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[just-dreaming-marvel]

Tomorrow ~ Part 3

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 3,200ish

Summary: Steve and the others are running out of time to save you. Will they get to you in time?

Warnings: extreme angst, blood, torture, character death

Notes: jk… it’s going to be 4 parts instead of 3…

< previous part

“Just get out! OUT!”

Sam ran out of the conference room, joining Bucky and Natasha who were watching from outside.

“Stark isn’t messing around,” Sam commented.

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed, keeping his eyes on Steve and Tony in the conference room.

“At least they’re working together.”

“At least we got Steve home,” Natasha mumbled.

“Not for long,” Bucky said. “If this fails, if Y/N… let’s just say, if this doesn’t end happily, we’ll lose Steve. For good.”

“I don’t believe that,” Sam said, shaking his head. “He wouldn’t—“

“He’ll run the moment she doesn’t make it,” Natasha said, agreeing with Bucky. “None of us realized how much he cared until she was gone.”

“She’s not gone! She’s alive and we’re going to save her!”

“Yeah? How?” Bucky questioned. “Those two idiots won’t let us in on the planning. The three of us have been kicked out and the others are too scared to try.”

“We just have to wait a little longer,” Natasha responded. “They’ll come up with something.”

“How much longer are you two willing to wait before coming up with a plan on your own?” Sam asked.

“I already have 4 plans in mind.”

“And I have 3,” Bucky added. “We’re just waiting to see what they come up with.”

The three fell silent as they continued to watch the two men work together.

“They’ll come up with something,” Sam whispered, trying to calm himself. “They have to.”

~~~

After the last broadcast, you were changed into a new sports bra and shorts and placed back in the cell you were originally in. You were ordered to get some rest before the next broadcast. You curled in on yourself as you bit your lip to try to stop the tears. But it was no use.

“Tomorrow… tomorrow…” you whispered to yourself. Tears ran down your face. “They will come… Steve will come… tomorrow… he has to come… tomorrow…”

You keep whispering ‘tomorrow’ to yourself until you eventually fell asleep.

~~~

“We’re running out of time,” Clint muttered, taking a sip of his coffee. “We can’t wait any longer for them to come up with a plan.”

Wanda, Vision, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Bruce, and Clint were in the kitchen, none of them able to watch Steve and Tony work in the conference room anymore.

“Clint’s right,” Wanda said. “We need to do something.”

Natasha sighed as she reached over for the nearest tablet. “I think I have something,” she said. “Barnes, feel free to add any—“

“We’ve got it!” Tony shouted, running into the room. “We’ve got it!”

“Great!” Clint exclaimed. “What is it?”

“No time! Everyone needs to get their asses onto the quinjet! You have no time to prepare.”

“Where’s Steve?” Bucky asked, noticing that his friend hadn’t burst into the room.

“He’s already left, so we need to get moving!”

~~~

You jumped as the door to your cell slammed open. You were still laying on the floor, too weak to get yourself up.

“Up, bitch!” The HYDRA agent yelled. You didn’t move. “I said up!” The agent kicked you in the gut causing you to whimper. “Up! Bitch! Up!” With each word came another kick to your abdomen. “Fine, I guess we’ll have to do things the hard way.” 

The agent reached down and gripped your neck. His grip continually tightened as he lifted you up. You wished you could have fought it, but you were honestly surprised that you were still alive after everything.

“Too bad I wasn’t allowed to use you the way you should have been,” a wicked smile grew across his face. “I might still have some time…” 

His free hand ran down your bare side, between the bra and shorts. If you had any food in you, you probably would have thrown up.

“What’s taking so long?” Rumlow asked, coming into the room.

“Sorry, sir,” the agent apologized like he hadn’t been planning to rape you just barely. “Our princess here seems to be too weak to move.”

“Really?” Rumlow came closer. He brushed a few fingers down your face. “How sad. I was led to believe that you were stronger than this. Shame.” Rumlow shrugged as he turned back around. “Guess this next broadcast will go faster than planned.” He chuckled darkly. “Not that, that’s much of a bad thing. Bring her to the broadcast room. I’ll make sure that everything else is ready for showtime.”

You were dragged by your neck to the broadcast room. Your mind was screaming at you to fight back, but your body couldn’t do it. When you arrived in the room, you immediately noticed the cuffs and straps that had been added to the back wall. You were taken over there and roughly locked onto the wall in a star position. There were three straps or metal cuffs on each of your arms, three on each of your legs, one around your waist, and another around your neck to keep your head up. 

To the side of you was an added table, littered with serrated knives of various sizes, three small handguns, a bow, and a quiver of arrows. Rumlow was aiming to kill you, and he was going to make a spectacle of it on live television. He wanted your death to be seen by everyone and remembered forever. He wanted to prove that HYDRA wasn’t to be messed with and that the Avengers couldn’t even save their own, so how could they continue to save the world?

Rumlow waltzed in with a sinister grin already adorning his face. You shivered from the chill that ran down you. You knew that most likely, this could be your end. You knew that you couldn’t let your team see you anything but resolute and okay with it. They needed to know that you didn’t blame them and they did everything they could. Especially Steve and Tony. Tony was able to turn everything around and blame himself for it. Your death would weigh on him forever. Then there was Steve. The man you love and had yet to even enjoy.

“Is our star ready for the show?” Rumlow teased, coming up to you.

“No matter what happens here, Rumlow,” your voice was hoarse but fierce, “they will find you and end you. You will not get away with this.”

“We’ll see about that.”

~~~

Steve took his own quinjet out to where he and Tony believed Rumlow was keeping you. He couldn’t afford to wait on the team, not with your life on the line. It had the jet on autopilot, the fastest speed possible. He was pacing in the back, unable to keep himself still. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to be still until you were in his arms, your heartbeat sounding in his ears and the warmth of your living body against his. That’s when Steve would be able to stop moving. If that didn’t happen, he would never stop. Not until all of HYDRA was completely gone.

Steve’s feet faltered when one of the screens flickered on. He inhaled sharply at the sight of you pinned against the wall. Slowly, his legs took him to stand in front of the screen. He stared at your face, your strength to not let Rumlow win clear to Steve. The camera panned out to reveal Rumlow standing next to a table full of weapons. Steve’s stomach dropped. 

“Hello, world,” Rumlow greeted. “Hello, Avengers. Your time has run out to save your precious teammate here.” He pointed at you. “You have failed to find me, Rogers, and so you have failed her.”

“No!” You shouted. “Don’t listen to him, Steve! You didn’t fail me! None of you failed me! I—“ 

Your breath caught as one of the serrated knives from the table landed on the right side of your abdomen. Rumlow laughed from where he had thrown it as blood began rushing from your wound. Steve growled as he stepped closer to the screen.

“Sorry,” Rumlow chuckled. “Can’t have her being too courageous.”

Steve watched as you bit down on the inside of your cheek and put on a straight face. You weren’t going to let Rumlow win, even if he killed you. Steve wanted to be proud of that, but all he really wanted was for you to be safe and Rumlow to be dead.

“Captain,” FRIDAY interrupted the stillness of the jet. “We are landing now. There are signals that match will the current broadcast.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY,” Steve muttered. He turned around and secured the Wakanda shields to his arms. 

“The rest of the team is ten minutes behind you.”

