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baroquebucky · 3 years

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touch

soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there

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a/n: hi bffs !! hope u all enjoy this !! i am a sucker for soulmate au’s <3 let me know what u guys think and if u guys want a part 2 !!!

Bucky awoke to the sound of the guards unlocking the door, the metal creaking as Alexander Pierce walked in, waving the guards off to leave the two alone.

“you have another mission today” the man spoke smoothly, bucky getting up from his small bed and staring at the man infront of him, “you need to finish this before it gets out of hand” pierce spoke, eyeing the soldier as he stared blankly ahead.

“Do you understand?” He questioned, bucky looked at him, nodding his head silently as the guards took him out, taking him to get ready for his mission.

He had stopped resisting, he had nothing left, he couldn’t remember much and he had no idea who he even was. Bucky followed the motions, suiting up and grabbing his weapons alongside the other HYDRA agents.

You frowned at steve and natasha, grumbling to yourself as Sam let you into the house.

“im y/n, sorry about these two” you smiled at the man, extending your hand out and turning to your two friends.

“thank you for coming y/n, we really need you” Steve spoke, natasha nodding in agreement as she dried her hair slowly.

“yeah, yeah everyone always needs me” you joked, sitting next to them and rubbing your eyes, “woke me up from my nap so this better be good” you spoke, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back.

Steve and natasha explained the situation, telling you what they knew about the winter soldier, you soaked in the information, attempting to google him but coming up with almost nothing.

“hm, so you want me to do what, exactly” you questioned, looking at the trio staring back at you.

“fight with us, help us, we have to stop HYDRA” Steve spoke, looking at natasha before continuing, “i don’t know who to trust and” he sighed, “we know we can trust you, are you in?”

You smiled, getting up and pulling the three in for a hug, sams eyes going wide.

“of course I’m in, i care about you guys too much to let you die alone” you chuckled, pulling away, looking at Sam before speaking up, “no ones dying by the way, right?”

The four of you were on the rooftop, getting information out of Sitwell, laughing when natasha kicked him off.

“What about that girl from accounting, Laura?” Natasha spoke, looking at Steve as he thought about the woman’s name.

“Lillian! Lip piercing right?” Natasha nodded and Steve shook his head.

“yeah I’m not ready for that” you laughed at the two lightly.

“you should get with the time have a little fun!” You teased, Natasha smiling as you sided with her, nodding her head excitedly.

As Sam brought Sitwell back you began the interrogation, threatening to throw the man off for good is he didn’t start talking. Your eyes were steely and they let you handle him, getting all the information you needed.

“i didn’t know you could be so-” sam stopped, trying to find the right words.

“evil?” Natasha offered.

“terrifying?” Steve chuckled and Sam nodded.

“Insight launched in 16 hours” you spoke up, checking your phone, Natasha nodded speaking up after you, “we’re cutting it kinda close here.”

Steve looked ahead with furrowed brows nodding his head, “well use him to bypass the DNA scans and bypass the helicarriers directly.”

Sitwell scoffed next to you, blabbering on about you something, you rolled your eyes, going to say something when someone reached through the window and threw him out, your eyes going wide.

“what the fuck!” You screeched, looking up and seeing who you assumed was the winter soldier.

Your eyes were wide as you stared out the windshield, a tug in your chest as you saw him sliding across the concrete, steadying himself with his metal arm.

Natasha pulled her gun out, aiming at the man. A car rear ended you, pushing you forward and knocking your wind out. The soldier jumped atop the car, holding on tight as the truck behind you pushed you all foward.

Sam pressed on the breaks, trying to steer away from the other cars. A metal hand reached through the windshield and tore the steering wheel out from his grasp.

“shit!” Sam yelled, eyes wide as the car drove into another, Natasha reaching her gun and shooting in hopes of hitting the masked man.

Steve grabbed onto the three in the front, looking back at you with wide eyes.

“go!” You yelled, scrambling to open the door before the car crashed into the wall.

“hang on!” Steve called, jumping out, with you bracing yourself for the impact seconds after, you flew out the door, hitting the ground with a thud.

You ran to join natasha and Sam, ducking behind cars to avoid the bullets, finally pulling out your pocket knife and hitting one of the men in the chest, running again as they shot at you three even more.

You and natasha jumped down, holding onto her as she shot something under the bridge to swing from.

The two of you landed safely, you pointed to the shadow of the solider, running alongside her to shoot at the man.

You both aimed and fired, hitting his giggled and causing him to turn back. You let out a sigh, hoping they would give you a minute to recover. You both ran for cover as he leaned back over, machine gun in hand and shooting wildly.

“fucks sake” you let out, breathless as you aimed to shoot back at him, running for cover once again, hiding behind the parked cars. Your eyes focusing on the bus steve had fallen into, relief flooding your body when you saw him jumping out and hiding behind the shield safely, eyes moving to the highway and seeing Sam shooting from above.

“I’m gonna leave this recording here, ill sneak up behind him and then you try and get him, we can double team him” Natasha spoke, you nodded, letting her record the memo before setting it down and running.

Your heart raced as you saw the soldier approach the vehicle, waiting for the right moment to strike. As Natasha ran to tackle him from behind you noticed the amount of people still around you, the explosion next to you sending people flying.

“shit” you mumbled, running to help them as Natasha held her own.

“get out of the way! Run! Get out of here” you yelled, pointing at those in frenzy to run in the opposite direction, you glanced over your shoulder, Natasha being thrown into a car.

As you turned to help her you noticed a little girl crying, alone. You debated for a second before running up to her, taking her in your arms and handing her off to some random adult who was fleeing.

Natasha had messed the man arm up, joining her in her sprint as you all yelled for people to move and to take cover. You heard the whirl of a bullet and natasha groan, doubling over next to a car.

“take of her!” Steve yelled, holding off the soldier. You let eyes were wide, putting pressure on Natasha wound and looking around.

“you’re gonna be fine” you told her, looking into the car and breaking the window with your elbow, opening the compartment in the passengers seat and smiling when you found a first aid kit.

“come on” you mumbled, moving her gently and cleaning the wound, doing your best with what little you had. You tried to bandage her, the sound of the bullets hitting Steve’s shield making your hands shake.

“go help them, I’ll be fine” Natasha groaned out, you hesitated before nodding, running to where Steve was.

You hid behind a car, watching as he shoved a knife into a van, barely missing Steve’s head.

You jumped from behind the car as Steve reached to grab his shield, hitting the metal armed man, you used your body weight to twist him back.

Visions flashed in your eyes, quick flashes of a man with a charming smile and beautiful blue eyes. The sound of laughter echoing in your ears as the mask fell besides you. You saw the two of you cuddled up on a couch, you saw two two of you watching a sunset while on a picnic, giggles falling from your mouth.

Bucky saw it too, his mind flashing with pictures of a life he didn’t recognize, seeing you, his mission in them. He saw you cuddled at his side, he saw you on a stage together singing with lyrics on a screen, he saw the two of you rescuing a white cat from the rain. Bucky saw you holding out a present for him, a bright smile on you face, he saw you throwing flour at him in a kitchen, cookies baking in an over.

He stayed on the ground, memories who he used to be flooding his mind, hope of who he could become clouding his judgement.

Tears brimmed in his eyes as he looked up at you, standing in front of Steve with an equally shocked look on your face.

“it’s you” you breathed out, your heart tugging in your chest as your eyes met his blue ones, they were cloudy and they were broken but god, you already loved them.

“it’s you” he whispered. A year rolling down his face before HYDRA agents surrounded you all.

“Bucky?” Steve spoke, finally getting a good look at the man.

The super soldier stayed quiet, panic in his eyes and he looked at you, setting his weapon down. You made a move to run to him, but Sam flew in, knocking him feet away from you, Natasha soon launching a grenade.

“no!” You screamed, running to where he was. He was gone.

“No! Please i just found him no!” You cried, sinking to you knees, Sam ran over to you, holding you tightly as you sobbed, agents surrounding the four of you and telling you all to get down on your knees.

You sobbed into sams chest, only leaving his embrace when the agents ripped you from him.

Buckys eyes were wide as he sat in the chair, his heart racing as he recalled your face, your hair. He recalled the flashes he saw, his future with you.

He had something to hold onto, he had something to fight for, someone to survive for. He thought about the man who was next to you, he was familiar, he was in his old memories.

Buckys mind raced, knowing they would wipe his memories, he soaked in every last detail, praying he could hold onto to what he had after they wiped him.

He could hold onto you, his hope.

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haileygarciasunshine · 3 years

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A Little Party Never Killed Anybody

Great Gatsby AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Gatsby!Reader

Written: May 17th, 2021

Posted: May 17th, 2021

Warning: Mentions of Alcohol.

Word Count: 1,678

Author's Note: Steve and Bucky come back from the war, and it's based in 1920, not 1940.

Cat's Pajamas: Anything good, the best, the greatest.

High-Hat: To Snub, be Snotty.

Summary: The reader meets Two soldiers that Jay befriended in the army. Fluff

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Groaning, you pulled into the driveway. As per usual, the house was filled with party-goers. The house was so luminescent, that you could see the lights from miles away.

It wasn't long before one of the many butlers that your brother employed greeted you.

"Good evening, miss Gatsby." He stood beside your car door, waiting for any form of instruction.

"Good evening." You grinned, exiting the car. "I'm assuming my brother is brooding as per usual." You spoke tugging off your gloves.

"Yes, he is, miss Gatsby." He nodded.

Exhaling a huff, you nodded. "Of course he is." Turning toward the house, you felt dread wash over you. The jazz band's music danced through the air as people danced along.

"I suppose I should get going then." You spoke as your voice broke.

Making your way towards the stairs, you were abruptly stopped by the butler.

"Wait, miss Gatsby!"

Furrowing your eyebrows together in confusion, you turned slightly allowing yourself to gaze at him.

"Yes?"

Clearing his throat, he adjusted his collar. "Mr. Gatsby told me not to tell you-"

"Is that so?" You questioned raising an eyebrow.

"He invited Two of his friends from the war-"

Cutting him off with a groan, you rolled your eyes grumbling to yourself.

"I think you might find their presence refreshing..." He muttered, quickly getting in your car and taking it to the garage.

Standing on the steps stunned, you hummed in thought.

One of the many drunken party-goers stumbled behind you.

"Gatsby's party is the Cat's Pajamas!" He bellowed holding his arms out as if to show.

Jumping, you felt your heart race as you were startled by the sudden booming voice.

Scoffing, you stomped into the house. It became much more of a hassle to dodge drunken people. Wherever you walked, it reeked of alcohol.

Making your way to the second floor, you stood on one of the many platforms that overlooked the party.

"There you are!" Jordan's voice singsonged through your ears.

Rolling your eyes, you were about to come face to face with one of the people you had a strong dislike for.

Turning around, you plastered a fake smile upon your lips. If you hadn't put on a smile, word would spread that you were a bad co-host.

Leaning in, you greeted her with air kisses as she did you.

"Where have you been-"

"Y/N!" Jay's familiar voice called. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Come, there's someone I want to introduce you to." Swooping in, he linked his arm through yours. "Pardon me, miss Baker." He spoke, offering her his signature flirtatious smile. "I must steal my sister away." Lifting her hand to his lips, he placed a gentle kiss on the back of it.

The sound of Jordan's giggles filled the air. Only those standing immediately close to her would be able to hear. A pink tint danced along her cheeks, as she gave Jay a toothy grin.

Whisking you away, he ushered you into one of the rooms he had one of the butlers clear out. Closing the door, you let out an exasperated sigh.

"Thanks for the save." You chuckled, making yourself comfortable on one of the chairs.

Chuckling, Jay nodded. "Of course."

"So, is there really someone you want me to meet, or was that just one of the great gatsby rumors?" You questioned raising an eyebrow.

Rolling his eyes, Jay stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Clasping his hands together behind his back, he stared in admiration at the Greenlight across the bay.

"There is." He muttered. "I just figured I'd give you a moment to regroup since we both know how you get when you're around too many people."

Sighing, you joined your brother's side.

"How long are you going to keep waiting for her?" You questioned glancing up toward your brother. You were overwhelmed with sorrow, as your heart broke for him.

"As long as it takes," Jay responded without missing a beat. "I've loved always loved her."

Frowning, you nodded. Even if you didn't understand why he felt strongly towards Daisy, you pushed your personal feelings for her aside in support of your brother. Jay had girls throwing themselves at him left and right, but he never took up their offers.

Opening your mouth to speak, you were interrupted by the sound of someone knocking.

"Sorry to bother you mister and miss Gatsby..." The butler's voice trailed off, as he opened the door, allowing himself and two other men inside the room. "I have mister Rogers, mister Barnes, and mister Carraway."

"Thank you," Jay spoke dismissing the butler.

Glancing at Jay, you couldn't stop yourself from feeling confused. He was throwing an enormously luxurious party yet, he stood here in an empty room wanting to introduce two friends of his to his sister. Both men stood before you proudly, in their uniforms.

Clearing your throat, you shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind.

Smiling, you extended your hand greeting the men. "It's nice to meet you."

Glancing up, you felt a strange sense of Deja Vu.

"Have...Have we met before?" You questioned glancing between Mister Barnes and Mister Rogers.

"Please, call me Steve." He spoke shaking your hand graciously. "This is Bucky."

"Y/N." You spoke.

"We served in the war, with your brother." Bucky chimed in, his blue eyes piercing into yours.

"Ah, yes." You thought aloud as you nodded.

Before you knew it, the room had cleared, leaving you and Bucky alone. As time went by, you sat together on the loveseat in the room conversating for hours.

Attempting to stifle a yawn, you covered your mouth with your hand. Glancing at his wrist, Bucky gauged the time.

"It's getting late.." Bucky sighed. "I should probably go find Steve.."

"Oh, yes of course." You spoke, feeling a ping of sadness. Out of all the men you had met, Bucky had been the most genuine.

Leading you out of the room, it wasn't long before you were caught in a swarm of women. Each one, desperately wanting Sargent Barnes' attention.

As more and more women, came, the more distance that was created between you. Frowning, you found yourself on the outside of the swarm

Turning on your heel, you began making your way down the hall. Tears foamed in your eyes as you walked away.

A warm firm hand clasped around yours preventing you from any further retreating.

"Where do you think you're going doll?" Bucky questioned, giving you his warm toothy smile.

Rolling your eyes, you yanked your hand out of his, earning a frown from him. "I'm surprised you noticed with all the High-Hat women around you." You spat, crossing your arms along your chest.

The beads and sequins of your dress lightly scratching your skin in the process. Luckily, you had been wearing one of your favorite dresses. It was a baby pink tank dress, with hand-sewn beads and sequins all through it. Around your middle, the dress had a silver belt made of beads.

As you stood before Bucky, you shifted all of your weight upon one leg. With your free one, you began impatiently tapping on the marble floor.

Bucky smirked at you, as he read you. Tilting his head, he bit his lip. "Are you...Are you jealous miss Gatsby?"

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. "Not even in your dreams, mister Barnes." You spat, resuming your walk down the hall.

"Oh!" He exclaimed chuckling. "You are!"

Not bothering to respond, you shook your head. The rest of the walk was filled with silence. Joining the party, you felt a slight panic bubble within you. Jay was always the more sociable between the two of you.

Sneaking a glance at you, Bucky was able to pick up on your sudden change in demeanor. Taking a chance, he slipped his hand into yours. The feeling of his warm firm hand, caused butterflies to erupt in your tummy. Glancing up, you sent him a closed-lip smile, silently thanking him.

It wasn't until you both had almost walked the entirety of the house that you found Jay and Steve.

"Great of you to finally join us." Jay teased.

Rolling your eyes, you let an exasperated huff tumble from your lips. Jay bounced his gaze from your conjoined hands to your face, sending you a silent question.

Removing your hand from Bucky's, you cleared your throat. As you glanced at his features, you thought you were able to see a flicker of disappointment.

Steve had excused himself for a brief moment, leaving the three of you alone. Something undescribable hung in the air.

"So, old sport..."

Shaking your head, you already drowned out what Jay was saying to Bucky. Gazing around the platform, you observed the party-goers. It had gotten much later resulting in the party slowly dying down. Some of the attendees had passed out along the steps while others were laying along the floor in the halls.

"What time works best for you?" The sound of Jay's question rang through your ears. Snapping your head towards either man, you gaped at your brother.

"Whatever it is, you don't have to participate in." You spoke turning toward Bucky. Panic began bubbling up.

"How about Nine?" Bucky questioned.

Jay smiled. "Nine it is then." He nodded, retreating to one of the rooms as he excused himself to take a call.

Turning to face you, there was a tinted color along Bucky's features. "I, uh.." His voice trailed off.

"We should get going," Steve spoke, clasping a hand on Bucky's shoulder. Gazing between you and him, he felt the electricity in the air. "Am I interrupting something?"

"No." You quickly responded. "I was just leaving." Following the direction that Jay had gone, your movements were hurried as you practically ran into the room.

Sighing, Bucky returned his gaze to Steve. "Oh, I know that look." Steve beamed staring between his best friend and the direction you had just retreated in.

"Shut up." He hissed, ducking his head. "Let's get out of here."

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anagentinwriting · 3 years

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Lifeline - Part 17

Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader

Word Count: 3800+

Warnings: Angst, violence, suspense, kidnapping

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Nat kept a watchful eye on Thor when he came back to the waiting room. He was twirling his phone in his hand when his eyes connected with hers; He shot her a hard glare before shaking his head. She grimaced, letting out a scoff and stood up a little straighter. She turned her attention back to assist Clint with asking routine questions to Bucky, Carol, and Val. Bucky’s eyes connected with hers, and he reached out, taking her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before letting go. She nodded, putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

Nat tried to focus on doing her job, but she was too close to this. You were one of her best friends, and she was scared for you in this situation. She wanted to believe what Thor was saying about Jig and Billy being the same person, but she needed proof or some sort of evidence, pointing them in that direction. Steve’s phone was the key to this, but she couldn’t go through it in case they needed it to use against him in court. She didn’t have a problem with lying, but if the defense found out what she did, she would be screwed and possibly lose her job. Billy deserved to be locked up for everything he did to you, and that cell phone would be another reason on a long list of reasons to lock him up. She wanted to protect you like Thor did, but it needed to be done right.

“Natasha,” Thor shouted, forcing her head to snap in his direction. He was heading their way with Sam behind him. “Sam can confirm Billy and Jig are the same person. He met Jig once.”

She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest. “Is this true, or are you making it up?”

“It’s true,” Sam nodded. “I met him one night at Happy’s. It was a quick meeting, but you don’t forget that white boy’s pretty face.”

Nat’s mouth dropped open, covering it with her hand in shock. Bucky was beside her, placing a reassuring hand on the small of her back. She looked over at him with tearful eyes as her mind drifted to the worst-case scenario. Bucky pulled her into a hug, and everything around her became white noise.

Billy got to you; he abducted you and almost killed Steve in the process. She squeezed her eyes shut, pulling Bucky closer. How did this happen? How did he even find you? How long has he been here? What was going to happen to you? All these unanswered questions flooded her mind until everything went silent. This was what she needed, evidence to find you and bring you home safe. Her eyes snapped open, pulling away from Bucky. She smirked at him, and his blue eyes narrowed at her.

“Keep me updated on Steve, will you?” She whispered, putting her hands on his cheeks.

He nodded. “As long as you do the same with YN.”

She kissed him, turning around and catching Thor’s eye. “Thor, let’s go.”

“Wait, what? Where?” Thor was looking between everyone as if asking if they had the answers.

“To find your sister, but we may have to ask for a little help.”

“But, I thought you weren’t technically on the case?”

“Small technicality. Nick will forgive me; I’m one of his favorites,” she winked, and Clint nodded in agreement. “Besides, I’m also a concerned friend of the victim, and I’m just following a possible lead. It could lead to something, or it might not.” Nat shrugged, looking over to Clint. “Cover for me?”

“It’s what I do best.”

“Let’s go get this bastard,” Thor stated, giving Nat a forgiving nod.

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The soft melody coming from the radio woke you up, but you didn’t move. A breeze hit your face, and the smell of the ocean hit your nose. A calm sensation came over you as you moved ever so slightly, feeling your hands bound, restricting your movement. Taking in another breath, a hint of familiar cologne came to your senses. You gulped, turning your head to what you hoped was a window. A sharp pain hit the side of your face, making you wince, causing your eyes to flicker open. The car sat parked near the ocean, and you could see the sun rising in the distance, cascading a soft glow over the landscape. You glanced at your hands, seeing a zip tie wrapped around them. You gulped, looking over to the driver’s seat to find your ex-husband wrapping his wrist. Your eyes widened as your mind flashed to him on the other side of the door, Steve laying motionless on the ground, the struggle in your condo, Cosmo attacking, and a punch to your face that knocked you out cold.

“Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?”

“What… what did you do?” You stammered, feeling tears start to form in your eyes.

He smirked, taping the gauze on his wrist. “I think the better question is what did you do?” You narrowed your eyes, wincing as a sharp pain traveled alongside your face. Your hand shot to your face, touching the tender area between your eye and cheekbone. “I warned you what would happen if you left. People would get hurt, but you didn’t listen.”

“Is he dead?”

“Who? Steve? Would it make a difference if he was?” He quirked an eyebrow as your bottom lip trembled, staring out the window at the ocean. “I wouldn’t worry about him anymore.”

“Why did you do that?” Your voice cracked as a sob escaped from your mouth. “He was a good man.”

“Steve was a great guy. I didn’t want to hurt him. I liked Steve. He was one helluva pool player, and we were friends,” he paused, your head snapping in his direction. “But, when he put his hands on you. I wanted to kill him.” Billy clenched his fists, shaking his head. “Steve doesn’t deserve you. He was never good enough for you. Hell, he was just using you to get over his dead wife.” He let out a breath, his dark brown eyes connected with yours, sending a shiver down your spine. “If you stayed home and didn’t leave me, we wouldn’t be in this situation right now. Steve wouldn’t be dead because of you.”

Your stomach dropped, with tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. You squeezed your eyes shut as the sharp pain radiating from your cheek was welcoming compared to what you were feeling inside. You swallowed down a sob, but your shaky breath didn’t dissipate. Your head clouded up, blocking out any other sound besides your racing heart. You slowly opened your eyes, trying to blink the tears away, but a few escaped down your cheeks and landed on your jeans. You stared at the wet droplets, unable to move, only being able to concentrate on your breathing. You sniffled, clearing your throat. “How long have you been watching me?”

“Does it matter?” He arched a brow at you. “I will give you some credit though, leaving that note saying you and Loki took an impromptu trip together. At first, I didn’t think much of it. I mean, you two are attached at the hip, so I knew you would be back in a few days, but you never did come home. Even after I saw Loki’s posts about being back home, but still no you. ” He leaned back in his seat, rubbing a hand over his mouth.

