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scribbling-stiks · 3 years

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AAR - XLV - Overloaded

After a time leaning on each other, America begins fidgeting and bounces his leg. The bouncing gets more and more erratic, filling Russia with worry. Then, America pulls away violently. Russia jerks a little, startled.

Russia reaches over and brushes America's shoulder with his fingers, and America jerks away. Russia retracts his hands and sits back, filled with confusion and anxiety.

"Are you okay?" Russia asks quietly under the noise of upstairs.

America whines and curls upon himself. Russia holds back from touching him.

"What's wrong?" Russia asks, feeling desperate.

America doesn't answer. Instead, he buries his head into his knees and covers his ears with his hands. Russia bites his lip and could practically hear the pleas of 'be quiet' in the air. Russia freezes a little.

'What's wrong?'

'What do I do?'

A few creaking footsteps echo above them.

Russia began to get up.

"No. Wait. Don't. Please."

Russia falls back, perturbed and frightened. Then, America whimpers and pulls at his hair. Russia hovers over him and feels stuck and powerless.

"Stars?" Russia asks, fear leaking into his tone.

America takes a heavy gasp and tears trace his cheeks.

"Please, just don't leave. Please. I don't wanna be alone," America begs quietly.

Russia sinks back into the bed and fidgets with his hat, feeling nervous and wanting desperately to help, but not knowing how. He waits and starts looking around the room, doing his best to deter himself from touching America, as much as he wanted to hug and comfort him.

The footsteps above them quiet and America curls up a little more. Russia's heart pounds in his chest.

'What do I do?!'

America forcefully tears his socks and his shirt off and he hurls the cloth to the floor as if it burned.

"It's too much. It's all too much," America mutters.

America's fingers light up faintly but the magic sparks furiously before sputtering out with a pained gasp. Russia watches with wide eyes and bated breath.

"Russ?"

His voice is so quiet and vulnerable and Russia feels his heart lodge itself in his throat. Russia's head whips up to look into America's eyes. America doesn't look at him.

"Can you get the grey blanket? ...please?" America asks quietly, his voice shaking.

Russia nods and hurries to his feet, nearly tripping in his haste to search for anything to make this better. There aren't any blankets matching the color on the bedroom floor and Russia wretches open the closet doors.

He spots a crumpled grey pile of fabric in the back corner. Russia grabs it and heaves it up, the blanket much heavier than he had been expecting.

Russia gathers the cloth in his arms and brings it to the bed. He drops it beside America, who shakily takes it and wraps it around his shoulders, no issue with the weight. America shakes under it for a few minutes before he takes a few deep breaths.

The shaking recedes and America's breathing quiets.

"Are you..." Russia starts weakly, "Are you okay?"

America jerks his head from side to side, hunched over under the blanket.

"What's wrong?" Russia asks carefully.

"...overstimulation," America mumbles, the syllables mixing together and making it almost unintelligible.

Russia nods, not understanding what it meant, but respectful.

"Be with me, but don't touch me right now," America pleads, his voice a little clearer, but still shaky.

"Okay," Russia replies quietly.

America and Russia sit quietly side by side until America changes his position, taking to lying chest-down on the bedding parallel to the headboard, the blanket draped on his back.

Russia tries his best to quell his apprehension, glancing at America every few minutes to check on him.

"'m sorry," America says, sounding exhausted.

"Are you okay?" Russia asks tentatively.

"I will be," America says with a sigh, "I just got overwhelmed. I'm sorry, I think I freaked you out."

"It's alright."

America hums. They fall quiet and listen to the house settle.

"Is this going to happen again?" Russia asks carefully, worry in his voice.

"Yeah. It just kinda... happens every once in a while," America mumbles, looking away, "I'm sorry you had to see me like this."

"It's okay," Russia says hurriedly, "I'm worried, not angry."

"...really?"

"Yes. I want to help you," Russia emphasizes.

America shifts slightly and stares up at Russia for a second before looking away. America fidgets with the corner of the blanket and sighs quietly.

"I'm just stressed. And when I'm stressed, my head goes into overdrive," America explains, waving a hand as if to add to his explanation, "and my brain just gets overloaded."

Russia hums in contemplation, wishing he had his phone to find more information, and maybe even find some way to help.

"Thank you for staying," America says quietly, looking away.

Russia pauses. The statement just strikes him as strange. A pang of sadness hits him in the chest.

'What else was I supposed to do?'

"Meri?"

"Yeah?"

"How many people have left you like that?"

"Well... the kids don't see me like this. And no one else would care enough to help except maybe Dixie and Nada. Everyone else just tells me to 'cut it out, you bloody brat,' or something else along those lines, like I have much of a choice over any of it. Like, do you think I would choose this?!"

America sighs.

Russia cringes in sympathy. There is another pause and America slowly inches his way closer to Russia until they two are side by side. America crosses his arms in front of him and leans his head on them. Russia very cautiously lays his hand on America's hair.

"Is this good?" Russia asks softly, trying his best to be mindful.

