#natasha's would be her real name because she figured out how to hack it

[yourmcu]

Birthday

Pairings: The Avengers x  reader

Summary:

It’s your birthday and the team gets creative on how to surprise you, putting their acting skills to the test.

Word count: 2,350

A/n: just a little something because,, well,, it’s my birthday *runs away* also it’s cheesy, hopefully it makes sense lmao

Warnings: uhhh brief mention of explosion? mostly fluff

The Avengers wanted to get creative for your birthday this year. For the few years they've known you they picked up on things about you. One, you paid no mind to your birthday at all and just considered it a normal day like the rest of the 365, Tony took note that you hated parties, at least the really big ones, something that involved only the team would be good.

Okay, you sound like a party pooper, but that isn't the case; it's not a crime to just... not want to have a grand celebration, right? And people singing the 'happy birthday' song to you too while you just sit there in silence. It's awkward, you once told Natasha. It’s also awkward and hard for you to receive presents even though that’s what birthdays are all about, you’re still getting used to it since you knew someone like Tony Stark.

Well, the team think you're an amazing friend and they all treat you like family. They're so glad they met someone like you.

You're immediately called to the conference room on that day. Only to find the team arguing and pointing fingers at one another.

You kinda just slot in, sitting on the chair you usually sit on whenever there's a meeting or mission briefing. Glancing around, you try and find out what they're fighting about.

Security. Suits. Brief mention of Ultron. Rhodey busying himself with phones, probably making a lot of calls. Natasha and Clint talking among themselves, only raising their voice whenever they're included in the conversation which mainly consisted of Tony and Steve arguing.

"Suit up, get the jet ready." Steve dismisses but before he could walk out himself you raise your hand.

"Hey, sorry, I just woke up," you say sheepishly but coolly at the same time. "What happened, is everyone supposed to go? Can I read the file?" Because if this is an Avengers-level threat that required everyone, you'd want to know all about it.

His sharp and expression softens slightly when he looks at you. "No file, I'm afraid. Some of the compound's security protocols have been compromised, someone hacked in." He proceeds to tell you how they particularly had interest in Bruce and Tony's lab so the other rooms were untouched.

Apparently, they took blueprints and materials, maybe a handful of Tony's suits.

But if you think about it, those two carelessly letting the security to their lab loose? Highly unlikely...

You push the thought to the back of your mind and nod when Steve tells you to get ready. Stark tech can be dangerous in the wrong hands, after all. Let alone the Iron Man suits.

Fortunately, those things have trackers. Leaving you to wonder again why those idiots don't even try and take them off so they won't tracked?

Sat on the floor of the jet while everyone was strangely quiet but once again you didn't pay any mind, you sharpen a few of your knives. Natasha sat on a stool near you, idly picking her nails. An hour into the flight you furrow your brows and look around.

"Are you guys okay?"

"Yes," Tony states quickly and a matter-of-factly. They all share glances before he continued. "It's the tension. Sorry. My fault."

"It's not your fault, Tony," Bruce starts.

"I'm sorry, to whom were those stolen suits again?" Steve speaks up as well and you could tell it's gonna be a full blown argument again.

"Now hold on just a second-" Tony faces the super soldier to counter.

You merely blink, not expecting a simple question to turn out like this. Clint just glances from the pilot's seat and Natasha almost cracks a smile by the look of your face. If only you knew it was all fake, all planned. But what does she know? You're a spy too, maybe you've figured out what they're up to and decided to play along.

Sad to say you're still oblivious. Maybe the fact that you only slept three hours last night is one case. You wanted nothing more than your bed right now.

Heck, not one of them wished you a happy birthday but you didn't notice at all.

Tuning out their bickering you sit down next to Natasha who's the only one not in the argument.

"I haven't seen Wanda all day," you say and she turns her head to face you. "Or Sam, or Bucky."

"Probably not back from their mission." Natasha answers promptly.

You frown at that. "Steve made this sound like an Avengers-level threat, and it is, shouldn't they be here?"

You don't wait for a response, opening up a globe-shaped hologram that shows where the jet, represented by a blinking dot. Your eyes slightly widen when you see the target location which is one of the places you've been dying to visit your whole life.

Maybe it's just a coincidence. You definitely didn't expect to visit it for the first time on a mission though.

Natasha clears her throat. "Hey, have you read the book I gave you?" She subtly closes the globe up when she catches your attention.

You shake your head bashfully. "You know I'm a slow reader. Give me two months then I'll come back to you." You laugh. Natasha smiles and tells you to take your time. "Have you read the book I gave you?"

"I loved it."

"I knew you would!" You say excitedly and the next few moments you discuss about the specific book. She's just glad you didn't ask any further questions about the location.

--

All of you split up once you reach the base but Rhodey and Bruce stay in the jet as backup. The place reminded you so much of the old Avengers tower, only with darker themes. You're paired with Clint who you follow to the side of the building, with surprisingly no cautiousness. He just... ran in, entrance deserted of guards.

You all had a digital, tech checklist to see what was stolen including all the suit names. So far you've searched two drawers now and still no sign of any agent or guard. But it's weird since the others are clearly doing their part on their floors. Thuds, footsteps and sometimes banging sounds could be heard all around.

“Finally," you mutter when you hear footsteps behind you, spinning around so suddenly to surprise your enemy and take him down with ease. You raise an eyebrow when they don't put up a fight at all.

Clint was in front of a computer when you peek in to one of the rooms but he waves you off. "I'll meet you on the next floor. This'll take a second."

"One suit on the roof!" you hear Steve grunt through your earpiece.

"Remember to remove the arc reactor, that'll shut them down for sure." Bruce reminds through everyone's comms.

You hear Tony let out a noise. "Might have a problem with that, Banner, they're all reprogrammed."

Expecting the man with seven Ph. D's to worry, it only took him a minute to respond back. "It's your tech. I don't believe they could do that completely especially having them for only twelve hours."

"In that case," Tony sighs. "There should be a kill switch under one of their reactors."

"Which one?" Natasha grunts.

The deafening silence from Tony's line explains it.

You fight your way though the thugs which again, don't put up a fight. Sometimes you throw one punch and they're out cold, leading you to believe the intense training Bucky insisted you do worked. The only tough ones were the Iron Man suits themselves.

Ripping out the arc reactors wasn't easy. You had to use all you force. On the second one you encounter it got the upper hand and blasts you through a wall, the impact sending sharp pain to your head and back.

You hear metal thumping of a suit so you get back up and attempt to get your hands on the Iron Man in front of you.

"Hey, hey. Same team. Look," Tony grips on your wrists and lifts his mask up. "You alright?"

“Yeah," you pant, relaxing a bit. "Yeah. One of them got m-"

"We just discovered a bomb, northwest," Clint says. By ‘we’ he means him and Natasha. The redhead speaks right after. “Two and a half minutes. How many suits left, Friday?”

"Only one more suit is fully functional."

You get out of Tony's hold and sprint up the stairs. "I got it."

He smiles to himself. The plan is all coming  to place.

As soon as you enter the room you dodge a blast from the much bulkier Mark XVI. Of course they'd want to make the stealth suit more powerful. You launch yourself towards it, stomping on an arm while trying to dodge blasts from the the other one.

"Y/N! Fifty seconds!" Steve shouts in your earpiece.

You could've just jumped out, leaving the compromised suits here to be blown up but being under pressure made you panic and set your only goal to find the switch.

The suit could still set off a blast from the arc reactor so you couldn't really get your hands on it without losing a freaking arm.

"Get out of there!”

But you didn’t have enough time. So you just curl into a ball against the wall, accepting your fate.

A pop did go off. Loud, but you didn't feel yourself torn into pieces right after. You also heard a bunch of aye’s and oh’s. Redwing whirs by to your head to drop off a birthday hat.

"Happy Birthday!”

Your eyes fly open. Turns out the only thing inside Mark XVI was confetti. Natasha walks over to you to inspect and make sure you're alright.

"What the hell?" Your eyes widen at her, then at everyone. Sam and Bucky were now standing with them, smiling at you amused.

"I think she's in shock.”

“You think?”

Steve glares at Tony with a hint of amusement. "I told you it would be too much."

"Trust me she prefers something like this instead of a big party. Don't you, Y/N?"

"What do you mean?" You take off the hat and clutch it between your hands, appreciating Natasha rubbing your back as you try to collect yourself. "How is none of this real?"

"We basically faked a mission for you." Rhodey says.

You look around all the rubble. "This building, the people, suits-"

"Bought the place," Tony states. "Hired stuntmen, did a few tweaks on the suits...”

"God, why would you do that?" You bury your face in your hands, not knowing if you should be laughing or crying. "I punched those guys!"

"They'll be fine, they signed up for it."

You gently get up and brush off some confetti off your knees.

"But back at the compound... you guys were yelling at each other and during the whole thing you all sounded serious," you point out. "Was that all part of the act?"

Especially when that 'bomb' was about to go off. Steve's panicked voice made you scared for your life, only to know that it was all fake.

They all show signs of agreement, laughing.

"We'd make such great actors." Natasha smirks.

"Alright, the cake isn't going to blow itself." Clint walks up to you with said cake and you meet him halfway.

Everyone gathers around and before they could inhale to sing the stupid song, you cut them off. "You all know I hate to be sung at. Can we just get this over with?"

They all burst out laughing, you giggle in the process, blowing out your candle. You all group hug right after. The laughter makes you miss the sound of faint thunder outside.

"Look who's late." Bruce points out.

"Yes, I got here as soon as I can, my apologies." Thor smiles sheepishly.

Your ears perk up at the all too familiar voice of the god of thunder. Moving everyone of the way, you leap to hug him. "Thor!"

"Happy birthday, dearest Y/N." He grins and pats you on the head. "I'm afraid my - I mean - our gift, is with Loki at the moment."

"Enough with the formality, I’m just glad you’re here.”

Peter rings up Tony to tell him everything's set up at the huge building they rented for your low-key party. Just the Avengers. Peter, Vision and Wanda were in charge of setting things up over there, from decorations and food. Sam and Bucky also helped a bit before they arrived at the fake base.

So you all get into the jet again, this time you look at the windows in awe to see what the city's like. You also asked a bunch of questions on how they pulled something stupid but unique fake mission like that.

