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yourmidnightlover · 4 months

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timeless - ch. 3

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: in a flashback chapter, we see what it was like for reader and bucky before and during deployment, up until they were captured by what they didn’t know was hydra.

warnings: canon typical violence, talk of war, wounds, little knowledge of how deployment/war works on my end lol, affectionate/flirty bucky, if i missed anything PLEASE let me know!

w/c: 2.3k+

a/n: HIIII! another chapter that’s not two months out… who am i???? this chapter is definitely the last calm before the storm… expect either the next or the one after that to be very very angsty. i haven’t decided if i want to do the next chapter in current time/civil war time or a flashback as well, so if you have a preference please let me know!

<- chapter 2 ~ chapter 4 ->

two days before deployment

two weeks ago you found out you were being deployed as a nurse for the 107th with your best friend. your uniform came in a week ago. now, it was only two days until you would go to europe to try and ensure the safety of the men who were fighting for your freedom.

especially the man you called your best friend.

buky wasn’t nervous. well, not about himself, at least. he worked you twice as hard during your workouts, demanding longer runs and harder punches until he was satisfied with your progress. he pushed you to your limits and helped you cool off, running you hot baths and cooking you dinner when you were too sore to move.

although you loved having all of his attention and devotion, it had been a strenuous two weeks.

“the stark expo?” you questioned as he called out to you from the kitchen. you were in the shower, scrubbing away after another long workout as he was throwing together some sandwiches.

“yea!” you could hear his smile. “i’ll go in my uniform, you could even throw yours on. you know i would definitely love to see that,” you rolled your eyes at his comment, knowing he was merely joking around.

“maybe in your dreams.”

“you know it,” he knocked on the bathroom door to alert you of his presence. “i think it’ll be a nice last outing for steve and us. one last hoorah before… everything. one more good memory.”

“you say that as if it’ll be our last, jamie!” you turned the water off and wrapped a towel around your body before yanking the door open. “we’ll be back. between the two of us, we’re unstoppable, right?”

he turned to look at you, taking a deep breath before continuing, “i know, but it’ll be different, y’know?” he let his hand find your wet hair, laughing at your dripping wet state. “you should dry off, the food’s ready.”

“thank you, my chef,” you scampered into the guest room (your room, really) and quickly got dressed.

the truth is, bucky was scared shitless. sure, he was worried he wouldn’t be coming home once it’s all over. he was scared he would get whatever ptsd was. he was frightened about the possibility of him getting severely injured. but the thing that was debilitating him the most was the fact that he might not be able to protect you.

he’s always prided himself on being able to tell when you’re within a 3 mile radius of danger, guiding you out of harm's way as soon as he realises. with you literally going into a war zone, you will be surrounded by danger. gunshots, grenades, hand to hand combat, everything that could possibly harm you, you would encounter firsthand. that is what was the most frightening part of this whole deployment situation.

for you, you were simply scared to lose bucky. you couldn’t give two shits about what would happen to yourself. bucky had a family here, his best friend, he had so much. you just wanted to make sure that he would be able to make it back to all of it.

in a perfect world, the both of you would have made it back together.

“i knew you’d look amazing,” bucky cheered as you stood by your door, clad in your uniform and feeling tacky as ever.

“i dunno if i actually want to wear this out, jamie,” you pulled at the neckline, neglecting to look at him in return. “feels… weird.”

“c’mon, darlin’ you look great,” you felt his hands reach for yours, breaking your attention on yourself and diverting it to him.

boy, was he one to talk about you in your uniform when he looks so wonderful in his own. from his hat to the buttons adorning his cufflinks, he looked to die for. so much so, that your breath actually caught in your throat.

“woah there, y/n/n,” he smirked knowingly. “make sure to breathe for me. can't be leaving without you, darlin’.”

you rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder, “so arrogant.”

but he’s not wrong… no matter how much you wish he was, he always seemed to truly know what made you tick, and he knew how to tease you from it, too.

he also knew how beautiful he was. there was no way he didn’t with how many girls constantly ogle him as he simply walks the sidewalks with you or steve. in school, you would always see how the girls gravitated towards bucky. you couldn’t blame them, either. he’s tall, dark, and handsome with pretty blue eyes that were like whirlpools, sucking you in and making you look stupid for trying to not get sucked in to the spiral.

truth be told, you were jealous when he would entertain these other girls. he would take them dancing or to fancy restaurants, sometimes telling you and steve all about it upon his return.

sure, you were often entertained by other guys back in school, but if you were honest with yourself, you knew they were just distractions. they never compared to bucky.

all bucky would ever do was complain about your poor choice of distractions. if you went on a date to the fair, your date never took you on enough rides. if you went dancing then your partner must’ve had two left feet in bucky’s eyes.

no matter what went on, bucky found a way to make it seem like you had terrible taste in men, so somewhere along the way, you’d kinda stopped trying. besides, it’s not like those dates ever truly meant anything to you anyway.

“you know you love it,” he traded your hands for your waist as he tugged you into his chest. “i still don’t like the idea of you goin’ in, even if you’ll be goin’ with me.”

“well,” you placed a hand on his shoulder, “we still can’t change anything about it. we’ll be alright, jamie. we’ll be alright.”

with that, you left to meet steve at the expo with another date bucky’s trying to set him up on. steve was pouting, as usual. apparently he had been denied entry into the army by yet another station. soon, all of this would catch up to him and by the time it does, the police would be right on his trail too.

“i can do it; they’re asking everyone to enlist, for everyone to help however they can, yet they won’t let me try!” steve went on about how frustrating his situation was.

bucky threw his arm over the smaller man, “they’re just lookin’ out for you, punk. you know that. now, you keep trying to enlist how you are, you’re gonna end up gettin’ in bigger trouble than usual.”

“doesn’t make it any less frustrating, jerk,” he elbowed bucky’s gut that he was positioned under.

“boys, boys,” you sighed as the two finally stopped shoivng at one another. “i would like to spend my last night here not talking about what we’re about to go into, please.”

it was extremely crowded, body’s shoulder to shoulder trying to see what howard’s newest mystical yet scientific creation would be.

as some douchebag that was nearly a foot taller than you manuevered to stand right in front of you, bucky bent down to your level, “wanna get on my shoulders?”

“jamie, you’re gonna drop me on my face!” you chuckled at his suggestion.

“ouch,” he threw his hand over his heart, clutching it intensely. “you wound me. have a little trust,” and with the smile he was sending your way, you couldn’t say no.

suddenly, his head was beneath your thighs, but not in the way you might’ve imagined a time or two when you were by yourself, lifting you to see above nearly everyone else in the vicinity. his hands were gripping your thighs tight, ensuring your security whilst also spreading a bit of warmth very close to where his head resided. your hands wandered to his shoulders, you didn’t want to mess up his uniform too much.

“better up there, doll?”

“much,” you laughed as him and steve continued their way through the crowd to see better.

howard stark began his speech and presentation, everyone ‘ooo’-ing and ‘awe’-ing each minute. with so much talk of the future, it mostly reminded you of the fear you had of your own. would you mom ever come back from this war, herself? would she be lost in her work? what would life look like if things didn’t go well in the field?

it was almost as if bucky could tell you were in your head because within a few more minutes, he ushered the two of you out of the crowd before easing you off his shoulders with his award-winning smile.

“seems like steve ran off again,” bucky chuckled as he adjusted his cap. “what a surprise right?” his voice was dripping with sarcasm. you remained silent, stuck in your own head before bucky continued. “what’s one thing you want to do before you die.”

“woah!” your eyes widened. “way to be cheerful, jamie,” you scoffed at his question as you continued walking around, seemingly nowhere.

“hey,” he placed his hand on your shoulder, turning you towards him. “i’m serious. i know it’s scary, what we’re going into. i’m scared shitless. i’m terrified. but what i’m scared of most is losing you, doll,” he paused, letting his fingers take through the ends of your hair before he continued. “so, tell me, what’s one thing you want to do before you die.”

“i wanna see the northern lights,” you admitted quietly, almost embarrassed. “i mean, i’ve seen pictures of ‘em in the paper, but the way people write about them makes it seem like they’re so much better in person.”

“i know the feeling,” you met his gaze before you continued.

“what about you?” you nudged his shoulder with your own. “what do you wanna do before you die?”

“i don’t think there’s anything else i want in my life right now,” he kept playing with your hair before you continued walking around the park, his arm thrown around your shoulder and yours around his waist.

3 weeks after deployment

“heya, doll,” bucky’s voice rang through the tent as he made his way towards you.

currently, you were stitching up someone with a 5 inch laceration to their thigh, one inch to the right and it would’ve struck their major artery and he would’ve been a goner.

“james, i’m busy right now,” wiping off the wound once more, applying antibacterial ointment before wrapping his thigh in gauze. “be sure to come back before lights out, i’ll clean and redress the wound, try to stay off of it if you can,” you gave the man a worried grin.

“thank you, y/n,” the man pressed a kiss to your hairline before making his way to his bunk, you assume.

“just came to say hi to my best girl,” he wrapped his arms around your waist. “and i have a small wound i need you to tend to, please?”

you turned to face him, rolling your eyes when you saw the puppy dog eyes adorned on his adorable face, even covered in layers of dirt and grease.

“let me see it.”

he lifted his shirt - god those abs - to show you the many bruises and scratches littering his torso. you looked up at him with sad eyes. “i hate seeing you like this…”

he paused before snaking his finger under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “i’m okay. it’s just the price of war.”

