#Steve’s the only one that he trusts with his sweetheart even if Steve fumes with jealousy every time Eddie calls his guitar sweetheart

[morganbritton132]

Fan: *trying to film Corroded Coffin carrying their equipment in to a local show for their CC blog*

Steve: *trying to help by carrying Eddie’s guitar*

Eddie: Wow, that looks heavy. Need help? *grabs hold of Steve’s free hand and interlocks their fingers* Better?

#Eddie ‘Chronic Pain’ Munson is actually banned from helping them lug their equipment around so Steve fills in #Eddie remains helpful by aggressively holding Steve’s hand #Steve’s the only one that he trusts with his sweetheart even if Steve fumes with jealousy every time Eddie calls his guitar sweetheart #I’ve been gone for a hot second. I think I’m going to be more sporadic with this series from now on #eddie munson tiktok saga #eddie munson #steve harrington

[h4rring1on]

reader got sa’d and is just sitting on the curb with a blanket on while the cops are arresting the guy, and eddie wasn’t at the party, so when he comes he’s just very confused and when they tell him what would be his reaction? i’m craving this type of comfort right now :(

warnings: reader obvi gets sa’d, little flashbacks of the assault, eddie being heartbroken for u, swearing, i don’t know what else please tell me if there’s something i missed !!

you sat there, on the curb, covered in a blanket, the blue and red lights blinding you as they flashed. nancy and robin sat next to you while steve stood there trying to understand what the cops are gonna do.

there was no expression on your face that could help anyone understand what you were feeling. you sat there, you weren’t sad, or scared, or angry. you were just…there.

like you just completely shut down, and now you were just…existing. robin and nancy didn’t speak, they just rubbed your shoulder in comfort, they didn’t want you to speak either. they already knew what happened, they were the ones who stopped it.

a sudden flashback came to mind, how he had his hand wrapped around your throat, how you were basically choking while he got the pleasure he wanted. the only feeling you had right now, was regret. you felt weak, like you could’ve done something.

nancy and robin ran into the bathroom after hearing a scream and stopped him, but you? you couldn’t do anything. that’s what made you feel almost ashamed at how frozen you were.

hopper stood there talking to the other officers before looking at you, but before he could say anything, he heard a loud slam of a car door. he looked behind him to see eddie there, stepping out of the car.

confusion and worry consuming him as he looked around, seeing the cop cars everywhere, he kept looking around, and froze when he saw you there. your visibly shaking body covered in the blanket, with robin, steve, and nancy by your side

when he was about to get to you, hopper stopped him, you didn’t even notice he was there. you were too caught up in your own head.

hopper told him what happened, and if you were looking at him, you’d see how fast his expression changed. he looked at you with heartbreak in his eyes, guilt took over his body as he thought about what could’ve happened if he was there.

the sound of handcuffs snapped him back to reality, he looked to his side to see the man that did this, he felt nothing but anger at that moment. he ran to him and punched him, hopper pulled him back

“let me go” eddie said, fuming

“i know you’re angry kid. i am too, i know this girl, i know her. so it’s worse. but trust me, you don’t wanna do this, not right now, not with her here, at least” he said and turned to you, eddie turned to you as well and saw you staring at him right in the face

eddie stared at you for a second, hopper let him go and he got to you, the others walked away to give you two some space. he gently grabbed your face, inspecting you. he saw the bruise forming on your neck, and your cheek was red, like you were slapped, hard. your eyes were bloodshot, you looked so traumatized.

“oh my god” his voice cracked, “i’m so sorry, baby. i’m so—my god” he couldn’t even continue his sentence, he went in to hug you, but he heard you wince, so he refrained.

“i’m here now, i’m right here. i’m here baby” he stroked your hair and kept whispering things, you haven’t said a single word ever since it happened, and nobody was gonna force you to, it’s not like you could.

you don’t even know how, but suddenly, your breathing was faster now, everything was closing in on you. you felt like you couldn’t breathe

“hey—hey, sweetheart” he said, noticing this and trying to calm you

“i—i can’t—i” you were panicking

“baby” he said and held your hand, you turned to look at him, “take a deep breath with me, yeah?” he said and took a deep breath, you tried mimicking his actions

“there we go, that’s good, baby, that’s good. now tell me what you can see”

you took a few more breaths, “i—i see you—and hopper, and the…the police car”

“that’s right, good girl. tell me what you can hear”

“the um—you, and—hopper, and the other police man talking” you said, taking a few breaths in between

“that’s correct, good job, you’re doing so so good, can you tell me what you can feel?” he said in an assuring tone

you nodded and took another breath, “your…your hand, and the um blanket—“

“that’s great, sweetheart, you’re doing great” he said, and he kept asking about your other senses, sooner or later, you felt way calmer, and safer, because eddie was here. he was here and he was going to make sure nothing like this ever happens again.

a/n: hi anon! i hope this is good! so sorry you were craving something like this, hope you’re doing better :(

#stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie my love <3

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Jealous Eddie

Hey you! Sorry for bombarding you with requests, haha! I was wondering if you could do a (slightly childish? petty?) Eddie XFemReader where they are in a relationship and the reader gets hurt by other girls flirting with Eddie to get free weed and him not saying he's taken or telling them to stop while he's telling the reader that 'it's harmless' and she has no need to be jealous. So the reader just want to make him feel the same thing and Gareth or Steve offers to help her out - not cheating of course, but someone is being all 'touchy feely' with HIS girl and Eddie doesn't like it one bit, until he realizes what's going on.

Request by @slightlyvicked

Warnings; Jealous reader, jealous Eddie, fluff.

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Yn was fuming. How could Eddie not see that these girls were flirting with him? Batting their eyes and giggling so much that it grated her.

Eddie just stood there and said nothing while they flirted and to say she was growing more and more pissed was an understatement.

Did the girls not realise she was Eddie's girlfriend? No, they didn't they just wanted the free weed.

She told Eddie how she felt and he reassured her that everything was fine and they weren't flirting.

"Even if they are princess I don't care, I only have eyes for you. I only want you".

That helped her feel a little better and she eventually calmed down whenever Eddie wasn't swayed by their flirting.

Then the annoyance would come roaring back to the surface when another girl came along with flirty looks and comments.

She trusted Eddie with her whole heart and she knew he would never cheat, he was loyal to those who he loved and he treated her like a princess like she was the most precious thing in the world to him.

She just wishes that Eddie would understand how she felt and she told this all to Steve and Robin at Family Video pausing when Steve got a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"I think I can help you with that, just follow my lead later at Henderson's trust me" she nods confused wondering what he was thinking.

It was there that Steve's plan went into action and she began to realise exactly what his plan was.

At first, it started with Steve sitting very close to her instead of Eddie, his arm slung casually along her shoulder.

Then it was touches on her back, her shoulders and she noticed the way, Eddie was watching them.

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Eddie was pissed. How dare Steve flirt with his girl in front of him? She was his girl, not Harringtons.

His jaw was tense, brown eyes flashing darkly and he had enough taking her hand and leading her into the kitchen for conversation.

"What the fuck is Harrington doing with his hands all over you?" She bites her lip and his eyebrows raise at her silence and he grows more pissed off.

"I told Robin and Steve about those girls always flirting with you for free weed and how it made me feel. Steve offered to help but wouldn't tell me how and that's why he was being so touchy-feely".

Eddie closes his eyes and nods his features softening. Shit now he gets it and he feels like an idiot.

"I get it, sweetheart, I get it. When Harrington's hands were on you I almost lost it, I don't want anyone touching you like that or flirting. I'm sorry I didn't realise what you meant when you were telling me about those girls".

Jesus h Christ he wishes he had just listened to his girl in the first place.

She sighs.

"It hurt Eddie, you couldn't see they were flirting but they were and it pissed me off" he nods.

"I am sorry princess, honestly I didn't realise, if I did I would have told them to knock it off. You're the only girl for me and I will make sure these girls know that I'm off limits, that I'm not interested"

She cuddles into his arms and he rubs her back and kisses her hair. Vowing to make sure his princess knows she is the only one for him and to listen a lot better.

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#eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things eddie munson

[bowieandqueen11]

Set Me Dreaming / Bucky Barnes Imagine

Request: can you do a bucky fic where reader catches him awake in the middle of the night and fighting off some of his troubles? like maybe bucky resists any type of consolation until he finally succumbs. i am open to any of your ideas/own interpretation! thank you!! <3

Yes I can thank you!! Also Mr Barnes it’s been seven years and I am still looking respectfully 👀 

If you like, please comment and reblog!

(The lyrics are Moonlight Serenade by Glenn Miller/ Frank Sinatra (we’re just going to pretend this version came out at the right time aha), and I got them from Google!)

You haven’t heard this song since that night in 1943. Since the night he proposed. Since the night he left. Since the night you lost your Bucky.

‘The stars are aglow and tonight how their light sets me dreaming.’

It takes you a moment to see in the darkness of the little New York Apartment you and Bucky had managed to scrounge up the money to pay for. It certainly needed some work, and sometimes you missed that smell of antiseptic and apple pie - that warmth familiarity of Bucky patching Steve up after a fight with one hand, and trying to copy his mom’s old recipes as a treat for when you got home from work in the other. This place only smelt of car fumes, and a certain stench of must and old pine that was just a sucker punch to the stomach every time you entered. Every time the two of you were reminded how stranded Steve had left you. Buck had tried to cook for you, once, a couple of weeks ago, but you had come home to find him sitting slouched, crying, on the kitchen tiles as he sobbed out how his mind couldn’t remember the measurements his mom had written down. But it didn’t matter, you think as you finally spot the sound of the noise. Wherever and whenever you had Buck, you were home. Even if everything needed work, it was worth it.

The record player swirls slowly from its spot on the kitchen counter, languid in its spinning as the familiar notes bounce around the confining walls and fill the place, and the city, with its warm jazz. At this time of night, there’s little to compete with the rippling trumpets, or the baritone voice - just the faraway sound of car horns and the jagged breathing of something coming from the fire escape. For a moment, you jump, forgetting yourself, forgetting you weren’t trapped in Hydra anymore. And then your heart starts to drop as you untangle yourself from the blankets, getting up from where you were holding your fiancée on the floor, to spot his sitting with his back to you. His eyes are gone. You don’t know how you can tell, solely just from the rise and fall of his naked back. You just know him too well, you suppose.

He’s gone from you, at the moment, eyes glazed with a faraway mist as he looks down at flashing, neon lights and dirt-tramped streets of the city he used to know like the back of his hand. But he’s not there either. No, his mind has wandered away with the song, memories allowing him some reverie by thinking back on that day. On you. A warm glow flashes through his eyes, a smile threatening to twitch at the corners of his lips as he pictures you, the love of his life, hand intertwined with his. He had sobbed against your lips that night, forehead pressed tightly against yours as he gazed at you with terrified eyes, drinking in every feature of your face as if he knew it would be the last time he would see it. If he was going to die, he wanted to make damn sure that the last thing that ever passed his mind was you. He could die happy then, knowing that he had been given one proper, good thing in his life, feeling safe in the memory that he had loved it well. That he would go knowing he would love you forever. You pretend not to feel him shake in your grasp as you dig your fingers into your shoulder, pulling him tighter against your chest and whispering sweet nothings into the dance hall, the thought of him leaving the next morning plaguing your every thought.

‘My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?’

He could barely get the words out that night, he had to mouth them against your lips and hope, his silly, foolish hope, that you would agree to marry a man who was being shipped of the next day. He just needed to go knowing that he was yours, thinking the last twenty five years you had spent joint at the hip would sway you towards the sentimental and you would agree to let him be yours, even if only for a day. It didn’t matter, he knew, as his lips trembled against your own, clenching his eyes shut to try and stop the tears spilling down as you nod your head vigorously. It didn’t matter how long you had in this life, he would be yours forever.

