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In Another Life

Bucky Barnes x reader ° part three

Summary: Waiting 88 years to find your soulmate? It was cruel. But it was a cruel fate Bucky would have to face whether he accepted it or not. Bucky was a tortured man all his life and he wasn’t even granted the solace of having his soulmate at his side. All he had was the promise of one in another life.

They were separated by two different times.

But the pain in their lives were connected. Y/n had been alone ever since she could remember. All she could depend on was the soulmate that was destined to be at her side. Yet when the snap occured she lost him.

And Bucky never got to meet her.


Y/n felt horribly out of place standing there in the compound while the man she had come to know as Scott rambled on about the Quantum Realm. That topic happened to be one of the many she studied meaning she knew more than most people but what Scott was talking about was just insane. 

Stuck in the Quantum Realm for five years? A void of infinite time and space, how did he not go mad? His later explanation of it only feeling like five hours, cleared up that question but she still had a million more. 

How did he get to the Quantum Realm? How’d he get stuck? How did he navigate himself out? Why did he only get out now? How did he find them? 

Her mind was buzzing with so many unknowns. 

Was this what being a part of the Avengers felt like? No wonder they tore themselves apart, they dealt with some crazy shit. 

“I really don’t think I should be here.” Y/n mumbled, starting to step away from the three. Doubt began to creep under her skin and her justification for being there as a guest unravelled as the conversation swayed from friendly to more heroic matters. 

Their focus shifted to her as she backtracked, hesitantly trying to make her escape but when Steve desperately called her name, she knew any hope of leaving was in the wind. 

“Please. You can help us.” Steve pleaded. Nat reached out to reason with him but he stayed firm in his request. His eyes were fixated on Y/n and she struggled to remain unwavering. 

“How, Steve? I’m not like you guys. I’m not an Avenger.” Y/n told him. His eyes fell to the floor knowing she was right. But letting her leave felt wrong now. Something about her changed once he realized she was Bucky’s soulmate and he selfishly wanted her at his side. His pride told him it was so he could protect her or just out of guilt for not telling her the truth but he knew neither of those were true. 

Y/n represented the only piece of Bucky he had left and he couldn’t just let her walk out the door, especially with Scott there. His presence meant there was a change in the air and for the first time in 5 years, he was hopeful. 

There might actually be a way to undo what Thanos had done and he wanted Y/n there every step of the way. 

“You are to me.” He confessed, his soft frown silently begging her to stay. Nat would be lying if she said she didn’t want Y/n to stay as well but she understood Y/n’s opposition. 

Y/n offered some knowledge of the Quantum Realm but they didn’t even know exactly what they were doing, let alone how to put her information to good use. So Nat decided to stay neutral with her conflicted opinion. 

“Wait, what’s your power? I get really small, I mean, obviously, Ant-Man. And sometimes I can get big too but I try not to anymore.” Scott ranted, the excitement obvious in his wide eyes and rapid words. Y/n gave into Steve’s plea, knowing there was nothing that could withstand those baby blues. Sighing, she turned to Scott with a lazy smirk. 

“I read minds.” She lied, hoping he’d catch on to her sarcasm. But the poor man was too thrilled with her supposed superpower to realize he’d been fooled. 

“Whoa, that’s so cool. What am I thinking?” He asked, childlike in his manner as he stared at her intently. Her face deadpanned, sending a quizzical look to Steve and Nat. This was the man they were listening to? Steve shrugged in return before both their gazes fell back on Scott. 

“You’re thinking about eating that sandwich.” Y/n answered finally, a glimpse of disbelief flashing across his features. She had noticed him staring at it since he entered the room, it didn’t exactly take a mind reader to know. But that didn’t occur to him and no one wasted anymore time explaining it to him as he stole half the sandwich. 

“Scott, what were you talking about?” Steve asked, dragging Scott’s distracted mind back to his plan. The frenzied man swallowed thickly, forcing his words through the peanut butter that lingered before starting to pace. 

“What I’m saying is, time works differently in the Quantum Realm. The only problem is right now, we don’t have a way to navigate it. But what if we did? I can’t stop thinking about it. What if we could somehow control the chaos and we could navigate it? What if there was a way to enter the Quantum Realm at a certain point in time but then exit at another point in time? Like-like before Thanos.” Scott described. 

“Wait, are you talking about a time machine?” Steve questioned in disbelief. Y/n looked to Nat, the slight flick of her eyes conveying her skepticism. Scott stopped pausing to shake his head with a scoff, offended that his masterful plan had been compared to the object of most fictional media. 

“No. No, of course not. No, not a time machine. It’s more like a…” Uncertain, his voice trailed off. “Yeah, a time machine. I know it’s crazy.” He admitted, unable to find another word for his idea. Y/n shook her head, stepping forward. 

“Yeah, you’re right it’s insane.” She agreed. Steve’s brow furrowed and he crossed his arms turning to her. 

“What do you know about this?” He inquired, wondering if his request for her to stay had been justified. Y/n sighed, running a forceful hand through her hair, grateful when her fingers didn’t snag. She wasn’t a genius but she had paid enough attention to the class to know what they were talking about was impossible. Sure there were theories on uses of the Quantum Realm, many of which she researched after the class ended, unable to let go of the mind boggling subject. Yet none were proven. 

The sheer fact that it was so outlandish was one of the reasons that had steered her away from the topic but as she stood there talking about it she wished she hadn’t. 

“In college I went to practically every science related class I could. This scientist, Bill Foster, came to my college and did a short class on it for like a month. I thought it was cool so I kept coming back but this isn’t an exact science, the Quantum Realm is infinite in time and space.” She sighed, shaking her head as she desperately tried to piece together any working theories. 

She once found it fun to see if she could figure out a way to use the Quantum Realm like Scott talked about it, but the main reason it was fun was because she never expected to actually have to make a working theory. 

“Hey, I met that guy.” Scott announced, rather amused as Y/n gave him an exasperated look. 

“Then you should know that finding a certain point in time is the equivalent of finding a needle in a haystack but the haystack is infinite and time means nothing.” It was frustrating not being able to be of more help in a topic she once debated switching her major for but the science was too unreliable, practically everything was just hypothetical. 

“So, can you find a magnet?” Steve asked. Y/n looked to him recognizing the desperation in his eyes. The simple action made her heart clench in her chest. Steve had a way of making those around him share his passion toward anything and she hated how easily she fell victim. It was impossible not to get wrapped up in the righteousness of things especially when her best friend was the face of America. 

She rubbed her arm, briefly catching sight of her countdown. The numbers sent a chill through her and she froze for a moment, her eyes calm and calculated as she thought over the situation. 

An interesting idea came to mind looking down at the numbers on her wrist. Was this what her countdown was leading her to? A time machine? It made sense since her countdown had been just as curious as the Quantum Realm itself. Did her countdown mean time travel was real? 

She tugged down her sleeve, not catching Steve’s eye on her countdown as she released a long sigh. Perhaps she was one of them because they seemed just as uncertain as her. 

