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pokimoko · 1 year

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summer winter reading/writing/arting tag

Thank you so much for tagging me @thealterscrolls in your post, you know I love an excuse to overshare about things I like and/or are working on. Though, I'll be nice and keep each list to a maximum of 8 cause otherwise I would go overboard and that would make this already long post longer than necessary. Alright, let's get into it:

Describe one creative WIP project you're planning to work on over the summer: No summer for me for a while but hey, winter for me personally is a great time to work on stuff cause excursions outside the house are at a minimum, and I don't have to feel bad about being inside all day when the sun's already going down at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Anyway, I'm hoping to work on my In the Absent Place prequel slash companion fic focusing on Jake and the events that lead into that story. It's been an idea I've wanted to do for months and I have indeed started on it but I keep getting distracted from it by other ideas and fandoms (and also working on zine fics). But I do want to finish it. I also have a fic for The Owl House and one for Wolf 359 that I keep coming back to (aka the fics that have been distracting me), so we'll see if I ever get round to finishing those.

Recommend a book: When it comes to reading books, I am both very easily entertained (I rarely give out 1 or 2 stars) and extremely reserved with what I consider a great book, to me at least. I have given only a few books 5 stars. These are those few books: • 'Project Hail Mary' by Andy Weir • 'Piranesi' by Susanna Clarke • 'Loveless' by Alice Oseman • 'Radio Silence' by Alice Oseman • 'Elatsoe' by Darcie Little Badger • 'Good Omens' by Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett • 'The Witch's Heart' by Genevieve Gornichec • 'His Dark Materials' series by Philip Pullman

Recommend a fic: There are so many great fics I've read that are lost to time because I'm stupid and rarely bookmark stuff (it's that same 5 star problem, y'see). But here's some I have bookmarked or remember really liking: • 'Mens Rea' by yellow_caballero (Moon Knight) • 'the dotted line' by zippe (Moon Knight) • 'An Evolving Situation' by whiskyrunner (Moon Knight, ongoing) • 'Puddlejumping' by Davechicken (Moon Knight) • 'Misguided Ghosts' by petrichorishly (Lucifer) • 'Thermotemporal Equations' by blinkytreefrog (Captain America) • 'No Echo' by sh0rtwave (Wolf 359) • 'you were the song that i'd always sing, you were the light that fire would bring' by rnelody (The Owl House)

Recommend Music: I like listening to a lot of genres, but I think indie pop is probably my go-to, so pretty much all of these will fall under that. Here are some of the songs I've really been enjoying lately: • 'Word to the Trees' by whatever mike • 'Christmas in June' by AJR • 'Kelly Time' by Owl City • 'Bite Down (Bastille vs. HAIM)' by Bastille • 'Jigsaw' by Conan Gray • 'Bloody! Bloody!' by Junie & TheHutFriends • 'Serotonin' by girl in red • 'Talking to Myself' by Will Jay

Share one piece of advice: Nothing you learn is a waste of time. Nothing. Doesn't matter how obscure or pointless it feels like it is, everything comes in handy some way or another eventually (and, hey, even if it doesn't, it can still be fun to have that knowledge). So learn! Learn whatever you want, however big or small. Learn that fictional language or lore from your favourite story. Learn about a show you've never watched from an hour long video essay. Learn about that obscure historical event you found in a Wikipedia rabbit hole at 2AM. Learn not because you have to but because you want to and because you're interested. Because no time is ever wasted when you've gained something new.

That's it for me. I'll tag @pizzee, @yellowocaballero, @theophagism, and @mockspector. Consider it my not-so-sneaky way to learn about your projects and/or favourite books/fics. ;)

#tag game #my stuff #personal #book recs #fic recs #song recs #long post #this piece of poki advice brought to from that one time in highschool that:#a) i spent a week and bit learning how to read/write in cyrillic because i liked bucky barnes and I wanted to write/say the code words #in russian (and yes I still vaguely remember how to do that; can I speak or understand russian outside of that though? haha nope)#and b) learnt the origin of the word 'robot' for a sci-fi story I was wrting for one of english classes which hardly helped with writing it #both of which came together to help me on a visual arts exam when the artwork i had to examine had 'robota' written in cyrillic #that single moment made me realise that knowledge and random facts have funny ways of helping you at the most unexpected times #so now i don't feel bad for going down rabbit holes or for learning about things that don't have any apparent practical use #also researching stuff is fun i'm sorry i'm a nerd #and yes before you ask 'radio silence' by alice oseman was 50% of the inspiration behind the itap(listening to silence on the radio) title #it's on my bookshelf. i looked at it. went hm. okay. i think i can work with that

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mjolnirswriststrap · 4 months

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Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Masterlist

Word Count: 1,635

Summary: You being obsessed with Bucky and watching him every day during meetings, lingering around too long when you see him, all because of a dumb tiktok you saw late one night.

Warnings: 18+, f!masturbation, oral m!receiving, worshipping the man that is Bucky Barnes.

A/N: i saw this on tiktok and couldn’t help myself, imagine what’s your fantasy by Ludacris, ‘I wanna lick you from your head to your toes’

It was late and you had work in the morning. You shouldn’t be mindlessly scrolling through tiktok, your eyes were starting to burn from the leds that lit up your face. You told yourself five more minutes, that ended up turning into forty five. With one last swipe of your thumb your eyes read the words on the screen.

“You can look at any object and your tongue already knows what it would feel like to lick it”

Your brain starts rapid firing. You look around the objects in your dark room. For the most part it was true. You could feel the cool clay surface of the lamp on your bedside table, the rubber nubs on your tv remote.

You shut your phone off, laying it facedown underneath your pillow. You move to lay on your back and when your eyes close you see black vibranium. The words dance in the back of your mind. You weren’t shy on the fact you had a crush on the super soldier, but you never thought about him this way.

The thought of running your tongue down his neck, you could feel his stubble tickling you. You felt a chill run over you and your nipples hardened. You could almost taste the sweat if you thought about it hard enough.

You run your hand across your stomach, slipping your fingers in your underwear. You fantasized about every part of Bucky you could lick. But you could only picture one, his bionic arm.

Sure you’d thought about him pressing you up against a wall with it, holding you down, squeezing you tight enough to leave bruises. But you’d never touched yourself at the thought of cold metal running over your tongue.

You use your left hand to finger fuck yourself, giving it a taste test. When your fingers entered your mouth you imagined Bucky, spreading your pussy open then shoving his fingers down your throat. You push your fingers harder on your tongue, holding your jaw tightly, it helped when you closed your eyes and imagined it was metal. You came fast, not being able to stop your right hand from stimulating yourself.

You run to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and cleaning yourself up. You don’t know what came over you, you got desperate, doing anything to make it feel real. You look at yourself in the mirror, you can’t meet your own eye, instead you focus on the tiny bruise forming under your chin, in the shape of your thumb.

You wake up early the next morning, needing to apply more makeup than usual to hide your late night activity. You found yourself staring at Bucky during the morning debrief, taking in every detail of his face, neck and hair. The man dressed like a swat team member at all times, revealing nothing. He gloved his hands, even here, where everyone knows and accepts him.

You found him in the kitchen later that day, glove free. He was setting a mug down in the sink, when you walked in. “Hey.” You say, not wanting to make things awkward. “Hi.” He says, in a customer service kind of way. Like he’s only saying it to be cordial. You open the fridge and fish out your lunch that you brought, a chicken salad, it was your go to for an effortless lunch.

You make yourself comfortable at the counter, chomping away at the lettuce that filled the plastic container. You watched him as he washed the dishes remaining in the sink. You smile to yourself, he’s such a gentleman.

You tentatively watch as his vibranium hand holds on to the dishes. It’s fluid, no robotic tics in his fingers. You know your eyes were locked on him for too long when he clears his throat. “You taking notes on how to wash dishes?” He says, meticulously drying off the gleaming metal.

“Sorry.” You say, averting your gaze from him. You stare at the slices of grilled chicken, not feeling hungry anymore. You got caught red handed.

“That wasn’t an answer.” He says, laying the hand towel on the counter, putting his hands on his hips. “I saw you this morning too.”.

Your breath hitches, he doesn’t know about last night, he couldn’t, you needed to relax yourself and try to lie your way out of this. “I wasn’t staring at you, I’ve just been zoned out a lot lately.” You hope that works.

Bucky nods his head, “That makes sense, or at least it would, if I couldn’t sense how tense you are. That’s the opposite of zoned out. I heard your heart beating faster when I turned around. You’re in the moment, not your head.” He reads you like a book.

You don’t know what to say, do you spill every detail or do you just admit to your school girl crush. You meet his eyes “I just think you’re cute Bucky. Is that a crime?” You laugh, you couldn’t feel your face since all of the blood rushed to it. You close your salad, placing it back into the fridge. “You caught me.” You raise up your hands defensively.

Bucky doesn’t react, almost as if he doesn’t believe you. Even though you didn’t lie, you get nervous, like he was about to catch you up.

“Is that so?” He says leaning against the counter, crossing his arms in front of his chest. You watch as the metal plates slide into place.

“Mhm.” You can’t even form a sentence as you watch the veins in his other hand strain. Your tongue moves against the roof of your mouth as you imagine the metal shoved in there. You’re close enough to see the details, micro bolts, chips and scratches in the black finish. You can feel it all with the tip of your tongue.

Bucky breaks you from your trance. “I can smell you, y’a know?” Your eyebrows furrow, you thought you used the right amount of perfume this morning.

He steps closer to you, using his body to press you against the steel refrigerator. “Why would your pussy be so wet, if it’s just an innocent little crush?”. You can’t get out of this, so why not go for it.

“I was looking at your hands, since they’re the only part of you’re not covered in black polyester.” You give him a smug look. “Watching my hands made you this wet?” He slips his flesh hand into your panties, curling them at your entrance. You nod, building up the courage to grab his hand, sucking on the metal fingertips. It’s different than what you imagined, warmer.

Bucky closes his eyes as he pictures his cock in your mouth instead of his fingers. “I was imagining what you taste like,” you lean forward and lick a strip up his neck, it’s exactly how you imagined. “, what it felt like to run my tongue all over your body.” You say, surprised by your own confidence.

He pushed his fingers inside of you, liking the dirty words spilling from you. You moan, reaching out to grasp his black vest. “Let me touch you.” You say, pulling his hand from your pants. He grabs your arm and drags you out of the kitchen.

You’re thrown on his bed before you know it, he climbs on top of you, going in for a kiss. You turn your head, not letting his lips meet yours. “Let me.” You wiggle out from under him, standing up.

He sits in the middle of the bed, his feet dangling off the side. You drop to your knees and begin to untie his boots. He gives you a confused look when your remove them and move up his legs to his belt, unhooking it and removing the button on his black cargo pants.

You look him in the eyes as you pull down the zipper. You remove his pants swiftly, moving to push his vest off, you have to get up on the bed, straddling his bare legs. He looks up at you, amazed by you taking the lead. You peel off his black t shirt and he’s left in his socks and boxers.

You move back off the bed, admiring him splayed out. “You’re so perfect.” You say, running your hands up his thighs. You lean down to kiss each of his knees.

You keep your eyes locked on his face as you kiss up his thighs, ghosting over the large bulge in his boxers. He takes a shallow breath when you kiss his hips. Like he’d never experienced it before. “So beautiful.” You say, licking the happy trail growing up his stomach.

Bucky’s been getting a vantage point of view from resting on his elbows. You put an end to that by pushing him down, making him face the ceiling. You press your lips to both of his biceps, hovering over him when you finish.

“Can I kiss you now?” You say, satisfied with making your way up his body. He nods, keeping his hands to his sides while you devour his mouth, biting his lip and sucking on his tongue.

“I’m gonna take real good care of you, okay?” You ask before you get back on your knees. Bucky gets back on his elbows, not wanting to miss the show.

You free him from his tight boxers, letting him spring up towards your face. You take a moment to take a mental image of him, laid out so vulnerable. “Thank you, tiktok.” You whisper to yourself, grateful that a video effected you like it did, or else you wouldn’t be here right now, trying not to choke as you force every inch of him into your mouth. You wanted him to be proud and satisfied, even if it meant a sore throat.

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inkedbybarnes · 25 days

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bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: bucky is determined to take care of you while you're sick.

word count: 1.6k+

warnings: mentions of insecurities, mentions of illnesses (but vaguely described), fluffy ahh shit bc why not, usage of pet names such as baby and doll. bucky being stubbornly sweet (it is indeed, a warning), lowercase writing.

i've been sick the past few days hence the creation of this fic. idk why my mood drops when i'm sick... once again, this is too fluffy even for my own good but i warned you and you're reading it still anyway. 🤨 haha jk, i hope you enjoy this one! 🩷

dividers by @cafekitsune!

reblogs, comments, and likes are highly appreciated! thank you. ♡

“can you please let me in, baby?"

that was the fifth time bucky had asked the same question, never giving up on his mission to take care of you after learning from jarvis – out of all people... or robots? – that you were sick.

“bucky, i promise, i'm fine. stop trying to break the door,” you answered, your clogged nose not helping as you sounded horrible even with a concrete wall separating you from him. “go and tell steve that you're joining the mission. you can't withdraw yourself just because i'm—achoo!”

your nose began to leak, and you were now distracted with the need to find the tissue box that used to be on your bed. you didn't hear the door clicking open as well as the heavy footsteps of a certain soldier walking towards you.

“just because you're what? sick?”

you jumped, feeling the edge of the bed sink with his weight. you quickly grabbed the tissue box that was mysteriously thrown under the bed before facing bucky with the duvet covering most of your body.

“how did you open the door?”

bucky shrugged. “i broke the doorknob. you didn't say anything about breaking doorknobs.”

you sighed, not winning this argument with bucky. “you shouldn't be here, bucky. you're supposed to be preparing for a mission tomorrow, not babysitting me!”

“and let you go through this on your own? tough chance, doll. i'm your boyfriend for fuck's sake, and don't tell me that you're worried about getting me sick because we both know i'm immune," he argued, reaching out and pulling the blanket down enough to reveal your face. “are you really upset that i want to take care of you? you should be demanding things from me, baby. instead you've been hiding from me.”

“because i don't need anything, bucky. i can handle myself just fine." you huffed, knowing you wanted his attention and care so badly. remembering your face was exposed, you felt insecure again. you dragged the cover back up and turned away. “i also don't want you to see me like this.”

“like what?"

