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On The Hunt: Then Two Steps Behind

Summary- 4.7 Alpha Steve x Little One. Steve and Bucky are finding no leads in their tracking, but Fury has a possible lead. T'Challa makes use of the Reader's Little Wolf tracking skills to help locate some of their kidnapped Panthers in Ulysses' camp.

Warnings- violence, mentions of weapons, and shifters being trafficked.

A/N- Thank you so much for everyone sharing and following this story. Any input, questions, or just general thoughts about this verse is welcome! It's pretty inspiring to keep continuing this story. Special shout out to my beta, if you see this, thank you! Dividers made by @firefly-graphics 💙🐺

Chapter Two / Masterlist

Steve scanned over the Howling Commando’s gear, giving a nod of approval. “I don’t see anything we need to switch out, send a message to Stark that we are fine.” Steve told the beta who gave a nod to confirm and turned away to do the task given. Steve was meticulous in checking their gear, knowing that such a thing could be life or death for the team.

Following the maze of hallways, he soon found Bucky who was hovering over a table, his hands in fists as he pressed down against the wood that was creaking under his weight. Fury eyed Bucky from the other side.

“If there was something to tell you Barnes, I would give it to you.”

“All of this is nothing?” Bucky snapped, if the White Wolf was at all showing, Steve knew he would be bristling.

“Now I didn’t say that I have nothing, just not from this intel you brought me.” Fury, always cool and collected. He tapped on a screen, projecting a picture. “ My sources say it’s not just wolves Hydra is going for. It’s shifters in general.” Steve approached, glancing over the information the projection showed. “And they are willing to use smugglers to get them.” Another tap shifted to another projection, stats, and a face appeared on the screen.

A face that the Alpha saw made him immediately snarl, Steve baring his teeth at the image. The weathered face with a grim sneer stared back at him. “Ulysses wanted to sell Y/N when they had us. Brock refused but he was willing to pay whatever for her.”

<We should rip his throat out> The Alpha dropped his own suggestion.

Gladly.

Fury nodded as if not surprised by Steve’s information. “I’m not at all surprised he would have bought Y/N. He is a kidnapper and smuggler. He stands to make a profit on an Omega Wolf such as Y/N. They are highly sought after because they are hard to control than a Beta or weak Alpha is, not to mention few and far between.” Fury side-eyed Steve as he said this.

It made Steve’s stomach churn at the thought of someone buying you just to break you. Bucky studied the man as well, trying to place him. “I remember bits and pieces of him while Brock had me. He brought Brock shifters, but so many of them were barely hanging on anymore that we had to…” He stopped talking, dragging in a breath before continuing. “You think we can get what we need from him?”

Fury shrugged. “It’s more than you Alpha’s are finding now. If you want to pursue him, I can get you over there.”

“Where is he?” Steve questioned.

“He is on the edge of Wakanda’s borders right now.”

Steve glanced at Bucky. “Go visit the King?”

“Might as well since what we are doing is proving useless for now. I’m going to pack up.” Bucky was abrupt as he left, leaving Fury frowning at the Sergeants departure.

“Rogers…” He kept his tone low. “I want you to know that Barnes isn’t in a good place right now. I know he is practically your brother but you need to be careful with him in the field, especially with the howling commandos following his orders.”

Steve felt the Alpha bristle at the implication but it was true. Steve wasn’t about to indulge in the struggles Bucky was facing, how the White Wolf has secluded himself away from Barnes, or the nightmares that had him fighting nothing in his room and Steve had to guard him against hurting himself or anyone else in the vicinity, how his anger and fear about the unknown was causing Bucky to either lash out or shut down vacantly. “I'm well aware Nick, trust me. That’s why we are leaving the commandos behind this time, just Bucky and I will be going to Wakanda.”

Fury clenched his jaw but gave a nod, relenting to Steve’s decision.

“Y/N, your wolf will just stand out.” T’Challa stated while you prepared to argue at the injustice of being left behind. “Wolves and Omega’s are not common here. Ulysses will know exactly who you are when he sees you.”

“And you don’t think you won’t stick out like a sore thumb? You are the damn king of Wakanda.” You snapped out, you were feeling irritated at the implication you couldn’t go with the panthers and hurt to be left behind.

T’Challa didn’t let your outburst phase him, well aware that you were dealing with pain from Steve’s abrupt departure from your life. “You are right, I will. Why I’m sending Okoye to strike a deal with Ulysses, offering to see his “stock” to make purchases. You and I will be listening in as backup, should anything go awry.”

Your jaw snapped shut in surprise and the Little Wolf uncurled in your mind. <It’s reasonable… Ulysses looked us over extensively with interest, he isn’t gonna forget us.>

“Right now it’s the best we can do Y/N, but I promise you're not going to be left behind, we need you.”

“Yes, I can be okay with that.” you relented, but a silent thank you passed between you and T’Challa with a look.

Okoye slid from her seat, sighing at the long spear she typically carried. “So I have to blend in with the outsiders?”

T’Challa nodded “Head to toe.” He pointedly looked at her favored weapon and she scoffed.

“This comes with me.” With a twist on the pole, to grow compacted, able to store away should she require it.

“Fine, but you still need to change. From the leader of the Dora to a wealthy trafficker looking to spend.”

She wrinkled her face in disgust at what she was supposed to portray. “That can be done.”

T’Challa laughed at her reaction, turning to you. “Come on, we need to blend in a bit more as well Y/N.”

You scowled at the brickwork of the building you were hovering around. Inside Okoye got her meeting with Ulysses, making the deal as you and T’Challa hovered in the back. The tall man stood next to you, his eyes narrowed at the street beyond, watching carefully. Your hand pressed near your ear, listening to the conversation go down inside.

“And what is it you're interested in?” Ulysses voice grunted, muffled around something in his mouth. You could picture him with a cigar between his fingers, leering at the Pantheress.

Then a tone you expected rolled through the comm’s, Okoye purring in her response. “Specifics? Youngin’ panthers.”

“Oh, what are you planning on doing with a bunch of brats?”

“That is my business Mr.Ulysses, but I can promise you no one will look twice at a young panther here wandering the streets. Good runners.”

There was a cackle in the comms and it went silent, you felt your heart hammer in your chest that maybe Okoye was caught. You made to bolt for the door but T’Challa’s hand grabbed at you, sweeping you into his hold like the two of you were huddling against one another. His sharp feline scent assaulted your senses as he hushed his voice near your ear. “Calm Wolf, his men are scouting the area for threats.”

You turned into T’Challa, hiding against him, letting him shield you from sight. The Little Wolf lowered low, growling softly in your mind. Hush, I can’t hear Ulysses.

<Sorry, I just hate being here and not doing anything.>

I do too.

A booming man’s laugh came through. “You are ruthless, using the kids. Smart though. Sure, I got some inventory you might be interested in. Gonna cost you though.”

“Name your price, I will have it ready tomorrow.”

After a few more exchanges, Okoye hinted that she was leaving. T’Challa tilted his head back towards the street, signaling it was time for you two to leave the back alleyway and retreat with Okoye.

As you both started out for the main street, Ulysses men came back through, stalking down the alley. Luck was not on your side as you tried to duck from being seen, one of them brushed against you, hard enough to make you stumble and the man lifted his nose, eyes blazing with interest.

A fucking tracker, of course, this human would employ shifters. “I know you.” He snarled, whirring on you with interest. His eyes blazed at you as he sniffed the air again. “You were that Alpha’s bitch.”

Vibranium blades you kept hidden up your sleeves slipped down into your palm as you twisted to face the shifter, cursing at the luck you were recognized. You were seconds away from activating the bracelets on your wrist. T’Challa slipped out of sight, the men rounding on you taking no interest in what looked like another homeless person wandering the alley. “I have no Alpha.”

“I can tell, you have that feral look to you, a bitch with no one to control her.” He sneered as he thought he had you cornered. The Little Wolf bristled, readying for the attack of the larger shifter, her snarls starting to build in your chest and escape as you finally revealed your weapons, slicing the tip across the man's face, catching his cheek in a flash, causing him to stumble back in surprise. “You bitch!” He spat while the armor swept across the front of your chest and up around your neck, protecting your throat.

You didn’t give him the time to come at you again, your leg sweeping out to kick at his gut making him double over with his arms wrapped around himself, T’Challa knocked his partner down when the man moved in a rush to help subdue you. He was quickly dropped to the ground while you had your blade pressing against the shifter's neck, pressing the sharp blade in enough to go through layers of skin, your face snarled as it pressed into your attackers. “I don’t need to be controlled.”

The shifter's scent was sour with fear now, the way you had caught him by surprise. Your Little Wolf was ready to rip his throat out, take out the threat. T’Challa caught the man by the nape of the neck and crushed a handful of herbs under his nose; it was luck that the shifter took a deep, heavy inhale, drugging himself. The fumes were pungent as your attacker's eyes rolled and he was out.

“Put the blades away Wolf.” T’Challa rumbled out, leaning down to sort quickly through the men's clothing, making it look like a robbery. “No bloodshed today. They will not remember us and we don't want to alert Ulysses that something is going on.”

You leaned down enough to wipe your blade off and put it away. “What did you give them?”

T’Challa grinned wickedly as he yanked out their wallets, pulling out the cash and ditching the wallets in a nearby dumpster. “We have more than just vibranium in Wakanda. Our land is rich with medicinal plants if you know how to gather them.” You two went back onto the street, weaving among the people bustling. “When they wake, their memory will feel like fever dreams and have a headache that will make them think they went on a bender and got mugged.” The money he took, he slipped the money to another soul on the street who needed it. “They will be so embarrassed that they won’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”

You glanced over your shoulder, making sure no one else was following. “Clever.” You muttered while the two of you blended into the crowd, Okoye soon joined them, ignoring them as if they were no one till several blocks away, having been given the all clear sign and all of you piled into a van tucked away.

“Deal’s in place.” Okoye settled gracefully into a seat while you plopped down, listening to the king and her go over the specifics of when, where, who and how much Ulysses was expecting.

You could feel your Little Wolf getting ready for the hunt.

At any kind of exchange of this magnitude, it feels like it should be late. The night time shadows provide places for the most unsavory to slink through, hiding their intentions till they are ready to pump your system full of poison.

Ulysses set up this exchange at ten o'clock in the morning. The only thing he did like you figured would be to go to a remote location. As the vehicle you were packed into with other panthers let you know, the springs protesting with squeals, you all being jostled in the back. Even T’Challa’s claws were out, digging into the side of the vehicle for stability. Your Little Wolf panted heavily in the muggy heat while you swiped at the sweat creeping down the side of your face.

Okoye was going over the plans, preparing to let you all out well before reaching the destination with the expectation that the group could finish going the last couple miles, with your Little Wolf using her sharp sense of smell to find the compound's location. Ulysses wasn’t an idiot, he would have his own group checking every vehicle, probably with the same skills you possessed. They were ready though, to mask the scent in the truck, Okoye was confident in that.

“Y/N, as fast as you all can travel okay? T’Challa is equipped to listen in when I’m ready for all of you to come in.” The stern general glanced at her king. “You have to let me get at least a hold of the kid he is using and try to hold out long enough to find out where else they are keeping people.” Her eyes roved to everyone in the back of the truck. Some of the fiercest shifters you have ever seen, the Dora Milaje was not a force to challenge. “Do all of you understand the orders?”

A unionized confirmation made you hide a grin, thinking about how your pack mates would be sassing the Alpha right now, but they were as fierce in your opinion as this group. “Y/N?'' Your name came across as having no room for amusement, and you gave a confirming nod to appease Okoye.

“Good! Stop right here.” She thudded against the driver's end wall and the truck came to a screeching halt, jolting you against T’Challa’s firm side. You distinctly heard the rumbling growl come from him in agitation before loosening his claws from the side.

Straightening yourself, you popped out of the back of the truck, listening carefully to the sounds around you. Exotic birds and monkeys screamed overhead, which you were used to by now. Bursts of color rose as whatever flock had roosted overhead. The familiar buzzing of bugs and the chittering of other creatures emitted loud, questioning cries. It wasn't till Okoye climbed out and checked in one last time with everyone before she left that things went back to normal. Still loud, the jungle was much like the forests you missed.

It was when all went quiet did you have to be concerned. Right now, none of you were seen as a threat to the wildlife teaming the area. You hoped that you all could stay that way, it would make your chances of getting to the compound without being caught better.

“Shuri, we are going dark now…” You heard T’Challa informing his sister in whatever device was planted on him. “And you are going to have to quiet down so I can hear Okoye.”

Nakia patted an assuring hand against his arm, leaning up to whisper in his ear. You and your Little Wolf felt a pang at the sight of the couple.

It made you miss Steve, how his presence would have calmed the racing of your heart right now. How he would have checked in with you, his touches would have lingered protectively on you, but it was better. The two of you would have watched each other.

If only he could remember that time as well as you did.

The Little Wolf whined, knowing your distractions could cause you harm. You inhaled sharply, getting to work and pushing your mate from your thoughts.

A glance at T’Challa sets you in motion, your form quick to shed its human form. Nakia grasped at the clothes of those who shifted and stashed away. The ones who remained were poised on their feet, ready to race alongside.

The Little Wolf gave a shake of fur after the shift, releasing any of the pent up energy left. Her nose lifted, sharp in the air to sort through the assault of information provided. The air was heavy and damp, making everything cling in particles wherever the water was. A blessing for a tracker, the scents of man and shifters wouldn't fade nearly as fast unless it rained.

So far the morning sun was shining bright. And she could smell the scent of fear and adrenaline, coating her tongue with a foul taste.

It was enough to make her spring forward as in a chase, following the trail like it was a string, having unraveled. Everyone followed, well behind to not distract her. Except for T’Challa, the man kept pace with you, feet thudding steadily as you darted through the jungle. The animals who claimed the trees screamed at the suddenness you would burst by, followed by a pack of people and black panthers. But they never silenced, they never feared they were being hunted.

It provided enough cover that when you skirted around the first of Ulysses' men, they never expected the king to leap over you in a silent attack or the other panthers to silence them.

Everything about the panthers was stealth while hunting.

Seconds later you skidded to a stop, the King coming to crouch next to you, his hand resting gently on your back to keep you from continuing. “I see them, they are not hiding very well.”

Ulysses had let some of his guard down here, not bothering to hide the massive camp so deep in the jungle. Judging from how far they traveled, Wakanda’s borders were not far away. A couple days away on foot if that.

How could the vigilant panthers miss such a thing?

“Shuri, note our location.” T’Challa muttered softly. “Do you see anything?” His eyes scanned upwards, searching for how they were hidden. You could faintly hear Shuri’s reply in his ear.

“Nothing brother. I will test it out some more. So don’t let anyone shoot down my drone.”

T’Challa cracked a small grin. “I will do my best.” He went silent and you settled down alongside him, focusing on the camp.

From this vantage, it was all so open. People everywhere doing whatever tasks were assigned to them. The stench was almost overpowering. Fear and remnants of blood, it was saturated into the ground the camp was built on, the Little Wolf kept her ears pinned back in unease. Okoye wasn’t all that far away, an appearance of ease as she talked with Ulysses, the General playing her part well. She never once let it be known she was aware they were close. T’Challa kept watch of her, waiting for her signal.

“Impressive.” Okoye’s eyes roamed around the camp while she strode with Ulysses. “Do you move lots of products through?”

Ulysses was cold as he shrugged. “Enough for you to get what you are looking for, I am sure. Come, I will show you what I have for you.” He gestured his hand forward, Okoye hesitated a moment before flashing him a smile.

“Shouldn’t you lead the way?” She glanced around and your fur stood up along your spine, a soft uneasy whine making its way up your throat. Something was wrong, it felt wrong. “I do not know the layout of your camp.”

“And you never will.” Ulysses reached behind him and pulled out a pistol, aimed right for Oyokes chest. From the truck a shot rang out, a scream of the panther driving echoing sharply. “T’Challa thinks he is smart huh?” His voice raised as his finger started to squeeze the trigger, all happening in seconds. “Sending in one of his prized panthers.” The shot rang off, sending T’Challa breaking from cover along with you and the panthers hunting with you.

Okoye was quicker, the shield Shuri equipped her with bouncing off her forearm she shielded herself and her spear was suddenly in her hand, the metal shooting out to form, knocking Ulysses off balance, the gun slinging away suddenly.

The metal over your bracelets swooped over you as more shots rang out, the camp suddenly in full combat mode. Panthers snarled in retaliation as they attacked their targets, sharp claws piercing and slashing up men’s bodies.

T’Challa raced beyond them, Okoye being blown off her feet as a grenade exploded near her and giving Ulysses the chance to evade towards a truck, swinging himself into it to rev the engine.

The shifters still human stayed in the trees, taking aim with specially made weapons to shoot out anything they could.

“Shuri, get that drone on that truck,” T’Challa yelled as he reached his general, helping her to stand.

“I’m fine.” She pushed him away. “Go now. He is close.” Okoye hissed in pain at T’Challa, but he hesitated, unable to leave her just yet.

You weaved through the fighting, searching for the captured shifters in this camp. The few people that took interest in you, noticing you among the chaos were quickly dealt with as you leaped at them, snapping your jaws at throats and ripping them out.

It was brutal, quick, and efficient.

Your nose raced, the smells being sorted in milliseconds till you found what you were looking for.

Fear, blood, metal, bodies. Panthers always had a scent of the deep jungle tops, misty wet and floral scented. All of it tinged with fear, bitter and sour. Your muzzle wrinkled up at it, jogging to a tent.

“Who is that?” Bucky was quiet next to Steve, on the backside of the camp. Steve picked up Ulysses scent in the city and they followed it to this camp. The two of them prowled all night, picking up information about what was going on.

Ulysses was moving shifters through, trucks going in full of shifters they found and leaving in the same way for some other destination. Bucky and Steve were just in the middle of a plan of how to infiltrate the camp when this woman appeared.

Tall and commanding, she had her driver take her through the front without hesitation. Steve couldn’t believe his eyes as to who he saw.

Okoye, and if she was here, that meant the Dora Milaje and possibly T’Challa himself were here. “A panther, that must mean there are others.” He pulled back from his hiding spot and tried to scent them. Something familiar was in the air, drawn to its wild sweetness, but he didn’t have the chance to sort it out when Bucky hissed in surprise.

“They broke cover from the other side of the camp.”

Steve growled at the suddenness of everything going to hell. Bucky was about to take his chance when he grabbed his brother's arm, pausing him. “Go fast, aim with kill shots Buck, anyone tries using trigger words, don’t give them the chance.”

Bucky snarled as he shrugged his arm. “I’m fine Steve.” His eyes were hidden as he stepped from hiding and Steve felt the Alpha shake himself off, dispelling the unease of letting Bucky into this. They had seen him struggle with his control.

<We will stay close> The Alpha assured as Steve bolted out, searching out both Ulysses and Bucky in a sweep of his eyes.

As much as we can. A boom made the ground shake, Steve had to plant his feet as he found where the next threat was coming from. T’Challa stepped out of the unsettled dust with Okoye wrapped in his arm and a truck was squealing away.

<There!>

Got him. Steve bolted in a run, preparing to let the Alpha take over when a streak caught his eyes, low to the ground the wolf traveled swiftly, and he would know that run anywhere. You were tracking among the attacking panthers and that made the Alpha stall.

<What is the Little Wolf doing here?!> Steve changed course, following after you as you approached the tent all the trucks entering the camp earlier would go to.

He was so far away, Steve yelped a warning as you darted inside, knowing that the tent was loaded with guards all armed with various weapons. Steve skidded inside to see you mid-tackle with one of the mercenaries, your strong jaws around the barrel of his weapon, each snarl had you wrenching your head, scraping your teeth against the metal. Just as fast as he noticed you, Steve assessed where the other threats were located- two on one side, rushing out of their chairs where they were playing cards of some kind and another around the back side of loaded cages, bracing his rifle against the top one to take aim and the one you were currently working on disarming.

With a lift of his foot, Steve shoved his foot against a wall of empty cages, sending them tumbling over the two mercenaries scrambling to their weapons, his hand slipping against his chest and yanking out a vibranium dagger he carried on him, a gift from T’Challa the last time he was here. The blade raced true to its target, landing in the rifleman's skull and killing him instantly.

A glance over his shoulder showed you had dragged the mercenary down, unable to withstand your attack anymore while he covered his face with his arms, a weak shield against you. Steve leaped over the cages to grab another mercenary, a punch to his head knocking his senses out and he slumped into dead weight from Steve’s hand. The last one managed to crawl out of the tented area, taking his chances among the panthers. Panting, Steve hauled the last remaining mercenary to one of the cages and slammed him in.

Finally, it was mostly quiet in the tent, the people in the cages huddling in fear, waiting to see what they would do and there you were. Shifted back to yourself blinking at him, the shield wrapped around your body like a second skin, vibrating with whatever power was built into it. The shock was etched on your face, pain and sorrow quickly melded into a rage. You snarled at him. “What are you doing here Steve?”