‘I love you, doll. I love you so much it hurts.’

‘Don’t you know I love you the same, Buck?’

He doesn’t feel you come up behind him, placing your hands on his back. Every muscle seems to be jumping out of his skin, skin flush and like a furnace to the touch, but you just wrap your arms around his waist and pull him against your back. Glancing round to see your Bucky’s face, his stubble tickles your cheek as you sigh. He’s still puffing out breath into the cold night’s air, eyes glossy and wet and by grief, filled with so much pain and love and fear that it breaks your heart. 

‘I bring you and sing you a moonlight serenade.’

Then he remembers falling. Feeling weightless in the water, gazing up at the blanket of grey sky above him, at peace in the knowledge that you were here with him, your picture still tucked into his jacket and your face the only thing he saw when he looked up at the sky, at the stars. When he finally closed his eyes, and let himself drift away to you. Then he remembers the pain. The pain of remembering you while he was tied down to that chair, jaw clenched and lips threatening to spill his sobs as they punished him for remembering you, again and again and again and again, until the end, he buries you into a pocket of his mind he hopes Hydra can’t touch. He remembers the plea that used to fall from his lips as they hit him, the tremble in his fingers once he woke up and realised that he, that James, that the Winter Soldier was holding a gun against the head of someone he had never even seen before. Not in his lifetime. But he does what he’s meant to do, what he’s told to do, finger pulling the trigger as some thought twitches at the back of his mind, telling him to keep going. To always carry out his missions, saving the world, saving you.

He doesn’t feel your lips brush against his forehead as he begins to gasp now, almost fighting back against your touch. But you only reach out to steady him, grabbing his biceps as you swing yourself over the barrier to kneel down in front of him, fingers tight as he finally starts to settle himself again. You reach up slowly, careful not to startle him away from whatever pain is haunting him, and brush his hair away from his damp forehead. You don’t miss the way he subconsciously drops his head towards your touch, the almost inaudible sigh of relief that brushes against your nose.

He finally starts to remember himself, remember where he is, eyelashes fluttering open and closed quickly. He nearly bursts into tears right there and then when he spots you, wide eyed and obviously shivering from the cold in front of him. 

‘Buck. Buck - James. It’s okay, we’re okay. You’re here with me, not back there. It’s alright.’

‘Sweetheart-’, he starts, squirming within himself as he scrambles closer to you. ‘A-are you real? You’re really here?’

‘Of course I am, Buck. I’m never leaving you. Never again.’

For a moment there’s a comfortable silence, a knowing moment of trust and understanding between the two of you, before you tug on his metal arm. He gives it to you willingly, the only person he’ll allow to touch the metal without feeling revolted with himself. You pull gently at his fingers, silently pleading for him to unfurl his fists. His breath shakes, knowing it was the same way you had brought him back to himself that day Helicarrier when he had been sent to kill you. The cruellest trick fate had ever played on him. He still cried about it in his dreams, eyes strained and throat hollow with screams as he strained against you, trying time and time again to stop his arms from hurting you. To stop himself from drowning just by the thought of you.

You- you were real. You were here, and then he found himself full on sobbing again. You shush him gently, jumping up to pull his hands away from his face, away from where he had shoved them into his eyes to try and stop himself. Yet he only grabs onto his shirt that you were wearing, fingers clenching and fists white as he pulls you down to straddle his thighs. He nestles his head into your neck, pulling you tight into his arms until he couldn’t be sure where he ended and where you began. As if there had really ever been a difference for him, anyway. You brush your hand through his hair, appreciating the little hum of delight he tried to give you as your fingers scrape the nape of his neck. He sniffles against your skin, but he’s alright. He knows that you would do anything for him. Your soulmate, your Bucky.

And Bucky knew, as he held you against him, that he would never let you go again. He knew that he couldn’t pretend he was alright anymore, that somehow and someway he would have to make amends for everything he has done - everything he has put you through. Yet some warm hope fizzled at the bottom of his heart as he felt your engagement ring bump against the goose bumps of his back, knowing he still owed you a wedding as well. 

His hands are so soft, so gentle, so careful, as he grips onto your waist. His nose bumps against your forehead the same way it had that night, all those years ago, before you had lost him. His tears stain your shirt again, and although he knew he was different now, he also knew there was still some of James Buchanan Barnes left. He knew, because you had his heart, this whole time.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes imagine #tfatws #bucky barnes x reader #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #bucky barnes fluff #marvel #the winter soldier #fatws #falcon and the winter solider spoilers #fatws imagine #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #Sebastian Stan

[queenrose730]

Reckless

The Winter Solider 

Master List

2014

It had been a while since you had been back to the Avengers tower. Once SHIELD got all official after the Battle of New York, they got a big fancy building in DC. You decided to keep an apartment at the tower but honestly spent most of your time now in DC. Now though, you had been forced back by Steve. All because of a broken leg. It didn’t even happen on a mission, although that might have been better. You were sparing with another agent when a mistake happened and your left leg was broken. Steve nearly took the guys head off when he heard you scream. Somehow between the pain you got Steve to focus on you. After all it wasn’t the others guy’s fault.

The doctors put you in a cast and told you to use the crutches for at least 3 months. Then they would reevaluate the leg. Steve caught you once without your crutches and set you back to New York. It forced you to take your job slower and you couldn’t do as much. Plus, Tony and Bruce kept an eye on you. After a week there, Tony broke down and figured out how to make an exoskeleton cast. This way you could get around more easily and hopefully complain less. After some trial and error, and the ok from the doctor, you had a brace. It came up around your thigh and had a plate that slid under your foot. The knee joint move freely but the ankle was locked, but could be loosened as you healed.

“Well it looks like your leg is pretty well healed agent.” It was almost three months to the day.

“Thank god.”

“I would still recommend the brace for another month but the ankle can be set to move freely.”

“Awesome. I’ll get Tony to do that.” The doctor at the tower was so much nicer than at SHIELD. Probably because they were ex-military docs. They somehow always were dicks.

“I’ll want to see you again in a month. But other than that you are free to go.” You hopped of the bed and shook the doctors hand.

“Thanks again. I appreciate you working with me.”

“You didn’t give me much of a choice.” He raised an eyebrow. To which you just shrugged your shoulders and headed out. The doctor just laughed as you walked out the door.

“Hey Jarvis. Let Tony know I’m on my way down!” It took all you had not to skip down the hall.

“Certainly Miss yln.”

As you reached the elevator you grabbed your phone to let Steve know how your leg was and maybe drop the hint about getting back to your regular work. Before you could type your message, number came up on your screen.

“Speak of the devil! I was just about to text you. I got the all clear from the doc.”

“That’s good yn.” His voices sounded off.

“What’s wrong Steve? How’d the mission go?”

“It was complicated.” He let out a sigh over the phone.

“How complicated?” Suddenly the conversation was serious. You changed the floor you were headed to, now going to your apartment.

“What do you know about something call Project Insight?”

“I’ve never heard of it.” The door to the elevator opened and you walked down the hall.

“Fury showed it to me. I need you to see if you can find anything out about it. Something doesn’t feel right.”

“Sure. Hang on a sec while I get my computer up and running.” You sat down at your desk. Setting the phone down and putting Steve on speaker. If something did sit right with him, it was trouble. You learned quick to trust Steve gut.

“Alright let’s see what I can find.” A quick search of shield records didn’t provide much.

“All I can see is that there is a file under that name but it pretty high clearance. Like Fury and a few others. What is it?” You kept click through files that you could open while listening to Steve.

“He’s got three helicarriers. At armed to the nines. He said it’s a way to neutralize threats before they happen.”

“What? So shield is building their own nuclear deterrent? How is Fury ok with that?”

“I don’t know. Can you see anything else?”

“No Steve. Not without hacking in and they would know it was me. I doubt even the people working on it know what they are building.”

“Ok. Well I’m going to have to do some more digging around here.”

“I can come down there Steve. My leg is fine.”

“No yn. Just stay there. Keep digging though files and see what you can find.”

“Ok. Be careful Steve.”

“You too sweetheart.”

You spent the rest of the night combing through any file you could get your hands on. Tony came up sometime after dinner. He was going to yell at you for not eating or coming down to have him loosen your brace. But changed his mind when he saw the mess around you on the desk. Instead he went back and grabbed you a plate. Pulling you away for only a moment so you could eat and he could take care of the brace.

“So how bad is it kiddo?”

“I don’t know Tony. The more I dig the more inaccuracies I find in all kinds of files.” You stared at the computer twirling your fork. “I think I might head down to DC.”

“Well I’ll get a jet ready for you. It’ll be on standby.” He stood from his seat and walked to the door. “And what is it the Rogers always tell you? He gave another pause and you turned to him. That’s right! Don’t do anything stupid of reckless yn.” With that he was out the door.

You took one more look at the computer before standing up and heading to the bed. If shit was about to hit the fan you at least need to get some rest.

Apparently you needed more than you thought. It was almost 8am when you finally woke up. You decided against breakfast for the moment. You checked for phone for any messages then hit the shower. After your shower, you started to pack your bag. A change of regular clothes along with your tac suit. Some toiletries and a few extras. Lastly was the fun stuff. In the hall Closet was your own mini armory. You pack your usual two pistols and a few blades. You also grabbed a couple auto injectors. Can never be to safe. While you were packing though you missed the alert on your computer. Something big was happening.

“Miss yn. You jet is ready for takeoff.”

“Thank you Jarvis.” You walked to the door and laced up your boots.

“There was also an alert that came up on your computer miss.”

“What?” You stood up and headed to your desk. Leaving your bag by the door.

Sure enough there was an alert. Nick Fury was dead and Steve was wanted by Shield.

“What the fuck!” You nearly topped your chair when you stood. Instantly grabbing for your phone to call Steve. There was no answer. Shit. Shit. Shit. You grabbed you bag and ran to the jet. Shit was hitting the fan. A lot of shit.

“Jarvis let Tony know I’m leaving.”

“Certainly.”

You flicked through your takeoff procedures and grabbed the controls.

“Jarvis try Steve again.” You shot up into the sky heading to DC.

“I’m sorry miss. He did not answer.”

“Fuck. Try Maria.” She was always close to fury. Hopefully she would know what the hell was going on.

“Hill.”

“Maria. What the fuck is going on?”

“Yn.” She paused. It sounded like she was taking to someone.

“I’m on my way to DC. Tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“Yn. I’m sending you Coordinates to land at. Do not enter DC air space.” Fuck. This was bad.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you when. You get here. Just get here.” She hung up. You pushed the engines to max speed.

You made it to the coordinates Maria gave you in almost record time. 20 minutes from her hanging up to when you touched down outside an old dam. Maria was out waiting for you.

“Tell me what the fuck is going on!” By the time you landed you were fuming. Not at anyone particularly but at the whole situation. “What happened to Fury? Where is Steve?”

“Come on in yn.” She turned to lead you into the damn. All you wanted to do was cuss and scream at her nonchalant attitude towards everything. You followed her down the damp hallways of the dam until it opened up into a small room.

“I could hear you cursing from in here yn.”

“Fury! What the fuck” He held back a laugh. “SHIELD said you were dead. How?”

“They needed to think he was actually dead but we got him out of the hospital and here for treatment.” Maria moved around the bed and started talking to one of the doctors. You took a seat next to fury.

“What is going on?”

“Shield has been compromised.”

“By who?”

“HYDRA.”

“Project insight is them.” You sat back in your seat. That would explain all the odd bits of info you had been picking up while digging through files. Fury nodded at your response. “How long?”