“I might be able to get you started but it’d take an actual genius to even know where to go from there.” Y/n offered, unaware of Nat’s eyes narrowing on ‘actual’. Steve turned his gaze to the floor, a certain man coming to mind. There was a slim chance he might help. The guilt Steve felt was the same in Tony and it might be enough to get him to join their crazy mission. 

“I can’t stop thinking about it. There’s gotta be some way… There’s gotta be…some w… it’s crazy.” Scott mumbled. Y/n crossed her arms looking over at Steve. She remembered a time when even being friends with him was crazy to her but she quickly grew used to the feeling. But now she was questioning everything. 

In what world does a therapist with a little knowledge in Quantum Theory really help the Avengers potentially bring back the people they had lost? 

“I get emails from a raccoon, so nothing sounds crazy anymore.” Nat sighed making Y/n’s head whip around to her. 

Maybe in a world where raccoons talk?  

“So who do we talk to about this?” Scott questioned, shifting his stare between the three. Nat and Steve shared a look knowing who they’d have to visit and that he’d probably not be too easy to persuade.

Y/n stared dazed at Nat, only deciding to speak up when it became apparent that Nat wouldn’t explain further. “Wait, a raccoon?" 


"Hey.” Nat called, tugging on Steve’s arm as Scott and Y/n continued down the hall. He glanced at Y/n watching as she explained she was actually powerless. Scott’s devastated and bewildered face almost made him smile as he turned back to Nat. 

“What was that back there?” She asked him. Any hint of amusement faded away as he looked down knowing his emotional statement wouldn’t go unnoticed. He didn’t want to answer but he knew hiding it from Nat would be pointless. He trusted her but he was scared saying it aloud would make him realize how ridiculous he was. 

There was no way to be certain and he feared telling her or Y/n would prove that he was wrong. They’d tell him he was so dire to have Bucky back that he invented this impossible idea that he’d found his soulmate. And rejection like that terrified him. 

Sensing his hesitance, Nat let go of his arm giving him a soft smile. “It’s ok. Forget about it.” She told him gently, starting to walk off toward Y/n and Scott. Steve quickly reached out stopping her and she turned to him confused. 

“She’s Bucky’s soulmate.” Steve said quietly, his eyes drifting back to Y/n at the end of the hall. She was far enough away to where she wouldn’t be able to hear but she knew something was up as she looked back at him, her brow furrowing at the pair’s private conversation. 

“Barnes? How do you know?” Nat expressed her doubt, trying to piece together how Steve had come to such an unbelievable conclusion. She’d never suspected him to have a soulmate let alone her to be the cheerful and kind woman before her. 

Of course Nat knew he Bucky had one, like everyone else in the universe, but she figured after all his years with HYDRA his soulmate was long dead. 

It was a sick thought but she was aware of how HYDRA operated and they wouldn’t take the chance of letting their star assassin’s soulmate live. She had just hoped they hadn’t made him do it and if Y/n was truly his soulmate she supposed he was lucky. 

“Her countdown. It’s exactly like his was when he turned 18. It’s not really something you’d forget.” Steve sighed, the tension in his shoulders tightening as he uncomfortably shifted his weight on his heels. Nat was silent for a moment. 

Bucky Barnes had been one of the few men that scared her- no terrified her. He almost killed her on multiple occasions but once he was free from HYDRA’s control she saw him the way Steve had. She wouldn’t call him exactly a friend but being her acquaintance was certainly better than being the source of her nightmares. 

Like Steve, she looked over to Y/n wondering how such a wonderful person could’ve been paired with the ex assassin. Sure he was changed now but soulmates were definite which meant if Bucky hadn’t gotten help, it would’ve been up to Y/n to save him or she wouldn’t even have him at all. 

“That’s a hell of a coincidence- you two being friends.” Nat tried to offer a laugh. Steve pierced his lips looking down at the ground. Relief washed over him, grateful that someone other than himself believed the unreal situation they were in. 

“You know, I almost thought you two would end up together.” Nat remarked. 

At this Steve whipped his head back to her, his eyebrows furrowed and jaw slack as though he’d been accused of something. The suggestion sent an embarrassed tint to his cheeks and he glanced at Y/n making sure she hadn’t moved closer. “What made you think that?” Steve asked. 

“Relax, I didn’t mean anything by that. It’s just when you first met her you were the happiest I’d ever seen you and I thought it was because you liked her. Guess it makes sense now.” Nat smiled, squeezing his shoulder. 

It was no secret that soulmates were bound by more than their countdown and to Nat the coincidence of Y/n and Steve being friends wasn’t a coincidence anymore. He found her through Bucky and that’s all she needed to know. 

Steve watched as she continued down the hall, forgotten late night talks with Y/n filling him with a profound guilt. Y/n was important to him and naturally their closeness had led to some feelings being developed but none they ever acted on. Eventually the feelings faded and they decided they were better friends. While nothing happened he couldn’t shake the guilt as if he’d somehow betrayed Bucky. 

He followed Nat down the hall, trying to ignore Y/n’s inquiring look. “It’s nothing.” He’d insisted. She unwillingly took the explanation, deciding to figure out on her own what had upset him. 


If Y/n had felt out of place before she definitely did now while sitting across the table from the large green man that was now Bruce Banner. 

Despite their pleas, Tony rejected their idea not that they could blame him. And while Y/n would’ve loved to work with him, she had just been ecstatic to meet the famous Tony Stark she looked up to all her life. He was the reason she took such an interest in science and technology. She once hoped to be an inventor like him one day and while she loved to discover how things worked, she soon realized that the human brain was the most complicated thing out there leading her to her occupation. It was interesting seeing how different their lives had ended up, Tony choosing a life away from people while she chose to help them. She still admired him and she absolutely fell in love with his daughter, Morgan, an innocent replica of her father. 

There had once been a time when she imagined her and her soulmate having the stereotypical suburban life; married with kids. However when the snap occured, any hope of that life died with her soulmate. Yet the hope was slowly starting to respark with the talk of time travel. She knew it was idiotic but she only fell deeper into her fantasy as two children came up to Banner, requesting a photo. 

She wondered if she and her soulmate did have a life together, what it would be like. What would he be like? Was he funny? Was he kind? Was he charming? Were his eyes really blue? Would their kids have blue eyes? 

“About what we were saying…” Steve said, capturing their attention once more. Scott wore a baffled and angry look after the whole picture interaction and Y/n couldn’t help but be amused as he sat next to her with a pout. 

“Right. The whole time travel do-over? Guys, it’s outside my area of expertise.” Bruce explained. Y/n’s heart sank and she sighed, her eyes subconsciously searching for Steve’s. His eyes were still hopeful and he turned away from her trying to convince Bruce to help. 

“Y/n said she could get it started. Couldn’t that help?” He questioned, almost desperate as Y/n shared a look with Bruce. She could tell he wanted to help just as much as the next guy but their entire plan rested on something that came straight out of a movie. 

“Steve, leading an experiment like this would be impossible if I don’t even know where to start.” Bruce tried to explain gently. Nat stared at Bruce, her expression unconvinced and even a little encouraging as a soft smirk twisted on her lips. 

“Well, you pulled this off. I remember a time when that seemed pretty impossible, too.” She replied. Bruce fell silent, looking down at himself as he contemplated the decision. It would be risky but they didn’t really have much else to lose, right? 