“Great.” He walked over to the back of the jet and opened up the ramp. “Tell them I’m already in.”

~~~

“I guess we’ll just start the fun now,” Rumlow laughed. 

Rumlow picked up two more knives and positioned himself in front of you. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself and prepare for the pain ahead. You made eye contact with Rumlow as he threw the second knife. Pain radiated from your left thigh as blood began to pour out. You bit down on your cheek harder to keep from crying out. 

The third knife hit your right upper arm. You failed to hide the wince which made Rumlow laugh again. He turned back to the table and picked up one of the small handguns. He smirked as he checked it for bullets before going back to his spot a few feet away from you. He lifted his arm to aim just before a warning siren started and red lights began flashing.

“Security breach!” A computerized voice sounded over the base. “Ready for intrusion! Security breach!”

Rumlow cackled, still aiming the gun at you. “Now things are getting interesting!” He pulled the trigger. You couldn’t stop the cry that escaped you as the bullet shattered your right knee.

“Sir,” one of Rumlow’s men burst into the room. “Rogers has breached the base and the rest of the Avengers aren’t far behind. What do you want us to do?”

“Slow the rest of the team down the best you can. Let Rogers get here easily and make sure that all of our available screens are showing the broadcast. Can’t let them miss a single moment of this.”

Your breaths were uneven as you fought through the pain to glare at Rumlow. “You’ll die for this,” you said. Your voice was rough and not as strong as you wanted it to be. “They won’t let you get away with this.”

“And you won’t survive this, so I guess we can call it even.” 

Another shot rang out, the bullet hitting just under where your sports bra sat on the left side. You cried out, letting the tears fall.

“RUMLOW!” Steve roared, appearing in the doorway

“Rogers,” Rumlow turned to face the man. “How kind of you to join us.” 

Steve growled, glaring at Rumlow for a moment before his eyes found you. You couldn’t help but cringe as his icy blues studied your beaten and broken frame, only being held up by the straps and cuffs. Steve studied your face for a few moments, noticing that your eyes were drooping and that you were quickly losing color. His eyes snapped back to Rumlow as he noticed the vile man raising his arm to once again aim at you.

“I don’t think so!” Steve boomed, jumping into action. 

Steve launched himself at Rumlow, slamming the man onto the ground with himself on top of him. Unfortunately, Rumlow still shot as he fell to the ground, billeting grazing your right hip. The men began to fight, throwing punches and shouting at each other. You watched, trying to focus on something to keep your eyes open and stay conscious. But it wasn’t working and you soon fell unconscious.

Steve, keeping the upper hand, began using his shields to punch Rumlow over and over. Rumlow laughed as he spit up blood and let Steve beat up on him. Quickly, after one last fatal blow, Rumlow went slack. Steve was panting as he got off Rumlow and yanked his bloody shields off. He stared at the dead man for a second before spinning to face you.

“No,” he gasped, realizing that you were unconscious. He rushed over to you and cupped your face. “Wake up, sweetheart. I need you to wake.” 

You made no move to do so. One of his hands moved to check for a pulse that was growing weaker with each passing moment. As he did that, Bucky and Tony hurried into the room.

“Oh my—“

“Help me get her out of these things!” Steve ordered, cutting off Bucky. “We need to do it carefully!”

Bucky and Tony rushed over to help. Steve held your head with one hand and wrapped his other arm carefully around your waist, trying not to be sick about the amount of your blood that was beginning to coat him. Tony freed one side of you, bracing that side before Bucky did the other side. The men helped get you onto the ground before Tony rushed out to call for a stretcher, not feeling good about anyone just carrying you out with all the wounds.

“Sweetheart, come on,” Steve whispered, cupping your face as tears began streaming down his. “Don’t do this to me, please. Wake up… wake up…”

Bucky didn’t know what to do. He looked at the table of weapons and noted that all of the knives were serrated, which made him only assume that the knives in you were also and would do more damage to you by pulling them out. His eyes found his long-time friend as Steve begged you to wake up. Bucky’s heart was breaking with each of Steve’s pleas and cracks in his voice.

“I can’t lose you…” Steve cried. “Not like this… not when we’ve only just started…”

“We’re here!” Tony shouted, running into the room with the other team members and a stretcher. The team members who had yet to see your condition briefly froze at the sight. “We need to carefully lift her onto the stretcher,” Tony ordered. He looked up to see his teammates staring at you with such heartbreak and despair. “Snap out of it! Every second Y/N’s laying here is a second wasted! We need to get her back to the Tower, NOW!”

That snapped the team out of it and they rushed around to help move you onto the stretcher. Bucky pulled Steve up and away from you, allowing the other team members to get you situated and rush you out to the quinjet. As soon as you were gone with the team, Steve looked down at himself. Your blood was soaking into his suit and skin, along with staining the cement floor. Steve let out a strangled cry as he sank to his knees and began sobbing. Bucky stood behind his friend watching, with no idea how to help.

~~~

Tony would remember that sound for the rest of his life, hearing it every time he closed his eyes and flinching when anything made a sound remotely close to it. The sound of your ribs breaking underneath his hands as he tried to keep you alive.

Bruce and Natasha had quickly got you hooked up to machines and IVs as soon as you were in the quinjet. They were trying the best they could to stop the bleeding and take care of the wounds, knowing everything they did was only a temporary solution. They were doing it successfully, having only fifteen minutes left of the flight when Bruce yelled that you were crashing. 

Tony immediately jumped onto the stretcher, straddled you as best as he could to avoid the injuries, and began compressions. His body was moving faster than his mind and he was thankful for that. He was also thankful that Steve was being flown back on the other quinjet with Bucky. Tony didn’t know if he could stand seeing the man more broken than he already was.

“Let me switch you, Stark,” Clint said, standing beside the stretcher.

“No,” Tony responded, focused on each compression. “I’ve got this.” Clint didn’t argue, simply staying put in case he needed to jump in. 

The medical team was on the quinjet before the Avengers could even process having landed. Sam and Clint had to force Tony off of you so that the medical team could do their job. One of the doctors took Tony’s place as they rushed you out of the quinjet and into the Tower. Not a single team member found the strength to follow after you, their bodies frozen at the sight of your blood puddled on the quinjet floor and trailing out of it.

Tony was the first to make a move, losing his balance and falling back against the quinjet wall. His whole body was shaking as he stared blankly at his blood-soaked hands. Wanda turning to cry into Vision was the next move made. Slowly, each team member found themselves in a seat or on the ground, dazed and heartbroken.

It was almost an hour later when Steve and Bucky’s quinjet landed. Bucky followed Steve’s lead out of the jet, carefully watching his friend’s every move. Steve paused at the sight of your blood trailing from the other quinjet into the Tower. He looked into the quinjet to see the team still in it, almost frozen. Steve stayed put as Bucky slowly walked up the ramp towards his teammates.

“What happened?” Bucky asked, terrified for the answer. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Tony’s hands also coated in your blood.

“She coded,” Bruce answered slowly, unable to take his eyes off the puddle of your blood on the floor. “We were 15 minutes away.”

Bucky swallowed nervously. “Is she—“

“We don’t know,” Natasha replied. “They took her away almost an hour ago and none of us have been able to move.”

With that knowledge, Steve made his way toward the Tower. Everyone watched the usually strong soldier, walk away hunched over in defeat and despair.

“We all need to get washed up,” Sam said, finally standing from his seat. “We need to be there for both of them right now and none of us can do that in our gear and with Y/N’s blood on us.”

A few of the team members nodded. Natasha came over to a still trembling Tony and helped him to his feet.

“I’ll call Pepper and help Tony clean up,” Natasha said before slowly guiding Tony out of the quinjet.

“I’ll get cleaned up and send a crew to clean the quinjets,” Sam said, leaving as well.

“Right,” Bucky muttered. “The rest of us should clean ourselves up and meet in the waiting room. We can reconvene there.”

The rest of the team nodded before slowly filing out. Bucky sighed, taking in the sight of all your blood.

“You have to make it, Y/N,” he whispered to himself. “It’s going to destroy everyone if you don’t.” 

next part >

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Master List

For the record, it was not the Winter Soldier who brought on the end of humanity. It was more of a group effort really.

And that clutz Murphy, a product of Hydra nepotism putting someone in a position they shouldn’t be in.

And now several years on Bucky has a lot of confusing memories, but at least the fast paced environment and literal walking nightmares means he doesn’t really have time to dwell too much on the more distant past.

In the end none of it mattered anyways.

Bucky is merely surviving, avoiding best he can the lingering human population and avoiding Empties when possible.

This task is going well, until he gets stuck with a small but fierce blonde named Steve. *Steve/Bucky ______________________________________________

Bucky Barnes’s family is indebted to Alexander Pierce, a powerful man who has preyed on him and those like his family for decades. There are only a few years of service left to pay his debt, but recently Pierce's brute Rumlow has been escalating in his violence. Fearing the inevitable and with nowhere to actually go Pierce can’t reach, Bucky had begun to accept his fate.

Then Bucky’s luck turns when a persistent advertisement for an insanely affordable apartment in Bed-Stuy interrupts his browsing at a bakery, the shop close enough to pick up the free wi-fi from the Avenger’s Tower.

Maybe there is a chance.

Clint Barton has a surprise new tenant that he is pretty damn sure there had been no application for. Likely Jarvis’s idea, the AI sparing some processing to help manage Clint’s apartment building. Avenging and being a landlord takes a toll.

Not a problem except the top floor – Clint’s floor – has been left empty save him for safety reasons. Which meant the only vacancy was right next door. And it turns out the new guy is hot. And maybe kinda in trouble. Which is so his type.

So many ways this can go bad, and Clint is sure he'll find all of them. *Bucky/Clint ______________________________________________

“Steve?” Bucky finally speaks, having been standing – no, shaking – in the living room entrance. The brunette says his name with such disbelief. Like they hadn’t just seen each other. Right?

“Stevie?” and he crosses the distance between them and all but picks Steve up with desperate hands, “Steve, you look...they said you’re dead Stevie.”