“like a mess," you muttered underneath the sheets. “you've never seen me like this before, and i swear i am the worst when i'm sick. you don't have to see me like this, okay? i don't want you to.”

you felt silly. it was completely normal to get sick, but you hated how extreme your body would act out whenever an illness would attack you. you'd always sound and look like you were fighting a battle in hell alone. the way your mind would take an entire flip and drag you to your lowest point didn't help either. so, not only were you feeling physically horrible, you were also struggling mentally.

“a mess? what mess?” he asked, lifting the cover to join you underneath it which caught you off guard. you were entirely exposed to his eyes now. “there's my girl. where's the mess that you're talking about, huh?”

with the little amount of energy left in you, you brought your hands up to cover your face. he could see how much of a mess you were now, far from the dream you've painted since the day you dated him. now, you were nothing but a nightmare of your reality.

“don't you dare hide from me. i haven't seen you all day and it's driving me insane," he complained, pulling your hands away from yourself. he brought his thumb to your teary eyes, wiping the tears away before they could fall. “i can't believe you're hiding from me just because you think i can't handle seeing you sick. what did you think i'd do once i saw you like this?”

you sniffed, hesitation holding you back from telling him the truth. it's only been three months since you've started dating bucky, and you were still in that stage where you'd constantly try impress him.

you weren't faking yourself, no. however, you still did your best to only show your good side and tuck away your insecurities. unfortunately, you had to get sick too soon and have to risk bucky seeing you this way.

“you thought i'd leave you? won't like you anymore? get turned off or something?”

you nodded, knowing that was exactly what went through your head and a bit pissed that he was able to read your mind without actually having the power to do so.

bucky's eyes softened at your confession, letting out a soft sigh as he saw how badly you were beating yourself up.

“if it's because of how you look right now, then it's true. you do look different," he answered, your chest tightening. “your eyes lost their glow, you're frowning more often, your eyes are all puffy, you are definitely grumpier than usual, your lips are dry and chapped from—”

“okay, i get it, bucky! you don't have to rub it in my fa—”

“but i won't be doing whatever is on your mind. you're sick, doll. it'll affect you. it's normal. hell, i look even worse when i used to get sick, but you? you still look so fucking lovely." he held your face gently, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “even then, i don't give a fuck on how messy you can get. i'm your boyfriend. i should be taking care of you, helping you feel better, and bringing back the glow in your eyes. please, baby. let me take care of you.”

this time, you were looking back at him. "you mean it?"

"of course I mean it," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "i love you, doll. i don't care how you look like right now. you could look like a swamp monster and be sick as a dog, and i would still think that you are the most beautiful woman for me."

you giggled softly, his words filling you with warmth and reassurance. you felt so lucky to have a man who truly loved you and handled your insecurities with such understanding and care, and even sillier for thinking he'd leave you for such reasons.

“thank you. that really made me feel better," you told him, your arms slowly creeping forward to hold him. “i'm sorry for hiding. i was just scared to turn you off or anything.”

“are you kidding? i'm trying my best not to hold you down and kiss you all over. i haven't even hugged you for a day,” bucky said, a pout on the verge of forming on his face.

“it hasn't even been a day, bucky. now, who's dramatic?" you said, rolling your eyes playfully. “and you're supposed to be on a mission tomorrow! are you really not going?”

“when i could be here taking care of you?” he asked, as if the answer was already obvious. “the others can handle it. my main priority is to do anything you want and make you feel better.”

“anything?”

he smiled, leaning down to let your lips meet softly. "anything."

( a lil bonus < 3 )

“what is that smell?”

sam, steve, and natasha entered the compound after a quick briefing for their mission tomorrow. they joined tony and clint who were having a casual conversation in the living room about the best burrito in town.

the kitchen was an open space, the aroma of whatever bucky was cooking spreading all around the nearby rooms.

sam didn't hesitate to come closer and inspect the kitchen, finding the entire counter lined up with various spices and plates that bucky filled with his dishes.

“what's the occasion? did i miss something?" sam asked, grabbing a fork to take a little taste until bucky slapped his hand away. "ow! what was that for?"

"hands off." bucky warned, frowning at sam. “that's not for you, wilson."

“not even a nibble? come on, man. it smells amazing!”

their usual bickering caught the attention of the other avengers, immediately joining them in the kitchen which annoyed bucky even more when he saw them eyeing the food he made.

"before any of you try to ask, no. this is not for any of you."

"who's it even for?" natasha asked, the least interested to have a taste, but was curious either way.

bucky answered with your name. "she's sick."

"what? since when?" clint asked, worry flashing across his face. "can we do anything?"

bucky glanced up before hesitantly answering. "well.. she did say she wanted to watch a movie after eating."

clint snapped his fingers and smiled. "i'm on it."

"i'll get jarvis to check on her vitals every hour and create a diagnosis," tony said, already tapping on his smart watch. "assuming she wouldn't be too comfortable letting the entire team know what's going on with her body, i'll just let you receive the updates. just update me with what you can, yeah?"

"i'll talk to fury and let you both have a week free from work," steve offered. "she needs the rest and she needs you."

"oh, i'll handle fury. he can't say no to his favourite," natasha said with a smug smile. "tell her i'll bring her all her favourite snacks once we're back from our mission, and that she better be back to full health so we can go out together."

bucky nodded, chest warming with the genuine concern they shared. he was excited to let you know how loved and deserving of all this you were.

if you have any requests for bucky, send them my way! 💌

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lovely-lady-lumps · 1 year

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Headcanons: How's their cooking?

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Loki

A/N: My first headcanon so I apologize if it's bad or doesn't make sense. Kind feedback is welcome.

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Tony Stark: Not very good. Given the fact he wasn't really raised by his parents and his robots do mostly everything for him, he never really learned how to cook. He does try for you but he mostly sticks to the classics. Grilled cheese and macaroni are his go to. Basically, if he was left to his own devices, he would eat like a child.

Steve Rogers: He's actually pretty decent. He never really cooked before the ice, first because he was too sickly and then because he was fed MREs. But after coming out of said ice and having a lot of time on his hands to relearn the world, he figured trying out simple recipes would come in handy.

Bucky Barnes: Amazing, his cooking is something you look forward to. He loves to cook because it reminds him of a life before HYDRA, when he would cook for a sick Steve. He's even better now because with all the new technology and access to more exotic foods, he's always trying new things.

Peter Parker: Almost the same as Tony, just slightly more advanced. When he was living with aunt May, she always ordered take out or they ate something simple. Now, in his own apartment, he lives off of cup ramen and easy spaghetti that will last him a few days. Don't expect him to really try cooking either, it'll just end up like aunt May's meatloaf.

Loki: Absolutely terrible. This man never had to cook for himself on Asgard. If he was hungry, food was either brought to him or he conjured something on his own. Or stole. But after falling in love with you he at least tried, and even if it ended in fire, it meant a lot to you.

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bensolosbluesaber · 2 years

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Secret Identities - Part 2 (Marc Spector, Steven Grant, and Jake Lockley x reader)

Summary: The Avengers, your team of superheroes, has been called in to handle an invasion in New York, and you’re bringing your superhero boyfriend, Moon Knight, with you.

Part 2 to Secret Identities.

Action/adventure, Cameo-fest

Pairings: Marc Spector x reader, Steven Grant x reader, Jake Lockley x reader

Warnings and A/N: I did my best to accurately represent DID, I put very little effort into creating a plot and a lot of effort into writing dialogue

It was only you, Marc, and the agent - whose name you had never learned and didn’t care to learn - on the quinjet. You held Marc’s hand the entire time. There was no denying the anxious fluttering in your stomach as your two lives continued converging. Each second brought Marc closer to the Avengers, and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t scare the shit out of you.

You read through the briefing notes, getting occasional comments from the agent now piloting the quinjet. Rogue artificial intelligence, not Ultron level, but dangerous nonetheless. SWORD suspected some alien involvement, but that wasn’t the concern right now. The immediate issue was an army of robots hidden underground waiting to be activated.

At some point you started to fall asleep against Marc’s shoulder. He gingerly shifted you into a laying position resting your head on his thigh in a familiar comfortable position. His hand settles in your hair and strokes the curves of your face, soothing you into sleep. You hardly sleep for an hour before Marc shakes you awake.

“Something’s happening.”

“We need to drop you in,” the agent called back. “The activation happened earlier than our intelligence suggested. Most of the team is already on the ground. Everyone else is on their way. Don’t forget your comm links.”

You sit up and rifle through your bag, pulling out a familiar costume and stripping off your clothes. Marc blinks at you a few times like he’s surprised at your lack of modesty. He knows you well enough that he really shouldn’t be.

“We can’t all summon our suits,” you tease and toss him an ear piece, even as his eyes begin to glow with white moonlight.

“Tell her she looks amazing!” Steven gushes.

“Keep it in your pants,” Jake snaps back.

You reach for a parachute, but Marc’s white gloved hand stops you.

“I can fly you in,” he offers through the mask.

“You told me no flying last month!” You protest.

“I didn’t know you were an Avenger last month.”

“Bad call, mate.”

“Oh, so you thought I was fragile before?” You tease, not really mad at the man.

His mask peels away so he can tilt his head and shoot you an amused glare.

“You’re in range!” The agent calls back.

You turn and plant a kiss on Marc’s lips, then punch a button. The door opens slowly with a cold rush of air. You wrap your arms around his strong body, take a deep breath, and together you jump from the plane into free fall. His cape catches like a parachute part way down, guiding you through the clouds lower and lower until the skyline is in view.

Smoke rises from burning buildings, the wreckage of a city that has again become a battle ground.

“Shit,” Marc whispers. “We’re gonna have to stop having technology free dates.”

“Yeah,” you reply, only half paying attention, too busy scanning the ground for your fellow Avengers. It’s pure chaos on the ground, a complete and utter disaster, but then, through the smoke… “There!”

You point Marc in the direction of a bright flash of blue and white, and he angles you toward the ground. The comm link in your ear begins to crackle and finally beeps a connection. You were right.

“-end up here? We’re supposed to be on vacation!” The voice of Bucky Barnes fills your ear at the same moment the bright red, white, and blue wings of Sam Wilson reappear. “Sam, what the fuck is in the sky?”

That would be Marc.

“Good morning, Captain America,” you smile down at the small figures of your friends on the ground.

“Oh thank god,” Sam replies. “Buck and I are a-” he grunts, “A bit outnumbered. We have to hold this street, or it will interfere with the wizards’ spell.”

You’re streaking toward the fight below, finally able to see the action for real. They are more than a bit outnumbered, the two men surrounded by humanoid robots armed to the teeth with every bit of weapons technology available. You drop to the ground at Bucky’s side, Marc landing next to you.

“You’re late,” Bucky calls. “Who’s the mummy?”

Marc shoots him a glare.

“Marc, don’t glare at Bucky Barnes! That’s-”

“I know who Bucky Barnes is Steven,” he answers silently.

Yeah, he knew Bucky Barnes. Well, Steven knew. At some point in their childhood, Steven realized he shared part of a name with Steven Grant Rogers and harbored a small fascination with the former Captain America ever since.

“That’s Moon Knight!” Sam’s wing decapitates a robot as he turns to look Marc up and down. “Read your briefing packets, Buck.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and returns to the fight. You draw two long knives, gifts from King T’Challa, and make short work of any robot that approaches. Marc hurls crescent darts, each finding their target. But he doesn’t let Steven front. Not yet at least.

Occasionally, he glances back at you, checking to make sure you’re alright. You are doing the same to him. You have never fought at his side before, but already you know that you would do it again and again.

“The sorcerers - not wizards, Sam - are working some spell in that building,” Bucky gestures vaguely behind him. “They can shut the whole AI down, but we have to keep these things out.”

“Androids!” Sam shouts as he jumps over one and buries his shield in it’s neck. “Androids controlled by aliens who can be stopped by wizards. The big three!”

“The big three?” Marc turns to Captain America.

“Don’t ask!” You and Bucky shout at the same time.

The four of you stand no chance of holding this street. Of course this couldn’t be a time-efficient spell, and the robots just keep coming, an endless supply of mindless soldiers puppeteered by some unknown force. A piece of shrapnel slashes your face, distracting you from the fight for a split second. It’s enough for a blow to land at your midsection, knocking the breath from you.

You pull the gun from your waist, SWORD issue with some advanced technology you don’t care to understand, and shoot. It’s not your preferred weapon, but it is necessary. Marc is by your side in an instant. He grabs you around the waist and wraps you in the white fabric of his cape.

It’s just the two of you in this little cocoon. The rest of the world is forgotten as his mask falls away for a moment. The expression on his face is pure horror, lips pressed in a tight line, eyes murderous. His gaze is focused on the blood dripping down your cheek.

“I’m fine,” you insist and run your fingers across his nose and brow that is furrowed deeply, trying to soothe away those worry lines.

“I need Jake,” he breathes, a confession he rarely makes. “We need Jake.”

Jake will do anything to protect Marc and Steven and anything to protect you. It’s probably why you had never actually seen Jake suited up for a fight. He is the ‘whatever it takes’ part of the system, and all three of them are still afraid to show you that side.

“Okay,” you grip his upper arms. “It’s okay.”

His eyes flicker for a second, then his suit shifts, darkens to a midnight black that is more like tactical armor than Marc’s mummy wrappings. A bright white crescent moon shines on his chest; it matches the bright white of his cape. He tilts his head with a little smirk, and just like that Jake Lockley has joined the fray.

“Cap? Cap?” Someone is shouting through coms. “We’re coming to you. Do you copy?”

The voice is crackly, so you can’t make out exactly who it is.

You turn back to the fight, watching with bit of admiration and a lot of attraction as Jake expertly dispatches android after android.

“Did he change outfits mid fight?” Bucky punches a robot beside you.

“Sort of.”

You kick a robot across the head, stabbing one of your vibranium knives into it’s chest and immediately lashing out toward another. You glance up, and the world seems to slow around you. The battle is forgotten as you can only stare at Jake. He is fighting desperately, holding his own except...

Except behind him. A metallic arm is raising a heavy blade for a killing blow, metal arching toward his neck. You’re trying to scream his name. You are screaming his name, but it’s too late. You stab the android in front of you, but you will never make it. Jake’s suit will protect him from a lot, heal just about anything, but not decapitation.

Red flashes across your view, a bright flash hurtling through the air. A stick strikes the robot through the forehead, and the metal being collapses in a dead heap. Jake whips his head around as he realizes what almost happened. A figure in dark red drops from a nearby fire escape, grabs the stick from the robots sparking brain, and nods to you. He jumps into the fight at Jake’s side, the two men working together with an impressive synchrony for two strangers.

“How did you see that?” Jake shouts.

“I heard it,” Matt Murdock replies as he dispatches another android.

