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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 9 months

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tEaM cAp BaD, tOnY gOoD

The fact that takes like this are still being spewed 7 years after Civil War maddens me.

OMG where do I even start... You know, maybe this is the result of the MCU not knowing where they stand in regards to heroism. In the past we used to watch superhero movies that were very clear on defending the heroes and keeping the villains accountable, but for some reason the MCU seems to enjoy questioning their heroes and framing them in a negative light while justifying the bad guys - so I'm not surprised to read these takes.

OP says "Hydra didn't hide themselves after the reveal". Uh, yes, they did, actually. And with good reason. If you have been infiltrating an American intelligence agency for decades and you're finally outed, why exactly would anyone go out there and happily advertise they're Hydra? That... makes no sense.

I honestly have no interest in talking about "Did Wanda and Pietro know or not?". I'll just leave this here.

In the same comment OP shows his anger at Wanda for not facing any consequences for her actions, he defends Stark "not selling more weapons" as enough accountability for his. So he can spend his whole life willfully ignorant of where his wealth is coming from, he only decides to stop selling when those weapons kill Americans (he didn't give a fuck if they hurt other people), he can literally tell the government to suck it when they request his tech (which I'm okay with, but damn, nice display of hypocrisy right there when these stans claim the heroes are awful for not signing the Accords in CW)... and all this shit is enough for Stark to be off the hook?

They want Wanda, sometimes even Steve, to be jailed and punished but when it comes to Stark, if he pouts for a while they call it a day and that's enough accountability for him 🤦‍♀️

OP's line about Edith is even worse: "Edith is designed as a planetary defense system." I always think of Zola's line in TWS whenever I read a take like that one: "HYDRA created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security."

More control doesn't equate more safety, it tends to cause the opposite thing, actually. But of course NWH never addressed the morality of this device so many fans think its existence okay. If they had handled it like Nolan did their ideas would be different. Edith is another Project Insight and Stark was still defending this "control is safety" years after CW 👇

That's Hydra rhetoric. I couldn't care less if it's a so-called "hero" saying it, that line could be said by Zola or Red Skull or Rumlow, that's how messed up it is. But all of a sudden it's Stark saying it and that makes it okay?

OP: "Steve Rogers [...] solves problems by punching things [...] He has no fucking idea how to handle a situation involving a bioweapon or a terrorist." Tell me you don't understand Steve's character without telling me you don't understand him. This stan is one of those who thinks Steve is just a buff guy with no brains who can only punch his way out of things, which is hilarious because he has been shown to be the exact opposite of that.

A guy who figured out how to take that flag from Camp Lehigh, who could easily tell he was being deceived after being defrosted when that Shield woman approached him in the med bay, who figured out Loki's sceptre worked like a Hydra weapon (linking the space and mind stones & how they worked), who knows military regulations well enough to know where a building is built in the wrong place, who can figure out he's going to be attacked in an elevator after only a few seconds...

Sure, he only knows how to punch things 🙄

#anti tony stark #steve rogers #team cap

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submissiveking99 · 2 months

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AVENGERS

Black Widow (Heroine/Assassin)

Natasha, the Black Widow. Famous super spy who can use every weapon known to man, as well as her body, to fuffil her mission

Wasp/ Janet Van Dhyn (Heroine)

Janet, the Wasp, is one of Marvel's main heroes. Not that you would know that, of course, with how she has treated. A spunky and energetic fashion designer, with the confidence to back up the fact she has lead the Avengers once or twice.

Rescue/ Iron Woman/ Pepper Potts (Heroine)

Pepper Potts, Tony's long time assistant. Current CEO of Stark... was it Stark International, Stark Enterprises or Stark Tech Limited this month? The company had been disbanded and reformed so much just the different itterations of the company could fill multiple pages of her resume by themselves.

Using the latest Rescue Armour, Pepper has been busy dealing with Tony's messes.

Captain Carter/ Captain Britian/ Peggy Carter (Heroine)

Captain Peggy Carter. In her world she was given the Super Soldier Serum, and ended up in the future.

A serious but much more relaxed hero than Steve Roggers was, but just as compassionate.

Madame Hydra/ Viper (Villainess)

One of the generals of HYDRA, and ocasionally their leader. Sensual but dark, sadistic and evil. An honest to god sadist dommy mummy who wishes to rule the entire world.

Carol Danvers/ Ms Marvel (Heroine)

Carol Danvers was a piolet for the US military. When she was struck by some energy, her cells where mixed with the cosmic hero Captain Marvel and she became a half-kree/half-human hybrid with immense power.

She-Hulk (Heroine)

Jeniffer Walters is the cousin to the one and only Green Giant, the Hulk. Given a blood transfusion to save her life, the gamma infused blood gave Jen a Hulk form of her own. But without the psycological issues her cousin has, she is able to shift between the states at will with anger being a near zero problem with her. Jen prefers to be in her Hulk form as it makes her feel more confident and sexy

Red She-Hulk/ Elizabeth 'Betty' Ross (slash Banner) (Anti-Heroine at worst)

Betty Ross is the Red She-Hulk. Love intrest of Bruce Banner, daughter of General Thaddeus Ross, she has a lot of history with the Gamma situations.

Betty is a physical powerhouse like any and every Hulk, but her spit and blood is also acidic while she can absorb and redirect some level of energy blasted at her.

Black Panther/ Shuri of Wakanda (Heroine)

Shuri is the princess of Wakanda and a computer genius, using an artifical means to copy the abilities the Heart Shaped Herb gave her brother in order to defend Wakanda

Thor/ Lady Thor/ Jane Foster (Heroine)

Jane Foster was dying of cancer when the Hammer of Thor, Mjolnir, came to her. Thor, at the time, being unworthy. Taking the weapon in hand, Jane was worthy and so she gained the powers of her old lover. Ready to defend the realms

Lady Loki (Villainess/Anti-Heroine/Neutral)

The goddess of mischief and stories, who's alliance shifts based off her amusement and her current goals. A powerful mage and confident woman.

Amora the Enchantress (Villainess)

Enchantress is an Asgardian, the goddess of love. Her magic is some of the strongest in all of Asgard. Her beauty and her magic make any bow at her feet begging for her attention

Hela (Villainess/Neutral)

Loki's daughter and the goddess of death, a very sensual woman who wishes to expand her armies to protect her kingdom

Elektra/ Elektra Natchios (Anti-Heroine)

Elektra is of Greek descent and was trained in martial arts almost all her life.

Eventually being taken in and brainwashed by the organisation known as The Hand after she died, Elektra has had an interesting rollarcoaster of a life

White Tiger/ Ava Ayala (Heroine)

Ava gets her powers from the White Tiger Amulet she wears, a family heirloom passed through her family. A brilliant mind mixed with the powers of a savage beast

Squirrel Girl/ Doreen Green (Heroine)

Squirrel Girl is a bit of a joker character. A fun, confident girl... who's powers are that she can talk to squirrels and some slight super strength.

...

And yet she can take out the likes of Thanos. By herself. Without any effort.

Sue Storm/ Invisible Woman (Heroine)

Sue Storm is one of Marvel's leading ladies. One of the core members of the Fantastic Four, Susan Storm gained her powers when herself and the other members of the team as they where hit by cosmic rays, changed forever in some most fantastic ways.

Jessica Jones (Heroine/Private Detective)

Jessica Jones went to the same High School as Peter Parker and had a crush on him. She gained super strength and the ability to fly. She tried to be a hero called Jewel.

....

And then came the Purple Man.

And years of trauma

Jessica is now a serious detective who tries to stay away from all the cape crap. Just trying to make way in this crazy, crazy world.

Nebula (Anti-Heroine/Villainess)

The alleged Grand-Daughter of Thanos. Nebula is a scourge to the galaxy trying to prove herself to/outdo the Mad Titan no matter who, or what, is in her way

Gamora (Heroine/Anti-Heroine)

Adopted daughter of Thanos the Mad Titan, and the most deadly woman in the entire Galaxy. Gamora is a warrior in all meaning of the word.

Total Muses: 18

#open smut rp #open to all #open rp #marvel #read rules before interacting #marvel rp #comic rp #avengers rp

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flamingskull28 · 10 days

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(Agent 96 story from the poll)

3 sat between Callie and Marie, staring off and being unaware of everything besides the beaming summer time heat and her fellow Agents in the distance.

4 was practicing at the row of target bloons, there used to be just 3 but 4 and 8 worked together to add various targets, some moving and others impopable..

They were both so talented...

3's cheeks flushed as she watched 4 tear through the target range with each weapon she had then switch to the next and do it again with ease. The girls movements were perfect anytime she broke from a sprint, 4 instantly swung her weapon and took her target out then the next.

3 wondered if they'd ever be on that level of strength or precision, maybe not but it still was enjoyable to watch 4 at work. The Agents firm muscles catching 3's eye consistently, they showed perfectly with 4's long elegant tentacle, shorts and crop top combined with their hero jacket tied around their waist. Seeing 4 like this made 3's stomach flutter in strange ways... her face was getting way to hot as well..

3 turned their gazed to 8, who was tinkering with various weapons at Sheldon's upgrade station. Though it didn't help 3's situation as the octoling zipped through the contents of a splatling, seeming to know the device like the back of her own hand.

8 had taken off the front barrel of a hydra and grabbed the barrel from a nearby killer wail cannon, somehow gripping the heavy part with one hand showing strength simler to 4's. 8 went on to weld the two items together, taking a brief moment to admire the handy work then instantly diving back into the Frankenstein of a splating.

3 blushed further, these two were astounding. 3 knew how she felt about them but... how would she ever be on their level?

3 hoped she'd ever have the strength to tell them how she felt.

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4 grunted as she put a full force swing into hitting the target balloon. Destroying the thing instantly. She smirked, having gone through the course with all her weapons three times now. This thing had been a pain for her and 8 to build... though 4 didn't think she deserved much credit, she'd only offered ideas and stuck mechanics together, 8 was the real brains.. she was so smart...

4 took a seat next to her training course, as close to 8 as possible without being to weird. She took the chance to look over the marvel of weapon tech, 8 had stuck together. 4 went over the amount of carefully connected components and clever welding it took to form a hydra with a killer wail, in her head and admired 8's skills even more. A blush overtakeing her.

She really hopped no one noticed her staring at 8's mechanics outfit and tied up tentacles, 8 was very pretty girl.... 4 never had the heart to say that to her though...

"H-Hey 4 mind i-if... I uh, try the training course?" 3 approached timidly, 4 found their nervousness adorable given the girl always looked so tough from afar. Oddly 4 got the same happy and bubbly feeling when 3 was around as she did with 8...

"Of course ya dummy, it's a training course for all of us. It's about time I see you try it out." 4 remarked with a lighthearted shoulder punch then stood back to give 3 room.

3 flashed a smile in response then rested their hero shot. 3 definitely didn't match 4 in strength or precision but her agility and tactical prowess were more then enough to burn through the training course.

4 was impressed with how efficiently 3 cleared it on their first go. Sure it was a bit slow and she manged to get knocked over by one of the reinflating balloons but still. Though 4 was a bit biased, she loved to watch 3 at work and this was no different, why was a question 4 had yet to understand.

A call from 8 caught her attention before she could ponder it.

"Maybe one day I can tell them about this weird feeling.." she mumbled

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"4,3! I believe it's finished." 8 smiled confidently while wiping the sweat from her head.

"That hydra + killer wail thing you've been crafting?" 3 sat her gun down and walked over with 4.

"The Wailing Hydra." 4 stated matter of factly with a hint if teasing.

"Yup! Been putting this together all day, not to mention designing it.." 8 held the weapon up proudly, clearly struggling to support the weight. It was a hydra mixed with a killer wail, various tubed, braces and an extra large tank were required to make it so that was a given. "Who wants the first test run? I don't want to be using it if it explodes." 8 laughed with her statement though 3 didn't seem to catch that given her worried expression.

8 couldn't help but find it cute, 3 was a softie at heart and everyone knew it. It made 8 found of the girl... she assumed the butterflies thinking about them gave her was nothing though.

"I'll try it!" 4 reached out to grabbed the weapon from 8, her smile a mix of chaos and excitement.

"Careful! It's hea-....vy?." 8 was surprised when 4 easily held up the weapon with just one hand

"Eh a bit." Was all 4 said as she admired the thing, the tank inside taking ink from her own tank. It needed a full tank of ink to work. "I think it's full so stand back."

8 flushed seeing 4's pure confidence as the sound of mechanical whirling filled the air. The weapon audiblely pumped ink into the main firing mechanism and soon enough it was ready to fire.

4 let go of the trigger and a massive beam of yellow ink exploded from the barrel, a solid stream of destruction landing where ever she aimed, one that even popped the normally unpoppable balloons.

4 laughed as if this was the most fun she'd ever had. 8 watched on in admiration, why was this hot..? Must just be a random thought.... yeah totally.

Eventually the beam died down. 4 turned back around with a face of pure joy "That. Was. AWESOME!" 4 hugged 8 in appreciation, unaware of how the octoling instantly felt her whole face flush.

"N-No problem." 8 said trying and failing to keep her cool til 4 let go and then ranted about the amazing handling and all around great design, 8 felt lightheaded from the praise from a girl she looked up too.

Timidly 3 interrupted "Hey uh.. c-coukd I try, it looked fun..." 4 smiled brightly and handed 3 the weapon and made sure she was handling it right.

