ll have to get her to medical care urgently !

Thor, get y/n/n to the quinjet, Tony you will bring Bruce with you maybe you could stabilize her ! We will meet you there.”

Once on the quinjet Bruce tries to see if he can remove the bullet from my body. Unfortunately it’s impossible to do it right there with so little medical furnitures. The bullet was lodge close to my heart, one wrong movement and I can bleed out to death. Everyone was in tears, affraid of what could happen to me. Each of them iis touching a part of my body lightly, kissing my hands and face.

Medical Bay

I am still uncouncious but I am safe. The bullet has been removed from my body by doctor Cho herself. But I still won’t wake up.

“Why isn’t she awake yet ! Screams Tony, his hands in his hair never stopping to cry since they found me.

Sometimes it happened, there are not always a reason... Dr Cho explains.

You mean that she might not wake up at all ? Asks Steve, eyes red from crying.

What if I get her to Asgard ?

Even if she’s stable right know, travelling is too unpredictable for her state.” Bruce says lowering his head.

As the conversation goes on about my state, Clint is crying next to me, holding my hands an kissing my forehead. Their sadness surprised everyone, the love they could see in their eyes are like the purest thing in the universe. They all stayed with me during my recovery leaving me only to go shower, eat something and use the bathroom. They are surrounding me, each holding, touching a part of my body.

It’s been more than a week now and still no sign of awakening. They are tired but stayed with me none the less. Some of them -Tony, Nat and Clint- even faint from exhaustion.

One of their ritual since our return is to kiss me goodnight before going to sleep -in the same medical room as me- that way even during the night I’ll stil feel their presence next to me. Each of them took turn kissing me on the lips and whispering their love to my hears. Few seconds after the last kiss I hear the sweet voice of one of my lover whispering “I love you” to my face. I finaly open my eyes.

“I love you too, all of you” I tenderly say with a voice hoarse from disuse.

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Rawhide

Chapter 5: The Simple Life

Episode Summary: A heatwave hits Stark Wood, and that isn’t the only thing leaving you and Steve hot under the collar.

Episode Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Episode Pairings: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader.

W/C: 6.4k

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Chapter 4

It turns out that dating Steve Rogers was actually kinda fun. Not that it should have surprised you all that much, but you found the Alpha to be thoughtful, kind, yet he carried a cheeky schoolboy side. One that liked to poke fun at you on occasions, such as the time he had you fooled that he was taking you to a cattle auction for your first date.

You’d blinked, not knowing what to say until he’d laughed and simply said he was joking, but that he was indeed going to an auction and would very much like it if you went. So you did, and on the way back to the ranch, he swung by a BBQ truck that he swore by. The pair of you loaded up on ribs, slaw and potatoes and sat on the flat bed of his truck, chatting away before laying back and snuggling up with the sunset.

And you allowed him to call it your first date after all.

He wasn’t much for flashy, fancy restaurants, but you knew he’d indulge you if you wanted; you didn’t. You much preferred the rides over the hills with picnics, the nights sat on his porch with beer or curled up on his large sofa with a movie. It was calm, quiet and a far cry from your dating days with Colin which had always been about bars, cinemas, meals. At the time, you’d loved it but now, well you’d grown and changed. And the quiet, simple life that came with Steve suited you down to the ground.

Whilst Natasha and Tony had been smug bastards over the fact you two were ‘together’, none of the other Avengers had batted an eyelid. Sam, Clint, Peter and Bucky had simply responded to seeing the pair of you sharing a quick peck in the barn with raised eyebrows and a few knowing glances, but hadn’t passed a single comment. Banner had reacted in much the same way when he had found out and as for Thor…well, he hadn’t even noticed that you’d been perched on Steve’s knee one Friday at the bar, until Tony had loudly drawn attention to it. The Sherriff had then looked at you both, grinned and boomed out “Congratulations, my friends.”

But the thing you liked the most, was there was absolutely no pressure from him to take things further. Things hadn’t gone beyond a little making out, neither of you ready to take that next step yet. You’d shyly told Steve one night when things got a little heated and there’d been some heavy petting that you weren’t sure when that would be, and he’d simply shook his head and told you it didn’t matter. When he’d walked you back to your cabin, all of three doors down, he’d kissed you goodnight and that had been that.

Simply put, he was unlike any Alpha you’d ever encountered before. Even with Colin you’d slept together less than three weeks after you’d started dating, and had been bonded merely six weeks after that. This…well, this was something completely different.

And it made your heart sing.

Whilst you still took your suppressants, you stopped actively hiding the other natural traits that came with being an Omega, because you didn’t need to. It no longer worried you about people knowing your status. No one in Stark Wood cared, but moreover, word had spread across the town that you were ‘with’ Steve, which meant even if they’d wanted to give you a second glance they wouldn’t dare. You no longer took care to cover your old bond mark, nor did you actively try and supress your instinctual actions. You didn’t try and put on a hard front, you allowed your natural sensitivity and softer side to shine through. When you were with Steve you didn’t shy away from the small, possessive touches he would give you, nor did you stop yourself from keening when he scented you or did something you liked. Your childish, playful side shone through too, which had an impact on your Alpha as he became less serious. Something Bucky and Sam had both commented on. All in all, you embraced your status in a way you couldn’t remember doing before, because being in Stark Wood, and being with Steve, made being an Omega something positive, instead of something you feared. And in turn, this helped your training. You were physically fitter and stronger, and had now managed to ignore two alpha commands successfully, although that was still hit and miss.

While the progression of your relationship felt like it had been months, it had merely been weeks. A pace you were quite fine by, given the nature of the connection you and Steve shared.

July soon ticked into August, bringing with it a three week heatwave. You didn’t mind so much, you were used to that type of weather having grown up in Texas. Sam didn’t mind it too much either, but the rest of the group put up with it for a week or so before they began to start complaining.

“Look, surely its better than rain?” You laughed as you filled the water buckets in the horses’ pastures. Steve leaned against the paddock rail, his elbows resting on the top of the fence, boot placed on the bottom.

“I didn’t say I wanted it to rain,” Steve rolled his eyes at you as you moved the hosepipe to the next bucket, “just that a break in this constant sun would be nice.”

“Hmmm,” you looked up at him, “you do look kinda hot…”

At that Steve grinned. “Yeah.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”

“So you don’t think I’m hot, Darlin’?”