“I’m not sure. At this point we don’t know who to trust.”

“So why I am here? Why did you let me know you’re alive?”

“Because other than Captain Rogers, you would be the second person in line to kill anyone that might be affiliated with HYDRA.” He wasn’t wrong.

“So where is Steve now? What’s are next play?”

“Hill is working on how to get Steve. Then we stop Insight.”

Sitting around was not your style, but Fury told you to wait. Maria was on trying to track down Steve. Doctors where still working on patching up fury. All you could do was sit and wait. You knew that if Steve was running he would have ditched his cell. At this point it really wasn’t safe to call anyone else. Fury didn’t even want you call Nat. You only slipped a call to Tony to let him know you landed. He tried to press for more info but you shut him down quickly. You could hear the news playing in the background about Fury and Steve.

It was well into the night when Maria finally found something. A STRIKE team had been sent to a mall then Camp Lehigh was bombed. There was still no indication where Steve was at.

Then around mid-morning the next day more alerts started going off. Sitwell was kidnapped.

“That has to be Steve right?” You had taken up a post with Maria going through any SHIELD alerts.

“It’s a good chance. Keep digging.”

“God I should have come down here when he called me the other night.”

“There’s nothing you could have done. You would just be on the run with him.” Maria looked up at you over her computer. “And do you think Steve would want you out there or here?” You caught the smirk on her face.

“Yea yea.” You waved her off. Steve did just about anything to keep you safe. He learned quickly that your self-preservation was about as good as his.

“This is it!” She stood up quickly and spun her computer around. A STRIKE team orders to grab them on the freeway. They were helping out “the asset”.  “If I can get into one of those prisoner transports, I can get them out.” Before you could respond she was off to Fury.

“Take the team and get him.”

“Yes, sir.” She turned and started ordering the men around.

“I’m coming with you Maria.”

“No you’re not yn. I need you here.” It was an order from Fury.

“Fine.” You just watched as Maria and her team suited up.  

“I don’t what you doing anything stupid out there yn.”

“I know Fury. I know.” He was right. The likelihood you would do something stupid was pretty high. All you could do now is wait.

  The plan was easy enough. Steve, Sam and you each had a chip to place into the helicarriers. Linking them and taking them out of the air. Nat and Fury would take down SHIELD. Exposing everything to the world. Steve was on edge even though he didn’t show it.

“I want you to get on and off that helicarrier quick. Don’t mess around.”

“Steve I’m fine. If it’s about the leg, it’s ok.”

“Yn. It won’t take much for you to rebreak it.”

“Yep. And it doesn’t take much to break my other bones either.” You teased and jogged off to your starting point.

“Yn I’m serious.” He said over comms. You just laughed to yourself and continued on.

The guys gave you a head start. You listened to Steve talk over the intercom. People that you passed looking nervously between each other. Once you reached you carrier, it was mostly unguarded for the moment. Steve drawing the attention away from it for the moment. Just a few bad guys to take down. Suddenly the door above the carrier began to open.

“Uh, guys they are getting ready to launch.”

“Get that chip in place and get back to Maria yn.” You rolled your eyes at Steve even though he couldn’t see you.

You pushed harder to get to the control center to get your chip in place. Thankfully it seemed most people hadn’t quite realized you were already on the ship. Outside you could see that Sam and Steve were drawing the most attention.

“I got my chip in place. How are you guys doing?” Getting out was going to be a bit more difficult.

“I’m locked.” Sam shouted.

“Two down. Captain how are you looking?” Maria was running the ground.

“Working on it.”

“Steve where are you? I’m coming to you.” You started working your way to the flight deck.

“Yn get back to Maria. I got this.”

“Oh fuck you Steve.”  You heard Sam laugh.

“I like her.” That earned a groan from Steve.

“Since you like me so much want to give a lift Sam?” You kept working your way to the deck. First plan was to grab a jet and head to Steve. You just had to get up there.

“6 minutes until it reached altitude.”

“Sam! Where is that ride!”

“I’m grounded. Steve’s on the carrier.”

“What happened!”

“Winter Solider.”

“Shit.” You pushed off from where you were hiding. Steve told you that somehow that was Bucky. That whatever happened to him when he was captured during the war must have helped him survive the fall. You knew Steve would be blinded by his friend. Even if he didn’t recognize him.

“Steve you copy? I’m on my way.” No response.

“Falcon. I got Rumlow.” Maria broke in.

“I’m on it.”

“Maria can you get into one of these jets and get it started for me?” You kept clearing a path.

“Space five. Staring engines now.” The jet just ahead of you roared to life and the hatch opened.

“I could kiss you girl!” You climbed in and headed to the last carrier.

By the time you reached the control center Steve and the Solider were already locked. You took aim and started firing at the Solider. It caused just enough distraction for him that Steve was able to lock him in a hold.

“Yn.” He hissed over the comms.

“Just get me that chip Steve!” Steve shoved the Solider off of him and started toward you. Climbing up the structure.

“Steve!” The Solider was back up an aiming at Steve. He tossed the chip at you. You barely got your fingers on it, leaning every part of your body over the railing. A shot rang out.

“Go yn!” Steve kept climbing as you rushed to the computer. More shots were fired. This time they hit you. First in your leg.

“Yn!”

“I got it Steve!”

“One minute!” Maria shouted over comms. This was it you just had to reach- Another shot. It hits you in the shoulder propelling you forward. You slam into the control center. Pressing the keys as fast as you could the door slid open. Just as you reached to put your chip in another shot hit your stomach. You fell before you could get the chip placed.

“Damnit.” Steve had reached you. He grabbed the chip from you and slammed it home. “We’re locked.”

“Get out of there guys.”

Steve reached down to scoop you up when he was shot in the shoulder.

“Maria. Fire.”

“Yn.” Maria questioned you.

“I said fire!” You shouted. Steve didn’t have words to say. Suddenly there was an explosion.

“Why?”

“Steve.” You gave him a sad look. He dug in you suit to find an injector. Quickly stabbing it into your arm.

“That was stupid.”

“So is this.” You pushed him off of you. “Where is the Solider?” Steve looked around. When he stopped you followed his eye line. The Solider was trapped under a large piece of metal from the carrier. “Go.”

Steve looked back to you.

“Go Steve.” You reached into your pocket and grabbed another injector. Slamming that one into your thigh. Steve nodded.

“Here.” He handed you the shield. The carrier started to tip. A quick glance saw that it was colliding with the building.

“Stupid and reckless.” You gave him a grin then stood the best you could. At the railing you gave a look down. There was a break in the glass directly below you and water beyond that.

“Get your friend Steve.” Before he could question you, you heaved yourself over the railing and out the bottom of the ship.

You used the shield to help break the water as you hit it. It still nearly took all the air out of you. Once you bobbed back to the surface you looked back up. The building seemed to have caught the carrier and it just sat there. The extra injector gave you enough strength to slowly swim to the edge of the water.

“Where’s Steve and yn!” Your comms still worked!

“I’m in the water under the ship! I’m trying to get to shore. Steve’s still on the carrier.”

“I’ll get a vehicle and get her Fury.”

“Copy that Hill.”

You just have to get to the edge before that carrier comes down. Pushing your muscles as they ached. The pain meds quickly wearing off even with the extra dose. You glanced back. Shit. The carrier was coming down. You didn’t know if you were clear but you hoped you were. Maybe the wave it caused would give you the extra push to the shore.

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[modern-vellichor]

Grief, is a Beautiful Thing

Stage Three: Bargaining

Warnings: Grief, death of a major character, loss, dealing with depression, explicit language, angst.

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Bargaining; takes place within the mind by trying to explain the things that could have done differently or better.

Early morning light filtered through your curtains, you grimaced. The sun hadn't risen yet, pale grey light burned your eyes. You rolled over, away from the window, an attempt to escape the burning light. You were met by a sleeping figure.

shit.

You slowly reached behind you, fingers wrapping around the cool handle of your knife, and then he stirred.

"Y/N?", his voice was groggy and sleepy, but it was recognisable.

"Buck", you relaxed a little, still on guard.

"Mornin', doll", he rolled over to face you, throwing an arm over your waist. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in. His stubble rubbed your soft skin raw, hot breath fanning over your shoulder, making you shudder.

You gently pushed Bucky off of you. He grumbled, cuddling into your pillow. He watched you as you got dressed, a button down and some slacks, you were never one for skirts. "Where you goin'?", he mumbled.

You checked the clock. 06:23am.

"work"

With that you left your own room, leaving Bucky to his own devices. He would leave eventually, besides, you had a busy day. All your days were busy lately, filled with meetings and training and recruitments, organising missions and whatnot.

So you sat, stuck behind your desk, running on coffee with extra shots and too much sugar, you always liked it sweet. Bucky watched men and women, in suits and pencil skirts, brief cases in hand, come and go from your office, he heard your sighs of frustration, he even heard you yell at one or two.

The sun was setting when he finally knocked on your door, you called out to him, voice strained and tired, barely audible, "come in".

"hey, doll", he smiled down at you, eyes sparkling with sympathy. You looked back at him, expectantly. "I was thinking, what if we go out and get dinner, you and me"

You dropped your gaze to your desk and sighed, "sure".

He smiled as you locked up, throwing your coat over your shoulders.

Bucky took the chance, reaching down to entwine his fingers with yours, you recoiled from his touch.

The cool Brooklyn evening nipped at your skin. You breathed in the spoiled city air, smoke and exhaust fumes filling your lungs. It was blissful, the moments of peace and numbness brought with dirty air and city noise.

Bucky brought you to a 50s style diner, greasy food and old jukeboxes. You enjoyed it, you missed this. Bucky and you, the team, you missed him.

He lead conversation that evening, telling you about the things you had missed while being locked in that office all day. You just smiled and nodded.

He walked you back, slowly, letting you take in the sights of the city. He was about to leave you, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, stood in your door frame. Your hands gripped his shirt as he hugged you, close and tight. "stay", you whispered. And he did, gladly.

His arms still enveloping you, you stumbled back to your bed, collapsing into soft sheets. Tangled with each other, you whispered soft words to him, a poem Steve had muttered to you an age ago. A gentle haiku that burned through your thoughts nightly, plaguing your rigid dreams.

"In me burns the most Catholic of longings; to devour the divine."

Once he was asleep, you slipped out of the sheets, out of his grasp, to your window, to her, the moon. Your beautiful friend burned bright and full in the sky tonight, white and bright in all her dark glory.

"do you think, if I had loved him harder, he would have stayed?", you whispered, she was silent tonight, no sweet song filling your ears in response to your grieving. "maybe, if I hadn't been blipped, I could have saved him, he would still be here"

"could you have looked out for him", you asked, yearning for an answer from your lady of the night. "if I had asked, would you have saved him? like you did me?", you begged the divine being above you, celestial light burning you soft skin, aching with silence, yearning for an answer.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, a pair of soft lips nuzzling your lips, "nothing would have made him stay, draga mea"

The pet name made your skin crawl, in the best of ways. You leaned into his touch, he littered soft kisses over your shoulder and neck. Your divine goddess shone down on you, his love oozing from his skin into yours, making you shudder.

You closed your eyes, breathing becoming heavy as he whispered again. "Y/N, his heart was always somewhere else, you know that", you hummed sadly in response. "stay here, with me, I'm right here, just stay", he pleaded, words seeping into your delicate skin.

His hands made their way up your arms, turning you to face him. He cradled your face, thumbs grazing over your cheeks, it was beautiful, in a heartbreaking way. You always thought that in the right moments, Grief had a certain beauty to it, that longing and emptiness that one would feel, the poetic loneliness that came with the loss. Right now, grief, was a beautiful thing.

