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Undying Love || Bucky

Character : Assasin!Bucky x Assasin!Reader

Words Count: 1,490

Summary: Bucky, a famed assassin, retired to his hometown after a mistaken cancer diagnosis. Unbeknownst to him, his nemesis followed him, determined to claim her place as the number one assassin.

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Bucky Barnes, the world's most feared assassin, felt a sinking dread as he read the words on the medical report: "Cancer." His life of shadows and violence had finally caught up to him. He decided to return to his quiet hometown, seeking solace in his childhood memories before the inevitable.

Little did Bucky know his nemesis, Y/N, had followed him. Clad in sleek leather and a steely gaze, she was determined to claim the title of "Number One Assassin" by taking him down. She shadowed Bucky relentlessly, a constant ghost reminding him of the fight he couldn't escape.

One day, Y/N finally cornered Bucky. Knives clashed, sparks flew, but Bucky's movements were sluggish, his strength sapped by the illness. He knew he needed to end this fight, but not with violence. A sudden idea struck him.

With a swift movement, Bucky closed the distance between them and kissed Y/N. The kiss was unexpected, electrifying, and disarmed Y/N completely.

"Why did you do that?" she sputtered, her cheeks flushed.

Bucky smirked. "You're my type, Y/N."

Y/N narrowed her eyes. "Don't try to charm your way out of this. You're not getting away with this, Bucky."

Bucky's smile faltered. "Please do," he whispered. "Release me from this misery."

His words made her caught off guard, she had never seen him give up this quick. "Are you alright?"

"I'm sick," he confessed, the words heavy on his tongue.

The revelation hung in the air, a bridge built between two sworn enemies. Y/N saw the pain and vulnerability beneath Bucky's hardened exterior.

From that day on, a fragile truce settled between them. Y/N, unable to bear watching him suffer, found herself becoming his caretaker.

As the days turned into weeks, Y/N's presence in Bucky's life became more than a duty. He looked forward to her visits, shared meals, and their quiet moments. He began to see her not just as his nemesis but as a woman who made him laugh, soothed his soul, and made him feel alive again.

One day, he gathered the courage and made an appointment for another checkup. He needed to know for sure. As he sat in the sterile waiting room, anxiety gnawed at him.

What if the results were the same?

What if he had less time than he thought?

The doctor finally called his name. Bucky felt his heart pound in his chest as he entered the room. The doctor's expression was grave, his voice solemn as he spoke.

"Mr. Barnes," the doctor began, "I have some good news. It appears there was an error in your previous tests. You do not have cancer."

Relief flooded Bucky's body, so intense it almost knocked him off his feet. He could breathe again, truly breathe. He had a second chance, a future to look forward to.

But amidst the joy, a new fear took root.

If Y/N found out, would she leave?

Would she feel betrayed, used, or lied to?

The thought was unbearable. The woman who had become his lifeline, his reason to smile, could vanish instantly.

So, Bucky made a choice. He kept the truth hidden. He returned home, a silent struggle raging within him. The joy of his health was tainted by the guilt of his deception.

He saw Y/N waiting for him, her eyes filled with concern. She had prepared his favorite meal, a small act of love that tore at his heart. He sat down, a mask of normalcy plastered on his face.

As they ate, he forced himself to smile, to laugh at her jokes, to pretend everything was fine. All the while, a part of him withered, the weight of his lie crushing him from the inside.

He knew he couldn't live like this forever. He had to tell her the truth, no matter the consequences. But until then, he would savor each moment with her, each stolen laugh, each shared sunset. He would hold onto the fragile peace she had brought into his life, even if it was built on a foundation of lies.

One day, Y/N stumbled upon a discarded medical report. The truth hit her like a bullet. Bucky wasn't sick. The doctor had read the wrong file.

Y/N was furious. She felt betrayed, lied to. But as she looked at him, sleeping peacefully in his bed, her anger melted away. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I'm so relieved you're healthy."

Bucky woke up to her touch. Guilt washed over him. He had been so afraid of losing her that he had kept the truth hidden.

Bucky felt tears prick his eyes. "I...I was afraid," he choked out. "I was afraid of losing you. I thought that if you knew the truth, you would leave me."

Y/N looked at him, her anger slowly melting away into understanding. "Bucky," she said softly, "why didn't you just tell me you were afraid? We could have faced it together."