America gives a small nod. Russia smiles and begins gently playing with America's hair, trying to calm himself down, staring out at the cresting sun over the horizon.

They sit in silence as they hear the house come to life with motion. Footsteps and giggling and shouting about the coffee machine ring out from the main floor. America sighs, but had an affectionate smile growing on his face.

"Are you going to be alright?" Russia asks quietly.

"Yup," America chirps with a yawn, "I just need some caffeine and something to eat and I'll be fine."

A shrill scream cuts through the noise of the house.

Russia and America make momentary eye contact before simultaneously jumping up and rushing downstairs.

"What's going on?!" America shouts, jumping down the last few stairs to the first floor.

Russia stumbles on the last few stairs and pointedly ignores the stinging of his skin and the pulling in his hip. He tries his best to catch up to America but ends up trailing just behind him.

"That thing!" Iowa screams, pointing out one of the side windows.

'Why isn't there any light coming through?' Russia wonders briefly.

He's about to get his answer.

Russia nears the window and catches a glimpse of America's horrified look. He looks out for himself, and most of the color drains from his face.

Another black mass, just like the one in the bedroom.

Except, this one almost as large as the house. Russia freezes in place and the thing lurks outside, traversing the outer edges of the lawn. It seems to stalks the house in the few shadows that remain in the early morning sun.

"S***. That thing is huge," America mutters.

Then America growls and glares down at his hands.

"And my magic isn't back up to speed yet either. F***!" America hisses under his breath, clenching his hands into fists.

Russia puts a hand on America's shoulder. He hears shuffling behind him and raises his other hand, signaling them to stop.

"Wait," Russia orders.

"What?! WHY?" Dixie demands.

Russia turns around to address him and sees Dixie standing, shotgun in hand, with a group of about a dozen states behind him, all of them armed and snarling.

"If it has not attacked us, it might not," Russia explains, his mind racing but his tone sure, "We should not risk anything if it can't or won't hurt us right now."

America hums with uncertainty but doesn't object.

"Amy?" Dixie asks.

"I think we should wait," America says, "like Rue said. And maybe the salt lines worked."

Dixie grumbles angrily but calls off the states none the less. The states groan and move to sit around the living room, guns and knives still in hand.

Russia stares at the blob. Its movement is almost as mesmerizing as it is terrifying.

It rolls over itself, its mass moving almost like a condensed school of fish would, as if it was made of separate, slimy, black pieces, moving in unison.

The slimy mass folds over itself, rolling over the frosty domain outside, coating whatever it touches with a dull grey slime. Its motion and the speed with which it crosses the front yard leaves Russia's head spinning. America grabs his shoulder and slowly pulls him away.

"Russia?"

"Yes?"

"Are you okay?"

Russia tears his eyes away and meets America's worried gaze.

"Yes. I'm fine."

"Okay. That's all fine and dandy, but why in the LORD'S NAME are we waiting here like sitting ducks?!" Dixie exclaims, throwing an arm in the air.

"We may not even be targets," Russia says firmly, "and going out there could end with someone getting hurt."

'...or worse.'

"Well, I want to fight it," Finland chimes in, machine gun under her arm.

"We shouldn't provoke it if we don't have to," Canada argues.

"IT'S AS BIG AS THE HOUSE!" Texas shouts, gesturing wildly to the window.

"We cannot be stuck here!" Brazil exclaims, her hands in her hair, "my states are still out there, and some of them are still missing!"

"LISTEN!" America snaps.

Everyone falls quiet.

"I can't fight right now," America says, pointing to himself, "and I am not allowing any of my kids out there if I can't be with them. And no one else should be going without back up, okay?! Right now, we're going to hang tight. We will fight as a last resort."

America stares around for any objections, but no one speaks up. America lets out a shaky sigh and rubs his face. Then, America begins walking around the house, checking the locks on windows. Oregon and a reluctant Wyoming run around to help make sure all of them are secure. Russia turns his gaze back outside and sees the thing closer now.

"Well, at least the windows are hurricane-proof," Dixie grumbles, his arms crossed.

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barnes-belle · 5 years

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Beauty and the Barnes (9)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - Bucky X Reader

WARNINGS - Lots of Smut, Light Hints of Non/Dub-Con, Prostitution, Swearing, Dark Bucky. (I can’t stress enough that this is kinda dark, Buckys an asshole and the kind of behavior that goes on in this fic is in no way acceptable in the real world)

When your father falls deathly ill you fall into a lifestyle you would have never predicted for yourself. Selling your body as a high-class escort isn’t ideal but it’s the only way to find the money you need to help your father, until your first client offers you another way.

Bucky’s mean, coarse and gets a kick out of watching you squirm but he is willing to help your father. All you have to do is sign yourself over to The Winter Soldier, body and soul.

Trapped in The Avengers compound, serving as a PA to a man who’s an absolute beast you find yourself wondering if there’s such a thing as a happy ending?

Masterlist

Chapter Nine

“You can sleep in my room.”

Six words, repeating over and over in his mind. Haunting him, taunting him.

