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[joansiefics]

Uneasy Hearts

BUCKY BARNES X READER

No.10 - hospitals (infirmary)

SUMMARY: You and Bucky were on a mission when you got the chest pains you were so acquainted with. Bucky has to help you through it and take you to the tower's infirmary as soon as possible. At the infirmary he also has to comfort you and help you to take the medicine your too afraid to take

WARNINGS: Heart Defect, Talks of dying, Struggling to breathe, Medicine, IV - please let me know if I missed something <3

A/N: This was a requests sent to me and I thought it could work as something for my Whumptober posts as well. I really, really enjoyed writing it and I love all of your requests. 

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"West and South wing's clear" you announce through the comms to Bucky. "East and North wing as well, I'll meet you on the Quinjet" Bucky replies. "Uh huh" you acknowledge him, trying to hide the searing pain that has been penetrating through your chest for the entirety of the mission.

The running to the Quinjet didn't help with the pain either and only got worse halfway through, so bad that you had to stop. You hunch over and force out a cough, trying to rid yourself from the extreme pain or at least relieve some of the tension. "Doll? I'm waiting for you on the jet, where are you?" Bucky's concerned voice dawns on you. A single tear rolls down your sweaty cheek. The tear a mixture of appreciation at Bucky's concern, tiredness and interminable chest pain.

"Y/N? are you okay? where are you?" "I'm okay" a short, breathy answer sends alerts through Bucky's mind. "Can you tell me where you are?" A struggled inhale, a dry and forced cough. "I was on my way from the South of the building. I'm halfway to the jet" A shaky exhale and a sob. "Just stay where you are doll, I'm on my way" You don't even want to argue with Bucky, because the truth is, you actually want his help. You want his comfort. You just want him to be there, even if he can't do anything.

You position yourself against the trunk of a tree, keeping pressure on your chest as if to stem the bleeding from a non-existent wound. 'Inhale, exhale... in, out... in, out'  you repeat the natural process in your head, trying to normalize your breathing - the breathing that you have no control over, or rather the lack of breathing you have no controlling over.

"I've got you, I'm here now. I'm gonna get you to the jet. Everything's going to be okay, doll" He must have sprinted to your location, or maybe you passed out from the lack of oxygen and don't remembered the time passing. But his here now and that's all that matters to you. He supports your body with an arm under your arms and behind your body.

With slow and steady steps you make it to the Quinjet. "Is it your heart again doll?" he asks as he gently puts you down on one of the chairs, looking for a head nod to confirm his suspicions, or an injury to deny it. You groan out a 'yes' and he rushes to a cabinet to find some medication for you and then to the cockpit to direct you back to the tower.

When he returns, he sees you trying to make yourself more comfortable on the chair. "Here, let me help you" he offers, handing you the Nitroglycerin tablets and a bottle of water. "Drink" he sternly says, leaving no room for argument. You half-heartedly swallow the pills with a loud gulp, trying to make it obvious for Bucky that you disapprove.

"It'll only help you, just till we can get you to Bruce" your eyes widen at the mention of Bruce. "I'll be there with you every step of the way doll, I promise" he squeezes your hand and then helps you to get more comfortable on the chair, knowing that you would struggle to fight off the sleep if you were to rest on the gurney, but that you would certainly try. "Are you comfortable now?" he asks, and when you nod he makes himself comfortable on the chair next to yours.

Now that Bucky was focused on your breathing his heart rate quickened as well. He had to do something to keep your breathing steady until the pills did their job. "I know you can't control your breathing, but would it help a bit if you listened to my breathing and put your hand on my chest to feel my heartbeat?" he politely asks, knowing that you would know exactly what you'd need. Without a word you put your tremulous and clammy hand on his chest and he exaggerates his breathing for you to follow.

Your breath didn't falter, but it was comforting and relaxing to know that Bucky's was there. To feel his heartbeat. To hear his breathing.

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"We're here doll" Bucky's voice draws you out of your blank sleep. And although his words were spoken in utter soothingness, you woke up in utter terror. 'How could I fall asleep?! What if I died in my sleep?! You stupid-' "Doll!" Bucky brings your focus back to him. "Your making it worse if you stress yourself out over rare possibilities" "They're still possibilities" you sob, the tears freely and tauntingly falling from your eyes. "But they didn't happen Y/N, they weren't today's fate, okay?" "Okay" you whisper, accepting and trusting Bucky.

"I'm going to take you to the infirmary now, so don't freak out. Remember, I'm going to be there with you. Every step of the way." With a few labored breaths and involuntary coughs you stand up and let Bucky support you to the elevator leading down to the infirmary.

"Hey guys, how was the mission?" Bruce happily greets upon your arrival, but his smile falters when his eyes fall on your tired and pale face. "I'm assuming it didn't go well then?" "No, no... everything turned out the way it should have..." Bruce lifts an inquisitive eyebrow for you to continue, but the words don't want to come. You don't want to tell him that you need help. "But she got chest pains on the way back to the Quinjet and struggled to breathe properly... again" Bucky fills Bruce in.

"Oh okay, I'll just give you the same medicine I gave you through the IV last time it happened, no problem" You throw a weary look in Bucky's direction, your eyes filled with emotions on top of emotions, questions of doubt on top of protests. Bucky strolls closer to you, takes a seat on the gurney and takes your hand in his. "I'm gonna help you though it, there's nothing to be afraid of" "But it hurts, and you can't take that pain away. You can't make it disappear" "Your right, I can't... but I'm not gonna leave you. I'm gonna comfort you, talk you through it" "Thank y-" Your sentence stops when Bruce walks in with the IV bag.

"Alrighty, let's get you feeling better" Bruce says, trying to lift your spirits, very oblivious to your obvious fear. He wraps the tourniquet around your upper arm in search for a vein. Your eyes follow his every move like a hawk, you don't want any unexpected surprises. "Eyes up here doll" Bucky says, lifting your chin with his forefinger and thumb, but your eyes stay glued to Bruce's hands, still searching for a vein. "Focus on me" Bucky tries again, snapping his fingers in front of your vision.