Steve felt himself rising in the challenge as he stepped around the tossed cages, stalking towards you. You looked as fierce as ever, his Little One ready to battle the enemy, but now it was him you were bracing to go against. Your eyes roved over him protectively, like you were making sure he wasn’t injured in any way but kept your touch well away from him.

“What am I doing here, why aren't you home Little One?” Steve hissed angrily. “Where you are safe?”

You backed a step like you were whiplashed, shaking your head. “You don't get to call me that Steve. It’s also none of your business.”

“Are you alone?” Steve hesitated to take another step forward after you purposely backed away from him, out of his reach. “Why isn’t anyone with you?”

Your chin hitched, your defiant move. Steve could sense you were discussing with your Little Wolf what you must have wanted to share with him. His own Alpha paced frantically because you were so close. Steve tried not to let himself get lost in your scent overwhelming him. It was almost like the first time, heating him from the inside out with the need to be close to you and be able to touch you. <Don’t drive her away Steve.> The Alpha snapped at the man.

“Yes, it’s just me here, I'm alone now Steve.” You finally started, loosening your fighting stance slightly. “The rest of it is my business. Now help me get these people out of these cages if you are going to stay.” The dismissive tone stung Steve and made his chest ache at how hollow you sounded.

You simply turned away from him, walking away to continue your mission.

#alpha steve and little one #the pack #on the hunt #amber writes #sweater writes #chris evans characters #steve rogers au #steve rogers #nomad steve rogers #shifter steve rogers #marvel au

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Sam/Steve Masterlist 4

part one, part two, part three

American values (ao3) - orphan_account T, 6k

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(Or, Sam becomes a part-time therapist, falls in love, and gets some closure. Not necessarily in that order.)

be careful (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 885

Summary: Sam has an accident in his and Steve's new house, and Steve has to call for an ambulance.

Beyond Late (ao3) - mrs_d E, 3k

Summary: There was still a light on in Sam’s bedroom window. Steve had been getting nothing but Sam’s voicemail since he left four days ago to meet Tony and the Avengers in California; either Sam had been very busy, or he was angry with Steve, and Steve was getting more certain which it was every second he hesitated on the porch.

for the sake of prisoners and the flight of birds (ao3) - everybodylies G, 10k

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Hypothermia (ao3) - thecommodore_squid (orphan_account), Wolviecat M, 34k

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"You've talked to him?"

Sam shook his head. "I can tell," he said firmly, tone booking no room for argument.

Natasha's gaze was critical and clouded with a vaguely ominous shadow. "You have to be careful."

AKA A Canon-Divergent AU in which Steve becomes homeless, and nothing is as it should be.

If You Also Want To Tell The Truth (ao3) - impertinence E, 33k

Summary: Diplomatic incidents happen all the time, but not all of them end in marriage. And not all trips to alien planets involve a mysterious killer. Sam and Steve are having all kinds of new experiences lately.

long awaited reunion (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 1k

Summary: Sam walks into the kitchen and flicks on the light. He looks up, and he startles as soon as he sees that there’s a man sitting on his kitchen counter. Sam instantly reaches for a knife, ready to protect himself.

“Who the hell are you?” Sam demands, pointing the knife at the man. Then he stops, because holy shit, that’s Bucky Barnes. It’s the man that he and Steve have been searching together for over a year now. Here he is, casually sitting on his kitchen counter. “Bucky Barnes.”

In which Bucky shows up at Sam and Steve's apartment late one night. Steve happens to be on the other side of the world.

Luck and Love in the New Year (ao3) - NachoDiablo T, 3k

Summary: Steve gets domestic while preparing for the new year, with perfect results... eventually.

many the miles (ao3) - CapnWinghead T, 4k

Summary: After months of radio silence, Sarah Wilson travels to Brooklyn to track down her brother. When she arrives, she finds Sam living with a tall blond guy that seems to know more about him than she does at the moment.

Not How It Works (ao3) - starrdust411 T, 51k

Summary: In that moment Steve felt like a drowning man pulling everyone down with him and of all the things Sam could do, hugging him was probably the most absurd.

On Your Right (ao3) - thingswithwings T, 5k

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Sam spends that time beside Steve, in the position he's gotten used to after only a couple of days: on his right, waiting to see where he'll run next, ready to get his back.

Playlist (ao3) - copperbadge T, 6k

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Practice (ao3) - astolat E, 3k

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Press (ao3) - mardia T, 5k

Summary: “So thanks to this interview, everyone thinks we’re dating,” Sam says, her voice flat. She looks up from the front page of the New York Post. The cover is a paparazzi photo of her and Steve out at the Indian restaurant last night, sitting together cozily at their table with the headline “America’s Heroes...America’s New Power Couple?”

Tony glances over her shoulder as he walks past the couch, and says, scoffing, “That headline’s awful. They should’ve at least been able to make a pun out of Falcon.”

The Candle In Your Window (ao3) - mrs_d M, 17k

Summary: Sam had been tracking Nomad for six months now, as the guy cracked security systems that were supposed to be impenetrable. Nomad had stolen over $100,000 in cold, hard cash from corporations that missed the money about as much as Sam would miss a nickel that fell out of his pocket — not that that stopped them from demanding back every penny, of course. Nomad then turned around and gave most of that money away to charity within forty-eight hours, making Sam’s job even trickier.

So here he was, in the choir loft of a Catholic church on a snowy Friday night, hoping to catch a criminal. And his mother accused him of having no social life.

The Road Toward (ao3) - AltZFic E, 36k

Summary: It’d gone like this: Steve Rogers approached Sam on the National Mall and then Steve approached Sam at the VA and then Steve kissed Sam. And then two days later, Steve Rogers approached Sam again, knocked at Sam’s back door with Natasha Romanoff at his side and asked for Sam’s help. And since then… well, Sam’s – let’s just put it this way: no one would be surprised to hear Sam say that it wasn’t really how he’d imagined the last few weeks going is all. Signing on to help Captain America, getting back in the sky after all that time, standing at Steve’s side as Steve’s world started to crumble and collapse around him, and then helping Steve bring down SHIELD, saving the world like Sam Wilson was some kind of freakin’ superhero. And then, after all that, then nearly losing Steve just a few days after they first met.

"I've had to put up with a lot?" Sam repeated, crossed his arms over his chest, smiling. “Yeah, I guess that’s one way to describe the last week.”

the weather outside is frightful (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor T, 1k

Summary: Sam is staying in the cabins with Bucky. On the way back from a trip to the town, Sam finds himself in the wrong cabin, but there's a blizzard outside and there's really no choice but to bunk with the stranger during the blizzard.

you can see it with the lights out (ao3) - defcontwo M, 4k

Summary: “Will you believe me if I tell you that this is a normal thing that happens between two guys that are friends?” Sam says, and yeah, he’s pretty sure that that came out as weak as it sounded in his head.

Steve leans up on one elbow, looking down at Sam, that same crinkle around the edges of his eyes noticeable even in the gloom of the motel room light. “I know it’s been seventy years since I last had sex with a man but I’m still pretty sure that’s bullshit, Wilson.”

Sam Wilson falls in love. Like everything else, it's a process.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #samsteve #steve rogers #sam wilson #samsteve masterlist

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unsleepingtales · 5 days

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I am home for passover so I might not get to watch the whole thing in one go but regardless it’s time for episode sixteen!!

I’m so excited to finally get some backstories!!

They all look Great today.

Oh! Fun!

Thank god they’re looking at her file

Kipperlilly loved her friends :(

SHE CAME UP WITH THE NAME 😭

Oisin and Ivy pitched the ratgrinders :(

Did jace fucking kill these children

Something happened in those mountains

When you start saying a thing.

You really do gotta honor the cock.

BEARDSLEYYYYY

A grim whisper of banana pancakes

OH MY GOD THEY WERE RIGHT I SAW SOMEONE POST ABOUT THIS THEORIZING THAT BOBBY WAS ONE OF SANDRA LYNN’S OLD PARTY MEMBERS FUCK

Sklonda x Sandra Lynn you will always be special to me <3<3

Return of the van!

Beardsleyyyy

That’s so cool. That tree thing is so goddamn cool.

If they’re fucking with Gorgug’s house I’m gonna be so pissed off

Gileariel baby real <3

Brennan thank you for reminding Ally to talk to Bucky

Did Aelwyn get another five cats. Didn’t she have ten.

Yayyyy Aelwyn’s back <3

Fucking brutal

(vaguely British accent) I’m Kristen

I love how IMMEDIATELY Ally went in on the simulacrum

Hey I cast legend lord on you and nothing came up. Yeah.

AnUs mention!

I love that we all know these details about how wikipedia sorts things

Brutal! Honestly! The Abernant sisters don’t pull punches!

This is a joint ☺️

One of my favorite things about watching the intrepid heroes is the physical comedy. It has definitely informed my physicality when rping and playing d&d

Bitchhhhhhh

Mastermind Rogue!

Hard cream soda oh god

Rizwalda 😭

Fascinated by the teacher evaluations. What mechanic purpose does this serve. Or is it just to immerse the players further in the school thing.

Second Kristen is straight because real Kristen thinks British people are straight

You need to respect my life!

Official date!!

What are you DOING

White knuckling control of the date setting

Yessss I love the pun

Ally’s thousand yard stare at the mention of the buzz saw

RIZ IS PAID FACULTY FABIAN REMEMBER THIS PLEASE

I love the chill music that plays when we see Mazey

Gertieeeee

He’s such a good friend

Brennan’s so good at the seething face

My bank tells me 😡

Corsicaaaaaa

They’re so married

Adaine’s little ice cream party what if I cried

Sandra Lynnnnn

I’m not very good at being a kid. Oh god. FUCK.

‼️BIDEN MENTION‼️

I can be competent because you guys are there when I need you 😭

Oh my god. Mothers and daughters and mothers and daughters and mothers and daughters.

It’s alliterative!!

Poly Zara! <3

I do actually love the reading of the comments

Liar. Frumpy. Wrong.

Damn alright I guess that’s all for this episode of dimension20

Looking forward to next week! I will have just gotten home from a concert that I will be going to after a transatlantic flight that morning and also I’ll be done with essays one way or another so I’ll be all kinds of loopy!

#fantasy high junior year #verbal component #reactions

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vibraniumarm06-bucket · 1 year

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A Friendly Smile From the Past - 2

A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who has been loving this story! It really means a lot to me! Please comment with your thoughts, I'd love to hear them! I'm still currently learning how to navigate Tumblr haha! Someone, please teach me how to make a requests button if you know how to [otherwise message me with a request]

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Two Months Later

I felt stuck at the moment while I shook people’s hands and accepted their condolences. Every word spoken went in one ear and out the other unprocessed. My eyes are fixated on the person’s mouth speaking currently and all I can think about is absolutely nothing. I cannot even bring myself to look at the stage where his coffin sits.

Barely anyone is here yet and there is still half an hour till the service begins. I feel a hand on my shoulder softly gripping it “Come on honey, you should have time to say your goodbyes in private”. I turn to face my mother who has a few tears in her eyes. I know she cares about dad even though they had a very rocky relationship and didn’t speak to each other properly after the divorce. I sigh softly and try to swallow the saliva in my mouth down my dry throat “I- I don’t think I can” my voice wobbles from trying so hard not to cry.

Instead of letting it go, she grabs onto my arm and forces me towards the stage, right in front of the coffin. I blink back tears as I gaze down at my father’s face. His features look soft and at peace, dressed in his best suit; the only one he owned as he had bought it for my university graduation. I smile softly and hold back a chuckle when I see the high school football jersey, the number 6 - Bucky’s number and dad’s best player. He always joked he would be buried with that number jersey to commemorate the best year he coached high school football. “ You boys lead us to victory time and time again. James, you’re the best captain this team has ever had and you are all so close-knit that you just know what the other wants to do. It’s great you keep the other side guessing!” Dad had always been so proud of them, so much so that it was the last year he coached before buying the main bar in town.

I turn to face my mother but she has disappeared. I clutch onto the coffin feeling like I’m going to fall to my knees. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” I whisper “I know I haven’t always been the kindest to you and we have had our differences. I love you so much”. I wipe the tears away as I hear people entering the room. I turn to face the entrance and see Nat standing there with a grim look on her face.

She speeds towards me holding herself with grace, even dressed in black and the sorrowful look she has, she looks so beautiful. “I know you aren’t in the best place right now, but uh I need you to know that we have incoming” her words fall out of her mouth fast and I feel as though I’m playing catch up. She grips my hand and intertwines our fingers together giving a soft squeeze.

My face scrunches up slightly in confusion “what do you mean incomin-” more people begin entering the room but my gaze is fixed upon Nat as she shifts between her feet before looking to the front. I move my head softly and I gasp slightly at the faces which stare back at me. All so familiar yet so different. I glance between each person in the old gang who all stand in the aisle. Bruce, Wanda, Tony, Sharon, Pepper, Vis, Thor, Sam, Steve and finally Bucky. I feel my heart beat a little faster as I glance over his face. His stubble seems to be beginning to form into a beard and seems to be growing his hair out, he is still so handsome my heart hurts. I can tell he is trying his hardest to avoid me, looking at the ground or at Steve and Sam, anywhere but me and my heart throbs. ‘Look at me please, I’ve missed you so much’.

I feel Nat’s hand squeeze softly again as Steve’s voice fills the room. “We received the funeral notice a few days ago. We came to say our goodbyes to the Coach”. I find it hard to swallow and my face scrunches again “Funeral notice?” I ask softly confused. I had only informed those in town and who were close to dad that he had passed.

“Dad told me and I told everyone else,” Tony says. Of course, Howard and dad were super close of course he would have mentioned it to Tony. I nod my head “yeah okay” I whisper softly. “I’m uh gonna go check on some stuff,” I say trying to avoid the confrontation that I know will inevitably come soon. As I turn my back on everyone I remove my hand from Nat’s and slip into the hallway in the back and disappear getting closer to the kitchen. I can just hear their voices in my head, especially Bucky’s of ‘why didn’t you say anything?’ ‘I would have been there for you’ and ‘I thought we were close enough to lean on each other when things get tough’.

As I enter the small kitchen, Clint’s head pops up over the counter “Hey sweetheart, how you holding up?” he rounds the corner on his hands and knees before standing up and embracing me. “How do you think idiot?” I mumble into his shirt as I squeeze him. “Nat texted me the heads up that everyone is here”. I look up at him, tears threatening to fall, and my throat feels like it's enclosing in on itself. Clint rubs his hand up and down my back and kisses my forehead which starts to calm me down a little. “I can’t do this Clint” I whimper softly “I can’t go out there and talk in front of everyone about him. About how he was sick and I knew and kept between the few of us that know.” I grip onto his blazer tightly.

“Yes you can, sugar, you can do it” He whispers into my ear before pressing another kiss to my forehead. “I’ll be with you every step of the way and so will Nat. You have us with you, you know that”. I lean back a little to look at his face, his features so soft, you wouldn’t think he was a detective at this moment, aware of so many dark things in the world. He holds onto me for a little while longer knowing I need it.

“Come on, the service is going to begin soon,” he says softly as he pulls away from me. I lean up and kiss his cheek softly. “Thank you” I whisper softly. “Anything for you, sugar”. After Clint was promoted to detective, he moved back home and found out about Nat and me not living the lives we had planned. One night, I had been covering a shift at the bar for dad. Clint had barged in with this confidence and strength but all I could see was the clumsy Clint from high school and university. The two of us got so drunk after everyone had left that when I woke up in his bed the next morning I was not surprised. After that night the two of us spoke about it and both decided to create a pact. Clint and I’s pact was that when we both got lonely or we were in the mood we would sleep together every now and again but we had promised not to further because he was still hurting over getting his heart broken and he knows I’m still hung up over Bucky.

As Clint and I walk into the room again and finally sit down in the front beside Nat, I let out the breath I was holding. I can feel multiple eyes on the back of my head. “I’m sorry I left you like that” I whisper to Nat as the priest begins the funeral service. Her hand slides onto my thigh and squeezes softly “it’s okay”.

I zone out until I feel Clint shake me softly, I look up from under my lashes to see Bucky and Steve walk up onto the stage. The priest must have opened it up to the public who want to speak. I roll my eyes thinking of what they would possibly say, only good things about their coach. Ugh, why am I like this, sure Dad had his flaws and really bad qualities that the boys had seen but it’s his funeral, we can’t talk about the bad things that had occurred right?

I bite my lip to stop myself from tearing up as I try to focus on a spot on the carpet and think about what the stain could be against the faded red colour instead of seeing his face and those eyes. All I want is to be wrapped in his arms and to be comforted by him but like before he had tried to ignore my presence in front of everyone and that hit the nail on the coffin. His voice seems colder, harsher and deeper than I remember as he speaks about football, it’s void of any emotion, and he doesn’t sound like the Bucky I remember at all.

I frown softly and scrunch my nose as Nat leans in and tells me it's my turn to speak. The last person to do so before he is taken to be buried. I look at her pleading with her not to make me while she looks and me with a look that just says ‘you have to do this or you’ll regret it’. I manage to make it up to the stage and sigh softly as I clutch onto the podium tightly. I feel as though if I let go I’ll be on the ground.

“Thank you all for coming to commemorate the life of my father Y/F/N Y/L/N. You have all met him through different stages of his walk of life…” as I continue I can feel tears the good and the bad resurging as I talk about my childhood with Dad. I look down at Nat and Clint and feel reassured to keep going.

I blackout for the rest of my speech, dad’s burial, the wake and when I come to I’m sitting in Dad’s bar in the dark with an empty glass in front of me.

“Gin and lemonade?” Nat asks softly from behind the bar. I nod my head as she places ice and a slice of lemon in the glass before measuring the gin and adding lemonade. As she begins to make her drink I watch her closely.

“How are you feeling that Steve is back in town?” I ask, she freezes slightly before continuing. “I’m okay”, her tone implying to drop the topic. “Really?” I ask “Because I feel like shit with Bucky here”.

She sighs heavily “I do too, I’m too scared to talk to him - they must know now right?”. I scoff softly “Since when have you ever been scared of anything? Especially that Golden Labrador?” She opens her mouth to reply but the bell rings indicating people are entering.

“We’re closed until further notice unless you’re Clint,” I say clearly annoyed as I turn in my seat to see Clint and the rest of them except Bucky standing behind him. Clint looks at us sheepishly and shrugs his shoulders as if to say he couldn’t stop them from following him here.

“You gonna turn us away during your deepest darkest hour Nugget?” Tony asks and I feel a flame ignite in me to start an argument. We were close and then everyone faded off and never kept in contact. It became annoying when I’d message everyone first and then I decided to not anymore and they never messaged back.

I hear Nat scoff “You don’t belong here,” she says, Steve’s voice is soft “You don’t mean that!”. “Oh yeah?” I say angrily “Well, if you do belong here then how come no one kept in contact? We were friends, thanks for coming to the funeral,” I say sarcasm dripping at the end of my sentence.

“Are you kidding, we all kept in contact - do you just have the chat on mute or something?” Wanda pipes up, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Sam mumbles “Uh Wanda, they aren’t on it…” Nat and I exchange a look of hurt between each other. We had been kept out of their lives no matter how hard we had tried, and they all remained friends.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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Forbidden Lessons XXXIII (Path A)

Masterlist

Make sure to follow which path you’re reading and I hope it’s not too confusing. Each path (a and b) are separate storylines.

Warnings: noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression, pregnancy and abortion, violence, spanking, biting. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.

Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you

"Yes, honey."

Those words become your safeguard. To appease your keeper, to protect yourself. He doesn't ask, he tells, and you do. With a smile or the best you can summon.

A week passes of monotonous oppression. Despite the constant pique of nerves, there's a routine that quickly consumes you. Wake, eat, wash up, watch him go and lock the door, find a book or a show, or lay in bed, he comes back, you get up and pretend. Eat again, tidy, talk, rather listen to him talk, and wile away the time until the bed beckons to you once more.

The days mean nothing. The hours and minutes fading away to endless malaise. A grim acceptance of your prison. Your warden keeps you well, keeps you scared.

That night, he's quiet but not shy. As you cook, his hand wanders down your spine and around your hip, curious, creeping. You eat and his eyes cling to your lips. You've seen that look before, predatory and plotting. The knot ties tight in your chest. You know.

He kisses your cheek as you rinse the dishes. You listen to him retreat to the bedroom. Then futility lumps in your throat. You know what comes next, what he intends. In his mind, you've had enough time to move on. In yours, you're trapped on it, living with it, nesting in your soul, slowly eating away at it.

You let the tap run and slowly turn around. It's a dumb thought but knowing that won't stop you. You take a step, then another, then a third. Further, and further, you stop in the doorway as you try to hear, try to assure yourself it's possible.

Tiptoes down to the entryway. You look through the peephole and exhale through your nose. You bend to lift the boots from the mat, cautiously unhooking your jacket.

Another look back. The faucet covers the noise of your ploy. You turn and grip the oval knob, twisting back the lock a little at a time. Your hand falls to the door handle and you push down with your thumb.