One hand grasped his wrist, the other came up to his cheek. There was something familiar about the whole encounter; memorable and far away.

His lips brushed over yours, a ghostly touch. This was far different from your last midnight rendezvous, this wasn't gnashing teeth and lust blown eyes, this was soft, gentle, a sweet song of yearning, recovery.

"do you think", you started, voice a mere whisper, his lips trailing down your neck. "that if I were more like her, he would have stayed?"

He brought his face back up to yours, pressing your foreheads together, his hands weaving through your hair.

"doll, nothing would have made him stay. Not you, not me, nothing"

You leaned forward, lips pressed against his, mouths slotting together in a ritualistic dance. Short and sweet and soft, sacred and secret in the safety of the moonlight and the closed door of your bedroom.

You instinctively brought both of your hands to meet his, cupping them, same as his cupped your tear-soaked cheeks. Realization stuck the both of you as you separated, gasping for air. Instead of recoiling, instead of turning your back, banishing him from your room, you took his hand in yours, you closed your fingers, tightening into a reassuring grip, and he did the same.

Leaning back in, your lips connected with his, sparks flying down your spine. The two of you stumbled backwards towards silky sheets.

Eventually, feverish, tear stained kisses turned to soft pecks and gentle touches. He buried his head in your neck, breathing soft reassurance over your chest, you hugged him close, running a hand over his hair, and another over his back as you cradled him.

"In me burns the most Catholic of longings; to devour the divine."

Your eyes widened in surprise, "so, you heard everything?", you mumbled, eyes closed.

He pressed a wet kiss to your shoulder, muttering nothing but " 'm sorry"

You curled further into his embrace, tears still steadily rolling down your face, glistening in the moonlight.

The tears never stopped, you shook and shuddered in your dreams, drowning in the river you had cried, Steve watching from the banks. You awoke in a cold sweat, tears hot and heavy on your cheeks, Bucky wide eyed and worried next to you, arms around your shoulders.

You found yourself far away, in a land of your own, too often for your own good. Too many times had you caught yourself burdened with thoughts of Steve, especially the last few days.

"what could I have done to made him stay?"

Nothing. Nothing would have made him stay, although he was your night in shining armour, he was your forever, you were just a casualty of his chivalry, you were just for now. His heart was always with Peggy.

"would he have stayed?"

No, you come to realise this later, staying would have killed him. He belonged there, with her, this life, this world, this love, was unnatural, and in a way, forced, and the tears fall freely now, but you'll smile later. He's happier with her.

"did he love me?"

He loved you, of course he did. You were his sunshine, his darling, his honey. You were the sacred piece of art that every bone in his body ached to memorize. You were a missing piece to his puzzle, just not the only one.

He left for his childhood sweetheart, the love of his life, the woman that sat on the backburner of his mind, haunting his every thought.

"would he be angry?"

Of course not, he left you, he broke every promise he made, and left you broken in turn. Bucky was there to put you back together, and Steve trusted him.

"is this right?"

"am I allowed to love another so soon?"

You were starting to believe, that deep down, you always loved Bucky, and just chose not to see it. He was the complete opposite to Steve, and opposites attract. It seemed, often, that you and Steve were two sides of the same coin, the exact same, so much so that you just went together, it was natural.

Bucky was always there, a very necessary third wheel in your relationship. He was always there when you and Steve fought, taking your side and supporting you. And now, here he was, picking you up and seeing you back together.

Bucky had always loved you, since the moment he first lay eyes on your soft skin and innocent eyes. From the first time he saw you kill a HYDRA agent with your bare hands. He felt the jealousy, the guilt that only built up over the years, every time you kissed Steve, or interlaced your fingers with his.

Now, here he was, luckiest man in the world. Tracing your angelic features with calloused fingers, drinking you up as you bared your soul to him, and he felt blessed. He felt whole and pure, and clean. Like you had taken him in and purged him of his sins, and he needed you now, he was too far gone.

Secrets. Secrets hurt, especially this one. The hidden kisses that you only indulged in, under the safety of the moonlight. The soft touches that were a virtue for only the dead of night, your name on his lips like a mantra that only chorused with the stars.

How you wanted to hold him, to keep him together, he was falling apart too. You could tell. Best friends on both schoolyards and battlefields, it hurt Bucky same as it hurt you.

You were taking and taking and taking, draining him of all his love and energy. He willingly gave, of course he did, he would give you anything, if you asked, but he was draining.

You could see it, his gorgeous blue eyes were grey and dull, his smile never quite reached his eyes, a constant frown gracing his godly features. He felt small, you needed to build him up, you had to, as a thank you.

So you did, you forgot about your strife, your grief, your tears, they were a figure of the past, a beautiful story of fiction, Bucky was all you knew. You spent every hour with him, cradling him in the night, holding him close and breathing him, sewing him together, putting him back in place all over again. Rebuilding.

At night as he slept, you still crept to the moon, to ask your goddess divine, what would have happened if Steve stayed, but then you look over your shoulder, and see Bucky lying there, sleeping so peaceful, angelic and godlike in your bed, and you forget all about that.

You heal his bruises with kisses, his mental scars with soft words and poems whispered in the dead of night, his touch softens with every glance you spare him.

Of course, you begin to lose yourself. How are you supporting to navigate your own when all you know is Bucky, water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink. You lose sight of the person you are, who you were, you breathe Bucky. He is there every second of every day, hovering over you, breathing you in.

Soon your questions to the moon turn to pleas. Desperate cries for help to the night sky.

"I don't know who I am anymore"

"Find me, please"

"Bring me back"

"My soul is with you, find it, please"

Bucky doesn't hear a thing, of course he doesn't. For nightmares no longer plague his dreams, not now that he smells you on his clothes, not now that you reside in his heart, in his hands. Not now that he can reach out and find you with your soul bared to him and only him, now that he has you, his troubles are gone.

Hes too infatuated with you to even notice. He turns a blind eye to the tear stains on your pillow, the growing grease in your hair, the fine lines making home in your soft skin. He doesn't notice how often you drift off, zoning out into some other reality, he never hears your silent cries for help, he doesn't notice how often you lie in, or take days off, because he just gets more of you. He gets to breathe you in, drink you up, take and take and take, and you just give, guilt piled up for months, broken and you still must fix. It's a toxic cycle, you need help, but he mustn't know, he cannot find out.

This is a secret that hurts, but it's one you absolutely have to keep.

@vicmc624 @dee-vn @soleil-dor

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[buriednurbckyrd]

The Breakup Box (4)

Afterwards she was exhausted.  Over a week of restless sleep, overexertion, and emotional distress had left her completely drained. As much as they wanted to continue the discussion Bucky and Steve could see Y/N was running on fumes.  She tried to insist she was fine, but they walked her back to her room, placed gently kisses on her forehead and told her they would talk after she got some much needed rest.  Since her mind was fuzzy after everything that had happened she didn’t put up any fight.  The last thing she remembered was falling into her bed.

She slept soundly until morning.

She woke with a soft groan, realizing she hadn’t moved an inch since she fell asleep and it was after eight o’clock.  She stretched like a cat to loosen her cramped muscles.  Absently rubbing at the back of her neck she wondered if Steve would work the knot out of her shoulder. Steve.  Bucky.  I told them I’m in love with them.  And then they kissed me.

She touched her fingertips to her lips and they curved into a smile as she remembered the feeling.  Knowing they still had a lot to talk about, but surely that was a good sign.  Right?  Happier than she could remember being in a long time she slide out of bed to dress for the day.  Heading towards the kitchen she picked up her phone and sent off a text to Bucky.

Pancakes?

Knowing they were one of his favorites, she started pulling out the necessary ingredients.  She’d made them so often for him and the rest of the team she no longer needed to look at a recipe.  When his reply came through his enthusiasm made her giggle at her screen.  

Bucky: Yes pls!!! Be there in a min Steve says I have to put on pants.

Chuckling to herself, she put some bacon in a pan and started a fresh pot of coffee.  The breakfast felt important some how.  A little bit of a continuation of her apology, but also the first morning after putting all her cards on the table. A part of her still worried she would wake up from the dream or they would change their minds and shun her.  Suddenly her throat felt like it would close up and the doubts would swallow her whole.  

“Stop overthinking whatever’s going through that brain of yours,” Bucky’s voice was still slightly rough from sleep.  “You have worried face.”  He smiled at her.  

“’Morning Y/N, Bucky said you’re making pancakes?”  Steve poured himself a cup of steaming coffee.  Dropping a kiss on the top of her head he peeked at the stove.  “And bacon?  You’re too good to us.”  

“Honestly it’s kind of part two of my apology,” she turned the strips of meat so they wouldn’t burn.  “I wanted to do something nice for you both.”  

“Hey, we’re good,” Bucky took her hand and rubbed his thumb over the top.  “You don’t owe us anything.  Not that I’m about to turn down breakfast.”  

“Still, I really made a mess of everything.”  She poured batter onto the griddle.  “And clearly there’s more we need to talk about. Cooking is a good outlet for my nervous energy.”  

“Why would you be nervous?”  

“Because- wait.  Let me finish this.”  She shot them a timid smile.  “Maybe you could set the table?  These won’t take long, and the bacon is nearly done.”  They shared a look but nodded and did as she asked. Y/N tried to keep her mind on the task in front of her.  Even though she had woken up feeling happy and hopeful, now she couldn’t help but wonder if she had read everything wrong.  She flipped the last few pancakes onto a platter and carried it over to the table. Bucky’s eyes brightened and he immediately slide some on to his plate.  Y/N only watched the two men dig into their food, finding her stomach was unsettled again with anxiety.  

“Aren’t you gonna have some Y/N?”  Steve asked her, looking concerned.  

“I don’t think I could tolerate food at the moment,” she tried a reassuring smile.  “I’m okay, I’ll eat in a bit.”  Bucky dropped his fork and frowned at her.

“Talk to us, sweetheart.  I thought we cleared everything up yesterday.”

“Did we?”  She picked at her nails.  “Because all I remember is telling you that I’m in love with both of you, kissing both of you, and being sent to bed.”  Her face burned.  “God, why is this so awkward?”  Steve reached out and took her hand.  

“You were exhausted,” he said gently.  “But I’m sorry we didn’t do more to ease your mind.  We’re here now and we’ll do our best to make sure we’re on the same page.”  

“I guess I just want to know where we stand?  I never imagined I would ever admit any of this so I have no idea what happens next.”  They shared another one of those infuriating looks, one that she just knew was a whole telepathic conversation in a few seconds.  

“We talked a lot last night,” Bucky said after their interlude and looked at her apologetically.  “Not to shut you out or anything, that was never our intention.  And well…”  

“We owe you an apology too.”  Steve finished.  

“Huh? For what?”  

“We haven’t been honest about our feelings either.”  Bucky told her.

“Maybe if we had, none of this would have happened.”  Steve’s expression was heartbreaking.  

“What do you mean?”  

“We mean the feelings are mutual, Doll.”  Bucky grinned.  “I’m in love with you right back.”  

“Same for me, Y/N,” Steve added.  “Probably from the very beginning.” When she couldn’t find words he slipped from his chair and knelt beside her.  “Back in during the war, when I watched Bucky fall,” he paused to swallow the lump in his throat.  “I thought that was it, I’d never get the chance to tell him how I really felt.  I never thought any of this would happen.  Crashing into the ice, getting unfrozen, finding Bucky again, getting him back…  I got my second chance.”  He looked up at the other man, who had moved to stand behind Y/N, resting his mismatched hands on her shoulders. “None of this should be possible, but some how it is.  I felt like the luckiest man in the world and then you walked into our lives and I couldn’t fathom how much fortune I was having just poured on my lap.  You wound around my heart the first time I heard you laugh and I didn’t reach out because how could I dare to wish for more love?”