“You can sleep in my room.”

You’d held him, comforted him, cared for him and you would have kept doing it.

“You can sleep in my room.”

He’d come back from the mission, wracked with self-loathing, cold and broken and you had unflinchingly warmed him until he could breath again without it hurting.

“You can sleep in my room.”

Your hands had washed away the blood of the people he had killed from his skin and your lack of judgement had washed away his sins.

“You can sleep in my room.”

There was no fear, no hatred, no disgust in your eyes. Just concern. Concern for him.

“You can sleep in my room.”

He wanted it, he wanted to let you pull him under the sheets and mould your body to his.

“You can sleep in my room.”

He looked around his room, at the furniture that had been repaired time and time again, the plastered over holes in the walls, the easily replaceable pillows and sheets.

“You can sleep in my room.”

When he slept, his mind replayed all the horrors of his past and his body struck out. His enhanced strength would destroy everything in reach.

“You can sleep in my room.”

But he couldn’t. He could never lay beside you and let his mind and body rest.

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You never did end up getting back to sleep after you cleared the broken china and blood soaked rags from Bucky’s suite and as the clock ticked down to 7am you showered and dressed before Bucky could get up and leave his room. You didn’t even stick around to make coffee, choosing to brave the communal kitchen instead.

“Morning Miss Belle!”

“Morning. Why are you so chipper? Who’s this chipper at 7am?” You asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously at the smiling face of Peter Parker.

“Mr Stark signed me out of school for the day so I could help him with… a project.” Peter told you.

“That sounds like fun.” You yawned, leaning over the look at the fancy coffee machine, hoping to figure it out.

“Hey Miss Belle?”

“You really don’t have to call me Miss.” You assured him, prodding at a button.

“Belle, wanna see something really cool?” Peter asked excitedly.

“Is it how to work the coffee machine?” You asked hopefully.

“Better!”

He grabbed your hand and dragged you over to the window, practically pressing his face against the glass. It took your eyes a few moments to adjust but when they did you leaned forwards with him, just as fascinated.

“It’s snowing!”

“Hey, parker?”

“Yeah Belle?”

“You had breakfast yet?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Half an Hour Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What’s going on here?” Tony asked in befuddlement, peering over the veritable mountain of cinnamon rolls.

“We’re baking!” Peter shouted, popping up from behind the counter.

“Yeah, no, I can see that.” Tony said, biting into a cinnamon roll and making a noise of surprise.

“This is really good.” He announced, squinting suspiciously at the young boy.

“I found the brown sugar and the extra flour, how are the croissants coming?” You asked, walking into the room with a mixing bowl in your hands, a bag of sugar tucked under your arm and a bag of flour balanced precariously on your head.

“Are we opening a bakery?” Tony asked, plucking the flour of you and shaking his head.

“It’s the first day of snow, I thought I’d bake.” You said, shrugging.

“The croissants are brown?” Peter said.

“Then they’re ready. Here.” You said, passing him the bowl of batter and grabbing a teatowel to take the tray out of the oven.

“What’s going on here?” Sam asked, wandering in with his nose in the air as he sniffed.

“Breakfast!” Peter announced.

“We’re having pastries for breakfast?” Sam asked.

You grabbed a bowl and ladled him a bowl from the massive pot on the counter and handed it to him with a kind smile.

“Porridge?” You offered.

He took the bowl from you with a frown that lasted all of three seconds before he gave you a wide grin.

“You’re too good for the likes of Barnes, you should come work for me.” He said and sitting at the table.

“You’re sweet.” You laughed.

“Speaking of sweet, these are the best cinnamon rolls I’ve ever tasted.” Tony called out, grabbing another.

“My mothers recipe, she was a baker.” You told him.

“Secret recipe or will you share? I’ll buy it from you.” Tony offered.

“No deal, but I will make them for you whenever you want?” You counter offered.

“Done.”

“What the hell?”

The fun friendly atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly turned very frosty as Bucky walked in with Steve by his side. The Brunette super soldier was glaring at anything and everything he could while the blonde was smiling at the scene they’d walked in on.

Unbeknown to you, Steve was relived to see you acting so happy. He’d been worried that because of Bucky’s foul mood, something had gone wrong last night.

“Porridge?” You offered them with a warm smile.

“No.” Bucky snapped.

“Yes, please. For both of us.” Steve corrected, dragging Bucky to the table.

You took two bowls over and put them down in front of the two men.

“Thank you Belle.” Steve said politely and you heard a thump under the table as he kicked Bucky on the shin.

“Thanks.” Bucky grumbled.

“Belle, sit down and eat. There’s nothing in the oven.” Peter insisted, pushing you towards a seat.

You obliged and sat down, watching Steve whisper frustratedly to Bucky. Bucky met your eye and quickly looked away.

“Just eat it Bucky!” Steve hissed.

Bucky sneered and picked up the bowl and slurped from it loudly. Steve sighed and you could see him physically resist the urge to slam his head down on the table in frustration. Peter animatedly put a bowl down in front of you and with a smirk you picked it up and brought it to your mouth, forgoing the spoon. Steve, Sam and Bucky all looked at you in surprise. You ignored them and slurped your porridge daintily.