“The most frustrating part of all was that you never returned my calls, which led me straight to Loki, and he told me you were staying with him for a few more days. I thought, ‘Alright. I get it. You want some time.’” He sighed, shaking his head. “After a few more days of no new texts and no returned phone calls. I decided to sneak into Loki’s and quickly realized you weren’t staying there. In fact, it looked like you were never there. Then I proceeded to go to your work, which I now realized I should’ve done to begin with because I discovered you quit.” He paused, hitting the steering with your palm, making you jump in your seat.

“It was embarrassing to find out your wife left you in front of her co-workers.” He clenched his jaw, staring daggers at you. “This led to me tracking your phone, but it never did tell me where you were.” He smirked. “I am almost positive it involved an anti-tracker app. Smart play.” He nodded. “Nice to know you learned a few things from me during our time together, but I’m surprised you didn’t think I wouldn’t be able to find you?”

“Who's to say I didn’t,” you countered, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

He cackled in the seat next to you, shaking his head, and in one quick motion grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. You tried to jerk away, but he tightened his hold. All the mischief in his eyes was gone, replaced with his harsh gaze. He clenched his jaw, making you gulp and stare into the depths of his emotionless eyes. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you? Running off to your big brother, thinking he would protect you. It’s cute really, but deep down, he didn't do his job the first time, let alone this time. He didn’t protect you. He didn’t keep you safe. It’s comical, just how easy it was to get you back.” He scoffed, licking his lips. “And Loki’s all the same. They’re both egoistic, self-absorbed, and out for themselves. It’s poetic, how you were always there for them, but they were never there for you like I was.” He reached over and dragged his fingers against your cheek. You clenched your jaw, pulling away from his touch.

“What do you want from me?” You mumbled, observing him from the corner of your eye.

He sighed, dropping his hand. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you to come home where it is safe. Come home to someone who actually cares about you. My god, YN, you have no idea how much I have missed you and….and I’m sorry,” he confessed as his voice cracked. Your head snapped in his direction to see him running a hand through his hair. “I was an asshole for how I treated you, and I can’t believe I became that person.” His gaze caught yours, noticing his lips trembling. “I told you I would change, but I didn’t, and I don’t know why.” He paused, clearing his throat. “I want to change, but I don’t think I can do it without you. I need you. You have always believed in me more than I believed in myself. I don’t want to lose what we have together. Please come home to me. I forgive you for running. I want to start over, start fresh, start that family you always wanted. Anything; I will do anything,” he begged with tears on the verge of falling.

You swallowed, staring wide-eyed at him, not knowing what to say. Billy has always been a confident talker, telling you what you wanted to hear and making all the right promises. He could coax you into coming back every time you left him with his caring apologetic words. You believed you could trust him time and time again. He could persuade you into getting what he wanted, not what you wanted.

You rubbed your lips together, knowing what you should say or at least what he wanted you to say. But, you didn’t need him anymore, like he needed you. You moved on, and in this moment, he couldn’t control you anymore. “I want to start a family, Billy.” His shoulders sank in relief as a smile crossed his features. “But, I don’t want it with you. I don’t want anything to do with you. Our relationship is a repeating pattern that causes both of us pain. I can’t do this with you anymore,” you breathed, your eyes flickering to his; they changed from sincere and honest to dark and destructive in a matter of seconds.

He brought his hand down his face, shaking his head. “You don’t get to say when this is over. I do.” He let out a deep breath and slapped you across the face. You yelped, sending a shooting pain down your same cheek, bringing tears to the corner of your eye. You leaned away from him, reaching for the door handle, and tried to push it open, but he grabbed a hold of you and held a knife to your throat.

“STOP MOVING,” he grunted through clenched teeth. You quit squirming and stared at the blade against your throat. “It didn’t have to come to this. ” He clenched his jaw, grabbing the passenger seat belt and strapped you in. He leaned forward, his breath fanning against your ear as he whispered, “I have a plan, but unlike yours, it will work.”

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Thor and Nat walked through the doors of your dispatch center. Thor’s eyes scanned the many individuals typing away at their screens and talking into their headpieces. It was a different scene than what he was used to. It felt calmer and less hectic, but on the other end of the calls, he could only imagine what people were going through.

Bruce made eye contact with them, holding up his pointer finger as he helped one of the dispatchers at their desk.

“Bruce, busy man,” Thor chuckled, and Nat hummed in agreement.

“Thor, Nat, hi. Any news? Have the police found anything?” Bruce asked, walking over to them.

“Don’t get me started on the police. At YN house, they were walking around finding clues and placing their little yellow numbers by them, and taking pictures. Like, what is that going to do? They should be out looking for her since I already told them who abducted her, but no one believed me.” Thor shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Calm down, big guy, it’s called procedure, and we were finding evidence.” Nat patted him on the shoulder before turning to Bruce. “Anyways, we came to ask for a favor, and we think you could help us with it.”

“Name it,” Bruce nodded, putting his hands in his pockets.

“We need to track this number, but the fastest way without a warrant is to go through dispatch, or so I heard,” Nat hinted, raising her eyebrows.

“What is it? Landline or cell phone?”

“Cell phone.”

“Cell phones are trickier since we don’t get an automatic address like we do with landlines. Our system has to digitally request the phone’s location from the cellular network. I will have to put in a manual request, which won’t be a problem, it will just take some time,” Bruce stated, going over to one of the computers. “What’s the number?” Thor read the number off his phone as Bruce typed it in and quickly filled in the necessary information.

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Billy pulled into a gas station and parked the car behind it. He reached behind your seat, hearing him shuffle around and come forward with a scissor, wet nap, and a baseball cap. He cupped your face in his hands, using the wet-nap to wipe your face. You squeezed your eyes shut, ignoring the pain on your cheek. “There’s my girl, all cleaned up.” He lifted your head with his finger and tilted it in all directions. He grabbed ahold of your bound hands, cutting the zip tie from your wrists. “Put this hat on, and just know, if you run, you don’t want to know what I will do.”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. He squeezed your hands before getting out of the car and coming around the front to get you. He opened the door, instantly putting his arm around your shoulder, leaning into you. You tensed up, smelling the all-to-familiar cologne that sent your nerves firing in warning. It was a cologne you loved, having picked out for him when you first started dating, but now it filled your head with many unpleasant memories.

“Loosen up, hon, you can trust me,” he whispered in your ear, hitting the bill of your hat, making you readjust it.

You gave him a hard nod, forcing a tight smile. He let go of you as someone was walking out, holding the door for the two of you. You looked the man straight in the face, hoping he would take a look at you and help in some way, but Billy mumbled a quick thanks and took your hand. You glanced at the guy behind the register, but he stared down at his phone while Billy dragged you to the drink coolers.

“What do you want?”

“Can I run to the bathroom? Can’t pick anything on a full bladder,” you smirked, squeezing his hand.

“Of course, make it quick,” he nodded, letting go of your hand.

You walked back up the aisle and down another, glancing at the man behind the counter, who was still staring down at his phone. Keeping a watchful eye on Billy, you snatched a set of permanent markers from the shelf and hid them in the front of your pants and under your shirt. You took one last peek over your shoulder to see Billy’s eyes following you and opened the door to the ladies restroom.

You locked the door and leaned against it, taking in your surroundings, but there was nothing that could help you. It was a single stall bathroom with no windows. How come the only bathrooms that ever seemed to have windows were in the movies. You sighed, rubbing your forehead. There weren’t many options left: leave a note and hope someone sees it and gets help. It felt silly, but what did it hurt? You pulled the markers from the front of your pants and grabbed a brown paper towel, scribbling out a message and placing it by the sink along with the markers.

Gripping the edge of the bathroom counter, you let out a deep breath, staring down into the semi-dirty sink. You removed your hat, running your hand through your hair, and looked up at your reflection in the mirror. It was like you were right back to where you started, staring at the fragile woman you thought you left behind. The color around your right eye was changing to a dark black and blue, your cheek was puffy, and there was a small cut on your lip.

“You can get through this,” you reassured yourself, splashing cold water on your face. “Someone is looking for you.” Splash. “Someone will find you.” Splash. “Steve isn’t dead because of you.” Splash.

You stared at the water flowing out of the faucet as images of Steve started filling your mind. His signature smirk, his chest-grabbing laugh, his caring yet determined personality, and how he... Tears began forming in the corner of your eyes, blurring your vision. You squeezed them shut, sniffling, before opening your eyes to your reflection. “No crying; not yet at least; first, you need to make it out.” You cleared your throat, promising yourself with a nod. You slipped the hat back on and opened the door, jumping in surprise to find Billy waiting there.

“Grabbed your favorites,” he grinned, holding them up. You forced a smile, following him to the register. Billy placed the drinks, snacks, and a few wound cleaning supplies on the counter. You smirked, remembering Cosmo’s rescue efforts. The front door jingled, pulling your attention to a mother and her young daughter walking in.

“Okay, Monica, run to the bathroom, and I’ll grab us some snacks.” You let out a small sigh of relief, smirking at them going their separate ways.

“We should start a family once we settle into our new home,” he whispered into your ear with a smirk on his lips.

“New home?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes at him.

“It’s part of my plan.” He wiggled his eyebrows, paying the man with cash. “You always wanted a family; why not start now.” He shrugged, leaning into you. He smiled at the clerk, grabbing the bag and holding out his other hand to you. You took it, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

Billy dragged you back out to the car and let go of your hand. He opened the back door while you headed for the passenger side door. “Wait, don’t get in; we’re switching cars. He should be here any minute.”

“Why?”

“I’m sure the police already have the make and model of this car through surveillance video or the license plate number from the note you left in the ladies room.”

“What note?”

“Don’t play stupid. I’m not an idiot, besides why else would you be smirking at a mother and daughter,” he sneered while a car pulled up beside them. “Speak of the devil, right on time.”

A Rolls Royce Wraith pulled up, forcing you to roll your eyes. This was his getaway car, more than a quarter of a million-dollar car, and he expected to get away with you. It was the same car he owned in New York, but this one had updated California license plates. A bald man got out of the driver's side, coming over to you and Billy. It was hard not to be creeped out by him, with a milky left eye and a scar underneath it.

Billy’s phone buzzed once more in his hand. He looked down at it, letting out a quiet snicker. He read off the abduction alert, including your name, what you looked like, and what you were wearing last. “Turns out you got someone looking for you after all. It’s a shame they aren’t going to find you.”

You gulped, noticing the bald man smirking. “As requested, your new phone--” he handed Billy a flip phone while Billy handed him his smartphone “--with a few contacts that you can trust and help you if it’s necessary. And everything you requested is in the back seat, but knowing you, Billy, you two have already disappeared.”

Your breathing quickened at his words, your eyes darting between the two men shaking hands. Billy had the perfect plan, and you were stepping right into it. You were going to disappear, become a ghost, and no one was going to be able to find you. Your defeated eyes caught Billy’s, not missing the amusement dancing in his. You bit your lip, staring into the distance, hoping the daughter saw your note and called the police. But it dawned on you that help wasn’t coming, which left you with two options: start over and try to be happy with him, or adapt and overcome.

“Thank you for your help, Agent Orange. I’ll owe you one.” Orange nodded at Billy, walking over to the previous car before getting in and driving away. “Well, get in, honey. It’s time to go on our road trip.”

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AN: Thanks for reading Part 17! This doesn't sound like it will be a fun road trip, and from the looks of it, Billy seems to be one step ahead of her with every move she makes. How is she gonna out think him? If you haven't noticed already, Billy is a real piece of work, and I'm hoping he came off as a psychopath in this part. If not I tried my best, it's hard to tap into a dark mindset like that! Haha! I will say though, Ben Barnes, who plays Billy Russo, is an attractive man, but I will admit his brown eyes can get scary dark sometimes. Like when he's mad, you can just see it in his eyes, so I tried to play off that. And it seems like he has a buddy helping him, Agent Orange, I wonder how they know each other? Also, we kind of have a better understanding where Nat's head was at at the end of the last part. She was worried about her friend and wanted everything to be done right, and put Billy away for good. And what do you think of her and Thor teaming up to find her? And can't forget that little assist from Bruce, but will they be able to find her before she disappears forever or will something worse happen along the way? Is Steve gonna pull through? And man, I sure hope Cosmo is doing okay! Until next week, thanks again!

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Folklore [song series]

this is me trying

Modern Day AU! Steve Rogers x OC!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s life throughout the years.

word count: 3592

[a/n: I’m so sorry that it’s taken me so long to update this and my other story. i’ve been busy with school and work. thank you for your continued patience and support]

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Age: 20 Year: Dec. 2014 Location: Brooklyn, NY

"How have you been James?”

Bucky looks out the window to his right. Hands grasped together in his lap as he sits on the dark green sofa across from the woman he's been seeing for the last 5 months.

He ponders the question, making sure to answer it honestly. He looks back at her giving her his full attention again.

"Good," he answers truthfully, a small smile planted on his face. Life has been good. School is going incredibly well. My job is going better than I could've imagined. Really learning a lot."

"How are things going with Natasha?" The older lady asks.

“Great. Really great," Bucky says with a slightly bigger smile.

"Good. I'm glad to hear that," she smiles back, proud to the see progress James has made since his first visit moths ago.

After the blow up he and Steve had, Bucky fell into a depressive state. He refused to talk to anyone about what had happened. It wasn't until his younger sister Rebecca came to talk to him:

"I get you don't want to talk to any of us about what happened last week," she said as Bucky laid in bed looking out the window, his back facing her, "But you can't just stay in bed, hiding for the world. Starving yourself isn't going to solve anything.

"Sulking is only going to make you worse. It's not healthy, Buck. We're all worried. Ma is incredibly worried. She's barely been eating. I hear her wandering the house at all hours, because she can't sleep."

"You don't want to talk to us, fine. But you need to talk to someone. If not for yourself, but for Ma. Please," she begs, before leaving Bucky alone to ponder what she said.

He knew he wasn't coping the healthy way. He hadn't realized how much he was affecting his family by shutting down. The last thing he wanted to do was worry his mother. So he got himself up, took a shower, ate breakfast with his family. They were surprised to see him come down, but tried not to draw any extra attention to it. Rebecca gave him an understanding nod, which he reciprocated. After breakfast, he began his research. He decided to listen to Rebecca's advice and find someone to talk to someone to help him make sense of what is going on in his mind.

And that's how he ended up in Dr. Abraham's office.

"Have you contacted Steve yet?" She asks.

"No," he answered fiddling with his fingers, "I feel embarrassed about the way I reacted."

"That's normal, James," she assured him, "But in order to repair any damage that's been cost, you need to talk to Steve. To move forward. From what you've told me he's a very understanding person. I'm sure once you've apologized and explain to him the steps you've taken to help your mental health, I'm sure he'd be willing to accept you back into his life."

"I'm not so sure," he looked down at his hands.

"You won't know until you've tried. Listen, I'm not here to tell you what to do or what not to do. I'm just here to help you navigate your thoughts a little better. In a more healthy way. If you're really serious about living a more healthier mental life, I think you should talk to him. You don't want to really throw this lifelong friendship away, do you?"

"No, I don't," he shakes his head.

"Good. Remember to be honest," she tells him, "Vulnerability isn't a bad thing. Your feelings aren't a nuisance. it's how you handle them is what matters. I'm not saying you have to talk to him as soon as you walkout of here. I just want you to start making the notion of doing so. Our time is just about up, how about we do this. Some homework for the week.

"I want you to write a letter to Steve. Bring it in next week, you don't have to read it. But I would like to discuss it. What do you say?"

"Okay, I could do that," he agreed.

Christmas week

Steve and Elizabeth flew back home a few days before Christmas. They put their bags in the trunk of their rental car.

The car ride was silent for awhile, both tired after a long flight, now sitting in traffic on their way back to their parents' place. This would be their first time back to Brooklyn since the whole Bucky situation. The road trip back to California was fun, but there was a looming sadness over Steve. It's not like he regrets standing up to Bucky he doesn't. He just wishes thing would've played out differently. He really wished Bucky would've talked to him before he left back to California.

"How are you feeling about being back?" Elizabeth asks, while they sat in traffic.

"I don't know," Steve sighs, "Feels weird going back home and not talking to Bucky."

"Maybe you should try calling him. It's been a few months. I'm sure he'd be willing to hear you out," she said, rubbing his right arm.

"I don't want to push him," Steve said through gritted teeth, his grip on the steering wheel getting tighter.

Bucky had been a touchy subject the last few months. During the first month Elizabeth would ask Steve if he'd heard from him, the answer always being no, followed by Steve shutting down. After that Elizabeth stopped asking, noticing how much it was affecting Steve, but the constant reminder of it wasn't helping. She knew that if Bucky ever did call, Steve would tell her. The only thing she could do was be patient and be there for Steve whenever he needed her.

The holidays kept everyone busy. On Christmas Eve. Steve spent it with Elizabeth's family at her grandma's house. Elizabeth found herself watching Steve play with her younger cousins, she couldn't help but giggle when they roped him into a tea party. She found herself imagining a future where Steve would do the same with their own children. She quickly shook the daydream away. Reprimanding herself a little for even thinking about kids at their young age.

On Christmas morning Elizabeth and Steve spent it with his parents. It was a nice peaceful day just lounging around in their pajamas. For dinner, Elizabeth's parents went over to have dinner at the Rogers' house. It was a nice little send off dinner for their parents who were leaving for Mexico to spend the New Years for a couples' getaway.

Elizabeth and Steve were heading to the Hamptons to spent NYE with Wanda, Thor, Loki, and Scott. They had planned to have a nice, peaceful trip.

While Steve and Elizabeth were at the Hamptons, Bucky and Natasha were spending their NYE at his family's beach cottage in Port Washington.

They were cuddled on the couch surrounded by take out containers, watching the New Years Eve special waiting for midnight to happen.

Bucky got up about 15 minutes to midnight to grab something from the kitchen. He walked back into the room with a new bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes.

"Got some champagne," he said holding it up for Natasha to see.

"Um," Natasha awkwardly shifted in her seat, "Actually about that."

Bucky looked at Nat confused, putting the bottle and flutes down on the coffee table before sitting back down next to her.

"What's wrong" he asked, grabbing the tv remote to mute the tv, and give Natasha his full undivided attention.

"So there's something I haven't told you," she says looking down at her fidgeting fingers.

"You're worrying me Nat," Bucky said, grabbing her hands to help ease her nerves

She looked up to meet his worry filled eyes.

"I'm pregnant," she announced.

Bucky eyes widen at her announcement, instantly dropping her hands. The look on her face showing she was telling the truth.

"How is that possible?" He asks in disbelief, "We've been so careful. We use double the protection. Condoms and you're on the pill."

"Actually about that," she nervously shifted under his intense gaze, "I haven't been on birth control in a little over two months."

"What?" Bucky yelled, quickly rising from his seat, "What do you mean you haven't been on birth control in a little over two months?"

"I got off of it," she shrugged trying to play it off, "It's my body and I can do what I want with it. And I just wanted to give my body a break, I've been on the pill since I was 15."

"I get it's your body, Natasha, I'm all for you doing whatever you want," he stresses, "but you should've told me. I'm your boyfriend, we have sex frequently. You should've at least had the respect of your sexual partner, letting him know that you were no longer on birth control. So in that case I could've been a tad more careful."

"We were using condoms," she half heartedly defended herself.

"They aren't 100% effective Natasha," he gripped his hair, in complete disbelief over this entire conversation, "You even know that. That also doesn't defend yourself for not telling me. You should've told me."

"I'm sorry. It's not like I was planning for this to happen," she yelled.

Bucky just stared at her like she just grew two heads. How is she not freaking out, he thought. They were clearly way too young for this. Which is why they took precautionary measures.

After a few moments of silence Natasha spoke up, "I'm keeping the baby."

Bucky didn't know what to say. He felt the room closing in on him. He started having a hard time catching his breath.

"James," Natasha quietly said, getting up to check on him. He raised his hand, silently telling her to stay where she's at.

He headed for the back door, the house felt too suffocating for him. He walked through the the small yard to the gate that led to the beach. Stumbling around.

To a stranger they would just think he's drunk. In reality he was just having a panic attack.

It was all too much. His mind was racing.

She's pregnant. With a baby. My baby. I'm going to have a kid. I'm going to be a dad. I'm not ready to be a dad. My dad was shit. God I can't be like my dad. I'm not ready for all of this.

He put his hands on his knees, hunched over trying to catch his breath. But he just couldn't. He did the only thing he could think of. He pulled out his phone and dialed the only person he knew would help.

Steve and Elizabeth were laughing with their friends, waiting for the countdown to begin. Steve felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He moved his shoulder off of the back of the couch, where Elizabeth was cuddled up against.

He pulled his phone out and his heart dropped at the name that appeared. He quickly got up and walked out of the living room and upstairs to the room where he was staying in for the week.

Wanda raised her eyebrow at Elizabeth, who just shrugged her shoulders, equally as confused.

"Bucky?" Steve answered the phone, closing the door behind him. He could hear Bucky hyperventilating on the other side.

"Steve," he tried to get out.

"Buck, what's wrong?" Steve asked, pressing the phone even closer to his ear the sound of everyone downstairs counting down to midnight.

"Steve, I-," Bucky was struggling to get out.

"Buck, please try to calm down," Steve stressed, "Inhale, hold it for a few seconds and then exhale. You need to calm down. I can't help you, if I can't understand you."

Bucky tried his best to calm himself down, with Steve talking him through it.

"Now, can you explain to me what's wrong?" Steve asked, hearing Bucky's breathing leveling out more.

"I-I'm not re-ready Steve," Bucky stutters, sniffling his nose.

"It's okay take your time, I'm here whenever you're ready."

"No, it's Natasha.”

"What's Natasha? Is she okay?" Steve questioned, getting more concerned.

"Yes, she's fi-ine," he stuttered again, trying to say the words.

"Where are you Buck?" Steve asked, looking around for his shoes and keys.

"I'm at the beach cottage."

"I'm in the Hamptons. Is there any way you can meet me back at my place?"

"Yeah, I think I can," Bucky said a bit more calmer now.

"Okay, I'll see you soon."

When midnight struck Elizabeth went upstairs to check on Steve, making sure everything was okay. She could hear him on the phone talking to Bucky, trying to calm him down. She waited outside of the door to give them some privacy.

Twenty minutes later Wanda went to go check on them, to find Elizabeth sitting on the floor.

"Is everything okay?" She whispered.

"I don't know," she answered, "I'm waiting for Steve. You can head back down, I'll be down shortly."

"Okay. We're here if you guys need anything," Wanda said before walking back down.

After another 25 minutes Elizabeth heard Steve hang up the phone. She softly knocked on the door, and let herself in. She walked in to see Steve frantically going around the room collecting his things.

"Steve is everything okay?"

"It's Buck. He called me while he was having a panic attack. Something about Natasha," he tells her.

"Is she okay?"