You eyed him for a moment, and then quick as a flash you turned the hosepipe towards him and stuck your thumb over the end causing it to jet straight at him. With a yell Steve jumped back.

“Not now.” You giggled as Steve spluttered, wiping the water off his face. He looked at you as you continued to laugh, and then he simply shook his head.

“You’re dead.” He growled playfully, and with an easy move he had vaulted over the rail fence. You backed away, hosepipe still spraying at him, laughing. He picked up one of the full buckets and with a flick of his arms he’d tossed the water from it in your direction. You twisted a little in an attempt to get away from it, but it hit you straight in the side and you gasped.

“Ohhh fuck, that’s cold!”

“Yeah, no shit!” Steve grabbed the hosepipe from you and held it out to the side as you playfully grabbed his arm. “Get off!”

“No!”

“Omega…”

“Alpha…”

Steve snorted and then flicked his eyebrow up. “Look, there’s only gonna be one winner in all this, and it aint gonna be you.”

“Oh I dunno, that t-shirt going see through is kinda making me think I’ve won already.”

A lopsided grin spread across his face and his arm circled your waist. “That so?”

“Mmmhmm.” You nodded, your palm pressing into the soaked material of the thin grey tee he wore.

“Well, I don’t like losing so…” in a movement that was almost too quick to the eye, Steve stuck the hosepipe down the back of the cap-sleeved, light yellow button down you were wearing and you screamed as the water poured down your heated skin. With a laugh, Steve allowed you to pull free and you jumped back, the water now seeping into the back of your jeans.

“When you two have finished doing your mating dance,” Bucky’s voice was loud and sarcastic and you both turned your heads to look at him, “I need to head to Carvers. We’re running low on oats and grass pellets. If it’s okay with you, thought I’d take the rest of the guys and we could spend the afternoon in Helena. Not much to do round here today.”

“Sure, you err, want me to ring the order through?” Steve asked and Bucky shook his head.

“I got it, I’ll stick it on the account. You just…carry on making your Omega wet.”

“Buck!” Steve groaned as you bit your lip, trying not to laugh. A red flush of embarrassment spread up Steve’s already pink from sunburn neck, and Bucky simply tipped his hat and turned round.

“Looks like it’s just me and you, Cowboy.”

“Yeah,” Steve looked at you, and handed you the hosepipe back, which you pointed back into the now once again empty water bucket, “you wanna do anything?”

“Well, how about we finish off here, then we can pack a picnic and head out for a ride when it cools down? We haven’t been out in a few days.”

“Sounds good.” Steve looked at you. “Do you need me to go to the store?”

“Nah, I got plenty in.” You shrugged. “My fridge isn’t solely reserved for beer, unlike yours.”

“There’s other shit in my fridge, stop exaggerating.”

“What, a packet of ham, butter, an apple and some milk?”

“Exactly, what else would I need considering you take it upon yourself to feed us every night?”

You shrugged and then grinned, “you pay for it all, I merely do the shopping on your account.”

At that Steve laughed and leaned down to give you a quick peck. “I’ll just go catch the guys before they leave and then I should try and sort the invoicing out in the barn…” he trailed off and gave you a cheeky look of pleading and you rolled your eyes.

"I’ll do it, it’ll take you hours and we’ll never get out.”

“Did I ever tell you how amazing you are?”

“Don’t make me use this again.” You waved the hose and Steve held his palms up, backing away in surrender.

You rolled your eyes as you watched him turn away and vault over the fence in the paddock, jogging off across the yard. Commando, who was led in the shade of the large oak tree, raised his head before he laid back down again, deciding he couldn’t be bothered joining his master.

You shook your head, you were well aware the Alpha had totally just played you, but you didn’t much care.

***** Much to Steve's joking annoyance, you finished the invoicing in record time, and much faster than he would have. However, while you managed that, Steve managed to saddle up the horses but not before packing away a small picnic for you both. "Ready?" You wondered, stepping out of the office and into the open area of the barn. "Yep," he nodded. With a wink, you hoisted yourself up on Quin and settled into the saddle. It still amazed Steve how well the palomino was in your care and control. He chortled a bit as he too sat upon Star and the two of you gave a gentle kick to move the horses forward. Commando, ever the loyalist, trotted along but just out of range of being kicked. Every now and then Steve would glance back to check on him. More and more during your adventures, he'd began noticing that Commando favored whichever side you rode on, the dog sidelegging near you over him. "You know, that damn mutt favors you over me now." Steve grumbled. “Ohh, Cowboy, does that wound your Alpha pride?” You teased.