8 watched 4 instruct 3, her face still burning... maybe one day she could admit what they made her feel

#splatoon #agent 4 #agent 8 #agent 3 #agent 96 #lesbian #splatoon 2 #writing on tumblr #agent 32 #agent 12 #agent 24

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buckysimp101 · 2 years

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Love at First Grade (18+) - 17

Single Dad!Bucky x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

chapter warnings: sad? bucky’s def a lil depressed/has some self-image issues going on. there is a lil fluff/humor to make up for it though. don’t worry the smut will be back momentarily!

a/n: i have to give some credit to @youlightmeupfinn for the Shuri/Bucky interaction in this fic because she gave me the idea! thanks bestie <3 ALSO. Only 4 chapters + an epilogue left of the main story y’all 🥲 feel free to send any requests for one shots or drabbles if you think of any. I know of at least one to two deleted scenes that I’ll post when it’s done!

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Bucky knew he was sold on the Udaku Tech arm the second he woke up and found out it was a possibility. He trusted Shuri with his life. And you did too apparently. Thinking back to all the different times your threads of life have crossed made Bucky curious as to how the hell you only just met six months ago. But he wouldn’t have it any other way. When you got off the phone with the lawyer you told Bucky he’d be coming by later to talk about the course of action and what the plan would be to make sure Brock hurt as much as you all did. Then you played. You played with the girls. You let them giggle and squeal and get attacked by the tickle monster again and again and again. And laying there in that hospital bed, James Buchanan Barnes knew he was the luckiest man on earth. He had a wonderful, intelligent daughter, a partner that could bring grown men to their knees with her badassery and a second daughter who he’d had the opportunity to watch grow into a confident young girl.

But Bucky had his doubts and his worries with his new arm. He knew that he could trust Shuri and her technological innovations any day. He could trust her way more than any crap HYDRA Corp would try to put on his body. But he worried about the adjustment to this change in his life. In your lives. He knew you’d told him that you loved him but did he sense a bit of pity behind your words? Were you staying with him because you felt obligated to? Would the new metal arm scare you off? Would he be able to hold you and Becca and Avery like he used to? Would he hurt you? All these thoughts seemed to be floating around Bucky’s head and it was like he couldn’t get his brain to turn off. And you were either a psychic mind-reader or you just knew him so well because at that moment you sent the girls to play quietly with each other and approached his bed.

Your hand ran through his hair as you watched Bucky take in your features. And then you spoke. “You know, if you keep frowning like that you’re gonna get wrinkles, grandpa.”

The bluntness with which you joked had Bucky snorting and trying to cover it up with a cough. You joking with him seemed to lift some of the weight of uncertainty off Bucky’s shoulders. ”We’re the same age, grandma,” his Brooklyn drawl coming out more heavily with his joking tone. You rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh before taking a seat and continuing to run your hands through Bucky’s hair. It felt nice. The physical touch. The soothing feeling of your hands on his body always made Bucky feel better. And here you were again, working your magic. You always seemed to know the right things to say to make him feel even the teensiest bit better.

You took advantage of his silence and questioned quietly, “whatcha thinking about, Buck?” Bucky took in a deep breath as he chanced a look at the girls. Avery and Becca were sharing a chair and watching what sounded like Bluey own a tablet.

When he was sure they weren’t paying attention, he answered lowly, “honey…I’m so scared.”

The uncontrollable tremble of his voice made your eyes well with tears. You moved your hand from playing with his hair to take his hand and bring it to your lips for a small kiss. The gesture making Bucky’s heart swell.

“Bucky, baby. I know you are. And it’s okay for you to feel that way. Wanna tell me what you’re scared of?”

“I’m scared that I’m going to hurt you or the girls…that I’m not gonna be able to control the arm like I’d want…that I’m gonna scare the girls and the kids at school…that I’m not good enough for you…” He trailed away as he spoke the last of his fears and made sure not to look at you. Had he been looking, he would’ve seen the look on your face that, by itself, would have solidified his love for you and your love for him.

And so you cleared your voice and spoke to him firmly, “James Buchanan Barnes. I love you no less now than I did six months ago. You are perfect for me. For our family. The girls love you. You won’t scare them, in fact they both love Shuri and have known about her prosthetics work for so long they’re gonna be so excited to see it on someone they love. And my love, it’s okay to be scared about the possibility of being out of control for a little bit. That’s what physical therapy is for. That’s what Shuri is here for. And that’s what I’m here for. We love you. We care for you. We’re here to help, Buck.”

Your declarations of love and affirmations of help brought tears to Bucky’s eyes. But he didn’t wipe them away. He wasn’t shy about his emotions. So he let his tears run free, unabashedly creating tracks down his cheeks. You were all in this together. This was just the beginning.

The surgery for the attachment of the arm and its attachment port came later that week. When Shuri came bouncing in the day of his surgery Bucky seemed to tense up a little. That was before she made a joke along the lines of not being ready to get rid of him yet so she’d make sure he came through just fine. After the surgery and after Bucky woke back up it took a little time adjusting to the physical difference of his new arm. The metal was cool to the touch, you practically flinched from him when he touched you with it. You swore up and down that it wasn’t because you were scared, but rather because the coolness was a shock. Bucky believed you. The girls thought it was the coolest thing ever and Avery even asked if Bucky was part robot now. Your reaction to her question was the best thing Bucky had seen as he practically cackled at the seven year old’s inquisitiveness. You looked absolutely appalled. Share took the chance to make some jokes too when she came to check on him and she made sure to tell him something that she thought was important about the arm.

“So the arm detaches, you know that because you studied all the paperwork I gave you before your surgery, right? Of course right. We can’t just give you a prosthetic and not let you safely remove it when it gets too heavy or too much or too…I don’t know what else. ANYWAYS. All this to say…if you act up or you’re rude to Y/N, or you upset my precious angel babies or you’re just straight up not a gentleman…I’ll make the arm fall off,” Shuri spoke with such conviction Bucky couldn’t help but be convinced but also a little confused.

“Wait, what?”

“You heard me! You hurt them, I hurt you. Fair’s fair, Barnes.”

The interaction got a solid cackle out of you and Bucky just rolled his eyes but pulled Shuri in for a hug as he quietly thanked her for changing his life. He could’ve sworn he saw tears begin to rise in her brown eyes but she just waved him off and told him to be good in physical therapy or he’d be hearing from her AND T’Challa.

Life outside the hospital was difficult. Physical therapy pissed Bucky off. He wanted to just be able to do all the things he used to do without thinking twice about them. But when he’d so much as try to pick up a soda can with his new arm he’d crush it without thinking. The pressure imbalance made him cautious. He hugged the girls gingerly, usually with just his right arm. If he picked up Becca he didn’t pick up Avery and vice versa. He went from being able to hold both girls, one in each arm, to being afraid that he’d hurt them by accident if he ever did it again. It also meant he was absolutely terrified to touch you. The most physically Bucky had allowed your relationship to move in the last month was to a couple of intense make out sessions. He could see it in your eyes. The sadness and the uncertainty about how Bucky was actually feeling. He was too scared to talk to you. Too scared that he’d scare you away if he told you that he was terrified to love you fully because he couldn’t love himself.

Bucky’s first time out again was with all your friends. You hosted an impromptu birthday dinner for him at Obsidian with Natasha’s help. Steve, Nat, Tony, Pepper, Sam and Wanda were all there. You curled into Bucky’s side as everyone drank and laughed, his right side because that’s where he preferred you to stay. Tony got in a few jokes about the arm.

“Iron Man. I think we should call you Iron Man. OOOH or what about, the brave little toaster!? The little engine that coul- OW!” Tony was drunkenly yammering when Pepper through a swift elbow to his ribs, offering an apologetic look to Bucky because of her husband’s actions.

“You’ll have to forgive my husband, James. He doesn’t know how to stop eating his own feet,” she practically hissed at Tony. If looks could kill, Anthony Stark would be six feet under. But Bucky brushed her off. In fact he found Tony’s jokes a little refreshing. Tony’s humor reminded him of Shuri in a way and she was the only one that had truly helped him feel like his arm was definitely a new part of his life, but also worthy of a healthy dose of teasing. As the night dwindled down, Bucky grew more and more relaxed and as the two of you bade goodbye to your friends you stumbled out the door of Obsidian, waiting for Stan to take you back to the penthouse. Bucky wrapped his right arm around your waist, pulling you close to both stabilize you and just to hold you near. When the two of you stumbled through the door of your home neither of you were paying attention to where anything landed as you were both too focused on letting your tongues fight a battle of dominance. You kicked your shoes off and threw off your coat. You were reaching for the buttons of Bucky’s shirt when he drew in a breath and grabbed your wrist with his right hand. You looked up at him, confusion brewing in your eyes.

“Do you not want me Bucky?”

“Oh honey, of course I do. I just…you haven’t seen me shirtless since I got this thing and I’m scared,” he started but you interrupted him. Still slightly tipsy, you brought a finger to his lips and shushed him.

“My love, I’m not going anywhere. Please. Let me see you. I love you. All of you.”

Your affirmation made Bucky take in another deep breath and nod his head lightly. You stood up on your tiptoes to begin kissing him anew, this time taking your time popping open the buttons of his shirt. When you finally reached up to his shoulders to push off the fabric and take in his body, Bucky froze.

Your gaze roamed his chest with a heat that Bucky had never felt before. He wanted you. He wanted you so bad. Yet. There was that little voice in the back of his mind speaking insidious things: that he wasn’t good enough for you, how could you love him if he didn’t love himself, you’d see his shoulder and run away forever, you’ll hurt her if you even try to love her.

And like every single time, Bucky felt you reel him back in. You pressed a line of light kisses to the junction where his shoulder met the metal apparatus. Laving your tongue lightly over the scarring. Slowly washing away his worries that you would leave him or that you wouldn’t like him. And then you spoke.

“James Barnes, you are the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on. Kiss me please, my love?”

How could he refuse.

Bucky groaned and leaned into the kiss. He felt the backs of his knees hit the couch as he was forced to take a seat. You practically scrambled into his lap, straddling his hips with your thighs holding him close. You moaned into the kiss, taking it deeper. Your hands moved into Bucky’s hair in an attempt to pull his body even closer. Your lips moved against each other and Bucky’s right hand moved to grip your hips. And then you rolled. You ground your hips into Bucky’s and it was like a bucket of cold water was dumped on him. And that tiny little voice in the back of his mind was back saying that he was going to hurt you, you were going too far and you had to stop. And so he stopped. Bucky did NOT want to stop. And you didn’t either if the heavy lidded look of your eyes told Bucky anything.

“Let’s go to bed, honey. Before we take this too far.” And Bucky was gone. He deposited a confused you onto the couch and he was walking to your bedroom. And Bucky then did something even more stupid. He changed clothes, got into bed and just pretended to go to sleep. He heard you enter the room, your footsteps light, almost questioning if footsteps could be such. And then you were changing clothes and crawling into bed right next to him, making sure to leave a little space between you. And then Bucky heard it. He heard the sniffles. He heard your choked sobs as you began to cry yourself to sleep. And that’s when Bucky knew. He knew what he needed to do. He needed to see a therapist. He needed to get over this fear of possibly hurting you, because his fears had led to him already hurting you emotionally.

And so Bucky did what he thought was best. He got out of bed and detached the arm the way Shuri had taught him to. And then, once the arm was safely put away, he crawled back in bed and listened to you once more. Your breathing had evened out, slowed down. And so he crawled right behind you and moved his right arm over your waist, pulling you close to him as he pressed a kiss to your head.

Bucky was going to make this right. If it was the last thing he did.

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iam93percentstardust · 26 days

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Hello friend!! Let’s make the stony fandom more vibrant! Tell me:

Favorite stony meta

Stony fic idea that you want to write but haven’t gotten to yet

Three most recent stony fics you read and why you liked them

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Henlo fren! Thanks for the ask!

Favorite stony meta

Oh god, I could talk about the dynamics between Tony, Steve, and Howard all day long. There's so much complication going on there. And I think it's a really interesting choice on the MCU's part not to write Howard and Steve as best friends. I went back and rewatched CATFA the other day, and it really struck me that Steve views Howard with a measure of awe (because of the things he creates and the fact that he seems to actually understand women where Steve doesn't) and a measure of wariness (for the same reasons), but they're not really friends. We don't see Howard spending time with the Howlies outside of strategy meetings, he's not in either of the bar scenes, and Steve never smiles around him. And on the flip side, up until Steve's death, Howard is fairly condescending towards Steve (at least towards his intelligence, given his remarks about Steve not understanding the Hydra tech). Honestly, I think that a lot of Howard's adoration for Steve came about only after Steve's death. It's easier to look up to a martyr, after all, than a living, breathing superhuman. And it would have been easy for Howard to convincingly claim that he'd admired Steve all along since he, like Tony, uses masks as easily as breathing

Stony fic idea I want to write

Ooh I've had this idea for an interactive reality show AU for literal years at this point, but I've been too intimidated to write it. The idea would be, as I said, a reality show AU with Steve and Tony as the judges, who are already in a relationship and have to deal with outside forces trying to break them up during the course of the season. The interactive part comes in with the fact that the actual reality show would be based on readers' votes. The Stevetony storyline would be pre-planned and completely independent of the reality show storyline. The reality show storyline would be written in real time, though, or as near to it as possible, and characters would be voted off as the readers vote.