Once you've reached your destination, the place was simple yet big enough to fit everyone. Tony really took notes for this year. You didn't like anything too fancy or elegant, and you didn't like huge-ass parties with hundreds of people you've never met before.

Here you're with your family eating, drinking booze and playing games, generally having a good time.

You give the other five Avengers big hugs. Vision's never usually a hugger but for you he made an exception just for today. Everyone was surprised when he lifted you off your feet and spun you around.

"Hugging has a lot of good benefits," Vision says when he lets you go. "Astounding, I know. It is recommended eight times a day, hopefully you've already gotten that much."

You giggle at his remark and Wanda rolls her eyes playfully. “Thank you, Vision.”

“Splendid, that means I don’t have to give you one.”

You turn around to see the god of mischief himself carefully hand you a wrapped box. Loki chuckles when you smile at him. “Happiest Birthday.”

“Loki.... you know you and Thor didn’t have to-”

“Thor? That one’s from me. I assure you.”

“Y/N!” You hear Tony call from the other side of the room. “It’s time for presents, little miss. Good lord this looks like Christmas morning.”

-

unfortunatley i am that extra to post a birthday fic woo hoo

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[homosexuality-at-its-finest]

3+1 (Avengers x Male!reader)

Plot: 3 times you saved the avengers and the 1 time they saved you

Avengers x Male!reader

Warnings: cussing, slight angst?, readers a selfless idiot

Y/N: your name

H/C: hair color

E/C: eye color

Word count: 1396

 1.

The mission was supposed to be a simple one, infiltrate a HYDRA base and get information on their current plans. The team had gotten word from and informant that HYDRA was planning something big, something that could endanger the world at large. The plan was rather simple, most of the team would distract the agents while Natasha snuck inside and hacked into their systems and got the information they needed.

It started off well, with everyone but Natasha distracting the agents as she creeped into the building, making her way towards the main server room. The trip to the server room was surprisingly easy, the red head only having to take down a few of the HYDRA goons. She had taken them down with ease and was now in the server room, eyes scanning over the words that ran past the screen in front of her. She plugged the flash drive in, hacking through the needed files so she could upload the documents onto the flash drive. She could hear the playful banter mixed with orders from Steve over the comm, a small smirk spreading across her lips when she heard Tony make a snarky comment towards their team leader.

In her moment of distraction an agent had snuck up on her, but before he could lay a hand on the assassin a cry of pain left his lips as someone hit him over the head. Natasha’s head whipped around, eyes landing on Y/N who was giving her a little grin.

“Next time watch your six Tasha.” The man teased, causing the red head to roll her eyes with a sigh. “I’m never going to live this down.”

 2.

It was a normal day at the tower, Thor was off in some distant place, Clint went back home to his family, and Natasha was off god knows where. Bruce was having a rather bad day emotionally, the feeling of hulk clawing at his brain was excruciating. He wanted to slam his head against the wall until the pain went away and hulk just shut up. He sat in the ‘Zen room’ as the team called it, it was where he could go to calm down and relax when he was having a bad day. Usually no one else other than him would come into the room, it was really his room, and no one wanted to overstep an unsaid boundary.

He was curled on the fluffy sofa, a cup of tea in his shaking hands. He could see the green creeping into his skin and it absolutely terrified him. He let out a shaky sigh, closing his eyes for a moment as his heart began to race. He felt like he was about to go over the edge, but a gentle and steady hand tore him from those thoughts. His eyes snapped open, his head turning to the side to see the gentle gaze of Y/N. The H/C gave Bruce a gentle and understanding smile, not one ounce of judgement on his face. “Bad day?” He questioned, his voice calming the unforgiving monster inside of him.

The scientist let out a shaky sigh, giving his friend a little nod. Y/N simply hummed and sat beside Bruce, squeezing his shoulder. “How about we watch a movie, I can make you some tea and make whatever you want for lunch?” He offered, wanting to do anything he could to relax his teammate. Y/N helped Bruce more than he had realized, calming the raging storm inside of the scientist, the big guy lulling into a calmer state. Bruce couldn’t be more thankful for it.

 3.

Tony wasn’t sure how he got in this situation, one second they’re fighting an alien threat and next thing he knew he was being thrown against the side of a building. His ears were ringing, and his vision was blurry, he could feel himself hit the ground with a ‘thud’. He could hear his teammates voices in the comms, the worry for him was clear. He tried to lift himself up, but his entire body felt like lead and he just fell back down into a heap of metal. The billionaire let out a groan of pain, his eyes falling shut.

He heard rapid footsteps but couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes. His head was pounding and every inch of him hurt, god he fucking hated aliens. He could hear what sounded like a fight, flesh hitting flesh and grunts of pain or horrifying screeches from the aliens. He forced his eyes open, seeing a blurry figure in front of him fighting off a small hoard of the creatures, but he couldn’t discern who it was. He gave up on trying to stay awake, slowly sinking into the abyss.

When he woke back up, he was in the med bay, pepper by his side and his fellow avengers scattered about. The only person he couldn’t spot was Y/N, which caused concern to swell in his chest. “Where’s Y/N?” His sudden words caused a few people to jump, but Pepper let out a sound of relief, her head resting against his arm. “Never do that again.” Her voice held steady and strict, but her red eyes spoke volumes of her worry. “Where’s Y/N?” Tony repeated once more, causing Steve to let out a low sigh.

“He’s being treated by Hellen right now; He sustained some injuries during the fight.” He explained to the brunette. Tony’s eyebrows furrowed a bit. “How? Is he okay?” You were the youngest avenger; he was going to worry about you till his hair went gray. (Even though he pretended to be annoyed by your presence.)  Steve rubbed the back of his neck with a wince, knowing Tony would blame himself. “He got hurt defending you after you were thrown, he saved you.”

 4.

Y/N was objectively the most important member of the team, always quick to think of a solution or putting himself at risk to save his team members. So, to put it lightly the team was protective of him, because he was stupid and selfless and so entirely Y/N. It was one of those moments of him being stupid and selfless, there was a bomb in a building to close to civilians and no one was close enough to be backup; so, he went alone. He knew the chances of actually disarming the bomb, he wasn’t as experienced as Tony or Bruce, so all he could do was hope to give the team some time to clear out civilians.

He knew he was fucked the moment he walked into the building, yet he still did it, and it baffled the team. He could hear Steve screaming at him to get out of there, yet he persisted and kept himself steady as he walked towards the explosive. He began working as fast as he could, he felt his heart pounding and could see how shaky his hands were, yet he pushed past his fears, for the greater good he told himself. The bomb itself wasn’t to complicated and with some work he was able to bump the timer up another minute, but he knew damn well there was no way he could get out of the building in time.

So he sat there, waiting for the time to run out, simply listening to his teammates speak, trying to engrave their voices in his head. They were his family, he could die happily knowing he did so protecting the people and his team. When the bomb did blow he could feel himself being thrown through a window, everything became a blur and nothing felt real except one thing, the feeling of cool metal catching him and then it was darkness.

He woke up to the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor and his entire body felt like hulk beat the shit out of him, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care when he realized his team, his family was in the room, all strewn about. He could see all of them were sleeping, and he wouldn’t dare wake them up. He simply went back to sleep with a smile on his lips, because they had saved him.

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[thran-duils]

Use All of Me (P.13)

Title: Use All Of Me (Part Thirteen) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 3,575 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death

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A branch snapped out in the woods and you turned quickly towards the noise. It was dark outside still, the sun just starting to rise. You had been unable to sleep since 3:30am and instead of tossing and turning that could wake Yua up, you had come out onto the upper balcony with a book and a blanket.

The only sound you heard now was your heart pounding in your ears, worried that you were going to see a shadow step out from behind the trees in the shape of Steve’s broad shoulders.

But the woods were quiet, no looming figures. Slowly, you relaxed, the tension leaving your muscles. You could not see anything, so you nestled back down, opening the book again. After a few minutes, the sound was forgotten, and you were immersed in your book.

When you finally came back inside, Yua was up by then. You walked quietly by Natalie’s still sleeping form and made your way down the stairs carefully. Yua was already at the sink making herself some coffee. She eyed you as you walked into the kitchen.

“God, look how big you are,” Yua said groggily, eyeing your stomach.

“Good morning to you too. And yes, I can feel it,” you jested. “26 weeks.”

She laughed, “I mean honestly. Since this all started out… it’s like you swallowed a volleyball. It just hits me sometimes, still catches me off guard.”

“Soon to be a basketball, I’m sure.”

“Or bigger.”

“Probably bigger,” you admitted, grabbing a glass to get yourself some water.

“Well, you’re not that size yet. So, where is my breakfast? Cause you look like you’ve been up for a while. Why isn’t it ready?” Yua joked.

Yawning, you said, “Well, ma’am, I was actually going to go back to bed after I got something to drink. I’ve been up since 3:30. I couldn’t sleep. And now it’s catching all up to me. But if you would like, I could make you eggs.”

She waved you off, “I was just kidding. Go back to sleep. It’s still early enough! Do you want me to put a plate of food in the fridge for you for whenever you do wake up?”

“That would be nice,” you said before taking a large gulp of the water. You placed the half empty water glass back on the counter and said, “I’ll have that later too. Don’t want to drink too much at one time. The babies have declared a competition on who can kick my bladder the hardest.”

<><><>

Back in New York, Clint looked way too proud of himself as he strode into the room, but it caught Steve’s attention because that could mean only one thing. And that thing was going to bode well for him.

He was halfway out of his seat as Clint approached, a wide grin tearing at the sides of his mouth.

“I think I got it,” he said, throwing the few pictures he had printed out upstairs on the desk in front of Steve. Steve sat back down, pulling the photos towards him eagerly. “I saw that one of Natalie’s cousins had some photos up in the woods. I couldn’t get a location on them because I wasn’t friends with him. So, I got Shuri to make up a hack for me to gain access to an account. I chose one of the aunts, disguising it as a money scheme – she fell for it, clicked on the link. I was able to gain access to her account and was able to access more of the photos on his page. He’s got a cabin in New Hampshire.”

Steve was looking at the photos of the family outside their cabin.

“If she isn’t on the trains,” Clint said, excitedly. “Where are we now with the cameras? The west coast? We should have seen her by now if she was on the Amtrak.” He pointed eagerly at the pictures and said, “This might be it. It wouldn’t cost them anything to stay in and it’s probably secluded. It’s not too far but it’s far enough out of state.”

