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somedayonbroadway · 1 month

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Hi! I've been watching WandaVision, and the next episode will be the last I think, so I was wondering if you could do a WandaVision AU?

Yeeeee this is such an old ask but I am rewatching the show because I love it so much.

Sorry for such a late reply, anon.

WandaVision AU

Jack Kelly as Wanda

David Jacobs as Vision

Racetrack Higgins as Ralph/Pietro

Crutchie Morris as Monica

Albert DaSilva as Jimmy Woo

JoJo as Darcy Lewis

Mike and Ike as Billy and Tommy

Joseph Pulitzer as Agatha

I absolutely love the idea of this AU. I debated for a very long time about who I wanted to make Wanda. It was between Jack and Race, as it often is, and I was leaning towards Race for a long time but I think Jack makes more sense in the part.

Jack would’ve grown up with his baby brother, Racer. The two of them lived in Sokovia when they were young, with their parents who were later killed by a missile while the kids were trapped in the debris for over two days, able to see what remained of their parents bodies. Unknown to them at the time, Jack was born with miraculous powers of a witch and is immensely powerful. When they were kids, Jack loved watching sitcoms to escape from the horrors of the world.

Jack grows fiercely protective of his brother after their parents are taken from them. The two of them grow up protesting against the industry that killed their parents until they are basically tricked into Hydra’s experiments of the Mind Stone. These experiments are painful to Jack, amplifying his magic that he was only acutely aware of. This mind stone also gives Race the power of speed and opens a psychic connection between Jack and Race so they can communicate without speaking, making them all that much closer and more dependent on each other. Of the hundreds of people taken into this experiment, Jack and Race are the only survivors.

When the head of that experiment asks the brothers to help fight against the avengers, Jack goes immediately to get revenge on who he deems responsible for his parents’ death. His role is planting nightmarish visions into the heads of his victims to lead to their downfall, whether that means weakening them and scaring them enough to attack or forcing them to kill themselves to end the nightmare. He then helps with the creation of Ultron, who he is lead to believe will bring lasting peace, however, among looking into the machine’s mind, Jack finds that Ultron is planning the extinction of humanity and convinces Race that they need to turn against him.

After seeking help from the avengers, specifically a very skilled archer by the name of Bryan Denton, a very scared and traumatized Jack fights back against Snyder, the man who forced experimental practices on him and his brother, and Ultron.

However, as Ultron is attacking Sokovia, and Jack is guarding what could be a machine of global destruction, Race, who is also taken under Denton’s wing, shields him from being shot while the man is trying to get a young child back to his mother. Race is shot six times and saves Denton’s life by sacrificing his own.

A physical pain takes over Jack when he senses the loss of his brother, who is really the only person he’s ever had. He is unable to breathe for a full minute before he goes after Ultron personally and manages to destroy him.

David, a version of technology that had been destroyed by Ultron and recovered, saves Jack’s life despite Jack walking back into the collapsing city to sit by his brother’s body.

Jack is invited to train with the avengers after this, despite the overwhelming grief and Davey grows closer and closer to him as he is learning how to be human and Jack is relearning how to live without a psychic connection with his brother.

Before long, Jack and David fall for each other and begin to live a life together, desperate to be a happy, normal couple, but as the fate of the world is threatened, are forced to come back and fight with the avengers.

However, Jack discovers that David’s soul is made of the very same stone that created Race’s powers and their psychic link and it is a stone that the world’s attacker is after.

Jack tries to remove us peacefully without hurting David, but as they run out of time, David assures him that he must take it and destroy it, which would surely kill him. After delaying as much as he could, Jack is forced to take the stone and crush it before the alien creature can get ahold of it. However, the time stone allows the alien to rewind time, kill David in front of Jack again, forcing Jack to watch his pain as he takes the stone and wins anyway.

Jack can only scream and hold the body of his love before he falls victim to The Blip and fades away to dust.

When Jack is brought back, Denton takes him in, knowing the kid had lost everything he’d ever had and known.

Then, one day, Jack wakes up in a life he’d always dreamed of, and can’t remember anything before. He is happily married with his husband, Davey and as far as he knows, that’s how it’s always been.

Jack had unknowingly released chaos magic and has painfully forced an entire society into playing roles in a real life sitcom. He tries to allow himself to be happy despite knowing that something is wrong. However, he is aware of his and his husband’s power.

After simply talking about having kids, Jack ends up pregnant, which is a complete shock to him, but doesn’t seem to surprise anyone else, other than David, as Jack shouldn’t be able to get pregnant. Yet after only a few days, he becomes fully pregnant, he gives birth to two identical twins, Michael and Isaac with the help of a neighbor named Charlie who walks with a limp and a cane. After delivering the babies, Charlie seems dazed and confused and asks Jack about Race dying at Ultron’s hand and David being killed in front of him twice, but to protect his new life, Jack telekinetically casts Charlie out of his carefully created world which Jack can recall only for a moment is the result of his own magical enslavement of the town.

After repairing his perfect home, Jack holds his sons and waits for David to come home. They only get to revel in the sight of their children for a short while before the children begin to rapidly age themselves up. Jack is amazed by this as Mike is revealed to have magic very similar to his own and Ike is a speedster just like Race. But as time continues and SWORD continues to try and disrupt Jack’s crafted reality, Jack exits his world to confront them, telling them that if they threaten his perfect world again, they will be sorry. Though Jack still isn’t aware of exactly how he created this world, he knows that everyone he needs is there and he won’t let anyone get in the way of that again.

He goes back home only to find David distraught as his husband has accidentally freed someone from Jack’s control and found that Jac is causing them immense pain. Jack starts explaining that he feels that same pain everyday and this is the only cure for that. Still David insists he stop, though he does tell Jack he loves him and he knows it will be hard.

Almost considering letting go, Jack is interrupted by a knock at the door, opening it to find none other than his baby brother waiting for him outside the door, looking happy and healthy and safe and Jack knows he can’t let that go.

Jack confides in Race, telling him he has no idea what he’s done. He can’t remember anything other than being alone, hurting and angry and all of the sudden, he was here where everyone he ever loved was.

Race comforts him, telling him that maybe it was a second chance.

But Jack can feel that something is wrong as David escapes the town to try and get help for the people, only resulting in starting to die. So Jack, feeling this, expands the boundaries of the town, retrapping Charlie and also getting Albert and JoJo.

Jack starts to lose control of the reality he created and Charlie tries to talk him down but Pulitzer, Jack’s next door neighbor who’d been his friend since beginning, takes him to his house where he reveals that he’s taken Mike and Ike and forces Jack to relive the moment where he took control of the town. The pain of reliving coming back and having no one brings Jack to his knees and he’s unable to lash out as Pulitzer reveals that Jack is the legendary Scarlet Witch, a reincarnation of a Witch that has been around since the beginning of time.

But as Pulitzer tells Jack he’s going to get rid of the kids because they’re not real, Jack fights back, feeling deep down that in some universe, those were his children.

While fighting, Pulitzer frees the town from Jack's hold, revealing to him that he’d accidentally trapped them inside their own grief and nightmares that they relived over and over again while playing their parts in his perfect world. Jack is horrified by this and loses control of his power again, nearly choking all the residents to death. He manages to stop himself and restore the town, letting the people go, but Davey and Race and Mike and Ike begin to disappear before his eyes. So he puts his hex back up in a desperate attempt to save his family.

As SWORD is able to rush into the town, Jack is able to take down Pulitzer by trapping him in his persona that he took in Jack’s dream. Charlie is able to talk Jack down and Jack is forced to say goodbye to his husband, brother and sons and promises Charlie to understand his powers.

Jack is distraught and seeks out the Darkhold that he begins to study.

However he begins to hear the screams of his two boys, Race and David and knows he can’t live without them…

Please please let me know if you wanna see anything written out from this AU!

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p1dge · 5 months

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What if...

He always had more than one curse.

Sure, the canary curse was bad, Jimmy was tired of always dying first and getting mocked for it. Of getting called a Canary. That curse affected him, and him alone, in ways that other people could never understand.

But maybe that's why he never realized They really liked picking on him. His other curse never affected him, so why would he care?

Why would he even know?

He never sticked around enough as a ghost to see the effect his death would have on his allies.

He never sticked around enough to see them loose their minds.

Let me explain...

It all started back in 3rdLife when Scott lost his mind and became extremely vengeful after the death of his husband. He wanted one thing and one thing only: make the people that killed Jimmy pay for it. He wanted Skizz dead; and Skizz dead he got. He wanted Ren and Martyn dead; and dead he tried to get them. But he failed.

He himself said that Joel would have most likely failed when trying to take on the two alone, even with his army of dogs, so he decided to help him.

But when Joel died he didn't give up. He still gave chase to Martyn.

And he died.

And he gave it another try. Alone.

He knew that was a foolish idea, and yet he went to try and retrive his stuff, ready to fight them if needed.

Then was Martyn's and the Southeners' turn.

The group didn't stick together after he and Mumbo died one right after the other.

Impulse and Grian rarely passed by the Southlands, but Martyn didn't leave.

Martyn never found the strength to leave.

He still voiced Mumbo's intros and kept the joke going even if no one was there to see it.

He stayed there, acting as if the only ones to not be there were the two other people still alive.

He talked to the ghosts of his friends.

Then came Tango.

He was somehow lucky enough to be spared from loosing his mind.

After all the Canary dragged him down with him.

But that didn't stop him from waiting for Jimmy in the after life, knowing he wouldn't come.

When it came to Joel in LimitedLife it was evident that something was severely wrong.

He was already inclined to losing his mind when reaching his red life, everyone knew it. But that time he was way more reckless than he usually would have been.

Recklessness is one thing. Stupidity is another.

And exposing himself to the rest of the server during a fight, in a desperate attempt to get more time was definitely stupid.

And now it's Martyn's turn all over again.

Which is funny if you think about it.

None of his previous allies were foolish enough to closely ally with Jimmy again. But he was.

He allied with Jimmy again and he's loosing his mind again.

He already lost his mind.

He can't stand hearing the other players laughing about his allies' death. And you could think: but who could?

No one, of course. But doesn't his reaction seem a little too... extreme? Even for the one who decided to turn on his own ally back in Limited Life to win?

Back there he had a reason to act the way he did. He wanted to win. But now? Now there's no actual reason other than wanting to avenge his ally.

And at that comes the question again: wasn't his reaction a little too extreme?

#long post #like really long post #i didn't mean to make it this long i promise #but i realized this and i needed to make a post about it #i have no clue what this curse could be called #but you cannot tell me this doesn't make sense somehow #secret life #secretlife smp #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #canary curse #p1dg3 thought

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thevindicativevordan · 10 months

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Comics this week ?

rezonan asked: What did you think about Ultimate Invasion #1? I thought it was pretty good and just barely justified the 9 dollars. 6160 man so excited

A great week all around for comic books! How nice to read good stories featuring both of my two favorite guys, Superman and Hulk.

Superman #5 - Another great issue, particularly for Jimmy who came off cool and competent, loved the shot of him donning his own jet pack and flying off with Superman to save the day, that's my pal! Williamson managed to win me over on a Silver Banshee who isn't a villain (for now). I've been leery about "redeeming" villains lately. Don't really see the point since all it does is further cut down on Superman's Rogues Gallery when he desperately needs for them to get used more not less. Banshee and Jimmy are cute enough together, and Marilyn Moonlight seems cool enough to stick around and take Banshee's place, that I've decided to get on board. Really it was seeing Banshee wear a bow tie on a date night with Jimmy that did it, who can resist the bow ties?

World's Finest #16 - Enjoyed this issue more than the rest of the arc, the Green Arrow/Batman banter was funny.

Nightwing #105 - A fantastic art showcase for Redondo. Oh hey and Heartless does actually show up again finally, so credit to Taylor for showing he isn't just sitting around doing nothing.

Wonder Woman #800 - Picked this up just for King's story and I'm on board for his WW run. First WW issue I've read in ages that left me eager to get my hands on the next issue. Nice feeling to have with regards to WW, haven't felt that way since Rucka.

Superboy #3 - Interesting twist to have the Cosmoteers potentially be new villains for Conner rather than friends. Forcing Conner to fight an evil/amoral version of the archetypes he was teammates with on YJ is a cool creative decision.

Vigil #2 - Another great issue even if it leaves me with more questions than answers. Love getting details on Indian conspiracy theories, that's an aspect of other cultures that you don't get in Western textbooks.

Cyborg #2 - Dropped. Take a look at the list, at this point I need a book to either be great or have a personal investment in the character to justify the cost, and Cyborg doesn't check either box.