Bruce had come back with them to the compound and after explaining the strategy she’d come up with, she set off to find Steve. He’d been quiet since he had convinced her to stay and she was starting to believe that maybe he regretted the decision. She wasn’t a hero after all, she didn’t really serve any other purpose than the one she had just fulfilled. 

She found him in his room, leaning against the headrest of his bed. The room was neat and if it hadn’t been for the few personal effects on the dresser she would’ve argued it wasn’t lived in. In a way that was true since a majority of his nights were spent at her apartment whether it be movie nights, game nights or simply nights spent in silence. 

Steve looked up from his sketchbook when she softly knocked on the door frame, leaning on it as he set down the book. "Come in.“ She padded over to him, climbing to sit next to him wordlessly. Their shoulders brushed and the calming effect that came with her presence uplifted his spirits causing him to look over at her with a tender smile. 

"Let me guess. You wanna know what’s wrong.” He acknowledged. She studied his thoughtful eyes, shaking her head with a brief exhale as she turned away. 

“You have a way of staring into someone’s soul. Did that come with the serum or has it always been like that?” She asked him, her tone teasing yet a little genuine. He shrugged letting out a small laugh. 

“I don’t know. I guess I’ve always been a little intense.” His smile faded slowly, allowing his gaze to fall back on the sketchbook. He’d been drawing what he’d seen earlier, unable to get the fantasy out of his head. Y/n followed his stare, landing on the drawing scribbled onto the page. Respectfully reaching over and picking it up, she looked up at Steve. He no effort to stop her, watching as her finger traced the curve of the face upon the page. 

It was a rough drawing due to Steve’s lack of time to really add the details he wished to but Y/n had seen plenty of his art so he didn’t mind as much. Her lips parted but she didn’t speak instead creasing her brow as she intently stared at the page. 

Steve had drawn Bucky plenty of times before but shamefully most had been of the Winter Soldier. He used drawing as a way to drag certain images from his head and nothing haunted him more than the monster HYDRA had made his best friend into. 

Yet this drawing was different. He drew him the way he remembered Bucky from the 40s. His jaw was sharp as were the rest of his perfectly chiseled features. His lips were curved into a smirk and with the small lift of his brow, she figured the moment Steve had taken it from was jestful. 

Though the sketch was mostly focused on the man’s face, Steve had taken the time to add his military uniform, hat included. But none of this caught her attention quite like the man’s eyes had. They were eyes of patience and love, a look she was often given by Steve. Perhaps that’s where he had gotten it. 

“He’s beautiful.” She mumbled softly, meeting Steve’s uncertain gaze. The identity of the man went unspoken between them but Y/n knew who it was just by the care Steve had taken in creating the drawing. 

“You can keep it if you want.” Steve offered once she had handed him back the sketchbook. She began to shake her head, trying to reason it meant more to him than to her but Steve had already pulled out the page handing it to her. She wasn’t sure if it was her need to respect such a good hearted gesture or her fascination with the piece but she took it, holding it gingerly in her hands. 

“I know why you came.” Steve said suddenly, making her lift her head to peer up at him. “You want to know what Nat and I were talking about. I was just worried-" 

"That keeping me around was a mistake." 

Steve’s expression morphed into shock and he instantly shook his head at her assumption. Allowing him to take her hand in his, she felt a bit shameful for how hurt he was by what she had said. The falseness of the statement her mind had convinced her to believe was now obvious and she wished she could take it back. 

"No. Never. I want you here because I sincerely believe you can help us. You can help me.” Y/n sighed, her eyes landing on their outstretched legs. She let him idly circle his thumb along the back of her hand, trying to fight the urge to argue. 

“I want to help, Steve. I just don’t know how. I know you don’t have to have powers to be a hero but still…” She trailed off. “This is your thing, Steve. Not mine." 

A frown tugged at his lips and his lashes brushed his skin briefly as his eyes fell on his lap. He knew it was unfair to her to bring her into this and it certainly wasn’t okay to keep her against her will but he needed her. 

"I know. And I’m sorry. Just-” He cut himself off, shifting on the bed to face her better. She watched with an unsure gaze as he took both of her hands. “Ever since I could remember I’ve done what I thought was right and for a while it worked. But the past few years, I’ve ruined so much." 

His voice was hushed and Y/n could see how troubled he was by his furrowed brow and clouded eyes. His eyes were trained on their intertwined hands, only looking away when Y/n’s sleeve bunched halfway up her forearm. Her countdown sent a buzz across his skin but strangely he was filled with ease. 

"Things have gotten too hard. Being Captain America isn’t white and black anymore and when we lost, I didn’t see a point. But then I met you and things were easy again. I didn’t have to be Captain America, I could just be Steve.” He confessed. 

He felt guilty, not that his words weren’t true. If anything, this was the most honest he had been with her. But the guilt that seeped into his heart came from Bucky. He knew the way he felt around he must’ve been from her other half. 

The similarities between her and Bucky must’ve triggered something in him and he felt the most like himself around her. Like he had with Buck. He wasn’t crazy for feeling that way right? 

“I don’t know if that even makes sense but I need you here. I need to be Steve.” He dared to take a glimpse at her, fearing she might condemn him. Instead a warm smile graced her features, patient and kind like Bucky always was. 

“Alright, fine. I’ll stay. But only because you’re so damn good at pulling my heartstrings.” She giggled, her heart bursting with joy when his frown disappeared in favor of a smile. “I’m gonna go get some stuff from the apartment then you have my wholehearted assistance.”

She carefully tucked the picture into her pocket before climbing off the bed, standing next to it as Steve swung his legs over the edge. “Do you want me to go with you?” He offered. She shook her head, pulling her hair up and tying it. 

“Nah, I’ll be ok. What, you scared I’ll run away?” She joked. Steve chuckled as she walked over to the door running her fingers along the wall before pausing. He watched her small frame hesitate before shooting a short glance back at him. “Hey, uh- just…don’t do anything stupid till I get back.” She pleaded, earnest concern in her tone as he pushed off the bed. 

A soft smirk came to his face and he lifted a shoulder in a lazy shrug. “How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” He replied instantly, not giving it too much thought. Y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes and letting her fingers wrap around the doorframe as she stepped out into the hall. 

“Grandpa’s got jokes now.” She disappeared down the hall, leaving him standing silently in the now empty room. He wasn’t crazy. 


When she got back to the apartment she packed a bag of essentials for herself, making sure to stop by Steve’s room and pack a few extra clothes in case he needed them. Speaking of the man she scoffed looking at the full sink. 

“Steven Rogers, I swear.” A long sigh filled the quiet apartment as she sent about washing the dishes he’d promised to take care of. While she was at it she took care of a few other chores since she wasn’t sure when she would be back again. 

There wasn’t much to be abandoned at the apartment other than a few plants but they’d been dead for a couple days at that point. She never had been one to have a green thumb but Steve claimed having them around gave the apartment some life. 


The walk back to the compound was peaceful even in the constant gloom of the city. Knowing there was a shift in the atmosphere filled her with a new type of feeling, one she hadn’t experienced in a really long time.  