You reluctantly look away from Bruce, directly into Bucky's eyes. And just for a moment you let yourself relax. You let yourself dwell in Bucky's cerulean, dreamy eyes. But Bruce's words "Here we go" registers too soon and if looks could kill, Bruce would have been killed by the ugly glare Bucky gave him. "No, no, no, no, no... I can't do this!!!! PleASe!!!" you scream blue murder, kicking with your legs and hitting with your arms. The screams break Bucky's heart into a million pieces as he fights to keep you still for the IV. "Doll, you need to keep still for me or it might hurt you more" he grits through his teeth as he focuses not to hurt you but still keep you from struggling. "I don't want to do this. I can't do this." You yell louder "I don't want to!" Louder "I don't want to!" Shriller "I don't want to!"

Despite your protests and squirming, Bruce succeeded in inserting the IV, secured it and left the room for Bucky to be alone with you. "Why did you let him do it?! You said you would help me, not hurt me" you sob "We are helping you Y/N. I know you hate this and I know you probably hate me now too, but if that means that you're going to be okay, then you can hate me, but I can't stand to see you suffer." There's a long moment of silence before you speak up.

"I don't hate you... and I'm sorry for fighting against you guys it's just - just that I hate the burning sensation when the IV comes in contact with my skin. And the drowsiness I'm feeling now? I'm scared that when I fall asleep I'm not going to wake up again" Bucky wipes the lonely tear from your cheek and kisses your forehead "I know I can't soothe your worries of the possibilities, but I can be here with you when you fall asleep and when you wake up I'm still going to be here with you. Like I said, every. step. of the. way"

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You did open your eyes the next morning, Bucky was still by your side and the medicine worked perfectly like it usually did after all your protests and fighting.

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[lost-shoe]

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

Whumptober 2021

No. 17 DREAD

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It Never Ends - Series Masterlist

Pairing: College!AU Bucky x fem! Reader

Series description: Bucky and Y/n are fourth-year undergrads with the same major. They’ve always had a crush on each other but were too reserved to do anything about it. One horrendous night pushes them together and they’re forced to navigate the fallout, for better or worse.

Series warnings: 18+!!! This series is not for minors. The main plot line is based around sexual assault and the fallout that comes from that type of trauma. There is reference to the reporting process. This could be very triggering for some people. Please take care of yourself when reading this, and know that if you are easily triggered by stories surrounding sexual assault this may not be the right story for you. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

A/n: Most chapters contain several prompts from Whumptober 2021 challenge. As such, this series is chocked full of hurt and angst, but protective!Bucky is always there to comfort reader. I promise a happy(ish) ending. I've tried my best to treat this story with the deepest care and realness it deserves. It’s not gratuitous, but it is honest. I wanted to create a safe space for reader to be supported and cared for and to find their strength. If you're a survivor, I see you and I believe you. My DMs are always open. Thanks for reading.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Epilogue

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[noforkingclue]

His Doll (Dark!Bucky x reader)

Whumptober Day 24: One down two to go

Summary: Sometimes it was just easier to give in then continue to resist.

Pairing: Dark!Bucky x reader

Warnings: dark, Stockholm syndrome

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“Darling, no, stop.”

Rough, warm hands grabbed yours and you were gently pulled against a warm hard chest. One hand moved from your wrist to the back of your head and softly stroked it. You let out a sob as Bucky made comforting noises and rocked you back and forth. You buried your head against his chest as Bucky rubbed your back soothingly.

“Better?” he asked and you hated the fact that you did. You nodded and Bucky’s grip tightened.

“My poor little girl,” he said quietly, “I never should’ve left you alone.”

He pulled back and stared at your bloody wrist. He pressed his lips against your wounds and you let out a sob of pain. Immediately he pulled back, his eyes clouded with pain. He rested his forehead against yours.

“You needed me and I abandoned you,” he said, “Left you all alone in the dark. No wonder why you tried to get out.”

He pressed a kiss against the top of your head as tear poured down your face. You shouldn’t be finding comforting in the man who kidnapped you, who chained you to a bed, and yet you were. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and said softly,

“I’m sorry.”

Bucky stiffened and your words and you continued to sob,

“I’m so sorry. I never should’ve tried to escape.”

“You shouldn’t have,” Bucky said, “But I understand. This life, the life you deserve, is new to you. It’s new to me as well. But doll,” his voice suddenly hardened, “You need to stop this. You need to stop being such a brat.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

You sniffed and nodded.

“Darling, remember what I said.”

“Use my words.”

“Correct. So what do you know?”

“I need to stop being such a brat.”

“Good girl.”

You nuzzled against Bucky’s jaw and pressed a soft kiss against it. He let out a soft moan as you trailed kiss up his jawline and pressed one against his cheek. You pulled back and traced a finger against his lips. Just as you were about to press your lips against his Bucky slowly pulled away. You slumped your shoulders in disappointment and Bucky couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at your reaction.

“Careful Princess,” he said lowly, “You’re being very tempting.”

“So-“

“But,” he held up your bloody wrist, “I need to care take of you and make sure that these don’t get infected. Then I need to punish you for your little escape attempt. What,” he laughed at your panicked look, “You still need to be taught a lesson.”

Bucky stood up and scooped you into his arms. You let out a gasp and flung your arms around his neck as he marched out of your cell. You just needed to accept your life with him, a life that you were slowly coming around to, and then you’d be happy. You’d be happy and safe with the man who’d kill to keep you by his side.

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[coggedcorset]

There was a sound, sound? No, vibration, it was getting closer, but Clint couldn't lift his head, honestly he didn't want to.

Cold metal and warm skin slipped across his cheeks and his head was gently lift till his tired gaze met those stormy ocean eyes that he'd fallen in love with.

"...Bu.." the word fell quiet from his cracked and bloody lips.

"I've got you." He couldn't hear Bucky, he could see his lips, and he felt that wonderful rumble that Clint loved to put his head against, and he instinctively leaned closer, desperate to feel him more. Bucky gently, but firmly tilted clint's head up more so he looked at his lips.

Who did this to you?

Soooo, i might have been browsing the whumptober list...

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[chiefdirector]

STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES... | Bucky Barnes | MCU | Whumptober 2021

Day Three: "Who did this to you?"