Bucky sinks to his knees before Steve with a sob and real panic claws at the smaller man, causes a hitch in his breathing he is glad Bucky doesn’t seem to notice. Bucky claws at him too, both hands fisting in his shirt, pulling Steve tight to him while the man’s head presses against Steve’s stomach.

As time passes lazily around Steve the growing sense that something is off nags at him when all Steve wants is to see his ma.

And find out what is suddenly wrong with Bucky. *Steve/Bucky

______________________________________________

Bucky also knows Steve’s touch, delicate and light, always too cold despite rubbing Steve’s charcoal stained fingers warm himself. It was something he found himself doing a lot in the winter when they couldn’t always afford charcoal for the whole night, so they waited until right before bed to begin heating the room. No, these weren’t those surprisingly long but skinny fingers with knobby knuckles he would lay gentle kisses onto, warming each with the heat of his mouth.

“Shit, Morita, he is burning up,” and not-Steve sounds so worried that Bucky can’t help but lean into the touch and just pretend for a moment it is his Stevie. *Steve/Bucky ______________________________________________

It wouldn’t have been so bad, Bucky could have shrugged this off easily once he caught his breath, but he found the more he pulled to free himself the worse it seemed to be. Barnes thinks he hears shouting, but it is distorted and drowned out by the pounding in his ears. Ripping further at the trap that was furthering ensnaring him he found himself snarling and just ripping at it with brute strength and panicked rage that echoed of the Asset’s frustrated rampages through Hydra personnel. *Clint/Bucky ______________________________________________

It was a fairly routine outing for the Avengers, aside from the location making Steve and Bucky uneasy, not even forty miles from where Bucky had fallen into Hydra’s control for nearly seven decades.

What was he supposed to say, ‘I know this is where I failed you, so just wondering if you wanted to sit this one out?’ or maybe, ‘This might be hard, but do you want to talk about how this is where they dragged you off from, after I left you behind, broken and bleeding?’

Instead Steve had been too in his own head at the same news that had unsettled Bucky, the train, the snow, Gabe’s face when he saw Bucky’s absence and Steve’s broken state – making it real, sealing it.

The two had both sat there in a sort of stunned silence, heartbeats passing, and then it was too late. Bucky was out the door, shoulders back and his stride long, and Steve merely followed him to the armory. *Steve/Bucky ______________________________________________

It is 1994 and James Barnes has been out of Hydra’s grasp for several months. Barnes is just trying to stay ahead of Hydra, and is at an event to take out an exposed Hydra commander to help with this.

Seeing the young Tony Stark at the event shakes Barnes's loose grip on his own mind however, and Barnes's attention is suddenly split between the past and now - and between his need to remain hidden and his desire to reclaim part of the Bucky he remembers.

Meanwhile, Tony Stark has been avoiding as many responsibilities as possible in the three years since his parents died - but tonight is the first step into entering Stark Industries as the CEO.

Instead Tony's greatest strength is dampened and he finds himself suddenly at the mercy of those around him, and to top it off he begins to worry for his sanity when he finds himself wanting to help a hallucination of Bucky Barnes. *Tony/Bucky ______________________________________________

There is no warning or retort when a punch to his side causes him to stumble, followed by a searing burn blooming from his left bicep. Clint manages to get cover behind a set of dumpsters as he makes out the distinct ping when a bullet hits where he’d been. Gunshots. He had been shot and the night air was not the least bit bothered by it. Luckily his arm seems to be nothing but a deep graze but his side would have to wait. Obscured and hindered by his uniform at least the compression suit would help in the meantime.

Hawkeye only knows one man who handles a gun that quietly, and this makes twice the fucker got the drop on him. And he is supposed to be dead. *Clint/Bucky ______________________________________________

After a close call, Bucky Barnes finds himself alone in the Tower.

Solitude is not something that bothers Bucky, and a chance to relax and nurse his wounds wouldn't be so bad...if it wasn't also Steve and Bucky's anniversary.

It certainly doesn't help things that there may have been a mix up with Bucky's medicine. *Steve/Bucky ______________________________________________

“Mrs....Mrs. Rogers...he looks…” a small voice sobs quietly, and Sarah was at his level immediately, her arms tight around him. Bucky let out another sob, this time muffled by her shoulder. His small body shaking against her as she can tell he tries to hold it in.

They stay like that for a few minutes and some of the tightness leaves Sarah’s chest just a little, and the trembling in the small boy calms some. Bucky sniffles and murmurs an apology. Sarah gently pulls back from Bucky and sweeps some hair out of his eyes. Stevie might be the frail one, but this poor Barnes boy had such a soft heart. *Steve/Bucky ______________________________________________

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part 2 is in the works!

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Imagine This ....

you fool around with Sam, Bucky and Zemo. Creating a Mamma Mia AU situation... that disturbs the timeline. 

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Take It Back (Chapter 19)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary:  About five years ago, a one night stand with Y/N tore Bucky’s life apart. It was also the night before his wedding. Now he’s married to her sister and she needs a place to stay.

Chapter Warnings: Language.

A/N: Over my manic episode lol, now back to work. :) Here you guys go. Sorry it took so long to get my shit together. I love you. ALSO, i know a lot of you guys caught up with it on AO3, so just let me know if you no longer wanna be tagged in this. :) 

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It had become routinary.

Like an immortal soul or a person without any malice and without non-malice intent, you’d carry on and on.

You’d wake up at five-thirty am, take a hot shower, go for a run, take another shower, get dressed for work, stop by your choice of restaurant that week, pick up cat food, feed Pebbles, clean the house, take another shower, put on your PJs, and binge-watch American Horror Story until it was too late to decide if it was actually too late to go to bed.

It took exactly one week into your emotional break down for you to realize that your life had to be this way in order for you to succeed. It was the only way you could keep yourself distracted from the other thoughts of guilt that would lead to ultimate heartbreak.

You had left Ashlyn’s life in a way that you didn’t see yourself doing.

At first, you felt wrong for it.

She was your only sister and the only closest family member you had left. You especially thought it was wrong for leaving without any explanation. But eventually, after much-considered thought, you decided that even though it was wrong, it was the best choice. It was something you had to do.

You had to do it because it would be wrong of you to hang out with her or have some kind of association with her without her knowing the evil thing that you had done behind her back.

It didn’t sit well with you.

You also realized that if you stuck around, you would probably develop some kind of hate for her that would be beyond your control; hate made out of jealousy and envy.

You wouldn’t be able to see them together ever again, you would not bring yourself to.

You had texted her a few days after your decision, explaining to her that new opportunities had arisen in your life and that you might be seeing less of her because of it.

Though you still reassured her that you would continue to stick around if she needed anything and she reciprocated vice versa.

As much as you disliked her, as much as you didn’t like the choices she’s made, or person that she had become, at the end of the day she was always your big sister. That was a kind of bond you couldn’t break.

After she’d wished you good look and good wishes, you wondered if you should contact Bucky.

You wondered if he would tell her.

That was the first time the thought entered your mind and it scared the shit out of you. You prayed that he wouldn’t say a thing.

You thought about Steve as well. You knew he wasn’t dumb but you were thankful that he never mentioned anything both that night. But for some reason, you couldn’t get that damn look he had on his face. You couldn’t forget the way he looked at you at the wedding.

He had chased you, and he looked hurt by you.

Like he knew.

Sometimes you wonder if maybe if it had been Bucky that had run after you if you would have stayed.

But it wasn’t.

After that conclusion, you begged yourself to move on.

That was when the routines began- it kept you busy and distracted.

It had been five months and two days since you walked out of his life.

After much time, it was going a lot better than how you thought it would. You started by distracting yourself with your own life.

You even picked up extra hours at work and spent endless nights learning new recipes.

You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you ended up watching way too much of the news. Maybe it was the adult in your trying to peak out, or maybe you were just that desperate to get away from your own issues.

You and pebbles sat on your couch as you both mocked Trump’s face on CNN, softly caressing Pebble’s little black head.

Your sat on your legs, your little throw blanket thrown over your lap and Pebbles next to your feet on the couch.

You shook your head in dismay as yet another scandal unfolded itself.

“What a dumbass, Peb.”

Meow.

You gasp.

“What do you mean you would have voted for him?”

Meow. Prrrr.

You huff.

“That’s what I thought, you little nugget.”

Everything during the day got easier as time went by, including life.

Slowly, you had cut yourself out of everyone’s lives.

You didn’t want to, but you felt like it was the best choice in such a predicament.

You didn’t answer Steve’s calls.  

Bucky never even attempted to reach out to you except for one night about a week ago.

You had stared at your phone in a trance, completely puzzled at first, before tossing it on your couch.