“i hate that you’re the one paying for it, though,” you shrugged as you motioned for him to lift his arms so you could remove his shirt easier. “gosh, jamie,” it was worse the more you uncovered. “it’s like you’re rolling around on a knife out there.”

“sorry, doll,” he chuckled as you reached for more supplies. you took a washcloth and dipped it in a bucket of water, wringing the washcloth and wiping down his chest and arms. “you’re so gentle.” you continued your job with close concentration. “always loved that about you, y’know?” you ignored his comments. “and your lip does this thing when you’re so concentrated - i don’t even know how to describe it, it’s so adorable.”

you sighed, biting back a smile as you leaned back, “i’m starting to think you purposely get hurt just to see me, now.”

“caught on already?” he chuckled before wincing slightly. you leaned forward once more and started back on cleaning up his skin.

“luckily nothings too deep,” you commented. “you won’t need stitches, but with as many cuts as there are here, i’m gonna go ahead and disinfect and wrap you with some antibacterial to avoid infection.”

“i love it when you talk all doctor to me,” you rolled your eyes at his comment. he lowered his voice before continuing, “can i still sneak in with you tonight?”

“you always do,” you smiled as you dabbed rubbing alcohol on his wounds, trying to distract him as the sting began. “same time?”

“always,” he nodded before you began putting on the antibacterial ointment and then wrapping his torso. “thanks, doll.”

“anytime, jamie,” you nodded as he wrapped you in a warm embrace.

he came into your tent that night. you reapplied his ointment and rewarded him before he insisted you lay your head on his chest to go to sleep, claiming it was more comforting that way. he held you as he slept, not even realizing how tight his grip was.

you didn’t mind it, though. it was comforting. you felt safe and secure in his arms.

that’s how you’ve slept the past two weeks. the same routine, every day. at least, when he was at base. it was harder when he was off fighting. sometimes you had dreams that instead of him coming back to you, it was a letter of condolences, saying their apologies for his missing body.

other times you didn’t sleep at all, too busy worrying about if he was alright or safe at all. you would worry that he was wounded, crying for your help.

i’m a few months, your life would be turned upside down. you weren’t prepared for what was in store, neither was bucky or steve.

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that-damn-girl · 4 years

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(4) Bucky and The Bed

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Chapter 3

Bucky and The Bed Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (cis)fem!reader

Words: 3800+

Summery: You and Bucky are stranded in the middle of a snowy nowhere when there is an ‘electronic blackout’ during your mission. With no back ups or any way to contact your team, you take refuge from the worsening weather in the only cabin you find in miles. Not to mention, with no power, Bucky has become your personal heater and there’s only one bed.

Chapter type: Fluff.

Chapter/Trigger warning: Self depreciating thoughts. No smut but mentions of getting stimulated. Language.

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Climbing the steps of the cabin, the comms felt heavy in Bucky’s hand. A week, his mind kept repeating. Bucky wondered how you’d react to the news he’d brought along.

At first, he’d liked the idea of being with you and only you for one entire week very much. It sounded very appealing to him. Sure, he’d never try anything with you to jeopardize his friendship, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy spending some alone time with you. There were no worries for unscheduled last minute missions or the time ticking for the planned ones. He’d be the only one getting your undivided attention. He felt giddy and low-key wanted to squeal with excitement. It’d be an entire week of being with you; being near you.

And that thought scared him when his brain drifted back to the incident of the previous night. You’d be stuck with him in close quarters; and yes, you’d be in danger of him hurting you. Though he was happy, he didn’t know if you would be. Despite what you said, he knew he’d given you a scare last night. He wondered if you’d too be happy about it or if you’d dread it. Somewhere in his heart he knew it’d be the former, but his anxiety feeded at him like a starved at a buffet.

Stalling his negative thoughts, he willed his mind to not jump to conclusions as he entered the cabin. He hoped to find you in front of either of the fireplaces soaking the heat. When he didn’t see you in any of the rooms, he checked the bathroom. You weren’t there either. His anxiety returned full force.

Assuming the worst, he called your name as he checked through the windows. He saw you then, at some distance on the backside of the cabin, where he couldn’t have seen you while entering. With an ax in hand, you appeared to be chopping woods. He sighed in relief, cursing for having worked himself over for nothing.

Leaving the house again, he approached you. From his angle, he had a perfect view of your ass in the air everytime you bent down to pick up another piece of log. If it hadn’t already from the jogging, he was sure his mouth had become dry just looking at you. He worked had to keep the wild thoughts of your round butt at bay. It was proving to be difficult.

So invested in the job at hand, you hadn’t heard his muffled voice call out your name earlier. Having it instilled in his nature, he walked towards you with the lightness of a feather, his boots not making much sound. You hadn’t heard him coming until he was just a few steps behind. Your training overtook the control as you clutched the ax in one hand and retrieved the gun from your thigh holster in the other, immediately turning around and taking a defensive stance.

Bucky stopped dead in his tracks at the abruptness, “Come on, Y/N, it’s just me.” He said. Relief washed over you as you dropped your weapons. It was just Bucky. And he was back.

“Hey,” You stepped towards him, eyes washing him over with concern, “You alright?”

Bucky smiled, “Everything’s good.”

“What happened? Were you able to contact them?” You asked Bucky with hope dripping out of your voice. He chewed his bottom lip, his thoughts taking the best of him. Deciding it would be no good to stall the eventual, he told you all about his conversation with Sam.

“So the effect would wear off? That’s great! A week’s no big deal.” You shrugged, trying really hard not to let your excitement surface, a beautiful smile gracing your gorgeous features. Bucky grinned, glad you weren’t too upset.

Inwardly, you were dancing with joy. A week with Bucky! Just the two of you and seven nights in that bed. Oh, may lord forgive the perverted images that were entering your head at the prospect.

“It’s good that you started on them.” Bucky said, looking at the impressive pile of firewood you had already gathered.

“Yeah. We already exhausted what we had. Though without any heating system, we’ll need much more than this.” You said, picking up your ax.

Bucky nodded, “Do we have another ax?”

“Yeah, I think I saw a bunch of them in there.” You nodded towards the cabin.

Bucky soon brought the tool and went to work. The thuds of metal striking wood could be heard loud and clear in the isolated environment, leaving an unpleasant pang in your eardrums. You breathed hard as you brought down the blade against the hard wood, white puffs coming out of your mouth with each exhale. Your motions continued, eager to be over with the job.

After a long time of straining your muscles, you took a break and chanced a glance at Bucky. Splintering the logs in swift and clean strikes with his muscular arms, he looked like a natural. The plates in his metal arm shifted with every stretch he did. Brows furrowed on the hard planes of his face, you imagined how he’d look like a lumberjack. The mental image made your mouth water.

Without giving much thought, you called out, “Hey, Bucky, I bet you could split them with your bare hands.”

He looked at you, eyebrows raised, “Really? You think so?” He sounded very unsure.

“Yeah,” You nodded, “Go on, try once.” You sat on wooden stump you were using.

He picked up one of the uncut logs, curious to try but unsure how to hold it. After he examined it for a moment, he kept one end of it on his chest and dug his fingers on the other end. To his surprise, when his metal fingers dug in creating a crack he didn’t have much problem in splitting the log in half with a loud grunt.

Though he liked the moment of testosterone flowing through him, making him feel masculine; like a very manly man, he wasn’t sure if he liked that in front of you. He had broken so many things with his hands. After last night, he didn’t want you to witness any act of aggression which involved his arm, specially if you were to be trapped with him for the next few days. Hearing a loud gasp he looked at you.

If your heart wasn’t beating fast from all the chopping you did, it was sure as hell racing now. If that wasn’t one of the hottest, most nerve wrecking, panty dropping things you hadn’t witnessed. His face contorting from all the pressure he put; the nerves getting strained in his neck; the brute force he used; the loud gravely grunt which left his lips, the rise and drop of his large and beefy chest as he breathed. It all made you wet, unforgivably so. You couldn’t help the gasp escaping your mouth.

Bucky looked at your wide eyed expression. Your mouth was hung open. You quickly recovered, not wanting to make a fool yourself, “That was so cool!” You gushed, trying to make him believe you were not just wishing he’d strip you down and have his way with you, “I wish I could do that!” You truly did.

Bucky was confused with your reaction, not in the least bit understanding what about it was appealing to you. He tentatively said, “You’re not…It doesn’t…scare you?” He looked towards his metal arm, dropping the wood and tightening his fist.

Your heart drummed still, but to the tunes of heartbreak more than anything else. Until yesterday, he was making great progress with coming in terms to and loving and appreciating all of him. He knew that. You knew that. But suddenly one set back happened and it sent all the process he’d made went tumbling down the drain.

You couldn’t let that happen; you wouldn’t let that happen.

You made your way to him and took his metal arms in your hands. Bucky saw with a tensed look as you opened up his fist. It felt heavy in your hands and you loved the weight of it. Slowly, you brought his palm towards yourself and kissed each of his fingertips gingerly, softly; taking your time with each tip. Bucky’s face became expressionless, but his eyes betrayed everything.

Giving one last peck to the inside of his palm, you kept it on your cheek and cupped it with your own, “Tell me Bucky,” You rubbed the outside of his palm in soothing circles, “What am I supposed to be afraid of?”

You looked into his eyes with nothing but softness; daring to him to continue believing what he did.