“Steve,” she was crying again.  “You deserve all the love in the world.” He wiped the tears on her cheeks.  

“I realized that I truly am the luckiest man in the world,”  his own eyes filled.  “The moment you told us how you felt, because I’m getting the chance to love two of the most amazing people in this whole messed up world.”  Bucky pulled her out of her chair and cupped her face in his hands.  

“I spent seventy years in cold and darkness.  After all the things I’ve done, I didn’t think I deserved any of this.  As long as you and Steve let me, I’ll do whatever I can to prove I am.”  

“Always.” She whispered.  “Til the end of the line.”  This time she initiated, her arms went around Bucky’s neck and she pulled him down as she went up on her tip toes.  His lips were salty, from her tears and his, but it didn’t matter.  She registered the sensation of his hands stroking down her back, gently gripping her hips.  A second set of arms went around her middle and another pair of lips trailed over her neck.  

“Does this answer your questions?”  Steve murmured in her ear.  “Clear everything up?”  

“Almost,” she turned and tugged him down to her.  “I just need to check one more thing.”  He grinned and nipped at her lips before sinking into the kiss with a soft sound that might have been a groan.  They gently broke away and she swore her lips were buzzing.  

“We know you’ve had a rough go with guys planning dates for you,” Bucky nuzzled against her neck.  “But we would really like it if you would let us take you out.”

“Will you trust us to plan something special for you, please?”  Steve kissed her knuckles.  

“I’ve trusted you both with my life more times than I can count, of course I do.”  Unable to resist any more she buried her face in Steve’s chest.  “I missed this.  I missed hugging you guys.”  

“Never gonna let you go again.  You’re stuck with us now.”  Bucky poked her in the side where he knew she was ticklish.  She let out an undignified squeak like he knew she would.  “I can’t wait to take you out on a proper date.”  His voice had dropped an octave, rumbling through her body.  “We’re gonna show you how you should be treated, Doll.”  His promise was made all the sweeter by the dark suggestion of his desire.  When she flicked her eyes up to meet Steve’s, she saw raw need in them.  Things were definitely crystal clear.  

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[team-iron-wannabe-man]

Promises

Title: Promises

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2609

Summary: Bucky gets injured during a mission, and Y/N isn’t very happy about it, in fact, she’s the exact opposite of happy. 

Warning: Mission Angst, Some Fluff, Smut (so if you are under the age of 18, refrain from reading this. And if you are following this blog, please unfollow immediately! This is an 18+ONLY blog. Thank you).

A/N: This is my first Bucky smut so please be kind. Also, I would love some feedback. And I would greatly appreciate a reblog, and wouldn’t mind at all if you would share this with a fellow Bucky lover :) Thank you and happy reading! xx

Disclaimer: Photo from marvelcinematicuniverse.fandom.com

Bucky hadn’t stuck to the plan. He hadn’t stuck to the plan and was seriously injured. Unknown to the severity of his injuries, you pace inside the Quinjet anxiously, awaiting his and Steve’s arrival. You were terrified, pissed off out of your mind, and everyone in the room with you could sense it.

“I swear to God, if Bucky comes back here alive, I’m going to kill him myself,” you grit out, Nat and Sam shifting slightly on their feet, feeling a little uncomfortable, however Nat was more curious to see how everything was going to play out.

Nat and Sam knew the things you were capable of. They knew that when you say you would do something, that the threat was almost never an empty one – and as much as you were in love with the Winter Soldier, even he wasn’t safe from your wrath – and with Bucky being Bucky, he would let you do as you pleased if he knew he was every bit deserving of it.

Suddenly, grunts and heavy foot falls echoes through the aircraft, and you immediately seize your treading, putting Nat and Sam on edge, and ultimately, on alert. If you were going to make good on your declaration, Nat and Sam had to prepare themselves to cut in at any moment.

Steve came into view, supporting a battered Bucky in his arms. Bucky had his flesh arm over Steve’s shoulders while Steve held Bucky in place, his other arm around your boyfriend’s waist, all the while struggling to keep a grasp on Bucky’s – detached – metal arm.

A gasp escapes your lips at the sight, and Nat and Sam flinches, knowing things were about to get ugly. It was common knowledge that Bucky was suffering injuries, but no one knew the extent of it. No one, especially you, did not expect his metal arm to be completely severed from his body!

Bucky was going to get it.

“Aw, shit,” Sam hisses, only loud enough for Nat to hear.

“Be ready,” she replies vigilantly, Sam nodding in confirmation.

Steve grunts, stumbling a little as he tosses Bucky’s disconnected arm in front of them, needing the extra leverage to hold on to his best friend. Your eyes stalks the metal arm as it scrapes against the floor, the appendage stopping right before your feet.

Yup. He was going to get it.

Steve halts with caution as he notices the way your eyes glazes over on him before eventually fixating on Bucky. He could see the fire raging in your currently dark orbs, and he could sense the danger that was soon to follow.

“S-Steve,” Bucky stutteres with wide eyes. Bucky had noticed the livid expression on your face, and the tension in your body language. “G-get me o-outta here!” The Winter Soldier stumbles back, fighting through the pain. “Run!” Bucky sputteres in pain, but before Steve could do anything, you were already grabbing Bucky’s metal arm from the ground and heading their way. Sam took a step to intervene, but Nat put her arm out to stop him, earning a questioning glare.

“I just want to see what happens,” she whispers, a spark of interest glittering in her eyes.

“Woman, are you crazy!” Sam hushes back, but receives no response.

“You piece of shit,” you growl, “I told you to wait!” Sam shot his attention back to you, as all three men wince at the harshness in your voice, despite Nat, who is thoroughly entertained.

“D-Doll…” before he could say anything else, you slap him in his chest with his own arm, causing Bucky and Steve to fall back on their asses, hard metal floors colliding with their sore bodies.

If the situation wasn’t so serious and your intentions weren’t murder, Nat would have let you do some real damage, but the Winter Soldier was too much of an asset to the team to lose, so she finally nudges Sam, giving him the OK to stop the madness.

“Whoa!” Sam yelps in a heartbeat, not hesitating to rush over and grab Bucky’s metal arm away from you. When he finally manages to dislodge the limb from your iron grip, you scowl at him before whipping your attention back over to Bucky, leaping onto him and wasting no time to assault him, landing jabs on his chest, stomach, and twice square on his jaw.

“Alright, Y/N, that’s enough! Stop it!” Nat shouts, trying to pry you off, but to no avail.

Steve succeeds in freeing himself from under Bucky, as you straddle your boyfriend’s waist, continuing your onslaught while Bucky attempts to protect himself with one arm. “Y/N! Doll, stop! Please. I know, I’m sorry! I should have listened,” he grunts in pain.

“No! If you want to die, then let’s make it happen!” You choke, tears now streaming down your face. “I told you to wait! I told you not to stray from the plan! I told you to trust me!” You were fuming with fear that you couldn’t contain yourself. You continue to hit him, until you feel your body ripping away from him, strong arms wrapping around your torso. Nat was quick to Bucky’s side, checking to make sure he was okay.

“Y/N, calm down!” Steve orders, holding you tight around the waist, trying to restrain you.

“No! That asshole almost got himself killed! If he wants to die, then I’ll do it for him!” You cry. “Do you know how scared I was? I thought I was going to lose you!” You sob, body going limp as you began to break down. “I thought I lost you,” you gripe.

Steve sighs and turns you in his arms, holding you as you weep into his chest. Steve’s eyes meet Bucky’s, who looks guilty more than anything.

“It’s true,” Nat starts, “she was really worried.”

Bucky hangs his head, running his only hand down his face. He feels terrible. It was never his intention to make you feel that way, but then again, he should have known. He is an idiot. You have every right to be angry at him, and he deserves to get the living crap beaten out of him. He deserves all of it.

With Nat’s aid and shoulder to lean on, Bucky stands up and hobbles over to where you are, still in Steve’s arms. He gives Nat a nod, communicating to her that he could stand on his own, and she slowly removes herself from under his arm. “Sweetheart…” Bucky holds out his hand, his fingers running through your messy hair, and instantly you’re in his arm, nearly knocking him over again. You cling to him like he was a ghost ready to disappear at any moment. Bucky sighs, feeling you trembling. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs in your hair. “I’m sorry, I was an idiot.”

“I’ll say,” Sam agrees in the distance, taking his usual seat and buckling himself in. “Now let’s get back to the compound. We need to get your Humpty Dumpty tin-ass fixed up, then you and your woman can have your little near death reunion.”

Steve sends Sam a pointed look, but the Falcon merely shrugs. He’s tired and just wants to get back home. Nat agrees, taking the copilot seat, and starting up the engines. “You two buckle up,” Steve commands you and Bucky before taking the pilot seat.

Arriving at the compound, Bucky is instantly rushed to the medical room, where he spends hours with one of Stark’s doctors, while the man himself and Bruce works on Bucky’s Vibranium arm, with the help of Shuri, via hologram video.

It was late by the time Bucky is finally put back together. Exhausted, he trudges back to his and your shared room. He opens the door as quietly as possible, wary of the possibility that you were waiting up for him still pissed, but instead he finds you sound asleep on the bed, curled into a ball.

“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath. He was a real dumbass. During the mission, he acted on impulse, not thinking of the consequences or about how it would effect you. He deserved more blows than what you had given him. Steve shouldn’t have interfered.

As Bucky made his way over to his side of the bed, slithering under the sheets and laying on his side so that he’s facing you, it was impossible for him to not to notice your swollen eyes, the dried trails of tears that stained your cheeks, and the exhaustion embedded in your slumbering expression. He brushes his hands over your cheek as he whispers an apology. “Y/N, I’m sorry.”

Your eyes flutter open, and blurry blotches quickly turn into Bucky’s face. “Bucky,” you call, voice soft and broken.

“Yeah, I’m here,” he assures.

In a blink of an eye, your lips were on his; hard, needy, and desperate. Bucky moans against your lips, as you reposition yourself on top of him, straddling him with knees bent on each side of his hips. His hands easily find their way to your waist, stroking up and down before his hands slips under the thin fabric of your shirt, or rather, his shirt.

His touch sent waves of relief over your body. He is there, he is real, he is touching you. The warmth of his hand, the coolness of his other, the heat of his chest against yours, and the bulge pressing on your ass. “Bucky,” you mumble, kissing his lips again, this time with a lot more tongue, needing to taste him.

“I’m here. I’m okay. Everything is okay,” he breathes, his hands sliding to your ass, grabbing them to guide you over his now hard member. You moan as he grinds your covered heat over his boner. He needs you, and you need him. The need for one another is enough validation to let both of you know that this wasn’t a dream and that you were both present alive and in the flesh. It was crucial for you to know that he is not a figment of your imagination, and it was vital for Bucky to know that everything isn’t all in his head, that he wasn’t lying in a medical bed going through surgery or worse… dead.

You and Bucky share languid and needy kisses, tongues massaging over each other’s, all the while stripping and tossing articles of clothing in every direction of the room. Even with bodies still sore from the mission, it is easy to ignore the pain when your bodies are tangling together.

“Please, I need you,” you plead, still straddling him.

Bucky looks up at you, and it’s the look in your eyes… the fear in them made his heart clench and he knows then that he needs to make you understand that everything is okay. That he’s safe and he’s there with you. That this is real.

“Doll, I got you,” he promises, rolling you over so he was on top.