You can be free but where will you go?

You inch the door open, almost enough to slip through before it slams shut, your hand slipping from the brass handle. You gasp and drop the boots and coat, spinning to face Bucky as his hand remains planted on the door.

"Sunshine," he enunciates darkly, "why?"

You gulp, the faucets off. With the adrenaline pumping in your ears, you didn't hear the change. You press yourself to the door and cower.

"I was only–"

"Don't lie to me," his hand slides down the wood and he grips the back of your neck, tearing you away from the door. He turns and marches you down the hall. You stumble as the pinch of his thick fingers sends ripples down your back, "I've been good to you, sunny, but you're not good to me."

"Please," you beg as you touch his thick arm, "I'm sorry, I wasn't going to–"

He drags you down the hall and flings you into the bedroom. You stagger and fall to your knees, the door slamming, closing you in with him.

"I swear, honey," you put your hands together, "I was just–"

"I don't want to hear it. I've been nice. All I ask of you is that you take care of yourself, that you stay here, safe. I come home everyday and you're pouting, miserable, after all I've given you."

He unbuckles his belt as he snarls, "get undressed, sunshine."

"What– no–"

"Now!" He barks as he frees the leather from the loops.

You wince as your eyes dampen. You turn your face down. You knew it was stupid but you tried it anyway.

You reach to pull the flowery shirt over your head, letting it fall weakly down your arms to the floor. You stand, unsteady, and unzip the back of the flowy skirt, dropping it to pool at your feet. Your bra unhooks too easily and slumps down your arms.

You shudder as you push your panties down your legs, trying to cover yourself as you stand straight. His gaze washes over you hotly.

You dare to meet his glare as his jaw grits. He has the belt folded in his grasp.

"Put your hands on the bed, sunshine," he points with the leather.

You stare at him, searching for an ounce of pity. Nothing. "Yes, honey…" the words wisp from you.

You obey and place your hands on the mattress. He sighs and comes close, pushing his foot between yours and kicking them apart. He pushes you lower until your elbows are on the bed.

You hold your breath as he steps to the left and rests the cold leather against your bare ass.

"Sunshine, this is what you earned."

He pulls back and the belt bites into your flesh. You cry out in surprise as he does it again, over and over, in a measured but mean rhythm. Tears spill out as the agony thrums through you.

Your legs shake and finally give out as you fall against the bed, throwing your hand up to shield yourself.

"Please, no more," you whimper, "I can't–"

He ignores you and tosses the belt aside. He pats the bed, a wordless demand. You tremble as your tender ass grazes your heels. You lift yourself back up, hands on the blanket as you brace yourself.

He spreads his hand across one side of your ass, his hot palm searing you as he kneads. He tuts and lowers himself to his knees as his hand brushes across your rear, thumb tracing the welts. His tickles down along your cunt and you squeak in surprise.

He prods at you firmly, rubbing your entrance teasingly before dipping down further, between your folds to press against your clit. You feel his scalding breath along your tortured skin and cry out as suddenly a sharp pinch adds to the burning torment.

He bites into you as he swirls his fingers around your bud. You quake at the battle of sensations, both pleasant and painful. He nips again, making a trail down your ass to your thighs. He lingers on the tenderness of your leg, sinking his teeth in and sucking until it throbs.

You slicken beneath his touch and he kisses wet spot left by his mouth, "you're mine… if you ever think of leaving, I want you to remember this…" he pauses to bite you again, a quick snapping nip, "every bruise, every mark, all mine."

He pokes his fingers up along your folds, pushing his thumb against your clit, rolling the sensitive bud. He prods at your entrance and hums, spreading your wetness up and down.

"Do you understand me, sunshine?" He asks in a gritty growl.

"Yes… honey," you sniffle.

"Can you be nice to me, sunshine? Like I've been nice to you?" He speaks with his lips pressed to your flesh, just along the curve of your ass.

"Yes, honey," you nod against the bed.

"Good," his hand reluctantly falls away from your, brushing down your thigh as he draws back, "show me you can be nice."

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #ask drabble #forbidden lessons #series #mcu #marvel #professor!loki #professor!bucky

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Cold Shoulder {3} || mafia!Bucky

Summary: Wedding plans are accelerated as Steve's health deteriorates. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, Steve's medical care, fluff, Catholic wedding (because it's the mafia) WC: ~3k

main masterlist || bucky masterlist || Part One || Part Two

Your fresh gel nails were already chipped as you nervously picked at them, waiting for the doctor to come back. The second the door opened, you rushed forward out of Bucky’s arms and confronted the middle aged man. “How is he?”

“It’s not good, I'm afraid.” The doctor sighed and gripped his medical bag tighter. “Mr Rogers is facing multiple organ failure, the dialysis can only do so much for his kidneys but there’s nothing we can do for his cardiomyopathy.”

“There must be something.” You choked on your words and your knees threatened to buckle before Bucky caught your waist and kept you upright.

“It will now be a matter of keeping Mr Rogers comfortable. I have left a prescription for his nurse - some drugs that will ease his suffering.”

“Thank you.” Bucky said quietly as he reached into his jacket and handed over a roll of cash, a bonus for keeping the visit off the books.

“Don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything, Mr Barnes.” He offered as he slipped the money into his bag and made his way to the door before stopping. “He also requested to speak with Miss Y/L/N, alone.”

You looked up to Bucky, frowning as you wondered what it was about before making your way to the door to the medical wing. You looked back at Bucky, silently wishing he would come as your support but he shook his head gently. “I’ll be right outside, love.”

The brass door handle was cold in your fingers and the door seemed heavier than ever as it swung open slowly, the sharp scent of disinfectant burning your nostrils as you stepped inside. It had only been an hour since you last saw Steve but after hearing the grim update he seemed to have deteriorated before your eyes and become a gaunt figure swallowed by the hospital bed he lay on.

“Hey.” Steve smiled weakly, his eyes a little glazed from the morphine that was being drip fed into his veins.

“You should be resting.” You chided as you took a seat on the edge of the bed and held his frail hand in yours.

“Soon.” He promised, his other hand trembling as he reached for the glass of water on the side table.

“Let me.”

Steve had given up arguing or trying to stop you from helping in the months since he had moved into the mansion, letting his hand fall to the white sheet as you picked the glass up yourself. His lips were pale and cracked as they pressed to the glass and you reminded him to take little sips, the medications leaving him nauseous if he ate or drank too fast.

“The doctor said you wanted to talk to me. Alone.”

“Mmmm,” he nodded with a yawn and pointed to the envelope beside the empty glass, “that’s for you.”

Your gut twisted and a cold chill rolled down your spine as you picked it up, the quiet sound of metal tinkling inside. Breaking the seal, you tore the paper apart and found two gold wedding bands with diamonds embedded the whole way around. Your heart thumped faster in your chest as he picked them up and placed them in the palm of your hand, closing your fist around them to keep them safe.

“Steve…” You choked. “I can’t.”

“They are family heirlooms and I want you to have them. At least this way I can be with you on your special day and every day after that.”

A sob broke from your chest at the reminder he wouldn’t live to see your wedding day and you heard the door open, Bucky crossing the room quickly to comfort you.

“Did you know about this?” You asked as you opened your palm and showed him the sparkling rings.

Bucky nodded solemnly as he rubbed your back. “He asked me to get them from his safe while you were out.”

You gripped the rings tighter and looked at Steve through misted eyes. “We’d be honoured to wear them, but you are still planning on breaking your promise. You said you would walk me down the aisle if I ever got married.”

“It wasn’t exactly planned.” He laughed before it turned to a cough. “You’ll have to take that up with god.”

“Get some rest, punk.” Bucky ordered as he saw Steve fighting back a yawn and looked at his watch.

Steve’s lips curled up into a smirk and he shifted to get comfortable in the bed. “I’ll rest when I'm dead, jerk.”

“That’s not funny, Steve!” You growled as you lightly slapped his leg before leaning forward and kissing his cheek then hopping off the bed. “Goodnight, I love you.”

“You too.”

Ascending the stairs was subdued and when you reached the bedroom neither of you spoke, undressing silently before climbing into the bed that suddenly felt too large with the distance between you. Something was weighing on Bucky and when you rolled over to face him he was staring absentmindedly at the ceiling.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You asked quietly as you stroked the soft hairs across his chest and the cursive lettering of your name over his heart - the latest art addition to his skin.

His chest rose with a heavy intake and he ran his hand through his hair before tucking it behind his head. “You and Steve…”

“What about it?”

“You said you love him.”

“I do.” You nodded before your eyes widened and you laughed. “I love Steve but like a brother, baby, there’s never been me and Steve.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s…” He trailed off as his cheeks flushed red and he ran his hands down them to hide the scarlet blush.

Taking his hands in yours, you gently pried them away from his face and tried to understand what it was he was trying to say. The words repeated in your head until it clicked and you closed the space between you, your lips brushing softly against his.

“I love you, Bucky. I thought you knew that already and went without saying.”

“I guess I just needed to hear you say it.” He inhaled deeply and dropped his forehead to yours, savouring your words as he clasped your hands to his chest, over your name. “I love you too.”

“Good, because I want to marry you…tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” He asked as if he had heard wrong.

“I know it’s sudden but I want Steve to be there and you heard the doctor…” You sighed as his face remained passive. “I understand if it’s too soon, everything already thinks it's crazy how quick we got engaged.”

“I don’t care about that, doll.” Bucky with a shake of his head. “I’d marry you this minute, I just don’t want you rushing into this before you are ready and regretting it later or resenting me.”

“Regret it? James, I have never been more sure of anything in my life.” You assured him. “I’m going to be yours and carry your name for the rest of my life - all I want is for it to happen sooner than we planned.”

“Shit.” Bucky sighed as he flopped back onto his pillow, missing the hurt crossing your face. “I was planning on making you scream my name all night but now I have arrangements to make.”

“Wait, what?” You gasped and bolted upright. “You mean-”

“Can’t promise it’ll be big or white but it’ll be a wedding.” He chuckled as you dove into his arms but after a moment he pulled away. “I can’t get anything done if I stay here, love. Go to sleep and I’ll make some calls.”

“How am I possibly going to sleep? We’re getting married tomorrow.”

Your excitement grew as Bucky tossed the blankets back and grabbed his phone off the charger, his proud smile sending your heart racing. You wanted to rush downstairs to tell Steve but he needed his rest so you flopped back amongst the sheets and tried to close your eyes. Within minutes you knew it was a losing battle and slipped from the bed to find Bucky in his study, a glass of whiskey in his hand and his phone tucked between his shoulder and ear.

“Everything we had planned…but tomorrow.” He looked up as you closed the office door and placed his glass down, swivelling the chair so you could sit down on his lap. “I don’t care how much it costs, just do it. Fine, fine, just make it happen.”

Bucky ended the call and tossed the device on the desk. “You should be sleeping.”

“I tried. Who was that?”

“The event planner, she didn’t sound too happy.” He chuckled. “The Church is booked for 5pm - apparently I can put the fear of God into everyone except a man of God - he wouldn’t cancel the prior booking.”

“You know I would marry you at the courthouse.”

Bucky’s chest huffed and he reached around you to grab his drink. “My father would turn in his grave. Barnes’ and courthouses don’t go well together.”

Your head tipped back with a laugh and you would have teased him but his phone rang and you saw the contact for one of Bucky’s made men on the screen. “I’ll go make some coffee, looks like we are going to need it.”

The chime of the doorbell echoed through the living room and you blinked slowly as the sweet dreams receded from your mind and excitement for the day ahead flooded in. Your neck cracked as you sat up and found you had fallen asleep on the couch, a warm blanket covering your body that hadn’t been there before. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you heard Bucky’s hushed voice at the door before he led a horde of people inside and smiled when he noticed you were awake.

“Woke up just in time, gorgeous.” Bucky said with a smile. “They’re here for you.”

You took a longer look at the group and found their arms full of garment bags and material, surprise and warmth spreading across your chest as you closed the distance with Bucky and gave him a chaste kiss given the company. “You are amazing. I’m not even going to ask how you managed all this, did you even sleep last night?”

“I plead the fifth.” He smirked, turning you towards the stairs and his attention to the seamstress. “Make her exactly what she wants and I’ll waive your protection fees for the next six months.”

“I will, sir.” The seamstress promised as she bowed her head. “Thank you, sir.”

An hour later you were restless as you stood in the centre of the room, trying on the dress with the latest adjustment. You had been dressed and undressed more times in the hour than you had all week and the novelty was quickly wearing off. Unfortunately you only had eight hours left before the wedding so you had to push through and let the seamstress do her work with the help of her team.

Once again the dress came off and you were assured it was the last time as they sewed the train into place. “You can put your clothes back on now, I’ll just need you to choose the lace for your veil.”

You looked over the rolls of delicate designs before shaking your head. “I don’t think I’ll have one, it’s a bit old fashioned.”

“It’s traditional.” She tried to argue.

“I’ve made up my mind.” You reiterated as you stepped off the raised podium they had modelled you on. You grabbed your clothes and quickly pulled them on as you made your way to the door and paused to remind her once more for good measure. “No veil.”

“Where’s the head thing?” Steve asked the second you stepped out of the robing room. The seamstress pulled the creases out of the train and she scoffed before trying to hide the sound with a cough. “You look absolutely beautiful, but I thought you’d wear a, what is it?”

“A veil.” You laughed, taking the handles of his wheelchair and pushing him towards the nave where you would wait for your cue. “I’m walking into this with my eyes wide open, Steve. I don’t need the symbolism of a veil getting in my way.”

Canon in D began to filter through the door and broke the silence with gentle waves of melody as you waited beside Steve, the sweet scents of the bouquet tickling your nose. You expected to be nervous but the trembling in your hand was anticipation not trepidation and you wished the doors would open so you could hurry up and reach Bucky.

“Thank you for doing this.” Steve said as he put the brakes on his wheelchair and struggled to stand up. “For keeping my promise for me.”

“You make it sound like some hardship but you know I would do anything for you.” You curled your arm into his elbow and took his weight as his breathing laboured. “You don’t have to walk with me, Steve, just having you by my side is enough.”

“Fuck that.” He scoffed. “You didn’t see the hot chicks that are in there.”

“Jesus Christ.” You laughed as the doors began to open.

“What?” He smirked. “I’m stiff, not dead.”

Your laughter floated down the aisle and Bucky’s jaw dropped as he saw your bright smile above a dress that you were born to wear. It was elegant and timeless, regal and sexy, everything he already knew you were but now everyone else got to see. The pews on both sides of the aisle were filled with friends and family of the Cosa Nostra and they all rose to their feet as you made your way through the arches to the altar. Steve may have been surveying the women but you didn’t notice anyone as Bucky held you captivated front and centre.

You could hear Steve’s breath rattling as you reached the steps to the altar and Bucky descended to meet you. The glow of a thousand candles illuminated the church and left Bucky’s eyes shimmering like an orange sunset cast across the ocean waves and it was only Steve’s grip that kept you from reaching out for him.

“Told you she was special.” Steve croaked as he struggled to let go of you, his fingers finally moving to place your hand in Bucky’s. “I’ll haunt you if anything happens to her, I swear to god.”

“Ahem.” The priest cleared his throat with a look of disapproval before opening his latin bible.

“Sorry Padre.” Steve murmured before kissing your cheek and shuffling to the front row to take a much needed seat.

“You look so beautiful, doll.” Bucky beamed as you stood face to face, his hands holding yours as the priest began a prayer and ignored your whispers.

“Shh, you’re gonna ruin my makeup.” You said as you felt fresh tears prickling at your eyes and squeezed his hand. “I still can’t believe you pulled this off.”

“I had a lot of motivation.” He smirked before the priest covered the microphone.

“This is a sacred ceremony before God, a little respect James.”

You bit your lip to stop from smiling as Bucky pursed his lips, holding back from doing something that would probably get him arrested. Instead he decided to bite his tongue and still his hand, bowing his head and apologising under his breath so the priest would continue. You looked up from under your lashes, impatiently waiting to get to the best part.

Time slowed as the thick bible closed shut with a decisive thud and the priest signed the cross over you, finally giving Bucky the permission he was desperate for. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Bucky curled his arm around your waist and pulled you to the tip of your toes as he stepped closer, crushing his lips to yours as the crowd roared behind you. You had barely seen him all day and you were hungry for more, pulling him back by the lapels of his suit when his lips left yours. It was only the interruption from the priest that stopped you from reaching for the buttons of his shirt and you were brought back to the present and the reminder that you were in God’s house.

“Don’t worry, padre, four signatures and we’ll be out of your hair.” Bucky promised as he linked your fingers and raised them to his lips, the warm skin contrasting the cold metal of the rings Steve had given you. “Ready, Mrs Barnes?”

“Do you even have to ask?” You grinned, taking the first step towards the table that held the all important wedding certificate awaiting your signatures.

Your hand shook as you glided the fountain pen along the bridal line, happy hormones flooding your body with a high you never wanted to come down from. Next Bucky signed his formal name, his smile never wavering as he handed the pen to Steve as the first witness and then onto Sam as the second.

“It’s official, she’s your problem now.” Steve joked as he clapped Bucky on the back and kissed your cheek.

“Official.” You chuckled. “Bet you don’t hear that very often.”

Bucky shook his head with a theatrical shiver. “Feels dirty.”

“So dirty that you won’t want to consummate the marriage?” You teased in his ear. “It might be too official for you.”

“Oh, doll, I can do dirty things.” His arm pulled you closer and he buried his face in your neck, kissing his way to your ear as he left goosebumps over your skin. “You’ll see.”

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wanderlustpeach · 2 years

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Meant to be — part two.

PAIRING: steve rogers x reader, past! bucky barnes x reader

SUMMARY: who said revenge wasn’t sweet.

WARNING: angst with a happy ending, bucky barnes. . . jumpscare fr. narcissistic behavior.

GENRE: friends to lovers, exes!bestfriend, fluff & angst.

WORD COUNT: 4k

[PART ONE] [MAIN MASTERLIST]

Its been three months since you last seen Bucky or the whole team in general, how could you. Openly walk around after the new spread like wild fire. The Almighty Bucky Barnes, once the Winter Solider cheated on his girlfriend soon to be fiancé. The women he so proudly showed off the the first two years of their relationship.

Maybe it was for the best things didn't work out between the two of you. being in love with a men who was no longer head over heels for you, a complete and utter one side love story. Where there was never a happy ending, for you at least.

But who is he to tell you what to do, he cheated not you.

"Can you come over, I need help understanding this. I don't know why fury gave me this in the first place this isn't even in my grade level."

"He must trust you with it. cause there is no other way he would give you documents if he didn't think your were capable of doing them." Steve reassured you, placing a gently hand on your shoulder. Slowly rubbing your back side to side, glancing down at the documents.

He's really became the only person you could truly trust at the moment other then Wanda or Vision, who have been giving you weekly updates on what's going on at the tower with Bucky and his mistress.

Maybe it wasn’t sane to have your friend watch over your ex, but what could you do. He was the man you watched grow before your eyes, the man that was there for your twenty birthday when you had no one. He was the shoulder you could lean on, when times where down.

But where is he now, gone. Just like the rest of the people that came and went in your life.

No one special.

"you know you're going to have to face your problems sooner than later." Steve teased, pull out the shelf she called him over to arrange.

for the past three months they have became attached to each others hip. If you seen Steve, y/n wasn't far behind. According to Wanda it seemed like they were the better fit them what she had going on with Bucky. More to y/n's despair, your friends constantly reminding you that it was better off without the stress, of not knowing if the man you laid with at night truly loved you. maybe it was for the better, to be happy and healthy.

Could Steve love you the way you want to be love? a reoccurring question that bounced around in your head, was it to fast to move on from him. why did it have to be his best-friend.

He wouldn't see me like the way I see him, I'm his best friends ex. Why would he.

Why were you trying to push yourself on a men who cares for you. This wasn't worth it, the constant second thought, the longing looks.

The sweet gesture. He was just being a good friend, nothing more.

This is Steve who we are talking about, a golden retriever in a human body. You knew where is loyalty lied with.

"I'll rather ignore them till I can't anymore." You stated, rolling your eyes at the shadow of Steve. Who is he to tell you what to do with your life.

It's your life after all.

"it's not healthy though. It's better just to get it out the way, I can see your still stressing over it. you haven't been sleeping, I know it's the nightmares. You aren't getting better. I just want this best for you." He sighed out, with a grim frown. He couldn't watch you tear yourself apart thing of what ifs.

Things you wished you could have done differently, but you froze up. You weren't the women you so proud claimed you were. You loved to put on the front you were strong then what you truly were.

Buts it's tiring, wearing a mask. not being true to yourself or others.

It was a never ending cycle of pain, you lived.

a beautiful doomed love story.

A friendly little date, that was what this was. Steve proposed to break y/n out of her funk, she need to get out the house after being cooped up for the past months. It wasn't sane, if you asked him. To be real nothing she did nor the things around them were real sane or normal.