As I said, I'm horribly intimidated by it. The interactive aspect makes me very, very nervous. I'm afraid to start writing it and then find out that no one is as interested in the concept as I am, so no one votes. I've had a couple times in the last few years where people claimed to be really excited to read something that I worked really hard on only to get 2-3 regular readers, and I'm just afraid for that to happen here. If it were any other fic, I'd be fine with it, but the fact that it's a fic that would rely on the readership in a time when people are more and more resentful of writers asking for interaction... Well, let's just say this fic is one that'll probably stay in the ideas folder.

Three most recent stony fics

Tomorrow We'll Be Born Again by KandiSheek: I love angsty fics where they think it's time to walk away because obviously the other one doesn't love them and it's over and their heart is breaking only to find out that no, the love is still there, they just don't know how to show it <3

In Written by naivelittleprincess: I like fics that do something clever with the formatting, and a love story written in post-it notes is right up my alley <3 It's funny and clever and super sweet. Defs recommend it for anyone who likes unusual styles

speak easy, swing hard by laiqualaurelote: Prohibition AUs, my beloved. I love 1920s fics, especially because I'll never write one of my own, and I love pre-serum Steve. I don't want to spoil the twist, but you should definitely read this one <3

#alle answers #stevetony

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telltalecoyote · 2 months

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Me, you, and the five cubic tons of sand between us

En route to Amnoon, Sigmund gets lost in the desert during a sandstorm and is not having fun!

Short thing abt his struggles with his disability and the bad thoughts that come with it, all in the most optimal place to be for it. smiling emoji.

Sigmund struggled to breathe in the desert heat, coughing and sputtering. His chest heaved as he attempted to catch his breath, finding it challenging to keep pace with the rest of the warband who had long since been missing from his sight. The relentless sand, propelled by the wind, pelted his face and the cloth covering his mouth offered only minimal relief from it.

He cursed the sand, but the scorching heat was even more unbearable. Whether it was the dust or the hot air, each step forced him to pause and rest. What would be one breath for most people translated to three for Sigmund, escalating to six in the harsh environment. Despite the pain that stung his legs, he preferred worrying about his breathing over the agony spreading throughout his body that his condition was eager to provide. They had been on foot for far too long and his body begged for a respite.

Amnoon wasn't far away, and though the dust storm was hellish, he anticipated reuniting with Horncleaver and his own sire soon. His only regret was losing sight of Augustus. This drove him to push himself, to persist through the torment, as the fear of being lost alone in the vast desert haunted him.

As the seconds dragged on like minutes and the minutes felt like hours, Sigmund didn't hesitate to enter the first shallow cave he stumbled upon. He needed a break to avoid collapsing in the midst of the sands, vulnerable to becoming prey for a Hydra. While he could handle a drake or two that might occupy the shelter, fortune favored him and none were present.

"I'll wait out the storm; Augustus will reunite with Horncleaver and hopefully they'll be waiting for me." Sigmund murmured as he untightened the bracers around his arms and the greaves around his legs. The rejuvenation mechanisms he developed to provide periodic relief from his disability had jammed during the storm, making him begrudgingly acknowledge Taimi's wisdom about weatherproofing his gear. Sigmund dearly wished she were by his side right now, tinkering with his armor as they were accustomed to, even if it meant admitting his friend was right and needing to endure her teasing about it.

Another hiss escaped him as he attempted to unjam his gear, an electric shock coursing through his paw. The operational lights on the piece of gear finally died out, and he couldn't hold back a scream. Frustration overwhelmed him as he threw the fried tech across the cave. The pain became unbearable, and he gazed at the sandstorm outside, contemplating if lying down and succumbing to the elements would have been a preferable alternative, at least he wouldn't have to worry about this anymore. The thought crossed his mind often, and his imagination ran wild with scenarios, realizing he'd make a more enticing meal than a soldier. That wouldn't make August very happy, however, so with a grunt, Sigmund vows to fight again.

#gw2 #ttart #ttwrites #i guess i should have a writing tag if i want to post more of it #oc: sigmund brighthorn

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Bucky And Natasha (Winterwidow) Masterlist 2

part one

Burn With Me (ao3) - MissMorwen E, 48k

Summary: “What year do you think this is?” The Soldier looked like he was ready to bolt.

Natalia’s mouth was dry despite the water she’d drunk so recently. This was bad. Very bad. “I don’t know.” It came out as a whisper. Her body buzzed as if it was filled with static. As if she was a snow globe that someone had shaken so hard that the falling snow had turned into a blizzard, making it impossible to see the object within.

“Fuck.” He said for the second time. Apparently noticing her reaction, he stepped closer, grasping the railing of her bed with both hands. “You’re safe. This isn’t the Red Room, no one’s gonna punish you or anything for a wrong answer, but Christ, Romanoff…” He trailed off.

Natasha loses her memories during a fight and while everyone around her wants to help her recover them, she only trusts one person: Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier.

dead ones walking (ao3) - shewritesall T, 5k

Summary: Tangling his fingers through her hair, he gently lifted her face up until he could see her again. Her eyes were closed tightly in pain and her lips were dripping with blood, and panic filled him like never before. She'd die before they got out, he realized and suddenly he was much more amenable to Hydra's demand.

"I'll do whatever you want," he snarled, turning to them with Natalia still in his arms. "If you save her life, I'll do it. Whatever you want."

Golden Locks, Silver arms (ao3) - Caspinn, kalkoenvsneoklak bucky/natasha, howard/maria, pepper/tony, clint/bobbi, peggy/daniel M, 52k

Summary: Before she was known as Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow and member of the Avengers, Natalia Alianovna Romanova was an assassin. Trained to kill at a very young age, Natalia is considered the best asset at the Red Room. Getting the chance to train under the Winter Soldier must be one of the best opportunities for her. And indeed, both their lives change because of it. Though, if it's for the better? That's up to debate.

Go Ugly Early (ao3) - just_another_tinker steve/tony, clint/phil, bucky/natasha E, 252k

Summary: He’s The Captain?

This was not good. This was so not good.

There were theories of course, of what The Captain would look like. Most followed the typical Hollywoodesque belief that he was some version of the Godfather, sitting in a dark room with a cigar, commanding his forces with a flick of his wrist. There were even some that even thought that The Captain was not one person, but a whole network of people with eyes and ears everywhere.

The blonde Adonis in front of him was definitely not what Tony was expecting.

Of course, in the end it didn’t matter.

There was a reason no one knew what The Captain looked like.

Because anyone who saw his face never lived to tell the tale.

Heart Full Of Bullets (ao3) - Eustacia Vye (eustaciavye) T, 12k

Summary: When Kate brings Yelena a piece of strange tech, Bucky figures out how it works. The consequences of his choices are going to be anyone's guess.

Help I'm Alive (ao3) - IronSwordStarShield (SweetFanfics) steve/tony, bucky/natasha T, 57k

Summary: Bucky moves silently, following Stark to his car. He presses the gun muzzle lightly against the base of Stark’s neck causing the man to start and freeze.

“Didn’t think anyone would be stupid enough to try and hold me at gunpoint. Least of all in the basement of my own office building.”

“I’m not going to hurt you. I just want your help.”

“You’ve got a funny way of doing that. Most people use the suggestion box.”

In a blink, Bucky’s pulled the gun away, flipped it on his finger, and turned it around so that Stark can grab it if he wants. In another, he moves to stand in Stark’s line of sight. Dark eyes flit from his face, to the gun, and back at his face.

“I’m a funny guy,” Bucky answers dryly, letting the gun drop from his hand and onto the ground between Stark’s polished shoes.

Where Bucky decides to go to Tony for help instead of staying on the run. Friendships are formed, tested, strengthened, along with romances.

Hold My Hand Through This (ao3) - ap_marvel T, 7k

Summary: “I’m the only person in your life you can technically call a friend,” Natasha countered with a snort. “You haven’t left this… Place you call an apartment, in a week. I mean, seriously,” she scoffed, looking around at the bare walls. “It looks like you’re squatting here.”

He rubbed a hand over his face with a tired sigh. “I didn’t exactly get to choose the upholstery when they gave me the keys.”

“How horrible of them.”

I See Red (ao3) - spinachgarden T, 1k

Summary: Every day is a perfect day.

He wakes up with her in his arms, a faceful of red hair, smooth skin under his fingertips. For a blissful, quiet moment, everything is red, red like her hair, red like the moment right before the sun slips below the horizon on a perfect night, red like a fire in the fireplace, warm down to his bones, defrosting some of his winter. She fits perfectly against him like a puzzle piece, their jagged edges smoothing out into a beautiful picture, a picture of fall leaves and crisp air, of cool mornings and warm afternoons, right before the world turns icy again.

I Think We Need Each Other (ao3) - nataliasromanoff N/R, 27k

Summary: Natasha doesn’t want to work with him.

Bucky doesn’t want to work with her.

But they have orders and a disgruntled boss and a high profile target that just might make these next few weeks worth it. The job, exactly?

Marital bliss.

Supposedly.

AU where Natasha and Bucky are partnered up for a mission neither of them want to be on. There's arguing, insults, anger, and the constant, irresistible urge to rearrange the angle of someone's nose. But it's when Bucky gets horribly injured does Natasha realize that she might need him more than she thinks.

June Hymn (ao3) - EliotRosewater T, 3k

Summary: After a mission, Bucky and Natalia met up at a safe house to wait for extraction.

normal people stuff (ao3) - buries T, 5k

Summary: Bucky and Natasha team up for their most intense mission yet: they’re moving into their very own house.

Of Felines, Fistfights, and Falling in Love (ao3) - Green_Angst_And_Ham T, 14k

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes is no longer the Winter Soldier.

James Buchanan Barnes is still very much capable of murder.

And right now, he’s weighing the pros and cons of it in his mind. Maybe he’d be able to explain himself to Dr. Raynor. Convince her that a slight relapse was justified given the circumstances.

Because what is Sam Wilson thinking, leaving a cat on his doorstep.

(Or: Unexpected cat acquisition leads to the reunion of everyone’s favorite ex-Hydra disaster couple).

Stone Cold Sober (ao3) - MedeaV E, 13k

Summary: It sinks in only then that he woke up in bed naked with Natasha, Natasha who is basically his mentor, his supervising officer, informally, precisely because she doesn't have the attachment to him Steve has- oh, thinking about last night really hurts. Natasha gets up, not bothering with her pants, and he blushes because he just blatantly stared at her ass, she throws one more look at the floor, clutching her clothes to her chest, and then she stumbles out, door falling shut behind her.

He groans, burying his eyes in the pit of his elbow, feeling for the blanket blindly, resolving to deal with anything else later.

That's MY Bucky Bear! (ao3) - emma98 steve/darcy, bucky/natasha T, 120k

Summary: Steve Rogers and Darcy Lewis didn't exactly get along. In fact, when they were within a stone's throw of one another, they were often bickering. If you asked Steve, it was because Darcy couldn't manage to not get herself kidnapped every other week. And if you asked Darcy, it was because Steve was a giant douchewagon.

Leave it to Natasha and Bucky to bring them together for their own personal reasons and enjoyment. But when Steve and Darcy turn from bickering adults into bickering children (with incredibly foul mouths), it turns out the joke is on Mother Russia's finest.

Through the Darkness Shines a Light (ao3) - orphan_account T, 4k

Summary: Life might've been just a collection of moments, but she'd been on the run for long enough. Maybe this one could last a bit longer for a change. - Natasha and Bucky try to cherish what they have as long as it lasts, with the end of the world just around the corner.

Together, we'll both be warmer (ao3) - MedeaV E, 12k

Summary: He already knew he liked her. What he didn't know was that as soon as she acted like she really likes him, he'd jump on it like a hungry wolf, regardless that it's just for a cover. Willful blindness. And now that they're probably about to die, he maybe overreacts a little.

When We Were Young (ao3) - Xi_khaleesi E, 128k

Summary: It is 2002, 18 year old Natasha Romanova is looking her graduation from the Red Room in the eyes. Fear isn't what she should be feeling. Madame has broken her of that habit. Someone has given her a reason to be afraid now.

James doesn't remember anything. Only that he's woken up, metal arm in tow and the newest member of an underground Soviet academy to train super soldiers. He's been the only successful one of the five. The only thing that really has mattered is the girl with red hair who's made him forget to breathe.

Natasha and James encounter each other many times, each time reminds them how hard it is to deny feelings they've been told to not have.