Almost against his will, Bucky smiled. It was a small, barely there smile but you saw it. You smiled back at him and for a few moments the two of you lost yourself in the shared smile and twinkling of each other eyes. In that moment, you both seemed to forget there was anyone else in the room.

Tony smirked happily and conspiratorially at the scene, Peter looked between you and Bucky in amusement, Steve looked perplexed before a hopeful glint appeared in his eyes and Sam just looked baffled. The four of them looked at each other and seemed to come to some sort of silent agreement.

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Bucky paced back and forth in front of your office door for at least twenty minutes before he gathered the courage to go in. His hand hovered over the handle before he seemed to think better of it and knocked.

“Come in.”

He swung the door open and you looked up from the scattered pile of papers on your desk. He noted that you looked ill and glanced down at the papers. The mission reports from yesterday.

“Are you ok?” You asked him.

“Fine.” He said gruffly.

“You don’t look it. You look tired. Have you even slept?”

“It’s none of your business.” He snapped.

“Well, yes it is. It’s my job to look after you and if you pass out from exhaustion then I’m a failure.” You joked softly.

“That’s not my problem.”

“Bucky, just try and rest. Please?” You pleaded, standing up and walking over to him until you were standing in front of him and gazing up at him in concern.

“Ok.” He agreed and made a face of surprise, like he hadn’t meant to agree to it.

He seemed to be having some kind of internal struggle with himself and you waited patiently for him to figure it out.

“Why are you so nice to me?” He demanded desperately.

He studied your face frantically, like the answer was more important to him than you realized. You slowly brought your hand up to brush a lock of hair off his face and he held himself absolutely still.

“Because I want to be.” You said simply.

His chest heaved almost painfully and he looked so torn, so conflicted.

“You shouldn’t be, you need to stop. I don’t want your pity or kindness. I just want you to do your job.” He said and his words were harsh and cruel but his voice was soft and unsure.

You just smiled at him.

“Are you an idiot? I don’t care about you, I don’t want you to be my friend. You’re nothing to me, nothing. Do you understand that?” he snarled.

“You can be as cruel as you want, you can shout and rage at me and be a bastard but your attitude doesn’t get to change who I am. You don’t have that kind of power over me Bucky.” You told him firmly.

All the anger drained out of him and he slumped down, emotionally drained.

“Go and get some sleep.” You instructed, turning away.

“Fine. But only because I’m tired, not because you told me to so it.” He snapped petulantly.

“Of course not.” You agreed, smirking when he stormed out.

You sat down at your desk and started reading the graphic reports of violence again, correcting any mistakes. The more you read the worse you felt but even through the awful descriptions of the acts of violence that Bucky had committed it was glaringly obvious to you that every move he made, every life he took was carefully calculated. Threats to him were taken care of only after threats to the Captain and the Falcon were dealt with.

You sent a message to the triplets asking for Steve and Sam’s reports so you could check for discrepancies and you told the women that you would file those as well. It was more work for you but it made more sense for you to file all the mission reports for everyone who was with Bucky in the future and you sent a message to Tony explaining exactly that.

When you finished messaging Tony you put your tablet down on the table, accidentally knocking your pen onto the floor where it rolled under your desk and you sighed and knelt down to retrieve it. You blindly fumbled under the desk for the pen when your fingers brushed over a piece of card. Frowning you pulled it out.

It was a white envelope with your name on it and you opened it curiously.

There were scribbled out lines, attempts at writing.

I thought some flowers would brighten the office.

They’re not romantic ones. This isn’t romantic. Don’t read into this.

But I thought maybe, if you wanted, if you liked, that I could be your friend.

I want to be your friend.

Please. ??

I just wanted to give you flowers. I wanted to do something nice for you.

And underneath them, written in painstakingly neat writing.

I didn’t want you to be the only beautiful thing in that office.

The flowers aren’t as beautiful as you are, I don’t think anything is.

I’m sorry I’ve been such a beast to you and if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, I was hoping you would have dinner with me tonight?

Yours, James Buchannan Barnes X

Your eyes stung as you realized that the flowers had never been from Ben, they had been from Bucky. He had reached out, shown vulnerability and kindness and you had rejected him without ever knowing it. You clutched the card in your hand and scrambled to your feet, running through the compound. You burst into Bucky’s suite and came to a stop in front of his bedroom door.

Horror clutched at your heart as you heard his pained yells from within the room and disregarding his rule, his one command that you never ever go inside, no matter what… You pushed the door open.

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starrybbarnes · 5 years

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Caught in the Act [b.b]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader (platonic)

Summary: you would like a pole. you have acquired it. you use it.

Word Count: 1.8K

Author’s note: Hello everyone, this is the start of an era. please enjoy this one-shot! it’s been a while since I’ve written, so drop an ask and give me some inspiration! Feedback is appreciated!

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“You’re ridiculous, Tony.”