He was going to kill someone.

That's what Bucky first thought when he entered his apartment to find his girlfriend (Y/N) (L/N) propped up against the couch with a mirror balanced on the coffee table, trying to suture her face together.

He watched as she continue to sew her face together, only speaking when she winced from the needle piercing her skin.

"What happened?" He all but growled out, trying to keep his anger down. (Y/N) never liked it when he yelled.

"Nothing," She kept her gaze on the mirror to avoid Bucky's line of sight, "I fell on a rock."

Bucky moved next to (Y/N), and pulled her to stand up. Gently, he grabbed her chin so he could move her face to inspect the damage. He could tell it would definitely leave a scar.

"Doll, who did this? Who did this to you?"

(Y/N) lowered her head and cringed slightly as she mumbled out "John Walker."

In an instant Bucky turned around and stalked out he door. He had tolerated many things that Walker had done so far, but this time he had gone too far. Hurting (Y/N) was going to be one of the last things John Walker ever did, Bucky was going to make sure of that

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[a-reader-and-a-writer]

End of the Line

Whumptober 2021: #6. Hunger, #8. Exotic Illness, #19. Bitten, #22. They Made Me Do It

Fandom: Marvel What If.... Zombies (slight spoilers), Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2247

Bucky found you curled up in a window seat in one of the empty cars near the back of the train. You had a far-off look in your eyes as you stared at the landscape flying by outside. Bucky sighed as he walked over and sat in the seat next to you, gently taking your hand. You looked over and gave him a small smile.

“Hey.”

“Hey, doll. You okay?”

“Yeah, I just needed to get away for a little while. Being around everyone can be a little overwhelming at times.”

Bucky scoffed. “Tell me about it.”

“And don’t get me wrong, I love the kid, but….. the way he treats this whole situation sometimes….” you trail off, shaking your head.

“I know. He’s just trying to stay positive, but he needs to learn to read the room.”

You both sat in silence for a moment before you whispered, “Hey, I’m sorry about Sam. Okoye told me what happened.”

Bucky sighed. “I mean, I feel bad of course, but I never really got the chance to know him that well. I guess he had gotten close with Steve, but honestly, I only met him a couple times. Just once kicking his ass as the Winter Soldier, and then again in Berlin. He stuck his neck out for me and I’m grateful to him, but you knew him better than I did. And besides, we technically lost him weeks ago. That thing wasn’t really him anymore, just something the virus made him into………... But I’m sorry about Happy.”

You nodded sadly. “I mean, it always hurts to lose someone else, but ever since Tony……. Well, Happy and I had gotten even closer recently. So, yeah, this one hurts a bit more.”

Bucky knew that as the SHIELD agent assigned to keep an eye on Tony when he had first become Iron Man, you had known Happy for almost ten years. You had always spoken very highly of him and thought he was an often forgotten or overlooked asset to the team. He had also been the last remaining link you had to that part of your life. First Tony, Nat, and Barton, then Rhodey and Pepper, and just a few days ago, Fury had fallen. Happy had been your last link to your pre-Avengers life and now….

Bucky wrapped his metal arm gently around you and pulled you close to his side. He knew, through everything, you always tried putting on a brave face. You never let yourself break down as you tried to be the rock the rest of the team could lean on. However, he also knew that because of this, you blamed yourself that much more for every person they lost. As you sadly laid your head against his shoulder, Bucky wished he could take some of that burden from you. He wished he could just get you to stop worrying about everyone else for a moment and just focus on yourself.

“Speaking of the kid, did I tell you he broke into my shower with Kurt last week to film one of those stupid survival videos?”

You looked up at Bucky, slightly confused. “No, I would have remembered if you’d mentioned that. Why did they want to film in your shower?”

“Apparently, hygiene is very important because zombies are attracted to pheromones produced from human flesh. However, people are, and I quote, ‘never more vulnerable than when you’re in your birthday suit’. So, Kurt ripped open the curtain while I was showering and tried one of his sneak attacks on me.”

You exploded with astonished laughter. “Wait, wait, wait…. So, you’re telling me they ambushed you in the middle of your shower? Like completely naked, all soaped up? And this is the moment Kurt tried to attack you?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“And you let them live? Oh my god, I’ve got to see this video!” You chuckled, a dazzling smile stretched across your face. It was the first time Bucky could remember seeing you truly happy since all of this started. Reaching out, he placed his free hand lightly under your chin as he pulled you in. When your lips met, Bucky could still feel the smile on your face.

When he eventually pulled away, you rested your forehead against his and whispered, “Thank you.”

“For what, doll?”

“For everything. For picking me up when I need it most. For reminding me there is life beyond all this pain and suffering. For just being you.”

“I’m the one who should be thanking you. You met me at my lowest point and yet somehow saw past the terrible things I had done to see the man that I used to be, that I wanted to be again. You helped me to be strong enough to face my past while also striving for my future. You gave me something to fight for, and I promise to keep fighting for you every single day, fighting for us.” Bucky pulled your lips into his once more but while your last exchange had been sweet and tender, this one was passionate and hungry. The two of you had spent months alone together in Wakanda while Bucky was being deprogrammed but this was the first time since the virus started that you had allowed yourselves such an intimate moment. Every frantic kiss pulsed with affections that were too complex, too intense to put into words. Each caress was filled with endless love and devotion as you each tried to express what the other meant to you. As you tangled your fingers into Bucky’s hair and pulled him deeper into you, a moan rumbled in his throat. Sliding your lips to his ear, you breathed, “Hey soldier, how about we –”

A sudden scream from the back of the train brought you both to your feet in seconds. “Sharon,” Bucky exclaimed as he took off towards the sound, you close on his heels.

Bursting through the door of the caboose, the two of you stumbled to a halt. There was little you could do but watch in dismay as the dark form hunched over Sharon’s unmoving body bent to take another bite out of her neck. Even in the dim lighting, you both recognized the intruder.

“I think you’ve had enough, Cap.” Bucky said as he stared miserably at what was left of his best friend. Even with the blueish-green skin, the patches of decayed flesh, and glowing yellow eyes, Bucky could still see the man he used to be and he hesitated. Despite the comment he had just made to you about these creatures no longer being the people they once were, he couldn’t help but wonder. The entire reason they were even on this train was in the pursuit of a cure. If there was one, if they could find it, was there still a way to save Steve?