<><><>

Wanda was leaning back on the couch, flipping through a magazine. She had been watching the cameras for most of the early morning, but Tony had arrived around 6:30am, wanting to try different locations so she got up and left, giving him the space he needed.

The phone on the desk rang nearby, drawing her attention instantly, and she sat up, craning her neck to look at it. The phone was the number they had given out on the ads to call if anyone had any information on Y/N’s whereabouts. Tony’s gaze was locked on it too and before he could react, she was there, picking it up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, I’m calling about the missing persons ad.”

Wanda’s breath caught for a moment before she breathed, “Yes?”

“For Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Yes,” Wanda said more impatiently.

“Saw a woman like the photo at one of the cabins up here as I was on a walk real early this morning, right as the sun was coming up. She was sitting on the porch, very pregnant. I didn’t get a great look at her, didn’t want to gawk, you know. Plus, I think I was on their property, so I was probably trespassing, but I was following a doe—”

“Where was it at?” Wanda asked, cutting him off in the politest voice she could muster.

<><><>

“Steve!” Wanda called, taking the stairs by two. Steve called from the community room and she walked briskly, practically breaking into a jog. When she entered the room, she saw Clint, Sam, and him were looking at some photos on the table. Tearing her attention away from that, she said in a rush, “We maybe got something. A man named Will called about it, saying he thinks he saw Y/N.”

“In New Hampshire?”

“Y-Yes?” Wanda said completely confused at how he knew that.

Clint looked beside himself and Steve demanded, “Where at? Did you get a location?”

Wanda told him the address and Steve pulled his phone out, typing it into the maps app. He slammed his hand down on the desk in triumph, standing quickly. He thrust the phone into Clint’s hands. Sam was trying to peer over Clint’s shoulders to get a look too.

“That’s the same damn cabin,” Steve exclaimed, hardly able to contain his excitement. Wanda took notice of the pictures now, leaning over the table to look at them herself.

“Are we going now?” Sam asked just as Steve breezed past him. His eyes swept to Clint and said, “I guess so then.”

“Ha, teamwork,” Clint smiled, squeezing Wanda on the shoulder encouragingly as he walked by, rushing to follow Steve.

<><><>

The team was quick in their assemble upon arrival, Bucky and Natasha having to travel to get there which set Steve on edge because he had been ready immediately in his black suit, anxiousness coursing through him. He was pacing in front of the facility, having a hard time containing the hope blooming. His eyes were set on the tree line, wanting to just get into the car and drive to the address, scoop Y/N up and bring her back home.

He was not going to make the same mistakes he had that had let her slip through his fingers. If he could help it, she would never step foot off that property without him again. He would make sure she learned that lesson as soon as he got her home.

Tony met him at the edge of the entrance patio, not suited up. He was staying behind to monitor from there and he surprised Steve with a small drone, holding it out to him.

“You should not go in there guns blazing before you get sights on her or something to be absolutely sure. Use this. You don’t need to be barging into some random pregnant person’s cabin. Not a good look, not good press. Especially since you’ve got it out there now that you are looking for her. This drone is quiet, but it’s not silent so don’t fly too close or they’ll hear it and it’ll blow your whole covert cover.”

“You mean hovering above the place in a plane isn’t going to do that?”

“You’re not taking a plane, jackass,” Tony retorted, and Steve smirked in response. “Park down the road. You can go in on foot.” Steve thanked him, taking the drone. Tony ran his eyes up and down Steve and asked, “Was it really necessary to get up in the suit?”

“Can’t exactly show up in slacks. Just in case things get squirrelly,” Steve responded.

“’Squirrelly’,” Tony chortled. “Y/N will hardly be able to run.” Steve’s only response to that with a slight smile of acknowledgement. Tony stepped closer and said, “I got something else too. Of course, they say it doesn’t exist because the general public already has an issue with frothing at the mouth with conspiracy theories of the government tracking them. People honestly suffer from grandiosity in this country.” He noticed the impatient look on Steve’s face and apologized, “Sorry. Soap box. How do you feel about a GPS chip?” Steve’s eyes widened in surprise and Tony back tracked quickly. “Right. We can talk about that when she gets back home, safe and sound. I’ve just wanted to try out the new model and she seems like the perfect candidate, perfect circumstance. We’ll chat when you’re back. Don’t forget.”

Tony clapped Steve on the shoulder before walking back towards the door to the elevator.

<><><>

The trip up north was taking longer than Steve wanted it to, his fingers drumming impatiently on his thigh as he watched the trees go by. The thought that Y/N would somehow get tipped off and bolt before he got there was eating away at him. He was watching his phone anxiously, seeing them get closer and closer to where the cabin should be.

When Clint pulled off on the highway at what should be the end of the road that would lead to the cabin, Steve threw the door open and stepped outside. He was ready to let the drone go, flying it towards the direction of where the cabin was in a matter of a few moments, the only pause in the effort being from the drone having to start up. Steve was watching the viewing screen of the drone with intensity as it hovered over the trees, keeping an eye peeled as he followed the gravel road. The rest of the team was waiting around the SUV. Bucky leaned against the side, tapping his foot, trying to expel some of the pent-up adrenaline that everyone was garnering, knowing this needed to be executed without injury or incident.

The cabin was there at the end and Steve leaned forward in anticipation seeing the car.

“That looks like the car model,” Tony said over his earpiece. He was able to access the drone’s camera was well back at the facility. “Zoom in a bit to the license plate.” Steve did as he asked and Tony breathed, “Bingo.”

“Alright,” Steve said far more calmly than he felt. “That’s good enough for me.” He walked back towards the open back door of the SUV, walking up and placing the screen just inside. “The cabin is about half a mile away. Clint, stay here with the car and be ready to come up when we are ready to go. I don’t want Y/N to have to walk back down the driveway. Nat, Sam… you’re with me at the front. Buck, take the back of the cabin. Don’t shoot anyone unless I tell you to.”

“Taking the fun out of things,” Bucky halfheartedly joked.

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Stretching out on the bed, your toes curled. A sigh of contentment left your lips as your eyes opened, blinking away your sleep. When your vision focused, you saw the clock said it was almost 11:00am. You had managed to fall back asleep around 7:00am and you felt better now that you had gotten some more sleep. You could barely detect Yua and Natalie speaking in low tones, more than likely trying to avoid waking you up.

The serenity was shattered at the loud bang from on the first floor and you heard Yua scream in alarm. You sat up with difficulty just as the door from the balcony burst open. You jolted to the side, holding your stomach protectively.

Your heart rate slowed only for a moment upon recognizing the man who burst in was Bucky. When his cerulean eyes landed on you, gun pointed in your direction, your heart rate blew past normal, your breath quick.

“Bucky?” you got out in a gasp.

He relaxed ever so slightly, his eyes softening at the sight of you. His gun was no longer pointed at you, hanging at his side now. You did not miss the uptick of his lips, satisfaction flooding his face. But he still stayed on alert, ready to raise his weapon again if needed.

You sat up straight slowly, despite the commotion downstairs, keeping eye contact with him. Getting to your feet you tried to drown out the sounds of shouting downstairs, focusing only on him. His eyes flicked to your stomach, causing your hands to clench tighter around it and he made eye contact with you again.

“You can let me leave,” you said to him, your voice shaking.

Bucky’s laugh was humorless. “Y/N. Sweetheart, c’mon.” He was chastising you for even suggesting it with that tone.

“Buck?”

The sound of his voice rolling up the stairs made you freeze to the spot.

“I’ve got your doll in my scope. She looks good, Steve,” Bucky called back down towards the ground floor.

The sound of his foot on the bottom stair made you flinch. His footfalls were heavy, each step putting another nail in the coffin of your freedom. Your eyes flicked towards the open door and Bucky gave you a disappointed look, taking a step back towards it. He shook his head and you tore your eyes away from him, eyes fixated on the stairs.

He came into view quick, his height surpassing the staircase railing long before Yua or Natalie’s would. The same time elation flew through his features upon seeing you, you felt dread course through your veins. He was geared up, like he was going into a fight. Apparently, he did not underestimate the three of you.

Steve was a foot from you now, his gaze piercing and you were too afraid to take your eyes off him. There were a few moments of silence before he said quietly, “I admit, you have some loyal friends down there. They remind me of Buck.” You said nothing and he asked harshly now, “What did you think this was going to accomplish though, really, Y/N?”

You sucked in your bottom lip, unable to form a sentence in your frightened state about what he was there to do besides take you back.

“Answer me.”

Stammering, you said, “I… I just…” You were embarrassed he was shaking you up so bad. You had been in such a haze, hoping beyond reason that the three of you would eventually be able to settle down and it would blow over. The longer you had stayed away, the more the doubt it could work had been overshadowed by that terrible misleading feeling of hope.

Steve’s expression softened seeing you tripping over your words. He stepped closer and you instinctively stepped back. His lips formed into a thin line, stopping his advancement. “Y/N, doll, please. I want what is best for you. All I want is to take care of you. You worried me, doll. You worried me a lot. Do you know what it felt like to not know where you were? If you were safe? If the children were safe? Can you imagine how utterly upset you made me? How betrayed I felt when I realized you were gone? I leave to let you have a party with your friends, to give you space with them.” You almost flinched at the phrasing, like he had taken the words right out of your mouth. If he noticed, he did not show it. He continued on, “I leave a gift behind for you to find, something I built for you and the babies, and how do you repay me? You left. Without a word. Like I didn’t matter. Did you even see the gift?”

“No,” you whispered.

“Of course you didn’t. You didn’t care enough to look. You were only concerned with yourself. Out of everyone in the world, I didn’t think it would be you that would betray me like this. You told me you loved me.”

Heat rose to your cheeks as your eyes glistened with tears. He sounded deeply hurt, wounded. You could see it in his eyes.

“I can forgive you, Y/N. Trusting you is something else entirely. I don’t think that’s an option right now. But… I can forgive you. You just have to come back and be good.”

You averted your gaze, your chest tightening at his order.

Steve closed the space between you, and you did not move away this time. He hooked his fingers underneath your chin, tipping your head up. “It’s me…” Steve told you as his eyes hardened, and he warned gravely, “Or nobody.”