"No," he snorted. "Maybe," he joked. “He knows which side his bread is buttered on, what can I say?” “Yeah, literally. Don’t think I ain’t noticed you feed him titbits off your plate, sweetheart.” Steve looked at you and you grinned, popping a shoulder. "Yeah, not so innocent," he smirked. “I can’t help it, he gives me those big sad eyes and I cave.” You laughed. "Maybe I'll give it a try, next time." You snorted and shook your head, looking at Steve who was grinning at you from underneath his hat. “You do that, see how far it gets ya.” Steve grinned, and then you spotted that mischievous twitch of his lips. “Ready to open these guys up a little?” “Depends, you ready to eat my dust? You know Quin is faster than Star!” Before he could reply, you’d already set off leaving Steve blinking against the spray of dust and grit from the mountain trail that flew up in your wake. Whoever said a little bit of playfulness didn’t add to the spice of life? With that minimal head start, or Steve letting you win, you made it to your lookout point first and dismounted to give Quin a bit of love as you waited on Steve. Commando showed up first with Steve just gallops behind. “Looks like ya got a bit o’ dust in your beard there, Cap.” You teased, your Southern drawl slipping and he sighed as he swung his leg round and dismounted. A stalky look flooded his blue eyes and in a blink had you in his grasp. That dusty beard rubbed against your face as he kissed you, playfully dipping you back a bit. Commando barked at his Alpha's playfulness and Steve tipped you upright. "You bring me lunch, Cowboy?" You asked, your hand atop your hat so it didn't fall off from Steve's attack. “Course I did, you know I don’t like it when you skip meals.” "Sometimes I’m just not that hungry ." You shrugged, tying Quin up alongside Star on a nearby tree. You helped Steve set up the blanket he had rolled up on the back of his saddle as he plucked your picnic lunch from his saddlebags and joined you in the shade of the branches of the large oak that hung over your favorite lookout point. It was warm, late summer upon you, but the oak provided shade and there was a slightly forgiving breeze as you sat together, looking over the lay of his land, the Avengers Ranch houses and stables below you and just to the far off left. The chat was easy as you ate the substantial sandwiches before moving onto the last few slices of the chocolate cake you’d made earlier that week. It was all washed down with a few bottles of beer before you gave a contented sigh and shifted so you could sit between Steve’s legs. Your back leaned against his chest as his rested against the trunk of the tree, his arms wrapped around you from behind. The silence was comfortable, both of you tangled in your peaceful thoughts. It was interesting how things moved in your relationship. It had only been a few weeks, but as the days ticked on, you felt as if it had been months. You hadn't known a connection like this, not even with Colin. Sure, you loved him deeply, your bond strong, but the two of you were always moving, always going and doing and few peaceful moments existed. Was it the way the two of you worked? A stark contrast to how you and Steve were seemingly getting on. Or was it because you stopped working and going and doing in the controlled state in which you lived that a fear of life being ripped away would present itself? On that thought you had no answer. But you felt Steve's body shift behind you as his nosed pressed into your hair. He scented you, just behind your ear, as his fingers came down your arms and enclosed between yours. "Tell me...." He said into the shell of your ear. "I don't know...." you admitted. “Try, ‘Mega.” He whispered and his pet name for you made you shiver a little in his hold. You turned your head to look at him, the color of his eyes like the sky after a mid-day storm. "I just feel different with you." "I feel it too," he nodded, the brim of his hat dipping below his eyes for a second. “Does it not scare you?” "No." He was soft but firm in his reply. "There's a lot more things in this world to be afraid of then getting close to someone." Your eyes dropped from his for a moment as you took a deep breath. “Yeah, I guess there is.” You felt those soft lips to your temple as Steve's hands, still holding yours, wrapped both your arms and his around your body. "You're not something to be afraid of, Y/N. Neither am I." “I’m not afraid of you.” You shook your head. “I never have been. In fact, I don’t fear anyone in town. It’s a first, but it’s liberating.” A satisfied hum emanated from Steve's chest. "Free already." You hummed in agreement, turning back to the view. The two of you sat there a little while longer before Quin and Star both began getting a little restless, the sun settling now deep in the horizon. "We should get them back home and watered," you suggested. "Suppose so," the good Captain agreed. He nudged you up and you stood, collecting the remnants of your late lunch and early dinner as Steve rolled the blanket back up before buckling it back on this saddle. He untied Star as you did Quin but the moment you caught that darkening glint in his eyes and a shift in his scent you were too slow to react. Steve was already mounting a moving Star, cheering him on to take speed as he flung a leg over the saddle and jolted off. With a laugh, you sunk your foot in the stirrup and climbed on, kicking Quin to go and off the palomino went at lightning speed. You both arrived in the yard, laughing as you skidded to a halt, Steve loudly asking how it felt to eat his dust for a change. When you pointed out that he’d only won because the way home was downhill, he’d scoffed and knocked the hat off your head. You both untacked and stalled the boys to let them eat their feed and take a drink. Then, when Steve went to put the saddles and bridles away, you led the horses to the pasture for the evening. "It's a nice night," you commented, watching the horses, Steve joining you from behind, his hands on your hips. "Cooling down a bit," he pointed out. His hands moved from your hips to right next to yours as his palms leaned against the top rail of the pasture fence. “Well, you know what they say, Alpha. Can’t handle the heat, stay the fuck out the kitchen.” A growl of a chuckle sounded in your ears and your heart rate ticked up a little. "What’s it like when the fall comes 'round here?" You wondered as you watched Quin nose Star out of the way for a patch of grass. "A bit of everything I suppose. Weeks of an Indian summer and in a blink it's wet with a cold rain and sometimes snows. Usually happens around November, just' round Thanksgiving." He paused, “what makes you ask?" "I don't know." You giggled. “You’re in a very playful mood today, Omega.” His lips pressed to your skin as he placed a soft kiss over your mating gland, just in the crook of your neck and shoulder. You couldn’t help the little preen you made as you tipped your head back. His lips moved up, the bristles of his beard tickling gently as he nipped at the hinge of your jaw. You turned in the cage of his big, broad body, his wide chest at your eye level. You looked up as he looked down. A heady scent crossed and blended between you and your eyes grew heavy as they blinked slowly. In a flash, Steve’s lips were on yours, his body pressing you into the weathered wooden fence behind you. Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer as his tongue swiped between your lips. Even now, when he was being powerful and dominant, he was never rough. He still carried an air of careful gentleness with you, and it made your insides purr when you thought about how he didn’t seek to hurt you. Gentle hands cupped a hip and the side of your cheek, a soft growl of want rumbling in his chest. A growl you returned with a small whimper of consent. Steeling himself, he pulled back, "I'm sorry." "Steve...." you panted. Your eyes wide and seeking. "Please don't stop this time." His eyes screwed shut and his bottom lip slipped between his teeth. "Y/N." Again, you gave a whimper as your forehead touched his. His eyes still shut, Steve’s nostrils flared as you leaned up, running your nose over his gland. “Omega,” his voice was low and you gave a soft chirp of an answer as you pulled back and looked at him. “Alpha.” There was no barrier now, that final wall you held was broken down and the two of you felt it collapse. Steve's lips enclosed over yours and his hands ran along your hips, down over the curve of your jeans to the back of your thighs. A quick lift and you were wrapping your ankles together at the small of his back. His Alpha strength carried both your bodies towards his cabin, his boots instinctively moving as his lips devoured your own. Your hands wove around his neck, your newfound built strength able to keep yourself against him, your fingers in his hair, quickly catching his hat as yours knocked it away. Soon, he was striding up the steps to his porch. He held you to him with one arm, large hand splayed on your back as he reached round and flung the door to his cabin open with the other. But he didn’t stop there. As soon as Commando had slipped inside behind you, a large kick to the door sent it slamming into the frame and he carried you up the stairs and across the landing to his bedroom.