A lump formed in Bucky’s throat. He couldn’t speak those words with you looking at him like that, but he did, “I can hurt you, Y/N.” The pain abounding in his eyes exhibited itself on his face too.

“But will you?” You asked, eyes unwavering from his.

“Y/N, you know I’d never.” He looked down, unable to hold the intensity of your gaze at him, “But what if I lose control?”

“Bucky,” You moved closer, bringing one hand to him and making him look at you, “Honey, you don’t give yourself enough credit. Last night you didn’t lose control-”

“Then what’s this?” He hissed, grabbing your right arm and shoving up the sleeves. The bruises on your wrist unambiguously in the shape of his metal fingers gaped at you, “You were just trying to help me, and I did that to you.”

You broke away from him, lifting your layers a little to show the already fading bruises on your abdomen, “Look at these. These are bruises as well, and I got them while fighting those goons. I wouldn’t have been here; wouldn’t have been an Avenger if I wouldn’t be able to handle a few mere bruises. I am not enhanced, Bucky, but I am not fragile either!”

Bucky looked remorseful. You walked to him, taking his hand back in yours, “Tell me Bucky…when you were approaching me and I didn’t hear you, I raised my weapons at you. I thought you were an enemy. Are you mad at me for that?”

Bucky shook his head vigorously. What sort of a question was that? Of course he wouldn’t be mad at you for something like that. But before he could verbally answer, you continued, “What if I hadn’t waited to look who it was and straight up attacked you? I had an ax and a gun, Bucky, and they are no child’s play.”

Bucky cupped your cheeks, “But you didn’t, doll.” He shook his head again, “You were protecting yourself. You didn’t let the fear overtake your actions.” When you looked at him calm countenance and raised your eyebrows, Bucky mulled hard over his words, taking in what he’d just said.

“Exactly! Sweety, we are trained to protect ourselves. What you did last night was in self preservation. You don’t need to be sorry for that.” You encompassed his fingers in yours as you said.

“Bucky, I am so proud of the man you are today. Sam is so proud. You’ve risen above the man they made you to be. It wasn’t you who chose to do those things, but it’s you deciding what you want to do now.”

“Doll…” Bucky started, but you interrupted.

“No, you listen to me.” You dragged his metal arm away from your face and held it up, closing your fists around it, “This is beautiful, Bucky. Just like you.” You held his arm close to you, “You help who you want to, you hurt who you want to. Just like you trusted me that I wouldn’t shoot you or swing at you, I know for a damn fact that hell would break lose before you’d seriously injure me. Stop underestimating me or doubting my words.”

Bucky’s eyes glazed over. His feelings couldn’t transform into words for what he had to say. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve to friend a like you by his side, “You’re right. I’m sorry, I underestimated you, Y/N. I- I let my insecurities get the better of me.” He tugged you, hugging you close to him, his head resting on yours, “Thank you so, so much, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Bucky. I know you’d do the same for me.” You said, snuggling your head into his chest.

“I want to.” He simply replied.

Since Wakanda, Bucky had started being at peace with the fact that what he was made to do for all those years ago was none of his fault. The torture he was made to do on the mostly innocent for 70 years was not something he could forget easily though. Years later, he was still in the process today of not blaming himself. He always reminded himself that he was only a vessel and not the evil intention whenever his mind overran.

But it was a process, a course; bound to get rocky and disturbed by hurdles at one point or the other. And even if nothing more, you were his friend. One he had chose to confided in and trusted enough to show the most vulnerable parts of himself.

If there were going to be insecurities, you dared them to come his way. You’d help him jump all the hurdles he’d let you, and if he wouldn’t, you’d find a way to assist him anyway. Always. Because he was your friend and you were his.

Hours later, you sat on the couch with your shoulders and back sore and strained. You’d acquired enough firewood to use leisurely in the duration of your stay, and even then the owners of the cabin would be left with a mighty amount. You were satisfied with your hardwork, but your muscles screamed and wailed and pitched insults at you.

You’d spent nearly the entire day chopping and storing the wood with Bucky. Throughout dinner, you kept tilting your head right and left in an attempt to stretch the hardened muscles of your neck and shoulders. You rolled your shoulder joints at several intervals, but all was in vain.

Your back was a different story altogether. They treated you with unrelenting vengeance. You sat straight, it hurt. You slouched, it still hurt. You tried to shift in different positions on the couch without disturbing Bucky, but no matter what you did you never found any pose comfortable enough.

You knew you should’ve stretched.

“Sore muscles?” Bucky asked, glancing at you.

“It’s worse than weight lifting, Bucky.” You whined. He laughed.

“Didn’t stretch?” You deeply regretted not doing just that. At least the pain wouldn’t have been such a bitch.

“Okay,” You drawled, “Mistakes happen. I didn’t think it’d be that straining. Move on!”

“I can give you a massage if you want.” He offered.

Yes please, your brain screamed. You knew you wouldn’t have to strip in this freezing climate. He’d massage you with your clothes still on. Yet the thoughts of his hands running over your covered body and tending to your muscles was enough to bring out the squealing schoolgirl inside you. You couldn’t have Bucky see that side of you though. In order to seem composed, you cleared your throat, “You know how to give massages?” You asked, intrigued.

“I am not a masseuse, so don’t expect anything grand. But I am sure I can relieve some tension in your muscles.” He shrugged. You knew what he was talking about, but your mind didn’t hesitate in developing an entirely new kind of tension in a different group of your muscles. Only if he could relieve those as well.

“Yeah, well, that’d be great!” You hoped you didn’t squeak. You stood from the couch, ready to move to the bed.

Bucky looked at you with confusion as you moved, “Where you going?”

“The bed.” You answered, turning to him. Looking at his clueless expression, your face burned. Oh, had he not meant it to be on the bed? Did he want to do it on the couch? Of course he did. You cursed yourself as you tried not to stutter, “I- I mean, I thought it’d be easier there?” You didn’t know if it was a statement or a question.

“Oh- um, yes, that’d be easier.” Bucky said, feeling extremely dumb. What kind of a doofus gives massages on a couch? The Bucky kind, he thought.

Inside the bedroom, you removed a couple of layers before laying down on the bed on your stomach in your side of the bed. Your arms laid were freely by your side as your head rested sideways. After stoking the fire, Bucky joined you.

When you laid on your front, your butt somehow seemed to be pushed up as if waiting to pop out. It looked rounder and much more plump than usual. Bucky tried very hard not to think about it, “Relax and keep your muscles free. Take a slow and deep breath. Tell me if anywhere it hurts or if it’s too much pressure. I am starting with your lower back, all right?” You nodded.

Sitting on his knees sideways near you, Bucky was mindful not to touch your raised ass. Using the whole of his hands, he started at the bottom of your back. Flexing at the wrists so as to not apply too much pressure, he patted his hands up and down on your back in quick and agile motions.

Wanting to toy with him, you said, “What, you call clapping my back a massage?”

“Oh, shut up. I told you to relax. I’ve just started. You’ll soon see what I call a massage, honey.” He said, smirks spread on both your faces.

Bucky continued it for sometime. Moments later, you couldn’t deny the stimulating and compressive effect it had on your tissue.

Then he glided the inside of his palm and fingertips in the short, circular motions, kneading lightly, maintaining long and even strokes. Slowly, his hands inched upwards and covered your entire back before coming back down and starting again. He kneaded your shoulder and lower neck everytime he reached there. The motion was so soothing you closed your eyes and just enjoyed the feel of it.

He started light, but as the pressure applied by him increased gradually with the passing minutes, you could feel your muscles ease and unwind. It felt as if the tension in them started flying away as his hands worked. God, did it feel good. Without meaning to, you let out a soft moan.

You didn’t realise that, but Bucky definitely did. His hands stopped for a second, worried he’d used too much force but then your voice said, “Wow, Bucky, you’re good. I didn’t know you could massage so well.”

He started again, “Uh, thanks.” He alternated between pressing and kneading hardly and lightly in his laps. It worked like magic on your hardened tissues. You couldn’t stop the low yet undeniable moans which left you.

But Bucky’s ears were much more sensitive, as were the other parts of him. Nothing really was low for him.

After continuing the kneading, his changed his motions. Bringing together his fingers like a lobster claw near your lower back, his fingers started pushing the skin back towards his thumbs like one would fold paper fans. His thumbs flattened the rolls of flesh meeting them as his hands moved up. The layers covering you made it hard, but it still had a soothing effect.

“Is this okay?”

“Perfect.”

’Ooh’s and ’Aah’s left your mouth every now and then as he continued. They were accompanied with so much feelings from you that he couldn’t keep his mind straight. Though another part of him had no qualms about being anything but straight.

Thumbs extended, he next pushed down gently on either side of your spine. His thumbs moved forward, angled towards your feet.

As he glided his thumbs, the knots in your cramped muscles were further relieved. You felt heavenly as your muscles loosened up. Your appreciation came from the unintelligible noises you made. As the pressure applied by his hands increased, so did the intensity of your moans, and so did his member. Bucky was having a very hard time.

The final string broke when he worked on your acu-points. The moans you made were loud and powerful enough to hide his grunts. They were downright sinful. If there were any chances left of him not being hard by then, they were undoubtedly fulfilled.

His mind immediately shifted to all those massage porn videos he had ever seen. He remembered how they started with either the masseuse starting to stimulate the customer or the customer noticing the masseuse’s hard situation and taking care of it.

However, if anything here which was stimulated or was taken care of, they were your muscles. That too of the shoulders and back only.

