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The Right Guy On Paper

Summary: Dean receives unexpected news, and his chosen coping mechanism leads him straight back to you. Part 2 of 3. Part 1 - Just Don't Say You Love Me.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, mentions of cheating.

W/C: 4,315.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Jody Mills, Mentioned: Sam Winchester.

Pairing: Dean x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @jacklesversebingo Square Filled: A bar - An Arrest - Loyalty

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // all mistakes remain my own.

A/N: I finally figured out part 3 so here's part 2.

Graphics: made by be on canva. Dividers by @talesmaniac89

Master Lists: JAcklesVerseBingo / Dean Winchester / Main

How did he not see this coming? Well, he did, maybe, but not this soon. But still, how could he have not seen it coming, especially after his last encounter with you? It had been written all over your face; you didn’t want a full-blown commitment or declaration of love, but the hope of some kind of promise was there. He’d shot it down immediately, made a hasty retreat, and hadn’t spoken to you in over a month.

It doesn’t make it sting any less. But that’s all it is, a sting, a scratch. It will scab over, and he’ll ignore the itch. At least, that’s what he tries to convince himself of as he pulls up at Jody’s.

The door opens as he steps onto the porch. It’s Jody, phone to her ear, and an incredulous look turned in his direction.

“Yeah, he’s here,” she says into the phone. So Dean assumes it’s you checking up on him. “Yeah, will do. Okay. Bye, honey.”

Dean kisses her cheek, perhaps a little too hard, as he crosses the threshold, heading straight for the liquor.

“Dean…” she starts.

He ends it immediately, holding a hand up so she can see it over his shoulder. “Don’t.”

He doesn’t see her surrendering gesture, but he hears it in the sigh she releases over the clink of the bottle hitting the glass. He shoots back the whiskey; it's the cheap stuff and burns more than it should.

He pours another shot, back still turned, but he can feel Jody’s eyes on him, the worry radiating off her. He won’t tell her he’s fine. She’d see right through it.

“Wanna talk about it?”

He laughs, humorless but amused because Jody knows the answer, yet she always asks on the off chance he’ll give her a glimpse of what’s going on in his head. If only he knew himself, maybe he’d share it.

Another blazing shot warms him from the inside.

He pours another and takes a breath, waiting for the flame in his gut to simmer. But it doesn't, and it’s not because of the cheap liquor, so he concedes, taking the bottle and the glass to the chair. “Who is he?”

Jody sits opposite him, smiling softly. “His name’s Luke, nice guy.”

“Luke,” he tests out the name before washing it away, swilling the liquid around his mouth. This time, he lets the wince show, accepting that it's more than the booze. “He’s a cop, right?”

“Yeah,” Jody confirms.

He smiles, even feels the fondness in it, but the sentiment dies before he finishes his sentence. “She has a type.”

Jody reciprocates the gesture, reaching over to take the glass from him. “Don’t push her out because of this,” she says, “she’s good for you. Some of those broken pieces didn’t seem so broken when you’d been around her. That doesn’t change because you're not sharing a bed anymore. Let her be your friend.”

“Yeah,” Dean sighs, “maybe.”

But he knows he will push you away because he doesn’t know how to be your friend. After all, you’ve never been just friends.

It’s too easy and not as entertaining as Dean hoped. He’s been on a bender for a few days now. He told Sam he was just stir-crazy, the monsters haven’t been monster-ing lately, and he needs an outlet. It’s partly true. It’s the lack of killing, plus the news Jody delivered a week ago. More so the latter.

You and Luke are engaged.

Dean thinks it's too soon; it’s only been two months. But then again, what does he know? Maybe when you know, you know. You're no fool. And you didn’t suffer fools. You wouldn’t commit to something unless you knew it was right for you.

So Dean’s been doing what Dean does best, finding distractions to bury his tumultuous emotions. He was looking for a warm body, but when no one caught his eye, he settled for ridding some suckers of their hard-earned cash.

He’s up three hundred dollars with double or nothing on the line. Though part of the hustle is to appear drunk, as he finishes his seventh, or maybe it’s his eighth beer - he lost count after shot number four and around bottle five - he thinks he really should slow down. If only for the fact Sam will have to come collect him and Dean doesn’t want to hear the ‘your-not-twenty-six-anymore’ lecture.

His opponent, David, walks around the table, looking for the best angle to take his shot. It doesn’t matter. Regardless of what he does, Dean’s got him in three moves. Or at least he would if his earlier victim, Jason, wasn’t striding up behind him with a furious look that Dean sees in the mirror hanging on the wall behind the table.

“Hey,” Jason calls, a tenth of a second before he throws a punch that Dean ducks.

Dean spins to face him, standing his ground. He can’t back up out of reach cause he’ll hit the wall and box himself in. “C’mon man,” Dean tries, “don’t be a sore loser.”

Jason is already swinging a second punch that Dean recognizes the poor form would likely break his hand had Dean not sidestepped to avoid it.

Two of Jason’s friends are close by but seem reluctant to back up their buddy, so Dean tries to reason with them as he pivots so Jason has his back to the wall, and Dean can back away. “Come get your friend before he gets hurt.”

That’s enough to convince them to intervene, but instead of doing the smart thing and removing their friend from further embarrassment, they descend on Dean, and he’s left with no choice.

He smashes the pool cue into the stomach of the first one. The dude doubles over and falls to his knees. The second man narrowly avoids tripping over him, stumbling towards Dean’s perfectly formed fist, and goes down after a crack of bone and a scream of pain.

Jason looks down at his fallen comrades, and Dean lifts his brow, challenging him.

“Walk away,” Dean advises.

He doesn’t.

Dean has to give credit where credit is due. Jason is tougher than his withering friends. He takes three shots to the face and manages to land a good right hook to Dean’s mouth before he drops to the floor, rolling into the fetal position when Dean takes a step forward.

He can’t be sure whether he was going to kick the man while he was down. But he’ll never know because two sets of hands grab his arms.

Dean doesn’t think. He reacts. Twisting his right arm free, he throws a punch as he turns.

“Okay, you're under arrest…” but it’s too late. His fist connects with the jaw of his captor - a blond cop who still has a hold of him.

Dean’s brain finally registers the uniform and star pinned to his chest, and now he’s really in trouble. “Shit!” He grumbles, holding his hands up as the blood trickles from the cop’s nose.

Dean tells Deputy Callaghan he’s making a mistake and wasting his time hauling Dean to the station. But his suggestion to call Sheriff Mills to get this mess straightened out falls on the deaf ears of the cops in the front of the squad car.

Dean gives up. Jody will have his back, and hopefully, she’s got some leftovers for him at the house.

“You're gonna feel really stupid when we get in there,” Dean says as Callaghan roughly pulls him from the car. “I’m telling you, Sheriff Mills will have your ass for wasting her time.”

“That’d be scary,” Callaghan smirks, smug in whatever knowledge he has that Dean doesn’t. “If she wasn’t on a retreat in Milwaukee until Monday.”

“Crap.”

“Looks like you're our guest until we can get a hold of her, which could be days.”

“Crap.”

Despite Dean’s lack of resistance, Callaghan makes a point of manhandling him through the station doors. He must want to look tough in front of his buddies and make the dried blood on his shirt look like Dean put up a fight that Callaghan won on account of his being detained.

Dean accepts his fate - for now. He doesn’t want to cause more trouble for Jody to clean up.

But maybe he should have because slipping the cuffs and making a run for it would have been easier than facing you. As soon as the door swings shut, like some kind of magnetic pull, your eyes find him, and you're frozen in place staring at him while some newbie who looks about twelve talks at you.

You hand the clipboard back to the young deputy and march with such purpose toward him he’s expecting a Sam-level lecture, but instead, you look around him.

Dean’s seen the sneer you unleash on Callaghan before, but there’s an extra layer to it, a venom that spits out with your command, “Uncuff him now.”

Dean is glad he’s not on the receiving end of your ire, and the station falls quiet. All activity ceases while they watch the show.

The softness of Callaghan’s voice doesn’t match his words or reasoning tone. Dean can tell this dude knows he’s on thin ice with you and trying to make it right. “You don’t even know what he did.”

“Bar fight at Lloyds. Heard all about it.”

“He hit me.”

“You're still standing, so it obviously wasn’t hard enough,” you counter, and Dean sniggers, as do some of the other people watching.

“Y/N,” Callaghan tries again.

You purse your lips, stubbornness settling in tight. “Release him and get out of my station.”

Technically, it's not your station, but Dean assumes Jody’s left you in charge while she’s away. He really wants Callaghan to point that out because Dean can see your one smart comment away from adding to the bloody nose Dean gave him.

But you don’t give him a chance to make the mistake of correcting you. “You owe me, Luke, now and forever, so I’m calling in a chip. Release him!”

Silence prevails for a loaded second. Dean turns slightly to look at Luke, jiggling his hands behind his back. “You heard the boss,” he smirks, “I’m a free man.”

Luke shakes his head and looks back at you. “Whoever he is,” he says, pointing a finger dangerously close to Dean’s face, “he’s trouble.”

“She can handle it,” Dean counters and winks when Luke finally breaks the stare-down with you.

That’s enough to deflate his bravado a few notches, and he finally turns and leaves, slamming the door open as he goes.

Dean mumbles a thanks while you unlock his new jewelry, suddenly feeling some embarrassment for being arrested. He turns to face you, rubbing at his wrists now that the metal is gone. “Sorry if I’ve caused you any trouble.”

“It’s fine,” you wave him off, “no trouble.”

You stare at one another for a short moment, and he sees how tired you look. He opens his mouth to say it's good to see you despite the circumstances, but before he can utter a syllable, you hold up a finger.

Leaning around him, you announce, “Shows over,” and the station springs to life again.

“I should get out of your way,” he says, giving a tight smile.

“Can I give you a ride back to your car?”

He shakes his head, “No, thanks. I’m good. I could use the walk.”

“You got a motel?”

“Nah, just passing through.”

“You’re too drunk to drive back to Lebanon.”

He shrugs, “I’ll find a motel.”

“Here,” you say, fishing in your pocket for a set of keys. “These are for Jody’s. No one’s there. Jody is in Milwaukee, Alex is on vacation with friends, and Clare is hunting in Michigan.”

He makes no move to take them, so you grab his hand and place them on his palm, closing his fingers around them. “I’ve been keeping an eye on the place, but I’m finishing up here and heading up to her cabin. Jody will be back about three tomorrow.”

“Deputy Dick said she wasn’t back until Monday.”

You roll your eyes, “he lied. He does that.”

You don’t elaborate, and Dean doesn’t push, but he knows there's a story to be told.

“There’s beer and leftover lasagne in the fridge,” you layer on top of the perks, “and it's closer than the bar. Just sleep it off, please. For me.”

He nods, “Yeah, okay. Thanks.”

“Take care, Dean.”

“You too,” he says. He wants to hug you or kiss your cheek or something, but instead, he stares at his fidgeting hands. “Um…maybe we can grab a drink soon,” he suggests, “it’d be nice to catch up.”

“I’d like that,” you say, and your smile is genuine and kind when he meets your eyes again. “You know where to find me, Winchester. You never needed an invitation. That hasn’t changed.”

He laughs just as someone calls your name, and you excuse yourself. He watches you cross the room to the same deputy you were speaking with earlier. He really has missed you, but the open invitation dulls the ache a little. He’s definitely going to take you up on it.

You haven’t been sleeping well lately. It’s understandable; you’ve been through a lot, so you're surprised that you wake just after eleven to the cheerful, chirping bird song.

It must be the peacefulness of the forest that surrounds Jody’s cabin that allowed the much-needed rest to extend later than usual. You're grateful that she practically forced the mini-break on you - “You need to get away. Get your head straight. Take a few days.” As you step onto the porch with a steaming mug of coffee and the thickest blanket you can find, you realize she was right.

This is definitely what you need: nature and some quiet time. No hustle and bustle of a busy town, no traffic noise or drunks snoring logs in the holding cells.

Wrapping the blanket around you, you get a whiff of the cotton-fresh fabric softener and wrap it snugger around you as you sit on the porch swing.

That’s where you spend the rest of the morning and early afternoon wrapped up in the blanket with a book from Jody’s collection. You brought a healthy supply of food with you, and that's the only decision you need to make today: what to cook for dinner.

You’re two delicious sips into your third coffee of the day when the quiet is disrupted by the unmistakable growl of Baby’s engine. He’s not speeding, and you haven’t missed any calls, so you don’t think it's an emergency.

Dean cuts off the engine as he pulls up behind your truck, returning the forest to its quiet tranquility, and steps out of the car with a bright smile.

“Hey,” he greets as he reaches the bottom step.

“Hey yourself,” you grin, finding his smile endearingly contagious. “Everything okay?”

“Peachy,” he says, “passing through on my way home and wanted to say thanks again.”

He could have called you from the road, so you know the flimsy excuse is the best he could come up with, but you're not upset that he’s there.

You laugh, “You mean Jody asked you to check up on me?”

“That too,” he admits with a slight shrug.

You feel the hurt constrict your chest again. Jody’s concern is a reminder of what happened. “She tell you why she wanted you to check up on me?”

“No,” Dean says, climbing the few stairs to stand on the porch. “Doesn’t take a genius, though.”

“Just a sober hunter.”

“Ow, low blow,” he laughs.

You laugh with him for a second but cut it off with a deep sigh. He will hear the story sooner or later. It may as well come from you. Closing the book and putting it on the table, you ask, “Can you stay for dinner?”

He claps his hands and rubs them together, “What’re we having?”

It shouldn’t be as easy as it is to fall back into the familiarity of working together. Dean chops peppers and onions while you put the chicken breasts in the oven. It’s effortless, moving around without getting in each other's way.

You’ve missed it, and from the slight smile that remains while Dean works, you think he feels the same.

He doesn’t press for information, though you’re sure he’s desperate to know why you're at Jody’s cabin alone and if Luke was/is your Luke owed you big enough to let him go without question.

You wash your hands and move on to making the dough, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Dean. It’s easier to talk that way without the embarrassment of looking at him face-on. Though you know he won’t judge you, you don’t want his pity. Still, you start with an easier question.

“You have Charlie’s unlimited credit card.” Mixing the ingredients in the bowl, you ask, “So it’s not like you need the money. Why were you hustling people?”

He shrugs. “Needed some entertainment.”

“It work?”

“Yeah, for a minute,” he chuckles, “at least until I got socked in the mouth.”

You see his tongue poke out to lick at the cut on his lip. “Maybe that's what I need.” you wonder, sprinkling flour on the countertop.

“To get clocked in the face?”

You chuckle along with him. “No, smartass. Some mindless entertainment, forget everything for a while.”

“Like why Luke owes you now and forever?” Dean asks.

“Nice transition,” you jest.

“I thought so,” he says, walking to the fridge to grab the cheese along with two beers.

He twists the caps off and tosses them in the trash. He’s started grating the cheese before you decide to tell him what happened.

“It was good for a while, really good, dreamlike even.” you take a long pull on the beer, and he’s nice enough to keep working, piling grated cheese to the side before continuing to work on the remainder of the block. “But obviously, it was too good to be true. His ex showed up. She’d left him to take a promotion a couple of years ago but decided her career wasn’t all she wanted after all. He made a big show of telling her no and asked me to marry him." The dough takes the brunt of your ire, words punctuated with huffs of breath while you knead it into shape. “He took a demotion to be closer to me. I thought I’d bagged a good one, a real devoted guy. But I was wrong. It didn’t take long for him to cheat.”

“Glad I clocked him.”

“Me too.” silence stretches, and you break it by blasting out a long sigh. “I’m such an idiot. I chose the stable guy, the guy that was right on paper. I picked the easy way, and it backfired.”

“That doesn’t make you an idiot.”

“No?” you question, pausing your work to look at him. He halts his task, too, looking at you fully. “When I found out, I did all the tests, holy water, silver, recited an exorcism ‘cause I didn’t believe he was just a bad guy. If that doesn’t spell out desperate idiot, I don’t know what does.”

“It doesn’t!” He argues, frustrated that you're talking down about yourself. “But you know what does spell out ‘idiot’? Cheating on someone as awesome as you.”

You cock a small smile, “Thank you.”

You hold one another's gaze for a long moment. You want to tell him that you would have picked him over Luke, over anyone else, but you know he wouldn’t want to hear it. As if he can read it in your expression, he clears his throat and breaks the loaded stare to turn back to his task.

“C’mon,” Dean says, “Let’s get these pizzas baking and get drunk.”

The late morning rise must have been a fluke because you can’t sleep. Considering the half bottle of whiskey you drank with Dean, you're surprised by your inability to fall asleep.

Maybe that’s the cause of your insomnia, too much alcohol in your system, or the fact that it feels weird knowing Dean is sleeping in the room next door, or perhaps the emotional turmoil of the last few weeks is taking its toll. Whatever the reason, the more you try to force it, the further away it seems to get and the angrier you become. After an hour of tossing and turning, you give up.

You need to do something to occupy your mind and decide to bake some cookies. Once in the kitchen, you realize that using a mixer will most likely disturb Dean, who’s just down the corridor. But now that you’re up, you really want cookies and decide to mix them by hand.

The first batch is just starting to rise in the oven when Dean appears, fully dressed but with messy hair and rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“Crap, did I wake you?” You ask.

“Nah,” he shakes his head, bleary-eyed, squinting under the brightness of the kitchen lights. “Don’t tell Sam,” he says, “but I’m not twenty-six anymore. Indigestion woke me up.”

You laugh lightly, “There’s Pepto in the bathroom.”

“Found it,” he tells you, clicking the button on the coffee machine. “Then I smelled cookies, so I came to investigate.”

“Well, perfect timing. The first batch should be ready by the time the coffee’s done.”

He doesn’t speak while the coffee brews, but you feel his eyes following you. You wonder what he’s thinking but know better than to ask. Maybe you truly don’t want to know. The thought of him pitying you fills you with embarrassment despite knowing Luke’s actions are not a reflection on you.

Dean pours the fresh coffee and adds sugar and a splash of cream to yours, sliding it closer to you while you pull the first batch of cookies from the oven and onto a cooling rack.

He steals one, “hot, hot, hot,” he hisses, juggling it from one hand to the other. Despite the obvious temperature, he takes a bite, huffing out the heat before it's cool enough to bite down.

He chews three, four times, hesitates, and chews some more. It’s evident from the face he’s trying, unsuccessfully, to not pull that it’s terrible.

“It’s awful, right?” you ask with an apologetic scowl.

He nods, grimacing, “Disgusting,” he confirms but starts chewing again as if the taste will improve.

“Well, don’t eat it!” You scold, laughing, “spit it out!”

He rushes to the trashcan and spits out the chewed-up wad.

“I’m sorry,” he says, swiftly walking back to grab his coffee and taking a big gulp. “I was trying to be polite, but yeah, that was not good.”

You know he’s not being purposefully mean. You’ve never been good at baking, and clearly, eyeballing the ingredients didn’t work, but it still hurts a little. You sigh, watching the cookies slide off the plate and into the trash.

You scoop the second batch of cookie dough onto the spoon and into the trash, “I guess I wouldn’t have made a good wife after all.”

“Don’t say stuff like that,” Dean reprimands. “You’d make an awesome wife.”

Has he really thought about what kind of wife you would be? Why would he? That was never a possibility for the two of you, so it’s purely a reflex, saying something nice to make you feel better.

You don’t respond, continuing to tidy the mess you’ve made while Dean steps out of the way, leaning his shoulder against the fridge to watch you.

While your back is turned, he asks, “Is that really what you wanted? To be his wife?”

You shrug, wiping down the countertop with a damp cloth. “I don’t even know anymore.”

“You were so career-driven, always seemed happy in the moment. I never pegged you for the white picket fence type,” he comments, sipping his coffee again.

“I never was.” You laugh without an ounce of humor because he has you dead to rights. How well he knows you always surprises you, which in turn surprises you more because that’s what he does for a living. He has to read people. The same way you do - checking for tells and body language of victims and suspects. Dean knows when he’s being lied to. You know you’d never sneak one past him. Yet he doesn’t seem to understand that he was the one who changed your perspective. He was the one who made you believe there was more to life than a career.

“So it was him then?” he softly asks, as if he’s expecting you to reveal a secret. “He changed your mind, made you want it all?”

The anger and bitterness swell inside of you. Not just towards Luke for promising you a future and then ripping it away, but at Dean for being oblivious to the fact he’s the reason for the change of perspective.

“It doesn’t matter what changed. It’s over now,” you snap, throwing down the cloth and knocking the neat pile of crumbs you’d made onto the floor. “All of it.”

“Why are you mad at me?” he yells, looking slightly confused and standing straighter.

“I’m not,” you try to backtrack, though your volume increases. “I’m just mad! Mad at Luke for being an unfaithful asshole, mad at myself for falling for it, mad at the universe for giving me something good and taking it away again. And y’know what? Yeah, I am mad at you, Dean! I’m fucking furious ‘cause you changed my mind. You made me realize I could have it all: a career and partner who understood my commitments, someone who was happy to slot into my life when it worked for both of us, and made me see it could be effortless. I didn’t want any of that until we started our thing.”

“Hey!” he shouts back, “I never said never. I said not right now. Or then or whatever.”

“Bullshit! You said you couldn’t make any commitments, even without Chuck pulling the strings.”

“Yeah, I meant I needed a minute to process, figure some stuff out. You said we were good. You didn’t want any ‘awkward conversations’,” he counters with full-on air quotes.

“I didn’t want to scare you off!”

“And I didn’t want you to run off and meet someone new!”

“Yeah, well, that worked out just fucking great, didn’t it!” The anger simmers, and you hold his eyes until he blurs behind your tears.

Dean blasts out a sigh, “Maybe I should go.” He phrases it as a suggestion, but he’s already tipping the remainder of his coffee into the sink, so obviously, he’s made up his mind.

“Yeah, maybe you should,” you say, blinking up at the ceiling to stem the tears. “I’m really not in the headspace for this right now.”

You keep your back turned while he shuffles around, going to the bedroom to grab his duffle.

Why did Jody send him? She was the one who suggested the vacation, and she, of all people, knows how much losing Dean hurt you. You’d confided in Jody about the commitment comment, which had been the catalyst for realizing how deep you’d got with Dean and how much it wasn’t reciprocated.

A chair momentarily teeters as Dean pulls his coat off the back, but the jingle of his car keys is what pulls you out of your own head.

Tears suffocated and stalled, you find the courage to turn around, but he’s already at the door. “Dean,” you call. He stops and half turns to face you, but you don’t know what to say. It’s too soon to let yourself be vulnerable with anyone, but you don’t want him to leave, at least not like this.

You stare at him, hoping he can read the words you can’t find in your expression.

He breaks eye contact, looking down at his feet. “I’ve, er… I’ve missed you.”

It lifts a weight you weren’t aware you were carrying but brings fresh tears to your eyes. “I’ve missed you too.”

He drops his bag at the door, crosses the room, and swiftly tugs you into a tight hug. “Call me when you’ve figured all this out,” he requests, and all you can do is nod into his shoulder. He kisses the side of your head and rushes out like a gust of wind.

Part 3 - Just Say You Love Me

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader (past), Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (present)

Warnings: pregnant reader, time in a hospital, a super brief mention of childbirth, character dies of old age, a few swear words, and a little angst with lots of fluff

Summary: Building a life with Bucky has been everything you could’ve dreamed and more. When Steve wants to give you and Bucky closure, will you take it?

Word Count: 6399 (this got way out of hand, but I couldn’t stop!)

A/N: After seeing people enjoy Run, I decided to write up a sequel tying up a few loose ends. Since this is Run’s sequel, you should definitely take a few minutes to read that first. At the end of the day, I’m just a sucker for all the angst followed by all the fluff. Lastly, there are two written letters referenced in this. Both of them are italicized so they stick out. Enjoy!

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“Bucky?” After a few seconds without a response, you let out a huff and try once again to get up. You’ve been trying to get out of this rocking chair on your front porch for the last five minutes, but your giant stomach makes everything harder these days. With another kick to your bladder, you rock yourself back and forth a few more times hoping momentum will work in your favor.

It doesn’t.

“BUCK!” Finally, you hear a crash followed by rushed footsteps. Bursting through the front door, Bucky skids to a stop in front of you. It’s a few days away from your due date, and he’s extra jumpy because of it.

“What do you need? Is it time? Do we need to go to the hospital?”

“No, Bucky, I need you to help me out of this chair.” You wince as your daughter delivers another swift kick inside you while Bucky helps you up. “If your daughter doesn’t stop kicking soon, I may need to live in the bathroom until she comes out.”

With one hand on your arm and one on the small of your back, Bucky guides you inside and to the bathroom. “How come whenever she’s making you uncomfortable, she’s my daughter?” A smirk grows on Bucky’s face before he continues. “Last time I checked, you had just as much to do with this as I did.”

You sigh in relief as the bathroom comes into view. “Because until she’s made it to the outside world and we can take equal responsibility for her, she’s yours when she’s annoying.”

Bucky lets out a chuckle before pausing at the bathroom door. “Fair enough. Are you good from here?”

“Yes, but can you get me something to eat while you wait? Sarah brought over those brownies earlier. Do we still have ice cream?” Before Bucky can respond, you have another idea. “Oh, and can you crumble potato chips on the top? And add a drizzle of chocolate syrup!”

“Are you feeling OK?” Bucky puts his hand on your forehead like he’s checking your temperature. Another sly smirk appears before he adds, “that’s the most normal pregnancy craving you’ve had in months.”

You scoff as you shut the bathroom door. “Remember, your baby, Barnes!” Thankful for the railings Bucky and Sam temporarily installed in your bathroom a few months ago, you do your business in peace and hoist yourself up to wash your hands.

As you settle into the couch and wait for Bucky to return with your latest craving, you think back to how you got where you are today - new house, new husband, and baby on the way.

After making the decision to settle in Louisiana, you spent about a month looking at houses. When you couldn’t find the perfect place to settle, Sarah offered some of her and Sam’s family property to build on. Both Bucky and Sam were hesitant about living so close together, but you, Sarah, Cass, and AJ quickly convinced them it was exactly what you needed.

A few months later when the foundation was poured, Bucky brought you over for a sunset picnic to celebrate being one step closer to finishing the house. After a bad pun comparing your relationship to the house foundation, Bucky was down on one knee. You couldn’t say no to Bucky (or his bad puns), and a few weeks later you were married in front of your immediate family, the Wilson’s, and a few of your close friends.

When you started to feel sick a few weeks later on your honeymoon, you did the math and realized you were late. After a few too many rounds of “what are you late for, beautiful?”, Bucky sprinted to the nearest pharmacy to pick up every brand of pregnancy test he could find. He insisted you take all five and all five came back positive. You were both ecstatic - after all, if you were going to make changes in your life, why not go all in?

While you enjoyed the celebrations, there were still rough moments to work through. Bucky had made progress with Dr. Raynor but there were still nights he woke up with memories he’d rather forget. He also had doubts about becoming the father your baby deserved, but you shot those thoughts down pretty quickly.

On the flip side, Bucky was there for your moments of uncertainty. You had moved past the majority of things Steve did - after all, it’s what led you to the life you’ve built with Bucky. What was harder to get past was the doubt that crept in. You knew Steve had left to build a life with Peggy, but not knowing the full reason sometimes kept you up at night. Was it because she would be a better wife? Or maybe he didn’t think you would be a good mother. Thankfully, Bucky was just as fast to calm your nerves and remind you how much you meant to him and your soon to be family of three.

A few months later, you mutually decided to find out if you were having a boy or a girl. You’d never seen Bucky get as emotional as when you found out you were expecting a beautiful and healthy baby girl. Unfortunately, that excitement faded when your doctor started asking about Bucky’s serum. After bringing Dr. Cho in to run additional tests, Bucky was relieved that the only thing your baby inherited from his serum was a slightly increased growth rate and a watered-down version of his super strength. You were not so relieved when that transferred into an extra large baby to carry and intense kicks as your daughter tried to escape her cramped living quarters.

After that doctor appointment, Bucky and Sam put in extra hours with the construction crew to get your house ready as soon as possible. The house was finished about a month ago giving you plenty of time to unpack, nest, and get ready for your baby girl.

