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spicler-man · 2 years

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the classic field trip trope

masterlist here Field trips vs. Paintball by FuhkinIero

When he thought about it for a second, it made sense that his classmates were so shocked. Rounding a corner to see Peter dressed in all black, holding a pistol with a rifle strapped to his back would probably freak out most people.

or: Peter isn’t allowed on the field trip to Stark Industries so he plays Avengers paintball instead

Overstepping by Kazbaby

After a field trip to Stark Industries is announced, Peter is accused of lying about his internship. After years of dealing with teachers that ignore bullies and the school rumor mill - except for when it suites them - Peter stands up for himself.

Hidden Treasure by whenwordsmakesense

Peter forced himself to stay calm. Saturday, what a day. Either he could go to school and come back here for a field trip to his own home and get bored and simultaneously insulted by Flash and become the indirect reason of the Avengers murdering a teen, or he could attend one meeting that day and avoid seeing his classmates and not let his secrets be revealed.

Peter's acadec team gets a chance to go to the Avenger's Tower and Peter doesn't want to. Also he is the (secret) heir to SI. What could go wrong?

Thanks, Dad! by TPWK_biatch

‘’Hey, Tony! Have you seen my charger?’’ Peter walked into the living room only to freeze on his track the moment he entered.

There stood the rouge avengers, staring at Peter Parker who was eating a cold leftover slice of pizza. The superheroes looked just as puzzled as Peter was feeling.

Or me at three am going, 'you know what's better than one popular trope? Two popular tropes.' A Peter 'Parker meets the Avengers' and a 'Peter Parker goes on a field trip to SI' fic.

We do field trips here? by OK_ButWhy1

I enjoy this trope too much to let it die. My take on the 'Peter goes on a field trip to Stark Tower' trope.

Written because I live for Tony and Peter father/son fluff. Join me for a classic field trip story with a slightly more realistic look at how Stark Industries functions.

top ten anime betrayals by kernsing

Tony flicks his gaze toward the group of students gawking and does a compulsory once-over. He doesn’t seem to be looking for Peter. Peter sinks deep in his hoodie and prays he blends in anyway.

Unfortunately, Tony catches his eye, does a double-take, and smiles. “Oh, hey!” he says as he walks over. Then, to Peter’s eternal mortification, Tony sticks one end of a piece of metal in his mouth so he has a free hand to ruffle Peter’s hair. With the piece still in his mouth and muffling his voice, he says, “Didn’t know you were here. I have to go talk with Dr. Karim in her lab right now, sorry I can’t stay and chat longer.”

Peter goes on a field trip, Tony doesn’t know, and FRIDAY wants revenge.

{Rogers Is An A-Hole (Field trip)} by Chaeyoung26090 for bkykorisayshoho

Requested by bkykorisayshoho: Hey! Do you still accept orders? And if the answer is "yes", you could do a one where Peter Parker goes on a field trip to the tower and the rogues are there and Steve says something Tony's bad, causing Peter to get mad and attack him, preferentially breaking his nose or his arm while midtown just watches and Harrington dies internally?

********** Peter put his hand in his pockets and spun around, staring at every Rogue in the eye critically. Bucky was standing further back, glaring at his teammates' backs. He seemed to have taken no part in the confrontation. Peter noted this in his mind.

"You are all bullies," he said finally, walking over to lean against the wall opposite to them.

"We're not-"

"Really?" he raised an eyebrow, "Four of you are against one man, letting one pile all the blame of the things he should take responsibility for on him. And you have the actual audacity to say you're not bullies?"

Now they looked slightly abashed, but not in the way they should be. Peter felt like he was going to explode, but stayed calm. Screaming at them would make him seem childish.

Stark Jr. by SketchyNebula

Peter Parker has just accepted that his peers will never believe in his Internship. Really, lately he has just been trying his best to keep his life in balance between all his daily responsibilities that tug at him for his attention, but then his class comes to his place of work without him knowing about it. Peter should never underestimate his 'parker luck'.

A.k.a I threw my hand in this ring because I love this trope

This is the worst timeline by Hittinmiss

Chair Dude: I have some good news and some bad news

Chair Dude: good news is you didn't miss any training for decathlon

Chair Dude: bad news is that they decided the field trip without you ://

Man of Spiders: why is it bad news??

Chair Dude: because Flash decided to pick the compound and no one said no so…

Man of Spiders: Dude why didn't you say no???

Chair Dude: I would have been out voted Dude!

Chair Dude: I also wanna see the compound as well so yeet

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Field trip fic!

It's Above My Clearance Level by tsk

In which Peter's class goes on a field trip to Stark Tower, and no one knows why this kid has such high clearance.

Definitely Worth It by jennylarner

Peter doesn't want to go on a field trip to Stark Tower. It's a recipe for disaster. His class doesn't believe him, his teacher doesn't believe him. If he makes it through the entire day without being suspended, it'll be a miracle. Unfortunately for Peter, he's never much believed in miracles.

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“This is a goddamn disaster.” Peter declared miserably. At least he hadn’t thrown up his food.

“Could be worse.” MJ said across from him. Peter lifted up his head.

“Oh yeah, how?”

MJ shrugged. “They could have expelled you instead.”

Peter gaped at her. “Thanks MJ, that’s really helpful. I feel so much better now.”

the heir to stark industries by OnlyForward

peter parker doesn't know it yet, but he's the heir to stark industries. this fic is basically tony training him to be the heir by making peter act as ceo during the youngboss protocol, where peter takes charge of the company in case of emergencies.

essentially, peter does cool stuff at stark industries and also there's a field trip fic in chapter 4, because everyone loves a field trip fic.

multi-chapter fic!!

Just Another Day by The_Mishamigo

Peter’s class gets the chance to visit Stark Industries. Tony is incredibly impressed over the kid and decides to hijack the tour. What could possibly go wrong?

Dysfunctional by ApolloLoki97

“Dude, you’re complaining about your family. Which would be normal if they weren’t the freaking Avengers.”

Peter's second family is a bit dysfunctional.

Almost two years after the sudden death of Aunt May, Peter is living with the Avengers at Stark Tower under the guardianship of Tony Stark. Between juggling his avenging and senior year, Peter is exhausted, but he has his family behind him. When his class gets invited to tour Stark Tower, Peter isn't thrilled and spends all week dreading it. Throw in a mission here and a couple of gods there and Peter Parker is having one hell of a week. Will he manage to stay sane until its over?

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Or the typical field trip fic with a little extra thrown in.

This is my first Marvel fic and I love this prompt so much, so here's my take on it.

Kissin’ Dynamite by crime_fighting_spiderling

“Maybe I shouldn’t go.” Peter spoke. MJ shoved a permission slip into his hand at his comment.

“You’re going.” She simply stated.

Where Peter and his class go on a field trip to Stark Tower.

Mr Stark Enough For You? (another field trip fic bcs we dont have enough) by Livinei

Peter isn’t worried because he thinks Tony won’t say yes, he’s worried because he’s sure Tony will. And he’s not sure how he feels about having his entire class waltzing around the place where he spends practically more time than in his own home, where he has his own room, and where he regularly eats Lucky Charms with one of the most influential men in the country, in his pajamas. Not that they’d ever know any of that. Tour groups don’t go to the living quarters of the Tower anyways, they hardly ever go past the 50th floor, Peter knows that. And it isn’t fair to his class if he doesn’t ask just because he…spends a lot of time there? Yeah, Peter sighs, he has to ask. He promised, anyways.

IT'S A FIELD TRIP FIC, WE LOVE THOSE

The Tour by concreteflour

If Peter won't stand up to his Bullies, who will? Plus, no one really believes that Peter interns at Stark Industries.

Robots and Fire Are a Bad Combination by Singing_Siren

Ned's acting weird. Peter just wants to make a robot, but when Ned's secret turns out to be a field trip to the tower, it puts his plan on hold.

Petey by inakua

Peter is on a field trip at stark industries when he's interrupted and some interesting revelations comes to light. Who's this child that's clinging to him? And since when has Tony Stark been referred to as dad! Dad!Tony, not endgame compliant, Tony Stark is alive and well, obviously AU.

The Worthiness of a Spider by inkinmyheartandonthepage

In order to gain some good PR for the Avengers, Pepper organises for some schools to come visit the Avenger’s Compound. After two schools, the Avengers have a routine down, what to say, how to make the kids laugh – until Midtown School of Science and Technology. Or Thor really shouldn’t have forgotten to mention how his hammer worked.

Rule Them All by inkinmyheartandonthepage

“Oh no,” Natasha frowned as she approached the group with Carol. Nat gestured to the hammer on the table, her eyes flicking from each of them. “We’re not doing this again, are we?”

The Avengers forget to tell Peter what it means to be able to pick up Mjolnir.

Constant Internal [Spider] Screaming: Semi-Connected Scenes from a Graduating Senior’s Life by isaDanCurtisproduction

When Peter's Teacher announces that his Graduating Class's Senior Trip is going to be to Stark Industries, the place where Peter has an internship, and where he spends so much of his free time, he is... less than enthused. No one believes his Internship is real and frankly, he just doesn't want to deal with it, but between May and Mr. Stark, he doesn't really think he's going to get much of a choice. He's going to have to go At least Ned is excited about it. And hey, he has a month till the actual day, maybe he'll fall into a pit or get carried away by a stork-themed villain or fall into a Coma or something before the dreaded Field Trip

field trip by OnlyForward

peter is the heir of stark industries on a field trip to his work place. when things start to go wrong in the r&d labs, he has to step in and fix all of it. feat. midtown senior class + pepper potts + a guy called paul

aka heir peter being bamf for your souls

Went To Hell And Back, But It Was Worth It by SargeantWoof

The Academic Decathlon team gets to tour Stark Tower.

Peter's not thrilled. But, well, Ned is, and MJ, and Betty, and Sally, and Charles, and Cindy, and Abe, and especially Flash.

It's fine. Nothing exciting happens in the building that much anyway.

Only, he forgot his version of excitement is nothing like a normal high school student's.

air force by OnlyForward

peter goes on a field trip to the air force building with the rest of his senior year and has to step in when there’s a break-in and the building goes into lockdown protocol

aka another field trip fic gone wrong because peter parker can never have a normal field trip

He's everywhere by schrijverr

There is a field trip to Stark Industries and Peter is not on the field trip, but he is working there during it. The group seems to bump into him everywhere they go.

School at Work by schrijverr

A classic field trip to Stark Tower, where Peter already works and they find out fic. Here Peter is already in the building when he stumbles upon his classmates on a field trip, they are a bit surprised to see him there.

Field Trip by inkinmyheartandonthepage

Peter Parker gets forgotten on a Field Trip, his class leaving him behind at the Avengers Tower. But it’s okay, because his hero Tony Stark will get him home.

air force by pomegranateboy

peter never really had a good time on field trips, this one appears to be the exception.

Midtown High at Stark Industries by Nanerich

Shit. Peter's class has been invited to tour SI. All Peter can hope for is that a certain Ironman has no idea about this and stays as far away from Peter, who just wants to be invisible. But then again, we are talking about Tony Stark here... He probably not only made sure Midtown would be invited, no, if Peter knew his Irondad, there were a whole lot more surprises in store...

Tony Stark And Peter Parker Have No Regrets In Their Actions. by nenz

Despite what many people think, Peter is actually quite set on proving Flash wrong. And this field trip to Avengers Tower is exactly what Peter needs to do so. Not only that, Tony also wants to prove the little-shit wrong.

So Tony hijacks the kid’s field trip.

Tony Stark's Intern by yellow_sleeping_bag

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Hidden Truths by lostintheclouds321

"Peter Parker wasn’t worried about the field trip at all. No way, Jose. Tony Stark didn’t even know him. Well, he knew Spider-Man, but that was different!"

Despite trying his best to keep his identity as Spider-Man secret from Tony Stark on his field trip, things escalate out of control. What's new?

Mouthful of sourness and an armful of sweetness by ArtAndTarts

It's time for Midtown high's senior field trip, which has said seniors buzzing with excitement. When their destination is revealed to be The Stark tower, the excitement levels go through the roof for all except for one Peter Parker, who can only hope his family won't embarrass him too much.

Undercover Chaperone by happyaspie for waitingondaisies

When Peter's field trip to MoMA is in jepordy of being cancelled due to lack of supervision, he asks Tony for advice. He didn't expect him to actually sign up to chaperone. And when Peter brings up his concerns about Tony being recognized, Tony assures him he has everything under control.

#spider-man #spider-man fics #irondad and spiderson #iron man #irondad fics #peter parker #peter parker fics #tony stark #field trip fic #tony stark fics

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queen-of-the-avengers · 4 months

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Iron Man: Part Nine

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (implicitly)

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

If what happened in Gulmira happened yesterday, then there is news coverage on it somewhere. You flip through the channels to get to the right station.

"The fifteen-mile hike to the outskirts of Gulmira can only be described as a descent into hell into a modern-day Heart of Darkness," the female announcer says. Pictures of the violence and wreckage in Gulmira are shown. "Simple farmers and herders from peaceful villages have been driven from their homes, displaced from their lands by warlords emboldened by a new-found power. Villagers have been forced to take shelter in whatever crude dwellings they can find in the ruins of other villages or here in the remnants of an old Soviet smelting plant. Recent violence has been attributed to a group of foreign fighters referred to by locals as the Ten Rings. As you can see, these men are heavily armed and on a mission. A mission that could prove fatal to anyone who stands in their way."

"Fuck the Ten Rings. They're a disease. They'll hurt anyone they touch," you say. A video is shown of the damage when one of the men is shown without a mask on his face, and you gasp in shock. "That's him. That's the man who wanted you to build the Jericho."

"With no political will or international pressure, there's very little hope for these refugees. Around me, a woman begs for news on her husband who was kidnapped by insurgents, either forced to join their militia or killed. Desperate refugees clutch yellowed photographs, holding them up to anyone who will stop. A child's simple question, 'Where are my mother and father?' There's very little hope for these refugees who can only wonder who, if anyone, will help."

Tony gets up with a look of murder in his eyes, and you quickly follow him to the area where he was testing his suit.

"Tony..."

"I'm going down there. Are you coming or not?"

"Hell yeah, I am." The floor opens up as machine parts work with Tony to put together the newly painted red iron suit. The helmet is put on last, and the two eye holes shine brightly with vengeance. "Let's go get those sons of bitches."

Gulmira is a fifteen-hour flight from Los Angeles which is only an hour from Tony's house in Malibu. You and Tony can make it in about five. There are no other planes in the area where you're flying so you're not worried about running into another aircraft and being shot down by it. Flying this high and at this speed makes the wind feel nice in your hair but this is far from a vacation. You're avenging a friend's death and destroying any chance the Ten Rings have at buying weapons from Tony's company again.

"Are we almost there yet?" you ask Tony through the earpiece you have in.

"Just about."

The entire town of Gulmira is in ruins. Civilians are being killed on the spot, women and children are being separated from the men, and soldiers are ransacking this poor town. The man who spoke Arabic in that cave when Yinsen translated is in charge of these soldiers, and your eyes narrow angrily.

You and Tony touch down on the ground and everything pauses for a few seconds. The refugees are scared and hopeful, and the soldiers are angry at someone from the outside is here to intervene. They raise their guns and you put your back to Tony to use him as a shield. You may have incredible powers but bullets can still kill you and Tony is the perfect shield to protect you against them.

There are soldiers coming from your end with guns in their hands but you're way ahead of them. Flames cover your body from head to toe, startling the refugees even more. You throw fireballs so hot that when they come into contact with the soldiers, they're dead instantly. Those who can withstand the heat scream in terror and run around trying to put out the flames, but they soon succumb to their injuries.

When Tony kills the shooter, he turns to where the hostages are being kept. Five soldiers have five refugees in front of them with their guns pointed at their heads. One of them has her two young children in her arms as she prays for someone to help her. Tony realizes that he can't kill them without hurting the women so he powers down his repulsors. Seeing him do this allows you to extinguish your flames.

Tony's display isn't available to you but you can only imagine Jarvis is targeting the soldiers. Tiny rockets rise from Tony's shoulders, and he fires them at the soldiers so that the only people left standing are the women and children. The man who started this all is somewhere around here, and you walk past the refugees to find him.

You turn a corner and see him desperately trying to get someone on his satellite phone. You clear your throat and smile sweetly at him. Since being rescued, you've taught yourself a little Arabic just in case you were given this opportunity.

"حان دورك في المعاناة."

It's your turn to suffer.

You kick the man in the chest, breaking the wall behind him to pieces. He falls flat on his back in front of Tony who looks down at him. If he's going to truly suffer for his crimes, then only the people of Gulmira can give it to him.

"كله لك. اجعلها مؤلمة."

He's all yours. Make it hurt.

Next on the agenda is to destroy all Stark weapons that the Ten Rings have so that they may never use his name to hurt people. If you had gone about this alone, you'd have trouble hitting each and every weapon by hand because you don't have Jarvis as your eyes and ears. Tony does which is why he is able to make all weapons a target for destruction. Before he has a chance to press the trigger, someone shoots him out of the sky, barely missing you.

"Tony!" He crashes into the ground in a cloud of dust. You fly down to his side and put a hand on his metal shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Peachy."

He groans in pain and climbs out of the hole with a murderous look in his eyes--well, the Iron Man eyes. A tank is a few hundred yards away from you and Tony, and they fire a rocket to destroy you. You use your aerokinesis to shoot it to the sky and then your pyrokinesis to explode it in a burst of fire. Tony shoots one of his own rockets at the tank and turns seconds before the tank exploded.

The melting point for Titanium is just over three thousand degrees Fahrenheit. The melting point for lead bullets is just above six hundred degrees Fahrenheit, so what you're about to do won't hurt Tony at all. Soldiers aim their guns at you and Tony and begin firing, but you create a wall of fire in front of you to protect you. The temperature of the firewall is seven hundred degrees Fahrenheit which melts the bullets before they can even get to you. The air around you becomes too hot to breathe in, Tony's feeling the heat from inside his suit, and the buildings and minimal plant life around you go up in flames.