Your grip faded away as Steve allowed your body to glide down his until your boots touched the floor. Your lips only then broke free of his. The dim glow from the twilight sky was casting shadows across his room. The time of day between daylight and darkness stretched across the world outside, as a silent question reached between the pair of you now. Steve’s eyes flashing with desire but you could feel his trepidation. He was seeking assurance once more that you wanted this. And you did, you couldn’t remember a time you’d wanted something so badly. As his eyes peered down at yours, you gave a slow, gentle nod, further confirming your consent. Deft fingers reached for the hem of his tee as his looked to pluck away the buttons of your yellow button down. You smelled a faint hint of nervousness hit your nose and his nervous glance registered. "I haven't since...." "Me either." You felt a warmth course through as his nerves settled, trigging your own ease. His fingers resumed their task as he worked your buttons loose from their holes, lips back on yours. Peeling the material away from your shoulders and down your arms allowed for his lips to begin their journey from yours down the column of your neck. Your head fell back, a soft sigh escaping your throat as your hands fisted tighter in the material at the bottom of his tee. A lift and a tug, the tee was on the bedroom floor next to your shirt. Your blunt nails dragged over his solid chest, and your eyes were instantly drawn to the tattoo you'd never seen even a hint of before, etched into his right pec. Your fingers reached up, gently tracing the exquisitely detailed, stunningly lifelike portrait of Commando. The dog's head was tipped back in a howl, and behind, in the background, was a large star. The exact same style as the one on his shield and suit. The tattoo dog’s fur seemed to ripple in the light, the finite details were simply astonishing and you wrenched your eyes up to Steve’s. “Howling Commando.” He chuckled, “That’s what he was doing the night we met him. He turned up at camp when we were on the barricade at New York. He literally sat down by the ARV, tossed his head back, and just wailed. Thirty seconds later Hydra attacked.” "Jesus..." "He warned us. Been with us, with me ever since." Steve took your hand and gently ran his nose over the gland in your wrist. “I drew that whilst we were travelling. Soon as I came back, he went right somewhere he’ll never leave.” “You drew that?” “Yeah.”

“I didn’t know you could draw.” For some reason the fact there was something you didn’t know about the man in front of you dampened your spirits a little. And he noticed. A cooked finger tilted your chin upward, "I do it to help ease my mind when I can't sleep." “Will you show me?” You asked a little shyly. "Later." He smirked. “Well I obviously didn’t mean now did I, you idiot!” You chuckled, your unease forgotten as he cocked a brow at you, guiding your arms up round his neck with his hands linked in yours. Your nose nuzzled his, encouraging him to continue. A large hand hooked in the waistband of your denims, which still lacked a belt, and he pulled your body flush to his. "Get on the bed," he nipped at your chin. You didn’t hesitate, toeing off your comfortable boots you lay down on the soft linen and watched as he crawled over you, a slight predatory look on his face which sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine. His knee settled between your legs as the other settled at your hip, his strong and defined arms caging your body under his.

"I won't hurt you, but..."

"You can't control it, either, I know." His eyes scanned yours and you could sense he was searching for a shred of fear, but you had none. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, you believed him. His neck bent and he captured your lips with his kiss, gentle but with force enough.

As his actions grew more heated, nips to your chin and jaw, his nose running along your neck, your hands reached up, tangling in his shaggy hair, a soft growl flowing into your mouth as your nails scratched at his scalp. Again you replied with a whimper as your hands found their way to his heavy buckle.

You fumbled a little, but soon enough had it open, your attention then turning to the button at the top of his faded denims. You felt his legs shift slightly, your ears tuning to a loud thud as his boots hit the floor all the while his bearded lips now caused an elicit sound to pour from your lips while his found the mounds of your breasts. Feather light kisses traced the swell of your cleavage following the line of your bra, the slight scratch of his beard drew a heat to your skin from deep inside.

With lips distracted, hands were not, and his right found your own button, slipping the brass through its slit before thumb and forefinger dragged the zipper down its teeth. Steve could smell your arousal and it spiked his own even more as he let out a growl, his fingers slipping into the waistband of your panties. Thick fingers found your slit as you bent a knee to open up more for him. As his touch hit your clit your back arched off the bed and Steve gave a little hum against your mouth before suddenly he was gone.

You let out a little whine which was cut off as your jeans and panties were yanked down your legs in a swift, forceful movement. A little thud later followed by a grunt had the pair of you pausing and turning your heads to the side to see Commando untangling himself from your clothes where they’d landed on him. With a filthy look at the pair of you he left, the clicking of his nails on the hardwood floor growing fainter as he headed out of the room and probably as far away from the pair of you as he could get.

“Think we pissed him off.” You giggled. “He’ll get over it.”

As the moment of humour passed, you suddenly became aware that you were now naked, bar your bra and a wave of embarrassed shyness washed over you. A strong thumb and forefinger gently gripped your chin and tilted your face up.

"Don't do that." “Sorry.”

“You’re beautiful.” Steve whispered, his lips brushing yours before he kissed you again and his hand once more slid down between your thighs. Like a brush to a canvas, he stroked your folds. Higher and higher you climbed, Steve’s face never moving as he watched you, committing to memory every twitch of your nose, every shape your lips made as those delectable noises tumbled from your mouth.

Your back soon arched and your lips circled in an 'o' as you crept over the edge of a thrilling rush. The feelings which you hadn’t felt for so long surging through you left you boneless and you blissed out for a moment or two. When you opened your eyes, your chest rising and falling deeply with each breath you saw a pair of dark blue eyes looking back at you, plump lips quirked at one side in a smirk. Your body felt tingly and your insides were heated, your body clearly responding to Steve's touch. The way those eyes bore into you made you twist for more.

You wanted to return the pleasurable favors and watch his face bliss out. A silent answer to your unasked question, Steve stood from the bed and stripped out of the remainder of his clothing, his eyes never once leaning yours as you sat up. You reached round and unclasped your bra, dragging the straps down your arms allowing it to fall away. Your eyes dragged down his naked frame, flowing the flowing lines of muscle. His tapered waist gave way to strong thighs, cock standing proudly erect as it slapped against his abs. And this time you felt his slight embarrassment and unease. "We don't...."

“No, I want to.” You cut him off. "Are you sure?" Your chirped call as you inhaled his heady scent answered for you.