But then he felt your hand rest softly on his back and Bucky snapped back to reality. It ultimately didn’t matter if there was a way to save Steve. Right now, this virus was making him a threat to the train full of people Bucky cared about, and Bucky wasn’t going to risk losing anyone else on the small chance that a cure might eventually be found.

Besides, the Steve he knew would have never hurt him. In fact, Steve had almost let Bucky kill him when Bucky had been the Winter Soldier just because he refused to give up on his best friend. And, truthfully, Bucky was still willing to die for Steve. If his death meant that Steve would miraculously return to his former self, he would have laid down his life in a second. But the reality of the situation was if Bucky didn’t fight back, it would not only mean his death, but there was a good chance it would mean the death of everyone else on the train. Fighting one undead super soldier was going to be hard enough, fighting two would be next to impossible. So, against every instinct in his body, Bucky raised his gun at the fallen hero.

The creature that used to be Steve (it was easier for Bucky to think of it as a creature than his friend) snarled when it noticed the two fresh new victims at the other end of the train car. It raised an all too familiar shield, dripping with blood and gore, and charged towards its next meal. Bucky opened fire as he rushed to meet him. The bullets bounced harmlessly off the shield and the two soldiers soon collided in a tangle of fists and metal. The creature still had all of Steve’s former knowledge and abilities but with an added savagery to his fighting that Bucky wasn’t expecting. Several times gnawing teeth just barely missed grazing Bucky’s skin. Finally, Bucky found an opening and kicked the creature firmly in the chest, sending it flying backward.

Just then, the thing that had once been Sharon Carter lunged at Bucky’s side. Using his metal arm, he effortlessly threw her to the ground behind him. He heard a shot and, glancing back, he saw you put two more bullets into its head. However, this momentary distraction was enough for creature Steve to once more charge at Bucky, sending them both toppling to the floor. Bucky struggled frantically to keep the chomping jaws away from him, but the virus had made the creature too strong. Just as Bucky thought he was done for, you launched yourself at the creature. You cried out as your momentum sent both of you skidding across the floor towards the open rear door. As soon as you came to rest, you rolled quickly to the side to escape the creature, but it stood and began advancing on you.

“Hey!” Bucky yelled. The creature turned towards him with a growl. Ripping the shield from its arm, it chucked it hard at the soldier. Bucky caught it with ease and whirled it back the direction it came from. The creature didn’t even react as the shield sliced cleanly through its body before lodging itself in the doorway of the train. Bucky took one last look at his friend as Cap split in two and tumbled from the train. He slowly walked over to the door and looked out. “Sorry, pal. I guess this is the end of the line.”

And with that, Bucky yanked the shield from where it was wedged in the doorway. He stared down at it mournfully for a moment before securing it carefully to his back. He knew that someone had to carry on Steve’s legacy, but he had never wanted to carry the shield. He hadn’t wanted to carry it even back in 1945 when Steve had first received it or when, months later, he had been forced to use it on that train in the mountains. Right before his life went to hell. God damn, he hated trains!

“Bucky….”

He turned away from the door and his heart stopped in his chest. Your arm was outstretched and Bucky could clearly see the deep, bloody imprint of Steve’s teeth on your skin. He rushed to your side, desperately chanting, “No, no, no, no.”

“I’m sorry. He had you pinned down, and I thought I could…... He was just too fast.”

Bucky could feel your skin already becoming cold and clammy beneath his fingers, the virus circulating quickly through your body, helped by all the adrenaline in your system. He prodded the wound gently with his metal fingers. “Does it hurt?”

“At first, but now it’s just kind of numb…… and it is spreading.” You looked up at him with wide, teary eyes. You both knew what this meant, but neither of you wanted to be the first to say it.

“You’ll be fine. Do you hear me? We should be at Camp Lehigh soon and they’ll have the cure. You just need to hold on a little longer and we can fix this.”

“Bucky, there’s not enough time. The virus is progressing too quickly. I can feel it.” You gazed longingly at him, resting your hand gently on his cheek as you tried to memorize every inch of his face. At that moment, all he wanted to do was sweep you up in his arms, press his lips against yours, and never let go. He wanted to go back to the way the two of you had been just moments ago, wrapped in each other’s loving embrace. And he could see that you felt the same way. But you both knew that the virus mainly spread through saliva, and that even the smallest peck could doom Bucky to a similar fate.

So instead, you backed away from him, stopping only once you were framed in the doorway he had just knocked Steve out of. “I need you to do something for me, okay? Don’t give up. There are other people here who need you to fight for them, just as hard as you have always fought for me. I know you can do this. You were strong before we met, and I need you to stay strong after I’m gone. Please, promise me.”

“Doll…. Please…. I’ve lost everyone else I love, I can’t lose you too.”

“I’m so sorry, Buck. I love you so much, but don’t you get it? You already have.” And with that, you leaned back, allowing your body to topple off of the train.

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It's not gonna work - Bucky

Whumptober 2021 Day 17 - Dread

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier 1x04

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Whumptober 2021 - Day 5

Bucky cursed in five different languages when he saw Clint sitting at the side of the curb. He held his nose and looked up in the air but Bucky could clearly see blood on his face. 

He parked the car he had borrowed from Natasha, cursed some more and went around the vehicle. He planted himself in front of Clint, folded his arms over his chest and glared at him. 

“What happened?” he snapped and Clint blinked open his eyes to look up at him.

“Heeeey!” He slurred and grinned with bloody teeth at him. “Buckyyyyy!”

“Clint!” Bucky said again and bent down to take a closer look. He held his nose with his hand and the blood had dried already. 

“Heeey!” Clint grinned, winced and would’ve dropped back onto the sidewalk if Bucky hadn’t reached out to catch him. “Where’ve you been?” 

“I told you that I had to work,” Bucky said offhandedly. 

“Yeeeeaaaahhhh,” Clint said. “You said that.” 