There had been people on the street, going about their business. Everything was dulled compared to life before the snap but she hadn’t noticed until she knew there was something to be done. How many times she had gone about her life while something was happening behind the scenes that she had been so painfully oblivious to? Perhaps that was why the Sokovia Accords had been created in the first place. 

There were so many close calls the Avengers prevented that the public didn’t even know about until it was on the news. Though she didn’t agree with the Accords she understood the government’s wish to be more aware and even in control. 

Once reaching the compound, Nat let her in through the gate and Y/n began her trek to the building. Tugging her hair free of the hair tie, it fell loose and messy hair around her face and she cringed at the grease starting to build on her scalp. Moving through the halls of the compound, she let herself really explore. 

Despite years of friendship she hadn’t really been at the compound for longer than a few hours at a time, most of the visit being spent in the training room with Nat. Steve explained he wanted to keep his friendship with her separate from his life as an Avenger and while she respected that, it took her a while before she believed it wasn’t because he was ashamed of her. 

She hoped there’d be a shower somewhere on the large complex. But before she could ask anyone, her silent venture was cut off by the sounds of very frantic voices coming from a door to her left. Hesitantly she stepped through, finding herself in a large open space with a very odd scene. 

The horrid van had been brought in and the back glowed while what looked like a portal swirled inside it. A baby she assumed to be Scott stood on wobbly feet in a crudely made suit as everyone turned to her with alarmed expressions. Y/n dropped her bag and rushed forward, pushing Bruce aside as she pointed for Nat. 

“When I say kill the reactor, kill it!” She demanded, adjusting the calculations on the panel as Nat rapidly walked over to the reactor. 

“Kill it!” Y/n called. Nat’s frantic hands quickly pulled down the knob, turning off the reactor before looking back over to the van. Scott had returned to his position and normal age, his face contorted in shock and confusion. 

“Somebody peed my pants.” Scott proclaimed making Nat sigh, walking over to them. Y/n let go of her own sigh of relief, stepping away from the control panel. Bruce looked over the work she’d done, his eyes widening for a split second before returning to Scott. 

“God, I leave you guys alone for one hour! I told you not to do anything!” She cried, sending an aggravated look at Steve. He cowered under her detested glare, bringing his hand to the back of his neck. 

“But I don’t know if it was 'baby’ me or 'old’ me…or just 'me’ me.” Scott elaborated, earning an annoyed stare from Y/n. However Bruce did not share her agitation, holding up his hands dramatically. 

“Time travel!” He announced, a proud grin on his face as he looked to the others for the same enthusiasm. Steve refused to reply instead shaking his head and stalking off toward the exit while Y/n tried to calm her racing heart. She made them promise to wait for her. She knew something like this would happen. 

“Time travel!” He announced, a proud grin on his face as he looked to the others for the same enthusiasm. Steve refused to reply instead shaking his head and stalking off toward the exit while Y/n tried to calm her racing heart. She made them promise to wait for her. She knew something like this would happen. 

“What? I..I see this as an absolute win!” Bruce called after Steve. Nat and Y/n looked at one another before moving to check on Scott. He was fine other than some wet pants and suit which Y/n painfully took knowing they’d need the suit for another test run, one she knew she’d be leading. 

“Here, Bruce.” Y/n tossed him the suit. He caught it with a scrunched nose, holding it at arm’s length with a disgusted expression. 

“That’s what you get for not waiting.”

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Surprised? I Think Not.

Pairings: Avengers x OC, (Platonic) Nick Fury x OC, Clint Barton x Daughter!OC.

Summary: After three of years of no Avengers to protect the Earth, Fury thinks it’s time to add or form another team of superheroes to protect the planet they live in. But he also thinks it’s time to unravel the secrets he’s been keeping after all this years.

Warnings: I think the only thing needed to warn you about is my bad writing.

AN: This takes place after the Endgame. Also in this story, Clint doesn’t have a wife. And this is not requested because I’m new here and I think no one really knows who I am.


Originally posted by july-rck

Three years was all it took for Fury to have the courage to call a meeting for the Avengers, three years for the team to see each other since Natasha and Tony’s funeral. And now they’re here, surrounding a round table with Fury in front. Some were standing like T'Challa, Sam, Strange and Wong. While the others were sitting like Clint, Pepper and Azelia.

This meeting will be the first and the last time they will be complete so it was essential for someone, let’s say a relative agent to take a dead Avenger’s place, just like Azelia taking her mother’s place, which was Natasha and Pepper taking Tony’s place while Bucky took Steve’s.

The meeting was scheduled to start minutes ago but Fury was waiting for someone to take his prized agent’s place, Aurelia Carbonell.


Fury watched a little girl running around Howard Stark’s office with a smile.

“Now Relia don’t trip on anything.” Howard told the child.

The girl giggled and replied, “Don’t worry Uncle Howie! I won’t break anything! I know how much your work means to you and Tones.”

Howard nodded to the little girl and continued to talk to Fury about the new weapons he was making for the Agents. But Fury didn’t pay attention to the man and continued to look at the girl who stopped running when Tony Stark, Howard and Maria’s son, went inside the room.

Howard stood up when he saw his son enter and left saying that the conversation between him and Fury would be continued later. When Howard left with Tony the girl started running again.

Only when the girl tripped did Fury stand up and helped the poor girl, who in Fury’s surprise didn’t even cry.

“Are you alright?” Fury helped the girl sit.

“Yeah! Uncle Howie always told me that if I wanted to be an Agent here at SHIELD I shouldn’t cry over some silly bruise!” The girl smiled up at him.

“So you want to work here huh?” Fury took a seat beside the little girl.

The girl nodded and examined the man next to her.

“So.. What’s your name?” The girl asked Fury.

“Nicholas Fury, but everyone calls me Nick,” Fury answered the girl, “but what’s your name and how old are you?”

“Aurelia. My name is Aurelia Colline Carbonell! And I’m 10!” The girl stuck her hand out to shake the man’s hand.

Fury shook Aurelia’s hand and then he knew that he would do anything to protect this girl’s innocence from now on.


Pepper noticed Fury’s gaze at the empty chair so she decided to raise her hand and offer to take Aurelia’s place just like she took Tony’s. After all she was family.

“Maybe I should take-”

“That’s not quite necessary Mrs. Stark.” Phil Coulson entered and cut off the blonde’s offer.

“Fury.” Phil nodded at Fury who returned his gesture.

“So is she with you?” Everyone’s head snapped up at the Director’s question.

Coulson stepped aside and nudged a girl forward. Now everyone is looking at the girl with confusion.

“Ah, Agent Collins didn’t think you would make it.” Clio smiled at Fury’s greeting and replied, “Clio, it’s Clio, Director Fury.” She corrected him while walking towards her mother’s seat.

“Hi Pep.” Clio greeted her Aunt with a smile.

“Hey kiddo, I didn’t think you would make it.” Pepper smiled and greeted her.

“Yeah well Uncle Phil thought that maybe this isn’t the right time to introduce me to everybody.” Clio smiled at her Aunt.

“Hey Lio!” A voice next to Clio disrupted the Aunt and Niece conversation.