You did not have to imagine all the guns pointed at your friends downstairs. You either left with them both dead and back with Steve. Or left with them both alive and with Steve. Either way, he had you enveloped back to him. The degree of guilt is what you were choosing, that’s what he was giving you.

You were taking too long to answer.

Steve looked over his shoulder, making eye contact with Bucky. Bucky started walking towards the staircase where he could look down on the living room.

“Steve, don’t—” you choked out.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“You’re scaring me.”

“Good.”

You let out a strangled noise before you got out in between tears, “I won’t ever try to leave you again, I swear. I’ll stay home for you. I’ll take care of the twins. I’ll do what you ask, I’ll listen, like I promised. I’ll be happy.”

“Were you ever?” He asked coldly.

“I w-was,” you said shakily, nodding. Nodding to convince yourself, remind yourself that you had been. “I was, really.”

“And what changed that, hmm?”

“You… you locked me away in the house.”

His lips twitched at the accusation and you feared you had made a misstep, fearing for Yua and Natalie. He did not make a move though except to say, “And why did I do that?”

He wanted you to say what he believed. He wanted you to believe it too. The tears were fat rolling down your cheeks as you whispered, “Because… you wanted to keep me safe.”

“That’s right, doll,” Steve breathed easier, smiling. His fingers caressed your face. “That’s exactly what I was doing. And you pulling this little stunt proved my gut instinct was right, didn’t it? You need protection, especially from yourself. You are impulsive and don’t think about the long-term repercussions of your actions.” His hand came to rest on your abdomen, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me, doll. I want you to just come home and let me take care of you. That’s what’s going to happen. Right?”

“Yes,” a voice that sounded like yours said; it was like you were outside your body. “Yes, I want that.”

“That’s what I thought,” Steve said, leaning forward and giving you a long kiss on your forehead.

“My friends?” you choked out.

Steve pulled away from you and smirked at you. “Hmm, maybe you can be concerned with more than yourself. Maybe I was too harsh there for a moment… what about your friends?”

“Please don’t hurt them. Please let them leave and go back home unharmed.”

He exhaled heavily and asked seriously, “And why should I do that?”

“Bucky would help you if you asked.” Bucky turned his head towards the pair of you and you tried to pretend like you did not notice his gaze. “It’s not their fault. I asked for help. It’s my fault. They shouldn’t be punished for my mistake. Please don’t make them pay for my behavior.”

Steve looked contemplative and you waited with bated breath, hoping he would react positively to your display of holding yourself liable. He wanted you to beg and you were giving it to him.

Over his shoulder, he finally ordered, “Let the ladies grab their things and get out of here. They’re safe… as long as Y/N continues to behave.” You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off by pressing a button on his earpiece. “Barton, we’re ready. Come on up.”

He grasped your arm and you tried to yank your arm away from him. He was far too strong and jolted you to him. “Don’t go messing this up now, Y/N. You were doing so well. Don’t make this harder for me than it has to be to get you in the damn car. You got what you wanted with your friends; you just need to uphold your side of the bargain.”

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Traitor

Y/N L/N has had a treacherous past as a HYDRA sleeper agent, one that she was grateful to put aside when she started dating Peter Parker. The one thing she wasn’t counting on was Peter’s reaction when her secret comes to light.

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With everything that had happened to you, how did you still have Peter Parker by your side? The boy seemed like an angel, always smiling and happy despite the darkest of storms. You look at him now, beaming and leading you through the streets of New York, and wonder how on Earth you got this lucky.

Well, it didn’t start out so well. As a child, you were raised by the Soviets and trained under HYDRA principles. You knew how to kill a man twelve different ways before you could read a chapter book. Like the other girls of the Red Room, you were cold and calculating, always willing to pull the trigger no matter the cost. The Black Widow, Natalia Romanova, had been displayed before you as a hero, someone you should aspire to be, no matter the cost. Then, she had betrayed the Soviets by becoming an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and her image was wiped from the teachings of the Red Room just as quickly as she had entered them.

When you were around the age of ten, you were transferred from the Red Room to a small town in the United States, and told to remain undercover until you were given new orders. You were a sleeper agent; living life as an ordinary American but prepared to strike at a moment’s notice. There, you had lived for six years, and then you had gotten a call telling you to move to New York. 

You were placed next to Peter Parker so the Soviets could monitor Spider-Man and see if he posed a threat to HYDRA or the Red Room. They had told you to get close to him, and be able to kill him if necessary. Luckily, that particular order had yet to come through.

After getting to know Peter, though, you were faced with an all too tricky predicament. Despite your training, you had fallen for the brown-haired boy, and you knew you couldn’t kill him. Whenever you spent time with him, and saw the same love reflected in his eyes that you felt in your own, it was like a knife slowly twisting in your heart. It would be wrong to hurt this boy after he trusted you and even loved you, and so you started to keep your distance from him.

Yes, it hurt more than anything to see the pain in his eyes when he realized you were avoiding him, but wasn’t it better to know that you were protecting him from himself? You hadn’t counted on one flaw in your plan, and that was Peter’s determination to be true to those he cared about.

He had confronted you about why you were avoiding him, and you were forced to come up with some excuse that didn’t involve you being a Russian spy. You confessed that you had made mistakes in the past, mistakes that haunted you to this day and that you knew you didn’t deserve to be with him. That much was true, at least. Yet despite this tearful attempt to push him away, Peter refused to leave. He had taken your hand, promising that no matter what you had done, he would stand by you. Even your best attempts at getting rid of him were unsuccessful, and so you had allowed yourself the happiness of getting close to him once more.

Natasha Romanoff strides briskly across an office room in the Avengers Tower. She scans over a screen in front of her, quickly poring through pages of data and code. Behind her, the door opens and Tony Stark steps into the room, drinking from a mug of coffee he clings to like it’s a sacred talisman.

“What’s that, Romanoff? S.H.I.E.L.D. secrets or HYDRA?” Natasha turns to face him. “A mix of both, actually. After S.H.I.E.L.D. was revealed to be riddled with HYDRA agents and I revealed all their secrets to the world, I noticed that not all of the files were as easy to access as others. Some, specifically the HYDRA ones, were locked away under heavy firewalls.”

Tony walks over, intrigued. “Judging by the fact that I can read most of the words on that page, I’m assuming you’re almost done hacking your way in.” Natasha nods. “This file is pretty important, too. It’s got a list of all the sleeper agents HYDRA assigned to New York. The other files in the folder cover the rest of the states, but I figured I should start at home and work my way out.”

Tony contemplates this. “I would agree. I better not see any of my interns on that list, though. How much more do you have to do before we read it?” Natasha types in a few last characters, then reloads the file. “Actually, we’re done now. Let’s start from the beginning.” The two friends lean forward, beginning to read the list of names.

It’s a beautiful day in New York. You happen to be on a date with Peter, which makes it even better. The two of you are strolling through the streets, window shopping and laughing until everything seems perfect. Peter loops his arm through yours, and pulls you close to press a light kiss on your cheek. You smile at him, and he smiles back at you.

You’re just rounding a corner to walk another sidestreet when you spy two figures heading briskly towards you. You peer at them, confused, and then a weight starts to solidify in your stomach when you realize it’s Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff, both heading your way with stares that could kill.

Peter has spotted them now too, and seems confused, as if he didn’t expect to see them. You’re about to tug on his arm and encourage him to go another way, but it’s too late. They’ve stopped in front of you. “L/N, please step away from Peter. Immediately.”

Peter looks at you, bewildered. “What’s this about, Mr. Stark?” Romanoff folds her arms across her chest, fixing you with an icy glare. “I’d bet she knows exactly what this is about. See, we just found a file with a list of Soviet and HYDRA sleeper agents in New York. Guess who showed up on that list?”

Peter looks back at you, and the confusion in his eyes slowly turns to betrayal when he notices you can’t quite meet his gaze. “Y/N, tell me this isn’t true. Please, say they’re wrong and you’re not a literal HYDRA agent.” You say nothing, and turn your head away, unable to meet his eyes. Peter steps away from you, horrified. “Are you kidding me? I trusted you. God, all this time when you were talking about ‘mistakes you’d made’ I thought you yelled at your brother, or cheated on your last boyfriend, or something small. Not that you worked for HYDRA!”

He suddenly turns to face Tony, an awful realization starting to crash across his face. “What was her task, Mr. Stark? Why was she in New York?” Tony folds his hands across his chest. “She was here to get close to you, and to kill you if necessary.” The heartbreak and anguish in Peter’s eyes makes you feel like your heart is being ripped out of your chest.

He speaks now, in a voice barely above a whisper. “You wanted to kill me.” Finally, you find your voice. “No. I didn’t want to. Once I met you, I knew I couldn’t kill you. That’s why I tried to distance myself from you, remember? I couldn’t hurt you. I love you, Peter, and I left HYDRA behind when I got close to you. They would kill me if I did anything to jeopardize the mission. You know that’s why I had to stay, right? They would kill me!”

Peter fixes you with a deathly stare. “Maybe they should have killed you.” He glares at you one last time, then turns around and walks away. You feel your heart shatter in your chest. Romanoff seems a little surprised at his harsh words, but then she ushers you away from the city. “I didn’t want to do it. I never wanted to hurt him.” You’re babbling nonsense, desperate for someone to understand you, and surprisingly, Romanoff seems to hear you. “I know. I’ve been there too.”

Peter feels numb. It just doesn’t seem real. Y/N- happy, confident, brilliant Y/N- a HYDRA spy? Sent to kill him? He can still see the pain in her eyes when he left her, but it was nothing compared to the pain he felt when Mr. Stark had told him that she was a traitor. She had betrayed him, and so she meant nothing to him. She had to mean nothing to him.

Peter hasn’t seen Y/N since that day he found out the truth about her. She doesn’t show up to school anymore, and he hasn’t encountered her at all, not even a brief glimpse of her face from across the street. Mr. Stark keeps asking if he’s alright, if he wants to talk about Y/N, but Peter just says he’s fine. He doesn’t want to talk, because he knows if he thinks about her for more than a second it will destroy him.