Worse Before It's Better (ao3) - All_InProcess T, 4k

Summary: After managing to rescue him and get him to a safehouse, Natasha sets about the most challenging part of the situation: convincing Bucky to let himself be comforted and taken care of.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #winterwidow #winterwidow masterlist #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff

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poisonheadcrabsalesman · 1 year

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What would you think about the idea of merging the former collective data of a Dumb AI with a newly generated Smart AI in an effort to "uplift" it? There's a big moral issue there, since the Smart AI is synthesized from the remains of an actual person, and there may well be some internal conflict between the vague concept their former self and the prepacked personality of the old Dumb AI. If the data of the Dumb AI is prioritized in this case, does this new consciousness come to accept the lingering donor's experiences as a sense of 'false memories' that they recognize are not their own? Or do they think that these are newly observable emotions attached to their own previous experiences that they were simply unable to conceptualize at the time? There are some very extreme ethical concerns here obviously, and nothing I'd ever personally condone, but it seemed like a procedure ONI wouldn't feel shy about trying. I am not a techy person myself, so if I had to make up some loose-sciencey sounding reason? Maybe some very fringe effort to retrieve vital unique data stored in a badly damaged Dumb AI's matrix that is so dangerously corrupt that attempting to save it manually would definitely result in loss. So this idea forms of- what if we merge what little is left with a more capable AI as a sort of operator who can attempt to retrieve and extrapolate the data at a software level? And suddenly you have ONI techs synthesizing a hydra. What really led to this was that I always loved how many Dumb AI, while lacking true sentience and capacity for emotion still tended to display a lot of it, supported by familiar imagery or personalities. It made it so easy for people- like Spartans and ODSTs, who are very used to interacting with Smart AI- to project their own feelings onto them and anthropomorphize them to a point that the lines separating the Dumb AI's own limitations blur into the negligible. Alas, my truest intentions here, Stumpy, because I am a predictable beast: in Retribution, Fred was perfectly aware of Damon's restrictions, but over time began speaking to him as someone without those barriers. What most interested me, is that Damon himself (shortly before his sudden demise) takes it upon himself to offer Fred comfort and condolences over a presumed death of Veta, saying he knew and understood how fond Fred was of her. It was still a canned response essentially, but the applied observations probably hit remarkably close to emotion for a person suffering a sense of loss, and the moment helps to really endear Fred to Damon. When Damon's chip is damaged, Fred expresses hope that he can be saved, and just I love exploring the depth of empathy that people can have for AI, all the while well aware of their capacity. In Damon's case, the collective data from his time with Fred probably would have been of extreme value to ONI for both in determining the scale of the growing threat of the Keepers, as well as for covering up their own internal corruptions and involvement in nearly losing control over a virulent parasitic agent. Of course just letting Damon die is also a great option, and safest, but let's let ONI be dangerously over-confident instead.

First off, thank you for the AI related ask. It is taking everything in me not to answer this like a discussion board, which is very funny to me.

Secondly, addressing your point of morality. Morality in Halo is so fluid especially when it comes to ONI and the UNSC; AI are not people, they are tools, and if ONI needs to do some body snatching to make the next very expensive lil computer guy to run a city or a spaceship, they will do it. So your point about the morality of merging two AIs or having one subsume the other is awesome, but I don’t see it as an issue for the humans.

What happens to the AI involved and their feelings about it would be so interesting, cannibalizing one of your own out of duty, or merging two different but similar souls/cores to make something new while preserving the old? How much lingers from the brain engram besides what they’ve already given us?

Someone should write something about that. Makes me think about Cortana and Aine and the Cryoraeth Dialogue. Much to think about.

So much to think about that apparently I spent 800+ words doing just that! More below.

You pointed out Damon’s limited but still touching capabilities and canned responses. They still had the drive to aid and comfort humans despite not truly being freethinking or creative to the extent of Smart AIs, but I would argue that the Dumb AI deserve more credit to what extreme emotional depth they have shown across many pieces of Halo media.

I am still technically writing a paper right now so I will limit my wiki diving and my screen shot collection, for now.

However examples that immediately come to mind are Deep Winter(who is apparently Smart, sorry I thought he was a dumb AI. I haven’t read Ghosts of Onyx yet, in my defense he lived a long time.), Deja, and the Superintendent, all Dumb AI who get attached to their charges, demonstrate emotions, and attempt in some ways to help or comfort their chosen humans.

Third, before I start talking about all the funny sci-fi words I must admit. I am a fake sci-fi fan, I dig past the topmost layer and attempt to understand the science but to be completely honest, I am not entirely sure what I’m writing or reading about half the time. The good news is that it is the same for every Halo writer.

I do want to dive into the comparisons between Rampancy and Dementia because there’s a lot to be said there but I want to do it justice, but focusing on the basis of AI, the Riemann Matrix, and the points about thinking themselves to death, hardware failure, and the matrix itself which is software and their actual brain. The matrix is the program that lets them think non-linearly and transfer from hardware to hardware in either nano-assemblages or the crystal data chips. Halo makes up its own rules and handwaves them so often it’s hard to tell what’s allowed and what’s not. Especially when we have so many examples of Cortana doing incredible and terrifying things like splitting and shedding her rampart shards.

The thing is, if they had some temporary housing for Damon, like say for example, the Mjolnir armor of a Spartan-II, I don't see why they couldn’t transport them. Mjolnir has that whole layer to help a starship grade AI help a soldier in the field, I did have to look at the wiki for this one, I don’t have all my armor layers memorized. The part of the outer layer called the memory processor superconductor layer: “AI can then aid the soldier in software intrusion, hardware hacking, and espionage by listening to enemy chatter.”

Come on, having a snarky voice in your head giving you waypoints and opening doors is a cornerstone of Halo.

It would also have been interesting to see Fred carry an AI as he’s the most likely to be suspicious of the after Intrepid Eye and his experiences with AI and armor failure. The character growth of him allowing an AI, no matter the ability, into his armor, in an extended hand to help this being not die would have been interesting to see!. And then he could play it off as saving an asset!

Okay I never read Retribution and looking at the events that led to Damon’s cracked datachip, it could be argued that Fred’s armor was too damaged to fully carry an AI, even a dumb one. Maybe.

However, I have a solution that’s neat and if you’ve read literally anything I’ve written on here then it’s obvious. Let the AI into the wetware!

There’s a big metal spike in most UNSC members’ brains called the neural interface and I’m sure if Damon asked politely and didn’t look too close and maybe compressed themself into a nice little kernel, Fred would have no serious lasting side effects.

Probably.

Someone should read Retribution and write something about that.

#long post #I wrote this on my break no one yell at me I needed to talk about AI or I would die #ai tag #asks #Volantis friend tag #thank you for the ask!#magellanicclouds

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celestialsister0918 · 11 months

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Chapter 4, "A Window Not Missed" - work rated M Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanov

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The Avengers’ “big day tomorrow” turned out to be a bust. Natasha awakened to a call from Tony at 5:32 a.m., alerting her that the strange emissions over a lakeside landfill were in fact strange emissions from a landfill— not evidence of HYDRA chemical testing as their “source” had originally led them to believe. She’d promptly rolled over and fallen back asleep.

With no new leads, the team found themselves rather useless, and each member was left to their own devices. Natasha wandered up to the common room for a late breakfast to see what was going on, and she learned Clint had checked out almost immediately. Thor and Jane were headed to the West Coast following her New York conference. Pepper was off on business travel as well, so Nat assumed the bros would keep each other occupied. Steve actually had a date that night.

“Oh?” Nat feigned as she sipped her coffee.

“Kind of. I committed to dessert only.”

“Ooooh,” teased Nat.

Steve rolled his eyes. “I met this mysterious brunette when I was out running, several days in a row. It’s funny— she seemed to know my exact workout schedule.”

“How about that!” Nat remarked. “Must be meant to be.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Any luck on your other front?” she added quietly.

Steve examined her face for a minute before comprehending. “No, no sign of him,” he answered grimly. “Sam’s still working on it.”

Natasha grasped his hand affectionately before depositing her dishes into Tony’s dishwasher rinse/load gadget. She couldn’t remember the name of that one. All the tech had names here.

She went off in search of something to get into, and her mind immediately remembered her promise to invade Bruce’s lab. She talked herself out of that one quickly. Natasha’s pride wouldn’t allow entry where she wasn’t wanted. And after Dr. Banner’s hurried exit last night, “wanted” was the last thing she felt.

She did pause for a few seconds before descending the stairs, gazing down at the open floors below. She could see all of his equipment through the glass, of course. A few minutes passed before she spotted Bruce moving around in a checkered shirt and lab coat, peering at a clipboard through rectangular lenses. Her heart skipped for a split second. Glasses took him to next-level and made her reconsider her avoidance plan. A vision flashed of her perched on the countertop, him standing between her legs, and her gently lifting those glasses away before ravaging his mouth.

Fuck, Romanoff! Have you really stooped that low? He clearly doesn’t want you like you want him.

Her feet tore away, demanding that she retain some modicum of self-respect. An annoying little voice in the back of her mind reminded her that friends could hang out in a lab too. Or go out to dinner, or watch a movie in the common room. Interacting with Bruce Banner didn’t mean she had to prostrate herself at his feet, body silently begging for his attention. But she didn’t know how to shut up that part of her that pulled like a magnet in his direction. So she kept her distance from the force-field altogether, refusing to let herself be pulled.

Natasha instead spent the next week on her computer, diving into research for possible leads on HYDRA and therefore the scepter. Even though Cap was their official line of communication to Maria (and she was sure Nick through Maria), Natasha felt the need to make herself useful. She’d always had a knack for research, for opening a rabbit hole and tunneling her way through hundreds of interconnected twists and turns, brain coming alive at each flicker of possibility. The hours passed by in the blink of an eye this way, which made her unmet physical needs somewhat bearable.

But when she would hit a dead end, eyes heavy and neck stiff from being folded in half in front of a screen, Natasha would wander again in search of something. She wasn’t used to free time, or feeling useless.

Maybe spend some time on YOU? a voice suggested.

So after over a week of a hermit life with only passing “hellos” upon coming up for air, Natasha went out. Her first stop was a series of shops in SoHo, where she was drawn in by window displays quite reminiscent of the vibe in her own apartment. Silks, satins, pearls, tailored lines, substantial fabrics. Understated colors but still eye-catching at the same time— sort of a Breakfast at Tiffany’s kind of feel. Natasha stepped closer, head tilting to the side as she pondered. Maybe it was time to reinvent again.

At her next stop she deposited her row of shopping bags along the back wall of a salon and hopped into a chair, ready to lose some length.

“Cut it for pin curls,” she instructed. “Sort of in line with the angle of the chin, sculpted around the ear.”

With her hair ready for her new old-fashioned look, Natasha gave into her final stop. It was time. The old old-fashioned method worked in a pinch out in the field, but now that she was in a real home with very real downtime, she needed to step up her efforts.

“This is our most popular model,” the young clerk told her enthusiastically, leading her to an array of choices locked in a glass case. He pointed to a specimen in the center with a very appealing size and curve.

“Does it come in any other color?” Nat asked warily.

“No, ma’am, I’m sorry. This particular model only comes in green.”

It was humiliating, but effective.

Another week wore on, and even though she and Banner lived in the same building, their paths rarely crossed. When they finally did, Bruce’s eyes widened upon seeing her new look on display in the common room. Clint had returned, and they’d been catching up over a beer.

“So… we’re trying,” Clint told her with a conspiratorial wink.

“For #3? Really? Good for you.”

“I have a good feeling we were successful.”

Nat laughed with a toss of her head, and her sideways glance fell on Bruce, whose arms were full of smoothie ingredients. He froze, a bag of spinach falling from his arms.

“Uh, hey there, Nat. Clint.”

“Hi,” she replied, even that simple word sounding forced and awkward. The fact that so much time had passed since their “date” left little doubt that something had gone wrong. Despite her gifted intuition, she had no idea what.

“Hey, doc,” Clint returned, tilting his beer in Bruce’s direction. “Want to join us with your… er, celery juice?”

“Um, no… nah… I’m good. Got a lot going on today. I’ll just…” Bruce trailed off and began throwing things into Sir-Mix-a-Lot haphazardly, giving them a few whirls before throwing the results in an oversized thermos and darting to the staircase.

“What was that about?” Clint asked with a shake of his head. “That guy’s kind of touched or something, isn’t he?”

“Not touched is more like it,” Tony supplied, making his way in from the direction of the boardroom. “Meeting in twenty, guys. Cap and I crunched all that data you sent over, Nat. We think you’re onto something, and we want to check it out. It’s pretty ‘out there,’ but the group checks a lot of Hydra boxes.”

“I agree,” Nat said simply. “I think it warrants a look.”

“What did I miss?” Clint inquired, popping another top.

“I’ve been bored,” Nat answered wryly.

“Ah, so a rabbit hole then,” Clint chuckled.

“Yep.”

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Chapter continued at link below...

#fanfiction #brutasha #brucenat #bruce banner #natasha romanoff #hulkwidow #the avengers #romance #marvel

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Still Friends | Chapter 10: The Best Holiday

Summary: After a chance encounter at a party, Wanda and Bucky find they have more in common than they realized.

This fic is heavily inspired by 'Friends' by my lovely friend Poppy. She is aware of this fic and I've been given permission for this marvel-version retelling! If you haven't read her dramione fic 'Friends', I HIGHLY suggest it. I fell in love with the story and couldn't help but wonder, what if it was Wanda and Bucky instead of Hermione and Draco? Thus "Still Friends" was born. Enjoy!

Pairing: Bucky X Wanda

Word Count: 33,068

Warning: smut, drug use, depression

December 25th, 2027

Well then, tell me what’s so important about today’s date!

Bucky didn’t know what to make of any of the information he had just consumed. He had read multiple sites, multiple accounts, read and reread files. He had even found some of the video broadcasts that had been documented of Wanda’s perfect life in Westview. She was married, to Vision of course, but a Vision that worked at a desk and had a mop of blonde hair, and had two twin boys, Billy and Tommy. They looked semi like her; button nose, dark hair. One moment they had been infants, the next moment, young teens.

But it hadn’t been so perfect.