You needed a breather.

"Steve did you bring the wine?" You asked. Placing down the blanket under the London plane tree, kicking off the fallen leaves from the sheet. Placing down the basket as Steve frantically looked inside his carry on bag.

"Yes!" He exclaimed pulling out the bottle of wine, like it was a glorious treasure. with a spark in his eyes, and a big grin on his face.

"I'm not at forgetful as you think y/n." He taunted, shaking his head at you, plopping down on the ground right next to the now neatly placed out food.

"Whatever you say. You did for the spoons and fork though." You giggled sticking your tongue out at the man.

"You’re so childish." He grunted.

"But you like it" You retorted, knowing damn while you were right. Wanda told you mister Goldie had developed a little crush on you after you helped him with his artist block.

You became his muse, the one he was drawled to. The one that lights up the stars in his eyes. Was he guilty? Yes. For felling for the women he promised would never be able to have a hold on his heart again.

"Yeah I do, what are you going to do about it." Steve challenged you, with a sinister smile and a raised eyebrow.

Lose for words y/n stared at him like he grow to heads. This couldn't be real, when did he become so bold? Was it Sam or Tony? Which one would make it better. Neither.

Snapping out the little daze, something which in clicked. The feeling you have been pushing down for the past few weeks, the longing and need to be loved.

"oh a-lot , just you wait baby. "

Positive

Stained in big black letters POSITIVE , across the small mini screen. There was no changing it, no turning back. No reduces. This was it. It was the third test y/n took. The same results for everyone. This had to be a joke, this couldn't be true. Steve claimed he was unable to have kids do the to serums. So what is this?

Two lines; telling her something she didn't want to hear, this was a mistake. It had to be.

What was he going to think, what were all of them going to think of her, was she nothing but a cheap whore how go pregnant by her exes best friend. Something so low and grimy, that's what they would think.

But who were they to Judge.

Steve . . . Steve. Did he want to be a father? We're they ready for this. You finally came to term what was going on between the two of you.

"I can't do this." You sighed out. Shoulders slumped down crave into yourself, trying to protect you from the frantic thoughts that flew through you head. Was it worth it, would you be a good mom.

You weren't even as financially stable to support a baby, you could barely pay for yourself.

Wanda. She would know what to do with this. She has to know, you don't think you'll be able to do this yourself.

Pushing yourself up from the fetal position, you reached for your phone that sat on the corner of the countertop of the sink. Frantically scrolling through your call list you, finally came across her name.

Three rings is what it took for her to finally answer the call, "Yes love?" She asked, moving into the sit up position. As vision laid on the side of her.

"I've made a mistake Wanda." y/n cried out, throwing the test across the bathroom. While it slide across the floor to the corner of the small room, resting face down.

"what did you do? This time."

"Something I can't go back on now."

"What did you do y/n." Wanda snapped. Moving to the other room to give you and her more privacy. The Tension was unbearable. She don't like the long pause nor the vague answers she was receiving.

"I'm pregnant Wanda. I'm FUCKING PREGNANT!" You screamed out in frustration, on the verge of have a mental breakdown. How could your life flip upside down, with just one simple test.

"You’re what? Who's the dad, never-mind don't mind that we already know that answer."

"does he know? y/n tell he knows?"

"No why the fuck would he know. I just found out!" You growled, pulling at your hair.

"Okay y/n baby can you take a breather for me. In and out slowly." She tried to reassuring you. She felt the hostility through the phone, she called for moral support not to have another thing on her mind begging her to do the right thing and keep the baby and tell Steve.

"I'm trying. I'm fucking trying." You breathily sobbed out, pulling yourself together. Fixing the fallen clumps of hair your of your face, aggressively wiping the tear stained face, breathing in and out like Wanda course you in to do, to steady tour heart and have a clear head.

"Can you come over. I need you, I need my best-friend."

"Already one the way. Stay on the phone with till i goes there okay. I'll be there, and you want be alone okay babes."

"Yeah I can do that." you whispered, with a faint smile that pulled on the corner of your bloodshot lips.

"Now let me get this straight. You and Steve have been having frequent sex for the past few months, and you didn't expect to get pregnant?"

"No, we both thought it was fine because they said due to the serum he wouldn't be able to have kids. And we didn't need them because we are only seeing each other, no one else." You announced, tapping your nails on the table in a in consistent pattern, glancing around the room to avoid her piercing green eyes. To see the disappointment and concern for her best friend and future god kids health.

"You didn't tell me?! Me out of all people?" She asked dramatically rolling her eyes, slapping your thighs. " it's fine that, at least we both can go through this together." Wanda Insisted holding out her pink finger.

"I pinkie promise it will be okay, y/n."

"You can't guarantee that Wanda. But we can try." Clasping your pinkie with her, kissing the back of you hand with a great full smile. You couldn't ask for a better best-friend.

"Now how are we going to break this to Steve, I mean he has the right to know he'll be a father?" Wanda questioned, walking through the aisle of baby clothes and pacifiers, picking a pair of yellow onesies and a green pacifier.

"Honestly I don't know, I'm debating on sending a letter with the pregnancy test attached to it. But like ew, I might just straight up tell him. It's the better option."

"Not very creative is it?" Wanda laughed it, grabbing a teddy bear for her future god child.

"I think that should be enough." You said snatched the other three pair of onesies from Wanda's hand before her placed them in the half way fulled cart, "I'm grateful, but we don't even know the gender of the damn baby yet."

"You could never be fully prepared."

"You’re not wrong but let's hurry up so I can get this over with, I already told him to meet me home at 7:30, and it's 6:45 now." You calmly told her, pushing down the ache that climbed up your throat the more you thought about telling him. It was to soon be a father, if he wanted to say in both of your lives.

"Okay cutie pants," She giggled slap your ass, skipping to the line.

"This damn women."

The clock struck 7:30, as Wanda and y/n finished hiding the clothes in the spare room in your apartment, it seemed it slowly became the place where you and Steve lived, his music Collection scattered in the corner of the room, next your beautiful potted snake plant.

He should be here any minute, you could do this. It's like just ripping off and bandage and hoping the blood under stopped rushing. Wanda sat in the couch, slowly flipping through the pregnancy book she snatched up, when your weren't looking. You need her here, she was your moral support if anything went haywire.

The pounding foot steps approached the door, with the jiggle of his keys, slowly turned in to the lock. If felt like eternity watched the lock turn sideways.

Closing the door behind him, Steve stood there with a Bouquet of roses, with one of the biggest smiles she ever seen on his face. "Hey doll." He leaned in placing a peak on her awaiting lips, caressing her face. Pushing that one loose curly back behind her ear.

"Hey." You breathlessly breathed out, staring up at the man that stole your heart.

". . . Wanda, it's been a while." He greeted her, looking over your head, and the short ginger.

"Hi Steve. I'm let y'all be, since you have something really important to talk about. Y/n I'll be in the spare room if you need me," She reassured.

Leaving the pregnancy book face up, in open view for Steve to see it, if he glanced down at the table. In plain view.

"Stevie baby. . . I have something to tell you. Please don't get mad." You quickly rushed out, directing him to the couch. Sitting the farthest away from him, almost falling off the edge of the sofa.

Placing the bouquet of flowers in the empty vase, he cleaned out earlier this morning. Pushing the vase back into its original spot, breathing in and out. This could go both ways, you either wanted to break this off. It was only right. Or there was something else, something that could make it or break this relationship.

"Okay. What is it." Steve asked worried, watching your body language. They ways your shoulder were tensed up, the ways your body looked like it was caving into its self, the pricing at the nails and the long pauses.

"Steve this might be a shock, for the both of us really. But I'm. . . I'm pregnant," you blustered out, looking else where but his bright blue eyes. "It’s okay if you don't want this, I would understand." You quickly cut in before he could speak, not wanting to hear something you knew you weren't able to deal with.

"I. . . , y/n calm down. I'm not mad more surprised." He stated getting up, to reach out for you. But you flinched back screamed of being accused of something you didn't do.

"It's okay, it's just me. Baby it's okay, I got you." He reassured you pulling you into a tight embrace, rubbing your back in deformed circles.

"it's okay, I'm here"

" Your not mad?"

"No I'm not, I should have expected this. I mean it takes two to make a kid y/n. this is honestly a miracle if you ask me, I never thought I would be able to have kids ever." He revealed, looking off into the distant still rubbing your back. Placing a soft kiss you your head, with a faint smile on his lips. Maybe he could actually have the life he wanted.

"But how do you know it's your, I could be a whore damn if you know?" you cried out. Not believing this is happening, he couldn't be this caring and genuine. there had to be something he wasn't telling you.

"I know your not. You don't have to deflect and make excuses because you think things are to good to be true. It's okay to be happy for once. "

"You don't to seconds guess yourself anymore. I'm here for you and this baby. Our baby."

"Just one big family huh?" You whispered out, slowly blinking sways the tears and self doubt. You could do this, for your and your some to be family.

"Our little baby." He grinned, placing his hand on your stomach. " For family." He whispered, glancing up at the ceiling. while you laid sound asleep in he's arms, curled up snuggle under this arms.

It's been seven months since you last stepped place in this building, four months since you found out you were pregnant. This placed brought nothing but good and bad memories. The memories of running through the hall as you and Natasha and Sam stole of Tony's blueberry carts or they hallways you caught your once lover, cheating on you with your so called best-friend.

Oh how the times have passed.

"Are you sure about this." Steve asked holding onto your hands, on the other arm carrying around your bag that hold your snacks.

"Yeah I am, we have to face the music sooner or later." You calmly told him, while rubbing on your small but noticeable bump. Something that Steve grow to love watching grow everyday, to so his girlfriend and his child grow into beautiful people. This was a gift.

Watching the floors count up, it felt like a hard hand gripped onto your neck slowly choking you out. It felt like nails were dragging up your throat everything you gulped, it was excruciating.

Already having Wanda and Tony prepared for you grand opening, they missed you. They might not say it but they missed having you wreck havoc in the tower. It became dull and lifeless, as they watched the man that broke down the women they cared for, freely walk around with no care to the world nor the woman he destroyed and disregarded.

"There's no turning back after this." he interrupted breaking you out of you day dream, the elevator strike 72 floor.

The elevator doors, slowly opened to reveal Steve and You holding hands, which came to a shock for the team. They weren't informed that you two became a thing. Especially since you were his best friends ex girlfriend. Mouths wide open with nothing but pure shock in their face.

Breaking the silence Sam came up and slapped Steve on the shoulders, "Long time no see buddy,"

Which helped the rest of them dispersed into the rest of the living room, distracting themselves from the elephant in the room. Steve and you were a thing, and Bucky Stood there at the elevator with nothing but a distaste look on his face, as if he was betrayed.

"What the hell is this?" Bucky accused pointing at the two of you, with disgust written all over his face.

"What tf does it look like idiot," You snapped not liking the hostility he was showing you nor Steve.

"It looks like my best-friend is fucking my girlfriend behind my back."

"EX GIRLFRIEND remember that, the one you ducking cheated on with my so called best friend. I've been waiting for his damn moment your dumb ass would open your fucking mouth and spiel nothing but hypocritical bullshit. Like your any damn better!"

"Calm down y/n it's not worth it." Wanda came up pushing pass Bucky stepping on his foot in the passing, rolling her eyes. Fucking man baby, childish. "We have more important things to say today, remember this is what you both came for. Remember you and Steve."

"Yeah your right, I'm not going to waste anymore time thinking about this dickhead and his lover." You snarky remark, glancing at Bucky and Natasha.

"Today we have you all gathered to tell you news that me and Steve have been holding onto," You told them, standing in the middle of the room with Steve by your side. Glancing down at your with a smile , filled with nothing but pure love. Anyone one to could see it, if wasn't hard to see. He was heads and heels in love with you. And same could be said for you, he made you embrace your flaws and grow to love yourself when no one else could.

"We are expecting."

"Expecting what to be exactly?" Tony asked glancing between the two of you, but mainly having his eyes in you, and you briefly stopped yourself from touching your stomach, and habit you grow.

"A baby duh, Tony." Wanda explained smiling at the group, as they cringed onto the words that came out her mouth. the room broke out into discussion about the baby and the some to be parents, as they talked they didn't keep a close eye on Bucky.

Glancing room the room, Steve watched the body language of Bucky, he looked like someone sucked the life out of him, he looked lifeless. just the shelf of the man he once was, nothing but dull man that was left behind. it was sweet revenge to watch them man that crushed you under his finger get the same treatment he gave you when he decide to step out the relationship and cheat on you.

It was bittersweet, to watch the man you once knew cling onto the life he once had.

Revenge was sweet but this was sweeter.

"To family." you whispered grabbing the hand of the man you came to love, and the small little family that was just starting.

the happy ending you deserved.

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wicked-mind · 3 years

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Once More With Feeling

Summary: When Steve brings an enhanced human with the ability to sense and manipulate emotions/feelings to join the team, she has an immediate interest in the puzzle known as James Bucky Barnes. And Bucky can’t help but be infatuated with her abilities and eventually her.

Word Count: 7.8k

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, mentions of torture.

Italics are used for flashbacks/memories.

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*gifs not mine

“Who’s that?” Y/N asked Sam with a smile, nodding over towards the man sitting on the patio with a beer bottle in his hand, staring off into the distance with a grim look on his features. He wore a black leather jacket that was zipped up to the collar, dark pants, boots tied perfectly, and black gloves on his hands.

“Ah that’s James. His friends get to call him Bucky.” Sam told her, tucking his hands in his pocket, “It’s a very exclusive group though. Consists of just Steve.”

Y/N looked up at Sam, raising an eyebrow, “Is that a bit of… can I call it annoyed jealousy?” She asks with a teasing smile, nudging him with her shoulder slightly, “What, you jealous you’re not Cap’s bestie or annoyed that James won’t let you be his?”

Sam looked down at her shaking his head, “Can you not do the whole reading thing right now?” He asked with a small chuckle escaping his lips.

“Sorry, it’s just radiating off of you.” Y/N said with a small laugh before looking back out the glass door to the man referred to as James sat alone, “I’m going to go talk to him.”

Sam raised his eyebrows at her, “Good luck with that, Y/N. He’s a man of little to no words. Or emotions. He also doesn’t blink very much.”

Y/N was already headed towards the door with a small smile on her lips, turning her head over her shoulder to look at Sam, “That’s alright. I love staring contests.” She told him before walking out the glass door, shutting it behind her. Y/N walked over to the small metal table Bucky was sitting at, plopping herself on the chair across from him silently. She allowed her eyes to study him. He had longer hair, almost brushing his shoulders. There was stubble covering his cheeks and chin and he constantly looked like he was deep in thought, so much so in fact that little crease between his furrowed eyebrows could be permanent. She didn’t say anything, just sat silently in the chair as she stared into his eyes.

Bucky watched the woman. He had heard they were getting a new team member but didn’t bother to get to know much about her. It was somebody Steve had found and thought could be useful to the team but he didn’t know much more than that. He looked her over as she sat, she was wearing a long sleeved black shirt with blue jeans and combat boots. He was curious about the red leather gloves she wore though, he’d never really seen anybody else besides him wearing gloves constantly. He stared into her eyes, watching her closely. What was she doing? Why did she come to sit by him when there were so many other places to be? Bucky had came out here to be alone as he always did. He liked to be alone, in his own personal bubble lost in his thoughts. There was something about sitting outside alone and night where he felt peace. Maybe being under the stairs with the breeze on his face reminded him of his time in Wakanda, he didn’t know what it was but it was his favorite moment of the day. And now there was this new team member just staring at him. When her eyebrow twitched upwards slightly as if to challenge him, he narrowed his blue eyes at her and placed the beer bottle on the table never breaking eye contact. Bucky places his gloved hands on the table intertwined and leans slightly forward, staring, almost glaring, into her eyes. But the more he just stared the more he felt… what was that? Comfort? His irritation was fading away as he stared into those eyes, almost feeling lost and mesmerized in them at this point. Once he couldn’t take the staring anymore he sighs and leans back in his chair, looking away from her and out into the distance again, “What are you doing?”

Steve had found Y/N after she accidentally helped on a mission. She had a special ability that he thought could be very useful not only on missions but just in general so he asked her to join the team or at least give it a try. Y/N had agreed and now here she was, across from the dark haired, constantly in pain looking man having a staring contest. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her ability consisted of being able to read emotions and feelings of those around her and also manipulate them if she touched them, hence why she wore the gloves. She never wanted to touch someone and manipulate their feelings without their consent because she believed everybody was entitled to how they feel and there were reasons people felt the way they do. But that all broke off when Steve offered her the job. She would be helpful on missions, being able to get enemies to cooperate with the good guys instead of being all nasty and evil. Y/N could feel the pain, the anger, the lostness but she could see that plain as day in his eyes. When he broke the staring off and asked the question, she leaned back in the chair, “Did you know there’s multiple studies that show that staring into someone’s eyes can show their true intentions to you and show if you can trust them? They also say eyes are the window to the soul, able to process other’s emotions and what they’re feeling deep inside.”

Bucky’s lips curved slightly downwards at her words. She had stared at him to get information about him, was that it? He took a sip of his beer and looked back over to her, “You could’ve just asked instead of treating me like a study. I’ve had enough of that for one lifetime.” He spat out at her but almost immediately felt bad. She wasn’t wrong, he stared into her eyes and saw nothing but openness. Even now she was being open with him, truthful. God dammit, all it took was a damn staring contest for him to have a spark of trust for her, “Who are you anyway?”

“I’m Y/N.” She told him, a small smile curving to her lips, “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.” She said as she stared into his eyes, letting him know she was truly sorry if she offended him, “Sam said you like to stare and I’m pretty kick-ass at staring contests. Couldn’t help myself.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes slightly again at her as she apologized to him, then looks away again as he took another sip of his beer, letting out a slight sigh, “So you’re the one Steve brought back. Why would he do that?” He said almost coldly thought he didn’t mean for it to come across that way.

Y/N shrugs, “He thought I could be helpful here and on certain missions given my abilities.” She told him, watching him even though he wasn’t looking at her.

“And what are your abilities?” Bucky asked, looking over towards her curiously before looking down to her gloved hands, “Are you missing an arm too? Did he think we could bond about it?”

Y/N almost chuckled at his words then shook her head at him with a small smile, “No, I have both arms in tact. Which now would be a good time to tell you I’m sorry about yours, must’ve been a big loss that I’m sure you’re still dealing with everyday.” She watched as Bucky looked at her almost shocked for a slight second at her words. She figured nobody must’ve told him they were sorry for what happened to his arm, or acknowledge the loss he still felt of his left arm even though it had been replaced with a vibranium arm, “I like to call myself a reader. I can sense the emotions and feelings of those around me and if I touch you, I can manipulate those feelings. For example, I can make someone feel more cooperative with a single touch. I can provide happiness. Love. There is the darker side to it though. I can also make people feel pain, feel like their drowning, feel like they’re on fire or in the deepest pit of despair.” She said, looking down at her gloved hands, “Sometimes when I touch people, I can’t help but try and make them feel better. Touching people lets me feel their emotions more personally than just sensing them. It’s an automatic response to try and help fix it but I believe that everybody has a reason for feeling how they do and they can choose need to sort through their own emotions on their own.”

Bucky swallowed hard at her words. Only one question came into his mind of her and he was halfway worried to ask it. As if she knew he was dancing around the question, she smiled over to him encouragingly and the question just sort of slipped out, “Can you make someone feel relief? Feel…. less guilty?”

Y/N bit her lip at his question, watching him for a moment before pulling off one of her red gloves and setting her hand in the middle of the table outstretched towards him, palm face up to give him the choice to touch her.

Bucky looked down at her hand, hesitating whether he should touch her or not but curiosity got the best of him. He wanted to feel some sort of relief. Sure, he had made all his amends in the notebook but that didn’t mean he felt any sort of relief, any sort of happiness or hope. He slowly took the glove off of his right flesh hand, reaching out and hovering his hand over her’s for a moment before looking into her eyes and resting his fingertips into her palm. Immediately at the touch of her skin, a slow sense of relief filled his body and he closed his eyes at the feeling. He tilted his head back slightly and his lips parted the smallest bit at the feeling he had longed to feel. It was relief and hope with no guilt anywhere in his body or mind. He wanted to stay like this forever, keep this feeling inside him even if it wasn’t truly real. He didn’t notice his hand had moved to hold her’s, gripping tightly not wanting to let go. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes to look down at their hands and quickly pulled away, “I’m sorry.. for lingering… I shouldn’t have…”

Y/N shook her head at him, pulling her hand back and putting the glove back on, “Don’t worry about it, I’m happy to help anytime you need it. I’ll help you until you don’t need me to feel relief, hope. Although, if you do come to me to for help, you do have to teach me some self defense. I pretty much know nothing and Steve says you know everything about it.”

Bucky’s lips twitched into a small smile and he nodded slowly, “Alright. You have a deal.”