Bucky shook his head. "I didn't want to burden you. You were already taking care of me, doing everything you could to help. I didn't want to add to your worries."

Y/N placed a hand over his. "Bucky," she said, her voice gentle but firm, "you are not a burden. You are the man I love. And I would do anything for you, anything at all."

Bucky looked into her eyes, his heart filled with gratitude and love. "I love you too, Y/N," he whispered. "More than words can express."

As their lips met, a tear escaped Y/N's eye, tracing a shimmering path down her cheek. Bucky felt it against his skin, a testament to the depth of her emotions. He chuckled softly, the sound warm and inviting.

"Funny," he murmured, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. "Who would have thought it would come to this? You, wanting to kill me, and now...saying you love me."

A playful glint entered Y/N's eyes. "Didn't you say I was your type?" she teased, rolling her eyes playfully.

Bucky grinned, his heart overflowing with a joy he had never known. He had faced death and lived in the shadows, but it was Y/N who had indeed shown him the light.

Bucky pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her like a warm embrace. Y/N leaned into his touch, her heart beating perfectly with his.

At that moment, they were two souls intertwined, their pasts forgotten, their future a blank canvas waiting to be painted with love and laughter.

-The End-

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riedswifts · 2 years

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AFTER HOURS

NOMAD!STEVE X READER

Warnings : smut, barley plot, oral (f receiving), praise, slight size kink, desk sex, slight breeding, fingering, steve has a bit of a mouth, fluff (at the end ), some dumbification.

Summary : you and steve seem to have a mix of tensions and the top one being hate, but a night alone in the tower shows what the real problem is.

Word count: 2.8k

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Everyone had left out with their significant others, or friends or family. Nat had begged you to come but you kindly declined. Being on a long-standing mission, and nearly being on the brink of death literally- being an assassin and hanging off a building by a falling building is tiring. You also weren’t expecting some things and were worn out to the max.

You were under the impression everyone had left. Except Jarvis of course but that was a computer system. So you had no reason to wear full clothes and being a trained assassin leaves you in shape so you thought you’d be fine. Leaving your personal huge room in nothing but a black widow t-shirt and a pair of panties, no bra either, you just explored the tower in its glory during the night hours.

It was stunning to say the least and not to brag but you had one of the best views. Tony made sure your room had a floor to ceiling window with a space in it to go on the balcony that overlooked the city’s lights. It was payment in a way, you had nearly died saving his life quite a few times and even if he didn’t admit it you were his favorite on the team.

You had decided that you would go out on the very ledge thor and loki fought on. You had quickly snagged a bottle of any alcohol you could snag without stopping and made your way outside. You sat near the ledge but not fully on it. Your ankles hanging off the edge as you sat with your legs stretched out.

You held up the bottle and glanced at it ‘Daviun vodka’ you didn’t care for brands but this one seemed ok and the flavor was watermelon. So you popped off the top and set it beside you as you rested back on your elbows taking a swig and staring at the bottle after before shrugging with a satisfied hum.

You just relaxed not registering the sound of someone getting closer. It was a rare moment when you let your guard down but after all you had asked JARVIS prior to this if any one was here and the damn shit said no. Someone stood behind you and you slightly stiffened.

Without moving you acted clueless before in seconds you stood up and stunned the person as you broke the handle off the vodka and managed to flip them over onto their back holding the jagged edge to their throat. Bored blue eyes stared back at you with the upmost annoyed face.

You scoffed standing up completely forgetting your attire. You didn’t bother sticking your hand out to help him up, you just grabbed the bottle and started walking inside. You heard him scoff in disbelief but you didn’t care, he was a grade A dick after all- only to you- that was.

“Why are you here? Have no friends to go out with?” He asked trailing you inside. You rolled your eyes making a dramatic annoyance sound. “Do you?“ You shot back, it was a fifth grade response but you didn’t care in the slightest.

“Fifth grade response, Cute.” He said sarcastically and you with to cut his beard off and his throat but tony and natasha agreed no killing the super solider. stupid rules.

“What do you want steve?” You asked putting the bottle back, you started walking and made an abrupt turn into the small room. The one where everyone had sat and watched as they replayed a video of wanda accidentally destroying a building and killing people. It was empty, lights off, chairs pushed in.