“Oh, ‘mega.” His words were a hushed whisper as he crawled back over you, slotting his hips in between your legs as you bent your knees, making space for him. Your gentle hand fished for him, wrapping around his shaft and guiding his tip into your wet centre. Holding his weight on his palms which were planted either side of your head, with a slow thrust forward he pushed into you, leaving you gasping at the intrusion. His eyes screwed shut as you squeezed him, your opening tight but very inviting. Slowly he pulled his hips back, before rolling them forward, this time going deeper. Your hands gripped at the flexing muscles of his back, nails biting gently at his skin. "Oh," you moaned. “You okay?” His mouth kissed yours softly as you nodded. “Yeah, don’t stop.”

"I can't." He admitted. Your eyes locked into his as his slow rocking to and fro continued, your body moving up and down with his on the bed. You could feel every fibre and senew flex and twitch under your touch as Steve controlled his body as it worked into you. But more than that you could feel him, the Alpha inside. That animalistic, primal part of him was fighting for control and Steve’s consciousness was battling back.

You felt every battle of the war Steve raging inside himself and yet he still completely separated that part of him as he pleasured you. He'd thrust and snap his hips while you supply sucked on his bottom lip, his tongue sometimes diving into the pit of your mouth, rolling with yours. His hands slid over your body, his entire strength secured in his torso downward. They moved up your sides, pushing your arms above your head until his fingers in twined with yours and he gripped your own hands as your bodies beaded with sex slicked sweat. His nose ran along your gland in your neck and you preened as he scented that special scar now faded to mere brandished silver. His whispers of soft praise and encouragement under his care filled your ears and your body burned from within as your connection built. And then, as you trembled slightly as that familiar feeling started building in the pit of you stomach and groin, there was a sudden jolt between you. Something you couldn’t quite explain but Steve clearly felt it too as his eyes widened and you could have sworn a gold flash passed across his irises. “Fuck, Sweetheart, I need…” he panted slightly, his forehead pressed to yours and you nodded, mouth pressing back to his.

You felt him give way, ever so slightly, to the Alpha instincts and his hips picked up the pace, his fingers tight around yours. "Steve, please.... I...." you fought your own instincts as your neck presented itself to him. His mouth dropped to your gland, his tongue swiping against your skin before he gave a growl and wrenched his head away. His lips crashed to yours in a ferocious but short kiss.

"Let go, 'Mega, please sweetheart." He begged against your mouth. You came with a literal howl that was swallowed by his lips, echoing down his throat as he tore away at his own release.

As you came together, euphoria unlike anything you've ever experienced literally painted your mind as the glow of night filled your vision. The stars opened up and beyond the moon, auroa borealis colored the air. You gasped as did Steve, your hands, entwined together white knuckling as the pressure of your bodies forcefully gave way. As you looked at Steve, trying to comprehend what you’d just felt, his darkened blue eyes looked like the wild sky, glittering with diamond stars. Then he blinked and those eyes were back to his lust filled blues, lightening to that soft dreamy cerulean you were growing deeper into with each glance. With no knot to keep him inside you, such was the way when an Alpha wasn’t in a rut, Steve gently pulled away, but never left your side, in fact, even though he wasn't inside you, his softening member remained settled in your folds, a euphoric glow over his skin and warming yours. "I've... That..." He said between breaths. "What was that?" You wondered. "I mean outside of absolutely incredible.... I don't..." His lips gently covered yours, soft and delicate, maybe even loving if you guessed.

“I’ve got no idea.” He swallowed, his chest heaving. “I’ve never felt anything like that, ever.” "So you felt it too?" A gentle nod and a hum from Steve was his answer. "We'll figure it out later." He said as he settled in behind you, his arms wrapping around you, his body curling into yours. Again, he laced his fingers through yours as he tucked your hands under your breasts. His nose nuzzled you behind your ear as your body began to melt back into his, completely relaxed and simply exhausted. Satiated by the throes of your coupling. “Steve?” "Yeah?" “I’m sorry. For offering my neck. I didn’t mean to.” His hand let go of yours and titled your chin, your neck corkscrewing towards him. "Don't ever be sorry." “Did it hurt, fighting it back? I could feel you and-“ “No, it just takes a hell of a lot of will power and strength.” "Oh Steve," you wanted to say it again. “Honey, don’t think on it. Please.” "Okay," you tried. Steve let out a heavy sigh and gently shifted, pulling you back into him even further. “I can feel you. Give that pretty little head of yours a rest. I’m fine.” "Alright," you sighed. You turned back into the pillow of his arm and settled in. He kissed your head and the pair of you lay still, eyes closed. It was about ten minutes later when Steve heard Commando heading back up the stairs to take his usual place in his basket at the end of the bed. By this point, you were sleeping. He led there awake for a bit longer. The gentle sounds of your breath as you slept, the attuned sound of Commando's snoring, the noise of his thoughts singled to himself. Whatever had passed between to two of you, Steve had never felt before. Whilst he had enjoyed sex with Peggy, with you then, it had been something else. When he’d felt the jolt, followed by seeing the flash of gold across your eyes, it had lit a burning fire across his entire belly leaving him something he couldn’t quite explain. And that was what caused him to let the Alpha take control, ever so slightly, and his fight not to take you up on your bonding offer had been immense. But the rest… well, it had felt wonderful, beautiful, emotional and connective. He made a soft timbre of sound in his chest. His connection with you was deeper than he'd ever felt with Peggy. And it sparked curiosity. A practical man, Steve understood there were many things about the whole Alpha/Omega phenomenon that couldn’t be explained, but he knew to expect certain things, understood his body and mind would act in a specific way in specific circumstances. But there had to be a reason why the pair of you were so in tune whilst you weren’t even bonded. You could feel each other’s moods, understand and anticipate each other’s feelings beyond being able to recognise the subtle shifts in body languages or scents. There had to be a reason. It made a notion in his mind that something with you might be to mean more. A tick of a thought made a note in his mind to speak to Thor. Not in bragging about sleeping with you, but to ask about the feelings he felt and the glow of gold, seeing of stars. Thor, for all the teasing the group did about him being a bit of a himbo, was extremely clued up on a lot Alpha/Omega folk laws. He descended from the Asgardian Alphas, rumoured to be the first ones that roamed the Earth.

If anyone could explain this phenomenon, or why the pair of you had some form of connection without having marked one another, then Steve was confident it would be him. His mind satisfied, he nuzzled into you, your scent filling his senses and like a calm aura in a room, your energy shifted over him, lulling him to sleep.

**** Chapter 6

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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Okay but what about Orc!bucky and Goddess!reader ..😳🤭 Shes an Aphrodite, I can imagine her looking down and seeing orc!bucky and just craving him. They be a great power couple ...