Bucky sighed. When the barkeeper Thor - a Swede built like a norse god - had called him at the hospital and told him that Clint was too drunk and just tried to pick a fight with some guys at the bar Bucky had talked to his boss and asked if he could go and rescue his idiot boyfriend. Steve had agreed and sent him home and Natasha had lent him her car because he was there with his bike. 

“How much did you drink, Clint?” he asked and reached for his hand to pull it away from his nose. It looked awful. Bloody and crooked and clearly broken. 

“Not much,” Clint admitted. Inwardly Bucky sighed again. Clint was such a fucking lightweight. Give him three beers and it will knock him out. 

“And why is your nose broken?” he wanted to know while he reached down to pull Clint up. The drunken archer fell on him with his whole weight and Bucky winced a bit. 

“Dunno,” he slurred. “I just played darts.” 

Bucky sighed audibly. 

“We talked about this, Clint, didn’t we?” he said when he steered him to the passenger’s door of the car. He just hoped Clint wouldn’t puke on the way home. Otherwise Nat would skin both of them alive. She loved that fucking car. 

“It’s not my fault they are all so bad,” Clint muttered when Bucky buckled him in. He glared at him for a long moment before he shut the door and walked around the car to get behind the wheel. 

“Are we going home now?” Clint mumbled when Bucky merged into the traffic.

“No,” he said briefly. “We’re going to the hospital. And I will ask Natasha to take a look at your nose.” 

“No, not Nat,” Clint whined. Bucky knew he loved her like a sister but he was also a little scared when she had to patch him up. Nat’s love was tough.

“Maybe next time you think twice before you get in a fight,” Bucky sighed. But Clint didn’t listen anymore, he was already snoring beside him. 

Bucky looked at him for a long moment and then shook his head. “Idiot,” he muttered. 

“Love you, too,” Clint mumbled sleepily. And Bucky smiled.

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Zemo was captured, it won't end well... 

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[joansiefics]

“I Have To”

BUCKY BARNES X READER

No.3 - “Who did this to you?”

SUMMARY: The reader turns up injured at Bucky's house in the middle of the night and it is up to Bucky to help her.

WARNINGS: Gunshot wounds, Needles, Blood, Rubbing alcohol, John Walker (please let me know if I missed something)

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It took you five minutes to climb the three small steps to Bucky's porch. You stumbled to the door and rested your heavy, limp figure against it before knocking weakly on the wood. You heard scuffing on the other end, but you didn't have enough energy to push away from the door, so when Bucky confusedly opened the door you fell into his arms.

"Y/N? What the heck happened to you?" Bucky grunts as he carefully dragged your body to the couch. You didn't answer him, too focused on staying awake a little longer. He lays you down on the couch and a string of groans and whimpers escape you. With one last look at you, Bucky rushes to the bathroom to find his medical kit.

When he returns with the kit your eyes are closed and it sends a wave of anxiousness through him. He desperately searches for any signs of life: a pulse, a groan, a movement, a whimper. Anything. He presses his pointer finger to your wrist, glad to feel the slightest pulse. 'It's something' he thinks. He pats your cheeks, but you don't open your eyes. He splashes water on you, but your eyes remained closed. "Come on Y/N" he says shaking your shoulders and you slightly squint your eyes open. "There you go, gotta keep those eyes open for me" he says, making himself comfortable next to you on the couch. "Wanna sleep" you murmur. "Noooo, no, no, no, stay awake doll" Bucky takes to patting your cheeks again and your eyes flutter back open.

He opens the medical kit "Can you tell me where it hurts Y/N?" "Everywhere" you sob, the facade of bravery and strength slowly crumbling. "You are gonna have to be more specific doll" Bucky stifles a nervous laugh. Your tremulous hand moves to the hem of your shirt and lifts it slowly for Bucky to see the crimson blood oozing from a bullet wound. "Who did this to you?" Bucky asks, grabbing a towel and putting pressure on the wound. "Walker" you grunt out as the water from the towel drips into your body and the pressure increases slightly as Bucky's jaw clenches and his anger is at the brim, close to spilling over.

"We need to get you to the hospital" "No! I tried. Walker has the entire area under surveillance and he won't hesitate to hurt one of us" Bucky looks at you, a heavy decision to make evident in his eyes. He puts more pressure on the wound, the cotton digging into the mess of blood and muscle tissue. You let out a low groan and twist your body away from Bucky. "Keep still doll, I have to clean the wound before I suture it. Or do you want to take the risk and go to the hospital?" He presses harder "It's o-okay, you can do i-it" you force out through huffs of air.

The bleeding had stopped flowing profusely and Bucky asked you to keep the pressure on the wound while he searched for the correct tools. "You want to tell me what happened?" he asks, threading the needle and setting it aside. "I was walking home and I noticed someone was following me, so I sped up my pace and later started running. Then I got shot and when I was lying on the ground, trying to regain my composure, John came running towards me. I thought he was going to help me but he stood above me and threatened that if I attempted to get up, he'd shoot me again. I probably stayed on the ground for 10 minutes before he left me. Then I decided to go straight to the hospital but when I got there the entire area was demarcated." You were so focused on your story telling that you didn't notice Bucky open the rubbing alcohol.

"I don't know why he-eeee" you squeezed your eyes shut and yelled when Bucky threw the rubbing alcohol into the wound. You gripped Bucky's vibranium arm in an attempt to stop him from pouring more alcohol into the wound. "I'm sorry doll, but I have to do it" he apologized. "Just one more time, okay? Just hold on for me, you are doing so well" Bucky comforted, though he was stressed that you wouldn't allow him to continue with his work and that could be crucial.

"I can't!" Despite your pleas, Bucky started tilting the bottle to let more alcohol fall into your wound. "Stop, please, s-stop, Buc-ky" you pleaded gripping his arm tighter. He has no choice but to carry on and ignore your protests and he throws more of the rubbing alcohol into the hole in your skin. He then rinsed the tweezers with the rest of the alcohol and pushed it into your wound. You cried out and struggled against Bucky's hold on you, twisting your body from one side to the other.