You always came to watch TV in here because the projected screen was cooler to you. After all you didn’t have electronics until you escaped the red room with natasha. Steve still followed you in there but you ignored him as you picked up the projector remote.

Sitting on the table you slid back leaving from your knees down hanging off the table as he grumbled that you were ignoring him. “Do you have anything better to do than I don’t know..annoy me?” You asked rolling your eyes.

His eyes seemed to finally take in your appearance and you had neglected the fact that your nipples would poke through the thin t-shirt due to the coldness. His eyes darkened for a moment before he sharply directed his state to the screen. “Just genuinely curious as to what a looser like you decided to do when they’re alone.”

Your head snapped in his direction. “Oh fuck off steve.” You scoffed. Deciding to press play on the movie but before you could the remote was snatched out of your hand and you glared at him as he tossed it aside.

He stood right in front of you and you scooted backwards. Your eyes narrow in on him as he licked his lips running a hand over his beard. “What’s your fucking problem?” You asked extremely annoyed your night was ruined by the captain himself.

Though there was the faint throb between your legs that made you wanna stab your eyes out, how dare your own body betray you like that.

After the question left your mouth his eyes snapped back up to yours. His hair was slightly slicked back but looked like he had laid down in it because a few pieces had fell out. He paused staring at you making you slightly shiver. He saw the way your thighs slightly shifted to squeeze, the way your nipples poked through the thing t-shirt. He could faintly see the lace of your panties, he stared at you for a long moment.

Suddenly he grabbed your Ankle pulling you forward making you slid until you were right in front of him a mere inch from his nose as his hands rested on either side of you. “You see, my problem is, i can’t decide if i hate your guts or maybe it’s the frustration of not being able to rearrange them.”

Your eyebrows raised as your breathing sped up a bit. His eyes swapped between your eyes and lips, then they locked on your eyes maintaining eye contact as you felt the coldness of his avengers ring against your knee.

“Well then, maybe that’s a theory we need to test out.” You said as his hand slid up more leaving a trail of goosebumps before gripping your leg tightly. He smirked at how reactive you were to his touch.

He hummed before leaving you curious as he removed his hands. Suddenly they where on the curves on your ass pushing you flush against him, as if it was natural your legs spread allowing the bulge in his pants to press right against your now dampened panties.

Your back arched as you looked up at him and his lips crashed into yours, it wasn’t passionate, and soft- no. It was bruising, full of dominance and emotion. Obviously the fight for domination still stood and as an assassin you weren’t gonna give up.

However when his hands gripped your hips and rolled your hips against his you let out an involuntary humiliating moan. That allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth and when he squeezed your ass he let you know, he had won.

You pulled away from him to breathe as you guys started at each other panting. His forehead came to rest against yours before laying you on the empty mahogany desk. He kissed you again bruising like as your hands started to wonder you tugged at his shirt and without disconnecting his lips from yours he took it off.

His hands slid up under your shirt cupping your breast and ran his thumbs over the hardened peaks. When your back arched it caused you to accidentally grind against him and this time you both moaned. He bit your lip before letting it go and kissing down your neck.

He sucked and bit making sure to suck each piece of smooth skin he could find. One of his hands pulled out from your shirt and cupped the back of your neck pulling you up before he pulled the shirt swiftly over your head.

He stared at you for a moment. “God, you’re stunning.” He whispered and before you could comprehend what was going on his mouth had latched on to your nipple sucking and slightly biting it making you moan.

He laid you back down and your mind fogged as you unbuckled his belt. However before you could do more he had grabbed both of your hands stopping his attacks on your boobs.

He pulled both your arms above your head and smirked down at your face, you looked stunning. Hair spread out and marks forming on your neck stopping above your breast. Your lips were swollen and bruised. He adored this sight.

God, he wish he had figured this out sooner, that instead of bitching he just actually fucked you. He didn’t think he’d find anything more addicting after seeing you in this state.

He kissed down your body stopping at the hem of your panties and deciding he was to impatient he tore them off making you whine. “i’ll buy you new ones.” He muttered as he got on his knees hooking his arms around your thighs. His hand pushing your stomach down.

You shivered as you felt the cold air of the tower directly on your bare pussy. Without a warning he shoved his face between your legs licking from your hole to your clit, the sensation made you gasp as your back arched.