All these events led to this evening and trying (and failing) to get comfortable on your extra large, super-soldier sized couch. Bucky walked around the corner with two bowls just in time to see you wince as you tried to find a spot that gave you any relief. After handing you a bowl, Bucky eased down next to you. “I think after we’re done eating, it’s time for a bath and a massage.” You couldn’t stop the smile forming on your face. You were definitely living your best life with Bucky.

Before you could get too excited, your doorbell rings. With a quick kiss to your forehead, Bucky was running to grab the door. To your surprise, you heard Bucky greet Sam and welcome him into the house. On his way to sit down in the armchair across from you, Sam stops by Bucky’s bowl to sneak a bite of ice cream.

“Hey, birdbrain, hands off the ice cream!” You can’t help but giggle at these two as Bucky snatches the spoon back from Sam and settles down next to you on the couch. “Why are you here, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be on a mission for the next few weeks?”

Right away, you can sense something is wrong. In the past year you’ve found you can always depend on Sam for providing a sense of calm. He says it’s from his training and working with the veteran’s support groups all those years ago, but you can tell he’s always been that way. He’s the easiest-going person you knew, and you were always grateful to have another calming presence in your life.

Tonight, however, Sam was on edge. Glancing over at Bucky, you could tell he could feel it, too.

“Sam,” you start, “we can both tell something is wrong. What’s going on?”

Sam makes eye contact with you for a few seconds before heaving out a deep sigh. “I don’t know how to bring this up, so here it goes. It’s about Steve.”

Slinging an arm around your shoulders, Bucky squeezes your arm to get your attention. “You OK to talk about this, beautiful? I can talk to Sam by myself if you want me to.”

After a few seconds you let out your own deep sigh. “I’m fine, Buck.” You place a comforting hand on his thigh and squeeze gently before you look back to Sam. “You haven’t mentioned Steve once since we left the Avengers.” Your line of vision drops down to your large stomach and your hand starts rubbing your bump. “I’m guessing that means this is important, right?”

“Hey,” Sam says, causing you to look back up at him. “Bucky’s right. We don’t have to talk about him if you don’t want to. I know you’re at a place where you can put all that behind you, so if you want to leave it that way, we can.”

Shaking your head, you push back. “Sam, you brought it up so we’re going to talk about it. What is it?”

Before Sam continues, he digs two letters out of his pocket and hands them to you. You see your name on one envelope and Bucky’s on the other - both written in Steve’s flowing script. Handing Bucky his letter, you look back over at Sam so he can continue.

“I’m giving you these letters because Steve isn’t doing well. The last time you saw him, he still had serum running through his body. In the few months after that he started to get weaker at a pretty rapid pace.” At that revelation, Bucky sucks in a breath. You’ve had a few conversations with Bucky wondering how his serum would impact his health later in life, but no one really knew what to expect.

“Bruce and Dr. Cho did some tests, and Steve’s serum was starting to deteriorate.” Sam pauses to take a deep breath before he continues. “They anticipated he would make it a few more years but he’s really taken a downhill turn in the past few weeks.”

You can feel Bucky deflate next to you. Steve put you through hell after making the decision to live in the past, but that doesn’t change the fact that Steve was Bucky’s best friend.

Trying to give Bucky a few minutes to process this, you ask another question. “Why are you telling us this now?”

Sam looks down to the floor before responding. “While I’ve been out on missions the past few years, I’ve been taking extra time to stop in and check on Steve.” Bucky immediately tenses up beside you, but you’re quick to squeeze his leg to keep him grounded. “I know it sounds like I was sneaking around behind your backs, but you two are doing so well right now. I didn’t need to mess that up and you didn’t deserve to have Steve mess it up, either.”

It doesn’t surprise you that Bucky’s gone silent. Even though his mask has been gone for over a decade, Hydra spent years conditioning him to stay silent. While he’s made progress and shed most of that conditioning, you’ve noticed when he’s overwhelmed the first wall to go back up is his silence.

Knowing Bucky will need more time before he’s ready to talk, you turn your focus back to Sam. “It’s OK Sam, but I’m still confused. Why are you telling us about this now?”

“When I first started to visit Steve, the only ground rule I made was that I wasn’t going to be a middleman. It’s not my place to give him insight on how either of you are doing. To this day, Steve doesn’t know that you two are married or that you’re expecting. When I was in New York to visit Steve earlier today he asked if I was still in touch with either of you. He knows he doesn’t have much time left, but he wanted me to give you these letters and tell you there wasn’t any pressure to read them. He just wanted to make sure if you wanted closure someday, you knew where to find it.”

Looking back down at the letter in your hand, you’re surprised when your vision starts to blur with tears. Closure is something that you’ve been longing for - a reason to justify everything Steve put you through. Now that it was in your hands you didn’t know what to do with it.

When your soft sniffles don’t bring Bucky back to the present, Sam grabs you a few tissues from the bathroom. You dry your eyes before you respond. “Thanks, Sam, but I think we just need some time to talk. Can I walk you out?”

With a scoff and a sparkle in his eyes, he responds. “Are you serious, woman? Can you even get yourself off that couch right now?”

With a laugh you launch a pillow in his direction that hits him in the back of the head. “One of these days I won’t be nine months pregnant, Wilson. You better watch it!”

Before he walks out the door, Sam pauses to turn around and face you again. “Remember, what you do with those letters is up to you. Steve owes you closure but you don’t owe him anything. Only you know what’s best for you.” With that, Sam bids you goodnight and heads back to his house.

After you take a few extra minutes to finish your ice cream, you move around in an attempt to find a comfortable position on the couch. All of your wriggling brings Bucky back to the present, and he suggests taking this conversation somewhere more comfortable. A few minutes later you find yourself in your oversized tub. Melting back into Bucky’s warm embrace, you start the conversation you both know you need to have.

“What are you thinking, Buck?” You absentmindedly start drawing shapes on your stomach. After a few minutes of silence, you turn your head to try to catch his line of sight. “James, are you OK?” The use of his real name breaks him out of his train of thought. He leans down to give you a quick peck on the lips before he answers.

“I think so. Honestly, it’s a lot to think about, you know?” You sit for a few more moments while he organizes his thoughts. “Steve was such a big part of both of our lives. You had every reason to cut him out after everything he did, but if we’re being honest, I’ve been thinking about reaching out to him again.”

You knew your husband would do anything for you, but at this moment you can’t help but feel guilty. “You didn’t cut off ties with Steve because of me, did you? That was never my intention. The two of you have been best friends for decades, and I never want to be the reason - ”

“Hey, hey, no - nothing like that. I know you would never do that. It was my decision to step back because of how he handled things after returning the stones. Lately, I keep thinking about telling Steve about all the good things in my life. He believed in me when no one else did and knew I was still somewhere in here after everything Hydra did. He was constantly saving my ass and reminding me I deserved happiness. For the last month or so I’ve felt like it was time to reach out and reconnect and tell him about my new life.” A sad smile crosses Bucky’s face before he continues. “He’s a punk, but he’s my punk, you know?”

“I get that.” You face forward so you can fully relax back into Bucky’s hold. Bucky’s hands travel down to brush over your stomach causing your daughter’s kicks to come to life. You both giggle for a few seconds before he nuzzles his nose into your hair and inhales your floral shampoo. “If we’re both being honest,” you add, “there are some days I’d like to thank him for leading me to you. I don’t know if I’m ready to be his best friend or anything - “

“That’s my job anyway, beautiful.”

“Don’t worry, I know it is - but I do think you’re right. It might be time to open these letters. What’s that saying, again? It’s time to bury the hatchet?” You turn your head to look at your husband and immediately spot the glint in his eyes.

“And if we bury the hatchet and he turns on us again,” he smiles, “you know where I’ve hidden the knives.”

Rolling your eyes with a groan, you respond. “What am I going to do with you, Mr. Barnes?”

His belly laugh shakes you and your baby starts to kick at the sudden movement. “It’s too late, Mrs. Barnes. You’re stuck with me.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Buck.” You seal the sweet sentiment with a kiss before a particularly hard kick to your bladder signals it’s time to get out of the tub. Bucky helps you out and dries you off before leaving you in the bathroom to do your business. By the time you’ve joined him in the bedroom a few minutes later, he’s wearing a pair of boxer briefs and is already rubbing your favorite lotion between his hands to warm it up. Laying down, you let him massage away your aches and pains before throwing on one of his old shirts and moving to lean up against the headboard.

Before joining you, Bucky runs downstairs to grab the letters. Once he’s settled in next to you, he hands you your letter with a kiss and throws an arm around your shoulder so you can tuck into his side. Taking a deep breath, you unfold your letter and start reading.

Sweetheart,

I have a lot of things I want to say to you in this letter, but I’ll start by saying thank you. After all the pain I’ve caused, I wouldn’t blame you for ripping this letter to shreds. Instead, you’re taking another chance on me, even though I don’t deserve it.

In the past few months, I’ve tried to write this letter at least a dozen times. Each time I’ve had to stop because it’s never good enough. I don’t know if this attempt is going to be better than the others, but I’m running out of time to try. I’m sure by now Sam has told you my serum is deteriorating, but I’m mostly at peace with it. I’ve lived a full life - one that is longer than many others will get to experience. But with life comes regrets, and unfortunately, most of mine involve you.

The first apology I’d like to make is for my actions last year at the compound. I had so much I wanted to say to you but cornering you and physically restraining you on a balcony wasn’t the way to do it. For decades I’ve heard women tell horror stories about men forcing them into situations against their will, and that night I didn’t realize that was exactly what I was doing to you.

Before I explain my side of the story, I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Thank you for taking a chance on me and loving me with your whole heart. Thank you for being by my side through all the good times, bad times, and everything in between. Thank you for fighting alongside me, and most importantly, thank you for helping me fight for Bucky. Thank you for giving up everything to go on the run with me. Lastly, thank you for believing in me and showing me I’m worthy of the love others give.

When I crashed that plane in the 40’s, I lost everyone and everything I knew. Losing to Thanos felt like I was repeating history all over again. With one snap, I lost everyone for the second time in my life. I didn’t think I had it in me to start all over again, and that feeling stayed with me for years after you disappeared.

When we found a way to go back in time for the stones, I wasn’t prepared to see Peggy. Sure, when I came out of the ice I played the “what if” game. What if I found a place to land the plane instead of crashing it into the water? What if I could’ve lived my life with Peggy? All those questions seemed so far-fetched, and after I met you, I didn’t think about them as often as I used to. But thanks to time travel, I was standing less than ten feet away from the love of my life. All those questions and feelings came running back, and I couldn’t stop them.

At that moment, I made a realization that wasn’t easy to accept - while I loved you, I was never going to be in love with you in the way I was with Peggy. I made a promise to myself in that office that after we brought everyone back, I was going to be honest with you. Unfortunately, I wasn’t strong enough to keep that promise.

Looking back, I should’ve told you about my plans to stay in the past before I told Bucky. I thought breaking it to him would be easier. While he put on a brave face and said he understood why I was going back, I could see he was heartbroken by my decision. After that I convinced myself it would be better to not tell you so I could save you from heartbreak in the moment. Selfishly, I thought if you saw how happy I was, you would understand why I didn’t come back to you.

Believe it or not, Peggy was first to point out my horrible decision. We were newly engaged when she asked if I’d had other relationships in the future. When she realized I left you without ending our engagement or explaining why I went to live my life in the past, she almost walked away. After all, if I did that to you, what was stopping me from doing the same thing to her?

Later in life, we sat down with our kids to tell them who I really was and how I ended up back in the past. Every child has that moment when they realize their parents aren't perfect and telling them what I did to you was that moment for them.

Now that you know what happened, there are so many things I need to apologize for. I’m sorry for not telling you I saw Peggy during my time travels. I’m sorry for denying anything was wrong leading up to my mission to return the stones. I’m sorry for telling Bucky what my plans were and not telling you. I’m sorry for taking advantage of you the night before the mission so I could spend one last night with you. I’m sorry for saying goodbye without telling you I wasn’t coming back to you. I’m sorry you had to find out about these decisions by watching me reappear as an old man while wearing a wedding ring that wasn’t yours. Lastly, I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to get you the apology you deserved.

I’m never going to forgive myself for the pain I’ve caused you and I’ll never expect you to forgive me, but there are some people who deserve your forgiveness. Knowing you, I bet you’ve already forgiven them, but that isn’t stopping me from asking.

Please forgive Bucky for not telling you I was staying back to start a life with Peggy. He was insistent I tell you about my plans before I left to return the stones, and I lied and told him I would. I never should have put him in that situation.

I also hope you can forgive Sam. I decided when he first started visiting that it was better to keep it from you instead of causing you more pain, and I didn’t give him much choice.

My hope for you is that you find someone who deserves you and can give you everything I couldn’t. Someone who will show you the difference between loving someone and being in love, and someone who will treat you with the respect you deserve. Lastly, I hope you find someone you can build a home and family with because I know you will make the best wife and mother.

Love, Steve

The moment you finished the letter, you felt lighter. You finally had closure, and that realization caused any remaining insecurities to flow out of you with the tears streaming down your face.

After pulling your face up and brushing away your tears, Bucky broke the silence. “Do you want to talk about it?” With a nod, you take his hand in yours and start talking.

“In the past few years, you helped me pick up the shattered pieces of my heart. Together, we put them back together and you poured all your love and trust into loving me and healing the cracks Steve left behind. You made me whole again, Buck, but there was one small crack left - a crack that wasn’t your responsibility to heal.” Looking down and squeezing his hand, you continue. “This crack caused all those insecurities about being a good wife, a good mother, and being the best version of myself. The one that you deserve.”

At your pause, Bucky grabs your chin to tilt your face up to him. Drying a few more of your tears, he gives you a quick kiss before you carry on.

“This letter filled that crack and gave me the closure I needed.” With a watery giggle, you continue. “Who knew closure was so fulfilling, right?!”

That caused both you and Bucky to laugh and let out any remaining tension from the evening. After you calmed down, Bucky shared that his letter was much the same - apologizing for putting him in a tough situation, asking him to forgive Sam for keeping their visits a secret, and (your personal favorite) asking him to watch over and take care of you. He also wished Bucky the same happiness he wished you. Little did he know you would find that happiness together.

After nodding off twice while having a discussion about reconnecting with Steve, Bucky decides a good night's sleep was more important for you and your baby girl. Without a fight, you say your “goodnights” and “I love you’s” and settle into a restful slumber.

A restful slumber, that is, until you wake up a few hours later to find out your water broke.

Between Bucky’s military background and your knack for overplanning, you have a hospital bag packed and the fastest route to the hospital ready to go. You soon find yourself in your assigned delivery room and just like everything else in your life, delivery happens fast - which is good given the fact epidurals don’t provide much relief when you give birth to serum-enhanced babies.

Bucky felt horrible, but he made up for it by being the best birthing partner. He was ready to dry your tears, give you a hand to squeeze, and provide reassurance every step of the way. Most importantly, he constantly kept his metal hand in a bucket of ice to provide cooling relief when you needed it and took all the swear words you threw at him in stride.

By sunrise, the newest addition to your family was here - Rebecca Lynn Barnes. Quoting Mary Poppins, she is practically perfect in every way, right down to the bright blue eyes from her father.

Sam and Sarah arrive just in time to snap the perfect picture of your new family: you holding Rebecca, Bucky sitting next to you with his flesh arm around your shoulder and metal arm reaching for Rebecca, and Rebecca squeezing one of Bucky’s metal fingers with all her might. The picture perfectly captures Bucky’s joy in realizing Rebecca didn’t fear his arm, and the complete adoration in your eyes as you stare at your amazing husband.

Like many things in life, perfect moments always come to an end. As Bucky rocks Rebecca to sleep, Sam shares the phone call he received on his way to the hospital. Steve took a major turn for the worse overnight and Bruce doesn’t think he’ll make it much longer. After he was done checking in on you, Sam was heading straight to the compound with a quinjet.

Looking over at Bucky, you know exactly what you need to do.

“Bucky, I think you need to go with Sam.” Immediately, three faces filled with shock turn your direction. Making eye contact with Bucky, you continue. “Seriously Buck, we decided just last night we wanted to reconnect with Steve before it was too late. If you don’t go with Sam right now, it might be too late. It will take less than an hour to get up to the compound and back with the quinjet, so even if you only stay in New York for an hour, you’ll be back before lunch.”

“You can’t be serious! You just had a baby. I can’t leave you now.” Bucky looks around the room for backup but isn’t finding any.

“Buck, I hardly got any sleep last night and your daughter is a newborn. We’ll probably both be asleep the whole time you are gone.” Reaching out your hand, Bucky returns to your side. “I won’t push you into something you don’t want to do, but just know that we’ll be fine if you decide to go.”

Turning to face Sarah, you get an idea. “Sarah, are you doing anything this morning?”

Knowing where this is going, she smiles. “Nope. I was planning on sticking around here for a few hours until I have to pick the boys up for their dentist appointments after lunch.”

“Perfect! Sarah can stay here until my parents get here. Their flight lands just before noon.”

Now that you’re wearing a matching smile with Sam and Sarah, you can see Bucky’s resolve cracking. Sitting next to you in bed, Bucky lets out a deep sigh before looking into your eyes. “Are you sure, beautiful? You say the word and I’ll stay.”

Bringing your hand up, you run it through Bucky’s hair a few times before it falls to the back of his head for a few comforting scratches. “We’ll be good, Buck. Think of how we felt last night after reading those letters.” Pausing to give him a smile, you continue. “I can’t go anywhere right now, but you can go and brag about your amazing wife who just gave birth to your perfect daughter.”

With a small laugh, Bucky finally agrees to go. With a last-minute idea, you send Sam to use his charm with the nurses to see if they can print the picture he just took of you and your family. He returns a few minutes later, and while Bucky puts a sleeping Rebecca in her cradle, you grab a pen and write on the back of the picture:

Steve,

I’m sorry I couldn’t come to see you. I’m sure Bucky can fill you in on the reason why.

Even though I can’t be there, I wanted to send a note to thank you.

Thank you for your letter and the closure it provided.

Thank you for each and every time you fought to save Bucky so he could have the wonderful life he deserves.

Most importantly, thank you for leading me exactly where I needed to be. Without you, I wouldn’t be able to share my life with the most amazing husband and our perfect daughter.

Enjoy your time with Buck.

With a few tears in your eyes, you sign your name and hand the picture over to Bucky. After quickly skimming the back, he looks at you with a small smile. Sitting down next to you, he takes your head in his hands to give you one of his famous earth-shattering kisses. When you’re forced to come up for air, you tell him you love him and send him on his way.

After the boys leave, you and Sarah catch up over the breakfast that’s delivered to your room. Not long after you finish, you drift off into a peaceful and much needed sleep.

A few hours later you open your eyes to find Bucky looking out the window with Rebecca in his arms. You soon realize he’s carrying on a conversation with her, filling her in about all the new and wonderful people she’ll get to meet in the next few days. Her tiny yawn triggers a bigger one from you, indicating to Bucky you’re awake. With a big smile he joins you on the hospital bed.

“Hey, sleepyhead. I just got a text from your mom. They landed a few minutes ago and they’re going to drop off their luggage at the house before they come to the hospital.”

Another yawn slips out before you respond. “That sounds good. How long have you been back?”

“About ten minutes. Sarah just left to pick up Cass and AJ.”

After a few minutes of silence, you decide to address the elephant in the room. “So, how was Steve?”

Realizing Rebecca was once again sleeping, Bucky gets up to set her down in her crib before joining you back on the hospital bed. Leaning back, you both turn so you are facing each other before he responds.

“It was really good. By the time we got there he wasn’t very responsive anymore.” When Bucky breaks eye contact, you know it’s going to be hard for both of you to get through this conversation. Reaching out to cup his cheek, you give him a few moments to collect his thoughts before he continues.

“He smiled and said my name when I walked in. After I said it was good to see him, he said your name and I kind of froze. With how fast everything happened in the last twenty-four hours, I didn’t really have time to figure out how to tell him I married his ex-fiancé and we have a kid together.” Although the situation was very serious, you couldn’t stop the snort of laughter from bubbling out of you. Thankfully, Bucky was quick to join in.

“What did you tell him?”

“The truth - I looked him straight in the eye and said, ‘Well, funny story, Steve. We actually got married a few months ago and she gave birth to our daughter earlier this morning.’”

Hiding your face behind your hands, you groan. “Please tell me that was not what you actually said to him.”

“Hey, Sam thought it was funny! After Steve laid there for a few seconds staring at me, I shot a look at Sam to make him stop laughing. I didn’t know what else to do, but thankfully after a few more seconds, Steve finally smiled and said, ‘good.’ I showed him the picture you sent and I talked about how great you were in the delivery room and how wonderful it was to be a dad even though it’s only been a few hours.” Bucky’s smile fades a bit before he goes on. “I told him what you wrote on the back of the picture, too. I could tell he wanted to say more, but all he had the strength to say was ‘thank you.’”

Considering the emotions you had gone through during the last day, it wasn’t a surprise when you could feel tears streaming down your face. After wiping them away, you gave a small “thank you” to Bucky before asking what else they discussed.

Thankfully, this brought a big smile to Bucky’s face. “All of his kids were there, so I got a chance to meet them. We all talked for a long time, and each time I looked down at Steve, he had a smile on his face. When Dr. Cho and Bruce came to check on his vitals and asked him how he was feeling, he responded with ‘happy.’”

“That’s so good to hear. How long were you and Sam able to stay?”

“We stayed for about an hour and a half before he started to look really tired. Sam and I decided it was best to say goodbye and give him time to rest with his family. When we left, he caught my hand and asked ‘happy?’ I told him we were both happy and that I would do everything possible to keep it that way. With a light squeeze to my hand, he said ‘thank you’ and we left.”

You didn’t realize you were holding in a sigh until you let it out, but you were filled with so much relief knowing their visit went well. “I’m so glad you were able to see him, Bucky. Are you thinking you want to go back up later this week to see him again?”

The sad smile on Bucky’s face tells you everything you need to know. “I’m so sorry, beautiful, but we got a call from Dr. Cho on the way back. Steve passed away.” With a fresh set of tears streaming down your face, you cuddle into Bucky’s side in search of comfort. “He fell asleep right after we left and he went peacefully in his sleep.”

After a few minutes, you pull away just enough to look up at Bucky. “I’m sad Steve’s gone, but I’m thankful for everything else that’s happened since last night.”

“Me too, beautiful. I’m so glad I listened to you and got to see him one last time.”

For the next few minutes, you laid together and processed everything from the last few hours. After a while, Bucky broke the silence.

“Did you know Steve named a kid after me?”

Gasping, you look up at him. “He did?”

“Yeah,” you startle hearing Sam’s voice at the door. “And I only got mentioned in a middle name. Can you believe that?”

Leave it to Sam to know exactly how to lighten the mood.

While you wait for your parents to arrive, Bucky and Sam fill you in on Steve and his kids. For the first time in years, you find it freeing to talk about the past without having to stop and dwell on the negative. Who would’ve thought you’d have Steve to thank for that.

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The head chef’s best friend.

A/N: This has been in the works for a while, another longer one and I hope you all enjoy! This character has a few features added but I have tried to keep it inclusive (she’s shorter than him and has long hair) 💕

Warnings: Swearing, smut (minors do not engage), oral (m receiving), fingering, sex.

W/C: 9.4K

Tom had met her for the first time when the family had gone for a meal at the new restaurant and golf retreat Sam had gotten the head chef job at. Tom instantly found her attractive, the way she carried herself with such a confidence as she did her job, her hair held up in an almost perfect high pony tail, a pen slid between the tie and her head. She looked so effortless as she took the pen from her hair and wrote down their drinks order before placing it expertly back into it’s spot, greeting Sam with a bright and wide smile.

“Who’s that?” Tom couldn’t stop himself from asking as he watched her figure approach the bar. An effortless smile on her face as she handed the drinks cheque to her colleague. She had a black pencil skirt on that stopped perfectly and professionally between her knee and bum, a pretty black shirt to adorn her top half, tights covering her legs and a pair of black trainers on her feet.

“That’s Y/N, assistant manager.” Sam informed his brother with a smirk. “Why ask?”

“Oh,” Tom cleared his throat. “I was just curious, she doesn’t seem to be wearing the uniform.” Tom tried to cover himself.

“You know, if she catches you staring any longer she might bar you.” Sam teased and Tom blushed a deep shade of red before covering his face with his menu.

“Not staring.”

Another waitress appeared with their drinks and Tom found himself somewhat disappointed, he’d wanted to see her again, something about her was drawing him in. She returned not long after to take a food order.

“Are we ready to order? Or would you like another few minutes?” She asked with a bright smile that Tom was becoming progressively more attracted to.

“I think so.” Harry said as he closed his menu and placed it on the table.

“What can I get for you?” She asked as she pulled her pen from her hair for the second time that evening, placing the nib towards the paper in her hand. The orders went in and she soon disappeared again much to Tom’s disappointment. He found himself seeking her out on the busy evening, waitresses and waiters coming and going as they cleared plates and kept their drinks topped up.

It was nearing the end of dinner service and Tom watched as she sent members of staff home, thanking them for their hard work that evening, it had been busy, the buzz of a new establishment still thick in the air.

“So how’d you do it?” She asked Sam as tables began leaving, only a few left as people enjoyed their drinks after a wonderful meal.

“What?” Sam asked in a teasing manner and Tom watched as she threw her head back in a laugh.

“Get Saturday night off, three weeks after we opened.” She stated and Sam laughed along as he shrugged.

“My kitchen, my rota.” He teased and she giggled, Tom was in awe of her beauty and how well she was handling herself, it didn’t take a genius to see the tired behind her eyes but she wasn’t letting on.

“Fair point,” she giggled as her attention was drawn to the young member of staff that had waited patiently for their conversation to end, she looked no older than eighteen.

“Y/N/N, is it okay if I head off?” She asked somewhat timidly, it was clear it was her first job and the smile Y/N gave her indicated as much, it was comforting, warm. She looked at her watched before smiling at the young girl.

“Of course, don’t worry about the twenty five minutes, just put on the time sheet you finished at ten.” She smiled and the young girl nodded before hurrying towards the staff room.

“She’s so shy.” Sam observed and she hummed in response.

“She’ll get there, I remember my first job, I wouldn’t say boo to a goose.” She laughed.

“Anyway, this is my family. My mum, Nikki, my dad, Dom.” Sam started as he introduced his family members to her one by one, she smiled and nodded in response as he did. “And this is my oldest brother Tom.” Sam finished and her eyes locked properly with his for the first time that evening. Her eyes were captivating, a warmth behind them, something so inviting about that warmth, she looked at people as if she’d known them her entire life.

“Lovely to meet you all.” She said smoothly, easily. The years she’d worked in customer service evident. It felt as though she meant every word, she was about to speak as she watched a group of young men pile towards the bar.

“Looks like a fun night for you.” Sam teased and she laughed lightly as she shook her head.

“Better go and help them.” She said as she hastily made her way towards the bar, expertly pulling pints and making drinks as she laughed with her customers. Tom could tell she genuinely enjoyed her job, that an element of her customer service wasn’t forced.

“How old is she?” Tom asked before his brain could catch up, Sam smirked as he looked at his brother.

“She turned 25 last month.” Sam confirmed and Tom looked at his brother in shock. He assumed you just looked really young for your age.

“That’s young for an assistant manager.”

“Oh, she’s amazing, honestly. She’s so driven and just amazing at her job, really kind. Won’t ask the staff to do anything she won’t do herself but don’t piss her off.” Sam laughed and Nikki smiled. “She’s a little fire cracker when you get on the wrong side of her.”

“I can’t imagine her being anything other than polite.” Dom said and Nikki nodded in agreement. Tom kept quiet not wanting his clear attraction to her to become any more obvious.

“I give these lads an hour before she’s kicked them out.” Sam laughed as he leaned back in his seat. “Honestly, I love working with her, she actually listens you know? Cares, wants staff to be happy as well as making the place better.” Sam shrugged.

“Sounds like someone has a crush.” Harry teased and Tom’s heart plummeted more than it should have done considering he’d hardly said ten words to her.

“Nah, she’s amazing, honestly but no. She’s just a work colleague and friend.” Sam said, eye catching Tom’s almost in reassurance, almost telling Tom it was okay to pursue her.