Clio rolled her eyes at the ridiculous nickname and replied, “Well hello dear Lia Romanoff.” She sickeningly smiled at the girl.

“Oh puh-lease! You just miss me!” Lia ruffled Clio’s neat braids, who in return smacked her hands away with a pout.

“Don’t touch my hair!” She crossed her arms.

Clio noticed the stares that she was getting so she decided to clear her throat.

“So, let’s start the meeting. Shall we?” Clio raised her eyebrow at Fury.

Fury shook his head with a smile and started the meeting. At the middle of the meeting Clio couldn’t stand the stares she was getting so she stood up.

“Okay! I know exactly why you’re all staring at me but please! I can’t stand another pair of eyes looking at me like I’m going to catch on fire or something!” Clio’s eyes were ablazed with annoyance.

Fury, who was obviously familiar with the girl’s melt downs, introduced the girl to everyone inside the room.

“Everyone, this is Clio Aquila Carbonell-Barton. Aurelia and Barton’s daughter.” Fury pointed to Clio.

“Now can we continue the meeting?” Fury asked and was answered with silence.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Fury started to talk, not even caring if anyone was listening to him.

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[Social Media AU]

You and Bucky met when you guys were kids. Everyone that didn’t know you thought that you were both dating, everyone that knew you thought that you both should be dating each other. “We’re just friends” “Yeah, We’re just friends” were what you both will say when others ask if you’re dating. But are you both really “just friends”?

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[note: sorry if this chapter is bad, i got stuck halfway but I tried my best ): ]

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Bucky Barnes x Reader - Post Endgame Series.

Warnings: Angst. Smoking. Fluff. Adult Themes.

Summary: After the final battle, everyone is back. So is your lover Bucky. But after five years your life has changed and there’s someone new for you. And you’ve lost things you cannot replace when Bucky was gone. Now, you only wish for once in your life you’d be certain about your feelings.

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chapter one - we. 

chapter two - the talk.

chapter three - the dinner.

chapter four - the fire.

chapter five - the truth.

chapter six - 

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Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Smoking. Fluff. Adult Themes.

Chapter Word Count: 3998

Summary: After the final battle, everyone is back. So is your lover Bucky. But after five years your life has changed and there’s someone new for you. And you’ve lost things you cannot replace when Bucky was gone. Now, you only wish for once in your life you’d be certain about your feelings.

A/N Note:If anyone’s waiting, sorry for it took so long.

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“The Truth”

You were still shivering when Bucky held you in his arms. There was a fucking fire right in front of you but all you could feel was cold. You couldn’t stop the voice repeating in your head.

David is in there.

And he is still not gotten out.

When you woke up because of the smoke you barely saw what’s in front of you. It was so hot. You immediately start coughing. It took you a few moments to figure out what is going on. And when you realized you just screamed his name. But you couldn’t even hear your own voice because of the ringing in your ears. You stood up but got dizzy so fast you almost fell back into the couch. Your stomach turned upside down. You heard the sirens but all you could feel was panic.

Pure fear.

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Recently I have been thinking a lot about Bucky and his Winter Soldier persona, and decided to share them with everyone!.

(My thoughts relate to the new Disney + Series (That will be released in fall 2020/ Spring time Australia!) Falcone and the Winter Soldier. Set post Avengers: Endgame.)

Little back story

As we all know, Bucky Barnes was captured and tortured by Hydra for nearly 70 years. He switches into Winter soldier mode following the trigger words of: "Longing,“ "rusted,” “furnace,” “daybreak,” “seventeen,” “benign,” “nine,” “homecoming,” “one,” and “freight car”. (for more details regarding the trigger words, use trusty old Google :p )Once all nine trigger  words have been said, Bucky switches into the Winter Soldier. He then follows the commands of the commander (if that’s what you’ll call them), to do anything. 

My thoughts exactly

To my thoughts!. As seen during the end credt scene from Captain America Civil War, Bucky is frozen yet again, in hopes for whatever was  within his brain, Black Panther would be able to figure out how to dissipate it. We see his return in Avengers: Infinitywar and Avengers: Endgame, in what seems to be a stable state. “Semi Stable 100 year old man”-Bucky Barnes. 

My thoughts are that, during Falcone and The Winter Soldier, Bucky still tries to find ways to get rid of whatever Hydra did to him…completely. However i feel like he wont be able to get rid of the fuzz within his brain (yes i’m calling it fuzz because i don’t know what else to call it XD) completely, but get rid of it to an extent where its harder for the trigger words to trigger his Winter Soldier Persona. I believe that he may not be able to make the fuzz dissapear completely because he was tortured for so many years, and injected with the stuff over and over again; that it will take either years…or decades to completely  wipe out of existance. However i do hope the best for the smol innocent puppy! He deserves so much better D;

So those are  my thoughts. I don’t really know haha. I really hope Bucky is able to live a semi-normal life following the end of Avengers: Endgame, and i hope that what ever is within his mind, dissipates. He deserves all the love he can get 😢💕🥺

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Bucky sits bolt upright in bed, breathing hard and shaking as the blanket falls off of his chest. Steve sits up not a moment later, he never really fell asleep during the night after Bucky started having his nightmares, or at least after he learned of the nightmares. He lets him catch his breath and come to his senses. After a few minutes, Steve slowly puts his arm around Bucky’s shoulders. Bucky shivers at the contact and moves away. Soon he realizes Steve was trying to help, and welcomes the comfort and familiarity of his arms.

Trying to coax a little talk out of him, Steve asks, “What was it this time Buck?”

A minute passes while Bucky contemplates telling him or not as tears glisten in his eyes.

“Train,” he mutters quietly back, not wanting to talk about his feelings like Steve did.

Even though it was a one word explanation, Steve knows exactly what he dreamt, that moment still haunts both of them. That moment when Bucky fell from the train while he screamed and fell towards his death. As he plummeted towards the ground, Steve looked into Bucky’s eyes and all he saw was fear, fear of death and fear of being without Steve, Bucky’s face as he fell was still etched into his memory.

“It’s all ok now, think about who you are now, not who you were. You have me here, and I won’t let anything happen to you.”

A few more minutes passes before Bucky finally lays back down in bed and pulls the blanket up. Steve lays next to him with his arm still around Bucky. Steve feels the coolness of Bucky’s arm on his chest as he snuggles in closer, shaking under the covers.

Soon, Bucky’s soft snores fill the air as he drifts off to sleep. Steve knows that now he can fall asleep because Bucky only has one nightmare per night, usually. A few minutes later they are both asleep.

Around 2 in the morning, it was Steve who sits up this time, he hasn’t had a nightmare, but he has a feeling Bucky had. As he turns his gaze over to Bucky’s side of the bed, he notices it is empty. Then he realizes he hears noise coming from outside the bedroom, slowly he gets up and creeps towards the door, ready to attack in case it is an intruder. As he turns the doorknob and opens the door, the TV illuminates the room and he sees that it is Bucky watching Animal Planet.