Without wasting any more time, he presses the tip of his generous length into your hole, pushing in little by little until he finally sinks deep inside, your walls surrounding him completely. The sounds eliciting from your lips hit him hard. What if his impulsiveness took him away from you and he could no longer hear your voice? He could no longer feel you? He could no longer see you? Just the thought rattles his bones.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he grunts, burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. “I should have stuck to the plan. I can’t imagine not being with you. I was stupid. Baby Doll, I’m so sorry.”

Tears streams down the side of your eyes and soaks into your hairline. You couldn’t imagine a life without him either, and every mission, no matter how simple it was, had you on edge. Just the thought of the mere possibility that something can go wrong was enough to get you paranoid. Ever since you and Bucky got together, there was never a scenario left unturned that you didn’t prepare yourself for, until today. You didn’t expect Bucky to go in guns blazing and it terrified you.

“You’re here. You’re safe. That’s all I want. That’s all I need. You’re it for me. Without you, I don’t know what I’d do,” you confess. Almost a year together and neither of you had ever mentioned the possibility of love, but it shows in the actions of your daily routines, whether it was the lingering smile across the conference room, the way he’d lace his fingers with yours, or how you’d pepper him with kisses in the morning… it was the little things that let you and Bucky know that what you two have is deep, real, serious, and everlasting. It’s not just sex, although the sex is mind-blowing.

“You’re it for me too. It’s always been and always will be you. Just you.” Pulling him into another deep kiss, you lift your hip up to meet his, chasing your now impending release. Bucky brakes the kiss with a grunt and a gasp as he feels your walls tightening around him. “Fuck,” he hisses, driving into you harder.

“I’m so close, please. I need it. I need you.”

Bucky doesn’t hesitate, piercing blue eyes intensely meeting yours, not once breaking. He wants – no needs – to watch you fall apart all over him. He needs to see the effects that only he has on you.

Hitting that perfect spot time and time again, your eyes roll to the back of your head, back arching off the ground, and your entire body trembling as your pussy throbs around his shaft, still drilling into you. Bucky groans loudly, unable to withstand you constricting him, and out of no where, his own release hits him like a train, his seed coating your walls with string after string of his spending.

His body goes limp over yours, his cock still nestled inside you, while you are wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his hip, needing his weight crushing you, needing the closeness. “Bucky, I love you.”

Despite his utter elation over your admission, he can’t help feeling a little disappointed in himself for not saying it first. He was about to say it, but you beat him to it. He always imagined himself confessing first. In Bucky’s own mind, he believes that he loves you more fiercely than you did him. He fell for you the moment he met you. That first time meeting, during one of Stark’s fancy shindigs, you had walked over to him and asked bluntly, “so… you a Cyborg or something? Do Cyborgs even dance?” He was all yours after that, even before he even realized it.

“I love you most,” he replies, kissing your neck.

“Good,” you smile back, raking your fingers through his hair. “Just know…”

“Hmm?” Bucky prompts.

“Pull some shit like that again, and I’ll kill you with my bare hands. Do you understand?” You warn, clenching your hand in his hair and tugging just hard enough for it to be pleasurable.

He moans at your sudden dominance and chuckles. “Fuck, you really know what you’re doing to me, Doll,” he mutters, making you smile.

“Answer me,” you demand, smirking at the effects you have on him.

“I understand. I understand you loud and clear.” Pulling away, Bucky sits on his hunches and you feel how hard he is again, his cock still lodged inside of you. “Let me show you how much I understand,” and with that, the rest of the night is spent in the room, making all sorts of promises.

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[s-horne]

20. A camera flash (famous)

“I hate it!”

Steve’s sudden outburst shocked everyone around him and made the crowd rear back a little. Only the people, though; the cameras just leant in closer.

“I hate all of this. I never asked to be famous. I never asked to have cameras and reporters following my every move and writing down every time I take a breath. Who would actually want this? Seriously, tell me. Would you?”

Steve rounded on the closet reporter and glared at her, keeping his eyes on hers despite the flashing of lightbulbs an inch away from his cheek. “Would you want this? Because I really, really doubt that your answer is going to be ‘yes’. Believe me, it wouldn’t be yes.”

Steve cursed angrily as he turned to someone else, a noticeable sigh of relief coming from the woman that he released. “Did you know that a reporter actually followed my brother yesterday to ask him questions about his divorce? He doesn’t even live in the country!” Steve’s voice took on a tone of utter disbelief as he spat out his words. “Someone actually flew out of this country just to ask my brother about his divorce. Who does that?

“Divorces aren’t fun,” he continued, poison dripping from every syllable, “no one gets to enjoy it. He clearly doesn’t want to talk about it and he definitely doesn’t want a fucking camera shoved down his throat!

“And who even cares away?” Steve was yelling now, his hands curled into fists as his eyes flashed dangerously, darting from one shell-shocked journalist to another. “Who is actually going to get in from a long, difficult day at work and relax by reading a trash magazine about the divorce of someone they don’t even know. Who the hell gives a single shit about where I bought my breakfast or what I wore to the gym?

“Nobody wants this. Seriously. Nobody could ever want this. I certainly don’t want this. I didn’t ask to be famous so leave me the hell alone! God, I wish this would all just go away. Nothing is worth it,” Steve said and shrugged his shoulders in defeat. He stared around again imploringly, begging people to understand what he was saying and how much he believed every word. “No amount of money or fame, no big house or posh car could ever make me okay with having you vultures following me around for dirt on me. Nothing.”

Steve didn’t think he had ever been so angry in his life, rage literally radiating from his body as he shoved his way through the throng of stunned reporters. He was shaking with it, the anger coming back with vengeance and coursing through his veins whenever memories of Bucky’s voice floated into his head.

“They’re following me, Stevie. With their cameras and their questions, everywhere I turn. I just want it all over. I can’t leave the house without a flash in my eye or a microphone shoved under my nose. They’re asking me… I don’t know what they’re asking me, Steve. Make it stop, please. Make it stop.”

The anger pushed him forward and Steve changed his route, heading for his gym instead of his apartment. Once there, he marched straight to the punching bags, completely uncaring of the suit trousers he was wearing and his new, insanely shiny shoes. The rage was hot inside of him, burning his chest and stinging his eyes. God, those people were vultures who got off on other people’s pain, on spreading lies, and dragging people through the mud.

Every time Steve remembered another incident, he threw another punch and with every punch, a new memory flooded his mind. A reminder of the time that he had wanted a coffee from the café down the block and was made to relive his mother’s death, or the time he was accused of having an affair – with Bucky, no less – or that time that he was literally pushed to the ground when a group had gotten too enthusiastic in their desperation to question him first.

God, he hated it. He hated, hated, hated it.

He snapped out of his haze when the punching bag hit the ground and sharp pains began to shoot up and down his arm.

Great. Just great.

/

The walk home was a little slower, but Steve was still fuming. He could feel the rage bubbling away under his skin, but he was trying to rein it in. At least there was seemingly no paparazzo around; maybe they’d finally gotten the message. It was still a horrible journey with Steve constantly looking over his shoulder as though a camera would just jump out at him.

When he finally pushed open his front door, Steve breathed a sigh of relief. No one was going to get him in here. Here it was just him and –

“Tony?”

There wasn’t an answer and when Steve entered the kitchen, Tony was standing by the window with his back to Steve as he looked out at the skyline.

“You alright?” he asked when Tony made no sign of having heard Steve enter. When there was still no answer, Steve threw his coat over the back of a dining chair and flicked on the light. At that, Tony flinched slightly, but still didn’t turn around.

“Tony, what’s wrong?” Steve crossed the kitchen in a matter of seconds, but Tony twisted out of his reach when Steve stretched out his arms. “Seriously, what’s going on? You’re really worrying me, sweetheart.”

Well. That was definitely the wrong thing to say judging by the full body wince that Tony gave and the almost-sob-like noise that passed his lips.

“What’s wrong? What’s happened? Tony, what’s happened?”

Tony scoffed, but it came out broken, full of hurt instead of derision.

“Talk to me.”

At Steve’s plea, Tony finally spoke, his voice low and scratchy as though there was something caught in his throat. “If you didn’t want to be with me anymore, you could have just told me.”

Steve’s head span. What the hell? Him not wanting to be with Tony? That was completely ridiculous. Ludicrous, in fact, and just as he opened his mouth to say as much, Tony spoke again.

“Did I do something that horrible to you to make you not talk to me? Make you want to break up with me in public? I’m not that bad, am I?”

Steve’s feet surged him forward and he reached out for Tony as he desperately tried to talk. “What? No – Tony, no.”

“’M sorry,” Tony said as he wrapped his arms around himself. The way he stood, head bent and shoulders turned slightly, it looked as though he was trying to hold himself together. “I’m sorry I made you so angry.”

“Tony, no.” Steve seemed to be stuck on those words, his mind racing as he tried to think about why Tony was acting like this. They had been fine that morning, spending a few extra hours in bed with breakfast and a movie before Steve had left for his meeting. Things were normal, achingly sweet and domestic like Steve had always wanted. There was no hint that Steve didn’t want to be with Tony, no hint of those sorts of thoughts flying through Tony’s head. So what the hell had happened? “Tony, I’m not angry. I don’t want to not be with you. Of course I want to be with you. I’m marrying you, sweetheart. Please tell me what’s going on.”

“I saw it, Steve. Did you not think I would?”

“See what?”

“The video. For God’s sake, Steve. Did you really think you could go on a major rant to a massive group of paparazzi and it wouldn’t make the news? You’re engaged to one of the highest paid actors of the year; you’re all those people want. Your every move captured on camera.” Tony swallowed and Steve noticed how his fingers dug into his arms. “They were just waiting for this to happen. They were waiting for the break up to come.”

“Oh, God.” Steve stumbled forward and grabbed Tony, his hand finally closing around Tony’s arm. “Tony, I’m so sorry. No, sorry – oh, I’m, no… I’m so sorry, sorry, Tony – I didn’t mean, I swear; I didn’t… It wasn’t you, it wasn’t about you.”

Tony lifted his gaze and hesitantly met Steve’s, eyes searching for something that Steve was desperate to give, whatever the hell it was. “But you said…”

“I know. I know what I said, and I am so sorry. I didn’t realise you would… It wasn’t about you. You have to believe me.”

“The things you said,” Tony sighed and tried to pull his arm from Steve’s grasp. “Steve, you said you hated it.”

“I do.” Tony flinched violently and Steve stepped even closer, his fingers tilting Tony’s chin up to meet his eyes again. “I hate the fame and the cameras and the constant examination, but I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. My anger would never be aimed at you, would never be your fault in a hundred years. I love you, sweetheart. You’re it for me.”

Tony relaxed ever so slightly, but his expression was still guarded. “What was it? Why today?”

Steve sighed deeply and his shoulders slumped, fingers stroking absentmindedly over Tony’s arms, drawing strength from the action. “Bucky rang me,” he started to explain, a flame of anger reigniting in his stomach. “They’d been following him again, asking him about the divorce. He sounded so out of it, so broken. He didn’t know what to do, how to make them stop. It just broke me. When I saw that stupid camera in my face, I couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky’s fucking voice and I just snapped.”

Tony tensed in Steve’s arms again and tried to step back, body wriggling in an attempt to make Steve let him go. Steve’s grip wasn’t tight in any way, and it stayed strong throughout Tony’s attempts. Now that he had Tony within his touch, he wasn’t going to let him go. Never again would he let him go.

“Where – Tony, what? What’s wrong now?”

“Bucky hates me.”

“Bucky doesn’t hate you,” Steve answered immediately. He knew how to handle Tony and it was always best to go straight to the truth, not to offer empty platitudes. “Bucky could never hate you.”

Tony scoffed and Steve stroked the back of his hand over Tony’s cheek. “Believe me, sweetheart, my brother could never hate someone that I love as fiercely as I do you.”