"I think so. I was able to calm him down. I need to get back home," he said putting his things in his suitcase.

"Okay. I completely understand. Do you want me to go with you for the drive?" She asked.

"I don't want you to have to cut your time here short," he says, feeling guilty for bringing this on her.

"Steve, something is clearly going on with Bucky. I want you to go to him, but maybe it's best if I drove. I haven't had a drink in hours, and you seem too frantic. Please let me help," she pleaded, placing her hand on his stopping him.

Steve looked up and noticed the worry on Elizabeth's face.

"Okay," he gave in, "We'll need to leave as soon as we can."

Elizabeth nodded, quickly grabbing her weekender bag and start shoving things in. If they forgot anything's he knew Wanda would bring it back.

They said their quick goodbyes and were on the road within 5 minutes, with Elizabeth behind the wheel and Steve fidgeting in the passenger seat.

Bucky took a few minutes to himself on the beach, trying to make sure his anxiety was at rest before he headed back inside. When he entered the house, Natasha shot up from her seat.

"Happy New Years," she awkwardly said, trying to cut the obvious tension.

"Umm," Bucky scratched his head looking everywhere but at Natasha, "We need to leave."

"What?"

"I mean, you can stay if you want and I'll pick you up tomorrow," he rephrased, "But I can't stay here. I need to go. Steve is meeting me at his house."

"Steve?" She was taken back by that mention, not expecting to hear Bucky say his name. He hasn't mentioned Steve in months.

"Yeah, I called him," Bucky says rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well that's good right?"

"Yeah, listen. I really need to go, so are you going to stay or come with me?"

"To see Steve?"

"No. I would drop you off at your place," he tells her, "I'm seeing Steve alone."

"Will she be there?"

Natasha didn't really know exactly why Steve and Bucky weren't talking, at first. Then she heard that Steve and Elizabeth were dating, and it all made sense. The only person that could tear Bucky and Steve apart. She never told Bucky that she knew. Figured it wasn't worth the fight. Especially not now when she was carrying his child.

To an outsider it might seem like she got pregnant on purpose, but that wasn't the case. She knew they were too young for this, at least that's what she thought when she first found out about the pregnancy a week ago. But now that she's sat with it she's taking it as a sign that this is meant to happen. She's just really hoping that Bucky would see it, if not now but eventually.

"Listen, Natasha, I don't have time for this," he looks her in the eyes, "Are you coming or not?"

"I'll get my bag," she remarked with a snark tone, walking passed him to their shared room.

A couple of hours later Bucky was pulling up in front of the Rogers' house. 2:15 am read the clock in his car. He looked to his right, out the passenger side window to see a dark figure sat on the front steps of the house.

Bucky took one last breath before exiting the vehicle.

As soon as he opened the front gate Steve stood up from where he was sat on the stairs.

Once Bucky approached him both young men threw their arms around each other. Gripping each other tightly, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. They stayed like that for awhile. Relishing in the comfort of being back in each other's arms. Their silent fight no longer important. All they knew in that moment was everything was going to be okay, because no matter what they'll always have each other.

Steve walked into his parents' living room holding two mugs of coffee. As he rounded the couch, he handed one to Bucky.

"Sorry, if I ruined any of your plans," Bucky apologized, "Tell Elizabeth I'm sorry for taking you away."

'Buck, don't worry about it," Steve waved him off, "She completely understands. And truth be told, I wasn't necessarily feeling in the New Year's mood."

"Yeah," Bucky sighs.

"Do you want to talk about what happened tonight?" Bucky nods his head, placing the coffee mug on the coffee table in front of him. He shifted his body to the left to face Steve.

"She's pregnant," he announces.

"What?" Steve asked, not expecting that to be the reason, he quickly placed his mug next to Bucky's.

"Yeah, my reaction exactly," Bucky said.

"What? How?"

"Apparently Natasha hasn't been on the pill in a couple of months," Bucky explains, "And even though we always used condoms, they aren't exactly 100% effective."

"Did you know she wasn't on the pill?"

"Nope," Bucky tells him, "If I knew I wouldn't been a bit more cautious."

"So she told you she was pregnant?" Steve said getting back to it.

"Yeah. She was so nonchalant about it. Like it was no big deal," Bucky stressed,

"How is she just so calm. We're not prepared for this. I'm not ready for this Steve. I can't be a dad. I don't even know how to be a decent human being."

"That's not true Buck," Steve disagreed.

"Come on Steve, we haven't talked in months, and we both know it's not because you didn't try," Bucky says, "I was so caught up in my own jealousy. And selfishness, that I never even considered your feelings or Elizabeth's. And I don't think I can ever make it up to you for treating you like you're nothing to me."

"You were hurt," Steve tried to excuse.

"Doesn't excuse the way I behaved," Bucky says, "I know that now."

"I've been seeing a therapist," Bucky informs him, "I never realized how much my mental health was taking a toll on those around me. So after our fight, I found someone to talk to. To work through the shit that's going on in my mind."

"How's that been going?" Steve asked.

"Good," Bucky gives a half smile, "Really good. She's good. I've realized a lot about myself that I didn't know. Working through all the issues I've had with my father leaving."

"That's good Buck. I'm proud of you, truly," Steve beamed, patting Bucky on the shoulder.

"I really am sorry for the way I behaved," Bucky repeated again.

"Buck, you really don't have to apologize again," Steve told him.

"I need to Steve," he said, "I can't believe I acted that way. I should've been happy for you and Elizabeth. I'm glad you two have each other. Seriously. I couldn't imagine her with anyone better, same goes for you. I won't cause any more issues for you two. It's not worth not having you in my life. You're my brother Steve, and I don't want to miss anything."

"Thanks, Buck. It really means a lot to me to hear that," Steve smiles, "Because I don't want to miss anything in your life also."

"Yeah, especially now," he says, the reality of why they're there dawning back.

"How are you feeling now about the baby?"

"I don't know, man," Bucky shakes his head, "I'm afraid I'm going to screw this up, like everything else."

"But now you're working on that," Steve reminds him, "And you're not going to be doing this alone. You have people who are always going to be there. I may be in California now, but I'm just a phone call away. You're not alone. But you do have to try Buck. That's all that you can ever do. Try your best, no one's asking you to be perfect, but as long as you're trying your best, that's what's important."

Age: 21 Year: 2015

The sounds of a baby crying woke Bucky up from his sleep in the early depths of the morning. He quietly and quickly got out of bed, making his way to the small New York kitchen to make a bottle.

He walked into the small nursery where the two-month-old baby wailed from hunger.

"It's okay," Bucky shushed gently, picking up the small baby, "Daddy's here."

He adjusted the small baby in his arms before placing the bottle in the baby's mouth.

"There you go," he encouraged the small one, as soon as he heard the sounds of the baby drinking.

Bucky sat down on the chair in the corner of the room, opposite of the crib. He just stared as the newborn drank their bottle, while simultaneously falling asleep. Even though he was completely exhausted, he had never felt more happier. More at peace with where his life was at.

As long as he kept trying his best, he knows he can do this for the rest of his life.

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Team Vacation

Summary: Reader and Quill have had a fwb relationship for a while but have both secretly caught feelings. During a team vacation, Pepper manages to get Reader to reveal her feelings to an eavesdropping Quill.

TW/CW: Peter Quill x Stark!Reader. I’m not sure how to describe the timeline/au/whatchamacallit but basically none of the heroes died I’m looking at you Tony, Nat, and Vision or retired I’m looking at you Steve, no not you Clint, you’re perfectly fine but it is post Endgame. For clarity’s sake, Peter = Peter Parker, Quill = Peter Quill lol. Pretty fluffy but also some hints at a fwb relationship. Obvi Quill & Gamora aren’t a thing in this weird ass AU I’ve cooked up lmao.

Requested?: No

Word Count: 1,343

Author’s Note: I’m honestly not sure where this idea came from but here it is! I will say that “Fooled Around and Fell in Love” by Elvin Bishop came to mind while writing it lol. It actually turned out a lot better than I thought it would XD. I hope you enjoy it and as always Requests are Open!

I press play on the Awesome Mix on Spotify as Quill, Gamora, and Thor finally make their way over to my car, after convincing Groot, Rocket, Drax, and Mantis into an SUV with Nat & Steve. Quill loses the battle for shotgun as Thor simply lifts him up out of his way and takes a seat in the front passenger seat. Gamora and I both stifle our laughs to save Quill’s ego. As I shift into drive and begin following the SUV, Quill grumbles something about, “Why does it have to be raining? The day we have to arrive on Earth and it decides to rain.”

I see Gamora roll her eyes in my rearview mirror as Thor tries to cheer Quill up, “You’ll love Stark’s home. It is very cozy indeed and there is lots of land and space to roam. It will be quite an adventure.”

“Why again did he insist that we join in on this team vacation?” Peter inquires.

I chuckle at his whiny demeanor, “Call it extending an Olive Branch. After everything we all went through, he and Steve decided everyone deserves a bit of a vacation and Steve wants to welcome you guys into the family. Besides, even Carol was able to clear her schedule for a bit and join us.” His next bout of mumbling and grumbling is indecipherable so I train my focus back on the road. Within no time the rain retrears and we are turning onto the long, winding driveway that leads to my brother’s estate. As we pull up to the house, Morgan races out to greet everyone and of course her big “brother” is right in tow behind her. Peter lifts Morgan onto his shoulders so that she is eye level with Thor; they’re both giggling their heads off.

Tony makes his way over to help carry luggage into the house and Pepper joins Nat in watching Peter and Thor chase Morgan around the yard. I step out of the car and join Quill on the other side, “Do you really think it’ll be so terrible to just spend some time with family and friends? It’ll be nice to feel like you don’t have to be constantly doing something won’t it?” With this, I leave him to his moping and join Tony in carrying in luggage.

Once all the luggage has been carried in and delivered to the proper rooms, I make my way to my own room to change clothes and get ready for dinner which Tony says will be ready soon. I find my room easily and close the door behind me as I enter. A mischievous grin makes its way onto my face as I hear Quill singing in the bathroom as he showers. I quickly change clothes but before I can finish Quill is exiting the bathroom and leaning against the door frame, “I was wondering who I’d be bunking with. Seeing as there’s only one bed I was desperately hoping it’d be you.”

Knowing Pepper and everything I had confided in her about, she probably did this on purpose and I make a mental note to thank her later as I pull on my flannel and make my way towards the door to join the others outside, stopping on the way to kiss Quill on the cheek, “You can thank Pep for that. See you outside, dress warm it’ll get cold even with a bonfire going.”

I find Pepper in the kitchen sipping hot cocoa, “Assuming you’re happy with your roommate. Hot cocoa?”

I nod, “He seems to be as well, and yes please.”

“Well, do be careful because your brother will be asking questions when he puts two and two together and realizes you’re not bunking alone as planned,” she says as she starts a hot cocoa k-cup in the Keurig.

I giggle, “You and I both know it’ll be a hot minute before he takes a breather and notices anything. He’ll be busy with making sure no one destroys anything important.”

She hands me a mug of steaming hot cocoa, “Fair enough.” I smile as we both wander out onto the porch. I watch as Bucky and Sam bicker back and forth about who knows what as they man the grill with Dr. Banner. Rocket is begging Tony to let him light the bonfire with a flamethrower. Gamora and Nat have made themselves comfy on the porch swing and Pepper and I join them, taking seats in a couple of rocking chairs. The four of us laugh as Nat points out that Steve is having to explain the concept of a bonfire to Drax and Mantis. Groot is talking to the large oak tree from which a tire swing hangs. This tire swing holds a still giggling Morgan and is being pushed back and forth by Thor and Peter. The only ones unaccounted for as Quill steps out onto the porch, are Clint, who is arriving tomorrow with his wife and kids, and Wanda and Vision, who will be arriving shortly, they had to stop at a store for Paprikash ingredients.

My eyes follow Quill out to the fire where Tony and Rocket are still locked in debate about the flamethrower but my focus is torn away by the women giggling around me. I glare at the three of them, “What?”

“I honestly didn’t think you’d be as obvious about it as Quill is,” Gamora laughs.

“I’m- I- How?” I stutter out.

“Oh please, if anyone so much as mentions Earth or Stark or anything else having to do with you, Quill is off on in a daydream or rambling on about how amazing you are. I’d be surprised if he hasn’t fooled around and fell in love.”

I tear my gaze away as Nat chimes in, “So I wasn’t mistaken in thinking that those two had a little something going on? (Y/N), was quite excited when Steve mentioned wanting the Guardians here for this little vacation.”

Pepper nearly dies of laughter, “Oh they have more than just a little something going on. I wish they’d hurry up and admit their feelings for each other.”

My head whips back around, “I’ll admit, he’s a hell of a good time but I do not have feelings for Quill,” I state defensively. However, the look Nat gives me says she calls my bluff and knows I’m lying, so does Pep and Gamora.

“Yes, you do. You know how I can tell? I’ve known you for years and never have I seen you as hung up on a guy as you are on him. If you didn’t have feelings for him, you would be flirtier with other guys and still go on dates,” Pepper states and I almost think I notice her eyes flick to the side and back but brush it off as her checking on Morgan or Tony.

I sigh in defeat, “Fine, you caught me but let’s be careful about Tony, I’m not sure how he’d react.” Just as the words tumble out of my mouth, Tony is yelling that the food is ready and I’m dragged off to join everyone else around the now lit bonfire and the grill and tables laden with food. Morgan waves at me from Thor’s shoulders as I approach. I wave back and because I wasn’t watching where I was going, I bump into someone. This someone chuckles and pulls me in front of them to wrap their arms around me and I quickly realize it is Quill, “Glad to know you feel the same.” I look up at him and as he kisses my forehead, a smile grows on my face. I glance over at the ladies and they all grin triumphantly. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Rocket forking over some money to Thor. I wouldn’t doubt that they had a bet running about me and Quill. I find this amusing but decide to tune into the speech my brother is giving and soon he finishes with, “Everyone enjoy your stay! Let’s dig in!”

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Love, Simon Harringrove AU

I'm sorry (not really) this is probably a bit long but I've already started writing this fic and these are just outline bullet points.

Anyway, what I mean is after a short reprieve following the submission of my assignment: I'm back and please take this poor persons Harringrove AU.

First - Billy isn't as big of an asshole (my AU so I say so).

Second - modern day, pretty much exactly the same setting as Love, Simon.

Third - Neither of them have their cars, this is important later.

Fourth - I have complete control over characters so if I say Barb lives, Barb lives.

Moving on.

Steve is Simon, Billy is Brahm but also not really.

Steve is the one to kick things off, he places an ad in their school paper, not blog because he knows fewer people read the papers and the kind of people Steve wants to meet are the kind that pick up the papers.

He intends to communicate through the ads but the editor adds the email address he'd created to send in the submission.

Hi, lets get things straight: I'm not. I'm gay. I'm not expecting advice or a congrats or whatever. Hell you don't even need to publish it. I just, I needed to get it off my chest somewhere. I've spent my whole life either not knowing, or hiding when I realised. I don't know why I'm even doing this. I don't wanna be alone anymore, I think that's it. I can't be alone. I'm gay, that's normal, I'm fine the way I am. I'm sick of hiding, but I don't think I'm ready to truly come out.

In comes Billy, reading Steve's little piece, obviously not knowing its Steve. And against his better judgement Billy finds himself writing a reply.

I'm like you. Gay that is. I've known since I was thirteen and I kissed a boy in the bathroom of a dingy movie theatre. I've been hiding ever since. I've always been scared of what it meant. But maybe I'm not so alone. If you want a friend in this, I can be one.

It's the first time Billy's admitted it out loud, even if it is only on an electronic document. It's his first admission that he's not the son his father wants him to be so desperately.

Max is still his step-sister, but he gets along with her far better in the AU. She's still a little shit of a sister but she knows when to back off and Billy knows to not take his anger out on her. It's not her fault.

They don't have a good sibling relationship in the slightest but they're doing ok.

Steve still drives around the nerd herd. Still babysits Dustin - though it's less babysitting more making sure he doesn't accidentally kill himself.

Steve reads through the reply, the only reply he'd gotten and he's thankful. He wanted a friend so badly. He had Robin, of course, they were both gay but it was kinda difficult to give each other advice, dating or general LGBTQ+, when they didn't like the same gender. Steve could give a few tips but his track record left nothing to be desired. And Robin barely interacted with boys.

Steve has Jonathon and Nancy, but they don't know so it's not the same. Not really. Besides they're usually too coupley to give a shit about his poor sad single life half the time.

Billy and Steve are hesitant friends, they're both friends with Jonathon so are civil to each other, they're around each other a lot but they're not friends.

So Steve writes something back, and so does Billy. They ask the stereotypical icebreaker questions: favourite foods, colours, places etc. But they both want to dig a little deeper.

After a few emails, Steve suggests fake names to sign off with, a way to get closer.

Billy agrees but only if they can be named after their absolute dream cars - Billy is stuck driving Neil's beaten down pile of crap and needs to remind himself what he's working towards.

So they become Beemer and Camaro and boy does Billy have a field day with Beemer.

Regardless, having names to address each other by leads them to open up more. The person on the other side of the screen becoming more real.

Steve talks about how he's not doing so good academically but he wants to be, he's trying but it's never enough. How nothing is ever good enough for his parents but they're never around to see him either.

He mentions that there's this kid he looks after and how he's basically the little brother he never had and how much his mom wants to adopt him. Steve admits if it wasn't for appearances he's sure his parents would jump at the chance.

Billy admits that as much as he can get along with his stepsister she can be such a little shit. He's supposed to look after her but 'she's 13 for god's sake, she has her own mobile phone, and I can't do anything' and how his dad will beat on him if she's not home by a certain time.

It frustrates Billy to no end because even she's home by curfew she'll offhandedly mention something else that Billy did that his dad didn't like him doing. His dad finds a lot of reasons to punch Billy black and blue.

Steve finally gets given his own walkie and he feels honoured. He uses it to communicate with everyone, but Dustin informed him there's a special channel just for Steve that is one on one if the others ever need him and only him. Steve teared up a little bit.

Billy's been happier than ever talking to Beemer and Neil notices, starts finding even smaller reasons: not placing his plate in the dishwasher, not picking up after Max, not helping Susan unpack the groceries (he wasn't even home, how was he supposed to know?).

Max isn't an idiot. And one night she hears a resounding thud and Neil storming off and the shattering of glass. An engine rumbles and roars down the street. Max races into Billy's room, only to find the boy unconscious on the floor. She screams for her mom but Susan pretends not to hear, so she does the only other thing she can think of.

Steve has been having worse bouts of insomnia so he's awake, trying to be productive when his walkie goes off. Imagine his shock and horror when Max’s voice heaves out between sobs that Billy isn’t waking up. So of course he grabs his keys and goes running.

Billy wakes up to Max’s heavy breathing and an unfamiliar pressure just below his left eye. He struggles to open them but then hears a familiar voice telling him to ‘relax, don’t force it. You’re gonna have a great shiner in the morning but other than that you’ll be ok.’ And Billy knows that voice, that’s Harrington. Why is Harrington in his house?

An hour later, both eyes open and a few scratches patched up, Billy and Steve sit on the end of his bed, Max on the floor in front of them. None of them say anything, but Steve holds out a pinky to Billy and Billy takes it.

A few days after Steve takes a moment to think. Camaro said his dad beats on him. Unless Billy got in a fight earlier and it was a delayed reaction it could only be his dad.

So Steve tests the waters, admittedly his most stupid mistake.

I was trying to be productive a few nights ago. You know how my insomnia is getting. Anyway one of the friends of the kid I babysit called me and said her brother wasn’t waking up. I go over there, patch him up and then we don’t really say anything else. I’m glad my first aid training came in to play, lord knows I’ve patched the kids up too many times. But it was the weirdest experience of my life, honestly.

Camaro drops off the face of the earth. So does Billy. The only reason Steve knows he’s alive is because both Jonathon and Tommy text him updates from time to time. Tommy doesn’t go into detail, doesn’t really give a shit, just a thumbs up whenever he sees Billy.

But Jonathon. Steve is very thankful for Jonathon’s friendship. He tells Steve whenever there’s a new mark on him, how Hopper picked him up and Joyce had bailed him out. How Will was getting along with Billy so well since he’d camped out on their couch a few weeks ago.

It’s been so long. Months. And Steve is so lonely. Even before Camaro, he didn’t realise how much he and Billy actually interacted, how much time they’d spent together. It was back to just Steve and Robin. Which wasn’t bad, but wasn’t the same. Steve had given up hope.

Look. I know we know who each other is now. I know that’s not good English, I’ve had a couple beers so forgive me, King Steve. I like talking to you, I really do. But I meant it when I said I was scared. I can’t do this. Just give me a week or two, I’ll be back in school and we can go back to how it was. I’m sorry.

Steve doesn’t think it can go back to how it was.

Billy doesn’t want to go back to how it was. He doesn’t want to lose Steve now that he has him. But his body felt like it was falling apart most days. The only reprieve was the few nights every couple weeks he spent on the Byers’ couch. Even if he did get a worse beating after.

Steve tries to make life easier on Billy in the ways that he can. Brings Max back at least fifteen minutes before curfew, he offers to help Susan here and there when he sees her, offers to babysit Max if he’s looking after the rest of the nerd herd.

Neil likes him, Steve hates Neil. But he never sees Billy.

It comes to a head one day. Steve has to pick up Dustin when he hears arguing. Heading out to the back he sees Max stomping about, yelling at Billy and god, Billy just looks tired. So Steve heads over, places himself between the two and tells Max to wait with Dustin in the car.

He turns to Billy, sees his glassy eyes, and sees how much weight Billy has lost. And did all of this stem from him and Billy not talking or was there more.

Billy takes one look at Steve and breaks. He babbles nonsense about how he would never hurt Max, would never lay a finger on her. Steve shushes him, carefully placing his hands on Billy’s shoulders. Billy doesn’t notice.

Steve wonders where it came from, what was going through Billy’s head. He pulled him closer until Billy’s hands fisted in his shirt, a patch on Steve’s chest dampening.

I really fucking like you. You’re so good. And I’m scared, I’m so scared.

Billy. I really fucking like you too. It’s ok that you’re scared. I get it. I just want us to try. It doesn’t have to be now. It’s only ever gonna be when you’re ready but I’m going to be here.

Billy has only ever wanted someone who tried. Someone who was going to stick around for him. There Steve was, making promises. Being way too good for Billy.

Steve doesn’t let him go.

There’s gonna be a few scenes in the fic that weren’t mentioned, mostly because I will be writing this fic at some point and I want a few mysteries and extra stuff. Likewise for the emails, they’re all gonna be included.

Also, currently I’m not sure I like the ending, I was planning on doing a few fluffy, epilogue one-shots once the fic is done but I don’t know whether to keep the ending I’ve got or whether to stick more closely to the Love, Simon (Steve trying to do something big and public etc.). But for now, take what I have and be on the lookout for either the first instalment or just one long-ass fic in the near future.