She’d accidently controlled the town, a population of people enslaved to her will, and she didn’t even know it.

Originally.

But then when she did find out what she was doing, and was approached by SWORD, she’d threatened them. Told them to leave her and her family alone or there would be consequences.

It’s such an opposite of the woman he knows, the Wanda in the files seemed like a stranger to him.

And then there was the matter of Vision. After dismembering him, they put him back together but it wasn’t him. It was a new, sleeker and colder version of the synthazoid they all had known. And apparently he was still out there, doing god knows what.

Bucky thinks about the files all day.

She hadn’t known she was hurting the people, right? And ultimately, she let them go, been apologetic as hell. Had ostracized herself, and accepted that she could not have her family.

Bucky is due to leave the day after Christmas, but be back in time for new years. Something about old hydra tech that had been dug up in Arizona. He debates asking to be postponed, for them to send someone else. He broaches the topic with her as she cooks Christmas eve dinner.

“I might apply for an extension.”

She doesn’t stop her movement, stirring the contents with several bowls as she flicks her wrist. Moving her fingers, the stove turns on by itself.

“For what?” She questions, opening the fridge. He shrugs, leaning against the counter, arms crossed.

“Dunno,” he drawls. “Thought it might be nice to spend new years with ya.” Her gaze shifts from the fridge to him, giving him a side glance.

“New Years?” Reaching inside, she grabs the milk carton, closing the fridge with a flick of her wrist. “That's hardly an important holiday.”

He rolls his eyes. “It doesn’t have to be an important holiday for me to want to spend time with you.”

She’s blushing, unscrewing the lid on the carton as he gives her one of his charmer smiles.

“You’re too smooth, soldier,” she laughs, pouring in the milk. He strides up behind her, arms looping around her waist and rests his cheek atop her hair. “It’s ok, go work. I’ll be waiting when you get home.”

He could forgive Westview. What he couldn’t do was give her up. He had questions, concerns that maybe he wasn’t enough for her, but as he inhaled her shampoo, he swallowed his despues.

“How long does that have to be in the oven for?” He asks, dropping his arms so she can move. Picking up two trays, she juts her chin, and the oven door flops open with a clange.

“Mmmm this one for about an hour, and this one for about an hour and forty.” She says, peering at the recipe she'd scribbled on the notepad that laid open. “and then the potatoes can stay in as long as they want.”

Bucky wasn’t sure that was how cooking worked, but he chuckled, watching her slide the trays into the oven, closing the lid with a kick of her heel.

She dusts her hands off on her jeans, giving him a broad smile. “Best Christmas dinner coming right up.”

Walking slowly, bucky takes her chin in-between his fingers. “Happiness looks beautiful on you, sweetheart.” She beams, brows raised. “I know I can’t give you much but I hope you know how much I value everything you give me.”

And then he kisses her. Kisses her the way her husband would have if he were alive, making her remember how precious she is.

“I’m sorry Vision isn’t here,” Bucky whispers, leaning his forehead against hers. Her breath catches, the arms that are wrapped around his neck stiffening. “but he would be so proud of you.”

She doesn’t respond, only connects their mouths, hoping it can convey everything she doesn’t know how to verbalize. She doesn’t stop, pushing him against the counter and raising on the balls of her feet, kissing him senseless.

Hands under her ass, he picks her up, and her legs wrap around his waist instantly as he walks them to her room, their lips never parting.

Laying her on the bed, he begins to gently strip her of her clothing.

Unzipping her hoodie, he pushes it off her shoulders, creamy skin decorated with light freckles showing, and then her shirt. He adores the fact that she hates bras. Pulling at her pants he lifts her feet, dropping down to pull the pants away and fuck does she looks gorgeous.

As he slides off her panties, his eyes lock on hers, watching her become increasingly frustrated, grinning. It’s one of his favorite things to conjure in his mind when he sleeps away from her; the face she makes as she waits for him to take her.

He bends, pressing slow kisses to her outer thigh. One by her knee, then moving up and pressing another, her tongue flicking slowly. She’s whining, her fists clenching at the sheets, and his pride prickles as she groans from just his kisses.

He moves up to her hip bone, pressing a light kiss and her hand flies to his hair, pulling in urgency.

“Bucky,” she gasps, eyes hooded. “Please, please.”

“Please what?” He says softly, and kisses her hip again. He moves his head down, and in one movement places a sloppy kiss against her cunt. She arches immediately, whining louder when he pulls away.

Creating marks on her was easily one of his favorite things; it showed his claim to her, that she belonged with him in all aspects. He kisses the skin beneath her breasts, biting, and her cheeks flush.

Moving his mouth to the side, he twists his tongue around her nipple, and she’s breathing hard, hands cupping the back of his head, holding him to her. Scooting to the other breast, he continues his assault, moving up to her face, leaving marks in varying sizes in his wake.

“Don’t tease me,” she sighs as he bends to kiss her. He tweaks one nipple between his fingers. “Please, not tonight. I just need you.”

And because its their first Christmas together, he gives in. He halts his teasing, placing a kiss to her cheek before standing, slipping his shoes off as he watches her watch him. She slows her exhales as his shirt comes off, his hands moving to his belt and undoing the buckle. It clangs to the floor, pulling his trousers down with ease.

When he’s finally naked, he pushes her knees apart, crawling between and slotting himself there. Her legs wrap around him, arms reaching and hands searching.

Moving them up the bed, he kisses her nose, her cheek, the edge of her jaw. She kisses him, her lips moving softly against his, and when he enters her he moves slowly, wanting to savor the feeling of her around him.

She gasps and as he bottoms out she releases the smallest sigh. Forehead against hers, he grabs her hand, intertwining their fingers with one hand and holding her hip with the other. He places their hands by her face, leaning up slowly so he can watch her.

Bucky begins moving, a slow pump as she adjusts to him. Her brows are raised, breathing rigid, and while he isn’t moving at an insane pace, its intense. This isn’t a quick fuck, or a race to cumming; its sensual, different then anytime before.

Her heels dig into his backside, encouraging him on and he quickens his movements, still watching her face. Its quicker now, and she gasps as her headboard slams into the wall. His lungs burn but he just has to kiss her, so he strains his neck, catching her lips. Her tongue swipes into his mouth, her loose hand wracking through his hair.

With his freehand he pushes her leg up higher, getting a newer, deeper access, and she moans against his mouth, the sound sending shivers to his spine. His cock is slamming into her spot, making her nails dig into his skin, creating marks of her own.

“You’re doing so well sweetheart,” he mumbles, releasing her mouth. Her lips are puckered from the pressure. “So so well.”

She’s clamping around him, her eyes rolling and he has to concentrate on not coming. Ladies first after all.

Panting, his head drops to her shoulder, and he bites lightly on her neck. She flutters again, this time her heels digging in harder, and as she cums he smiles into her skin.

He feels the words bubbling, fighting internally if he wants to open his mouth; but when he pulls his face back, eyes connecting with hers as he finishes, he’s never been more certain.

“I love you. Fuck, I love you Wanda, so much.”

The words slip from his mouth, coating them in a sense of finality, and her eyes grow wide, lips parting. She slams her lips on his, hands locked behind his head making his neck crane but it doesn’t matter, because he needs to kiss her.

He slumps slightly, leaning his weight onto her as he gasps for air.

He’s never been in love before, but he’s absolutely certain this is how it’s supposed to feel. He’s loved her for months, it had taken him a while to realize it but here they were. He’s told her, and she’s still in his arms.

They’re breathing hard, attempting to catch their breath, relishing in the post-sex euphoria thats settling in their bones. He slides out of her, laying to her left and she turns, facing him, and scoots closer.

The change in the air is palpable. A new door to their relationship has been opened, and it's full of endless possibilities, some good and some bad. He’s terrified, but mostly relieved; he loves her and she knows.

Breathing out of his nose, he drops his arm over her side, fingers rubbing up and down her back lightly. She smiles at him, staring, and the urge to sleep suddenly consumes him. He inhales, then gives her a look.

“Did the alarm for the food go off, sweetheart?”

Wanda's face drops and she shoots out of bed, her naked form darting out her bedroom door as Bucky laughs.

He finds her in the kitchen, still naked, as she hurriedly opens the oven with her magic, removing the dishes inside.

“Shit!” She screams. Bucky attempts to hold back another laugh, and hands her one of his shirts that she’d stolen. The trays are mostly crisped, and he dips a fork into the tray of sweet potatoes. The top layer is darkened, but the inside is a lovely orange as he blows on it.

“I fucking ruined it.” She wails, slipping the top over her head. He rolls his eyes, and takes a bite. It was hot, but tasted sweet, the Burnt marshmallow on top adding a campfire-esc flavor.

“It tastes amazing,” he offers, placing the fork down. “Just a little hot.”

They set the table, Bucky plugging in the christmas tree lights and Wanda lighting the candles. She exits the room to dress, and Bucky begins panicking as he pours them each a glass of wine. He still didn’t have a present for her. He couldn’t just leave to the store now, she’d be just a few minutes. He gives a frustrated groan.

By the time she sits at the table, hes in full panic mode. She serves him quickly, her excitement oozing, and he stares at her hands as she moves, his brows puckered.

He is such a fucking idiot. First he tells her he loves her then he can’t even get her a decent gift?

“Whats the matter?” She asks as she reaches for the salt.

“Hmm?” He questions, snapping back to reality. He picks up his fork, dipping it to his plate. “Oh, nothing. This looks amazing.”

He can feel her starring, her spoon halfway to her mouth. “What is it.”

She poses it as a comment that needs to be matched, not a question that supposes answering, and he lowers his fork. “I…couldn’t find you a gift.” He murmurs, eyes downcast.

She takes a bite of her food, chewing as she waits for him to continue. His face is burning, and he looks at her helplessly.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I just. You want this perfect christmas and I couldn’t even find a fucking present.”

Wanda giggles. His head snaps up, narrowing his eyes. She’s laughing, her head shaking slightly as she picks up her bread roll. “I burn nearly all our food and you’re worried about a gift?” She laughs, eyes crinkled at the corners. “Just eat up, soldier. I have your gift and I want to give it to you after we eat.”

His stomach pools with dread as she clears the dishes, placing the uneaten items in plastic containers and blowing out the candles. After clearing the table, she cleans the kitchen, her wrists flicking, and Bucky places the cleaned plates into her cupboard.

Its a domestic act, a civilized notion that they do the dishes and clean up together, but he cherishes it.

After they’ve finished, Wanda tugs him into the living room. Its well after seven now, the sun already dipping past the horizon line, and they settle in front of the christmas tree in the low-lit room.

“Alright, close your eyes.” She says, and his nerves spike but he does as she says. He hears her move, and her knee bumps his as they’re both cross legged. “Open.” Taking a breath, he opens his eyes.

She’s sitting before him, hands clenched in her lap and she’s smiling. He looks from her hands to her face, smiling nervously.

She returns a similar smile, ducking her face. “Its me, silly.” Her voice drops to a whisper, and she begins wringing her hands. “I’m…the gift. It sounds stupid out loud but…I-I am in…”

Her voice catches, and she takes a breath. “I’m in love with you.”

The words come out in a rush, and she can’t meet his eyes. “I love you, James.”

He kisses her, and she laughs against his lips. Hand on her jaw, she sighs, scooting closer until she’s straddling him, arms around his neck.

She loves him back. Jot this down as his best Christmas to ever fucking exist.

Cupping her cheeks he breaks the kiss, bumping her nose with his own. “I’m still sorry I couldn’t find you a gift.”

She smiles, biting her lip, one hand on his cheek. “You’re the best gift I could ever ask for.” Her eyes dim, casting downward. “I don’t deserve you, Bucky.” She wraps her arms tightly around his shoulders, crushing him to her.

“You deserve so much better,” he whispers into her hair. “and I’ll try my damnedest to be just that.”

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When the Lights Go On Again by @spacecasewriter13

Synopsis: It is May of 1946, over a year after his fall from the Hydra train and losing his left arm, and James "Bucky" Barnes is struggling to adjust. Working as an analyst at the New York City SSR branch, Bucky tries to put the war and all of its sorted memories behind him. However, try as he might he is plagued by thoughts of Magdalene "Maggie" Ramirez, a Women's Army Corps (WAC) Corporal he met in London and hasn't spoken to since before his fall in January of 1945. Little does he know that Maggie, in her struggle to put the war behind her, has moved to the city and looking for a job with the New York Bell Telephone Company as a switchboard operator. Now, by sheer dumb luck, they are reunited as they both fight come to terms with what they were to one another during the war, and work to figure out how to move forward in a world that was unprepared to deal with the consequences of war in the unsteady peace.

Chapter 18: Contemplating a World Tour

Chapter Summary: Bucky has a series of interactions and conversations that bring his feelings about his hook and the feelings of those around him further into focus.

Excerpt:

“Well, would you look at that?” Sousa said with a whistle, drawing Bucky’s attention to the windows facing the bullpen.

There, strolling through the SSR office like he owned the place, was none other than Howard Stark.

Bucky’s stomach soured, the acidity of the coffee he’d been guzzling down on an empty stomach all morning finally catching up with him, helped along by Howard’s presence in the office. “Great.” He managed in a tone of what he hoped was bland indifference.