“And have you leave this for a couple more cents? Absolutely not.”

You rolled your eyes as Tony Stark stared you down, judgment practically oozing out of him.

Life had been good so far. You were a good friend of Tony’s “intern,” Peter, who was in college and was a couple year than you. The two of you had hit it off, and soon you became an ‘honorary Avenger.’

Today, however, was not good. You had read in an article that there has been a trend on pole exercising. Which basically meant working out with a pole. The ones that exotic dancers use. And you desperately needed to get your hands on one now.

“I really don’t see the issue here, Stark,” you argued, “I just wanna work on my core, you square.”

“And seduce the poor kid? Not a chance.” Tony fought back.

“The kid is 20, Tony.”

“A toddler basically!”

You huffed. This was getting ridiculous. Irrational, even.

You put rested your hands on your forehead and sighed loudly.

“Don’t give me that attitude, y/n”

“I JUST WANT TO LEARN HOW TO POLE DANCE. I NEED ROCK HARD ABS LIKE JAMES”

“Well you could’ve just asked me, doll. I will gladly teach you.”

You whipped your head around and saw at the doorframe a bulky man leaning against it. A hearty laugh escaped his mouth.

Bucky.

The man was a “tall glass of water” as you told Peter once in a conversation. You couldn’t lie to yourself: you knew an attractive man when you saw one.

“Don’t make this about you, Buchanan.” You started, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“Why can’t you call me Bucky like everyone else, y/n?” Bucky half-heartedly whined.

It was true, you would call him everything but Bucky. You’d claim to keep it professional, but in truth, you’d start falling for the tin man more by calling him by his adorable nickname.

“With all due respect, Sir “ you joked, “I gotta maintain my ‘profesh’ image.”

“You call Peter ‘Penis Parker’” Bucky said as he raised an eyebrow.

“right, and?”

“You’ve called me ‘frosty the snowman’”

“duh.”

“And Sam ‘bird brain.’”

“Your point?”

Bucky was about to open his mouth when Tony inserted himself into the conversation.

“As much as I’d love for you to become the embodiment of elastigirl, it’s not gonna happen,” Tony interjected.

“You can put it in my room, out of everyone’s hair!” You compromised.

Tony just gave you an incredulous look, shook his head, and walked away.

“Oh, I’ll get that pole.” You mumbled, a smile creeping up on you. You turned to Peter, who saw the plan to form as he saw your face.

“Peter,” you said with a voice 2 octaves higher than you normally do.

“Oh god who are you,” Peter said, wide-eyed.

“Come, young Peter, we’ve got some work to do,” you declared, hooking your arm with his.

The two of you started walking out the door before you heard someone clearing their throat.

You stopped in your tracks and remembered that someone had been there all along.

“Do you need a cough drop, James? Your throat sounds hoarse,” you joked.

“And where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” Bucky questioned as he covered the doorframe.

“Oh you know, outside to get some fresh air,” you replied.

“To do what?”

“Jeez, Barnes, you sound like my parents. Peter and I are just gonna, you know, do young people stuff.”

“Name one thing young people do when they go outside,” Bucky tested.

“Fight crime?” Peter peeped, to which you just sighed and covered your face in complete embarrassment.

Bucky just raised an eyebrow and called the two of you ‘nerds’ and grumbled about keeping an eye on you while walking towards his room.

As he closed the door, he said a little too loudly, “anything you two do, is never gonna get past me.”

Down the elevator you went with Peter, pondering about the interaction you had with the winter soldier, leaving a small smile on your face.

It wasn’t your fault he was a dreamy man, and you scowled at the fact that he was chastising you for wanting a stronger core.

Peter saw the face you made and consoled you by saying that even though you couldn’t tell, but maybe Bucky had some preference over you.

You laughed at that statement as you and Peter were people watching outside the compound.

“It’s true!” Peter reassured you while stuffing some chips in his mouth. Crumbs fly out as he spoke to you. “I’ve seen the interactions, Y/N, and I really think he enjoys your company.”

“Psh, whatever,” you interjected, “he doesn’t take me seriously as a colleague, much less a potential lover. He seems to always speak to me in a condescending tone, it’s annoying.”

“Hey, man,” Peter replied, “Trust me, guys are horrible flirters. I mean, have you seen me trying to talk to MJ?!”

You laughed. He does have a point. If anyone was worse than Bucky at flirting, it was Peter.

“I still want that damn pole, just outta spite now,” you huffed.

Both of you then sat in silence until Peter’s eyes widen, an idea forming, “don’t you have a good friend that’s like, part construction worker, part interior designer.”

A mischievous smiled appeared once again.

“I’m gonna make a couple of calls.”

。。

A week had passed, and Bucky hadn’t seen any trace of you or the spider boy. High and low he looked, from the building terrace to the coffee shop down the street, he even looked under his bed for once.

He knew he wasn’t being hard on you, but he kept racking his brain to pinpoint at which moment in which he had annoyed you or driven you away.

Not that he cared that much, because you guys weren’t a couple or anything. But he was certainly concerned for your wellbeing.