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My Reaction to “Avengers Endgame”

Yes- I still haven’t seen this movie. Yes I know exactly what happens in this movie. I mainly avoided it for a while due to overhype but with some convincing from my brother, Imma sit my butt down and try to watch this.

Pressing... play!

Right off the bat, I feel like I should warn you guys and say that I have... my opinions... about stuff. Plus I’m a dumbass about Marvel so just bear with me.

I like that Disney Plus has to warn us about product placement

Clint!

Are we gonna see little Nathaniel running around- THERE he is!

We are gonna see Clint’s entire family get freaking obliterated

Is all the rumbling from the sky or are those airplanes freaking crashing to Earth in the distance?

What if they pulled a reverse WandaVision and showed the people getting snapped out of existence in a future film or show? That would be freaking terrifying.

They’re [Tony and Nebula] playing paper football...

I wanna see more of THEIR interactions aboard the Milano. The shots of them just repairing the ship are great too.

“I’m fine. Totally fine.” Everyone ever.

I also like you see the visual difference between Tony and Nebula. While he’s growing gaunt and haggard from loss of oxygen, you can still see that Nebula looks absolutely fine because she’s like 75% android

So between 1995 and now, what the heck has Carol been up to?

“Thanos wiped out... 50% of all living creatures.” So like entire ecosystems are just demolished.

*anthropology major part of my brain scrambling for answers*

“We lost. And you [Steve] weren’t there.” HE WAS IN WAKANDA!

Wait so the arc reactor ISN’T in Tony’s chest anymore?

“Where the hell have you [Carol] been all this time?” Good question!

*silently bops to opening theme*

For some reason, I just really want the ship radio to randomly turn on so you just see everyone sitting awkwardly as “Piano Man” plays over the speakers

*Thanos slowly cooks his food* Faster, all together now! COOKING CAN BE FUN!

“I [Thanos] used the stones to destroy the stones.” ...what?

“I am...[Thanos] inevitable.” *starts humming “Inevitable” from TGWDLM*

“I [Thor] went for the head.” YES YOU DID

[FIVE YEARS LATER] All righty so we’re doing this

*gasps* Is... Steve running the therapy sit downs like Sam did in “The Winter Soldier”? That’s awesome. I really like this tidbit.

I’m also really liking Alan Silvestri’s score for this so far

I’m really trying not to nitpick but I feel like it would take more than 5 years for greenery to just completely overtake a suburban neighborhood

Also wow pre COVID life looks great you guys

“There’s a part of me that doesn’t even wanna find him.” Are they talking about... Clint? Is Clint just going the full vigilante route?

DOES HE KILL PEOPLE?!?

I really like Steve and Natasha’s friendship in these movies but for some reason I don’t feel like we get enough of Natasha for me to get behind her on an emotional standpoint

Are they gonna use the quantum realm to jumpstart the multiverse for Phase 4?

Also speaking of multiverse, I honestly really don’t want Spiderman: No Way Home or Wandavision to get too cluttered by that

I like Tony’s lake house. And he got a whole vegetable garden going too. Kudos!

The little kid who plays Morgan Stark is adorable

“Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel.” Which we obviously won’t.

“We’re gonna need a really big brain.” So where the [expletive] is Banner?

“Stranger danger.” *snorts*

“Dab!” *rolls eyes*

So is the whole Professor Hulk thing permanent? I know he’s gonna be in the She-Hulk show but I’m wondering how they’re gonna tackle that. And they’re gonna have Tim Roth too!

*smiles when Tony takes Morgan to bed*

Steve Rogers here [when they do the first time travel tests] is a Look ™

Maybe don’t let the GIANT GREEN MAN keep pressing a bunch of tiny tiny important buttons on a dashboard

*laughs at Steve shaking his head in disbelief when they finally bring Scott back*

*Tony’s car races toward the Avengers base* NYOOOMMMM

*Tony rolls down his window* It’s Britney, bitch

“And maybe not die trying.” And you definitely will.

This whole bit where Scott keeps losing his dorito only to get another one from Bruce feels like a Doritos commercial.

*jams out to "Supersonic Rocket Ship by The Kinks*

Did they just keep reducing the green pigment for Hulk or what?

*sighs when they reveal Fat!Thor*

MIEK’S ALIVE!

Please tell me Noobmaster69 is Kid Loki, whom we meet in the Loki series

“Don’t... say that name.” “Yeah we actually don’t say that name here.” I like this. I like that Thor has so much resentment for killing Thanos at the wrong time and that he felt that could have done better cause he’s A GOD. So the fact that THANOS was on equal level and BEAT HIM-

Hawkeye’s killing people

This sword fight’s great [between the Yakuza person and Clint]

WHY DIDN’T THEY BUILD ON THIS [Clint and Natasha’s connection] ???

*laughs when Rhodey suggests killing baby Thanos*

These shots of Clint going through the Quantum Realm looks like something straight out of Andy Park’s concept art and that’s awesome

“Well I [Scott] haven’t [encountered an Infinity Stone] but I don’t even know what the hell you’re all talking about.” *snorts*

“The Aether, firstly, is not a stone.” Thank you!

The little glance Nebula gives after Thor mentions the Dark Elves just make me think that somewhere down the road, she has either A) encountered them or B) has encountered other Asgardians besides Thor

“Guys if you pick the right year, there are three stones in New York.” “Shut the front door.” *laughs*

Also underrated trio: Steve, Natasha, and Bruce. Gimme more.

Wait a minute, in 2012, Doctor Strange wasn’t active yet. So are they gonna go see- OOOOOOOHHHHHH

[NEW YORK 2012] Oh here we go

*cracks up when Bruce very half-assedly smashes stuff on the street*

“I’m looking for Doctor Strange.” “You’re about five years too early.” Wait a minute.

HOW DOES SHE [the Ancient One] KNOW?!?

*giggles at Thor and Rocket sneaking in the background with a bored Loki in focus*

“That’s my [Thor’s] mother. She dies today.” I love this scene already.

Also WHY IS THOR- or the Thor films in general- have like the most well written characters in the whole canon?

It’s those movies, Guardians 2, The Winter Soldier, Civil War, aaand.... I can’t think of any more of them.

Oh yeah and WANDAVISION cause THAT HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK-

Rocket just said he thinks of the Guardians as his family I’m gonna die...

What about their [Natasha and Rhodey’s] friendship?!? I want more of that!

“Ronan’s obsession... clouds his judgment.” ...HUH

*Thanos uses his sword to lift up Nebula’s chin* Aw heck no

“As far as I’m concerned, that’s America’s ass.” *has to take a second before nodding in agreement*

Wait is that Jasper Stillwell?

“Flick me.” That bit alone could be taken out of context

“We’re in route to Doctor List.” Who’s Doctor List? Is that a code name?

“Hail Hydra.” THE BASTARDS WENT AND DID IT

Please tell me this hand off scene is gonna be the opening for the Loki show. Please tell me this is gonna happen.

*Loki takes the Tesseract again* AND HE’S GOOONNNEE!!

LET’S GET TO FREAKING JUNE ALREADY!

*ends up quoting “Yeah, I know, I know” along with Steve*

I’m really glad Tilda Swinton actually came back for this cameo

*keeps slapping my laptop screen when people keep saying Doctor Strange made a mistake when it was an explicit point in Infinity War where he encountered 14 million other AUs to find the best result*

Are you telling me that this whole plan could derail because Nebula accidentally hacked into her own WiFI network? Are you seriously doing this?

*Thanos and Ebony Maw scan Nebula’s duplicate memory bank and track her down* Are you freaking kidding me?

...I have 96 minutes left?!?

“The future hasn’t been kind to you [Thor], has it?” Frigga is underrated

So for these shots with Jane, are they just reusing different shots from Thor 2 or just footage from deleted scenes?

Can we talk about how Frigga is absolutely the best parent Thor has? Meanwhile her husband ODIN is like “oh yeah by the way you have a secret sister totes magotes i’ll die now byeeee”

*sings along with “Come and Get Your Love” by Redbone*

*laughs when we cut to Quill just very badly singing along to his iPod in the distance*

I want a bonus short with just Rhodey and Nebula doing their thing

*Nebula gets her memory taken over by 2014 Thanos* Nooooooo...

Are the glasses that Tony wears here part of EDITH from “Far From Home” or are they like a prototype?

Also I haven’t seen “Far From Home” yet because Sony hates me

Doctor Zola?!?

*jams out to the music playing when we see Hank Pym’s lab*

“A little girl would be nice. Less of a chance that she’ll end up exactly like me [Howard Stark].” *gasps softly*

Oh my God, he’s [Steve] in Peggy’s office

Alan Silvestri is really killing it with this score

JARVIS!!

Wait and that’s the guy from “Agent Carter”!

Ohhh that shot’s [of Thanos’s ship coming out of the clouds] awesome...

*2014 Nebula hands Thanos the Pym particles* Oh are you kidding me...

The CGI for Red Skull is also awesome

*gasps when Natasha reveals that she never knew her dad’s name when Red Skull told it to her*

*is super bummed out when Natasha sacrifices herself*

Kevin Feige really went and said “so Phases 3 and 4 are gonna make everybody cry” and the writers went “YES”

Wait doesn’t Cap go and return the stones at the end of the movie? How’s he gonna handle meeting Red Skull on Vormir then?

“It’s like... I [Bruce] was made for this.” Please someone get Mark Ruffalo his own Hulk movie before he combusts from giving out more spoilers

So Thanos used the Pym particles to time travel then. Honestly that’s kinda genius

I just noticed that Scott shrank himself right as the explosion hit the windows

I really want someone to just drop one F-bomb somewhere in the MCU and I really hope it’s Clint because he would 100% say it

*starts singing “Hollaback Girl” when Thanos arrives*

Here’s my question; how did Thanos acquire Nebula then? With Gamora, it was with the genocide of her people.

“We [Gamora to Nebula] can stop him.” LET’S GO!

[Thor uses his storm powers to summon both Stormbreaker and Mjolnir] *softly* Ohhhhh that’s badass...

Now I’m just imagining the cast just in the green screen room just hitting Josh Brolin with a bunch of foam weapons and making all the sound effects while poor Josh is just struggling under the weight of the Thanos reference head on his mocap suit

Who does the voice for FRIDAY?

AN: Irish actress named Kerry Condon

*Steve deems himself worth to wield Mjolnir* OKKAAYY OKAAYY

Love how Thanos is like “yes, I’m gonna stab you with an AXE”

“In all my years of conquest...” Steve you suuuucckkk...

Are we getting the Chitauri again?

“On your left.” *laughs incredulously* O-ohhh my God...

*Everyone starts coming out of the portals* Oh my God I’m getting chills

I would have lost my mind in the theater

I HAVE ACTUAL GOOSEBUMPS RUNNING ALL OVER ME. This is how good this is

WAIT ARE THOSE THE RAVAGER SHIPS ABOVE THEM?!?

“Avengers... assemble.” Oh my God this is amazing!

M’BAKU!

Also “Endgame” really just said “We are KILLING FOOLS TODAY”

How are they gonna tackle Peter and Gamora’s relationship in Guardians 3?

[Horn plays La Cucaracha] LET’S GO

God I’m gonna turn feral

*has to pause to scream in excitement when Wanda touches down in front of Thanos to fight him*

*puts hands on head* OHH MY GOOOOODDDDD

They’re literally just playing Keep Away with a teenage boy. Marvel, everybody.

*Captain Marvel destroys Thanos’s ship* WELL IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH

OK I got mixed feelings about that [the girl power team up scene]

*Thanos unsuccessfully headbutts Carol* Oh shit!

*Doctor Strange holds up one finger* Oh my God this is it

Someone definitely tore off when Thanos pushed Tony off

It was in that moment he [Thanos] knew- he effed up

*All of Thanos’s army dissipates* Byeee...

Is it bad that I’m not crying at Tony’s death?

*gasps when Peter reunites with Ned at school*

Wait the whole time heist takes place within ONE DAY?

“I love you 3000.” I really hope we see Morgan again somewhere in one of the movies or shows. Actually a cool way to reincorporate her would be in the Ironheart series whenever they make it

Even Drax is wearing black!

It’s the “We should be getting therapy but we got a TV show instead” trio [Wanda, Bucky, and Sam]

Wait is that guy- was that guy- the little kid from Iron Man 3?

AN: Yes

So right after this funeral, Wanda’s gonna storm SWORD right?

AN: This was finished up on 2/26 so probably YES

*Thor crowns Valkyrie the new leader of New Asgard* I now cannot wait for “Thor Love and Thunder”

Wait Peter’s looking for Gamora!

Still cannot believe that the time travel suits are completely CGI

I know they had a body double for Chris Evans here but I do think it would have been cool if they used the body double’s voice for Old Steve instead of Chris trying to sound old

He [Steve] put the shield in an art portfolio bag...

*says “No, no I don’t think I will” along with Steve*

*silently jams out to “It’s Been a Long, Long Time” playing during the credits*

Wait and that was the song Fury was playing in “Winter Soldier”

Oh they even got the actual signatures! That’s awesome!

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jinxthequeergirl · 4 years

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Dream Come True

Steve harrington x Hopper! Reader (coraline AU)

Summary: escaping your everyday life after you move to live with your father couldn't have been something you wanted more, luckily for you you are given the chance

Warning: swearing, Horror themes like idk It's Coraline i think that speaks for itself no?

So i don't know if im going to end up making this a series or not but hey if this does really well then I might, but just this is so long so i might have to.

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In front of you sat a small box with many opportunities, two small glossy black buttons, thread and the promise of freedom...

You watched the rain drops race down the window intently as your father drove you home from the headwear store. you'd only been In Hawkins for only half a month, having to move there with your father after your mom died. And you had only spent the time unpacking, today you had finally convinced your dad to take you to get supplies so you could really make your new rooms more like you.

The car bounced slightly causing your head to lift and hit the window. "Ow!"

"Sorry pot hole..." Hopper said glancing over to you. "You alright?"

"Yea...but guess it takes a while to figure out if you have brain damage or not.." You muttered sitting straight in the car seat, crossing your arms over your chest.

"C'mon don't be that way...you get to redecorate your room..that must be exciting for you? Give you something to do while we wait for the rain to clear up. "I guess..." You perked up at a new idea popping into your head.

"Maybe I can start a garden in the front too? Make it look pretty? I have a garden box so we wouldn't need anything, el can help me too!?" You said almost as a question seeing if he would go along with the idea.

"Sure... Sounds good, just wait till the rain clears up so you aren't bringing mud in." You frowned lightly, ut had been raining for the past three days without any sign of stopping soon. "Yea...sure."

The car came to a slow stop infront of the house. "I'll help you get this stuff inside and make you lunch but I've got to go back to work." You nodded as you got out of the car.

You'd begun by rearanging the few things of furniture in the room,while hopper set to work at making you a lunch. You starting with the dresser dragging it across the room to set it in its new place.

You dusted off your hands and turned your attention to look at the new space you made, stopping once it was caught by something on the wall where the dresser once was.

"Hello..." You slid across the floor and dragged your fingers across the outline of a small door in the wall.

"Hey Dad!?" You yelled getting up to look for him. "Whats up?"

"What this?" You asked now running your finger over the key hole. "Do you have the key!?" You asked hopefully turing to look up at him in the dokr way. He shook his head and shrugged. "I...maybe? I'm not sure...if i did it's probably boared up! They're would be no point."

You rolled your eyes. "Now Food in on the counter your sister is with Mike so make sure to call in about an hour to check on her-"

"Can you please look for a key?" You cut in. He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can, but I'm late so just finish unpacking and setting up and I'll look for it when I come back." You huffed but nodded and started to finish setting up your room.

After about an hour and a half you'd finished painting, unpacking and decorating your room, you had finished. Even had lunch and called El just like hopper had asked. Now you simpily sat in your room staring at the photo of your previous bestfriends that sat on the bedside table.

Back in New York with your mom you never had to worry about being bored, all your friends where their and there where places to go. Hawkins was diffrent, granted you where still adjusting but that didn't make it any less difficult.

The phone rang snapping you of of your thoughts. You hustled across the house to puck it up. "Hello?"

"Y/n! Thank god you picked up! Just the girl I was looking for!"

"Hey Robin,whats up?"

"Not much, I was just wondering since the rains cleared up would you be intrested in taking a tour of Hawkins with me and Steve?"

You thought about it for a moment, The first day you'd mobed here and met everyone they where the two you'd hit it off with, well You did with Robin anyways so you didn't see why you couldn't get out.

"Yea...I'd love to!"

"Cool! We'll be there in a few."

"So what does one do around here?" You asked following beside Robin And Steve down the sidewalk. "Well there's the arcade... " steve started but quickly trailed off. "There are some shops around town." Robin added.

"Is there like, i dunno a mall maybe? A movie theater at least?"

"Movie theater yes, mall not so much."

"It a...it burned down." Steve informed. "Oh...wow..." You followed them through town, going in and out of every store that was open.

"So Steve...." You attempted to start while looking through a clothing Rack in a thrift store.

"Got a girlfriend?"

"Uh no..no ya know I'm kinda just testing the waters...seeing if theres anyone worth dating around here."

"And?" You asked not looking up at him, you could clearly tell he was trying to act cool around you.

"And?" He repeated your question.

"Is there?...anyone worth dating around here?"

"Nah none that are really my type." He said nonchalantly fixing his hair in the mirror across from him. "Wow...are you always this increadibly douchie? Or are you like this just for me?" You asked leaning on clothing rack to look at him better.

"What I'm not...I'm not being-"

"You kinda where Harrington." Robin said from across the store earing a chuckle from you. His face flushed and he pretened to look at a jacket that seemingly caught his attention. "Ah don't be that way stevie...it's sooo charming, I'm practically swooning for you." You said sarcastically. "Shut up!"

The sun was hanging low through the trees casting that late afternoon orange glow upon the three of you as you walked back home.

"This place is...pretty boring...how do you guys manage?"

"Hawkins isn't all bad...besides It's a lot more exciting than you would think." Robin said while offering you some of her candy. "You just gotta...know where to look."

"Sometimes the intresting things find you." Steve said stopping once your house came into view. "If you say so...thanks for showing me around."

"No problem, maybe we can hang out again soon." She offered as you started to continue forward. "Yea! That would be great!" They both waved to you as you stepped into the house shutting the door.

You placed a few of the nick nacks you'd bought onto the top of your dresser for decoration, glancing at something that wasn't there before. A glossy black key.

You plucked it from its spot on the dresser and turned to the small door quickly slidding across the floor once again to get to the door. You hestitantly dragged the key across the outline of the door ripping the wall paper open before slipping the key inside.

It slid in perfectly, giving you some sort of relife as it clicked open, you pulled it open being met with nithing but brick.

"Damn..." You huffed and shut the door and placed the key back ontop of the dresser.

Something yanked you from your sleep suddenly and you lied awake, a sliver of silver moonlight hitting your face through the curtains as you did so.

It was quiet as you lied there except for an ever so faint sound of humming that you just barrely missed. You stayed still fir a second trying to pin point the sound, it continued for a while as you did so softly floating through the air from an unknown source, you finally gave in and tossed the covers off and stood up from your bed moving around the room to find it stopping when your foot hit something on the ground.

"What the hell!?" Jumping back slightly at the contact you looked down seeing a long greyish green vine across your bedroom floor. "What the hell..." You repeared examining it closer you followed it with your gaze seeing it came from the small opening of the little door a slight glow came from it along with little white particals that floated up into the air around it.

You moved carefully over to it kneeling next to it careful to avoide the vine protruding from it, as you did you could hear the humming closer now. You pulled the door open getting a blast of air blown back into your face along with a bright glow. You gasped slightly watching a tunnle appear almost instantly infront of you.

The humming slightly louder now. With out a second thought you climbed through, eventually met with another door which you easily pushed open and found yourself crawling through only to see you'd cralwed back into your bedroom. "Huh?" The humming was louder, unmistakable too, you knew that song. You looked at your bedroom door seeing the light from the living room shining in.

"Dad!?" You stood up and exited the room being greeted by the smell of food cooking. "Dad? What are you do-" you stopped a few feet from the counter seeing him move around the kitchen

"Hey sweet pea! You're just in time for dinner!" You gulped thickly when he turned to face you. "Oh god...I must be mistaken...you aren't my dad...my dad-" it was him but, diffrent. He seemed plaer yet more lively.

"Doesn't cook?" He asked guesturing to the freshly cooked meal. You couldn't help but stumble back a little bit as he approached you with a light hearted laugh. "Well thats because I'm your other father dear! Well better father"

"Other...Father?...wha-"

"Why don't you get your mom and Tell her dinner is ready!"

"Mom?

"Well your Mother of course silly! I actually think she's in the garden out front." He pushed you forward lightly and you glanced back cautiously before going to the front door.

You opened the door and stepped outside being greeted by a beautifully bright garden. "Holy sh-"

"Watch your mouth young lady!" You jumped turning tonthe voice and and gulping.

"Oh my god....mom!?" You stopped and covered your mouth feeling tears briming in your eyes.

"Hello sweet pea!" She opened her arms and you instantly ran to her and hugged her. You could tell just like with your father she was diffrent but couldn't exactly tell whatbwas diffrent.

"You...your alive!"

"Well of course I am! Oh come look at this!"

She pulled away taking your hand and pulling you down the steps of the pourch into the flower filled front yard.

She held your shoulders as you watched the flowers practically bloom before you. "I planted them just this afternoon! Our faviorte!" It was true the flowers before you where always both you and your mothers faviorte.

"They're beautiful mom! Oh!" You turned to her with a smile. "Dad said dinner was ready and sent me to get you."

"Oh! We don't wanna keep him waiting!" She said giggling with you and guiding you back to the house.

"There they are!" Hopper yelled setting the last of the food on the table. "Thirsty?" Your mom asked as you sat down. "Mmm you know I could go for a purple cow!"

"Coming right up!" She knocked on the table lightly the lights above lowered themselves offering you said drink, along with extra grape soda and vanilla icecream just incase.

"Wow thank you!" You said taking the drink and extras. Hopper placed a plate infront of you. "Here comes the Gravey train choochoo!" You mom said earning a laugh from both you and your dad.

A toy train in fact made its way across the table stopping infront of you to dump gravey on your plate.

"Mmh! This is so good!" Youbsaid stuffing your mouth full of food. "More?" Hopper asked.

"No thank you I'm stuffed." You said leaning back and taking a last sip of your icecream float.

Hopper took the plate from you and your mother placed a cake before you that read 'Welcome home'

"Home?"

"We've been expecting you for a while!" Hopper said.

"Wow...uh..really?"

"Of course! You beling here! With your family!"

You smiled lightly.

"Thanks...but It's late...I should go to bed.."