“But the pap–”

“Oh yeah, he’s mad as hell.”

“See–”

“But not at you,” Steve interrupted, a smile finally worming onto his face. “I promise you, sweetheart. There is no way on earth Bucky is mad at you. He’s mad on your behalf though, trust me on that. Slightly in awe, too, that you do this every day and haven’t broken down yet. But he’s mad at the people following him and the ones shoving cameras in his face. He isn’t mad at you because you’re not the one doing that.”

“It’s because of me though, isn’t it?”

“It is not your fault.” Steve’s voice was hard, forceful and so confident. Steve believed in every word leaving his mouth. “It is not on you, Tony, none of it. You didn’t set them on Buck, or give them his address. You’re blameless in this.”

Tony felt silent for a long moment, eyes slipping closed as Steve’s calloused thumb continued to stroke over his cheek and his other hand slid down to his waist.

“You didn’t ask for this.”

“No, I definitely did not.” Steve should have known their argument wasn’t finished. Tony always had one more point left, even when his voice was hoarse and the sun was setting. Steve knew how to counter them though; with brutal honesty and the sheer love he felt. “I didn’t ask for you either, but I still got you.”

Tony huffed a weak laugh at that and Steve smiled. They had been childhood sweethearts, in as much as 15 year olds can be. They’d gone their separate ways to college and had lost contact with Steve going into the art world and Tony into Hollywood. Their second meeting had come out of the blue, but it was amazing. It had been a complete surprise to crash into Tony on the street, their respective papers and coffees going everywhere like something out of a slapstick movie. In a completely cliché way, their fingers had brushed and their eyes had locked.

Steve would take a run-in with the paparazzi every day of every fucking week if it meant that he got to come home to a sleepy Tony curled up under a blanket on the couch, or to a singing Tony dancing around the kitchen in fluffy socks and not a lot else, or even to a yelling Tony so angry that he was flushed in the cheeks and near tears. As long as he got Tony, Steve could make it through anything.  

"You're worth it, Tony. You're worth it all and more."

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[sologxlaxies]

Not About Angels | Part 4

(Un)Necessary Confrontations

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Summary: Loving him feels like the most exquisite way of self-destruction. Too close, and you’re radioactive. Too far, and your heart shatters, and the city cracks in two while debris scatters in the space between your ribs. Pining over a brooding, unstable Bucky Barnes isn’t exactly your brightest idea, especially when you’re just as damaged as he is, and he doesn’t seem to love you half as much as you love him.

Warnings: Swearing, hospitals & needles, angst

Word count: 2597

“Where the fuck were you?”

As soon as he steps through the compound doors—half of his armor still attached to his body—Tony is greeted by a fuming Bucky Barnes. Granted, it's not the first time he sees the supersoldier in angry state of mind, but there is a certain urgency to his tone that has Stark on edge the minute he lays his eyes on the man currently pacing around the room, clad in only a pair of sweatpants, and it has everything to do with the fact that he received an urgent message from Natasha asking him and Bruce to come back.

“What happened?” Asks Tony as the remaining pieces of armour fly off his body, his tone more concerned than usual.

“What happened… Are you serious Stark?” Bucky clenches his fists, pulling to a stop in front of Tony and making full use of his towering height to look as intimidating as possible. “S.H.I.E.L.D.S’ little paranoia-sponsored experiment and your blatant negligence almost got someone killed. That's what happened.”

“What do you-”

“Tony!” Nat’s voice is a little out of breath as she rushes towards both men “We need you on the med bay. Banner is already there but you have to go now. it’s Y/N.” she says, her agitated tone prompting both tony and Bucky to rush to the medical bay of the compound. The sight is enough to kick the air out of Tony’s lugs.

The hospital bed you’re lying on is surrounded by all kinds of tubes and machines. There’s a heart monitor  and a leg sling that maintains your feet and calves elevated, as well as an oxygen mask attached to your nose and mouth, and a large IV tube sprouting from one of your hands. A respirator rests in one corner of the room, ready to be used. What’s more haunting is the sight of you, strapped to the bed with your fingernails partially broken and bloody and fresh tear stains still fresh on your cheeks. You’re still wearing the clothes you had for the gym, but Barnes’ shirt is now safely slung over your head.

“is she..” Tony mumbles, taking a step back in shock.

“She suffered from a severe anaphylactic attack. She was rather shaken, but she’s stable now, thanks to Barnes.” says Bruce, emerging from the other side of the hospital bed where he’d been calibrating the IV bag. His hair is still ruffled from the mission, gear strewn on the entrance to the room, but he’s entirely focused now, as he pulls out several flasks and needles. “if he hadn’t gotten to her when he did, the story would be completely different.” he states solemnly.

“Anafilaxia? I thought there weren’t any allergies on her medical file.” Tony blinks several times, frowning in confusion as he begins pacing around the room.

“There aren’t” answers Bruce “there’s no record of her ever having an allergic reaction to anything-”

“Until you decided to inject her with some weird shit and she collapsed on the elevator:” says Bucky, effectively interrupting Bruce and shooting Tony a death glare.

“Stop right there Soldier. I didn’t inject her with...” His hesitation is enough to stop Tony dead on his tracks, and he immediately rushes to your right side, tugging at your wrist to take a good look at the empty vial on the bracelet. The skin surrounding it is hot to the touch and lightly dusted with small welts. “Shit.”

It doesn’t take longer than three seconds for Bruce to jump into action with Antihistamine injections at the ready and for Nat to run into the room, effectively restraining an angry supersoldier ready to strike at Stark.

“Barnes-” she chokes out, most of her strength invested in keeping a struggling, fuming Bucky away from Tony, “Stop fighting and help her.” she says, pointing towards your stirring figure.

“What-” you stammer, eyelids fluttering open as your heart rate spikes -”What’s happening? Bruce-” Your voice is muffled by the oxygen mask, and you start stirring on the bed, but doctor Banner rushes to your side immediately.

“Shhhhh I’m right here sweetheart, but I’ll need to to stay still for me okay? Can you do that?” He asks, and you nod in response, eyes darting wildly around the room. “Good. Someone help me administer an injection please.”

Bucky takes a step forward, grabbing a long, thick needle and a flask from the doctor’s hand. “How much and where?” he asks, uncapping the syringe.

“Between five and eight milligrams on her thigh. I can take care of the rest.”

He obliges, his entire body moving as if caught in a daze. After he administers the injection, he does nothing but watch as Bruce takes over. Three other needles are plunged into your skin, making him flinch, and he takes a few steps back until he’s standing behind the large glass panel that separates your room, his eyes never leaving Bruce or Tony as they work to remove and refill the bracelet. He only steps away once the welding equipment comes in, and you have to be sedated in order to seal the bracelet shut once again. But even then he doesn’t really leave the medical ward, opting to pull up a chair against one of the walls that looks out to the yard.

“They shouldn’t tie her up.” he says without bothering to glance to the figure stepping next to him.

“We don’t know how she’ll react… the restraints are just a precaution.” Natasha sounds surprisingly apologetic, hesitant even, and it takes Bucky a moment to remember that she has a reason to be averted to those.

“You don’t understand Nat,” he huffs “When I tried to help her she… she pushed me away, didn’t want to touch me. She was ready to claw her way out of the elevator for fucks sake!”

“Barnes…” she’s turned to look at him now, her eyes trained on the whirring plates of his metal arm. “You know she can be dangerous-”

“Aren’t we all? Isn’t that why we’re all here?” he sighs “I know what she can do but… that girl was willing to die rather than accidentally poisoning me. She was alone and scared and she fucking sobbed when I hugged her Nat. That’s not dangerous, that’s human.”

He knows, if he was talking to anyone else other than Natasha, that he would never have said that, but he trusts the spider, perhaps almost as much as he trusts Steve, and there’s a deeper layer of understanding between the both of them; a silent connection that makes it easy for him to confide in the former spy, even when she raises an eyebrow at him after his little confession. So when he looks at Y/N’s unconscious form and remembers her hands, those cold, clammy hands pushing him away even as she struggled to breathe, he finds himself vouching for her.

Nat sighs, a long, breathy sigh followed by a few seconds of silence, pretending to mull the question over even when she’s already made up her mind. “I’ll see what I can do,“ she says, “but I can’t make any promises.”

And that is more than enough for him.

Four days later

“Is that…” Clint’s voice sounds almost as confused as his face looks “Am I hallucinating or is there a giant chocolate cake in the middle of our breakfast table?”

“Oh you are hallucinating,” quips Nat “that giant chocolate cake is sitting right on Barnes’ plate. Definitely not the middle of the table, Clint.”

All eyes suddenly turn to gaze at him, and Bucky finds himself—perhaps for the first time since he came back from Wakanda—at a loss for words because there is, in fact, a four tiered, slightly frosted, glorious looking chocolate cake sitting daintily on the place where he usually sits at the table, and he doesn't have the remotest idea of where it came from.

Another thing that apparently appears out of nowhere is his smile. He can feel his lips pulling up on a genuine grin that soon stretches into a full smile, and he doesn’t mind it that in that moment his mouth seems to have a mind of its own, because the warm feeling deep in his chest is one he hasn’t felt in a very long time.

As soon as he bites into the cake though, when the spongy cake dissolves on his tongue leaving a faint taste of coffee behind, he swears he’s in heaven because it's perfect. It's gooey and sweet, and it takes him back to a small apartment in Brooklyn where, for the briefest of moments, he can picture a smiling Sarah Rogers with a bowl of dough in her hands.

And his eyes flutter shut, body leaning back on the chair. It is the best he's ever felt in ages.

He eats half the cake all on his own—calories be damned—before the day is even over. And he’s so wrapped up in the sheer enjoyment of it, eating bite after delicious bite of the sweet, fluffy, chocolate goodness that he misses Natasha’s sly smile the minute you enter the dining room.

“You made him the cake.”

If you said you weren’t surprised to hear your Captain’s voice all of a sudden you’d be lying. You’d come to the roof on purpose, looking for a secluded place to have some fresh air but still, there’s a tiny part of you, the one that refuses to let him go completely, that welcomes his presence as you shift from the spot you’re perched in at the very edge of the roof, feet dangling from the concrete and the cool night breeze sweeping over you.

“How did you find me Steve?” the question comes out way harsher than what you intended, but not harsh enough for you to try and take it back.

Steve sighs, coming closer to you. “You shouldn’t be smoking Y/N,” he says, pointing at the cigarette you’re carefully nursing between your middle and index finger. You can almost feel his disapproving expression that’s so characteristically his, but at this point, after what transpired five days ago, it’s not enough for you to really care.

“They help calm me down,” you retort “and you still haven’t answered my question. How did you find me?”

“I remember you liked going to the roof back at the tower.” he shrugs “After Nat filled me in on what happened, I figured you’d go somewhere quiet. Coming here was worth a try, and it was either this place or the Quinjet.”

Silence stretches between the both of you after that, the only sound on the already quiet compound being the soft chirping of crickets in the surrounding forest grounds. It’s not an uncomfortable silence by any means, and yet you still feel the urge to break it.

“He deserved it.”

“What?”

“The cake,” you explain, looking up at the towering figure that is Steve “I know I only ever made that for you once, but… he saved my life.”

“I’m guessing Bruce told you that.” and after a long pause “Do you like him? Bucky, I mean.”

“No.” is your immediate answer, and you know you’ve made the mistake of answering too quickly when Steve’s eyebrows practically fly up to his hairline. “Alright, yes… maybe. I don’t know Rogers, you’re the one who told me all those stories about him so don’t look at me like that.”