The night went on a little longer, Paddy growing tired as the conversation started to dry out, Nikki and Dom opting to take him home.

“It’s fine, I’ll grab the bill.” Tom reassured as Dom tried to hand over some cash to cover their meal. Harry had decided to head off with them, leaving Sam and Tom alone.

“You know, just to get it out there,” Sam started. “She’s a good friend, if all you want is to sleep with her I suggest you don’t.” Sam said and Tom furrowed his brows.

“Sam, I’m not like that, you know that.”

“I know, I know. But I also appreciate that one night stands happen. She doesn’t do one night stands so if that’s all your attraction is please just let it go.”

“Sam, I think she’s pretty, truly I do but you work with her and I wouldn’t want to make anything awkward for you. I had no intention of pursuing her.” Tom admitted and Sam nodded. “Besides, I’m not like that, you have nothing to worry about.”

Both Tom and Sam where broken from their conversation as they heard a glass smash, heads snapping towards the noise. Two of the young men had started to row, their voices growing loud quickly. It looked as though one had knocked the other’s pint from his hand.

“Boys.” Tom heard as she warned from her spot behind the bar.

“This should be good.” Sam said as he clapped his hands and turned his full attention to the scene before him. Tom couldn’t explain it as he watched her move from behind the bar but he wanted to approach, make sure she was okay. The two men continued to row, voices growing louder as their faces turned an angry shade of red.

“Right, I think that’s enough. Out.” She demanded, tone stern as her face hardened. She still looked beautiful even though she was clearly annoyed.

“He started it.” One of the men said as he pointed a finger in the other’s direction. Wrong move as the bar gasped, the other man wrapping his hand around the accusers wrist. She was too close to the action, Tom’s body seemingly acting of it’s own accord as he stood and made his way over to the bar area, Sam in tow.

“Let her.” Sam said as he placed a hand on Tom’s shoulder.

The men had erupted into a fight, one of the barmen making his way out of the bar. Tom watched with astonishment as she placed herself between the two fighting men, hand placed firmly on one of their chests.

“That is enough.” She said loudly and firmly and Tom had to admit he was impressed. Not an ounce of fear in her actions. The men stopped, eyeing each other angrily, trying to move around her but she stopped them at every attempt, neither man dare through a punch now she was in the middle. Sam made his way past Tom, standing next to her as he placed his hand on the opposite man’s shoulder.

“I think you should head home.” Sam spoke calmly.

“Why am I being kicked out? That fucking prick started it.” The man said and Tom watched as the other man’s face grew angry at the insult. He no longer cared there was a woman between them as he stepped forward, taking her with him, Tom was quick to act as he grasped her wrist and pulled her out of the way. She hit his chest with force as he pulled her into him, he steadied her as she placed her hands on his chest. Sam and the other bar tender had managed to restrain the two men as one of the women behind the bar held the phone to her ear, presumably calling the police.

“Sorry.” Tom mumbled as he let go of her, stepping back.

“I, thank you.” She smiled and Tom returned the gesture.

“I shouldn’t have gotten involved. You probably had that.” Tom said, he couldn’t explain his need to get her out of the way and he prayed to god she didn’t ask.

“I appreciate it, thank you.” She smiled as the two men continued to fight in the workers grasp, more staff appearing to restrain the men.

“Y/N, are you okay?” The barmaid rushed over to her boss. So that was her full name.

“Yeah, a little shaken up but yeah.” She replied and Tom had only just noticed the slight shake to her hand. “Okay guys, I think that’s it for the evening, if you’d like to finish your drinks and head out.” She suddenly said to the people in the bar. It wasn’t long before the police turned up, taking the men away as the bar cleared slowly.

“Fucking Saturday nights.” The barmaid groaned as the last person left. Her eyes locked with Tom’s as she realised she still had a customer. “Sorry.” She said sheepishly.

“It’s okay, I’m just waiting for Sam.” Tom said and she nodded. He watched as Y/N cleaned up, laughing with her colleague, that carefree attitude back.

“I hope that’s not going to be a weekly occurrence.” Y/N laughed as she finished mopping the bar.

“How do you do it?” Her colleague suddenly asked and he watched as she shrugged.

“Years of practice I guess. I’d rather split up a fight between men than women.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, last time I had to split up a fight between two women, I got a smack to the cheek.” She laughed as she shook her head slightly. “Okay, you guys head off, I only need to set the alarm.” She smiled as the staff said their good nights and filtered out. “Thanks for that.” She said as she sat next to Sam.

“Anytime.” Sam answered effortlessly as he playfully nudged her shoulder. “Although I doubt you actually needed me.” Sam teased.

“I don’t know, I was shitting it.” She laughed as her attention turned to Tom. “Thank you, seriously. I really appreciated that.” She said again, completely sincere.

“Did you drive in?” Sam asked and she shook her head.

“Walked. Was a nice day when I set off.” She said and Sam nodded.

“Want us to walk you back?” Sam asked.

“Nah, wouldn’t wanna ruin a brother’s night out.” She laughed as she stood, watching the last staff member leave.

“You wouldn’t be.” Tom spoke quickly and Sam looked at him, playful glint to his eye. “It’s dark out, we should make sure you get home safe.”

With reluctance she agreed, walking between the two Holland brother’s as the night air grew chillier. Tom watched as she ran a hand down her arm and wished he had a jacket he could offer her. When they saw she was safely home, they started to make their way back to their own home.

“I don’t mind you know.” Sam spoke.

“What?”

“You and Y/N/N. If you like her go for it, ask her out.” Sam shrugged.

“I don’t even know her.”

“Tom, I’ve seen that look before. Come on, I’m your brother.” Sam laughed.

“Look, I really wouldn’t want to ruin a workplace relationship for you.” Tom sighed and Sam shrugged.

“She’s professional you know. She wouldn’t bring it into work and besides what makes you think it wouldn’t work out.”

“It’s not just that, say it did work out. Couples fight Sam.” Tom huffed and Sam laughed.

“See the fact that you’re mentioning couples tells me that you are in no way gonna stick to that bullshit about my workplace relationship. You just don’t wanna admit that she’s captured your full attention so quickly.” Sam laughed as he placed the key into the door of their home.

It would be two weeks before he saw Y/N again, he’d gone to play golf with Harry and Dom when she caught his eye. They were on the fourth hole when he saw her walk up the golf green, box of water in her arms, it was hot out, the sun beating down. He watched as she huffed, struggling slightly as the box slipped, her knee jerking out quickly as she caught it.

“It’s your shot.” Harry started as he watched his brother place his club back into his bag and make his way over to the familiar looking member of management. “Oh.” He laughed and Dom shook his head.

“You okay?” Tom asked as he approached her, she shrieked slightly as the box fell from her grasp, hand placing itself on her chest. “Sorry.” Tom said quickly and he watched as she started to laugh.

“You scared me.” She giggled as she bent down to pick up the box.

“Let me.” Tom said as he took it from her grasp.

“I don’t think I can afford to pay you by the hour, I imagine you’re expensive.” She teased, “big Hollywood actor and all.”

“It’s a favour.” Tom shrugged and he watched as she raised an eyebrow.

“I think I owe you one.” She laughed.

“Where is this going?” Tom asked and she smiled as she pointed towards the drinks hut, one of many that where located around the green.

“Honestly I can take it.” She smiled and Tom shook his head as he made his way towards the hut, Y/N in tow. They walked in silence, a comfortable one as Tom took the box and placed it into the hut.

“Thank you, you really didn’t have to.” She spoke with a wide smile and Tom decided that the smile was all the gratification he needed. She unloaded the box quickly, placing bottles of water into the fridge and the member of staff working thanked her profusely, the day was so hot that the only beverage anyone wanted was water.

“No problem,” she responded with a kind smile. “Let me know if you need more, okay?” She said as she turned, a bottle of water in hand. “Here,” she said as she handed Tom the cold beverage who took it with a ‘thanks.’ She made her way back out and onto the green, sighing heavily.

“You seem tired.” Tom pointed out and she looked at him with a laugh as they walked back towards Harry and Dom.

“Yeah, it’s been a long day. Can’t seem to get water to these huts quick enough.” She said lightly.

“What time do you finish?” Tom couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“6.” She stated and Tom checked his phone, it was 4 now and by the time Tom would be finished with his game it’d be about 6 anyway. He decided he’d take a shot.

“Are you doing anything tonight?”

“Yeah,” she said and Tom felt himself deflate at the information. “I owe my friends a night out.” She laughed as Harry and Dom came into view. “Why?”

“Just curious.” Tom shrugged and she nodded as they came to a stop. She placed her hand on his shoulder to steady herself, extending onto her tiptoes as she placed a kiss to Tom’s cheek. Tom’s heart instantly exploded with feelings and he had to fight the urge to pull her into him and kiss her properly. He had never felt anything so quickly for another person in his life.

“Thank you for helping me out, again.” She smiled as she placed herself back onto her feet. “I really appreciate it.” She said with a smile before her phone rang and she excused herself to answer it.

Tom couldn’t help but watch her walk away, the light swing to her hips, the confidence she radiated as she walked. He was in awe of her, he wanted to know everything about her, what her favourite colour is, who her best friend is, anything she’d reveal to him.

“I think you’re in love.” Harry interrupted his thoughts and Tom’s head snapped to his brother’s.

“Shut up.” Tom said as he pushed his brother lightly.

“We’ve been waiting for ten minutes for you to take your shot, please tell me you at least asked her out?”

Tom grumbled out an incoherent response as he made his way back to the game he was playing before he became blissfully distracted by the woman he was finding himself gravitating towards.

“You got way to distracted there mate, where on earth was your head today? Worst game I’ve ever seen you play.” Harry teased as they settled into the bar stools that littered around the pubs bar.

“Just thinking about other things.” Tom huffed, his game hadn’t gone half as smoothly as he wanted, eyes wandering in hopes of finding another glimpse of her.

“I bet it was a someone.” Sam interrupted. “Did my lovely manager happen to make an appearance?”

“Now that you mention it Sam, she did.” Harry hummed and Tom flipped them both off.

“Just ask her out.” Sam shrugged.

“Sam I’ve met her twice.” Tom stated matter of factly.

“So, I’d only met Grace a few times before I asked her out.” Harrison shrugged. “When you know you know.”

“Know what?” Tom asked with furrowed brows.

“When you’ve found your person.” Tuwaine piped up and Tom waved them off.

“Just drop it.”

The night went as they always did when the boys went out drinking, laughs and teasing being thrown around the table they had now moved to.

“Sam!” Everyone’s head snapped to the new voice that had approached the table. Tom’s heart rate picking up as he saw who it was that had found them.

“Y/N/N, how are you doing?” Sam smiled as he stood to hug his co-worker.

“I’m a little bit drunk.” She laughed as she wobbled slightly. “And I’ve lost my friends.” She furrowed her brows, something about her drunken state had Tom smiling, she looked more carefree.

“Wanna join until you find them?” Sam asked and she furrowed her brows as she shook her head, she looked fucking adorable, Tom thought.

“I’m not gonna interrupt boys night.” She said with a giggle. “I don’t wanna interrupt your talks of conquested women or what your favourite sex positions are.” She giggled and Tom almost spat his drink out as he laughed at her boldness.

“We tend not to talk about those sorts of things.” Tuwaine laughed and her eyebrows shot up.

“Seriously? I thought that what most boys talked about.”

“Not us, it’s kinda disrespectful. We don’t see women as conquests or divulge our sexual endeavors.” Harrison smiled and a genuine look of surprise spread across her features.

“You could teach my ex and his friends a thing or two.” She said with sincerity and that damn smile Tom loved.

“Come on, we don’t mind.” Sam said as he gestured for her to sit.

“Not at all. Right Tom?” Harry asked with a teasing glance.

“No, you’re more than welcome to join.” Tom smiled at her and she looked at Sam who nodded in comfort.

“Honestly, you’re not interrupting anything and I wouldn’t feel great about leaving you to fend for yourself considering you’re a little drunk and have lost your friends.” Sam said and she smiled again before plopping down next to Tom, the only seat left available, Tom finding himself thankful for that fact.

Her perfume filling his senses and he felt intoxicated by it, by her. Her hair was down, Tom finding himself wanting to reach behind her and play with it. Wondering what it would be like to run his fingers through it, it looked so soft and well taken care of. The dress she had on had ridden up her thighs slightly.

“Thank you again for the other day and today.” She interrupted his thoughts.

“Anytime darling.” Tom smiled and she snorted.

“Darling? Do you call all the women that?”

“Only the pretty ones.” Tom found himself saying with a smirk as she threw her head back in a laugh.

“Charming.” She said as Sam placed a drink in front of her and she thanked him.

“So how long have you been in a management position?” He asked, his attention fully on her now as she sipped her drink and placed it back on the table.

“6 months.” She said and Tom’s eyebrows shot up.

“Seriously? I thought you’d have been doing it longer.” He said and she shrugged as she turned her body more towards him.

“Well, I’ve worked in hospitality for a long time. I’ve learned a lot of what needs to be learnt and James gave me the opportunity to try out management.” She shrugged. Tom knew James was the guy who’d run the last place and bought this new one.

“So did you work with Sam before?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, I was a supervisor who made manager and then about a month ago he bought the new place and moved me and Sam there.” She smiled.

“So who’s the general manager then? If you’re assistant.”

“James, so I’m kinda in charged because he has two businesses to run.” She said as she sipped her drink again. “And what does Tom Holland do when he’s not filming?” She shifted the conversation to him.

“Play golf, see family, chill out. Nothing exciting.” He said and she laughed.

“That’s gotta be a lie. You’re rich and famous, you must get up to all sorts.” She teased as she playfully nudged his shoulder with her own.

“No, I’m a pretty easily entertained guy.” He laughed. “How’d you even know I was famous?” Tom asked and almost cringed at the word, a look of pure shock spreading over her features.

“Tom, you are spiderman. Who doesn’t know who you are?” She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I enjoyed the devil all the time by the way.” She smiled.

“Yeah?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, really good.” She shrugged. “Sorry, I must sound like I’m only interested in the famous Tom Holland, I’m just genuinely intrigued.” She snorted and Tom knew it was true, he’d met his fair share of women who were only interested in his fame and she wasn’t the same.

They continued to get to know each other, laughing and giggling as the night went on, they’d gravitated towards one another at some point. A healthy amount of distance but enough that people around them could see the clear interest for each other.

“I’m gonna head off.” Sam said and Tom had almost forgotten it wasn’t just him and Y/N at the table.

“Okay mate. I think I’ll join you.” Tuwaine said as they both got up to leave. Saying their good byes as they did.

“Well I think I’m ready for the club.” Harry said as he looked around the table for anyone else who might have been interested.

“I’m coming.” Harrison said as he excitedly got up. “You guys coming?” He asked Y/N and Tom.

“Nah, clubbing isn’t really my thing.” She said as she smiled at the boys. “Thanks for the invite though.”

“No problem.” Harrison smiled, “Tom?”

“No, I’m gonna stay here, not feeling the club tonight.” Tom said, he really didn’t wanna leave her.

“Alright, well you guys have fun, but not too much fun.” Harry said with a wink as he and Harrison disappeared from the pub.

They carried on getting to know one another, Tom finding himself completely drawn to her in a way he’d never experienced before. It was like she was working her way into his heart without having to try, she was so effortless in that way.

“Well,” she said with a yawn and stretch of her arms. “I should really consider going home.”

“I can walk you?”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that, you’ve already given up your evening to entertain me.”

“Given up? It wasn’t a chore darling.” He smiled and she smiled, leaning closer to him. Their faces inches apart before her phone rang and Tom cursed the device as she scrambled to answer it.

“Hey,” she said. “No, I don’t know, I lost you guys in the last place. No, I wasn’t on my own, I found some company. Not like that! I bumped into Sam and his brothers and friends. Yes.” She said with a furrow. “Yeah, he’s here. No, it’s not like that!” She suddenly laughed into the phone and Tom wanted to know what they were talking about. “Okay, well I’ll see you guys for lunch tomorrow, love you, bye.” She finished as she put the phone down. “Sorry.” She shifted her attention back to Tom.

“It’s okay. That your friend?” He asked gesturing to her phone and she nodded. They got up, making their way outside and into the cold air.

“Fuck.” She muttered as she ran her hands over her arms, the light jacket she had put on doing nothing for her warmth. Her teeth started to chatter and Tom found it adorable.

“Here.” He said as he took his jacket off and placed it around her shoulders before she could protest.

“You’re such a gentleman.” She teased as she wrapped herself up in the jacket. “You sure you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“No I don’t.” He smiled.

“Any girl would snap you up quickly.” She said. “You’re so lovely.” She continued, her words slightly slurred, her arm linking with his own as they made their way down the pavement.

“Well I’m surprised you don’t have a boyfriend.” He said and she giggled.

“I did but he was a dick. I need someone as nice as you are.” She laughed, “if I had the opportunity I’d snap someone like you up.” She smiled as she turned to him, they stopped outside the door to her home. Tom’s heart was bursting in his chest at her words.

“What if you had the opportunity?” He said as he slid his jacket back on, they were close again, unbelievably so. She licked her lips as she opened and closed her mouth as if she was about to say something.

“I don’t think someone like you would be interested in someone like me.” She spoke, hands on his chest as his slid onto her waist.

“What if I’m telling you that you’re wrong?” He said and their faces inched closer together, her breath fanning his face as his eyes flicked between her own and her lips. She suddenly sighed out as she placed her head on his chest.

“I’m sorry, I don’t do one night stands. As much as I would love to have you for a night it’s not something I do.” She said as she shook her head and Tom wrapped his arms around her frame as he held her to his chest.

“Go on a date with me?” Tom asked, he was far more interested in her than simply just sleeping with her. Her head shot up as she looked him in the eye.

“You want to take me on a date?” She asked and Tom sighed out as he ran a hand through her hair.

“I think I’ve just given you clear indication that I do.” He laughed.

“I thought you were saying all that to get into my bed.” She laughed back, a smile gracing her lips.

“Darling, I’m not like that. I wanna take you on a proper date, do all that cheesy shit people do. If you’re not ready to sleep with me until six months from now, I don’t care. I wanna get to know you for you, not to get you into bed.” He reassured and she smiled as she stood back from him.

“I’m free on Sunday night.” She said and Tom nodded as he leant forward, hand on her cheek and placed a kiss to her other.

“I’ll see you on Sunday night then darling.”

“You seem happier than usual.” Sam smirked as she entered the kitchen two days later.

“What?” She asked with a hum as she placed the dirty plates onto the pot wash area.

“Have fun with my brother?” He asked and she smiled shyly as she nodded.

“Yeah I um, I like him, he’s nice.” She mumbled out and Sam laughed as a waitress took the next plates of food out.

“Nice? Y/N, really nice.” He asked with a teasing tone and she smiled at him.

“Yeah, I really like him.” She said and then realisation spread across her features. “Wait, I hadn’t thought, he’s your brother. I probably shouldn’t be going on a date with him.” She panicked and Sam’s eyebrows shot up.

“Good too know he grew a pair of balls and asked you.” He nodded as she locked eyes with him. “I’m happy for you, honestly, I’m cool with it.” Sam said and she nodded as she left the kitchen.

The pair went on a few dates, had lots of fun but nothing really progressed from there, they were both taking it slow and enjoying doing so. Enjoying each other’s company and everything appeared to be going well for the pair.

“So when is it you’re next away?” She asked as she sipped from her wine glass.

“Not for a while. I’m having a break.” He said and she nodded as she finished her meal.

“That was amazing.” She complimented, “not quite Sam’s cooking but amazing none the less.”

“Tom?” A voice interrupted their meal and they both snapped their attention to the female that had approached, Tom’s face paling slightly as she did.

“Kelly, hi.” Tom said, almost awkwardly, she could sense there was a history but it was none of her business so she tried to tune them out as they conversed. “Sorry,” Tom said as he placed his hand on hers when Kelly had left. “Ex.” He said and she made a face of understanding before they continued with their evening.

Y/N went to the toilet before they left, Tom was taking her to a funfair that was in town for the weekend. She stopped in her tracks as she caught sight of them, Kelly had returned and had her hand on his forearm, she couldn’t see Tom, his back facing her. “Don’t think into it.” She told herself as she continued to make her back to Tom. Her heart breaking as she watched Kelly pull him into a kiss, her face falling as tears welled in her eyes.

She stormed back to the table, picking up her bag as she did before storming out of the restaurant. Tears cascading down her cheeks as the cold air had them sticking to her face.

“Y/N, wait.” She heard Tom’s voice but that only made her walk faster. She didn’t want to hear it. “Y/N!” Tom’s desperate voice was now much closer as she realised she couldn’t outrun him or outwalk him, his longer legs giving him the advantage. She spun around to look at him.

“I’m not interested.” She stated as he caught up, his hand grabbing her wrist.

“That wasn’t what it looked like.” He said desperately, his eyes searching her own as she scoffed.

“It never is, is it?” She mocked as she harshly wiped at her face and then ripped her wrist from Tom’s grip. “I don’t even know why I’m so upset, it’s not like we ever did anything. You never asked me out officially but jesus christ Tom if you just wanted to be friends you should have said so.” She shouted at him.

“Darling, I don’t want to be just friends.” He said desperately.

“Should have thought about that before you went kissing your ex.” She said. “Just leave me alone Tom and don’t follow me.” She said as she turned and walked away.

She fell into her flat, closing the door as she threw her shoes off, collapsing into the couch, making Nala, her faithful and trust cat jump.

“Sorry baby.” She muttered as she pulled the cat onto her lap. The tears never ceasing as cried over her heartbreak. She’d fallen for him fast, it was hard not to given the connection they had, she huffed out in frustration as her phone continuously buzzed, could he not leave her alone? She picked it up, many missed calls from him and a few texts.

At least let me know you got home safe.

Was the last message from him, she fired back a quick ‘yes’ before shutting her phone off for the night. Finding a ridiculous rom com that she could cry over for the night as she tried to fix the ache in her heart.

“How was last night?” Sam asked as she walked into the staff room for her break.

“Shit, I don’t wanna talk about it.” She answered and Sam furrowed his brows.

“What happened?” He asked and she fell back into the chair and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Your brother’s a dickhead, no offence.” She said and Sam’s furrow deepened.

“What did he do?” He asked carefully and she sighed out.

“Sam, I really don’t wanna talk about it okay? He’s your brother and I don’t want you to get involved, it’s over okay?” She said with a kind but sad smile and Sam nodded in response as he pulled her into a hug. “This doesn’t change the way we work okay?” She said as they pulled away.

“Not at all.” Sam smiled and she patted his shoulder before digging into her lunch.

“Tom what the hell happened?” Sam asked as his brother opened the door, Sam couldn’t let it lie as he watched Y/N mope around the work place, he wanted to know what had happened and made his way over to Tom’s straight after work.

“Kelly.” Tom said and Sam’s jaw dropped.

“What? She’s back?” Sam asked and Tom nodded.

“Yeah and she saw us together, did her usual routine of telling me how much she missed me.” Tom said as they both plopped down onto his couch.

“Okay, but I don’t see how that affects the two of you so badly? Y/N’s more mature than that.” Sam said and Tom ran a hand through his hair.

“She kissed me.”

“Who?”

“Kelly.” Tom informed and Sam’s jaw dropped.

“She what? Why would she do that?”

“Because I’ve clearly moved on and she doesn’t like it.” Tom ranted as he tugged at his hair in frustration. “She saw.” Tom swallowed and Sam’s face dropped.

“Did you kiss her back?”

“No,” Tom said quickly. “She just kissed me, I didn’t want her to.” Tom said sadly and Sam clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“Does Y/N know the history?” He asked and Tom shook his head.

“Honestly? When I’m with her, I completely forget all the shit Kelly put me though. I really fucking like her Sam.” Tom said as he wiped at his eyes which were pooling with tears.

“Leave it with me.” Sam said as he pulled his brother into a comforting hug.

“That Tom?” Sam asked as he sat next to her, handing her the lunch he’d just made for her. Her phone had been buzzing on and off all day.

“Yeah.” She hummed out as she threw her phone into her bag.

“Maybe you should hear him out.” Sam suggested and she sighed.

“Why should I?” She said and Sam sighed, this was probably Tom’s story to tell but he knew her and how stubborn she could be.

“Look, Kelly was complicated. She’s always been a complication for him.” Sam started.

“Looks like I was lucky I got out when I did.”

“No, she strung him along, for a long time, coming in and out of his life. Dropping him when she got bored, she never loved him, he loved her though. He’d just about gotten over her when he met you and I think you took his mind off her completely, he really likes you.”

“Then why did he kiss her?” She snapped and Sam placed a hand on her shoulder as he watched her fight back tears.

“She kissed him. Trust me, after the last time she left and the way she did it he’s done with her. She really cut him up last time, slept with him and took a load of money off him. He really likes you, Y/N/N. She kissed him, he didn’t reciprocate, don’t take this the wrong way but he would have rejected that kiss whether you were in the picture or not.” Sam informed her.

“Oh.”

Y/N hadn’t checked her phone all day, wanting to avoid Tom until she’d finished work. She was making her way back from her last job of the day when he caught her eye. He was playing golf with Harrison, looking as though he was half heartedly enjoying it as they finished the last hole. She couldn’t help as she gravitated towards the two men.

“Well that was honestly shit Tom, you were not in that at all.” Harrison teased as he placed his bag into the cart. “I’ll um, I’ll see you back at the bar or tomorrow or whatever.” Harrison muttered as he caught sight of her approaching.

“What?” Tom asked as he turned and made eye contact with her. “Oh.” He breathed out as Harrison disappeared. “Hey, I um, I did text you to say I’d be here.”

“I haven’t checked my phone.” She shrugged as she carefully and slowly approached him.

“I’m sorry.” He breathed out and she smiled sadly at him.

“Me too, Sam, um,” she cleared her throat as she took her hair down from it’s high pony tail, her hair cascading down her back and Tom wanted so badly to pull her into his chest. “He told me about Kelly, about what happened.” She continued and Tom nodded his head.

“She kissed me, I swear to god. I wouldn’t do that to you, you have no idea how much I like you.” He said and she smiled at him.

“I really like you too Tom and I should have heard you out and for that I’m sorry.” She said as she stood in front of him.

“No, I get it. God knows hoe I’d have felt if I’d seen you kissing another man.” Tom said and she smiled at him as she reached up to place a kiss to his cheek. “We good?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah.”

“You doing anything tonight?” He asked and she shook her head.

“No, I was gonna have a bath and watch a film.” She informed and Tom smiled, happy to be back in a good place with her.

“You ever played?” He asked and she shook her head.

“No, to say I work at a golf resort, I’m terrible at the sport. I’ve swung a couple times but nothing to write home about.” She laughed.

“Wanna learn?”

“I don’t know, are you a good teacher?” She teased and he bot his lip as he laughed and shook his head.

“We’ll see won’t we.”

She was terrible Tom found out quickly. Absolutely atrocious at his much loved sport and he couldn’t help the laugh that fell from his lips as he watched her continuously swing for the ball and miss.

“What are you trying to hit?” Tom teased.

“Thin air apparently.” She laughed as she turned to look at him, the sun setting somewhere behind her and it only added to her beauty.

“Here.” Tom said as he approached her, hands slipping down to hold her own. Her breath hitched at how close he was, how good he smelt, god she’d missed him in the time she’d not been speaking to him. “More like this.” He said quietly as he repositioned her hands. “Keep your eye on the ball before you swing for it.”

With his guidance she managed to actually hit the ball, although how far it went was definitely testament to the fact that Tom was helping her. She expected him to move away from her but he didn’t, hands staying on her hips as she dropped his club, one hand placed on his hand and the other moving to run through his hair. His head was placed on her shoulder and her breathing became more irregular, this was the closest they’d been since they started talking.

Not an inch of space between the two, as placed a careful and tentative kiss to her neck. She breathed out in content as she turned her head, their lips inches apart. She’d missed him and he’d missed her.