"Take care of the weapons."

"Take five seconds and get ready to fly like a bat out of hell."

"Got it!"

Tony flies toward his company's weapons and fires his rockets at everything so that when you two leave, there will be no trace of his weapons here. Five seconds go by and you shoot into the sky knowing this part of town will be blown off the maps. Tony follows you away from the active war zone and toward the direction of home. The Air Force will no doubt be on your ass for what you just did but you did their job in ten minutes, and very easily you might add.

"Sir, Colonel James Rhodes is on the line," Jarvis says when the phone starts ringing.

"Hello?"

"Tony?"

"Who is this?" you ask.

"It's Rhodes. You're on this line too, Y/N?"

"Speak up, please," Tony says.

"What in the hell is that noise?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm driving with the top down."

"I need your help right now."

"It's funny how that works, huh?"

"Speaking of funny, we've got a weapons depot that was just blown up a few clicks from where you two were being held captive."

"Well, that's a hot spot. Sounds like someone stepped in and did your job for you, huh?" you smirk.

"Why do you sound out of breath, Y/N?"

"I don't, we were just jogging in the canyon."

You say the first thing that comes to mind and then you remember what Tony says about driving with the top down.

"I thought you two were driving."

"We were driving to the canyon where we're going to jog."

"You sure you don't have any tech in that area I should know about?"

"Nope!"

"Okay, good because I'm staring at two right now, and it's about to be blown to kingdom come."

Just as he says that two fighter jets appear behind you ready to shoot you down.

"That's our exit," Tony says and hangs up the phone. "Split up!"

Tony goes one way and you turn the other way to keep both fighter jets from attacking the two of you at the same time. If Rhodey can see you and Tony without knowing it's you and Tony, then he's going to have a hell of a time explaining why a woman is flying without special aid. He doesn't know what you can do but it's sure as hell right to tell him now.

If you make it out of here alive.

"Tony, what do we do?" you ask.

"Don't let them hit you!"

The fighter jet on your ass deploys a missile straight at you. Without stopping, you look back and send a fireball straight into the nose so that it explodes without hitting you or causing you harm. The fighter jet swerves so it doesn't get hit by the explosion and catches up to you quickly.

"You want a chase, I'll give you a chase," you smirk.

You pick up speed and jet further from it at speeds much faster than a fighter jet. Tony catches up to speed with you and you look at him with a smile. Both fighter jets catch up to you, and you look behind you as you come up with a game plan.

"Tony, hide under the belly of the jets! They'll think we're gone and they'll leave."

"Smart!"

You and Tony duck out of sight from the jets and fly up to the belly and hang on. The pilots are confused as to where you went but they think they've taken care of the problem.

"Jarvis, call Rhodey."

"What are you doing, Y/N?"

"Don't you think it's time he knows? He's going to kill us if we don't say anything."

"Hello?" Rhodey answers after the third ring.

"Hi, Rhodey. It's us."

"It's who?"

"It is us. What you were asking about is us," Tony sighs.

"No, see, this isn't a game. You do not send civilian equipment into my active war zone. Do you understand that?"

"This is not a piece of equipment. I'm in it. It's a suit. It's me!"

"Rhodey, you're targeting us!" you exclaim.

Both fighter jets pull back to return to home base when they spot you and Tony on either one of the jets. The jet that's on top of Tony shakes violently to knock him off sending him right into the jet's wing. The jet starts to spiral down toward Earth's surface and if you don't do something, the pilot is gonna die. Every pilot has an ejection button that will remove them from the aircraft when in an emergency situation, so the pilot pulls the lever.

However, his parachute doesn't engage.

"I got it!" you explain. You fly down toward the falling pilot who panics and struggles to get his parachute to deploy. He looks up to see you fly toward him, and you give him a friendly smile. You use your air powers to keep him from falling. "Don't worry, you're safe."

"What the hell?" he gasps.

"Is that you, Y/N?" Rhodey gasps.

"Yes, it's me!" The other fighter jet is following Tony and trying to shoot him down, and you need him to help the parachute to open. "Call off your guy so I can save yours! Tony! I need your help!"

Tony flies down to the man who is still stuck in his chair, and he punches the box that contains the parachute. With it out of the box, the man is safe to freely float down to Earth. You let him descend to safety before flying up to help Tony evade the threat of the other one. With your combined powers, you're able to escape before the pilot can shoot you down.

"Y/N, you can fly?"

"Come by to see what Tony's working on, and I'll tell you everything."

"You two owe me a plane, you know that?" Rhodey chuckles.

"Technically, he hit me. Now, are you going to come by and see what I'm working on?"

"No, no, no. The less I know, the better. What am I supposed to tell the press?"

"Training exercise. Isn't that the usual bullshit?" you chuckle.

"It's not that simple."

"I think it is. I need a drink," you smirk.

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diamond-coral · 3 years

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A Game

Summary: Tony suggests a game that you, the unfortunate intern, get dragged right into the center of: who can make a woman cum the fastest?

Pairings: all dark!: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Thor x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader, Tony x Reader, implied natasha x reader

Warnings: DUB-CON/NON-CON (oral: f-receiving, fingering, tiny smidge of analplay) VOYEURISM/EXHIBITIONISM, BLACKMAILING, OVERSTIMULATION. The characters in this story are NOT good people. After reading the warnings, your media consumption is your own responsibility!

As Stark’s party mellowed down and all the guests left, you, the unfortunate intern, were called over to the small group of five Avengers seated in a section of couches.

“Y/n, come!” Thor’s voice boomed.

“Y/n, come!” Sam mimicked, deepening his voice to make fun of Thor’s.

You approached them as the men snickered at Sam’s joke.

“What can I do for you?” you ask, a fake smile plastered on your face.

Stark cleared his throat and raised a brow at you; a silent command.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

“A round of drinks please, and add this to Sir Barnes, Sir Rogers, and I’s drinks.” Thor handed you the flask of his Asgardian liquor and you accepted it, hiding the slight nervous tremble of your hands.

“Of course, sir.”

“Someone’s been learning their manners,” Steve taunted, and it took all your restraint to not snarl at him.

“Easy there, Rogers,” Stark interjected, noticing how your fingers clenched Thor’s flask tighter. “Pretty sure Barnes fucked the brat outta her couple days ago when he came back from that shitshow of mission in Bosnia. Got a lot of pent up rage there, Buck?”

“Mission just put me in a bad mood,” Bucky shrugged. “Either way, I don’t think I fucked all the brat outta her. Got anything left for me, doll?”

“I have nothing for you, you self-righteous, ignorant prick,” you spat venomously.

“There she is. I always love a challenge.” Bucky smirked at how your knuckles were turning white around the flask. “Now didn’t Thor ask you to go fetch us some drinks?”

You huffed, opting to bite your tongue rather than lashing out, and spun on your heel toward the minibar.

Three-months ago, you would never have imagined your internship interview at S.H.I.E.L.D to bring you here. Your interview had been conducted by Captain America himself, and just as things began to look promising, it was interrupted by a sharp knock from Tony Stark. Tony had brought Steve into the hall, leaving the door to the conference room open, and you could only sneak glances through the window of the room, hearing Steve whisper about how it was “a question of morality” while they both kept looking back at you.

You got the position, and the next day, Tony sat you down and gave you an offer.

The Avengers needed to be ‘taken care of’, as he put it, and you being a ‘stress-reliever’ would boost morale around the team. Most of the them never had time for the outside world (apparently saving the world was a big commitment?) and were rarely ever able to make lasting relationships. You could accept the position, be compensated monthy, and get to live in the compound, or you could decline, and walk away with your mouth sealed by the confidentiality contract you signed before the interview. Something about S.H.I.E.L.D. work being linked to a lot of top secret information, meaning you weren’t allowed to speak any details of the job to outside parties unless you wanted to get sued for every penny you were worth.

You had been on the cusp of taking the second option before Tony mentioned your sister’s job as S.H.I.E.L.D. as an agent. She was half the reason you’d interviewed for an internship. A couple words from Tony about her possibly falling into a fatal accident on a mission, and you took the position offer in a heartbeat.

You almost overfilled the glass while getting lost in your train of thought. Setting down the bottle of expensive whiskey, you placed the last glass next to the others on the silver tray, and picked it up, gracefully yet begrudgingly making your way back to the small gathering.

“Y/n, finally. We were just talking about who here can make a woman cum the fastest.”

The complete utter bluntness of Tony’s words caught you entirely off guard, and you tripped over your own feet, stumbling in your high heels to keep the tray of drinks from falling before Sam reached an arm out to catch the tray and another arm to hold your hip and steady you.

You ripped yourself from Sam’s touch without acknowledging or thanking him, to disturbed by Tony’s previous words to do so. You began passing out the glasses of dark liquid. “And you’re telling me this why?” Your voice was flat in hopes of showing Tony you were completely disinterested in any plans he might have.

“Why, we need your aid, Lady Y/n,” Thor answered a little too cheerfully for your taste.

“I won’t be partaking in your little immature competition of toxic masculinity.” You crossed your arms and continued. “It makes it seem that women are nothing but prizes. Games to be played by boys as they fight over the highscore. Toys.”

“Aren’t they?” Steve cocked his head, eyes glimmering with amusement while a smirk painted his face. The rest of the men chuckled at his reply.

“I think HR would be shocked to hear that Captain America is being a sexist dick to a woman in the workplace,” you bit back, but your threat was weak and they all knew it.

“I think HR would be to busy writing a condolence letter to your sisters family if, let’s say, on her mission with Sam tomorrow in Russia, a stray bullet hit her,” Steve replied. A quick reminder at the stakes.

Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head in mock sympathy. “Those darn Russians and their careless aim.”

He abruptly pushed himself off the couch and clapped his hands together. “I wanna go first,” he declared.

“Just remember, you can’t use your dick,” Tony added. “Some of us don’t have super soldier serum enhanced fuckwands.”

“Please never, ever say fuckwand again,” Bucky said, scrunching up his nose. “Besides, the hydra serum didn’t do anything down there.” He waggled his eyebrows while elbowing his enhanced counterpart. “Don’t think I could say the same for this punk here though.”

Steve muttered a ‘shut up’ while the group snickered.

All while they compared sizes like a bunch of teenagers, Sam manhandled you onto the coffee table in the center of the couches. You let out a grunt as you were shoved onto your front, stomach pressed into the tabletop while your pelvis was slammed into the edge.

Sam kneeled behind you and brought up two fingers to your mouth.

“Get ‘em nice and wet for me, baby.”

The men around you went quiet, entranced as you reluctantly took Sam’s fingers into your mouth, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around them.

When Sam finally pulled them out, he looked back at Tony.

“You ready?” Sam asked.

Sam hiked the flowy skirt of your dress up your legs causing you to squirm and pathetically thrash; a desperate attempt at putting an abrupt stop to this stupid game.

“You’re on the clock.”

At Tony’s words, Sam immediately stopped your desperate attempt at worming away from him by catching you by the back of your neck and slamming you back down hard on the coffee table. Much to your disdain, the rough treatment made you wet, and that was the last thing you wanted them to see.

But when Sam pulled your lacy panties down, you could tell it was the first thing he noticed.

“Fuck babygirl, I didn’t need you lubing up my fingers, you’re already drenched,” he noted.

You let out a soft moan as Sam worked two calloused fingers into your pussy. Although they’re thick and long, they were nowhere near the size of his dick and you silently thanked whatever was out there that he wasn’t splitting you in half with it at the moment. Sam released the grip on your neck, moving to settle the hand on your ass before giving it a light squeeze and a slap that elicited another moan from you. While Sam slowly began moving his fingers- twisting, curling, and pumping them- he leaned over you, caging your body under his broad chest, to speak dirty words into your ear.

“Baby, you’re so wet right now, I think you like having them watch you.” Your cheeks burned in shame while he picked up the pace. “You want them to see how well-behaved you are for me? Want them to see how you come on my hand like a good little slut?” he cooed.

Slow pumps now turned to quick thrusts from his skilled fingers and Sam groaned as you fluttered around him.

“That’s it. You’re taking me perfectly.”

Twisting his wrist so his thumb could also strum your clit, Sam was moving so fast you’d easily mistake him for a superhuman.

“Yes, Sam, please,” you cried out, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, babygirl. Wrong word,” he scolded, although his pace never slowed as his fingers brutally fucked into you.

“Daddy!” you screamed. “I’m cumming!”

You chanted those words, cunt clamping down on his merciless fingers. He gave you no reprieve, mercilessly thrusting into you, until you squirted, your release coating his hand and dripping down his forearm. Only when you were almost crying, did he finally remove his hand from your abused cunt.

“Now that-,” Sam stated, grinning while he stood. “-is how you make a girl come.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever Birdbrain.” You don’t have any strength to look at Tony as he speaks. “Give her a couple minutes before whoever’s next.”

Whatever the conversation was between them (you couldn’t hear it over the buzzing in your brain), it was much too short to your liking. The few minutes Tony gave you only felt like a few seconds before Bucky was getting up.

“Guess I’ll take a crack at it,” he announced, rolling his head from side to side.

“No one says “take a crack at it” anymore, old man.”

“Keep talking when your in last place, Sam,” Bucky quipped, however, his tone was still light.

You felt a metal hand on your hip before you were rolled over onto your back, now facing Bucky while your eyes pleaded with him.

“Please dont,” you croaked.

Bucky just scoffed, kneeling down between your legs and wrapping both arms around your thighs as he pulled you closer.

“Tony?” His hot breath fanned your pussy as he spoke and you inhaled sharply at the feeling.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Stark said.

Bucky wasted no time the moment the words left Tony’s mouth. He started by licking up from your hole to clit over and over, the lazy stripes already driving you wild. Letting go of one of your thighs to bring his flesh hand to your pussy, he pulled the hood of your clit back, pausing his licking to blow on your engorged bud.

“Such a pretty pussy, doll,” he murmured before turning his head around and speaking louder. “You guys seeing this?”

He moved his head out of the way to showcase your glistening folds. A couple groans from the men on the couches had you trying to close your legs, but Bucky’s grip was like steel (especially considering his hand was metal).

“Wasting time Buck,” Steve commented and Bucky just rolled his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I can still beat Sam and have time left over,” he scoffed.

Bucky directed his attention back to your folds, this time, diving in right away. He still had the hood of your clit pulled back as he encased the bud with his lips causing you to writhe at the intense sensation. And yet, you were held down with practically no effort as he methodically played with you. Each time he groaned against you, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, and by the time he started sucking on your clit, you were wrecked. Your hand found home in his brown locks of hair while he quickly moved his tongue back and forward on your sensitive nub that was trapped in the vacuum of his mouth. The coil inside you wound tighter and tighter, and suddenly, while Bucky began shaking his head from side to side, it snapped. Your clit pulsed rapidly while encased in his hot mouth, and you screamed, legs locking around his head while your hand held his head in place. He worked you while you rode out your orgasm on his face until you could barely move.

Bucky got up from his knees, grinning down at you, so weak, you couldn’t muster it in you to glare back.

“Now I think I really fucked the brat out of you,” he said. “What was that?” He cupped his ear. “Did I hear a thank you sir?”

“Thank you, sir,” you whimpered weakly.

You were so fucked out, all the next events were but a blur.

Thor had feasted between your thighs the same as Bucky but was more sloppy, although, your body seemed to love ‘sloppy’. His tongue was constantly lashing and worming around your clit, the wet muscle accompanied by lewd slurping sounds, and in record time, Thor’s suckling and licking had you tensing and building up so much that your orgasm felt like a waterfall crashing over your body.

Steve was just as methodical and precise as Bucky, also pumping his fingers slowly in and out of your pussy. He was sweetly slow, dragging out your pleasure to the point where you were begging him to come. His warm tongue dragged across your sensitive cunt, while another hand reached up to grab a breast and pinch a nipple. You felt like your body was on fire. It wasn’t until Steve had inserted a thumb into your ass that he finally allowed your body sweet sweet release.

Your head span as finally collapsing on Tony’s floor, listening to the muffled voices above you.

You didn’t even register Stark’s words as he announced Thor had won and Steve had come in last. You barely even heard Steve’s defense that he was just enjoying himself too much in the moment.

Although ten-minutes later you had a somewhat sense of clarity, after hearing their conversation, you wished you were just unconscious. Even better, dead.

“I’m tellin’ you man, I made her squirt. She definitely came the hardest with me.” Sam’s voice rang.

“Dude- she was literally grinding against my face and holding me in a headlock with her legs,” Bucky argued.

“I literally made the brat beg to cum,” Steve inserted.

“I’d say that by bringing her to release the fastest, it was most intense with me,” Thor declared, victoriously.

You were on the brink of tears as they talked about you. Until another voice cut into the room. A female voice.

“What do you boys think you’re doing?”

It was Natasha. Your head jolted up as you felt a glimmer of hope surge through you.

That glimmer of hope was quickly extinguished at her next words.

“Not inviting me to the boy’s party?” she scolded. “You think a girl might beat you by a landslide?”

Nat squatted down next to you, running a soft hand on your cheek.

“Well you’re right. I’ll beat Thor’s record and cut it in half.”

She began unbuttoning her pants.

“And I’ll do it while riding her face.”

#sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #thor x reader #steve rogers x reader #dark!sam wilson #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky x reader #dark!tony stark #dark!natasha x reader #dark!sam wilson x reader #dark!thor #dark!steve smut

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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Stucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,865ish

Summary: Bucky and Steve make a mistake due to not knowing your greatest fear.

Notes: I hope that this all makes sense and works together. (Help me buy classroom supplies here.)

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Your boys had decided that a nice day at the compound outside pool was needed. You reluctantly agreed only because they seemed way too excited about it and you couldn’t bare to break their hearts or worry them. You couldn’t swim. Actually, it was more than that. You were terrified of being in water. Boats were fine, as long it was the massive warships and there were quinjets to take if it were to sink. But that was literally the only exception.