“fuck!”

Steve groaned hearing the words fall out of your mouth. His tongue switched from sucking your clit to dipping his tongue in and out of you making you squirm. He looked up at you mouth and chin coated in slick. “Do not move your hands.”

Your brows furrowed as you continued to pant. “Wh-mmhh.” Your words turned into a soft moan when you felt one of his thick fingers slide in and bottom out. Your eyes pinched shut and your back arched off the table.

His other finger slid in as well and you tried to close your legs but he pulled them further apart. He watched your expression as he pulled them out almost fully before slamming them back in and curling them. He groaned and nearly came in his pants at the sight of you.

“Such a good girl for me.” He muttered before attaching his lips to your clit again and sucked on it whilst moving his fingers in and out. He Felt you tighten around him and couldn’t wait to see how you feel on his cock.

You were panting and babbling words of his name and please. What really sent you over the edge is when he sucked your clit with his teeth grazing it as he pumped his fingers harder curling them as your fingers locked him in.

Your orgasm crashed over you making your mind fog and your head limp to the side as pathetic whimpers left your plump and less swollen lips. He didn’t seem to care much that you had came all over his face because he kept sucking and licking up every last bit of cum.

You panted as you reached for his pants trying to tug them down as you recovered from your orgasm. When steve had finally freed his cock you assumed your face said it all because his chuckle was dark, taunting like.

He parted your legs again and you tried to close them but he roughly grabbed them pulling you closer to him but you let out a whimper when his huge side rubbed against your sensitive clit.

He made a mock frown face at you. “C’mon now sweetheart, be a good girl and take it for me, hmm?” He said as he massaged your breast with one hand and stroked himself. You nodded now desperate as the ache returned between your legs.

He let the tip slip in and he saw your face completely washed with pleasure. Brows furrowed, parted mouth, marks fully developed, and sweat beading your forehead. Without warning he pushed the rest of his way in and you gasp as he groaned.

You were used to sex of course you’ve had sex before but nobody was this big before. The intrusion felt good but the small sting was there lingering but it only added to the pleasure. “If you don’t stop squeezing’ me i’m gonna fucking cum.”

You relaxed around him and he groaned in relief. You felt more heavenly then he ever could’ve thought. He leaned down and captured your lips with his before thrusting with force and when he lifted one of your legs higher and he lifted your hips your eyes rolled back when he hit the spot that had you screaming his name.

“Look at you.” He said panting as he continued to thrust. “Takin it like such a good fucking girl.” With each word his thrust got harder and it made the breath get caught in your throat.

You grabbed his face kissing him harshly and he moaned into your mouth fueling the tightening in your lower stomach already. Suddenly he dropped you legs pushing them on the desk making them bend as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

His thrust slowed to deep strokes. “You feel me, hmm?” He said and you moaned when he hit the spot inside you that had you babbling like a dumb person. Suddenly you felt the most unexplainable feeling.

It was like the tightness got tighter but mixed with a load of pleasure. You whimpered at the feeling as steve pushed his hand down harder on your lower tummy. “you feel that.” he panted as he thrusted again. “That’s how deep i am inside of you…”

“ohmygodohmygod.” was all you could babble as he pressed harder making the coil tighten up. “Steve- i’m gonna-“ He shut you up by kissing you as the hand that was pressing the bulge moved to your clit. “Do it, be a good girl and cum all over my cock.” He whispered as his thrust did not slow down.

He suddenly put his other hand behind your neck making you look down at his cock slipping in and out of you. “fuck- you see that?” He said as he kept moving in and out. Your hand was holding his wrist as his hand was behind your neck.

“C’mon- fuck!.” Steve said when you clenched harder around him. “give it to me.” he muttered as you laid back down and his fingers pinched and rolled your clit and he rubbed in a fast motion causing the coil to snap, your orgasm rushing over you like a tidal wave.

You blanked out for a moment, as black spots filled your vision and you’re pretty sure you said steve more times than any avenger had over the past years. You were moaning, sweaty, dazed and fucked out. Just how he wanted.