"You are just gonna hurt yourself if you keep moving" "How am I supposed to not move when you are digging in my body with a tweezer?!" you yell, but there's no anger in your voice, it's just pure pain and defeat. "Just try and stay still for me, please? I don't want to hurt you more than I have to" he helps you back into a comfortable position and takes ahold of the tweezers. Then he starts digging in your wound trying to find the bullet.

It takes everything in your body to keep still and all you can do is let the tears fall freely down your face. "I got it" he informs you with a clink of the metal thrown into a bowl. He takes the towel again and presses it over the wound, while he reaches for the needle. He quickly removes the towel and starts stitching you up. With occasional whimpers, sobs and writhing and your knuckles white from gripping the couch, he finishes the job rather quickly.

"We're all done doll, all done" he says bandaging your middle tight but not too tight. "Thank you" you whisper, voice hoarse from the yelling and crying. Bucky gently picks you up and carries you to his room. "Just sleep here for the night Y/N, I'm not letting you be alone in your house tonight and that wound needs constant checking up on" Bucky orders you and you don't even have the energy to argue. "Then at least just stay with me in here, please?" "Of coarse, whatever makes my patient feel better" he grins.

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[lost-shoe]

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

Whumptober 2021

No. 31: TRAUMA

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[buckybarnesowl]

It Never Ends: Chapter 1

Whumptober 2021 Series

Pairing: College!AU Bucky x fem! Reader

Series description: Bucky and Y/n are fourth-year undergrads with the same major. They’ve always had a crush on each other but were too reserved to do anything about it. One horrendous night pushes them together and they’re forced to navigate the fallout together, for better or for worse.

A/n: Each chapter will be different Whumptober 2021 prompts. I'm aiming to be a completist! (We'll see how well that goes LOL). There will be a happy ending-ish, but the series is going to be FULL of whump so buckle up, it's going to be a whumpy ride (yeah, I went there and I don't regret it).

Warnings: 18+!!! This series is not for minors. The main plot line is based around sexual assault/rape themes and the fallout that comes from that type of trauma. Please if you are not 18+ do not engage. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Chapter 1 length: 1.6K

Chapter 1 warnings: sexual assault, drinking, drugging, non-con (attempted rape), vomiting

No. 1 - ALL TRUSSED UP AND STILL NOWHERE TO GO “You have to let go” | barbed wire | bound No. 7 - MY SPIDEY-SENSE IS TINGLING helplessness | numbness | blindness No. 14 - UNDER PRESSURE crush injuries | beaten | force

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Bucky hated parties. Correction, Bucky hated these types of parties. College ragers where everyone got too drunk and too high. Lines got crossed. Lives changed forever, without anyone knowing.

Bucky watched guys he took class with get handsy with first year girls who clearly were uncomfortable but too shy to say no. It sickened him and he was ready to leave. He put his red plastic cup on a counter, unfinished, and stormed off into the blaring music and sea of swaying screaming undergrads to find his friends.

Bucky was a fourth-year, slated to graduate after next spring so long as he passed all of his classes. Which wouldn’t be a problem. School had never been an issue for Bucky. He was just one of those naturally bright children. You’d never guess it from afar. He was quiet and moody, never participating in class. With his buddies he was a bit more playful, though maintained a reserved sarcasm that was far too advanced for any child to possess. It was as if he had lived lifetimes before—and old grandpa in a young man’s body his mom used to say.

In high school, he naturally transitioned into the brooding bad boy stereotype, wearing all black and a smug look on his face no matter the situation. He was also reckless as a teenager and it’s how he lost his left arm. A cliff diving jump gone bad. He spent the summer after grade 12 in physiotherapy, learning to adjust to the prosthetic.

Bucky struggled his first-year at college. His grades were fine, but the weight of losing his swim scholarship sent him into a depression that first semester. Swimming had been the only thing he had ever committed himself to. It’s how he met Steve and Sam. They had all gotten scholarships to the same college. Their futures were set. Until the accident.

If it wasn’t for Steve and Sam, Bucky probably would have dropped out before the end of that first term. But they made sure to include him in all the team get-togethers and were the ones that pushed him to join the assistant coach crew during starting second semester. Now here they all were, in their final year, at the arts faculty’s annual fall party.

And it was just as disgusting as it had been the first year.

“There you are, man! We’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Sam slapped Bucky on the shoulder.

“Yeah, we’ll I’m leaving,” Bucky grunted out.

“What?! C’mon Buck, it’s not even midnight. It’s Friday and I know you don’t have to study.” Steve encouraged.

“You guys know I hate this shit. I can’t stand watching these guys. We all know what happens at these parties. I mean those two assholes alone should have been expelled ages ago.”

Bucky shivered as Brock Rumlow and Quintin Beck came out of the hall, fussing over some stupid shit he had no interest in knowing about. He hated guys like them, and called them out on their bullshit whenever the opportunity presented itself.

That's why Bucky had made himself read every single post shared via the Untold account at his college. And then he made all of the guys on the swim team read them, followed by a mandatory team training session on consent and sexual harassment. He’d always treated girls with respect. His ma raised him not to know any different. Consent was just a given. It made his stomach churn to know that shit happened around him and he refused to be a part of it if he could help it.

“Ugh, you’re such a buzz kill… and you’re totally right. Why don’t we go grab gyros?”

“You’re always hungry, Sam,” Steve laughed. “But I could definitely eat.”

“Cool, I’m just going to wizz and then I’ll meet you guys outside, yeah?”

“Sounds good,” the two friends nodded.

Bucky turned down the hall and started testing doors. He’d never been to this particular faculty residence before, and had no idea where the washroom was. His stomach dropped when he opened the third door.

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Y/n hated these on campus parties, always had, but Wanda and Natasha insisted she come.

“It’s your final year, Y/n.”

“If you don’t let loose you’re going to look back and regret your college years.”

The two red heads had pushed, and she caved.

“I’m only going because I’m sick of your peer pressure,” Y/n clarified with an eye roll.

“Good enough for me,” Nat chimed, accompanied by Wanda’s nod of approval.

“Besides, Bucky will probably be there,” Wanda sang.

“Oh my god will you two stop with that? I say a guy is cute one time and you just can’t let it go, can you?”

“Hey, you don’t share very often so we’re just trying to support you in your interests,” Natasha said matter of factly.