A few more minutes and the fighting finally stops. Another wave of robots is undoubtedly assembling nearby, but for now the team has a moment to breathe.

Jake’s mask falls away as he studies Daredevil. His eyes linger on the upper half of Matt’s face, noticing how his eyes are completely obscured by the dark red of his mask. You sprint to Jake’s side, wanting to reach for his hand, hold him, kiss him, feel that he is alive, but you restrain yourself. Your relationship is a secret, and for now you want to keep it that way.

“So this is the boyfriend?” Matt asks.

Your relationship is not a secret.

“How-” you start to question how Matt could possibly know that you had a boyfriend, let alone that this was him.

“You started smelling different a few months ago,” he explains. “It’s him. His scent is all over you.”

“Is there a better way to say that then ‘his scent is all over you’? Tone down the creepy… vibes? Vibes? Is that the word?”

“Give up on the modern slang, Buck,” Sam makes a face and pats his partners’ shoulder mockingly.

You plant a kiss to Jake’s cheek, and he brushes his hand across your fingers to tell you that he is okay. You watch him and Daredevil with interest, hoping Jake might find a friend in the hero who protected his city with the same ferocity and passion as Jake protected Steven, Marc, and you.

“What’s up with the little horns, el diablo?” Jake asks. “What are you the hero of? Hell?”

“Hell’s Kitchen, and it’s Daredevil actually.”

Jake shoots you a glance then shifts his gaze back to Matt. A smile fills his features, a genuine one, and a second later the same expression appears on Matt’s face. You let out a heavy sigh of relief as they slip into easy conversation and you turn back to Sam and Bucky.

“You and Moon Knight, huh?” Sam frowns. “Guess Spidey was right.”

As if summoned by his name, the mysterious masked hero drops from the sky.

“Hey you guys! There’s another group heading our way.”

He starts to turn to Cap, notices Jake and does a double take to stare at the white costumed man, everyone else forgotten. Jake looks at him completely unimpressed.

“Oh my god, you’re Moon Knight!” Spider-Man’s voice has a youthfulness that always surprises you. “I love you! I wanted a cape because of you, but I gave up the idea pretty quick. I mean not in New York right? Handsy people. It would never have lasted. Wow! Mr. Knight, you are so cool.”

“Mr. Knight,” Steven tries out the name “I like that.”

“I hate it,” Marc replies.

“Well that seems like your problem don’t it? I’m keeping it. You can be Moon Knight. I’ll be Mr. Knight.”

“Marc, right?” Spidey asks, and you can practically see the mischief forming in the boys’ mind at his well-meaning mistake.

“I’m Jake.”

“Sorry! Jake-”

Jake’s expression changes, the suit shifting with him.

“Oops, Steven now,” Steven grins.

“O-Okay, Steven,” Spider-Man tries to keep up.

The suit changes as Marc fronts.

“Marc again,” he teases, messing with the young hero.

“Oh,” that catches Spidey off guard. “Nice to meet you, Marc.”

“Actually, Jake now.”

“Leave him alone, you three,” you glower at Jake but have to fight back a laugh.

You thanked any god you could think of that Spider-Man had been there with his goofy remarks and joking attitude to make it easier for Marc, Steven, and Jake to show off this particular skill set.

“Sorry, love.”

That’s Steven.

He adjusts his white suit jacket and grins at Spider-Man, ““You know, the cape is actually really overrated, kid.”

“I’m Spider-Man,” he lowers his voice and puts extra emphasis on the ‘man.’

“More like Spider-Kid,” Jake mutters.

Steven ignores his alter and nods conspiratorially to Spider-Man. He gives him a thumbs up like they just shared a secret.

“Figure out how to really punch criminals yet?” Daredevil snarks, tossing an arm across Spider-Man’s shoulders affectionately.

“I’m not beating the shit out of people,” he protests.

“It’s more efficient.”

“Whatever you say ‘really good lawyer.’”

You observe their interaction with some interest. Had Matt defended whoever was in the Spider-Man suit? No time for that now though, you realize as a mechanical whirring fills the air. You take a defensive stance at Steven’s side, Bucky to your right. Cap and Spidey leap into the air. Matt stands beside Steven.

Sam looks down at his makeshift team then out at the approaching mechanical army. They’re not much, but they’ll do.

“Avengers…”

A/N: I left this open for a part 3. Not sure if I’ll write it, but I do think a 3rd part to wrap it all up and let the system meet some other Avengers would be fun! Let me know if you want added to my general Moon Knight tag list!

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preciousbarnes · 10 months

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Haunted

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Tags: angst, loss, mourning, hurt/comfort, fluff eventually

Inspired by: Haunted by Taylor Swift

You felt ice cold, laying alone in a bed once kept warm by two bodies and now to be forever occupied by only one. It had been 3 days since you were given the worst news of your life, the worst news you would ever receive.

Part of you knew the second you opened the door to Sam standing on the doorstep, wringing his hands together and stuttering his request to come in. He never asked before, he was never nervous before. He had looked like he had just lost his best friend.

He had.

He explained to you the mission they were on in Eastern Europe, targeting an underground group attempting to recreate the super soldier serum.

Extensive, deadly injuries, you were told.

They knew with the number of injuries there wasn’t much hope, he explained to you. But hope was all you could hold on to at that moment.

Not compatible with life, you were told when asking for more details.

In between the cries, Sam assured you he did not suffer. Swore they loaded him up with every painkiller and sedative known to man to allow him to pass peacefully. That was it. When asking if you could see him one last time, Sam explained that it would be for the best if you remembered him as he was, breaking your heart even more.

You found yourself thinking of the obituary you had written earlier that day. How could you sum up a life like his into less than a novel? All he was, all he had to offer. Him as a whole.

Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. Known simply as Bucky by loved ones. Aged 109. Loving husband, devoted soldier, and friend. Killed in the field defending what he believed in most, freedom and safety.

That was all you could bring yourself to write, and Sam assured you it was simple but beautiful just as your husband would have wanted.

Sam was arranging the rest of the funeral for you, which would take place tomorrow evening. Just a small gathering for those closest to Bucky during the sunset. All you had asked was for a private place for him to rest, preferably by nature. Known by few other than yourself, Bucky loved the outdoors. You wanted him to have a piece of beauty to himself forever. Thus, a small meadow had been privately purchased where he would by laid to rest.

You laid in bed, trying uselessly to go to sleep. You couldn’t. Each time your eyes closed, you saw Bucky. His smile, his beautiful eyes gazing at you, memories of his laughter and voice telling you he loved you. What once brought you comfort and warmth now kept you awake.

Late the next morning you moved robotically, getting showered and ready. As you did your hair and makeup, you saw how lifeless you appeared. Your hair was dry, without its normal shine. You had deep dark circles around your eyes. Your skin was dull. You looked lifeless, which matched exactly how you felt. As you styled your hair, you swore you saw a figure out of the corner of your eye. Gasping, you immediately dropped your styling tools.

You creeped out of your bathroom, and through your small home. No one was there. You could have sworn there was someone.

“Must be just lack of sleep,” you brokenly mutter to yourself, as you turn back to your bathroom to finish getting ready.

Around 5 Sam arrived to drive you to the small funeral. Tears slipped as it all began to become reality. He was gone. All you had was his memory to haunt you now.

The car ride was quiet. Sam kept looking to you out of the corner of his eye as he drove. He was worried, and heart broken for you.

“I know it doesn’t fix anything. It won’t undo the pain, but I’m here for you. I swore to Buck I’d always be here if something happened, just as he promised me for my family. You aren’t alone, honey. We’re all right here for you to lean on,” he softly told you.

“Thank you Sam. I’m just. I’m not ready to talk about all this yet. It’s too fresh still, but I think it always will be,” you tell him, voice becoming a whisper at the end.

You arrive at the meadow, to see the rest of the crew there. Agents, supervisors, the avengers, anyone who meant something the Bucky was there, just as you wanted. He deserved to be surrounded by love and respect as he is laid to rest. The scene was beautiful, a small meadow full of wildflowers near a little stream, with willow trees off in the distance. The sky was a mixture of pinks and oranges, beautifully painting the landscape in a honey golden color.

You all stand around the grave as Sam begins to speak, delivering the eulogy. You rest your hands on Bucky’s casket, stroking it the way you once stroked his cheek. As it all sinks in, the emotional dam you had built breaks open wide.

Out of your line of sight stands a figure hidden in the tree line. He watches as his own heart feels ripped in two, watching as you sob over the casket in front of you.

“You’re not gone! You can’t be gone!” you cried over and over. You were no longer numb. Seeing the casket, the flowers, the simple and inconspicuous grave marker, it all made it painfully real.

A small, sad smile takes over his face as he watches Sam gently pull you from the casket as it begins to be lowered into the ground. The man in the shadows tears up as he watches your sobs become heart wrenching wails of pure sorrow and grief, you begging for it all to be some sick nightmare.

The man slinks away further into the forest, left with nothing but sorrow and regret in his heart. It was coming over him like it’s all a big mistake.

That night Sam brought you back to his home, afraid to leave you on your own. Weeks slowly drudged on. You barely left his guest room. You couldn’t return to the home you once occupied with your husband. It was too much. Full of memories of love and promises of forever that was taken away far too soon.

When you did leave the guest room, usually when Sam was gone, it always felt as if someone else was there. A safe presence, a warm and familiar one. You swore you caught a figure out of the corner of you eye a few times. You’d always search the house high and low, some part of you hoping to find something but always coming up empty handed.

It all came to fruition one fateful night when you woke around 4am to hushed voiced down the hallway.

You creeped down the hall softly and slowly, stopping at the edge but not daring to peak around the hallways corner and down the stairs into the living room.

“Man, this cannot go on any longer. She’s fading away. There’s no way she can last a year like this. She won’t survive,” Sam said urgently and desperately. Your heart clenched despite your confusion at who he’d be talking to, hating to have worried him so. He had tried to take away the pain that he could, and had even made you smile a couple times. But it didn’t undo the hole in your heart and soul.

“I know, but I’ve worked something out” says a voice you’d recognize anywhere. One you never thought you’d hear again. You gasp, tears springing to your eyes as you’re suddenly running down the stairs to the two men.

There he was. He wore his all black tactical gear you had seen many times. His face had fading bruises and scrapes, obviously having just came from a fight of some sorts. He looked at your with a heart broken gaze, taking in your shattered appearance.

You sniffle, tears cascading down your cheeks as you feel like you’re seeing a ghost.

“Bucky?” You brokenly cry, as your knees buckle.

Before you can blink you’re swept up into strong and familiar arms, Bucky holding you tightly to his chest. Your fingers claw into his shoulders, gripping him to yourself as you sob violently, overwhelmed. Sam finds himself smiling softly at the reunion he wished for as he quietly excused himself.

“H-how?” You cry between sobs. Bucky sits down in a chair, bringing you down into his lap as he cradles you close, allowing you to rearrange yourself to straddle his lap, holding him tightly to your torso. You’re afraid to let go, afraid this is another dream and that you’ll wake to his memory slipping through your fingers.

His metal hand pets your back softly but firmly, grounding you as his flesh hand cradles your face, looking you in your eyes.

“Hey, baby doll. I’m right here, but you gotta breathe for me. Let’s just breathe for a moment alright?” His voice softly suggests. You look over his face, seeing the man you love more than life itself, alive and warm and healing in your arms. You nod, trying to catch your breathe.

After a few moments pass as you calm your breathing, you ask again.

“Bucky, I- I don’t understand. You, Sam said you were gone?” You question, voice wet with emotion.

He nods, and grimaces.

“We lied. I had to lie. The mission, it was bad. It is still bad.” He explains to your softly, continuing to give you soft pets and caresses that ground you. They tell you he’s here, he’s safe, he’s alive, he’s yours.

“How could you? Do you know how I’ve been? Bucky I was dead without you,” you sob softly.

His guilt ridden frown deepens, and there are tears in his eyes.

“I know, baby. I know. And I am so so sorry. There was no other way. There still isn’t. But I’m too selfish to keep this charade up, even if you’d be safer if I had,” he explains to you.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“I’ve been here, checking in on you. I was at the funeral. I know how I’ve hurt you, and I will be sorry for the rest of my life. But I hope to spend the rest of my life making up for this.” He tells you, the realization dawning on you. You hadn’t been crazy. That figure had been him.

“It was you,” you whisper. Bucky smiles sadly and nods.

“It was. The mission was bad. They knew about you. They knew where we were, even with all our precautions we took. They were going to use you to get me, and kill you. I couldn’t let that happen. So Sam, a couple higher ups, and I faked my death. We figured in a year I could reveal the truth once my undercover mission going after them concluded. I needed you alive, I can’t live in a world without you on this planet. Even if it meant coming back in a year and you maybe moved on. It was worth it. But then I saw you mourn me. How broken it made you. I heard your cries, your pleas for me. I’m too selfish to continue this lie, even if it’d keep you safer.” He tells you, voice choked with emotion as his eyes fill with tears.

Your hands move from where they had grip of his shoulders to cradle his face, wiping away the tears the fell.

“Oh, James. I’m just so, so glad you’re not gone. I can’t live in a world without you. I would have never moved on. I promised to be yours and yours alone forever. Even after all of this, I mean every word I said to you.” You tell him, before pulling his face to yours for a kiss.

He kisses you like a man starving, his lips soft and warm but firm and demanding. His hands hold you reverently, like you’re made of glass and he refuses to let you slip through his fingers. You hold him softly but firmly in your arms, feeling his strong and sturdy frame under you. It promises safety, comfort, love, and a future.

You wrap your arms around him tighter, pulling him impossibly closer. After a few moments you both begrudgingly part to breathe. Your foreheads rest on each other as you gaze into each others eyes. The rest of the world had faded into the background, and it’s just you and the man you thought you lost; the man who you love and will love until the end of your days no matter how misguided he may have been.

“I’m so so sorry, doll. I love you so much. Missed you so much. I’ll never hurt you like this again, I just needed you safe” he vowed to you, voice breaking as he hugs you to his frame.

You readjust in his lap, wrapping your legs around him so you’re seated firmly on his lap. Your head rests on his shoulder as your hands softly map his back soothingly.

“I know,” you whisper, “I love you too. Always.”

You both sit there, basking in each other’s presence quietly, before you break the silence again.

“You said you have it worked out now? What did you work out?” You ask him in a whisper, not wanting to break the soft and peaceful atmosphere surrounding you both. You move to sit back up instead of leaving against him, grasping both his hands in yours.

“We’ll go into hiding for a while, until Sam and others can figure this all out. In the past few weeks I’ve narrowed down locations for them, and their structure. I’ll assist from the sidelines when necessary, but I won’t be in the field at all. I’ll be with you. We will be together.” He promises you.