Bucky stood outside the landing pad, his arms crossed as he watched the quinjet touch down. There had been a new organization that had made themselves known called the Peace Keepers. They had a mission to capture all known people with any type of superhuman abilities or those they deemed posed a threat to the rest of the ‘normal’ population. They were ruthless, kidnapping any type of enhanced human and either making an example out of them or the person was never seen again. They didn’t have very many leads so when Steve got word that a local police department in Seattle had captured one of the Peace Keepers, he immediately took Y/N and Sam with him to try and confront him. Bucky always worried when Y/N went on missions even though he had trained her well in offense and defense, she was still a human and could get hurt easily. As the quinjet bay doors opened, Bucky’s arms uncrossed at the sight. Sam and Steve were walking out shaking their heads at each other with grim looks on their faces. Bucky immediately started walking towards them at a brisk pace, his eyes scanning for any sign of Y/N. When he didn’t see her, he looked to Steve, “Where is she? What happened?” But the look in Steve’s eyes was all he needed to confirm the fear he had.

Steve sighed and shook his head slightly, a defeated look written all over his face, “It was a set up, Buck. I’m sorry, the Peace Keepers took her.”

It’s been a few months since Bucky met Y/N. He hated to admit it but he liked being around her. She could sense his emotions and knew when he just needed to sit in silence or when he needed to talk and it was comforting to know someone had some sort of understanding of what he was going through. She helped him whenever he needed whether it be someone to talk to, to sit with, or even using her ability to help him when he was feeling the worst. Y/N seemed so pure to him, like a ray of sunshine in the dark world that surrounded him. He always felt at his best when she was in his presence even if she wasn’t using her ability. He loved training with her, even if he was a little tough on her at times she never held it against him. She was a quick learner and even asked him to teach her some knife tricks after he showed her his extensive knife collection.

Tonight was a bad night for Bucky though. Every time he closed his eyes the nightmares of the Winter Soldier took over his mind. He was waking up what seemed like every ten minutes dripping in sweat and he could feel himself slowly breaking due to the lack of sleep and anxiety that riddled his body. He pulled himself out of his bed, pulling on some grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt before walking out of his room. It was early in the morning hours and he thought nobody would be up, but as if Y/N knew he needed some help, she was sitting outside where they usually sat every night waiting for him with a twelve pack of beer sitting on the table. Bucky couldn’t help but smile a little at the sight before taking a seat in the chair next to her, grabbing a beer and opening it before taking a long swig, “You waiting for me?” He asks her after putting the bottle back on the table. He had never seen so much skin exposed on her. She was wearing a tank top, no gloves, and long black pajama pants with red roses on them. He had never seen her arms before and just now he noticed she had small tattoos littering both arms, but they weren’t so much a sleeve as just randomly placed across her skin like she just closed her eyes and picked a spot.

Y/N shrugs over to him, taking a sip of her already open beer, “I figured I’d meet you out here eventually. I’m three beers in, Barnes. You got some catching up to do.”

“Bucky.” He said to her and when she looked at him sort of confused he quickly added, “Call me Bucky, that’s what I meant.”

Y/N smiles and nods, “Alright, Bucky. Does this mean I’m part of the super exclusive Bucky Barnes friend group?”

“That sounds like something Sam told you.” Bucky responds with a small smile, bringing the bottle up to his lips again for a drink.

“Oh yeah, he very much told me that.” She responded with a soft laugh, “But I am extremely honored to be accepted into the group.”

Bucky chuckles over to her, finishing the rest of his beer and setting the empty bottle on the table before grabbing another one, “One down, two to go.” He told her, cracking open the next bottle. His eyes lingered over her tattoos, wondering what they all meant to her, “I didn’t know you had tattoos.”

Y/N shrugs slightly, looking down at her own arms at the scattered ink, “Oh yeah, I mostly keep them covered up so nobody accidentally brushes my skin and gets feelings they aren’t ready to feel.”

Bucky nods, “What do they mean to you?” He asks curiously, wanting to know more about her.

Y/N looks down and points at three butterflies that were placed above her wrist, looking like they were flying up her arms, “This one reminds me that I’m free.” She moves to point to another one that was a purple iris with a date in the stem, “This is for my mom. She passed away from cancer a few years ago. She was the only one that loved me unconditionally.” She moved to one that was just the number thirteen in a fancy font, “This is my lucky number.” She looked at her other arm and pointed to a small yellow sunflower, “My favorite flower. My mom used to send me to pick wild sunflowers when my dad was home. He wasn’t a very good man.” Her eyes flickered to Bucky who was nodding each time she explained, entranced with her tattooed skin so she continued, pointing to one that looked like a human heart, “This one is to remember to wear my heart on my sleeve because I’m cheesy like that. I have a lot more but they’re all covered up right now.”

Bucky nodded, slightly smiling at the last one before noticing one she hadn’t pointed out yet. It was in the crook of her elbow where someone would put an IV but it had the red cursive words ‘fuck you’ around a large circular scar, “And that one?” He asks, pointing towards it and raising an eyebrow. All her other tattoos were cute but this one had a curse word plastered right on her skin.

Y/N looked down at it, biting her lip gently before looking up towards him and taking a sip of her beer before she spoke, “That one is for my dad. Like I said, he wasn’t a good man. He put out a cigar there, hence the scar and I decided to tattoo fuck you on it.” She said, and even though the story of her childhood wasn’t one she liked to share, she would always be honest with Bucky. Her father was a very abusive man and eventually the abuse went from only on her mother to her until she and her mom ran away to get away from him.

Bucky looked at her sadly for a moment, wondering what her childhood was like. Her father sounded evil from the bits she shared, but yet here she was all sunshine and smiles through her pain. He felt a small bit of jealousy for the way she was able to handle trauma, but mostly just sadness for her and a need to protect her from those things, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Y/N shrugs at him, “It’s alright. It’s a part of me that made me who I am even if it is a dark and twisted part. I like who I am now, and even if I don’t like how I got here, the best I can do is keep moving forward.” She watched him for a moment before tilting her head, “So what has you coming out here at this hour looking for me?”

Bucky swallowed dryly, bringing his beer bottle up to his lips and taking a long drink before answering her, “Nightmares have been bad tonight.” He said quietly, almost as if ashamed to seem weak as he looked down at his ungloved hands, “Every time I get to sleep I just see him. The things he did. I didn’t want to bother you so I was coming out here to find some peace.” He looked over to her, “But here you are, waiting for me.”

Y/N smiled gently over to him, reaching her hand across the table for him to touch if he’d like. As she watched him reach out his flesh hand to touch her’s, she pulled back a little, “Answer me this first, Bucky.” She said, “How are you feeling right now?”

Bucky’s brow furrowed at her words, blinking a little as he thought about it. How did he feel? Certainly better than when he first trudged out here. Talking to Y/N calmed him, just being in her presence made the anxiety and panic he felt in his body melt away. He slowly looked at her, “I feel… Better.”

“No, Bucky.” Y/N told him, shaking her head gently, “I know exactly what you feel, remember? You feel relieved. You feel hopeful. All on your own without needing my touch.” She said with a smile over towards him, watching his lips curve into a small smile at her words, “My ability may be a quick cheat to getting you what you need to feel, but what is even better is when you can feel that all by yourself without my touch.”

“I like your touch though.” Bucky blurted out before flinching at his own words.God he must’ve sounded like an idiot, “I… uhm…” He said, scanning his brain for anyway to cover that up.

Y/N chuckles and smiles at him, reaching over and taking his hand in her’s, “That’s alright. I like your touch too.” She said, “We’ve done this enough times I’ve figured out how to keep myself from messing with your emotions when I touch you. So whatever you’re feeling right now, that’s all you buddy. You’re stronger than you know.”

Bucky smiled over at her, immediately feeling something at her touch. He didn’t know what it was but he believed her when she said he wasn’t toying with his emotions at her touch. He felt warm but his stomach was also twisting. No, not twisting. He didn’t know what the feeling in his stomach was, but all he knew was that he liked it. Could this be happiness he was feeling? Happiness that wasn’t given to him by her ability, but by the way she spoke to him and touched him.

Bucky immediately lost his temper, punching his vibranium arm into a wall that easily collapsed around it and formed a large hole. Y/N had been taken. His safe place had been taken from him. He should’ve gone with them on the mission, he had tried but Steve told him they had it handled. He felt lost in guilt and anger, wondering if Y/N was one of the bodies they would find days later or if she was going to be one of the enhanced humans that were taken only to never be seen again.

“We’ll get her back,” Sam said, placing a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder which was quickly shrugged away, “I got redwing trying to track down the trucks they escaped in.”

Bucky turned to look at Sam, an angry vein popping out of his neck, “Oh, we are just going to rely on your stupid little mechanical bird then? Hope that it can figure shit out?”

“Calm down, Buck.” Steve said, folding his arms across his chest and stepping to stand between the two, “It’s not his fault, he’s trying to help.”

“No, you’re right Steve.” Bucky said, turning his angry glare to his best friend, “It’s yours. If you would’ve just let me come maybe none of this would’ve happened. I wouldn’t have let them take her. I would’ve protected her.”

Steve raised an eyebrow at Bucky at his choice of words, looking at Sam and giving him a nod as if to tell him that they needed a minute. Once Sam was out of earshot, he turned his attention back to Bucky, “We didn’t let her get taken. We were ambushed. It was a set up, Buck.” He said sternly, “What’s gotten into you?” His gaze softened a little bit at the look in Bucky’s eyes, “She has, hasn’t she?”

Bucky looked around, anywhere but meeting Steve’s gaze because he was right. He had developed feelings for Y/N and now that she was out of his grasp, taken away from him he was realizing everything he felt for her. It wasn’t just friendship. The night he talked to her when she showed him her tattoos and held his hand that feeling in his stomach was butterflies, a crush forming and he didn’t get the chance to tell her. Now he didn’t know if he would see her again, “She has, Steve…” Bucky finally softly said, “She’s like an angel that just came into my life and showed me how to process through things. Showed me what it’s like to have hope, happiness. Relief.” His flesh hand came up to run through his long hair, “And now she’s gone, taken. And we don’t know where or what is happening to her and I’ve never told her how important she is to me.”

Steve put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, trying not to smile at the fact Bucky had found someone because the circumstances wouldn’t allow it. But he was genuinely happy that Bucky was doing better and vowed to himself that he would do everything to get Y/N back for Bucky, “Y/N can read your emotions as soon as she enters the same room as you. She knows, Bucky.” He told him, squeezing his shoulder gently, “And we will get her back so you can tell her. I promise.”

“I know why you’re always eating those plums.” Y/N said, looking at Bucky who had pulled a plum out to snack on after training with her.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at her, throwing the plum up in the air before catching it, a small grin on his lips, “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

Y/N smiles, reaching out and taking the plum from him in her gloved hand and looking at it, “Plums have antioxidants to protect the brain from cell degeneration and also help with memory. I would actually be surprised if you didn’t eat them constantly.” She told him, holding the plum back to him to take.

Bucky shook his head and couldn’t help but chuckle a little at her correct answer. When he was regaining his memory, he did extensive study on foods that helped your brain and memory and plums happened to be his favorite, “You’re smart, Y/N.”

“I know.” Y/N said with a smile.

Y/N opened her eyes slowly, groaning to herself. The last thing she remembered is that she was trying to get a read on the Peace Keeper in custody before the station they were in was ambushed by many more minions of the Peace Keepers. As Sam and Steve fought them off, a man came face to face with her. They fought for a little bit before the man pressed a syringe into her neck, causing the world to fade to darkness around her. Now, as she looked around the room she was in, she noticed she was strapped to a chair with duct tape in a small cement room almost like a cell. Her attention was caught when a man entered through the steel door in front of her, tilting her head slightly. She could feel his emotions and all he exuded was dominance and power.

“Welcome, Y/N.” He said towards her, his long blonde hair was pulled back into a bun, “I’m so excited you’re here. I have such great plans for you.”

“What are you thinking about, Bucky?” Y/N asks, laying on the grass next to him as they looked up at the stars. She didn’t wear her gloves around him anymore or hide her skin which made her feel more comfortable, more herself.

Bucky’s arms were stretched behind his head, his eyes glued to the dark sky that was littered with twinkling stars, “My amends. After I came back from the blip, Steve and Sam helped me get pardoned by the government except I had to do these therapy sessions. I had a list of everybody that either used the Winter Soldier or those the Winter Soldier wronged, wanting to make amends.”

Y/N turned onto her side to look at him, studying his face, “Did you finish your list?”

Bucky tilted his head over to look at her, “I did. Feels like I didn’t though.” He told her honestly. He was always honest with Y/N. She was the only other person that was easy to talk to besides Steve.

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him as if trying to figure something out just by looking at him, “Maybe it’s because you didn’t put your own name on the list. The Winter Soldier wronged you too, Buck. Maybe it’s time to start making amends to yourself so you can truly finish your amends list. Tell yourself that you are James Bucky Barnes, not the Winter Soldier anymore, and that you would like to make amends. Maybe it’ll make you feel like it’s complete.”

Bucky stared at her in awe. How did Y/N do that? How did she saw all the right things at the right time to him like she knew what he needed to hear? He moved his right hand to reach over and grip onto her’s, intertwining their fingers with a smile before looking up at the stars, “I think you’re right.”

“Well I don’t want to brag, but I usually am.”

Redwing returned to Sam after two weeks and losing track of where the Peace Keepers and Y/N were taken which only irritated Bucky more. He wanted to go to Seattle immediately and look for her himself but just when he was arguing with Steve and Sam about it, all the monitors in the briefing room suddenly turned on and started flashing imagines of the Peace Keeper’s symbol before footage of Y/N appeared on the screen. There were people holding her and making her touch a wall over and over again, holding her up even though she looked like she was asleep and collapsing. A voice started speaking on the screens though it seemed like it had been disguised because it was so deep, “As you can see and already know, we have taken one of your team. Y/N Y/L/N. We may not have the technology or methods used to create the obedience the Winter Soldier had, but we have our own methods.” The screen changed to show Y/N being tortured in different ways, breaking down her psyche by forcing her to do things and if she refused, she was either struck or was forced into freezing cold water. They were breaking her down and turning her submissive to their will. Bucky flinched at the images, he had trained her to fight and defend herself but not how to stay strong under torture, “Breaking down the mind, spirit and soul of a being is messy, but our methods are effective. Within one week of continuous strain on her mind due to no sleep and our training, Y/N has become submissive to simple commands. By week two, she has completely bent to our will and we unlocked her abilities to make it so she doesn’t have to touch people to manipulate them. With her, we will be able to bend anybody to our will.” The images changed from Y/N being tortured to her causing them to scream in pain that they felt like they were on fire and scratch at their skin until they were ripping their own skin off, “Let this be a warning to all enhanced beings. We will find you. We will bend you to our will. We will make you our soldiers. You are dangerous and the Peace Keepers will keep you in line.” Then the screens turned off.

Bucky shook his head, “I’ve read everything on brainwashing when I got my memories back. They’re using old soviet methods as well as methods L. Ron Hubbard used.”

“The scientology guy?” Sam asks confused as to what he had to do with anything.

Bucky nodded over to him, folding his arms tightly across his chest, “They believed that if you could make someone do something as simple like only touching a wall over and over again for days without sleep, food, or water, they could break your will and psyche. Make you do anything. That’s what they did to her, making her believe her only purpose is to do what they say or there will be punishment.” Steve ran his hand through his blonde hair slowly processing the information, “So she’s basically brainwashed. Not only can she manipulate emotions but she can make people feel pain instantly without touching them now, make them feel like they’re on fire until their bodies just give out.” He looked over to Sam and Bucky, “They’re going to find more enhanced humans to do this to, use her to make them comply with their orders.”

Bucky nodded, trying his best to get the images of Y/N being tortured out of his mind and remember her as she really is. He felt anger but going on a rampage wasn’t going to help at this point, “And where do we know of that they keep a bunch of enhanced beings?” “The Raft prison.” Sam said with a sigh. He’d been locked up there before until Steve broke them out. It was an awful place but if Steve could break his team members out, the Peace Keepers and their followers sure as hell could with the help of Y/N/

“Tell me about yourself, Bucky. Not the things I know…” Y/N said as they walked along the grass, twirling a wildflower between her fingers, “Who you really were in the forties.”

Bucky had his hands tucked in his jean pockets as they walked, “Oh, darlin, you would’ve loved me.” He said looking over to her with a grin, “All the girls did. I was kind of a player.”

Y/N laughs a little, “A player, huh? I don’t think I could picture that. So you used to be cocky and confident then?”

“Hell yeah.” Bucky said to her, “I had ladies lining up just to dance with Sergeant James Barnes. Always had my arms over at least two women’s shoulders.”

Y/N rolls her eyes at him with a smile, “Alright, I get it. You were the ladies man of the 1940’s.” She said, glancing up at him, “So, ladies man, were you ever in love? A lucky lady waiting for the handsome Sergeant Barnes back home?”

Bucky squinted his eyes into the distance at the question before looking over at her with that crooked smile only she could bring out of him, “Nah, nobody waiting for me except my family. But I once spent all my money trying to win a girl named Dot a prize at Cooney Island. Does that count as love?” He asks before stopping in his spot and tilting his head down at her, “Wait, you think I’m handsome?”

“I don’t think spending all your money on a woman counts. I think that’s just called being a Sugar Daddy.” Y/N stopped her steps when he did, turning and looking at him with a smirk, “Oh like you didn’t already know how handsome you are Mr. Cocky and Confident Ladies Man.”

When Sam, Steve, and Bucky arrived at the Raft prison on the quinjet, they were already under attack by the Peace Keepers. The only thing they had on their side was the element of surprise. They had discussed a plan on the way. Sam and Steve would keep the Peace Keepers busy while Bucky tried to get to Y/N. They infiltrated quickly, taking down the vast amount of the Peace Keeper followers until the got to the detention level where the enhanced beings were kept. That was where Y/N and the leaders of the Peace Keepers were, unlocking cells one by one and using Y/N to cause them pain or make them complicit to be captured. Steve and Sam immediately went to fighting the leaders of the Peace Keepers, pushing them into cells and slamming them shut to seal them in.

One of the Peace Keeper leaders stood next to Y/N. He turned to her, “Take them out.” He ordered.

Y/N looked at him with what could be considered dead, emotionless eyes before looking to Sam and Steve, “Pain.” Was all she said and instantly, Sam and Steve fell to the floor screaming and writhing on the floor.

“Y/N!” Bucky said, kicking one of the Peace Keeper leaders into the cell before turning his full attention on her, “Stop, you don’t want to do this.”

Y/N tilted her head at him and his words, her facial features unchanging. She then looked towards the Peace Keeper leader as it to ask for permission and he nodded toward her. Y/N returns her eyes on Bucky, “Pain.” Bucky winced at the sudden pain that erupted through his whole body besides his left vibranium arm. He clenched his teeth tightly, trying to resist as every point of his body felt like it was on fire and he was being stabbed in every pore at the same time, “Y/N…” He growled out, taking slow steps towards her, “C’mon doll, it’s me, Bucky.” He groaned out, managing to get closer to her even though his body wanted to give out, join Sam and Steve who were still on the floor shaking. He managed to close the distance, using his vibranium arm to land a hard punch to the Peace Keeper leader next to Y/N, knocking him back into an open cell that slammed shut.

Y/N watched Bucky stand in front of her. His skin was covered with thick beads of sweat as he tried to resist the pain she was making him feel, “Paralyze.” She muttered out, watching his body fall to the floor.

Bucky laid on the floor, he couldn’t feel any part of his flesh body. But luckily, his vibranium arm didn’t seem to be affected by Y/N’s abilities. He reached out his vibranium arm, latching onto her ankle and pulling her down on top of him so her hands touched his skin. He needed to let her feel what he did, show her the emotions he felt hoping to ground her, “Y/N, listen to me.” He whispers out to her, feeling the paralysis start to fade when she made contact with his skin, “It’s me, Bucky. Mr. Cocky and Confident Ladies Man, remember?” Feeling his right flesh hand regain feeling, he reached a hand up to touch her cheek, “You are Y/N. Not a pawn for the Peace Keepers. You are everything good and you are as free as the butterflies on tattooed on your skin.”

Y/N shook her head at him, “No. I belong to the Peace Keepers.” She said to him softly. She was about to open her mouth again to cause him pain, but when her focus broke so did the hold she had on Steve and Sam. Sam quickly came flying in and kicked her off of Bucky, slamming her back against a wall hard enough to knock her out and fall to the floor.

Bucky was at her side immediately, glaring over at Sam, “I had it, birdbrain.” He spat out before his features softened as he brushed some hair from Y/N’s unconscious face.

“Yeah. You had all of that handled perfectly, Buck.” Sam said rolling his eyes, “She was about to twist you inside out. I saved you, man.”

Steve was busy informing the back up guards of the Raft prison on what had happened, helping them secure the Peace Keepers and the rest of the enhanced humans who weren’t in their cells.

Bucky lifts Y/N up from the cold floor gently, looking down at her, “I got you, doll. Don’t worry, I’ll take you home.”