He couldn’t stop his actions for the risk of you finding out the reason. You couldn’t stop expressing just how good he made you feel. There were a whole lot of ’couldn’t’s and very less ’could’s for his liking.

He continued though. Only for you. Anything for you.

After a long, long while, he sat back and criss-crossed his legs. He put a pillow on his lap before he asked, “You good?”

You gave out a very content sigh. You felt relaxed and refreshed, the muscles feeling smooth as butter as you rolled your shoulders. The pain and soreness you felt had vanished, replaced by a calming sense of ease.

Turning to lay on your back, you held his hand, “Good? Bucky, I’m great! More than great, in fact. You were amazing! Thank you so much! I really needed that.“

“It was nothing.” Bucky smiled. At least one of you got what you wanted. And then he saw you get under the covers, ready to head to sleep.

Being stuck with you, he didn’t know if it was his good luck or bad. He was near you, and yet he wasn’t. He could touch you, but he couldn’t touch you.

Thinking about how he had to sleep near you and not with you, Bucky wanted to weep when he felt himself twitch under the pillow.

Why does it always have to be me?

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stressisakiller · 3 years

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Little Sister

Bucky Barnes x Reader Soulmate AU

(Hello Sunflower Part 8)

Summary: Tony has some explaining to do

Warnings: References to murder referenced child abuse also cussing, but I feel like its warranted

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Lot of new information in this one as well. Let me know what you think and if you have any requests for future chapters! Thank yall for reading!

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When you were little, you had looked up to your father, what little girl didn’t believe that their father hung the moon? That quickly changed when you were five and your father took you with him to work. You had always wondered what kind of father could have done the things that your father did to you. Now you understood. A father who wasn’t your father at all.

Your eyes were wide as you stared at Tony, your thoughts going a million miles an hour, racing past in an almost unintelligible stream. Wait, he’s your brother? Not only your brother but your twin brother? That meant your father wasn’t actually your father. You weren’t related to that asshole at all! Fuck. fuck. You… you killed… how could you… how could he… no. no. no. There had to be a mistake, you couldn’t have. And yet.

All eyes were on you. Watching your emotions race across your face, watching as your eyes widened in understanding. Watching as your eyes glassed over and you broke.

The ground was hard, unforgiving under the weight of your body. Legs no longer willing to hold you as grief washed over you. A strange feeling of warmth brought you back. A hand sure and strong on your arm, a lifeline, pulling you out of the depths of your grief. Eyes focusing on the face of your soulmate crouching in front of you, concern etched in every line of his skin. Blinking the tears away you looked at him, the man you had saved, the only good thing you had ever done. His words rumbling in your ears as he murmured to you.

“Come back to me my love, the past no longer holds you, I am here.”

His voice pulling you firmly out of the abyss. Staring at his features just a moment longer before looking at the man who called himself your brother.

“How?” your voice sounded scratchy in your ears, “How are you my twin?”

Tony’s eyes were soft as he gazed at you, everyone else turned to him, waiting for the explanation.

“When I was young,” He began, taking a seat on the floor in front of you, “my parents told me that I was not meant to be an only child. I had a twin, a sister. My mother’s labor was long and arduous, we were not positioned in the best way for an easy birth. When I came out I was slightly blue, apparently, I wasn’t getting enough air while being born. The nurses took care of me, making sure that I suffered no lasting damage. When my sister was born, there was no crying, no sign of life. Mother said that the nurse seemed to be acting strange about it but that she was too medicated to do anything. The nurse pronounced the baby dead and took her from the room. My parents never saw her again, and they never truly recovered from it. When they first told me about it I thought nothing of it, but as I got older something about the story started to bug me.” He stood up at that, beginning to pace across the room,

“ I began to look into it, I searched for the records of my birth and found the hospital and the name of the nurse that had been in the room. I discovered that shortly after my birth she was found dead in an alley, a single gunshot wound to the head. That obviously piqued my curiosity and I searched deeper. I finally found that she had been given a large sum of money days prior to my birth. She was paid to steal one of Howard Starks’ babies. I found the proof in the police reports, they cataloged anything suspicious or strange at the nurse’s house. Specifically a note, she had written the day before she was killed, she said that she was sorry and that she had been forced. She didn’t give a name but in the corner, she drew an octopus.” He stopped, letting the information soak in. His body in front of your spot on the floor. Wide eyes looked up at him, your mouth parted in shock, realization flooding over you

“Hydra,” the name came from your lips little more than a breath. “Hydra paid her to steal me from my family.” Tony nodded slowly face solemn. “I could have been normal, I could have been raised by someone who loved me. My whole life is a lie.”

Anger and confusion began to bubble in your veins, thoughts of how much different your life could have been. Your fists clenching as the man you had called father flashed before your eyes. You stood quickly looking around at your friends, all of their eyes filled with pity save one. Bucky looked angry, pissed at the people that had done this to you. He caught your eyes and you motioned for him to follow you,

“I need a minute, I need to release some steam, or I will explode. I am going to the training room, I need to punch something and I’d rather it not be one of you.” Turning quickly you stalked to the practice rooms. Stripping out of your jacket and shoes, wrapping your hands before stepping onto the mats. Bucky mirrored your movements, knowing exactly what you needed. Stepping on the mat in front of you, he didn’t speak, he simply waited for you to make the first move. Stepping forward you struck, Buky blocking with one arm and throwing a punch with the other. Ducking you avoid his fist, bringing up your leg and kicking him in the stomach sending him back a couple of steps. And so you continued, falling into a steady rhythm, moving around each other in a violent dance. Years of training together are obvious in the knowledge you had of each other's bodies, knowing each other's weak points and yet choosing not to exploit them, at least not this time. Grabbing his arm during a punch and using your momentum to throw your legs over his shoulders you pull him to the ground in a chokehold. Both of you breathing hard as he taps out, your anger spent. You are ready to talk. Turning to leave the room, you are surprised to see Tony standing near the door watching.

“Hey,” you say, walking up to him.

“Hey, nice fighting there.” He said with a smirk.

“Yeah, well I’ve had a lot of practice,” you shrug, not knowing what else to say about it.

“Come on,” he said throwing his arm around your shoulder, “Let go talk, I know a great spot”

Tony leads you to the kitchen grabbing you water and a snack, and whiskey for himself, before leading you to the elevator. He presses a button that needs his fingerprint and you feel the elevator begin to rise. You end up on a roof terrace.

“This is my secret place, the place I go when the world and my lab get to be too much.” He gestures to the green space around you, a small couch and table in the middle surrounded by a multitude of plants. You can’t help but smile, it seems so opposite to the Tony you know to have a secret garden, and yet, it makes perfect sense. He leads you over to the couch, relaxing for a moment before speaking.

“I know that you’ve had a lot to take in today and it’s getting late but I really wanted to be able to talk with you before sleeping.” he seems nervous as he speaks as if he isn’t sure just how you will respond. To ease his nerves you give him a small smile.

“I would like that,” you state, turning on the couch so that you are facing him. “I still can’t believe that I’m your twin sister, especially considering that you’re now physically older than me. I hate that we didn’t get the chance to grow up together.” your brow furrowing as you speak, thinking about all the things that you missed out on.

“Hey,” He says softly placing his hand on yours, “it’s not your fault, and I’m just happy to get to spend time with you now, knowing that you are my sister.” Nodding, you try to swallow the lump in your throat.

“Can you forgive me?” your voice comes out as a broken whisper, “I killed our parents.” your head drops, and you feel the tears well up. “I murdered our father as he begged for our mom’s life, and at the time I felt no remorse. How could you ever forgive me? How can I ever forgive myself?” Your whole body trembled as you started to sob.

Tony pulls you into his arms holding you close as only an older brother can do, comforting you as the tears pour down your face.

“Oh little one,” his voice is soft, “How could I ever hate you? How could I not forgive you for something that you had no control over? There was nothing that you could do, the only one to blame for this is Hydra. Not you, not ever.” you pull back looking into his face, searching for any condemnation and yet finding none.

“I will admit that at first, I was furious, I couldn’t believe that someone I trusted could have done that to my parents. Then I walked away, and all I could hear was your broken voice saying that they did this to you when you were only 11. You were still a child and yet they did this to you.” He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before continuing,

“I met this kid a couple of years ago, his name is Harley, he helped me out when I needed it. I thought about how old you were when this happened and my mind saw him. How would I feel if this kid came up to me and told me the same thing that you just did? As soon as I saw him, my anger at you was gone. My anger at Hydra on the other hand is alive and well.” His lip tugged up for a moment before falling.

“You’re my sister, and I will spend the rest of my life making sure you know what it’s like to have a family that loves you.” He paused for a second before grinning, “Now about the Winter Soldier.” You smacking him lightly, chuckling through your tears.

“He’s my soulmate, so sucks for you, but he’s not going anywhere. I’ve worked too damn hard to get us free and safe to lose him now.” There was a ferocity in your voice as you spoke, Tony smiled to himself as he heard it, you had your spark back, he had been afraid that it was gone after everything that happened that day.

He raised his hands up in a placating manner,

“Alright, Alright the grizzly bear stays! Although I’m not sure how I feel about my little sister living in the same room as a boy.” The teasing sound of his voice and shit-eating grin causing you to laugh.

“Well tough, you may be my brother but that doesn’t mean you get to choose who I sleep with,” you said, grinning at the fake shock on his face at your words.

“Well I never,” His voice took on a thick fake southern accent, his hand dramatically clutching his heart, “That is no way for a young lady to speak!”