“Sounds perfect to me,” you sigh, knowing the rest will be figured out. Looking down to where your left hand rested with his, you smiled as both your wedding rings caught the light. You were just glad to have your husband back in your arms, no longer just haunted.

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thinkingaboutlifefornow · 1 month

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The brave little Ghost

Chapter 1

Bucky x reader

Warnings - swearing

(( so this is the first ever time I’ve written anything, I read fan fiction for over 14years. And this as been in my head for a while and I wanted to put it down properly. Nobody may read this apart from me, but if someone is reading this, I hope you enjoy it ))

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You struggled against unseen bodies. Black hood over your head so you couldn’t see and voices were muffled.

You’d been out for a run when a black unremarkable car pulled up next you, with your headphones in you hadn’t even noticed by the time the men had jumped out, threw the hood over your head, knocked you out and bundled you into the car.

Now you’re being dragged down some sort of corridor, too quickly for you to even try to use your legs to walk. It was cold. A sports bra and leggings are not the sort of clothes you wanted to be wearing right now, but you didn’t think you’d end up being kidnapped. For fuck sake you’re a Stark.

Being thrown down onto the chair the hood was torn off. The guards were locking you in place with cuffs around your wrists and legs.

“I hate to tell you but you’ve kidnapped the wrong fucking person” you spat angry aimed at all those in the room.

“Oh no Miss Stark, you’re just who we needed” a middle aged man said capturing your attention, you look his direction. You recognise him, he was definitely a part of S.H.E.I.L.D, but with your dad never wanting you to become apart of that world fully you didn’t know him well.

“I know you” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Well,” he paused “not for long” he said grinning point at the machine above you. You follow his gaze. A halo of metal above you start to come down and cover part of your face, another part covering your arms.

Your last thought before the shock entered your body… they’ll find me, they’ll find me.

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“Lilac” the word floated through your head

“Damsel” another bringing you back to the light

“Seventeen” you open your eyes slightly, the bright light hurt, head fuzzy.

“Ghost” your eyes automatic open and alert.

“What is your name?” The middle age man asked

“Phantom” you replied, almost robotically.

“Who are you?” He asked

“HYDRA property” you spoke, it was like you had rehearsed and knew every line off the page you hadn’t read.

“Good” he gleamed, “our project pet works, they won’t know what hit them” he said turning to the others in the room. You hadn’t noticed till now, but there were at least 10 soldiers in the room. Carrying rifles.

“Training start tomorrow, take her to the cell” his voice still showing the happiness spoken before.

Without thinking you were already up and walking, the soldiers walk in pairs with four in-front of you and four behind. Arriving at your cell, which somehow felt like home, you were locked inside. Single bed to the right hand side of the room, you sat on it waiting for your next instruction. Your clothes, somehow you knew they were different. But different from what? Hadn’t you always worn these leather pants and black shirt. But you can’t remember anything since before opening your eyes.

You tried to remember anything from before that moment. It made your head hurt. Who am I?

…..

“давай, маленькое привидение” Come on little ghost, he spoke flipping his knife grinning at you.

You enjoyed training, because it meant you got to spend time with The winter solider. He seemed to connect to you, and it brought him calmness. This meant the leaders used you to get him to do what they wanted. You didn’t understand.

“почему бы тебе не приехать сюда зимой” why don’t you come here winter, you grinned back at him. “I’ll have that knife in no time” you laughed.

He walked at you almost charging, you moved too quickly to the side. Grabbing his metal arm, you flung yourself onto his back. Thighs wrapped around his neck, you squeezed as tight as you could. He was struggling to breathe, he tapped your thigh with his warm flesh hand. A signal to stop.

“No, that’s not how it works Winter.” No emotion in your voice. “Give me this knife”

He was going blue, but he didn’t want to give up. He purposefully throw hisself down on to his back, you were winded slightly. Your thighs went loose for a second, and an image flashed through mind as you hit your head… you were lead down on a sofa, laughing, legs resting over a man…. before your training kicked in again and your thighs squeezed again.

The knife was thrown from his hand up to you on the ground, and the moment you grabbed it with your hand your thighs released.

He coughed and splutter as he raised from between your legs, gaining his composer.

“ты в порядке?” Are you okay?, you whisper so the guards outside don’t hear.

“I’m fine Little Ghost” he said with a sigh “you’re ready for your first mission”

He didn’t seem happy about that, but you couldn’t understand why. This is what your trained for, so that you could help HYDRA with their better world they were building.

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marvelflame2010 · 1 year

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Marvel headcanons that I have

Pietro likes to watch professional wrestling, like AEW and WWE. Tony actually got him tickets to Wrestlemania once and Pietro had a BLAST

Bucky can cook because he had to take care of pre-serum Steve

Wanda likes to knit

Loki paints his nails. Thor will sometimes get Loki to paint his, and he loves it

Peter once bought the Avengers Tower Lego set and told Steve that he was too old to build it. Tony was a proud dad

Basically Wanda, Sam, Yelena, Bucky, and Clint can cook

Tony can only make Italian food and that's it

One time Vision got in the kitchen, and he almost burned it down

Pietro says "meep meep" when he runs

Natasha can fight in heels

Yelena is jealous of that ⏫

Kate is VERY ticklish and Yelena loves to tickle her

Tony and Peter built a robotic arm for Tony. Because Tony's arm had to be cut off.

Bucky and Tony get along ok and swap stories about Peter and Steve being stupid

Natasha and Yelena love watching Disney movies. But not the ones before 1960. They freak the sisters out

One time, someone put on Once upon a Time and Bucky freaked out when he watched the Mad Hatter episodes. Steve and him did LOADS of research about S. Stan

Yelena likes to write short stories and only shows them to Natasha

Alexei and Melina visited Natasha and Yelena, of course, Alexei challenged Steve to a match. Alexei actually won because he sweated so much, Steve slipped

Sam and Bucky have a "get along tee shirt". They hate it

Shuri made light sabers when she was 11 and brought them to the compound one time when visiting with T'Challa. She and Peter had a battle and T'Challa was like, "Sister, I told you not to bring them."

Bucky is a science nerd and LOVES sci-fi and Disney.

Steve and Bucky once asked Tony where the flying cars were.

Clint has fell from the vents 117 times. Natasha has kept track

The team has matching pjs of themselves and they wear them during movie nights

Peter has a swear jar and the people that have lost the most money are Tony and Natasha

Morgan once dressed up as Tony for Halloween.

America, Kate, Yelena, Peter, and Shuri once summoned a ghost and Kate was throwing salt everywhere and they had to go get Strange and Wanda to help

Bucky, Peter, and Steve have noise-cancelling headphones because they get over-simulated pretty easily

If Steve gets married, his wife would get him a ring made of vibranium

Loki once caught Thor and Bruce "doing it" and the image is scarred in his brain for life

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mrsbuckybarnes1917 · 11 months

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FINDING YOU Chapter 8

Summary: You're in a relationship with Steve Rogers, but his best friend just always seems to be around!

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: anxiety, PTSD

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 8

You'd invited Bucky to have lunch with you. Lately he seemed to be a little listless. Sam had been less busy with missions and wasn't utilizing Bucky's skills as often. It meant that your friend was spending more time alone with his thoughts, something which he didn't handle very well. He often became sullen and withdrawn and bringing him back out of his shell was challenging.

"Give me a second, Buck. I just need to finish this."

"No worries."

You bashed away at the keyboard, trying to document your student's progress assessment so you could get away quickly. Just as you hit the 'save' button, there was a timid knock on the door.

"Flint! Everything okay?"

Flint, the inhuman with geokinetic abilities that you and your team had brought back from the future, came in looking nervous.

"Doc, I-" he stopped when he noticed Bucky sitting on a desk.

"Flint, this is Sergeant Barnes."

His eyes widened. "You're the Winter Soldier."

"I prefer Bucky," he grunted at the poor boy.

"Flint, what do you need?" you asked, trying to take his attention from the scowling super soldier.

"About my assignment for next week, I need some extra time to complete it."

"You need? Or you want?" You leaned back in your chair and smiled at him, knowing exactly what he was after.

Flint looked at you with uncertainty. You knew he was a good kid, smart and talented. He was a natural at most things he did but sometimes his ability to excel meant that completed tasks faster than his peers and disrupted others when he was bored. You also knew he had entered a robot wars competition that weekend and there wasn’t enough time to complete the task you had assigned him.

“Umm…��

“You could consider telling me the truth.”

Flint frowned, not sure of your meaning.

The silence was interrupted by a loud crash. You whirled around to see Bucky standing beside a Technarchy coat of armor which was now on the floor.

"Buck!"

"Sorry," he stood looking slightly startled by the noise.

"Did you touch that?"

"No." His answer was that of a guilty child.

Your eyes flicked between Bucky and the alien artifact on the floor, trying to work out if he had made physical contact with the metal plate. Knowing the properties of the armor, you worried how this might affect Bucky's unique physiology. Of course due to his accelerated metabolism, he might be completely unaffected, or you might be in for a lot of trouble.

But first you needed to remove Flint from your risk assessment equation.

"Flint!" You barked, your eyes still on Bucky.

"Yes?" The adolescent asked nervously.

"I’ll give you two extra days, but you’d better win that robot tournament!"

"Thank you!" he grinned.

“You should go now.”

Flint disappeared without hesitation.

"Wow! How did you know-" Bucky grinned, trying to draw attention away from his clumsiness. He bent down to pick up the plate of armor.

"Wait!"

Bucky froze mid action. His reflexes were incredible.

"Don't touch that with your bare hands."

"Why?"

"Because the last few people who touched it had to be physically restrained and imprisoned for a week because of the aggression they developed as a result.”

“So you just keep it in your office, out in the open for anyone to touch it,” he said sarcastically.

“One of my students has the ability to distinguish different chemicals on a molecular level and we were working on her detecting what’s on this.”

“Shouldn’t that be supervised?”

“It was.”

“Well it’s not good enough, is it?” he yelled, slamming his vibranium fist through your bookshelf making you jump. The compound had taken effect faster than you'd expected.

“Bucky!” you gasped.

“What?” he spat at you.

“Are you-” You stopped mid-question. It was clearly a stupid question and you didn’t want to anger him any further.

“Am I what?” he growled. Bucky stepped forwards, towering over you, flexing his vibranium arm menacingly.

You resisted the urge to take a reflexive step back. Most of the people who had had contact with the Technarchy armor had remembered every moment of their intoxication and you didn’t want Bucky to think you were afraid of him. Of course you weren’t afraid of Bucky, but the effects of the chemical was known to cause out of control aggression which no one had been able to resist.

“Buck, you touched the plate.”

“I told you I didn’t.” He looked like a kettle ready to boil over.

“But I think maybe we should go and get things checked out? Just in case, you know?”

“I didn’t come here for you to experiment on me.”

“No one wants to experiment on you, Buck.”

“I’m so sick of you telling me what to do. Listening to you crying over Steve all the time. Get over him for crying out loud.”

His words cut deep. Is that how he really felt about you? Tears sprang into your eyes, but you were determined not to let them fall.

Bucky laughed derisively. “Gonna start bawling now?”

You bit your tongue, not wanting to take his bait. Things would only escalate if you resorted to snappy retorts.

“Please Bucky. I know you touched the armor. It’s just S.H.I.E.L.D. protocol. You remember how to follow orders?”

“You’re not my superior officer.”

“Medical advice, buddy.”

You could see him trying to quell the anger he was feeling and you hoped that he would be able to control the rage that was building. You certainly didn't particularly want to hear anything else he might be hiding from you.

“Fine,” he barked at you, his fists clenching and relaxing repeatedly. “Fucking S.H.I.E.L.D.! How are they any different than HYDRA?”

“It’s this way.” You opened the door of your office, hoping that there were no unwitting students or unlucky faculty members who might have been caught in an unexpected crossfire.

“Forget this. I don’t need your help.” He started walking in the opposite direction to where you wanted to go.

“Bucky, please.”

You weren’t sure what it was that made him turn around, but you almost wished he hadn’t when he got in your face, practically spitting with rage.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky! Why don't you ever stop talking?”

It felt like he was goading you into a fight. You were tempted to lock eyes with him, to hold down his stare, but it was like the age old advice to not make eye contact with a wild animal. Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes were alight with an icy fire you’d never seen before. You sighed and waved your arm in the direction of the medical wing in the facility.

Bucky marched in front of you with a pace that you couldn’t match at a walk. The two of you arrived at your destinations within a few minutes.

“What now?” he scowled at you. You noticed that his aggression had lessened slightly and you hoped he would be more amenable to your instruction.

“Through there.” You pointed at a white door through which he could see a white padded room.

“NO!” he screamed suddenly.

Memories of his time as Winter Soldier flashed through his mind. In the early days, they’d force the mouth guard in before they’d strapped him into the machine to fry his brain. He remembered how the chemicals burned his veins as the HYDRA scientists pumped them into his limp body, the way his mind had no control over the meat and muscles in which it resided. He had been forced to witness horrors that had been performed by his own hand, images he couldn’t erase from his memory, the blood he still saw on his hands.

“No?”

“I’m not going to your asylum.”

You were struggling to follow his thoughts. “It’s a safe place.”

“For who?”

His words were quieter than a few moments ago and the look in Bucky’s eyes had changed, there was a blankness you’d never seen before.

“You'll be safe here. No one’s going to make you do anything you don't want to do,” you kept your voice low, like you were talking to a scared animal. “You're safe. Okay? I got you, Buck.”

You reached out a hand towards him. “Nothing bad is going to happen.”

He took your hand and let you led him inside. “It's just us here, you and me. See?”

You let him look around at the white walled room, his eyes swept across the honeycomb design on the walls before they landed on the small white cushioned bench pushed against a wall. He went over and sat down, his face devoid of expression. It was a little frightening to see him like this. You were confident that the effects of the alien chemical were wearing off, and much quicker than they had for the others. Was it because of his limited exposure or his supersoldier physiology? You couldn’t tell. You also weren’t sure about his current demeanor.

“Hey buddy,” you sat down beside him. “Look at me. Can you tell me your name?”

“Bucky.” He answered, staring at the wall in front of him.

“Just Bucky?”

“I am no longer the Winter Soldier. I am James 'Bucky' Barnes and you are part of my efforts to make amends.”

It was the pained smile he gave at the end of his sentence that broke your heart.

“You don’t have any amends to make with me, Buck.”

You shifted on your seat and your hand brushed against his. You looked down and noticed his thumb flitting over his other fingers rather erratically. Your eyes followed the movement up his arm, his biceps were twitching haphazardly. Beads of sweat were glistening across his brow.