As part of the Avengers, you knew how being scared of water sounded. That is why only a few people knew. Fury and Hill, because they were your old bosses at SHIELD, and Tony, because his AI sees all. The three of them vowed to keep your secret, especially because it never interfered with any mission.

Steve, Bucky, and yourself had been dating each other for almost a year, and it had never come up. And you didn’t see a need for it, so you simple avoided the whole thing in general.

So that’s how you ended up lounging in a chair beside Tony’s extremely large, deep pool while reading a book. Your boys were messing around in the pool.

“Come on, honey!” Steve called out to you. “Just come join us!”

“Yeah!” Bucky agreed. “We can just float.”

“I’m good right here boys,” you responded, barely glancing at them through your sunglasses. “My book and the sun is just what I need.”

You went back to focusing on your book, missing the mischievous looks that Bucky and Steve gave each other. It should have concerned you, but you were too engrossed with your book to notice. The boys had slipped out of the pool and tipped toed over to you. They were standing behind you. Steve mouthed a small count down to Bucky. After one, Bucky ripped the book out of your hand and Steve flung you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?!” You screamed, beginning to panic. Steve was rushing you towards the pool. “LET ME GO!”

“Let you go?” Steve chuckled. “Alright!”

“NNNNOOOOOO!!! STEVEEEE!!”

Steve sent you flying towards the center of the pool. Your limbs were flailing about as you screamed bloody-murder. You caught a glance of the boys hysterically laughing as you finally hit the water. The instant your body was completely submerged, you froze. The panic talking a complete hold of you. Internally, your mind was screaming at your body to move and to get air, but you couldn’t. The boys were still standing at the edge of the pool, their laughters dying down.

“What are you guys laughing about?” Tony wondered as he came over to join them.

“We just tricked Y/N and throw her into the pool,” Bucky answered.

“What?! You have to get her out of there!”

“Why?” Steve asked.

“She can’t swim! She’s terrified of water.”

“WHAT?!” The boys exclaimed.

“W-we didn’t know,” Bucky stammered.

“What are you standing here for?! Get her out of there,” Tony ordered.

Bucky quickly dove in after you. Steve was frozen in his spot, staring down at your blurry figure in the water. His mind was beginning the blame game with him. He was the one who had through you in the water. He was the one who had promised to always protect you, yet he was the one who hurt you.

Bucky had never swam faster in his life. He could see you in the water, completely unmoving. Which was absolutely terrifying. Holding you tightly to him by his metal arm, Bucky swam up to the surface. Steve was still in his frozen spot as Bucky gasped for air and made sure your face was out of the water. Tony was crouched down to help Bucky get you out of the water. Once Bucky was close enough, he lifted you towards the man. Tony pulled you onto the cement, immediately checking for your pulse.

“She’s not breathing,” Tony stated, staring compressions. “What were you two thinking?”

“We didn’t know,” Bucky panted, sitting on your other side.

“We didn’t know,” Steve repeated, still standing and staring in shock. “I didn’t know…”

Tony was doing compressions, hard and fast, all while muttering about how you weren’t allowed to leave him. Bucky was dripping wet, watching the scene unfold. He couldn’t imagine losing you. That would break him, would break Steve. He glanced up to see the blond staring down at his own hands. Bucky knew that Steve was blaming himself, but he couldn’t worry about it now. He had to make sure you survived.

“Switch me, Stark,” Bucky demanded.

“No,” Tony huffed. “I’m not losing her.”

“You’re getting tired. Switch me.”

Tony gave in with a nod. He didn’t move his hands until Bucky’s were in position. He leaned back as one of your lovers took his place.

“FRIDAY, call in a med team,” Tony ordered. “We need to get her to the med-bay.”

Bucky had to hold back cringes as his hands preformed CPR, breaking your ribs more with each firm press down. He didn’t hold back the tears, but he didn’t care. He needed you to survive. By the time medical came out, you had still yet to breath on your own. They had taken over, allowing Bucky to hold Steve in his arms as they watched and waited for you to breathe again.

Steve clenched his eyes shut as they decided that intubation was the best course of action. Once you were intubated, you were rushed away to the med-bay. Steve finally allowed himself to break, collapsing onto his knees.

“I should have know,” he cried. “Why did I not know?”

“We should have know,” Bucky corrected as he came down beside him. “This is not just on you, Steve. We came up with and completed the plan together.”

“But I threw her in. I did the actual deed. I should have known better. Now she may never be the same again.”

~~~

Steve refused to go visit you in the med-bay, believing that it was all his fault and that he had no right to see you. So Bucky was forced to split his time between his unconscious girlfriend and his inconsolable boyfriend. He was turn and afraid to look away from either one at any moment, just in case something happened. Bucky was with Steve when FRIDAY alerted them that you had woken up.

“Come on,” Bucky jumped up, grabbing Steve’s hand. “Let’s go see our girl.”

“No,” Steve said, pulling his hand away. “I can’t go see her. Not when I’m the one who did this to her.”

“Steve, we didn’t know.” Bucky went back to sitting next to Steve. “Besides, I came up with the idea and you threw her. It isn’t just on you and she won’t see it that way.”

“I see it that way, and we don’t know if she won’t. I’m sorry, Bucky. I just can’t do it.”

The brunette sighed. “What am I suppose to tell Y/N if she asks about you?”

“That won’t be a problem, cause she won’t.”

“Steve—“

“Just go. You should at least be there for her. I’ll be fine.”

Bucky knew this wasn’t a fight he could win right now. Especially since you were up and probably needed someone. He gave Steve a quick peck on the lips before heading to the med-bay. When he got there, Tony was the only one in your room. He was seated on the bed, holding onto your hand.

“Bucky,” you croaked as you tried to smile.

“Hey, doll,” he responded, tears pricking his eyes.

It had been days since he saw your eyes and heard your voice. He had honestly began to worry that he’d never see or hear you again.

“I’ll leave you to alone,” Tony said. He kissed your forehead before heading to the door. “Let me know if you need anything kiddo.”

“I will,” you responded.

“Where is he?” Tony whispered, pausing beside Bucky.

The man shook his head. “He’s still blaming himself,” Bucky replied.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Then Tony left and Bucky replaced him on the bed.

“How are you feeling, doll?”

“I’ve felt better… Where’s…” you paused, giving the room another look around. “Where’s Stevie?”

“He’s resting. I’m sure he’ll show up soon.”

You gave Bucky a look that was full of confusion, hurt, and worry. It was pulling at his heart strings. “He didn’t want to see me?” You whispered, barely keeping yourself together.

Bucky reached out and tried to pull you into him. “Y/N—“

“No.” You pushed back against the bed, eyes filling with tears. “I almost died… and he’s not here… does he not… I thought we—”

“He’s blaming himself, doll. That’s it. He just needs time.”

“I know I should have told you guys, but that’s on me, not him. Steve shouldn’t be taking this all on himself.”

“He’ll stop, eventually.” Bucky’s flesh hand came up and cupped your cheek. “But for right now, I’m here. I’m not leaving.”

~~~

Two days later, you were allowed to go back to your room and be monitored from there. Bucky was there to take you, but still no Steve. You tried to keep your emotions together, but it was no use in front of Bucky. He could see how much Steve’s separation was effecting you. It was effecting all of them. Bucky had to split is time between his two lovers. Steve was angry at himself, constantly taking it out in the gym. He refused to even speak about you anymore, not feeling worthy to. While you wanted with hope every second of every day that he’d walk through those doors.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Bucky asked.

“I guess,” you responded with a shrug. You could barely make eye contact with Bucky, your eyes keep wandering to the door.

The man sighed. “Come on, I’ll just carry you.”

His arms slipped underneath you and he pulled you up into his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder. Bucky started heading towards the elevator.

“Where are you taking me?” You wondered softly.

“Our room,” Bucky responded. “Where did you think I’d take you?”

“Well, Stevie doesn’t want to see me. So I just thought—“

“He’ll just have to deal with it.”

“Will he ever forgive himself? Will he… ever forgive me?”

“He’s not mad at you, Y/N. Never at you.”

“Then why does it feel that way?”

Bucky didn’t know how to respond, so the rest of the way up to the room was in silence. When you two arrived, Bucky immediately set you on the bed. Steve then exited your ensuite bathroom. He froze in the doorway at the sight of you.

“Steve,” you gasped, failing to keep the emotions at bay.

He shook his head, making a move for the door. “I can’t do this,” he murmured.

“Steve! Please don’t leave.”

He paused as the door, his hand gripping the handle. Bucky watched with bated breath, waiting to see what Steve would choose. You were on your knees on the bed with a hand reached out to Steve.

“I’m sorry,” Steve replied before hurrying out.

“Steve!” You cried, curling in on yourself as Bucky rushed out after him. “S-steve…”

Steve was fast, but Bucky was faster. He caught up to his lover and slammed him up against the wall.

“What do you think you’re doing, punk?” Bucky growled. “She’s in there, heartbroken. Go bad in there and fix this.”

“I can’t,” Steve said, trying to keep his resolve even though he knew Bucky could see through it. “She deserves someone who won’t hurt her.”

“Bullshit.” Bucky shoved him as he let him go. “You walking out on her like that did more damage than throwing her in the pool ever could.”

Steve stayed silent and walked away, with his shoulders slumped and head down. Bucky stood in his spot and glared. He glare slowly melted away as he began to hear your cries. He turned towards your room and slowly made his way to it. You were curled into yourself on the bed, sobbing. He came to you.

Bucky sat by you and reached out to pull you into him. “Doll—“

You flinched away. “He doesn’t want me anymore.”