Black Adam #12 - What an odd, odd book this ended up being. A story all about how there is no redemption for Black Adam, greenlit for synergy with The Rock's movie which starred an Adam who could barely be called a "villain", now ends long after the Adam movie flopped and killed the DCEU. The Adam parts I liked a lot, the Malik parts I didn't enjoy anywhere near as much. Much like the movie, I don't see this book leaving much of a legacy, but Priest did at least write a believable way for Adam to transition out of his anti-hero era and back to being a villain. Will the next writers to tackle Adam acknowledge what Priest did? Maybe Waid will.

Ultimate Invasion #1 -

This was the good shit my fellow Hickmaniacs. Not HoX/PoX tier but absolutely reminding me of Hickman's Avengers and Ultimates. Of course I grinned at seeing "Earth 6160", perfect number designation, if that's the Earth which will be the one Hickman is using for the relaunch then this is indeed a proper reboot for the Ultimate line. Theory time: Maker chose this Earth because this is a world that doesn't have a Reed Richards. Hickman might even make it the Earth that Doom got his Sue from in Secret Wars, their origin had Dr. Franklin Storm in Reed's place, and I could see Maker wanting this Earth partly to spite 616 Reed for crying over that Sue on Battleworld. Maker's already prevented 6160 from having a Spider-Man, and it looks like he's going to prevent the other heroes from forming too. I'm dying to know what he's going to do to the Sue, Johnny, and Ben of this world if my theory is correct.

I predict that the ending of Ultimate Invasion will be 6160 getting rebooted to undo Maker's changes, and 616 Reed is going to fold Maker into this Earth's history somehow, rebooting him back to being Mr. Fantastic. The problem the Illuminati have with Maker is that they can't kill him and they can't keep him locked up, meaning they have to find another way to deal with him. Given this was kicked off in part by 616 Reed admitting he would like to erase Maker, I think the ending will be 616 Reed realizing that's the wrong approach and instead opts to try and redeem Maker. That would also explain rumors that there's going to be a lot more interaction between 616 and 6160 than there was with 1610. 6160 becomes Maker's prison, and the 616 Illuminati keep watch to ensure he doesn't fall back into being a villain again.

Incredible Hulk #1 - Shocker I know but I liked this. Great Southern Gothic atmosphere thanks to Klein's art, and PKJ is directly following up on Ewing while also taking advantage of the Banner/Hulk reset that Cates did. Seeing Betty under Eldest's control was surprising, I did not expect her to be in the first issue but I'm happy she's back. Eager to dive into this monster mythos surrounding the Mother of Horrors that PKJ is creating, Hulk vs. Man-Thing is a fantastic matchup that I don't think has ever been done before.

Scarlet Witch Annual - Orlando handled the MCU synergy very well. Agatha is straight up MCU-ified now, no real way to avoid that after the popularity of Wandavision, but he did a good job acknowledging Agatha's previous history with Wanda and at least tried to reconcile the differences between the two takes.

Avengers #2 - Plotwise this remains great, characterwise it's clear McKay is still finding his footing in terms of juggling the cast. Writes a great Black Panther though, so at least T'Challa is finally getting treated with respect. Too bad that only happens outside his solo.

#weekly reviews #ultimate invasion

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incorrectpizza · 2 years

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#8, 9, 19, 26, 37, and 38 for the MCU asks?

8. Overhated/Underrated character - Prior to WandaVision, this would've been a super easy answer for me because I've liked Darcy for significantly longer than she was cool. Now, though, I feel like she gets a good bit of love. So...Clint? I hoped getting his own series would've made him more popular but it seems like he's still treated second-rate as far as the main Avengers crew goes. :(

9. Favorite fight scene - I have a confession to make...I don't like fight scenes. Generally speaking, I hate the MCU's tendency to end every movie in an over-the-top psychedelic CGI fistfight. So my favorites tend to be the quieter ones, the ones that offer a bit of character development along with the blood and smashing. So the fight scenes that aren’t so much fight scenes as important character beats where people happen to throw a few punches are the ones I like most. The first examples that come to my mind are Clint vs Natasha in Endgame and Clint vs Yelena in the Hawkeye finale.

19. Characters you wish would interact more - Okay so they haven't interacted at all yet, but I am absolutely desperate for Kate Bishop and Peter Parker to meet. They're presumably both vigilante heroes in NY now, and it feels like there's a lot of potential for goofy mayhem. As far as characters we’ve already seen together - I need more Darcy, Jimmy, and Monica.

26. A random headcanon for a character of your choice - After No Way Home and until he reunites with Ned, Peter can't watch Star Wars. It's too painful.

37. A future project you're the most excited for - Tbh, Black Widow, No Way Home and Multiverse of Madness were my most anticipated Phase 4 movies, and Hawkeye my most anticipated show, and now that they're all over I'm kind of meh on the announced future projects. That being said, I'm looking forward to Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantomania - if the release date holds, I’ll have to wait a week or so but I’ll get to see it over Spring Break, hopefully with friends! And I’m sure I’ll hype myself up for other things as we get more info. I’m really curious to see where certain characters are going to show up next. :)

38. Favorite and least favorite villain - I thought about this for two days and couldn’t come up with a decent answer. But all that thinking did inspire a post I’ll get around to making in the next day or two. :)

Thanks for the asks! Sorry they weren’t answered sooner but it’s been a beast of a week.

#ask game #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #darcy lewis #clint barton #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #kate bishop #peter parker #jimmy woo #monica rambeau #ned leeds #spider man: no way home #hawkeye #wandavision

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nutsaboutbirds · 2 years

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“i think i’m losing myself again.” from bucky

𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 : 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 : 𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 & 𝚜𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙 : 𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝚜𝚝, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : 𝚜𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚜𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚌. 𝚌𝚌 : @spectoral

when sam looks at him -- christ, bucky, buck. 'your pal'. it still feels borrowed to call him that.

but ‘james’ belongs to nat he’s seen the way girl can shed the gloom with a single word. sam can’t take that. jim? too old and too young at the same time, that man ain't a jim or a jimmy, despite the stories that boom out of sergeant dugan's mouth.

jamie? maybe, if he wanted to sound like he was calling out to some kind of cali based surfer dude with a puka shell necklace that thinks flip flops are an appropriate alternative to proper footwear. he could be that guy, sam supposes. right kind age and build and beauty. if anyone could shed the skin of one life to find another, it's [ ... ] he's lived so many before, what's one more? maybe he should. least that life wouldn't be this. the danger and the anguish and the things that just don’t stop. but he wouldn't, the same thing ( responsibility. duty. grief. ) that drags sam in would wash him back upon eastern shores like some kind of message in a bottle, as if he had never even left. least sam hopes it would because he can't be the only one left. he just can't. he can't be on his own.

he knows several guys that go by their middle name after the gift of their father's mantle becomes either too burdensome or too confusing but barnes' parents’, in a hilarious twist of ironic patriotism, named him after a president and buchanan isn't the kind of name you can call anyone, especially not in their line of work. [ what, so, they're in a fire fight, bogged down by bullets and bombfire, and he's meant to go calling after buchanan! ? too many damn syllables. ]

barnes. he's been calling him that alot lately, & pretends he doesn’t catch the looks, with his brows sloped in confusion, trying to figure out if sam's forgotten his name or ... something else. but it wouldn't be unusual for guys like them, military men, men in command. hell, there's guys he served with who completely shed whatever their mother's called them from the moment of enlistment to discharge.

but sam doesn’t know where barnes’ stands . . . will he join the avengers? sam hasn’t asked, though he’s had chances over the heads of half empty beer bottles. it’s too much like asking for his future. it’s too much like giving out an order.

so they aren’t colleagues, that leaves them as ... to be determined.

sam struggles to give him a name, let alone their relationship. it makes no sense : they're connected through ghosts with no other bonds to bind them together. their world has no clear lines of demarcation which so bleeds heavily into their personal lives that what once seemed to be level ground is as unstable as the air he walks. it isn't fair to rest that uncertainty on a man who has so little stability, already. to let him see the doubt and guilt that sam gets from thinking bucky of his own.

all his knows is these things: they've tried to kill each other, once. bucky may still leave, one day. they've only got each other. sam thinks he'd wait for him if he did. most of all, he hates the folorn look haunting his eyes.

it's easier to consider him steve's old friend or natasha's old flame because the question he desperately wonders about - is who the hell is bucky to me?

whoever bucky needs him to be.

❝ look. shit. i know i'm not steve and - i'm not tryna be, i know i can't match up but. i had your back, too. i was there, too. i was the one on your trail most of the time.

❝ so : if you get a little lost, i can find you, again. i can help you get back to you. even if what you're losing is ... just knowing what to do tomorrow. i'll be there. 'cause ---- i like to think we're friends. or we could be. but i've got your back, okay? & you've got my heart, y'can't go too far with that. ❞

#INBOX.#spectoral #spectoral / bucky.#this is mmmmm gross #VERSE / HOMECOMING.

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randombush3 · 2 years

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Sunshine.

Yelena Belova x Reader.

Warnings: death, mentions of violence, mentions of sex

She had told you not to do it. “Y/n,” she’d said, frustrated. You hardly listened to her. “It’s not worth it, it’s not worth the risk.” At your obvious effort to ignore her, she had begun to beg, standing in your way, a hand on your shoulder. “Please, крошка.” Her voice became hoarse with each quiet attempt to keep you with her. To keep you alive.

And you’d answered, “oh, fuck you, Lena.” Bitterly.

“I know it isn’t fair. I know!” Fairness didn’t matter anymore. You were going to kill them all, if it was the last thing you did. Yelena didn’t get a say in where you pointed your gun. “You’re making a mistake.”

You are my sunshine.

You left by the cover of darkness. Frost grew over the windows, Yelena staying warm under the safety of your duvet. The patterns of ice made you pause for one moment as you watched the crystals grow. “I’ll be back by morning,” you whispered. She didn’t hear.

My only sunshine.

Years ago, when you’d first met Yelena, she was an arrogant bitch who told you she’d never crave intimacy. The first punch you threw at her was to make her feel that way: cocky, complacent. It worked. She neglected to watch you carefully enough to see the knife you’d pulled on her. Consequences of her own actions.

After that fight, when she was trying to find it in her to breathe, you picked her up, took her to your place. She was a right pain to stitch up, protesting in between her retching and gasping, but you managed. You didn’t tell mission control about that, though.

You make me happy…

She had stayed with you for two days, until your gun was in her hands and she was shouting “I will kill you, and I won’t regret it”. You could blow on her and she’d collapse, but you let her have her fun, raising your hands up in surrender. Watching her try to make it out of the door. When she stopped, you took it back. She laughed.

When skies are grey.

“You’re not as tough as I’d thought, Belova.” Your mission wasn’t to kill her, per say. You were to get something out of her, get her to talk, find those fucking avengers. Natasha Romanoff’s sister was allowed to be collateral damage.

“I don’t know where she is.” She was desperate. She was trying not to be weaker than she’d already been.

You’ll never know, dear…

She’d finally found it in her to kiss you when she was watching you make breakfast. A month or so had passed since you failed miserably at your mission, and the assassin still hadn’t left. She could have, but she didn’t.

With a surge of confidence and the absence of a stab wound, she grabbed your face, staring into your eyes. You dropped the spatula, caring very little about the cooking eggs, hands going straight to her waist.

The kiss led to something more, something so very intimate that it became cold and harsh. It was selfish sex, where she would aim for her pleasure and you for yours, but it was sex, nonetheless, and you woke up to your hands clasped together and your legs intertwined.

How much I love you.

“I love you.” Yelena looked up, her focus of dressing your wound dissolving in your voice.

“Do you mean it?” You did, you were sure. “Well then I love you also.”

Later, you’d danced to the radio, not stopping for the bits of crackled dialogue in between Jimmie Davis. She liked the one about sunshine.

So please don’t take my sunshine away.

Yelena holds you in her arms. Or rather, she holds a body that was once you. It’s not warm anymore. It’s not her sunshine anymore. She screams.

@pewpughpew

#yelena belova fanfiction #yelena belova #yelena belova black widow #black widow #natasha romanoff #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x female reader #angst #death #reader dies #marvel #mcu #fanfiction #florence pugh fanfiction #florence pugh

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redwinterroses · 3 years

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make the metapost i crave dogwarts content ~@betweenlands

OKAY YOU ASKED FOR IT

*deep breath*

So we’re all well-aware that the rules of 3rd Life are *pirate voice* More like guidelines than actual rules. One by one, everyone just kind of… disregarded them. Which is all well and good and considering no one knew what to expect from any of this, it's not surprising at all that they'd shift their ideas and expectations and that the players would adjust how they played to match new dynamics.