"Oh of course!" You stood up and they both followed you to your bedroom. You crawled into bed and they took turns kissing your forhead and wishing you a goodnight. You slowly drifted off to sleep peacefully.

"It was so weird!" You said throwing a rock into the water infront of you.

"Well it was just a dream, nothing to freak about." Robin shrugged.

"Yea I mean your mom was there it couldn't have been real..."

You and robin both glared at Steve. "I...well thats not what I meant..." He gulped slinging his own rock into the water.

"He's right though." You said softly. "But it just...it felt so real! The food the...feeling! But I woke up and the door was all bricked up again..."

"That's just further proof it was only a dream." Robin said as you sat beside her.

"Yea..." It was already late afternoon and you had decided to stay out until the sun had set well into night.

Steve had dropped robin off at her house and so you sat alone with him in his car as he took you home.

"Sorry about what i said...about your mom..."

He said finally. "No...it's ok...like i said you where right...it's just a dream..." He frowned slightly, you could tell he was beating himself up about it.

In all honestly you hadn't gotten off on the best of feet with him but it's wasn't so awful to be around him, he just had a hard time telling when to open his mouth and when to keep it shut. But you liked him.

"Well here we are." He said pulling up to the house. "Thank." You said with a smile before getting out and going inside.

"Hey kid!" Hopper said happily as you stepped inside.

"Hey!" You smiled. "Oh hey, sorry I never got around to finding that key for you."

"Thats ok I found it"

El stood in the door way with a concerned look. "What are you-" you hurried to your room and pulled the key out and showed him.

"You where right though...there was nothing there." You shrugged going back to your room.

"Bad place." You jumped at El's voice behind you. "What?"

"Don't keep going there it's a bad place..." She said quietly. "What bad place?"

"El! Its Mike's on the phone!" El quickly left to take the phone.

"Bad place?..."

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader

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buckybarnesbingo · 4 years

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The second game of 3 Prompt Summaries!

Here’s the example rounds, and the rest are under the cut!

Prompts by @rebelmeg - blanket, "don't touch that", roommates

Summary by @psychiccatpanda - Generally speaking, Bucky really loved having Tony as a roommate. He liked to have fun, enjoyed movies, shared some musical tastes, you know - important things.

One of the drawbacks, though, was walking into one of Tony's experiments. They'd had the fire department out more than once... in the last month. As he walked in, there was no sign of his roommate - just a large blanket-covered lump in the middle of the living room. When Bucky started to lift the corner to peek at the project underneath, Tony shouted, "Don't touch that!"

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Prompts by @rebelmeg - blanket, "don't touch that", roommates

Summary by @writing-mermaid - The blanket is lying in the middle of the couch. "Don't touch that !", Saskia yells at Winnie and Morgan. Sam sighs, how his daughter, Bucky's and Tony's will be roommates for three days, if they are already fighting over a blanket ? Sam, alone with a bunch of 5 years old, will have to figure this out all by himself.

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Prompts by @rebelmeg - red, angst, safehouse

Summary by @dreaminglypeach - The door to the safe house is unlocked when they get there. It’s unlocked, open, and there’s blood everywhere. Bucky tries very hard not to panic.

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Prompts by

@psychiccatpanda - "Oops."

@blurockets - Winterwidow

@writing-mermaid - "It was an accident"

Summary by @magicadraconia16 - When your partner is the famous Black Widow, the very last thing you want to hear in the middle of a black op is "Oops". Closely followed by an uncharacteristically sheepish, "It was an accident." He should have picked Clint after all.

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Prompts by @psychiccatpanda - Sam Wilson, Red Thread of Fate, and "Oops."

Summary by @rebelmeg - "Oops." Bucky muttered the fateful word a split second before alarms started going off, prompting Sam to whirl around in disbelief. "Did you seriously just trip the lasers?" "I'm sorry! I don't have the fancy birdbrain goggles like you do." "YOU CAN SEE THEM WITHOUT GOGGLES, BUCKY, THEY'RE NOT INVISIBLE RED THREADS OF FATE OR SOMETHING!" Okay, so their sneaky infiltration was ruined now. Here's hoping their extraction plan will still be intact by the time they finish their mission.

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Prompts by @rebelmeg - Blanket, "Don't Touch That", Room mates

Summary by @blurockets - "Touch that and you lose vital fingers," a tired voice said from the depths of the couch. Clint stared back at the knit blanket that was draped from the recliner he wasn't even using. When you’re trying to build a blanket fort with your niece and nephew on the compound while it was a mass space mission you had to get creative if you didn’t want to break locks. Or Where the former Winter Soldier has a blanket and Clint is stuck rooming with him and has questions about it.

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Prompts by @rebelmeg - Angst

Summary by Angst_BuriTTo - There was a saying he had heard somewhere, he wasn't sure where, not that it mattered now, anyways, but one he thought fitting: "The sound of silence is the loudest sound of all". It felt fitting, stuck in this miserable place, for god knows how long, waiting to be rescued. there was no sound here, in the soul stone. and the other dusted couldn't speak either. just... silence.

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Prompts by @rebelmeg - red, angst, safehouse

Summary by @writing-mermaid - Red, this is red, red and thick. And he doesn't know if they'll have time to reach the safehouse. And the more he's waiting, the more her blood flows on the ground. But will they make it safe, especially with all those HYDRA guards on the way. But he must past through them, it's a matter of life and death.

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Prompts by @magicadraconia16 - "Hand on heart, I will kill you", T'Challa, kitten

Summary by @rebelmeg - "Heeeeere kitty kitty kitty," Bucky whispered to himself, peeking out through the slat in the vent, lying in wait for his prey. Unfortunately for Bucky... T'Challa was finding the cat jokes less and less funny. Bucky had about three seconds worth of a head start when T'Challa looked him right in the eye through the wall vent, and said in a dangerous tone, "Hand on heart, I will kill you.

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Prompts by

@dreaminglypeach - Race Cars

@writing-mermaid - Tony

@psychiccatpanda - Sam Wilson

Summary by LLightz - Tony's idea of "team bonding" this month was to hire everyone a top of the range sports car and act out some street racing movie Steve had never seen but everyone seemed very excited out... especially Bucky who always had a thing for speed, and well, Steve wasn't going to deny him, plus Natasha was already throwing down challenges, and Clint was always up for any crazy stunt... So, it came as no surprise when the 2 ex-Russian-assassins and a man who regularly failed to use parachutes ended up practically playing chicken with cars that were definitely not legal, and even then ... "how do I make this car go faster Tony????? came Bucky's shout into his headset... yep, someone was definitely gonna get hurt! Flying overhead and easily keeping pace, Sam was filming every moment...

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Prompts by @rebelmeg - Red

Summary by Angst_BuriTTo - Red. a color that covered his hands and his past, a ledger full of that scarlett color that haunted his nightmares and his waking hours. when an oppurtunity comes to change the red from ever staining his fingers, will he take it?

Bucky Barnes has a really shitty century -- but it's starting to look a little brighter.

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Prompts by @psychiccatpanda - Red Thread of Fate:

Summary by Angst_BuriTTo - the moment HYDRA found out about his thread, they were determined to snip it. too bad for them that it was tied to a man whose serum enhanced the strength of everything, down to that thread.

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Prompts by

@blurockets - Lake House AU

@dreaminglypeach - Wanda

Angst_BuriTTo - "It's ok, It's my time."

Summary by @magicadraconia16 - He thought he'd been stood up. And he had to admit, two years was a long time for her to catch up to him. But instead, oh, instead, that terrible accident that had finally burnt him out... that had been her. He tried to tell her, to warn her, to demand that she actually stand him up, but her only response was, "If it's my time, then that's okay." No, it was NOT okay!

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Prompts by

Angst_BuriTTo - FBI AU

@dreaminglypeach - Wanda

@psychiccatpanda - oops

Summary by @blurockets - "So your definition of messing with probability is asking the universe what if this happened and you make it happen?" Agent Barnes asked as he sat beside a woman in a red outfit that would not be remiss on a stage in Las Vegas. "And my powers make it happen" She corrected "And the iron man suit just happening to crash on top of the ferrari?" Bucky asked pinching the bridge of his nose wondering just how he was going to file this report. "Oops?"

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Prompts by @your-ginger-angel - Historical AU

Summary by Angst_BuriTTo - Pharaoh Buchanan was known throughout Egypt for his kindness and his generosity, but also for his fierce skills in battle. When an Assassin is sent to kill him, his subjects are surprised that instead of disposing of the small blond would be assassin, he takes him to his bed.

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Prompts by

@dreaminglypeach - Wanda

@writing-mermaid - "It was an accident" "What ? You just tripped and fell on his lips ?"

@psychiccatpanda - Sam Wilson

Summary by @writing-mermaid - "I'm telling you, it was an accident !"

Wanda runs behind her brother. "What ?"

Pietro answers, "You just tripped and fell on his lips ?"

At those words, and without knowing about who they were talking about, Sam Wilson bursts out laughing.

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Prompts by

@rebelmeg - Angst

@psychiccatpanda oops

@writing-mermaid - Tony

Summary by Angst_BuriTTo - "oops." that's all that Thanos said when he dropped the lifeless body of Steve Rogers to the ground of Wakanda. Tony could do nothing but stare in disbelief -- he never got to apoligize. he never got to have that talk. he never got to get to know this new, harder Steve Rogers. he felt just as broken as the neck of the man staring sightlessly into the sky.

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Prompts - FBI AU, vacation, "it was an accident"

Summary by @your-ginger-angel - When Steve agreed to this vacation, it was with the understanding that Bucky would be putting his FBI badge in a drawer and leaving his work phone at home. He made Bucky swear that they were going to keep work at home this time. But when Bucky comes back from the corner store and the local cops are in tow, he knows that there's no way Bucky can keep out of trouble. "What do you mean you managed to catch a drug dealer just by going for soda?" Steve whispers, trying to keep himself from blowing up in front of the cops. "It was an accident?" Bucky replies with a pleading look in his eyes.

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Prompts by

@rebelmeg - Safehouse, red, angst

@magicadraconia16 - Kitten, "Hand on Heart, I will kill You"

Summary by LLightz - Bucky could barely see through the red mist of anger in his head, but he could still hear the soft pained meaows coming from behind the restaurant, and he made his way towards the tiny kitten he'd spotted, injured and hiding under a dirty tossed-out rag... Scooping him up into his big warm hand, he hoped he never came across whomever had hurt his defenceless little creature because "Hand on Heart, I'll Kill You" he muttered out loud. Cradling his new friend to his chest he made his way back to the safehouse...

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Prompts by @your-ginger-angel - Historical AU

Summary by @writing-mermaid - (ancient Greece au) Y/N is a priestess, sold by her parents at a young age. She's born to serve the God Apollo. Bucky is a soldier, and he's send to Apollo's temple after a war the king he serves won. Since the beginning, Y/N and Bucky aren't getting along, but they will have to, because here he is and here he'll stay, following his king's orders. But the more they spend time together, the more they are longing and pining for each other, craving for each other's touch, despite their hate. With one question in their mind, must they do war to please each other, make love and stay quite or silence their difference ? (and the thing is that the question in question comes from a French song from a musical and I was keeping it in French as the title haha)

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Prompts by @writing-mermaid - "It was an accident" "What ? You just tripped and fell on his lips ?", Big bro, Tony

Summary by @dreaminglypeach - Warning for abusive relationship ”I didn’t mean to,” Tony says. “It was- it was an accident.” Rhodey scoffs, folding his arms as he stares at the dumb kid who has metaphorically glommed onto him and doesn’t seem inclined to let go anytime soon. “Right,” he says flatly. “You just tripped and fell onto his lips. Sure, that happens to me all the time.” “It wasn’t like that!” Tony looks almost too pathetic for Rhodey to continue berating him, his left eye puffy and ugly, purple fading to blotchy green around the edges. “It just- Ty apologised, he didn’t mean to, Rhodey, it won’t happen aga-” “Tony,” Rhodey interrupts, as calmly as he can. “Tones, no. You gotta break up with him.”

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Prompts by @rebelmeg - bot fic, "catch", ceiling

Summary by @themadhalewrites - After Tony had lost mini robot Bucky to a ceiling fan he created humanoid robot bucky who develops feelings for his creator.

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Prompts by @magicadraconia16 - Rhodey, cuddling, cheeseburgers

Summary by @rebelmeg - It wasn't the WEIRDEST thing Bucky had ever seen. Though it was kinda up there. Seeing Tony and Rhodey in the armors, it definitely gave off a BAMF sort of vibe. Like you definitely didn't wanna mess with them, like, ever. But when Bucky happens upon them in the communal living room one night, curled up on the couch and sharing a blanket while they eat their way through a big takeout bag of cheeseburgers... he starts to reevaluate his thinking. Especially when they offer to share their blanket and burgers.

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Prompts by

Angst_BuriTTo - SPN AU

@your-ginger-angel - Christmas

@magicadraconia16 - Rhodey

Summary by @blurockets - It's the road trip from hell where Rhodey and Bucky on the way to a Christmas wedding. Run over a demon and have to deal with possession, learning the supernatural is real and have to still try to reach their best friends wedding in time.

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Prompts by LLightz - on fire, rivals, forgotten

Summary by @rebelmeg - "I can't believe you set me on fire!"

"THERE ARE NO FRIENDS IN GAMING!"

In which Bucky gets really into gaming, is a terrible team player, and occasionally forgets to eat or respect basic hygiene.

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Prompts by

@rebelmeg - bot fic

Llightz - on fire

@your-ginger-angel - Christmas

Summary by @magicadraconia16 - He usually spent the latter half of December getting blackout drunk to forget... well, to forget. This year, however, he'd promised to stay on the wagon and had locked himself in his lab to keep that promise. Trying to roast chestnuts over a bunsen burner didn't really work, though. Especially with DUM-E on fire watch.

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Prompts - SPN AU, cuddling, ceiling

Summary by @your-ginger-angel - Steve as Dean and Bucky as Cas. "It was horrible, Bucky," Steve whispered as he buried his face in Bucky's neck. "I haven't had this dream in years, but there she was, on the ceiling and burning." "Steve," Bucky cradled Steve in his arms and swore he would keep this man safe. "I'm sorry I couldn't save your mother and I'm sorry I couldn't save you." "But you did, Bucky," Steve replied as he looked up into Bucky's eyes. This angel had done everything for him and what had Steve done to thank him? Nothing, that's what. Well that would change, starting today. Steve wasn't much of a cuddler, but this felt so good that he's pretty sure that he can't go back to the way things were before. And it seems that Bucky doesn't want to either.

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Prompts by

@themadhalewrites - Murder

@writing-mermaid - "he's my friend"

LLightz - Forgotten

Summary by Angst_BuriTTo - "He's my friend". those words rang through his mine, no matter how many times he tried to forget them and move on.

It had been 6 months since that fateful day, and Tony had done a lot of thinking, some soul searching, and had, recently, come to one conclusion: He had attempted to murder Bucky Barnes. He had tried to do the same thing to Barnes what HYDRA had forced the poor bastard to do to his parents. He had dropped the charges a week ago against Barnes and Rogers -- they were acting in self defense after all. sure, Steve could have told him about his parents-- but Tony knew Steve enough that the blond had probably not told him because he wanted to protect him from bringing up old demons. How many times had Tony complained to Steve that his father was a cold hearted drunk and his mother, while kind, wasn't around as much as she should have been? Steve had probably thought that bringing up those memories would reopen scares that had only barely healed.

hence why the 'rogues' were back, and why tony was hiding in his workshop.

he didn't know how to apologize. Rogers had already given him a heartfelt one, along with Barnes, and then Tony ran away after a stuttered acceptance.

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Prompts by

@writing-mermaid - Mermaid

@themadhalewrites - Stolen Organs

@rebelmeg - "catch"

@your-ginger-angel - Farming AU

Summary by LLightz - The catch of the day was the finest specimen they'd ever seen; not another mermaid but a mountain of a merman, not like the tiny useless weakling they currently held but finally a strong one that they could breed the others with so they could begin their organ harvesting operation...

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Prompts by @your-ginger-angel - Mechanic AU

Summary by @writing-mermaid - A forest, in the middle of nowhere. Bucky's car refuses to start. He's waiting for a tow truck for an hour, when one finally stops near his car. "I've ask for a breakdown mechanic, not his girlfriend", he says at the girl going out of the truck, "I'm the breakdown mechanic", she answers, "but, if you want a man to take care of your car, you'll have to wait for more time", she adds, wiping a stain of grease of her nose.

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Prompts by @themadhalewrites - Luna eclipse, murder, stolen organs

Summary by @dreaminglypeach - It’s a dark night when Bucky goes to let the dog out, the way it always is here when it clouds over. He likes it here, far from the city and all those vulnerable regular humans, but if the moon isn’t out, it’s goddamn dark here. Still, dark or not, Bucky is very much not expecting to trip over a body.

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Prompts by

LLightz - rivals

@writing-mermaid - mermaid

@themadhalewrites - lunar eclipse

Summary by @writing-mermaid - The Lunar eclipse, that time of the year all mermaids are waiting for this to go on Earth. This year, two rivals, Natasha and Y/N, both of them fighting for the same man.

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Prompts by

@magicadraconia16 - Cheeseburgers, cuddling

@writing-mermaid - Europe

@themadhalewrites - Lunar Eclipse

Summary by LLightz - As they sat watching the lunar eclipse with their friends, eating cheeseburgers and enjoying the companionable silence, they took advantage of the darkness to sidle further towards each other until their legs pressed tightly, sending each other looks and smiles hidden in the night that promised more of these soft moments in their future... He could imagine retiring somewhere in Europe, maybe Iceland, he always wanted to see the Aurora Borealis, and it had a small population... he could dream of cuddling out on the open grass under the stars without a care in the world... but for now, as the light flooded back to them, they moved an acceptable distance apart once more.

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Prompts - Ghost au, fluff, pancakes

Summary by @your-ginger-angel - Bucky missed pancakes. As a ghost, he could smell, he could see, and sometimes he could even touch, but since he didn't need to eat, he couldn't taste anything that passed his lips. In fact, it just looked gross when he tried to eat. But Steve, the new guy renting Bucky's old apartment, was the sweetest ever because he took the time to describe exactly how his pancakes tasted. And if Bucky tried to catch a taste of those pancakes on Steve's lips despite the fact that he couldn't taste, well, Steve didn't have to know.

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Prompts by @your-ginger-angel - domestic avengers, ocean, chef AU

Summary by @themadhalewrites - The team had brought a restaurant on the beach but the only two working were tony and bucky. Bucky had been trying to do knife tricks a knife slipped and now while the rest of the staff were playing in the ocean Tony was stitching up bucky.

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Prompts by Angst_BuriTTo - Once Upon a Time AU

Summary by @writing-mermaid - "Papa !", the little girl shouts looking at Bucky from head to toe. "Wha... What ?", the later says, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish out of his bowl.

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Prompts by LLightz - Identity Porn, wrong door, pancakes

Summary by @dreaminglypeach - Bucky is tired, hungry, and fucking fed up of trying to find the place he’s supposed to be meeting Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver. He gets that they’re young and use the google for absolutely everything, but that is no excuse for giving him such craptacular directions. He finally thinks he’s got the right place, but the teenage boy who opens the door with a plate of pancakes in his hand looks unaccountably surprised to see him.

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Prompts by @themadhalewrites - Pregnancy

Summary by @writing-mermaid - “Penny for your thoughts”, Steve says, coming silently behind me. “I’m pregnant, Steve”, I say, still looking outside. “Is it Bucky’s ?”, he questions. “Of course, it’s Bucky’s, who else would it be ?”, I shout, turning to him, rushing out of the room.

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Prompts by

@your-ginger-angel - Chef AU

@themadhalewrites - New Love

@rebelmeg - Fluff

Summary by @blurockets - (stuckony) Watching Tony argue with the new food prep robots he was fiddling with trying to make Bucky's life easier while they were still fiddling with his arm had to be one of the cutest things he'd ever seen. Watching Bucky throw a peeled clove of garlic into the processor with his good hand while he used 'The Beast' to hold the the wayward robot in place. Steve took a photo quickly trying to preserve the moment. He was going to draw it later. He was going to preserve it as best as he can. They were covered in flour and giggling and there was no where else he'd want to be. From being yelled at by one man to the other man invading his kitchen and fixing everything. This still was a whirlwind. It was amazing.

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Prompts by

@blurockets - Ghost AU

@your-ginger-angel - Ocean

@writing-mermaid - snow

Summary by Angst_BuriTTo - There was a legend, down by the ocean docks, that if you sailed in snowfall, that the Winter Siren would sing and drag your body to the ocean floor, and use your bones to make its nest.

Steve Rogers didn't believe in such nonsense.

"So, the legend is true."

"What gave it away -- the razor sharp teeth, or the tail?"

"In hindsight, it's 1932, and fairy tales are just that, TALES. I didn't expect that my mother's fairy-tale would be TRUE."

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Prompts by @rebelmeg - Body Swap, Fluff, Heat

Summary by LLightz - Bucky loved to cuddle up against the soft and ridiculously warm furry expanse of Steve's body, feeling completely safe wrapped up in his best friend as they licked each other clean before falling asleep. So when he woke up one morning, feeling oddly large and clumsy, with a small kitten under his paws that looked exactly like he used to, he was terrified... feeling terribly exposed in this new body, and why were his thoughts so muddled and slow?

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Prompts by @rebelmeg - body swap, fluff, heat

Summary by @lbibliophile-mcu - The first thing Sam notices as the fog of sleep starts to clear, is the warmth. He usually prefers to keep the bedroom cool while sleeping - read somewhere that it helps convince the body to slow down and conserve energy. The second thing he notices, is the bed - and he is so glad that it is a bed, that drastically reduces the potential consequences for waking up somewhere unfamiliar. The mattress sinks under his weight, cradling him in a totally different way to his own firm bedding. Combined with the several fuzzy blankets and veritable mountain of pillows surrounding him, he is feeling more than a bit smothered. The third thing, he notices when he runs his hands over his face and finally blinks open his eyes. Because those hands... he squints at them blearily, waves them around a bit to make sure, then sighs and flops back. Two hands, one pale and one metal. Well, at least that explains why he is waking up in Bucky Barnes' bed.

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Prompts by @steverogersnotebook - Mutual pining

Summary by @writing-mermaid - (2nd part of the ancient Greece AU) Bucky left a year ago, during this time, Y/N became the High Priestess of the Temple of Apollo. When he left, she told him she had desire for him but they couldn't give in to their passion. One year later, will the passion still be here and will they succumb to it despite the fact that physical love and desire is forbidden for a High Priestess.

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Prompts by @rebelmeg - Body swap

Summary by @writing-mermaid - Who never dreamed of living in the body of the opposite sex just for one day ? Not Y/N, anyway, and especially not when she finished in the body of an Avenger.