“I missed you.“ Tom started before her lips found his, interrupting him as she placed her lips against his own. It took him seconds to respond as he placed his lips more firmly against hers, his hand moving to place over her stomach as her hand tightened in his hair. He groaned slightly at the feeling and she couldn’t help the way it made her feel, arousal burning up in her stomach at the sound. He squeezed her against him as his hand slipped under her shirt to feel the skin of her stomach, she whimpered slightly against his lips and it was the hottest sound Tom had ever heard.

“Someone has to clean that green when you’re done.” A teasing voice ripped them from their moment. She felt the embarrassment creep up on her and was glad that when she turned around it was Sam that had caught her in such a compromising position at work.

“I finished half an hour ago.” She defended herself as Sam waved her off.

“Yeah, I know. You’re secret is safe with me.” Sam said as Tom discreetly placed his hand back over her shirt and kissed her temple.

“Let me take you home.” Tom said as Sam wandered off and they were yet again left alone. She nodded in response as she collected herself and followed him to his car. “Want me to drop you back off for your car tomorrow?” He asked and she shook her head.

“Didn’t drive in today.” She responded as she took his hand and placed it in her lap as she ran a hand up and down his arm. “I’m really sorry.” She said and Tom looked at her with furrowed brows.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. It was a misunderstanding, they happen.” He offered sweetly and she smiled.

“I’m sorry about what Kelly did to you.” She muttered and Tom sighed.

“Yeah, it was horrible but partly my fault, I kept letting her back in.”

“There’s no shame in wanting to see the good in people. Hell, I did it for ages with my ex, should’ve gotten rid of him ages before I did.”

“What happened?” He asked as he pulled into her driveway and they made their way up to her flat.

“Nothing really to report back, he was just a dick.” She shrugged as she unlocked her door. “Sorry it’s a bit of a mess, I didn’t expect visitors.” She smiled sheepishly as she made her way into the flat.

Tom had never been into her flat, it was warm, welcoming, very much reflecting its owner. He took note of the pictures scattered around the room, some with friends, some with family. A few from work Christmas parties. Tom jumped as he felt something brush up against his leg.

“Oh sorry, that’s Nala.” Y/N laughed as she scooped the furry animal into her arms. “She’s friendly, I promise.” She said as she took in Tom’s look of skepticism. “Is this where I find out it can never work because I have a cat?” She teased.

“Yeah, sorry. It was fun while it lasted.” Tom played along and amusement glinted in her eyes.

They caught up, made food together, ate and cleaned up together, it was so domestic for a pair who’d only kissed once. Although that changed and they found themselves drawn to each other and stealing kisses every so often as the night progressed. They watched a film together before Tom left and went home, the taste of her lips still on his own.

They continued on as they had before, going on dates growing closer than they had been and generally enjoying one another’s company. It was a few weeks later when they found themselves in her flat again, having just shared a take away.

“That was pretty good, still not as good my local but good.” She laughed as she took in Tom’s look of horror.

“That was way better!” He defended as he stroked Nala, he’d become somewhat attached to your feline.

“Okay,” she rolled her eyes playfully as she sat in his lap, straddling him. How they’d gotten into this position was beyond them but neither one cared. Nala disappeared, presumably to go to bed, it was later on in the evening.

“I never officially asked you to be my girlfriend.” Tom said after a moment of silence.

“No,” she hummed, “you didn’t, what if another man came and snapped me up?” She teased and he playfully nipped at her collarbones as he hummed.

“I don’t think you’re going anywhere.” Tom teased back and she ran her fingers through his hair.

“No? It would be nice to be asked though.” She laughed and he hummed again as his fingers dug into her hips.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“I suppose so.” She teased and he scoffed before pulling back to look at her. Eyes dancing with amusement.

“You suppose so?” Tom hummed as he pulled her closer, lips brushing her own for a moment before he pressed them firmly against hers. The sexual tension between the two had been mounting the more time they spent alone. Many make out session that had resulted in one of them pulling back and composing themselves but tonight felt different. His tongue traced her bottom lip as she granted him entrance, their tongues dancing together as they fought for dominance that Tom won.

He used his hands to grind her down onto his lap and she moaned against him at the contact. He groaned as she started moving her hips of her own accord, rubbing herself against his hardening length as she grew more aroused at the contact. She pulled back for air and Tom placed kisses to her shoulder. It wasn’t long before she removed his shirt and pressed her lips against his neck, breaking off as he removed her top.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Tom groaned as she placed kisses down his chest, moving herself until she was on the floor between his legs. She looked up at him through her lashes as her hands went to his belt, his hands placing themselves over her own. “We don’t have to.”

“I want to.” She said as she continued to undo his belt, it wasn’t long before Tom was completely naked as her fist grasped the base of his cock. “Fuck.” She muttered before encasing the tip in her mouth, Tom groaning as she did, hips bucking up and she gagged slightly as his tip hit the back of her throat.

“Sorry.” Tom muttered as she waved him off and started moving against his cock. His hands grasped a fistful off her hair as she continued to run her tongue down his shaft before encasing it into her mouth again, every action bringing him closer to his release. His hands started to tighten in her hair as his moans filled her otherwise silent living room, fighting the urge to buck up into her.

“Shit, if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.” He said and he almost lost it as she peered up at him through her lashes, eyes blown wide with lust, her mouth and tongue moving faster against him until he moaned her name and his white hot cum slipped down her throat. Tom was heaving as she climbed back into his lap, completely blown away by his orgasm.

She waited for him to come round, his eyes finding hers and they matched the lust blown ones she held. His hands found her back as he unclipped her bra and threw it across the living room, placing his hand over one of her breasts as his fingers toyed with her nipple and she moaned out as his lips encased her other. She ground down onto him and he found himself hard again, almost instantly as he moved her onto her back, hands finding the waistband of her shorts as he pulled them down her legs.

Her underwear followed and now the two where naked before each other. He smiled down at her as he came back up to face her.

“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed out before his lips found hers, tongues clashing as they engaged in a sloppy and heated kiss, he bit her bottom lip as he pulled back for air, hand trailing down her body. She bucked her hips against his thigh to create friction and Tom groaned at how wet she felt as she round into his thigh. “Fuck. You’re so hot.” He said as his fingers dipped into her cunt.

“Tom.” She moaned out as he pulled his fingers from her and placed them on her clit. His fingers moving teasingly slow as her face twisted with pleasure. “Tom please, I need more.” She whimpered out as she ground up into his hand and it was the hottest thing Tom had ever witnessed. His lips finding her neck as he sped up his movements on her clit.

She could feel her orgasm brewing, she could feel the pleasure rise as his fingers continued to make tight circles on her clit. He was sucking at her neck, biting as he used his tongue to soothe the slight sting and she became a moaning mess underneath him as her orgasm approached.

“Come on baby, let me hear it.” He said into her ear after successfully marked her. “Let it out.” Tom muttered and she did, practically screaming his name over as her senses became clouded, vision blurring as she threw her head back and let the pleasure take over. “You are the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.” Tom said and meant it, “come on baby, cum for me.” He said and she did, hard.

Her orgasm washing over her as he rubbed her clit through the feeling, completely in awe of how hot and beautiful she looked. So vulnerable underneath him, for him and it filled him with a feeling in his chest, he’d not felt for a long time and as she came down from her high and her eyes connected with his, he knew he was in love with her. Completely and utterly gone for her.

“Hi.” She said as she came to and Tom nudged her cheek with his nose.

“Hey.” He said as he shifted his weight so his elbows were planted next to her head.

They stayed like that for a moment, as the shared sweet kisses, Y/N catching her breath as she let the final aftershocks of her orgasm leave her body. It dawned on Tom that he didn’t have any condoms.

“I don’t have any condoms.” Tom informed her and she smiled.

“I have some in my bedroom.” She said as they both got up and she guided him to her bedroom, flopping down onto the bed on her back as she pointed towards her bedside table. “In there.” She informed and Tom grasped one before sliding it on.

Moving in between her legs as she opened them for him, the mood had changed slightly, it felt more lovable, more than just lust filled desires as they both looked at one another.

“You really are beautiful.” Tom breathed out as he planted his forearms next to her head, hand moving to play with strands of her hair. Tom lined himself up with her before slowly entering her, both of them sighing out in relief as he did, he gave her a minute to adjust. He rolled his hips slowly into hers, listening as she moaned at the pleasure, groaning as he did.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.” Tom said as he thrust into her slowly, shifting positions slightly to hit her g spot. “There.” Tom said as she moaned loudly in response to his find. His hands moved to interlock with her own, the moment was beautiful and full of emotions, both moaning as they felt their orgasms rise. Their eyes locked and the intimacy had them both moaning as their hearts filled. “I love you.” Tom said before he could stop himself.

“I love you Tom.” She moaned and Tom’s heart burst in his chest as he started to roll his hips into hers more forcefully, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts as they both chased their highs. It wasn’t long before they were both moaning and clinging to each other as their orgasms washed over the pair, Tom spilling into the condom as he felt her clench and unclench around him.

“Fuck.” Tom said as he collapsed on top of her, her hands finding his hair as she carefully ran them through it. “That was.” Tom breathed out.

“Amazing.” She finished for him and he nodded against her chest.

“I meant it.” Tom said and she smiled as her chest filled with nothing but love.

“Me too.”

“I love you.” Tom said again as he peppered her face with kisses. “So so much.”

“I love you too.” She giggled as he slipped out of her, taking the condom off before tying it and throwing it into the bin. He cleaned them both up and joined her in bed, he wrapped her up in his arms as they both sighed in content, both finding sleep in each other’s arms.

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years

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hey!! i love your writing sm💕 idk if you’re still taking requests or if you’re comfortable w a like platonic or father figure yandere. But how about yan! Steve Rogers where he kidnaps a teenage girl to be his daughter then shields her from the world to “protect” her kinda like rapunzel. if you don’t want to that’s no problem at all tho💕

Hi, sweetie! This is a very peculiar request, and I really, really like it! I guess I’ve made Steve a little softer than I expected, but here he is. Hope you’re going to enjoy this!

The one he cares about

Pairing: adoptive dad!Steve & Reader, Peter Parker x Reader (if you squint)

Warnings: yandere, obsession (non-romantic!), stalking, kidnapping, death of minor characters (but nothing too scary).

Words: 1870.

P.S. Just to clarify this is NOT an incest story, Steve does not harbor any romantic feelings for the reader, he loves her like a parent does.

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Pacing up and down nervously like a caged tiger, Steve threw a glance at the clock on the kitchen wall, ready to take out his cellphone and give you a call. It was just 10 pm, but he felt something wasn't going quite right. Was everything ok at that party? Were you enjoying yourself? Did you finally confess to that silly guy Steve didn't like at all? What if he had already got you, Steve's precious little daughter, into bed?

Breathing in deeply, the man tried calming himself down. You were an adult. At one point you would start dating people, and it was perfectly alright, Sam reminded him the other day. You weren't some princess locked in a tower with Steve guarding you like an angry dragon. You had the right to love and be loved, create your own family, for God's sake. When he thought of you leaving him Steve was ready to break that kitchen wall.

No, no, no, it was alright. You loved him with all your heart, and no stupid guy could take it away from Steve. He was your father. Adoptive father, of course, but he did everything he could to make you trust and love him as much as you true family. You were calling him dad, after all. And even if you eventually married someone, Steve would always stay close to help and support you - and your kids, if you ever decide to have any. At the thought of him kissing the cheeks of his cute little grandchildren Steve had finally relaxed.

Oh, was it the sound of the front door opening? As much as he wanted to rush to meet you, the man quickly put on his apron he ironed this morning and turned to the heated stove to put a meat pie in it. Alright, alright, you were already home, it was perfect.

But why so early? Steve was really generous this time and gave you till 1 am - of course, if you took a taxi, not go walking the streets in the night. Did something go wrong? Did the guy reject you? Did he take advantage of you? Did he... do something he shouldn't have?

Steve felt his blood boiling. In a second he was ready to storm out of the kitchen to beat the shit out of that bastard who was stupid enough to hurt his child.

"Hi dad! I'm home!"

As you walked in, carrying your beaded clutch in your arms and yawning tiredly, Steve put a smile on his face momentarily, assessing whether you were hurt within a couple of seconds. No, apparently, you were alright: you moved just like before; your hair wasn't ruffled, and your makeup wasn't smeared eather. He had overreacted again.

"Welcome back, sweet pea." Steve moved closer to you, giving you a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead as you giggled softly, throwing your arms around his broad back. "How did it go?"

As your face turned gloomy for a fleeting second, he knew his sixth sense wasn't lying to him: something didn't go well.

"Nah." You brushed it off as you sat on the chair, carelessly leaving your clutch on the table and stretching your legs with a loud sigh.

"What is it, sweetie?"

Furrowing his brows, Steve sat across from you, his hands folded as he stared at you with worry. Shit, did this guy try doing something funny? Did he offend you? Oh, Steve was going to have a nice talk with him, a moron who thought he could do this to his little girl and it would never come back at him. Should he call Natasha? Maybe Bucky? He knew they were still in town. No, no, he would take this matter in his own hands and go have a nice talk with that stupid ungrateful ba-

"It's alright, I swear." You muttered and forced a smile, drawing his attention back to you. "He just... well, just didn't return my feelings."

"Did he reject you?"

For a second Steve felt both relieved and ready to go murder that kid in a cold blood. Rejected you? The prettiest and smartest girl in the town with a heart of gold? Who did that little shit think he was, rejecting Steve's precious daughter?

But it was better than him forcing you to do something you didn't want. At least that asshole didn't do anything inappropriate to you, probably too scared to face your angry dad who could crack his skull with one hand.

"Not like reject in the full sense of the word, but... um, I feel like he was a little scared of me." Your smile turned bitter, and you leaned onto Steve, pressing your forehead into his chest as you exhaled loudly.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time it happened. Everybody around knew you were the daughter of retired Captain America, and people were treating you with such caution as if you were some time bomb, clearly unwilling to make the world's first Avenger angry. Partly, it was a good thing since no one tried messing with you. However, you were also left pretty much alone, ignored by the majority for the sake of their own well-being. Although you had found several friends, dating someone was a completely different thing: guys were running away from before you even spoke to them.

"I'm so sorry." The man said quietly, rubbing your back and gently caressing your head with his other hand. "This is my fault."

You sighed, lifting your head and looking at Steve so tenderly he suddenly felt like he was the happiest man in the world. What, weren't you upset?

"Come on, dad." His heart sped up when you called him that, and he was ready to lift you up in the air, kissing his little girl's nose. "I thought he's different, but he's just a chicken like all other guys. I'll get over him soon."

"Hard to live up to our standards, I guess." Steve smiled and pinched your nose a little, making you laugh again. "But you need to know I am really sorry, sweat pea. I swear I wouldn't stand in your way if you decided he was the right guy for you."

Actually, Steve pretty much would, but you wouldn't know about it. Happiness of his only child was the only thing that mattered to him now: what was the point of being a parent if you couldn't make your kid happy?

"It's okay, really, dad. I wouldn't change the things as they are now. When I think what could happen if you didn't see me on the street that night... uh-huh." You didn't finish the sentence, not that you needed to.

If Steve didn't find you that night desperately searching for food on the streets of New York, you'd probably be dead now.

You were born to a good family, and you spent the first 11 years of your life in a nice place, having loving parents, the roof above your head and food on the table. You were just one more happy kid among thousands of others, neither better nor worse than all of them. It all changed when your parents were killed by two robbers who had broken into your house, and soon you ended up in an orphanage - you still had nightmares about this place. You spent a year there before you escaped, choosing the streets over an orphanage. Silly you, thinking it would be better.

When Steve found you, you were 13. Dirty, always hungry, acting like a little wild animal, you were no more pitiful than any other homeless child, ignored by the majority of people, but Steve saw you. He took you with him - forcefully, of course, because you fought him like a little angry cat, frightened to the core he was going to take advantage of you like all those people pretending to help you. But he didn’t. He was the one who had truly cared.

It took him months to get you accustomed to living in a house again with someone close to you. Steve spent even more time trying to make you trust him, make you believe he was your friend, somebody you could rely on, trust, see as a parental figure. You couldn’t even name all those people he hired to help you: countless psychologists and psychiatrists; doctors and nurses of all kinds; visiting teachers and tutors. Despite liking to live alone, Steve brought so many strangers to his house it felt like living in a royal palace with tons of court attendants. All of this was for you, the only person he cared about, his little child.

When you were 15, you started calling him dad, and that was the day neither Steve nor you would ever forget: he scooped you up and kept swinging you around till your head was spinning while he laughed and shouted how much he loved you, the best daughter he could ever had.

You never knew the extent to which Steve cared about you, following you secretly when you finally agreed to leave the house - he needed to know you were safe and sound. Of course, he was always there when he supposed someone wasn’t treating you right, and he did everything he could to keep his only child happy. Unfortunately, you were lonely until Steve found a couple of good friends for you, but it was alright. You were perfectly okay now.

“I love you too, sweet pea.” He smiled, caressing your head gently. “But you know what? Don’t worry about that guy. I actually have someone who I want you to meet, and he’s a really sweet kid.”

“Whoa, what? What kid?”

“Well, you know. Kid from work.”

“Dad, what work? What kid?” You rolled your eyes at him, giggling. “How old is he, at least?”

“A little older than you, but he’s alright. He’s been wanting to meet you for some time.” But before Steve wasn’t sure kid was the right guy for you, considering that he was still very much an Avenger and was involved in all kinds of dangerous situations.

“Dad, what kid? Are you talking about your superhero colleagues or something?”

“... yeah? I promise, you’ll like him. Peter’s a good kid.”

“Peter? Peter goddamn Parker?!” You exclaimed loudly, realizing he was talking about Spider-Man. “Are you joking?!”

“What did I tell you about swearing, sweetheart?” Furrowing his brows, Steve shook his head in disapproval, but laughed in the very next second, watching your guilty expression. “Alright, alright. I’m not joking. If you’d like to meet him, I’ll ask him to come tomorrow for dinner, ok?”

“Yes, please!”

As he took the pie out of the oven with you waiting at the dinner table, Steve thought about giving the kid a big lecture about what he was and wasn’t supposed to do to you, but he was more or less sure Peter knew what was right and wrong. Steve could spot that familiar glint in kid’s eyes when he was looking at your photo that Steve had been showing him proudly.

It would turn out alright. Your father was ready to do anything it takes to make you happy.

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ijustwant2write · 3 years

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Swept Off Your Feet-Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Tags: @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Requested by @husherstan: heyaaa, can you write a one w sam or bucky where the reader is taking classes of dance with nat and wanda. When they have to go with a partner she don't know who invite and the boys are trying to catch her attention dancing around her or something like that. Fluff and smut in the end (just if you feel comfortable)

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader (platonic), Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Fighting, fluff

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I eyed the dancing instructors up and down, wondering if this was Nat’s idea of a practical joke. She said in order to be prepared for all types of missions, my dance technique would have to be top notch, especially if I were to attend some upper class party and either catch the eye of my target or blend in. I knew various steps, though apparently there was much more I had to learn before I was ready.

“Come on, you’re a natural already, this will be easy for you.” Nat reassured me as she slipped on her heels.

I was doing the same, making sure they were on securely.“If you say so. At least the guy is cute.”

Nat playfully rolled her eyes at me before we approached the instructors, one a woman, the other a man. They both had sharp features, stern looks plastered on their faces.

“Natasha, it’s been a while.” the woman smiled, holding her hand out to me. She had a Russian accent, and I assumed she was an old friend of Nat’s.“I am Annika, and this is Alex. We taught Nat everything she knows.”

“About dancing?” I asked.

The three of them chuckled.“Let’s get started. I’d like to see what you already know (Y/N). May you perform a simple waltz step with Alex?”

I nodded, getting into position with Alex, nodding my head when I was ready. We steadily waltzed as Annika counted, not using all of the space in the studio but enough to show that I could add more flair if needed.

“Good,” Annika said,“now, try some tango steps.”

I was also fluent in this style, it was one of the basics. As Alex and I showcased what I knew, I was wondering if Nat under estimated me. These were basics dances, simple steps, I was expecting much pacier styles, more complicated movements. Though I supposed not a lot of people knew how to dance with a partner, I had only been on a select few missions that required this skill.

“Now Alex.” Annika called out suddenly, confusing me.

Before I could even wonder what she could possibly mean, Alex changed his footwork, tripping me up. As I started to fall, he grabbed me around my waist with both arms, flipping me on my back onto the floor, pouncing on me as if we were about to fight; and we were. I recognised these attacks, able to defend myself from his punches, catching on arm and using it to pull him towards me. I used my legs to push against his stomach, sending him flying over my head. We both quickly got onto our feet, arms raised in defence.

“She’s very good Nat. You were right, this is going to be fun.” Annika laughed, easing the tension.

Alex smiled, losing his stature and approaching me with an outstretched hand.“Sorry, that was a very...forward introduction.” His accent was also Russian.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I shook it.“I’m very confused right now, what just happened?”

“I wasn’t fully honest with you (Y/N).” Nat started.“We are brushing up on our steps, but we’re also coordinating attacks into them, big and small. I know any of us could do it, but Annika has some amazing techniques.”

I grinned.“Why didn’t you say so in the first place? This is going to be so fun!”

Annika nodded as she crossed her arms over her chest.“I like this one.”

We spent two hours every week with Annika and Alex, working on refreshing dance steps as well as incorporating fight moves. It was basically a dance class, but some movements were violent and would hurt your partner. Having Nat there was also helpful, she knew some of these movements and was able to demonstrate them. It didn’t take me long to pick them up, soon we were wearing evening gowns to practice in. It had been four weeks, and we had just returned from another lesson. My feet were sore, it was noticeable as I slowly walked into room, headed for the plush sofas.

“Uh oh, someone’s two left feet are on fire!” Sam teased as I collapsed next to him.

I retaliated by propping my legs onto his lap.“Take these off and I’ll let that slide.”

He chuckled but did as I asked.“How is the dancing coming along?”

“It’s very good actually. The instructor says I look like a professional.”

“So is ‘Dancing With The Stars’ on the table?”

I made a face at him, which only made him laugh more. He pushed my legs away, dangling my shoes in front of my face. I snatched them away, pouting at him until Bucky entered the room.

“What are you two squabbling about?” he said, sitting adjacent to me.

“(Y/N) is headed to another career path. She’s a dancer now.” Sam answered before I could.

I huffed.“No, all I said was-”

"Ah, ah, ah, you just said that you look like a professional!" Sam raised a finger at me.

"No, I said the instructor made that comment. It's like you don't even listen to me."

"I used to be good at dancing, back in the day." Bucky piped up.

Sam and I looked at him, and I was genuinely interested."Oh, really?"

"Yeah. I remember one night there was this girl I had my eye on for an hour or two. She was shy, wouldn't let anyone take her for a dance. So, I approached her and somehow persuaded the girl to dance with me. We danced all night long, doing every step you could think of."

"Aw, Bucky that's really sweet. Do you remember her name?"

He shook his head."No. But I remember the steps. Reckon I'm still just as good."

I scoffed."You haven't lost your cockiness either."

"Come on (Y/N), it's not that hard." Sam said.

"What? The dancing?"

"Yeah. Both Bucky and I could dance circles around you."

"Is that you challenging me? Because if it is," I turned my body to face him,"I want to discuss the terms of winning and losing before we shake on it."

He chuckled."Alright. Let's think...Bucky and I will come along to your class, we'll be your partners. We all get three mistakes to make, whether that be a wrong foot, bad posture, anything of the sort. Whoever your instructor thinks is best is the winner."

"What happens to the loser?"

"They have to do the funky chicken dance all by themselves, in the middle of the dance floor, at the charity event in a few weeks."

Bucky huffed."That will be in front of the mayor."

I glanced over my shoulder at Bucky."Well, if you think you're going to lose, say so now. Save us all some broken toes from you two stepping on us."

Bucky smiled as he rolled his eyes."Fine. Let's do this."

We waited until next week's lesson to put our bet into action. I had filled in Natasha on what she missed, but she was just as determined as I was to win. It would be a breeze. Sure, Bucky had first hand experience of certain styles, especially since he grew up with the tracks and steps, but everything else was new. However, Sam was a tricky one. I had danced with him at parties and nights out, but anyone could do that after a few drinks. This was completely different. I couldn't imagine Sam doing any type of partner work, maybe a slow dance with a date, but it was limited.

"Hope you've been practicing." Sam announced his presence, Bucky walking in behind him.

"Oh, don't worry, we have." Nat smirked, winking at me when the guys weren't looking.

"This is good." Annika said."It's time to put your practice into other partners. Alex here knows your every move."

"Don't tell me you're that predictable ladies?" Sam teased.

"Oh, I think you'll both be surprised." I smiled sarcastically, though they didn't pick up on that.

Annika ordered who was with who. I was paired with Bucky, who didn't seem nervous like I thought he might be. Him being a reserved person, I had only ever seen him 'dance' twice at any gathering, and usually it was a simple bop or side step. Maybe his memory would serve him well, and his fluent feet would come flooding back to him.

"We start with waltz like usual ladies. Let the men get warmer up. Ladies, I would hold back on this one." Annika advised before switching on the music.

Bucky slipped his hand around my waist, the other holding my hand as I asked,"Nervous?"

He quickly pulled me against his body, making me gasp, which he noticed."Relax doll."

I almost forgot to move after that. Buck's hand firmly held onto me, but it wasn't gripping me, it was just secure. We were so close as we circled around the room, catching glimpses of Nat and Sam doing the same. Bucky wasn't afraid to make eye contact, squeezing my hand every now and then, for whatever reason. I kept my composure, forcing myself to look back in his eyes, to not back down.

"Alright," Annika shouted over the music,"I'm sure you gentlemen know how to tango?"

The music flicked onto a faster track, much more fiery, passionate than the previous. Our postures changed, as did our speed. Bucky somehow looked at me differently. His gaze was more intense. Was he trying to freak me out? Did they come up with tactics to distract us?

His hands moved freely in my body, remaining respectful, but able to make my cheeks blush. He was an extremely handsome man, I didn't mind admitting that, and having said handsome man dance so close to you like this made you flustered. Focus (Y/N), gawk at Bucky another time.

"Ladies, I do believe you're being quite lazy." Annika yelled out, and Nat and I knew what to do.

I pushed Bucky away as if it were part of the dance. There was a moment where we locked eyes, and I was debating pouncing on him in a different sense. But I kept my nerve, sprinting towards him as I started to throw punches. His face twisted into confusion as he defended himself, quickly having to block my attacks. I dropped to the floor, sliding one leg out and using it to swipe him off his feet. He landed in his back, yelping out as I straddled him. However, he knew what to do, flipping us over so he was on top. Bucky tried to restrain my hands, going for my legs too when I slipped them over his shoulders; squeezing his neck slightly, I rocked back before using all of my weight to push me forwards, and once again he was lying down. I leapt to my feet, holding my defence up when the music stopped.

"Good work ladies, rehearsals have definitely paid off." Annika clapped.

Sam and Bucky were both on the floor. They were trying to catch their breaths and piece together everything that happened in the last few minutes.

"What just happened?" Bucky asked, groaning as he stood up.

"That was our dance class. Always wonder why we come back with so many bruises? Well now you know." I confidently put my hands on my hips.

“That wasn’t fair!” Sam protested, still lying on the floor.“There was no mention of fighting, so we win by default.”

“You just said you would come along to class and be our partners. The three mistakes you were allowed to make didn’t necessarily have to be related to dancing, we never specified that. Besides, it’s up to Annika to decide the winners.”

We all looked at her, waiting to see who she declared victorious.“Like I have to even say it? The ladies, of course.”

Nat and I cheered, high fiving each other. Nat went over to speak with Annika, arranging our final lesson next week where we would be assessed. Our teacher was right, this was good practice. I giggled to myself as Bucky helped Sam to his feet, sitting down on the floor myself to take off my shoes. I didn’t notice Bucky approaching me until I saw his feet in my peripheral vision.

“Hey, you alright? Sorry about that little surprise.” I said as he knelt beside me.

“It’s fine.” he smiled.“Very impressive though, the transition from dancing to fighting very smooth.”

“Well, I have been rehearsing...training...whatever you want to call it.”

“Your dancing isn’t so bad either.”

“Oh? Is that all you have to say about that?” I smirked.

“No, no, no, you’re good, it’s just that...I think you’re too used to your old partner.”