You giggled again leaning against him. You sat like that for a long while, just soaking in everything you learned today and how much your life had changed in the last two years. Stretching, you finally stood,

“I should go find Bucky,” you said looking at Tony, who was still seated. “I know he’s worried about me and we need to talk about everything.” Tony smiled,

“Well, I think I’ll just stay up here for a while and have a bit of a drink.” He raised the whiskey glass in his hand. “Let me know if you need anything and just ask Jarvis to lead you to your room if you need, it’s the same one as last time.” You nodded, giving him a small smile,

“Goodnight big brother,”

“Goodnight, little one.”

Walking into your room you were happy to see that it was mostly the same as last time, all of your stuff still on the walls. The main difference was the muscley man leaning against the headboard. His hair laid limp on his head, still wet from the shower, he must have taken. His eyes opened at the sound of you entering and he quickly stood and pulled you into a hug. You opened your mouth to speak, but stopped when you felt Bucky shake his head.

“Shh Sunflower, we don’t need to talk about it right now. You are still the same woman I fell in love with, we just know a little bit more about where you came from now.”

You smiled into his chest, heartwarming at his words. Of course, he understood, who could understand more? You thanked your lucky star that this wonderful man is your soulmate. He pulled back, quickly kissing your forehead,

“Ok doll, it’s been a day. Go on and take a hot shower, make it as long as you need, and then when you’re done we can lay down.” He gently pushed you towards the bathroom. Stepping away from his warmth you grabbed onto his hand, pulling him with you.

The heat from the water running over your shoulders caused you to sigh. You were leaning forward, forehead pressed against Bucky’s chest as he gently washed your hair. Gently massaging the knots in your shoulders, causing your eyes to shut in exhaustion. He finished helping you wash up and gently helped dry you off. The adrenaline from the day had faded, leaving you dead on your feet. Picking you up, bridal style, he walked you over to the bed and softly laid you down, turning off the lights before he finally joined you. You snuggled into his chest, basking in the feeling of his heartbeat. The last thing you heard before succumbing to sleep was bucky’s soft voice,

“Sleep my little sunflower, I’ve got you.”

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thisonesforfanfic · 4 years

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Light in the dark (1/?)

Buky x Reader

Author’s Note: This first part is more of an introdutcion to the character. It might just be boring. Also I have no idea on the warnings I should make, please let me know and I will edit it in <3

Summary: You are working as a nurse on an american camp in Italy. Waiting for your brother to come back from a failed mission, you meet Captain America after a failed show he did on the site.

Word Count: 2.3k

P.S. I was inspired by @webslingingspiderling, thinking of a prequel to one of their series. I might be going on a differeent direction later, though

You were desperate to find him, to see him again meant everything to you at that point. Your brother had left for an infiltration mission and no one in the camp had heard anything in days, it didn't take a genius to conclude it meant bad news, you wouldn't allow yourself to lose hope, though. While taking care of some of the wounded that managed to get back, you overheard some of them saying a huge part of the batallion was taken, and were being held captive.

This was meant to be a pleasent surprise, you had asked to be transfered to where Y/B/N's unit was, so you could be with him since you were both serving the country in your own way. He was a great soldier, no doubt, your parents had raised warriors, but you were definitely the best nurse there was with the American troops in Europe.

"Who would have thought" Y/B/N said proudly while putting his hands on your sholder "the kids of an immigrant going off to war to save the country that saved him" It was the first tour for both of you, you were terrified to be separated from him, sad you were not tasked with the enfermary at his battalion

Keeping your head down so Y/B/N couln't see the tears coming "Dad would be very proud of you br-"

"Proud of us!" He quickly cut you off, while putting a stran of your hair behind your ear, then raising your chin to look in your eyes " I might be running of with a gun in my hand, but you are the one that will be keeping us in one piece after all" he cuckles "but in all seriousness, I count on you to patch my ass up"

"Well you better not need it!" you stated, starting to get angry just at the thought of seeing him wounded "I might be good at it, but if you ever need to lay on my hospital beds I will make sure you regret it"

He laughed at your threats, "You know I'll always make it back to you in one piece Y/N"

He'd better.

Pulling you out of your memories, you heard quite a comotion outside of the medical quarters, you stepped outside to see the soldiers rallying around the stage.

"Go watch it!" Megan, one of the few people you would call a friend, whispered to you "You need some distraction right now, you look awful, plus, from all the posters, that captain guy looks like quite the eyecandy" You laughed at her comment, Megan was always trying to pin you up with some handsome soldier, ever since she got married to some airforce big shot she was trying to find you someone on a rank.

You understood her point of view, to her you were alone, not counting on your brother to help you out from now on, she wanted you to be protected, but you didn't want to think about it, and you knew you could fend for yourself if need be.

"Alright mrs. Nurse" you said with a laugh, you liked calling people mr. and mrs. as a sign of respect, even if you knew them on a name basis, especially when it made people a little uneasy. Megan hated it when you called her that way, so you laughed as she stuck her tongue out "I'm going, cover for me, will you?"

"Of couse my mrs. Y/L/N" as she practically pushed you out the door.

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The whole thing was terrible. That is, he was a good looking guy, and the soldiers loved the girls dancing, but damn, that show was meant to be played anywhere else but here. When Captain America ended his speech, you could see he wanted to burry his face on the ground, the soldiers were mocking him, soon enough they were throwing stuff and calling for the girls to get back onstage.

"Bunch of animals" you whispered to yourself, rolling your eyes as you walked to the back of the poorly established stage, wanting to see if the man was OK after those soldiers' behavior 'it might have been bad, but the man's just doing what he was told' you thought. You quickly spotted the soldier sitting on the steps next to a couple of empty racks.

"Are you alright Mr. Captain?" you approached slowly, trying to make him feel a little better but he barely moved, he was focused on the notebook he had on his hands.

"I'm fine maam, thanks", you could feel in his voice and posture he was pretty sad about the whole thing, but still trying to be as kind and polite as possible. You spotted the circus monkey he had drew, with the same costume he was wearing.

Poor man

"I don't want to be invasive," you continued, wishing to make the man feel better "- but you did probably just present yourself to the thoughest crowd at their thoughest moment this week, so don't be so hard on yourself" you offered the kindest smile you could as you took a seat by his side.

"I was stupid to not have thought that awful speech wouldn't worked here", the soldier finally picked his head up and looked at you "But why would you say this is their thoughest moment miss...?" He was eager to better understand his situation, while still being as polite as he could

"Y/L/N, mr. Captain, but please, call me Y/N".

"In that case, drop the mr... Call me Steve" he said while offering his hand out.

"Well Mr. Steve" you shook his hand while wearing a grin on your face, making him smile briefly "unfortunately, those guys just lost a lot of companions, they are maybe a quarter of the whole squad that was sent out a couple of days ago" now your voice was starting to shake with the terrible thoughts of what could have happened to Y/B/N.

"I should've thought..." He whispered to himself as you sniffed the tears away

Strugling to put the smile back on you continued "Well, if it makes you feel a little less pessimist, some of the guys I took care of on the medic ward said a great portion of those men are being held captive at a Hydra base.... Although I'm starting to think I will never see Y/B/N ever again" the smile faded with every word that went of your moutht, you couldn't even pretend to be optimist at that moment, your world was falling apart

"Hey miss Y/N, please don't be sad, you'll see your love again" he said, while putting his arms around you trying to console you. You let out a small chuckle with the comment, lifting your head up from your hands to say he was actually your brother. he hugged you thighter, offering a shoulder for you to cry on, but you just let him hold you for a while, it felt nice to have someone, possibly a friend, that understood your pain at that moment.

"This was meant to be a pleasent surprise, you know" you started to tell him as you pulled away from his warm and comforting hug. "These are meant to be my last couple of weeks in service before going back home for a while... You see, since I'm an immigrant nurse, people would hardly ever let me know the location of his battalion, under the belief I could be a spy, so we have barely written eachother" you paused to take a breath before the tears took control of you." When I finally discovered where he was and stated, I asked to be transfered here, to see him, since I don't have a clue when he's going home, and a letter would have taken way too much time. But he- he wasn't here" a few tears streamed down your face before you wiped them away "To my misfortune, his name is on the missing or presumed dead of the 107th"

You saw the Captain's eyes widening "the 107th you said?" He had worry, fear and pain mixed on his glance. You could see the million thoughts racing through your mind, as if you had just shot him in the stomach.

"Yes, Steve" An unfamiliar voice came from behind.

A beautiful brunnette was standing right above the steps you sat on. Despite the confusion in his eyes, you could see she made him feel more comfotable just by being there. You immediatly stood up to leave, but your body wouldn't move another inch. You could tell, judging by her face and uniform she knew at least something about the soldiers.

Quickly galncing at her name stiched on the uniform, you asked "Mrs. Carter, I do not mean to be indelicate, but do you know anything about them?" Your eyes were filling with hope and your heart was beating so fast you could swear both of them could hear it.

"I am sorry my dear, but I am not allow to talk to you about it, you should go tend to the wounded now" She sounded very harsh, but you didn't think much of it, most of your interactions outside of the medic ward ended that way

"yes, of course. Goodbye mrs. Carter, mr. Captain" so you nodded and started heading your way, trying to keep the tears from falling

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"Her brother is in it Peggy, she's just worried" Steve said as he watched you go wiping your tears "Bucky is on the list as well, isn't he?" turning to Peggy, he had pain, anger, sadness and confusion all mixed up on his eyes, hoping the woman had answers to any of his doubts.