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Prompts by Angst_BuriTTo - Northern Lights, Russia, Once Upon A Time (TV Show) AU

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - The lights were beautiful. Natasha remembered faintly her father taking her up north. As north as Russia gets he had told her when she had asked where. They would sit, freezing and waiting until finally the night sky lit with northern lights. A beautiful arrangement of all colours, vivid and tangible in a way nothing else was. She was reminded about one of those rare childhood memories, when clint zapped through the channels from one station to the next until landing on the once upon a time. The show, despite not playing there, tugged at her memory. She felt like she knew, livid, the characters life.

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Prompts by @blurockets - Winteriron, Ghost au, SCI FI au

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Tony was not afraid. He was not. Ghosts were a story for old folk and kids and there are no ghosts in his fucking home. Nope. Science told him differently. And Tony would know, as leading scientist on the Stark-Space-Ship 'The Winter Soldier'

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Prompts by @rebelmeg - body swap, fluff, heat

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Hot. Hot hot. It was too damn hot for this to be his bed room. Why was it so hot? Tony blinked his eyes open, fearing to find himself in a cave. But instead he was in an opulent room. The bedsheet felt like silk and the ceiling looked like one of those in palasts and- "What the hell?!" Tony stared at his hand. At his black hand and then his brain caught up with the voice, which was not his!

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Prompts by @writing-mermaid - Phantom of the Opera AU, mutant, snow

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Snow used to be his favorite form of water. Bucky had loved to play in the snow. To have snowball fights with his sisters and if Steve was doing well with him too. He had adored snow. Then, something changed, he changed. Now all that snow did, was making him uglier, disposable, worthless. He hides away so that snow never touches his frame anymore. So that the snow won't burn anymore of him. The catacombs were his home now. One day though, the most beautiful voice he ever heard made him risk it all. He needed to know who that brunet opera singer was.

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Prompts by @themadhalewrites - Pregnancy, new love, "not my baby"

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - It was said that every woman would fall in love at least once in her life and then could never love another man like that anymore. Peggy strongly disagreed. She had felt love for Steve. She had felt love for her husband. But... the love she felt for the child growing in Maria Stark, the love she felt for this tiny baby which was not born yet, that was a love she wouldn't be able to feel again. "You're not my baby, darling, but I love you like your mine already." She whispered to the belly while Maria smiled softly.

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Prompts by LLightz - Identity Porn, wrong door, pancakes

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Steve was not panicking. He was Captain America after all. He can't panic. Steve was just.... not expecting his neighbor to look so much like his ex-boyfriend. He was totally not expecting a James Buchanan Barnes look alike as a neighbor. When Steve had seen the man first, he nearly choked up and barricaded himself in his home, cooking the one meal he always had found comfort in, pancakes. The blond refused to acknowledge that he might be indeed panicking, when said neighbor broke in the following night, looking around confused and just mumbled, "Shit, I'm sorry. Wrong door. Gimme a call alter about the costs." and vanished again. He was god damn Captain America and he- ok. Fine Steve was panicking.

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Prompts by @steverogersnotebook - Mutual pining; stargazing; single parent

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Every night at 11 pm on the dot, the blond would step outside his tiny apartment and look up, hoping to see the stars he was used to. Every night at 11:05 pm, a brunet with his daughter would step on their balcony, (way bigger over in the better parts of the town) and would look in the sky hoping that the pain of losing his wife would one day stop. Every day at 11 am sharp, Steve Rogers would connect his business laptop to a meeting with his best friend and secret crush, Bucky Barnes. They would talk and they would argue and they would do business and then they shared something from their lives. Bucky shared stories of how Natasha was developing and Steve would listen and sometimes talk about that nice old lady from three doors down the floor. Neither man would ever say something, until they do.

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Prompts by @your-ginger-angel - domestic avengers, chef's Au, and Ocean

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - As a chef, Bucky prided himself to know where his ingredients came from. So when the family known as the Avengers asked for the best, Bucky was suggested and found himself in the position to cook for them. The brunet had always dreamed about cooking for those big names like Romanov and Stark and Rogers and Barton, but the things those heathens wanted to consume turned his stomach. So he took it as a challenge. He had the perfect recipe. He just needed to catch that rare fish from the coast of Hawaii, easy, right?

#buckybarnesbingo2020 #bbb2020 #discord party #3 prompt summary #fanfic summaries #party game

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rubberducky-jrr · 5 years

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Broken Souls

Summary: Your soulmate was a disaster, always getting themselves into trouble and causing you pain. Until one day, an unbearable pain took over you. Something was definitely wrong.

Soulmate au where you feel each others injuries.

Pairings: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings: A whole lot of angst, so prepare! Blood and swearing.

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You shot up in bed, a sharp pain radiating from your ribs. You squeezed your eyes shut, hunching over as you pressed a hand against your ribs. Your breath was sharp, each intake causing the pain to increase greatly.

“Oh god,” you mumbled, trying to calm yourself as you began to fear for your life.

What at the hell is my soulmate doing?

Recently, your soulmate had been getting themselves into quite a bit of trouble. You’d constantly wake up late at night from the pain that they were putting you in. It was slowly starting to annoy you more and more as you became more sleep deprived from it. The only pain you had put your soulmate in was the one time you fell off your bike as a kid and when you stubbed your toe last week on the kitchen table. You were extremely careful, not wanting to feel the guilt from hurting your soulmate, who clearly felt differently to you.

Slowly, the pain started to ease and was replaced with numbness. You leant back down in bed, just hoping your soulmate was alright but also that they would stop being an idiot and getting themselves into situations like these.

***

You sat at the table in the cafeteria with Ned and Peter, picking away at your food. MJ sat a few seats down, just enough to still be able to hear what you were talking about.

“Are you alright, Y/n?” Peter asked, eyes filled with concern as he watched you.

“Hmm?” You asked, looking up from your food suddenly, having not been listening to their conversation. You were too busy thinking about your soulmate and whether they were ok.

“Are you alright?” He repeated and you just shrugged, looking back down at your food. Peter glanced at Ned, both looking at each other slightly confused.

“What’s wrong?” Ned asked as MJ looked across at you, tilting her head slightly with a small frown on her face.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you mumbled before standing up to leave. You were so distracted by your own thoughts that you managed to bang your hip into the side of the table as you walked.

You swore under your breath as the pain shot up from your hip. You paused, taking a deep breath through you nose in annoyance before continuing to walk towards the bin to dump your food and leave.

Little did you know, Peter had felt that same pain and was now sat in shock, staring off after you.

Ned was suddenly called over to where Betty was sat, leaving Peter alone. He looked down at the table, a frown on his face as he tried to comprehend what had happened.

“That wasn’t a coincidence, was it?” MJ asked as she easily slid into the chair opposite him with her tray of food.

“What?” Peter asked, MJ breaking him from his spiralling thoughts.

“You winced the same as she stupidly ran into the table,” MJ stated and Peter just stared blankly at her before blinking a few times, his brain kicking back in.

“How come you always see everything?” He asked and she shrugged, picking up her sandwich and taking a bite.

“It’s my secrete superpower,” she said through a mouthful of food, causing Peter to raise an eyebrow at her.

He glanced back at the cafeteria door where he had last seen you, feeling so many emotions that he couldn’t even think straight. You were his soulmate. Tony’s daughter was his soulmate, the girl he had had a massive crush on since the second he met you in Tony’s lab, your hair all messy and oil smudge on your cheek.

“So,” MJ began as she swallowed her food. “What you going to do about it?” She questioned as Peter looked back at her.

“About what?” He decided to act oblivious to what she was talking about, yet he knew that it was a hopeless attempt.

“Your soulmate being your adopted father’s daughter,” she stated.

“Mr Stark hasn’t adopted me,” he defended. MJ just gave him a knowing look which caused him to become even more defensive. “Look, just... Just drop it ok, I’ll figure this out by myself,” he said before standing up and leaving. MJ just shrugged before pulling a book out to read.

Peter hadn’t know you for that long, only finding out Tony had a daughter about eight months ago when you had moved from London from your mum’s house.

He leant against his locker with a heavy heart, realising then that with him being Spider-Man he was not only hurting himself but also you. He had never thought about the consequences of his actions on his soulmate until now.

The bell for fifth period rang, dragging Peter from his thoughts and back into reality.

He really needed to talk to you.

You sat at your dad’s desk, slowly spinning from left to right as you watched him fix his car. Dum-E rolled over to you, bumping his arm into yours to grab your attention. You smiled, patting him gently and mumbling “good boy”.

“Do you not have anything better to do on a Friday night?” He asked a few moments later as you started to hum the song that had been stuck in your head.

“Not really,” you said and Tony sighed, sliding out from under the car to sit up and look at you. “Why? Is my presence that annoying?” You teased and Tony rolled his eyes at you.

“You know what I mean,” he said and you gave him a smirk as he stood up. He began mumbling instructions to Jarvis about new suit protocols for himself and Peter.

You let out a sigh, leaning back and staring up at the ceiling as you span around slowly in the chair, Dum-E starting to circle around you.

You didn’t know how it happened but suddenly you felt a white hot burning pain in you shoulder. You let out a pained noise, hunching over as one hand fumbled to grab the desk while the other pressed down on your left shoulder.

You heard your dad call out your name in concern but you couldn’t reply. You couldn’t think, the pain so blinding that this time you thought you were definitely going to die.

Your hand slipped from the desk and you fell to the ground, rolling over onto your back to stare up at the ceiling.

Your dad was suddenly above you, knelt down next you with a hand on your cheek to grab your attention.

“Fuck,” your dad breathed. “Jarvis?”

“Her sats seem perfectly fine, Sir. Her heart rate is significantly high though,” he said and Tony looked down at you as you cried out in pain again, eyes squeezed shut.

“Get Bruce! Now!” He snapped. “Y/n? Y/n, can you hear me?” He then said to you, his heart in his throat as panic began to take over him.

“I-It hurts,” you mumbled out, taking in sharp, swallow breaths as the pain began to be too much.

“Where? Tell me where it hurts, honey,” you heard his voice come from a distance away, the world beginning to spin. “Y/n, stay with me, darling,” he said, tapping your cheek to get you to open your eyes and not pass out from the pain.

The door swung open a moment later to reveal a concerned Bruce followed a few seconds later by Steve who looked equally as concerned.

“What’s happened?” Bruce asked as he rushed over, kneeling down on the other side of you.

“I-I don’t know, she just collapsed, crying out in pain,” Tony rushed, his voice full of concern and fear.

“Y/n, it’s Bruce,” he began and you tried to focus on his face yet it kept going in and out, everything blurring around you. “I need you to tell me where it hurts.”

“S-Shoulder, left,” you mumbled and Bruce gently lowered your top to check your shoulder, finding no bruise or swelling.

“Tony,” Steve called to him, trying to get his attention away from you. “Tony, I think I know what’s going on,” he said and Tony’s head snapped up, a frown on his face. “It’s Parker, he’s been shot in the shoulder on the mission with Sam and Nat,” he added before you cried out again, Bruce trying to calm you.

“Wait, what?” Tony asked, his mind not working as fast as it normally did due to the fact that his daughter currently laid on the ground in pain.

“They’re soulmates, unless this is a massive coincidence,” Steve explained and Tony blinked, suddenly everything falling into place.

“Oh god,” he said before glancing down at you and then back up at Steve. “Where’s the kid?” He asked.

“They’re inbound now, E.T.A. 15 minutes. I’ve called Dr. Cho, she’ll arrive just before them,” he informed Tony who nodded.

“Right, help me get Y/n up.”

Suddenly you felt Steve’s strong arms lift you up against his chest. Your mind was fussy as you tried to force yourself to keep a sense of the world.

“Peter,” you mumbled to whoever was around you, vaguely aware of hearing Steve say he was your soulmate. However, it didn’t click in your brain what that actually meant.

Soulmates?

“He’s going to be alright,” Steve said softly to you as he carried you up to the medical bay where you would meet Dr. Cho.

Your heart began to beat faster for a whole different reason now after hearing the uncertainty in Steve’s voice.

You couldn’t find out that Peter, that sweet, cute, nervous boy, was your soulmate... You couldn’t find out that the boy that you had grown to fall for over the past eight months was your soulmate and then have him taken away from you. You just couldn’t.

However, as another wave of pain ran through your body you were sure you would have to face that fact soon enough.

***

“Pete? Oh god, Nat! There’s so much blood,” Sam’s voice was strained, his hands covered in Peter’s blood as he tried his hardest to stop the bleeding with a cloth.

“We’re nearly there, just... Just hold on,” Nat said back as she flew as quickly as she could back to the tower.

Peter had his eyes scrunched shut, the pain unlike anything he had ever felt before. His hands were balled into fists where he laid on the quinjet floor, Sam fussing above him and trying not to freak out.

Peter’s chest was tight, his heart pounding hard and mind racing.

“Y/n,” he mumbled, his heart breaking as he thought of the pain you must be in.

Images of you flashed before his eyes, Aunt May’s voice ringing in his ears to stay strong, seeing flashes of Ned and MJ and then you again.

It was always you.

He couldn’t believe he had been this slow to realise it, he should have realised the first time he saw you that you were the one. His heart had fluttered and stomach had flipped, clearly trying to tell him that it was you, you were his soulmate. Yet he had been stupid, ignoring the fact that he was head over heels for you.

His vision began to blur as dark spots appeared around the edge, he was slipping.

“Nat!” Sam exclaimed as Peter’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, causing Sam’s heart to leap into his throat.

The quintet suddenly came to a harsh stop before bumping down onto the helipad in one of Nat’s roughest landings.

She opened the doors and Thor came running up into the jet.

“Is he...” he wondered off, seeing how much blood there was.

“Not yet,” Sam said and Thor nodded, simply picking up Peter and carrying him inside.

Natasha climbed out of the drivers seat, glancing down at the bloody patch on the quinjet floor. She swallowed hard, pushing down her concern before following Sam into the tower.

***

You were sat on a chair, your right leg bouncing as you tried to focus on the light Dr. Cho was currently shining into your eyes.

“You mean to tell me that... Peter has been shot and... I’m feeling this pain because he’s... he’s my soulmate,” you said through shaky breaths. Dr. Cho had given you some pain relief, allowing you some ease from the pain as numbness took over you instead.

“Yes.” Tony was pacing, glancing at his watch every other second.

Before you could continue, the doors to the medical bay opened and Thor came in with Peter limp in his arms.

“Oh god,” the words slipped from your lips at the sight of Peter. His suit was covered in blood, torn to reveal other cuts underneath. His face bruised and bloody, hair a mess.

“Put him here,” Helen ordered, pointing to one of the medical beds.

You pulled yourself up to stand on shaky legs, the pain now numb but still managing to come through.

Steve was by your side in a second, hand on your back to help steady you. You watched in shock as Helen began to try and save Peter’s life.

Your dad kept glancing at you and then back at Peter, his face as white as snow as he tried to keep calm.

“Is... Is he going to be alright?” You choked out and Bruce glanced up from where he was helping Helen.

“It’s probably best for you all to wait outside,” he said and Tony swallowed thickly. You felt Steve’s hand push gently on your back as if to get you moving.

“N-No, no! I need to know if he’ll be alright,” you said, your voice becoming frantic. Steve took your hand as your dad moved over to you.

“No!” You tugged on Steve’s grip but he wasn’t slacking, only holding onto you harder.

Suddenly, your dad’s arms were around you, pulling you out of the medical bay as you cried for Peter, for him to wake up.

“Please! Peter, please!”

***

You had been waiting for an hour, head in your hands were you sat on the floor next to the door. Your dad stood opposite you next to Steve and Thor, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, nails digging into his arms.

Happy had gone to pick up May about 30 minutes ago and had rang to say they were stuck in traffic. Nat and Sam stood a little further down the corridor, still dirty from the mission but not daring to go clean up yet until they heard Peter was safe.

You couldn’t feel anything, there was no pain anymore, just numbness running through your whole body. You had no idea if it meant that Peter was sedated and alive or if he was dead.

It felt like a lifetime until the door opened, Bruce coming out with sweat on his forehead and a tired look in his eyes. You scrambled up to stand, Tony pushing up from the wall.

“He’s stable and awake,” Bruce said before you quickly pushed past him and into the medical bay.

“I’ll give you both a minute,” Helen said, stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind her.

You slowly walked over to Peter who laid there, his face pale and looking so fragile.

“Hey Peter,” you said softly, sitting down in the chair next to his bed and taking his hand in yours. He slowly turned his head, a soft drowsy smile forming on his lips when he locked eyes with you.

“Hey,” he breathed and you felt your heart tighten, tears shining in your eyes as you tried to hold them back.

“I had no idea it was you,” you whispered, your voice breaking. You leaned forward, lifting his hand to gently place a kiss on his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” he said, causing a frown to form on your face.

“Why are you sorry?” You asked and Peter closed his eyes briefly, taking a shaky breath in before looking back at you.

“F-For this... For causing you pain... For not telling you who I really was,” he said softly as tears filled his eyes. Your heart broke at his words. You let a tear drop down your cheek before you quickly shook your head, giving him a sweet smile.

“Don’t be silly, I’m just happy you’re alive,” you said and Peter just sighed softly, resting his head back into the pillow as he blinked back tears.

The door suddenly swung open with a loud bang as it slammed into the wall behind it.

“Oh my god, Peter,” May exclaimed before rushing over. You quickly let go of his hand and stepped out of the way, allowing May to take your place next to his bed.

You watched as she held Peter in a gentle hug before you glanced over to see your dad waiting in the corridor.

You moved out of the room and towards him as he held his arms open. You collapsed into the hug, allowing all the tears to finally fall as he began to rub reassuring circles on your back.

“It’s going to be alright, kid.”

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You were sat on your bed in the tower, staring out your floor to ceiling window. You hadn’t seen Peter in a week but he had texted you a few times to ask how you were and to tell you he was getting better, slowly but surely.

Just as you were about to turn off your lights and climb into bed there was a knock at your door.

“Peter,” you said in slight shock after you opened the door. He smiled shyly at you, dropping the hand that had been rubbing the back of his neck. He looked healthy, only a small, soft bruise on his cheek remained.

“H-Hey, can I come in?” He asked and you nodded, stepping to the side for him to walk into your bedroom. You closed the door behind him and couldn’t help but chuckle when you saw him stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“You can sit,” you said, gesturing to your bed. He gave you a shy smile before sitting down on the edge of it.

“How are you feeling?” He then asked and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s me who should be asking that question,” you said, making Peter chuckle nervously.

“Yeah, I guess,” he commented. “But honestly, how are you?” He asked again as you sat down next to him.

“I’m good,” you said and Peter gave you a raised eyebrow. “Honestly, I am... I’m just...” You paused, unsure of how you were feeling.

“I know, last week was a lot to handle,” Peter said before he took your hand in his, gently stroking a thumb over the back of it. He heard your heart beat pick up slightly from his touch.

“Just don’t do that to me again, you have no idea how worried I was,” you said and Peter bit the inside of his cheek.

“T-That’s one of the reasons I’m here actually,” he began before taking a deep breath, turning to sit facing you. “I-I can’t promise you that... that it won’t happen again, that you won’t ever get hurt,” he said and you nodded slowly, wondering where he was going with this.

He paused, trying to remember the next part of the speech he had been rehearsing all week.

“It’s ok, Peter,” you began, knowing he was struggling for words. “I know you can’t give up on being Spider-Man and besides, I would never ask you to.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, looking at your hand locked with his on his lap. “I just want you to know that I’ll try my hardest to never let you feel that sort of pain again. I promise... With all my heart.”

He lifted a hand to cup your cheek, stroking a thumb across you cheekbone. You leant into his touch, closing your eyes briefly before locking eyes with him.

“And the other reason?” You asked remembering his earlier words. A blush suddenly started to creep up on Peter’s cheeks.

“I erm... I wanted to ask you if, like you can totally say no if you don’t want to but, I mean it would be nice if you said yes-“

“Peter, point?”

“Oh, sorry uh... Yeah, I wanted to ask you if you maybe wanted to go out on a date?” His voice was quiet yet hopefully, eyes glancing anywhere but at you.

You broke out into the biggest smile before leaning forward, catching Peter’s eyes. He looked at you in shock for a second before your lips touched his. It took him a second to process what was going on until he eventually melted into the kiss. His hand slipped to run through your hair as you kissed him, your own hand going to rest on his chest.

His senses went into overdrive, drowning in your smell and touch. His heart fluttered as you let out a small moan when he began to kiss you more passionately.

You eventually leant back, breaking the kiss but leaning your forehead on his.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said before you pulled him you into another kiss, his whole body filling with warmth. He chuckled against your lips, causing you to laugh too and break apart slightly, catching each other’s eyes.

“Soulmates,” Peter mumbled, looking at you in awe as if he couldn’t believe it. You blushed slightly, glancing down to the bed before smiling at him.

“It’s crazy all that actually exists.”

“Not really.”

“Why?” You asked, a small frown on your face as Peter cupped your cheek with his hand.

“Because I knew you were my soulmate from the moment I met you. It-It just took me a while to realise,” he said and your smile widen even further as your heart fluttered. You suddenly pushed him down to the bed before climbing on top of him.

He looked up at you with a slight surprised look before smirking. He pulled you down to kiss him, everything feeling just right in that moment.

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cammi-writes · 4 years

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Title: Red Rising

Parts: part 1 | part 2 |

Summary: In a man’s world, 24 year old Y/n Rogers struggles to stay by the sides of her older brother Steve and fiance Bucky during WWII. She finally finds her way back to them as a nurse, only able to spend a few short weeks with Bucky before he is viciously ripped from her. Sadly, she is ripped from Steve during his final battle. Assuming she died along with Red Skull, Steve lives his life with the Avengers and Bucky in the present. Until Clint mentions that Red Skull is alive and on Vormir. The question of what exactly happened to you creeps up on them. Sending the Avengers on a new mission. Locate Y/n Rogers.

a / n | warnings: au where Steve never went back in time and Loki never died.

Fandom: Marvel

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

“Where do you think you’re going?” Colonel Phillips grabbed you as you tried to follow your older brother Steve onto the jet.

“I can’t let him go alone.” You pulled your arm away from him.

“You’ll never make the jump, Y/n!” Peggy pleaded with you.

“I have to try.” You closed your eyes and leaped from the slick black car and onto the wheel of the jet just like Steve did.

It hurt a lot more than you expected but you did it. As you climbed up the wheel and into the room filled with knocked out Hydra agents you breathed a laugh. You were in nursing school when Steve and Bucky had left. After months of service as an army nurse, you were reunited with Steve and Bucky. But a few short weeks later, Bucky was gone. And it wrecked you. So you couldn’t lose Steve too.

“What are you doing here?” Steve gasped as he picked up his shield.

“Making sure you don’t do something stupid.” You crossed your arms.

“This is serious, Y/n. These people aren’t going to go easy on you just because you’re a girl.” Steve shook his head.

“Well then it’s not much different than Brooklyn, huh?” You pursed your lips in anger.