“That’s not true. He just needs time—“

“But what about what I need? I need you both equally. One without the other is like… I can’t even think of what it’s like because there shouldn’t be anything to compare it to.”

~~~

Bucky tried to get Steve to see you for days. Nothing was convincing him. He had tried everything, including having sex. Multiple times. Which, without you, just felt so wrong. You stayed in your room, barely getting out of your bed. You were becoming a hollow shell without both your boys by your side. Bucky was trying his best to be there for you, but slowly began to focus more and more on Steve. It wasn’t all that surprising to you. They had been together first, for longer. It just made your thoughts win. They didn’t want you. They didn’t need you. You did this all to yourself.

It was the middle of the night. Bucky had tried to get you to eat. But you weren’t having it. Now though, your stomach was threatening to eat itself. With almost all the energy you had, you pulled yourself from the bed and headed for the kitchen. The lights dimly turned on as you which, which made you thankful for Tony’s AI. Reaching the kitchen you headed straight for the fridge. You were looking through it when something shattered behind you. You jumped, turning around with your hand over your pounding chest.

There stood Steve. Frozen like a statue. He wasn’t expecting to see you out of your room so late. And so… so sad looking. His heart broke further once he could see your face. Red eyes, large, dark purple circles underneath them. Steve knew that you hadn’t been doing well, he wasn’t either. No matter hard Bucky tried.

“I’ll… I’ll-I’ll go,” you stuttered, rushing to get out of there.

“No, Y/N, wait!” Steve said, grabbing your upper arm. He gasped when he realized how thin it was compared to when he held you last. “Don’t go…”

“I’m not the one who left,” you said, clearly heartbroken.

“Y/N,” he whispered.

He stepped closer, clearly scared to move too swiftly. Steve didn’t want to scare you. His hand came up and brushed his fingers against your check. You closed your eyes, but a tear still trailed down your face.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, tearing up himself. “I shouldn’t have thrown you in the water.”

“You didn’t know,” you responded. You looked him in the eyes, your hand coming up to grasp the hand he had near your cheek. “You didn’t know.”

“I’m so sorry for leaving you.” His thumb brushed under your eye. “You needed me… not just Bucky.”

“I’ve barely had him. He’s been too busy trying to get you to talk to me…”

“Will you ever forgive me?”

“Will you ever forgive yourself?”

“I—I don’t know…”

“Do you love me?”

“How could you say that?”

“Cause I needed you, and you left… you made a mistake and you didn’t try to fix it. I was struggling and you just let me. Then Bucky had to spend more and more time with you and I thought—“

“You thought that we—that I, didn’t love you anymore. Oh, Y/N.” He cupped both of your cheeks, pulling your foreheads together. “I’m so sorry. I love you, so much.” He kissed your nose. “I’m so, so, so sorry. Please forgive me.”

“I do, I do, I do.” You wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “It’s okay… just… please don’t ever leave me again.”

“Never.” He shook his head in the crock of your neck. You could feel his tears hit your neck. “I’m so sorry.” He pressed a wet kiss to the base of your neck as he hoisted you up so that your legs could wrap around his waist. “I love you so much.”

“Finally,” Bucky sighed, coming out from where he was hiding in the shadows. He joined the hug from behind you. “Let’s never do any of that again.” He kissed the back of your neck. “I hated not being with the two of you, together. It was awful.”

“I’m so sorry, Buck,” Steve said. “Forgive me?”

“Always, punk. Now, sweetheart, I think we need to get you to bed. We all need some rest.”

“Okay,” you mumbled against Steve’s neck, too tired to move.

“I’m not letting you go for a while,” Steve told you as he led the way back to the room you shared.

“Please.”

You were still holding onto him as he laid down in bed. Bucky joined you two quickly, wrapping himself around you from behind.

“Boys?” You whispered, already falling asleep.

“Yes, doll?” They both responded.

“Can we stay in bed all day tomorrow?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” / “Whatever you want."

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darkenedreaper · 3 years

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Avengers x Reader

Featuring: GoTG, Peggy Carter

Warnings: Angst, sad I suppose

Summary: 2 years after her death, your struggling even more. And it’s killing the team to keep their secret. (I changed Endgame because I can. Come at me. I might make it into chapters.)

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‘It can’t be undone’ she said

*2 years ago*

You had gone through years with her. Years with the Avengers and the Guardians of the Galaxy. You had gone through love with her. You had gone through the 5 years with her. You had gone to Vormir with her. Yet you had won the final fight without her.

When you all came back from the time travel success you had to try and keep yourself from collapsing. You saw the others standing with smiles on their faces but all you saw was her. Her lips and eyes pleading you to let her go. Her body descending forever. And her sprawled out onto the floor, a pool of blood surrounding her head confirming Natasha Romanoff no longer wondered the earth.

“Are you telling me this actually worked?” Rhodey questioned, followed by Thor’s wheezy laugh. Their faces became confused when they heard a long bang. You have dropped down onto your knees, stone in hand and body wet from wherever you had been teleported to after she had sacrificed herself.

“Y/n where’s Nat?” The big green guy said. Your eyes were stuck in front of you. A sorrowful look on your face. You couldn’t even move. You couldn’t speak. You could’ve all been there for hours or seconds. But Steve lifted you up by your arms and tried to read your expression. With the help of Nebula you were taken to your bedroom you shared with Natasha. The both of them tried to gently take you to the bed but instead you walked shakily to the bathroom and shut the door. Of course Steve was upset. He had a lost a part of his family. He had shed tears while he walked with you. He could only imagine what the scene must’ve been for yourself. The unspoken news of his friends death was indescribable, but having to be there in an unimaginable situation would’ve been even harder. And he understood that. Nebula grieved, she barely knew the woman. But she grieved. She saw the distraught and pain on your face and in your eyes. She placed her hand on Steve’s shoulder and took him out of your room.

In the bathroom you had caged yourself into. You had your hand gripped to the sink. Your eyes trained to the sink bowl. Your eyes drifted to the left for you where her makeup and hairbrush had been layed out this morning. You took a step back, nervously clasping your hands together. You tried to calm down before someone got hurt. You looked down at your hands and you were maintaining some level of sanity before you remembered that your hand had let her go. If anyone would walk past your bedroom door, they were bound to hear glass smashing and screams and words of anguish.

You didn’t speak to anyone. You completely shut yourself down. The only reason you spoke to someone was to communicate over the earpiece when you were fighting. There was a short debate over the coms as to who was going to steal the stones from Thanos. You nearly went into a fit of rage and upset before Carol ordered you to look into her eyes. Your excuse to use the stones was so you could be with her again. When Tony clicked his fingers the enemy became dust, and the world became a little more louder and a bit more lighter. The battlefield was filled with new and old faces. Tony’s snap had been so powerful he was able to bring back the people that mattered the most to those around him. Steve had Peggy in his tired arms. Clint had Laura and his children. Wanda had Vision. Quill had Gamora. Thor had his mother and brother back. Tony had Pepper. He was unharmed and Bruce’s arm had healed. Everyone had someone. You had someone. You had your whole family. But your special someone was Natasha. You had never felt so lost. Natasha would be holding you, you holding her. She would tuck your head into her shoulder while letting your arms envelope around her. But all you got were sad looks.

Some of the ‘newbies’ had questioned their closest. After a lot of loud whispering, there was silence. The battlefield was silent in memory of Natasha. The only noises were the hundreds of sniffles and sobs of those who had the news broken to them. The dying fires crackling. The next minute footsteps were approaching you. You had internally begged for it to be Natasha. But you looked up to see a short boy. His suit red and blue with a spider on it. His brown curly hair was tinted with grey. His teary eyes gave you the saddest smile before and steadily put his arms around your shoulders. You accepted the young boys embrace. You were thankful for it.

The news were around the place as quick as they could’ve been. Pictures were taken. Statements were took. The public had tried to surround the heroes but were pushed away by the helping police. It has been released to the enormous crowd that one of the most heroic heroes had died. The crowds became distraught. They sounded like how you felt inside. They tried to surround you and shout out their condolences but you kept walking. Where to? Who knows.

*2 years later/present time*

You spoke to no one. You spoke out in bursts of anger. Anger if someone tried to tell you to come away from your desk and to stop working and trying to find a way. Peggy, Steve’s wife, had became close to you. She understood how it felt to lose a loved one. She understood she wasn’t Natasha. She understood why you were working yourself so hard. She would never judge you, if you looked all disheveled or smelt from not taking a shower. She encouraged you to do your best, but she never pushed you. 2 years ago, you found a solution to stop Thanos. 2 years ago you lost her. 2 years ago Steve returned the stones. You haven’t been able to go through any videos or voice messages of her. Just a photo that you have framed. There were and still are memorials for her, but you would never attend any.

You had only cried to yourself. But right now you were on the edge of having a definite breakdown. Tony and the whole team of Avengers, Wakanda, GotG and Carol had wanted to check in as you had been back to Vormir. Which you greatly regret. Scott had made an extra time travel refill for you. All you were told by red skull was a ‘soul for a soul’. You argued with a ghost. You lashed out a ghost. You didn’t dare look to the edge. Knowing you would either throw yourself of or cry so much you wouldn’t be able to move.

They all met you at the Compound. At the platform that sat on top on the lake.

Steve and Peggy. Tony and Pepper. Rhodes. Bucky and Sam. Clint and Laura. Thor and Loki. Bruce. The Guardians were there. Rocket was by your side. Peter was there with Happy. Carol was at the edge of the platform. Wanda and Vision. And the rest were all there. You had your back turned to them. You were silent trying to understand why they all had such guilty faces, except Thor. They all had a secret. One they had agreed to not tell you, for fear it may completely break you. But they decided enough was enough. They had to tell you.

“Look we need to get her back to stop this shit with the Avengers get it together.” Thor spat at Steve, as he still saw him as the Captain.

“Can’t get her back.” You spoke up, causing everyone’s attention on the two of you.

“Wh..wha..what are you..?” Thor mumbled out.

“It can’t be undone. It can’t.” You said quietly looking at him from over your shoulder.

He laughed at your words before saying, “Look.. I, I’m sorry but your a very earthly being okay, we’re talking about space magic and can’t seems very definitive. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah look I know that I’m way outside my.. my paid rate here. But she still isn’t here is she?” You said. Tony took of his sunglasses, getting upset.

“Yeah well that’s my point.” Thor said in a hushed manner.

“It can’t.. be undone.” Your voice cracking, your tears had crawled their way down your face now. “Or that’s at least what the red floating guy had to say. Maybe you wanna go talk to him. Ok, go grab your hammer and you go find him you talk to him!” You yelled at him. He looked down to the floor. You shouldn’t be angry with him. He missed Natasha. But you couldn’t help it.

“It was supposed to be me.” You admitted with a breaking voice. Bucky let a tear fall freely from his eye. “She sacrificed her life for that goddamn stone, she bet her life on it.” You started to breakdown in the middle of everyone. Angry at how she could’ve died for nothing. How it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Even Wanda began to breakdown. She felt your pain from far away. Your longing. And your grieving. Rockets fur was wet as he was upset just like everyone else.

He couldn’t take it anymore. The lies. Not the acting. But the lies. Clint stood up and said, “Y/n we’ve been lying to you. Natasha is here. She’s perfectly fine. She’s alive. You just can’t see her.” No one else bothered to look up as he said what was needed to be said. You slowly turned around to him. “What?” Was all you could choke out. Steve stood up and walked towards you before keeping a distance. “When I returned the stone. He told me that we could all get her back, after all it was a soul for a soul. But the one who travelled there has been cursed. You can’t see or hear her and I don’t know if you ever will. But she’s alive.”

You took time to observe his words.

She was standing in front of you. Her arms crossed but her eyes were stuck on your face that was wet from the tears you had cried. Your eyes brows moving in a sorrowful way. She wasn’t crying for herself no. She cried for you. For your pain. She had never seen you so upset. And because she had been with you ever since she got back, she’s had to watch you cry almost every day.

Natasha wishes you could see her. She has been next to you this whole time. She was gone a few hours and then she was back. She couldn’t find you and instead ran into Sam who held her tightly. Instead she sped off to Tony’s cabin where she found Bucky and Steve, who explained everything.

She wishes you could hear how proud she is of you. She wishes you didn’t have to see you break yourself and live in your mental anguish. It hurt her. Every night you fell asleep at your desk, she would drape a blanket over you, and almost cry at your confused state in the morning of who had been to your office and covered you.

She wishes you hadn’t been traumatised by her silly yet heroic actions. She wishes she could tell you how much she loves you and how she wants to be held by you and she wants you to be able to hear her words, “I love you.” The others heard it. But they didn’t dare tell you.

She was determined to get her words to you. If not by speaking to you then by page. Determined to prove that she was with you all of this time. She wants to tell you how much she loves you.

She wishes there was a way.

If you would like a part 2, let me know.

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mikkomacko · 3 years

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Ok thanks. What do you think about Stucky comforting reader for some reason?

A/n: Hiii. I hope this is ok! My first time writing stucky x reader but it was cool. I might just have to do an expanded Stucky fic 👀

It's well known throughout the Avengers that y/n is the kryptonite to every super soldier. At least she is to the two super soldiers they know, because only she can turn Steve and Bucky into overbearing boyfriends.

"Sam, do you have eyes on y/n and Nat?"

Steve grunts, kicking his attacker square in the chest and sending the man to the pavement. Bucky's follows closely behind, the former soldier slamming his own attacker into the ground so hard it cracks under his spine. Both lie there in a heap of sweat and blood.

"Sam?" Bucky asks angrily when they receive no response. Behind them, Wands and Tony shift through the rubble and debris of the two buildings that had been attacked, blown to pieces by the terrorist group in front of them. With civilian casualties high, y/n and Nat had taken up the job of evacuating everyone within the threatened area. But it's been too long since he's heard anything from the two through their comms.

"I've got sights on Nat but y/n is no where to be seen."

Another fly over from Sam, this time closer to the ground but still nothing certain on the missing Avenger. "I've got heat signatures in a damaged office building over here but I can't tell if it's her or not."

Steve and Bucky share a look, concerned for their girl as always, and begin heading over to the building.

"Romanoff you better fucking answer!" Bucky spits into his comms, boots crunching in the rubble under his feet.

A static breaks through, followed by the breathless voice of Natasha. "You're not the only one fighting terrorists Barnes," she bites back. "I cleared the west blocks, lost y/n when she went east. I'm guessing her comms are down."

"Was she evacuating the buildings?" Steve asks, approaching the block y/n is supposedly on.

"Think so. The one closest to you guys. She was worried it'd come down from the blast."

Steve and Bucky pick up the pace, relief flooding through them when a group of civilians rushes out of the building y/n was clearing.

"Is anyone still inside?" Steve asks them, while Bucky cranes his head up to look through the shattered windows. Before any of the survivors can answer, the building behind to rumble, the boom of an explosion going off cutting off whatever answer was being given.

Immediately shielding the civilians, Steve looks up in horror just in time to see the building split into two crumpled pieces, the top half collapsing into the building next to it.

There's a ringing in her ears, throbbing in her head and the taste of iron floods her mouth. Groaning, she lifts herself up enough to find that she's braced against a column, smoke and dust clouding her vision but she knows that something is off. The world around her has tilted, leaving the walls as the ground beneath her feet.

An explosion, she concludes, racking her brain for what she'd been doing when the bomb went off. A civilian, she remembers, the last one on the top floor, a young intern frozen in fear as battle rang out around him. Forgetting that she lost her comms in a fight earlier, she reaches for ear to call for backup. Instead, she's met with slick, warm blood and a tender skull.

Grey, the boy's name had been Grey. He'd told her during her attempt to guide him out from under his desk.

"I promise I can get you outta here Grey." She had sworn, and she intends to fulfill that. Unsteadily, she rides to her feet, balancing herself on the rubble around her.

"Grey?" She calls out, voice rough. "Grey if you're here I need a noise, a movement, something!"

She strains her eyes, searching through the mess of grey and charred black. Finally, a flash of ash ridden green, the color he'd been wearing. She watches as he rises to his knees, a gash on his forehead and blood dripping from his ears too.

Quick but careful, she makes her way through destroyed desks and crumpled walls until she's close enough to see how utterly screwed Grey is. A window. He's balanced on a cracked window, one surrounding by other empty window panes.

The boy trembles, helpless as his terrified eyes find hers. She burries her panic, doing her best to appear calm and confident.

"It's ok," she comforts, "I just need you stay very still ok? Let me come to you."

Grey nods, lip wavering in fear. Y/n takes a deep breath, hesitantly stepping onto the panel between two broken windows. When it holds her weight easily, she continues.

"Its breaking," Grey says weakly, peering down the splintering window at the street below them. Y/n doesn't get a good look, but she thinks she can make out two familiar men below. Steve and Bucky. Relief floods through her. They'll send Sam, she just needs to get Grey off that window.

"Don't look down," she instructs, "look at me. Keep your eyes on me."

He complies, tear filled eyes meeting hers again. It's a slow progress, checking the beams to find which ones she can walk on. She does her best to distract Grey, telling him of Sam and the boys below, how she knows they'll be up soon to help. Until then, he's gotta trust her.

"I do," he swears, "I trust you."

And there's relief when she gets a window away from him, prepared to quickly tug him to safety after she steadies her feet. But then the ripped half of the building is quivering, dropping a few feet down and the window is breaking before she gets enough time to grab him.

Panicked, she throws herself out of the window after him, left hand gripping the window pane while the right locks around his wrist. The pull in her shoulder is almost paralyzing as his weight comes to an abrupt stop. She's fairly certain it's dislocated or at the least something's torn, but the adrenaline in her veins keeps her grip strong.

"Y/n!"

Her feet dangle wildly, Grey squeezing her hand for dear life as he hangs 60 feet above ground. Steve and Bucky call out for her, something she doesn't quite pick up because she's too busy trying to calm Grey's hyperventilating body. He's wiggling, panicking, legs swinging in a frenzy like they're trying to find solid ground.

"Grey I need you to stop, if you keep moving I'll slip." As if proving her point, the sweat on her palm becomes slippery. He listens, for the most part, but he can't help the way his body quivers and shakes with cries.

"Sam's grounded!" Steve shouts from below, a panic in his voice she's not used to. "Hang on sweetheart, Stark is coming!"

She doesn't answer, can't answer because her muscles and tendons are screaming and burning, begging her to let go, and the fingers in Grey's hold have gone numb. A few more seconds, painfully long seconds, and the sound of the Iron Man suit floods her ears. Another brief moment of relief, one that also doesn't last because Grey has lost his grip and before she can even think of instructing to him to just hold on for one more second, she loses her grip on the boy and his scream overpowers Tony's thrusters as he falls to the pavement below.

Tony got her down safely. Caught her mid fall after she'd jumped after Grey in a weak attempt to save him. By the time her feet touch the ground, she's bolting, heading for the backside of the building where the body of the boy sits. The weak swing of her shoulder and the limp in her right leg slows her down, enough for Bucky to easily catch up to her and halt her. She fights his hold, desperate as he shushes and calms her.

Steve follows closely behind, assisting Bucky in taking care of their girl. Somehow, through a haze they get her to the Quinjet, both working on cleaning up her wounds during the painfully silent flight home. Y/n remains dazed and quiet as they take her to her bedroom, getting her in the shower, bandaged and dressed. Bucky is brushing out her wet hair on the edge of the bed while Steve fluffs the pillows when she finally speaks.

"I had him," she says, voice wavering. "I just needed a few more seconds. If I had held on-"

"Don't do that doll," Bucky interrupts sternly, pulling her into his lap. "don't think about the what ifs, you saved so many lives today. You did what you were supposed to."