Hi hun! I'm sorry it took me so much time to write this fic, and, well, since most of us already have some depiction of Aphrodite in mind, I decided to make the reader her daughter. Guess the story turned out something very different from what you wanted, but I still hope you will enjoy it!

Somebody to Die For

Pairing: orc!Bucky x goddess!Reader

Warnings: violence, injuries, angst, hurt/comfort.

Words: 2385.

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"I will fight for you till they cut off my arms, my legs, and my head."

You looked at the warrior in front of you, his heavy body clad in armor, his arms holding a spear and a shield you brought to him yourself, earning a slap from your mother, the goddess of beauty who forbid you to help humans so shamelessly, and yet, you always did.

The man standing in front of you was neither orc nor human but the descendant of the both of them, the only hero who could possibly defeat the evil forces when every other man had failed. He's rough; he's rude; he knew little of honor, but he's the one who still fought when the ones before him had long given up. Despite the prejudice against orcs, now even humans understood he was their only salvation.

You hoped he would survive the last battle. Not just because you needed the human kind to have a savior, a leader, the one who would aid them when nobody else would, but because you had grown found of him, the man you had been guiding for years, helping him to protect those who detested him, bringing him hope when he was ready to give up, embracing him when he no longer had the power to hold his spear. A daughter of the goddess of beauty, you were to bring this beauty to the parts of the world where your tired mother could not, but you brought hope instead.

"Fight for me, and if you win, I will fulfill your wish, soldier." You whispered through your golden mask that covered your face entirely, only your eyes visible to the orc standing on his knees.

Your mother never approved of it, but you had seen people going mad from having just one glance at you, your immense beauty blinding them, driving them insane, making them forgot who they were. It was a curse, not a blessing. It was the reason you wore your mask at all times, only showing your face to those your deemed worthy, strong enough to withstand the charms you had no control over.

You knew your hero wanted to see your face more than anything else in the world.

"I will bring you the demon's head on a golden plate, my goddess."

You'd chuckle at his attempt to please you, but you were scared, you feared he would fail, fall, die in the hands of evil forces feasting upon human kind and threatening to destroy all the gods had created. You could not fight along him, possessing no skills to win that battle; moreover, your mother would most certainly kill you if you intervened, breaking the oath you had given to her. You could only help the hero you had chosen while staying in the shadow.

"Stay alive, Bucky." Those were your last words when you pressed the cold lips of your mask to the orc's forehead, giving him your blessing and hiding the tears behind the cold metal.

If only you could fight, but your hands grew cold every time you touched the hero's spear, unable to wield a sword or a mace. The war was not your domain, all the gods kept telling you when you plead them to gift you enough strength and courage to engage in battle. No, your fate was to shine like a golden statue, blinding all those who dared to look at you, bending them to your will like you mother had always done. They couldn't understand your ardent desire to watch over the humankind and all those who needed your help, spending your time healing soldiers, aiding orphans and the elderly, bringing food and water to all those in need. The gods cared little for mortals. Even when the Great Evil appeared out of nowhere, wreaking havoc on the lands belonging to people constantly praying for gods mercy, the immortals were too busy with their own affairs, realizing how serious the matter was when it had been too late.

When the orc you clad in charmed armor stood in front of the army of the undead, the diabolical creatures with horns and gaunt wings growling behind them, ready to strike, you prayed for him to come out of the battle alive. It was his fate to be the last hero standing between the chaos and all what was dear to the living, yet he bore no responsibility for it - he didn't ask to be the hero, to fight when his spear was long broken, go forward while the undead broke his bones and demons feasted upon his flesh, ripping pieces of meat before the orc could crush their heads with his mere hands. You kept casting spells to aid him, knowing your mother would whip you, but you didn't care, healing your hero's wounds so he could fight until he would cut off the head of the Demon King with his own sword.

Your hero was laying on top of demon's dead body, still holding the head even while unconscious as you sneaked into the field full of corpses, bodies of demons and bones of the undead rotting under the blazing sun. Your hero was dying from his wounds, bleeding so much his skin was loosing its color, and now it was your time to bring him back to the living before it was too late.

Oh, you knew your mother could kill you for stealing the salve meant only for gods to heal their wounds, but you no longer cared. What did it matter if the one who saved you all was to pay with his life for everything he had done to protect the living? No, it was unfair. The orc stood to gain nothing from his heroic deeds, gods being too arrogant to acknowledge him properly, but he had the right to keep his life.

And so you carried his heavy body to the springs, washing his wounds, applying the salve generously and casting as much healing spells as you did in your entire life to keep him alive, praying and hoping the gods would take mercy on him. Yes, he was three quarters an orc; he was barbaric, savage, ferocious, but he had kindness in his heart like no other, agreeing to fight for humans who had always utterly despised him. Despite being a brute, he was kind to children, women and elderly people. He had never lay his hand on those weaker than him, except when they attacked him on their own. In the end, he was the only hero who answered your call when all those you had asked for help died on the battlefield, unable to fight the demons and their army of corpses.

It had been three days and three nights you spent tending to his wounds until his heart started beating like of a living being. You cried your eyes out when you heard it. The salve had finally worked, and the open wounds closed, leaving his body scarred but healed; his breath steadied, and soon your hero would come back to you, you knew. Gods had answered your prayers for the first time.

"Am I dead?" Bucky asked you when he opened his eyes on the fourth day as he saw you tired face, your mask long abandoned the moment you brought him to the springs.

You smiled at him and held him close, his head laying on your lap while you witnessed his awakening, his body covered in salve, making his skin shine like pure gold.

"You are alive and well." leaning to him, you left a kiss on his forehead, brushing his dark disheveled hair out of his face, and the orc made an odd sound as if he were purring like a giant cat. "You will live a long life, cherished and honored by those you protected, I promise you."

"Will you keep that one promise you gave me, my goddess?"

He's impatient, he had always been, and you laughed at his eagerness, knowing his body still hurt, but the orc didn't seem to mind it. Was he unhappy with seeing your face? You didn't think so, and yet, apparently, he wanted something else. Gold? Women? Immortality? The last one would be quite hard, that is if gods wouldn't struck you with a lightning or something just to teach you a lesson to be more pliant and respectful.