Bucky finished his lunch and was walking towards the couch when a small blurb crashed into him.

“Whoa, whoa, what’s the rush kid? Don’t tell me Stark told you to do his laundry” Bucky cackled.

“Oh no, not this time!” Peter chimed, receiving a look from Bucky, “I’m actually going to work out a bit!”

“That’s great kid,” Bucky commented, “so what’s your routine focusing on today?”

“Not much actually,” Peter replied, “I’ve been working on strengthening my upper body and also I’ve been working on my core strength!”

“Both are good starts, I’m sure you’re gon— wait a minute.”

Bucky stared down Peter, eyes narrowing and mouth closing to a fine line. Peter immediately stopped smiling, eyes popping out of his head. He started stuttering and backtracking on what he said.

But it was too late. Suspicions are growing and the silence kept growing in the air.

Peter kept fidgeting with his hands and finally said, “So, uh, I’m going to my room and actually study for a test. I gotta go.”

Peter ran towards his room and harrowingly escaped the winter soldier's grasp. Bucky kept jiggling the door open, but it was no use: Peter must’ve escaped out the window, probably to go warn you.

Bucky was about to give up when he sensed vibrations through the floor of the compound. Faintly, he could hear some music. Using his super-sonic hearing and stealth, he began his quest to find the source.

The music slowly began to get louder, as Bucky had to go up 3 floors, to which opened to a long corridor and 2 doors. He immediately remembered that on this specific floor there was an abandoned studio, and sure enough, the music was blaring and the bass was at its highest.

Bucky was curious as to what was behind the door. And as he opened the door, surprised became an understatement.

There you were: high on a pole, in a compromising position, and slowly spinning to the ever so sensual music. You were upside down, one leg extended out, the other sustaining you on the pole. Either way, you the pose did nothing hide that you were just in yoga shorts and a sports bra. FRIDAY sensed the door open and abruptly stopped the music.

“FRIDAY, what the hell! Why did you — oh.”

You and Bucky locked eyes for what seemed like an hour. You were still midair, but then slowly started sliding down the pole. You slowly walked to get your cardigan, and swiftly put it on.

Bucky blankly stared. You blinked.

Suddenly, the door bursts open to a panting Peter: “Y/N! Holy Shit you need to stop everything, Bucky is on his way up and —“ he stopped as he saw the two of you just staring at the poor boy.

Peter just sighed, “I’ll be in my room.”

The door closed behind him, the silence engulfing the room again.

Bucky cleared his started and started, “So this is where you’ve been the past week?”

You coughed. “Yeah basically.”

“Does Tony know?”

“Of course not. I had my friend Mark install it.”

You couldn’t really read the room. You were embarrassed, empowered, and everything in between.

“Y/N, I really don’t know how to react.”

“Well, that makes two of us. And you caught me in my favorite part of the song.” you joked.

A dry laugh left Bucky’s mouth, “As much as I don’t want to talk about this, it’s gonna be engraved in my mind, doll.”

“Oh, stop it you,” you fused as you lightly smacked Bucky on the arm, “I was just trying to see how long I can last hanging in the air.”

“I’m still impressed though,” Bucky commented, and then adding, “you looked really good practicing it.”

“Easy there, Barnes,” you warned, “Just because you saw me do this once, doesn’t give you a free pass to drop in whenever and expect a striptease, you perv.”

Bucky’s face turned pink and shyly hid his face. Now was his chance to make a move or forever hold his peace.

“That’s why I kinda uh, wanted to ask you if it was possible to um, you know,” Bucky stuttered as you raised an eyebrow while leaning on the pole.

“No, I don’t know, James,” you chuckled.

“Get a free pass one of these days. N-not as in a striptease though. As in a date,” a flustered Bucky said as he kept looking at his shoes.

Your face softens, and a smile appeared. “I’ll gladly go on a date with you, James. It’d be an absolute delight.”

It was now Bucky’s turn to smile, his eyes shining brighter than before. “How’s about tomorrow at 7 sound?”

You nodded your head as you gave Bucky a kiss on the cheek, “I like the idea of that.”

“Maybe then I can reciprocate the favor and use the pole to dance for you, doll,” Bucky said suggestively as he grabbed you closer.

“In your dreams, Barnes,” you snorted.

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🌹I love you so much mr.J🌹

Imagine being the Joker's sidekick.

"BOSS! I've got ya food, what else do you need!" you came rushes in the room with german chocolate cake and coffee with a touch of jack daniel that the Joker requested from you.

The joker rolled his eyes (secretly enjoying all this adoration you was giving him) "give it here." he waved his hand for you to come in his office, you walked in the room laying the tray down on his desk smiling at him "do ya need anything else boss!" you beamed.

The joker made a pondering face "how bout cleaning the penthouse and fix the bullet holes I put in the wall."

You gasped "but you liked the holes in the wall, you said it approved the place!"

The Joker sighed "I know but Harley keeps complaining about it soooo that's why I need you to fix it, oh and also send Frosty this documents too."