But not Martyn. Even at the very end of the game, even as he’s chasing Scott across the map with Ren at his heels, Martyn says he can’t attack Scott unless Scott makes the first move.

Martyn is the honorable hand of the Red King.

And if you take this out of player-territory (of ccMartyn being a pretty by-the-rules person who’s willing to bend things and find loopholes but never to actually break them because he respects his fellow players and the game itself) and into character territory…

That’s where things get interesting

So Martyn-the-character is a wanderer at first, right? Kind of a lordless knight, out on his own. He has no kingdom, no place, no commitments. All his early alliances are casual, non-committed things. He accidentally steals from Renchanting and – though he easily could have just been like “oh, they won’t notice, it’s no big deal,” he goes back, confesses the crime, and opts to work for Ren. It feels like it starts kind of as a penance thing, but it quickly moves to true loyalty and friendship: he says that Ren gave him a home, gave him a banner to fight under, gave him a side to stand on. Ren gave him everything. And Martyn gives his everything in return.

Martyn is an all-or-nothing kind of person. His loyalty has been earned, and he will not be moved from his place. Because above all: Martyn is honorable. He doesn’t attack unprovoked, he is constantly in protection mode for his king because Ren’s safety comes above everything, he’s the first to say “our allies are requesting help, we have to go.” He makes promises and he stands by them.

Even when the world is literally burning down around them and everything is lost, he still keeps his honor. He doesn’t kill Scott, though he can see that the hobbit is wounded and desperate and poses a bigger threat in his grief over Jimmy than he’s ever been before. He doesn’t turn on Ren, even though it becomes obvious that Dogwarts is fighting a losing battle.

Martyn literally dies still attempting to protect Dogwarts, to avenge his fallen king. There’s a version of reality where the honor of the king’s Hand is broken, and he betrays Ren in the end… but that’s not the reality we got. We got a Martyn who epitomizes loyalty and honor and even sacrifice.

I have strong feelings about the honor of the Red King’s Hand, okay. Very strong feelings.

#betweenlands: i can untag you if you want me to just holler #renchanting duo my beloved #3rd life smp #inthelittlewood #martyn littlewood #dogwarts

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bamfdaddio · 3 years

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X-Men Abridged: 1977

The X-Men, those starjammin' mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. Want to unravel this tapestry? Then read the Abridged X-Men!

(X-Men 103 - 108) - written by Chris Claremont and art by Dave Cockrum, Bob Brown and John Byrne

The fabled M’Kraan Crystal, a.k.a. Everything’s a butt plug if you’re brave enough. (X-Men 107)

When we last left our X-Men, they were being pummelled into a paste by Black Tom and the Juggernaut at the ancestral Cassidy Keep. Only Nightcrawler was out of their clutches, because he was saved by elves. (All Irish keeps have elves, plz don’t question it.) Apparently, Juggernaut and Black Tom have been holding the inhabitants of the castle hostage under the orders of Eric the Red. Black Tom plans to mindrape the X-Men to lure Charles to Ireland to kill him, which… er… Wouldn’t it be easier to go back to the USA now that Charles is mostly unprotected? Most of the the X-Men are in Oire right now!

Nightcrawler incidentally discovers he turns invisible in the shadows, and it makes total sense that he only realizes this now, because they have no shadows in Germany. Eh, nobody remembers he has this power these days anyway, so! Moving briskly on!

Kurt surprises the gay villainous duo by pretending to be a surprisingly spry Xavier. (Image inducer ftw.) While trying to turn Nightcrawler into a smear of blue fuzz, Juggernaut punches through a wall, exposing Storm to the sky and releasing her from the tight grip of her claustrophobia.

Very few things fill me with more delight than seeing Storm doing loop-de-loops. (X-Men 103)

Storm frees the rest of the X-Men. In the final battle, Banshee tussles with Tom, tossing him off the ramparts and straight into the choppy ocean. Even though tossing a villain into the water is an absolutely sure-fire way to guarantee they'll survive, Juggernaut jumps in after him, desperate to save his boyfriend. Friend. Whatever.

Hilariously, the people at marvel.fandom hate this issue and plotline, saying it’s more riddled with plot holes than Swiss cheese. For example, the elves reveal Wolverine’s real name - Logan - which… “This issue implies that the leprechauns have some prior knowledge of, and even a connection to Wolverine. This plot point, however, was completely dropped and never referenced again (which is probably for the best, considering how goofy it is.)”

I mean, they’re not wrong.

So. Hey. You ready for things to get weird?

Moira has received a VAGUE BUT DISTRESSING call for help from Muir Isle. Off-screen she got upgraded to being an associate at Edinburgh University who owns a lab in Scotland. She left some dude named Jamie Madrox in charge, which - Moira, you have a Phd, you should be able to tell that Madrox is an absolute (entertaining) mess of a person.

Also super surprised that Jamie Madrox was conceived in the seventies, but whatever.

In order to check out the lab, the X-Men rent a hovercraft, which explodes just off the shore of Muir Isle.

Get a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass fuzzy. (X-Men 104)

They are beset on all sides, before being pulled into the laboratory by… MAGNETO?

Magneto accusing anybody other than Dr. Doom or Namor of all-consuming arrogance shows us that self-awareness can’t be taught. (X-Men 104)

Cyclops arrives by airplane, reuniting with the team, while also talking to Moira and Madrox. Absolutely bonkers revelations are made in the space of three pages:

Moira’s lab is a secret Mutant Research Centre. (uh…)

In the Defenders-comic, Magneto was de-aged into a baby. (...what?!)

‘Research Centre’ is a Scottish synonym for a penal colony for all kinds of dangerous mutants, like baby Magneto, Dragonfly, Unus and the mysterious Mutant-X. (...what?!)

Moira quite cavalierly experiments on prisoners and babies. She also has a machine that can manipulate age. Xavier knows and is fine with all of this. (wtf!?!?)

This is such a bonkers, messy way to rewrite both Moira and Magneto. Like, I can’t.

Eric the Red freed Magneto and then used the aging machine to turn Magneto back into an adult man at the peak of his powers. This Magneto is understandably upset at having been turned into a science lab experiment/baby and he mops the floor with the X-Men.

Cyclops makes the executive decision to flee Muir Isle, because they have no chance against Magneto and he now realizes Professor X is unprotected and probably at the mercy of Eric the Red. Wolverine calls him a big fat sissy to his face.

I kind of dig that the X-Men don't win a lot of their fights yet. They’re still treated as relatively unseasoned, especially as a team, and they don’t automatically win at the end of every story. It also gives Magneto more oomph as a villain.

Anyway, when the X-Men arrive at the mansion, they’re defeated by Firelord, Galactus’ former herald. He’s been duped into attacking them by Eric the Red. Firelord is convinced the X-Men are the villains, because Eric went with the Wounded Gazelle Gambit: he even knocked out Havok and Polaris to pretend he was attacked by our merry mutants. (Next time we see them, they’re back to their normal, non-brainwashed selves.)

In her new apartment, Jean is introducing her parents and Professor X to her new girlfriend roommate Misty Knight when princess Neramani (of, uh, space) teleports into the room. And then Firelord attacks Charles! Jean has absolutely zero chill for all of this.

I know very little about Misty Knight, but every time she appears, she responds to anything remotely surprising by drawing her gun. I assume she shoots her paper boy every morning. (X-Men 105)

The entire point of this issue is to show how big a threat Phoenix is. Claremont originally wanted to use a big name like Thor or the Silver Surfer, but editorial nixed that: they feared that it would be emasculating for a popular character to be beaten by a girl. Once again, this proves how badly the Phoenix storyline was needed. Did Jean single-handedly introduce feminism to superhero comics? I’mma say yes.

With Jean distracted and Charles teaching Lilandra English telepathically so he can woo the pretty space-lady and/or get an explanation as to why the universe is ending, Eric the Red strikes, revealing himself to be: SHAKARI.

Yeah, no, I don’t recognize the name either, but the dude’s been working on this reveal for a while, so just let him have it.

He absconds with Lilandra through the Stargate and switches it off, just as the X-Men arrive. Jean casually turns it back on and because the Professor is all, “we’ve got to save her! I mean the universe!”, the X-Men jump through the gate.

Jean’s parents are all out of wtfs to give.

We take a break from Shi´Ar shenanigans with an inconsequential filler issue, where we flashback to Xavier while he was being driven crazy by his Space Trek dreams. It’s established that Moira and Xavier are ex-lovers and that Xavier’s melodramatic subconscious wants to kill the new X-Men. (Probably not for real, but who knows.) Next!

Still a better villain than Onslaught. (X-Men 106)

Anyway, the X-Men find themselves surrounded by aliens in front of the ginormous M’Kraan Crystal. The Shi’Ar are all: ‘dafuq you’re doing here’, Cyclops is all: ‘We’re here for Lilandra’, and the Shi’Ar are all: ‘You mean our prisoner and rogue princess?’ Scott decides that gathering more information is for losers and starts blasting, triggering a fight with the Imperial Guard.

Lilandra, meanwhile, is in the hands of Shakari and her big brother, Emperor D’Ken. He releases some nebulously defined monster - a Soul Drinker - to kill Lilandra. Nightcrawler saves her from its murderous clutches by teleporting two people for the very first time. Lilandra doesn’t barf up her insides, which is apparently a test of character, and proceeds to explain what’s what.

First, she tells the X-Men that she felt Professor Xavier when he was doing the telepathic care bear attack against the Z’Nox way back in the sixties and that she felt instantly drawn to him. She also explains that she’s D’Ken’s younger sister and leading a rebellion against her mad, power hungry brother. Why is he mad? Well...

The X-Men vs. Astrology! Riveting. (Still a better villain than Onslaught.) Although, “I’m a Pisces” sounds a lot lamer than “I was born under the Nine Death Stars. (X-Men 107)

The guy in the mohawk is Gladiator, he is consistently the worst. Even when Lilandra reveals that opening that gate triggers the End of All That Is, he’s still all: “Juuust following orders.”

The Imperial Guard goes in for a smackdown, but the X-Men are fortunately saved by the Starjammers. (Space pirates, not an 80’s rock group.) They are:

Corsair, a debonair dude with one golden earring. Pretty obviously a human.

Raza, cyborg with a temper and somehow bald whilst rocking a ponytail.

Ch’od, lizard creature. Has a white fluffy spider monkey-thing that I don’t recognize and but is apparently called Waldo Ch'ee. (I pray it just got lost in Marvel history and that it doesn’t get squashed at some point. It’s adorable.)

Hepzibah, cute cat girl with a gun. Involved with Corsair, except he can’t pronounce her name so he just gave her the completely unrelated nickname Hepzibah? Dude!

Jean, having learned psychic etiquette from Charles Xavier, immediately violates their privacy and scans their minds, figuring out that Corsair is Scott’s dad. Superficial telepathic read, my ass.

Meanwhile, power builds up in the M’Kraan Crystal and the universe briefly blinks out of existence, threatening to tear open the fabric of the universe if this keeps up. To emphasize that this is a Big Honking Deal, we cut to Earth where the Avengers, Fantastic Four and Peter Corbeau (rumored to have an IQ over 200) are all: oy, did the universe just stop existing?

That’s Hank McCoy for “we’re fucked’”. Hi Jimmy Carter! (X-Men 108)

Apparently, this is the year the X-Men can’t catch a break, because after being beaten by the Juggernaut, Magneto and the Imperial Guard, they are soundly trashed by Jahf, the Guardian of the Crystal. That is, until Phoenix drops a small meteor on him. In a story beat that I really like, Jahf isn’t fazed at all: the Phoenix, despite her immeasurable power, isn’t omnipotent. Sometimes, you need a scalpel instead of a sledge hammer: it’s Banshee whose sonic scream can scramble the guardian’s circuitry.

Unfortunately, defeating the first guardian only awakens a second, stronger one, so…

Raza decides he’s had enough of this nonsense and, displaying admirable proactive problem solving skills, simply tosses D’Ken into the M’Kraan crystal. Presumably, the Crystal is annoyed at being attacked by someone who also has an unnecessary apostrophe in their name, and it lashes out, trapping everyone involved in their own personal hell. For Jean, this is apparently death, but she’s all: “Um, I was recently deceased, no big deal,” and snaps out of it.