Still standing in the doorway, Steve knocks on the door so as not to startle Bucky when he walks to the couch. Steve’s feet pad softly against the carpet as he walks over and sees a pile of tissues and a massive blanket wrapped around Bucky. He lifts his head out of his wall of blankets and looks at Steve for a few seconds, then he starts to cry again as he turns back to mindlessly watch the TV.

Steve knows what nightmare Bucky has had, only one of them has this deep of an impact. He had dreamt of all the pain and torture and brainwashing. The long nights of him screaming for Steve, his throat raw and his whole body and mind in terrible constant pain from the decades of torture. Steve didn’t know the exact details of it, Bucky had never been one to share his experiences, especially when they were so painful. But Steve knows enough to know that Bucky needed someone with him.

As Steve approaches the couch, Bucky slowly unwraps his blanket so Steve can join him. Immediately after Steve sits down, Bucky leans on him and collapses in his arms. Steve doesn’t say a word, instead he just hugs Bucky tighter and comforts him with a sense of warmth and familiarity.

After a few minutes, Bucky finally sits up a little, still leaning on Steve mostly, and looks into his eyes and sees love and concern.

“I can’t let you go again,” Bucky finally says as he clutches Steve.

“You won’t have to,” Steve replies. “You won’t have to.”

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In Another Life

Bucky Barnes x reader ° part two

Summary: Waiting 88 years to find your soulmate? It was cruel. But it was a cruel fate Bucky would have to face whether he accepted it or not. Bucky was a tortured man all his life and he wasn’t even granted the solace of having his soulmate at his side. All he had was the promise of one in another life.

They were separated by two different times.

But the pain in their lives were connected. Y/n had been alone ever since she could remember. All she could depend on was the soulmate that was destined to be at her side. Yet when the snap occured she lost him.

And Bucky never got to meet her.


When the snap happened, Y/n realized she truly had been alone compared to most around her. She had no family that could’ve been taken, hers having died when she was just an early teen. She only had a few friends but none she had deep connections with. Of course the disappearance of these people hurt but not as much as it pained the grieving families or abandoned children she encountered. 

It was a horrific sight that day on a fairly busy street in New York. People turned to dust and fell into piles on the concrete next to family or friends. Even people who were complete strangers to those who vanished shed some tears from the trauma of such a scene. 

For weeks people were either in mourning or disbelief but Y/n found herself with a horrible mixture of the two. Because once rushing home, shaking and unsure if she would be next, she realized something that broke her. The one person she had been destined to be linked to had become an unfortunate victim to this mass genocide. She wanted to cry out or fall into a depression at the loss of her soulmate, the only person she believed she could trust to be with her always. 

Everyone had left her and she naively believed her soulmate wouldn’t. Yet he was gone and she was truly alone. And as much as that hurt her, she couldn’t shake the shock that trembled through her as she stared at the new numbers on her left wrist. 

32332 days, 1 hour, 6 minutes and 23 seconds. 

Surely that wasn’t right. 

Fortunately she didn’t have much time to think about it as the world descended into ruin.

She had come to learn that the Avengers, a group she had known from her teenage years, had some involvement in the disaster caused by a man named Thanos. A majority of the world had grown to hate the survivors of the once idolized team of superheroes, finding it easier to hate them since Thanos was nowhere to be found. But instead of hating them, Y/n sympathized with them, something she was called an idiot for. She understood it wasn’t fair for them to have to win every battle when there were just some fights that were just too much.  

Governments all over the world fell into chaos along with the economy. People were too numb at the loss of half the world to really do anything about it and while things were hard for everyone it strangely brought people together. Y/n supposed a mass tragedy such as that seemed to bring out a more compassionate side in people and she witnessed this first hand in her therapy sessions. 

Before the snap she had been studying a variety of subjects, almost all of them circulating around science and technology. Quantum Physics had been a big interest of hers before suddenly deciding to go in another direction after sitting in on a psychology lecture and taking a liking to the class. She liked it so much that after a few years of jumping from major to major she finally settled earning a degree in psychology and working as a therapist. 

Unfortunately she wasn’t able to continue on to becoming a psychiatrist as she had hoped. While she had been in school to do just that, she realized it would no longer be an option due to the events of 2018. But that didn’t stop her from opening her door and helping the families who had lost so much. 

She easily saw two dozen or more people a day in the first few months of the snap. They varied between all different types of people, some being the remainder of a family or those who had lost close friends. Even those who had been scarred by the dusting itself came to her, unable to get the disturbing event out of their heads. 

Quite a few of her sessions were people coming to share their own lost soulmate. Most had already met theirs and had either been dating or married but there were a few like her who had never met theirs. Those sessions were the most difficult since she herself couldn’t understand how someone that was supposed to be so important to her could be taken before she could even find out how important he was. 

Sure it was heard of for people to die before meeting their soulmate but it wasn’t as common as one might think. Fate had a way with time but the snap had seemed to catch it by surprise as well. 

She did the best to explain that just because they were soulmates with someone, it didn’t mean they were half a person. A soulmate was important but not a necessity and many people lived without having them in their lives. But there was nothing she could really say to soothe them. Especially when she herself was so different to them. 

She had seen a few countdowns of those who had lost their mates and while they varied none quite matched hers. She had come to realize, countdowns of those who had lost their soulmate before meeting them had frozen while those who had lost theirs after meeting them disappeared all together. In that way she counted herself lucky. Staring at the frozen numbers would’ve hurt everyday but having no countdown at all would’ve killed her. 

Yet it still didn’t explain her unusual countdown. Once calculating the number of years represented on her wrist she realized it was practically a lifetime away. Maybe it was a countdown for her next life? Y/n entertained the idea for a moment but disregarded it the next, feeling rather silly for believing it. There was no way the countdown on her arm was proof of the afterlife but she found herself still lacking an explanation. 

Her sessions went on for months before she started holding them outside her apartment at places like abandoned schools or coffee shops for group sessions. It was actually a coffee shop she once frequented where she had met the famous Captain America. She was hesitant, unsure whether his presence would stir up anger and retaliation within the other attendees but after a few minutes of talking to him, she realized he needed guidance every bit as much as they did. 

The session went better than she had anticipated and he came to every session after that. It was strange to lead a discussion with a man who once led the Avengers but she grew used to it and they even formed a friendship. He became the closest friend she’d ever had and he was also to thank for her bond with some of the others such as Natasha and Rhodey. He changed her life significantly and she knew she had changed his too. 


“So I, uh…went on a date the other day. It’s the first time in five years, you know? I’m sitting there at dinner…I didn’t even know what to talk about.” A frequent attendee named Joe had announced. Y/n turned her gaze to him, nodding understandingly. 

“What did you talk about?” She questioned. He sighed as the others listened intently, feeling the same uncertainty toward moving on that he did. 

“Same old crap, you know? How things have changed, and…my job, his job…how much we miss the Mets. And then things got quiet…he cried as they were serving the salads.” Joe explained. Y/n folded her hands, sharing a look with Steve. He nodded sitting forward and looking at Joe with a comforting expression. 

“What about you?” Steve asked gently. Joe chewed his lip unconsciously and his eyes turned upwards as he thought about it. 

“I cried…just before dessert. But I’m seeing him again tomorrow, so…” He told the group. Y/n nodded approvingly, folding her hands in her lap as she allowed Steve to handle the response. 