She doesn't say anything but they know her well enough to know that she still doesn't believe them. Steve moves to sit next to them, wrapping one arm around her and one around Bucky.

"This job doesn't come without casualties sweetheart, we all know that. You stopped as many as you could and we're so proud of you for that."

His words bring her to tears, painful, heart cutting sobs that force both super soldiers to bite back their own tears. They hold her even tighter, soothing her with kisses and promises of making it better, of assuring her that it won't always hurt.

And once she's all cried out, puffy eyes and bones like cooked noodles, they tuck her into the middle of the bed, sandwiching her between their strong, warm bodies. Somewhere safe and comforting, where she can rest knowing they've got her and they won't be letting go anytime soon.

#bucky barnes blurb #stucky blurb #Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers #stucky x reader

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falcqns · 3 years

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idk if you would do something like this: but maybe going immediately cold turkey with bucky’s winter soldier mask was too abrupt for him. he wore it for so long so what if he had to taper off wearing it & wears it sometimes for comfort. he obviously has insecurity built around it & feels poorly abt doing it sometimes but he feels scared sometimes without it at first. maybe a little writing abt how his s/o handles that & is sweet & kind to him about it?

mask

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (platonic)

warnings: angst, fluff, Fury yelling.

a/n: hope you enjoy!

you were a little shocked the first time he put it on.

you knew he was having an off day, and you were treading carefully around him, not wanting to upset him.

he was touching his face constantly, and would cover his mouth, and only then would he calm down. you asked him what was wrong and he shook his head, his hand still clamped over his mouth. you shook away the thought, and went about your day.

a few hours later, you couldn’t find Bucky. you looked around the entire compound, before asking F.R.I.D.A.Y where he was. she informed you he was in your shared room, and when you went there, your heart melted.

he was curled up in the blankets, asleep with his Winter Soldier mask on his face. you sat next to him and played with his hair until he woke up. when he made eye contact with you, he got a terrified look on his face and ripped the mask off as fast as he could, breaking it accidentally.

he looked at it with a frown, and you decided to ask.

“do you like wearing the mask?” you asked, and he nodded.

“it makes me feel safe. i know i was never safe with HYDRA, but when i had this and the goggles on, i was able to be myself. i was able to cry in secret because if i cried around the agents they’d beat me and make fun of me.” he said, and you wrapped your arms around him in a hug.

“why don’t i take it to Tony, i’m sure he could fix it for you?” you asked, and he nodded.

an hour later, the fixed mask was back on his face, and he was sound asleep again.

after that, it was his safety net, and grounding tool. you learned quickly to bring it everywhere in your purse, because after everything he went through, he was prone to PTSD flashbacks. when he had them, he would shake and hyperventilate, sobbing until the mask was on his face. once the mask was on his face, he would be calm, and you would be able to get him out of whatever was causing him trauma.

everyone else was afraid of him when he wore the mask, fearing that it would trigger Winter, although it never did.

there was a terrible incident where Bucky and the other Avengers were in a meeting with Fury about an upcoming mission, and while looking through some of the photos of the secret HYDRA base they were going to be raiding, when Bucky seized up, and started shaking like a leaf, fear present on his face.

he looked around for you, Steve, or Tony, but you three weren't present at that meeting, as you and Steve had been on a mission the day before and were on your mandatory rest period, and Tony had a meeting with contractors for a new addition to the compound. he knew you always had the mask with you for incidents like this, and if you weren't there, Steve would have it, and if neither of you were there, Tony had a replacement made out of nanoparticles so all he would have to do it press a small circle to the back of his neck and it would form.

his breathing became erratic, and Maria was the first to notice.

"Bucky, you okay?" she asked, and everyone grew concerned when he didn't respond, his eyes locked on the pictures on the screen. Thankfully, Fury noticed and swore before shutting the screen off. The second the screen went dark, Bucky broke down into tears. he buried his head in his hands, and wasn't responding to anyone.

"what does he normally do to calm down?" Maria asked, her hands resting on Bucky's shoulders as she evaluated him. Fury became agitated when everyone just looked at each other, shrugging.

"NONE OF YOU KNOW HOW TO HELP HIM?" he shouted as Bucky's shaking became worse, his sobs growing.

Bucky fell forward off the chair, and curled into a ball on the floor, Maria's hands running through his hair in a feeble attempt to clam him.

thankfully, Steve burst through the door with the mask in hand. you were out grocery shopping, but F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted him to Bucky's distress.

"come on bud, sit up," Steve asked, and Bucky refused to budge. eventually he manoeuvred Bucky so his head was on his bent legs. he pulled his hands away from his face, and instructed Maria to hold them so he could put the mask on. the second Steve got the mask on his face, Bucky immediately calmed, and melted into Steve's touch.

after a few moments, Steve stood Bucky up, and the pair of super soldier walked out of the conference room Bucky's breathing still slightly erratic.

meanwhile, in the conference room, Fury was still yelling.

"THAT MAN IS YOUR TEAMMATE WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT! HE HAS ALSO BEEN THROUGH MORE HELL THAN ANY OF YOU WOULD EVER BELIEVE, AND IT SHOULDN'T BE UP TO STEVE OR Y/N TO KNOW HOW TO CALM HIM DOWN!" he screamed before turning to Maria.

"please make a note in Barnes's file that he has the mask for PTSD reasons." and Maria nodded, jotting the information down on a sticky note.

Steve had gotten Bucky into the living area, and was sitting on the couch, Bucky in his arms. before the war, him and Bucky shared the occasional hug, but usually they only cuddled during the winter because Steve could never retain body heat.

after Steve rescued Bucky however, him holding him became a regular thing. Bucky said it reminded him of before the war, and it comforted him at the same time. Bucky told him that Steve still smelled the same, and it made him feel at home.

"you okay, punk?" Steve asked, and Bucky nodded.

"m'okay. thanks for helpin' me." he said, and Steve chuckled.

"i'm with you til the end of the line, you know that."

at that moment, you walked through the door, groceries in hand, and an angry look on your face. you dropped the groceries and walked over to the two boys.

"is he okay now?" you asked, and Steve nodded, unraveling himself from Bucky and standing up.

"yeah, he's good. Fury told you what happened?" he asked as he walked over to the groceries.

"yep. and I'm pissed. I get that the team is a little nervous around him, but they should still know how to help him. I mean, he wears the mask a lot, this shouldn't be an issue." you said, your arms wrapping around the still masked Bucky who was drifting off to sleep.

"I agree."

as you watched him fall asleep, you wished internally that the team would just take the time to get to know him a little better.

#bucky barns x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut

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hford0311 · 3 years

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He's Back

*Where the reader is also from the 1940s, and is now a part of the Avengers. Now, she has learned to deal with her displacement in time and moved on from the idea of love, especially after the death of her love, Bucky. Until, one day Steve calls for an emergency meeting where her world is turned around. Word Count: 2.2k*

Whispers were indistinctive around the Avengers Tower that you could never end up being a part of. When you made your entrances in different rooms, people would instantly stop talking, even if you were nearly silent coming in the room.

"Okay!" You exclaimed and threw a glass cup in the sink when it happened once again. "Do I need to set up a meeting, so I can be told what's being whispered around or something?" You yelled at Nat, Tony, and Bruce. They were shocked by your response. "I'm tired of this stupid silent treatment." You added, almost panting in anger. "Y/n," Bruce started to speak before the other pair in the room shot him disapproving looks. "No, tell me, Bruce. I can handle it." You stated. "Yeah, the cup can really tell that you can handle something," Tony dully remarked. "So you're going to stop everything to make sure that I do not know the stupid secret that everyone else in the tower gets to know but me. Cool, thanks, Tony," you stomped out of the room.

Steve was gone, the only person from your time, and he was the only person that you could confide in at times. You were also from the 1940s. You were friends with Steve and actually Bucky's girl up until his death in 1945. You were a nurse during the war. They shipped you off to Germany. There, you were one of the captured nurses that were forced to treat the German soldiers, and HYDRA decided that you were useful enough to keep around for decades. On and off ice for decades.

You kept messaging Steve to know when he was going to be back and where he had gone. It took hours for him for him to respond Emergency Meeting at 8. You tried knowing the content of the meeting, but he did not give you a response. You huffed and stayed put in your room until 7:55. That's when you walked into the main living area, where everyone was surrounded, including Steve. There was chatter, they obviously have not noticed you yet, this time. Steve asked everyone to back up and give them room. Them? You mentally questioned, who else is here?

The mini crowd back up and dispersed more in the living room. That's when you saw him. You were slightly embarrassed yourself when you noticed how you had pinched yourself. When you met his eyes, you felt time slow. He was not paying attention to anyone else either. You walked a few steps closer, "Hey, Sarge," you gently said. Bucky's body and face softened at your voice. "Long time, no see," you gave him a small smile. You could tell he wanted to reach out to you, but something was holding him back. Suddenly, you felt your stomach drop and a large amount of feelings suddenly attack you. For over half a century, you've known of his death, and it took you so long to accept that he was dead. Now, everything had backfired. All of that had now changed. You felt yourself beginning to sob. Bucky, your Bucky is alive. "This can't be real," you whispered and ran to your room.

The nightmares came back to you. There were incredibly recurring and were from your, what you call, main past being the 1940s and 1950s. However, they did not just include the horrible reliving the past like they used to be when you experienced them before. They included the screams and cries from Bucky to you. Your name and cries for help kept repeating, but you could never find where they were coming from until it was all dead silent, and you awoke panting and sweating. A few of the times included you crying out for him too and patting over the bed until you realized it was a dream.

This time after waking from the nightmare, you grabbed your throw blanket, quietly escaped your room, and went out to one of the patios. It did not matter how many times you did this, the view was always something that distracted you from the nightmares that occurred. The lights from all the apartments and other buildings were something that you always appreciated about living in the city. It did not matter that you were awake because you were not the only one. Sometimes, you would people watch and make up stories of the shapes of people that you go in and out of their lit living areas. It was all comforting. The opening of the sliding door made you jump in your seat a little, but you were fine when you saw it was Steve.

"Another one," he questioned and sat in the chair next to you. You nodded and wrapped the blanket around you tighter. "You know you can talk to whenever about them." Steve reminded you like he always does. Sometimes you debated making up a fake one to tell him about, so he could leave you alone about it. But like always, you pursed your lips and shook your head, "I'm fine," you quietly spoke. Steve sighed and looked out into the city. "It makes you wonder why their all up sometimes." He changed the subject that he knew he could get you to talk about. You gave a silent, second longing laugh before answering, "That's when you make up people stories. Like that building," you pointed at one about the height of where the patio was, the third closest building on the right, "on the third floor down from the top and fourth one to the right that couple are planning their wedding, it's going horribly, but they keep having fun along the way." You had a comfortable smile.

"Ever wonder what's that like anymore?" Steve asked while he looked at the window you exposed to him. You audibly scoffed, "Maybe almost a century ago, but I haven't ever since." Steve gave you a sad but understanding look. "Dedicate myself to fighting with the Avengers, I don't think any dreamboat could handle it. Just a single dame till the day I die...whenever that will finally be," you finished by rolling your eyes. You watched Steve looked at you with shock. "Well, Y/n, I'm surprised by you," he stated and leaned back in his chair, "I thought you would think differently with Bucky here. I know I have." You gave him a sad smile, "Steve, you and I both know that that person is not the Bucky we know and..." You faded into silence and looked back out. "Y/n, you haven't even-" "I know!" You paused after hearing yourself echo slightly, "I know, I haven't." You added much quieter. "The thought terrifies me, especially after coming to acceptance that my....was no longer, and being kidnapped with no hope in sight, I turned into a cold person. I saw him, a-and I-I..." you paused again, "I wasn't--fuck, I still don't know how to react to it, and I...am very mixed emotion about everything with him. On one hand, there's....what we had," your hands really helped you do the talking, "and now...I'm sure he has gone through worse than me. I'm sure he doesn't want to add anything to my plate of trauma, and I don't want to add to his." You finished.

"Y/n, you can't even get yourself to say Bucky's name." Steve pointed out to you. That's when emotions started. "Steve," you heavily exhaled, "that's the problem. Some nights, I wake up screaming for him. I pat my bed looking for him! I haven't done that since his mother told me about the soldiers coming up to her about his KIA in the '40s, Steve! I have nightmares of him screaming for me to help him, and I can never find him!" You took a large breath. "I am in an internal battle of wanting to run and jump in his arms like I wanted to do so badly when I daydreamed about the war being over and becoming a wife of an American hero while also wanting to stay the hell away from him because...well, everything after that to now!" You rubbed your forehead. "Y/n, he's here. Try something. Do you think he doesn't have the same feeling?" You looked up at the sky and shook your head. "It's terrifying." You breathed. "So is waking up from the ice, but we survived that." Steve said before getting up and going back in the tower.

***

Right on time again, up and terrified. You repeated your routine of going outside. You hummed old, familiar songs as you did. One of your favorite couples were dancing by their window. "You really have it all figured out, don't you?" You whispered, even though you knew you would never get an answer back. They were comfort characters in your world. You were so entranced by them that you did not noticed the other human walk out onto the patio as well, until he spoke. "Old habits never die." Your neck swiftly changed directions in shock at the voice. You tightened the blanket from a nervous habit. "Somethings never do," you simply added before turning away. However, your eyes kept glancing towards him. You noticed the recent haircut compared to when you saw him the other day at shoulder's length or a little beyond. "But so many things often do." He responded. "Can't ever go back even if we truly desired to." You added back to him.

There was silence. Eye contact never fully met. Under different circumstances of no history involved, some would say it resembled high school crushes. He finally gave in first and turned around to face you, hands on the railing of the patio. You noticed then that the left one was vibranium. You sighed and looked back at the couple near the window while humming songs from the '40s. Then, after a short while, you heard Bucky add to your humming. You stopped and shyly smiled back at him. "Music is nothing like it used to be," you mentioned. He lightly laughed and nodded. What came from your mouth next, you didn't really have control over, maybe it was an instinct like when you talk to Steve, maybe it was something you did not know you truly desired now.

"Want to head to my room and listen to it?" You couldn't avoid eye contact when he looked back at you now. You said it loud and clear enough that he looked over at you with a hint of shock. "That'd be nice," Bucky responded with a hint of a smile.

At first, it did start as simply that, listening to the records while sitting on your set of velvet wide wingback chairs. The occasional glances and small smiles shared. Then, Bucky made a move. He stood from his chair and stood in front of yours, offering you a dance. "Oh, Bucky, I haven't danced since-" "1943?" You nodded at him finishing your sentence. "I haven't either," he added and as gentle as he could be, he grabbed your hand to pull you up to dance with him. You allowed it to happen, resistance did not feel right to you in that situation.

The dancing started stiff and cautious like neither of wanted to frighten the other. However, it grew into a more fluid dancing, the pair of you getting more comfortable with each other. After a couple hours, you felt comfortable enough to rest your head on his chest. "Don't fall asleep on me, Y/n doll." He quietly said, which made you look up at him with curiosity at the old nickname. "I'm sorry," he admittedly said. "I shouldn't have-" "Don't apologize," you deeply whispered and leaned up, kissing Bucky's cheek. Then, his lips, after so many decades, had reconnected with yours, quick and short turned into long as well as passionate.

The world around you both felt like it turned back to 1943. The room was now Bucky's apartment, his clothing turned into his sergeant uniform, yours into the red shirtwaist dress, and time didn't hurt the pair of you like the present. "Never leave me again, James Buchanan Barnes." Your lips drew together and bodies grew closer. "Wouldn't dream of it, Y/n doll," Bucky would mutter against your lips and pulled your closer by the waist.

As your back landed on the bed, you physically felt your breath being caught. "Bucky," you exhaled in a tone that was no longer flirtatious or excited, rather it was a sad realization. The dimly lit apartment, the uniform, the red dress, all of it turned back into reality of your room in the Avengers Tower. You can see that the dream ideal world had broke from his eyes as well. "Bucky," you breathed as you stood and softly grabbed both sides of his face, "you were gone. You were gone for so long." You lightly cried. He embraced you, holding you close to his chest. "I know, doll." Bucky lightly kissed the top of your head. You gripped the back of his shirt. "Don't ever do that again." You whispered into him. "Why would I ever do such a thing?" Bucky held you tighter.

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Man Out of Time Pt. 7

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: violence and mentions of death

Summary: Fight with Thanos

Word count: ~1000

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You woke under the collapsed building, concrete above you, but not squashing you, it just so happened one of the reinforcement beams collapsed next to you giving you just enough room to have survived. Although you didn’t feel very lucky, you were bruised and bloody, you tapped into your comms,

“Hello?! What the hell happened? Is anyone there?!” the only response was the crackling of white noise. You struggled to pull yourself out from under the fallen concrete.

Panic settled in, you needed to get out of here and find everyone and get your comms working again. You started to wander through the debris, you could hear fighting close by, praying to get there in time. Suddenly thunder cracked and the cement wall that was in front of you broke open, you saw Steve, shield in hand flying through the air, wait flying? You squinted trying to get a better view, then you saw it, no not it.

Him.

Thanos and his entire army.

Fighting him was Steve, with a hammer in his hand, Mojlnir, Steve was holding Mojlnir, you laughed to yourself, he was worthy, you knew it. You made a mental note to say something about it later when this was over, if you survived. You watched on in horror as Thanos brutalized Steve, you couldn’t move, you screamed at yourself internally, you need to move, to help! Go! But you were rooted to the spot. Tony and Thor were down for the count, but Steve got back up again, tightening his shield to his arm and grimacing, a sob escaped your throat. He was going to take on Thanos and his army alone if he had to, no not alone, you had to get down there, you began to climb your way down to him, when a voice broke through the comms,

“H-Hey Ca-Cap you R-Read me?”

You stopped and turned to see Steve freeze as well. “Cap it’s S-Sam can you hear me?”

You couldn’t believe your ears, the snap, did it work?

“On your left.” Sam said through the comms, as portals opened behind Steve, you started sobbing. You saw Stephen Strange, Sam, Bucky, and T’Challa. As Scott broke through the debris with Rhodes, Banner and Rocket. You saw Steve catch Mojlnir again

“Avengers!” Steve yelled,

“Assemble.”

Everyone rushed forward into battle, while you continued to climb. When you finally made it down to ground level, you made a beeline to get to Steve. You dodged and kicked, punched and shot your way through the carnage, running into Bucky first, who grabbed you by the arm as you ran by, and enveloped you into a hug,

“Doll!”

You smiled as you crashed into him, “Buck! I can’t believe you’re back!”

Okoye who was fighting next to you thew you a spear, “Reunions can wait, get to work!”

You pushed off Bucky and started to fight with him. “We need to get to Steve!” you yelled across to him he nodded looking down his sights,

“I got him follow me!”

You turned to follow as Barnes ran off into the fray, staying close behind. When you both finally made it to Steve, the ships above started firing down on you, trying to avoid becoming a French fry you grabbed both Steve and Barnes throwing them and yourself into cover.