You got pulled back down when he kept running you and you whined tryna pull away. “to much.” you muttered and he mocked a frown. “Awe is my baby to fucked out? Look at you all dumb and can barley speak a full sentence.” He said and you moaned as he hit your over worked spot.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me cum inside of you hmm? Gonna fill you all up.” He muttered and you nodded. “Please- please cum inside of me.” your voice was hoarse and he held onto you tightly as his head went to your neck and you felt his thrusts getting sloppy before you felt ropes of cum deep inside you.

His head laid on your chest arms your arms circled his shoulder both of you laying there while his hands wrapped around you. He was slowly moving his hips pushing the thick cum into you deeper.

“Mr. Rogers? are you alright your heart rate seems exceptionally high? You as well Miss.” Steve who was Resting between your bare breasts chuckled making you smile.

“Oh i see Mr. Stark and the rest of them have returned. They’re parking.” Jarvis said and steve looked at you lifting you up as he looked at the cum mess on the table.

“Jarvis how much time do we have?” you asked as steve held you legs wrapped around his waist and due to the serum it was easy for him to hold your short frame up with one hand.

“Well five minutes starting now.” You and steve chuckled as you hopped down and cleaned the cum mess and he gathered your guys clothes.

“Good?” You asked fixing the chairs and everything. Steve nodded and Held his arm out and you jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist as he snuck out the room and ran up the stairs to his floor and shut the door.

“Guys?! Did you guys murder each other?”

That was all you heard from downstairs, before you guys bursted into giggles.

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flumet · 3 months

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Winter Soldier Bucky falls for Tony who he was supposed to kill.

"You thawed my frozen heart and made me feel alive again"

#winter soilder #bucky barnes #tony stark #iron man #mcu #marvel #moodboard #mcu moodboard #ironwinter #tonybucky #bucktony #winteriron #bucky barnes x tony stark #recovery #enemies to lovers #marvel moodboard #assasin #flumet moodboard

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kayena1 · 2 months

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Used to it|pt1

Hi! I got an idea for a story. I just finished watching all of John Wick movies and i really wanted to write about it. This story will be a crossover with avengers. I will try to make it as interesting as I can.

Alina was a baby that wasn’t supposed to be born. She wasn’t planed an accident. The girl was a child born to Natasha Romanoff before the red room sterilised her. (For the sake of the story let’s say she was 18-20)

For a mission she needed to sleep with a man named John Wick. It was a surprise to her that she was with child. She despite all the hardships was happy about the child. After the birth of Alina Natasha changed. She needed to take care of the baby and train and as a result she blamed her child for her hard life.

On the day when she escaped the red room she tracked down John Wick and dropped off the girl on his doorstep on a rainy night. She was 3 years old at that time.

“You will meet a man he is your father, knock on the door and hand him the letter I gave you do you understand” Natasha said those words coldly.

Alina didn’t understand why her mother is leaving her but she knew she didn’t have the right to ask and the only thing she did was give a simple nod. As soon as the girl did the mother walked to her car and drove away.

The child was confused, scared and anxious. Alina turned around and knocked on the door softly wondering if someone will come. The girl heard the lock of the door unlock and the door was opened.

There stood a tall man giving her a questioning look. She was scared. Remembering her mother’s words she quickly put out the letter for him to take. The man took the letter.

“Come inside” He told the child seeing her trembling from the cold. Alina did as he told and stood in the little corner by the door as if not to disturb him.

John sat on the ground legs crossed as he unfolded the letter and started reading it.

The letter told him about the girl being his daughter, about the night when they met. It didn’t say anything as to why the child is here.

John sighted before standing up and going to the girl before he crouched down to her height.

“So you’re my daughter huh?” Ha said before placing his hand on her head patting it.

“What’s your name?” He asked the girl gently trying to not to scare her too much.

“I’m Alina… just Alina” The girl said quietly. John picked up the girl holding her as if she was glass.

“From today you will be Alina Jovonovich Wick” He said.

“Two last names?” Alina asked curiously.

“Yeah” John answered with a little smile on his face.

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So this is kind of like a prologue. If people will like it I might continue it. Please tell me your opinion on this.😊

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cleabellanov · 2 months

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Budapest: we finally get to know what happened!

Well, not oficially, and certainly not in the near future. However, that doesn't stop fans (me) from having movie concepts (this post) for fun and entertainment (it's consuming my time and I fantasize about seeing it in the cinema). But moving on...