Steve stared Bucky in the eyes, replaying that memory over and over. Wondering how he could explain to his best friend what happened to the love of his life.

“I just want to know if she ever... made herself into something.” Bucky lowered his eyes at the thought of you. “Did SHIELD have any records kept on her?”

“Buck...” Steve sighed.

“What? What happened?”

“Y/n died before I went into the ice...”

Bucky felt like he couldn’t breathe. He knew that the possibility of you being alive now was close to none, but the idea that you were gone for so long... It felt worse than anything.

“H-How?” Bucky clenched his metal hand trying to control his emotions.

“The last mission I was on... I was chasing Red Skull. He was trying to nuke the entire planet. I was losing him... Colonel Phillips, Peggy and Y/n... they picked me up and got me to the jet.” Steve swallowed at the memory. “She must have followed me, she did follow me up there. And then... a lot of stuff happened. Schmidt had the tesseract... he was burning up. He grabbed her and before I could do anything... they were gone.”

The images of you screaming and reaching out for him, flashed in his memory. Before the blue light swallowed you both up.

Bucky sucked in a deep breath before turning on his heel and storming away.

“Bucky!” Steve called out to stop him but the sound of a slamming door was his reply.

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It was a few months later, Bucky hadn’t spoken about you since finding out what happened. He rarely thought about you because every time your name passed through his mind, all he could think about was how the last thing you felt was fear.

Ever since Bucky was clear minded, he held hope that maybe you were out there somewhere. Old, surrounded by people who loved you. He had hoped that you were able to move on, marry and have children. He wanted to find you, to see you one more time. But he knew the chances of that happening were slim. He would have been content knowing that you had died of natural causes, again surrounded by your loved ones.

But to know that you died so young... so traumatically. It felt like there was no hope.

Bucky sat silently on the couch while Clint argued with Sam and Steve.

“We need to recover Nat’s body. We can’t leave her out there.” Clint grounded out.

“I’m sorry, man but that isn’t the best move right now. We’re still rebuilding the team up. We lost people. We can’t risk anyone else right now.” Sam tried to explain to him.

“One of the people we lost was Nat. She sacrificed her life for us. For Bucky. For Peter. For all of us. We owe her this.” Clint shook his head.

“What-”

“He’s right, Sam. She died for us. We can’t leave her there.” Steve glanced at Bucky, hoping that he would side with them. “Nobody left me in the ice and we didn’t leave Bucky.”

“Seriously?” Sam’s eyes widened. “This is different. You both were alive. Clint even said their was a guard up there. We’re going to start this fight for someone who’s gone?”

“Tell us about the guard, Barton.” Steve focused on Clint.

“Uh.. He was this tall guy. Dark robes. I couldn’t see much but his face. It was freaky. It looked like he was red-”

“Red?” Bucky spoke up for the first time. “His face was red?”

“Yeah, I think so?” Clint nodded. “Why?”

“Do you think-?” Bucky looked at Steve who had a worried expression.

“It’s a long shot-”

“Friday.” Bucky stood up abruptly.

“Can someone tell me what’s happening?” Sam furrowed his eyebrows.

“How can I assist you Mr. Barnes?” Friday spoke, everyone ignoring Sam’s confusion.

“Bring up an image of Johann Schmidt” Bucky was acting out of character but his mind was racing. If Red Skull was alive, so were you.

“Yeah, that’s him.” Clint nodded.

“Who is that?” Sam asked obviously frustrated with everyone for ignoring him.

“He was the leader of Hydra back in the 40′s.” Steve pursed his lips. “I watched him die...”

“But he’s alive.” Bucky cracked a smile, something that surprised everyone in the room.

“Okay, I’ve never seen him show any emotion but he’s happy because this guy’s alive?” Sam said, once again, confused.

“If he’s alive, so is Y/n.” Bucky spoke, staring at Steve. “Y/n’s alive.”

“We don’t know that...” Steve shook his head.

“Well we need to find out.” Bucky exasperated. “If she is, we can’t leave her up there.”

Steve thought about it for a minute. Weighing the chances of you being alive after 76 years before sighing.

“Someone get in contact with Thor. We’re going to need his help.”

“Okay, who the hell is Y/n?”

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imaginationintowords · 4 years

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Lost on You

Chapter 3

Peter Parker x Sister!Reader Steve Rogers x Reader Avengers x Reader; Hybrid Social Media AU

Summary: Y/N Parker is Peter’s older sister. She is ten years older than Peter, making her 26 years-old. She is also an Avenger, her powers are very similar to Wanda’s; telekinesis, mind reading, teleportation, and elemental bending. She has been an Avenger far longer than Peter, and like Peter her identity is kept a secret. As well as being an Avenger she works in the lab alongside Tony, she is a science genius. She has also been dating Steve Rogers for the past 3 years. Their relationship is as great as it can possibly be, that is until Steve does something that has Y/n questioning not only their entire relationship, but her place in the Avengers. It opens her eyes to how much of her life has revolved around Steve and work. Never really experiencing life like everyone else her age has.

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My phone has been blowing up for the past two hours. I just can’t bring myself to answer any of the calls and messages coming through.

“Y/n,” Aunt May softly says, bring me out of my trance, “Sweetie you’re going to have to respond to one of them before they show up here.”

The last thing I needed was for Steve to show up.

“I know,” I say, my voice coming off a little hoarse from all the crying.

The drive to the compound was silent. I was trying my hardest to remain calm and get my emotions in control.

I need to get in, deal with Steve, get some of my things, then leave. And I need to do all of this as quick as possible.

“Okay, we’re here,” Aunt May said, parking the car in front of the entrance.

“Thanks,” I say taking one final breath.

“You sure you don’t want me to come with you?” She asked, reaching out for my hand over the middle console.

“I’m sure,” I tell her, “I’ll call you if I need your help.”

“Okay. I’ll be waiting right here,” she says, “Love you.”

“Love you too,” I force a smile.

I exit out of the car and make my way up to our living quarters.

In the elevator my mind was racing. My emotions were all over the place. I was utterly heartbroken, but right now I’m feeling nothing but anger, and betrayal.

I know that at the end of all of this, I will be okay. I’ll just need some time to get there.

And at that final thought, the elevator door opened and there waiting to greet me is everyone. Steve at the forefront of it all. I noticed Tony lingering in the background, putting his phone away. No doubt Aunt May asking him to be on standby.

“Thank god you’re okay,” Steve said rushing over to me, but stopping when I put my hand up.

“Y/n?” Wanda called out, taking notice on my appearance.

I just continued to stare Steve down. Taking in his appearance.

How could this man, standing in front of me do something so horrible to me. How could this man who proclaimed his love for me everyday do this to me. How could this man that was nothing but good, do this. How could this man that made me feel so incredibly loved do this. How could this man that I swore I was going to spend the rest of my life with, just give it all up. How could this man be so selfish.

“Y/n,” Steve whispered, reaching his hand out for mine. I pulled my hand away before he could.

I looked over to the left, where Natasha was, immediately making eye contact with her. How could she do this to me? She shift uncomfortable under my stare. I look back to Steve, then once more back to Nat, and finally back to him.

His face immediately fell.

He knows now.

“Y/n,” he whispers, trying to keep the conversation between us.

“I am so sorry,” he shakily says, his eyes starting to well up with tears.

“How could you?” I ask, my voice breaking.

“How could you both?” I ask again, looking over at Nat, who was also on the verge of crying.

Everyone around the room was looking around, confused about what was going on. I noticed Tony immediately catching on to what was happening, and I can tell he’s trying to restrain himself.

“How could you just hurt me like that?” I turn back to Steve.

“It was a mistake,” he said, his bottom lip quivering, “I swear to you, it only happened that one time. And it will never happen again.”

“I should’ve told you,” he cried, “But I was so afraid of losing you.”

“So instead you guys tried to cover it,” I tell him, the anger slowly creeping back in, “and didn’t think that I would find out. As if I don’t have access to everything in this compound.”

“We didn’t want to hurt you,” Nat spoke up.

“You didn’t want to hurt me?” I scoffed, “Should’ve thought about that before having sex with my boyfriend.”

“Should’ve thought about that before you tried to delete the footage,” I tell her, “The footage that not only did I see, but my brother and Aunt happened to see as well.”

“Y/n, can we please talk about this in private?” Steve begged, his face covered in tears.

“No, we can’t,” I tell him, “because there’s nothing you can say that will change my mind. Nothing. Because what you two did, I’ve never felt so betrayed before.”

“I loved you Steve,” I softly cried out, “I never thought in a million years you would do this to me. But you did. So now we both have to pay the price for your actions.

“I’m so utterly heartbroken right now, but I know eventually I will be fine. And that we’ll be fine. But we will never be what we once were.”

The room was silent, aside from the sniffles coming from Nat, Steve, and I. No one knew what to say or do, they all just waited for one of us to make the final move.

“So,” I say trying to collect myself, “I’m going to be taking some time off, and when I come back I’ll be in a different room. We still have to work together, and lucky for you two I know how to be professional.”

“Y/n-,” Steve says.

“No, Steve,” I stop him, “there’s nothing you can say that will change my mind. It’s already done. I’m going to go collect some of my things and be on my way.”

With that, I make my way across the room to the room that will never be mine again. Tony following closely behind me, and Wanda behind him.

As we walked into the room, I quickly made my way to the closet.

“Y/n?” Tony called from behind.

“Can you please grab my suitcases from under the bed, thanks,” I tell him, as I begin to grab clothes.

“Y/n?” Wanda called as well.

“Can you please grab my toiletry stuff from the bathroom. The bag for it should be under the sink,” I instruct her, as I continued to grab and fold clothes.

Tony and Wanda shared a look, before doing what was asked.

In about fifteen minutes we had four suitcases packed with enough shoes and clothes to last me the next two weeks.

“Thank-you.” I quietly thanked the both of them.

“Of course. Is there anything else you need?” Wanda asked, concerned laced throughout her face.

“Yeah, actually do you think you can make sure no one is out there when I leave?” I asked her, “I just don’t need an audience for this. I’ve had enough of that for the night.”

“Yes, of course. I’ll come back once it’s cleared,” She smiles weakly at me.

“You okay?” Tony asked hesitantly, afraid of saying the wrong thing that might have me fall apart.

“No,” I honestly answer, “but I just need to get out of here before I fall apart. Anymore than I already have.”

“I could just kill him. Both of them,” he said, his protective side coming out.

“Well, don’t,” I tell him, “not on my behalf at least. The world still needs them.”

“Well then I’m just going to be working them a lot harder,” he says, trying to make a joke. I try to force out a laugh.

Tony stops and looks at me. His face so full of concern. I know he means well, and he just wants me to be okay. Since joining the Avengers six years ago, he’s kind of taken on the surrogate father role, not just to me but to Peter as well.

“I’m so sorry kid,” his voice breaks. He pulls me into his arms for a hug, tightening his grip on me.

“I know,” I tell him, muffled into his suit jacket.

After a few moments in silence, we pulled apart, Tony placing a kiss on my forehead before letting go completely.

“It’s empty,” Wanda announced, walking back into the room.

“Thank-you,” I tell her, hugging her, while Tony collects two of the suitcases.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” she says into the hug.

I nod to her as we pull apart. I grabbed the other two suitcases and Tony and I made our way to my awaiting Aunt.

As we exit the building the rush of fresh air hit us, and my Aunt was rushing out of my car to open the trunk for the bags.

“Thank-you,” she whispered to Tony.

“Of course,” he tells her.

“Ready?” My aunt asked, as she closed the trunk after placing in the final bag.

“Yeah, let’s go,” I tell her as we make our way to the driver and passenger side of the car.

Tony holding the passenger side open for me.

“Thank-you,” I tell him, “For everything.”

“Anytime kid,” he says, “If you need anything, just call. Hell you can even put whatever you want on my credit card.”

“Now don’t tell me that,” I try to joke, getting into the car.

“Seriously,” he says becoming serious, “Whatever you want. Go be a dumb 26 year-old. Forget about the Avengers and the lab for the next two weeks.”

“I’ll try,” I tell him.

“Bye,” he said, closing the door.

I glanced in the side mirror, at the compound fading in the background. As soon as we were out the gates, I broke down. All of the emotions I was holding in came pouring out.

These next two weeks were going to be difficult.

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professional-benaddict · 4 years

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Chicago Fire AU oneshot

I tried smth idk if it’s any good but sksk for the moodboard and idea here

Tony, Steve, Stephen, 18+ Peter and MJ, Avengers and CW, firefighters, paramedics, firehouses, conflict and tensions, Peter is an emotional hoe for Everyone, Thor just being a cute puppy, MJ x Pepper hints, 3.5k

It is almost 8 am in Chicago, and Peter and MJ are walking up to Firehouse 51 to start their first day. The two childhood friends were both accepted to the firehouse and are now partners on Ambulance 61, and everything is like a surreal and wonderful dream. If you had told 8 year old Peter that he was going to be working with his best friend MJ as a paramedic, first he would have thrown a huge crying fit because he wants to be a firefighter most of all, but then he would have told you that you were lying.

MJ has already been introduced to the others at the firehouse the week before, and already knows how to get through the backdoor, which is closer to the parking lot. Peter, on the other hand, has never been to the firehouse since he just moved from New York to Chicago. Ever since he got accepted, he has been studying the city map everyday to memorise the most important roads and shortcuts. Besides, he does not have anything else to do at night since he cannot sleep due to the nerves of the new job.

While MJ dashes off to talk to the administration about getting a parking space, Peter is swooped away by to the Chief, Nick Fury, who runs the whole Firehouse. Their handshake is very formal, and straight to the point, and so is the introduction. But, Peter can see that there is a soft side to the Chief behind the rough edges, and the patch on his left eye hints to a long career as a firefighter. Around the patch, Peter can see scar tissue that resembles the aftermath of a severe burn, but Peter keeps his mouth shut and not asked about it. The Chief then shows Peter around, and then introduces him to the second in command, the Lieutenants. First came Lieutenant Steve Rogers on Rescue Squad 3, a large, blonde firefighter with a squared jaw and a clear will of steel, but kind, blue eyes.

“Welcome to Firehouse 51, Parker.”

“T-Thank you, Lieutenant Rogers.” Peter stutters out, trying not to sound as intimidated as he is by the huge blonde. The Lieutenant is in charge of Rescue Squad, which consists of Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson and Clint Barton. All the firefighters engulf Peter’s hand when they shake hands. The young paramedic can tell that these guys are tight based on their playful bantering and how they shove at one another and rub shoulders.

“These guys don’t join every call like 81, but if there’s a tricky situation, these guys will have our backs.” Chief Fury says and the Squad nod in agreement, heads high and grins wide. The 8 year old inside Peter cannot wait to see them in action.

Next, the Chief introduces Peter to Firetruck 81 up in the lounge area, led by Lieutenant Tony Stark. But, the man himself is absent for some reason, but the Chief goes right ahead and introduces Peter to the rest of the Truck team. James Rhodes is first, who is clearly a veteran around, but still at the top of his game. Then, Peter shakes hands with Thor Odinson and Bruce Banner, trying not to wince openly when they practically crush his hand.

“Peter, huh? You’re tiny.” The large blonde, Thor, comments. Peter blushes and is about to open his mouth to defend himself somehow, but the dark haired and shorter firefighter interrupts him.

“Thunder thighs, be nice to the new meat.” Bruce says, shoving the other firefighter out of the way to pat Peter’s shoulders. “Welcome to our team, buddy.”

A few moments later, one of the doors to the lounge area opens up and a gorgeous man waltzes past Peter to the kitchen at the other end of the room. The firefighter’s uniform fits him perfectly, and the dark blue fabric hugs his muscles and makes them bulge even more in the light. His hark is short, and nearly black like soot, and his goatee makes his jaw appear even more sharp than it already is. Peter’s stomach does an excited flip when his nose catches the musky smell of the man and his dark brown eyes that remind Peter of whiskey. The man, the Lieutenant like it says on his uniform, is by far the most gorgeous at the Firehouse that Peter has met so far. Well, maybe Steve is. Peter is not entirely sure.

“Stark, care to explain why you are late?” Fury asks, folding his arms in front of his chest. The man in question turns of his heel, putting on a clearly fake smile, but Peter is still intrigued and finds the man charming in an odd way. The Chief, on the other hand, is not amused in the slightest.

“Had to help an old lady get her cat down from a tree.” Tony lies.

“Right…” Fury sighs, while Rhodey, Thor and Bruce snicker in the back.

“What kind of breed was it?” Peter asks, wanting to also join in on the fun. Tony picks his head up at that, and finally looks at the young paramedic. His eyes soften and one corner of his mouth tugs upwards in a tiny smile.

“Brown.” The Lieutenant answers, his smile becoming wider. Before Fury can get to his rant, the alarm goes off, indicating a fire within their range, and everyone drops what they are doing and head down to the garage. Tony passes Peter on his way, and pats his shoulder. “Welcome to Firehouse 51, Peter Parker.”

While driving with MJ to the scene behind Firetruck and Rescue Squad, Peter cannot stop thinking about how Tony Stark knew his name. The young paramedic tries not to draw any conclusions, but he cannot help his heart which races at the thought of the firefighter doing research beforehand and knowing about his arrival. At the end of his first day, Peter is head over heels for Lieutenant Tony Stark.

Even with his heart racing with the rush of a crush, Peter manages to do a good job at the call, and together with MJ he saves the car crash victim, while the firefighters stop the car from tipping over and onto another car. It was quite the mess, and the Rescue Squad had remained behind to assist the police with the traffic. Meanwhile, Peter and MJ had rushed the crash victim to the closest hospital, and then returned to the firehouse. They actually bump into Truck 81 on their way, and MJ and Peter can see how Thor waves at them from the driver seat and honks the horns on the truck. Peter might be imagining things, but he is almost sure that he saw Tony smirking at him where he was sat next to Thor.

“Hey, Peter, wait up.”

Peter turns around when he hears his name being called, and his stomach does an equally excited and nervous flip when he sees Steve Rogers jogging up to catch up with him in the hallway at the firehouse.

“Yes, Lieutenant?”

“Oh, don’t give me that formal stuff. It’s Steve, please.” The blonde firefighter smiles widely, radiating friendliness and everything warm and fuzzy. Peter feels a bit weak at the knees as he looks at the man’s heavenly blue eyes. Is he just falling for everyone now? “Just wanted to say what a good job you did out there. Many of the new kids tend to freak at such gruesome scenes, but you handled it well.”

“Oh- I mean, thanks, Lieu- Steve.” Peter stutters out, his cheeks glowing like some Christmas ornaments.

“No problem, kid.” Steve smiles, and shoves playfully at the paramedic as he passes him and heads off, leaving Peter completely stunned.

During his first week, Peter learns a lot more than he ever felt like he did at school, both from the senior paramedics that frequently join them on calls, and the firefighters and their relationship to one another. Apparently, Lieutenants Rogers and Stark have been friends since the academy, but they had a falling out recently that has shaken the entire fire house. They rarely ever appear in rooms together at the same time, and if they really do have to be present, like during meetings, briefings and calls, they tend to steer away from one another. The lack of cooperation is nearly catastrophic, which means that Chief Fury has a much bigger job to do that he should have if his Lieutenants actually did their jobs and cooperated. Still, Peter keeps having encounters with them both, and for each time, he falls more and more in love with them both, although Peter knows what he wants is impossible to achieve. Tensions are high, and so are the flames.

A few weeks later, Peter and MJ are once more called to a scene with the firefighters. After a few minutes drive, they reach the scene. It is an elementary school, but luckily it is after school hours now, so the building is nearly empty, except for a few teachers working overtime. Hopping out of his own vehicle, Chief Fury starts giving orders, which includes to search the building for victims and then get the fire under control before it spreads to the neighbouring constructions.

While the large, bulky male firefighters get their oxygen masks on and gear up to head into the fire, the two young paramedics wait by the ambulance, their gurneys and first aid kits all ready. Even at a relatively safe distance across the street, Peter can feel the heat pulsing from the burning building. A window shatters somewhere under the intense heat, then another. The supporting constructions of the building creak and moan loudly, almost like it is in pain. Some of the kids must be happy to hear that there will be no school, though.

“I did some digging.” MJ says, fiddling with her stethoscope around her neck as she watches the firefighters work with keen eyes. While MJ is looking for signs of victims and patients for her to treat, Peter is getting distracted with looking at the firefighters, and Steve and Tony in particular.

“Hmm?” Peter asks, not really registering that MJ spoke. “I think I’m falling for them both.”

Not really following who Peter is referring to, MJ tries to follow his gaze and also spots the Lieutenants.

“Peter, no. Just- no.”

“But, MJ! Like- I know about their fight and such-”

“No! Like I said, I did some digging. It wasn’t a fight, it was Rogers who left Stark to die in a burning factory. You can’t be friends, let alone boyfriends, with them both. Chief Fury has even considered firing one of them because they can’t work together, it’s that bad.”

“You hear a lot of shit, don’t you?”

“I like to chat with Pep.”

“Pep? As in Pepper? How?!” Peter asks, bewildered. The office lady in question, who honestly runs the Firehouse more than Chief Fury does, has an extensive reputation. None of the firefighters dare to anger her, some don’t even dare speak to her. But, it seems Pepper has a soft spot for MJ then, and Peter smirks at the idea. He knows that his friend has a thing for older women in heels.

Before they can chat any further, MJ and Peter both perk up when their names are called. It is Thor who is carrying a burn victim in his arms, but before MJ and Peter can get to him, one of the other paramedics get there first.

“Hey, he called for us!” MJ protests, but the two other paramedics have already got the victim on their gurney.

“Yeah, not this time, kiddos.” One of them says before rushing off.

“Kiddos?!” MJ snaps, giving both Peter and Thor a dumbfounded look. “We are just as good as them!”

“It might take a while for you guys to earn your place here. Sorry…” Thor says apologetically with a shrug. Before MJ can protest further, everyone turns to look at the fire wrecked building when the constructions groan loudly. It sounds like it is going to collapse. Turning on his heel, Thor goes to join the Chief.

“Everybody, retreat now! It’s coming down!” Fury barks into the radio. He gets a few responses from his firefighters who promise to return, and after a few moments, Bruce, Clint and Steve come running out from the building.

“It’s all clear!” Steve reports, tugging off his helmet and then his mask. His face is dripping with sweat and partly covered in soot. Looking around, Fury quickly counts his men, but then his face hardens. The building creaks again, and a large cloud of smoke emerges as a part of the third floor collapses. Peter blinks his eyes rapidly as the heatwave from the collapse hits them.

“Stark, come in!” Fury shouts into the radio. “Stark! It’s coming down, get out for God’s sake! Stark!”