Peter is walking home from school, mind lost in these swirling thoughts, when he notices there’s been a few people following him for the last few blocks. Feeling a little paranoid, he switches to the other side of the street and takes a few quick turns. He checks over his shoulder, and is worried to see that the men are not only still following him, but gaining ground. He speeds up, moving faster and faster. If he could just get to the main part of town, people could see him and he would be safe-

Too late. Hands close with an iron grip on his shoulders. Peter starts to turn around, ready for a fight, but then the pricking sensation of a needle flickers to life on his throat and he stumbles once, twice, and then again. He feels dizzy, and the edges of his vision fade to black.

When Peter wakes up, he’s in some small room. The walls are bare, and the floor is poured concrete. Peter tries to stand up, but he realizes his arms and legs are bound to the chair he’s sitting on. The sudden movement makes his head spin, and the pounding of his head overwhelms him and threatens to knock him unconscious once more.

Peter’s not sure how long he waits in that room. It could have been just a few minutes, or maybe hours. He’s still trying to recover from whatever drug was injected into him when he was taken. Finally, a man dressed all in black enters the room, a handgun clearly visible on his side.

“Parker. Spider-Man. How wonderful to see you.” Peter squints up at the man, silhouetted against the harsh fluorescent lighting of the room. “I wish I could say the same.” The man chuckles coldly. “I apologize for the rough treatment. We just had to make sure we got you here before anyone else found us. The Avengers can be such a bother sometimes.”

The man continues on with some speech, full of idle threats and guarantees that Peter has lost. Oddly enough, about five minutes after the man starts monologuing alarm sirens begin to blare across the building. The loud noise makes Peter’s head want to explode. The man in black looks startled at the alarms, but quickly reassures Peter that the large number of HYDRA troops in the building will easily extinguish any threat. Besides, no one knows that Peter is here.

Despite these reassurances, the sounds of gunfire and general panic start to grow in volume until they sound like they’re right next to Peter. The man in black seems tense, as if he is no longer confident in his large number of troops. Suddenly, the door to the room is kicked down, and a shadowy figure enters the room, gun in hand. Peter’s eyes go wide as he recognizes the newcomer- it’s none other than Y/N.

She stands in the doorframe, gun pointed at the man in black. She must have fought her way in, as her clothes are torn and there are lines of blood tracing their way down her face and arms. The bodies of the guards who had once monitored the building lie unmoving in the hallway behind her.

The man in black stares for a moment, then claps his hands together in relief. “Ah, Agent L/N. Just in time. I need you to complete your mission.” Y/N just stares at him in silence, and the man in black continues on. “Kill Peter Parker. Now.”

Peter looks from Y/N to the man. This is it- this is where it all ends. Of course Y/N will kill him now- it’s been her task since she moved here. Yet, she moves her arm quickly, cracking the man in black across the skull with the butt of her gun. He falls to the ground, unconscious, and Y/N races over to Peter and starts untying his bonds.

“I’m so sorry, Peter. This is all my fault- I should have told you everything from the beginning!” Once she finishes untying his bonds, she ushers him to the door. “The way out should be open from here. I’ll hold off any other guards.” She points down the hallway, and cocks her gun, checking the halls for possible HYDRA agents.

When Peter doesn’t move, she looks back at him again. “You have to go, Peter. You have to get to safety.” Peter just puts his hand on her shoulder. “I’m not leaving you.” Y/N shakes her head emphatically. “You don’t have to feel bad for me. I know what I did, and this is my way of paying it back. Go!” Peter still doesn’t move. “It’s alright, Y/N. You did what you had to so you could survive. Please, leave with me.”

Y/N looks at him, surprise and doubt flickering across her face. “I betrayed you, Peter. I betrayed your trust. I don’t deserve your love.” Peter just laughs lightly. “I’m afraid you don’t exactly have a choice about that. Now come on, we’re both getting out of here.” With that, he grabs Y/N’s free hand, and the two of them run off down the hallway.

When they finally make it out of the HYDRA complex, Peter’s able to find a road that leads them back to New York. As they walk back to the city, Peter looks over at Y/N. “I meant what I said, you know. I would rather you survive then turn your back on HYDRA. I don’t want you to risk your life because of me.” Y/N lets a rare smile slip across her cheeks. “I just wish I told you. I was afraid that if you knew the truth about me, you would have left a long time ago.”

Peter shakes his head. “I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. I love you.” Y/N takes his hand. “I love you too.”

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Like Real People Do Ch 3: Ex- Best Friends

Author's note: Oof don't hate me guys.

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Winnie carries her laptop to the kitchen and sets it down on the bar. Grabbing the eggs for her omelet, she resumes the footage captured from a small drone nicknamed “Red Wing”. She cracks an egg one handed into the bowl then another. For an Avenger Falcon doesn’t really have the best cyber-security on his drone. Maybe she would get the chance to fix that if she ever did meet him. She dices onions and bits of ham when Redwing spots a warehouse just outside of a heavily wooded area. Satisfied with the few screenshots of the area and a geotag, Winnie mixes the eggs and toppings for her omelet together. As she cooks the eggs, Winnie sprinkles in generous amounts of cheese. She sighs and dials the new number on her phone.

As she waits for the recipient to pick up Winnie sits at her dining room table and starts eating her breakfast.

“Hi, Is this Joaquin Torres, don’t panic. I’m the security breach. I work with a formerly avenger adjacent super powered individual. “Winnie greets.

“Uh yes,who are you and who is your super powered individual?” Joaquin asks, trying to keep her on the phone to track her location.

“Call me W, and um Bucky Barnes.” Winnie answers carefully stabbing a piece of egg.

“The Winter Soldier? Joaquin zero ins on the IP address, placing her in Sweden.

“He’s not that person anymore.”Winnie adds.

“Your IP address puts you in Sweden, something tells me you're not Swedish. “Joaquin smirks.

“I like Swedish soap operas, I can’t very well get them here.” Winnie laughs.

“VPN, that’s smart. Joaquin says.

“Thank you.” Winnie can’t help but be a little charmed by this man. There’s something about his voice.

“ I’m almost a little impressed. “ Joaquin admits.

“ Would you be impressed if I said I’m watching Red Wing.” Winnie gloats

“ You hacked into Sam’s tech. He’s not gonna like that. “ Joaquin warns.

“Not maliciously, I just need a few questions answered.” Winnie defends herself.

“ Shoot. “ Joaquin replies.

“What are the flag smashers after?”Winnie asks.

“They think the world was better during the blip.” Joaquin answers with the few bits of information he has.

“But why? I’m also trying to figure out why they pin their location, after a few hours it disappears but I’ve saved a few on my map. No real pattern, just places where people need help. Could be anywhere after returning.” Winnie questions.

“That’s the million dollar question. I’m meeting with Sam on Friday.” Joaquin adds, “ Red Wing as you can see found something in Munich.

“Hotspot of activity.” Winnie muses.

“Bingo.” Joaquin snaps his fingers.

“ It’ll be hard to convince Buck,” Winnie pauses then adds,” But if worst comes to worst I’ll go by myself. Ex-shield after all. “

“You were with S.H.I.E.L.D Like Peggy Carter, S.H.I.E.L.D. ?” Joaquin asks, shocked.

“Or Clint Barton, Or Natasha Romanoff.” Winnie names a few more.

“Woah.” Joaquin says.

“See you Friday.” Winnie ends the call.

Winnie sighs and puts the plate in the sink to wash later. If she’s going to Munich on Friday, she’ll need her old gear. She walks to her room and digs through the closet until she pulls out a large waterproof rubber bin. It’s everything she took when she left S.H.I.E.L.D. Winnie pulls off the tote’s lid and takes out the top most piece of clothing. The tactical overalls, a pair of black bullet proof overalls with several pockets along the front and back, including two gun holsters on each side, a place to hold a lightweight enforced steel whip: another invention of her’s.

She sets the overalls aside, and opens a small box. Inside is a tactical ring. The ring itself has a sharp side to be used in a fight, it contains a small piece of flint for fire starting, a compass, and a vial of poison. The buzzing and vibrating of her phone pulls her out of the going through the box. Another text from Sharon, Winnie deletes it without reading. She puts on the ring and remembers her first mission with Sharon. It was a simple gun smuggler recovery. The two worked together perfectly. Sisters from different misters, was constantly used to describe the two. After a few years of missions, Winnie noticed the acknowledgement and accomplishments were awarded to Sharon. Sharon is the niece of the afamed Peggy Carter, it made sense that she would be praised but it slowly began to chip away at her. The worst had to be after the medal of honor ceremony only a few years ago.

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(Flash back)

“The Secretary of Defense would like to bestow the medal of honor to Sharon Carter, for the retrieval and restoration of several Hydra communications. Without these SHIELD and Captain America would not be able to capture the rogue hydra base in the warehouse in Rhode Island.” Director Fury states.

The Secretary of Defense pins the medal on Sharon’s lapel as the room abrupts into thunderous applause. Winnie watches from the sideline with a polite glass of champagne, she doesn’t drink but will certainly toast a friend, even if the saving the file and decoding was all her. Sharon just served as her cover during the mission. She takes a deep breath and pushes those thoughts down. She’s here to celebrate her friend’s accomplishment. Winnie looks around to find Sharon at the after party being held for her.

“Winnie,” Sharon hugs her, “ Do you want to get some drinks with us and some of the guys from research?”

“I don’t drink, you know that.” Winnie lets go of her.

“Lighten up, you’ve been burning the candle at both ends. “Sharon insists.

“I like the work.” Winnie shrugs.

“Fine, you’ll get out of drinks this time, but get some sleep tonight.” Sharon says before being dragged off by a group of guys.

“I will. I promise.” Winnie shouts to her before leaving for the apartment.

(End flash back)

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After the ceremony Winnie put in a request to change divisions. Director Fury accepted the change to Research and Development. The next thing she pulls out of her box are the rocket boots. Many of Winnie’s inventions became the punchline of all the research and Development department’s jokes. The Rocket Boots, were the most egregious. As the Avengers developed, because of the hostile working environment they’re gear stayed relatively the same. No innovations made with the gear from Winnie’s perspective. She did try to design weapons for Sharon but that didn’t go well either.

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(Flash back)

“Sharon, you have to see this.” Winnie insists dragging Sharon to the training room.

“ Winnie, this is the first time you’ve been excited about something, what is it?” Sharon asks letting herself be dragged.

“This.” Winnie pulls out from her back, a light weight steel whip.

“A whip?” Sharon’s eyebrows narrow.