You went back to sliding on your sneakers for your daily run.

No.

You ran your emotions away until the sweat mingled in with your tears.

You didn’t even realize it started pouring until you had to stop on the side of the road, breathing hard as you attempted to catch your breath.

You let your head fall down as your hands rested on the knees of your bent legs. You sobbed relentlessly as the thunder clashed in the skies above you.

The overwhelming guilt consumed you.

You had done good, you did everything you could to distract yourself and to not think about him.

But during the nights it was the hardest.

Simply put: you were lonely.

You missed your friends, Steve, and Nat. You wanted to make peace with Steve, you wanted to tell Nat how sorry you were for being a coward, and most importantly, you missed him.

You’d wake up the next day and repeat it all again.

It was the only thing that helped.

_

The beginning months of their marriage had been rocky.

It had gone in any way you would’ve expected for a man who had just cheated on his wife.

Their wedding night had been a disaster.

When they returned to their room that night, in a mix of tight hand-holding and severe lack of eye contact, Bucky had allowed Ashlyn to go into their suite before him.

While inside, he sat on the bed, back faced to her, and he had been silent as he unbuttoned his dress shirt.

Ashlyn had stared at him, even though he couldn’t see her.

The silence had been unbearable.

She felt pain-filled tears in her eyes at his cold demeanor.

He was treating her not how a husband should, especially on their wedding night.

He was treating her like something was very wrong.

She didn’t understand why.

Their ceremony had been everything she had ever dreamed of, but during the reception, he had barely stared into her eyes. He didn’t look at her during their dance, and only once or twice after that.

They made brief eye contact once when his eyes had been cold and soulless. In an instance, a part of her heart hurt badly within her chest.

What’s wrong?  She had wanted to say.

She wasn’t too oblivious. She knew that months ago something had happened with him and someone else, especially after she had been gone for so long on her work trips. She knew that they had gone through a big bump in the road.

And the guilt of that had eaten her alive and she promised to put it behind her, so she continued to strive for them - to make this work. Ashlyn wasn’t sure exactly what Bucky had done, but like a silent mutual agreement, neither touched the subject any further.

For some time, she had even believed maybe she was wrong because they started doing so well again.

But their wedding day and their wedding night went anything but well.

She had gone into their bathroom and slowly taken off her jewelry and dress. Soft tears ran down her face as she took the hundreds of bobby pins out of her hair, laying them down on the sink with shaky fingers.

She had refused to look at herself in the mirror, knowing that she’d start crying right away.

She slid on a pair of matching pink silk PJ shorts and a tank top.

Neither said a word as she slid up next to him on the bed.

It didn’t surprise her that he didn’t even make love to her that night.

It took time, but eventually, he had gathered her in his arms, caressing the sides of her waist as she breathed against him.

Her lingerie was tucked away and left untouched in her suitcase.

They didn’t talk about it, and Ashlyn swallowed back heavy tears as he laid motionless without saying a word.

It took them hours to fall asleep that night.

Early that morning they took their flight out to Mykonos.

He held her hand the entire flight, occasionally giving her a small smile that never reached his pretty blue eyes.

A pair of eyes that ones use to shy but were now a pit of no emotions.

Ashlyn tried to hold back more tears as he laid his head against the window, staring down at the puffy clouds and not at her.

She regretted it- the nightly escapades -what she had done with men on her work trips, what she had sacrificed to give them.

Their future was now filled with materialist fortune because of her filthy mistakes, and she most importantly regretted what she had done with his father.

She wanted them to be okay.

She wanted him to love her the way he used to.

She sniffed slightly as her throat grew tight. She laid her head on his shoulder.

The heavyweight of her head made Bucky look down at his lap, closing his eyes tightly together.

He felt awful.

Sure, he didn’t want Ashlyn anymore, but something just didn’t sit well with him knowing what he did and Ashlyn knowing damn well that he was acting strange.

On their honeymoon, when they did talk they argued.

They had gone to a little restaurant in a bay area but barely spoke a word to each other.

The air was tense and his kisses only lingered like a tangent poison on her lips.

Every night he had woken up shaking and sweating. He always dreamed of you and your gorgeous smile.

He could hear you saying his name in his dreams, and he could feel the bones of your hips on his hands as he guided you to move above him.

Then, he would hear you tell him you loved him and he would start crying in his sleep.

They were never loud enough to wake Ashlyn up, but it was strong enough to make him stir and awaken.

They didn’t make love until the night before they flew out.

It had been spontaneous and Bucky had done it more out of anger and stress after he had seen something in a gift shop that reminded him of you.

He had whimpered against Ashlyn's mouth as he held her against the wall of their little bedroom. It was a small room, about thirty by forty feet because they had wanted the trip to be as authentic as possible.

His hands helped to wrap her legs around his waist and he grabbed her harshly, forcing his tongue down her throat.

He shoved her beneath him onto their bed as they ripped each other’s clothes off.

Next, he had taken her brutally against the mattress.

Afterward, Ashlyn had been stunned.

He had never fucked her that way before. It had been purely carnal, dirty.

She laid shaking that entire night.

He woke up again that dawn, having dreamed of you again.

He knew he needed help, he knew that the guilt was eating him alive and so was the sadness of losing you.

Four five months, their marriage has been silently suffering and grew complicated. The other wondered how long it would be before one of them said something to make or break it.

They moved into Bucky’s father’s penthouse shortly after.

It was beautiful. It wasn’t as big as Ashlyn would have expected, and Bucky also had sworn it used to be bigger when he used to live with his parents. It had an average size foyer that would lead into the living room. The wood flooring was light and contrasted beautifully with the white walls. To the right was a large window that occupied most of the wall, and to the far side was a decent sized kitchen with dark brown cabinetry. Down the hall was a guest bedroom and a powder room.

On the left side was a dining room and then to the corner glass stairs that led up to the upstairs area where there were three other bedrooms, one full bathroom and a master bathroom that connected to the master bedroom.

The mere thought that Bucky was now sleeping in the same bedroom that his now-dead parents used, made something creep up his spine - a cold and chilling feeling.

It didn’t help their marriage and it certain didn’t help with the other emotions he had felt.

They would eat dinner in silence and then they would have silent meaningless sex on their dinner table in a tangle of confusion and unspoken declarations.

It got to the point where Ashlyn had left for work every morning without even waiting for him anymore.

She would feel used and empty, the bruises on her hips nagging and mocking her for the rest of the day.

Ashlyn considered just asking Bucky what was going on.

She wanted to, but she was afraid.

It had been going on for five months.

It’s a Tuesday morning when Bucky was having breakfast by himself in the kitchen. He hears a knock on his door.

He looked up from his phone, where he had been reading today’s news.

He perks a brow, not expecting anyone to have been at his home at this time. He hadn’t even seen Steve since his wedding day, their little awkward encounter not yet having been addressed.

It was evident neither wanted to.

“Come in.” He said loudly through a mouth full of honey nut cheerios.

The big white door swung open.

Bucky was slightly scared at who the intruder was until he saw a big head of red pop out from behind the door.

A long sigh escapes his lips.

The beauty spins her head around and gives him a bright smile, closing the door behind her.

She perks a brow.

“You didn’t comb your hair today, I see.”

Bucky runs a quick hand through his hair as he swallows down the cereal.

“What gives? My house, I can do I want.” He mumbles swirling his spoon in his milk.

He peaks a teasing eye up at Nat and smirks.

“Yeah, I can see that.” She laughs.

“What’s up?”

“How are things with you and Ashlyn?”

Bucky stalls for a moment, swirling his milk one more time, before responding.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing, I’ve just noticed that you’ve been a bit different the last few months,” Nat states simply.

Bucky sighs, looking out towards the kitchen window and out into the city.

He gives into himself and sighs.

“It’s been better, Nat. Marriage isn’t as easy as we’d hope I guess.” He mumbles the end as he takes the bowl off the island and turns around to put it in the sink.

Nat sighs, “Yeah, I can imagine. Why do you think I haven’t gotten married yet?”

Bucky chuckles, “You’re right. You’re smart.”

There’s a small smile on his face when he says it as he spins back around, but Nat senses the pleading tone in his voice and both of them are quiet.

Nat eyes him up and down before she reaches into her bag.

Bucky narrows his eyes at her.

“Just know that if there’s anything you need, you can just ask me. If you need a friend, advice, anything. If you guys need any help-”

“Thanks, but we’re fine.” He cuts off curtly but not in a rude manner.

Nat ignores him and pulls out a white card and slides it across the table.

“Please don’t take this as an insult or me trying to pry or anything like that, because it’s none of my business. But I think this might help you both.”

Bucky takes the card.