The Phoenix reaches out the crystal, which is slowly cracking under the weight of the universe. (Same.) If it shatters, it will destroy the universe, devouring all . Think of it as a cosmic reset button. The Phoenix is its opposite, a bringer of energy and life, so it might be able to fix the crystal. Problem is, Jean has trouble remaining anchored in this reality, because she’s being absorbed by the crystal.

OKAY. SO MANY THINGS TO LOVE. Even when allied with a cosmic force, Storm proves she’s our queen. Furthermore, other than Jean/Scott, Ororo/Jean might the most fleshed out relationship among these new X-Men at this point. Their friendship is consistently a highlight.

Also, rough, rough day for Corsair. (X-Men 108)

Phoenix mends the crystal with a lot of mystical space mumbo jumbo and… er, that’s it. Cosmic balance restored, she poofs the X-Men home.

Lilandra tags along with them, explaining that D’Ken’s tinkering with the Crystal left him catatonic and unfit to rule. As his sister, she’s the rightful heir, but since she also led a rebellion, she kind of cancelled by her empire. She announces she will stay on Earth with Charles while the Shi´Ar iron out the details of the succession. So, instead of consolidating her power base and claim to the throne, she peaces out to explore her feelings for the hairless pink alien who can peek into her brain. Solid.

And with that final bit of space opera, we say goodbye to Dave Cockrum and welcome artist John Byrne. The Claremont/Byrne-run is widely seen as the definitive X-Men run, so hold onto your butts and let’s see where the Phoenix takes us, shall we?

Didn’t you take Art History? I stand by my space mumbo jumbo comment from earlier, but check out these Byrne-pages:

Chef’s kiss. (X-Men 108)

Ugliest Costume: I have a fierce hatred for the Shi'ar's weird wispy triangular hair/feather/thingies, but those are technically not costumes. So: Lilandra, why is your boob window a bug?

Best new character: I’m not much of a fan of space operas or the Shi’Ar and their extended court, but I do have a soft spot for the Starjammers, Hepzibah in particular. I fondly remember her being a part of the X-Men at some point in the future, although I don't think her actual unpronounceable name ever gets revealed.

Most audacious retcon: Moira the housekeeper is actually an evil morally complicated mad scientist.

What to read: Issue 105, 107 and 108, for all your Phoenix Saga needs.

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WandaVision --“Previously On”

This is kind of in response to some questions and comments that I have seen based on the last episode - basically I think I can clear up some things.

1. The reason why Westview is in such bad shape is because for 5 years half the population was snapped away. We saw with Scott in End Game, that places fell into despair and disarray during those five years.

2. Dottie is not that important of a character. I mean there’s one episode to go, so maybe she is. I can’t say for sure she isn’t an important character, but I just don’t think she is (nor ever was).

The reason Dottie wasn’t on the board that was identifying everyone (or trying to), is because the first episode she appears in hadn’t been broadcast to Sword yet. They couldn’t have known she was in the Hex, because they hadn’t seen her yet.

So, she was simply not on the board.

The reason Dottie was being so aggressive to Wanda at the Community Pool, is that was part of the sitcom plot. She’s supposed to be the mean, antagonistic character who suspects something is wrong with Wanda and Vision.

Remember the plot of the sitcom of WandaVision, is that they are trying to hide their powers and blend in, and just live normal lives.

Like Bewitched, I Dream of Jeanie, and Phil of the Future

I honestly don’t think there’s much more to Dottie than that.

3. The Avengers knew where Vision was. Sword didn’t steal him. At the end of Infinity War, they were all next to his dead body in Wakanda, so even though we didn’t see it -- we can assume they took him back with them.

They would be dicks if they didn’t.

Vision probably did have a living will or a request that he nor any of his body part be turned into any kind of weapon.

And he probably was in very safe hands with Sword, when Maria Rambeau was running it.

Then Hayward came along and decided, who cares what this microwave wanted.

Not so much clearing up, with these last two points, but I still wanted to bring them up.

4. Wanda is the one hurting everyone (as far as I can tell, I don’t think they’re going to introduce a new villain). She trapped them in her grief and is controlling them.

Now she didn’t do this on purpose and just accepted the fantasy without thinking. But towards the end, she was more aware of what was going on and chose to continue.

Like what Vision said, after Wanda tried to end their fight with the end credits.

Her grief and pain are understandable and it’s clear why she was so desperate to cling onto this fantasy.

But... it’s still not a good thing to take over an entire town and control people.

Even if the town’s people were having a hard time before, that doesn’t justify this.

And pain is pain - didn’t Monica describe being under Wanda’s Hex to be like suffocating or drowning (or something to that degree).

I hope they just don’t just shrug this all way. Even though it wasn’t on purpose, Wanda still hurt a lot of people, that’s not good.

5. I'm guessing it’ll be revealed that Evan Peters is Jimmy’s witness and “Ralph.”

Most likely he owned the house next door to Wanda and Vision; and Agatha stole it, so she could better spy on Wanda.

Agnes was playing along with the sitcom and referring to her “husband,” i.e., the man she probably had locked up in her basement, until she decided to use him as Fietro.

And him being Evan Peters. Well, if it was another actor aside from Taylor Johnson,that would be pretty weird for the audience. Or at least we would have never bought it (even if only for a bit) that he was the real Pietro.

This way the show’s creators got to be meta and mess with the audience and keep them guessing.

I don’t know if this helped in explaining some of the remaining questions you might have, but I hope it does.

#Wandavision #Wandavision spoilers #Wanda Maximoff #Director Hayward #The Vision #Agatha Harkness #Wanda Vision #Scarlet Witch #MCU #Vision Maximoff

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Avengers Age of Heroes: Blue

Steve Rogers looked onboard as his fellow soldiers sat in silence. He knew that deep down they were scared and he couldn’t blame them. It was discovered that the Nazis, with the aid of the insurgent group HYDRA, have built a superweapon to target the allies, thereby awarding them victory. Steve’s hands tenses into fists. The lengths he had to go through to obtain this intel lead to the death of his commandin officer, Nicholas Fury. His dying wish was for him to take over his squadron; the Howling Commandos.

Jimmy: Nervous there, Steve?

Steve: Would you believe me if I said I was?

Jimmy: Truth be told, so am I.

Steve: *chuckles* You’ve survived the worst HYDRA can throw at you.

Jimmy: I know... but there’s more at stake now. This is the end of the line.

These men needed support. They needed a leader. Taking a deep breath, Steve rose from his seat and faced his squad.

Steve: Alright men, here’s the situation. HYDRA are this close to winning the war. This is no longer about just the United States anymore, because if we don’t stop them, the entire world will be under their rule. I know you’re all scared, but now is not the time for fear. Swallow it down and keep on marching forward. Fury may be gone but his will lives on in all of us.

The Commandos all stared in awe. He was right. This was bigger than the war itself. What the world needed now was heroes.

Steve: So I ask you all; will you join me?

Big smiles were on the squad’s faces and they all cheered. At that moment, the hatch opened. It was time. Standing in front, Steve pushed the button on his bracer and his uniform changed into one of blue, with red and white stripes down the middle, red gloves and boots and a blue face helmet.

Captain America: Bucky? My shield please.

Bucky Barnes, Steve’s best friend, handed him the shield. Crafted by Howard Stark, it was a beautiful thing. Painted red and blue, this shield was the strongest metal to ever exist and was much lighter to boot. On his signal, the Commandos deployed onto the ground, followed Captain America. As they landed, they caught a view of HYDRA’s base; a large, black castle.

Captain America: Well, Red Skull always had a flair for the dramatic.

Trudging along the wastelands, Captain America and the Commandos used the ruins to their advantage, hiding wherever they good. However, it was short lived as they witnessed a flare being shot into to the skies. They were spotted!

Captain America: Ah crap, move!!!!

Gunfire hurled towards their direction as the commandos all took shelter in all corners. The only exceptions were Captain America and Jimmy, who charged through the bullets as if they were rain. HYDRA soldiers were bewildered, not having time to react when Captain America slammed at them with his shield.

BANG!!!

CRASH!!!!

Moving swift as a swallow, Jimmy tackled two HYDRA gunmen and lay a vicious beat down on the third. Captain America, meanwhile, blocked incoming assaults from the towers and crashed through the doors.

[Beneath the castle]

Red Skull: Now then, time to begin.

SMASH!!!!!

Red Skull didn’t even flinch as he heard the wreckage.

Red Skull: Captain America. *chuckles* You certainly know how to make an entrance.

Captain America: It’s over, Skull. Hand over the detonator now!

Red Skull: Oh I wish I could, except... *presses the button*

Captain America: NO!!!!!

With the detonator activated, the roof of the castle opened up. The weapon was ready. Enraged, Captain America bolted towards Red Skull, slamming his shield into him. However, Skull managed to catch it just in time and punched him straight in the gut.

Captain America: Agh!!!!

Red Skull: You really should’ve killed me when you had the chance.

With an opening in sight, Skull threw punch after punch, even managing to break Captain America’s helmet into pieces. Mustering all his strength, Skull delivered one final punch, only to be countered with the shield.

Red Skull: Wha-?!

Captain America: Not today!

Fighting back, Captain America roundhouse kicked Red Skull to the ground. As much as he would love to finish the fight, the mission was to stop the weapon. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Captain America did the only thing he could; he ran towards the weapon itself as it launched. From the ground, the Red Skull laughed maniacally.

Red Skull: You really think you can stop it? It’s too late. The Allies will fall!! You lose, Captain!!!! HAHAHAHAH- AGH!!!!

He looked down to find that something had pierced his chest. With one last gasp, he fell to the stone ground. Above him stood Jimmy, with a pair of bone-like claws sticking out of his hands.

Up in the air, Captain America, in desperation and anger, smacked his shield on the skin of the missle, piercing it. From his pocket, he drew a grenade and dropped it inside, jumping off as quick as he could. The missile soon exploded and Captain America was sent flying into the ocean. As he sank deeper and deeper, he thought back to his first day at the army, where he met his dear Peggy, his best friends Bucky and Jimmy and the brilliant Dr. Abraham Erskine. It was because of him that Steve was able to become Captain America, the first super soldier.

Steve: Fury, Jimmy, Bucky, I’m sorry. I’m sorry too, Peggy. But this was only way. After this day, I hope the world no longer has any need for super soldiers fighting in war. I hope this marks the end for all war.

#avengers age of heroes #marvel au #marvel universe #steve rogers #captain america #blue trailer #james howlett #red skull #johan schmidt

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WandaVision Episode 8/9 Idea

I was thinking of this idea yesterday, and I liked it more the more I thought about it.

Hopefully, it will be coming in fic format some time this week. But one never knows.

Spoilers until Episode 7.

So, it seems that we left off the end of Episode 7 with Wanda potentially being mind controlled by Agatha. There are other possibilities, but that’s the one I’m going with.

The beginning of my idea is that when Wanda gets mind-controlled, she gets tied into the network of all the other controlled minds in Westview. Since we know it’s been Agatha all along now (I’ll never get that song out of my head), I am going with the theory that Agatha controlled everyone. And Agatha is the “she” Norm was referring to when he said he could feel her in his head.

Then, Wanda can fully accept the pain everyone is experiencing. She struggles with all the pain in her head while Agatha monologues about the master plan.

When she’s done, she sends Wanda out to attack Vision, realizing that his questions have become more trouble than his presence is worth. Since she realizes the game is close to being up anyway.

Wanda flies out just as Vision is arriving from the edge of town. Wanda tries to break out of Agatha’s control, but can’t do it. So she watches herself attack Vision without having any control. They have a brief fight above Westview.

Vision tries to get them over an area that is not populated and is talking to her all the while, affirming their love and that he knows this isn’t her. A combination of distance from Agatha and the power of love allows Wanda to break free.

They finally have a brief heart to heart that they desperately need. They are united once more.

Wanda starts to focus on undoing the mind control of everyone in town. Having been apart of it, she knows all the little connections and can see how to destroy the network. She has almost completed the task when more threats merge on them.

Hayward’s forces have started to move in. Agatha has realized that she’s lost control of Wanda and tries to use brute force instead. She gains control of all the SWORD soldiers and uses them against Wanda and Vision. She also encourages the residents of Westview to act as human shields to prevent Wanda and Vision from properly attacking.

The two of them fight together like the power couple they are, while trying to avoid the residents. Eventually, Monica, Darcy, and Jimmy are able to join the fight. They are able to give Wanda enough cover to complete the breaking of the mind control (which is separate from the hex itself).

The residents scatter, leaving the heroes free to defeat SWORD and Agatha. They finally neutralize SWORD and trap Agatha. She makes a last desperate ploy by bringing out Tommy and Billy and fake Pietro, and gesturing to Vision, and talking about how they won’t exist without her power holding the hex together.