“That’s great. You did the hardest part. You took the jump, you didn’t know where you were gonna come down. And that’s it. That’s those little brave baby steps we gotta take. To try and become whole again, try and find purpose. I went into the ice in ‘45 right after I met my soulmate. Woke up 70 years later. You gotta move on. Gotta move on. The world is in our hands. It’s left to us guys, and we got to do something with it. Otherwise…Thanos should have killed all of us.” Steve rambled trying to inspire them using the same speeches he would’ve used on his team. 

The group fell into silence, a few letting tears escape as they contemplated his words. They knew he was right but moving on from the death of half the world was hard, especially when the world had changed so much in their absence. It was like an ever present shroud of emptiness that covered the world and nothing felt right anymore. 

Y/n slowly stood, taking a deep breath before turning to the group. “I think we’ll conclude the session there. I’m proud of your progression so far. Keep moving on. I look forward to seeing you all next week.” She said softly. The others got up, numbly moving to leave as Steve came to stand with Y/n. 

“That was heavy.” Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair. Y/n nodded thinking back to what he had said about his soulmate. Why hadn’t he mentioned it before? 

“What you said about your soulmate. Was it true?” Y/n asked carefully. He nodded, looking away uncomfortably and Y/n regretted asking. Soulmates were a topic they subconsciously ignored for both of their sakes but Steve had finally felt strong enough to speak about his. 

“Yeah. It was. Her name was Peggy.” He spoke, his eyes distant as he thought of her. Unlike others, he had lost her long before the snap but sometimes he wished he hadn’t. Instead he had to slowly lose her to her own mind and for the second time in his life, someone so close to him had forgotten who he was. 

“I’m sorry. That must’ve been difficult.” She spoke, offering her condolences. He nodded, not sure what to say as he looked around at the empty room. Y/n’s gaze fell to the floor as she was reminded of her own soulmate. She tried not to think about him much but when she did she couldn’t help but feel like she knew certain things about him. 

A gut feeling similar to instinct that told her silly things like that for a fact his eyes were blue. She had no idea how she had come to this conclusion but trying to imagine him with any other color felt wrong so she stuck with it. Now whenever she thought of her soulmate she imagined the most compassionate blue eyes she could envision. 

“I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned your soulmate.” Steve wondered aloud and she rubbed her arm at the mention of it. “Did you lose them too?” He questioned gently, knowing what a sensitive subject it could be. 

“Yes. I lost him to the snap but I never really met him, so I guess I was lucky.” She offered a pained smile, grabbing her messenger bag. Steve followed her as they made their way out of the shop and onto the street. It was a gloomy day and the streets were desolate as they began down the sidewalk. 

“Don’t you wish you’d known him?” Steve asked, stunned by her statement. No one was lucky for losing their soulmate, especially someone who never had the chance to meet them. The idea made him think of Bucky and he knew how much it had hurt his friend. He wished Y/n hadn’t had to feel the same pain. 

“Well, of course I do. But for years I’ve helped people move on from the loss of their soulmate and I’ve found that ones that actually knew them suffered the most. I know-” Her voice trembled slightly and she bit her lip to keep it from quivering as she continued. “I know that if I had even just known his name, recovering would be impossible and I couldn’t do that to the people I help. I couldn’t do that to myself.” She gave a forced sigh, shaking her head at how worked up she had gotten. 

Now that her soulmate was gone it was practically impossible to find him but that wasn’t what hurt her so. It was the idea that if she had found him, she would’ve wanted to die with him. 

Steve was silent, debating his next words carefully as he stared at her. He wanted to pull her into his arms like he had many times before and let his actions comfort her rather than his words. But he knew that wouldn’t get her to open up about her soulmate. 

She’d taught him that burying feelings was the worst thing you could do and while he was guilty of it, he refused to let Y/n follow in his footsteps. He hesitantly outstretched his wrist, watching as her fragile gaze fell upon it. There was his mark yet the numbers weren’t there. It was a disheartening sight and Y/n tenderly reached out, tracing the empty shape where the countdown had once been. 

“Oh, Steve.” Her voice was soft, afraid he might break if she said the wrong thing. Y/n was touched by the gesture of trust between them but the warm feeling was quickly overwhelmed by her guilt for having rejected the idea of knowing her soulmate. 

His eyes were solemn and the beginning of tears shined in what little light the sun provided. She bit her lip wishing she could take back what she said. It was selfish to say what she had when Steve had missed 70 years of the time he was supposed to have with Peggy. 

Unsure what else to do to make up for it, she showed him her countdown, something she’d kept hidden from him for years now. She couldn’t bring herself to study his expression. Whenever she showed people her countdown she tended to get a variety of questions so for years she’d been covering it. 

Hopefully she could return his trust through this. But if she had kept her eyes on his face she would’ve noticed the glimmer of recognition in his eye as he grabbed her wrist. 

“Has it always been like this?” He asked, his tone more stern than the curious questions she usually got about it. Her brow furrowed and she shook her head, pulling her arm away and tugging the sleeve back down. 

“No, just since the snap. I don’t know, many people’s countdowns got messed up by it. Why? Have you seen something like this before?” She asked him, her voice hopeful. If anyone might’ve had knowledge of a countdown from 90 years ago it was likely the 105 year old man before her. She felt foolish for not asking before. 

He couldn’t speak feeling a sense of deja vu as he stared at the familiar numbers. It wasn’t possible, right? What were the chances that he would meet his best friend’s soulmate after all these years? And why had fate been so cruel to Bucky by taking him before he could too? 

Steve looked back at Y/n’s anticipative stare, hesitant to reply. Her words echoed in his head and he wondered if telling her was really the right thing to do. He had already ruined so much by doing what he believed was right and he couldn’t bare to lose another one of his closest friends because of it. Like she had said, making her suffer with the knowledge of who her soulmate was would be unfair and he couldn’t bring himself to do it. 

“Once, a very long time ago.” He answered, finally. Y/n’s face dropped and she let out a small, disappointed 'oh’ before continuing down the street. 

Steve had yet again made a difficult decision in order to protect those he cared about and yet he felt no better. Was he really protecting her? Was there really any right choice? Either way she got hurt and he felt terrible for it. And it got even worse when he thought of what Bucky would have wanted. 

Dread washed over him and he felt as if he had betrayed his friend’s memory by not telling Y/n. Sure he had spoken of Bucky before but never in detail, still too sore from the loss. Y/n listened to whatever he told her, something he loved about her, but he wasn’t sure if she really remembered much about Bucky. 

“Come on, I gotta stop by the compound.” Steve told her, dragging their attention away from soulmates. Y/n’s smile returned and she followed the change of route heading away from her apartment. She often joked it was their apartment by how often he crashed there. While some of his stuff was still at the compound, he’d sort of moved into her guest room just to get away from things.  

Y/n didn’t mind having him as a roommate especially since they’d been friends for a while by then. She knew she provided him a way to escape from the Avengers and the constant guilt that clouded over him and she was okay with that. 

“Great. I’ve been missing Nat. How is she?” Y/n asked. Steve shrugged, making his way across the empty street toward the compound. 