“Yeah, it’s lightweight steel and with a little extra training.” Winnie starts rambling about the implications.

“Winnie. Focus. I need practical weapons...like guns.”

“Okay practical. I got you. What about this?” Winnie holds a small metal sphere.

“What is it?”

“I call it a black out bomb, it short circuits and fries electrical systems in a surrounding area.” Winnie explains then adds “ This could help take down so many Hydra bases quicker.”

“There’s not a problem with our speed.” Sharon says.

“Well no, I just thought this would be safer.” Winnie shrugs starting to shut down.

“Anything else?” Sharon asks.

“Taser grenade.” Winnie suggests.

“No.” Sharon says.

“Dagger boomerangs.” Winnie suggests, this time almost hopeful.

“No.” Sharon’s voice is flat and annoyed.

“Rocket boots.” Winnie holds up the boots.

“No.”

“But the boots, “ Winnie shakes the boots.

(End of Flashback)

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Winnie gently puts down all her personalized weapons in their respective pockets in the overalls. She puts the boots by the door, knowing they will be the most useful. She’ll show the world just how great her own inventions can be. Winnie looks down at her phone, another text from Sharon sits unanswered. She sighs and deletes it once again, still hurt from the ending of their friendship.

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(Flash Back)

Winnie looks over her shoulder in the Research lab and relaxes when she realizes everyone else is out to lunch and or working out. She sets up her laptop and begins a bit of light reading on a newly created file that was just out of her clearance level. She squints reading the money transactions and leadership positions. Is this some sort of bribery or hush money. Winnie dives deeper and downloads the files. There’s no way this is possible. Hydra has infiltrated Shield.

Winnie quickly types out a letter of resignation and emails it to the office of Director Fury. She takes her flash drive and laptop to the apartment to show Sharon.

“ I have something to tell you, but you can’t ask how i know.” Winnie runs in the apartment and locks the door behind her.

“Woah, calm down! That’s an awful way of introducing something.” Sharon raises a hand in front of her.

“ Yeah well it’s bad news.” Winnie takes a few breaths.

“ Shoot.” Sharon says sitting down.

“Hydra is in SHIELD.” Winnie blurts out.

“How do you know this?” Sharon asks in shock.

“ I can’t tell you. You’ll be in danger if you know. Hell, I’m probably in danger right now.” Winnie rambles getting more anxious.

“I need some proof. Give me your laptop.” Sharon insists on trying to take the laptop.

“No! They’ll kill me and you. I can’t show you, just trust me.” Winnie holds her laptop closer to her.

“You sound paranoid and on edge.

“Sharon, just trust me. I’m not making it up. I saw contracts and money transactions.”

“Winnie, when’s the last time you’ve gotten a full eight hours.

“That’s not important. I know what I saw.

“Winnie, what do you want me to do?

“I want you to believe me so we can save the damn Sharon Show.

“ The what?

“I-I didn’t mean that, I meant SHIELD.”

“Is that really what you think about SHIELD?

“You can’t say I’m wrong. I’m just as good an agent as you are, and whenever we get back it’s like I don’t exist.”

“Is this about the medal of honor?”

“No it’s not but you told me to get the files and you covered my back. I got the files, and restored them. You got the credit for saving and restoring the files. Your manicured hands never touched a laptop. It took me a week straight of decoding.”

“ Winnie, you’re overreacting. SHIELD is safe.

“I put in my resignation. I’m not staying to get killed and watch this ship sink.

“Okay here’s my theory, I can’t tell you why but maybe you’re the Hydra traitor.”

“Fuck you!” Winnie screams at her while packing quickly. “I spent five years working alongside you, and you think I’d do that! I’m leaving. Call me when you’re not a bitch!”

In Winnie’s fast paced packing she left her flash drive with the evidence with Sharon. Everyday after Sharon found out Winnie was right, she carried around that flash drive just for the off chance that she could return it to her ex-friend.

#Bucky Barnes x oc #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes #falcon and the winter soldier #fatws #marvel #Bucky Barnes x Winnie #plus size imagines #plus size oc

[sapphicomenn]

WELCOME TO MY THOUGHTS WHILE REWATCHING THE MCU IN TIMELINE ORDER: THE AVENGERS

“the tesseract has awakened” oh you mean the glowy cube from captain america AND captain marvel? THAT glowly cube?? cool looking stairs- ew who tf are you? the grim reaper??

what the fuck is a chitauri and why does it sound like sea food. “a world will be his. the universe, yours.” STOP BLAMING THE PRONOUN GAME AND GIVE ME NAMES FFS

ooo shield base. “not a drill.” oh shits going down- COULSON. FUURRRYYY FUCK YEAH. the best marvel characters are here the movie has peaked- oldman from thor is here?? intoresting. and who the hell is this woman tryna question fury??

the glowy cube is a shE???????? HUH??????? oh hey its hawkeye the badass archer guy. oh shit things are going down. the cube is sparking and swirling??- IT OPENED A PORTAL

LOKKIII YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD WELCOME BACK. HE HAS A SHOOTY MAGIC SPEAR LIKE A BADASS. he just took out a bunch or shield with a shooty spe- OHMYGODS HE CAN CONTROL MINDS WITH IT.

“loki. brother of thor.” OLDMAN STFU

GUNS GO PEW PEW ALONG SIDE A GOOD OLD CAR CHASE SKSHSKKSHS. RUN FURY RUNNN. the portal imploded on itself like a moron hA

WHO TF NAMES THEIR CHILD “HILL” WTF. “we are at war.” NO SHIT SHERLOCK A NORSE GOD STOLE THE CUBE YOU WERE SUPPOST TO PROTECT

tis a train and a old building- NATASHA. how tf were you taken hostage? im so glad i have subtitles on otherwise i wouldnt understand a thing these ppl are saying. HOW TF IS SHE KICKING ASS WHILE TIED TO A CHAIR WHAT IN THE HELL-

oh his leg deff broke once he fell off the ledge tied to a chain. cut to a lil gorl running to find a doctor- who tf this is of course. THIS GUY IS BANNER??? i mean im glad they changed the actor but wtf. “theres no one that knows gamma radiation like you do.” YA DONT SAY, ROMANOFF. “STOP LYING TO ME” JESUS FUCK THAT MADE ME JUMP

oh damn shield has their own O5 council? cool. EXPLAIN WHAT PHASE2 IS ALREADY. also dont say thor is bad he is a giant puppy dog with a war-boner.

oh hi steve, working off that PTSD by beating the shit out of a punching bag ay? oh right steve knows the glowy cube. “at this point i doubt anything would surprise me.” “ten bucks says you’re wrong” welp ya owe him ten bucks steve

“is there anything you can tell us about the tesseract to help us now?” “you should’ve left it in the ocean.” WELL THAT HELPS ALOT DOESNT IT. hello there iron man, at the bottom of the ocean.? sure why the hell not

aye stark tower’s about to have clean energy, yay stark! “stark tower, is your baby.” how do you give birth to a tower.???????? KSHSJSHSKSJS COULSON BROKE INTO THE TOWER “is first name is agent.” TONY SKSHKSSHKSVSKSHSKS

*whisper whisper whisper* yeah she bribed tony with sex so he’d work on the avengers and stuff. “the guys like a stephen hawking.” “. . .” “hes like a smart person”

awh coulson is fangirling over steve- watched you while you were sleepin- man you’re awkward. you adorable dumbass. ohshit underground musky lab- OLDMAN AND LOKI

the world is breaking around loki. sea food army is restless- shut the fuck up you stupid looking eye wrapped bastard. WHO THE HELL IS THIS HE?????? welcome back to earth you smexy man

FLOATING WATER BASE

back to avenger tingz. man coulson is the biggest cap fan- oh its a giant sub- NO ITS A GIANT FLYING BASE HOLYSHIT SHIELD THATS AMAZING.

now we go into the meetings and talking related stuff :I yey. “lets vanish” wdym- IT HAD A CLOAKING DEVICE. HA STEVE JUST GAVE THE TEN HE OWED SKSHSKHSKSJS

i dont understand a word of all the science stuff they just said but yay. “i need a distraction. and an eyeball” barton what the fuck why do you need an eye.?

oh lokis in germany, at a very fancy party might i add. loki is best boy ever. even if he just bonked a the head/ OHMYGOD AND STOLE HIS FUCKING EYE JESUS CHRIST INFRONT OF ALL THOSE PEOPLE.??????

“i said. KNEEEEL” dont need to tell me twice-

blagh villain speeches are the worst. why tf did this old guy stand up “not to men like you.” shut up. SHOOT HIM- wtf. steve what the hell are you wearing? what the fuck is that- aye tonnnyyy!!!! he hacked into the jet thingy and started playing music from the speaker thats the best.

CAPSICLE SKSHSKSHKSHSKSJ- ohfuck thunder. THOR WELCOME TO THE PARTY. “im not overly fond of what follows” WKVSKSBSKSHSJS

HE JUST BROKE INTO THE JET AND STOLE LOKI FROM EM. “theres only one god ma’am. and im sure he doesnt dress like that.” cap stfu

“i thought you were dead.” “did you mourn.” damn loki thats harsh. thor is angy at his brother. “you listen well brot-ARGH” “..im listening?” STARK YOU CHOSE THAT MOMENT TO BODY SLAM THOR OFF THAT CLIFF AND LEAVE LOKI BEHIND? REALLY?