Couple’s Therapist

Bruce Banner

34 6th Street

New York, NY

(212)***-****

Bucky looks at it for a second.

He contemplates it, really contemplates it, and he finds the gesture comforting and surprisingly sweet.

He bends the edge of it as he reads the name of the doctor repeatedly- over and over again.

“Thanks.”

Bucky could care less any longer about salvaging his wedding with Ashlyn. He should’ve known it was all an evil scheme for her since the beginning, so he was doing this for his own selfish needs.

Bucky wants nothing more than to rip his hand out of hers as they sit next to each other on the dark brown leather chairs. He hopes the good doctor doesn’t see right through his phony act.

Dr. Banner was soft-spoken and wore small glasses on the peak of his nose. He gave off a sweet soul that automatically piqued Bucky’s interest. From his first firm handshake, he knew that Banner would be someone he could trust.

Bruce gave the beautiful couple a small smile before sitting down directly in front of him.

The room smelled of aloe and mint, calming Ashlyn for the first time in a long time.

“Mr. And Mrs. Barnes please sit.”

“Thanks.” Both Bucky and Ashlyn said.

Bruce takes off his glasses and eyes the couple curiously.

“So let’s start by introducing ourselves. You just got married five months ago?”

“Yes. Sir.”

He lays his glasses down on the table in front of him.

“That’s very recent. I’m surprised.”

Ashlyn gives Bucky a side glance as Bucky continues to hold steady eye contact with Banner.

“Yes, we’ve had some issues in the past.”

Bucky’s jaw ticks.

Bruce notes this.

“Well, we’re going to discuss possible issues that maybe could’ve arisen and insecurities between the both of you. This will be a long process, but I will do in my best ability to help you both. We’re going to put all our walls down for this, do you understand? No secrets from me.”

Bucky swallows while Ashlyn nods. She looks once more at him and Bucky is still facing forward, jaw tight and tense.

“You see? He can’t even look at me.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Do you not love me anymore?”

Bucky doesn’t respond.

“Do you want a divorce? We’ve been married for five months. You didn’t even have sex with me on our wedding night.”

Banner raises a comical brow at this.

“I can’t leave you.”

Bucky says fiercely. The silence that follows it is tense and questioning.

“So we need to make this work,” Ashlyn says, quickly letting go of his hand.

Their first session with Banner was an hour and five minutes long. It was the most the couple had talked to each other since their wedding day, and it solved absolutely nothing.

Dr. Banner sighed as he watched them walk away, not really knowing what the hell he was going to do with them.

He was just thankful that they were done screaming so he could take his small coffee break and read a bit.

Of course, that was cut short when he heard a small knock coming from his door.

“Yes?”

Bucky walks in slowly, a mischievous look in his eyes as he slowly closing the door behind him.

Banner raises a surprised brow at him.

“James? Something wrong?”

Bucky licks his lips nervously.

“N-no sir, I just…”

Well, this was interesting, Banner had to admit. He sits down on his desk, still keeping one foot on the floor.

He notices how upset and nervous Bucky is and it’s the first sign of emotion he had shown aside from anger all day. It intrigues the doctor.

“You can tell me.”

“If I ask to see you privately, as my therapist, would what me and you talk about be confidential?”

Bruce is silent for a second as he connects the dots. He notes Bucky’s fidgeting hands and his pleading eyes.

Something was killing the poor kid.

“Is there something you don’t want Ashlyn to know?”

“Yes.” It comes out in a whimper. His tone, begging.

“James, if whatever this has to do with your marriage, you should tell your wife. You're here to fix your relationship with her, but yet you want my help to help keep something hidden from her.”

Bucky is silent as he looks away, defeated. This stuns the doctor.

“You’re not here for your marriage.” Bruce says it like it’s not questionable, “you’re here for you.”

Bucky’s stance and tone become pleading as he steps closer to Banner.

“It has more to do with my health though. Look, I know it doesn’t make sense but I need help, please. I’ll pay you twice or ever three times as much. As much as you want. Please, doctor Banner.”

Bruce didn’t like this, but for some reason, he figured that maybe if he helped Bucky with his private issue, it could eventually fix the problem he had with his wife.

Maybe.

He regrets it a bit after he says it, but he does.

“Alright, I’ll help you.”

You had another episode last night and it was worse than usual.

You swore you could feel his soft hands on your hips as you moved on top of him.

You felt the whispers of his voice against your ears as he kept telling you he loved you, and it felt so real.

You were a ghost when you woke up, and your body robotic. The sun wasn’t up yet so you turned on your side lamp on your nightstand since it wasn’t too bright and wouldn’t hurt your eyes.

It took you a bit for you to come to your senses and for you to notice that you had gathered your personal belongings on your bed and that you were throwing things out.

Things that reminded you of Ashlyn. Pictures of when you were kids, T-shirts, gifts she had given you - everything.

Tears ran down your face as you skim your finger over one specific picture of you and your sister with your parents.

You sobbed and your sadness became anger as you continued to stare at her in the picture.

How dare she get the loving man, how dare he love her more than you…you were angry.

And you wanted to move on.

In a fury, you rip the pictures into tiny pieces until they’re scattered all over your bed.

Your breathing is shallow and heavy as you look at the mess you’ve made.

With a different kind of pain that you hadn’t felt in a long time, you bury your face in your hands and cry silently.

Everything around you was silent. The house was silent and so was the world outside.

You were alone.

Fifteen miles away sat Steve in his work office at Barnes Enterprises.

He had just put his two-week notice in and he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He couldn’t stand to work for Bucky right now, not after the wedding night and not knowing anything about what was happening.

It distracted him too much and it made him upset.

He’d gotten a new job at a new company five blocks down. Steve had requested two weeks from his top guy so he didn’t even have to talk to Bucky directly to let him know he was leaving.

He was almost entirely packed except for some things that he still had to finish before he left.

It was early morning and he was finishing up one of his files when the image of you clouded his mind.

The image of you running out of his best friend’s wedding and crying haunted him.

He needed to find you.

That’s when he had stopped doing what he was doing and he pulled out his phone.

He found your name without thinking and clicked the little phone icon under your name.

Steve lets out a heavy breath as he brings his phone to his ear. With his other hand, he runs it through his hair and pulls slightly at the top.

ring.

ring.

Come on. Come on.  He says in his head as he bounces his left leg up and down. What was he even going to say?

The ring cuts off and he sucks in a breath-

“I’m sorry but the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service.”

His heart falls into the pit of his stomach.

In your room, you had somehow fallen asleep through all your crying, and your phone laid silent and untouched on your nightstand.

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Chapter 20 |

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[kiritella]

Okay, I have to say it...

Why the heck does Steve Rogers need that much bathroom space???  What’s he gonna do?  Ballroom dance???  Seriously...I can’t figure it out.  But hey, here’s a photo of Steve Rogers’s sleeping quarters at the Avengers Tower if anyone was curious...wait..that sounded...nevermind.

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[saelwen]

The Magic Pencil

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter One

Masterlist

Summary: On one boring afternoon, Y/n finds a magical pencil which will make her wish come true, where the avengers are real and the tragic events from Thanos snap had to happen. (Sorry I'm bad at summaries BUT I promise that the story is better.)

Warnings: None, only fluff. It will be having SMUT on the other chapters

Words: 2,600

A/n: No one died on endgame!! My heart is still hurting!

“Oh! C´mon!” you sigh tired while looking down to all your books spread on the ground which had fallen when someone passed by you in rush, shoving your body to the side.

Bending down, you start picking up all the heavy books, grumbling when you saw one of your precious books on a dirty puddle. Adjusting your glasses, you stand up with your arms full and begin walking on the busy New York streets. All you could hear around you was the sound of hooking of the cars and people yelling and laughing, talking about their awful day.  

You´ve lived you´re all live in New York, knowing every corner and the best coffee place in the city. It´s great living here since was so much stuff to do and go but you feel that something was missing. Your dream was to buy a lovely cottage in the middle of the woods, where you could read and write in peace. Not having the sounds of the loud cars and people yelling at each other's to distract you, and feel the fresh morning air, smelling the lovely smell of the trees and humid grass.

A shiver runs down your spine as a gush of cold wind passes through you, making you bury your cold face on your fluffy old scarf around your neck. It was early October, so the ground was full of orange and yellow leaves, making the streets beautiful.

As you were about to turn the corner, you see the huge poster from the new avenger's movie. The gigantic poster made you look in awe to the heroes that you read their Bd when you were a child, growing up with their adventures.  

“It´s so sad that Bucky had turned into dust,” you whisper to yourself while walking towards the small cozy book store which you work on. Bucky always was your favorite character, along with Loki. Not just because of how charismatic and expressive the characters were but also from how handsome the actors were. They were your little crush that nobody knew about.  