Peter’s heart jumps into his throat as he listens to the Chief bark into the radio, his voice becoming more and more desperate. It is silly, it is, but the young paramedic starts praying to a god he doesn’t believe in for the Lieutenant who remembered his name to return safely. The seconds tick by slowly, but the building continues to give in more and more, and seems to be speeding up. Suddenly, the Chief’s radio crackles.

“Coming…”

It is hard to decipher Tony’s voice through the radio and with all the background noise of the crackling fire, but it is Tony. Everyone holds their breaths as they wait, and finally Tony emerges from the doorway. Rhodey and Thor sprint towards him, grabbing each of Tony’s arms and throw them across their shoulders to support their friend. For some odd reason, Tony is missing his mask and his face is covered in soot.

“Medic!” Rhodey calls out and MJ and Peter take their chance, finally.

“Get the jacket off.” Peter commands, and Rhodey and Thor do as they are told. Tony is barely standing up on his own, with his head hanging down to his chest. Once the heavy jacket is off of Tony, the firefighters lift the Lieutenant up on the gurney. The two young paramedics work in sync, with MJ strapping an oxygen mask on the man and hooking up an EKG, while Peter listens to his chest with his stethoscope.

“Breaths sounds okay, but it’s not good.” Peter reports to MJ and looks down at Tony when he suddenly groans out. “Where’s your mask, Lieutenant?” Peter asks, chuckling a little sadly as he gets help from Thor and Rhodey to load Tony into the ambulance. MJ goes in the front to drive, while Peter sticks with the Lieutenant.

“Dropped it, sweetheart…” Tony lies weakly, but with a cheeky smile on his chapped lips as he looks up at Peter. The young paramedic tries to ignore the butterflies suddenly swarming in his stomach, and instead focuses on getting Tony stable. From the front, MJ honks the horn to get past the large gathering of vehicles and people by the fire.

“Please, don’t do that again.” Peter huffs out with a laugh, reaching for an IV kit.

“I wouldn’t have to-…” Tony starts explaining, but has to pause to cough. The heart monitor does a jump, which concerns Peter. “If Rogers did his job…” The firefighter stutters out before finally falling unconscious.

A day later, Chief Fury informs the rest of the firehouse that Tony is still at the hospital for observation due to the arrhythmia during the ambulance to the hospital, but adds that he is doing much better and will be discharged very soon. The Chief also adds how the ER had complimented Peter for managing the arrhythmia so skilfully for such a fresh paramedic. Blushing a bit in response, Peter mutters his thanks to the others who applaud him for helping Tony. However, out of the corner of his eye, Peter notices that Lieutenant Rogers is stood a bit back. He isn’t clapping at all.

Peter and MJ end their shift that day at the ER after dropping off a gunshot victim, and let out a long breath once it sinks in for them that their work is finally done. Now, they have two days off, then another two days on call. But, they are both still a bit shaky with the last of the adrenalin still lingering in their system after their latest call. Gunshot victims are one of the worst in Peter’s opinion.

“Uhm, MJ? Could you do me a favour?” Peter asks, pulling his best best puppy-dog eyes and even lifts his hands in a prayer. “Could you check the ambulance while I’ll go see how Stark is doing?”

MJ rolls her eyes, but waves Peter off, saying how he owes him. Peter squeals out his thanks and heads off after hugging his partner from behind. After asking in the reception at the ER, and explaining that Tony is his coworker, the nurse behind the desk directs him to the third floor and to room B336. Luckily, Peter is still in his paramedic uniform, so none of the staff really pay him any mind as he heads to Tony’s room, with a bit of a skip in his steps and smile on his lips. In his head, he keeps replaying how Tony had called him ‘sweetheart’ in the ambulance the day before, and his stomach flutters pleasantly at the memory.

The glass sliding door to room B336 is open, and Peter can hear two voices conversing in the room, so he slows down a bit since he does not want to interrupt. Through the glass, he can see Tony in a hospital gown on the bed, with a few monitors hooked up to him as well as a saline drip. The firefighter looks healthy, which Peter is relieved to see. His chest feels warm when he hears the man chuckle. The butterflies also do flips in his stomach. It is like they come alive whenever Tony is near.

“You really should go to Fury about Rogers, Tones. This is the second time he has left you behind.” An unfamiliar male voice says from the room.

“I’ve tried, I’ve tried, but Fury can’t touch the Squad. Those assholes run the place, and do the least work.” Tony says bitterly. The other man sighs and moves to sit next to Tony on his bed. At this angle, Peter can recognise the man as Doctor Stephen Strange. The paramedic had the ER doctor as one of his supervisors when he was in medical school, but he does not know the doctor well. But, it seems like Tony and the doctor know each other well, with Stephen’s hand moving to hold Tony’s.

“What about switching to Firehouse 21? They would be lucky to have you.”

“No, I can’t. I can’t leave my friends behind.”

“Yeah, Rhodes, Bruce and Odinson have all been asking about you. I told them you’re too stubborn to die.”

Tony laughs loudly at that, his hand squeezing Stephen’s. Meanwhile, the butterflies’ dance in Peter’s stomach has turned into a frantic panic. He feels sick.

The two men in the hospital room pause for a bit, and the silence is comfortable. However, somewhere down the hall an alarm goes off and some staff members head to the room. Stephen isn’t phased and remains sat by Tony’s bedside. Eventually, Tony hums, his thumb moving across the back of the doctor’s hand.

“Fury’s given me a whole week off to recover. Do you happen to have some free time? And this time, you must stay for breakfast.” Tony bargains. Stephen chuckles, promising to come after his shift on Wednesday.

Peter has finally had enough and before Stephen has the chance to leave the room, he sprints off, trying to hold back his tears as he rides the elevator down to find MJ again.

With some unknown godly strength, Peter manages to keep it together and hides his upset from MJ while she drives them back to the firehouse to park the ambulance before finally ending their shift. It is silly to be upset, and that is exactly why Peter hides it. MJ had warned him at the school fire, but he had been dumb enough to think something real was going on between him and Tony. Clearly, sometimes real is going on between this Strange doctor and Tony. Their conversation was very suggestive, and Peter feels sick as he in unable to stop their conversation from playing on repeat in his head.

“Yo, you’re quiet. Is Stark okay, or…?” MJ asks, and Peter knows that he isn’t hiding his upset so well after all. Luckily, they reach the firehouse just then, and Peter has the excuse to head to the men’s locker room to change out of his uniform and shower. But, even in the men’s locker room, Peter is not left alone, when he sees a familiar blonde firefighter walking in. After just one glance at Peter, Steve’s brows furrow and he walks over.

“What’s up, kid? You look real upset.”

Peter draws in a shaky breath.

#my fics #starker #spidershield #stony #ironstrange #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark x stephen strange #tony stark x steve rogers #peter parker x steve rogers #mj x pepper #pepper x mj #tony stark #steve rogers #peter parker #stephen strange #michelle jones #pepper potts

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Those Who Fall: “APTF” Story (Modern Domestic Stucky AU)

Six:

Arriving home, Steve let out a long sigh and headed straight for the master bedroom. Plopping face-first on the king size bed, Steve let out an annoyed groan. He had been there for two hours and only one parent had seen him. And she wasn't even there to talk about her daughter!

Sighing again, Steve pushed himself off the bed and stripped from his white button down. Choosing to exchange his navy-blue slacks for a pair of black joggers, he made a reminder that to do laundry later. Deciding he needed more comfort than just cozy clothes, he took one of Bucky's sweatshirts, a gray one with the graphic of, The Evolution of an Architecture Student, and tugged it on over his head, mussing his blond hair in the process.

Pushing the sleeves up to his elbows, Steve headed upstairs to the main level of the house. Loving how full of life the space was. Holly in her play-pen speaking baby gibberish. Cartoons on the TV, Steve followed behind the couch to press a kiss to Sophia's and Ethan's heads, all the while continuing. Crossing through the dining room until he entered the kitchen where Bucky was cleaning up.

The heavenly aroma of Great Grandma Rosa's vegetable beef soup filled the air and Steve closed his eyes as he breathed it in. It was one of the recipes that the pair had inherited when they moved in together. It was one of the most cherished recipes either made, and Bucky always made it best.

"How were the conferences?"

Steve opened his eyes and crossed the room. Looping his arms around Bucky's waist, he rested his forehead to the taller man's back and complained, "One parent. That's all, and it wasn't even a conference. All she did was hit on me and then cry when she saw your picture on my desk."

"Oof," Bucky chuckled under his breath. Lovingly, he brought Steve's left hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the finger with the rings that Bucky gave to him over the years. "Glad you let her down gently."

Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head. Taking another smell of the air, he changed the subject, "You made soup?"

"I did," Bucky confirmed, turning his head to look over at the stove where a large pot of soup was. "Figured you'd want some comfort food tonight."

"You thought right," Steve pressed a kiss to the middle of his shoulder blades and turned to get himself something to eat.

Before he could divvy a portion out for himself though, a car pulled into their driveway. Crossing over to look out the window, he found a rusted red sedan driven by a teen brunette. In the passenger seat was a boy with shaggy brown hair. As the back passenger door opened, the teens in the front turned back to talk to Luke, Steve assumed.

Sure enough, the boy climbed out of the car and slung his backpack over his shoulder. Closing the door, he took a step back and waved as the car backed up. Pausing briefly, she flashed a wide grin and honked the horn.

"She's cute," Bucky commented, standing behind his husband.

Steve nodded, agreeing, "That's probably why he has a crush on her."

For a moment, the pair stood there, looking out the window watching their son wave at the girl who dropped him off. However, Luke must've realized they'd be watching because he glanced up at the second story window, catching them.

Quickly, the couple jumped back from the window and tried to play nonchalance. Steve ladled out some of the soup for himself and made a mess when Luke entered from the deck door. Trying to soothe his racing heart, he grabbed a sponge and started wiping the counter.

"Did you eat?" Steve asked, glancing over his shoulder.

Luke's eyes widened and he glanced between his dads as he crossed his arms along his chest, "Are we just not going to talk about how you two were spying?!"

"We weren't spying," Bucky playfully rolled his eyes.

Steve rolled his eyes at his husband and clarified to Luke, "We heard the car and were curious about your band friends."

The teen glanced between the two a couple of times. After a moment, he sighed and pulled out a stool as he took a seat at the island. "I’m starving. Marching band was beyond tiring."

"Yeah, but at least we know you'll put on a good performance," Bucky smiled.

Placing a bowl of the infamous soup in front of the fifteen year old, Steve assured, "Your dad's right, you guys are gonna be great."

A red hue took up on the apples of Luke's dark brown cheeks as he ducked his head to eat the soup. Grabbing another bowl, Steve started filling it for himself, and just took a moment to breathe in that glorious aroma. Especially as he carried it around the island to take a seat next to Luke.

Gathering a large spoonful, Steve happily began stuffing his face. Not realizing how hungry he was until that moment. However, that was the moment when his phone started ringing. Pulling it from the jogger pockets, he was about to decline the call until he spotted the caller ID.

Chewing as quickly as possible, he knew that he wouldn't be able to answer it in time. And considering Maria Hill only called in regards to kids who needed a place to stay, Steve passed the phone over to Bucky. For a moment Bucky's brows furrowed until he, too, realized who was calling.

"Hello?" Bucky answered, "It's Bucky."

Swallowing the half-chewed food that wasn't nearly ready to be digested, Steve winced and stood from his stool. Bucky listened and occasionally nodded while adding, "right," and, "no, I get it." Steve gestured for the phone and was only vaguely aware that Luke was carrying his dinner out of the room.

"Maria, I'm gonna put you on speaker," Bucky informed before doing just that.

"As I was saying," Maria sounded apologetic, which was utterly ridiculous. "She needs a place to stay, and I know that you're both good with teens. So, would it be alright if she stayed with you. If only for a night?"

Steve vocalized the decision for them, "We'll be right there."

"I'll call Tibby," Bucky said, heading over to the charging dock and picking up his phone.

"I'm gonna change Holly; I'm sure that she's due for a fresh diaper."

Phone already pressed to his ear, Bucky nodded. As Steve rushed from the kitchen, he heard Bucky telling his youngest -- and closest in location -- sister that they needed her to watch the kids for them. Steve picked Holly up out of her play-pen and affectionately pressed kisses to her face while baby-talking, "Does someone need a new diapie?!"

Holly smiled and slobbered all over him. Steve's mind wandered to her possibly getting a new tooth as he carried her upstairs to the room she shared with Katie. When Katie was home, of course. Walking past the twin size bed, Steve laid the baby on the changing table.

"Would you like a new sister?" Steve happily asked.

Holly just cooed some more gibberish and Steve nodded as though he understood. She kicked her legs and chewed on her fist, but all-in-all it was a successful changing. Carrying her back downstairs, Steve playfully pretended that he was going to eat her tiny fist, earning giggles and even a squeal.

"Tibby said she'll be here soon," Bucky confirmed as Steve placed Holly back into the play-pen.

"Good," Steve nodded, righting himself and taking a moment to stretch a little bit further until his back delightfully cracked.

"So, we're getting a new sibling?" Luke questioned, leaning against the dining room doorway.

Steve shared a look with Bucky. If it was up to Steve, they'd foster and adopt every child that needed a loving home. Even if it was unrealistic. The pair had a completely silent conversation with quirked brows and slight shrugs. Being together as long as they had been together, they had gotten good at reading each other.

"Maybe," the pair answered in unison.

Averting his gaze, Luke nodded, but didn't say anything. Being one of the first kids that Steve and Bucky brought into their home, he was always hesitant to accept anyone else. Steve couldn't blame him, before Luke and Jonas had moved in with them, the younger of the two had been relentlessly bullied by the other foster children. And Steve hoped that Luke knew that no one would be bullied under their roof. Especially not by someone who cohabited under that roof.

"Okay, I'm here!" The twenty-three year old woman called out as she let herself in through the front door, "And I brought company!"

Turning to face the front of the house, Steve found not only Tibby but her beloved Golden Retriever, Thor, who excitedly led the way into the house. Instantly, Sophia and Ethan started loving on the large dog who happily accepted all the attention.

"Thanks, Tibs," Bucky said, appreciatively, crossing the room to give his youngest sister a hug.

"Don't mention it," Tibby smiled, giving his torso a squeeze before they both let go. "You know that I love the kids. Plus," Tibby crossed the living room to hug Steve, "I needed to see the best big bro in the history of ever."

Bucky feigned shock and annoyance at her joke, and Steve laughed into the embrace. Even Tibby was taller than him. Not by much, but enough to annoy him during pictures at the Barnes' childhood home. Besides, she was supposed to be the small one. The small one that Steve still thought of her as. The little girl who would beg him to color with her and accidentally break his crayons, and who would fall asleep in his arms to kid appropriate spooky movies.

It was always odd for his mind to first conjure up the face of the six year old he first met with the now twenty-three year old. Sure, she still had that cute Barnes' nose, even with the hoop hanging from her septum and the ring that looped around her right nostril. Sure, she still had those thick brown curls, even if they were colored a vibrant purple now. And while she was an adult, her heart had remained just as spirited as the day he met her.

"Thanks, Tibs," Steve briefly rested his head on her shoulder, "Really."

"Of course," Tibby reassured. Pulling out of the embrace, she gestured towards the door, "Now get outta here, so I can spend some much needed time with my nieces and nephews."

Playfully rolling his eyes, Steve took her advice by blowing the kids kisses on his way downstairs to the garage. Glad that he didn't need to say anything for Bucky to follow him. Also glad when the pair climbed into the car and Bucky immediately took his hand, lacing their fingers.

#a place to fall #jump then fall #those who fall #bonus #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #marvel #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 #modern au #domestic life #fluff #smutt #otp

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Undercover - Chapter 1 (A LokixRaven Au)

Loki won the battle of New York and now rules over Earth after eliminating Thor and Hawkeye. The remaining Avengers have gone into hiding, waiting for a chance to take back their planet. Raven (OC) is their key to doing so.

This fic is pretty much porn and with this AU Raven and Loki have no previous history

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. It really helps me out as a writer, lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist as well :)

Warnings: Language, Mentions of sexual slavery, Violence, Death, No Loki in this chapter

Chapter 1

Raven’s P.O.V

One year since the battle of New York – 2013

I heard a buzzing coming from my bedroom closet. My burner phone, one that didn’t allow calls to be traced. I raced to my room, throwing open the closet door and rifling through my shoes to find the phone. I found it in a boot at the back and pressed answer quickly. “Hello,” I answered. “Agent Harper, its Director Fury. We need you to come down to headquarters as soon as possible. We might have something that we could use your help for,” he explained. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He hung up and I grabbed out my leather jacket and a pair of black boots. I shoved the burner phone back in its hiding place before going to grab my keys off the kitchen table. I made sure all my windows were latched and my doors were locked before getting into my car.

It had been a year since the demigod Loki and his army of Chautari had invaded New York. He’d won the battle and now ruled Earth. The Avengers or what was left of them had gone into hiding. Thor and Clint Barton had been murdered, their executions public. Ever since the remaining Avengers and SHIELD members had been trying to come up with a plan to overthrow the ‘king’. I avoided the main roads and made sure I wasn’t being followed as I continued to drive. Loki had spies everywhere, desperate to find any fugitives. Citizens that were left were forced to live under his rule. I reached the desolate street that the headquarters was located on. I parked a few metres away and did one last check for anybody following me. I was safe. The headquarters had been set up here as the surrounding area was mostly destroyed and evacuated. I headed over to the building and went inside, finding an agent stood at the bar area.

We all went by passwords now just in case Loki’s spies tried anything. The agent looked at me expecting the password. “Goose,” I spoke. He nodded and let me pass down to the basement. None of us knew why Fury had picked ‘Goose’ as a password but it was obvious it meant something to him. None to us bothered to question why though. Fury was already sat down at the table and offered me a hint of a smile as I took a seat. “We’re just waiting for Rodgers and Romanoff and we can get started,” Fury explained. “No Stark?” I asked. “I’ll explain that situation when the others get here.” I swallowed hard, there’d been no mention of Banner either. I was starting to get worried, had they been found? Were they dead?

After a few more minutes of anxiously waiting Steve and Natasha joined us. We exchanged ‘hellos’ and ‘how are you’s’ before Fury cleared his throat. The meeting had officially started. “Thank you for all coming on such short notice,” Fury began. “If you don’t mind me asking, where’s Tony and Bruce?” Steve asked, looking concerned. I swallowed hard, Fury had that look on his face like he was about to deliver bad news. Nat took my hand in hers and squeezed as if to try and reassure me. Nat and I had been good friends before all this. “Tony Stark has decided to leave. He’s taken Pepper and those close to him and gone to an undisclosed location,” Fury explained. Steve’s jaw clenched in annoyance, “so he ran, like a coward?” Before this could turn into an argument Nat cut in, “and where’s Bruce?” Fury avoided eye contact at this point, and I felt my heart sink. We knew the answer but none of us wanted it to be true.

Instead Fury turned on the TV that sat atop a unit. What began to play made me want to look away, but I couldn’t. The Hulk had been captured and was being tortured by Chautari. The torture continued, Hulk roaring in pain. They weren’t going to let up until he was dead. Everytime he tried to fight back they just inflicted more pain on him. Soon the fight left him, and the life vanished from his eyes. I noticed how Nat’s eyes glassed over a little before she composed herself. The sadness in her eyes was replaced with pure rage. “So what can we do to stop him?” Nat asked. Fury turned the TV off and sat back down with us, his hands clasped together as if in deep thought. Whatever this plan was, we weren’t going to like it. “We got intel that Loki accepts slaves, he picks and chooses every three months out of those who have come willingly,” Fury explained.

Realization dawned on Nat and I. Fury meant sex slaves, he just didn’t want to say it. Nat’s grip on my hand got tighter, almost protective. “No! She’s not doing that, anything but that,” Nat protested. I swallowed the lump in my throat and blinked away my tears. I was afraid but I knew it might be the only shot we had. What choice did I have? This wasn’t the time to be selfish, I had to think of the good of the planet, I had to honour the memory of those we had lost in this fight. “Nat you can’t do it, he sees you and he’ll kill you on the spot. It has to be me,” I explained. “There has to be another way,” Nat persisted. “How long could it be till our next shot?” I asked Fury. “Years. He doesn’t leave his palace, we have to get to him from inside,” he answered. Steve was silent in all this, knowing he had nothing useful to offer in this situation.

“When is it? How long do I have to prepare?” I asked. “A week. You’ll present yourself at the palace and we have to hope he chooses you,” Fury continued. “We have to hope?! God, do you realise how fucked up that sounds!” Nat spat. Steve put his arm around her to offer a form of comfort, but she shoved him back. I turned to her, knowing I needed to calm her down. She didn’t have to like the plan, but she couldn’t stop me from going. “I have to do this. I’ll be okay, you know I’m tougher than I look. Its better for us to try than to do nothing. Otherwise how long will it be till he finds you or Steve?” I explained. “I…”Nat trailed off, she knew there was nothing she could say to change my mind now. Loki didn’t know about me because I’d just been a simple SHIELD field agent at the time of the attack, so it had to be me. Fury had made sure to burn and erase any files that could end up in the wrong hands.

“How will we communicate? We’ll need to update each other in case something goes wrong,” I asked Fury. “Once you’re in the palace there won’t be a way out. I have someone already on the inside, he’ll have a way for us to talk,” Fury explained. That would explain how Fury knew Loki chose new slaves every three months. Steve cleared his throat, getting our attention. “Is there anything Nat and I could do to help at all? We’re still a team, even with fewer members,” Steve spoke, “this shouldn’t be all on Raven.” “There's nothing either of you can do until she’s inside and we have more information.” Eventually the meeting came to a close and we all went our separate ways. The more time I had to prepare the better.

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Throughout the week I went through various outfits I could wear, various hairstyles and makeup looks, trying to come up with the most seductive. Would he like me with my piercings in or out? Would he be in to the goth look or not? Would my purple hair put him off? So many questions and none of them could be answered until I arrived. But I did need to get ready and make sure I was there on time. I looked through my lingerie, picking out a matching black bra and panties set. It might be a little less sexual, but the bra was a push up and I needed that. My breasts weren’t exactly impressive. And the panties hugged my ass perfectly. I added a garter belt, stockings and long gloves before sitting down at my dressing table. I went to work on my face, going for a smokey eye and a lipstick shade that matched my hair colour. I only had one piercing on and that was a metal bar through my left nipple. I figured it might help get his interest if I needed to strip. I then lightly curled my hair and slipped my feet in some plain black heels.

I went to my wardrobe and wrapped myself in my black trench coat. He’d be able to tell I was wearing stockings, which would be another good way to get his interest. I hadn't been told whether or not to pack a bag, but I eventually decided against it. I made sure my place was secure before leaving for the palace. After a 30-minute drive I reached the sealed off area. I got out of my car and joined the small group of women outside the entrance. some looked confident, some looked nervous. I was probably amongst the nervous looking ones. But it was too late to back out now, everyone was depending on me. I couldn’t let them down.

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