“Alex?”

“Yeah.”

“So what do you suggest I do to fix this problem?”

“Well, I could help. I mean, back in my day, dancing in couples was a normal thing.”

“Yes, and your day was quite a few years ago.”

We chuckled together.“Ouch, I already knew that. What I’m trying to say is, I would like to take you out dancing some time. And not just for practice.”

I stood up, and he copied.“I would love that. Just don’t show me up on the dance floor.”

“After seeing you, I don’t think anyone will be looking at me when we’re out.”

I could feel myself blushing again, trying to think of something flirty to say back when Sam slapped a hand down on Bucky’s shoulder.“Come on man, you can’t be flirting with the enemy. We’ve got to leave here with our heads held high.”

Sam started dragging Bucky away, I called out to him.“Hard thing to do when your butt was just on the floor moments ago.”

“I’ll text you!” Bucky managed to get out before he disappeared through the door.

“You see, not only are my classes great for dancing and fighting, you have also secured a date.” Annika cheered.

“Yes, thank you Annika. Actually, are there any moves you think might help get me a second date too?”

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pandoraborn · 3 years

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Cruelty of the Beast - Deleted scene

Characters: c!Dream, c!Wilbur, c!Tommy Word count: 1194 words Content: blood, graphic descriptions of violence, injuries, death mention, torture mention, dark!fic

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[Setting: Prison.]

Tommy sits against the wall, feeling more terror than he’s ever felt before. The wall is unusually cold, but it’s not a kind of cold that feels nice compared to the lava. It’s the kind of chill that freezes his blood, causing him to feel like he’s going to develop hypothermia any second now. His shirt is starting to stick to his back in a way that pulls on flesh, as if frozen needles are piercing through the cloth and right into his flesh.

Nothing about the scene before him is normal. Nothing about the way Wilbur is appearing out of thin air is normal. Nor is the expression on Dream’s face, with that wide-eyed grin on his face. He looks deranged.

In all fairness, Tommy’s expression of fear is probably similar, except without the gleeful smile. He can feel a grimace on his face, he can feel his lips stretching out to either side as he clenches his teeth together so hard his jaw aches. Tommy tries to make himself small and insignificant, but Wilbur is staring right at him.

“Blood.”

It’s all Wilbur says. Right, Tommy would be covered in it, wouldn’t he? Dream had beaten him to death, punching him repeatedly in the face. With that memory comes the pain. Tommy tries to touch his face, only to wince at the sudden burst of pain that comes with it. Without a mirror, it’s hard to tell exactly what shape he’s in. Part of him hopes he looks awful; he wants Dream to regret his decisions. Also, because he wants Wilbur to comfort him, to wrap his arms around Tommy and tell him everything will be okay-

“Blood,” Wilbur repeats. He turns to face Dream, who’s no longer smiling so eagerly. “This wasn’t part of the deal.”

Wilbur isn’t approaching Tommy. Instead, he’s grabbing Dream by the collar of his shirt and yanking him forward. “Everything was going according to plan, Dream. Why’d you let your hubris grow so much?”

“He wouldn’t listen to me!” Dream protests. “I was trying to get him to-”

“He’s covered in blood, you idiot!” Wilbur snarls. It’s the first time in months that Tommy remembers Wilbur raising his voice. It was never something Wilbur did often, preferring to be soft-spoken. In this moment, it’s chilling, because he doesn’t even look like Wilbur. He looks twisted and mangled in his own way. The glow from the lava turns Wilbur’s skin into shades of reds and oranges, and his clothes appear almost black. Tommy doesn’t want anything to do with Wilbur, either.

“Wilbur I’m-”

Whatever Dream was about to say is immediately shut down, because Wilbur is dragging him toward the lava. His grip somehow seems to have gained strength in the void, since he only needs one hand to jerk Dream around. He shoves Dream right to the edge and holds him in place. “I could take your last life right here and right now.” Wilbur’s voice is low and quiet again, though Tommy can hear it clearly. “In fact, I probably should, considering what you did to Tommy. This was never part of the deal, you were never supposed to hurt him. Don’t lie to me either, I know what you did to him in exile.”

Deal?

What deal is Wilbur talking about? The wall is no longer so cold, but now uncomfortably hot. It’s back to the molten temperature that is the cell, but now it feels even worse. His shirt is sticking to him again, and Tommy is almost certain the fabric is melting into his skin. It’s a new kind of ache, and he wants nothing more than to break the obsidian with his bare hands if it means getting away from the pair before him.

“Wilbur I was trying-”

Dream is once again cut off as Wilbur shoves down on the back of his neck, nearly pushing him into the lava. “The deal was simple, Dream. You keep an eye on Tommy and prepare him for me. Instead, you broke him. He was never supposed to die, you insignificant flea.”

“You can’t talk to me like this, I’m a god!” Dream struggles to throw Wilbur off of him. “I’m the one with the power!”

“No, I am. I’m no longer your vassal, Dream. I’m tempted to end everything and do this myself. I could easily let you rot in here, or I could push you in. The choice is yours. Either way, you’re not to touch him again. Because I can -and I promise I will- end your life in the most excruciating way possible.”

“W...wilbur,” Tommy finally gasps. “L-let him go...”

“No.”

Wilbur does anyway, merely watching as Dream falls back, scrambling back from the lava with tear-filled eyes. Tommy can see burn marks on the man’s arms and fingers, and he turns away. His own injuries are painful enough, he doesn’t want to imagine Dream’s.

“So.” Wilbur flicks some ashes off his shoulder as if he hadn’t just threatened Dream. “We have a deal to discuss and carry out. Where’s Ranboo?”

“He...he should be coming soon,” Dream says breathlessly. He shoots a nervous glance in Tommy’s direction before moving to sit opposite Tommy. Whatever power Wilbur has now, it’s extending to control over Dream.

Tommy had only seen a glimpse of it in the afterlife, and now he’s seeing a tangible, deadly form of it. He wants to jump into the lava himself to escape this, because it clearly doesn’t mean anything great. He doesn’t move though, not wanting to do anything to earn Wilbur’s anger.

Except...

Wilbur’s approaching him now, sitting down next to Tommy and wrapping an arm around him. Tommy stiffens, making an attempt to pull away, but Wilbur’s grip is just as tight as it looked on Dream. “Tommy, we’re going to get out of here soon. We just have to alert Sam.”

“Are you going to kill me?” Tommy whispers. “Because I don’t want to die again.”

“No, never. I’m not cruel like Dream is.” Wilbur shoots him a grin. Tommy stares into his eyes, trying to see something he recognizes in there. Maybe it’s the light from the lava, or the darkness of the obsidian, but in this cell, where all senses are cut off except for the unbearable heat and isolation and cramped space, Tommy can only see into another endless void.

“Trust me as you once did,” Wilbur says. That line is familiar, he’s heard it somewhere before. He can’t spare any time to ponder where Wilbur might’ve said it before, because now, he’s being hauled to his feet. His back is sticky with sweat and (what he assumes to be) blood, and Wilbur is holding onto him so tightly it hurts.

“Sam’s coming,” Dream mutters. The man’s regained his composure, now looking more confident.

“Stick to the plan, alright?” Wilbur smiles more gently. “Dream, it’ll be okay as long as you don’t go off-script again. We’re a team, remember?”

“Yeah, alright. I trust you.”

“Show’s all yours, Big D.”

Tommy watches the exchange with a heavy heart. They’re going to escape, but there’s no freedom for him. Not anymore.

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awesomerextyphoon · 3 years

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A Warrior’s Heart | Phase 1: Welcome - 2

Girls’ Night

Summary: Ife begins her first ‘mission’ with the help of her friends.

Warnings: Swearing, Excessive Partying, Some Angst

Rating: Explicit/18+

Word Count: 4,145

Main Pairing: Stucky x Black!OFC (Ifekerenma ‘Ife’)

Characters: Ifekerenma, Wanda, Natasha, and Ife’s friends

A/N: I’m sorry that it’s been a while since my last chapter. Please practice self-care, everyone! Also, thanks to everyone who has given me feedback. Dividers were created by the wonderful @firefly-graphics! Check them out!

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(late May 2015)

“Ah, that hits the spot!” Ife moaned as she submerged into her heated circular indoor pool.

So far the team has treated her well enough given how her first 24 hours went. No one had any major negative emotional echoes coming off of them and they even talked to her, especially Steve and Sam.

Her first mission was mostly a success.

The team was able to stop and apprehend the Macedonian weapons smuggler, Branko Stojanoski, before he made it to Paris with HYDRA/Chitauri stockpiles.

One would think that would be enough, but it left Ife with more questions. Why did some of the weapons look like Magitech? Why did one of the female combatants feel like more than human, like Natasha?

She needed to inform Eliza.

After Ife finished her R&R, she made her way to the Common Room only to find Wanda practicing her powers while flying. Well, trying to anyway.

Ife had always felt that Wanda’s methods were lacking which made sense. Both Wanda and Pietro got their powers ten months ago when Strucker and HYDRA experimented on them. They’ve never really had the chance to practice, surrounded either by vicious idiots or well-meaning comrades who were seriously out of their depth.

Perhaps she would be the best place to start.

Wanda was trying to levitate herself while taking apart the steel cube again with no luck. She couldn’t get herself in the ‘right mindset’ which was just aw well since she was always surrounded by chaos.

Their parents tried to shield both her and Pietro from the chaos outside their sanctuary of the apartment building. She even had friends in Angelika and Emil. They would pretend that they were exploring an enchanted forest and other fairy tale adventures. Pietro would join in when coaxed by Angelika (Wanda knew he liked her).

They were in their own little paradise...until the bombs came.

Wanda just got back from playing with Angelika and the music box that she got for her tenth birthday. Her mother was preparing Pietro’s favorite dinner when they heard the blaring of alarms and evacuation orders. Her father hurried them to the door, but their mother forgot to turn off the oven. He went back for her when the mortar shell hit their home.

Both of their parents died instantly. She and Pietro huddled together under the table for dear life when the second bomb landed four meters in front of them. They were in that position for two days wondering if the rescue efforts would sign their death warrants, all while glowering at the words engraved on the missile.

STARK INDUSTRIES

When the rescuers finally got them out, they found out that they were the only ones to survive the bomb raids. One of the rescuers handed Wanda Angelika’s music box thinking it was hers.

They attended their first Anti-US Imperialism protest three weeks later.

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Years passed and Wanda would sporadically spare a thought for her parents, Emil and Angelika. She kept wondering what they would do if they were in her place. Somedays the only she could remember Angelika was when she played the music box.

One day, a man simply known as List approached them after yet another protest of a craven leader. List said that he could give them the power to end all the revolutions and strife in Sokovia.

Frustrated with the lack of progress, she and Pietro agreed to the experiments along with 212 other volunteers. Once again, they were the only ones to survive.

List and Strucker subjected them to painful and demeaning ‘tests of strength’ not two days after they received their powers.

Both their hatred for HYDRA and their yearning to be free grew in the coming months. She almost gave up, until one day in early March when the Avengers finally found the base.

This was their chance.

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It wasn’t hard to plant a seed of chaos into Tony Stark. He already had one foot in the proverbial hero’s grave already. To be honest, she was surprised at how quickly the Avengers turned on each other. Witnessing their inner anguish was just desserts.

The problem was that it worked too well.

Sure, it was fair game to go after Tony, but Bruce? In retrospect, setting the Hulk loose on Istanbul was a low blow.

And Seoul….where to begin.

As soon as she caught a glimpse of the mass extinction Ultron desired, she knew they fucked up big time.

She and Pietro only wanted the Avengers and the US to fall, not wipe out all life on Earth! They knew that they had to swallow their pride and hate if Earth wasn’t going to have an unexpected turn of events (i.e. everything going the way of the Dodo).

Thankfully, the total death count was three (especially since reports put the worst-case scenario at least 15,000).

Although sometimes Wanda wondered if her drive for revenge was worth it.

“Hi, Wanda! How’s it going?”

Wanda snapped out of her thoughts and turned around to find Ife with a warm smile.

She didn’t know what to think of Ife at first. Okay, besides the fact that she consumed enough food to feed a village in under two hours, she was kind. More importantly, she feared neither her nor her brother. She started cooking for the team and staff (turned out she’s what Sam calls a ‘supreme chef’), and would answer questions they had about non-humans. It’s just that something seemed amiss about her and the way she answered the questions like she’s hiding something.

Wanda returned the smile, “Not much.” Just trying to get a simple task done.

Ife pressed her lips together in contemplation, “I was wondering if you would like some help training. I’ve seen you practice by yourself and,” she hesitated for few seconds, ”well I figured you would like some help, or at least the company.”

“I would like that.”

“Great! Give me ten minutes.” And with that, Ife flew out of the room.

“Okay, this is a magic gauge. Homo Magi and other Non-Humans use it to see where a person is power-wise.” Ife explained as Wanda approached the peculiar object.

The gauge was made of glass (at least Wanda hoped it was glass), double-gourd in shape with floral engravings.

It glowed Venetian Red with the intensity increasing the closer Wanda got. The glow’s color quickly turned Burnt Maroon then Red Ink once she touched it. Soon she felt a pull from the gauge as if it was reaching into her mind. Her anxiety flared up and Ife pulled her out of the way as the gauge exploded.

“Well, um...do you want to take a break and continue tomorrow? I’m so sorry about that, Wanda.”

“It’s alright. I’ll see you around dinner.”

“Okay.”

“So, um how to put this...we might have a problem,” Ife stated as her friend group met virtually to discuss what to do for Girl’s Night.

“What is it, Ife?” Ashtoreth asked.

“Did they find out about your room? Or about the time when-”

“Okay, Djamila,” Itzel interjected, “Please continue.”

Ife shot Itzel a grateful grin, “Thanks ltzel. So you know how Eliza Maza tasked me with aiding the Avengers?”

“Yeah, so they can help us in the future? Figured someone from BNA would ask ya. Didn’t think it would be so soon.” Azeneth noted.

“Makes sense, they’ve been trying to get in with them for years now-” Mayumi started.

“Back to the direct topic at hand, is it possible that a few of you could help Wanda Maximoff?”

“The new Homo Magi that has the Magic Council up in arms?” Marama guessed as Ife grabbed the footage from earlier.

“Yeah. Take a look at this. I think we might have a problem on our hands.”

Ife watched as her friends’ expressions shifted from mild amusement to sad and worried. Except for Djamila and Gulmira, they had a good chuckle.

“I think Wanda has an affinity towards chaos magic, specifically reality-warping and possibly Hex Bolts. She might have more, I couldn’t tell. She’s more powerful than the Magic Council originally guessed. Although, that’s not the problem here.”

“She’s mentally and emotionally unstable,” Nermin stated.

“Right to the point, I see,” Marjani commented while examining her fingernails.

“Exactly. I fear that she may become a danger to herself and the planet.”

“And all of BNA’s hard work goes up in flames. So, what do you want to do, Ife?”

Ife bit her thumbnail in contemplation, “We have to train her. I can show her some of the basics, but the rest of us will have to train Wanda before she hurts herself. She’s barely making it on her own and let’s face it, no one else here knows fuck all about magic .”

“Hot in looks but clueless when it comes to magic and Non-Human affairs.”

“I wouldn’t say completely clueless, Azeneth.” Ife corrected, “I showed them ‘The Basic Bitch’s Guide’ and I’ve answered any basic question regarding Non-Humans. They’re not up to speed on BNA, but at least they know about dragons, yokai, and the Fae.”

“Ok. So, it’s safe to say that you’ll be keeping a tight lid on the UA, right?”

Ife sighed and offered Marama a small frown, “Yes. And it would be best that you do as well. Please?”

“No problem, Ife.” Ashtoreth assured her while the rest of the group nodded,” Now that we’ve settled the Wanda Matter, What are we going to do in celebration of Xiomara’s grand opening?”

Several days passed and Wanda was making great progress in her magical studies with Ife (after Ife promised to make it up to her). She was getting the hang of levitation and flight as well as basic Magical Energy Manipulation in the form of force fields, telekinesis, illusions, and some basic spells.

It was nice to not have to rely on her anger nearly as much. Though she couldn’t access Ife’s mind. Not that she meant to, it was an accident.

Maybe in time, Ife will let her.

“Hey, Wanda. I was wondering,” Ife bit her thumbnail as she’s want to do, “Do you want to come to Girl’s Night with me this Saturday? One of my friends, Xiomara, just founded and opened her own design studio! The rest of us wanted to celebrate. I figured it would a great chance to introduce you to my friend group and have some time away from the Compound.”

Wanda lowered her head in thought. It would be nice to meet Ife’s friends and connect with individuals who don’t fear her. Getting off the Compound would be a great bonus.

“Sure. On one condition: Natasha has to come as well.”

“Okay.”

After asking (slight begging) Natasha to join them for Girls’ Night, the trio agreed to meet outside of Ife’s quarters around 6:30 PM.

Natasha gently grabbed one of Wanda’s hands, “Relax, It’ll be fine.”

“I know. It’s just-”

At that moment, Ife stepped out into the hallway looking well, strikingly different. She was wearing a gold and sapphire mid-thigh length African wax print dress done in detailed petal designs. Most of her long Midnight Purple hair was in a single braid with a high, single wrap around the back of the head and a single row of gold bands down the middle of her scalp that she divided into three parts with a comb.

It was nice and a little weird seeing her outside of her uniform and tactical gear. She looked gorgeous!

“You came!” Ife beamed as she gave Wanda and Natasha a hug, “You look lovely,” she added noting their attire. Natasha was sporting a Faux Leather Mini Skirt with a Wine colored deep v-neck top. Wanda was dressed in a Spartan Crimson Deep V Bodice Satin Short A-Line dress.

“You look ravishing! You should be out of your normal gear more often!” Natasha praised as Ife frowned ever so slightly.

“Well, aren’t you going to let us in?” Wanda asked sensing Ife’s discomfort.

“Of course! Come in.” And with that, Ife welcomed the two heroines into her ‘apartment’.

“You do realize that we’re having our Girls’ Night in your room from now on, right?” Natasha insisted as she and Wanda entered Ife’s living quarters.

“I figured,” Ife muttered as she turned to look at her teammates, “I know I sound like an asshole for asking this, but could you not tell the others yet?”

“Well, you agreed to let us frequent the room for our own Girls’ Night, so yes.” Wanda decided as the trio came to stop in front of a 20ft (6.1m) spherical door with an Art Nouveau design.

“Okay. Let me put in the codes and we’ll be on our way.”

“Make sure to get all the characters this time, Ife. You don’t’ want them to wait for 30 minutes like last time.” A pretty deep, easy-going masculine voice chimed in.

“What-” Wanda started.

“Oh, that’s BEBOP, my AI. He’s like FRIDAY or JARVIS, but cooler.”

“A lot cooler,” the voice said before materializing in front of the women,” Let’s try this again. Technically, my name is BEBOP, but you can call me Spike.” The holographic man was tall (6’4” / 1.93m), lean and athletic in build, had a fluffy mop of dark green hair, light brown eyes, and wore a navy blue leisure suit with the sleeves rolled up.

“So you created Spike?”

“I made BEBOP, but he named himself Spike,” Ife explained as she tried her darnedest to enter the codes before Spike embarrassed her.

“She also has six patents for-”

“Got it! After you, ladies.” Ife announced as the door glowed Pale Gold and opened in a spiral motion.

The door opened to a coffee shop that wouldn’t be out of place in the ‘hipster corner’ of an urban neighborhood.

“Hello. What can I do for you three?” The barista greeted as they raised their head out of the book they were reading and smiled at the trio.

Ife glanced at the chalkboard menu, “I would like a medium Lemongrass Twilight Tea please.”

The barista’s eyebrows raised ever so slightly, “Seems strange for the season.”

“I know, but one should enjoy the simple things in life while they last.”

The barista seemed to like Ife’s reply because Wanda heard the ding of an elevator to her left.

“Enjoy your evening ladies.” The barista said as Ife dropped $100 into the tip jar.

The elevator was a lot bigger on the inside with its interior having a modern Victorian design.

“What’s wrong?” Ife asked as the elevator’s doors closed behind her.

“Nothing.” Natasha replied as she did a quick scan to see if any ‘funny business’ was about to go down.

“Relax and enjoy the ride,” Ife assured as the elevator started to speed up its descent after a few minutes.

The elevator’s interior got larger and larger until a voice announced that the elevator would be entering ‘Pod Mode’. Automated controls and windows started forming at the front and sides of the now morphed elevator interior.

“You might want to strap in,” Ife advised as three seats formed from the now pod floor.

The pod paused in its descent and accelerated forward on what seemed to be high-speed rail tracks.

Wanda looked out the windows in awe as she started to see a floating light, then a floating landmass, then buildings Wanda only saw in fantasy/sci-fi novels and concept art.

“Welcome to Nephetz, ladies,” Ife announced sensing Wanda’s wonder and Natasha’s subtle amusement.

Hopefully, they’ll like her friends.

Twenty minutes after Ife made her soft announcement, the trio arrived at the number one club in Nephetz, Zenaida.

Ife walked up to the bouncer, a troll in sleek obsidian armor, and showed them her invite.

“Welcome to Zenaida, ladies.” the bouncer greeted them as Ife led her fellow Avengers past the threshold.

Wanda gasped at what was before her.

The club’s interior was massive, to say the least. The first thing to hit her was the giant floating orb over the center of the dance floor. It had stage lights shooting out pinks and light blues orbiting around it like satellites and what looked to be five women dancing on a stage about 33’ (10.1m) above the orb. A DJ stage was set in the far left of the dance floor with sparkling mist flowing beneath it. Around the dance floor was a body of water containing spectacular coral reefs and grottos with what seemed to be mermaids, tritons, nymphs, and Aquatic Atlanteans dancing in it. Above the main dance floor were 25 floating islands with magically sustained clouds underneath them. All around the club were glowing orbs much smaller than the one above the dance floor.

All in all, it was probably the coolest place Wanda’s ever seen.

“Ife! Finally, you’re here!” a tall, dark-haired woman in a black PU Jumpsuit with a maroon oak crop jacket walked up and pulled Ife into a short hug.

“Salam, Nermin! I see you’ve made it early.” Ife remarked as Nat softly elbowed her upper arm.

“Right! Nermin, these are my teammates, Natasha Romanova and Wanda Maximoff. Natasha, Wanda, this is Nermin Ozana Negrescu. She was the one who helped me in Novi Grad.”

Nermin held out her hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both! Ife has told us much about you.”

“Good things I hope.” Nat prodded as she shook Nermin’s hand.

“The best,” Ife assured.

“Well, we have one of the VIP Islands for Xio’s bash. Let’s go!” Nermin announced as a self-driving group hoverboard descended in front of them.

“All aboard!”

The floating island had about 40 people lounging around different tables and booths with the largest one having 17 people around it.

“Ife!” The island’s occupants cheered when the hoverboard dropped off the group.

“Late again, I see,” a woman in a Cardin Green asymmetrical maxi dress with a plunging V-neckline, padded shoulders, and long sleeves.

“I know, I know. Husna, I already got it from Nermin at the entrance. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry, Ife. We know.” Husna reassured Ife as they made their way to the big table.

“Everyone,” Ife announced making the table’s occupants turn their heads, “Sorry I’m late,” everyone groaned, “I know. But, I would like you all to meet two of my new teammates, Natasha Romanova and Wanda Maximoff.”

Everyone on the island crowded around the duo effectively pushing Ife to the sidelines.

Wanda felt it was a bit surreal meeting Ife’s friends. All of them looked happy to see her, not the mixed looks of fear, hatred, and disgust that most people (outside the team) would give her.

{{Ife sure has a lot of friends.}} Wanda thought almost bitterly.

Ife’s friends, or ‘crew’ as she calls them, were an eccentric group of demigoddess, Fae, Homo Magi, Homo Superius, Demons, Jinn, Orcs, and Succubae.

Their names were: Caterina IsmeneMetaxas, Itzel Erna Alondra Losnedahl (Arnesdottir), Batari Moon, Thiri Rajvir Sharma, Marama Zehra Arslan-Avci, Ashtoreth Marceline Sabah-Faucher, Nermin Ozana Negrescu, Djamila Ijebusomma Ngozika Amantea, Azeneth Esperanza Zoraida Ramirez, Gulmira Eriayomi Hendrix, Mayumi Filippovna Lebedeva, Marjani Subira Xun, Husna Meadhra Al-Hashim, Astridr Kara Signe Losnedahl (Bjørnsdottir), Xiomara Ekundayo Jimenez, Aghavni Jamshidi, and Lakshmi Hamasaki.

((Here are the face claims for Ife’s friends))

When she got past the ethereal glitz and glamour, Wanda realized that these women were quite funny and nerdy, like Ife.

Maybe her heart had room for a few more friends.

“I can see why you’re worried.” Azeneth stated as she and Ife were watching Wanda being the center of attention, “I can feel her anxiety from the threshold.”

“I know. Do you think you can help her?”

“We talked about her before you arrived. Djamila, Nermin, Nazaret, and I will train her if she’ll have us.”

“I’m sure she’ll have you. Thanks, Azeneth.”

“No problem. Although, there has been talk amongst the Magic Council about her. Strange is doing his best, but there are others who want to bring Wanda in.”

Ife frowned remembering the Magic Council’s need for control. This wouldn’t be the first time her crew has ruffled a few of their feathers.

“So, did BNA find anything about the Magitech info I sent them?” Ife asked in reference to the Branko assignment.

“Nothing yet, I’m afraid. It seems that HYDRA’s not dead just yet.”

Ife pressed her lips together in annoyance,” Thanks anyway.”

Azeneth noted Ife’s choice of words,” It looks like it’s time for the toasts.”

“To Xiomara! May all your dreams be fulfilled and the well of your creativity never runs dry!” Caterina proclaimed to the crowd.

“Here, Here!” the crowd cheered as everyone down another shot of Zenaida’s House Fireballs (Nat and Wanda had a lighter version).

“To Xio Labs!” Djamila shouted as the crowd downed another round of Fireballs and Xiomara got up to speak.

“Thank you, everyone! It has been a rough couple of years, but it was worth it. And with your support, it will be glorious!” Xiomara exclaimed to thunderous applause and the raising of glasses.

“Alright, time to dance!” Lakshmi trumpeted as she, Djamila, and Marjani coaxed everyone to the dance floor.

“Don’t worry, I’ll follow,” Ife reassured Wanda and Natasha when they noticed her hanging back on the VIP Island.

Ife flew down to the dance floor once everyone else got off their VIP Island. She found Lakshmi up to her usual shenanigans (flirting with a female Undine). Wanda was dancing with Batari, Aghavni, Djamila, and Gulmira while finally easing her nerves (that’s a win in her book).

A couple of guys tried to flirt with Wanda, but Batari and Gulmira shooed them away.

Ife spied Natasha checking out Renata Labriola, a drider, in her human form.

Ife’s plan seemed to be working perfectly.

“So, are you ready to let loose?”

Ife groaned as she awoke on a super comfy couch. She didn’t remember what happened after that question was asked. It was probably Djamila getting back at her for Spring Break.

“Figures she would do that,” Ife muttered to herself as the Woman of the Hour waltzed into the room with Natasha and Wanda in tow.

“Nice to see that you’re awake,” Djamila stated in a sing-song manner that made Ife want to throw a pillow at her.

In good fun of course.

“Neat.” Ife deadpanned followed by a mirthless chuckle when Djamila pointed to the time.

“You looked and felt pretty tense during the toasting so I gave you a gentle push to loosen you up a bit. It worked and you were the center of the dance floor for about an hour, flew up and danced on the platform above the orb, made-”

“Okay, okay. I get it.” Ife interrupted too embarrassed to know what happened next.

“Fine,” Djamila raised her hands up in submission, “After your escapades, you and your teammates were wiped and I had the three of you crash at my place for a few hours.”

“Thanks, Djamila.”

“Just so you know, now we’re even.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Ife grumbled as she got her things.

“Okay, let’s head back.”

The trio passed the way back in relative silence, but a peaceful one instead of the stereotypical hangover groans and slight shame.

“How did you find last night?” Ife asked as they stepped into her quarters.

“It was great,” Wanda stated, happy that she found people who weren’t afraid of her. Perhaps she could ask Ife if they could help her with her powers.