“.. tourist.” FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT KICK HIS ASS, THOR. DONT KILL HIM WITH LIGHTNING THO

if someone throwed me against a tree i wouldnt be walking. im just saying

“THATS ENOUGH.” cap did you think that would work?? and how the hell did your dinner plate stop the power of thor

loki do be in jail tho. how’s this gonna go wrong- oh he smiled at banner. THATS how it goes wrong

tell him off fury! “you have made me very disapoin-“ OH NVM HE SAYS DESPERATE IGNORE THIS

“uNlimiteD pOoWeRRRRR”

“let me know if real power wants a magazine or something.” good comeback fury. i think

“loki is beyond reason, but he is of asgard. and he is my brother” “he killed 80 people in two days.” “he’s adopted.” KSBSKSJSJSJSK

“that man is playing galaga. he thought we wouldnt notice, but we did.” TONYKANSKSHKSJSKSJ tony is a fucking legend. “finally someone who speaks english!” “is that what just happened?” steve stfu you’re a fighty man not a smart man

“i do! . . . i understood that reference.” steve nvm keep talking please. PLEASE THE MAN IS STILL PLAYING GALAGA SOSJSKSJSJKS

why is tony eating blueberrys- where the hell did he get blueberrys. “we have orders. we should start following them.” steve you tried to get into the army under fake locations for months AND broke into a german base when you were a showpony. stfu about following rules

“so you’re saying the hulk.. the other guy? saved me” yes. yes we are saying that, banner. aye steve go break into shit like you’re suppost to :D

oh hi again oldman, welcome back. yay shield saved padme, and awh oldman talked about thor alot. thor i love you alot. loki just tell nat where tf you left barton :/ oh barton was sent to KILL nat?? not hire her?? well that went downhill. whomst the hell is dreykov- sao paulo- the hospital fire???? hawkeye wtf why’d you spill it all to loki.

mewley quim wtf kind of insult is that- oh damn nat figured out the hulk is lokis next plan of attack. PHASE TWO IS TO USE THE GLOWY CUBE TO MAKE FUCKING WEAPONS? SHIELD WHAT THE HELL

HA FURY TRIED TO LIE IS WAY OUTTA IT BUT BC STARK HACKED INTO IT ALL HE JUST EXPOSED HIMSKHSKSJSKS

WAIT THEY WERE MADE FOR THOR AND ASGARDIANS? WHAT THE FUCK SHIELD- oh damn lokis staff is the reason they’re all at eachother. probably

“yeah. big man in a suit of armor. take that off what are you?.” “genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.” well you’re not wrong

guys stop fighting, HAWKEYE IS BREAKING IN. “in case you needed to kill me. but you cant. i know, i tried.” awh thats sad, i wanna hug banner so bad :(

OHSHIT AN ENTIRE WING GOT BLOWN UP THE FLYING BASE IS GOING DOWN- HULKS COMING OUT THATS NOT GOOD. the transforming is scary- RUN NAT

loki stop smiling because the plan is going your way. “it seems to run on some form of electricity.” “well you’re not wrong” tony stop being funny this isnt fair

HULK JUMPSCARE JESUS CHRIST- NAT GOT BITCHSLAPPED THROUGH A WALL- YAY THOR TO SAVE THE DAY. HAMMER TIME BABYY

*B O N K*

hulk trying to pick the hammer up is funny. BRIDGE IS UNDER ATTACK. DO YOU THINK SHOOTING HULK IS A GOOD IDEA??? HE JUST TOOK OUT FIGHTER JET AND ALMOST KILLED THE GUY FLYING IT

CAP IS KICKING ASS- OH GOD NO THE ENGINES ARE FAILING. OHGOD LOKI IS OUT- THOR YOU DUMBFUCK DID YOU FORGET LOKI CAN DO MAGIC SHIT? NOW YOU’RE STUCK IN THE GLASS CONTAINER

COULSON SAVE THOR! SHOOT LOKI DAMNIT- COULSON NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

glass cage go brrrrr

HA LOKI GOT FUCKIN SHOT BY COULSON BEFORE HE DIES( :( ) tony almost got minced by the engine thingys

im gonna cry coulson how dare your death make me sad :(( stupid heart breaking aftermath moments.

thor is stuck in a field, banner fell through the roof of a building. awh the security guard is so nice :) barton is a fucking mess right now “how’d you get him out?” “i hit you on the head really hard.” KSJSKKSSK

tony figured out lokis plan- ITS TAKING PLACE AT HIS TOWER? THE AVENGERS IS TAKING ACTION BABY LETS GOOOO

wait a fucking moment, the cards coulson has are covered in blood. so you’d think they were on him when he was stabbed- yet hill just said they were in his locker “they needed the push.” FURY YOU RUINED NEAR MINT VINTAGE COLLECTABLE CARDS TO MOTIVATE SUPER FREAKS???

o hi loki welcome to stark tower

“stalling wont change-“ “no no, threatening. no drink? ya sure? im having one.”

“i have an army.” “we have a hulk.” HE SAID IT, HE SAID THE LINE

HA LOKI CANT TAKE STARKS MIND BC HIS HEART IS SOME TECHY METAL CRAPKSJSKSJSKS- i guess choking and tossing him around works. so does throwing hik out a window

oh no the glowy cube just opened a portal for the army of seafood. they look like creatures from halo.

BROTHER FIGHT

CHAOS EVERYWHERE

PLANE DOWN PLANE DOWN

what the fuck just growled- HOLYSHIT THEY HAVE A SPACE LEVIATHAN. it looks badass ngl. loki redemption arc? nope he just stabbed thor.

SPACE BIKE GO BRRRRR

yes because arrows and guns will stop the, alien monsters with lazer arms. some how its working. “just like budapest all over again.” “you and i remember budapest very differently.” WTF HAPPENED AT BUDAPEST BARTON AND NAt, HUH?

cap just scared the shit outta some police men HAHA

“i have unfinished business with loki.” “yeah? get in line” barton is snarky right now. banner just rides up on a motercycle like “hi what i’d miss”

“im bringing the party to you.” stark says while being chased by a giant metal space whale who’s crashing and crushing everything in its path along a street

“thats my secret cap. im always angry.” FUCK YEAH BANNER MESS THAT SPACE WHALE UP. HE JUST PUNCHED A GIANT FUCKING WHALE THING.

the music, the avengers circling around. its amazing. well things are gonna get worse bc more space whales showed up

“and hulk. . . smash.”

LIGHT THEM FUCKERS UP, THOR. shield maybe instead of watching, maybe, oh i dont know. HELP THEM???

i dont know what else to say other then its alot of fighting and smashing alien faces into the ground

hulk and thor kicking ass on the back of a space whale is awesome. HULK WHY DID YOU PUNCH HIMSJSOSHSKJSKSJSKSKSKSK

i fuxking love when steve turtle shells behind his shield.

“director fury. the council has made a decision.” “i recognize the council has made a decision. but given its a stupid-ass decision, i have elected to ignore it.” fury never stop being awesome

loki thought he was so smug when he caught bartons arrow, then it blew up in his face. literally IKSKSKSKSKS

HULK FUCK LOKI UP! JSHSKSGKSHSJSHSJSJ HE JUST TOSSED LOKI AROUND LIKE A RAGDOLL “puny god.” “*pained wheezing from a smooshed loki*”

oh damn- OH DAMN, STARK. he just jonahed the fucking whale thing and blew it up from the inside. well now the city has a nuke coming for it :/

yall have a chance to shut the portal down, and tony, you want to go INTO that portal and throw the nuke in? wtf stark.

TONY GO BACK TO EARTH DAMNIT FUCKING BASTARD PASSED OUT. yay hulk saved his stupid ass. do cpr.? mayb.? or a hulk roar will wake him up KEJSKJSKSSKJS

tony. you just blew up a alien command center with a nuke, passed out and fell to earth through a portal. and you want, shawarma?

and now back to loki. “if its all the same to you, i’d like that drink now.” ISHSKSJSJSJSKSJSJ

STAN LEEE

the people love em. yey

council lady stfu about the avengers being a threat. they just said the earth and you’re worried about them going rouge??

“if we get into a situation like this again, what happens then?” “they’ll come back.” i mean theres three more avenger movies so i assume so. remodaling stark towers so its the avenger tower? neat!

NEXT MOVIE: IRON MAN 3

*MID CREDIT SCENE* oh hi again mr no eyes. do we get to see this HE? OH WE DO. o hi mr 10 chins

once again ignore the misspells it was three AM when i finally finished this and im just now rereading it

#artemis rants #the avengers #avengers #marvel #the mcu #marvel movies #marvel cinematic universe #glowy cube is back! #chitauri = seafood #LOKI #MAN IS PLAYING GALAGA EVEN AFTER BEING CALLED OUT #SHIELD IS A DICK #SPACE LEVIATHAN

[marvel-lucy]

The Ultimate Weapon, chapter 14

Bucky’s POV

I didn’t trust her, not for one moment. Sure, I felt sorry for her when we found her, but that was it. We’d been making our way through the base in Siberia for a few minutes – me, Tony, Steve, Nat and Clint. Bruce was waiting out in the quinjet in case we needed anything demolishing by the big guy. The base was heavily armed and had a lot of Hydra soldiers, but it was no great issue to smash our way through it. After a while, we got to more heavily secured areas – fewer soldiers, but a lot more doors. Tony left one of his Iron Legions with us to break down the doors and went off with Clint to start the data retrieval process, vital to find the next base, and the rest of us carried on through.

We were pretty low down in the sub-levels by now and came across a row of locked cells. Typical Hydra interior design – concrete, damp, cold. Most of them were empty although the scratches on the walls and marks on the floor showed they’d been occupied once. Lucky occupants made it out, whether walking or carried, it had to be better than in. Fourth cell along and we found the first body, a young man. He was well muscled but I guess he didn’t feel too well given that his eyes had melted onto his cheeks and he’d bled out through his ears. Nat did a quick check but he was definitely dead. Two cells further along and we found another body, we didn’t check this one – from the smell alone we could tell this one was not going to be perking up any time soon. I pitied anyone who’d been near that smell for long, and then we walked along to the final cell and found someone else. Someone alive.

She was sitting on the floor at the back of the cell, pushed right back into the corner behind the bed. Eyes open and staring straight ahead, I thought she was dead until I saw her frantic breathing. She was pretty small, probably starved, but well-muscled, and heavily scarred. Her face was a mess, she’d obviously taken a heavy beating at some point and her teeth were smashed in and it looked like a broken cheekbone. Her hair had been hacked off in lumps, no doubt to attach electrodes at some point. I could guess what she’d been through, we’d passed enough rooms full of torture devices to guess, and I figured her mind was probably broken. If I’d been on my own, I’d probably have shot her, it would have been kinder. Nat probably felt the same, but Steve was with us and he’s nothing if not ridiculously honourable.