Black Widow III: Budapest

Oh and if you're feeling confused, this is preceeded by Black Widow II: Into the winter mist, also on this blog

The intro is similar to the one of the first Black Widow movie: images roll as if we were watching a documentary, not a Marvel movie. Everyone is dead silent. This is rated R, another sign it's going to be dark.

With her mind made up to end the Red Room once and for all, and given the only chance to do so by Clint Barton sparing her life, Natasha plans on blowing up the building Dreykov is in. This can happened only after his daughter, Antonia, steps in. Facing a great moral conflict, Clint doesn't accept at first. However, he understands Natasha will complete her job in Budapest with or without his help, so they end up working together.

The scenes used to show the explosion are the same ones we saw in Black Widow.

On a smoky rooftop, Natasha and Clint catch their breath, with the city sprawling below. They are bloodied and bruised, trying to find an escape. Soon, a Red Room assasin whose identity remains hidden catches up to them. They work together, showcasing their distinct combat styles and growing trust.

They have to hide in air ducts for almost one week, because that's how long it took for the Red Room to lose their trace. Natasha takes this as a great success. She believes Dreykov and his daughter to be dead, even though they aren't.

Finally, weakened and in need for rest, they arrive at a hidden safehouse. They discuss their options. Natasha suggests contacting a former Red Room contact, a woman named Yulia, who might know escape routes. This is a new character we've never seen before, but heard of several times in the previous movie. She is the same woman that helped her and Bucky Barnes remain together for so long, until the separation that occured with her last mission, and the only one that would count: Budapest. She knew there was no way back now. Nothing of this is said out loud to Clint.

Clint expresses reservations, fearing S.H.I.E.L.D. may not accept them after defying orders. He also reveals internal conflict about leaving his loyalty behind. In a moment of carelessness, he also mentions the code name Mockingbird, which Natasha recognises from her former missions. She doesn't know of the connection the woman has with Clint, though.

They ultimately decide to trust Yulia, recognizing their need for help.

Meeting her in a bustling Budapest café, they learn about a covert extraction point arranged by an unknown benefactor. Hesitantly, they agree, aware of the risks. The journey to the extraction point involves tense encounters with Red Room agents and Budapest's criminal underworld. We see a lot of flashbacks from both Clint's and Natasha's past.

Reaching the extraction point, the benefactor is revealed to be Nick Fury, who was observing them from the shadows. He offers Natasha a deal: join S.H.I.E.L.D. and use her skills against threats like the Red Room in exchange for protection and a new identity.

Her choice is disrupt by a Red Room attack. In the ensuing chaos, she confronts a former trainer, reveal ing the Red Room's true reach and sinister objectives. She is given one last choice to stay by their side, as she always had. The one speaking is no other than Melina. Natasha looks for Yelena in the other widows, but she isn't there.

"I never wanted to be your agent" she says to them, in English, altough she was adressed in Russian. "But I can become your worst mistake".

In a burst of action, the fight begins again. Yulia sacrifices herself, offerings the others a chance to escape.

Leaving Budapest on a S.H.I.E.L.D plane, changed by everything that happened, Natasha accept Fury's offer, haunted by ghosts of her past but determined to forge a new path.

The closing scenes show Maria Hill, adressing one intriguing question to Clint and Natasha.

"Have you ever heard about the Avengers initiative?"

#marvel #black widow #movie concept #fanmade #clint barton #hawkeye #natasha romanoff #nick fury #maria hill #budapest #agents of shield #i feel like actually writing a fic about this lmao #fanfiction #mcu #the winter soldier #buckynat

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blueseasfanfics · 2 years

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Cows Don't Fly

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Description: You and Bucky have been irritating each other ever since Sam introduced the both of you. But when you're walking home alone after a party, Bucky decided to intrude on your territory.

Fluffy!

A/N: I know I'm mainly a Loki fanfic blog, but after watching FWS for the fifth time I've just fallen in love with Bucky even more. So. Get ready for a lot like these. Hope you like! Requests and Ko-Fi open.

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It was a club. You hate clubs, but Sam asked you to come.

Sadly, he also asked Bucky.

Sam’s family wanted to get out and have some (really loud) fun, and knowing that you never leave your apartment, Sam wanted to invite you. You came solely for him. He didn’t tell you that he also somehow convinced the greasy metal-armed guy that he always hangs around with.