“Bucky?” you wrapped your hand around his wrist, trying to get his attention.

The physical contact got his attention and he turned to you. He frowned. “What?”

“You okay?” you whispered.

Bucky looked at you like he didn’t understand the words coming from your mouth. His lips parted, he shook his head like he wanted to clear some kind of invisible fog. “I can’t hear you.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what’s going on.” There were tears in his eyes and you could feel him trembling slightly.

Instinctively you grabbed his hand and held it tightly in both of yours. It just occurred to you how out of control he must have felt. Was it the same as it had been for him when he was the Winter Soldier?

“I’m here, okay? I think you might be having a panic attack. I want you to try and take some deep breaths. Can you do that?”

He nodded, holding tighter to your hand. He took a couple of deep breaths before he started muttering between the breaths. It was difficult to make out at first but when you listened carefully, you could hear ‘I am no longer the Winter Soldier.’

Gently, you took his face into your hands. “Hey, it’s alright. Look at me. You're Bucky Barnes. Not the Winter Soldier. You're my best friend. No one is going to take that from you, not as long as I'm here. Got that?”

Bucky nodded slowly and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You whispered reassuring words into his ear, caressing the back of his neck until his body slowly started to relax and he reciprocated your hug.

Eventually you fell silent. The feeling of Bucky’s arms wrapped around you was so comforting and you almost didn’t want to let him go. You hadn’t always felt comfortable around Bucky, but things had changed a lot and he had become such a huge part of your life. It was impossible to remember what your life had been like before you’d been friends.

“Thank you for not trying to restrain me,” Bucky mumbled into your hair.

Reluctantly you released him from your arms. “I'm so sorry I wasn't thinking when I kept it there." You were referring to the suit of armor. "I didn't think you- I didn't think. I didn't mean for you to get hurt. I'm so sorry!”

“Hey, it’s not your fault. I’m sorry that I said it was. And… for the other things.”

You wanted to forget his words, so you lay your head on his shoulder. It reminded you of the first time you’d truly connected with him, back when you and Steve had been together and he’d been plagued by nightmares.

“Bucky. Do you still have those dreams?”

You looked up at him when he didn’t answer. He tilted his head down to face you and sighed.

“Are you going to be worried about it?”

“Well I will be now.”

“I’m working on it.”

“I know you are. Bucky, I’m so proud of you. You work so hard. I know it’s not easy for you. Not that I make things easier, but I am so grateful to have you.”

The way Bucky was looking at you felt incredibly intense, there was a tenderness you’d never noticed before. You found your gaze resting on his lips for a moment before they flicked back to his eyes.

Your reverie was interrupted by Bucky clearing his throat. “Thanks,” he grunted. “So what is this place anyway?”

“Containment module,” you answered, pushing away the strange new emotion you were struggling to identify. “So people inside it are safe from the outside and also the other way around.”

“So a prison cell.”

“More like a safe room.”

“What's to stop me punching through the wall?”

“It's made of poly-tectic adaptive materials, which means that it's very strong, and it dampens people's powers. We use it a lot to help enhanced people who are struggling with their abilities.

“So you can't use your powers here?”

You shook your head.

“Then why’re you in here with me?” He seemed a little shocked.

“I invited you for lunch, Buck! Least I could do is spend it with you.” You grinned at him.

“There's no food.”

“Oh that's easily rectified!”

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mcubuckyxlokisbitch · 4 months

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OUT OF ALL THE TIME LINES prt 2

Short Series !

Female Asgardian reader (now avenger) X TVA Loki

Chapter 1: Avengers I need your help (done)

Chapter 2: Interrogations and proclamations (done)

Chapter 3: Even Asgardians have myths (comming soon)

Chapter 4: -

Chapter 5: -

Chapter 6: -

Warnings: Alot of angst <3, somebody kissed but im not saying who

Summary: After your Lokis death and have moved on and joined the Avengers. After the aftermath of Endgame you and the other remaining Avengers all seek shelter in the new Avengers Warehouse Pepper Potts bought as a temporary replacement while the Avengers mansion is being renovated. What happened after a very tired mission. Well, you're speechless, to say the least.

"Avengers We need your help."

The whole room was quiet, someone they would not expect to see even after everything they'd experienced.

You froze to sight you pray to see every night but not like this.

"HANDS UP"

"PLEASE, AVENGERS WE NEED YOUR HELP."

"Loki....." Thor muttered out.

The room was silent again. Everyone had their weapons pointed to the good of mischief. He had a woman in his hands dying with every breath she took and another man with silver hair was clinging to his shoulder that looked like he took a really bad beating.

"Loki? I thought Loki was yuh know. " Scott continued with a chocking. Yelena shoved his stomach signing to shut up. "OOF , I'm sorry it was just a thought."

You couldn't hear anything, you could barely breathe.

"Y/N"

"She doesn't know who you are dude, now put the chick and the dude down," Sam says pointing his wings at him. "And tell us who you really are."

"I am who I say I am. I may not be the Loki you know but I am a Loki from a different universe, another timeline. I am not the Loki you have...." Loki looks at Thor then you. "Lost."

"Friday check for his, their signatures," Bucky shouted. "On it." the robot replied.

Silence again, frozen again. You look at his face it's just like his, with shorter hair, and more lines, from what looked like stress. He looks just like him.

Tears were forming in your eyes. That night he died. He had the same look of fear in his eyes the night he died.

"Y/N please believe me."

"Y/N your territory what's your call." Bucky looked at you, who were on the verge of crying. Thor noticed how hooked you were and finally said. "Y/N. It's not him. but ... he might be telling the truth."

His voice comforted you and finally snapped you back.

"When did you give me my sword?." You finally said testing the man who stood in front of you.

"What?! My friends are dying and you concerned wit-"

"Do you wish to save them? Tell me, when did you give me my sword. If it is truly you." You sternly said.

"Do you truly think-"

"Answer the question man." Scott pointed.

"Answer. The. Question." Your voice started to break.

"It's a trick question. " Everyone in the room was confused except for Thor who chuckled slightly. "Heimdall gave it to you and it was on the day you became general. I gave you the dagger you hold in your hand. I made the colour of the sleeve wrap to matches your eyes. "

You tighten the grip around your dagger as you let out a strong breath, "Bring the injured to the med bay and bring him to the interrogation room." Everyone was in shock with your composure.

You noticed the girl he was holding struggling to breathe even more as the white haired mans head gash started to bleed more. You also noticed no one was doing what you ordered them to "MOVE.."

Everyone rushed to their aid and Sam and Peter brought (dragged) Loki after a hard struggle and hard eye contact between you two finally dissapeared into the corner.

You finally gasped for air and dropped to your knees as Thor catched you and Bucky came to you aid.

"He's alive again, it's like Ragnarok all over again. Then when I fall in love he's gonna die again and his blood will be on my hands."

"His death is not on your hands. Non of his deaths were on your hands" Thor comforted you as he rubbed your back. Bucky assisted you up as you wrapped around your arms and plopped yourself on the couch. "James, darling I need time alone with Thor."

"Anything Doll, I'll check on our .... guest..." He kissed you cheek and walked away.

"Could it be him."

"He's not our Loki y/n, look at him it is the small features he may live the same timeline to a certain extent but he is not the Loki you fell inlove with. Not the same Loki who saved you from Thanos, not the one who changed on that ship." Thor stated as he hugged you tight. "But I do think if anyone should talk to him it should be you..."

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"ARE YOU INSANE. NO FUCK NO."

"We must try Barnes, Y/N is the only one who knows Loki like the back of her hand. She is the only one he seems to trust at the moment."

"Or the imposter in there might be a Loki Varius or whatvever he said, and trick her and hurt her."

"Boys."

"Y/n is completely capable of defending herself she is a Asgardian General. Compared to you. She surpasses you strength, speed agility-

"Boys..."

"I don't care if she could kill me in 1 stare, I'd still be protecting her which was very clear in the battle of Wakanda something you COULDN'T DO-

"How dare your simple midgardian mind challenge I, you will never be able to protect Y/N as I did in her previous battles and wars for lasting centuries. You weak mortal." Thor tauntingly poked Buckys head making him stumble slightly.

"Oh you better take you finger out of my face." Bucky pointed back at him more intensely

"How dare you point your finger to the god of thunder ."

"Boys. Enough " Wanda used her magic to gain their attention "Have both of you ever took the time and asked what Y/N wants?" she then pointed to you.

"Y/N." Bucky sighed

Crossing your arms you looked at Loki with a pale expression "I'm ready."

"No ones forcing you to be ready at this moment." Bucky gentley placed his metal arm on your shoulder

"We can't risk whatever he is saying to be true or not. All we know is that we have a man beaten to an inch of death and a girl whos been stabbed by an Asgardian relic dagger." You looked at Thor with daggering eyes.

"Wait are you certain. I didn't-"

"Ivars dark matter Dagger, a god killing weapon." You starred at Loki through the glass. You finally stormed out of the room and faced the door leading to Loki. You opened the door for Loki to stand up frantically "Finally Y/N please you have to listen to me."

"Please Loki sit down." You raise your hand.

"Y/N nonono you have to-

"We have to talk like normal beings. Sit. " You showed the chair. Loki sighs and finally sits down. "A man once told me a calm storm is more tamable and weaponized-

"Than a rough and frantic one I know, father will never let that go especially on Thor." Loki rolled his eyes and finally landed on you. You smiled and he giggled.

"So, you look frantic..." You leaned forward folding your arms together. Loki crossed his arms tense covering any and all of the scars he could. You used your magic to heal any clean and open wound and heal the small cuts that were visible to your vision. "You need to understand with how you look and the knowledge we have of your status, we have..... questions."

"I understand." he said plainly

"So lets start with, who are you and what are you doing here." You crossed your arms and leaned back on your chair.

Loki grinned and leaned forward towards you"I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened wit-"

You used your magic to throw a spark at him, which made him flinch backwards. You could hear from your intercom ear Bucky and Thor Laughing while a small echo of Wanda snickering. "Ow yes I deserve that- Force of habit." Loki said rubbing his cheeck.

"Shall we try again." You expression never changed.

"I am Loki Odinson, I come from a timeline where I was captured by the TVA, the time variance authority a group of people who are organized to protect the sacred timeline during the yeear 2012. Ruled by He who remains. Right there I met Mobius who at the time worked for the Time variance authority, although to be fair at the time is uncounted because thats not how the TVA works, time doesn't run normally in the TVA there might not be a past, present or future. But catching Sylvie was one hell of a job especially trying to befriend her, Odins beard, oh Slyvie she is a variant of yours truly, oh and a variant is another verison of yourself from a completely different timeline. Sylvie planned to stop He who remains right after we truly found out everyone in the TVA are people from ruined timelines whom lives were taken from them. The timeline was destroyed at some point because He who remains decided that he infact should destroy it because he has the power to let it start from 0 but we couldn't let that happen that would mean no free will for anyone, we got into this huge battle where variants were trying to fight off Mobius and I, Mobius got hurt. Sylvie manage to pass me the Cronos bulb that could manufacture the machine to destroy the timelines that He who remains was going to use for the distruction of the timelines. But he used Ivars dagger to stop Sylvie but I manage to pull them both out but we fell into a time current when I was trying to push in the coordinates back to the TVA and ended up here, where we need to return the cronos bulb, before the timeline becomes unstable then kill He who remains before he reaches the cronos bulb to destroy all original timelines." Loki hyperventalated while slamming the table infront of you.

You look at Loki who was on the verge of tears his eyes did something you thought you will never see, beg, but that didn't stop you from looking confused at whatever he was saying before.

"You don't understand me do you, no one will. ODINS BEARD IM STUCK HERE AND NO ONE ON THIS MORTALIZED PLANET WILL HELP US, NOT THE FOOLS BEHIND THE WINDOW PANE, NOT THE WORLD NOT YOU. I WAS A FOOL TO TRUST YOU." Lokis eye glared green as the table tossed to the wall and he stood up to point to you. Loki sighed heavily against his gritted teeth and fell on his knees. You on your chair held your hand up giving a sign to Bucky and Thor to stay put.

You notice Loki was scraping against his lap and tears started falling from his eyes. You got up and knelt down to him placing your hand on his forcing him to stop scratching. "I'll have to talk to my team, but Loki believe me when I say... I trust you... I will always trust you."

Loki looked up to you eyes bloodshot red and a pained look, you smiled soflty at him pushing his hair behind his ear. "Breathe with me..." You cupped his face and stroked the cut on his cheek to heal it.

Loki held your hand on his face tight and leaned towards it. He took a breathe then looked back at your eyes. Loki leaned his head on to yours and yelled out all this rage as he let out a painful sob.You let the seconds tick, and allowed Loki to take his time. You hugged him and brought him up with you when he allowed.

As you both seperated you looked up at him as he leaned out to kiss you. Your were stunned and muffled against the kiss and shoved him off you-

Bucy kicked down the door which made you both look towards it in shock "OKAY MAN I LET YOU HUG HER AND CRY AND DO THAT FORHEAD THING BUT THIS HAS GONE TO FAR." Bucky brought his gun aiming at Lokis head. Bucky pushed Loki Against the wall. "You get your slimey Asgardian Royal ass lips off my girlfriend... you two timing- "

"BUCKY..... he couldn't have known...." You crossed your arms at your boyfriends. "LET HIM GO... PUT THE GUN DOWN."

Bucky glared at Loki while Loki stared down towards the Sergeant. "If it weren't for her your asgardian mouth is gonna taste a 9mm bullet going 2100 miles an hour."

"THOR GET HIM OFF."

"I am enjoying the show too much." Thor laughed leaning on storm breaker.

"I'll get him off." Wanda used her magic to seperate the both of them. Bucky floated while Loki was sat back on his chair. Bucky was carried out as he kicked his feet and Thor carried the table back to where it was.

"I'll let you too uh," You Look at Thor and Loki who were across eachother, " You both have alot to reconcile, good luck, I have to deal with my boyfriend." You left the room with Wanda and a struggling floating Bucky.

Thor looked back at Loki who seemed older than when he last saw him, and Loki looking at Thor who has had way more scars than he could count. Two souls where at one point in time would protect eachother by any means necassary now strangers.

"So y/n is betrothed to another man?" Loki raised an eye brow and a smirk.

"Yeah I can't do this." Thor lifted storm breaker and walked towards the door.

"Wait." Loki chuckled, "I.... what happened brother." Thor sighed and crossed his arms, "Alot"

"You know of what I ask about, your eye, your hammer... your scars there are more from the battle of niffleheim." Loki scolded.