"Aye Aye boss!" you scurried out the room feeling your energy deplete and your smile turn into a scowl ...ever since Harley came into bosses life...I feel so left out...he used to love my stupid jokes and 'annoying' company...now it's Harley this and Harley that...what about me?!...I've been with him before that witch came, ugh! I hate her!

You stomped outta the room, you walked down the hallway and tripped on the carpet causing the papers to spread out on the floor as you rushed to pick them up , you read that mista J wanted Frost to attack a upcoming gang called 'The Titan' to show them who the real king is...maybe this is a chance for you to finally show mista J how useful you could be! then he will start giving you attention, just like the good ole days!

So instead of giving Frost the papers, you sneak back towards your room , getting ready to ambush these fuckers, you brought your silencer gun, Iphone, time bombs (cause why not) and hide your knife on your thigh and decided to wear a black shirt, black legging and black creepers...ya know ya gurl gotta stay incognito!

You walked to the front door to be stopped by frost.

"Where are you going (Y/n)?" Frost eyebrows raised in suspicion.

"Well Frosty if ya wanna know sooo bad I'm going to get some damn tampons, cause Satan decided today was a great day to STAB MY GODDAMN VAGINA!" you screamed to make the lie believable.

Frost shook his head, taking a step to the side letting you leave, as you left the penthouse you skipped down the hallway going toward the elevator, making your way outside.Time to teach these Titan brats a lil lesson they'll never forget.

~Timeskip brought to you by The Joker in a broccoli onesie! (lowkey that would be so cute! )

Currently you was in a vent at the Titans warehouse, planting bombs in all areas of this shit hole, rat infested place you call a hideout and you heard a familiar voice, so you crawl slowly towards the vent opening to see who this person was.

"How come you guys can't get nothing right! all ya had to do was aim right at his skull and BANG! I could've been the Queen of Gotham without that angry fucker!"

Oh shit...is that Harley?! how could Harley betray mista J...he has been nothing but nice to her, well sometimes but he treats her better then me! that fucking hoe! you went in your pocket and grabbed your phone recording Harley's long rant towards mista J and you quickly sent it to Frost, to let him know what was going on but as you put your phone up the vent caved in, exposing you! and oh boy was you fucked, fighting wasn't your thing but escaping and shooting you 're pretty good at.

"What the fuck?! what is she doing here!" Harley yelled in a high pitch voice while pointing an accusing finger at you.

You groaned, quickly getting up while glaring at Harley "How could you betray mista J?! when he has been nothing but good to you!"

All Harley's henchmen where looking at her waiting to give the order.

Harley laughing mockingly at you "Him? good to me?! your fucking crazy, everytime I did something he'd hit me! I was his personal punching bag!"

You glared even harder , wanting to punch this bitch in the face."don't act like the vitcim now Harls , you knew how and who the Joker was before you came this so called 'personal punching bag' all you had to do was fucking leave, not fucking betray him."

Harley stepped towards you swiftly kicking you in the chest, knocking you down and causing blood to fill your mouth leaving you no choice but to spit it . "It's not betrayal hon...it's payback! and besides where criminals that's what we do!"

As Harley was talking you use this chance to kick her leg, causing her to yelp and fall you use this chance to use the smoke bomb mista J gave you for your eighteenth birthday and swiftly past by the goons and Harley.

"GET THAT BITCH!" Harley yelled while choking on the gas.

You speed off the ledge, feeling the force of the drop rush up from your legs to your spine, you stumbled toward the left down the hallway trying rush out the warehouse before the bombs went off but I guess you was to late cause the bomb finally exploded and the force off the eruption knock you off your feet causing you to black out....

Damn...I didn't even get to tell him I loved him...

Joker's POV

As soon as Frost showed me the video message (y/n) sent me of Harley's Betrayal, first I was a little hurt by what that bitch did to me...but what should I expect from a greedy bitch! then I was mad at (y/n) for not doing what I order ...now she may be in danger, and also I feel played for a fool for letting my toy think she could take my kingdom...were going to have to teach lil Harls a lesson! I'm so fucking pissed wait till I get my hands on these Titan fuckers and that whore!

I hit my fist at the roof of my Lambo in frustration, speeding through red lights, hitting some people along the way...oh well, they shouldn't have been in my way.

~Timeskip brought to you by Frosty posing french girl style saying "Bon appetit baby~" (LOL)

Finally we got to the location and I saw half the warehouse on fire, I felt and immediate rush to look for (Y/n) fearing she may have got hurt.

"FROST! GATHER THE MEN AND KILL ANYONE YOU SEE ALIVE, AND IF YOU GUYS SEE (Y/N) AND HARLEY BRING THEM BACK WITH US!" I yelled while rushing in the building only thinking about (y/n), angry slowly being replaced with worry.

I dashed in on the first floor, checking all the rooms as fast as I could, I growled and glared towards the left of the area I missed and ran cautiously toward the damaged hallway, and I spotted (y/n) and she looked fucked up.