“Thanks Sweetheart.” Steve pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. Normally you would have keened at the sentiment, but now it just felt wrong. Suddenly, the ships turned their fire into the sky, what the hell were they firing at? A missile shot through the sky, no that wasn’t a missel, that was Carol! She took the ships down without a sweat.

“Danvers, we need an assist here.” Steve said into his comms next to you.

It was pure chaos around you, but you stayed close to Buck, you stopped fighting to follow Steve towards Thanos, who was now in possession of the gauntlet, Bucky stayed close behind covering you. Steve and Thor had him in a headlock with Mojlnir and Strom Breaker, but weren’t able to hold him. Thanos sent them flying backward, you surged forward, but Bucky, who was still firing at the enemies around the two of you reached back with his metal arm to hold you back.

Next came Carol, she did better than Thor and Steve, you were sure she had him, but Thanos removed the power stone and used it to punch her, the only one still up was Tony. You clawed at Bucky’s arm yelling at him to let you go as Tony lunged at Thanos, not ready to give up, not ready to lose, crawling forward against Bucky’s grip, you wanted to help, you finally ripped free from him,

“Y/N!”

Barnes yelled after you, but it was too late you were already on your way to help, sliding down the debris around you, you had to make it to him. You had to! You watched as Tony struggled with the Gauntlet, but inevitably he was thrown back. You froze as Thanos lifted his hand and snapped,

“I am inevitable.”

You waited to feel yourself fade away, but nothing happened, you looked back at Tony who was now sitting on his knees with this hand raised, you saw the stones on his hand and surged forward again

“I. Am. Iron Man.”

“Tony! No!” you screamed.

Around you Thanos’ army turned to dust. You didn’t relish in the victory you kept running for Tony, nothing else mattered. You slid to a halt in front of him, he was now sitting with his back against debris, Rhodes and Parker coming up next to you.

“We won. Mr. Stark, you did it…. I’m so sorry Tony.” The kid sobbed next to you.

You and the kid moved away to make room for Pepper, walking back towards Steve, you threw yourself into his chest and sobbed, his arms came around you, the familiarity of it soothing momentarily. You forgot about everything else for a moment when he placed a kiss on the top of your head… Your world was crashing down around you and you didn’t know how much more you could take.

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wheresmybuckyhoes · 3 years

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Summary: You are forced to go on a mission with Bucky, someone you don’t really get along with. What happens when hydra men get their hands on you?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, blood, violence, drinking, mentions of drugging, references to rape, angst

Well this was longer than I intended. I maaaay write a smutty part 2 if enough people like this, but I hope you firstly just enjoy this little thing I thought of. Love you x

‘You have got to be fucking kidding me’ you groan as you open the suit door to reveal a beautiful room of crimson and black, the intoxicatingly sweet scent of roses wafting through the air. You narrow your eyes, taking in the black marble bathtub, the double shower heads, the ornate fireplace and finally - the source of your anger - the king sized double bed, a bed frame delicately covered in carvings of flowers, dusted in a fading gold.

‘I’m calling Tony’ you seethed, a bratty undertone to your voice as you direct it at the man stood at the doorway, noticing a subtle eye roll adorn his face. The phone rings as you pace around the room, heavy footsteps cushioned by the soft carpet beneath you. Meanwhile Bucky moved to place your bags down on the dresser beneath the window, getting one of the straps caught between the plates on his arm, cursing under his breath as he begins to aggressively pull and twist.

Unsurprisingly, the phone continues to ring until you hear a voice from the other end say ‘Tony Stark is unavailable right now, please leave a message after the bee...’, before angrily pressing the red button on your phone to hang up. ‘Fuck. I am not sharing a bed with you, Barnes. I already hate you enough, no need to make it worse’ you warn him as you toss your phone onto the bed and run your fingers through your hair, a small action which you tend to do when stressed.

‘Obviously not doll’ Bucky breathed as he finally freed the bag from between the plates of his vibranium arm, trying to play it off so you wouldn’t laugh at him. You sighed in relief, a hand on your chest as you turn to look at him.‘Oh thank the gods. I’m sure you’ll be fine on the floor so...’ you started before Bucky held up a hand to shut you up. ‘We won’t be sharing a bed because you’ he explained, poking his metal finger lightly in your chest as he smiled down on you, ‘...will be sleeping on the floor’.

Your mouth fell slightly open, not from surprise though. You knew going on this mission was going to take a lot out of you. You and Bucky were sent on this mission by Tony and Bruce to attend one of those fancy rich people auctions as a fake couple. Your task was to intercept a small branch of hydra trying to sell illegal weapons on the black market. Natasha sniffed them out weeks ago, but she had to go help mother fucking Clint with some shit. I don’t know, or care. It’s Clint. Anyway, Tony promised he would book you a room with 2 separate beds, as you had specifically requested, but looks like the literal billionaire couldn’t even sort that one out.

‘You must be joking’ you snapped back in annoyance, glaring into his crystalline blue eyes which sparkled not so innocently with mischief. ‘Do I look like it?’ he replied, a smirk playing on his annoyingly perfect lips. ‘Do you really think I’m going to sleep on the floor?’ you questioned furiously, gazing upon Bucky with hatred by now. ‘I’d rather you not sleep here at all. That way I wouldn’t even have to look at your face’ he answers carelessly, shooting you a sarcastic smile. You rolled your eyes with an exaggerated flare, glaring at him before shoving past him to grab your bag. ‘Fine. You win this time Bucky. See you at the auction at 9’ you spoke calmly, making sure to bump into him roughly as you made your way over to the door. ‘Wait y/n I didn’t mean...’ you heard his deep voice grumble as you slammed the door as hard as you could. Now, how to get a new room?

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Pushing the door to your new room open, you were faced with a small single bed, a cramped bathroom and an old desk. It was still quite fancy compared to the hotels you stayed in as a child, but it was nothing compared to the room Bucky had forced you out of. Not really worth flashing that worker in the lobby for, but at least you got the room for free.

It was already 7:50 in the afternoon, and you had little over an hour before you had to be there. You flicked on the lights, and unzipped your bag. You were to wear a silky black dress with a low cut V, a slit down the side to reveal one of your legs and a skirt that fell elegantly to the floor, more than long enough to cover up the knife which will be strapped to your thigh. You spent almost all your time on making your hair and makeup look perfect, giving yourself just under 10 minutes to pull on the dress and a pair of strappy black heels. You lost your shit trying to reach the zipper at the back of the dress, furiously pulling up your thigh holster and sliding in your sharpest knife. You stormed out of the room, racing up the stairs in those heels like a queen to bitch boy’s room. You pounded on it with a clenched fist.

‘Open up’ you yelled through the door. It opened up fast enough, to reveal Bucky standing there in a black suit, in the process of doing up his tie, filling it out perfectly with his bulging muscles, smelling like heaven. Not that he looked good or anything. Definitely not hot. Nope. Bucky sort of stumbled over himself as you brushed past him, gesturing for him to shut the door with your manicured hand. As he spun back around after shutting the door, you caught his eyes trailing over your figure, subtly wide in surprise. ‘Eyes up here boy, I thought you didn’t want to have to look at me’ you whistled, pointing with your fingers. ‘Zip me up. Quickly’ you demanded, turning around.

There was a short pause before you felt Bucky’s warm breath tickle the back of your neck as his cold metal fingers gently brushed against your lower back. He zipped you up carefully, taking your hair in his flesh hand and pulling it gently to the side, sending shivers up and down your spine. God his touch made your skin burn. Before he could say anything else, you reached over to grab his knife, tossing it swiftly so it missed his head by an inch, tip landing firmly in the wooden doorframe. ‘Let’s go’ you motioned with your head, leaving Bucky with his mouth open, eyes burning into your back as he watched you leave, speechless.

You arrived at the auction just in time, showing your passes to the security guards positioned either side of the grand entrance. The knife was digging into your leg, but there was nothing you could currently do about it. You and Bucky swiftly entered, observing and mapping out the area in your heads in case a quick getaway was needed. There was the main stage, with strange looking items laid out across it, including what looked like the stolen tech Nat had described to you. There was the bar, with important looking business men sat beside it ordering drinks and talking about money and sex. There were relatively few women, but those who were present were dressed to the nines. Pearls, diamonds and emeralds sparkled tauntingly from their necks and ears, with dresses that cost more than your entire wardrobe.

You pushed down the tang of jealousy you felt as you thought about how easy these people had it. They can buy anything they want, do anything they want, and be anyone they want. Pulling your thoughts back down to earth, you gently reached out a hand to Bucky’s firm shoulder, pushing slightly so he would lean down to your height. He was pretty fucking tall, after all. ‘I’ll take the bar, that prick gives me hydra vibes. You go do what your good at and be a fuckboy, and try to get something useful out of the ladies. Double tap your earpiece if you’re in danger’ you whispered into his ear, plastering on a fake ass smile to make it seem to anyone watching like you’re just sharing something wonderful with your husband. Being so close to him made you feel all warm and tingly, and it made you slightly nervous. Little did you know, as much as Bucky had an affect on you, he was affected by you just as much if not even more.

You both went in opposite directions. Rubbing your hand up the suspicious looking man’s arm, you turned on your flirty charm and began working. ‘What’s a handsome man like you doing without a girl on your arm’ you drawled, noticing the man gesture quickly with a nod of his head for the man beside him to kindly fuck off. You sat down on the barstool, moving your hand to play with your hair. Men fell for that shit every time. ‘Waiting for someone like you’ the man flirted back, leaning in slightly making you want to cringe. ‘Oh please, I bet every women in here has gone up to you already, Mr...’ you trailed off, trying the most basic trick to getting a name. ‘Please darling, call me Eric’ he replied quickly, eagerly. ‘Let me buy you a drink. A body like yours should be treated with the upmost respect’ he spoke, as more off a demand than a question. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat at the mention of your body, internally screaming at how little respect he seemed to have for women.

As the man turned to the bartender, you quickly spun your head around to try and look for Bucky. Mother fucker had 3 girls all over him. What do you care though, your not actually married and he can do whatever he wants. If the bitch boy wants to fuck them, who cares? Not you, that’s for sure. You keep telling yourself that. You shook your head, turning your attention to the man who was now holding 2 glasses of rosé. You actually really loved rosé, so at least the drink might be nice. As he tapped his glass against yours to produce a satisfying clink, you brought the thin glass to your painted lips. The rosé was delicious and you hummed contently, but there was a slightly salty taste to it. Must be an older brand. You drank and talked with the man for a few more minutes, asking him about his job and his family. You thought you were getting somewhere valuable when you suddenly felt your head start to spin. What the fuck. You knew you were a lightweight, but not like this. You felt your mouth go dry as you looked up at the man. The bitch was smiling.

‘W...what did you do to me?’ you slurred, feeling your mind cloud and your muscles weaken with every passing second. ‘It’s ok gorgeous, it will wear of when I’m done with you. Let’s take you somewhere more private, hm? the man’s voice echoed in your ear as he gripped you roughly by the waist and started moving with you by his side to the door. That’s going to bruise. You tried to move your arm to press your earpiece signalling Bucky for help, but your arm felt weird and tired, and you couldn’t bring yourself to lift it up that high. Instead, you opted for trying to reach for your knife but the man who was sat beside the other previously caught your wrist aggressively and smirked, the 2 men sharing a god awful look. It made you want to crawl inside your skin and die. It was at that moment that it dawned upon you what exactly they wanted to do with you, with your body. You had to escape, except you couldn’t. It was too late. You were outnumbered and could feel your consciousness slipping. You don’t remember much beyond that point. A gun branded with the hydra symbol. An explosion. The taste of blood in your mouth. Cold metal on your shoulder. Shouting, screaming, crying. Black.

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Your eyes shot open, a head splitting migraine crushing your skull. What the fuck happened, and where the fuck were you? You felt something warm behind you, holding you close and breathing slowly. It smelt heavenly. You took a moment, taking a few slow, deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down. You pulled the blanket off of your body to reveal a human arm curled securely around your waist, your dress still hugging your body, but the knife was gone. Your mind was still foggy, and you were confused as to why a man’s arm was grasping you. Something snapped in you as some memory of what those men tried to do came back to you, and you felt tears blur your already clouded vision.

Pulling the arm off, you pushed yourself up slowly, turning to look at what was beside you. Your eyes softened when you saw who it was. Bucky was lying beside you in the bed in the original suit, still wearing his suit and loosened tie. He looked so beautiful and peaceful like this. Your look quickly turned to one of concern as you noticed his suit was covered in fresh blood, a few cuts and grazes sprinkled across his handsome face. Your gut twisted and you felt sick as you felt the pain which Bucky must have felt receiving those. Fucking empathy. You reached out mindlessly to run your finger over one of the deeper cuts, but a metal arm flew to catch your wrist in an instant, his eyes shooting open.

‘Oh my god you’re up, you scared me y/n’ he said as his face instantly relaxed and he moved his arm from your wrist to your cheek, brushing away a tear you hadn’t noticed had fallen. ‘What the fuck happened Bucky?’ you asked, hand moving to your head in pain. ‘Shit does it hurt? Are you ok? How do you feel?’ he tried to ask but you wanted answers. Why was he being so nice? You softly batted away his arm and turned to face him in the bed. He sat up. ‘What happened, Bucky’ you asked, sternly this time.

‘Those hydra fuckers must have drugged you or something. I saw them trying to touch you, carrying you out of the room, you looked like you were dead, y/n. I set of a small explosion, nothing dangerous, just enough to get all the civilians shitting their pants and running out, but the building started to collapse. When I got to you they tried to shoot me, the gunshots went of right by your ear. Might explain the headache. I got you out though, thank the gods’ he explained, genuine concern in his eyes.

‘Where are they now?’ you asked trying to get out of bed but feeling another wave of dizziness hit you like a truck. You sat down. Bucky looked down and twiddled your knife between his fingers. ‘Dead’ he replied softly. ‘I killed most of them. I couldn’t get the one who spiked your drink. The blood isn’t mine’. Your hand flew to your mouth automatically. Obviously you had killed before, it wasn’t the death that shocked you. It was the fact he had risked his life like that just to save someone he claimed to hate so much.

‘Why?’ you blurted out, reaching out a hand to tilt his head up gently to look at you. Your heart was skipping every other beat. ‘I don’t know what I would have done if something would have happened to you, y/n’ he replied simply, eyes lingering on your lips as yours lingered on his. ‘They were going to...’ you whispered, before Bucky reached a flesh hand out to cup the side of your face, quickly whispering back ‘I know doll, I know. I was never going to let them do that to you’. ‘But I thought you hated me?’ you sighed, watching conflicting emotions dance in his eyes. You didn’t notice how you held your breath, or how dry your throat was, or how your headache seemingly disappears as your lips finally brushed against the winter soldier’s when he pulled you in, answering your question.

It was so gently, his metal hand sliding down to your waist and pulling you closer to him. You wrapped your hands around his neck as you moved to straddle his lap, feeling his tongue swipe your bottom lip. You opened your mouth to let him in, moaning gently at the feeling of your tongue brushing against his. You kissed him with passion, and he kissed you with longing, both emotions mixing together and causing a comforting warmth to spread all over your body. He pulled away. You frowned. ‘Why’d you stop?’ Bucky laughed lightly and you felt the vibrations from his voice travel through you pleasantly. ‘We still have work to do’ he replied simply, pulling that dazzling smile of his you so rarely saw. ‘I still hate you Bucky’ you mumbled in annoyance.

He lifted you of him with ease, holding you up kindly and making sure you could stand on your own. You wobbled a bit on those 4 inch fucking heels he hadn’t bothered to remove from your feet, but gained your balance and reached for your knife that lay dangerously on the bed. Bucky began to walk to the door. ‘Wait...we aren’t gonna talk about...’ you didn’t finish your sentence, as Bucky had turned around and interrupted smugly ‘about you wanting to fuck me? Later doll, we have shit to do now’. It was his turn to leave, and your turn to watch him walk out. ‘Fucking wanker’ you muttered under your breath as you followed. ‘I heard that’ he shouted from outside the room. It was time to kill the fucker who dared to drug you.

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wish-that-i-was-buckys-girl · 3 years

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Hi! How are you!? Hope you're good 😁 Could I request a BuckyxFem!Reader oneshot? ❤️

A mission goes wrong. The reader and Bucky are trapped in a cell surrounded by several HYDRA agents. One of them says the keywords to activate the Winter Soldier just at the moment when Steve and Tony appear to help them, they fight against Bucky trying to make him the same again until a scream takes him out of that personality: the reader is wounded, wanting to protect him from another HYDRA agent getting in the way of the bullet. Bucky becomes him again and takes the reader in his arms to return to the quinjet.

Maybe lots of angst and fluffy ending with them confessing eachothers love at the hq?

Thank you so much!!!!!!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

A/N: Hi guys! Wow it’s great to be back and free from college stress. I received this request two months ago, and again I am so sorry it took this long for me to make it, but writing academic papers had absolutely kicked my ass this past semester. This ask obviously takes place where Bucky has not been to Wakanda yet to get his trigger words removed. I hope you guys enjoy! I am a little rusty, and not sure if I should write from the first person perspective or third person perspective for Y/N fanfictions so let me know what you guys prefer. Happy Summer!

Pairings: Bucky x female!Reader

Warnings: Talks of blood, gun violence. Other than that I don’t think there is anything else.

Word Count: 2.5k

You’re My Endgame

The floor was cold. It’s not like you haven’t endured worse, but the concrete you had been resting your head on was less than inviting. Your body was rigid due to the freezing temperatures and the uncomfortable position you curled your body into. The HYDRA facility you had been captured at was in Lithuania, Bucky promised he knew it like the back of his hand. Things had changed since his work and internal torment as the Winter Soldier, something he wasn’t expecting due to lack of funds on their part. Unfortunately, no one could’ve predicted there were spies in SHIELD funneling crazy amounts of money into new buildings and updating new HYDRA facilities and weapons.

You decided to sit up and stretch your limbs. It had felt like weeks you were being held hostage, but in actuality it was only a day at most. The HYDRA agents kept you and Bucky busy with periodic torture. You’ve been kicked, punched, beaten into the ground even but neither of you talked. Bucky was more familiar with these torture treatments than anyone, but he focused all of his attention on you.

He was the first real friend you had made at the Avengers’ campus. He had trauma, you had trauma, one of the best bonding factors you had both concluded. He listened to stories of your abusive childhood, being trained by your father as his own personal assassin, and he would share whatever he was comfortable telling you. You never poked and prodded. You knew you were more open than most when it came to over sharing experiences. Talking helped some people, others not so much.

You stood up and shook out your arms and legs. Once you stopped, you assessed the bruises on each body part, counting how many had accumulated over the canvas that was your skin. 48 in total. A new record.

You looked over at Bucky to see he was lying in a similar position to you, close enough that you were in arms reach but not too close that you were uncomfortable with his touch. You were both exhausted from the continuous torture, touching was not in anyone’s best interest at this point in time.

He groaned softly, beginning to stretch his limbs out as well. Trying to turn a horrible situation into a lighter occasion (as if that were possible), you cracked a joke in Bucky’s direction.

“Good morning sunshine, I see you decided to join me for our delicious gourmet breakfast” you gestured to nothing behind you on the concrete floor.

Bucky cracked a smile “Good thing I didn’t miss it, I’m starving” he joked back. You understood each other’s humor and personality so well.

“How’re you feeling Buck? I know they did a number on you after me” you looked down at him somberly.

He shook his head “Don’t worry about me. Show me your arms and legs. I wanna see how much they hurt you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Buck I’m fine. I can hold my own just the same as you. We are trained for these situations.”