Billy, Tommy, and Pietro plead with Wanda, but she’s familiar with Agatha’s magic now and she realizes that they have always been false constructs, not real people. Vision, however, affirms that he loves Wanda no matter what, and she should do whatever is necessary to end the anomaly.

Wanda and Vision share a moment. Then, Wanda tearfully agrees to undo everything.

Billy, Tommy, and Pietro evaporate. The hex is undone. Sadly, Vision is also compromised. His body is still in one piece, and a synthetic Mind Stone rests in his forehead, but it is gleaming fitfully and he is unconscious.

Then, Strange and the Avengers swoop in to help deal with the clean up. But Shuri, Bruce, and Helen have been working on the copy of Vision’s consciousness and memories that Shuri managed to save. With their help and a little of Wanda’s power, they are able to restore him fully.

Wanda and Vision and all the others then go off to have a little downtime and a lot of therapy before taking their places at the center of the new Avengers team.

#WandaVision spoilers #spoilers #WandaVision #WandaVision speculation #please Marvel #i'm not married to this exact scenario #just give them a happy ending

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magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics · 6 years

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The Life of a Bartender - Request

Requested by anon: I was wondering if you could write a Black widow x Reader fiction... Natasha is such an awesome character and I would find it incredible to read about her.

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

Word count: 2.221

Warnings: Not romantic, not edited, not thought through. I also played A LOT with the timeline, so forget everything you know.

A/N: So this is an experiment of a new story format I wanted to try, and a character I love but have never written before. It’s also the first fic I finish since I started my break, so it’s a huge deal for me and would really appreciate it if you were to offer your feedback. Seriously, it means a lot to me because I am very excited about this, but also about being back and just want you to tell me if you liked it or not.

Also: I’m back, bitches. Requests are still closed, though.

Enjoy!

The bar hadn’t had much clients in the last couple of weeks. Only the five usual alcoholics who basically lived here, and a couple of teenagers every now and then, pretending to be all grown and ready to drink but who would leave whenever one of us asked for their ID.

I was attending my shift solely because I had nothing else to do. I didn’t even enjoy this job anymore, not without a good story to spend the night with, that is.

All the good ones had gone. The only stories left were the typical: my wife left me, violent parents, terminal diseases… I wanted adventure, thrill and fantasy, not another episode of Desperate Housewives.

“Scotch on the rocks, please,” a girl on her thirties asked, sitting on the stool right in front of me.

“Do I know you?” I inquired as I started pouring down her drink.

“Don’t think so, I’m not from here…”

“Newscast! A new threat raises and the Avengers struggle to take it down… find out more on tonight’s Broadcast with Jimmy Buffay and Marlon Branaghan.”

“I hate those guys,” I mumbled and turned of the TV. Nobody noticed except for the girl, who simply chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, pouring her another glass.

“The Avengers always struggle to take down threats, but they always report that as news.”

“Damn right.”

She drank a few more glasses of Scotch and then asked to change to Tequila.

“Slow down, why would you do that?”

“To forget.”

And so I noticed the story I was craving for had been sitting in front of me for a whole hour.

It took three tequila shots to convince her to tell me her story, but I finally achieved my goal.

“When I was a child I moved to Russia with my parents. I lived there until five years ago, when I moved back here.

During my last three years there, things got dangerous around the area where I lived. Some bad guys were terrorising the town a little. My parents died victims of those assholes, and I got sent to this sort of academy for orphans.

I met a woman there… she was a bit older, but we got along right away. If you know what I mean…

That academy turned out to be even worse than the gangs on the streets.”

“How come?” I asked.

“You wouldn't believe me.”

“Try me.”

She sighed before talking in a whisper. “They… trained us to be some sort of femme fatales so we could get important information for them in order to end with all those criminals.”

“That’s awesome.” I mumbled, she chuckled sadly.

“That's what I thought too at first, but then I realised we were actually getting brainwashed into working for said criminals.”

“How?”

“They sterilised us, and filled our brains with fake memories so we’d remain loyal to them. I was rather new so I still had some of my own memories, but Nat… the woman I talked to you about, didn’t even remember who she was anymore.”

“That's… fucked up.”

“It is, indeed…” She asked for another shot and I poured it down without second guessing. She drank it like water, sighed and looked down. The shadow that formed around her eyes in that moment, due to the dim light from the bar, only added up to the dramatic story she was telling. “So this one night, I’m out of my room, just walking around because I couldn’t sleep. I hear steps on the other side of the hallway, so I hide in the shadows, waiting to see who the intruder was.”

“And?”

“It was Nat.”

“What was she doing there?”

“She was leaving,” her eyes were far away, back in Russia, reliving the moment those very eyes caught Nat running away.

“And?”

“And I begged her to take me with her.”

“Nat, please, I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“I know, I know… I promise you I will come back for you, okay? You have my word.”

“She wouldn’t do it, she had planned everything, there was no room for me.”

“She sounds like a bitch, I’ll tell you that,” I interrupted, as I started drying the glasses that the other bartender had washed and left on my side. A tough looking man approached, asked for a bloody Mary for his partner, I poured it and then he left. “So? Did she come back?”

“Not exactly,” she mumbled, “I spent a whole year in that hellhole, and it was worse than before. They left my remaining memories untouched, but not because they wanted to be good but the exact opposite; they had checked the security cameras and microphones installed in the hallway the night Nat escaped, and they had heard me asking her to take me away…”

“What did they do?” She lifted her Tequila glass, I poured her another one, then she repeated the motion and I obeyed. She drank two more shots before she continued with her story, and every word she said became more and more slurry.

“They tortured me, day by day, they found ways to make my life impossible, without stopping my training. I obviously became stronger, because I could stand more pain than the rest of the girls there, but at what cost?” She chuckled once again, “I ended up hating Nat so much that I became loyal to the criminals I hated in the beginning. I wanted to have my revenge…”

“Did you ever?”

“Well, this one day I get a mission to stop someone from S.H.I.E.L.D. that was trying to get some info on some secret project my superiors were working on. So I prepare myself, I get to the mission and it turns out Nat is the enemy.”

“What happened?”

“So we meet again,” said (Y/N).

“I see you’re still with them,” Natasha muttered.

“Well, somebody didn’t come back for me,” (Y/N) replied. There was something dark in her eyes that Natasha hadn’t seen before.

“I couldn’t…” She apologised.

“Well, isn’t that sad?”

“This time is different, I can help you out of here if you just let me take the information I need.” Natasha begged.

“I don’t think so.”

What followed was a violent fight that involved three different martial arts combined with other combat techniques and weapon managing. They used everything in their power to defeat the other, even the furniture from the office they were in. Tables, chairs, glasses, wires and even broom were used against each other. Kicks and punches were thrown, some into the other’s face, some into the air. It was a proper fight that would, invariably, end with blood.

Natasha was still too fond of (Y/N), who she kept in her heart as a sweet and innocent child, and therefore she was controlling her strength, something (Y/N) didn’t do.

At one point, Natasha was on the ground, absolutely defenseless, hurt and lacking of air. (Y/N) would take this as her advantage, and so she pulled out a gun from her belt, pointing it directly into Natasha’s head.

Natasha lifted her hands up, as a sign of surrender, and connected her eyes to (Y/N)’s.

“I know you’re hurt, I know it’s my fault, but killing me won’t change anything…” She started, “It may actually make it worse.”

“Talking from experience?”

“No, but… I learnt that this is not the way out, okay? I know good people, kind people, who will help you no matter what. Please, let me take you to them.”

(Y/N) took the safety lock from the gun. Natasha swallowed loudly before pronouncing the words she would only say in the dark, when her mind was off this realm; words (Y/N) hadn’t heard ever after Natasha left. Words that mattered.

“So what did you do? Did you shoot her?” I inquired. I had forgotten about the glasses or the other clients. My focus was on that poor woman, and her amazing story.

“Will you tell the cops?”

“No,” I rushed to say, “my lips are sealed.”

“I didn’t.”

“Why not?”

“I was still in love with her… She was defenseless, and she wasn’t even hurting me that much whenever she punched me - like, I knew how strong she was, and she didn’t even left a single bruise on my body that night.”

“But she abandoned you, and the people she abandoned you with tortured you, and…”

“And I’m an idiot for letting her live,” she granted, “but I don’t regret it.”

“What happened then?”

“I decided to take the information myself and run away.” Another Tequila shot. “I didn’t go back to my superiors, instead I escaped to Croatia, changed my last name and my general information.”

“What about that super important information?”

“I sold it to S.H.I.E.L.D. for a good amount of money and a guarantee of witness protection. With that I moved here and tried to start a new life.”

“How can someone like you start a new life? What do you do for a living?”

“I work at a library, live in a very tiny apartment in the outskirts of the city, and try to keep a low profile.” She responded, and suddenly everything she had told me stopped making sense.

“Right, so you’re going to tell me you went from being a Russian spy to a librarian.”

“That’s what I said.”

“And what? Nat is now an Avenger or some shit like that?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” she replied, “Natasha Romanova, or Black Widow as the press like to call her.”

I bursted in laughter right in front of her face. She didn’t flinch, nor changed her poker face at the action. She simply poured herself another shot of Tequila.

“I know what’s going on here,” I said.

“Yeah? Tell me.”

“You read everything about the Avengers, and probably a lot of books about the Cold War and shit like that, because that’s what librarians do, and then you came here trying to mock some chick with a story you created based on what you had learned from your precious books,” I explained, “am I right or what?”

She giggled. “You’re damn right.”

“I knew it!” I cheered, “No Russian spy would come here and tell her story so easily. I think I deserve a tequila shot,” I said as I took a glass out for myself, “and you get another one, which is on me because that was the greatest story I have heard, and I’ve been in this business for quite some time.” She agreed happily and we both drank together.

Out of a sudden, a huge robot arm fell from the sky and into the bar, leaving a whole on the roof and killing the two folks that were playing pool right where the arm fell.

Chaos begun, the clients ran away screaming, as other the bartenders all gathered around me and pulled us down. (Y/N) got up from her stool, a bit shaky from the multiple shots of alcohol she had consumed but on full alert mode. She took a gun out of her jacket and pointed it to the door.

It opened, and a strange looking man walked inside. He barely took a glimpse of (Y/N) when Black Widow struck him from behind, beginning a fight as violent as the ones in the movies. The man hit her on the stomach, making her fall and stop attacking.

He was carrying a trident, which he was about to use to stab the famous Avenger, when (Y/N) shot at him. Of course, she didn’t hit, because she was too drunk to aim properly, and she noticed and so she threw the gun back to us and ran towards the man.

A similar fight as the one with Black Widow begun. (Y/N) was very good, in spite of her drunken condition, and although she didn’t harm the man as much as he harmed her, she gave Black Widow time to get back up and take another gun out.

Headshot.

His brain splattered all around the walls. It was green, and viscous. Grossest thing I have witness in that bar, including those girls who think they can drink and end up recreating the Exorcist in the bathroom.

“Are you drunk?” Black Widow inquired, approaching (Y/N).

“A little,” she replied. Black Widow gave her a stern look. “It’s her fault,” (Y/N) said, pointing towards me.

“We need to talk after this is over,” Black Widow told her.

“No, you need to thank me for saving your ass,” (Y/N) argued. Black Widow smirked.

“I’ll be back for you,” She promised.

“Prove it,” (Y/N) dared.

Black Widow shook her head as her smirk grew into a huge smile. “Don’t let her drink anymore!” She ordered and strut outside as a green spat of light shone through the bar’s windows.

“I forgot to tell you that,” (Y/N) said, as she turned around to look at me, “we kind of made up.” She took her wallet out and left more money than what she actually owed. “Thanks for the talk, and the tequila.” She winked at me and walked out as if nothing was going on.

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The best laid plans of mice and men

Scott was supposed to protect them. He was supposed to be three steps ahead, avoiding traps and pitfalls, not letting emotion get in the way, figuring it out. He was too close to this mission. Too invested. And so he’d followed his heart and left his head back in the dust. That was how they’d gotten into this situation. A time-sensitive clue. The present locations of Miss Sinister’s crew. Alex. They’d dangled the bait, and Scott had jumped, bringing his X-Men along with him.

If it was just him, maybe he’d have been willing to take the fall, though he still would have fought like hell. But there was no way he was going to let the rest of them go down with him. They were actually doing fairly well for themselves. A bunch of teenagers after some decently heavy hitters. A few strokes of luck, Bloodstorm managing to knock Mach Two out of the fight. Jimmy managing to get Ms. Frost to shift to her diamond form. At least that kept her telepathy out of the game. They were still sorely outnumbered.