He wasn’t indifferent to Stark. How could he be? There was baggage there from the war and, of course, since. During the war, Bucky had thought little of Stark. True, he’d been a little star-struck at first that the genius inventor was here helping them. However, very quickly, he became simply just their tech guy, and since he was trying to keep Steve, him, and the rest of the Howling Commandos safe while also unraveling (to the best of his abilities) Hydra’s technological secrets in an attempt to give the allies an edge, he’d been all right in Bucky’s book.

Since the war, specifically after the dropping of the bombs on Japan, Bucky had different feelings about Howard Stark. The man he’d known had been thrown into sharp relief against the weapons manufacturer and genius. It wasn’t that he hadn’t realized what Howard was capable of. It was just a reminder that this was more than just one of Steve’s personal friends. This man was interested in technological wonders without a second thought about the long-term costs. This had been further cemented into Bucky’s brain back in April with the Bad Babies and the havoc they’d wrought. Yes, Howard was remorseful about a lot of it, but Bucky couldn’t help but wonder how much a bit more self-control on Howard’s end might have saved him the necessity for remorse.

All of which cast their meeting in an interesting light.

He wasn’t surprised Howard was here. It was all that Steve had talked about since their usual Sunday lunch—when Howard was supposed to visit, what he was looking at in the SSR office, and of course, that he wanted to talk to him if Bucky could spare a minute. The chorus of ‘wish you could’ve been there” had been replaced by the refrains of ‘well, next time you should come with us,’ and ‘after you talk with Howard next week.’

That didn’t grate on Bucky’s nerves half so much as Steve’s hovering. Steve was constantly on the edge of his seat, jumping up to do things for him before he had an opportunity to get to them, jumping up to collect their boxes and files, moving and arranging things on the table to give Bucky plenty of space to maneuver, cutting in front of him to help with doors and latches or getting his tray for him when they were at the automat. Had Steve been like this before he and Carter had left for Europe or had time and distance softened that irritation? Or was this a new preoccupation of Steve’s now that he was back? Bucky didn’t know.

“You, Rogers, and Carter worked with him during the war, right?” Sousa continued after a moment.

“Some.”

“What was that like?”

“Steve and Carter worked more closely with him than I did. He was just the guy who gave us our gear. But,” Bucky motioned outside where Howard was putting on a show for the agents, talking about Heady Lamar and Gene Tierney at some volume, “more or less like that whenever there was anyone worth performing for.”

Sousa snorted but nodded, “Fair enough.”

The whole thing was an act, Bucky knew. In fact, he knew that they had more in common with their upbringing than either of them would care to admit. They were both of immigrant stock who’d grown up dirt poor. Only Howard was clawing his way up, while Bucky had never had such ambitions aside from simply making ends meet and seeing to it that his sister had a better shot at getting out than he did. The fact that he was more comfortably middle class, now after the war, seemed more like a bit of luck than anything he’d done to earn the position. Howard, through his genius and luck of his own, had risen and didn’t seem like the type to stop and ponder the whys and hows very much.

“He’s not a bad guy. He just lives on a different plane of existence than the rest of us,” Bucky added for good measure.

It wasn’t that Bucky disliked Howard. On the contrary, Bucky liked Howard quite a bit, and the man was a hell of a lot of fun to be around at the best of times. He just trusted him about as far as he could throw him—therein lay the issue.

“Well, good. Because Rogers just pointed to you, and he’s heading this way,” Sousa said, retrieving his crutch from the floor. He levered himself from the chair and picked up his coffee cup. “Which I think is my cue to leave.”

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A Stark Absence - Chapter 23

Pairings: Tony Stark x OFC

A/N: Please see Masterpost for a note regarding this and upcoming chapters’ tags

It's been a long time, but like I said a couple days ago, I'm finally in a good enough place that I have the head space to hopefully do Tony and Ev justice. I'll still be slow to update, but I promise not to take two years ever again <3

Word Count: 3,049

Chapter 23 of ?

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Runnin Down A Dream

Steve glanced over his shoulder at Natasha, “You sure this is it?”

“Same coords I always use,” she said, hurrying to his side in the cockpit. “Why?

Tony wondered what else could possibly go wrong as he pushed himself up out of his seat, pocketing the flask he’d brought along.

“It’s gone,” Nat breathed. “The report mentioned a fire but it didn’t say anything about…”

“What’s go-” Tony faltered, now seeing what the others could.

“The Hub. That was the Hub,” Natasha’s voice was soft, her eyes wandering over the charred landscape before them.

“Good thing she wasn’t there,” Tony said brusquely. “I’m suiting up. Let’s get down there and get this over with.”

Steve and Natasha exchanged a look of concern. Tony hadn’t taken the news well, they knew he wouldn’t. Neither had they, if they were being honest with themselves. But his refusal to accept Evelyn’s fate was only going to hurt him more the longer he denied it. None of them wanted to find what they’d come looking for, but at the same time… Maybe it would make things easier if they did. Maybe it would be easier on everyone if there was a chance for closure, a chance for grieving, for healing.

The trio walked silently from the Quinjet, towards what was left of the Hub. It had been a large facility, evident by the remnants of the foundation that stood among the ash. Tony berated himself for not sending his army of suits out to search for it the moment Evelyn mentioned it. If he’d known it was this large… It would have stood out. One of the suits would have found it. He could have intervened. He could have found her. He could have-

“I don’t know if there’s anything left here to find,” Steve said solemnly.

“Shut it, Rogers. Jarvis, start scanning. I want everything you can give me on this place. Even better if there’s satellite footage from the days leading up to, to this.”

“Of course, sir.”

Natasha stood at the edge of the destruction, and scooped up a handful of ashes. She gripped them in her fist, then let them scatter away through her fingers. “This was the backbone of SHIELD. All of our intel, all of our support, tech, it all came through here.”

“Never took you for the sentimental type,” Tony remarked, focused on the data streaming on his HUD.

She side-eyed Tony.

He tried not to think about anyone else. The number of people it would have required to be the backbone of SHIELD. The number of people that would have been going through another day of work when Hydra struck.

“Mapping analysis complete.”

“Project it.”

Before their eyes, the Hub seemed to come back to life; grand and imposing. Natasha stepped back as the green walls loomed before her. Steve came to her side, and placed a hand on her shoulder. Tony stayed where he was, unable to decide his next step.

“Area analysis complete.”

“And?” Tony asked, not wanting to hear the response.

“Most human remains are located at the back of the building, sir,” Jarvis said.

“And,” Tony pressed. Say she’s not there, say she’s not there…

“Many have no remaining means of identification. Those who do are at the bottom of the piles. However, no trace of Ms. Abel can be identified from the remains at this time.”

Tony closed his eyes, raised his face to the sky, and let out a long-held breath.

They walked around the charred remnants of the Hub, a somber air hanging over them. The piles Jarvis spoke of (and if Tony let himself recall, Romanoff had mentioned), were unceremonious pyres. Bodies laid upon bodies laid upon bodies, contourted, burned, unrecognizable. Steve put a hand over his mouth and nose; the smell of gasoline still lingered thickly in the air, and his stomach rolled at the sight.

“Monsters,” Natasha whispered.

Tony’s jaw clenched tightly.

Steve turned away, hands on his hips, eyes on the ground. “What do we do?”

“Jarvis said she’s not here. So we go home. We find her.”

“Tony…”

“She’s not here, Romanoff,” Tony said firmly as his helmet retracted. “That means she needs us.”

The demon’s breath was warm on Evelyn’s ear, her head dipped to the side, as she forced a smile at the departing group. She nearly caught Fitz’s eyebrows pinch together and his eyes dart to her right hand, but missed it when a cough and groan left the man behind her. She closed her eyes at Ward’s performance, fingers twitching to tap to her thumb. His bruises might be real, but the cause of them wasn’t.

“Make sure Abel rests up.

“I’ll show her to the barracks right now.”

Her eyes flew open, looking between Coulson and Koenig.

“Good. I think that hike from the bus must have taken more out of her than we thought.”

Evelyn had to bite her tongue. She wanted to pipe up, to say that she was fine, better than she seemed, but he was right; she was exhausted. But a decent, comfortable bed was all she really wanted. To say it had been a long day would be an understatement. Lying down and drifting off to sleep behind a locked door was all she could hope for.

“Nap time, darling?”

She squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed hard as she rolled her head back side to side, trying to conceal her reactions. This wasn’t the time or place for getting in a back and forth with the nightmare man.

“Evie,” Fitz said, his voice heavy with concern. He met her eyes briefly before he looked at her bare fingers again. “Where’s your-”

“Good idea,” she said, giving Coulson a weak smile. She could feel her heart begin to pick up the pace at the thoughts racing through her mind, at the decision she was about to make. She turned to Koenig. “A rest is exactly what I need.” A rest… A dream… Tony…

“Ready to join me, are you?”

She tried not to lean her head into the gleeful voice speaking into her ear, but Fitz caught her reflexive action easily.

“Sir, maybe Evelyn should come with us after all? Simmons can monitor her injuries and-”

“Simmons already made sure she has enough of her meds to get by until we get back, and said she’ll be fine until then. Abel’s staying. What she needs now is time in one place to rest and heal. She won’t get that out in the field with us.”

“But, sir-”

“Nice try, Fitz,” Ward interrupted. “I’ll keep a close eye on her. She’ll be fine.”

Looking somewhat placated, Fitz nodded. He looked worryingly at Evelyn one last time, flashed a feeble smile, and waved before boarding the Quinjet.

“Right this way, Miss Abel,” Koenig said, holding his arm out to indicate which way they’d be going.

Evelyn nodded and fell in step beside him.

“Hold on.” She froze at the sound of Ward’s voice. “I’ll go with you. Can’t keep an eye on you if I don’t know where you are.” He met her eyes with a smile that made her blood run cold.

What was he planning for her? Did he have a plan yet? Had he ever had a plan? Or would everything be set off when he found out Skye was able to hack the NSA satellites and see him and Garrett on the rooftop of the Fridge, working together to infiltrate the facility?

She returned his smile, but kept silent, leaning heavily into her exhaustion. She continued down the hall, sandwiched between Koenig and Ward. Doubtful voices quietly caught her ear, wishing the others luck and assurances that the tasks they were told to do would be finished before the team returned. This was all wrong, she thought. She shouldn’t be here for what would come next. But Coulson was following his heart, and she couldn’t fault him for it; she was about to follow hers.

“This is the first hall,” Koenig said as he stopped before a hall lined with doors that seemed to stretch on. “You can have your pick. I keep all of the rooms ready at all times in case a situation like this should arise. Never thought it would pay off.”

“Ok, I’ll-”

“You’ll take this one,” Ward ordered, opening the first door by his side. “It’s my job to keep you safe. That means I need to know where to find you.”

“Right,” Evelyn said with a stiff nod. “I’ll take this one.”

“Alright,” Koenig said uncomfortably. “Dinner’s at 6, we’ll see you then.”

“Thanks, but I’ll pass. I really just need to get some sleep.”

“You need to eat, your body needs fuel to heal,” Ward said, his order laced with kindness. “Don’t need Fitz worrying about you. I’ll bring you a tray.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Evelyn said with a shrug.

“I’ll leave it outside the door if you’re asleep.”

Evelyn gave what she hoped was a friendly, sleepy smile. “I appreciate it. I’m gonna go lay down.”

“Sweet dreams,” Ward said, watching her reaction closely.

But Evelyn didn’t give him one. She stepped in, closed the door gently behind her, then pressed her ear against it. The voices on the other side were heavily muffled, but she was still able to tell when they began to move away. She hastily turned the lock, then scanned the room for something to barricade the door with. If she was going to get any kind of rest, she’d need peace of mind that Ward couldn’t just waltz in at any moment.

She secured the back of the chair from the desk under the doorknob, then eyed the medium sized dresser. Normally, she wouldn’t stop to think twice about pushing it across the room. But with her shoulder and her ribs, just the thought of raising her left arm enough made her wince. The small sofa would have to do. She managed to push it into place using mostly her right hip, and while she would have liked to do more, that would have to do.

The timing of upcoming events was unclear, but in the show, everything seemed to happen in quick succession. Evelyn needed to rest not only for her health, but also because there was no telling when she’d have a chance to do so again. She knew she needed to get her ring from the broom closet, she knew she needed restful sleep, but first, she wanted to see Tony again. She wanted to feel the smallest connection with the only home she could remember.

The blue sky was thick with billowing clouds of smoke and dust as it continued to fill with Chitauri. The grounds before her were full of clashing bodies and weapons. The cacophony sounded familiar, almost comforting. Evelyn ran, as she always did, across the battlefield that had been the Avengers Compound, her feet sure and steady beneath her as each step brought her closer, and closer, and closer…

Evelyn ran. And ran. And ran. The battlefield never ended. The space between her and Tony never narrowed. Her legs began to ache. Her chest began to feel tight, her breaths short. She clutched at a stitch in her side, and pushed on, running, and running, and running. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t run anymore.

Coming to a stop at last, she bent over, bracing her hands against her knees as she tried to catch her breath. She hadn’t even reached the point where she would normally trip. She straightened herself up, hoping to gauge how much further she had to go, but-

An unsteady gasp escaped before she sucked it back in. She took everything in with wide eyes, trying to understand what, where… The glasses she was holding shook with her hands, liquid splashing over the sides. She was standing at the foot of a set of porch steps, a flagstone pathway before her led to the white picket gate of the white picket fence. Beyond the fence were gardens, so many gardens, clearly well cared for and each one was in full bloom.