Ife could hear the emotional echoes of excitement from Wanda and smiled knowing that she succeeded in her plans so far.

“That good. One more thing,” Ife paused, not knowing how to phrase the next bit of information,” the portal uses a time manipulation spell (and some other stuff) and well, the 15 hours we spent in Nephetz was about three hours on the Compound. Just wanted to let you know.”

“Right, good night, Ife.” Nat said as Ife led them to the door.

“Hey, Nat can I ask you something?” Ife queried when Wanda passed the threshold.

“Shoot.”

Ife pressed her lips together in contemplation, “Does the rest of the team know you’re 80 years old?”

*-Elsewhere-*

“How is our Danica faring?” A woman in black asked.

“She’s doing well, better than we expected.” A voice replied from the shadows.

“Good. Has Kaecillius and his team dealt with the Magic Council yet?”

“Not yet, Mistress. Though Jon Canmore has gotten his own show on CNN and Maximus has procured enough Terrigen Crystals for our plans.”

“I see. Have our allies in the Inter-Realm Parliament be informed of our progress.”

“Yes, Mistress. One last thing, Our sources believe that the French Ambassador is on to our plans.”

The woman sighed, “Have Yelena handle him. We can’t leave anything to chance now.”

“Of course, Mistress.” The voice uttered and left.

They’ve put so much into this and they can’t fail. Not when they’re so close.

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waywardnerd67 · 3 years

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The Symbol of my Soul

Summary: Everyone has a mark on their soul chosen according to their destiny and imprinted upon their soulmate to reveal who they are. In a world of superheroes and villains, (Y/N) wore the one man’s symbol she has ever loved proudly across her chest paying no mind to the symbol over her heart. Until her world collides with one of unsung heroes and monsters. Will she stand by the side of America’s greatest superhero or walk the path of destiny to the world’s bravest hero? Characters: Dean Winchester, Steve Rogers/Captain America, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader / Steve x Reader Warnings: Angst / Fluff / AU / SPN & Marvel Crossover Word Count: 3220 A/N: This is for @carryonmywaywardcaptain A Supernaturally Marvelous Fic Challenge Prompts (bold): Soulmates AU / “I can’t stay away from you. I’m tired of trying.” A/N: This is for @negans-lucille-tblr bees 6k roll the dice challenge (however I went over her word count… sorry) Prompts (bold): Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? Because I always do / Isn’t it messed up, how I’m just dying to be him?

(Y/N) stood in front of the mirror deeply breathing in the steam from her shower. The faded mark above her heart aching sighly. She thought nothing of it since her sparring match with Cap and Bucky had resulted in her making a trip to the infirmary. That was over a week ago and now she was beginning to wonder if it meant that her soulmate was coming soon. She swallowed hard pushing that thought to the furthest parts of her consciousness.

There was only one man she wanted to stand by and she proudly wore his symbol across her chest daily. Looking back at her uniform, the dark navy, crimson red and striking white star were the colors of American Hope in which he had worn for decades. It was not until her mentor, Agent Carter, had passed that she took on his mantle. That had been several years ago and now the world knew her as Lady America.

“You gonna stand there all day or can someone else maybe use the mirror?”

Sam’s snarky tone made her smirk as she grabbed her uniform, “Oh, by all means, please admire yourself for a few hours. I’m so sorry to be in your way, Feathers.”

His dark eyes narrowed on her then brightened as he laughed, “Always count on you for a quick wit back, M’Lady.”

Walking past him, she made her way to her room. Turning the corner her smile widened seeing the man whose side she wanted to stand by always. Steve Rogers was the picture perfect man, in her humble opinion, with his short, clean cut blond hair, chiseled jaw set in a firm line and bright blue eyes. He looked up seeing her walking towards him in a towel. His cheeks flushed making her giggle.

“Hello Cap, anything I can do for you?” She opened her door leading into the small dorm room that was located within the Avengers Headquarters.

“(Y/N), I wanted you to accompany me on a mission. Strange energy source is coming from a small town in Lebanon, Kansas. Tony seems to think it’s nothing but I want to make sure.”

He focused on a few pictures she had of family and friends on her walls. She caught him several times glancing over to her, his eyes traveling the length of her body. The mark on her burned hot for a moment before going back to a dull ache.

“Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll meet you in the garage.”

Steve gave her a short nod before hastily exiting her room. She quickly put on her suit combing her hair back fixing it into place and took one last glance in the mirror. Once again, the mark burned into her chest to the point she rubbed the spot with her hand. Dread filling her heart knowing that soon everything could change for her.

When you are born, everyone has a Soul Mark on their body signifying who your soulmate was in this world. When you would eventually meet them then the mark would fade into the skin until it vanished. The mark was meant to lead you to your soulmate but it was up to you to choose to be with them or not. Steve and Peggy bore each other’s marks until he was frozen and she passed away. From the times she had seen him get stitched up, Steve no longer had a Soul Mark on him.

(Y/N) hurried to the car where he was waiting for her. His new midnight blue and silver suit fitting him perfectly as he leaned against the car. Ever the gentleman, he opened her door for him with a soft smile. They took off from upstate New York making the twenty plus hours drive to Kansas. As they drove through the small town, she had never seen Steve so content before watching the townsfolk milling around the store fronts. A few waved recognizing him from afar and for a few minutes he stopped at the one signal light to sign autographs for a few kids.

Eventually, they made their way to an abandoned electrical warehouse. As they stopped in front of it, (Y/N) groaned from her mark throbbing and stomach churning.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, concerned, filling his voice.

“This stupid Soul Mark is aching.” She looked up at him, “I’m trying to ignore it and pretend it doesn’t exist. You know, Tony’s way of doing everything.”

He chuckled, “Your soulmate must be nearby. Maybe you should stay here.”

Before she could respond a black car pulled out from a side street with two men inside. The moment she saw him (Y/N) knew he was the one. At the same moment they both instinctively grabbed their chests rubbing the spot over their hearts. Steve had noticed it as well, his lips in a firm straight line.

She straightened up, “We should follow them.” Looking over to him, her heart ached seeing the disappointment in his eyes, “They could have the power source with them.”

Steve nodded following thirty yards back as the black car cruised through the small town. They followed them for hours heading east until they reached a suburb of Chicago. They finally stopped at a shady motel with a diner attached to it. Her mark was bothering so much that she undid the top portion of her uniform to make sure it was not literally burning.

It was hideous with jagged lines forming a backwards F over her heart. Steve glanced over seeing that it was glowing bright red seemingly searing into her skin. With tears in her eyes, she looked up seeing sorrow shining in his.

“You know there is only one way to take care of that.” He whispered as she buttoned up her front again looking over to the black car.

The taller of the two men had long, chestnut hair and stood nearly three inches over the other man. He had one hand on the other’s shoulder presumingly making sure he was okay. The other man was rubbing his broad chest, his handsome face scrunched in pain. He had short, light brown hair and even from the distance they were at the setting rays of the sun shine over his vibrant green eyes.

Without even a second thought, (Y/N) found herself getting out of the car and walking towards the two men. Her mind completely blank except for the one thought running through it.

Home.

“Who are you?”

They looked up at her as her own hand clutched at her chest. The taller man stepped in front of the other protective before realization flickered in his hazel eyes.

“Holy crap, you’re Lady America…”

“Yes, I am and the man in the car is Captain America. Now, answer my question…” she grunted from the pain at the same time the other man did, “Who. Are. You.”

She reached her hand out passing the taller man and grasped the other man’s shoulder. Immediately, searing pain spread throughout her chest and her heart hammered within her. She felt Steve’s hand grab her shoulders trying to pull her away but the man held onto her forearms.

“Dean!” The man yelled as the other man’s olive eyes bore into hers.

“Sammy, I can’t let go…” Each word was a puff of air as he spoke.

Steve wrapped his arms around her waist and wrenched her out of his grasp when she cried out, “NO!” He immediately dropped her and stepped away.

She tore at the buttons of her uniform until she could pull her tank top down revealing her red hot soul mark. He sucked in a breath seeing her mark then pulled his own t-shirt down revealing her star over his heart burning red as well. Their eyes met briefly before the world went black.

(Y/N) could hear voices murmuring around her focusing on the only familiar one, “This is more complicated than I expected.” She groaned opening her eyes to find three men staring down at her.

“W-What happened?” Flashes of searing pain and heat made her heart ache then it all came back to her.

She shot off the flimsy mattress staring at Steve as his eyes averted from hers to the man sitting on the bed next to hers. His head was in his hands and her body lurched forward to go to him.

“(Y/N)...” Steve calling her by her name stunned her enough to refocus, “You need to hear their story first before making any decisions.”

She watched as Steve left the room his silhouette imprinting on the window as he stood outside. She moved to the end of the bed running her hand through her hair trying to ignore every inch of her body telling her to move to the man beside her.

“Start talking. Quickly.” She groaned.

“My name is Sam Winchester and this,” he patted the man sitting on the bed, “is my brother Dean. We’re hunters.”

She chuckled, “So you kill bambi?”

Dean scoffed before Sam continued, “Not exactly. We hunt monsters.”

“Monsters? Really?”

Dean stood up facing her for the first time, “Yes sweetheart, monsters. We’re really no different from you except we don’t destroy cities or have millions of fans to dote over us.”

“Dean…” Sam warned as she stood up anger overwhelming all other feelings coursing through her.

“We’re heroes! We’ve saved the world more times than you could even count! We risk our lives everyday to keep this world safe from all kinds of villains!”

He squared his shoulders getting in her face, “So do we. We’ve saved the world so many times that it would make you superheroes look like amateurs. We’ve taken on the devil himself and God. So what, if you take out a few aliens.”

“Stop. Both of you.”

Steve’s voice had her backing away from the man in front of her. How could she be destined to be with this neanderthal. How was her destiny tied to his?

“(Y/N), we have a file back at headquarters on hunters and one particular on the Winchester brothers.” He showed her the files on his phone, “They are what they say they are.”

Dean threw his hands up in frustration, “I don’t even believe in this destiny crap. Sam, what happens if we choose not to embrace this ridiculous soul mark?”

Her eyes glanced away from the phone trying not to react to the harshness in his tone. Everything he said felt like a personal attack on her and it was taking everything within her to not show any reaction to him. Her eyes were stinging from holding back tears and her stomach was flopping like a fish out of water.

“From everything I’ve ever read if you choose not to follow through then you wander through life aimlessly. Always having that void within you until it finally consumes you.” His eyes softened looking between the two of them.

“Well, Captain USA here looks fine.” Dean pointed out and (Y/N) heard a small growl from Steve’s chest.

She pressed her hand against the star on his chest but he snapped at Dean, “That is because I was frozen until 2011 and my soulmate had no choice but to move on.” He stormed out of the room.

“You don’t have to be rude. None of us like this, but this is how it is.” (Y/N) narrowed her eyes on Dean who visibly flinched then she went after Steve.

She found him sitting on a bench outside the diner. His hands running down his face before clenching into fists. She sat down beside him, looking into the diner windows seeing they would start drawing a crowd soon.

“Let’s get out of here before people start pulling out their cell phones and Tony lectures us.” She gestured towards the people within the diner staring at them.

Silently they walked back to their car where Sam and Dean were standing, “Where are you going?”

(Y/N) felt a tug on her heart as if someone pulled a string attached to it, “We need to leave before we gather too much attention.”

“You can stay with us.” Sam offered.

“What?” She and Dean spoke in unison as they stared at him.

He sighed looking to Steve, “We have a secure bunker in Lebanon. It’s the safest place on Earth, well maybe besides Avengers HQ. There are plenty of rooms and when can figure out our next step is.”

She looked to Steve who nodded, “As good of a plan as any. We’ll follow you.”

The drive back to the abandoned warehouse was silent. Both Steve and her lost in their own thoughts. Her heart anxious and torn between wanting life to go back to the way it was versus heading towards what she could feel was her destiny. The uniform she proudly wore for years now making her squirm. She unbuttoned the front, slipping her arms from the sleeves leaving her in just a tank top. She took a deep breath letting it out slowly.

The moment she stepped out from the car in the underground garage the same thought that ran in her mind repeated itself over and over.

Home. Home. Home.

Sam showed them around telling the story of how they were legacies of the Men of Letters, an organization she had heard of before. The connections between her and the Winchesters become clearer. Steve and Sam stayed in the library swapping stories as she went in search of Dean. She found him sitting at a desk within a room labeled 11. A glass tumbler in his hand filled with amber liquor.

“So, what do we do now?”

He looked up from the leather journal and photo within it, “My parents were marked together. He was meant to be a Man of Letters and she came from a long line of hunters. They were the merging of two worlds fighting evil in the world.” He paused looking back at the picture, “I can’t help to wonder if that is not what is happening here as well.”

She stepped inside looking around what she presumed was his bedroom. Weapons of all variety hung on the walls. A record collection that would impress anyone along with a proud displayed and alphabetized porn collection. (Y/N) could not help the soft chuckle that escaped her lips. She sat down on his bed the overwhelming comfort it brought to her was startling.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

He sighed before downing the rest of his drink, “This life, hunting or being a superhero, the end is all the same. It’s bloody.”

He did not need to say more, “Then it’s decided.” Without another word she walked out of his room.

The trip back to headquarters was silent except for the soft playing music Steve had turned on. (Y/N) stated she was tired crawling into the backseat and lying down. She was awake for the whole trip quietly crying as each mile placed between her and Dean ripped open another crack in her heart. With time, her heart would become numb and she would carry on like she was supposed to because she was an Avenger.

Days turned into weeks that turned in months. She accepted every mission sent her way and performed her duties as she was taught. Everyone around her could see and feel the difference in her, but she ignored it knowing if she dared thought about him she would break.

(Y/N) was in her room writing up her reports when Steve knocked walking in, “(Y/N) could I talk to you for a moment?”

Her heart thumped hard as she turned to him, “Is it about another mission?”

He nodded, “Yes. A very important mission.”

She was expecting to follow him into the conference room or his office instead he led her out to the overlook of the river that ran along headquarters. He sat on the bench patting the spot next to him.

She shook her head crossing her arms over her chest, “This isn’t about a mission and whatever it is about I don’t want to hear it.”

Turning to walk back to her room his raspy voice stopped her dead in her tracks, “Isn’t it messed up how I’m just dying to be him? You’ve been by my side all these years and I’ve been blinded by my own mark still burning within my chest for Peggy.”

(Y/N) closed her eyes willing the tears to stop pooling beneath her lids as he continued, “I can’t imagine what you must be feeling knowing he’s out there and knowing you two belong together.”

“Stop. Please stop.” She begged turning to him with tears running down her cheeks, “I can’t talk about it or think about it. He made his choice and I’m sure he’s not thinking about me.”

Steve held up his phone hitting play a voice recording. Dean’s deep voice coming from the speaker.

“Lady America saves a little village in Costa Rica. Lady America rescues a herd of horses from barn fire. Lady America takes on Enchantress in super sexy downtown fight. Huh.”

“Steve…”

He held his hand up as the recording continued, “Wonder if Lady America has a cell phone? I wonder if she’s ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? Because I always do… but at I guess she isn’t going to be listed under Lady America.” Dean sighed heavily, “She truly is beautiful even with her hair a mess and dirt smeared across her face.”

Steve stopped the recording, “You both are miserable. You need to go to him and I will send you missions via your phone.”

He stood up walking past her just as she reached out to him, “Steve, I truly felt something for you. You do know that?”

“I know, but I can’t stand in the way of your happiness even if it means breaking my own heart. Natasha is waiting for you with the jet to take you to Lebanon. Goodbye, (Y/N).” He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head before walking away.

Tears flowed freely down her face but only a few were with sadness. Rushing to her room, she found her bags packed and ready to go for her. Her dorm room was bare and figured he enlisted Bucky and Sam to help. Walking onto the jet she found Natasha sitting in the pilot’s seat.

“Ready Lady?”

She nodded wiping the tear from her face, “Yes, I’m ready.” She took one last long look at headquarters spotting Steve’s motorcycle leaving a trail of dust behind him as he raced down the path.

“He’ll be okay. I promise to smack him around for you.” She smiled at Natasha before closing her eyes as the jet took off through the clouds.

Knocking on the heavy door, (Y/N) looked down at her worn jeans and plaid shirt tied around her waist. A surprised Dean opened the door staring at her.

“I can't stay away from you. I’m tired of trying.”

Dean scooped her up into his arms hugging her tightly. Finally, (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief knowing that now she was officially…

Home.

From that moment on, a new branch of the Avengers started saving people, hunting things and assembling Earth’s mightiest heroes.

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kickingitwithkirk · 3 years

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Rain pt II

Summary: After Supernaturals end Jensen’s life turned upside down. A year later an unexpected movie offer gives his career a second chance but it comes with an unexpected surprises.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x OFC Lili

Word Count: 1034

Warnings: cursing, nervous Jensen

* This is a slow burn series

Part I

A/N: This story has components from my favorite W. Somerset Maugham short Rain and Lace by Shirley Conran.

“I swear.. your..trying to...fucking kill me,” Jensen gasped as he falls onto the grassy knoll. Jared looks down at him laughing. He had been running with Jensen four times a week for the last month, pushing him to go further each week.

“We’ve only gone five miles…”

“I’m not training for a fucking marathon!”

“You said you wanted to do this and told me not to go easy.”

Jensen lays back on the grass, “I know and I appreciate it Jay, I’m just cranky cause..”

“Your menopausal?”

“Funny. No, I’m fucking hungry! Last night I couldn't stop dreaming about those damn double bacon cheeseburgers Dean used to eat.”

Jensen’s new diet was similar to what the Marvel actors did and he swore he’d never do again.

He normally watched what he ate, exercised regularly and was lucky he didn’t have to push too hard to stay in shape but he’d gotten used to nibbling on sweets, thanks to Jared’s addiction, always having something surgery on set. It was the first time he envied his friends hummingbird metabolism, would’ve made this reduction so much easier.

The absolute worst was no alcohol at all ‘cause dammit, he likes his drink.

Jared sat down next to him stretching, “You're doing really good, I can see the changes already.” Jensen’s cheekbones were more prominent and the soft overlay on his abdomen was gone, his toned abs more noticeable, giving him the lean, muscular look like he had in his early twenties, even though he hadn’t put on any muscle mass.

“I still can’t wrap my head around why me? I don’t physically look the part, Davidson’s described more like you Sasquatch, all hair and rangly.” He smirks earning him bitchface.

“I read the book and yeah, you're not exactly type but by the time you lose the weight, makeup and wardrobe, you’ll pull it off. How much you down?”

“Eighteen.”

“That’s good, you’re slightly ahead. Once your there, it’s maintenance.”

Jensen sighed remembering how much Jared had to put away, on top of his already huge daily caloric intake, to bulk up and kept on for demon blood and soulless!Sam a decade ago.

Jared gets up extending his extra large hand and pulls a groaning Jensen with him.

***

October

Jensen's sitting by himself in the green room waiting for the press junket to start texting with Chris Kane about getting together while he was in California.

His other co-stars were seated close together chatting amicably, having either previously worked together on other projects or through events they’d attended.

“Cheer up mate, we’re not all a bunch of snobby assholes, well...some of us aren’t.” He looked up as David Tennant draped his lanky self over a nearby chair. He’d gotten to know the Scotsman a bit when his wife Emily guest starred as Kate the werewolf on Supernatural.

“Just watch yourself around Dockerty,” he says in a staged whisper making her glance over at them. David flashes his signature smile making her roll her eyes, resumes her conversation with Sally Hawking, Jamie Dornan and Jay Laga’aia, “she’s been known to make a porcupine look positively cuddly.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jensen remarks, “since she’s playing my wife,” the comment makes David chuckle, “Sally’s seems genuine, you lucked out there.”

David rubs his chin thoughtfully, “Since we don’t know who the leading lady of our ensemble is yet we might be better off cuddling up to the porcupine.”

Jensen remained noncommittal, figuring it’d be better not to antagonize anyone since they would be stuck together for the next four months; three weeks of rehearsals to shake any bugs left out of the script. costume fittings, makeup and hair while work was being completed on the island thousands of miles from the U.S. where they’d be filming during the region’s rainy season.

A PA walked in, “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to face the firing squad.”

***

Jensen nervously tapped his fingers against his thick thigh backstage waiting for his name to be called. This junket was making him uneasy, not knowing what the press would ask since Zimmer, who preferred to keep everything close to the vest with his projects, had only released minimal information about this production.

He hoped the coverage would be favorable since in this ensemble he was not only an odd man out but leading sticks out like a sore thumb man out.

They could hear Zimmer thanking the press, briefly answering questions about the minimal info in the press packets. The announcer went right into a bit of background filler about each of their carriers before introductions.

“At this moment we would usually introduce both leading actors together but unfortunately the lead actresses flight is delayed due to mechanical issues and is on another flight, hopefully to be here soon.”

There’s a brief pause, “This gentleman is better known for his previous hit television series, the longest running of its genre, ending last year after an unprecedented fifteen seasons. Please welcome Mr. Jensen Ackles.”

Jensen counted to five and stepped out onto the stage.

***

“Ms. Dockerty, how does this part compare to that of Lady Mary, since both characters are from roughly the same time period.”

“I’m not sure if we can compare…” Michelle was answering when David picked up his glasses putting them on distracting Jensen. Squinting at someone across the ballroom chucks softly to himself.

Jensen notices a woman dressed in a well worn leather jacket leaning against the back wall. He couldn’t make out her face clearly with the size of the hall but something was familiar.

It starts in the back of the room: a buzzing murmur along the last row of journalists, word spreading, people turning around to gander at the mysterious lady in the back turns into pandemonium.

It’s complete chaos as the whole press core got their full attention on her, some standing up on chairs shouting her name trying to get her to look their way for a coveted shot.

“It appears our leading lady has arrived.” David bemusedly yells to be heard as Michelle was caught saying “fucking hell,” over the open mic. Jensen can do nothing but sit in shocked silence.

Lili.

tbc

Tagging: SPN @donnaintx

Dean/Jensen: @flamencodiva

Rain @stoneyggirl

#Jensen Ackles #jensen ackles x ofc #Jensen Fanfiction #rpf fanfic #rpf #jesen ackles au #slow burn

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yn-dreamlife · 4 years

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Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: You’ve been blind since you where six years old but one day after something happens you can see again, now you can finally see the man who you love, but does he still love you?

Warnings: angst, Fluff

Characters: Sam Winchester x reader, Cas, Dean, Rowena, Crowley, Gabe, Bobby.

I open my eyes and I am met with the sight of darkness, of course this isn’t unusual due to my circumstance. I sit up and look over noticing I can’t see the beautiful blue that always radiates from him. “Sam?” I call out, I don’t hear him anywhere close by. I get up grabbing my cane and begin counting. I take one step away from the bed and turn to the left the proceed to take five more and I reach out feeling for the door handle but soon realize the door is open, ‘that’s odd Sam always closes the door.’ I thought to myself.

“Sam?” I call out again, I listen as I hear my own voice reverberate down the bunker hall, I can hear running water in the distance and realize someone’s in the shower. I quickly make my way there keeping an eye out for any familiar colors. I get to the shower room and knock as I open the door.

“Hello?” I look over and see a purple hue. “Ah hello Dean have you se-“

“Son of a bitch!” He shrieks I laugh placing my hands on my knees.

“I wish I could have seen your face!”

“Damnit y/n/n! Don’t do that! You scared the shit outta of me!” I continue laughing and he grumbles asking me what I want.

“Have you seen Sam?”

“Yeah in the library, now stop staring at me it freaks me out.” I felt a pang in my chest he might not of meant in a way that’s saying I’m a freak or anything but it’s how I took it, after a childhood of being called a foggy eyes freak i couldn’t help but believe it.

I turned around walking away and I heard the door shut and lock behind me. I walk to the library not needing to tap my cane on the ground since I knew the way. As I approached I could hear sam talking on the phone.

“Yeah I’ll be there soon, okay agh I love you!” He spoke happily.

Who could he have been talking to? He doesn’t say I love you to anyone except me dean and cas.

“You’re the best cherry!” Cherry? That’s not a name I’m familiar with. Sam wouldn’t cheat on me though.

“No no don’t worry y/n’s still asleep she won’t suspect a thing!”

I heard a females voice saying goodbye and she loved him and he hung up, I didn’t recognize that voice. I heard sams footsteps approaching and quickly backed myself up I hit a corner and quickly sunk down. He ether didn’t care or didn’t notice I felt tears well up in my eyes. And I quickly began walking to deans room. When I got there I knocked softly but there was no answer. I had already heard Sam leave the bunker the tears flowed more freely. I knocked louder again and just kept knocking until I was banging on the door. I sunk to my knees continuing to bang on the door.

I gave up with my hands and began hitting me head against it weakly. “Dean?!” I called I suddenly heard footsteps rushing towards me and I fell just as he got down next to me into his arms. “Dean.” I sobbed. He began rubbing his hands up and down my back trying to soothe me.

“What’s wrong y/n/n what’s happened?” I didn’t look towards him instead I stared at the ground.

“Does Sam- would Sam...” I trailed off. If I said it it would be that much more real.

“Sam... what?” Dean asked gently turning my head up to face him I would assume. But I ripped my head back down.

“Does Sam love me?!” I cried.

“Of course he loves you y/n! Look at me.”

“No, you don’t want my weird eyes on you! And no, Sam can’t love some weak blind girl like me!”

“Y/n what’s brought all this on?”

“Sam, he’s been distant lately, he’s not there when I wake up, he’s not there when I go to bed, he doesn’t show affection very much, and...” I trailed off.

“And? Y/n talk to me.”

“I heard him on the phone with a girl, he called her cherry and said he loved her. And he said how I was asleep and would suspect anything. He left a few minutes ago. He walked right past me and he didn’t even notice me Dean.”

“He... what?!” Dean shouted. I flinched and he quickly lowered his voice, “if I find out that he really is cheating I’ll freaking rip his lungs out.” He paused and tilted my head up again. “And y/n, your eyes are beautiful.”

“But you said that- that they freak you out!”

“Sweet heart I meant it freaks me out how you always seem to know where I am even when you can’t see, you make better eye contact the sighted people.”

“Well some people have colors... like you-your purple.”

“Really?” I could hear the smile.

“Yeah, Cas is like a black with sparkles of dark blue. And sam-“ dean cut me off

“We aren’t going to talk about him right now. No instead me and you are gonna go into the tv room cuddle and listen to music and talk, sound good?”

I nodded my head “thank you dean.” I said as I reached my hand out he lead it to his cheek and I placed my lips where my hand just was, it was common for me to kiss him on the cheek, after all these years he had taken up a brotherly role to me.

True to his word me and dean sat on the couch cuddling and talking about anything except Sam for hours, I honestly had forgotten about until I heard footsteps fast approaching. I tried to untangle myself from the blankets and from dean but before I could sam had came in.

“What are you doing with my girl dean?” He seethed. The anger coming off of him was rsditatimg from him. I wouldn’t look at him instead I looked at the floor, I knew if I saw the beautiful blue I would break.

“We’re not doing anything and besides I’m not your anything anymore sam, so just go back to your ‘cherry’ why don’t you!” I shouted at him.

“Baby what are you- oh! No y/n it’s not what you think!” He stepped forward but suddenly purple was blocking out all the blue.

“Get out.” I heard dean growl.

“Seriously?!”

“Get. Out.”

“Fine! But just you wait... you’ll see!” And with that he stomped away.

Time skip

It had been two weeks and I hadn’t heard a word from Sam, well at least I chose not to. He called a bunch and texted but I didn’t allow my phone to read them aloud to me. Maybe I was being to harsh maybe I should have heard him out btu now the damage was done. By now I had all my things packed and I was ready to go. I know Dean loves Sam and family comes first, so I was ready to walk to the nearest motel, I knew the way... well enough. As I left my room and began walking down the hall I couldn’t hear anything besides my own footsteps, as I got into the map room I hear a light flick on and suddenly I saw purple emerge from around the corner.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” I heard dean question me.

“What how did you-“

“Went to say goodnight and saw your bag packed in your room, i was hoping you’d change your mind but just in case I was here to stop you.”