“I like this place.” Y/N said, once again sitting with Bucky outside in the darkness of the night sharing a pack of beer as she stared up at the stars.

Bucky looked over at her curiously, wondering what she liked specifically about living at the facility. Their chairs were almost touching with how close they were sitting next to each other, “What do you like about it?”

Y/N turned her head to meet his gaze, “It just feels like home. Haven’t had that feeling in a long time.” A teasing smirk appeared on her lips suddenly towards him, “Plus I get to be a part of this really exclusive group, the Bucky Barnes friend group. Maybe you’ve heard of it? I keep suggesting we get matching jackets or something but nobody seems to agree.”

Bucky let out a laugh at her comment, “God, I’m never living that down. Thanks, Sam.” He said with a roll of his eyes and another swig of his beer, “And I wasn’t apposed to the matching jacket idea. Steve was. He said it would make Sam feel left out.”

Y/N laughed and shook her head, “Couldn’t have that.” She replies, “You may be able to fool everybody else, but I know he’s secretly your other other best friend. First best friend being Steve and the other being myself, then Sam.”

“It’s like being friends with a pigeon.” Bucky snorted, “Yeah, he isn’t all bad. Just sometimes his face does this thing that makes me mad. And he has that stupid RedWing robot he treats like a pet.”

“That thing with his face? That’s emotions, Bucky.” Y/N laughed again, “Emotions are normal. You and Steve are good at hiding your feelings, able to be stoic. But Sam wears all his feelings plain as day on his face. You can’t let that offend you, it’s just him being honest. But RedWing, yeah, I don’t understand why he treats it like a pet. That’s sort of weird.”

Bucky nodded to agree, drinking the rest of his beer he held in his left hand while his right hand subconsciously found Y/N’s intertwining their fingers and giving it a light squeeze.

Bucky looked down at Y/N who laid on the medical table. She seemed a little malnourished from being held captive for two weeks so Dr. Cho had an IV in her arm providing fluids and nutrition her body badly needed. Bucky was by her side constantly while she was under the light sedation Steve had suggested since they didn’t know if she would attack them or not. It had been days since Y/N had been brought back and Bucky was there at every moment he could be, holding onto her hand as they had done many times before. He was hoping, praying that Y/N was feeling all of the emotions he was just by his touch. He cared deeply for her, emotions he hadn’t felt in a long time since before World War II. He hoped she could feel his hope, the relief of her being here with him, the happiness just touching her made him feel… And the love he had been denying he felt for her. Bucky stood from his chair when he saw Y/N’s brow furrow as if she was about to wake up, squeezing her hand gently, “Y/N.” He breathed out to her, “Doll, you with me?”

Y/N opened her eyes lazily to look up at him, sensing his worry when she just stared at him. Slowly a smile came across her lips and she felt the relief instantly flood his body, “Bucky…” She managed to draw out though the sort of slurred from the sedation, “You love me.”

Bucky shook his head and chuckles down to her, “You felt that, huh?”

Y/N nodded slowly, her eyes slowly and lazily blinking, “I feel everything.” She murmurs out, squeezing his hand gently, “I feel honored…. Does this mean you’re gonna spend all your money trying to win me a prize?”

Bucky leans down and presses a soft kiss to her forehead, “Whatever you want, darlin. I’m pretty sure I can win those prizes first try now though.” He grinned down to her, “Rest, doll. I’ll get Dr. Cho to wean you off of the sedation.”

A Week Later

Y/N was pretty much back to normal. She had a few nightmares that kept lingering due to the torture she endured and the things she was forced to do. Bucky helped her through it, knowing himself what it felt like to forced to be a pawn and go through the haunting nightmares. He made an open invitation to his bedroom towards her, allowing her to come and snuggle up next to him so she didn’t feel alone. They hadn’t discussed what was said when Y/N came out of sedation, the whole Bucky loves her thing which made him worry and panic that she didn’t feel the same way.

Y/N and Bucky sat outside in their normal spot, sharing this time a bottle of whiskey. Their hand were interlocked and they were laughing about some story about how Steve used to have to wear newspapers in his shoes prior to being all super soldier. Then it got quiet and Bucky was staring over at Y/N, examine every feature on her face. Y/N looked over and met his gaze, “What you worrying about?”

Bucky smiles slightly, of course she felt his worry. He looked down at the whiskey glass in his hand before placing it on the table in front of them. He stood up, pulling her up with him while his other hand grabbed her glass and put it next to his on the table. Bucky kept his flesh hand interlocked with her’s, bringing his vibranium one up to gently stroke the skin on her cheek with his finger tips, “I love you.” He breathed out to her.

Y/N smiles and tilts her head at him, “I know.” She told him, squeezing his hand lightly and taking a step closer. She licks her lips, narrowing her eyes at him.

Bucky tilted his head at her, suddenly feeling overwhelming feelings of warmth flooded his body. It felt like electricity was running through his bones, enough to power cities. It was pure happiness like he'd never felt before. It was so powerful, it felt like magic, "What're you doing, sweetheart?"

Y/N's eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips, "I'm showing you how you make me feel, Bucky." She said softly to him, "Because I love you too." Bucky grinned down at her at the sound of her reciprocation of love, moving his vibranium hand to the back of her neck and pulling her face towards his, connecting their lips in a deep kiss. His tongue traced her bottom lip until her lips parted, allowing his tongue access to intertwine with hers. After a few moments, he pulled away and looked down at her with nothing but happy eyes, “You’re my girl.”

Y/N smiled at him brightly, slightly breathless from the kiss between them, “And you’re my home, Bucky Barnes.”

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emerald-chaos · 3 years

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Daydream

**gif not mine! credit to the owner**

So, I couldn't help myself. This is a continuation of my previous Bucky fic Insomnia because I just really enjoyed the dynamic between Bucky and the reader. I had a lot of fun writing this part and I love building things up between the two of them. If you guys like this or are interested in seeing more - please let me know! I love talking with people and hearing their ideas and such.

Much love xo.

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 2079

Warnings: cursing, struggles with mental illness, mentions of sex (nothing entirely explicit but better safe than sorry), alcohol use, and really poorly written jokes lmao

Fingers threaded into hair.

Hot, opened-mouth kisses marking every surface of your neck.

Nails trailing down his back leaving raised, red lines in their wake.

“Oh my god,” you groaned as you let your head fall back and continued to rock your hips into the man in front of you.

Strong hands tighten their hold on your hips, sure to leave purplish-blue bruises for the morning.

“C’mon, baby,” he grunted, face buried in your neck as he helped your body to grind against his, “I got you. Let go, fuck, let go for me.”

A pair of slender fingers snapped in front of your line of sight, tearing you from your daydream and bringing you harshly back to reality.

“Hmm, what was that?” You blinked a few times before you turned your attention to the redhead who you, apparently, had been having a conversation with.

“Are you serious?” She laughed, “I’ve been talking for the past 10 minutes! I looked over and you had that far off, glossy look in your eyes. Not to mention you’re bleeding.”

A hand found its way to your lower lip and you realized she was right. You had been so lost in wet dreamland that you chewed a layer of skin off of your lip. You hoped she didn’t notice the heat rising in your face as you cleared your throat, grabbing a tissue from the coffee table.

“Sorry,” you muttered, pressing the tissue against your injured lip, “guess I got lost in thought.”

“Is it one of those flashbacks again?” She asked kindly, facial expression softening.

You nodded quickly, knowing fully well that the statement was a lie. Your gaze drifted over the woman’s shoulder to the subject of your previous thoughts. It would be easier to explain the common occurrence of your PTSD than it would be to explain that you were reminiscing on the hot, steamy, passionate sex you had the night before.

Bucky was situated across the room, leaning against the counter as he talked to Rogers and Wilson. The unfortunately tight, black, short-sleeve t-shirt he was wearing left nothing to the imagination. It accentuated every muscle of the body you had gotten to know so intimately not more than 10 hours ago. His muscular arms were crossed at his chest and he was sporting his signature scowl. Everything about the sight sent a shiver down your spine. You finally had a taste and you wanted more.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Your friend’s voice gained your attention once more.

A small smile found its way to your lips as you met her gaze again. Apart from Bucky, Nat had always been a good trauma buddy of yours. From the beginning she had been someone you felt like you could confide in and someone who would understand your troubles. Sometimes you wondered if a requirement of joining the avengers was to have a fucked up, tragic backstory.

“I’m okay, Nat.” You reassured, “Just got lost in my head again.”

“Whatever you say. Maybe the party tonight will help you get your mind off of things,” She mused as she pushed herself from the couch to stand up. She paused briefly before she turned to you again, “you are coming, right?”

“Yeah,” you snorted, “Tony actually threatened me if I didn’t go this time, so, I guess I have to.”

After the last party you skipped out on, Tony cornered you in the hallway and gave you quite the interrogation. Then he went on a spiel about how staying in your room all day and all night was bad for you and that if he didn’t know better he would think you weren’t appreciative of what he’d done for you and blah, blah, blah. Tony really was a good person underneath all that hair gel. All he wanted was to help you break out of your shell and give you the family he knew you were lacking. That didn’t mean he couldn’t be a pushy asshole.

“Good, I’ll see you there. I’m sure Barnes will too.” A devilish grin painted her lips as she watched your jaw drop. Before you had a chance to say anything she was off down the hallway.

Fuckin’ Natasha.

*******

A pile of clothes littered your bed as you slipped another dress over your form. Not once in your life had you ever been concerned about what you were wearing or what you looked like, but there was something about tonight that made you want to turn heads. Your eyes raked down your figure as you twisted from side to side, admiring the way the black dress hugged your body in all the right places. Not to mention the thigh high slit in the dress showed off probably the only body part you weren’t self-conscious about. Tony, being the theatrical and over the top man he was, once said that you shouldn’t show up to his parties if you weren’t dressed to court a royal or to bring a man to his knees. Guess you were shooting for the latter.

As you put the finishing touches on your look for the evening, you felt that familiar heavy feeling settling into your chest. Your body always had a tendency to go into fight or flight mode when you became too familiar with anything or anyone. It felt like every fiber in your body was screaming for you to retreat into sweats and stay in your room, to not allow yourself this opportunity to enjoy the people you’d grown so close to. You know what happens when you let people in.

Grief, trauma, coping - it made it really difficult to live a “normal” life. Everyday tasks are daunting, it can be next to impossible to have intimate friendships or relationships, and not to mention the intrusive thoughts that infect your mind on a daily, if not hourly, basis. Here you were, the happiest you’d been in years. You were finally in a place where you felt loved, comfortable, safe - and yet your mind was trying to self-sabotage again.

You took a moment to close your eyes and take several deep breaths. When you opened your eyes you locked eyes with your reflection in the mirror and made a pact with the girl staring back at you. The intrusive thoughts and self-doubt couldn’t continue to have a hold over you anymore. You gave yourself a small smirk and nod as you made the decision to throw caution to the wind and give the party a try. What’s the worst that could happen?

*******

Come to find out, the worst that could happen would be your competitive nature overcoming the rational, thinking part of your brain; which in turn would lead you to enter in a drinking contest. Thankfully a small portion of your pink, smooth brain was still functional enough to tell you when you’d reached your limit. Now you sat comfortably on the couch, legs tucked underneath you as you joyfully watched your friends argue.

“Dr. Banner, my friend, you are one of the most intelligent people I know. However, you are wrong.” Thor stated simply as he finished the rest of his drink.

“Thor, for the last time, water is not wet!” Bruce retorted, throwing his hands up in frustration.

You let out a loud snort before thinking, “Oh yeah, water. I should drink some water.”

Your feet planted themselves on the floor and slipped back into your pair of shoes. As you made your way to the kitchen you were pleasantly surprised by your balance and coordination, considering how much alcohol you’d consumed. Seems that drinking with Thor has done wonders for your tolerance.

While you were busy searching the refrigerator for a bottle of water, you were also oblivious to the soft sound of footsteps coming into the kitchen. After retrieving the beverage, you closed the door and turned to leave. Instead, you turned right into the chest of a figure that was definitely not there a moment ago. You yelped as you clutched a hand over your chest dramatically, your face filled with horror as though you’d just come face to face with the grim reaper.

“Jesus Christ, Barnes!” you scolded.

Bucky was holding his abdomen as he leaned back, consumed with laughter at your reaction. You huffed and wanted to be offended, but he looked so damn cute laughing that you couldn’t help but join him. You pushed his chest playfully and grumped as you hopped up to sit on the counter, opening the water to gulp about half of it down. Bucky couldn’t help but grin at your pouty state as he finished up his laughing fit.

“My apologies, sweets. Didn’t realize I’d be makin’ ya scream twice in one day.” He teased, grinning even wider as he did so.

Your jaw dropped at the comment, quickly looking around to make sure no one else was in the kitchen to hear what he had said. After seeing that the coast was clear you kicked your foot at him out of annoyance, only for his metal hand to catch it smoothly. The two of you locked eyes, motionless for a moment before he moved closer, sliding his hand from your ankle to your thigh. In the moment, you damned yourself for choosing this particular dress. The closer he got, the faster your breathing became. The contrast between his cold embrace and your flushed, warm skin sent a shiver down your spine. Abandoning the water bottle, you ran your hands up his abdomen and chest until they rested on his shoulders. Following a small nudge from his knee, you parted your legs to allow him space to stand between them. The heat in your face at an all time high as he pressed his flesh hand to your cheek.

“Haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about you.” Bucky whispered as he stroked the apple of your cheek with his thumb. Each word that left his lips had you feeling way more intoxicated than any liquor you’d had all night.

As quickly as it started, his touch was gone and his back was turned as he opened the fridge. Before you had a chance to open your mouth to ask what the hell just happened, Tony was entering into the kitchen.

“Well, well, well. Surprised to see you here, Annie.” Tony beamed as he laid eyes on you.

Yes, Tony had nicknamed you after little orphan Annie. Yes, he also referred to himself lovingly as Daddy Warbucks. Yes, any person in their right mind would probably be offended, but you were just fucked up enough that you found it kind of hilarious.

“Wish I could say that it’s a pleasure, Tony.” You grumped back, upset that you’d been cockblocked and by Tony no less.

“Never lose that spunk, kid.” Tony winked as he turned to see Bucky retreating from the fridge with a beer in hand. “Inspector Gadget! Good to see you too.”

As much as you didn’t want to encourage him, you couldn’t help but laugh. Much to your dismay, Bucky simply raised his bottle to Tony as if to say “cheers” and padded out of the kitchen.

“He has such a way with words.” Tony teased as you rolled your eyes.

A sigh left your lips as you slipped off the counter and back onto the floor, muttering a “goodnight” before leaving the kitchen and heading back to your room. Although you wanted nothing more than to find Bucky and finish what he had started in the kitchen, you came to the conclusion that you were probably too drunk and definitely too tired.

Back in the comfort of your bedroom, you went about your normal nighttime routine. As you exited the bathroom, you couldn’t help but notice a piece of paper that had been slipped beneath your door. Grabbing the paper from the floor and plopping back onto your soft mattress, you opened it to read the note that was scribbled in black ink.

Never got the chance to tell you how gorgeous you looked tonight. Gotta say, I’m a big fan of that dress.

Sweet dreams.

- B.

When you finished the note, it felt as though you were floating on cloud 9. Even when you laid your head down and tried to welcome sleep, Bucky’s words were still replaying in your head over and over again - like they were lyrics to your new favorite song.

Turns out you were down for Bucky Barnes, and you were down bad.

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aurumacadicus · 2 years

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I offer virtual doughnuts. If you're still looking for titles for your (frankly amazing) ficlets, I just got this stuck in my head. "In upstate York did Tony Stark a stately pleasure dome decree." (Context: In Xanadu did Kublai Kahn...)

I am so bad at poetry y’all 😩😩 Just so you know, there’s no actual character death. It’s a fake character death. It’s symbolic. I tried my best.

In Upstate York Did Tony Stark a Stately Pleasure-Dome Decree

“He’s learned nothing from his father,” Sam said, crossing his arms as he frowned at Steve where leaned back against the castle wall.

“He’s learned nothing from his mother,” Natasha disagreed, coming to stand beside him.

Steve frowned, tipping his head back to stare up at the sky. It was covered with splotches of gray and black clouds. Had been since Tony had done the blood rite to make his lands a utopia. Like his father before him had done to keep a coup from happening. Like his mother before him had done, in the vain hope of avenging her husband. It was apparently the family curse, making their land prosperous only for it to fall to ruin before their eyes.

“Famine, do you think?” Clint asked quietly.

Pestilence had been Howard’s downfall, cut down alongside commoner and noble alike. They were still trying to get a proper count of how many had died of plague, but it was slow-going. It was estimated to be in the thousands. War had been Maria’s, and she’d donned her husband’s armor to overthrow a neighboring country, because she’d believed their healers had kept the cure away from them. She’d conquered the country, but she’d been struck a death blow on the battlefield, and had lived long enough to pass the crown over into Tony’s shaking fingers.

Steve sort of hated them for it. Hated Tony for following in their footsteps, too, even as his heart ached for him. He hadn’t had a chance, really.

“The magic doesn’t allow for famine,” Bruce said after a moment. “And while Queen Maria died at war, they conquered. York has continued to thrive even after the demise of two monarchs in quick succession. Will probably continue after a third,” he added bitterly.

“Isn’t there anything we can do?” Bucky asked. “Tony’s the last in the line of Starks. What will happen when he’s gone?”

“Parliament will take over, probably,” Natasha muttered. “They’ve been champing at the bit ever since Howard died.”

“So. What’s the plan?” Clint asked, looking up at Steve. “Make the call, Captain. We’ll follow you.”

Steve sucked in a deep breath, then let it back out slowly. He’d pledged his fealty to Tony when he was seven years old and Tony was nine, the first time he’d laid eyes on him. The rest of the King’s Guard made fun of him for this regularly, but they took the sting out of it by trusting him to make the right call. He just thanked the gods that they weren’t aware that the story continued with him telling Tony that he wanted to marry him when they grew up, and Tony had very sweetly given a non-answer like all good politicians did, even if his cheeks had gone rosy. He’d looked back at Steve as his tutor had dragged him away, smiling wide.

“We protect the king,” Steve said simply, and the others nodded, faces grim but determined.

He chose death.

Steve took the stairs three at a time, the words ringing in his ears. He could hear the rest of the guard’s swords clashing with the intruders’ behind him.

He chose death.

Apparently, during the rite, the Starks had gotten to choose how the magic consumed them. Howard had chosen pestilence because he had hoped it would be slow, so he could be with his family longer. He’d lingered in his illness, but not in a way where he could have held his family close.

He chose death.

Maria had chosen war because of the rage within her at the loss of her husband. Part of her had believed that the country she’d set out to conquer had hidden a possible cure for the pestilence, but the other part of her had known she would die quickly instead of the slow suffering that her husband had.

He chose death.

Tony had been acting strange. Twitchy. Distracted half-smiles and fluttering hands. “I’m sorry,” he’d said one night. “I know we were just children. I said what I was told to say. But what I really wanted was to say yes.” Steve hadn’t known what to say, so he’d just said ‘thank you.’ He felt like an idiot about it now. He should have asked what he was talking about, or pressed him for the reason he was acting so off. He’d been too distracted by the affection fluttering through him at Tony’s admission that he hadn’t found the strength to.

Because Tony had chosen death. Because he was better than his parents that way--he had no intention of taking anyone with him. No pestilence wiping out the elderly and the young along with their king. No war taking young men and their queen. Tony had chosen death, because he intended for his people to live.

Steve hit the landing and braced himself behind his shield, powering right through the wooden doors, shouting, “Tony!”

Tony turned where he was, standing on the railing of his balcony. His eyes softened when he saw who had burst through the door. “I’m so sorry, Steve.”

“NO!” Steve shouted desperately, reaching out even though he knew he was too far away.

Tony reached back, giving him that same soft, rosy-cheeked smile he had when they were kids, but this time, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. At the same time, he threw himself backward, off the railing, and into the sea below.

#aurumacadicus answers #ask meme #fic title meme #stony #tw: character death #kind of #not really #tony lives because he found a loophole #welcome to the suffer club i guess

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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Vicious

Part VII

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1864.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

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You wanted to slap yourself. What the hell was wrong with you today? Why did you tell Peter that?!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...” Completely baffled with you behavior, you were deeply ashamed, unable to look the guy in the eyes and wanting nothing but fall into the earth.

“Ah, I got it. It’s Steve, isn’t it?” All of a sudden, Peter let out an irritated sigh, rolling his eyes skywards and rubbing his neck. “Of course, who else would say such nonsense. Blackmail, really? Funny he didn’t call me a stalker or anything.”

“Listen, I didn’t mean it, I’m really-”

“It’s ok.” He closed the locker, slamming its door loudly and making you jump. “It’s not your fault. If I heard that from somebody, I’d be scared too.”

He spent a couple of seconds staring into the wall until he rubbed his neck again tiredly and huffed. It took him less than a minute to regain his composure, and you heard him murmuring, “What a freak.”