The tiny bell ring as you enter the book store, making the white-hairy man look to you with a warm smile.  

“Y/n! How good to see you.” Robert, the owner of the book store, said with a tired voice.  

“Good afternoon, Mr. Robert!” you said while putting the heavy books behind the counter, putting your name tag on your black turtleneck shirt.  

“I will need to get out early. I have a medical appointment today,” he said, rubbing his rough fingers on his wrinkled face while letting out a tired sigh.  

You look up to him, your e/c eyes full of concern. “Are you okay, Mr. Robert?” you put gently your hand on his arm and squeeze softly, rubbing your thump on his wrinkled hand.

“Yes! It´s just that I had a painful headache all this month and I want to check it out,” he said gently, sitting slowly on the chair behind the counter.  

It´s true, it´s been some time that he complains about his head and sometimes he has dizziness which makes your worry terribly.  

“Do you need to accompany or help to go to the doctor?” you said, your voice full of concern.  

He smiles warmly to you and shook his head. “No, there is no need for you to worry about! I can handle all by myself.” his voice was full of mischief, making you roll your eyes and chuckle.

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The day went out slowly. it's always like that normally, people rarely come to the book store since nowadays everyone could purchase every book on the internet and will arrive quick to their homes.  

Mr. Robert leaves for the doctor's appointment which you took the opportunity to finish writing your book. It wasn´t something to go to the public eye, just a little story for you and only you to read it.

As you were lost in your story, a loud sound grabs your attention. Turning your head to the side, you saw a simple wooden box on the floor beside you. It was small and delicate, you notice some beautiful words craved on it as you pick it up.  

“Use me and your words will become reality.” you read the words. Tilting your head to the side, making some pieces of h/c hair fall to your face, you frown to the small box. “Weird... Did Mr. Robert had some old merchandise from Alice in Wonderland in here?” you murmured quietly.

Putting the wooden box on your lap, you open it slowly. Inside was only a simple black pencil, with a small ruby on the top. “What? All this for a simple pencil?” you chuckle, picking up the pencil.  

You begin to make small doodles with the pencil, bored that no one had come in for hours. The words from the box run over and over on your mind. It would be awesome to have anything you write come to life. Imagine waking up one morning and have dragons, elves and other creatures running around.  

Looking down at the scribbled paper and chuckle. “I wish that the avengers were real.” you read your words out loud.  

Sighing, you threw the paper to the trash can as you saw that it´s time to close the store.  

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The infernal ring from your phone woke you up from your slumber. Groaning, you lazily try to find the beeping thing on your bedside table. Lifting your head from the soft pillow, you saw ´Mom´ in big on your phone.  

Sighing, you slide your finger on the cold screen.

“Hi, Mom,” you mumble tired.

“Sweetie! How are you? You won´t stay your free day at home, right?” her squeaky voice came out from the other side loudly, making you hiss.

“Mom, please! I do what I want!... How´s it is going your and Dad's vacation?” you ask while sitting on the bed, stretching your sore back.  

“Oh, it´s lovely! Paris is really the city of love. I and your father will stay for one more month... I think you should also do a little vacation, Y/n. After the blip, you never got out of that damn apartment or the book store. I think it would do you good to leave the house and go travel, to make new friends and other stuff.” your mom said, her voice was now calmer and fuller of concern.

The blip?! What the hell is she talking about? Did she saw the new spider-man and now is joking with you? Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you stood up from the bed, slipping a comfy robe. “The blip? Mom, what are you talking about?” you ask while walking to the kitchen, preparing a good cup of coffee.

“Oh sweetie...i know that was a really awful event to be turned into dust but you need to know that I and your father are here for you! If you need to talk or any help, we are here for you,” she said.

What is she talking about? Did she smoke something on the vacation? Sitting down on the chair, you put your mug on the table and open your laptop, opening Google Chrome. You search on anything about the blip, seeing the news about the tragic event and how the avengers had saved everyone. To your surprise, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, and Natasha were alive, along with Vision and Loki.

“Ahh...Mom, I will call you later. Bye!” with that, you end the call. “What the hell has to happen?!” you whisper while reading all the news. You notice that every avenger looks alike to the actors in the movies. Your heart almost jumps out from your mouth as you see Bucky´s picture. God! He´s beautiful!

Closing the laptop, you rest your head on the table. How could this have happened? The Avengers and Thanos and the other are all fiction, none of that is real!

“THAT PENCIL!” you shot up from your seat.  

Running to your bedroom, you change into more appropriate clothes and run out of the apartment. You need to get to the book store and get that pencil back. Well, it´s really cool that you are in a world that the avengers are real but what if something extremely bad happens? What if a bigger threat than Thanos comes to Earth and kill everyone? In that case, you prefer to be in your cozy bedroom reading a book on your reality.

When you arrived at the book store, you grab your keys and open the door since today was the day that they were closed. Walking inside, you go directly behind the counter, where you had put the box.  

As you look down, you saw nothing put papers and books. “Fuck!... I swear that I've put the pencil here!” you whisper.  

Distracted by searching the damn pencil, you didn´t notice the bell of the door ringing as a large figure walks inside.  

Standing up, you try to see if you had put the pencil in the counter but as you peek from behind the counter you saw the one and only Bucky Barnes looking to the books on the shelf. A gasp escape from your lips and you duck quickly behind the counter, your cheeks red as a tomato.  

Fuck! Why is he here? This is too much for your poor heart to handle.  

“Ahh...Excuse me?” his deep rich voice made goosebumps on your skin.  

Taking a deep breath, you stood up slowly, embarrassed by the stupid figure that you´ve made just now.  

“H..HI! Welcome to our store!” your voice came out in a little squeak, making your face even redder.

God! This is a disgrace. You must look ridiculous since you haven´t brush your wild hair and there was some evidence from sleep on your face.

“Thank you... Are you open?” he asks while looking around, seeing that the lights aren´t turn on and some shelves are empty.

“Ahh... No, but if you want, you could look around! I´m just searching for something that I had left here yesterday.” you said, seeing his ice blue eyes studying your every move. You have noticed a faint softness on them when he sees how nervous you were.

“Okay...I will have a look. Thanks.” he said softly while walking around the small store, looking to the different books on the shelf.

Biting harshly on your lower lip, you try to keep in an excited squeal. You can believe that Bucky Barnes is in your shop and that had talked to you. He seems so timid, looking around the store like it was something out of extraordinaire.

Shaking your head, you begin looking around for the pencil again. It can´t have disappeared! Maybe Mr. Robert took it with him. Damn, I knew that I shouldn´t touch things that weren´t mine!

Putting your hand on your waist, you rub your hand on your face, trying to think where did you had put it.  

“I´m sorry... I know that this is pretty quick and out of nowhere but...would you like to get some coffee with me? I know a good coffee shop down the street.” Bucky´s voice interrupted your trail of thoughts, making jump a little.  

Turning back, you saw his pale cheeks with a faint blush and his eyes were full of anxious and nervous. Did the winter soldier just invited you for coffee!? Your dreams really had come true!

“Ahhh...Y..Yes! Of course! Just let me close the store than we will go.” you said with a smile.  

He nods and stays there waiting for you, watching you cleaning some stuff on the counter. After closing the store, you two walk down the street to the coffee shop that he talked about.  

You two enter the small coffee shop, the smell of coffee and brownies hit your face wonderfully. He leads you to a table beside the large window and pulls the chair for you to sit on.  

The waitress went to your table and asks what you two wanted.  

“Ahh... I want a mocha,” you said.

“And I will also want a mocha. Thank you.” Bucky said with a small smile to the waitress, who giggles like a schoolgirl and winked at him.  

That made you a little self-conscious since you weren´t dressed for a date and probably there was a little of toothpaste in the corner of your mouth.  

“So, do you work on the book store a long time?” he asks you, his voice timid and soft.

Swallowing a lump on your throat, you nod while pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Yes! I started working after finished my university. The owner is a very sweet man and needs some help since he was the only one working in there.” you said shyly while playing with your sleeves.  

The waitress came back with your drinks and you notice the Bucky´s coffee had a number with a kiss on it but he didn´t even notice it since his ice-blue eyes were fixed on you.

“It seems nice. The store seems calm, it must be great to work there. Having a place where people are quiet and go there from their love for the books.” he said with such gentle voice, making you almost melt on your seat.

“Yeah...it´s really great but nowadays people don´t go to the books stores to buy books since with the internet is easier and they won´t have to move their ass.” with your last words, Bucky let´s out a warm laugh which makes you join him.

