Not so Unrequited:
Warnings: Slight swearing.
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It is really hard to do your job properly when you hate your partner.
But for this upcoming mission I had been paired up with the man I hate. And as if my luck couldn't get any worse I had to pretend dating him for as long as our mission goes on.
Several events to this moment of us sitting next to each other in a bar. Apparently this bar was known to be a great place to gather information about our mission.
As I hold my drink in one hand he turns to me to say something but I beat him to it "Don't talk to me someone might think we are friends"
He sighs ,"We are supposed to play a couple dumbass"
I take a sip of my drink "Yeah that's the worst part."
This happened in the first week of the mission but now it's been four months since then and my feelings for him has changed.
I wanted to stay in denial but everytime he gives a smile across the room I feel butterflies. I don't want to deny it anymore that I've fallen for him.
Today the first stage of our mission was finally completed and to celebrate it we threw a little party in our hotel room.
As we were drinking I felt myself getting drunk enough to confess my real thoughts.
"i hate you, you know that", he gave me a nod with a smile.
" I hate that smug smile of yours", he seems to enjoy the show.
"I hate how you laugh at every threat I give you", he laughs again.
"I hate how you make me feel", I realized I have said too much but there's no going back now.
"I hate how I can't stop thinking about you", I see his expressions change even though I can't if it's good or bad.
"I'm sorry", I finally say as I look down on my lap. There's silence before I finally speak again.
" I didn't mean to fall for you ",
The silence has never bugged me before than this moment. After few seconds his voice was heard.
" And neither did I"
"FUCKING PARDON?" , now I'm looking directly at him and he is wearing that signature smile of his which makes me weak in the knees.
"You heard that right" , and then he leans forward to clear all my doubts.
Characters: Eren Yeager, Gojo Satoru, Kuroo Tetsuro, Oikawa Tooru, Bucky Barnes, Dazai Osamu, Shinichiro Sano, Mitsuya Chifuyu, and any of your favorites<3
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The Grieving Widow
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Summary: You go on a mission to avenge the death of your husband, Steve, and best friend Nat.
Pairing: Platonic!Sam x Reader x Platonic!Bucky
Word Count: 1062
Warnings: No fluff, all angst. Mentions of guns and violence, blood. Revenge.
You were a mess and Bucky saw it. You hadn’t slept. You’ve barely eaten. The angry scowl on your face was leaving permanent lines that Nat would no doubt probably tell you about.
Not because she was mean, but because she cared. You knew she cared. She would rub that space in between your brows and tell you not to scowl. Just like your husband would’ve. Only, Steve would’ve kissed them away.
Not anymore. Ever since Nat and Steve left to go on this mission. You didn’t think it would be the last time you saw them, your best friend and your husband.
You cried for three days straight. On the fourth day, Sam threatened to take you to the hospital if you didn’t put food in your stomach. On the fifth day, Bucky came to you and told you of the whereabouts of Strucker. The last mission Steve was on. The man that ended your life, by taking Steve’s.
“Maybe we should hold off on doing this, Rogers,” Bucky said to you as he flexed his grip on his metal hand. “Maybe when you’re back to your usual self again.”
“My husband just died, Barnes. I’ll never be my normal self again,” you said cocking the riffle in your hand. Hearing the familiar click and load sent a tempting song throughout your body, beckoning you to draw blood.
“OK, everybody knows the plan?” Sam came in asking both you and Bucky. “Rogers find a good spot to cover us, while Bucky and I go in. We will extract him…do you hear me, Rogers? EXTRACT him. There will be no executions tonight. He will answer for his crimes against the people. I promise you that.”
“What about your promise to me, Sam? You promised to take care of him. And he never came back,” you whispered with such ferocity that Sam had to look away. “So, excuse me if I don’t believe you.”
“I’m sorry, Angel. I really am. I…”
“He did everything he could, doll. We both did. In the end, we just weren’t prepared.” Bucky interrupted him. Sam continued to look everywhere except at you. Guilt was written all over his face. You knew it wasn’t his fault. You were just so angry. So hurt.