“Dean you can’t stop me my mind is made up, I’m going, and you’re going to let your brother come back because you love him and family comes first.”

“Family don’t end in blood y/n” I smiled at the term.

“Bobby?” I saw the familiar yellow of my adoptive father appear.

“Damn right baby girl,” I heard his footsteps approaching and wrapped my arms around him tightly.

“I missed you dad.”

“Missed you too.”

“Don’t suppose you missed me too?” I heard a whisper behind me and suddenly whipped around there I saw the familiar blue that no matter how much I tried not to let it still sent butterfly’s to my stomach.

“S-sam? What are you-“

“I think we can explain dear.” I heard a familiar Scottish accent. Suddenly four new colors appeared.

Cas’ black with sparkles of dark blue, I saw a golden white that I knew to be Gabriel and a dark maroon that was Crowley as well as a familiar red for rowena.

“Okay what’s going on?”

“Do you trust us love?” Crowley spoke this time. I looked around at all the colors of people I considered family and nodded my head.

“Take samsquateches hands sweets.” Gabe spoke slowly guiding me to him.

“W-what?!”

“Trust us honey bee.” It was cas now who spoke.

“O-okay.” Gabe let me go and I held my hands out moving forward with my eyes closed, for some reason I wanted him to be the one to grab me. The same way he grabbed my hands to help me escape when we first met, this was me asking if he was still my Sammy.

“I’m here y/n I gotcha.” I could have sobbed at the sound, he knew. Those where the exact words he said to me that day and he knew that’s what I wanted to hear.I wrapped my arms around him tightly a tear slipping from my eye.

“Y/n, I have some explaining to do. I have was distant before because I dint want to get your hopes up or spoil the surprise. And ‘cherry’ is actually rowena. I call her cherry because one time dean put some bright red hair dye in her already naturally red hair and it came out as bright as a cherry, I said I love you to her and her to me because we where both so excited.”

“I’m sorry Sammy, I should have just- I was so stupid.” I went to grab my hair the way I had since I was six and first lost my sight but he stopped my hands before I could rip at my hair.

“No you where guarding yourself, the way you had to for such a long time. But can I show you what we’ve been working on?” I nodded my head and he put me an arms length away and grabbed my hands.

I watched as rowena Crowley Gabe and cas all moved around me. “Close your eyes everyone.” I heard rowena say.

“You too y/n” cas said chuckling I raised an eyebrow. Looking towards him.

“Seems kinda pointless me being blind and all but okay.” And with that I closed my eyes moving my head back towards sam. I heard them all speaking in a language I didn’t know and suddenly even though my eye where closed colors where bursting beneath my eye lids. Beautfiul blues purples and green. As well as vibrant yellows pinks and reds. And blindingly bright whites and every color between. I gasped and I felt Sam squeeze my hands.

But suddenly it all stopped and I was met with an unfamiliar color. It was brighter than the usual black I saw but it was still a shade of black. I felt sams hands cup my cheeks.

“Open your eyes princess.” He whispered and I realized he was crouched down to my height. As I did I was meant with a bright light and slowly I realized what was happening. Tears welled up in my eyes and my hands quickly went to cover them rubbing the heel of my palm into them brushing away the tears. I looked back up and I was meant with beautiful hazel eyes.

“Sam?” He nodded his head grinning at me. “Is this real?” I reached my hand out caressing his face. My fingers brushing over his cheek bones and over his nose moving to his silky brown hair that felt so soft.

He nodded as a tear slipped down his cheek. “It’s real, it’s real.”

Everything seemed to settle in my mind and I looked around, “I can see!” I felt my heart rate speed up in excitement. I quickly rapped my arms around sam pulling him into a kiss and I moved between everyone starting with Bobby and dean.

“Dad, you... god I always knew you’d have such a kind face!” I said more tears leaking from my eyes as well as his own which I’m sure he would deny. He had a beard and wore a baseball cap. I looked to Dean seeing his bright green eyes and the freckles that dusted his cheeks.

“And no wonder your so well liked with the lady’s there dean!” I teased grinning at Sam as he scoffed but the smile never left his face.

“Aw Cassie bear! I knew you where like a giant teddy bear! And I must say your color matches your wings perfectly!” It was true his wings where beautiful dark black with dark blue feathers sprinkled in. His eyes where also a bright blue and I saw the trench coat I had felt so many times as I hugged him. I went to Gabe next.

“Wow, your eyes are beautiful Gabey. And your wings are so magnificent they also match your color!” He smiled at me brightly.

And i next turned to rowena and Crowley “you two... wow, gotta say I’m surprised how well everyone’s colors matched them! Deans slightly confused me but I’m sure I’ll figure it out!” Everyone looked confused except for dean and Sam.

“I always saw colors, just hues it’s how I was able to look at you and see you, do you want to know your color? Well it’s not very nice to wonder such things, you shouldn’t even have asked.” I grinned at them and they all chuckled. I found my eyes falling back to Sam.

Everyone seemed to notice and found something to busy themselves with, he was so tall and his hair looked perfect on him. I knew it was long due to the numerous times I had run my hands threw it but I could never imagine it. His jaw line was so sharp, and his eyes where so bright.

I didn’t notice more tears slipping from my eyes until he gently brushed them away. “What’s wrong angel?”

“I wish this would last forever.” I whispered.

He smiled his eyes also watering as he moved so his eyes where level with my own. “sweet heart... it is.”

“R-really?!” He nodded. I flung my arms around his neck, “thank you Sammy... and I’m so sorry.”

“Baby I understand. Believe me, I would have been mad to. Didn’t you listen to the messages or the voicemails?” I blushed shaking my head.

“I- I knew I would have called you back and at the time I still thought you where with ‘cherry’” he smiled gently at me.

He sat me down and he read all the messages to me and we listened to the voicemails together. Some he was crying telling me he was going to fix it. Others he was excited about a breakthrough in the spell. Some where just long winded apologies and confessions of love but his last voice mail left me confused.

“And when you finally see my face I can ask you the question I’ve wanted to ask you since July 1 two years ago.” I closed my eyes as I tried to recall the day and I remembered we where at the beach I loved the way the sun felt on my skin and how vibrant there colors got while we where there.

“What where you talking abo-“ I cut myself off with a gasp as I turned to back to Sam opening his eyes. He was down on one knee and a ring box in his hand.

“Y/f/n, I have wanted to ask you this for over two years, the moment I saw that smile etched onto your lips I knew I wanted to be the one to keep it there, so me being me I began to research. I wanted to allow you to see the place you loved so much I wanted you to see the sky during the rain storms you love, I wanted you to see your father and your childhood home, and I wanted you to be able to see my face while I told you this. That was the day I set my mind to allowing you to see again, the surgery as a child didn’t work and I wasn’t going to allow you to go through that pain again, this solution had to be permanent, and pain free. So I got together with the smartest and most powerful people we know. So y/f/n, if you will do me the honor of being my wife I promise to take you to every place your heart has desired to see, I will teach you to read and write, I will teach you anything you wish, and most importantly I will be by your side until the end of time.”

I sat there shocked into silence. He had been working on this for two years and I almost left him over a misunderstanding. No scratch that I did, and yet he didn’t stop, and he still wants to Marry me. The tears continued to flow as I shook my head quickly, “yes!.... yes!” The grin on my face was so wide it almost hurt but I didn’t care because the second that ring slipped on my finger and his lips met mine I felt whole. And I knew he would live up to his promise.

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural x reader #fluff #blind reader #sligth angst

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luthien-t · 4 years

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The Sun Will Shine. (Chapter One)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Thanos invaded the asgardians ship for the tesseract & Thor called for back up. Being a liable paramedic, you gather your tools and go to space. You end up being injured in battle but luckily, Thanos was defeated, what will you do when you find out your lover, Loki suffered more than just a few battle scars? But then again, no one is ever really gone.

Warning: Angst. angst. ANGST. major character death. Blood, gruesome, fighting, curse words, there will be fluff somewhere in the story, I think thats about it

Word Count: 1.9+K

Quick Note: Hello!! This is my first time writing a fic, please inform me if i have any mistakes (english is not my first language), this is going to have multiple chapters, I promise the next chapters will be longer, im just testing the water with this one, if it flopped we can pretend it never happened oop. Thank you and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!!

The room was cold; It was bright as you felt your pupils moving under your lids but still refusing to open, they felt so heavy and.. Is that a heart monitor beeping? Am I?— It was getting harder to breathe and your eyes were still struggling to open and your muscles wouldn’t budge. The heart monitor started to pick your heart rate as you slowly got out of the comatose.

A door opened in an unrestrained matter with feet shuffling into the room fill up your ears.

“Is she awake?” a familiar voice said.

“What do you mean? She's obviously still in a coma, she’s not moving.” Another replied.

A coma?! What happened? Am I seriously in the hospital?

The door opened again and soft feet stepping on the floor interrupted your thoughts.

“This commonly happens when the patient is going through the waking up state,” a voice that you did not recognise said. “Will you please exit the room and as soon as the patient wakes up we will be sure to inform you!” a warm hand touched your wrists and there were sounds of wires and wheels moving, slowly you can feel yourself regain power of your own body and start to move your fingers, the monitors beeping starts to go back to its normal pattern and you flicker your eyes open, but unable to fully open them due to how white and bright the room is.

“Wha-“ you try to speak but your throat is too dry, clearing your throat only hurts more and you wince.

“Miss y/n, welcome back.” You turn your head to find a nurse smiling at you. She removed the oxygen mask and you shake your head softly then furrow your eyebrows still finding it difficult to speak, the nurse nodded slightly and brought all the nutrient necessities you needed in a cart and looked at you to say something only to notice the confused look on your face and sighs quietly. “I’ll inform your friends and family that you’re awake and the doctor will come back to check up on you in 20 minutes. we can talk about the procedure as soon as you’re fully awake and aware” your face was probably still confused as she smiled again before leaving you to look around the room, your eyes slightly adjusting to the lighting and you try to sit up but an excruciating pain stopped you from doing so, you looked down at your chest that was wrapped securely and then towards you arm that had a cast.

You look up at the ceiling and sigh trying to remember what got you into this situation in the first place.

Running, you were running, trying to reload your gun whilst holding a dagger in your hand, panic starts to course through you when you heard strong running feet behind you “fuck, fuck, fuck!”. You curse, looking behind you, it turns out it to be one of the chitauri and you throw your dagger at it. As if by luck, it went into its eye making it fall backwards. You aim your gun at it and slowly approach it to check if it’s actually dead. “Tha-“ you hear through your ear-piece but the signal was cutting the words and you press one hand to your ear as if it’ll help.

“He is here! Thano- the- not alone!” Steve said through the ear piece and your heart sunk, everything went silent as you looked around you, hearing nothing but your own heartbeat, forgetting that there is an alien by your feet, you then kneel down to grab your dagger only to be met by its eyes opening and grabbing you by the throat, you choke while trying to reach for the dagger in its eyes but the arm was pushing you against the rigid wall, letting out a cough struggling to breath as you kicked against its chest. Next thing you know you were thrown to the other side of the tunnel.

coughing and trying to get up was already difficult on their own, so trying to do both at the moment was not helping especially when footsteps were getting closer and closer to you, scanning the floor with your eyes you find your gun, cursing at yourself for even letting it go in the first place and as you grab it the alien in front of you stopped you by stepping on your wrist, causing you to yell and gasp. It was getting harder to see with the unwilling tears gathering in your eyes but you can hear the gruesome sound of the dagger being pulled out of its eyes while still stepping on your wrist.

Is this really how i die? You chuckled at that thought, tasting blood in your mouth while looking up, it was swinging the dagger down to your stomach and you gasped as it went through your abdomen and stopping you from defending yourself. You just lay down, waiting for it to leave. I’ll just play dead, should be easy. You thought to yourself.

Laying down and pretending to be dead was probably the smartest idea you ever thought of because you heard it walking away, however you have little time to regain your strength. You swallowed hard and got up, wincing as you look at the dagger. Do I pull it out or let it in there? I’m the healer I should know. You struggle to walk to your gun and lean down to get it but you manage, somehow. Rolling your shoulders back you sigh and limp your way out of the tunnel.

“Where is everyone?” you speak out loud hoping someone will listen on the other end of the line, only to hear “You really are the worst, brother” Thor said. You bite your lips, Loki. panic went through you as you tried your best to run towards where they were supposed to be on the ship, you started to hear Thanos speaking, Thor screaming. I’m almost there, hold on for me Loki. You hold your breath trying to save that energy for running-You were limbing, actually.-when you come face to face with one of Thanos’ minions, Ebony Maw, he had a grim smile on his face and with just a simple flick from his wrist and you were thrown to the ceiling then back on the floor, and everything went black.

“Earth to y/n” Tony said, you stay silent, only giving him a glare. Thor slowly walks towards you with a cup in his hands, taking the cup from him whilst

looking around the room. The entire team was here, only one person missing. There was a blanket on the couch & a duffle bag next to it. You took a sip from the cup.

“What happened?” Your voice was hoarse, still hurts to speak.

“After the team split up, Thanos showed up, he was looking for the Tesseract stone” Wanda said. “We were lucky enough to stop him before it was too late.” Steve said and sighed.

“W-We won?” You said, your voice going an octave higher with happiness.

“We won, kid” Tony smiled at you as you drank the rest of your water.

“Well,” Tony clapped his hands together & sat up from his chair. “Nothing new happened in the passed three weeks other than the fact that Thanos is dead,” He chuckled lightly. “But you on the other hand, need to rest & eat so… We will leave you to it” He smiled & quickly shuffled towards the door before giving Thor a quick glance and sighing. “I’m glad you’re safe, y/n” Steve patted your feet then followed Tony. The rest of the team followed. “We’re gonna go get food and then we will be back with entertainment!” Sam smiled widely causing you to smile back as wide. Thor stood quietly in his spot next to you on the bed, watching them leave quietly. You turn your head towards him, your smile slowly fading as you fully notice him now. His beard grew longer & he gained a bit more weight, he was wearing a dirty hoodie and sweatpants. Midgardian mordern outfits was Thors favorite part of Midgard, but seeing him in this certain look was starting to worry you. “How are you feeling, Lady y/n?” He asked as he sat down on the couch and ran a had through his hair. “Well, Thanos is dead, I’m alive, everyone is home safely, right?”

“Lady y/n,” He sighed before opening his mouth to speak again, only to get interrupted by the door opening.

“Good afternoon, Miss y/n, I am Doctor Wade Lee. How are we feeling today?” Doctor Wade smiled as he walked towards you with a file in his hand.

“Alive.” You smiled softly.

Doctor wade laughed gently and opened the file, scanning it quickly.

“Well you’ve suffered with a moderate head concussion, causing you to lose conscience, hence the coma-“ He smiled at you before looking back at the file. “-We had to operate a surgery for the stab wound & broken ribs, but they should be somewhat healed by now. Your broken left wrist is going to be in that cast for-“ He kept talking and talking about your situation, you kept nodding and nodding but your mind was somewhere else, thinking about Loki and the look that Thor had before the doctor walked in. You don’t want to think about the possibilities but your mind couldn’t help but wander.

“Is that clear, Miss y/n?” The doctors voice snapped you back to reality and you nodded with a soft hum. “Alright, I will be seeing you in two weeks from now! The nurse will inform you on your leave and if you need to stay an extra day or not, Have a lovely evening Miss y/n!” He smiled widely and left the room.

Thor watched him leave before clearing his throat.

“Lady y/n-“ He started again.

“Thor, please don’t.” You looked at the wall in front of you. You know what he is about to say, you heard his screams, you heard his words towards his brother on that ship, but you weren’t prepared to hear his words about his brother now.

“I’m sorry. I was trapped, I couldn-“

“Thor! Please stop!” Your voice broke. The heart monitor started to beep rapidly.

Tears began to gather in your eyes. “He can’t be” it was barely a whisper, but he heard you and looked down at his feet. “I wish I had the right words for this-”

“But you don’t! So, Thor, please… Don’t.” Your voice broke at the end.

“He died a hero, y/n.” You winced at his words and shook your head rapidly, bitting your lips, the room went quite but the monitor gave away your emotional state and you groaned then quickly pulled at the wires connected to your chest to stop the sound. The only sound that was now in the room was your heavy breathing and Thor tapping his foot, you look at him but he kept his eyes glued to the floor.

“It doesn’t matter if he was a hero or not. He fucking died.” You looked up at the ceiling and chuckled, remembering the same scene between you and that chitauri. “And it was my fault, all because I couldn’t fight longer..” You covered your face with your right hand as your body shivered.

Thor then got up, cleared his throat and walk out of the room and with that your sobs got louder and heavier.

Maybe he was giving you space to mourn, or give himself space to mourn, neither of it mattered, Loki was gone without a goodbye.

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Ta Daaa!! Whatya think? Not so bad for a first timer huh??

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki #loki odison x reader #loki layfeyson x reader #loki odinson #reader x loki #loki fanfic

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ijustwant2write · 4 years

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Break The Spell-Merlin x Reader

(GIF credit to @dean-just-kiss-cas-already)

Requested by anonymous: 'I was wondering if I could I request a Merlinbbc X reader imagine where the two like eachother but someone uses a love potion on her and he has to break it by kissing her? And that causes them to confess their feelings for eachother and the knights and Arthur are on the back like FINALLY'

Characters: Merlin x Reader, Arthur Pendragon x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Fainting, fluff

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(Y/N) winced as she look at her calloused hands, feeling them throbbing after all the washing she had to do that day. She never felt rewarded in this job, and there was never much praise either. Sighing to herself, she was about to make her way home when she had an idea, something that lifted her spirits. Her hands couldn't go through this pain, she needed some sort of medicine for it.

(Y/N) tried to not smile so much as she made her way to Gaius, knowing that he and the young man would be finished for the evening (presuming King Arthur hadn't overworked him again). Knocking on the door, she patiently waited for an answer, hiding her disappointment as Gaius opened it.

"Ah, (Y/N), is everything alright?" he asked.

"Yes. Well no, I was just wondering if you had any sort of ointment for my hands? They're really sore at the moment." she lifted them up for him to see.

"Come inside, I think I may have something for that."

She stepped in as he opened the door, closing it behind her before looking around.

"He's not here." Gaius said, chuckling at her surprised expression.

"Who?" she acted dumb.

"This should do the trick." he handed her the vial, smiling at her."If you need anymore, just come back, and I'll make you another one."

"Thank you Gaius. Good night."

Although she was grateful for the ointment, (Y/N) had wanted to see Merlin. He had brightened up her life when he arrived. She had worked in the castle from a young age, following in her mother's footsteps (and speaking of her mother, she absolutely adored Merlin too), and not a lot had gone on, until he showed up. Merlin was hopeless to start with, not knowing his way around the castle or how demanding Arthur could be; being the kind hearted woman she was, (Y/N) had helped him straight away.

He was handsome, funny, caring, and genuinely looked after (Y/N). She looked out for him too, covering for him even if she didn't know where he was or what he was doing; she knew it was for a reason, and a good one too.

"Merlin! Get out!" the king could be heard shouting, before a door slammed shut.

"Goodnight sire!" the snarky comeback from the manservant followed, making (Y/N) roll her eyes.

She leaned against the stone wall, knowing he was headed her way by the sound of his footsteps. He was laughing to himself as he appeared, his smile growing wider as he saw (Y/N) waiting for him. Even after a long day of work, and in her simple dress, she was still as beautiful as any woman he had seen. He would mistake her for a princess if she ever wore a crown.

"You are going to get yourself kicked out of this castle one day." (Y/N) said, now walking beside Merlin.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Arthur loves me." he joked.

"So screaming at you means love does it? The fairytales are all wrong."

"Come on, I'll walk you home."

"You don't need to do that-"

"I do it every night, and we yet we still have this debate. You know by now I'm not letting you walk alone."

No matter how exhausted he was from his day, Merlin always made sure to get her home safe. That sometimes meant that his dinner was cold by the time he got back to Gaius, but he really didn't care. Merlin was never sure if (Y/N) was just a very good friend, or if she felt the same way. When he thought about her, he had all the confidence in the world, but when he was actually with her, it all disappeared. Arthur and the knights never helped either, despite them saying that they did.

Celebrations were being prepared the next day. The king and queen had already been married for a year, and the whole kingdom was alive with excitement. However, for all the servants in the castle, there were more and more chores to be completed, and in a shorter amount of time.

"Keep up Merlin." Arthur called over his shoulder as Merlin tripped over his own feet, though managing to not fall on his face.

"Shouldn't you be spending time with Gwen? You know, seeing as it's your anniversary soon." Merlin grumbled, his arms aching as he carried Arthur's weapons to the training ground.

"I still need to train Merlin."

"Yes I can see that."

Arthur halted, glaring at his manservant.

"What? You know what they say about weight after you get married."

Arthur just groaned at him, meeting with his trusted knights on the field, some of who were already sparring.

"Another late night Merlin?" Gwaine teased, slapping him on the back.

"Don't think we didn't spot you walking (Y/N) home, again." Elyan added.

Merlin finally dropped the weapons onto the table, sarcastically laughing with them.

"Honestly Merlin, even I'm rooting for you, just so you can get a good night's sleep." Arthur said.

"I don't know what you're all talking about." Merlin defended himself.

There was a mixture of groans and protests, shocking Merlin. Was he really that obvious with his feelings?

Gwaine swaggered forward."If you need advice on how to talk to the laides-"

"Don't ask Gwaine!" Percival interrupted, the men all bursting into laughter.

"So when are you asking her?" Gwaine shrugged off the embarrassment.

"Asking her what?" Merlin tried to hide his red cheeks.

The men all groaned, dismissing the idea of teasing him further. Merlin would always deny anything going on, and it frustrated them all to no end. They all liked the boy, he was a good friend to all of them, even if he wasn't a Knight, and he was loyal to his king, just like the rest of them. (Y/N) was the only other person they knew he spoke to, they deserved each other; which was why it was so annoying when they ignored each others obvious signals.

(Y/N) yawned widely, wishing that she hadn't been given so much to do that day. She was only given so much because she was good at her job. But she received little reward for it.

"(Y/N)?"

She jumped at the sound, too focused on her work that she hadn't realised someone else was there. Looking up from her sewing, it was Sam, one of the other servant boys. They were friends, but they never got to see much of each other, not that (Y/N) ever saw him outside of work hours.

"Sam, you frightened me." (Y/N) tried to come off as kind, but couldn't help the boredom in her tone. She just wanted to finish her work.

"Sorry." he breathed out."I just thought you might want something to drink."

"You brought me a drink?"

"Y-yeah." he placed the cup in front of her."You've been in here sewing for ages."

She finally stopped, putting down her work."I guess I have, I don't actually think I've had a break yet."

"It's nothing special, just water I'm afraid."

"Thank you Sam. They got you on jobs too?" (Y/N) took a sip, tasting something different, like water with a hint of....a hint of something.

"Um...yes, they do..." Sam's words trailed off as he watched her drink, surprised when she finished it completely.

"Sorry," she giggled,"hadn't realised how thirsty I was."

Sam nervously laughed with her, not blinking as he waited for the results. The woman had said it would work, it had to work; he hadn't wasted the little money he had on a fake love potion.

"Sam," she caught his attention,"are you alright?"

She grabbed his hand, something that she had never done before. He lightly gasped, though didn't want to let go.

"Yes." he smiled."I've never felt better."

(Y/N)'s heart was all a flutter for the rest of the day. She felt on top of the world, and even more so when she saw Sam. How had she not seen it before? All this time she never knew she was looking for love and yet here he was. No one else could live up to him, no one.

She was practically skipping down the halls as she continued with work. It didn't matter that she still had practically the rest of the day left, Sam would be around. Merlin could be seen up ahead, carrying the king's lunch on a tray. He stopped as he saw her bounding towards him, having to back away to stop her knocking the tray out of his hands.

"Merlin, I cannot believe how great today has been!" she beamed.

Merlin's heart melted at her expression."I-is it? How come?"

"Sam has just been, he's been, amazing! You know, he told me how he really felt today, and I can't believe he felt the same!"

The tray dropped to the ground, plates rolling around and food scattering everywhere. She jumped back, though Merlin was frozen.

"W-what?" he stuttered.

"Merlin, pay attention. And also, you better get a new lunch, the king will have your head for that." she giggled, already walking away."Oh, and you'll be able to get more sleep now."

"Why's that?"

"Sam said he'll walk me home now."

Merlin wasn't himself the next day, neither was (Y/N), and everyone could see it. She was too gleeful over everything, and although she was usually a happy person, no normal human could smile for that long. Merlin on the other hand was miserable, he didn't even complain when Arthur threw a pillow at him. Gaius had mentioned it to the young boy, but received a shrug and snappy comment. It wasn't right, something was off about this.

"How are you my dear?" Gaius asked in passing, hoping to find out more from (Y/N). He couldn't stand to see Merlin so upset.

"I'm fine." (Y/N) slurred, her eyelids half shut.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?"

"N-nothing, I'm fine. Just a little..."

She stopped speaking, going to lean against the wall but missing it, and collapsing to the floor. Gaius rushed to her, quickly assessing her. She wasn't responding. Calling the nearby guards, they carried her to his room, laying her on the bed as Gaius rushed around, trying to figure out what was wrong.

"Gaius what are you...(Y/N)!" Merlin rushed inside, kneeling beside her.

"She fainted in front of me. But she's not responding to anything. This isn't a normal collapse."

"We have to do something!"

"I'm trying Merlin!"

"Is it true?!" Sam burst in, surprising the others.

"What are you doing here?" Merlin snapped.

"Oh God, I didn't listen." Sam's hands tugged on the roots of his hair, stressing at the sight of (Y/N) unconscious.

"What? You didn't listen to what?" when he didn't reply, Merlin marched over, grabbing Sam by the collar."Sam, what did you do?!"

"I made her drink a love potion! She didn't know, I-I just wanted her t-to-"

"You can't manipulate people's feelings like that!"

"What is going on in here?" Arthur also ran in. "Merlin, you were supposed to meet me...what are you doing?"

He broke the men apart, waiting for an explanation."Go on Sam, explain."

Sam's eyes were wide with fear."S-sire, I meant no harm-"

"He slipped (Y/N) a love potion!" Merlin couldn't help himself.

"A love potion?"

Sam was visibly shaking."I don't know what I was thinking, really sire-"

"You bought a love potion? That explains a lot."

"The woman said there might be complications, she said it might not work, but I didn't know she meant this!"

"Guards," Arthur yelled,"take this man away, lock him up. If you tell us more about this woman who sold you the potion, I may think about a less hurtful sentence."

Sam went kicking and screaming, but there was no time to dwell on that. Merlin was back at (Y/N)'s side, wondering if any magic would work. However, Arthur was in the room, and he didn't want to leave (Y/N) until it was too late.

"If it was a potion, there is no doubt that there is magic involved. No simple remedy will cure her." Gaius explained.

"The cure is obvious isn't it?" Arthur said."Merlin needs to kiss her."

"What?" Merlin's heart started beating faster.

"It's what happens in all fairytales. She's been put under a spell, she's asleep, and true loves kiss will wake her." Gaius and Merlin stared at him."Or so I've heard."

"I don't know Arthur."

"Sam used the love potion because he knew he would never have her. You two are so in love, he had no chance."

"It's worth a try Merlin." Gaius reasurred him.

"C-can we be alone please?" Merlin breathed out.

The two men respectfully left, hoping that Arthur's suggestion would work. Merlin's gaze never left her face, urging her eyes to open. Her face was paler, lips not as pink, cheeks not as rosy. Anyone would think she was asleep, peacefully unaware of what was happening around her. This isn't how he imagined it. He wanted it to be different.

He had often thought that it would be during a walk home. The moon would be out, there would be enough light for him to see her delicate features on her face. He would have somehow plucked up enough confidence to steer the topic of their conversation about her, he would compliment her, confess all the things he loved about her, then swiftly lean down for a kiss. He knew that would never happen, he always messed it up when he was around her.

"I didn't want it to be like this." he said, blinking away his tears. A sudden thought of losing her had crossed his mind, and he didn't want to feel like that again."I thought that...Well, I never thought we would be here, I never thought about you being hurt. (Y/N), I have always thought about what my future would involve, and you were always the first thing I thought of. I love you, I can't lose you."