"Unfortunately, I do not know much, but I know who might" She motioned for him to get up as she walked towards the commander's tent

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The enfermary was awfully quiet, there were not many soldiers for you to help. Most of the injured you tended to had been either estabilized and sent home, or were good enough to get up in a day or two. The few that were still there at the moment were, much like you, waiting for a miracle. No other missions were conducted ever since the disaster that took Y/B/N, so you had little to do there, especially at night. All you could do was look over at those who were sleeping or usually too high on medications to make any sound.

You sat on the edge of a french sargent's bed, changing the blood soaked bandages he had on where his right leg sould be, when you heard footsteps coming closer to you. It was definetly Megan, she would usually come in the middle of the night to check on you, she even transferred with you to Italy because she worried about you not getting any rest, Megan was like the mom you once had.

"Hey Megan, go back to bed, everything's fine", you said, not taking your eyes away from the wounds,

Probably woken up by his screams, those pillows were the worst to muffle the sounds of pain.

"Y/N..." you recognize the soothing voice, still concentrated in your actions you responded.

"I was not expecting to find you coming in mr. Captain, did the british lady already break that heart?" You said in a playful tone.

"Steve, please" He chuckled at your comment, but said nothing else, waiting for you to finish what you were doing.

"Give me a second, I am almost done" He took a seat on the bed opposite to the one you were. Gently covering the wound and closing the bandage, you looked to the sargent with a warm smile "C'est fini". You got to the sink and washed your hands before walking over to Steve, you noticed he was wearing gear, which could only mean one thing, really.

"So, what are you about to do?" you askes while drying your hands on your apron, shaking your head in disbelief. You knew exactly what Steve was up to, you just didn't know how.

"I'm saving them... Peggy has called in a favour and I will be dropped off close enough to their camp"

"You can't be serious, all by yourself? "That plan was nonsense, you both knew it, but you also knew there was barely any other option.

"I don't think I have much of a choice, there might be as much as 400 lives there, and no one else is willing to sacrifice" He was firm with his words, no one was changing his mind at this point. You never thought someone would be crazy or brave enough to do something like that.

"Well in that case...I should to give you something" you pulled your skirt up to take the knife strapped on your leg, but the poor lighting in the room made the captain feel extremely uncomfortable, not understanding what you were doing. "Relax" you chuckled as his cheeks got visibly red, then placing the weapon on both of your hands and offering it out

"Take this, my brother gave it to me for good luck" He was impressed by the bone carved handle and was hesitant to even touch it

"Please" you insisted "I will be right here for you to give it back once you're done, I know it will help you bring them back, it's not a gun, but it is still pretty pointy" you raised your eyebrows, practically waving it at him

Steve took a deep breath "Alright, I'll take it" he walked towards you "for good luck!" You couldn't help but smile at the man you wished to see again very soon. You gave him a peck on the cheek

"Now go, miss Carter is probably going to be jealous of you spending so much time with another girl" You saw his face almost catch fire at the sound of your words. "Good luck Steve, you better come back in one piece and with that knife on your hand"

You smiled as he walked out of the tent, looking back at you for a quick salute, making you laugh a little before going back to checking vitals as your mind drifted to memories.

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...Of The Line (3)

A series collaboration with @nomadsgrogers where she writes for Giovanna as the reader! We’re just projecting onto our writing, its FINE

Series Summary: Steve watches YN Banner grow up before his eyes-- from a shy, dorky sixteen-year-old to a fierce, brilliant woman who never fails to keep him on his toes. He knows that she’s untouchable, but that doesn’t stop him from being completely wrapped around her finger for the rest of his long life.

Series Warnings: Mutual Pining, age gap, gun use, these two are idiots-- seriously they're so dumb, slow burn

Pairings: eventual Steve Rogers X Banner!Reader, eventual Buky Barnes X OC!Stark

Chapter Summary: During the afterparty, the team meets Ultron

Chapter Warnings: Fighting, swearing, drinking, clothes sharing, steve is heart eyes

Chapter Words: 5K

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The party had ended around one in the morning much to Giovanna’s complete disdain.

“Parties are supposed to go until three at least,” She grumbled, swiping her hair into a long ponytail, dark hair sweeping the bottom of her shoulder blades and sticking to the tackiness of her skin. “It’s a cardinal sin to end it this early.”

YN rolled her eyes and shoved Giovanna’s shoulder, making her topple to the couch beside her father who shoved her off his lap.

“Some of us are grandparents” YN laughed, sitting on the adjacent couch and shaking her head as Giovanna pulled herself from the floor and sat primly— a hard feat considering the drinking game she and YN had been losing epically at only an hour before.

“I’m taking offence to that,” Steve grumbled as he walked over to the seating area and absently handing YN the beer she had asked for. She watched him pull the legs of his pants up before sitting next to her and winking. He was close enough to her that she could feel the heat radiating off of him, and she held herself from leaning in closer to soak in his warmth. Instead, she brought the opened bottle to her lips and shivered at the added coolness.

“You cold?” He asked, brows furrowed and lips downturned slightly. Of course, he had noticed.

“A little but it’s nothing that I can’t handle.” She smiled, blush rising to her cheeks at the way he doted on her. He rolled his eyes and leaned forward as another shiver rocked her shoulders. YN could feel her eyes widening as he shucked off the brown leather jacket over his shoulders and handed it to her, a small smile on his cheeks and a matching blush on his ears. Without even playing coy or denying the jacket, YN avoided Steve’s gaze and most definitely didn’t look at Giovanna or Natasha who were, by all means of the word, thrilled as she pulled the sleeves up her arms.

As the jacket settled on YN’s less broad shoulders, she sighed, sitting back in the couch and letting the residual warmth and scent of Steve wash over her. Her eyelids fluttered lightly and she couldn’t help but hum pleasantly at the soft feeling of the worn, wind-beaten leather.

Steve seemed even more pleased with the situation, honestly. His jacket on her body was the most satisfying thing he had seen until he saw her tiny smile and closed eyes, and he sucked in a breath when she opened her eyes and looked up at him sleepily. God, she was real fuckin’ cute.

YN and Natasha watched on, a click of a phone, and a shared secret smile while YN and Steve shared a moment far away from the party here in the room.

“Thank you, Captain.” She whispered, just for his ears and he could feel his heart double in pace when she purred his title. He swore without the serum he would have actually dropped dead by now.

“Anytime, Sugar.” He replied, ducking his head to do so. It wouldn’t take much, just a lean and a jut of the chin and Steve and YN would be kissing, but the thunder of Thor’s laugh brought them both out of their hazes, making them shift slightly further from each other and avoiding stealing many more glances at each other. YN rolled her eyes at Giovanna’s raised eyebrow and finished her beer at the sight of Natasha smirking at her while picking her nails.

“Oh come on, it’s a trick!” Clint cried out and gestured vaguely to the hammer laying on the table. YN could barely hear any of the conversation over the blood rushing in her ears.

“No, it’s much more than that” Thor laughed and leaned back, eyes never leaving Clint as he took a swig straight from his flask.

“He who shall be worthy shall haveth the power— come on man, it’s a trick!” Clint cried. Steve leaned over YN’s body to take the mead which Thor was offering and YN clenched her jaw and refused to allow her body to give away the rush of feelings she was trying to calm down. Maybe it was a trick of her mind, or of the booze but Steve had seemed to linger over her, face turning towards her just slightly before pulling away before she could read too much into it.

“Well please, be my guest.” A sudden hush fell over the group, watching with bated breath as Clint froze only for a flash of a second and smirked, rolling his shoulders and standing. Clint wrapped his hand around the handle with a grunt and pulled, grinning nervously at the spectators and grunting when she shoved himself away from it. “I still don’t know how you do it!”

“Smell the silent judgement?” Yn laughed at her uncles' joke loudly, the alcohol making everything just a little too funny. Giovanna nudged her father who smiled fondly and winked, nudging her right back.

“Please Stark. Be my guest.” Clint, trying his best to keep his pride alive by its teeth, threw back the remainder of his drink as he sat and pouted about it. Tony shouldered off his jacket, throwing it playfully over Giovanna’s head and smiling when she cackled.

“Never one to shrink from an honest challenge.” He boasted, strutting over to the place where Clint had stood.

“You did raise Gio, so I believe it.” YN finally piped up and reciprocated Giovanna’s middle finger.

“Cause you were such a golden child.”

“I literally did humanitarian work in the Middle East when I was seven so, yeah I was.” She winked at her dad who blushed proudly and raised an eyebrow when she looked back at Giovanna. “Little miss rich girl.”

“Eat a dick, YN.”

“I plan to.” Next to her, Steve coughed in shock and Tony, feeling a little attention starved, projected his voice.

“Right, so if I lift it, I then rule Asgard?” He asked Thor, wrapping the strap around his wrist and folding his fingers around the handle.

“Absolutely.” Thor hummed.

“I will be instituting Prima Nocta,” He grinned at the noises of protests from his two best girls, giggling when they said things like ‘that’s so gross dad’ and ‘seriously, Tony. Classy’. When Tony nor Rhodey or their combined forces could lift the hammer, Bruce stumbled up, obviously having too much of whatever Natasha was mixing as he seemed to not care too much about the eyes on him.

“Please be careful, Papa.” YN couldn’t hide the concern in her voice when she watched her father trip over absolutely nothing.