Thor looked at his brother, " I am not interested in this "small talk" if you will excuse me."

Loki streched out his arm and used his magic to stop Thor, "Wait, I truly have missed you brother, other than Y/N none of this is fammilliar to me other than you so pleasem stay."

"My Loki will never show this kind of weakness and petyness."

"The years have changed me if you can see."

"I can, I have mourned you too much to get too attached, respect that I may not brother you as I once did. I know by the end of this time, you will leave us again." Thor said plainly. "There is no reason for me to stay. Y/N will decide if we should help you and after we do or don't we shall part ways."

"Has it been that hard."

"When I- this- this is a road I do not wish and never wish to go down unless we are in the banquet halls of Valhalla." Thor sighed, and slammed the Door behind him. Thor crunched the door handle and dropped storm breakers as he breathed in.

"It has been hard."

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"What... was that about?!?!?!?." You scolded the man infront of you who was clearly avoiding eye contact crossing his arms. "He clearly didn't know I had a boyfriend, cut him some slack."

"Yeah and what if that kiss was to stab you, double cross you, poison you or worse." Bucky scolded back. "This is Loki were talking about, the villain of the unexpected, you really wanna trust him just because he cried infront of you."

"This isn't about trust is it." You sighed.

"Ofcourse it is, if anyone laid a hand on you, and I don't care if its some kid I'll still knock their lights out." Bucky gritted through his teeth. He looked back at you who was clearly trying to stiffle back a laugh.

Bucky sighed and confessed, "Okay maybe the jealousy kicked in, but if anything happened to you in that rooom and I did nothing to help you know I would never forgive myself."

You pressed your lips pitying the sergeant and walked up to Bucky and cupped his cheeks as he dove in to kiss you. He pushed you against a wall as both of your lips danced on eachother. "Now this is the Asgardian I wanna be pinning against the wall." As he leaned back down to give you a gentle kiss which you changed to another make out session.

"If your both done, exchaning gross saliva we've got an emergency here. The blonde chick with the bad roots is not doing too well. And the stuff we have at the medbay didn't help with her ASGARDIAN BODY, which might need oh I dunno maybe AN ASGARDIAN TO HEAL HER?!?!?!." Yelena said through the speakers.

You both parted and you blushed slightly, you smiled to Bucky as he brought your hands to his lips. "Go they need you, I love you doll, I'm sorry about how I reacted."

"No I understand, I underreacted in the situation. I know how you feel."

"You should your burned a girls hand in the bar last week because they touched my metal arm."

"She had it comming."

"NOW."

"Be patient Yelena."

"I'm sorry but the girl is not dying any slower."

"Go, I'll look after Loki."

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Finally, apparently my ideas only come out when Im depressed. Hopefully I get depressed soon so I can write the next one.

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Chapter 4

Previous Chapter

Next Chapter

The reveal

During the day different members of the team tried to get you to come down for food but you always declined. They then started to leave food outside your door. But you never ate. After three days the team had started to get worried. “You know she’s going to be dead by the time Coulson gets back” Tony stated. “Anyone have a plan?” Sam asked. “I do” Bucky confirmed. “Oh sure, send the robot up that will make her feel so much better: Tony jabbed. “Well I’m the only one whose had experience with hydra so how can we say it won’t work” Bucky argued. After a haughty debate everyone had came to the agreement that Bucky was the best choice to talk to you. Bucky took himself to the kitchen and made a sandwich and poured a glass of milk. He then walked to your room and knocked on the door. “Y/n I’m coming in okay” he stated “Friday open the door please” As soon as the door opened you rushed to the open window. “Hey hey its okay, I’m only bringing food.” Lifting up his hands he showed you the plate and glass. Walking over to the bed he gently sat on the edge and placed the plate in the middle of the bed and the glass on the bed side table. “You need to eat y/n” he said softly. “I’m fine.” “I promise its not poisoned” he joked but when you didn’t laugh. It dawned on them that’s why you weren’t eating. “We are hear to protect, we are not going to hurt you” he took one half of the sandwich from the plate and started to eat, while munching away he started telling you a bit about his life. “I know what it’s like to be afraid. I was with Hydra for a long time and when I escaped I still had to look over my shoulder, all the time. And on top of that I still had the winter solider programming, all it would take was someone to say those 9 words and I’d be him again. Which is what happened.” You slowly walked to the bed and took the other half of the sandwich and walked backwards to the window again. Your eyes never leaving him. Bucky continued talking as if not to make a big deal about you eating. “But thankfully Steve brought me to Wakanda. And with their help I was able to break free from it. No more words, no more fear. It took a long time for me to trust again but now look at me. An Avenger” he laughed out loud shaking his head. You couldn’t help but notice the lines around his eyes when he laughed and how blue they were. You had to admit to yourself he was a very handsome man. “Do erm do you think your friends in Wakanda could do it again” you stuttered playing with the sandwich in your hand. “What do you mean, like take the words away?” he asked confused. “Yea, if someone else had words like yours, do you think they could do it again?” you looked up at him tears streaming down your face pulling at your lips. Your sandwich still held tightly in the other. His face dropped “y/n no, how?” You shrugged your shoulders “That’s how I was introduced to John, sitting in a chair being injected with the serum and getting electrocuted. Guess he likes that kind of thing " you laughed disgustingly. “I am so sorry y/n” Bucky wanted nothing more to reach out to you. But knew he couldn’t. " You know” he said trying to sound hopeful " I do think you could get the same help as me. But we will have to tell the rest of the team.” You looked horrified at this. " They won’t judge you and I’ll be there with you” he assured you. As Bucky walked in to the kitchen, the team saw the partially eaten sandwich. “Well what do you you know, he actually did it” Clint exclaimed in surprise. Ignoring them Bucky sat the plate down and walked over to Steve. “We have a problem, can you call a meeting ASAP?”

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smaptain-smerica · 1 year

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: {Y/n} Was at the top of her class at the Red Room Academy. Sought after for her expertise in the field by Dr. Zola, who purchased the widow for his Hydra Program. {y/n} Excelled quickly, and began teaching the new recruits using her previously taught skills. All was well until a James Barnes entered the program. His presence turned the entirety of the Hydra program on its head. Rules, hearts and trust broken time and time again.

Maturity: This book is rated mature for graphic descriptions of violence, foul language, and sexual content that may be sensitive to readers under the age of 18.

a/n: This story was originally posted on wattpad and will be updated there first. Follow there for quicker updates! https://www.wattpad.com/user/smaptin-smerica

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Chapter 25

February, 1959

When I came to my senses the first thing I noticed was the intense cold. My entire body shivered and my aching bones cracked as I lifted my head. My entire body was stiff from the cold, preventing me from moving very much.

I strained as I lifted up my hand to wipe away the frost from the glassed tube I was in. I saw the inside of what looked like a lab. Some tables with various technologies on them as well as large machines.

I felt like a rusted robot, my body moving in slow, jerky motions. I was frozen, or on the verge of it.

Suddenly a familiar face appeared in the glass. Red hair and green eyes shone through. I raised my eyebrows and began to open my mouth. She shushed me.

Don't talk. You're in trouble. Hydra is mad. She began to speak to me in sign language through the glass. I kept having to wipe away the frost so i could see what she was trying to tell me.

I'm sorry for the future. I'm doing what I can.

"Ms. Harbor!"

A male voice that could only be Zola's boomed into the room. She jumped, turning her attention to the right. "Dr Zola. Just in time, I believe she's waking up."

Dr Zola walked into view, squinting his eyes up at me as I slowly looked down at him.

"Wonderful. Fully release her."

Caroline walked away from my view. I felt the cold around me completely evaporate and my body was my own once again. The air opened with a pressure locking sound and I stepped out into the real world. "Good evening, soldier." Dr. Zola hummed to me.

I looked at Caroline behind him with a confused look. You don't remember. She signed to me. I returned my attention back to Dr. Zola. "Where am I." I asked, playing along with the scenario.

I didn't remember much after passing out from the pain. Whatever the gave me back at Hydra was strong enough to knock me out for a while. As I was coming back to consciousness I remember now going through the memory wiping machine. Obviously, once again, it didn't work.

"You were you in a war and were severely injured. Left for dead by your friends and fellow soldiers. We found you and brought you back here. The Crytosis chamber, our newest invention. Allows your brain and body to remain on pause. This way, you heal without having to go through unbearable pain or addictive drugs."

The concept of the machine was rather fascinating, revolutionary even. Such a shame it was in the wrong hands. "How long have I been under for?" I asked.

"About one year, I would say." My heart dropped to my stomach. One year? I had been in a frozen sleep for a year?

"You are now part of our enhanced human development program. You've been injected with a serum that has enhanced your regular human capabilities 10 fold." This whole speech wasn't new to me. It was the third time I was hearing it now. I was still processing that I had been asleep for that long.

"But now, we have a mission. Don't worry, everything will come naturally to you. Come, follow me." Dr Zola quickly walked for the door expecting me to follow him. I took in stride after him and made me way through the familiar hallways. I recognized instantly where we were heading, the training center.

The doors opened and the first thing I saw was Bucky standing there in an entirely black tactical gear suit. He looked over at the door as we entered, his metal arm being occupied by a scientist that looked they were adjusting it.

"Good evening, Soldier."

Bucky didn't do anything other than nod a hello. He hardly gave me a second look. I admit, it hurt a little. But he had no idea who I was.

"Your next mission is to extract and exterminate. Here is your file." A woman walked up to me and handed me a Manila folder. I thanked them and watched as Dr. Zola and everyone else cleared the room.

The folder that I was handed was bared and empty. A series of photos were inside of a dark haired, olive skinned man. The only information that was provided was an address in Russia. I closed the folder and sighed.

"Here." I handed the folder in Bucky's direction. He looked at me with a cold gaze through his brow. He rolled his eyes and began to walk away. I was offended by his coldness, furrowing my eyebrows together in confusion. "You don't want to see it?"

"Already have. Let's go." His coldness was off-putting. He wasn't himself. He was hard cold and uncaring. I wonder What changed? Sure they brain washed him and erased everything but he usually was his warm self. I hope that they hadn't changed him.

We exited the building into the airplane hanger and loaded up to be shipped to our mission. Once we were in the plane, there were some neatly folded clothes over the plastic seats. Confused, I picked one up. It was a large, insulated jacket with many pockets.

"Here." I turned around to see Bucky standing behind me, holding out a similar looking jacket, only smaller. "This one's yours."

I looked down at the jacket and then back up at Bucky. "Oh, thank you. Here." We swapped the jackets and I slipped it on over my plain colored T-shirt. Wherever we were going, it must be cold. We were loaded up with different weapons, tactical gear and these round grenades. I examined them in my hand. There was a tiny button on top which I assumed was the activation.

I finally unwrapped my dagger, smiling as I moved my hand over the smooth surface. I was happy to have it back in my possession. "We're about to land!" The pilot yelled back to us.

I concealed my identity by putting on a face mask and goggle combination. The goggles were a dark tint, I could see perfectly out of them but were entirely dark on the outside. I looked up as Bucky approached my side. He had on the same facial covering. He looked down at me, only his eyebrows visible.

The plane rumbled in the landing, causing me to sway a little bit. The door opened and we were hit with a cold blast of wind. The both of us stepped out onto the cushiony ground. My mind was captured by the beautiful sight around me. The ground was smooth, sparkly and white. It had snowed.

I took off my goggles and mask, looking up into the dark sky as small, white snowflakes danced down from the sky. My face broke into a mesmerized expression. "Soldier, what are you doing?" A voice hissed at me.

Snow has been one of my favorite things as a child. It was rare that I got to see it during missions in the Red Room. Snow was clean, beautiful and quiet. It covered the ground in a cold blanket. It absorbed sounds, when it snowed everything was quiet. A quiet I loved to bask in.

I looked over at Bucky, he had taken his goggles off and was looking at me. I couldn't help my excited expression and wide smile. I saw a light in his eyes that I hadn't seen in a long time as we locked eyes. For a very brief moment, I saw the old Bucky inside of there.

"Put that back on. We've got shit to do." He hissed grumpily at me before putting the goggles back on and turning on heel to continue walking. I sighed. I felt a spark in my heart seeing that glimpse of the old man I once knew, but it quickly faded away. I put on my mask, following him towards the back of a hardly visible house.

We pushed through the door and then quickly shut it behind us. It was almost as cold inside as it was outside. I looked around the small, dusty living room. There were two reclining chairs facing a fireplace, off to the right was an open floor plan kitchen, then down the hallway there was a bathroom and a bedroom with a single queen bed. Great, how was this going to work out?

"We will sleep here for a few hours and then head out around 3 am." Bucky threw his things down carelessly on the kitchen table. Meanwhile I had found a small box of matches and began to attempt to start the fire. I scoffed a little and rolled my eyes.

"Yes sir." I said sarcastically, poking at the fire to try and get it to start.

It was Bucky's turn to roll his eyes. His thick, heavy boots thudded on the creaky hardwood as he approached the chair next to me. He sat down hard in the chair, a creak coming from the springs. "Are you always this arrogant?"

"You seriously don't remember me?" I asked, starting to get frustrated with his newly found hard nature.

"Why would I remember you I've only just met you." Bucky sounded rather annoyed as he leaned forward to rest his elbows in his knees.

I bit the inside of my cheek, searching for an ounce of the sweet, kind soul I once knew in those cold blue eyes.

"You once told me that I would make your heart stop any time I walked into the room." I pointed an accusing finger in his direction, looking him deep into his eyes.

I saw a flash of emotion cross his face. There was no telling what emotion he was feeling. The only thing that changed was a brief furrowing of his eyebrows. "That proves nothing." He grumbled.

"The scars on your chest are from you trying to claw your metal arm off. That happened on one of our missions."

Instinctively Bucky's hand moved to his left upper arm. Though it was covered with clothes, I knew he was reaching for where the metal connected. I smirked a little, I had stumped him. He stood up quickly, huffing out air in frustration.

"You can take the first sleep." He offered, walking off to the kitchen. I stood up to follow him. "What do you mean the first?" I asked.

"There's only one bed. We can't both sleep there." He insisted, grabbing a cup and pouring himself a class of water.

I sassily shifted my weight to one him and rolled my eyes. "Scared you'll catch my germs?"

Bucky looked at me while taking a drink from his glass, raising an eyebrow at me. I put my hands up in surrender and turned on heel to walk back toward the bedroom.

"Fine! Don't complain to me when you're tired. You're more than welcome to join me!" My voice got louder as I walked deeper into the hallway before shutting the door. I frowned to myself, sliding down the door to sit on the ground. I brought my knees to my chest and hugged them.