Before he got himself too emotional, he gently placed a hand on her cheek, leaning down to kiss her. There was no response from her. Lingering for a few seconds, he pulled away, keeping his face just an inch from hers. A long breath escaped her mouth as it opened slightly, and her eyes slowly opened. Her brow furrowed as she saw Merlin so close to her, but before she could ask any questions, Merlin kissed her, and this time she kissed back.

Merlin had never experienced this emotion before, he wasn't sure if it was just love or a mixture of that with relief and excitement. It didn't matter. His ideal kiss with her was replaced by this.

"Merlin," (Y/N) breathed out,"not to ruin the moment, but what happened?"

"You don't remember?"

She shook her head.

"And you didn't hear anything I said?"

"Oh, I heard all of that."

"You did?"

She smiled, pushing back his hair that had been messed up."I love you."

Merlin didn't want this feeling to end, he wanted to live in it forever (without (Y/N) being in harms way of course). And although she was still very confused, (Y/N) knew he kissed her for a reason, and it was a very good one.

Meanwhile, there was a buzz between the king and his knights, but they were celebrating a different kind of victory. As soon as the manservant returned, there would be drinks all round, celebrating his final pluck of courage.

#Merlin #merlin imagines #merlin x reader #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merlin #merlin imagine #merlin one shot #arthur pendragon #arthur pendragon one shot #arthur pendragon x reader #arthur pendragon imagines #arthur pendragon imagine

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petersasteria · 4 years

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Can’t Go Back (2) - H. Osterfield

DISCLAIMER: *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

Summary: Harrison is getting married to a different girl and Tom isn’t happy about it.

Pairing: Haz x Reader

Requested? Nah my dudes

Italicized words are flashbacks

Masterlist / 1 / 2

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Tom finds himself walking around the halls of the busy hospital in hopes to find the only person he wants to see, Y/N. He doesn’t care about the weird glances people have been giving him. All he wants to do is find her.

“She could be in one of the rooms, you fucking div.” Tom tells himself, shaking his head in frustration. He turns to a corner and bumps into someone causing them to drop their clipboard.

Tom immediately picks it up and says, “I’m so sor-” He looks up and he couldn’t believe his eyes. Y/N is standing right in front of him.

‘Wow’, he thinks.

Y/N is standing in front of him looking beautiful as ever. He hasn’t seen her for such a long time. After she and Harrison broke up, she cut all contact with them. It hurt everyone, but it hurt Tom the most, because they’ve known each other before all of Tom’s fame skyrocketed.

“Hey, stranger.” Y/N says softly with a small smile on her face. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

‘Hey, stranger’ is and always will be Tom and Y/N’s thing. It all started when they were 12 years old.

Y/N and her family just moved in the neighborhood. Y/N’s the youngest in the family. Two of her older siblings are at university, her father owns a law firm, and her mother is a businesswoman. It’s safe to say that Y/N comes from a very wealthy family.

One day when Y/N was playing on their backyard when a ball comes flying over the fence. The ball knocks over a plant, interrupting little Y/N’s painting session.

“Dammit!” a boy’s voice says. Y/N turns to where the voice came from and sees a boy about her age looking over at her backyard.

“Hey, stranger!” the boy shouts. “Would you mind getting that ball for me, please?”

“You knocked over my plant!” Y/N frowns. “Clean it up and I’ll give you back your ball.”

“What if I don’t want to?” the boy smirks.

“Then you won’t get your ball back.” Y/N crosses her arms with a sly smile on her face. The boy sighs and finally agrees. He climbs over the fence, leaving Y/N shocked. She’s never met anyone who could climb over a fence like that.

The boy walks over to where the plant is and picks up the broken pieces of the pot that used to hold the plant. The plant that used to be in the pot is now scattered on the grass.

“Well don’t just stand there, stranger. Get something that could hold your plant, because the pot is broken.” the boy says, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Oh, right!” Y/N says before running inside her house to find something to put the plant in. She comes back after a few seconds with a small paper bag in her hand. She hands it to the boy, whose name she didn’t know yet. To be fair, he didn’t know her either.

“Really? A paper bag?” the boy scoffs.

“Yeah. It used to hold one donut from Krispy Kreme.” she says honestly. The boy shakes his head and puts the plant inside it.

“There, I fixed the mess. Now,” the boy stands up and looks at her, “may I PLEASE have my ball back?”

“Yes, you may.” Y/N went to where the ball was, picked it up, walked back to the boy, and handed it to him.

The boy thanked her before throwing the ball back over the fence and climbing over it.

Y/N didn’t see the boy again until she went to school. Turns out, they have the same classes and soon became best friends. They finally learned each other’s names and they’ve been best friends ever since.

“I missed you, stranger.” Tom smiles, pulling his best friend into a hug. Y/N returned the hug and they stayed like that for a minute. They pulled away at the same time and Tom asks, “Are you free right now?”

Y/N smiles and nods, “You’re just on time, actually. I’m on break.”

“So, how’s everyone?” Y/N asks, taking a bite of her food.

“Harry’s doing well in photography and he’s always with me, dad has a new book, mum is out of town with Paddy, Sam is still the same, and Tessa is well.” Tom answers.

Y/N nods and asks, “How about Haz? How is he?”

“He’s, uh, he’s getting married.” Tom bites his lip.

“Oh. Really? That’s good! Good for him.” Y/N smiles. “Why do you look so against it, though?”

“I don’t like her for him, okay?? It’s why I came to see you. Maybe you could stop the wedding, so you and Haz can get back together! It’ll be the perfect plan! He’s going to realize that he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life with Betty as soon as he sees you! Then, he’ll call off the wedding and...” Tom rambles excitedly.

“Tom,” Y/N interrupts, but Tom just rambles.

“You guys will be together again! That’ll be exciting!”

“Tom.”

“Then everyone can hang out again without feeling awkward and stuff and-”

“TOM, I’M ENGAGED TOO.” Y/N says loud enough for Tom to hear and loud enough for him to stop rambling.

“W-What? Are you messing with me right now?” Tom quietly says.

“I wish I were, but I’m not. See?” Y/N shows him her engagement ring that must’ve cost a lot.

“Oh. I didn’t know you had someone new.” Tom says, feeling very embarrassed, but he hid that embarrassment, of course.

He hid it very well.

“Lucky for you, you won’t stop the wedding.”

“What? You literally just said that you want me to be there to stop the wedding and-”

“I was kidding, Y/N.” Tom chuckles, pretending to play it off as a joke he made up.

“Oh,” Y/N laughs, “for a second there I thought it was real.”

‘Oh, but it was.’ Tom thinks.

“Then, why are you here for?” Y/N asks.

“I’m actually here to ask you to be my plus one at Haz’s wedding. I don’t want to be a third wheel y’know and I want my plus one to be someone I’m close with.” Tom says as he makes up a cover story on the spot.

“E-mail me the details and I’ll get back to you on that. But I do want to be your plus one. I think it’ll be fun!” Y/N smiles, checking her watch. “Looks like I need to go.”

Y/N pulls out a few pounds from her wallet and puts it on the table. “Since you came all the way here just to ask me to be your plus one, the least I could do is pay for our lunch.”

Before Tom could protest, Y/N asks for the bill and pays for the food as soon as she got it.

“Keep the change.” Y/N tells the waiter. She looks at Tom and says, “I have to go. Tell the guys I said ‘hi’, okay? I can’t wait to see them!” Y/N gets up to leave, “I changed my number. Here’s my calling card.”

She gives him her calling card, “Text me.” Without another word, she leaves the restaurant.

“I’m so fucked.” Tom says to himself, before leaving the restaurant.

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-not proofread-

this has been overdue bc school works are a pain in the ass

big thanks to @myblueleatherbag for helping me with this mini series!

Tagging my mutuals: @sweetdespairbarnes @fanficparker @lcvelyparkers @tommysparker

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield imagines #harrison osterfield fanfiction #harrison osterfield fanfic #harrison osterfield fic #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield x y/n #haz osterfield #haz osterfield imagines #haz osterfield fanfiction #haz osterfield fanfic #haz osterfield fic #haz osterfield x reader #haz osterfield x y/n #tom holland #tom holland imagines

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mycupoffanfiction · 5 years

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His Second Chance Part 2

Bucky x Reader

His Second Chance Masterlist

Bucky comes back from Wakanda with Steve, ready to begin his recovery from his days as the Winter Soldier, but there’s one thing he doesn’t take into account - you.

Warnings: Language, angst, fluff.

Word count: Approx 2200

Masterlist

I’ve been on a bit of a writing roll with this series, I have several parts lined up for the next few days and MY GOD Bucky makes my heart hurt excuse me.

Please don’t hesitate to leave suggestions or thoughts! TAG LISTS ARE OPEN! (Permanent and His Second Chance lists)

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It felt like a burn almost. You could feel it there, even if you couldn’t see it. It felt cold, but hot at the same time. It sent shivers up your spine as you swallowed thickly. You pulled a blanket over yourself, you felt so exposed while being fully clothed. You curled in on yourself on the sofa, eyes glued to the screen, controller in your hand as you played a videogame. You had a headset on, so not to disturb the others, it was early morning after all and you hadn’t been able to sleep.

“You can come and sit with me, if you want.” You spoke up, eyes not leaving the screen as your character slashed at enemies. Bucky peered around the corner; icy cold glare fixed on you as he slowly inched towards you. “Sorry for staring.” He mumbled, standing in front of an armchair to your left, but he didn’t move to sit down.

You were so pretty, he just couldn’t help staring, but now he was in trouble because you knew he was staring even when you couldn’t see him. How did you know? You paused your game to look over at him, a sweet smile on your lips as you made eye contact with his weary, tired eyes. “Why don’t you sit down?” You asked, not really looking for an answer, it was more of a prompt. Bucky grunted, shaking his head and your smile fell.

Stop grunting at her, it scares her, you scare her. Bucky knew he made you uneasy, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t sit down, not because he didn’t want to, he did, but he just couldn’t. “Bucky.” Your sweet voice interrupted his thoughts. “Please sit down.” You almost begged, the tone of your voice sounded like you were almost upset that he wouldn’t take a seat. “No.” He said, much more angrily than he’d meant to and you looked up at him in surprise. Your breathing caught in your throat at that and Bucky instantly felt bad. Idiot, you’re scaring her. “Oh.” You whispered, cheeks blushing. Damn it was cute when she blushed. What Bucky didn’t find cute though, was that the reason you were blushing was not a good reason at all. Bucky squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. You looked so uncomfortable. You made her feel uncomfortable, well done Barnes. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

You looked away at your game for a mere second to save it, opening your mouth to say something, but as soon as you looked back, Bucky had silently slunk away in that split second. “Bucky?” You called out, voice small and weak, wondering if he was watching you from somewhere.

“What’s with your one sided staring contests, Barnes?” Sam asked as the pair sat at the island in the kitchen. “Whaddya mean?” Bucky grumbled into his black coffee. The barstool he was perched on was hard, almost the same as sitting on the floor, so he was comfortable enough. “You stare at (Y/n) a lot, we noticed it, she notices it.” Sam explained, tilting his head from side to side a few times as he spoke. “She noticed it?” He asked. Of course he knew she noticed it, she noticed him earlier without even seeing him. Fuck did she complain about him? I bet she feels weird when you stare at her, gotta stop staring at her. “She mentioned it.” Sam shrugged. “Said she thought it was sad, thinks you want to talk to her but you just grunt at her.” Sam scoffed, finding it almost funny that Bucky couldn’t bring himself to talk to you properly. “Do I scare her?” Bucky blurted out, eyes wide with fear as his cold stare bore into Sam’s warm, smiling face. “Dunno, why don’t you ask her, Barnes?” Sam shook his head affectionately before hopping up from his seat. Urgh Wilson was hopeless, need to ask Steve.

“Stevie?” Your sweet tone captured his attention, the soldier sat hunched over some papers as he hummed in response. He’d just returned from training some cadets and was still in his suit. Steve reached up to scratch his beard, looking up at you. A smirk forming on his lips when he saw you sporting the same Captain America hoodie. “You must’ve missed me a lot to get a Captain America hoodie.” He chuckled, gesturing you to come to him. You sat beside him on the sofa as he fiddled with his papers on the coffee table. “It was a gift.” You shrug, smiling up at him. “But I did miss you a lot, Stevie.” You sighed. “I know, sweetheart. I missed you too.” Steve pecked you lightly on the temple, giving you a tight squeeze around the middle.

You were like a sister to him; you’d been best friends for years. You’d grown a tight bond with the soldier, after all he was the one who found you and took you to the Avengers. Sometimes people mistook your affection towards each other as romantic, but by now everyone in the team knew how it really was and no one questioned it anymore.

“Oh I almost forgot, I gotta go and run these up to Fury, but could ya take this to Buck for me, please?” Steve asked, handing you a heavy black bag. You wondered what was in it, but you thought it best not to pry, especially when Bucky was so private. You just nodded and took the bag from him.

Okay, you have to do more than grunt and sound angry when you next see her. Bucky paced around his room. A soft little knock came to his door and he paused in his step, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. “Bucky?” Your sweet little voice called through when he didn’t open the door. Right, right, gotta open the door, there’s not a guard to open it for you. Bucky moved to the door, pushing aside the chair he had started to wedge against the door at night in his paranoia. He flung the door open and you practically jumped back, a little squeak escaping your lips. Shit, fuck, you already scared her just by opening the damn door too violently, don’t use your metal arm to open doors.

“I- uh- um.” You avoided eye contact as you took a deep breath. That damn hoodie again. Maybe one day you’ll have merchandise and she’ll walk around in your hoodie. You thrust the bag at Bucky, glancing up into his eyes, but you paused when you saw his eyes had softened slightly. “I’m sorry.” Was all he could say. “W-what for?” You squeaked out, awkwardly shifting in your step as your heart rate calmed. “For scaring you.” He mumbled, flesh hand taking the bag from you, brushing your delicate hand slightly. So soft. God, Bucky just wanted to reach out and touch you so bad. He wanted to hold you and feel another human being against him. But he couldn’t. “Oh, Bucky, you don’t-.” You cut yourself off as you peered into his room, a look of confusion crossing your features. Bucky glanced behind him, a streak of panic running through him before turning back to you. “Do you- do you sleep on the floor?” You asked, voice shrinking down even smaller than it was before as you stared into his room. Oh no, no, no, why did she have to notice?

Poor Bucky. Your eyes trailed over the mattress that he’d pulled off the bed frame and onto the floor. The thinnest blanket he could find was draped over the bare mattress. Your heart sank. “Bucky.” You whispered. “You don’t have to sleep on the floor.” You looked up at him, sadness in your eyes. Bucky’s heart almost broke clean in half when he saw how your eyes glistened with sadness. Oh no, she’s sad, crap you made her sad. Bucky didn’t want to see the tears that welled up in your eyes. No, please don’t cry for me, why would you cry for me? Bucky panicked in his head as he saw a little tear escape the corner of your eye. He didn’t know what to do, so in his panic he looked around, stepped back from the door and closed it, leaving you alone in the hallway.

You were beside yourself. Poor Bucky couldn’t even relax enough to sleep properly on his bed. No wonder he constantly looked exhausted. But you started to piece it together. He stood all the time, unless the surface was hard or firm. Maybe he’d always been forced to sit in uncomfortable chairs or on the floor. You weren’t too sure, but what you did know was that it was starting to become your personal mission to help Bucky adjust, if he’d let you of course. You hoped he’d warm up to you soon, the grunts, few words and the panicked way he would avoid you when you accidentally touched a nerve was upsetting to see. But maybe, just maybe you could help him.

“Wait, no, I thought we could have dinner in the other room tonight.” You smiled brightly, stopping Steve from sitting down at the island with his plate. “At the dining table.” You added, eyes flicking between all three boys. “Please?” You asked sweetly, big soft eyes. It wasn’t like any of them could say no to you anyway. “That sounds nice, doesn’t it Buck?” Steve asked as he watched you walk out of the kitchen and lead the way to the dining room, you heard Bucky grunt in response, but you understood that it was a common reply from him and not because he was being rude.

Sam and Steve automatically sat together on one side of the table, leaving two seats right next to each other for you and Bucky. Ooh, I get to sit next to her. Bucky felt a tingle in his stomach, an airy feeling in his head. Suddenly his forehead didn’t feel so tense and he relaxed a little. Are you feeling… Happy? That was new. Bucky paused for a moment, he hadn’t even realised that you’d already sat down and you were looking up expectantly at him. Sam and Steve paid little attention as they squabbled on the other side of the table. Bucky hesitantly pulled the dining chair out and he paused when he saw the cushion on the seat. He looked at you, seeing the hope in your eyes. She wants to you sit down; she knows you won’t. Bucky shook his head and grunted a little to get the thoughts to stop and then glanced at you, realising your sweet little hopeful smile had dropped and you looked disappointed. Stop. Grunting. It scares her you idiot. Bucky took a deep breath and put his plate of food down on the dining table. Do it for her, try at least, come on Barnes. You can take out a building of people in ten minutes but you can’t sit on a fucking chair.

A little giggle passed your lips when he plopped down onto the cushioned chair. He looked confused, surprised and… Pleased. This felt odd, very odd. It was squishy and soft but kind of nice. No, actually it was very nice. “Comfortable?” You asked, leaning on the table to try and catch his line of sight. Bucky nodded as he pulled the chair in, pausing for a moment to feel the cushion underneath him. So this is what it felt like to be normal, at least for a moment. “Thank you.” Bucky mumbled, eyes shyly glancing at you. A big, sweet smile formed on your lips, making Bucky’s heart flutter as you stared up at his icy demeanor. He was so cold, so void of expression, but you wondered if he felt something inside that he wasn’t showing you.

She is so damn pretty. Bucky was mesmerised by you, the way your smile lit up your face, urgh, he could look at you all the time if it wasn’t weird. “You gonna eat or are you two just going to stare into each other’s eyes all night?” Sam joked and as if on cue, both you and Bucky shot glares at Sam for ruining your moment.

You were so happy, so proud, you weren’t sure if you were proud of yourself for trying to help Bucky or if you were proud of him for making an effort to adjust to something new, but you were goddamn proud. Your heart swelled as you watched Bucky relax into his seat as he ate, he didn’t look as stiff as he normally did, maybe he was starting to feel more comfortable or maybe it was because you were seeing him and helping.

Either way, you didn’t see yourself stopping any time soon. One step at a time, you were determined to help Bucky, because you knew that deep down under that tough exterior that there was a sweet man who just needed a little help to come out.

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Title: Family;

Fandom: The Avengers;

Character: Bucky;

Note: Y/N: Your Name;

Warning: None;

Request: Bucky finding out the reader is pregnant and his cute reaction

Author’s Note: It felt good to write this. It’s a simple and sweet imagine. Also, this is set after End Game. Hope you like it!

Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at the papers you just dropped on the ground. Your eyes welled with tears, both from joy and worry, while the palm of your hand gently touched your belly, where now you knew there was a little life growing.

The only thing that you had to figure out was how to break the news to the father. You simply had no idea of how Bucky would react.

What if he didn’t want that?

Not the baby, he would love that child with all his strenght. You knew that when he lived back in the 40ties, he dreamed of having a family to go back to after the war, you two had talked about it a lot when you expressed your desire to have kids. But this was before the Winter Soldier and HYDRA, before the Avengers, before Steve was gone. So because his life now is way more dangerous and everything, what if he decided that it would be better if the baby had a life away from him? You knew this was his opinion even if he didn’t voice it by the time you were having that conversation. He didn’t feel the need to, of course, it was just a talk. You weren’t pregnant then.

But now you were.

You bit your lip, millions of different settings of Bucky telling you that it would be for the best if you broke up. He would provide everything but he simply couldn’t allow anyone to know about that child. The Super Soldier was already over protective when it came to you. Your name was hidden from his S.H.I.E.L.D’s file and you rarely had dates or anything outside the Facility. Not that you minded, you liked just being there with him, the fact was that he was afraid of you being dragged into dangerous situations just because you were his lover. And above all, a civilian.

Anxiety started building in your stomach as you decided to tell someone else first. You walked though the Facility, looking for a specific person, who you knew would be able to tell you if it was alright or not to tell Bucky.

Unfortunately, Wanda was not alone.

She and Sam were talking about something in the Common Area, while sitting on the couch. The TV was on, but none of them were paying attention to it. You listened a bit of the conversation beforehand, because if they were discussin plans and serious stuff you wouldn’t intervene.

But they weren’t, Wanda was merely reminiscing her passed brother and Vision with Sam.

As soon as you came close, the Witch’s head shot up and her eyes widened.

Uh-oh.

Your thoughts probably were all over the place, racing like mad in your head and the empath probably caught the distress quickly than you expected. You knew she didn’t meant to pry, but sometimes it pissed you how easily she could access anyone’s mind.

She smiled apologetically, knowing that you were not mad at her, but you pouted anyway.

Sam stared at you both.

“Can someone tell me what the hell just happened, please?”

Wanda remained silent, patting the spot between her and Sam in the couch, making enough room for you to sit. Without hesitation, you did, sighing as Wanda held your hand.

“It’s okay...” she said, soothinly while her other hand combed your hair.

“What is wrong, princess?” said Sam, patting your back.

Sam always treated you like that. He said you were the Facility’s princess, since even though you were small you were easily capable of ordering everyone around just for the fun of it and since everyone loved you, they would easily do anything you wanted. Of course you never used that, just fooled around sometimes, but if you wanted, you certanly could.

You laughed a little, imagining how would it be when they found out you were pregnant. Damn, you would have to deal with a lot more of overprotectiveness, not only from Bucky.

That is, if he still wanted you to be around.

“Sam...” you whispered as Wanda openend her mouth, probably to say something about yout latest thought “Please... don’t freak out... but... I’m pregnant...”

Samuel-Thomas-Wilson/a.k.a-Falcon.mind.exe stopped working.

Sam just stared at you, completely dumbfounded, wide eyes and mouth ajar, while Wanda giggled.

“While he absorbs the information, look at me, darling...” you looked, already feeling tears well in the corners of your eyes, because you knew how supportive and sweet Wanda would be about it without even needing to read her mind “These fears... I understand that you have no idea of what to expect... but Bucky would never think the way you are imagining. He would probably be the exact opposite. He probably will make you move in here, so he can be as close as possible.”

“But you understand where I’m coming from, don’t you?” you replied, stealing a glance at Sam, who had at least closed his mouth and now was silently staring at you two, his hand now slipped to yours, holding it gently “I know he loves me. I know he will love this child. But Bucky is still fighting against his past. He is always scared of hurting me during his sleep or that some enemy finds out about us and... you know... hurts me to get to him... I’m afraid he will push us away exactly out of love...”

A few tears managed to fall, but you bit your lip, not allowing yourself to cry.

“Hey...” Sam whispered, using his sleeves to wipe away the wetness on your cheek slightly “You will only know that if you tell him. What’s the point of suffering like this in advance? You don’t know what his reaction will be and you’re scared, I get it. But you can’t change or hide this... I promise that I will kick his ass if he decides to do something stupid...”

“Sam is right, Y/N.” Wanda smiled “But I really think you don’t have to worry about him pushing you away. He would never act like this...”

“Yeah, princess. I’m sure Bucky would never do that”

“I would never do what?”

Your eyes widened when Bucky’s voice startled you. Quickly wiping away the rest of the tears while Wanda and Sam got up, turning towards the door, where the super soldier walked past and now stood, frowning. His hair was wet, signalying that he probably just had a bath after training.

“She has something to tell you...” you heard Wanda’s voice as she and Sam walked away, not before they both gave you a hug, making more tears accumulate in your eyes.

Bucky kneeled in front of you, his eyes full of worry when he noticed you were almost crying. His hands caressed your face while he patiently waited for you to start talking to him.

“I’m... scared...” you whispered honestly.

“Of me?”

“Not you...” quickly you corrected, your hands clasping his as you leaned foward with your forehead touching his “I’m... afraid of how you will react to what I’ll tell you...”

“I have no idea of what is going on, but you don’t have to be afraid, doll...” he sat crosslegged on the ground and pulled you towards his body, placing you on his lap. You shifted, passing your legs on his waist so that you were facing Bucky and your ankles crossed behind his back “Talk to me...”

You took a breath.

“I’m afraid that you will push me away, Bucky...” you explained, drying your eyes again “Because... something big happened. Something that will change everything between us...”

He stared, arching one eyebrow.

“What? You met someone else?” you had no idea if you actually found funny that the Winter Soldier was insecure or if your brain really stopped functioning correctly, but you had to laugh, making him frown even more “I’m kind of lost here, doll...”

“I’m sorry... I think it’s my fault. I made things ambiguous...”

You leaned against his shoulders, hiding your expression when you finally whispered in his ear.

“I’m pregnant...”

You felt Bucky’s body stiffen and his breath hitch.

“W-What?” you tried to bury yourself even more against him, but his hands firmly pulled you so that he could look into your eyes “Are you serious?”

Nodding you bit your lips again, shyly looking back at him.

You met with a set of expressions that were completely new for you. Bucky’s eyes were wide at fist and you could almost see the engines working inside his head as he tried to grasp the situation. Once he did, his eyes shifted, looking towards your belly for a few moments - and you swore his eyes were a little shiny - before looking back at your face.

And then he smiled.

The most beautiful smile you have ever seen in his face, before he captured your face between his hands again and pulled you for a breath taking kiss. His hands slid on your sides, stopping at your waist, bringing your body closer to his.

“B-Bucky... w-wait...” you whispered between kisses, but he didn’t stop, only leaving your lips to pepper small pecks all over your face, making you laugh while trying to brush him away “Bucky... James! Stop for a second!”

When he stopped you were still laughing, your worries almost completely forgotten.

Almost.

“I don’t understand...”

“What you don’t understand? You don’t want this?” he asked slowly, staring at you.

“No, of course I do!”

“Then?”

“I thought you... well... I thought you woul-”

“That I would decide it would be better if you both were away from me?”

You widened your eyes, nodding.

He moved so that his back was pressed to the couch and now both of your legs rested on top of one of his thighs as you leaned against his shoulder.

“Maybe if this happened before... a few years ago, I would have. Probably.” Bucky said as one of his hands rested in your belly. Your heart swell with affection at the gesture and you knew that the little beeing existing there was already so loved not only by you, but by him too “I’m a little afraid, of course. But I know that you will be safer with me. Besides... I have always dreamead of having a family. I didn’t even knew that this was possible. I thought... I thought HYDRA had made it impossible when they turned me in the Winter Soldier. I didn’t have any hope and even forgot about it. Then I met you and... you made me feel... you made me want it again. When we first spoke about this I felt guilty for not sharing this with you, this fear about what HYDRA could have done, but I couldn’t find the courage to tell you that we might not have this...” his thumb draw small circles around your belly and you pulled away from his shoulder a little to stare at his face. He was serious, the frown back to his expression “I’m sorry about that...”

You smiled a little, pullind his chin so that he was looking at you.

“It’s okay...”

“And about being safe. Don’t worry. I couldn’t dream of a life apart of you. With or without the baby. You mean everything to me. Besides, I heard that Clint kept his family hidden for a long time. I can talk to Furry, just in case...”

“Family...” you repeated, laughing joyfully at the word “I like the sound of that...”

“Me too... you have no idea how much...” he gave a small pause and you almost could hear his breath failing a bit “Thank you, Y/N...”

“For what?”

You stopped when you saw tears rolling down his cheeks. Panicking because, oh my God, Bucky was crying what the hell am I supposed to do?

You hugged him when he choked a small sobb mixed with a laugh.

“I love you so much...” he whispered, making a shiver run from your toes towards your head while he gripped you against his chest “Thank you for bringing this to me...”

Small tears escaped your eyes too when he pulled away, gazing with those stormy blue orbs into yours. His forehead rested against yours and you felt a huge sense of peace when you both placed your connected hands in your belly.

“I love you, too...” you whispered after Bucky kissed you slowly.

A thought crossed your mind and you had to laugh, making him stare at you confused.

“I was just thinking... we have a lot of names to choose from...” you said thinking of all the fallen friends you wanted to honor.

He seemed lost in thought for a moment before smirking.

“Then we are going to need a big family to honor them all...”

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