“Come on, when have I not been careful.” His voice was slurred and his eyes were bright. With a clumsy jump, he climbed onto the table, wrapped both hands around the hammer handle and pulled, falling away with a cheesy, mocking Hulk roar.

YN sunk into the couch, hiding the tumble of laughter behind a hand pressed hard against her face. The rest of the team seemed to have a similar reaction, Giovanna gulping down her wine and Natasha pressing her lips into a thin line.

“No?”

“Not this time, Dad.”

Steve was apparently up next, and with a drunken, cocky smirk that made YN’s stomach flip he pushed off the couch, palming the handle (nope, YN would not be thinking about how small his hand made the handle look, nor the way that image could be corrupted later tonight) and pulling.

“Come on Steve!” YN cheered along with everyone else and his gaze shot to her immediately, looking at her up and down and relishing in the way that even his jacket seemed to swallow her body and make her look so— so his.

As Steve pulled, the table groaned under the weight of the hammer and YN swore that the hammer moved— if not by magic then by pure strength and YN felt that realization in the pit of her stomach. He adjusted his grip and this time, acting very poorly from YN’s point of view, pretended to pull, raising his hands when the hammer didn’t budge.

He sat back down, next to YN, close enough that their thighs were touching and he threw an arm around the back of the couch, making his clean scent wash over her. YN opened her mouth to tell Steve what she had seen when his hand fell on the back of her neck.

“You next?” Steve hummed, looking down at the woman next to him. She looked up and rolled her eyes.

“As if. I’m too young to take care of myself properly let alone a race of gods. I’ll pass, thanks.” YN laughed and Steve pulled back slightly. Even under the influence of alcohol, Steve was sharply reminded that he would never be able to treat YN the way he wanted to. His heart sunk into his feet at the thought.

“Same here. I have to stay here and help this old man— he’d fall apart without me.” Giovanna laughed when Tony threw a drumstick at her, laughing in tandem with his daughter. The love in the room washed over the group.

“You know me too well, Cricket.” He hummed against Giovanna’s temple, kissing it lightly and petting her hair.

It was only seconds of joking and smiles more before a sharp ringing sound filled the room, making YN’s bones shake and Steve’s muscles bulge obscenely. There was the sound of a Mark suit walking across the floor and everyone's gaze was drawn to the robotic humanoid skeleton approaching them. Dark splotches of oil trailed behind the shell of a robot, wires hanging aimlessly over its limbs and feet angled inward, making its pace a gated limp at best.

“Where.” The robot drawled. Steve, immediately recognising this as a new threat, shot to his feet and stepped in front of YN, protecting her. She huffed, annoyed by the protective action and shoved Steve to the side, standing herself and walking forward to be with her father.

“No. How could you be worthy?” The robot asked, in a far too intelligent voice. Giovanna appeared suddenly by YN’s side, taking her hand and squeezing once. YN squeezed back quickly.

“You’re all killers.” He continued, waving his arm and gesturing to the group, cords swinging with the movement and spraying the floor with more dark oil.

“That’s my robot,” Giovanna whispered into YN’s ear, and YN immediately recognized the machine. How could she not, they had just programmed it to flip someone off only six hours before.

Tony’s voice was quiet as he spoke into his phone. “JARVIS.”

“I’m sorry I was asleep— or I was a dream.” It continued, ignoring Tony’s calls for help. “There was this terrible noise, and then I was tangled and then— hmm. Strings.” The robots voice patterns seemed jumbled as if the program it was running on was poorly coded. Or it was actually confused— a thought that made YN’s heart race. This wasn’t a program which Giovanna and herself had coded no— this was Ultron. This was what her dad and Tony were working on for so long.

“Had to kill the other guy.” Ultron said offhandedly, and Giovanna seemed to come to the same conclusion that YN had, gripping her hand tighter and pulling her closer. “He was a good guy.”

“JARVIS,” YN whispered, voice cracking. Giovanna sucked in a quiet breath, trying her best not to draw any attention to the pair. Their intertwined hands shook with grief— JARVIS had been there— always, always been there for the girls when he was needed most.

“You killed someone?” Steve’s voice made both YN and Giovanna jump.

“Well, it wouldn’t have been my first call, but, down in the real world, we’re faced with ugly choices.”

“Who sent you?” Thor demanded, knuckles white on the handle of the hammer in his hand. YN and Giovanna tensed even further, already knowing not only who it was but the shit storm that was about to hit their fathers. YN’s heart sunk when Tony’s voice echoed across the room— a recording promising a suit of armour around the world.

“Ultron,” Bruce gasped, eyes flickering from Tony to YN and back to Ultron. YN could see the fear in her father's posture and want nothing more than to soothe him the way she knew how, but her feet seemed to be cemented to the ground under her. Giovanna shifted, hiking up her dress slowly and in small movements to reveal a holster of weapons around her thigh. A gun was pressed into YN’s palm, and a knife was hidden against the inside of Giovanna’s forearm, out of sight of the robot who was continuing to monologue, looking down at himself.

“I’m on a mission,” Ultron stated simply, and the energy in the room seemed to flip.

“What mission,” Natasha said from somewhere to YN’s right.

“Peace in our time.”

And then hell broke loose as several Marks flew through the glass floor and directly towards the team. YN pulled Giovanna to the ground and hid her under her body, making sure she was okay before poking up from their safe alcove between the couch and table and shooting. One shot wedged itself in the left shoulder, another into the exposed power bank of the lower back. The shots did little to slow it down, and YN knew she would have to act quickly.

She was armed, but the smartest strategist on the team was not, and she seemed to be the only one to realize that. It was a quick sprint to the bar, which she flipped herself over and found Steve’s shield, glinting in the orange lighting of the room. She would have stopped to admire it, even let herself become inspired by it in any other situation, but when a loud crashing sound broke her out of her reverie, she grabbed it and climbed onto the bar, shouting for Steve.

Now, Steve had always been a sensible person. He was always one to focus on a battle when focus was needed, and he was always ready for every blow to himself and his team members, but seeing YN breathless and standing on the bar made his entire body freeze. She looked to be something out of a wet dream or a wild fantasy. Her hair had since fallen out of her up-do, messily framing her face. His jacket hung off her shoulders and flopped around her left hand which was holding a pistol which Bucky would have liked. The metal glinted in her palm and he was struck with the memory of Giovanna showing it to him— the guns name was Stella.

It wasn’t that detail that had him useless in the midst of chaos, no— it was the glint of his shield on her arm, proudly shining in the light of the room, and Steve would be damned if he didn’t think it suited her.

He suited her.

“Think fast!” She yelled over the raging sounds of battle before throwing the shield his way far faster than he was expecting. The impact on his hand shocked up his arm and he gasped at the strength of her throw before collecting himself and making himself useful. Sure, he knew that her fathers' serum was in her blood— Giovanna would often conduct experiments and analyze YN’s blood for hours to watch it work before the cell died— but he had only ever been at the receiving end of her strength on a handful of times. She had always made sure to keep it under control— something Bruce had taught her since she was a toddler— he was sure.

Their moment didn’t last long as her attention was turned immediately to her father who had been pulled over the bar by Natasha.

“God, Dad!” She yelled, hopping off the bar and sliding on her knees to her dad who had since climbed off of Natasha.

“Squish, are you okay?” He rushed, sitting up and cradling her face in his hot hands. She nodded and picked a piece of glass out of his salt and pepper hair.

“You good?” She replied, and he nodded. She wasn’t satisfied, however, and stared harder into Bruce’s eyes. “You okay, Big Guy? Good. I need you to stay calm okay? We’re home right now.” When the green tint faded from the bulging veins in her fathers neck and face, she smiled and nodded, kissing her dad on the forehead before standing up and running back.

“That’s not helping!” Bruce called after YN’s retreating form. The Green Guy seemed satiated however, and Bruces heart raced enough only to allow a mild anxiety attack.

“Kids.” Natasha smirked fondly, to which Bruce could only nod.

YN had since thrown herself back into the fight, shooting at a robot who had come too close to Giovanna and spinning around to see Steve on the back of a Mark which was in the air.

Idiot.

“Steve!” She bellowed, running over and cupping her hands around her mouth. “STEVE!”

She seemed to gain his attention, then and he looked down, thinking quickly enough to catch the pistol she threw at him.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” He cried out as the robot spun quickly, trying to shake off the 240 pounds which had seemed to make itself at home on its back.

“There's a panel on the left side of its neck! There's a red white and green light! Shoot it there!” When Steve followed her directions, he and the robot corpse crashed to the ground. YN sprinted quickly over to Steve, falling to her knees and making sure he was conscious, looking at his pupil dilation and nodding when they seemed equal.

“Hi.” She smiled, helping him up to his feet, and he smiled down at her, looking her up and down (not checking her out, nope, not at all) and stopping on her feet.

“Your feet are bleeding.” He stated simply and she rolled her eyes taking the gun from his hand and trying to ignore the way her skin jolted as her fingertips brushed his skin.

“I’m fine.” She grinned, walking backwards already.

“Your feet are bleeding!” He cried after her and she threw a smile over her shoulder as she turned around.

“They feel better than wearing heels!” She chirped, already running to where Helen Cho was hiding behind the baby grand piano.

Idiot.

The last of the robots fell to the ground in a shattered heap on the floor, and Steve caught his shield as it bounced off the wall and back to him.