Bucky's coldness towards me was upsetting. I didn't want to say heartbroken, because truly I didn't know what that felt like, but it hurt. I loved him. I'd like to think I still do if I could break down whatever shell he is living in now.

I flipped the fluffy comforter up and crawled into the bed to lay my head down. I quickly noticed how much colder it was now that I was farther away from the fireplace in the front room. I curled myself into a ball to try my best to keep warm.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it felt like an eternity. I was stuck in this trance of half sleep half awake. Too cold to fully sleep but too tired to fully wake up. I felt the covers lift and the bed shift beside me. I finally opened my eyes, looking behind me to see the familiar shaggy brown haired man.

"What are you doing?" I asked in confusion. He scooted closer to me in the bed, pressing his chest against my back and then sliding his right arm underneath my neck. His arms wrapped around my chest and torso before he brought me further into his grasp.

"You were shivering." He said plainly before tucking his head into the back of my neck. His warmth helped significantly with my lack of body heat. I found myself smiling, curling more into his grasp and comfort. This was the Bucky I knew, he was still in there.

Maybe there's hope after all.

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stevetonyweekly · 1 year

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SteveTony Weekly - November 5th

Welcome back! I didn’t read as much as I wanted this week, but there’s some delicious stories here.

***Marks my recent favorites

~*~

An Obeisance to Faults by drifloon

When Tony was little, he hated Cap because he stole Howard’s attention and affection. Captain America was gone, even Tony knew that, but he was right here—dad, don’t you see?

Cap became the standard Howard held him to, and that was the source of Tony’s resentment as he grew older, but eventually—

Eventually, he hated Cap because he looked at Steve Rogers and found himself lacking.

I adore when Tony’s self loathing comes out as aggression towards Steve until he figures out WHY he’s being so dumb.

in another life (you and i) by isozyme for Kiyaar

It’s a man, half-clad in silver armor. His face is covered by an angular mask, eyes glowing blue slits. The suit is a sick frankenstein of Captain America and Iron Man. Tony raises his palms, readying a repulsor blast.

The man opposite him raises a red-gloved hand which, like a terrible mirror, bears an identical repulsor.

The Civil Warrior makes it to Earth-616 six months too late.

This is so sad. Lovely and so sad.

moonlit horizons by msermesth

Tony doesn't believe in magic, but that hasn't stopped Timely's latest visitor from making him an offer he won't refuse.

Ironsides by copperbadge

Antonia Carter Stark takes no shit and no prisoners.

I love this whole fic--female Tony fic is hard to do well and still hit the right note on personality and this is just--flawless.

I'm in the habit of having what I don't want by wobblyheadeddollcaper

Toni Stark, unstoppable force, meets Steve Rogers, immovable object. It's not love at first sight.

"She'd been prepared to like Bruce since she'd first read his scientific papers. It's a pleasant surprise to find out Clint's been hiding a deadpan sense of humour. Natasha – well, she'd always had a thing for wickedly competent redheads in impractical shoes (see Potts, Pepper) so that works. Thor is just really fucking fun. Captain Steve Rogers is... not."

Another female!Toni fic that’s just super well done--I especially love the relationship between Toni and Natasha.

Love in every word you say by AkikoFumi

Steve makes a very precious discovery: Tony blushes at almost everything he does or says to him.

So soft and fluffy.

Brinkmanship by Mollyamory (Molly), Speranza

Robots from the future appear, but only Steve can see them. They thank him for their creation. Then Tony starts seeing them.

I love the playing with time and the way Tony and Steve are brought together.

your tender touch by Perlmutt

After the battle against the Chitauri, Tony comes crashing into Steve's life, wonderful and amazing Tony, and Steve falls for him so hard that he can't put it into words.

And Steve feels like a mammoth in the wrong century. It's up to Tony to show him how wonderful love looks on him

Speak Now by iam93percentstardust

Don't say yes, run away now

I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door

Don't wait, or say a single vow

Your time is running out, and they said, "Speak now"

“You don’t have to do this,” he says, reluctantly passing Steve his cufflinks when he holds his hand out for them.

“I know, Tony,” Steve sighs, his refrain as old as Tony’s by this point. “You’ve said that before.”

“And I mean it! It’s not too late to turn around and run away. I’ll meet you at the back of the church; we can take the limo, leave Bucky that ridiculous convertible. You don’t have to do this.”

I am a huge sucker for song fic and this was so we done.

The Center Of My Universe by KandiSheek

Steve and Tony get hit with a spell that makes them each other's center of gravity. And not in the fun way.

Whoever came up with this curse has a prime spot on Tony's shit list for at least the next decade.

Fresh Start by Annie D (scaramouche)

Everyone can see that Tony and Steve like each other, yet Tony inexplicably turned Steve down. Tony has his reasons, though.

sweet nothing by ohjustpeachy

He would happily spend the rest of his life being surprised by the quiet kindness of Steve Rogers, by the way he gives love in a thousand small, perfect ways every single day, seemingly without a second thought, the kind of love Tony never imagined himself deserving of.

Or, 5 times Tony was caught off guard by his perfect boyfriend.

Steve Rogers Versus The Multiverse by copperbadge

Agent Steve Rogers, callsign Nomad, has been pushed through a dimensional wall. Fortunately there are a couple of Tonys to set things right...

Knock You Down A Peg by KandiSheek

Steve couldn't be happier with his relationship, but he does sometimes miss the feeling of getting fucked. Toni takes it upon herself to blow his mind with a strap-on.

running home (to your sweet nothings) by himboplantdad

i am so sorry for this (no i'm not).

stay tuned for more tswift lyric-based fics because midnights has me in a CHOKEHOLD

I love this fic. I just. Song fics have my whole heart.

the symphony played when you told me your name by meidui

Tony returns the stones and goes back in time.

The day he goes toe to toe with Steve on the Helicarrier. No, that's too late. The night he lands in a flash of red and gold next to Steve in Germany—no, earlier, earlier. One of the many days Steve wanders down the streets of New York carrying his insurmountable grief, sits alone in his apartment with the shutters drawn as he watches old videos and pages through old personnel files— No, no. Earlier.

The day they pull Steve out of the Arctic.

all that you ever wanted from me (was sweet nothing) by meidui

Steve's not sure he’s ready to hear it from Tony, the same things his ex used to tell him. He’s twenty-four now and he still hasn’t outgrown the kid who dragged his body out of bed at dawn and worked himself to the bones to afford a seat inside a studio classroom.

Tony won’t want to be with that kid.

It's so soft.

#Stevetony weekly #stony #stevetony #fic rec #rec list #stony fic #stony fic rec #stevetony fic #Stevetony fic rec list #steve rogers #tony stark #captain america #iron man

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unseededtoast · 8 months

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Rectify | Bucky Barnes

Part 31/37 | Part Thirty, Part Thirty Two

Summary: I've lived every day for the past five years looking over my shoulder. I knew they'd come for me, it was inevitable. I was foolish to think I could outrun my past. It's followed me everywhere I go, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Never would I have anticipated that the shadows would lead me to the light.

Bucky Barnes x OC

Series Warnings: Discussion of human trafficking, alcohol consumption, graphic depictions of violence, sexual content, discussion of suicidal thoughts.

a/n: Hi everyone, thank you for checking this out, I appreciate any and all support! This series is also posted on Ao3 and Wattpad if you prefer those formats/platforms! This is a completed series, and it's going to take some time for me to transfer it to Tumblr, so please bear with me!

It hits me like a brick wall as I realize this could be my last night spent with him.

I wake up to bright fluorescent lights in my eyes. I squint and move my head side to side, I don't know where I am. Restraints hold me to a table when I try to sit up. The last thing I remember is being on the ship fleeing from Sokovia. I hear a door open and someone walks in. The table starts moving and puts me in an upright position. Fury is standing in front of me, arms crossed. I know I didn't leave him on good terms. He scowls at me,

"You have a lot of explaining to do, Averina." He breaks the silence. I swallow, my throat hurting from being dry.

"I can explain everything." I say, voice raspy.

"There will be time to explain, they're putting you on trial." He says.

"Who is?" I ask. I knew when I made the decision to help Wanda and Pietro escape that this was a possibility.

"Shield is. You'll be detained until the council comes together. You could be facing the rest of your life in the Raft."

"The Raft?" I ask, never hearing of it before.

"Max security prison out by Riker's." He says. He takes a few steps closer to me.

"All I have to say is that you better have a damn good explanation." I look into his eye before he turns and walks away.

I close my eyes as he walks out. When I explain what happened who knows if they'll buy it, they might still choose to lock me up. I know in my heart I did the right thing, at least I'll be going to prison with no regrets.

Someone else walks in and I open my eyes. Steve stands in front of me, scowl on his face.

"I don't even know what to say to you. I mean what happened?" He asks, obviously not happy with me.

"Bruce called and said Tony had done something with the gem and that there were rogue robots coming after us. I had to protect them all." I give him the abbreviated version of the whole story.

"And what was that with Bucky on the ship from Sokovia? I saw him kiss you." Is this really what he's concerned about right now?

"Steve, with all due respect I think there are bigger issues to focus on than my relationship with Bucky." This should be the least of our concerns right now and I'm baffled that it's even being brought up.

"I'll be on that council, just so you know." He says and turns to walk out.

"I figured out how to undo the programming, by the way. It's almost complete." He stops for a moment before walking out of the room completely. I hope he comes to his senses and votes logically during the hearing.

Almost immediately after Steve leaves, Bucky comes in. Finally someone I'm happy to see. I smile at him, and he smiles back but I can tell his mind is preoccupied.

"What happened?" I ask, trusting him to tell me everything.

"Well, we made it to the ship. Your arm got totally dislocated when I pulled you up and so they sent you here. They had to screw your arm back into the socket." He says and I nod.

"Well hey at least you're not the only one with a metal arm now." I try to lighten the mood a bit. He smiles and shakes his head,

"Only you could crack a joke when everything is going to hell." He says tenderly.

"Things going to hell is nothing new to me." I say and he sighs,

"Adalyn, I'm going to be honest with you. It's not looking good. They're putting you on trial and Tony is campaigning to put you away for life. There was talk about putting me on trial too but Steve struck a deal with Tony if they benched that." He looks into my eyes and things really start to set in.

"I mean I did commit crimes, Buck. I can't just expect to get off scot-free. If they do put me away, Wanda will undo everything. She has what she needs. I had the book and flash drive in my suit, you'll need to find that and destroy them." I say, giving him instructions in case I never see the light of day again.

"If anyone should be on trial it's Tony. He's the one who caused Sokovia's destruction." Bucky says with anger in his voice.

"Tony has money and connections, he'll never face any time." I say. Though it sucks, it's true.

"Yeah. Anyway, I'm here to get you. You're instructed to stay in the room until the trial." He says and undoes my restraints. He helps me onto the ground and out the door. I feel the pain in my shoulder. My arm is in a sling, which helps alleviate some of the pressure.

We walk quickly to the room to avoid the glances and glares from the others in the building. I can tell most of the people here are likely rooting for me to be put away. Hopefully if I can get my side of the story out they'll understand.

Once we get to the room I sit on the bed and Bucky locks the door. He runs a hand through his hair and sits next to me. I don't know what there is to say. I lean against him, and he puts an arm around me, being cautious to avoid my injured shoulder. If I am put away for life I'll probably never see Bucky again. I soak in the feeling of having him near.

"I don't want to go to prison." I say, the full effect of what might happen hitting me hard. I know I'll be in there with a clear conscience but I don't want to be away from Bucky. I don't think I could live without having him, I can't be without him again. He means too much. After all we've been through it can't end like this.

"We could run away. Disappear, like we never existed." He says. It sounds like a good idea, but I know it could never last long term. I look up into his eyes,

"You know that isn't sustainable." I say. He brushes my cheekbones with his thumb.

"We can make it work. Adalyn I can't live without you." He says and I see his nose turn red, he's holding back tears. With my good arm I pull him in for a hug.

"When is the trial?" I ask.

"First thing tomorrow." He says next to my ear. I know we're working with a limited timeframe. There's one last thing to do before I might get sent away.

"Go get Wanda and see if you can find the book and flash drive. We'll undo it here and be done with it finally. If I am sent away, at least I know you'll be okay and the Soldier is dead." I say and he backs away from the hug.

"Are you sure?" He asks, I nod.

"As long as you're ready." I say and he stands from the bed. He gives me a wordless nod and leaves the room. I stand from the bed and start nervously pacing. This isn't quite how I imagined this would go, but at least it's getting done after all this time.

After a few minutes the door opens again and both Bucky and Wanda walk in. Wanda smiles at me and the air in the room feels heavy and somber. I take a deep breath. I walk up to Bucky and look into his eyes, seeing the fear in them.

"Whenever you're ready we'll do this. It'll be okay, I'll be with you the entire time." I grab his hand and he squeezes it. He leans down and gives me a kiss, I feel the emotion and passion in it. I kiss him back with equal enthusiasm.

He breaks away from the kiss and brushes some hair behind my ear. He bites his bottom lip as he looks over my face. He gives me another quick kiss and then nods his head.

"Let's do this." Wanda hands me the book and flash drive. I place them on the bedside table and go to Bucky.

He sits on the bed and I kneel in front of him. I take both of his hands and hold them tightly. I can see that he's scared, I would be too if I were in his position but I know this will work. Wanda walks behind him quietly and takes a few breaths while she closes her eyes.

"Are we ready?" She asks, accent thick. Tears well in my eyes, along with Bucky's. He grips my hands, and I feel a tear trickle down my cheek.

"I'm ready." He says and keeps his eyes trained on me. I see Wanda behind him start to conjure her magic.

I don't give Bucky any indication of what's happening, I don't want to worry him. I smile and try to put him at ease the best I can. His baby blue eyes close as Wanda's magic touches his temples. His grip on my hands tighten, his metal hand almost crushing mine but I ignore the pain. His needs are more important right now.

I anxiously watch as Wanda works her magic on Bucky. Silently I say a prayer, hoping this goes smoothly. I know once this is done I'll have to say the words to make sure the Soldier is truly dead. I watch as Bucky's face contorts and relaxes, his eyebrows twitching every few seconds. I bite my lip, the waiting is unbearable.

Suddenly, his face is still. Wanda's magic starts retracting itself from his mind. I watch with wide eyes. This is the moment we've been waiting for. Wanda opens her eyes and has an unreadable expression on her face. The silence in the room is deafening. Bucky's grip on my hands goes lax and I watch eagerly, waiting for him to open his eyes.