He didn't return to the corridor, heading to the sports hall for his PE class, instead moving to the bench in the locker room and motioning you to sit. Feeling terribly awkward, you hoped he wasn't going to do anything out of anger, even though he had every right to be upset at your stupid behavior.

"About what he said," Peter took a deep breath, "it's nothing like that. I don't dig up some nasty stuff in the web to blackmail people. I've never done it. The reason why Mr. I-am-better-than-you said that is because I've made him take me into his little bodyguard group when I heard him talking to Loki. You're nice, and I wanted to help. Of course, Steve started acting like I was some creep, so he refused, and I had to remind him that, technically, he had to report your issue to the administration, not play a hero. I said that if I go and tell the whole story to the dean, Steve's gonna be in trouble because he knew who thieves were and didn't report them."

It was a loud off your mind. Goodness. Rogers called this a blackmail? Really? Just because Peter pushed Steve into taking him into their group?

You were less and less sure Rogers was sane. You definitely had to be careful around him.

"I can't believe he called it a blackmail." You admitted quietly, and the guy sent you a tired smile. "Peter, I'm so, so sorry. It was so stupid of me."

"Nah, don't worry. I'd freak out too if I didn't know the whole story."

You knew your apologies weren't enough, but you hoped Peter didn't take it to heart - if you can take such an accusation easily, that is. Shit, shit, shit, why did you believe everything these guys were saying? You didn't even know them in the first place! Why on Earth did you go asking them their opinions on others if all of them were biased, and every guy could twist the truth the way he liked? You shouldn't have let their words affect you that much.

"Whatever. At least now you know what Rogers is like." Peter sent you a grim smile and got up, picking his bright yellow sackpack from the floor. "Shit, I gotta go if I don't wanna be late. Let's meet in a library later, alright?"

"O-of course." You hurriedly stood up and left the lockers room after him, turning to the library: your Lit class was cancelled, so you decided to go study right away. At this time, the library was usually full, and you felt safe there.

Your thoughts were all about the guys again even when you were staring at your laptop, trying to focus on Excel numbers. Why did you feel like the atmosphere between them was so dense? If they were at such terms with each other, why did they group together to help you? What, because all of them loved you so much? It was ridiculous. There was something else to it, and you didn't know. You had a feeling no one was going to tell you the truth until you figured it all out by yourself.

Weird. It was all so weird. Steve's plan, their behavior, the relationships between them, and your nagging feeling they all were hiding something. Was it them who were actually following you?

The thought scared you to the point you started shivering. Oh shit.

"Hi there," the guy appeared behind your back so suddenly you almost jumped, looking at him wide-eyed, "sorry, did I startle you?"

"H-hi Jake! No, it's ok, I was just... studying." Both of you were talking in hushed voices, knowing the librarian would kick you out immediately if she heard some noise. "How are you?"

"I'm great, how're you?" You could hear concern in his voice: he was one of Thor's friends you met yesterday, and although you spoke briefly, Thor definitely told him more about you. "You look a bit worried."

"Oh, it's Math, I didn't really understand the topic, and we're having an exam on Monday... guess I'll be studying the whole weekend." You gave him your best smile to reassure you were totally ok, and the guy relaxed a little, smiling at you, too.

"I'm sure you'll pass. Thor said you're very smart."

What, he said that to all of them? Was he simply boasting about his girlfriend to his friends or was there something more to it?

"You're too kind. Thank you."

His smile grew wider, and he landed on the next seat to yours, resting his hands on the table. Apparently, there was something he wanted to talk to you about, and you grew uneasy.

"Listen, about these incidents... Thor told us all about it, so if you see any freaks following you around, you can message any of us, and we'll come right away." Looking at his serious expression, his bushy brows furrowed, you hoped he eas being sincere with you: you had enough with people you could no longer trust. "And also... that kid, if he's giving you troubles or anything, just let me know, and I'll tell him to keep his hands to himself"

Oh, he was talking about Peter, wasn't he? He had probably seen that silly photo. Wow, you though, Peter was totally right about Instagram: it was the best news source in the academy.

Thanking him for his concern, you laughed a little, convincing him there was nothing serious except for the theft and promising to tell him if anything weird would be going on. While it should have made you feel safer, in fact, you only grew more frustrated with this situation. You wanted to forget about these freaks and just spend you day like any normal student would, but everywhere you went people were staring at you as if you had a horn; one boyfriend or the other was always close to protect you from some unknown danger, and although you believed they tried to help, you hated the feeling they were hiding something from you. Why did you have to be going through all this? Wasn't it really better to drop off school, spend a year working and then apply to a better place?

Thinking of the faces your parents would make once you returned home, you realized it wasn't. This school with all those creeps wasn't worse than home that never felt like a safe place you wanted to come back to. Besides, all money you saved up until now were only good for buying food and things like that: you'd never afford to rent a decent place unless you found a well-paid job. It meant staying with your parents, and it wouldn't be much better than here, just different. If you wanted to drop off, you had to find a good place to stay.

Well, you could at least try, right?

When Peter met you in the library, the two of you no longer talked about anything important, simply studying together to prepare for the exams next week. It didn't feel off: from time to time you met his gaze, and the both of you smiled. You were thankful he didn’t talk about Steve or other guys or that weirdo in the lockers room.

Once you returned home, you went straight to bed, completely exhausted. Luckily, you did much more than yesterday, so you could rest now, but then you thought of Thor kissing you and bit down the pillow, angry at yourself. Why did you keep thinking of him right now?

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When you woke up the next morning, you felt like something was off: your body ached, your throat hurt, and your headache was only making it worse. Dammit, you caught a cold, probably. And that’s when it was finally the day to meet Steve, the guy you thought was a mastermind behind all these manipulations that were making you sick to the core.

Anyway, it’s not like a mere cold would prevent you from doing everything you had planned. You left your bed and went to the bathroom, moving the dresser before again.

Honestly, it felt terrible. It was definitely because of that flimsy dress you wore to school yesterday when the weather was becoming chilly. Argh. Watching your puffy eyes and swollen nose, you sneezed. Today you had to apply way more makeup to look decently.

Steve showed up earlier than either Thor or Peter: you had to skip your breakfast, hoping to buy something cheap in the cafeteria.

“Good morning.” He said with his everyday polite expression that soon shifted into a concerned one. “Are you alright?”

What, was it that bad? You did your absolute best to apply enough makeup and do your hair. Did you still look so sick?

“Good morning. Yes, I’m ok, just feeling a little sleepy.” You yawned on purpose, covering your mouth with your hand, and Steve’s face softened.

“Did you study all night?”

“Yep, exams are driving me a little crazy.”

“I understand. I also stayed late last night.”

Of course, the student council president studying all days long to be number one student in the academy. If you didn’t know of his twisted nature, you’d think he was the most typical nerd.

You spent most of the time either in silence or talking about studies, the academy, and everything related to it. Steve acted like a gentleman and a scholar, albeit a little too demonstratively. Walking with you as if he were a king of the place, he constantly replied to greetings of others, waved to his acquaintances and smiled. You felt so off you wanted to find Loki and walk with him: unlike Steve, he was considered unpleasant by the prevailing majority of students.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” America golden boy asked you for the last time, and you forced yourself to smile.

“Of course. Thanks for coming, see you later, Steve.”

As he finally left you in peace, you almost fell down into your chair, your fever only getting worse despite the fact you took some painkillers. It was going to be a long day.

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allyouneedisbuck · 3 years

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when my time comes around (lay me gently in the cold, dark earth)

summary -> bucky wasn’t perfect, but he was a good man.

words -> 1.4k

warnings -> MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, dealing with said death, religious themes, google translate russian (roughly translates to love of my life) spoiler he doesn’t come back to life

notes -> sometimes… when you’re stressed, you write angst. after this piece it will most likely be awhile as i focus on much longer pieces i desperately want to finish. title from work song by hozier….love of my life…. hozier if ur out there im free everyday for u

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It’s like cold has washed over you permanently. Which, well, which is a sick sense of irony when you think too hard about it.

He was here one minute and gone the next. Bucky was here, laughing by your side and pulling you close to press kisses against your cheeks one day and the next you were falling to your knees with Sam’s arms trying to hold you up.

How could he just leave? Just die?

It’s like ghosts are phasing through you over and over and over again. Flashes of cold mixed with burns that leave your skin tingling.

How could Bucky leave you?

“Promise me.” You whisper into the night. Bucky’s hand is intertwined with yours. So tight you think you may lose circulation but you don’t care. “You and me. Forever.”

“I promise.” Bucky’s knuckle grazes your cheekbone. You lean into his touch. “Nothing is keeping me from coming home to you, my love.”

Did a promise count as kept if he came home in a casket?

His funeral is on a Friday in the middle of fall. Leaves are brown, orange, red and scattered across the grass you walk across. They crunch under each step, you grimace every-time. Sam’s hand is intertwined with yours, Sarah and her boys trailing behind you two.

You don’t listen to what anyone says. All you can think of is Bucky not being the one by your side.

“Bucky’s fiancée is going to say a few words.” You think it’s odd that you’ve gotten a priest. Bucky had been through so much, what person comes out the other side believing in a just God who put them through hell? “Please.” He steps aside, your train of thought cut short.

“What do you think happens when you die?” Bucky asks so quietly you almost don’t hear him. “Do you… Do you believe on heaven?”

You turn to look at him with furrowed brows. “Do you?”

“I don’t know.” He won’t look at you. Bucky’s eyes are stuck to your ceiling fan as his fingers tap anxiously against his stomach. “Even if I did, I don’t think I’d be there.”

It’s a small crowd. You supposes that’s not surprising. Those who knew Bucky before Hydra were dead, Steve was gone. T’Challa is here though. Shuri too. Grim looks on their faces as they come to stand beside Sam while you step forward to make your speech.

You open your mouth, but no words come out. The speech you’ve written is held so tightly in between your fingers that it rips. You flinch at the sound a jarring reminder that Bucky had always been the one to unravel your tightly wound fists when the stress became too much. That he would no longer be able to do so.

Who would now?

Your eyes trail over the casket, an American flag draped over it, and you laugh. A hysterical fit of laughter that has people looking around uncomfortably.

“How does a man live through one of the worst wars the world has even seen just to…” You trail off. Tears are burning in your eyes and you can’t care enough to force them back. “Bucky Barnes was a good man. He wanted to right his wrongs in the world.”

You crumple the pre-written speech up entirely. “He wasn’t perfect. He… He never made his side of the bed. He always left his shoes lying around for me to trip on. Then laughed about it,” you smile grimly at the memory.

“Bucky!” You groan as you cradle your knee close to your chest. You can feel the throbbing pain of what no doubt will be a gigantic bruise across you knee cap.

He looks over his shoulder from the couch to stare at where you’ve fallen in the entry hallway. You glare as amusement dances in his eyes. “Yes, любовь всей моей жизни?”

“Don’t try and sweet talk me.” You can’t stop the smile as you climb to your feet. “It won’t work. How many times have I told you to put your shoes away? I didn’t build the shoe rack for nothing.”

Bucky laughs brightly. He walks over to you with a big smile that you know will kill your anger within minutes. “Brat.” Your murmur as his arms wrap around you.

You glance down at your feet. “He didn’t believe in separating colors so our laundry always had color bleeds.” You swallow thickly. “He broke promises. He… He was supposed to come home. He promised to come home.” Your voice is choked up and tears stream down your cheeks.

“But he was good.” You force out. “He once asked me if I believed in heaven or hell and I… I still don’t know the answer,” you glance at the priest, who just looks at you with pity, “but I do know Bucky was good to his core and whatever there is after death, he’s in a good place. I hope you all find comfort in that.”

As you step back into Sam’s space, soldiers step forward. It had been Sam’s idea to give him a veteran’s honor funeral.

You can’t say thank you when they hand over the folded flag because your legs give out underneath you. It’s like the flag being placed in your hands made it all official.

You crash to the ground, the leaves screech underneath your knees and the wet grass soaks through your black clothing but nothing matters. Not when Bucky was being lowered six feet into the ground and you were still waiting for it all to be a joke.

“Breathe.” Sam says softly as he kneels down beside you. It’s impossible though, all that comes out are choked breaths and sniffles as you clutch the flag close to your chest. “You’re okay. Breathe.” He tries again, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

“Marry me.” Bucky blurts. It’s three in the morning and you should both be asleep, but it was hard when each episode ended on a cliff hanger. You laugh, and Bucky shakes his head with a smile. “I’m serious, marry me.”

Your heart nearly stops. “W…What?”

“I was going to,” Bucky rummages through his nightstand drawer as he speaks, “do this later. At dinner or the park, but this… This feels right - ah hah! - So, marry me?”

He turns to you with a ring in hand. Your mouth falls open in shock while he grins smugly.

“любовь всей моей жизни.” Bucky murmurs when you don’t respond right away. There are small ticks of nervousness, the way he vibranium fingers clench and unclench or the small smile that overtakes his smug grin. “Marry me?”

Like you would ever say no.

You visit all the time. Your therapist says however you want to grieve is okay. Nobody can judge you, but you can sense visiting him everyday doesn’t help you move on. Could you ever really move on though? Bucky was a piece of you, a part that you would never get back.

“I miss you everyday.” You whisper. “Not a day goes by that I don’t wake up and for a brief second look for you then realize…” You fiddle with the ring still on your left hand. “I’m doing better though. I… I’m working again. Sam and I go out to dinner once a week. I’m trying. I know you would’ve wanted me to try, so that’s what I’m doing.”

“I love you.” You say softly. “любовь всей моей жизни.”

You stand hastily wiping the tears off of your cheek, the metal now glaringly absent from your hand.

All that’s left of Bucky Barnes is a headstone surrounded by flowers, a flag and a diamond ring.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Here Lies James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Sergeant 107th

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎WWII

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Prisoner of War

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Beloved son, brother, friend and partner.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Not perfect, but good.

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notes -> this is bad i’m just bleh. i forgot how rough school and work was because i was lucky enough to not have to work last semester. have a safe week 💗

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fandomtrashfox · 2 years

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Cynophobia (Bucky x M!Reader)

Trigger warning: Mentions of blood, implied dog attacks.

It wasn't supposed to be much of anything. Just get in, get it done, get out, nothing more. But the moment the 'winter solider' walked in, things seemed to get out of hand instantly.

Suddenly, he was running as fast as he could down a hall, his heart pounding in his ears. Blood poured from a new open wound on his leg, but he was so hyped up on adrenaline that he didn't even notice.

He could hear them, the growling, the roar-like barking, the sounds of their paws hitting the ground as they rushed after him. He stole a glance for only a moment, seeing the blood-shot beady eyes, the saliva, and sharp fangs still coated in red. It was like he was being pursued by demons!

Finally, his leg caved in under him. As his head hit the ground, blood started to seep from his nose. He looked up just in time to see the four monsters leap for him and-.

Bucky awoke with a start, jerking himself up into a sitting position as his mind reeled and his heart raced. It took him a moment to register where he was as he realized the mattress was drenched in sweat.

He took in a deep breath, the following exhale trembled as a shiver ran through his body. He could practically feel their hot breath on his skin again as he reflexively gripped his leg. The bite was gone, nothing but a slight mark left behind that was barely visible. Though knowing that didn't make it any easier to swallow with the lump in his throat.

He got up from his bed and left the room, wandering down the halls of the tower until he found himself in the kitchen. He took a glass, but as he went to get some water, he paused. God, how much better he'd feel if he had a strong shot right now.

It wasn't good to do it, he knew that, but waking up in a cold sweat after being reminded of one of the most terrifying moments of his life? It made the taste of Tony's stash of liquor seem so sweet.

He turned, convincing himself that he wasn't actually going to take any; he was just going to look.

"What are you doing up so late?" (Y/N) was suddenly standing in the doorway. It never ceased to amaze him how easily this guy could just appear without being detected; Almost like he had some kind of silent teleportation.

"Nothing." Bucky muttered. "Just getting a drink." The man leaning against the doorway raised an eyebrow.

"...Then get one." He nodded towards the sink, clearly very aware of what Bucky was about to do. Bucky sighed, turning to do just that as (Y/N) continued. "What's wrong? You look like you were running from the grim reaper."

"Nightmare." Bucky's voice was hoarse, his body was covered in sweat, and he had deep bags under his eyes. All of that came from a nightmare? Definitely not what (Y/N) expected. (Y/N) uncrossed his arms and walked a bit closer, letting his steps sound as not to spook him when he reached out.

Bucky felt (Y/N)'s hand gently touch his shoulder as he practically inhaled the water. "It was about your time as the soldier, wasn't it?" An exasperated sigh left Bucky's lips, putting the glass on the counter.

"What else would it be about?"

"Maybe your fear of dogs?"

"I don-" Before Bucky could get the words out of his mouth, he paused. He looked back at (Y/N), who gave him a little smile back. "How did you-?"

"I make it a point to learn all I can about my co-workers. Especially the good-looking ones." Bucky rolled his eyes. "You're pretty secretive about that in particular, though; It kinda makes me wonder why." Bucky turned, attempting to pass (Y/N), only to be blocked with an arm to the opposite shoulder. Bucky looked to find a surprisingly empathetic expression on his usually sarcastic and childish face. "Y'know, this type of thing just proves something." Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Monsters can't feel fear, neither can weapons. So, since you're afraid of something, that just proves you're more than that."

Bucky's expression morphed a few times but settled on a subtle smile. "Besides." (Y/N) added with a chuckle, "It's nice to know that all we have to do to snap you out of it is throw a pomeranian at your ass." As bad-taste as that joke might've been, Bucky couldn't help but chuckle under his breath. Bucky and (Y/N) split in opposite directions as they entered the hallway. "G'night, tin man!"

"Goodnight." Suddenly, the nightmare was far from his mind. The joke about Bucky's fear forcing away the panic and the comment about it proving his humanity made him feel... better. ----------------------------------------------------------

Author’s note: My very first time writing for Bucky, how’d I do?

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zemodaddy · 3 years

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Hey so i finally completed the first chapter of the zemo x reader fanfic. Make sure to read the authors note at the end and i hope you enjoy.!

Synopsis:

Y/n is an ex-avenger who, after the blip was forced to work for the US government. You trained to be an assassin/spy and your gifts of wielding flames made you invaluable. When you were assigned to follow Bucky you find him helping Helmut Zemo escape from his prison cell. What is he up to? Should you stop him?

Warnings: violence, lots of swearing, angst, fluff and in later chapters extreme acts of hatred towards John Walker :)

Shades of Him

They replaced him. They replaced him with a random guy and stuck Steve’s shield on him. You were staring at the TV in disbelief. You thought of Steve like a brother and he definitely wouldn’t have wanted this.

After the blip you had no job, the avengers pretty much all separated and that left you without anything to do, and that meant no income and no income meant no home or food. You couldn’t exactly find a normal job because most people were afraid of you. A trained assassin and spy who could wield flames wasn’t really considered normal. That left you with no choice but to accept the deal the US government offered you. Do their dirty work and you wont end up homeless.

Your newest mission was to track Bucky to make sure he followed the rules set upon him for his pardon. You are close to him, like you were close to Steve. Hiding the fact that you were following him everywhere he went was kind of hard but you managed. You had to manage.

So finding him and Sam visiting a German prison kind of surprised you. Had this got to do with his therapy? Surely not. They left around an hour later and from then nothing more suspicious happened. A quick google search and a deep dive into some public records showed that a high security prisoner resided at this prison. Not just anyone. Zemo.

Interesting you thought. Later that night you followed Bucky and Sam to an old garage. You waited outside for 5 minutes before entering, trying to keep to the shadows of the room. The two men seemed to be in the midst of a heated discussion. “You want Zemo to help us?” Sam looks exasperated. Bucky looks a bit apprehensive as he says “Look let me walk you through a hypothetical, can I do that?” He begins to explain an elaborate escape plan for Zemo. Your mind was wizzing with thoughts as you tried to figure out your next move. He really isn’t in the right headspace, same old Bucky, you roll your eyes. “What are you guys doing?” You step out of the darkness. The two seemed to jump out of their skin, clearly not expecting you to be there.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Bucky asks. They both looked so shocked by your sudden appearance that you had to suppress a laugh. “I was following you.” He doesn’t look happy. “YOU WERE FOLLOWING ME?” He raises his voice. You weren’t scared because you knew he loved you really. Keeping the same tone as him you shout back “YES AND YOU’RE HELPING A CRIMINAL” “I SAID HYPOTHETICALLY DIDN’T I”. Sam looks like he could start laughing any moment. You weren’t even sure if you should laugh or arrest them. Suddenly your phone buzzes. “Then please explain to me why I just got a message saying that ZEMO HAS ESCAPED FROM PRISON?” Sam looks mad now. “You’re kidding me Bucky” he says. “Look we don’t have any other leads, we were at a dead end.”