“Ugh, I won’t come if you keep up you support” said Y/n, using air quotes around the last word.

Her two friends dropped it. And so here she was, surrounded by a sea of sexual tension and intoxication. A horrible mix. She put her drink down to check her phone. She’d lost the two redheads after the first hour and was thinking of ditching. Not that it had anything to do with the fact that she hadn’t spotted Bucky.

She had met him while swimming at the college pool. She’s always loved swimming. It was a stress release for her. Water had that effect on her, always setting her at ease. He had offered a few pointers in the sweetest non-condescending way one time. They realized they were in the same major and even had a class together, so the two would chat occasionally. But Bucky’s reservedness and Y/n’s avoidant personality meant their friendship never grew beyond casual conversations when they were in the same class, or happened to run into each other on campus. Though that didn't stop her from fantasizing about what it might be like to—

“Why come to a party just to be on your phone,” a deep voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Umm, sorry, do I know you?”

“I’m Brock, we’ve all got graphic lit together,” motioning his hand to include the three of them—y/n, Brock Rumlow, and Quentin Beck.

“Ohhh right, you’re the loud one.”

“Ha! She’s got you there,” Quentin chimed in. Y/n knew Quentin from high school. The loathing she felt for him then was even stronger now. She knew some of the Untold stories were about him.

“Y/n! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Y/n sighed in relief at Wanda’s perfect timing.

“Found my friends, I’m gonna go,” she said, feeling flushed at barely evading the two men as she grabbed her drink.

“I’m sure we’ll see you around, Y/n,” Quentin winked at her, sending a chill through her body.

“Fucking gross,” Y/n released after chugging the rest of her drink.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry we lost you! Are you ok? Did they touch you? Fucking Beck. And who was that other douche?” Sincere concerned flashed across Wanda’s face.

“No, they didn’t touch me. And that was Brock Rumlow. I’ve had a few classes with him over the years. He’s a misogynistic prick. Not surprised him and Quintin are friends. I need another drink”

“Who’s a misogynistic prick?” Nat asked as she approached her two friends.

“Quintin Beck and every dude he hangs out with.”

“I’ll drink to that. Here, Y/n, I got two cause the line was so long,” Natasha handed her the spare cup and the three cheersed.

Within fifteen minutes, Y/n started to feel like the room was spinning.

“Are you ok?” Wanda asked her.

“Yeah, you’re looking pale. Did you forget to eat dinner again?” Natasha added.

“No, no… I ate… I think. Maybe I just drank too fast. I think I’m going to head home.” All Y/n wanted to do was lie down. And maybe vomit first.

“Do you want us to come with you?” Wanda asked.

“No, no I’ll be fine. Love you both. Seriously, I’m good. Just super tired.”

“Ok, text us when you get home.”

“Always,” Y/n assured her friends, hugging them both before she pushed her way through the crowd to find a bathroom first.

The floor was tilting at this point and her vision was blurring. She felt the blood draining from her face and she wasn’t sure if she was going to pass out or vomit or both. She fumbled with a bunch of doors until one opened.

“Told you we’d see you around.”

Before Y/n could register out who was in the room, she was on her stomach. Rough hands were tying her wrists together behind her back, while another set of hands were binding her ankles. She tried to scream but nothing came out. She was flipped on her back and it was like her entire body was numb. Like a fever dream where you try to move your limbs but you’re frozen in slow motion while everyone else seems to speed around you.

Hot breath that reeked of yeast and alcohol suffocated her as one of the figures pressed all of their weight on top of her. Someone else, she was sure there was someone else, was trying to take her jeans off. Y/n thanked all the gods that she wore her Levi’s with the damned button fly.

The guy at her legs kept swearing and struggling with her jeans, while the other one was spreading their moist lips all over face. She felt her cheeks burn with his stubble. Her stomach churned as his sloppy tongue forced its way into her closed mouth while his fingers kneaded her breasts painfully. By some miracle, Y/n was suddenly able to turn her head away. The bile rose through her esophagus and she’d never been so grateful for being sick in her whole life.

“Fuck! You fucking bitch!” the one guy spat out as he jumped off of her.

“Dude that’s fucking disgusting. I’m not doing this.”

Y/n continued to vomit as the two men left and the door closed, not noticing when it opened again.

Chapter 2

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Whumptober 2021 Masterlist

Day 1- All trussed up and still nowhere to go (dark!Zemo x reader)

Day 2-  Talking is overrated (Doc Ock x reader)

Day 3-  Sticks and stones may break my bones but... (dark!10 x reader)

Day 4-  Trust Fall (dark!Zemo x reader)

Day 5-  I’ve got red in my ledger (Dhawan!Master x reader)

Day 6- Touch and go (Doc Ock x reader)

Day 7-  My spidey- sense is tingling (dark!Zemo x reader)

Day 8- Comfort (Thomas Thorne x reader)

Day 9-  Rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated (Doc Ock x reader)

Day 10-  Oops, I did it again (Billy Butcher x reader)

Day 11- Just keep swimming (13 x reader)

Day 12- It’ll be fun, they said (Thomas Thorne x reader)

Day 13- That’s gonna leave a mark (Billy Butcher x reader)

Day 14- Under Pressure (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Day 15-  Feed a cold, starve a fever (dark!Zemo x reader)

Day 16- On a need to know basis (Jason Todd x reader)

Day 17- Field Care 101 (Bones x reader)

Day 18- The doctor is in (Missy x reader)

Day 19- Just a scratch (Jonathan Crane x reader)

Day 20- Lost & Found (Dark!Zemo x reader)

Day 21- That’s where the blood’s supposed to be (Billy Butcher x reader)

Day 22- They made me do it (Dhawan!Master x reader)

Day 23- You Break it, you buy it (Dhawan!Master x reader)

Day 24- One down two to go (Dark!Bucky x reader)

Day 25- Hide and Seek (Thomas Thorne x reader)

Day 26- You will go down with this ship (Zemo x reader)

Day 27- I’m fine, I prom... (Doc Ock x reader)

Day 28- It’s not just in your head (Dark!12 x reader)

Day 29- All work and no play (Dhawan!Master x reader)

Day 30- Digging your grave (Klaus Hargreeves x reader)

Day 31- Hurt & Comfort (Laszlo Kreizler x reader)

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[artpastmidnight]

whumptober 2021 － no.10 (hospital)

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[ruckystarnes]

Title: Trust

Author: RuckyStarnes

Words: 1,207

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: angst?, blood and injury, magic fighting

Rating: PG13

Square Filled/Daily Challenge/Prompt: C3: Free Space / Day 3: TRUST FALL / "Do you trust me? "

Written for/Dedicated to: @whumptober2021 and @buckybarnesbingo

Summary: Bucky sets out to find Wanda

Type: Moodboard/Fic

Normally, Bucky would mind his own business.