Bucky rolled his eyes back at you. “Did I ask if you were trained? No. In fact I didn’t ask you anything at all. Show me your goddamn body Y/N”

You didn’t want to stress him out anymore, so you just knelt down in front of him and started showing him your arms. He hovered over them, careful not to touch your delicate flesh. His phase was full of confusion, anger, and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He shook his head, not even wanting to see your legs if this is what your arms looked like. He didn’t want to upset himself even more, which would in turn make you upset.

“Lay back down Y/N. You need to rest, even if it is on concrete. We can’t have your pretty self looking like that when we get back to the compound now can we?” Bucky replied, trying to lighten the mood once again. It was worth a shot.

Bucky always told you you were pretty, never really thinking anything of it. Steve or Natasha was his endgame, and you respected that. You were best friends and best friends always complimented each other like that. You definitely didn’t need to make your relationship more complicated, even if you were desperately in love with him. You would keep those feelings locked down in the deepest crevices of your brain, unwilling to share with anyone.

You smiled towards Bucky, getting ready to sit back down when you heard the door to the basement unlock. You both winced at the sound, turning to look at each other with dread in your eyes.

Please dear god no more. We can’t take anymore.

You wanted to keep Bucky safe from HYDRA’s wrath, and he wanted to do the same for you. Given the circumstances however, it was near impossible. Bucky felt helpless that he couldn’t properly protect you against their torture, only adding to his mental torment. He was in pure agony, and hearing that door again made him want to scream out to a higher power he didn’t believe in.

“Rise and shine dirtbags, we have a new surprise for you today” the first HYDRA agent said with a small smirk on his face.

You had no idea what they had in store for you today, always expecting the worst. You definitely were not prepared for what they were planning to do to you today.

“You, girl, have you ever met those they call the Winter Soldier?” the second HYDRA agent asked.

You had no idea what he was talking about, honestly thinking he was talking about Bucky. You knew he had been called the Winter Soldier in the past, but Bucky never shared much of his trauma. You didn’t know to the full extent what he was capable of, he never wanted you to know what he was capable of. In response, you nodded with a confused look on your face.

Bucky, however, knew exactly what he was talking about. His heart felt like it had dropped to his stomach, unable to prepare for what was about to happen. He started shaking his head furiously, begging softly. “Please, please don’t do this. I’ll do anything, just please don’t do this. Not with her.” You could see the pain in his eyes.

A third HYDRA agent strutted into the room, just as smug as the other two. He was holding a red book with a black star on it. You thought it was just a log of what torture they had performed on you, but it was much more sinister based off of Bucky backing up into the far corner of the room with absolute dread in his eyes. That’s when the third HYDRA agent started to speak.

“Longing, rusted, seventeen.” Your confusion only grew as the HYDRA agent spoke these words, but your confusion slowly faded as concern took over. You looked over to Bucky who was squinting his eyes as he hugged his rigid body. He was whispering “No, no god please no, please stop.”

You walked over to him gently, crouching. “Bucky? Bucky what’s wrong..”

The second HYDRA agent took the book from the third, continuing reciting the words “Daybreak, furnace, nine.” Everyone’s smile grew wider except yours and Bucky’s. He was starting to shake from fear and anger, knowing what was about to happen. Bucky screamed at you, something he had never done before in his life. “Y/N, get away from me. Just stay away!”

You were a strong woman, never faltering during a mission, especially in times of crisis, but you felt like curling up into a ball and crying. You were worried, disoriented, and even worse, you couldn't do a damn thing about it. The words kept flowing from the HYDRA agents’ mouths.

“Benign, homecoming, one” the HYDRA agents spouted in unison. Bucky was screaming in pain. You couldn't bear to look at him, tears streaming down your face as you heard his agony. This was far worse than any torture inflicted on you yet.

Then, the final word was spoken.

“Freight Car”

Bucky’s eyes shot wide open. His rigid body remained the same, only beginning to stand instead of hugging himself in the fetal position. That’s when he spoke.

“готов подчиниться”

You understood the meaning, but didn't understand what your best friend had become. That’s when an explosion behind the three HYDRA agents erupted, causing everyone to become disoriented.

Debris had been blown everywhere, dust clouding your vision and settling all around you. You didn’t see Bucky, you didn’t see the HYDRA agents. All you could see was a glow. It came from beyond where the explosion came from. You began squinting, trying to identify what was heading in your direction. That’s when you began to see flashes of the one and only “Hot Rod” red, along with the Star Spangled Man with a Plan. Although you wanted to smile at your rescue, your thoughts were all encompassed by Bucky. You hadn't known what happened to him, only knowing he was in extreme pain, now missing. You yelled out to Tony and Steve.

“Over here!! I’m over here. Do you guys see Bucky??”

That’s when you heard a shift in the rubble, only a few short feet from where you were lying. A metal arm had popped out of the ground, reminiscent of the scene in the Evil Dead.

Thank God. At least I know where he is.

You worked slowly over to where he had appeared out of the ground. You began removing the stones off of his body with vigor. You could finally see his face and somewhat of his body, calling out his name.

“Bucky? Bucky tell me if you’re hurt. Bucky please talk to me. You’re scaring me”

His expression remained blank, awaiting orders from whoever was willing to give them first.

That’s when you heard the faint commands of a fallen HYDRA agent, determined to finish his job.

“Attack”

Bucky’s reaction was immediate. He grabbed your throat with force, causing you to claw at his metal arm with what little energy you had left. Gasping and kicking your feet as he held you in the air, you tried calling out to him. This was your best friend, surely he had to recognize you. That’s when Steve threw his shield directly at Bucky’s legs, causing him to loosen his grip on your neck.

You fell to the ground coughing, your body begging for air as you inhaled so sharply you thought your chest would explode. Your coughing didn’t stop for a few seconds, only being brought back from reality when you heard the clash of vibranium on vibranium. You looked up to see Steve and Bucky fighting, Steve screaming “Buck! Buck it’s us!”

Bucky replied with angry grunts, not understanding anything but his commands. While Steve and Bucky fought, Tony was busy securing the area, taking out other HYDRA agents who had flooded the scene. You didn’t know what to do, but you knew Bucky was your top priority. You called out to him several times, hoping he would realize it was you. Your cries fell on deaf ears, however, as he continued to fight Steve with all of his might.

You quickly glanced at everything going on, that’s when you noticed a HYDRA agent Tony had missed while fending them off. He was holding a loaded pistol, directly in Steve and Bucky’s direction. Before you could truly process what was going on, you heard the gunshot go off. At this point you weren’t too far away from them, sprinting in their direction to protect them from the bullet. You launched yourself in their direction, screaming in pain as your body was pushed to it’s limits already in pain. As you fell to the ground, you barely noticed the bullet had entered your right shoulder. Figuring the pain was from landing on sharp stones, you groaned loudly.

As soon as you screamed, Bucky was ripped from his Winter Soldier persona and back into reality. However, Steve didn't see his realization, landing a punch straight to Bucky’s jaw, sending him staggering back. Both Steve and Bucky turned their attention to you, lying on the ground and bleeding everywhere. Bucky, who couldn’t care less about the fact that he just got punched in the face, moved over to your body with haste.

He looked down at you softly, covered in dirt and blood. His heart wretched in his chest, knowing all of this could’ve been avoided if he just double checked the layouts of the base before invading the building for their mission. “Y/N? Y/N sweetheart talk to me please” he said as he picked your head up gently to lay in his lap. You coughed up a little spittle of blood as you turned to look at him with tenderness in your eyes.

“Bucky? Is, is it you?”

He smiled down at you, with tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Yes sweetheart, it’s me. Just hang in there for me okay? We’re gonna get you to the quinjet. It’s gonna be okay.” You could hear the cracks in his voice as he spoke to you, but couldn't focus on it for too long. Both your vision and your hearing were starting to waver, going in and out as the chaos ensued around you.

The last words you remembered hearing before everything went back was Bucky’s voice.

“Don’t leave me now sweet girl, I need you. Please don’t go, you’re it for me.”

He continued talking, but lost consciousness as he spoke. Everything was dark.

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You woke up, looking at an absolutely blinding light. You squinted as you opened your eyes, not fully able to open them completely thanks to the mini sun above your head.

You began to move your limbs, realizing that someone was holding your left hand. You looked over to see Bucky, sitting with you in the quinjet infirmary, his head hung low and gentle sobs escaping his mouth.

You spoke up softly, unable to speak at a normal tone.

“Bucky?”

Bucky picked up his head, eyes puffy and red from the crying, not expecting you to be awake so soon after how much blood you had lost.

“Y/N? Oh god, oh sweetheart” he stood up and kissed your forehead, not wanting to move your body by embracing you with a hug.

You smiled up at him as he hovered above your face, taking in your beauty.

He spoke with a quiver in his voice.

“I, I thought I’d lost you. All because I was a fucking idiot who couldn't do my job before the mission, Y/N I am so sorry, I don’t, I never wanted you to see me that way. I’m so stupid, I’m-” you stopped Bucky from continuing his pity party by raising your left hand to his lips, shushing him with one finger.

You gently removed your hand and lifted your head slightly to meet his lips with yours. You both closed your eyes as your lips met, savoring how delicious you both tasted, even post mission. You deepened the kiss slightly, angling your head so you both had more access to each other’s mouths. You held the kiss for what seemed like forever, finally decided to pull away softly.

Staring into his beautiful ocean blue eyes, smiling up at him while holding the back of his head, you spoke softly “You are Bucky Barnes, and you’re my endgame.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan characters

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icyymocha · 3 years

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Falling Like The Stars

Pt. 2,

warnings: Fluff. Lots of Fluff. Bits of angst.

Word Count: 2,040

pairings: Bucky x Fem!reader

Summary: Bucky wonders how you would act as a mother if you and he had kids of your own. Bucky blushed at the thought. You would be such a good mother to your own kids. A possessive feeling was deep down in his stomach he knew all too well. Maybe….Just maybe….Would you like to start a family? No, no, no, he knew you would like to start a family. But, would you like to start a family with him?

Hesitant to voice out his opinion, afraid that this moment so surreal and domesticated would be gone in an instant and he would be brought back to the sinister hallways. A hell place that forced him to become a sadistic monster. The screams and cries of pain, torture, and never-ending abuse of Hydra plagued and tainted him. Bucky shivered at the thought of being in that hell hole, he couldn’t bear it any longer. He couldn’t even think about the thought of Hydra forcing you to endure what he had to go through. No, he would never allow hydra to steal you away from him, not once would he let them take you away and be used to their benefits. You’re too pure, and someone who has a corrupted soul like him shouldn’t be allowed to be with you. But here he is—with you.

With you by his side, guiding him in the right direction. You pull him so close as you both snuggle underneath the weight of many blankets on the couch; you guided him home. Bucky couldn’t help but feel soft. He cherished—no, he loved little moments like these. Where it’s just you and him. Your little snores and relaxed breathing soothes his, rather, internal demons that claw through his mind, etching to be heard. To scream out for wanting blood. Bucky doesn’t honestly know how you can calm down the voices in his head. It’s as if you held a command in his brain. He knew you would never implant a chip in his mind, you’re too soft and too good for him to do so.

Flowing like the river with grace and beauty, Bucky embraces your warmth as if he was starved for days. He pulls you in so close, you can hear his heart beating hastily. To him, it didn’t feel like the haunting of his nightmares or the blood that stains his hand as he feels himself being guided by the river he knows. This time, the river felt as if an old friend; comfort. It made him feel safe within the river when all he knew was the angry cries and screams and the blood that washes away in Fury's instance of the icy water.

His inner demons were clawing at his head right now. He can’t think or sense what his directions are. All Bucky could see at the moment was the blind rage of red but he couldn’t move for some reason. His breath was shaky and heavy, he needed to move otherwise Bucky is going to crumple anything that gets in his way. He needs to find a way to stop the voices to stop screaming. His thoughts and the voices swelled in silence feeling an intruder at his side. Bucky whipped his head to the side to see you all curled up to his left arm, the cold metal arm giving you some type of coolness against the hotness of many blankets that surrounds you.

Bucky’s eyes were soft and gentle. He carefully pushed back a few strands of hair behind your ear, you always found a way to make room in his ice steel heart. Somehow, you always calmed down the voices, he can hear the voices coos, and whispers as they talk about you, and only you. every part of him was hot. It was too overwhelming how much love Bucky felt whenever he’s with you. He never wanted to let go. Slowly, Bucky wrapped his arms around you, letting you fall into his chest as if you’re the missing puzzle piece to his puzzle map. The moment was relaxing until you stirred in your sleep, Bucky froze. You rubbed your eyes sleepily, snuggling in your boyfriend’s body warmth. A smile etched onto your face as you look up at Bucky.

“Hey there bubs, what’s on your mind?” Drowsiness in your tone, pressing a kiss to his jawline. Bucky grunted in approval. His shoulders are visibly relaxing.

“Mm ‘s nothing Doll,” he whispered. Rubbing your back and down, wrapping his metal arm around your waist, flushing you even closer than ever.

Sitting straight up, the blanket falling off your shoulders. You tilted your head and a pout formed on your face. Your hair is messy. Bucky couldn’t help but coo at the sight.

“It’s nothing when you’re breathing heavily and you’re being tensed beside me,” you said, intertwining his fleshed hand with yours. Kissing each knuckle of his.

Bucky sighed

“I’ve been thinking…” he said in thought

You’d waited patiently with him. Anytime he was like this, you’re always there by his side, always waiting patiently. He was thankful for how patient and understanding you were. It made him trust you and ensured him that you won’t be leaving out of his life, or at least he hopes so.

“After what hydra did to me, how much shit I had to go through. With you by my side, even after so many fights, breakdowns, and moments between us. I still can’t process how you’re still with me. Just you here is shocking for me…” Bucky said quietly, his voice dried from crying silently.

Your eyes were full of love as Bucky peered into your eyes. Shifting in Bucky’s hold to sit in his lap, you held his face in your hands. Kissing the tears away, you raked your fingers through his short disheveled hair. Caressing so tenderly, Bucky leaned closer. Your touches were so light and feathery that he couldn’t help but lean into it, wanting more.

“No matter how much you had gone through, no matter how you think you are broken inside or out. I’ll always, always, be there with you by your side.” You promised

Feeling so light-headed by how much love Bucky has received from you, he exhales a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding. Nuzzling into your neck, he sobs. You waited until he came down from his breakdown, rubbing his back up and down soothingly. Whispering but sweet promises and words into his ear, only for him to hear. You hugged him as tight as you could, knowing how much Bucky needed this. It went on for a while. An hour or so had passed but you didn’t care. As long as you were holding Bucky in your arms, you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but comfort him. No matter what, you’re not gonna lose him nor ever leave by his side. Sniffling into your arms, Bucky groaned. Aching from how stiff his muscles are, but he didn’t care. He needed you to hold him tight. He never knew how much closure he needed until he met you.

Just thinking about all the memories Bucky and you had gone through together made his heart swell. He remembers how you would scrunch up after trying out the vodka for the first time when you had an assigned mission by Tony at Russia about some leading evidence. How you would dance in your pajamas in the Stark tower kitchen while jamming to your favorite song as you cook breakfast for yourself. Bucky remembers how you had defended him when the new recruits of shield agents behind his back. How you would prank Sam and Clint whenever you felt mischievous, oh how he helped you pranked them. Bucky smiled watching you laugh at how priceless Sam and Clint’s reactions were and he remembers how he watched you running away as Sam and Clint chased you around. Almost pushing Tony into a wall by accident.

Recalling the memories of you taking care of Sam’s nephews and how caring and motherly you were towards them. You’d always make sure they are properly fed and taken care of whenever Sam took his nephews to visit your guy’s apartment. Bucky saw how much kids meant to you, how you adored each kid you meet. You were such a mother figure, to not only kids but adults as well. He rolled his eyes when he remembered how you were a mother hen towards Tony, Natasha, Bruce, and Loki when they cause such a reckless mess. He could hear how you would always ground them teasingly—with their time-out corner hats. Bucky laughed at the hilarious sight.

Bucky wonders how you would act as a mother if you and he had kids of your own. Bucky blushed at the thought. You would be such a good mother to your own kids. A possessive feeling was deep down in his stomach he knew all too well. Maybe….Just maybe….Would you like to start a family? No, no, no, he knew you would like to start a family. But, would you like to start a family with him? Bucky’s thoughts were cut off when he felt you leaning away from his touch.

“...Mmm’ Doll?” Bucky grunted

You stilled before relaxing. Instinctively reaching out to play with his hair. Bucky grunted in approval.

“Yes, Buck?”

“I need to confess you about something…” Bucky said under his breath. You nodded your head, waiting for him to speak up.

“...” It took a moment but Bucky opened his mouth.

“How would you feel about starting a family, with me that is.”

“We’ve been together for almost five years together and I know how much you’ve talked about wanting to start a family when we grow old but we never founded the right time,”

“I just thought that if you want, we could start trying. I mean...You don’t have to,”

“I just don’t want you to feel pressured or do anything you do want to do—”

You interrupted Bucky with peppering kisses to his face. You teased him; planting kisses anywhere but his lips, Bucky whined. Snickering, you kissed him. Bucky tilted your chin for better access to kiss you, pouring all his love into the kiss. You both pulled away breathlessly, needing a breath for air. You stared at Bucky’s crystal blue eyes with a teary smile on your face. Bucky’s face contorted in concern.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you quickly shouted, startling Bucky. His blue eyes widened.

“Doll... ‘S okay, you don’t have to say feel like you have to say yes because of me” he frowned

You rolled your eyes, bringing Bucky into a chaste kiss. You put your forehead to his and closed your eyes, sighing heavily

“Buck, we’ve been together for almost six years and we’ve been through so much shit together and at first we thought we were going to fall apart but here we are, going at it strong and more determined than we were before.”

“I saw the way you gazed at me whenever I took care of Sam’s nephews whenever Sam had a mission. The way you longed for a family, how you always wanted—for us to start our own family. And I gotta say, as much as I joked about starting a family in the past,”

“I think I’m ready…” You whispered

Inside, you felt relieved and quite cheerful about starting a family with your lover. Just smiling at the thought of having your own kids running around in your guy’s home, something lit up inside of you about becoming a mother. You just knew you guys would be falling like the stars ever since you met those crystal blue eyes across the meeting room with Fury. Placing your hands on his chest, looking down. Bucky crept his hands up, intertwining with yours on his chest near his heart. Bucky felt happy knowing you agreed to start a family with him. His possessive side never felt this happy before and it was soaring hot inside his stomach; along with millions of butterflies fluttering deep down.

“Well why don’t we get started now?” he smirked. His crystal blue eyes darkened.

Standing up, Bucky lifted you off the couch. Your eyes widened in surprised feeling Bucky manhandling you with one arm; tossing you onto his shoulders. You squealed when you felt a hand against your ass. Bucky chuckled as he headed towards your guy’s shared bedroom.

Biting your lip for the anticipation that about to happen in your guy’s bedroom as you sat on the bed with Bucky hovering over your neck with love bites. You couldn’t wait to start a family with him; Bucky more so than you.

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hellsenthero · 3 years

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Oblivious Fools

Written by: hellsenthero

Bucky X FemReader

@tom-hlover requested: Bucky x lab assistant reader, where she has a secret crush on Bucky and she doesn't know how to approach him, she can be close and goofy with the others but seems to not get through to him,till one time,she was cooking up something and as a habit of asking either Wanda or Nat to taste her cooking by offering to feed them with spoon,however,it turned out that it was Bucky whom she offered,though internally screaming,she continued the facade of offering the food and surprisingly Bucky eats it and likes it,and starts a friendship/relationship?