"What it is that you want, my warrior? I will do whatever you ask me to if it is within my powers, just like I promised."

"It's within your powers, I'm sure." He grumbled, making you laugh even harder at his unusual grumpiness, touching the tips of his tusks, and the orc laughed at you, too.

"What is it, then? Don't keep me waiting, mortal, for even I grew tired of tending to you over four days." Winking at him in the most frivolous manner just like your mother had taught you, you giggled then, and the hero's face lightened up.

"This is not how I imagined it to be, but who cares, anyway." he muttered to himself and sat up, turning to you and hurriedly searching the pockets of his torn pants, obviously empty after his long, intense battle. "Shit! I've brought you golden rings and necklaces and bracelets, but those flying bitches made holes in my clothes. I should have hidden my gifts under some rock before the battle."

"Oh, you should have!"

He's impossible, you thought as you both snickered, his huge, calloused hands touching gentle yours. He brought you gold? What for?

"Well, whatever, I'll find more for you later if you don't mind, goddess. Will you give me the honor of becoming my wife even if I didn't bring you the gifts?" The orc tilted his head to the side, looking at you as if it were just a mere matter of something minor, unimportant, but soon, as he watched you openly gape at him for his audacity, he quickly bowed his head, kneeling in front of you.

You were speechless. For once, you had never for once suspected of the hero having these feelings for you. Surely, he prayed to you, he respected you as a mortal should respect their deity, he was intrigued by your true appearance you had concealed from him, but his spoke of marriage seemed preposterous. Was it your face again, your mother's charms? No, no, it couldn’t have been it for the hero intended to bring you gifts, wedding gifts, that is. He had come prepared.

Unbelievable. Did his feelings grow while he didn't even know how you looked?

"Forgive me my insolence, goddess." he mumbled, realizing his offer could be a grave offense to you, a being standing way higher than him. "But I can serve you till the end of my days, do whatever you tell me to. If I have survived the last battle and brought people salvation they wanted, I must be good enough, right?"

"Will you serve me even if I am not your wife?" You asked him quietly, looking at your hands covered in the balm you stole from the gods just to heal his wounds, knowing you were attracted to him despite your feelings never being voiced.

For a couple of seconds the orc grew silent, watching the carpet you put him on to tend to his wounds: it had been soaked in his blood that now dried out.

"I will serve you even then." He uttered grimly, refusing to look you in the eyes, his gaze on your hands as he kept sitting in front of you.

Afraid to speak, you fell silent too, wishing to touch him, brush your hand against his disheveled hair. Oh, didn't you want him? Didn't you wish to be embraced by the very hero you spent years guiding and healing so he would continue his journey? Didn't you deserve to be loved, the daughter of the goddess of that very same love you'd been craving for so long?

But your hero was a mortal. You were frightened to even think what gods would do to him for his impertinence.

Oh, evil gods. You spent years to teach and guide the mortal hero they despised who brought the salvation to the lands they were so afraid to lose, and yet neither him nor you were given anything in return. Instead, they were granting you a torture of refusing advances of the only one dear to you.

Please, darling.

Your mother's irritated voice cut through the silence like a knife, and you froze, knowing she was rolling her eyes at you, watching you secretly like she often did.

You have a heart of stone if you reject the man who is standing on his knees in front of you. I grant you my permission if you so need it.

As her mighty voice rang in the complete silence of a cave, Bucky shivered, immediately getting on his feet. Of course, he knew nothing of your mother except that she was a goddess, and he had never heard her voice. It didn't matter to you, though, as you stared at him, dumbfounded.

Permission. She granted you her permission to marry him. You were free to act as you like, knowing the gods wouldn't bring their wrath upon your hero.

"I will have you if you promise to love and cherish me like no other, protect me, and be loyal to me until your last breath." You whispered, your eyes full of tears as you watched him from below while he towered above you, and the next second he was on his knees again, taking your arms in his and kissing your tears away.

"Even if my face will be disfigured, my tongue cut off, and my body dismembered, I will love you till my last breath." his voice was so quiet, yet you heard him as if he were screaming at the top of his voice. "I promise to worship you and come to you aid whenever you need me."

Hurriedly ripping a piece of his ragged, soaked in blood clothes, he wrapped it around your finger like it was a ring he had lost.

"My soul, my heart, and my sword - everything I possess I give to you."

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fatbiatchforever · 3 years

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Shirt (Bucky x Plus size Reader)

Y/n's POV Most of my friends love wearing their boyfriends clothes. Part of me always wanted to find someone I could do that with. After eight months being with Bucky, I thought it wouldn't hurt anyone if I tried on one of his shirts. But boy was I wrong!

I came back from work early. At no sight of Bucky in our shared apartment, I thought I might as well shower and try to relax a bit. It's weekend which meant I could literally catch up on all the TV I missed and most importantly I could spend more time with Bucky. After thirty mins, I got out of the bathroom to find something to wear. That's when I saw Bucky's black shirt that he wore today morning. I grabbed the shirt and a shorts, and bolted to the washroom so I wouldn't get caught. My excitement soon turned into self pity super fast from there. I hated the way it was hugging wrong parts of my body. I hated how it looked so good on Bucky but looked like it was two seconds from exploding on me. Moreover, I hated how I couldn't be one of those girls who could walk around in their boyfriend's clothes. Before I could dwell into it more I heard a knock.

"Doll, you in there?" Shit, it's Bucky. How do I get of here without him seeing me in this?

"Y/n?" Bucky asked again sounding nervous.

"Ya. I'm good. I was just taking a shower. I'll be out in few minutes." I said hoping it was convincing enough.

"Ok. I'll be out here if you need anything."

He's on the bed. I don't want him to see me holding his shirt. He will probably figure out what happened. How dumb am I? This shirt literally is form fitting for him, how could it possibly fit me? Think.

Ok! So I'll remove the shirt and get out there, put it the laundry basket as fast and quiet as I can. Then, I'll get a shirt of my own and pretend like everything's normal. NORMAL. I can do this. It's a good and easy plan.

I remove the shirt and hold it close to me for a second. It smells like Bucky so much that all I want to do is shimmy myself back into it. Before I could let myself think about my insecurities, I hurried out of the bathroom. I shoved the shirt into the basket and grabbed a shirt from the closet as fast as I could.

"Doll, you sure you're ok?" Bucky asked while laying on the bed.