You knew that the two were looking for information on the new super soldiers serum. “He blew up the UN, he killed king T’Chaka!” Before Bucky could reply to Sams argument, the sound of a door shutting sounds through the garage and guess who walks in. Helmut fucking Zemo. Your hand flies immediately to the dagger on the side of your thigh. “Woah woah woah” Sam starts walking towards him as Bucky tries to hold him back. Too bad he didn’t see you slip past them and push Zemo against the wall with said dagger against his throat. “Your going back to prison” you pass him a sickly sweet smile. He looked surprised by you holding him against that wall but didn’t fight back. Not with the blade in your hand starting to heat up against his skin. “y/n let him go” Bucky looks frustrated.

“He can lead us closer to the serum, just let him breath for a second” Zemo did start to look a little breathless. Good, he should be scared of you. Reluctantly you let him go. He starts to talk “if I may”. At the same time the three of you go “NO”. He looked a little displeased by the response but didn’t have any other option but to oblige. “Apologies”. After further debating and a lot of disagreements you and Sam finally agree to trust Zemo.. for the time being anyways. “Alright Zemo, where do we start”

You mentally set a reminder to always have an eye on Zemo, how could you not with a guy like him. He seemed to be sending you anxious glances in return, which to be fair you did nearly choke him to death. He leads you to a large warehouse containing numerous cars of different ages, sizes and colours. Probably stolen you think. After grabbing a case full with clothes for zemo you all head to an airstrip. In the middle of which was a private jet. You look at it in awe. “So you were rich all this time?” Sam asks. “I’m a baron Sam, my family was royalty before your friends destroyed my country”. Shit. Those cars weren’t stolen then..

The mention of his country makes you think back to that battle against ultron. You were very tempted to leave the avengers after nearly wiping out the entirety of a population of a country. But they convinced you to stay, where else could you have gone anyway? You think a little longer about the aftermath, when you helped after the battle with the injured, and loved ones finding their dead. It was one of the saddest moment of your life, until the blip. No one else helped from the avengers, they didn’t even visit the memorial..

“Y/n you coming?” Sam was saying from the top of the stairs. Lost in thought you were stood in front of the plane. Maybe I should stop getting distracted you thought. Entering the jet the seats on the right were already occupied by Sam and Bucky, leaving the only other seat opposite Zemo free. Great. As a gentle reminder you check your dagger on your thigh, almost like a warning that if he tries anything he’ll know what’s coming. Zemo swallows looking where it would be and ask his butler person for a drink. Was that his butler or the pilot? Rich people problems you thought. The plane sets off and you look out of the window daydreaming a little.

The other three talk lightly until the mention of Buckys list, which ends in zemo being choked yet again. You smile a little, enjoying the mini acts of revenge for the people he’s hurt and killed. You feel a bit sleepy but then they start to discuss where you were going. “Do we want to live in a world full of people like the red skull” Zemo shakes his head lightly “that’s why we’re going to Madripoor”. Confused, Bucky explains the place’s history in the Indonesian archipelago. “It’s kept its lawless ways but we cannot go in as our selves” Zemo says. Uh oh that can’t be good.

You were right. Zemo had handed you a bag full of clothes and a pair of heels. You stared at yourself in the full length mirror that resided in the toilets. “You have got to be kidding me” you say aloud. Your were wearing a dark purple silky dress that reached only just halfway down your thigh. It exposed most of your arms, shoulders and a lot of your chest. Thankfully there was a black leather jacket in the bag too, however on the shoulders sat a blanket of fur, similarly to Zemos coat that he took from the warehouse. Your heels were also purple. You thank the lord you took the time to train in heels too because you never know when the situation arises when you happen to find yourself in those monstrous shoes.

“This” you point at yourself “is not happening”. “Ah my baroness has arrived” Zemo says, amusement glinting in his eyes. You glared at the word ‘baroness’. “Here put this on darling, to finish it off”. He holds what seems to be a lipstick in his hand. You already knew what shade it was before taking it from him. “Do you have some thing for purple or is that just me?” Sam and Bucky both laughed.

You had to admit, the dress didn’t look bad, in fact it looked expensive. To say you were uncomfortable was an understatement, not necessarily for what you were wearing, but for the hand now draped around your waist. Zemos hand. He said that no matter what, you couldn’t break character. Bucky was playing the role as the winter soldier; you felt bad for him, the memories this must bring up. You can’t even begin to imagine. Sam however, wore an extravagant and abstract red suit that kind of looked like a dress. It was funny to see his reaction to which he comments that he looked like a “pimp”.

A car pulls up beside you and you all pile in. Of course you were sat next to zemo in the back. After around five minutes you arrive in lowtown. A place where you could apparently find a gall called Selby. That hand snaked back around you as you intermingle with the crowded streets. The high density of the crowd forced you even closer to Zemos side leaving practically no space between you now. You could feel his warm body against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. He looks down on you. His eyes seem to be softer now than they were before and he gives you a quick kiss on the temple as if to reassure you that you’re safe. You tried to keep yourself from shaking him off of you but as you carried on walking, you got used to him a bit more. Sam and Bucky followed the two of you, both with grim faces.

Finally, you come to a bar, most people around you watching carefully as you all enter. Zemo orders the both of you a shot and Sam gets his usual. This turned out to be something containing whatever the barman cutout of a snake. The sight of it made your stomach drop, and to your astonishment, Sam actually drank it. He looked like he wanted to be sick but, no matter what he had to stay in character. Bucky gave a slight nod, he didn’t get a drink, not as the winter soldier.

You had let it be known of who you wanted to see and as you waited a man came up behind Zemo and you. He immediately guided you away from this man so he was in front of you and Zemo in front of the man. He knew you could hold your own, you had made that clear already, but he wanted to protect you. For the act of course. “You ain’t welcome here” the man stated, placing a hand roughly on zemos shoulder as he turned to face him. “I have no business with the powerbroker, but if he insists he can either talk to me” Zemo points at Bucky. His hand then slipped to yours, holding it tightly. “Or bring Selby for a chat”. The man looks displeased and walks away. You had many things you wanted to say to Zemo at this moment, but sticking to your character was more important. As he continued to grip your hand, other men started to menacingly prowl towards you all. Zemo gave Bucky the order to attack and so he did. A fight quickly broke out between them all but Bucky was far too strong for them all. This ended in Bucky holding one of the guys that remained standing against the bar table. Finally someone called to say selby was ready to see your group. This was going to be interesting.

Notes

Okay i left this on a little bit of a cliffhanger but the next chapter should be out in a day or so. This is my first fanfic i have published so I’m interested to see what everyone thinks. If there’s any spelling or grammar mistakes then umm you didn’t see anything. I hope you enjoyed!

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mymoonagedaydream · 3 years

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ps, idk what the biker/college bucky story will include but i can throw out the idea of doing the modern day army veteran Bucky as a one shot or something? or whatever you don't include in the series lol

Recluse

Summary: You barely even expected to get a conversation out of Steve’s reclusive roommate, never mind anything more than that.

Pairing: Modern Veteran!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Language, smut references, references to military service

Author’s Note: You bet your butt I can do that for you anon. This one really got out of hand idk what happened man I couldn’t stop.

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You’d been living with your friend Sharon for a couple of years now, and it was still going pretty well.

Your ground-floor apartment was very compact, but she was so considerate and easy to get on with, you barely even noticed the lack of space. She cooked for you occasionally, always paid rent on time, even did your laundry without being asked.

You just couldn’t help thinking that things were much more fun when you were both single.

Nothing much had changed in your life, you were still a lone wolf, but she’d been with Steve for almost six months now and you barely ever saw her anymore.

Most nights you were just left to your own devices, clattering around the apartment like some sad old spinster.

It got to the point where, one Friday when you got home from work, you heard Steve and Sharon talking in the kitchen and got excited at the prospect of just having some company for the evening.

Sharon almost jumped on you as soon as you walked in. ‘Y/n! Are you free tonight?’

‘Yeah, totally, completely. You guys sticking around?’

‘You think he’d ever agree to that?.’

‘We were actually thinking of going out for some drinks. You in?’ You contemplated for a second, not wanting to come across too eager, then gave her an enthusiastic nod.

As she grinned back at you, you saw an idea dawn on her. ‘Steve, you should totally bring Bucky.’

Sharon frowned in resignation. You had no idea who they were talking about, their conversation going completely over your head.

Steve went home to change, leaving you and Sharon with a couple hours to get ready before heading out, so you thought you might as well try to probe a little deeper.

‘Who’s Bucky?’ You asked casually, sitting on her bed, watching her hold dress after dress up to herself in the mirror.

‘Steve’s roommate.’

‘I didn’t know Steve had a roommate?’

‘I’d be more surprised if you did.’ She turned towards you. ‘In six months I’ve only met him twice.’

Your eyebrows darted up. She spent so much time at Steve’s place, that made no sense at all.

‘What? Why?’

‘I’m pretty sure he makes a point to avoid people generally.’ She flopped herself down next to you on the bed, her tone lowering to one of deep sincerity. ‘He was in the army with Steve. Apparently he just really struggled to adapt when they got back, collapsed in on himself for a while. I think he’s a mechanic now but Steve is still the only person he really speaks to.’

‘Shit, that’s awful.’

She gave a grim nod and shrugged slightly, before standing back up and starting to get changed.

You figured you should do the same, shuffling back to your room and finally taking off your work clothes, relieved at the thought of getting out of the apartment for the evening.

Just as you were about to leave, Sharon’s phone pinged.

‘Holy shit.’

‘What?’ You’d never seen her look so shocked. She put her index finger up at you while quickly typing something back. ‘You’re killing me here Sharon, what the hell is going on?’

‘Bucky’s coming.’

---

You managed to find a cramped table in the back of the bar. Sharon made you wait for Steve to arrive before ordering drinks, because for some reason he always insisted on buying the first round.

About ten minutes after you arrived, she glanced over to the door, grinned and waved her hand above her head. Following her gaze, you saw Steve pushing through the crowd, followed closely by a statuesque, tower of a man.

Studying him intently as he approached, you noticed how visibly uncomfortable he was, his jaw clenched tight and his hands folded into slowly whitening fists. You let your eyes dance over his huge shoulders and wide chest, feeling your stomach flip a little as he got closer.

‘Hey guys. Sharon, you remember Buck?’ Steve gave his friend a proud pat on the shoulder. Sharon nodded and grinned at Bucky, getting only a short, tight smile in return. ‘And this is y/n.’

Looking up to his face, his sharp blue eyes briefly met yours, prompting you to quickly avert your gaze. He looked tense enough without you gawping at him.

‘Nice to meet you.’ You adopted the friendliest tone possible, doing your best to put him at ease.

Steve went to grab some drinks and Sharon volunteered to help him, leaving you at the table with Bucky, bracing yourself for some intensely awkward small talk.

‘So, you’re a mechanic?’ He nodded. ‘Do you enjoy it?’ Another nod.

Alright, he obviously wasn’t in the mood for chatting.

Christ. If you didn’t break free from this spinster shit soon, that’s exactly where you’d end up.

You didn’t want to force it if he wasn’t comfortable, you could happily sit in silence if that’s what he’d prefer.

You moved your eyes to scan the room, eventually landing on an older woman propping herself up at the bar, downing martinis, eyeing up young men and wobbling on her insanely high heels.

‘What do you do?’

It was barely a mumble, you hardly heard it over the bar’s background music.

Your eyes returned to Bucky’s face, meeting his hesitant gaze.

‘I work in HR, so boring admin stuff mainly.’ He nodded slightly, his eyes flicking nervously between the table and your face. ‘But occasionally I get to use the shredder, which is pretty rad.’

He cracked a brief smile, the sight of it giving you a wave of goosebumps. ‘Sounds thrilling.’

‘I’ve never been here before, have you?’ You were determined to keep this conversation going, especially if there was a chance that you’d be able to make him smile again.

‘No. I haven’t been to any bars recently.’

‘You’ve got quite a bit of catching up to do then.’

Resting your head on your hand, you gave him a mischievous smirk, and felt a little smug as you noticed his shoulders relax slightly and the corners of his mouth curl upwards.

Hours passed, the bar called last orders, and the four of you traipsed out to begin walking home.

Then Steve and Sharon came back with the drinks, pretty effectively ruining the moment you’d been setting up.

Bucky went quiet again, keeping to himself for most of the evening, only speaking when spoken to. You felt his gaze fall on you occasionally, but each time you tried to meet his eyes they were quickly averted.

‘Oh hey, I forgot to ask.’ Steve gestured towards you. ‘Sharon said you went to visit your parents last weekend? How was that?’

‘I couldn’t go in the end, my car's fucked. It’s my own fault, everyday there was a new rattling sound but just ignored it.’

‘I’ll take a look at it.’ Your eyes snapped over to Bucky, a little shocked at how enthusiastically he’d come out with that. ‘If you want.’

You gave him a wide smile. ‘Wow, yeah, that’d be amazing. Thank you.’

---

A few days later, you were faced with another evening alone while Sharon was at Steve’s.

You unenthusiastically pulled a ready meal out of the fridge and poked some holes in the plastic, shoving it in the microwave and reaching for the half-empty bottle of wine on the counter.

‘Hi. Sorry. I was coming this way and Sharon said you’d be in, I thought I could take a look at your car?’

Just as you went to grab a glass out of the cupboard, you were stopped by a faint knock at the front door.

Shuffling over and yanking it open, you saw Bucky standing on your doorstep, looking just as uncomfortable as he did walking into that bar.

You were a little embarrassed that he’d caught in your pyjamas at 6:30, but that feeling was hugely outweighed with how pleased you were to see him.

‘Yeah, great.’ You gave him a warm smile. ‘I’ll just grab my keys.’

You found your gaze pretty quickly drawn to his arms, propping him up as he leant over the machinery like thick, hefty tree trunks. It was amazing how entranced you were by them, but considering how long it’d been since you’d even brushed past an attractive male, it made sense. God the things you’d let him do, if he-

You slipped on your shoes and led him over to the rustbucket, badly parked on the street outside. He flicked open the bonnet and immediately started tinkering.

You had less than no idea what was happening, but it looked very impressive.

‘Could you start it up?’ His deep voice pulled you out of your hazy fantasies.

‘Hmm? Oh, yeah.’

You tried your best to hide how flustered you were as you climbed into the driver's seat and turned the key. An intense rattling started, which he listened to for a second before signalling for you to turn it off and closing the bonnet.

‘You were right, it needs a lot of work. It’s definitely not safe to drive.’

‘Shit, stuck with the bus then.’ You sighed and climbed out, slamming the door behind you. ‘Thank you so much, you really didn’t have to do this. I appreciate it.’

‘Anytime.’ He smiled politely, taking a couple steps backwards before turning, dropping his head and starting to walk away.

‘You can come in for a drink if you want?’ You called after him, a little shocked at your boldness but not at all mad about it. He spun round. ‘It’s the least I can do.’

He took a sip and turned himself slightly to face you. ‘Look, if you bring your car to the shop where I work, I can probably keep the price down.’

His polite smile evolved into a wide grin as he nodded, following you inside.

You grabbed him a beer from the fridge and gestured for him to join you on the couch, smiling to yourself at how nervous he seemed as he balanced himself right on the edge of the seat.

‘Are you sure?’ He nodded. ‘That's so nice, you barely even know me.’

He looked a little sheepish at that, scurrying around for his words. ‘Sharon was pretty keen for me to come take a look, it’s probably best to keep Steve’s girlfriend on side, y’know.’

‘Oh I do know, Sharon can be terrifying.’ You both chuckled as Bucky edged back, settling himself into the couch a little more. ‘So you and Steve met in the army?’

‘We’ve been friends since we were kids, we signed up together.’

‘That’s nice.’ You tilted your head at him, deciding to take a slight gamble on your next question. ‘Do you miss it?’

He fixed his eyes on the ground and faintly shook his head, nervously starting to pick at the label on his bottle.

Shit, you really didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable, you were just curious.

A swift subject change remedied the situation somewhat, and after a while you sensed him beginning to relax again.

You finished off your glass of wine and checked your phone, your hand shooting up to your forehead in shock when you saw that it was close to midnight.

Over the next couple hours he slowly came out of his shell even further, eventually chatting and laughing with you like you were his good friend. The two of you unconsciously edged towards each other throughout the evening, ending up face to face with legs folded up on the couch, as close as you could get without touching.

‘Shit, I have work tomorrow.’

‘I’m really sorry.’ He put his bottle on the coffee table and stood up quickly. ‘I didn’t mean to keep you up.’

‘Oh you don’t have to apologise, it’s not your fault. I had a really nice evening.’

‘Me too.’ He smiled and buried his hands in his pockets, following you to the front door. ‘I’m working every day this week, you can come in whenever.’

‘Friday would be great? I have the day off.’

‘See you then.’

You watched him disappear down the street, feeling your limbs tingle with excitement at the prospect of seeing him again so soon.

---

You usually used your days off to sleep in till midday, but on Friday the tow truck showed up at 7am to take your car to the shop. You didn’t even get up that early on workdays. A pint of coffee was barely enough to keep you from passing out on the ride there.

He eventually noticed you stood there, staring, and your face immediately heated up as he approached.

You hurried inside the garage, scanning the room and eventually spotting Bucky underneath a hoisted truck, reaching up to work on it. His arms were glistening with oil and sweat and his shirt was riding up, exposing the faint trail of hair starting underneath his bellybutton.

Lord in heaven, what a view.

‘Sorry, didn’t want to interrupt.’

‘That’s alright.’ He pulled a dirty rag out of his pocket and roughly wiped his hands. ‘Did you bring the deathtrap?’

‘Yep, just outside.’

‘It’s gonna be a while. I finish at four, d’you wanna come back then?’

‘Sure.’

You walked up the driveway ten minutes early, which you thought was reasonable, and asked the very intimidating guy out front for Bucky. He just eyed you up and down and gestured vaguely to the side of the building.

On the way home you kept accidentally walking into roads, your mind completely occupied with Bucky’s midriff.

The whole day dragged. In your boredom you ended up leaving for the garage about an hour too early, meaning you had to loiter in an off-license, probably looking like you were shoplifting.

Turning the corner, you were met with a pretty impressive, cinematic wide shot of Bucky’s arse as he was leaning over the inside of your bonnet.

You should probably say something. Tell him you were there. Say hello.

Yeah, probably should.

Yeaaah.

You sighed and reluctantly shuffled towards the car.

‘How’s it-’ Bucky jumped and whacked his head against the propped-up bonnet. ‘Fuck! I’m so sorry, are you alright?’

He smiled at you, standing up and rubbing the back of his head. ‘Yeah, all good. Happens all the time.’

‘Oh, really? In that case you might want to consider a career change, could end up with some permanent damage.’ Chuckling, he reached up and slammed the bonnet with one powerful movement. ‘How’s it looking?’

‘Not bad. Want to take it for a spin?’

‘Sure.’ He held up the keys and you grabbed them out of his hand, excitedly hopping in the driver’s seat while he walked around and got in the passenger side. ‘You coming?’

‘Can’t just let you drive off without paying, you might never come back.’

You shot him a wide smile as you fired up the engine, amazed at how smooth it sounded, and pulled away from the garage.

‘I can’t believe it, it didn’t even run this good when I first got it.’ He smirked a little and nodded. ‘Thank you, Buck.’

You were already in the outskirts of the city, so you decided to drive out into the sticks a little, eventually pulling up into a dusty layby on a narrow side road.

Glancing to your side, you saw that Bucky was struggling not to look very pleased with himself.

As he began stroking his thumb along your knuckles, he cautiously pulled his gaze up to your face, looking at you like you’d just told him he’d won the lottery.

His hands were resting on his thighs and, almost unconsciously, you reached out to grab the one closest to you and squeeze it lightly.

He stared down at it for a few seconds, eventually turning his hand over and squeezing back.

You could barely even remember what happened next. You remember the back of your neck tingling, your stomach tightening almost to the point of becoming painful, the feeling of Bucky’s rough, calloused hand against your cheek and the way your heart jumped when he leaned towards you and pressed his mouth against yours.

Eventually pulling away, he buried his face in your neck, planting short kisses along your jawline between laboured breaths. You pushed his head back against the seat and pressed your forehead to his, closing your eyes and letting your hands dance down his chest.

It was slow and tender at first, but it quickly picked up, becoming feverish and passionate.

He threw his arms around your waist and roughly pulled you over onto his lap, holding you so tight to his chest that you couldn’t tell whose heart you could feel thumping like a steam engine.

‘It’s been a while since I’ve done that.’ He sighed, bringing a hand up to bury itself in your hair.

‘Me too.’ Your mouth curled into a smile. ‘It’s been even longer for other stuff.’

Melting into each other in a cacophony of limbs and flesh and tearing clothes, both of you eventually found the release you so desperately needed.

There was a loaded silence, you opened your eyes to see Bucky staring at you intently, wearing an expression that made your toes curl.

You dived clumsily into the backseat and pulled him after you, giggling as you both adjusted yourselves, trying to get even slightly comfortable in such a tight space.

And both of you did all you could to savour the feeling of finally having someone to hold close.

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