He’d always liked planes. Even after the crash, that had never waned. But the sound of another Blackbird dropping down nearby for a landing had to be one of the most beautiful sounds he’d ever heard. The change of the tide in their favor. He’d assumed that Professor Bobby hadn’t gotten his message. After all, he hadn’t responded. Now it seemed like he’d read him loud and clear, and quite clearly seen something Scott hadn’t.

But then maybe Scott could see something no one else could. A clear shot straight to Havok. Maybe he couldn’t take him down. Maybe it wouldn’t do anything at all. If his file was right, that meant Scott could really let loose. It would at least harness the element of surprise. Hit him with everything they had. Maybe knock him out of the fight for a while. As he thought through the plan, Jean relayed it through the link she’d forged with the team. He’d knock him off kilter. Bloodstorm could get him with a gust of wind, hopefully knock him senseless. Marvel Girl and Iceman on restraint. He’d talk with Professor Bobby, see what he wanted him to do from there. Keep on fighting, try to bring down the lot of them, or just take Alex and go. But this opportunity was fast fading, time to move.

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war. Well there was Havok, and he supposed that made them the dogs of war. Time for the crying, though he doubted that was what Shakespeare’d quite had in mind. They moved into action, taking advantage of the rush of the older mutants joining the fray to launch that attack on Alex.

Scott’d always been fairly good at weighing chances and elements out. Even from his earliest days as an X-Man it was one of the things the Professor had consistently praised him on. That didn’t change the thrill of watching things go right for once, however brief a moment it was. It didn’t last. Alex contained. Their goal halfway attained. Now they just had to survive to get the rest. That might be a tall order. He’d seen the sentinel blast Bloodstorm, and even with Angel’s speed, he was just a touch too slow to catch her, making it there just after the fall. She was down. One down on each side in this sortie.

Guardian, down. Jimmy stunned halfway senseless by Armor. They couldn’t keep this up for long. Despite the change in numbers, they still felt like tall odds. So he was relieved when the order was to take Havok and get out. He didn’t much care for the seeming surprise from Professor Bobby, but then he supposed Havok had been an X-Man, an Avenger. The question was how. Back to the plane would have been ideal, but he seriously didn’t much care for the thought of Jean having to keep Alex under control for the length of an entire flight. The Blackbird was fast, and Jean was formidable. But any slipup and they were in a pressurized metal tube thousands of miles above the earth. And that was why they’d devised an alternative.

What they had to do was get clear, get away scot free to the casting circle Beast had been establishing. Scott was generally unshy of making known what he thought of Hank’s dabbling in magic, but desperate times called for desperate measures. If it worked, the lot of them would be in Loki’s living room, quite possibly with an annoyed Norse god looking on, but at least they’d be out of here and in position to fix this once and for all. Marvel Girl and Iceman still on containment and transportation. Get Havok there, keep him under control. Easy enough. Wolverine to quite literally carve a path. Angel to be the eye in the sky and to keep Bloodstorm from taking any further damage than she already had, and he would cover the rear. It was a plan, and with Beast’s frantic gestures from across their battlefield, it was time to put it into action.

Keeping in touch wasn’t as easy as it had been. Jean’s psychic energy seemed pretty well focused on keeping Alex down for the count. Hand signals were not that useful either. He was holding up the rear, and he didn’t want anyone looking his way. But then they all knew the plan.

Sometimes plans went awry. He’d always had a gift for planning things out. But that didn’t account for random twists of fate. Didn’t account for Quicksilver speeding by, knocking him off balance.Scott grabbed on to stop himself from falling, and was quickly jerked along for a short ride. He felt the painful pop of his right shoulder before quickly letting go, tumbling to a stop, though he shot off a blast as he fell, making sure Quicksilver ate a healthy serving of dust as well. Didn’t account for the sudden strain on Jean’s part as Havok awoke, Charles Xavier’s long trained psychic resistance countering Jean’s not inconsiderable skill. Didn’t account for Hank’s faltering spell, limited magical skills struggling to hold it in place long enough for everyone to catch up, especially now that Scott was nearly back where they started. He couldn’t hold it, and they both knew it.

The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. That went for mutants as well. There was a whole garden of dead X-Men back at the school to attest to that. Maybe he could still get out of here, but he wasn’t prepared to let his friends pay the price on that if. Scott didn’t know how long he had before another one of the myriad threats focused on him again. Maybe Quicksilver once more? Maybe someone else? Who knew? He scrambled to his feet, jumping to make sure that he had Hank’s attention, before gesturing frantically.

His good arm, clenched in a fist and swinging overhead from behind himself, towards Hank. [MOVE OUT] That same fist, pumped up and down several times [HURRY UP]. He had to hunch over to manage the last one, pounding his fist into palm several times, right arm hanging limply at his side. [OUT OF ACTION] Hopefully that was sufficient. Hank’s face was visibly pained even from here as he gave a slow nod, sufficient it was. A bright flash and his friends vanished from the battlefield.

Good luck and godspeed X-Men.

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Mod’s Reads: November 2017

Here’s the list of everything the Mods have read this past month!

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(I’ve been cleaning out my marked for later list, so not as much Stucky this month)

The Cyborg Arm Job by copperbadge

The Leverage crew run into a new friend, find some buried treasure, and fight some Nazis. It's a pretty good day.

From Tralfamadore, With Love by newsbypostcard

In 2018, Steve, Sam, and Bucky embark on a mission to explore a Hydra-owned warehouse when a kid with mutant powers sends Steve 18 years into the future. After figuring out where (and when) he is, Steve tracks Bucky down in 2036 to find he's become a successful business owner and an impassioned advocate for mutant rights. Steve's just as in love with Bucky as he was when he left, but for Bucky it's been a long 18 years. It's hard to accept when Bucky keeps him at arm's length... but Steve's never met a challenge that he didn't take.

As he gets used to life in 2036 and the flaws in Bucky's idyllic life expose themselves, Steve also has to manage a suspiciously ubiquitous security force, a Brotherhood of Mutants, and old competing loyalties among his aged friends. There's a Bucky in 2018 waiting for him to come home, but if he does that, it means leaving this Bucky behind for a third, unforgivable time. How can he choose?

What's Bucky not saying?

How can he face losing everything -- again?

Taking the Fifth by Speranza

Part 11 of 4 Minute Window

This Side by brideofquiet

Bucky Barnes restores antiques for a living. Steve Rogers saves the world. Bucky has no reason to believe their paths will ever cross, right up until they do.

Or: the Notting Hill AU.

Project Phoenix by TheAvalonian

“They told me you were enemies,” the girl said blankly. “They told me I had been forged in hatred.”

Neither Bucky nor Steve said anything for a long time. The girl stayed with her hand pressed to the glass, waiting. This time, the question was there, even if she hadn't asked it outright.

Bucky cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from Steve's and pushing down on the handle. “Well, they lied,” he said gruffly, and strode out the door without looking back. Post-TWS, Steve and Bucky's lives are just starting to resemble some kind of normal when a young Hydra agent shows up in the lobby of the Avengers' Tower, claiming to be their daughter.

Mighty like Love, Mighty like Sorrow by Regann

After freeing himself from the Russians' mind control, Bucky is left at loose ends, drifting through the decades. Still, he's in no hurry to take up Nick Fury's offer to once again fight the good fight -- especially not when Fury has the nerve to put some imposter in his best friend's old suit and send him out to fight against Chitauri.

The Long Road Begins at Home by owlet (I can’t believe this is over now T___T)

Oh sure, reunion results in happiness, kittens, and rainbows, because that's definitely how life goes when you've just spent 70 years as a tool of villainy. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

sixth avenue by gossamernotes

Living on the corner of 6th avenue in Brooklyn is not what Adam Jackson expected once he returned home from the war.

And he certainly didn't expect to become friends with a twitchy veteran named James who carries two pistols and can't seem to remember shit.

[The story wherein Bucky finds a friend in a homeless veteran and eventually finds himself again.]

Never go to bed alone when you have a library card by relenafanel

Tall, blond hottie (in a sweater) was back, staring at the wall of new and popular titles with a thoughtful expression on his face. He came in every Tuesday night like clockwork, read through the summaries on the back of a handful of books with his profile turned just enough towards the front entrance that Bucky could see the slope of his nose and take joy in watching those arm muscles minutely flex as he shifted the book in his grasp.

- OR -

Steve is an attractive library patron who is far too competent to ever ask librarian!Bucky questions. Bucky likes that in a man.

We're Not Broken, Just Bent (And We Can Learn to Love Again) by allofthefandoms

“I know you’re trying to help,” Steve says gently. “But I don’t think the Veterans’ Association is really equipped to deal with PTSD from being frozen for 70 years and having to fight your brainwashed best friend.”

“Well, when you put it like that,” Sam replies dryly, feeling foolish.

“Look, you’re just trying your best and I really appreciate it, but…but talking about it isn’t what I need. It’s itching under my skin, making me restless. I need to get out, but I have no idea where to start.”

“Road trip,” Sam says, suddenly inspired. “The great American tradition. Drive across the US in a car that breaks down too much, see the sights, bemoan flat expanses and bad diner food. See what you’ve spent your whole life fighting for.”

“A road trip? Really? That’s your grand solution?”

“Says the man who has always wanted to see the Grand Canyon.”

“Got me there,” Steve says, and this time the smile reaches his eyes.

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Snug as Bugs by Brumeier

In which Steve comes home and finds that Bucky has retreated into a massive pillow fort.

i'd like to tell you something (but i have to think of something first) by obsessivereader

Attention focused solely on the book, he moves forward, one slow, pretend-casual step at a time—he’s seen enough movies to know that moving fast will draw people’s attention.

Five feet. Four feet. Almost there.

He’s a bare three feet away when Rogers fucking materializes out of thin air, cuts right in front of him, and heads straight for the book.

“Hey,” Bucky whispers furiously, “I want that book!”

The one where Bucky and Steve get married by bitsandbobsandstuff

No one tells Bucky Barnes how to plan his wedding. And that includes Steve.

Show Me Your Teeth by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

Other things that aren't supposed to happen: Steve Rogers remembering who you are even after you've fogged his mind so he forgets. But Bucky should have known from the moment he met Steve that he wouldn’t be able to make Steve do anything he didn't want to—including making Steve forget him.

Now Bucky just had to figure out how Steve had remembered him...and why he was so happy about it.

Jimmy Choo Choo by rohkeutta

When they pull up in Newark, Buff Jeff wakes up with a jolt and Bucky is knee-deep in C++ and desperately in need of breakfast. Buff Jeff turns to look at him, a little bewildered, and Bucky looks back. It’s starting to get light outside, and Bucky is suddenly very aware of his crazy insomnia eyes and haphazard ponytail.

“Um,” Buff Jeff says. He’s almost adorable with his sleepy eyes and awkward expression. “Oh. You’re-- um. Real.”

Looking After by A_Diamond

Five times Steve Rogers doesn’t need a guard dog (and one time...)

Small Victories by portraitofemmy

“Come to bed.”

Bucky blinks up at Steve, the grey eyes behind his glasses still squinted from staring at the laptop screen in front of him.

in a cabin in the woods by belovedmuerto

Steve finds Bucky in a cabin in the woods, two years later.

Newton's Law Of Naps by rohkeutta

Within the first hour Steve backs an art book, a short animated film, an eco-friendly electric toothbrush, and an archeological excavation in Oklahoma.

Not that he actually wants an eco-friendly electric toothbrush or a bicycle rack that’s shaped like a moose head, but supporting small businesses is fun, and he loves the creativity Kickstarter is bursting with.

He’s got too much money just lying around, anyway.

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My Eyes - Part 11

Pairing: Bucky; Steve x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 5,221

Story Description: Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.

Story takes place post “CA: CW” and all tension has been resolved.

Previously On...

The jet ride back to Montana was eerily silent.

Bucky kept stealing glances her way. But Y/N looked so lost in thought that he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

He had to stop from sighing in relief when he finally landed the jet in the usual clearing.

Y/N reached for her bags, but Bucky grabbed them first.

“Where’s Jimmy?” Bucky asked as they opened the door to find the house absolutely empty. He assumed that someone had been staying with him for the weekend. However, Porthos came running to greet them.

“He starts middle school next week so I thought he could go on a little vacation at my parents’ place.” Y/N answered without looking at him.

“Are we going to talk about this, Y/N?” Bucky couldn’t handle the awkwardness any longer.