You two pass the rest of three hours talking and joking around. He tells you his love for books since he can´t work well with TVs and phones or other modern stuff.

“I´m sorry for asking you this but... had you been blip? You know, turning into dust?” he asks you while rubbing the back of his neck which was bare since his beautiful brown hair was up on a bun.

Your eyes widen with his question. Fuck! What will you tell me? You don´t know if you had turned into dust since this isn´t your reality. Well, your mom said that I was.

“Ahh...Yeah, I was. It was...an awful experience.” your voice was quiet, making him smile gently to you.  

“I know what it feels...if you want to talk, I'm all ears,” he said softly, making your body warm a little.  

As you were about to answer him, his phone starts ringing, making him groan in annoyance. He took his phone and curse under his breath.  

“I´m sorry but it seems that our date has to end here... I have a mission.” his soft voice turns into one rougher and harsher.  

He stood up and ask the waitress for the check and a pencil. She comes back with everything and he pays then he starts writing something on his napkin. The waitress begins to smile and giggling as she saw his number on the white square but it vanished when he gave you the napkin.  

“Call me when you´re free.” with that he leaves the coffee shop.

You look down to the napkin and grin widely, shocked that you had the number of the winter soldier. Maybe writing with that magical pencil wasn´t so bad at all.

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(Evanstan/Stucky) Fan fiction saves my life...(every single fucking day)

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[alexrogersstark]

“The Jailhouse Rock”

Sneak Peak

Fluorescent lights blared obtrusively into the cell, and Steve felt his stomach clench.

It was all too similar to the hospitals that he’d been in and out of throughout the fragile beginnings of his life and even far up into his teens. The lights projected memories of lying in beds and being poked and prodded at with needles and sharpened fingers. Of wondering if he was going to make it through the night, and if he did, wondering how they were going to afford yet another trip. He could feel the tubes clogging his throat all over again; hear the incessant beeping of the machines around him. Could see his mother in the bed he belonged in; see as she and not he was provided little comfort or refuge by the sterile white sheets. He was reminded of how she would take his hand and tell him that everything was going to be alright because she had raised him to be strong and independent.

He forced another deep breath through his mouth, fighting the clenching throat muscles and rising nausea. Steve didn’t want to think of that, the air around him luckily musty, a stark contrast to the smell of cleaning agents and chloroform and alcohol that haunted the halls of most hospitals. Breathing deeply, he purposely filled his nostrils with the stench of musk and sweat.

Covering his eyes, pressing the palms deeply into the sockets, he did his best to block out the light. There was a hum of deep chatter amongst the inmates, and he let the noises lull him into his head.

Steve missed the forties. He missed the long, angular lines of the cars and the smell of their exhaust. He missed the never ending buzz of life happening on the streets that used to keep him up at night but now pressed him into a warm slumber. He missed his old apartment with its familiar scents of burnt plaster and the sodium bicarbonate from a fire extinguisher that he could never quite get out of the walls and carpet. He missed the food Bucky would either make or bring home for them because Steve was no longer allowed in the kitchen after almost burning their apartment down while trying to make breakfast for an overnight guest he’d invited over. He missed those acquaintances he made and the small amount of friendships he was able to form. He missed Bucky; he missed his ma. He missed Tony.

Jesus.

It had only been a few days, but he missed Tony more than his capacity to express. Being on the other side of that door again just felt so damn wrong. All he wanted to do was scream and cry and basically plead to be let back in, but Tony wanted him out.

Wanted him gone

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[my-emotional-self]

Pretending (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2,478

Rating: R (Mature)

Warnings: Angst, SMUTTY GOODNESS

Summary: After years of being abused by your parents, and having your heart broken by many boyfriends, you decided enough was enough. No strings attached was your new motto. After having sex with Steve, you pretended it was nothing.  He doesn’t like that so he confronts you.  

 When Nick Fury approached you to become a part of the Avengers, he didn’t quite like your reaction. You had doubled over with laughter, clutching your stomach as your eyes glossed over with tears because of it. He had to be kidding right?  When you were finished with your laughing fit, you had in fact seen, that Nick Fury was not kidding.  

Wanda and Pietro weren’t the only ones who survived Wolfgang von Strucker’s testing; you did too.  But your story was a different story than theirs. You didn’t volunteer as a subject to be tested on.  Nope, not you.  You were kidnapped while backpacking through Sokovia.  

Your home life was not very satisfying growing up, and when you moved out when you turned 18, things only got worse.  Like most families, yours seemed normal on the outside, but it was not so pretty on the inside.  Your parents were drunks and they loved to take out their anger on you, letting you know you were never good enough.  From an early age, you had learned to build a wall around yourself to protect you.  It got worse when you left, as guy after guy used and abused you too.  You had decided to finally put your life into gear, and take charge.  Instead of letting guys walk all over you, you made sure to not get attached, no matter how good looking or perfect they seemed.

Backpacking through Sokovia was somewhat of your way of finding yourself, and redeeming your life. But just your luck, Hydra kidnapped you, and tested on you like you were some kind of caged animal.  You weren’t in there as long as the twins were, and so your powers weren’t fully developed all the way.  Strucker’s idea for you was to enhance your memory, so you could learn and understand things on a much faster rate.  His other focus was to make you somewhat like Rogue from X-Men; being able to take on somebody else’s powers.  But the Avengers found out where Strucker was hiding and put a stop to everything before it could be completed.  

You were still in Sokovia when Ultron tried to destroy it, and Captain America was the one who saved you. A month later, Fury found you and did his best to try and convince you to join the Avengers.  You had to admit, he did a pretty good job, but you knew you weren’t needed there.  Your powers were only half developed; you didn’t even know how to use them!  It was actually Tony Stark who was the one that was able to convince you to join.  Tony and his fucking mouth, using his big words is what hooked you.  Your brain was craving knowledge, and well, Tony persuaded you.

It had been a smooth year with your transition into being an Avenger.  You worked very closely with Dr. Banner and Tony that first year; they helped you to harness your enhanced memory and your mind felt alive for the first time.  While your brain was properly function with so much knowledge, your eyes wandered a bit; particularly to Steve Rogers’ ass.  Damn, that man had a fine behind!  

~~~

“OH FUCK” you screamed as Steve’s hand found your throbbing clit as his teeth scraped against your exposed throat.  Your body felt on fire; Steve’s touch igniting every inch of you into flames. Breathy moans escaped your lips as his skillful hands pinched you nub, eliciting a cry of pleasure from your throat. His lips frantically seized yours, the kiss full of passion and want.  Your tongues battled and intertwined as neither of you wanted to back down.  

Steve’s lengthy finger slipped into your soaking core and back out, smearing your juices around.  His mouth left yours as he kissed down your chest and stomach, leaving a fiery trail in his path.  The second his mouth found your nub, you jerked forward, wanting and needing more. Steve got the hint as he plunged two fingers into you.  He found your sweet spot rather soon and you had to give him props for that.  “Fuck Steve don’t stop” you purred, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as you felt your release coming.  He sucked hard on your button and it sent you over the edge, falling into a blissful orgasm.  Your hands fisted his hair as you screamed his name over and over.  

Coming down from your high, you raised your head to see Steve standing at the end of the bed, taking his clothes off.  His eyes were as dark as night, the lust evident in them as they roamed over your body.  Your mouth went dry from the look he gave you as your body involuntarily shuddered; the wetness between your legs dripping down your thighs as you rose to your knees.

Seductively crawling towards Steve, you bit your lip as you took in his thick, lengthy, throbbing dick.  You peered up to him through your long eyelashes as you gave him a smirk. Grabbing the base of his cock, Steve let out an animalistic growl.  Your hands gently teased him, running up and down the length of his smooth silky member. Your thumb traced over his tip, smudging his pre-cum all around.  Steve’s hand fisted your hair as he hissed, “Y/N” in a warning tone, his dominant tone that turned you on to no avail.

Your mouth devoured his cock in one swift motion as you hollowed your cheeks, tongue teasing the underside of his shaft.  Bobbing your head back and forth, you thrived on being able to make Steve crumble under your touch.  You gently cupped his balls in one of your hands and Steve jerked into your mouth at your ministration.  “Fuck Y/N, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop right now!”

Letting Steve’s dick go from your mouth with a pop, you raised up on your knees as you threw your arms over his neck.  With the little force you had, Steve gave in and the two of you tumbled back onto the bed.  Hitching your leg over his hip, you turned so you were on top, straddling him.  You ground down onto him, back and forth, working yourself up again as Steve’s hands caressed your bare thighs.  Both your and Steve’s breathy moans echoed around the room.  

Lifting your hips up, you grasped his cock, teasing your wet folds a little before finally sinking down onto him.  Your head fell back at how intense it felt to feel so full. Leaning down, you bit Steve’s neck gently as you began to ride him.  “You feel so good Steve” you cried out as his dick hit you in just the right way. Looking down, it appeared that Steve was holding back.  “Don’t hold back Captain” you moaned, biting your lip in a teasing way.  

That was all it took before Steve squeezed your hips hard as he turned you over so he was on top.  He took control, just the way you wanted, as he pounded furiously into you. You were 100% sure you would have bruises tomorrow, but you didn’t care.  The Captain side of Steve was the biggest turn on you ever had in your life. Both of you glistened with sweat at Steve’s furious pace; your nails scratching down his back as you felt your peak coming.  “Cum with me Y/N” Steve growled out.  His words giving you all the encouragement to let go, falling into a blackout as your orgasm splintered through your body.  Your walls clenched tightly around Steve as you felt his pace stutter, his seed filling you up as you both cried out each other’s names.    