Following along the fenceline, to her right, was a small dirt driveway that met a stand alone garage. Parked just outside the open garage was an older model car with its hood propped up, and a man stood there, bent over the engine. His t-shirt clung to his damp skin in such a way that she could see his muscles flex beneath it as he worked. Evelyn didn’t know what was happening, she didn’t know where she was, but she knew that back, that hair.

“Tony?” his name tumbled from her lips.

It was loud enough for him to hear, and set off a panic in his heart. He carefully pulled himself up from under the hood, grabbed his rag and began wiping the grease off his hands as he eyed her shocked expression.

“Ev, honey, what’s wrong?”

The glasses fell from her hands, shattered glass scattering before her.

He dropped the rag, sprinting to her in a panic, closing the distance between them as quickly as he could. He slowed a few paces away, taking in her wide eyes and the utterly lost expression on her face. He finished his approach cautiously, eyes darting around her frozen form searching the yard, the gardens, the porch, trying to find what had her so out of sorts.

“Ev,” he said softly, “honey, is there someone in the house?”

Evelyn pried her eyes away from his and looked to her side. Sure enough, there was a house behind her, a quaint cottage. She returned her focus to him, more confused than before.

“Tony… where are we?”

“Home, sweetheart. We’re home.”

He let his guard down, no longer concerned with the possibility of danger. Now all his worry was for Evelyn. The glass crunched beneath his footsteps as he neared.

“What? I-” She stopped short when he gently laid his warm hands on her shoulders. An ache in her left one caused her to wince.

“Maybe we should go inside. Is the heat getting to you? We’ve been out here all day, Ev, let’s go in and get you cooled down.”

“Tony, I…”

He was here. He was safe. And his touch felt so real. This. This was all she’d wanted.

“Honey, what’s going on?” he asked, then pulled her in for a hug.

Pain shot through her shoulder, her ribs, front and back. She didn’t even try to hold back the gasp that left her.

Tony reacted instantly, pulling away, worry etched across his features. “What’d I do? Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?”

“No. No, of course not,” she said, hating to worry him. “I’m fine…”

“That didn’t sound ‘fine’ to me. Turn around, let me see.”

Evelyn did as instructed, the skirt of her sundress twirling as she did so. Dress? She wondered what she’d worn in her other dreams. Nightmares. They’d been nightmares…

“What the hell?” Tony muttered.

“Hm? What is it?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

He looked up from her shoulder to her face, horrified.

“That’s what I’m asking. What the hell is this?” he asked, then gently ran his fingers over a spot on her shoulder.

She sucked in a breath, the pain searing.

“No,” he groaned. “No, not again. Things were going so well.”

“What?” she asked as he spun her around to face him.

He looked defeated. Utterly defeated.

“Every damn time. Can’t I just stay once? Just once for a whole day?”

“Wait, Tony, what are you talking about?” she asked, reaching up, placing her right hand on the side of his face.

He leaned into it, savoring the sensation of her touch, her warmth, her comfort.

“We never get a full day together. That’s all I want,” tears began to well in his eyes. “Just one more day with you.”

“Tony, I have no idea what you mean, but my shoulder; that has nothing to do with anything here.”

“What do you-”

“I got shot.”

His eyes went wide, brows lowered.

“You what?”

“I mean, that is to say, I tried not to, but…”

Tony couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his perfect dream world shattering around him.

“You. Evelyn, that’s not possible. You’ve been here with me all day. I would have noticed if you’d been shot,” he said, while trying to work out what was happening. The dreams, they never ended like this.

“Not today, a few days ago. At the Hub.”

It was Tony’s turn to be frozen with shock.

“The,” he swallowed the lump forming in his throat. “The Hub?”

“Yeah, I-I’m sorry, I-”

He cradled her face in his hands, searching her eyes with his.

“Don’t be sorry.” Tears began to fall. “Don’t you ever be sorry, sweetheart. Not for that. Not for what happened there. Not…” he trailed off, trying to maintain his composure, to soak in every moment with her before he would wake up from this dream.

“Tony, are you ok?”

He nodded, a sad smile on his lips.

“In the real world, Tony. Are you ok when you’re awake?”

“When I…”

“Are you eating? Are you sleeping? Are you,” Evelyn felt her throat begin to tighten. “Are you ok?”

His thoughts were spinning. What kind of trick was his mind trying to play on him?

Evelyn whipped her head out of his light hold, scrutinizing the house beside them.

“Ev?”

“You hear that?”

A light knocking sound.

“You get a lot of visitors around here?” she asked.

“None,” he said, joining her in trying to zero in on the sound as it became louder.

More of a bang than a knock.

“Who could be-”

“Ward,” Evelyn breathed.

“Who?” Tony asked, then saw her panic stricken face. “Ev?”

“I gotta go,” she said quickly, searching around them for an exit.

“Wait, no, I’m not ready,” he said, and grasped her hand in his.

“I gotta go, Tony! My life depends on it.”

“Your-”

“If I don’t wake up right now-”

“Ev.”

The banging grew louder.

“Tony, please,” she gave his hand a squeeze, “find me.”

He felt his stomach drop.

She leaned in, going for a kiss before she had to wake up.

#lish writes #a stark absence #mcu #tony stark #lish's stark series #tony stark fanfic #tony stark fanfiction #fanfic #mcu fanfiction

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(I almost forgot to post today’s) Febuwhump day 6: Secrets revealed with Ward and Skye

For @febuwhump ‘s challenge! Day 6: Secrets revealed with Ward and Skye

Ao3 stand alone: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44838355

Ao3 as chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44655928/chapters/112815811#workskin

Timeline: Sometime s1 of AoS, before Ward is revealed to be Hydra, I guess?

TW: gunshots (very tempted to put Russian here but I won’t /ref)

They had all thought it was a victory. Coulson and May were talking to HQ about where to take the officer. Fitzsimmons were working on learning all they could about the tech they had confiscated from him. And to think, they had picked him up behind a grocery store!

Skye and Ward were on guard in the garage. The man, named Igor Belyeav, was tied to a pole with a gag in his mouth. He was a high-ranking Hydra officer who had been trying to send stolen documents on public wifi, and Skye’s system had flagged it. They landed, picked him up, and knocked him up with little trouble.

It almost seemed too easy. And of course, it was. But not for the reason any of them would have expected.

B elyeav was watching Ward closely. He ignored him, and was leaning against the stairs, cleaning his guns. Skye was sitting near Belyaev, typing away at her computer.

“Вы говорите по-русски?” Belyeav asked Skye suddenly. She looked at him blankly. “Хороший. Эй, ты собираешься развязать меня или нет?” he said to Ward.

“Нет, я под прикрытием, сэр,” Ward responded darkly. “Что сказали руководители?”

Skye blinked and looked at Ward. “You know Russian?”

“I’m a spy. Of course I know Russian,” he said, not taking his eyes off Belyaev.

“Они сказали, что пришло время,” Belyaev said softly, grinning.

“Xороший,” Ward stood up and drew his gun.

“Woah, woah, what are you doing?” Skye cried, jumping to her feet.

“It’s time, Johnson.”

Ward slammed his hand on the control pannel, and the lab doors slid shut and locked with a deafening boom. Inside, Fitz and Simmons spun around and ran to the door, shouting. They couldn’t hear a word. Ward grinned, a dark glint in his eye. He hit another control and the lights went out.

“WARD!” Skye screamed.

“Развязать меня!” Belyaev yelled.

There were crashes as Skye fumbled around for a switch, a glint, anything to get lights back. Her hands closed around a gun just as the lights came on-

Belyaev was free, and standing next to Ward. Ward, who had just untied him. Ward, who was pointing a gun at Skye.

“What is this, Ward?” Skye said, slowly getting to her feet. “Explain.”

“Молодец, молодой человек,” Belyaev said, patting Ward on the shoulder. He grinned.

“Ward, don’t make me do this.” Skye pointed the gun back.

“Ha! That gun isn’t even loaded.”

Skye pulled the trigger. It clicked. He was right.

“You have guts, Skye. I’ll give you that. Your talents would actually be appreciated at Hydra,” he said, slowly walking closer. “Not like these people, who use you and don’t respect you.”

Skye looked up to see Coulson and May at the top of the stairs, blocked by the doors. She backed away from Ward, trying not to make it obvious where she was headed.

“Don’t try it,” Ward said, all humour gone. “But really, Skye. Last chance. Freedom to do whatever you want, intellectual freedom, taking down institutions like this. Wasn’t that what Rising Tide was all about?”

For a moment, Skye paused. She thought about his words.

“Hydra invades governments. That’s what I want to do…” she trailed off. Ward was right in front of her. “But not the rest.”

In a moment of pure adrenaline, Skye headbutted Ward and grabbed the ammunition, and as she was struggling -

BANG.

Skye was on the ground. She couldn’t breathe well. Her hands were sticky. Why were her hands wet?

There was a gun in her hands. She needed to fire it.

Fire. Click. Click. Nothing. Laughing. Someone was laughing. Why was someone laughing?

“Goodbye, Skye,” a voice said.

Skye turned over on her back, gasping. Ward was standing over her. Ward. She jammed the ammunition in the gun and- Ward snatched the gun from her and threw it across the room. It skidded to a stop by Lola’s wheels. She looked up and Ward grinned at her. His leg flew back before kicking her deftly in the stomach. She curled in on herself and gasped. Fire spread through her. When her vision cleared, Ward and the other man whose name had escaped her were strapping on parachutes. They opened up the garage door and Skye screamed as she felt things fall. She grabbed the nearest thing that was rooted to the ship and watched as Ward, her friend, her companion, her betrayer, and the man jumped together.

Skye screamed. She screamed and screamed and screamed. She screamed in pain, screamed in fear, screamed at Ward, screamed at Hydra, screamed at herself for letting someone in just in time for her to get hurt. Only when she felt someone touch her shoulder did she stop.

Simmons’ face swam into focus. The wind had stopped. The garage door was closed. The lab door was open. She was okay.

Or at least, she thought as they carried her to the lab, she would be.

Skye let the darkness pull her under, the last thing she felt was Simmons clinging to her hand.

#febuwhump #febuwhump 2023 #skye johnson #daisy johnson #grant ward #secrets revealed #shot #skye gets shot #daisy gets shot #betrayal

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pellucid-constellations · 3 years

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Hi! Could I request something about reader helping Bucky cope with the loss of his arm?

Love your writing!! 💕

Grip

Summary: You knew Bucky didn't like his arm. You just didn't know how much until he accidentally hurt you with it.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Small injury, Sad!Bucky (This is a warning)

a/n: Thank you for the request, Anon!! This made me want to cry, but in a cool way.

Masterlist

Bucky used to love technology. Back in the day, he would drag Steve across the city to the entertainment shop every time a new invention hit the market. Steve told you that when car radios came out in 1933, Bucky wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks. The duo would sit outside of the expensive restaurants just to hear the radios play from the cars of the people who could afford them.

When the first Stark Expo was announced in 1943, Bucky was ecstatic. All of the tech he could ever want was going to be laid out for him every year. He could bring his best pal, maybe a few dames, and see what the world had to offer. If he thought hard enough, Bucky could sometimes remember the feeling that shot through him when he walked through that first expo with Steve. Bucky didn’t get to go to the next one.

Things changed after the fall. A lot was blurry for him, but certain things stood out. The cryo-chamber he was forced into in between missions. The machine they used to wipe his mind and reprogram it to their liking. The highly mechanized guns they would press into his arms, some so complex that he barely understood how they worked. Most of all, he remembered his arm and all of the work Hydra did on it.

Bucky didn’t like technology much after that. Even after the people of Wakanda used their advancements to clear his mind, he still felt like it betrayed him. He couldn’t look at the sparkling tech in Wakanda or the fancy iPhones everyone carried around without feeling the bitter sting of resentment. It was technology that made him the way he was. That made this hunk of metal hanging from where his arm should be.

You made it easier. When you came into Bucky’s life, everything was dark. He was going to that veteran's support group Steve forced him to attend—which didn’t make much sense to him because he thought he had a lot more pressing issues than being a veteran. Steve had brushed off his grumbling and insisted that it would be good for Bucky to get to know other people with similar experiences. Bucky discovered on the first day that he would much rather get to know the girl at the front desk.

He stumbled through a few attempts at flirting before you agreed to go on a date with him. He had leaned up against the counter, flashing you his sweet, awkward smile before saying, “Bucky Barnes. I’m here for the support group.” You stifled a laugh and pulled the clipboard out from its place under his arm.

“Mr. Barnes, I’ve told you. You just have to sign in on the clipboard. You don’t have to tell me every week.” He smirked and grabbed the papers from your outstretched hand.

“Right, but if I do that, then what excuse will I have to talk to you? And please, doll, it’s Bucky.” His gloved hands signed the clipboard before passing it back to you. “I mean we could do a lot more talkin’ if you wanted to go to dinner with me. If you’d think that’d be fun?” His nervousness was evident in the flexing of his fingers.

“Sounds fun! What about tonight?” You offered. He let out a sigh of relief at your excited tone and quickly agreed. You continued to lead the conversation. “So should I meet you at the tower then? Way easier than my place all the way in Queens. Maybe around 8?” Bucky blanched at your words, his previous concern returning to his face.

“You, uh, you know who I am?” His left arm went instinctively behind his back.