Y/N sighed and crossed her arms. “What do you want to talk about, Bucky?”

“One moment we’re waking up in the same bed and for the first time I feel fucking happy. And then the next, you’re trying to run out on me. How about we start there?” The last part held an unnecessary, dark sarcasm.

Y/N watched him for a moment. “Maybe you should just go, Bucky.”

The suggestion was crueler than anything else she could have possibly said. But Bucky wasn’t having any of it.

“No. Don’t do that.” He warned.

She stared at the floor. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m not leaving… And I’m not letting you run away either.” Bucky declared. “I finally got the only thing I’ve ever wanted and I’ll die before I let you go.”

His affirmation made Y/N’s gaze finally snap up to his. Tears filled her eyes. “So what if you die then?” Her lip was trembling. “If I didn’t have Jimmy… who the fuck knows where I would’ve been after Steve died. I was okay with being the waiting girlfriend: staying at home worrying, being a secret, hoping he was safe.”

Bucky’s expression was heartbroken as he watched Y/N cry and knew it was his fault.

“But I can’t do that again. I can’t lose another person.” Y/N finally explained. “Because I don’t think I’ll survive that again. And I won’t put Jimmy through it.”

Bucky nodded slowly. “Back in the day, it was like my only job was keeping Steve out of trouble.” His eyes glazed over as the memories took over. “When I left for the war, I was more worried about him getting into something while I was gone rather than my own life. Then he got the serum… things changed. I followed him with the rest of the commandos, but not because of the war. I did it to look after the punk. Then I got back from Wakanda and he was the only family I had left. The Avengers was never something I wanted. I just did it because of Steve and the only thing I ever really known how to do was protect him.”

Bucky finally allowed himself to walk slowly to Y/N. “I didn’t want a life of war. Steve was the one that never knew when to run away from a fight, not me. I just couldn’t stop running after him.”

Y/N understood what he was trying to tell her. He would give it all up if it meant being with her.

“I can’t ask you do that.” She whispered in shame.

“That’s my point. You didn’t.”

She shook her head. “People need you… just like they needed Steve.”

“The world is always going to be ending, Y/N.”

Y/N scoffed. “Yeah and it’s still standing because people like you keep saving it.”

Bucky grasped her face soothingly and ducked his head to catch her gaze. “Tell me the truth. Do you regret last night? Have you changed-“ He took in a breath. “Are you trying to find an excuse to end this?”

“No, no… I don’t regret any of it.” Y/N said hurriedly. Then she sniffed away the tears and met his ice blue eyes. “I’m scared, Buck.”

Bucky hugged her then. “I am too.” He whispered into her hair.

He felt Y/N snorting lightly at his statement. “What could you possibly be scared of?” The idea was ridiculous to her. Bucky had been through hell and back multiple times. Y/N struggled to see their situation as anything close to that.

“Of messing this up. Of losing you.” He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back. “I still can’t believe any of this happened. It feels like a dream.”

Y/N pulled away from their embrace. “You’re not going to lose me.” She promised as she wiped the tears from her cheeks.

Bucky brushed some hair away from her face. “You said Jimmy’s going to be gone for the rest of the week?” Y/N nodded. “How about this… you and me, here, just the two of us? The rest of the world can wait this time.”

Y/N couldn’t stop her eyes from brightening from the suggestion. “You’ll stay?” She asked innocently.

Bucky nodded. “I just got you.”

She took in a deep breath. They had never been given this sort of freedom before. Time was always limited. Or Jimmy was the priority. Y/N never knew what it was like to have this with Bucky.

“What do you want to do?” She asked.

Bucky smirked. “It doesn’t matter.”

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So they decided to do the mundane. When one is caught in a world of superheroes, normal feels like a gift.

Y/N needed to go to the market to restock on food anyways. Now that Bucky was going to be staying, she needed to get twice the food. Super-soldiers ate more than anyone she’d ever met. The only person that rivaled them was Thor.

There was an outdoor market in town. Y/N always preferred getting her produce from the local farmers. Bucky lingered by her side the entire trip. His hand was often on her hip or lower back. She assumed he wasn’t one for PDA, just like Steve. They were both old fashioned that way. However she couldn’t help but think that it was Bucky’s way of reminding himself that she was really there, that she wouldn’t disappear as soon as he looked away.

Y/N saw a few people watching Bucky carefully. Some of them clearly recognized him. Others just knew Y/N as a local and noted the new man on her arm.

Then Bucky disappeared as Y/N went to a tent that was selling coffee beans.

“Miss Y/L/N?” A voice asked politely. Y/N turned around to see a woman she recognized and her young daughter, just a few years younger than Jimmy.

Y/N instantly greeted them and fell into a friendly conversation.

Bucky had suddenly returned and Y/N introduced him, conveniently leaving out any sort of title for him.

The little girl looked at him with wide eyes. Clearly she had recognized him while her mother remained oblivious.

Bucky suddenly became uncomfortable, thinking that he was traumatizing the poor girl merely with his presence.

“You’re Sergeant Barnes.” She stated in awe.

The use of his formal title and the lack of Winter Soldier surprised Bucky.

The mother slowly put together who he is. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Katie is a history fanatic. She owns just about every book on WWII.” It was obvious the mother now wanted to know how the hell Y/N was friends with an Avenger. But she exuded incredible restraint. Bucky smiled at the girl. He now correctly interpreted her expression as admiration instead of fear. He kneeled down, making his large frame smaller and less intimidating.

“Hi Katie. It’s nice to meet you.” He held out his hand.

It took a moment for the girl to move out of her shock. Then she was beaming and shaking his hand enthusiastically. His grip almost completely closed around her small hand.

They had a short and quiet conversation before Katie’s mother was practically dragging her daughter away.

Y/N stared at Bucky with a smile of pure wonderment. “Huh...” She laughed to herself.

“What?” Bucky was completely oblivious.

“I thought you were just good with Jimmy because of the relation. But it seems you’re just a charmer with the kids in general.” Y/N laughs again.

Bucky blushed, but ignored her compliment. “Was that one of Jimmy’s friends?”

Y/N smile faltered. “Ugh, they know each other. But no, that’s not how I know Katie and her mother.”

Bucky could see that Y/N was trying to hide something. “What is it?”

“I actually started working at the community center a few months ago.” Y/N finally admitted without looking at him.

“Yeah? Doing what?”

“I run art therapy sessions.”

Bucky stopped walking to observe her. “Really?”

Y/N looked uncomfortable by the sudden attention. She looked around to make sure nobody else was listening to them. “Yeah, I realized my … abilities … have more potential to help others than I ever cared to admit. Kids don’t know how to express their emotions and trauma. They make art and I try interpret.” Y/N continued walking again. “The center can’t afford a professional in the field. So I try my best.” She added sheepishly.

Then Y/N finally looked up to see Bucky staring at her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked softly and turned her body slightly to the side in uneasiness.

“I’m sorry. You just…you amaze me still.” Bucky admitted softly.

Y/N squinted and hid her face with a hand at his praise.

“Where did you disappear to, by the way?” She asked him, desperate to change the subject.

“Oh…” Bucky had almost forgotten. He held up a small paper bag and handed it to her.

Y/N looked inside to find half a dozen mason jars filled with seeds. She looked at the labels to see various types of flowers written.

“I was going to get you flowers. But it seemed a little excessive since you have a greenhouse and a garden full of them.” Bucky explained humbly.

Y/N stared at him for a moment.

She closed the distance and crashed her lips onto his. It was short, but passionate. Despite the public affection, Bucky found his flesh hand cupping her jaw and his lips responding instantly. His tongue even managed to slip past her lips before the kiss broke apart.

Afterward Y/N continued walking, pulling Bucky along with her fingers weaved in his. No words, no explanation. He realized that she wasn’t always good with her words. Just like the children she was helping. Maybe that’s why being an empath suited her so well. Her abilities communicated what her words could not.

Then, as if Y/N had read his mind, she sent a wave of emotions to Bucky’s heart. It was adoration and gratitude. She looked back at him, knowing he felt it.

---

Y/N scrambled down the stairs with her hair still wet from the shower.

She found Bucky opening a bottle of wine. Music was playing through the kitchen. She paused and listened for a second. “Did you put this on?”

He nodded.

“This is Bon Iver.” Y/N noted, pointing up at the air.

“I have a confession.” He blushed. “I’ve grown fairly attached to Steve’s old iPod. I listen to it almost every day.”

Y/N slowly nodded in surprise. “I put all those songs on there.”

“I figured, doll.”

Bucky looked her up and down. Y/N was only wearing an oversized, grey sweater and maroon, lace underwear. Every time she lifted her arms high, he would get a little glimpse.

“Are you admiring my outfit, Bucky?” Y/N purred.

Within a second, Bucky grips the back of her thighs and lifts her off the ground. He places her on the counter and stands between her legs. Her sweater falls down one shoulder. His lips are on her neck and spreading across her collarbone.

It tickles, causing Y/N to giggle. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Uh huh. That’s a yes.” Bucky manages to mumble between kisses.

The moment was ruined by Y/N’s stomach growling. She laughs in embarrassment and hides her face in Bucky’s chest. He chuckles.

“I think that was my warning. I need to feed you first.” Bucky laughs again.

Y/N didn’t move from her seat on the counter. That’s when she noticed all the ingredients Bucky had already spread out.

“How can I help?”

Bucky shuffled around, poured a glass of wine, and handed it to her. “You can help by sitting there and looking pretty.” He kissed her cheek and went back to work in the kitchen.

Y/N rolled her eyes at his suaveness. But took a sip of wine, nonetheless.

She eyed him with a smirk. “You know, I heard that you were charming with the ladies back in the day. It’s finally showing.”

“And who told you that? Steve?” Bucky smirked.

“Yep. And Natasha…” Y/N teased, eyeing him.

Bucky’s gaze flickered up to her, understanding what she was slyly accusing him of. He stopped what he was doing and approached her again. His hands pressed against the counter on the outside of her thighs.

“It’s true. I’ve charmed a lot of women. But I’ve only loved one of them.”

Y/N stopped breathing at his declaration. His face was so close to hers that she couldn’t think properly. She could feel his breath on her skin.

Y/N jumped when the phone started ringing.

She exhaled, trying to get out of Bucky’s spell. “That’s probably Jimmy.”

Bucky just nodded and stepped back so she could answer it. He listened as she responded every once in awhile. Bucky smirked. He could only imagine Jimmy was talking his mom’s ear off about all the things he had been doing with his grandparents. If there was anyone in the world that loved Y/N more than Bucky, it was Jimmy.

Bucky was almost done prepping to cook by the time Y/N returned to the kitchen. He glanced up to see Y/N leaning in the doorway, watching him.

“He misses you.” Bucky commented.

“No. He’s fine. I’m sure my parents convinced him to call me.”

Bucky shook his head. “What other 11-year-old boy would call his mom just to tell her about his day?” He challenged.

Y/N ignored his point and returned to her wine.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever told you what an amazing mother you are.”

This caught her off guard.

Bucky stared her down. “I mean it, Y/N. He’s an amazing kid. Sometimes I forget that you did it all by yourself.”

“But I didn’t do it alone.” Y/N admitted. “I had you and the rest of the team.” She sighed. “And that boy is half Steve. There was no way his son was going to be anything less than amazing.”

Y/N looked up and couldn’t seem to read Bucky’s expression. She used her powers to figure out what he was feeling: grief, longing, jealousy.

“I-I’m sorry.” She stuttered. “I shouldn’t talk about him as much as I do.”

“That’s not what I was thinking.” Bucky corrected her evenly.

“Then what were you thinking?” She asked.

“I promise I will tell you another time.” His words were final, but honest. “And don’t ever apologize for talking about Steve. We both loved him… and we both lost him. I never want to pretend that you didn’t love him first, okay?”

Y/N nodded. Then she looked down into her glass of wine. “Can I ask you something else then? You don’t have to answer.”

Bucky nodded.

“I struggle with-with believing in an afterlife. But I started thinking…” Y/N tried to swallow, but her throat was dry. She took a sip of wine and Bucky waited patiently. “If Steve could see us now, do you ever wonder what he’d think?”

Bucky walked over to her and brushed the hair off of her face as her head hung low. He forced her to look up.

“Do you really want to know?” He asked her quietly. She nodded. “I think Steve’s looking down, proud of how well you’re raising James. I believe he’s still looking at you and thinking you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.” Y/N giggled in embarrassment at that. The sound made Bucky smile. “But when it comes to you and me…all I can say is that I’m sure he’d be comforted knowing that someone was safeguarding you and James.”