Warnings/themes: Language, flangst. (1.4K Words.) *Masterlist*

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They were both complete and total idiots. Love struck, oblivious fools.

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Tinkering away in her lab Y/N’s mind drifted to Bucky, as it often did. He’d been in the kitchen that morning when she made her coffee. He stood against the counter, silent and brooding while she made light conversation with Sam. Bucky’s blue eyes were the first thing that pulled Y/N towards him when they met and his sweet but stoic personality was what made her develop the world's biggest crush on him. But despite how he was with others, he was never like that with her. It was painfully obvious to her that he didn’t love her presence. The second she stepped into the room he’d grow quiet, sealing his lips tightly shut. So when she’d made her coffee that morning, she’d bothered only to speak to Sam, already knowing she’d get no words from the soldier in the corner. Sam and Y/N made easy talk, laughing at a joke she made before she left the room.

“Shit.” Y/N cursed as she broke a glass vial in her hand. Green liquid pooled across the table and Y/N raced to clean it up. Mind focused on the liquid she’d been tampering with she didn’t notice that the glass had cut her palm and scarlet blood welled up. She’d just wiped the last of the green liquid from the table when her phone rang. Putting it on speaker she answered. “Hello-shit, fuck!” Finally, she became aware of her bloody palm as she answered her phone. The stinging in her hand grew and she grabbed a spare rag and wrapped it around her hand. The white cloth quickly stained red but she tried to ignore it as Tony spoke to her from the other end of the phone.

“Jeez woman, I didn’t know you had such a mouth on you.” Tony said. Despite herself, Y/N’s lips twitched upwards. She was known in the compound as being quite a shy girl.

“Sorry Tony, I’m just trying to fix an accident here in the lab. What do you need?”

“I’m holding a meeting and I need those files you showed me yesterday. Can you bring them up here?”

“Oh right, sure thing.” Y/N answered. “I’ll be there in two minutes.”

“Great.” Tony said before hanging up.

Pulling the cloth away from her hand Y/N surveyed her palm. It didn’t seem to need stitches, and no glass could be seen poking out. Counting herself lucky Y/N tied the bloody rag back around her hand. She’d tend to it once she got back to the lab. With the files in her uninjured hand, she went to see Tony.

Y/N ducked her head a touch lower as she walked into the room and realized it was filled with the Avengers. “The files you asked for.” She said to Tony as she passed them to him. She tried not to pay attention as the others in the room all looked to her. Including a certain soldier, she realized.

“Thank-” Tony began before he was cut off.

“Are you okay?” Y/N turned around to face Bucky. His stormy blue eyes glanced between her face and bloody palm. The white turned scarlet rag around her hand making her injury rather obvious. Y/N tried not to let her jaw hit the floor as Bucky spoke to her. Other than the odd greeting, they’d shared few words.

“Oh, uh,” Y/N looked between Bucky and her hand. Heat creeped up the back of her neck. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a little lab accident.” Glancing at her feet she said, “I should go back to the lab.” Before Bucky could say another word, Y/N left. Did she want to leave? No, she never wanted to leave Bucky’s presence. But if she hadn’t gotten out of that room when she did then all of the Avengers would have seen her turn as red as a tomato just from talking to Bucky. Her palms got sweaty and her heart raced, but as Y/N made her way back to her lab she wore the world’s brightest smile.

Bucky had talked to her, asked if she was okay. The knowledge that he cared about her well-being made Y/N giddy for the rest of her day.

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When Y/N walked into the room Bucky momentarily forgot to breath. Even in a loose, white lab uniform she was beautiful. Beautiful, stunning and...and hurt. His gaze focused on her wrapped up palm as she handed Tony a file. The scarlet stained white cloth sent warning bells off in his head.

“Are you okay?” He blurted out. So help him, if someone hurt her…

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’m okay. Just a little lab accident.” Bucky eased a bit, but still, she was hurt. He was going to ask if he could help her, perhaps bandage her up properly before she mumbled a goodbye and left the room.

Another missed shot.

He didn’t fully understand how, but the cool, confident ladies man before Hydra was long gone. He wished he could charm Y/N, talk to her smoothly, confidently. But the second she got close his lips sealed shut. Too worried to say the wrong thing to her he often chose to not say anything at all.

He wondered if she hated that about him. He prayed to God she didn’t.

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The rest of the day went by easily enough for Y/N. No more accidents, despite the clumsy giddiness she clung onto. Now, she made her famous lentil soup. Poured onto a bed of rice the soup was meant to be a mixture of spice and herb flavouring. Usually, Wanda or Nat would be around to taste it for her, telling her if it needed tinkering, but they were nowhere to be found. It was just her and...and Bucky, she realized as he walked into the kitchen. Y/N tried to play it cool, but the task was near impossible for her with Bucky so close.

“Is your hand any better?” He asked as he walked towards her. Y/N glanced at the fresh, clean bandage that now covered her hand.

“Yeah, I’m all good.”

“Good, good…” Bucky trailer off. Setting her stir spoon down for a moment Y/N turned to fully face him. “I was worried.” He said quietly.

It seemed that Bucky too, could be a bit shy.

And Y/N loved it.

“R-really?” Y/N asked, despite seeing the truth of Bucky’s words in his eyes.

“Of course.” Y/N nodded her head. She knew how Bucky felt. Too many times she watched him come in from missions bloody and hurt. Too many times she nearly died in fear for his safety.

Y/N turned back to her cooking dinner. “Would you like to be my taste tester? Nat and Wanda are usually here to help but I can’t seem to find them.” Bucky’s lips turned up into a small smile.

“I would love to.” Lips turned up into a smile of her own Y/N lifted her spoon up to Bucky’s mouth. She watched carefully as he blew on the heated lentils before eating them. Eyes blowing up wide he looked between the empty spoon and Y/N’s eyes. “You’ve been the one making this meal?” Bucky asked in astonishment. Y/N gave a careful nod of her head, worried Bucky didn’t like her meal. “You’re an amazing cook, Y/N. This has been my favourite meal since I first tasted it.” Just like that Y/N’s worries flew out the window.

“Thank you.” Y/N said. Bucky smiled wider as he took a step closer to her.

“I might be taking this too far, but…” Bucky trailed off for a moment and he looked into Y/N’s E/C eyes. “I would like to cook for you one night, just you.”

Y/N took a step closer to Bucky. They were nearly nose to nose now. “I would love that, Bucky.”

“Good,” Bucky rested a hand against Y/N’s hip as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. “It’s a date.”

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Memories, Pt. III

Summary: You were captured by Hydra. What did they do to your memories?

Warnings: mentions of violence, panic attacks, torture

Word Count: 1968

a/n: Part 3!! Honestly, I feel like this series could've been a one shot, but I wasn't feeling inspired to write the whole thing at once and I knew I would finish it if I posted part of it because I would stress about people wanting the next part 🙃

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3 Years Ago

Bucky could only be described as a ball of nerves when you walked into the room. It felt like his brain shut off.

He had spent the last thirty minutes practicing what he was going to say to you when you arrived for your weekly movie night. Basically, it boiled down to six simple words: I'm falling in love with you.

Despite Steve, and a slightly out of character Sam, ensuring him that you felt the same, he was still skeptical. Why would you choose him when you could get any guy, or girl for that matter?

As he nervously stared at you, he could see your lips moving, but no sound could be registered above his own internal panic.

He didn't fully comprehend you had even said anything until he registered the panic on your face. Suddenly, his own thoughts disappeared.

"Oh no. No, no, no. I'm so sorry. You obviously don't feel the same. I'm just gonna go! I'll, uh, I'll see you later." You tried running out of the room, but Bucky was too quick.

"Huh? I don't feel what?" He was completely stunned that he had gotten so worked up in his own nerves that he missed what you said. He was supposed to be trained in observing people. He should be able to multitask, especially when one task is completely within his own mind.

"Bucky, really it's okay. I'll be fine. We'll be fine! I just, I need a minute... or a few to-"

"Y/N, doll, I'm so sorry." He sputtered as tears pooled in your eyes. What the hell did he miss? "I didn't hear a word you said."

"You... what? Why not?" The tears continued to pool as you did your best to hold them back for when you were alone in your room.

Bucky took a deep breath before he began talking faster than you'd ever heard him speak before.

"I'm falling in love with you." You honestly stopped breathing for a minute. "I was trying to think of how to tell you. That's why I didn't hear you. Steve convinced me that I should tell you. Sam a little bit too honestly. They kept saying it wasn't healthy to keep it all bottled up. And, I mean, I just-"

You cut him off, pressing your lips to his eagerly. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, soft smiles growing into wholeheartedly happy grins.

"You're an idiot." You chuckled, pressing your forehead to his. "That's what I said when you so graciously ignored me."

"I- You what?" Bucky's jaw dropped.

"I'm falling in love with you too."

Present

Waking up in Bucky's arms felt right. There was no other way to put it. His presence had a soothing effect unparalleled by anything you had ever felt before.

His face was relaxed, a slight smile pulling on his lips. You brushed his hair out of his face, slowly rubbing your thumb along his cheek and down his jaw.

A familiar ball of guilt grew in your stomach as you cuddled closer to his body. It may have only been two days since you woke up, but this group of heroes quickly found a place in your heart, almost like they'd been there all along. Lying to them about your past was gnawing on your heart, slowly breaking down your resolve.

You carefully removed yourself from his embrace, softly closing the door to your bedroom as you left. You knew he would want to talk about last night, and you just weren't ready for that. Not yet.

You wandered the halls until, three dead ends later, you eventually made it to the kitchen. Much to your relief, the common area was empty. You had just enough time to calm your internal panic about what food you could eat when Natasha walked in.

"I'm about to make a smoothie, want one?" She offered, much to your delight.

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thank you." The level of sincerity of your words caught her mildly off guard, not that you or anyone would have been able to tell.

"So, how are you feeling?" She questioned lightly, hiding her skepticism at your odd behavior. Call her a pessimist, but 3 months with Hydra and you're relatively fine? It doesn't quite add up.

"Oh, um, okay I guess. I feel like my brain is all jumbled." You settled for half truths again, knowing she would easily spot a total lie.

"Right, well that's to be expected after a few months with Hydra. You said they kept you in that room the whole time?" She kept her tone light, trying to empathize with everything you went through.

"Um, yeah... I-" You grabbed your head as memories flashed through your mind. You were in a room, it looked like a lab but it was dark and grimy. People surrounded you, but you couldn't understand what they were saying.

They poked and prodded at you, forcing you to lay down as they strapped you into a metal chair.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" She rushed to you, smoothie forgotten in the blender as you screamed, remembering the pain you felt in that chair. You didn't even realize you were muttering under your breath.

Her voice drew you back to the present. You abruptly stood up, backing into a corner as you glanced around the room.

Slowly, the past two days came back to you. Flashes of memories, old and new mixed together in your head, all out of order.

You were in the Avengers compound.

Your were buried in rubble, people screaming and crying surrounded you.

They thought you were one of them.

You were being arrested, locked in the room where Bucky found you.

They didn't know the truth.

"Y/N?" Nat questioned again, slowly moving toward you.

"I'm fine. I, uh, I'm okay." You took deep breaths, slowly calming all your nerves.

"What happened?" She pulled you out of the corner, leading you back to the island for your smoothie.

"I, um, I was back there." You stuttered, trying to make sense of the image. "But, it was different. A different room." You were too shaken to think about what could happen from sharing this new development.

"A different room? What did it look like?" Nat was eager to hear more. If you didn't remember everything from your three months there, maybe they did something to you, and that's why you've been acting weird.

"It looked, it looked like a basement. It was dark and grimy." You left out the part about the lab equipment. "I, um, I think I'm gonna go on a walk. Just to clear my head a little bit."

You left before she could respond, smoothie untouched on the counter.

When you returned from the walk, you could hear Nat talking to Steve and Wanda in the kitchen.

"I'm telling you, they must have done something to her. She's not acting right." Nat was firm, steadfast in her belief that Hydra wouldn't have kept you there without trying something.

You're heart rate spiked at her words, nervousness overcoming your body. They were going to figure it out.

"Nat, she just came back from three months of torture. Of course she's gonna act a bit different. She needs time to adjust back to her regular life." Wanda replied, figuring Nat was just a little too paranoid.

"You didn't see her in the kitchen! Wan, she freaked out. She looked terrified. She was muttering something about experiments. What if they messed with her head?" Nat rebuked, still trying to convince them.

"I mean, I guess it's possible?" Steve stated, clearly unconvinced but open to the idea. "She hasn't been acting that off though, not when you take into account what Wanda said."

"Steve, she hasn't told Bucky she loves him. That would've been the first thing out of her mouth if she was herself." Nat settled him with a glare, knowing her point was made.

You panicked. If they figured out you weren't who they thought you were, what would they do to you? Before you registered your own movements, you were running.

You made a break for the elevator, twisting and turning through the halls in what you hoped was the right direction.

Just as you turned the last corner, you ran right into something- no someone.

"Where's the fi-" Tony started to joke, but after taking in your expression stopped mid-sentence. "Whoa, what's wrong?"

"Nothing!" You replied far too quickly, trying to squeeze past him.

"Y/N, wait." He grabbed your arm, preventing you from getting away. "Talk to me, kid. What's going on up there?" He gestured to your head.

"Really, it's nothing." You wiped a tear from your face, knowing it wasn't helping your case. "I have to go."

"Nope. I'm not gonna let you bottle this all up. You're not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong. Come on." He pulled you into the elevator, leading you to the lab.

Once he had you sat on the window seat in the back, he asked again. "Tell me what's got you this upset. You know we're all here for you, right?"

You couldn't take it anymore. They were all being so nice, and you were lying right to their faces.

"I'm not who you think I am." You barely whispered the words, overcome with a mixture of guilt and self pity. "I don't belong here." You refused to make eye contact until Tony lifted your head to meet his eye.

"Y/N, you probably belong here more than anyone else, except maybe Steve, but he doesn't count." He tried to lighten the mood, earning an attempt at a small smile from you.

"I really don't. I'm not a hero. I'm a murderer." You cried as you finally admitted the truth. The relief you felt was instantly weighed down by fear at what would happen next.

"What are you talking about?" Tony was clearly confused by your admission. "Y/N, your not a murderer."

"I'm not an Avenger." You moved your hands to cover your face, knowing you weren't strong enough to admit this to his face. "I wasn't in that room for three months, it was three years!" You missed the way his brow furrowed deeper in confusion as you continued to rant. "i don't know why you all think I'm some hero. Nobody was supposed to rescue me. I was in prison. I'm a killer."

You took a shaky breath, as you kept going. "I was in that room because I made a bomb that killed 38 people. I- It was accident, I swear! I didn't mean to hurt anyone... I- I think?" You started questioning yourself as memories flickered through your head.

"It's all fuzzy." You desperately shook your head, trying to make everything clear.

"It wasn't supposed to blow up! It was supposed to absorb energy and convert it into power, but it didn't work." You were nearly sobbing, picturing the people you injured and killed. "It exploded and people died! It was all my fault."

Your breathing quickened again, anxiety at admitting what you had done mixed with the guilt of lying to the only people who have ever shown you kindness causing the panic to set in again.

"Hey, hey! Look at me. You're okay. We're gonna fix this. You're not a killer, Y/N." Tony held your face in his hands, speaking firmly but not without compassion.

"Yes, I am!" You shouted at him, causing him to stumble backwards. "I don't know why you all think I'm someone I'm not, but it's true. I don't-" Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to get the words out.

You managed a mumbled, "I don't belong here." Before you passed out.

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The Avenger and the Crow-2

A/n- I’m so happy you guys loved the first chapter! Here’s the second one!

Warnings: Language, Guns, Knives, Typical Six of Crows stuff

Also please note that this is an Au kinda thing, where it’s both modern and not modern at the same time. and this is when the crows are in their 20s. Like Kaz is 22, Matthias is 23, all that jazz.

“ Because we know who Jordie Rietveld is”

Kaz’s eyes widened.

How?

How did they know?

It wasn’t possible. Only he knew who Jordie Rietveld was, only he knew how he became the monster he was, and he was going to take it to his grave.

His voice uncharacteristically shaky he answered, “ Who is Jordie Rietveld?”

Loki looked at you, and you shook your head, Kaz wouldn’t want his crows to know, but you also didn’t want to die and were internally freaking out so you answered, “ We know who he is, and we know how you came here, why you hate Pekka Rollins, We know how you became Kaz Brekker.”

Kaz’s expression didn’t change. Again he asked, “ Who is Jordie Rietveld?”

“ Okay this isn’t working, fine. If you want your crows to know who Jordie Rietveld is, I’ll gladly tell them, but I’m not because I know you wouldn’t want then to know how you became the monster you think you are!” you say, getting frustrated.

“ Oh do tell.” he replies, eyes glinting

“ Alright then, if it is what the great Kaz Brekker wants, Before he came to Ketterdam, Kaz and his big brother-”

You would’ve continued but there was a certain cane pressed into your chest.

“ Stop. I believe you.” he says, a sheen of sweat present on his forehead

“ Good, I didn’t want to continue.” you reply, looking into his coffee- colored orbs eyes.

He removes his cane from your chest and eyes you and Loki suspiciously.

“ Who are you?” Inej asks, and it takes all your self-control not to squeal.

“ I am Loki, of Asgard and I am burdened with- AH what was that for?!” he looks at where you’ve kicked him.

“Sorry about that. I’m Y/n, and that oaf over there is Loki, in our world, we’re part of a team called the Avengers, basically we’re protectors of that world.”

“ I’m a god!” Loki argues, making everyone’s eyes widen.

“ You’re a god!” Matthias asks

“ Yes! I am, I’m the God of Mischief and lies.” he continues making you groan.

Matthias goes to kneel down, “ Don’t! You’ll only fuel this oaf’s ego” you warn.

“ Are you a goddess too?” Inej say, eyes shining.

“ Me? A goddess? Pff I wish. I’m only this idiot’s best friend, but I’m just a simple normal girl. Who can control things with my mind.”

“ Well, you look like a goddess.” Jesper flirts, Loki’s eyes widen, clearly jealous. Of you.

“ Oh thank you, you look more like a god than Loki.” you reply, making Jesper grin.

“ Wait, you can control things with your mind?” Kaz asks.

“ And can I see your gun?” Jesper adds in,

“Sure sweetie,” you hand your gun to a flustered Jesper.

“ Ok Jesper, once you’ve figured it out, shoot me.” you instruct him

“ What?” he replies.

“ yes, Kaz, you wanted to see what I do with my mind. Jesper shoot me.”

Reluctantly, Jesper figures out how to use your gun and aims it at your shoulder.

BANG!

The bullet is two inches away from your shoulder, floating in mid-air. You pluck it out and hand it back to Jesper, who’s eyes are wide with shock. Loki looks on, proud of his best friend.

“That.was.awesome!” Nina jumped up and down.

“ Nina? Oh my god Loki, it’s Nina! Hi Nina! I love you!” you say going over to her, “ Can I please hug you?”

Nina looks indecorously at you before sweeping you in a nice and long hug, making you internally scream,

“ You’re so cool!” you say

“ Likewise!” Nina replies.

“ Is that a knife?” Inej asks, referring to the blade Loki gave you, that’s currently in it’s sheath.

“ Yes. I don’t use it often though, it’s more sentimental, that oaf over there gave it to me.” you say gesturing to Loki, who is currently flirting with Wylan.

“ So, since you’re from another world, both of you need a place to stay?” Kaz asks.

“ I did not think of that.” you confess.

“ You can stay here. Provided you help us, with our plans. We could use a god and a girl with your capabilities.” he offers

“ I appreciate the offer, Brekker. but-”

“ Yes! We appreciate the offer! and we accept!” Loki cover your mouth with his hand and answers for you.

“ Good.” Kaz says, looking pleased, “ Jesper and Inej, give them a room, they’ll be staying with us now.”

“ WHERE THE HELL IS Y/N?!” Bucky screamed at Tony

“ Barnes. calm down we’re trying to look for both of them, but the moment they entered the room, they disappeared!” Tony shouts, frustrated.

“ My soul-sister is missing, and you’re telling me to look calm! “

“ Bucky, we’re trying out best, you gotta calm down okay, Y/n’s with Loki, they’re best friends, she’ll be fine.” Steve holds his best friend down.

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