So much for being NORMAL. "Uhm, ya. I'm just a bit tired."

"Why don't you come lay with me then? We could watch something too."

"Let's do that. But I need something to drink. Do you need anything from the kitchen?"

"No. I'll check for something to watch."

I head to the kitchen praying he didn't notice anything. I was so annoyed at myself for finding something to obsess about and ruin the weekend. As much I love the way I look, somethings get to me and this was it. I was dragged out of my thoughts when Bucky said he found a movie to watch. Ok! I will not do this to myself today.

I deserve to relax with my loving boyfriend after a long week. I shouldn't have to deal with my feelings of not feeling good enough for him right now. I can do this.

I walk back to the room and get on the bed. As expected, my speech was no help. The whole thing was playing in my head with no stop. I closed my eyes hoping it would help control my thoughts.

Bucky's POV Y/n is acting different than usual. Usually, she would be commenting on every scene in the movie, figuring out our plans for the weekend and begging me to give a suggestion on what to bake this weekend. Today, she tried to do nothing. She wasn't even paying attention to the movie. I know something's going on. I saw her throwing my shirt into the laundry basket when she got out. I know if I ask her she would deny it.

Into an hour of the movie, Y/n was already asleep. I really couldn't figure out the reason for her mood, so I had to resort to something I'm never proud of. Asking Sam.

Me Sam

Bird Brain What's up staring machine?

Me Y/n has been acting weird since she came back from work. When I came back, she was in the bathroom and when she got out I saw her throwing my shirt into the laundry basket. After that she's been weirdly quite.

Bird Brain Obviously you messed up as usual.

Me How? Sam, I need your help not your sarcasm.

Bird Brain Fine. I think there's something to do with your shirt. Look, girls MY age, like to wear they're significant other's clothes. It makes them feel like they are close to them.

Me So you think Y/n tried my shirt on.

Bird Brain I mean ya. Let's be honest here Bucko, you're own shirt hardly fits you properly. No offense, but Y/n doesn't seem like your size. That could have let her down.

Me I didn't think of that.

Bird Brain Well, that's why you need me.

Me Thanks. I'll think of something.

One of the things I love about Y/n is how she doesn't give shit about what others think of her. She's always the confident one in our relationship. It surprised me when Sam suggested this could be the reason. But he's right, what else could have happened. I know it has nothing to do with work because she loves weekends too much to let work mess that too. Or it has something to do with her friends or family? But I think it's probably the shirt.

Y/n's POV I woke up to an empty bed at 8 AM. I could here Bucky cooking in the kitchen. As much as I wanted to act normal yesterday, I know I didn't do a great job of it. Maybe it's best for me to go out alone to figure this out and get over it. I'll tell Bucky that I agreed to meet my friend at a cafe.

I walked into the kitchen to see Bucky drinking his coffee in peace. He looked deep in thought and whenever that happens his face looks so serious but at the same time he looked so hot. How does someone look this good in the morning?

"Good morning, doll."

Damn those assassin abilities.

"Good morning, Buck."

"I made you some hot chocolate and pancakes."

"Really?! Thank you! And also for not judging me for not liking coffee." I said while giving him a hug and a kiss.

"Whatever you need, doll. Are you feeling better?"

Shit, he noticed. "Uhm, ya. I was just not in the mood. Sorry."

"You don't have to be. You should have just told me. You know that you could tell me anything, right?"

"Yes, of course. So, how was the movie?"

"It was fine. I did miss us criticizing everyone."

"We'll make it up for the next movie. We can be twice as bitchy than usual. It’ll be fun."

"That's a great plan." Bucky said as he laughed.

"These pancakes are sooooooooo good. How do you keep doing this?"

"I put my love for my lady into them." He said while getting up to clean his dishes and gave me his million dollars smile.

"Wow! When did the great old James Buchanan Barnes get so cheesy?" I said while trying to keep a straight face.

He put his hand on his chest to act like he was offended, "Hey! First, you called my love for you cheesy. Second, you called me old. Third, you love it when I say things like that."

"Sure, Barney"

"Y/n, I told you not to call me that. Sam told me about it." Bucky sounded very serious this time.

"About what?" I asked innocently.

"Bird brain told me that it's a character in a kids show. And that the character is a PURPLE DINOSAUR."

At this point, I couldn't hold my laugh in longer. "What? I think it's a very fitting nickname for you. You both are living way beyond your extinction period and children look up to you both. Only difference is Barney doesn't have a metal arm. Other than that, you guys are literally soulmates."

Bucky's silence was more than enough for me to understand he was annoyed. So I went behind him to hug.

"Come on now, I'm joking."

"You're little joke gave Sam one more name to add to the list."

I raised both of my hands in the air, "ITS CATCHING ON!"

Bucky turned back to give me a very unamused look.

"Sorry, it was very rude of me to nickname you after a dinosaur. I should have realized how sensitive you are regarding you're age. But if it's any consolation, you don't look a day older than 27." I said controlling my laughter.

"Thank you for that heartfelt apology." Bucky said sounding sarcastic.

"Anytime, Buck. By the way, I have to meet a friend in an hour."

"Oh, okay. I guess I'll stay here."

"I'll be back in few hours. Do you want to go out for dinner?"

"Where?" Bucky said holding me.

"Uhm..... I was thinking somewhere low key."

"We could go out to that Chinese place we both like."

"I'm up for that. I was craving some dynamite shrimp."

We stayed there holding each other for few more minutes and then I went back to the bedroom to change.

I gave Bucky a kiss and got out of the house.

I went to the small cafe I usually go to read a book or clear my head.

I ordered a smoothie and sat by the window. As much as I hated lying to Bucky, I just had to get my head right. I have never talked to him about not feeling good enough for him. I know he would be there for me and tell me otherwise, but at times my insecurities gets the best of me. I have seen girls hitting on him left and right. Usually, it doesn't bother me but there are times I use it against me. I think about what he could have got and what he got. James looks like a Greek god while doing anything.

How could he feel content with me? Does he feel the same way? Of course he doesn't. He always makes me feel good about myself. He never has said or did anything that makes me feel otherwise. I know what I'm worth, I can't let myself go that road. It was kind of stupid to hope that shirt would fit me. That shirt is tight on him, not that I'm complaining.

Bucky is the best thing that has happened to me. I can't let my demons ruin that. I just have to keep reminding myself my worth.

Part 2

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