You shove a strange man's hand off your waist and start walking to the bar on the other side of the club.

Rationally you know you and Bucky share a lot in common. Maybe too much. How many PTSD -riddled murderous assasin friends does Sam have? It’s a problem.

But in actuality, you can’t stand him. He flashes a smile but it always looks fake and forced. He strictly never talks to you unless he’s made to and it always devolves into you both insulting each other. He says he finds you too pretty for your own good, whatever that means. It made you blush anyway, which made you hate him more.

Too late, you notice that he’s at the bar. You connect eyes and he retreats into the shadows and just stands there, glowering.

At this point, you usually just give each other space. It keeps Sam happy and arguments down.

You yell for a whiskey sour over the music and turn your head to look at Sam. He’s dancing with Sarah, who is definitely beating him if this was a competition, and you chuckle. You feel a tap on your shoulder and get handed two drinks. Your whiskey sour and a…cosmo?

You flash a confused eyebrow to the bartender and he points to a random guy on the other side of the bar. You roll your eyes, taking only your order and sipping it as you leave for the wall to get away from him.

By accident, you go exactly where Bucky was. As in, exactly. You step on his feet and stumble, falling into his chest. He smells like cedarwood and his shirt is old cotton, you feel some thinning threads as you grab onto his waist to catch yourself.

“Jesus Christ, it’s a huge place, you just had to come here?” You can hear him clearly when you’re this close.

“Maybe if you weren’t hiding in the shadows like freaking Batman, I could have avoided being within five feet of you.” You mutter back and push yourself off his chest, running one hand down the front of your dress and sipping with the other.

“I am nothing like that goth crybaby.” He seems actually insulted.

“Actually, you are a carbon copy of the guy. Half the time I’m expecting you to go into some long rant about needing to save New York from itself or whatever.”

“This is just actually insulting. You get worse when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“You ordered two drinks at once. You left one back there, by the way.”

“What? You think I really drink cosmos?”

“I don’t know what the hell you drink.”

“Why are we still talking?”

‘“You’re the one breaking the territory rule.”

“Territory rule? What are we, in high school? I’m not allowed to go to the gym but the parking lot is all mine?”

“Very accurate. You can never play dodgeball again.”

“Ok, that’s too far.” You glance up as you take a sip to see him quickly smile but then cough and cover it up with his fist.

You feel a slight chill down your spine. This smile wasn’t all teeth, it was cocked and awkward, like he wasn’t expecting to smile and it came out without his say-so. It was the only real one you’ve seen him make in…ever.

You look back down at your shoes and take a big gulp of your drink. You need to get out of here.

“So who’s cosmo is it?” He yells over the music before you can get away. You roll your eyes and nod your head towards the guy from earlier. You can still feel him staring at you, his dark eyes trying to burn a hole in your cheek.

“He looks irritating.” Bucky mutters and you nod.

“I’m gonna go home. Tell Sam that I loved coming out. I don’t think I can get to him right now.” You both look over at the usually put-together man with his shirt half open and trying to breakdance on the dance floor. He’s failing miserably.

“Yeah.” Is all Bucky can say before you finish your drink and leave it on a table on the way to the coat check. You glance back to see Bucky is talking to Sam. Sam is looking confused but nods, and you wonder what that’s about. Not too much though, because you can’t find your ticket.

The attendee smiles sadly at you, and taps to the sign saying ‘no ticket, no coat’.

Damn. Your knives were in there. Whatever, it’s a short walk. In September, but still.

You regret not looking for the coat more when you step outside. You can walk in heels, but it’s not fun when you’re already shivering after five minutes.

The sky is beautiful though, and the whiskey sours are starting to really get to you. You stumble into a brick wall nearby, and feel hands grab your waist again. You turn your head to see the same guy from earlier. His eyes have a void behind them, and his grip is getting painful.

“Get the hell off of me.” You elbow him in the chest but he just grunts and smiles.

“Come home with me.” He leans close and whispers in your ear, and you can smell the beer on his breath. You put your arm at his throat, pushing him away and finally breaking his hold on you.

You walk as fast as you can away from him but stumble once you hit cobblestone, and as you slow down you feel a shove to your side that knocks you into the side of a building.