“About as well as the last time you saw her. She’s really been struggling.” He explained, his heart aching for their friend. Y/n frowned, wishing she could do more to help her guilt ridden friend.  

“Has she been trying the exercises I taught her?” Y/n questioned. Steve let out a short laugh shaking his head. 

“Y'know she told me to ask you the same thing.” He said referring to the hand to hand combat Nat had been teaching her. Y/n playfully groaned, knowing Nat had not tried the exercises while Y/n on the other hand made an effort to. 

It was strange since Y/n had always classified herself as more of a nerd ever since highschool but for Nat she tried training. At first she’d seen it as a way to get Nat to open up but after a while training came easier to her and she really enjoyed her time with Nat even as training got harder. 

“I have been actually. She’s been teaching me for almost a couple years now and she’s finally teaching me some more advanced techniques. I think I’m relatively decent.” Y/n shrugged. He smiled, nudging her with his elbow to which she sent him a glare. 

“Guess I’ll have to test that, huh?” He teased. Y/n smirked, crossing her arms confidently. While she was no Captain America, she had been trained by Black Widow herself so that had to stand for something right? 

“Careful, punk.” She countered, letting out a giggle as she punched his shoulder. He paused for a moment, her comment rattling through him as though she had shouted it. 

He knew soulmates were connected by more than their countdowns but exactly how far did their connection go? 

Of course there were similarities between her and his oldest friend but nothing so painstakingly obvious. Maybe he just hadn’t noticed them until he saw her countdown. Was their friendship because of that or was it just a coincidence? Steve’s mind buzzed with the idea of fate and how everything was planned. It was a complicated thought. 

“He really should pick his battles better huh?” A familiar voice chided from behind him. Steve spun around, his eyes widening as they fell upon his friend wearing his signature smirk along with his uniform. 

“Yeah, he’s gonna get himself into trouble one day.” Y/n agreed watching with loving eyes as Bucky moved around Steve coming to stand at her side. His arm slipped around her waist and Steve noticed a dated dress had replaced her usual jeans and sweater. He watched appalled as she smiled up at Bucky allowing him to peck her lips.  

“Steve, you ok?” Y/n’s worried tone cut into his daze. She had returned to the version of herself he remembered and she stared at him, troubled by his silence. He looked back at her noticing the remarkably concerned expression she wore at how lost he appeared. 

“Yeah. Just uh, thinking.” He explained vaguely, knowing it wasn’t technically a lie. He pushed forward, cursing himself for his vivid imagination as Y/n stepped into pace beside him. 

“Y'know my friend used to call me that.” He told her referring to her previous statement. The words left a stinging pain in his chest but he didn’t care. He missed Bucky and everyone else they had lost that day but never talking about them wouldn’t help any.   

“Well, you are a punk.” She shrugged playfully. He shook his head, shooting her a look to which she laughed. “Have I met this friend?” She asked. Steve exhaled sharply at the irony in her question, quickly shaking his head. 

“No. He was a friend from another life.” Steve sighed. Y/n’s mood shifted to match his own, a solemn feeling weighing down on the air around them. 

“What was his name?” Y/n asked curiously. Steve hesitated before answering, his uncertain eyes trailing over to Y/n for a split second.  

“James Buchanan Barnes. I always called him Bucky, ever since we were kids.” Steve explained. Y/n’s breath hitched at the name and she had to focus on keeping her legs moving as Steve’s words rang through her head. 

An overwhelming feeling of familiarity flushed through her pink cheeks. Steve didn’t seem to notice as she chewed her lip, shaking away the feeling. She’d probably picked up the name from Steve. Perfectly normal. 

“Bucky. I feel like I’ve heard that name before.” She said slowly, as if trying to recollect a forgotten memory. His own breath grew unsteady and his hand lifted to the back of his neck, rubbing it nervously. 

“Uh, I mentioned him during one of our sessions. That must’ve been where you heard it.” Steve covered his panic. She nodded, her brow furrowing as she remembered the conversation. 

“Yes. He was the Winter Soldier, right? He died because of the snap.” She recalled and he nodded quickly. They continued down the street in a comfortable silence before Steve got the nerve to speak again. 

“He would’ve liked you. Especially since you make fun of me so much in his absence.” Steve chuckled. Y/n tilted her head with a short lift of her shoulders. 

“Well, you give me so much material, Steve. Like that one time you told me to watch my language. I’ll never let that one go.” She giggled. A twinge of sadness came from her statement, remembering when he had let the same comment slip in front of the Avengers. Their teasing was relentlessness. 

“It was an accident. Not my fault you have such a potty mouth.” He tried defending but it only made her laughter swell into a joyous giggle. 

“Alright, Grandpa. Only PG words will pass these beautiful lips from not on. Ok, maybe PG-13.” She mumbled realizing PG was a stretch. Steve nodded, only somewhat understanding what she was saying. 

“You have no idea what PG means do you?” She called him out, taking his silence for what it was. His eyes widened slightly at the accusation, letting out a scoff. 

“Of course I do.” He replied, running a hand through his hair as he looked anywhere but her. She narrowed her eyes waiting a few moments before leaning over to him. 

“Parental Guidance.” She told him. He kept a serious face trying to play it off like he knew that but ended up caving. 

“Yeah, alright.” He grumbled. Y/n smiled, “I must be crazy for voluntarily being around you.” Steve teased. She laughed, mocking hurt feelings with a hand over her chest. 

“Wow, that hurt. You’re lucky I let you hang around. Besides, you love me so shut up.” Y/n grinned. Steve looked down at her unable to hide the smile on his face as he nodded. 

“Yeah.” He mumbled. She had been his closest friend since the snap and he knew there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do for her. She made him feel comfortable in his own skin without feeling guilty for living when so many others hadn’t. He felt at home strangely and now that he was aware of her connection to Bucky he understood why. 

They continued making small talk until they arrived at the compound. Nat let them in and as soon as Y/n walked in she knew Nat wasn’t doing well. Tears streaked her cheeks and her eyes just looked so tired. 

But once seeing Y/n she made an effort to wipe her tears and force a smile. Y/n came to her side, careful not to switch into her therapist mindset because she knew that Nat really needed a friend at that moment. 

The three talked and Y/n did the best she could to convince them that they needed to move on too. The rest of the world was trying but the poor Avengers who felt they were at fault couldn’t seem to make any progress in their lives. Y/n was sure Nat didn’t even have a life outside of the compound despite Y/n’s efforts. 

However before she could attempt again at persuading Nat into going to one of their sessions, a security alarm for the gates went off and Nat absentmindedly swiped at the air, answering it. 

“Oh! Hi. Hi! Is anyone home? This is Scott Lang. We met a few years ago, at the airport? In Germany? I got really big, and I had my mask on. You wouldn’t recognize me.” A strange man spoke to the camera. A crappy van was parked behind him and while Y/n had no clue who the man was, Nat and Steve seemed to recognize him. 

“Is this an old message?” Steve questioned, standing up with a hard expression. Nat’s face was a mixture of shock and confusion as she climbed to her feet as well. 

“It’s the front gate." 

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