"(Y/N)! doll are you alright! wakeup!" I ran toward her, picking her unconscious form up bridal style, and she seems to be mumbling something but I couldn't pick up what she said. I grabbed my cellphone with the other hand calling Frost while quickly leaving the are before it collapsed .

"GET YA ASS BACK TO MY LAMBO (Y/N) IS HURT AND CALL THE DOCTOR, SEND HIM TO ARE NEAREST HIDEOUT!"

As I was running out the windows in the warehouse was combusting from the heat and I knew we was running out of time, this building was going to be destroyed any minutes and I was kinda of proud of (y/n) for all this destruction she caused I never knew she had it in her I mostly only gave her simply task, I guess I underestimated her.

Seconds after escaping the building, it caved in and I knew it was time to go, cause I'm sure someone idiot called GCPD by now and I'm not looking to end up in Belle Reve again, so I dashed to the Lambo, sitting (y/n) on my lap, while Frost speed through lanes taking the most fastest route to one of my many hideouts.

"Are the Titans destroyed?" I asked Frost.

"Yes sir, we got rid of all that was in the area." Frost replied.

"Did you capture that whore?" I replied with venom lace in my voice.

"No, sorry boss we was too late Ivy saved Harley before we could capture her." frost replied nervously.

I growled, using my free hand to cock my gun and point it at Frost's temple "I'll let this slip up slide, but the next time I won't be so nice Frosty...oh and one more thing if I ever here any of ya say that bitch name outta ya mouth, don't be surprised when I put a bullet through ya skull, are.we.clear." I replied feeling my anger rise.

Frost gulped "yes sir."

I grunted in response "Now hurry up, so we can see what's wrong with my faithful sidekick!" I laughed at the name I gave her.

~Timeskip brought to you by Deadpool yelling CHIMICHANGAS!

We finally got to my least favorite hideout...well it use to be my favorite cause it reminded me of all the wild nights me and that bitch spent here and now that memory is a fucking pain in the ass.Currently I'm waiting for the doctor to tell me what's going on but this fucker is taking his sweet time, making me more worried and impatient as soon as I was about to storm in there the docter came out the room.

"So she is doing okay luckily nothing was fractured, just a few minor bruises and cuts, she should be fine after a day or so, but she does have a slight concussion so she may be out of it, If you wanna see her ...she is awake now just a little groggy."

I nodded and rushed to the room to find my lil sidekick, looking at me through half lids.

"B-boss is that you?" she asked.

"Yes doll, yours truly." I went and took a sit by her.

She shook her head and tears gather in her eyes, only confusing me more.

"Why are you crying (y/n)?" I said while awkwardly patting her shoulder.

"What do you mean yours truly...your not mine..you Harley's I-I y-you-"

I gritted my teeth on annoyance interrupting her confusing rant "me and Harley are done...I don't wanna hear about her ever again, you got that?"

(Y/N) blinked looking confused for a second but quickly looked relieved "good cause you deserve better...someone who will dote on ya when ya getting to reckless, someone who understands all ya flaws and love ya even more...someone who loves ya company no matter what."

I chuckled "and who may that be, cause if ya know give me her cell number, we may hit it off hahahaha!"

She glanced at me sadly "That person is me boss, I have loved you for 7 long years...but when you told me you was incapable of love, I gave up and decided I would be content with just being in your company...till you actually fell in love with that blonde psychiatrist...it felt like a kick in the chest when I saw you so happy with her but also it made me feel at peace to see your pretty blue eyes gleam with happiness, so I gave up again but when you started spending less time with me and more with that bitch, I felt hurt...cause I-I love you so much it hurts...I was suffering so much...so I thought if I take Frost mission...maybe just maybe you would give me some of ya time and attention...I didn't know I would found out Harley was betraying you...I'm s-sorry I ruined the only thing you could possibly love, this was all my fault!" (y/n) started sobbing even harder.

I was shocked and not many things surprised me...how could I have been so blind...I had the baddest bitch right in front of me and I decided to go for a whore who wanted to betray me...no one has ever said they wanted to see me happy...in most eyes I'm a fucking monster, so why does she feel this way?

"Why do you love me?" I asked trying to stop my voice from cracking.

She grabbed my hand "cause your the most charming, funniest and smartest person I have ever met the moment I laid my eyes on you...you became my new and only drug...I addicted to you...I love you...mista J

I honestly didn't know what to do with this feeling in my chest...but I suddenly felt an urge to kiss (Y/n)...as if this would answer (Y/n)'s questions...I knew my words wouldn't have came out right...so maybe she would understand me.

After we broke away for air, I smirked at (y/n)'s panting form "I hope this isn't the concussion that's making you say this stuff."

(Y/n) chuckled and hugged me "no it's not, I love you J always and forever."

I hugged (Y/n) back "I like ya too my sexy lil sidekick, I mean who else is going to make me a tasty chocolate cake."

You giggle at his joke, enjoying he could always find the humor in any situation...for sure he was your true love.

THE END.

PEACE and DESTRUCTION my lil lemonheads.

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