It’s him again, and his arms are on either side of you, pinning you to the wall. There is no more void now, just anger. You can’t help but feel a slight twinge of fear as you reach for your heel.

Before you can though, he’s gone.

Trying to focus in the dark, you see the man coughing violently on the ground, holding his throat. Above him stands a tall figure with…a glint of metal.

“Seriously Bucky? I don’t need to be saved.” You mutter, turning and walking away as fast as you can. Not fast enough, as he catches up to you in just a few strides.

“Didn’t seem like it.”

“You didn’t even let me knife him.”

“Knife him? One, you left your coat back at the check, and two, knife isn’t a verb.”

“I didn’t have my ticket, for one thing. And,” You stop for a second and with lack of wall, hold onto his arm as you lift a foot. You grab the heel of your stiletto and slowly pull out a thin weapon that shines in the light, and quickly take it out of the other shoe as well.

“See? Knives. And flats.” You start walking again and he rolls his eyes.

“I’m not sure shoes work like that.”

“Just let me walk alone. I don’t need you knowing where I live.”

“I already know where you live.”

“I’m going to point out that that sentence makes you sound worse than that guy.” You motion back and seeing him get up out of the corner of your eye, you swivel and throw. You both hear a yelp of pain as it connects to your target's leg, and you smile.

“Nice shot for a drunk girl.”

“Obviously not drunk.”

“You’re stumbling.”

“You try walking on heels without actual heels.”

“I told you shoes don’t work like that.”

“Shut up Bucky.”

He chuckles. You snap your head up to look at him. He’s smiling again, the real one, and it makes your defenses fall.

“You should smile more.” You finally mutter.

“Ok, now you sound like the creep.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Make me.”

You catch his eyes, and he looks…flushed. He coughs awkwardly and speeds up.

“Hey! Wait up. Jesus christ, can’t I just have a nice walk?” You groan and he rolls his eyes.

“You’re literally shivering, let me just get you home.”

“Just go back to the club, Bucky, I’ll be fine. It’s a block. I’d rather not run all the way there right now.”

“No. I already told Sam I’m going home.”

“Don’t you live the complete opposite way?”

“Oh, now who’s the stalker?”

“My god, you’re the worst.”

“Same goes for you.”

You cross your arms as you walk, half out of frustration and half trying to keep warm. You both stay in silence for a few minutes before you feel something heavy draped across your shoulders.

“Are you kidding me?” You say, but admit to yourself that the warmth is making you feel better.

“Just shut up and take the damn jacket. Don’t rip it either, it’s leather.”

“You rip the sleeve off half the time.”

“You try jumping out of an airplane with a full leather jacket. Cow wasn’t meant to fly.”

You can’t help but laugh, loudly. It takes him by surprise, judging by the smile on his face as he looks at you.

“That was the dumbest sentence I think I’ve ever heard.”

“You’re welcome, I guess.”

“This isn’t even real cow leather.”

“I know.”

Silence for a couple more minutes. Eventually, you end up at your building. You take off his jacket and hold it out to him.

“To cover your arm.”

“Don’t worry about my arm.”

“I thought you hated people seeing it.”

“It’s three a.m.”

“Then take it because it’s cold. Why do you want me to keep your jacket, I’m home.”

He opens his mouth but closes it after a couple stutters. Eventually he takes it.

“Thanks.” Is all he says as he shrugs it on.

“...thanks to you too.”

“Thought you could take care of yourself.”

“Do you want the thanks or not?”

“I’ll take it.”

After a second of hesitation, you hold out your hand. He looks at it, confused.

“Truce.” You cough out, and you push your hand closer to him.

Eventually he shakes it. His skin is warm to the touch, with calluses that you can feel even through your frozen fingers. His grip was softer than you imagined. It takes a couple seconds for you to break away. He’s left there, seeming as if he was going to hold on for longer.

“Good night.” He turns and walks away, leaving you on your building's doorstep.

You dream of running through a cedar forest that night.

—-----

There’s a plastic bag outside your door that morning. You tried looking out the peephole when you heard the knock on the door, but there was no one in the hall.

Opening it, you find your jacket and the heel-dagger you had left in the man.

Plus, a blue post-it. A number.

You program it on your phone immediately.

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