“That was dramatic.” Ultron piped up over the heaving pants of the team. “I’m sorry— I know you mean well, you just didn’t think it through. You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. How it humanity saved if it’s not allowed to… evolve.” Ultron paused as he tried to find the right words. He walked over to one of the fallen Marks and picked it up by its head.

“With these?” He sounded amused. “These puppets.” The MARK’s head popped under Ultron's grip, and YN quickly dodged a screw which had flown in her direction.

“There’s only one path to peace— the Avengers extinction.” And before he could fire a sonic blast from the centre of his palm, Mijionionionir flew through his chest, shattering him into a thousand tiny pieces.

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The atmosphere in the lab was tense at best when everyone from the party had gathered. YN had seemed to receive the worst of her injuries and with the help of Giovanna, her dad, and a comfy spot on the counter to sit, her feet were cleaned and stitched in ten minutes, tops.

“Done!” Giovanna slammed her needle and tweezers on the tray next to her and raised her hands in the air triumphantly. “I finished before you!”

Bruce tied off the last suture he was working on and wrapped YN’s right foot in a soft gauze he had developed with Dr Cho a few months before. He then smiled and checked Giovanna’s work silently, looking up at her through her lashes.

“It’s not a competition—“

“No, it’s not-- it’s the bottom of my feet, asshole.” YN glowered playfully at Giovanna who waved her off and looked eagerly back to her uncle.

“—But you did well. Almost as good as me.” He smiled at the way Giovanna seemed to preen under his praise and patted YN’s knee as he stood up. “Are you okay?” He whispered lips against her temple protectively.

“I’m okay, Dad. Thank you.” She whispered back, giving him a reassuring smile and walking over to see what Tony was investigating at the other counter. There was a sharp gasp and any muttering from the team fell silent.

“All our work is gone. Ultron cleared out, used the internet as an escape hatch.” Bruce’s voice seemed weak, and it took everything in YN’s power to not get up and walk over to him— give him the comfort she knew he needed right now. As the only person in her life for sixteen years, she knew when he most needed her.

Steve scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. “Ultron.”

“He's been in everything. Files, surveillance. Probably knows more about us than we know about each other.” Natasha said, looking up from her computer which had been tracing his recent activity. YN’s eyes flickered over briefly to Steve before grabbing Giovanna’s hand and holding it for comfort.

“He's in your files, he's in the internet. What if he decides to access something a little more exciting?” Rhodey said as he paced, his chin pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

“Nuclear codes.” Maria piped up and YN pulled Steve’s jacket tighter around her body, trying to calm her racing heart. Giovanna seemed to have the same idea, standing to walk over to her dad and folding herself into his side.

“Nuclear codes. Look, we need to make some calls, assuming we still can.”

“Nukes? He said he wanted us dead.” Natasha said and if it weren’t for his hearing, Steve would have missed the way that YN’s heart rate doubled. He looked to her and took in her wobbling chin. There was something more to this than any of them knew yet.

“He said he killed someone,” Clint said as Steve got to YN. YN shuddered and coughed around the lump in her throat. It seemed that Giovanna was having a similar reaction, whispering something into Tony’s ear and watching as his face fell.

“But there wasn’t anyone else in the building.” Maria’s voice was confused and Steve felt YN’s pinky intertwine with his own, pushing their hands behind his back. She needed comfort— she didn’t need for anyone to see and tease them. Not now.

“Yes, there was.” YN, Giovanna and Tony echoed at the same time, and YN lowered her eyes as the destroyed 3D imaging of JARVIS’s consciousness filled the empty floor. Giovanna let out a quiet cry and YN’s grip on Steve’s finger tightened.

“This is insane.”

“JARVIS was the first line of defence. He would’ve shut Ultron down— it makes sense.” Steve replied, leaning further against the counter due to the sudden weakening of his knees.

“No,” YN said quickly, voice soaked with fear. “Ultron could've assimilated Jarvis. This isn't a strategy, this is…rage.”

The door then burst open, Thor storming in with red capes billowing behind him. It wasn’t long until Thor clasped his hand around Tony’s throat and lifted him. Giovanna snarled then and moved to intervene with her hand tight around her gun before Steve raised his voice loud enough for the air in the room to shake.

“Thor! The Legionnaire.” At The Captains voice, Thor dropped Tony, gasping to the floor and whipped around to look at Steve.

“Trail went cold about a hundred miles out but it's headed north, and it has the sceptre. Now we have to retrieve it, again.” Thor’s voice was thick with irritation, and Giovanna looked like she would love nothing more than to shove the entire hammer in Thor’s hand up his ass. She helped Tony to his feet and sat him down, standing in front of him slightly and crossing her arms.

Helen’s voice was hoarse when she spoke. “I don't understand. You built this program. Why is it trying to kill us?”

Instead of a sane answer, Tony let out a single, loud laugh before stifling the following giggles in his fist. Everybody, including Giovanna, took a step back in caution as he stood and began to walk around the room, still laughing to himself.

“You think this is funny?” Thor looked like he was just about ready to drop Tony on Jotunheim without a jacket.

“No. It's probably not, right? Is this very terrible? Is it is--is it so-- it is? It's so terrible.” He replied through his laughter as he tapped away on a hologram distractedly. Bruce stepped forward.

"Tony, maybe this might not be the time to—“ He trailed off as he spoke through his teeth, trying his very best to get Tony to put a sock in it before the murderous team were willing to start acting not heir feelings.

“Really?! That's it? You just roll over, show your belly, every time somebody snarls.” Tony snapped and took a step closer to Bruce. Before she knew what she was doing, YN launched herself off the table and grabbed her uncles wrist, twisting it and making Tony fall quickly to his knees. She didn’t feel the way her stitches ripped a the action, or notice Giovanna running to her fathers’ defence. Tony let out a cry of pain as YN’s grip tightened.

“Ease off, Princess,” Tony grunted and she pushed him away from her as if she burned, taking a step back and crying out as pain rocketed up her body. Steve, quick to act scooped her into his arms as she fell and deposited her on the counter where she had previously sat, fixing her with a disapproving stare. She rolled her eyes, too mad to blush at the intensity of his gaze.

“YN. Sugar. Take a breath for me, okay?” He whispered, leaning against one of her knees and brushing her hair back over her shoulder. She looked up at him in sucked in a huge breath, holding it until the neon green faded from her eyes and letting it out. “Good girl.”

Oh, so now she could blush, huh?

“Only when I’ve created a murder-bot.” Bruce bit back as he pulled off the cloth on YN’s feet, checking the thread and fixing the ones which had torn. Giovanna, as mad as she was at YN for laying a hand on her father, understood and nudged Steve away before pulling up a small stool and grabbing YN’s ankle.

"We didn't. We weren't even close. Were we close to an interface?” Tony’s voice was wild as he spoke and he ran his hands through his already messy hair once more.

“Well, you did something right. And you did it right here. The Avengers were supposed to be different than SHIELD.” Steve snarled, and he looked to Giovanna who bit her lip and returned to her work. She had met The Winter Soldier in Washington while he was working under the protection of SHIELD multiple times. Her quick wit seemed to disarm him, and she had told Steve of all the interactions she had had with his one-time best friend. It was something that nobody but Steve and Giovanna really knew about— both of them taking Bucky’s man hunt too seriously and keeping it to themselves and each other. Not even YN knew much about it— both Giovanna and Steve shutting down the subject when she tried to bring it up in the kitchen or gym.

“Anybody remember when I carried a nuke through a wormhole?” Tony was only met with eye rolls and groans— everybody had memorized every version of the story that Tony had told he talked about it so often.

“No, it's never come up.”

“Saved New York?"

“Never heard that.”

“Recall that? A hostile alien army came charging through a hole in space. We're standing three hundred feet below it. We're the Avengers. We can bust arms dealers all the live long day, but, that up there? That’s—that's the end game. How were you guys planning on beating that?” Tony’s finger that was pointing up to the sky shook, and both Giovanna and YN’s heart broke for the puffiness under his eyes and the unsteadiness of his voice. They had rarely seen him look so afraid.

“Together,” Steve said, voice soft and gentle. Tony’s eyes flashed to him and his upper lip curled with anxiety.

"We'll lose.”

“Then we'll do that together, too.” He replied and turned back to YN— now fully stitched up and looking rather exhausted. “Thor's right. Ultron's calling us out. And I'd like to find him before he's ready for us.” He continued, wordlessly scooping YN into his arms once more and sucking in a quick breath when her head fell to his shoulder, breath huffing against his neck and igniting a blossoming red over it. She was boneless in his arms, jacket still zipped tight around her as he started walking out of the room and in the direction of YN’s apartment.

“The world's a big place. Let's start making it smaller.”

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They arrived shortly after and Steve jostled YN awake long enough for her to press her hand to the screen and unlock to door. It slid open smoothly and he placed her on her very soft-looking bed, pulling the heavy weighted blanket over. She only hummed nd buried herself deeper into his jacket, rubbing her nose into the collar and inhaling deeply.

“I’ll be back in the morning, take you down to the common room. I’m sure I’m not the only one who want’s too see you walking until you’re out of Cho’s machine.” His voice was an odd mixture of Captain and Steve as he pushed some hair out of her face. Her sleepy eyes opened and they looked up at him through her lashes, making his heart stutter. Fuck, he was in too deep.

“See you then, Stevie.” Her voice was distant as she pulled the blankets around her jaw and within seconds, she was asleep int he comfort of her own bed. He walked backwards out of the room, letting himself be just a little selfish and soaking her in before he walked out and shut the door behind him.

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