Y/N barely had to lean forward to kiss Bucky.

He pulled away prematurely and she whined.

“At this rate, we’ll never eat, doll.” He explained with a laugh.

Y/N looked at how the prepping Bucky had done for dinner. “Bucky, when the hell did you become a Michelin chef?”

He shrugged as he tossed a few things in the oven. “Sam said I needed a hobby, something other than desperately trying to catch up with history and culture. Cooking was a lot different back in the day. We just boiled everything. So I started reading a lot of cookbooks and watching the Food Network. I guess it kind of stuck.” Bucky shrugged again.

---

Y/N kicked Bucky out after dinner. He quickly understood that she had an unwritten rule that whoever cooked did not have to clean up afterward. She shoved a beer in his hand and told him to go entertain himself. So Bucky took Porthos outside and took in the end-of-summer air.

The dog had so much gray fur on his chin. Bucky could tell Porthos was getting old by the way he walked. But there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that the dog would still protect Y/N and Jimmy with his life.

Bucky couldn’t help but get pulled to Y/N’s greenhouse. It always seemed to cast a spell, luring him in.

That’s where Y/N found him, smelling a bouquet of lavender as Porthos slept in the corner.

“I always loved when you brought flowers to the compound.” Bucky smiled to himself at the memory. It was like he could finally admit all the things that made him fall in love with her. The weight being lifted on his shoulder was a rapturous feeling.

“Really?” Y/N asked, completely surprised by that.

He nodded.

“I really was terrible at reading you back then, wasn’t I?” She laughed almost sorrowfully.

“I made sure nobody could.” Bucky countered.

A thought suddenly occurred to her. “Do remember when you slept with that girl? I had brought you lavender-“

“Yes.” Bucky answered before she could even finish her question.

“Do you remember why you snapped at me?” A part of her figured he wouldn’t.

Bucky nodded and looked at the ground. He shoved his hands into his pockets. “You were being so sweet to me. I slept with that girl to feel something. Then I realized that you cared about me more than any of those girls ever would and I was just Steve’s best friend to you.” He finally looked up from the ground to see the sympathetic look Y/N was giving him. “And I was jealous…of Steve. So I took it out on you.” He huffed with a sad smirk. “When you repress everything, it tends to escape in violent slipups.”

Y/N sent him a swell of comfort with her empath abilities.

Bucky quirked an eyebrow, proving that he caught it. He walked away from the flowers to go to her and wrapped his hands tightly around her waist.

“You know, I’m curious what you can actually do?” He asked boldly, squeezing her waist.

Y/N tilted her head innocently. “What I can do?”

“Just how strong are an empath’s powers?”

She narrowed her eyes at his challenge. “You really want to know?”

He nodded.

“It’ll be stronger since we’re close, both physically and emotionally.” Y/N warned. “Sure you want to?”

Bucky smirked. “I think I can handle it.”

Y/N took the challenge, but he could see the regret in her eyes: she didn’t want to do this.

Her thumb traced Bucky’s cheekbone. “I can make people suffer, go into the darkest parts of their mind. It can make them go insane or even push them to take their own life.”

Bucky suddenly buckled forward like someone had punched him in the gut. He suffered from the sadness, felt his eyes well with tears. Desperately he tried to fight it, but his emotions were overcome. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it any longer, the pressure was released.

Y/N eyed him for a moment. “You okay?”

Bucky nodded but his jaw was clenched now. Maybe she was trying to teach him a lesson in underestimating him by forcing that emotion first.

“But the one I used the most is calming…” She continued. Bucky let out a sigh and felt his entire body tingle. It was like he was floating on a heavenly cloud. “With enough strength, I can even push someone to fall into a deep sleep.”

Bucky smiled softly. This emotion felt the most like her.

Y/N snapped her finger and Bucky jolted back to reality. “Then there’s anger. This one used to scare me.” She admitted. He felt his blood boil. It was strange to feel rage for no reason. The anger wasn’t aimed at Y/N. But it still had him seething. “It’s the hardest to control. When I was younger, I wasn’t always able to stop it once it flared up.” Her eyes glazed over, stuck in a memory.

Bucky was breathing heavily and trying to calm himself down, once Y/N released him from the anger.

He looked up to find Y/N smirking mischievously at him. “You once asked me if I could make someone fall in love with me. That’s impossible. However,” Her gaze narrowed. “I can invoke desire.”

Bucky felt a rush of fire go through his veins. Y/N sneered as she saw his pupils dilate in hunger. He rushed forward and pushed her roughly against the wall of the greenhouse. His lips crashed onto hers. His hands were gripping tightly at her waist. It was so unruly that it pushed her oversized sweater above her hips, exposing her lace underwear.

Y/N must have released him from her emotional hold because Bucky then felt like a bucket of ice cold water had splashed over him. He broke the kiss and tried to catch his breath. He pressed his forehead against Y/N’s shoulder.

“Please don’t do that again.” He panted.

Y/N chuckled and ran her fingers soothingly through his hair. “Not so tough now, are you?” She goaded.

“I shouldn’t have underestimated you, moya malen'kaya soblaznitel'nitsa.” He murmured into her chest.

Y/N gently pulled Bucky’s head away so she could look at him. “What did you just call me?” She laughed.

“My little temptress.” Bucky confessed.

She shook her head at the pet name.

Bucky stood up straight again, reclaiming his strength and virility. “For the record, I don’t think I ever need your emotional influence to desire you.” His lips slowly descended onto her neck and moved their way up.

Y/N giggled. “Is that so?”

Then he was kissing her passionately.

She hadn’t given herself much time to reflect on her first time with Bucky. She had expected him to be cold and distant. There was no denying that Bucky had been through trauma. Steve had made a few comments here and there about his best friend never fully being himself again.

But none of that had reflected in the bedroom. Bucky was gentle, but fulfilling. Y/N had never felt more beautiful and like a woman than with him. She tried so hard not to compare him to Steve. But her sick mind couldn’t help it.

Steve had been tender, loving, and full of passion. Somehow she could always tell Steve was an artist from the way he touched her body. He remembered every caress, every spot that unraveled her. There was never a time where Steve thought of only himself. She was always his first priority.

But sex with Bucky had been filled with him worshipping her body. He had this sweet carefulness that surprised her. He was bolder too. Y/N could feel a release of all the pent up love he had hidden from her. It was euphoric but also saddening to feel. She could also sense the trauma Bucky had been through. The way he held her body, it was like Bucky was constantly scared someone would take him away from her again.

Despite their differences, sex with both super-soldiers was mind blowing. She wished every human in the world could experience it at least once.

But this felt different now. Bucky had more confidence. His touches were purposeful and there was no hesitation.

“Should we go to the bedroom?” Y/N managed to whisper between kisses.

Bucky smirked at that. “I don’t really see the need to…”

“Fair enough.” Then Y/N felt her back being pressed onto one of the worktables in the greenhouse.

---

Bucky woke up when his arm slid to the other side of the bed and felt coldness. His eyes snapped open to find Y/N gone. But his panic instantly subsided when he heard shuffling in the kitchen downstairs.

Not bothering to put a shirt on, Bucky slipped on a pair of sweatpants and scuffled downstairs.

He watched Y/N for a moment as she fluttered about, getting ready for the day. Unlike him, she wasn’t dressed in her pajamas or even loungewear. For once, her outfit was more business casual.

Y/N then caught sight of him and smiled. “Did I wake you up?” She winced slightly with potential guilt.

Bucky gave her a tired smile and walked over to press a quick kiss to her lips. “Your absence in bed woke me up, not your morning routine.”

“Will you be okay stranded here? I have to go to the community center, and then use my lunch break to go pick up Jimmy from the airport.” Y/N asked. She only had the one car and Bucky couldn’t exactly take the huge quinjet around town.

But Y/N barely looked at him for an answer. She looked frazzled with the schedule. He could tell she was going over the day in her head for the hundredth time.

“Doll, why don’t I go with you to work and I’ll pick Jimmy up? That way you don’t have to worry about making it back in time.”

The suggestion surprised her enough to get Y/N out of her head for a split second. “You don’t have to do that…” She quickly answered.

“I know I don’t. But I want to.”

“But…What are you going to do at the community center all day?”

Bucky laughed at her concern. “I’ll figure something out.” In all honesty, he wanted to get a glimpse of Y/N in her element. He knew she used to work at the library back when she dated Steve. But Bucky didn’t dare go there when she was working.

Y/N looked at him with an endearing, yet astonished, expression. She wasn’t used to help. In fact, she didn’t like it most of the time. Her independence was sacred. But now she was looking at Bucky like he was some godsend she didn’t deserve.

“Just let me change real quick.” Bucky stated before leaving the room. A few minutes he returned in a black t-shirt, dark jeans, and his combat boots. Without asking permission, he grabbed the car keys from her hand. “I’ll drive.”

Y/N shook her head and his authority.

---

“Miss Y/L/N! Miss Y/L/N!” The children screamed at Y/N as she walked into their little classroom. Despite many of the kids going through rough times, they still loved Y/N.

Bucky leaned against the doorway, watching them practically climb all over her.

“Hey guys! You just saw me last week. It hasn’t been that long!” But she giggled at their affection. “Okay. Why don’t you all grab your supplies and set up your individual stations?” With the instruction, the children dispersed.

“Hi Sergeant Barnes.” A little voice murmured below Bucky. He’d been so enamored with watching Y/N, he hadn’t felt anyone approach him. He glanced down to see the little girl from the market smiling up at him shyly.

Bucky knelt down. “Hi Katie.” He responded sweetly.

“Are you Miss Y/L/N’s boyfriend?” She whispered.

He couldn’t help but laugh uncomfortably at the question.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone.” Katie continued to whisper. And for some reason, Bucky believed her.

“Well… I’ll tell you a little secret then.” Bucky started softly. “I love Miss Y/L/N a lot. More than she knows.”

“You’re just waiting for her to love you back?” She asked in understanding.

Bucky chuckled. “Something like that, kid.”

“Katie! Come on in!” Y/N suddenly interrupted. The little girl skipped into the room and grabbed some art supplies. “And you,” Y/N pointed to Bucky with an accusing smile. “Stop charming all of the kids.” Luckily all the other children were too distracted with Y/N and getting their supplies to notice that an Avenger was in their midst.

Bucky played up an innocent look. His eyes flickered down to her lips. He wanted to kiss her, but he knew she was trying to maintain a professional air. So he gave her a wink and disappeared.

---

Bucky looked around the crowds for Jimmy. It was a small airport and he doubted the boy could slide past him unnoticed.

“Uncle Bucky?” Jimmy called out from a distance.

Next thing Bucky knew, he was being practically tackled by the boy as he sprinted into his arms. If it had been Y/N, she surely would’ve been knocked off her feet.

“Hey buddy!” Bucky laughed as he ruffled Jimmy’s hair. “Jesus, you’re getting big.” It had barely been over a month since he last saw him.

Jimmy shrugged. “I’ll still be one of the shortest boys in my grade.” Then his eyes raced around the airport. “Where’s mom? Is she okay?”

“Your mom’s fine. She’s at work still. So I offered to pick you up.” Bucky quickly explained as he studied the boy’s face. He was quickly realizing that Jimmy had become somewhat protective and worrisome over his mother, especially after the whole Brian situation. He couldn’t blame Jimmy, but Bucky felt guilty for not being there to prevent it from happening in the first place.

As soon as they were buckled in the car, Jimmy’s face lit up. “Can we find a place in the park for you to teach me more moves?”

Bucky took in a deep breath. The two of them had continued their little self-defense lessons secretly. Jimmy was a quick learner. But that didn’t stop Bucky from feeling guilty for going behind Y/N’s back.

Jimmy could sense the hesitation. “Come on! We can practice and then grab ice cream so she won’t wonder why it took us so long to get back to the community center.”

Bucky looked at him in horror. “When did you get so conniving?” He ruffled Jimmy’s hair.

The boy ignored the question. “Please, Uncle Bucky?”

Bucky tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “Fine.” Then he glanced over at him. “Are you still getting picked on, Jimmy?”

The boy didn’t say anything, only stared out his passenger window. But he noticed Jimmy tighten his grip on his backpack.

Bucky sighed. “Jimmy… you know, it’s okay to run away from a fight sometimes.”

Without looking away from the window, the boy replied, “No, it’s not.”

And Bucky swore it could’ve been Steve answering him.

-----

Part 12

Sorry this one took longer than usual. I work full time and I got really busy, so there was no time to write. Review and reblog and make me happy :)

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