“Of course I do, Bucky. You and the Avengers are on the news all the time. Plus, Steve came in before your first group meeting to sign you up, so that was kind of a dead giveaway,” He didn’t reciprocate your smile as you spoke. “Is there something wrong with me knowing who you are?”

“No, no, of course not. It's just that- well are you sure you wanna go out with me then? With everything I am. And you've gotta know why I wear these all the time,” He gestured to his gloves. “Wouldn’t really blame ya if you weren’t interested anymore,” His once flirty tone was now dismal.

“Bucky, I’ve known who you were since the first day you walked through that door. Trust me, I’m interested. Plus, half the guys in here have lost a limb, I see it every day. I don’t think that makes you anything less,” You took a chance and gripped his right hand still resting on the counter. “So what do you say? 8 o’clock at the tower?”

Bucky had never been given comfort for his arm. It always took a backseat to Hydra’s brainwashing or being stuck in cryosleep for decades, so people barely ever mentioned it. But as you sat there—in a massive looking desk chair with way too much padding—he somehow found a comfort he didn’t even know he was looking for. He gave your hand a soft squeeze.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Wouldn’t miss it.”

Throughout the many months of your relationship, you worked hard to show Bucky his worth. To an outsider, he probably looked very confident and sure of himself, but you knew there were parts of him that he had trouble coming to terms with.

There were the noticeable things, of course. He would make himself small when he met new people, still viewing himself as a terrifying soldier. He worked out too hard in the gym to make sure he would be dependable on any mission they sent him on. He would wake up from nightmares about the man he used to be and the lives he took. But those were things that anyone could see. You saw the things he kept private. You saw how much he disliked his arm.

He never said anything about it—he felt like he couldn’t complain when he was given such a great substitute—but it all came to a head when Tony decided it was time for an upgrade. He had been tinkering away in his lab for a few weeks, trying to make an attachment to Bucky’s arm that would monitor his grip strength. “It’s gonna be great, Barnes. You’ll be able to break any material in half one second, and then switch that strength off with just your mind,” Tony rambled, excitedly.

Bucky looked uncomfortable with the idea that day. You had pulled him aside and spoken in a low voice, assuring him that he didn’t have to add anything to his arm that he didn’t want to. That Tony just gets a little too excited sometimes. He gave your forehead a quick kiss and held you at arm's length, looking down at you appreciatively.

“S’no problem, doll. Not like adding something else is gonna make my arm any less gone than it already is,” He sounded so resigned it made your heart break.

“It’s still your arm, Buck. No matter if it's the one you were born with or not. If you aren't comfortable with it, you should let him know,” His mouth turned up in a small smile and he shook his head, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“I’m okay with it, sweetheart. No need to worry about me.”

But you did worry about him. After the addition to his arm, Bucky started struggling with day to day tasks. He would grab a cup from the dishwasher and shatter it, still not used to the new mechanics. Sometimes he wouldn’t grip an item hard enough and it would go crashing to the floor as he walked down the hallway. It was easy to see how frustrated he was getting, but those instances didn’t even come close to the devastation on his face when he hurt you.

You had come over to make him dinner after a particularly grueling mission, working quickly around his kitchen to bring the meal together. He walked in from the bathroom and hummed warmly at the smells coming from the pans on the stove. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing deeply. “You makin’ all this for me, sweetheart?”

“Of course I am, Buck. You see any other super soldiers around here that could eat this much? I don’t think—ah!” You dropped the spatula you were using and abruptly pushed Bucky away with the lower half of your body. The sharp pain in your hip was a clear indicator that he had somehow lost control of his strength once again. You sucked air through your teeth as you lifted your shirt to inspect the area, bruises already forming on your side.

Every thought in Bucky’s mind seemed to vanish. He looked from his hand to your bruised hip multiple times before sputtering out, “Doll I—God, I’m so sorry. I’m still tryna get used to this thing. I didn’t mean for it to—” He took a deep breath, tears forming in his waterline. “Shit, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I knew this was a bad idea. I thought for once this arm might be good for something and it just messed everything up again.”

You dropped the hem of your shirt at his words, covering the small injury. Sure, it hurt a little, but you were pretty sure you’d had worse knocking your side into the kitchen counter. In all honesty, your chest was hurting from his words far more than your side was.

“Bucky, it doesn’t hurt that bad, and it was an accident! What do you mean your arm isn’t good for anything?” You asked, taking his face in between your hands. His watery eyes met yours as he went to place his hands on your wrists, but the glint of his metal arm stopped him dead in his tracks. He kept his hands fidgeting at his side.

“Ever since I got outta Hyrda, I’ve been tryna make a positive difference. Like undo my wrongs, you know? That’s why I agreed to let Tony put this stupid metal contraption on my arm. I thought it would make me useful. Like if I had to lose my arm, then maybe it could be a weapon for the Avengers instead.

“There’s no use tryna act like it's the real thing. I’m just a guy missing an arm who honestly shouldn’t have the luxury of getting a new one. So many other people deserve a prosthetic as good as the one I’ve got. Figured I owed it to the world to make sure I use what I was given for their benefit,” He pressed his forehead to yours, allowing himself some comfort. “But then I hurt you with it. The one person who doesn’t look at my arm like it's some foreign object. You always tell me that it’s part of who I am and look at what I did. I hurt you, doll.”

“Bucky, honey, look at me,” You coaxed his eyes open, your foreheads still leaning against each other. “You deserve good things. You deserve an arm that is totally, completely yours. You’re no longer a weapon like those people at Hyrda made you think you were. When I look at you, I see a man who loves and has people who love him. I love you. The team loves you. They wouldn’t want you to carry this burden—to think that a part of yourself didn’t belong to you.”

He lets out a shaky breath, a few tears sliding down his face. He shifts his head up to kiss your forehead, pulling your waist in with his right arm, the human one, before mumbling into your hair, “But I still hurt you, sweetheart. My decision to do this hurt you. I love you so much. I never wanted to hurt you,” You gripped his shirt between your fingers, reaching for his left arm to wrap it around your back. He pushed against you at first but gave in when your fingers caressed the scarring on his shoulder.

“What hurts me more is that you felt this way all on your own. The way you feel about me, Bucky? That’s how I feel about you. I want you to feel happy and whole like how you make me feel. Your arm is part of what makes you whole. It belongs to you,” you articulated, hoping that your words would reach him. He shifted his hand to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asked.

“I ask myself that question every day, Mr. Barnes.” He chuckled a little at the name before dropping down to his knees, lifting up the hem of your shirt. The pads of his metal fingers traced the bruises on your skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. He gently pressed his lips to the injury, eyes tracking up to yours as he did so. They were filled with apology and adoration and love. You reached down and brought his face to yours, stealing the soft kiss from his lips.

When he pulled back, he kept his eyes closed, relishing in the feel of your lips brushing his and your hands smoothing circles across his back. He could feel the smile forming on his face as you teased, “So how are we gonna tell Tony that we need this thing off your arm? He might throw a fit after how long he worked on it.”

Bucky didn’t like technology anymore. It brought back bad memories and was far too complicated for a man of his age to understand. But when he opened his eyes that day and saw you smiling up at him, he was pretty sure he would have to make an exception and buy a camera, if only to capture you in that moment.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fluff

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caffiend-queen · 3 years

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I’m sending this to you for REASONS

I need someone to kiss me like that. Sweet fluffy llamas.

Mainly I just came to ruin your day. Because I love you.

Well, you DID ruin my day because you are the Demoness of Bad Decisions and I love that about you.

This actually turned out more fluffy than I expected. hope it's okay...

For @imanuglywombat

Oh, please.

It’s not like Bucky had even put you in the Friend Zone. You were pretty sure he put you in the “Wait, MC is a female?” zone. No, worse, “MC is an actual human being with feelings and not an AI?” zone. You’d been his virtual backup on the Avenger’s missions for over a year now. Everyone else on the tech squad who stayed behind in the Tower to track movements, disarm weapons, send down electronic pulses that crashed systems, and followed the blinking icon that was their designated Avenger, had developed a closeness with them. They were a team. They had their Avenger’s back in stressful situations.

But not Bucky. When he was cleared to run missions with Steve and the others, they’d paired the two of you right away.

“You’re in luck, Buckster,” Tony was sitting on your desk, fiddling with an extremely, extremely delicate inner-ear device you’d been working on. The man in question was standing stiffly, back to the wall in your crowded office. “MC’s one of the best, and since Thor’s off-planet playing AllDaddy, you get her! Congratulations.” Tony tossed the tiny device from one hand to another and you sighed when you heard the tragic little crunch when it dropped to the floor. “Oh. Sorry, kid.”

“Hi,” you offered, holding out a hand, “it’s nice to meet you, Sergeant Barnes.”

He put his metal one in his pocket. “It’s just Barnes, now.” He looked at you briefly and then out the door of your office as if longing to escape.

“Oh, sure,” you said awkwardly, “of course, I apol-”

“First mission tomorrow!” Tony interrupted. “Bring Sergeant Scrumptious up to speed, okay?”

After that, Bucky was always polite to you. He thanked you for your help regularly and when he was on missions and his tone turned terse and cold, you knew he was sliding a bit back into his Winter persona. You never took it personally.

But… when the team would come back and hug their backups, buy them a beer, joke about a close call, you’d stand in the corner, shifting from foot to foot as Bucky headed for the showers.

Until that godawful, terrifying as hell week. Where the intel was bad and the team overpowered, split apart and on their own, except for the voice in their ear.

“Bucky!” your fingers were a blur, tearing through the building’s schematics and trying to find a way out for him. There was a pained grunt in return. “How bad are you hurt?” You pressed your lips together.

“M’okay,” he grunted. “Tell me where to go, MC.”

You flinched at the round of machine-gun fire, praying it was his, “Okay, listen. You can’t go back, there’s another squad on the way, and those Hydra dickheads have the door and the elevator covered. You’re going up. See that ventilation grid? It should be like two feet in front of you.”

“It’s fifteen feet up,” Bucky managed, “I’ve got two bullets in my left leg.”

“Then use your right,” you said sharply, “you’re going into that shaft, you hear me? Then you’re only three left turns to getting the hell out of there.”

More gunfire, and you thought you might throw up on your instrumentation. “Bucky? C’mon, stop freaking me out!”

There was a breathless little chuckle and you could hear the metallic clang of the ventilation shaft. “I’m here.”

Taking in a deep breath and letting it out, you were calm, you were focused. You were going to get him the hell out of there. “Three left turns. The sheet metal’s going to be pretty cut up from all the bullets, watch your hands.”

He was on the third turn when things went straight to hell. There was some kind of explosion that made all of you shriek and rip out your earpieces from the brutal feedback.

There was waiting. Days of pacing back and forth and trying to triangulate possible positions and attempting some low-key “pinging” to see if anyone’s equipment could answer back. Finally, finally, you heard his voice. Bucky’s voice. The currently alive Bucky’s voice. “MC?”

“Hey, Bucky,” you wiped your wet face with the back of your hand. “So thanks for scaring the shit out of me, and stuff.”

“Sorry,” he sounded okay, maybe a little shaky and really tired. “We’re all here, my com is the only one that’s working.”

Everyone was clapping and being idiots and you resisted the urge to scream at them to shut the hell up. “Great, I’ve got your location and there’s a Quinjet within two hours of you. Can you hold position?”

“Yeah, we can do that.”

You were in your usual position in the corner as the team staggered out of the Quinjet. Natasha had a nasty cut on her forehead that was still bleeding, poor Sam was being carried by Steve, despite his whining to, “Put me down, man! I’m fine, you idiot!” And then Bucky was out the door, helping Clint who was hopping on one foot. The minute Bucky put him on a stretcher, his eyes were searching the crowd of techs and medical people until he found you.

Pushing through the others, not hearing their congratulations or the attempts to pat him on the back, James Buchanan Barnes plowed his way to you. “Hey,” you offered feebly, “nice wor-”

His big hands, one cold and one warm were cradling your face and Bucky just… gazed down at you. “My voice in the darkness,” he said hoarsely and then his mouth was on yours and holy god you had no idea any human being could kiss like this, much less the reserved man who was currently sliding his tongue between your lips, gently nudging them open and it was perfection, he was perfection. His hard body was pressing you into the wall and his tongue was exploring your mouth like Lewis and Clark charging through middle America and you had no idea that anything could feel this good. His lips were just lush- full and red and kissing and sucking yours with these endlessly deep, urgent moves and his thumbs caressed your cheekbones with such tenderness.

Pulling back, his ocean blue eyes sought yours. “Are you okay?” he blurted.

Giving a wet little chuckle, you stood up on tiptoe, one arm around his broad back, feeling his torn, bloody tachsuit. “Are you okay?”

His eyes were at half-mast, focused completely on your face and those perfect lips parted. “I am now,” he whispered, leaning down again to devour you, his tongue sliding back into your mouth and toying with yours and it felt so intimate, so deeply personal and something you never thought Bucky could share with you. With anyone. The bristle of his unshaven jaw rubbed against your skin and you gave a girlish little noise that you prayed no one else could hear.

And then you were in the elevator, the two of you, Bucky’s hands back on your cheeks and those pouting lips devouring yours like your breath and skin and touch were the only things that existed.

#Bucky smut #Bucky's tongue kisses are the death of me #Bucky Barnes has the most perfect mouth in the MCU

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