~~~

Your mind continued to replay the night you and Steve had sex, and you were torn.  You could sense that he liked you, more than just a fuck buddy or friends with benefits kind of deal.  Naturally, you liked Steve too, a bit too much for your liking.  But you didn’t want to go back on your promise to yourself, about keeping men at bay.  You had been screwed over one too many times and you swore you wouldn’t get attached again.  Yet, deep down, this felt different; Steve was different.

After a long and relaxing shower, you decided to keep your word to yourself.  Steve would be nothing but a fuck buddy, if anything, to you, no matter how bad you wanted him to be more.  You wouldn’t do anything to get yourself emotionally hurt again; to feel your heart shatter into a million pieces like it had been done many times before.    

~~~

“She still pretending like it didn’t happy?” Bucky asked Steve as the two of them were out for their afternoon jog.  Steve let out a depleted sigh as he shook his head, “I don’t know what to do Buck.  It was seriously the best sex I’ve ever had. And we’ve gotten really close this last year.  I know she has some emotional issues with her past and shit, but I don’t know how to get her to open up to me about this.  I want her for my own” he concluded, looking defeated.  

“Just talk to her Steve. Get her alone and make sure she doesn’t get away.  You are our Captain after all, so use that leverage” Bucky encouraged as he gave Steve a wink, causing him to chuckle.  Steve thought about it throughout the rest of his job, determined to get you to open up to him.  At one point, you had let your walls down briefly as you talked about your past to Steve, and he loved seeing that vulnerable side of you; it’s what made him fall in love with you.  He wanted, no needed, for you to see that, no matter what it took.  

~~~

Consistent knocking on your door awoke you from your nap.  Silently cursing the person who woke you up, you slowly got up from bed. “Y/N” Steve’s voice took you by surprise on the other side of the door and you froze, “Open up, we need to talk.” Fuckfuckfuckfuck, your inner monologue screamed to you.  You can do this Y/N, just play it cool, act like it was nothing, like nothing happened, you encouraged yourself silently as you walked to your door and opened it.  

“Steve, what can I do for you?” you questioned, your voice cool.  Steve side-stepped you and walked into your bedroom.  You rolled your eyes, “please, come on in” you stated sarcastically. As you turned around, you could see the tension rolling off of Steve as he stared at you, taking in your appearance. You were wearing a tight tank top and a pair of sleep shorts that barely did anything to cover your legs.  

“Well” you stated in annoyance, “what did you want to talk about?”  Steve stood there, folding his arms across his expanse chest before letting out deep sigh.  “Are you just going to walk around forever, as if nothing happened?” he started off calmly. You gave him a shrug, “Nothing did happen Steve.  It was just sex.  No strings attached.  Nothing new for me.”  

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen Y/N, because guess what?  It did!” Steve’s voice got a little louder, and you could tell he was getting upset with you.  He had every right to be, you kind of just bailed on him after the two of you had sex a couple weeks ago.  You knew deep down, he was looking for more than just sex.  You did too, you wanted more out of it, but you refused to get hurt by another man, even as perfect as Steve seemed, he could still hurt you and leave you one day.  

Rolling your eyes at him, you turned your back, ready to walk out your door.  “Where do you think you’re going?” he barked as his hand grabbed your arm, spinning you around so you were backed up against the wall.  You lowered your head, too afraid to meet his gaze. “We’re just friends Steve, you and me” you said quietly, barely above a whisper.  His hands gripped your hips tightly, “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it” he growled out, his breath tickling your ear.

It was happening again, your heart was taking over your mind as tears started to escape your eyes. You were scared, so scared, to let Steve know your true feelings for him.  So scared that one day, while you thought everything was going perfect and the two of you were blissfully happen, he would up and leave you, breaking your heart. You didn’t think you could handle another heartbreak; didn’t think you could bounce back from another one. Steve’s calloused hands cupped your face, causing you to look up at him.  “Please don’t cry.  I can’t stand to see you cry” he said softly, brushing your falling tears off your face.

“You know what I think,” Steve said in a warm tone, “I think you’re afraid to be happy.”  Ding Ding Ding!  Steve got it right.  Sirens went off in your head as you realized, for the first time in your life, Steve was the first person to actually notice anything about you.  He actually paid attention to the true you, found out who you really were, and how you pretend like things don’t matter to you, when they really do.  

Letting go of the breath you were hold, you gazed into his cerulean eyes, your heart fluttering as his eyes bore into yours.  “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the shit out of me” you declared, your voice small.  Steve’s eyes widened at your revelation, his lips tugging up.  “There she is.  There is my Y/N” Steve replied before his lips found yours in a searing kiss.  His soft pert lips molded to yours perfectly as you let him take over.  This kiss was different from when you two previously kissed.  This was more passionate, full of emotion; emotion you had pent up over the last year.  

Realizing you both needed to breathe at some point; Steve pulled his lips away, a smile appearing on his face.  “Yours huh?” you questioned with a grin of your own.  “If you’ll have me that is.  You’re not the only one in love Y/N” Steve said as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “just talk to me alright?  We’ll get through this, I promise.”

Steve’s words sunk in deep to your core.  You were nervous, that much was true; but you were done shutting people out, done shutting Steve out.  You didn’t want to admit it, but he had your heart from the day you met him.  Taking a leap of faith, you reach up to connect your lips again, making it clear what your answer was.

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[ao3feed-stucky]

Jealousy

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2hEfImp

by thefangirl2002

Jealousy. That's all Steve Rogers felt around Bucky Barnes. Why? Because he loves him. He just knows Bucky would never feel the same way.

Words: 635, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America (1944), Captain America: The First Avenger - Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Connie, Bonnie, Other random girls

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Steven Rogers/James Buchanan Barnes

Additional Tags: Kind of angsty?, This is my first fanficion on here, i'm trash for stucky, Stucky - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2hEfImp

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[ao3feed-stevebucky]

Jealousy

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2fptoRx

by thefangirl2002

Jealousy. That's all Steve Rogers felt around Bucky Barnes. Why? Because he loves him. He just knows Bucky would never feel the same way.

Words: 635, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America (1944), Captain America: The First Avenger - Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Connie, Bonnie, Other random girls

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Steven Rogers/James Buchanan Barnes

Additional Tags: Kind of angsty?, This is my first fanficion on here, i'm trash for stucky, Stucky - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2fptoRx

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[allandoflimbo]

Take It Back - Official Soundtrack

As promised to my lovely readers on AO3, and now my new readers here on Tumblr, here is the official soundtrack for Phase 1 (Chapters 1 - 17 of TIB). : )

You can read it here if you haven’t:

Take It Back on Tumblr | Take It Back on AO3 

Summary: About five years ago, a one night stand with Y/N tore Bucky’s life apart. It was also the night before his wedding. Now he’s married to her sister and she needs a place to stay.

Spotify official link to soundtrack: TIB Soundtrack

Poetry - Wrabel

Crash Into Me - Dave Matthews Band

Chance - Five For Fighting

Apologize - One Republic

Lost In The Moment - NF, Andreas Moss

Here’s to the Night - Eve 6

Drops of Jupiter - Train

Superman - Five For Fighting

On The Other Side - Augustana

If You Could Only See -Tonic

Solider- Fleurie

Starlight - Jai Wolf, Mr Gabriel

Alone Made Of Ice - Maldito

Still Falling For You - Ellie Goulding

Breathe - Lauv

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

Come Away With Me - Norah jones

What Goes Around/ Comes Around - Justin Timberlake 

Chariot - Jacob Lee

Never Let Me Go - Florence + The Machine

Wait - m83

The River Has Run Wild - Mads Langer 

Gravity - Sara Bareilles

Once again, I just want to thank everyone who has left me so much support the last few months. Thank you.

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