His blue eyes shoot open and stare straight forward before landing on my face. I can't tell what's happening.

"Bucky?" I ask, more tears threatening to stream down my cheeks. What if something went wrong? He blinks a few times and stays silent, still looking at me.

I worry that it didn't work and he's having an adverse reaction. The simulation showed it would work, and it never failed me for the many years I used it. Tears spill onto my cheeks as my mind starts spiraling.

In the blink of an eye he stands and grabs me by the waist. For a split second I worry that he's the Soldier and that I might be getting killed. However, he spins us around and I see the look on his face, bliss. He sets me on the ground with the widest smile I've ever seen, the brightest twinkle in his ocean blue eyes.

"Adalyn." He says breathlessly. I smile as he leans down to kiss me, the taste of my tears intertwining with our lips. I break away and know there's one last step before we can truly celebrate. I lightly push him back onto the bed and he looks at me with confusion. I wipe my eyes and sigh,

"There's one last thing. I have to say the words to make sure it really works." I say and his face falls flat.

"Let's just get it over with." He says and I nod. I nervously crack the knuckles on my hand and stand in front of him.

"If for some reason it didn't work, I know how to control you. You won't hurt anyone, I promise." I say. He nods and sets his jaw tightly, staring straight. Wanda takes a few steps back. In my native tongue, I start the sequence I'm all too familiar with.

"Longing." I say, his face remains stoic.

"Rusted." My accent becomes more prominent. It's been a while since I've spoken in Russian, especially these cursed words.

"Furnace." His face remains still.

"Daybreak." I say, increasing the speed that I deliver the words. I'm feeling hopeful. Usually at this point he starts reacting to the programming.

"Seventeen." Still nothing.

"Benign." I see his jaw twitch. I pause, waiting to see if anything is going to happen. He doesn't seem to be struggling with anything at all.

"Nine." He licks his lips, still staring straight ahead.

"Homecoming." He turns his focus from the wall to me. I see life in his eyes.

"One." I say, feeling a smile threaten to show itself on my face. I don't want to get too hopeful just yet. There's one more word.

"Freight car." I say. I hold my breath and watch, our eyes locked on one another.

Breaking the tense atmosphere, Bucky stands and once again pulls me in for a hug. His body shakes and I feel wetness soak through my shirt. It worked. It really worked. We pull away from the hug and we're both crying. Tears stream down our faces as we kiss one another.

"You're free. You're finally free." I say, a sob coming over my body. My hands shake with excitement as I hold his face endearingly. I see Wanda back out of the room quietly. Bucky holds my face in his hands, his eyes red and streaming tears.

"I love you so much, Adalyn. You're my saving grace." He says and kisses me. My tummy flips as I hear his words. I kiss him back.

"I love you too, Buck." I say and he rejoins our lips. He's careful of my shoulder, and is gentle as he lays me down on the bed. He hovers over me, lips still attached.

His lips travel from mine, to my jaw, down to my neck and sends shivers down my body. He licks the sensitive skin on my neck and travels to my collarbones. His hands are firm on my waist, my body ignites with heat. I lean my head back against the bed and savor the feeling.

I feel his lips lightly suck on the thin skin covering my collar bones and a soft moan leaves my lips. His fingers travel from my waist and lift the hem of my shirt, exposing my skin to the cool air. His lips leave my skin as he hovers over me,

"Are you sure you want to?" He asks, lips plump and red. I nod my head, knowing I've never been more sure of anything.

"Yes, please." I say, wanting to feel his lips on me again. Without another word he trails kisses from my jaw, down to my neck, past my collar bones until he reaches my chest.

He places soft, tender kisses on me as his metal hand slides under my shirt and teases one of my nipples. A shiver comes over my body as my back arches into his touch. The coolness of the metal sends a feeling of pure bliss through me. My breathing picks up as he continues to tease me, his lips leaving wet marks over my chest and torso.

He slides my shirt up and over my head seamlessly. I watch as he admires my body, his usual bright blue eyes a shade darker, his pupils dilated. I lick my lips and wish he would return the favor for me. With my good hand I tug at the bottom of his shirt and he smirks,

"You want this off?" He asks and I nod my head. He stands straight and pulls it off, his perfectly toned torso on full display. I see the scars around his arm, nothing I haven't seen before. I've seen Bucky shirtless a number of times, but never in this context.

He tosses the shirt onto the floor and hovers over me again, our bare torsos touching each other. I arch into the contact and use my good hand to pull him down to me. I kiss him sloppily, feeling my body pulse with need and lust for him.

I wrap my legs around his waist and move so that I'm on top of him. His hands hold my waist and I lean down to kiss his jaw. His stubble tickles my face as I litter his jawline with soft, wet kisses. I feel his fingertips dig into my skin with each kiss. I grind my hips into his and moan as I feel him underneath me.

I kiss down his neck and flick my tongue on the spot he reacts to the most. He pushes my body down onto his, and I close my eyes in pleasure. I wiggle myself down to rest on his thighs and place a line of kisses down his torso. He tangles a hand in my hair and I look up at him as I lick from the top of his pants to the middle of his abs. He throws his head back onto the bed and his chest rises and falls quickly as he pants in pleasure.

I grind my hips on his thigh as I put my fingers in the waistband of his pants. He bucks his hips up and lets me pull his pants down. He's fully exposed and I waste no time. I lean down and put my mouth on the tip, my hand on the base. I start moving my hand up and down with my mouth, tasting his saltiness on my tongue. I hear a soft moan come from him and I smirk, happy that I'm pleasing him.

His hand tangled in my hair tugs lightly as he moves my head up and down. I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, and flick my tongue on the sensitive spot right underneath the tip. I feel his legs tense up and he moans again, tugging on my hair.

"Come here." He says through his heavy breathing and I move so that my face is above his. He moves his hands to my waist and flips us over so he's above me. He places sloppy kisses on my body, working his way down. He puts two fingers in my waistband on either side and slides my pants down. I feel the cool air hit the heat of my body.

His hands grip my hips and he kisses down from my belly button. I close my eyes and lean my head back as I feel his tongue on me. I push my hips into him, needing him closer. His tongue flicks up and down over my most sensitive part and I can't help but to let out a moan.

I feel two of his metal fingers slide inside me, causing me to gasp. One of my hands tangles in his long hair, keeping his face in place. His fingers pump inside of me, and I feel myself become more and more aroused. He continues this for a few more moments before he takes a break and comes back to me, his face above mine. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.

I reach down and grab him in my hands, pumping my hand back and forth. His eyes flutter, his lips wet from me. I guide him to where he needs to be and rub his tip on my clit before he slides inside of me.

We both moan, the feeling is indescribable. I feel myself grip him as he starts moving his hips back and forth. I bring my lips to his neck and flick my tongue back and forth, causing him to moan once more. I feel for his metal hand and guide it to my neck.

I show him how I want to be choked, and he applies pressure to the sides of my throat. He uses his other hand to hold the headboard. I feel the pleasure all over and moan out loudly. His hips grind into mine, hitting my sweet spot just right. I wrap my legs around his waist and look into his eyes, my mouth open and panting.

I see his eyebrows scrunch together as if he's focusing. I take my hand and move it to my chest, teasing myself. I moan again as I look into his eyes, his pupils grow wider. His lips fall open as he pushes himself into me over and over again.

As his hips keep hitting just the right spot over and over I feel my legs tense.

"Just like that, right there." I moan out, feeling that I'm close. He continues his fluid movements, pushing into me and hitting all of the right areas. I throw my head back onto the bed as my legs tighten around him and I clench around him over and over.

I feel his movements become less and less rhythmic until he pushes himself deep into me. He moves his metal hand from my neck as both of his hands grip my hips. I feel him twitch inside of me and I can't be bothered to care. It all feels too good to think straight.

We both breathe hard as he finishes inside of me, and I moan again as he slides out of me. He rests his head in the curve of my neck and I remove my legs from around his waist. I move over on the bed so he can lay next to me, and he does.

We lay silently next to one another. He kisses my forehead and pulls me close, so that my head is resting on his arm. I look into his eyes, happier than I've ever been before. I cup his face in my hand and run my thumb over the stubble on his jaw.

"I love you, so much." I say quietly. He leans in and kisses me, the two of us soaking in the moment.

It hits me like a brick wall as I realize this could be my last night spent with him.

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Masterlist of my spooky/horror fics 👻

*All fandoms included*

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Stucky - Steve/Bucky

From the Pain I Have Been Frozen Into (I Beg to Be Free)

“You’re awake,” the man smiles, approaches to perch himself on the chair beside the bed. “Do you remember me?” "You’re the one who saved me.” “I am. It’s a miracle I’ve found you.” -- On the run from Hydra, James gets in a car accident during a snowstorm. He's saved by a gentle and caring man who lives in a cabin in the middle of the woods. Why does he instantly trusts him, and why does he keep dreaming of a door in the basement that isn't there?

Thou Shall Call Forth Sothoth

“Ma, I know you’re a witch,” Bucky told his mother a few nights later, under the comfort of the wood cracking in the fireplace and the slow, calm lull outside, the half-moon barely shining through the thick clouds over the neighbour’s house. His mother laughed, took his hand. “I’m not a witch, you silly boy. I’m a priestess.” Bucky frowned. He wasn’t a regular church-goer, but he knew there was no such thing as Catholic priestesses. “Priestess of what?” She fetched the same leather-bound book he found before, all those years ago. “Let me show you.”

Sounds Echo the Absurd

17th century. Steve Rogers goes to the New World with a group of Europeens in the hopes of a new, better life. They settle on the edge of a forest, in what would become Massachusetts. He quickly finds his place as a carpenter, and he may or may not have been staring at the Barnes' son a few too many times. But as months pass, spirits and demons from the forest start to emerge. Steve can feel their eyes on him, can hear them skitter in his house at night. What if leaving offerings for them come to not be enough anymore? What if they want more?

Stony - Steve/Tony

the finger down your spine

The man, with his large brown eyes and beautiful features and small smirk, had a dangerous edge to him. No, not a man, a vampire. His long hair was loose, and he wore a perfectly fit three-piece suit. He was stunning, and it was almost irrelevant to mention that Steve was, indeed, stunned. The stranger’s smile only grew as he dragged his gaze down Steve’s body and brought it back to his flustered face. “Well, aren’t you lovely, lonely soldier.”

Winteriron - Tony/Bucky

crawl inside

Tony wakes up three years after being part of the rescue team for the USG Icarus, the most notorious planet-cracker classed spaceship, and from which he’s the only survivor. He doesn’t remember what happened during that time, or understand why he’s kept in a straightjacket on the Sprawl, the station on Saturn’s biggest moon. What Tony knows is that the Church of Hydra, responsible for the first necromorph outbreak, is redoing the same thing, and that he’s once again stuck in the middle of it. (Dead Space AU)

Red Dead Redemption 2

Morston - Arthur/John

I buried you in the snow

He'd seen all sorts of things during his travels: unexplained flying objects in the middle of the night, robots murdering their masters, a human-made monster, a serial killer convinced he was a vampire, ghosts haunting the swamps and Roanoke Ridge, and the list went on. An encounter with a werewolf wasn’t too far fetched in the greater scheme of things. When he woke up the next day, he wondered if he hadn't just dreamed the whole thing, but the pair of jeans discarded on the floor was still damp and there was a messy drawing of the beast in his journal, along with the simple description: "I saved a werewolf from drowning. He owns me a lasso."

The Witcher

Geraskier - Geralt/Jaskier

The Reanimator of Rosemerrow

“This inn has an interesting reputation. Its owners are usually quick to resale it.” “Because of her decaying state? She just needs some remodel, soon she’ll be back up and about.” He stepped sideway to pat the half-destroyed wall and take a deep breath, away from Geralt’s unfair attractiveness. “Partially, but there’s also been paranormal rumours. Apparitions, misplaced objects, footsteps.” “And you believe in them? I always assumed you were the skeptical cartesian type.” Geralt wasn’t facing him, but he heard him chuckle darkly. “There are things you can’t escape from.” “Indeed,” Jaskier breathed out, thinking of what’d he seen when he was alone in the inn, the heavy presences and the few cases of being touched by a being that he had the unfortunate ability to see. “I’m, uh, familiar with unusual events.” – In 1819, Jaskier accidentally buys an old abandoned inn in the middle of nowhere, England. Haunted, as if this mountain of dust and debris wasn’t already enough of a problem. At least he has a handsome carpenter to help him renovate it.

Sleepy Hollow

Geralt hummed and nuzzled the crook of Jaskier’s neck without thinking. It was foreign to him, being held this gently. Only Ciri gave him hugs nowadays, but this one felt different. Geralt felt understood, precious. “What happened, with the Horseman? How did he hurt you?” “Freed himself and stabbed me when I was about to throw him back through the portal.” He frowned. A wound like this wouldn’t have killed him, but Doctor Lancaster had been right when he said even his metabolism wasn’t this fast. “You used your chaos to save me.” “I did.” “Why?” Jaskier gently cupped the back of his head, his thumb stroking the shell of his ear. “Though I cannot cure the world, I would make you live healthy and happy in it.”

Dragon Age

Cullrian - Cullen/Dorian

You run my life right outta my soul

That was the danger of infiltrating enemies’ sects, and why Cullen preferred to suck information out of lower ranks; easier to make them talk, easier to get rid of. AKA the Vampire The Masquerade AU nobody asked for.

splinters of my soul

“I only see glimpses and pieces. I know the color of your underwear too.” “It’s not necessary.” “Green with a red design, it was a gift from… Mia.” He hid his smirk in his mug, having an image of Cullen in the mirror this morning wearing nothing but that underwear. A wonderful sight. “Cassandra forgot to mention your-“ “Charms? Good looks?” “I was about to say elocution, but that too.” --- Dorian is a medium and psychic owning a small shop in Montreal, Canada. He's content with his life until the Police requests his help for a missing boy and he meets Commander Rutherford.

Ghost in the Cell

Dorian is invited to investigate an haunted prison with a paranormal investigator crew, and he brings Cullen along for some ghost adventures.

Blood Red Setting Sun

This wasn’t Dorian anymore, not the Dorian who would make fun of Felix when he’d become flustered and tongue-tied when trying to talk to a girl, who introduced him to the delicacies of wine and with whom he discussed for hours about books no one else took interest into. He couldn’t believe it, to use such radical mean for such a pitiful reason. Halward Pavus didn't use blood magic on his son, he turned him Tranquil.

#stony #stucky #winteriron #morston #cullrian #geraskier #marvel #mcu #rdr2 #red dead redemption #dragon age #the witcher #twn #my writing #fic rec #halloween

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