Normally, Bucky tried not to pay attention to anyone else.

Normal, Bucky pretended he didn't give a shit

But when it came to her…

Adjusting to life outside of control was not a cake walk. It was hard to act normal when you didn't even know what normal was anymore. Gone were the days that made sense, even though it felt like they happened last week, but at the same time, sins that were committed were fresh as the coffee he drank.

But at least that grew cold and forgotten, not the lives he destroyed.

Steve mentioned that he should talk to Wanda, see if she could help, but she disappeared after Stark's memorial, no one knowing where she went. Besides, shortly after everyone settled back in after coming back, he was in therapy and exonerated from his past crimes, even though he still felt he wasn’t.

It was months later when Sam gave him a call, telling him that there was a rumor that Wanda was somewhere in Eastern Europe after a debacle in New Jersey, which confused Bucky only on the fact that New Jersey was, in his opinion, a debacle by just existing. The new Captain America didn’t find it as amusing, but asked Bucky to use his knowledge to try to find her.

He couldn’t say no.

He started in what was the remains of Sokovia. Nothing. Ukraine, Romania, and Hungary held the same disappointment. He was about to give up until he thought about the Carpathian Mountains, isolated enough to hide and dangerous enough to keep people from even thinking about trekking because that was Latverian territory. Thankfully there were a few contacts still surviving that opposed Doom's rule and was willing to help even a reformed Winter Soldier to infiltrate the borders where a farmer on the outskirts made mention of a woman living in a cabin up between the two larger peaks. The hike took three days, which made Bucky glad for once to have the super soldier serum because if he was just a regular guy it might have taken him closer to a week to get to the clearing of the trees, the small cabin sitting near the lake with smoke billowing out of the chimney.

He didn’t see anyone outside, his eyes scanning around to make sure. Sam told him that she was more powerful than either could remember, so he should be cautious, but it was Wanda. She was the timid girl that sided with Steve all those years ago when the world was out for his blood.

He took a tentative step out from the tree line when all of a sudden he felt the air whip around him and he landed hard on his back in the middle of the clearing.

“What are you doing here?” someone asked in a low, thick accent, followed by a string of insults in what he knew was Sokovian.

He found her.

Well, more like she found him.

“Wanda---” The words died on his lips as he felt himself being lifted in the air again, and flung to the side.

Bucky’s jaw clenched, cursing under his breath as he rolled to his stomach to look at where he landed. He saw Wanda slightly to his right in a white t-shirt and jeans, her hands rotating, fingers moving slightly as they glowed red. He remembered very little of how her powers worked, but had no clue how to counter. He brought himself up to a knee, eyes never leaving the redhead.

“Wanda, I’m only here to talk,” he offered cautiously, “Sam sent me.”

“You work for the government,” she seethed, her eyes glowing fiercely as red energy curled at the top of her head like a crown.

“No, we don’t. Monica tipped Sam off what had happened in Jersey.”

She stopped for a moment, a look of what could be called grief fell over her face. Bucky was going to hate himself for doing this, but he rushed her, his hands wrapping around her wrists as he spun her around so her back was against his chest, arms crossed in front of her.

She let out a scream of anguish as she let out an array of energy knocking them both back, but his hold on her arms held. She fought him hard, making Bucky note what Steve had taught her or what was clearly something the Black Widow only knew. It made him smile slightly which made the witch even more irate. There was a crack after one blast, making Bucky turn to see a large pine tree come down, narrowly missing the cabin. With the slight distraction, Wanda’s head connected with his, the force not enough to hurt him but it made her cry out in pain.

“Wanda, please stop. I don’t want to hurt you,” he pleaded, fighting her each time she tried to raise her arms, until they were hovering above the ground, something he didn’t remember she could do before.

“Let me go James,” she gritted out, pain and anguish in her voice, her face etched with sorrow.

“No!” he yelled, pulling on her arms so she was up close to him, “despite what you think, I am here as a friend...an ally. Believe me, Wanda. Steve wouldn’t want you hurting.”

The red crown thing above her brow faltered slightly, their altitude started to descend. She wasn’t fighting against his grip anymore, the glow fading from her eyes as he felt the ground under his feet. He waited a moment longer as he watched her closely, wary that she might turn against him, but the tears welling up in her eyes told him otherwise. His hands let go of her wrists before pulling her into a tight embrace as she started to sob. It felt like hours as he held her, listening to her curse Steve and Clint for leaving her, losing Vision, and S.W.O.R.D. for weaponizing a version of her lost love.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered, pulling back slightly to look at her, brows knitted together. “You trusted Steve, Clint. I’m just asking for the same. Sam and I will not let anything happen to you.”

“I’ve hurt too many people, James,” she sniffed, drawing back further from him, “I cannot ask you to jeopardize your new found freedom nor Sam’s image.”

“Wilson can handle himself, besides, he’s sort of like a Steve. Just don’t tell him I said that.” He gave her a crooked smile, bending over to brush the dirt and grass from his pants. “But it seems like you have grown a bit since I’ve seen you last. And you cut your hair.”

Wanda blushed and looked away from him for a moment, making him chuckle.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant that you're more powerful. I’m just chalking the haircut as an emotional thing that most people do after something traumatic.” He pointed at his short hair.

“It looks good on you,” she replied softly, giving him a smile.

“Do you mind inviting me in so I can help you set your nose and stitch the gash on your forehead? Next time don’t headbutt a super soldier.”

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