Taking a long drag from your cigarette, you watch as the smoke drifts upwards and out into the night, feel the slight tang of the menthol filling up your throat and your lungs, savor the taste of the smoke escaping in a thick cloud as you exhale.

“Listen, you did help paint a rather pretty picture of him in my head but I barely even know the man, Steve.” you sigh.

“Yes, but do you want to know him?” Asks Steve “I mean, you baked him the cake Y/N.  For god’s sake!”

“Fucking hell Rogers, are you jealous?” you ask him, half amused-half angry, standing up in what you recognize as your body’s defensive stance. “So what if I baked him a cake?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” He states, clearly pissed off at you judging by the tick in his jaw.

“You haven’t answered mine either.” You retort.

“Well shit Y/N, it must feel terrible when the people you trust and care about don’t tell you the fucking truth!” Steve yells, taking you completely aback because it’s the very first time that you see him lose his temper like this, the first time that he’s yelled at you, and his words sting more than you’re probably willing to admit. “Two years. We knew each other for two years and even dated for more than one before I had to find out you were HYDRA because of an accident?”

You wait for his anger to subside, remaining quiet until his raging breaths have leveled out again before you give him any kind of answer. You’re afraid that if you do, the words might start spilling out of you. “Are you done?” Your arms are crossed over your chest protectively, and you’ve taken a few steps away from him, trying to put a little distance between the both of you, all in an effort to hide the pain that comes from his words and that’s blossoming in your chest.

“You want the truth Steve? Fine.” You spit, angry and hurt, and fully aware that this isn’t the best moment to talk but you’re too far-gone to care. “The truth is that I tried my best to do something I thought was good, but I messed up. I did horrible things in the name of someone I loved because I thought I could save her, and even knowing what I did, Barnes saved my life. He hates, me as far as I’m concerned, and I really don’t mind but that morning he actually took care of me. The truth is that in the span of a few hours, he treated me better than you and the rest of the team have treated me in months, so yeah; I baked him my sister’s chocolate cake to thank him. Forgive me for doing something nice for the first person who’s actually treated me like a regular human being since I came back. Not that you’d understand; us monsters have our own code.”

If Steve is touched in the slightest by what you just said in your sudden outburst, he doesn’t show it. He’s frozen to the spot with his brows still furrowed and his lips shut, but the moment you try and reach out for him he takes a step back.

“Y/N-”

“No, it’s alright. You don’t trust me either, I get that now.” you hiss “Look, I’m tired and I came here to have a smoke in peace without having everyone display their blatant hatred towards me. So you can either stay quiet and keep me company, or you can go.”You hate the way your voice breaks at the very end of the sentence, but you try to cover it up with a sniffle.

“For what it’s worth,” he says “That night at the party, the night of the accident… I should’ve been there for you. We all should’ve.”

His sentence leaves you to try and and wipe the stray tears that fall from your eyes the second Steve closes the door behind him, leaving you alone on the rooftop once again just as the embers of your cigarette begin to fade out.

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[minimin1993]

S/M 43 & B/L 36

Warning: Violence.

When the pair was done with their round 2 in the shower and gotten ready they met up with the other 2 idiots at Chris apartment. However when they walked in, they were greeted with 2 huge smirks.

“So how long were you guys planning on hiding this HUGE piece of information from us.” Chris raises his eyebrows staring at them with his arms crossed.

“To be quite honest we are surprised you guys never caught us earlier. We weren’t exactly subtle.” Min said copying Chris posture but standing. 

“Don’t you dare sass me princess.” Chris jokes pointing his finger at her playfully until he let his eyes wander down her body before clearing his throat looking away. “Fuck me, it is going to be hard for me to look at you for a while.” 

“Aww is my Chris getting turned on.” Min teased walking over to him in a sexy way before Sebastian and her laughs seeing Chris adjust his pants a bit. 

“Can’t help it you both are very attractive looking people.” He replies. 

“And I thought they were going to tease us.” Sebastian jokes. 

“Have you guys seen your bodies? It was like Grade A porn, god what I would pay to see you guys.” Anthony said rubbing his face. 

“Nope she is mine and only mine to see.” Sebastian said wrapping his arm around her waist pulling her into a hug. 

“Can we head to the bar now? Being in the same room with these 2 after seeing what we just saw is making it a little hard for me.” Chris jokes standing up from the couch. 

“I bet that is not the only thing that's hard.” Sebastian whispers into Min ear making her giggle.

“Yup, I am officially the only single one.” Chris said walking to the door. 

  Linda woke up back at the compound she was greeted with an exhausted looking Steve sleeping by her bedside. 

“Stevie?” She whispered jerking him up from his sleep.

“Linda? Oh thank god you're finally awake. I was so scared, I thought I lost you too.” He scrambles up pressing the nurses button. 

“I am fine… How long was I out?” She asks.

“A Little more than 3 weeks, Thor said its normal when… you know.” 

“So that wasn’t a dream then, explains the empty feeling I have in my chest.” She said sadly. 

“Linda we will get them back.” 

“I know, we are going to get our family back.” She said when everything in the compound seems to be rumbling. “Stevie whats happening?” 

“I don’t know sweetheart, I am going to go find out.” He attempts to leave the room.

“Let me go with you.” Linda said jumping out of the bed but groans clutching her chest. 

“You just woke up, you still need to rest.” He said helping her up 

“NO! I lost everyone already, I can’t lose you too. I am going to go with you.” 

“Ok but let me get the wheelchair then.” He said helping her sit on the chair before wheeling her out. 

By the time they made it outside, everyone seems to be on the field staring at Carol bringing a spacecraft down. When the entry hatch open, Tony was supported by Nebula breaking everyone's hearts. Steve runs over to help him up; Tony grips onto Steve arm. 

“Couldn't stop him.” Tony said  

“Neither could I.”  

“I lost the kid.”  

“Tony, we lost.”  

“Is, uh...?” Tony tries to ask about Pepper when she runs over to him.   

“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” Pepper said hugging him tightly.

“It's okay.” 

After Tony was seen by the doctor along with Linda, they called a team meeting. (Or, well what is left of the team.)  

“It's been 23 days since Thanos came to Earth.” Rhodes said as faces of the fallen was flashed on the screen. When Linda saw Bucky face, she wanted to cry but tried to keep a straight face. “World governments are in pieces. The parts that are still working are trying to take a census. And it looks like he did... he did exactly what he said he was gonna do. Thanos wiped out fifty percent, of all living creatures.” Natasha said  

“Where is he now? Where?” Tony asked frustrated.  

“We don't know. He just opened a portal and walked through.” Steve said looking defeated. 

“What's wrong with him?” Tony asks looking over at the depressed looking Thor.

“Oh, he's pissed. He thinks he failed. Which of course he did, but you know there's a lot of that's going around, ain't there?” Rocket said 

“Honestly, until this exact second, I thought you were a Build-A-Bear.” Tony looks over pointing at Rocket.  

“Maybe I am.”  

“We've been hunting Thanos for three weeks now. Deep Space scans, and satellites, and we got nothing. Tony, you fought him.” Steve said. 

“Who told you that?” Tony said surprised.  “I didn't fight him. No, he wiped my face with a planet while the Bleecker Street Magician gave away the store. That's what happened. There was no fight.”  

“Okay.”  

“He's unbeatable.”

“Did he give you any clues, any coordinates, anything?” Steve asks  

“Pfft! I saw this coming a few years back. I had a vision. I didn't wanna believe it. Thought I was dreaming.” Tony said  

“Tony, I'm gonna need you to focus.” Steve said  

“And I needed you. As in past tense. That trumps what you need. It's too late buddy. Sorry. You know what I need?” Tony seethes standing up from his wheelchair pushing his bowl of food off the table, startling everyone. “I need to shave. And I believe I remember telling all youse -” ripping out his IV 

“Tony, Tony, Tony!” Rhodes tries to stop Tony but he looks over at Steve and the rest again.

“Alive and otherwise what we needed was a suit of armor around the world! Remember that? Whether it impacted our precious freedoms or not- that's what we needed!” 

“Well, that didn't work out, did it?” Steve said.

“I said, "we'd lose". You said, "We'll do that together too." And guess what, Cap? We lost. And you weren't there. But that's what we do, right? Our best work after the fact? We're the Avengers, we're the Avengers. Not the Prevengers.” Tony said with such rage toward Steve making Linda fume just listening to the conversation as she sits there silently.  

“Okay.” Rhodes tries to intervene Tony.  

“Right?”  

“You made your point. Just sit down.” 

“Okay…”  

“Okay?”  

“Nah, nah. Here's my point. You know what?” Tony said  

“Tony, you're sick.”  

“She's great, by the way.” He points over at Carol 

“Sit down. Sit.” 

“We need you. You're new blood. Bunch of tired old mules!” Tony said walking right up to Steve face. “I got nothing for you, Cap! I got no coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust. Liar.” He said before snapping over to Linda who was practically radiating Blue. “And don’t get me started on you Linda, but you know what?” Tony asks looking back at Steve after a moment he rips out his own Arc Reactor from his chest and shoves it into Steve hand. “Here, take this. You find him, and you put that on. You hide.” Before he falls to the ground, Steve by his side when everyone one starts to get closer.    “Tony!” Steve said in shock

“I'm fine. I…” Tony collapses before they rush him to the medbay. 

“Bruce gave him a sedative. He's gonna probably be out for the rest of the day.” Rhodes said coming out of the room.

“  You guys take care of him. And I'll bring him a Xorrian Elixir when I come back.” Carol said walking away.    “Where are you going?” Steve asks 

“To kill Thanos.” she answers when Linda, Steve, and Natasha shares a look before walking after her. 

“Hey, you know, we usually work as a team here, and between you and I, morales's a little fragile.” Natasha said. 

“  We realize up there is more your territory, but this is our fight too.”  

“You even know where he is?”  

“I know people who might.” Carol answers when Nebula comes in.  

“Don't bother. I can tell you where Thanos is. Thanos spent a long time trying to perfect me. And when he worked, he talked about his great plan. Even disassembled, I wanted to please him. I'd ask "where would we go once his plan was complete?". His answer was always the same: "To the Garden."  

“That's cute, Thanos has a retirement plan.” Linda rolls her eyes.  

“So where is he?” Steve asks when Rocket pulls up a hologram.  

“When Thanos snapped his fingers, Earth became ground zero for a power surge of ridiculously cosmic proportions. No one's ever seen anything like it... Until two days ago. On this planet.”  

“Thanos is there.”  

“He used the stones again.”  

“Hey, hey, hey. We'd be going in short-handed, you know.” Bruce said.  

“Look, he's still got the stones, so…”  

“So let's get him... Use them to bring everyone back.” Carol said.  

“Just like that?” Linda asks sceptic of the plan  

“Yeah, just like that.” Steve answers looking over at her.  

“Even if there's a small chance that we can undo this... I mean we owe it to everyone who's not in this room to try.” Natasha said.  

“If we do this, how do we know it's gonna end any differently than it did before?” Bruce asks.  

“Because before, you didn't have me.” Carol said making Linda smirk.  

“Hey, new girl, everyone here is about that superhero life. And if you don't mind my asking, where the hell have you been all this time?” Rhodes asks.  

“There are a lot of other planets in the universe. And unfortunately, they didn't have you guys.” Carol answers making Steve smirk a little too before Thor, who has been eating a snack behind them all this time, stands up and walks over to Carol. He holds his hand up, and catches Stormbreaker as it flies over to him, missing Carol by inches. But Carol doesn't even flinch, instead smiling at the God of Thunder.  

“I like this one.” Thor said staring at Carol who smiles knowingly at him.  

“Let's go get this son of a bitch.” Steve and Linda said in unison like they read each other's minds. 

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