“You’re not even sanctioned for this mission. You’re here because we owe you. We don’t want to lose you too. So, please. Stay back, be the sniper we know. Cover our backs and I promise we’ll get the son of bitch,” Bucky exacted.
You stayed silent throughout the rest of the flight. Each of you knowing very well that you wouldn’t stay put. If you ever saw Strucker, you wouldn’t hesitate to kill him right there and then.
The jet landed and you left to scope out a hidden spot close to the landing. Bucky and Sam looked at each other with concern before they decided to just trust you. They made their way to the bunker, knowing that you were watching over them with your sniper rifle. Their own Guardian Angel.
It went by quickly. Sam and Bucky made a path towards the bunker and whatever stragglers came from behind, you would take out.
As soon as the two entered the building, you saw Strucker exit the rooftop. The blades of a parked helicopter started to turn as Strucker made his way inside.
“Oh, no you don’t. You piece of shit,” you mumbled to yourself. You waited till the helicopter made its way airborne, watching which direction it would turn. You must’ve had your own angel because it turned and headed in your direction.
You waited patiently as you looked through your scope. The chopper coming closer and closer. You timed it perfectly and let out a shot to hit the tail rotor of the chopper, sending it spiraling out of control. You squeezed one more shot and took out the pilot. You estimated where it would crash and made your way there.
The engine caught fire as soon as it hit the ground and you ran your way over there. A bloodied Strucker kicked out the glass window and was crawling out of the debris. Of course, he survived, the little leech!
You screamed as you flipped your rifle mid-air and caught the barrel. With a practiced move, like Steve had taught you, you swung the butt end of your gun against his head like a baseball bat.
“YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!” You yelled out as Strucker struggled against fainting. “You don’t deserve to live.” You struck him again with the bottom of your weapon. “You don’t deserve to be brought in and held accountable.” He held his hands up, begging for mercy. Or hoping to stop you. Either way, you weren’t going to give him what he wanted.
“Another Avenger. As if the last two weren’t easy en-enough to kill,” he chuckled. He must have a death wish. “And who did they send this time…” he wondered out loud. His blood dripped down, welling into his eyes, obscuring his vision. “The Angel,” he sighed, almost with reverence.
“Angels?” you stooped down, your face so close to his as you whispered, “You’re not worthy of seeing angels. In this life, or the next.”
You stood up quickly, grabbed the firearm on your thigh holster, and pointed it directly to his head, “I’m the Grieving Widow.”
*~*
The gunshot stopped Sam and Bucky in their tracks. When they witnessed the helicopter hurtle, they fought their way over to the crash.
As they turned the corner, they saw you standing with your pistol still pointed at the head of Baron Strucker, who was lying down on the ground.
You were shaking. Your rage left you, leaving you frail and defenseless. “Rogers,” Sam called out to you. You jerked your head in his direction. Tears rimmed your eyes, spilling down your cheek. The familiar trail they’ve taken down your face was comforting.
Sam slowly came up to you and pried your gun away from your hands. He handed it to Bucky who was behind him, and he opened his arms waiting for you to accept his offer of peace.
You broke.
You wailed your grief as the last dregs of rage left your body and you started to fall to your knees. Sam caught you before you hit the ground and carried you around your waist. The fallen angel.
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AU idea:
Steve & Bucky meeting when Steve is the preposterously-Hot Guy that Bucky's douchebag (soon-to-be-ex) boyfriend Brock brings back to their apartment, one day, thinking Bucky is at work (but he's actually home sick).
Bucky interrupts before anything can happen (though Steve was already having second thoughts, noticing what looks like couples photos around the place).
Steve also can’t help noticing, despite him being ill, how hot Bucky is and how sweet-natured; how well he behaves, given what he's just walked in on.
So, feeling guilty, Steve goes back to that apartment to apologise, later that week, to find out that Bucky is now single and living there alone. 👀
Bucky accepts his apology. They become ...Friendly.
And keep bumping into each other (cuz it turns out, being Brock's Type = having a bunch of interests in common!)
So Bucky is totally oblivious to the real reason why Steve is so nice to him all the time (assuming it’s just guilt / relief that Bucky is okay with him.)
And all Bucky’s exasperated friends are just like 🤨 James. Are you Blind.
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