So, the Iron Legion blew off the lock and Nat went in. We thought she was probably paralysed with fear but as Nat got closer she could hear the start of a whimper, getting louder as she got closer. Nat, not known for her gentle ways, tried out a variety of ‘OK, we’re not here to hurt you’ and ‘sshh’ then the girl stood up, fast. Standing you could see she was even more hurt than we’d thought. At least three of her fingers were broken, there was dried blood and fresh on a number of wounds, burn marks, cuts, you name it. Her ribs were standing out and it was surprising she had the strength to move but suddenly she attacked. Nat was fast, of course, and fought back, and Steve stepped in as well and managed to get a tranq into her but she was strong. She’d obviously been enhanced, and that was when I started to worry about what we were taking on.

Steve took her back to the jet while Natasha and I finished checking the base. We had a few Hydra agents captive – Tony and Clint had already called in Jarvis to send a carrier – and quite a few bodies. I loaded up some of the equipment that Tony wanted to investigate, left them to finish up and headed to the jet.

Bruce had secured the girl with restraints, although if she was enhanced I doubted they’d hold, so he had given her another dose of sedative. I got everything loaded and Nat started the pre-flight routine and then set us on course for Stark Tower, before setting autopilot and coming back. The four of us stood and looked at her. She was, quite frankly, unappealing. Filthy, starved, broken and highly dangerous. She was obviously young but she was a Hydra tool. I knew what that meant, I’d been one too. I kept my thoughts to myself though, and waited until we all got back.

Once we were at Stark Tower, Nat and I got on with unloading and reports, while Steve and Bruce, the softer-hearted ones, took her up to the medlab. She was still sedated, so Bruce brought in one of our on-call doctors. By this time, I’d headed up to the medlab too to patch up a few cuts. The doctor whistled when he saw the state she was in – and he was used to us – and set about his work. Antibiotics, fluids and nutrient IVs, wounds cleaned and stitched, basic scans done. Result: she was definitely enhanced. She had severe internal and external injuries. She’d survive. He talked to Bruce quietly about sedative doses then arranged to send a nurse to help with the basic care and left.

Tony and Clint were back by now, Hydra agents handed over, data transferred for later research, so all of us stood over her and waited for each other to speak. It was Steve who started. “We have a duty to help her…” was all he managed before I said “she’s probably a killer. There’s almost certainly no humanity left. She’s a liability”. Steve looked at me and said what I’d been dreading: “so were you”. After that I didn’t have a leg to stand on and so I watched as they moved her down to a secure room, the nurse came in and cleaned her up, and the ball started rolling.

It was about a week later that she woke up. The nurse had been changing her IVs and shed’ been healing before our eyes thanks to the serum. The doctor could see no reason to keep her sedated so we’d thanked them, paid them off, and agreed to take turns keeping watch. It was Bruce’s turn when she finally woke and by the time Jarvis had the surveillance up on the screen, Steve and Tony had got down there and she had a broken piece of metal at Tony’s throat. Nat held me back from going down, pointing out that there was plenty of strength in that room to deal with her, and anyway, hadn’t I always wanted to have a weapon against Tony’s throat. We listened and watched as they talked to her calmly, then asked her name, and then she fainted. Once she’d dropped, Tony rubbed at his throat and all three looked awkward before Tony spoke. “OK, so, any bright ideas?” They tucked her up again and left, and we had yet another discussion about what the hell to do.

The next time she awoke, she was alone but Jarvis had been monitoring. Bruce and Steve went down, and Nat and I were watching on screens nearby. We saw her, well, do nothing. Come out of the bathroom, see them in there and then suddenly they were across the room. Nat and I were off and running long before we saw them stand up. Straight into the room, and straight in to her, knocking her over, and ready to kill. Steve and I had too much history and I saw red when I saw him in danger. If it hadn’t been Steve’s voice telling me to stand down, I probably wouldn’t have. I saw ‘threat’ and I acted instinctively, but his voice broke through, so I stopped and then all of a sudden we were giving her clothes and outside the room, where I stood and glowered as Bruce and Steve discussed next steps.

I did NOT trust her. Bruce had us all sitting in a little circle to make her feel at ease but I sat poised to jump and I knew she picked up on it. I saw her jump when Jarvis spoke and knew she was tensed, but so far she hadn’t attacked again. It was just a matter of time.

Over the next few weeks, she stayed in her room but awake. She ate and slept and people went in and out to talk to her and she looked relaxed but I knew it was fake. Jarvis was watching her, in addition to trying to identify her, but I spent long hours at the surveillance screen, looking for any sign of threat. Then Tony decided it’d be a great idea to get her out into the Tower. You can imagine my reaction – a Hydra weapon, a potential Hydra agent, free to wander? But everyone was taken with her by now, thinking she just needed a hug and some friendship and she’d be saved. Steve and I had a stand up shouting match about it, with him pointing out that I was no different to her, and me responding that that meant I knew how much danger she was. Seemed like I was on my own. I was glad when she freaked out leaving the room, it gave us a bit more time, but it also surprised me. She looked vulnerable, not something I was used to with Hydra, and suddenly I started seeing the kid she was, superimposed on the threat.

When she made it up to Bruce’s lab and Jarvis let us know she was going to be evaluated, I ran straight up the stairs rather than wait for the elevator. I wanted to see what she could do, but I also wanted to be there as protection. When I got there she was already running and she kept going so long we all started to relax, eating popcorn and making bets. Eventually Bruce got her to stop and she wasn’t even breathing hard. Then Tony got Steve lifting weights alongside her and we all started to realise just how enhanced this frail little broken kid was. Funnily, seeing that strip of nothing kid lifting weights made me feel more protective than I had when she’d been sedated and no danger.

When Nat challenged her to fight, every instinct said this was a bad idea. Running and lifting was one thing, facing off against a real opponent was another. I let them fight for a bit, both as good as each other, then decided I’d join in. I wanted her to know that I was there to protect my friends. What I didn’t expect was that she’d decide to take on both of us. Or that she’d win. Within a short time, I could see the blood lust rising and I knew her Hydra training was taking over. Alarm bells were ringing because she was GOOD, and when she hit us with some kind of mind power and we ended up on the wall, I thought that was it. Then I saw her blink herself back to reality and consciously reject her training, although it must have taken a hell of a lot of willpower. Knowing Hydra, she had built-in reflexes that were giving her immense amounts of pain and punishment for refusing a kill, but she didn’t show it, just did the right thing despite the personal cost. She let us down, unhurt, and I realised that maybe, just maybe, she could be OK.

I waited and watched her while everyone left and realised she was on the verge of panic again. I didn’t sense danger from her, just fear, and realised she was incapable of moving, so overloaded with pain and confusion. I helped her back to her room where she sat and shut down, a tactic I was used to from Hydra overload. I waited with her and watched, and started to rethink my earlier doubts. This girl was powerful. Strong enough to kill all of us. But she seemed desperate not to and she’d overridden Hydra training. Maybe she could be saved. When she looked up, I told her to shower and went to collect food for her, knowing that she’d need to be ordered around and treated functionally for a while. To get upstairs and find out they knew who she was was a shock – and then hearing her story was even more of a shock. Now I definitely could see her as just a kid. A tortured broken kid, who needed a second chance. At least when they’d taken me, I was an adult. I’d chosen to be a soldier. She was just a teenager who had mind powers Hydra wanted.

When I told her her name, I could see hope flash in her eyes, that she could be more than a weapon. We left her to read the research herself, but I couldn’t help watching on the monitors. I saw her read and cross-check everything, looking up occasionally as if to test what she was reading against her memory but getting frustrated. Then she hit the images and suddenly I was calling to the others that she was having some kind of fit. I’d thought sedation might help and it was only when she told Bruce that she’d been locked in her head as every memory flooded back that we realised what we’d done. Just from the few memories I had of my time with Hydra, most of them being wiped away, I knew the torment she must be feeling. Six years of torture and grief. I hadn’t trusted her when she knew what she’d been through, but now that she remembered everything, I made it my mission to save her.

After that, I spent every moment I could with the kid. I wanted her to know that it was possible to get free of Hydra in your head, and to find a new life. I felt her watching me and sure, I enjoyed a bit of her hero worship over the next few weeks and months. I knew she trusted me and felt safe with me, despite our rocky start. She knew I understood but didn’t pity. When she decided to throw herself into her new mission of worldwide Hydra destruction, I had to ask the others to help. She couldn’t see that it was impractical, or dangerous, and she didn’t realise that she had to find more to her life than that. I spent more and more time with her and watched the humour start to come out, despite the fear. I liked her, a lot.

I’d thought I saw her as a little sister, right up until Nat got her dressed up and fancy for Steve’s ‘be a person’ plan. Heck, she was not a kid. I’d been so used to seeing the skinny and fearful, broken toothed and raggedy haired wretch that I hadn’t noticed she was gaining weight – and curves – her scars were fading and she was not a kid. She was beautiful. Sure she looked awkward and uncomfortable and ready to kill, but the fact she had no clue what she was like was endearing. I saw the others staring at her in surprise but she stuck by me. I kept my leg pressed against hers throughout dinner and felt hers shaking with nerves but gradually settling as she drank a fair bit of wine. When she fell asleep against me, I’d had a fair bit to drink too and it made me realise that I was in pretty deep now. I still felt protective, but the way I was feeling now was a long way from what a brother should feel.

[pocketfulofrogers]

Haunted Woman, Broken Lover Part 3

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve Rogers is usually a reasonable, ‘think first man’. Throw someone he cares for into the mix and that goes out the window. Now the world is left wondering what the hell Captain America has gotten himself into now. 

Notes: Part 3, no warnings. Idk I’m in the middle of moving and freaking out so have this.

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“I think that’s enough for today.” Steve’s voice isn’t what pulls you from an old memory, it’s his hand cradling yours. The soft warmth of his fingertips pressing into your palm. There’s concern in his eyes, a crease in his brow. He closes the file you had all but forgotten about and sighs. “Would you like to talk about where your head’s really at?”

There’s a joke you’re about to let slip, one that would certainly make him blush, but it feels cheap for the moment. “Do you ever wish things were different?” You find yourself asking instead.

Your question surprises him. “Different how?”

“Do you ever wish you weren’t what you are?”

“Do you?”

You’re quiet for a moment. “Sometimes.” You admit.

“Me too, I guess.” You’re shocked to hear him say. “Sometimes I wish someone else could take over. This isn’t really a life you survive.”

“I always thought of it as the sacrifice we make.”

He gives your hand a squeeze before pulling away. “Maybe.” He’s quiet for a long time, and you think you should just leave it at that. “What if we didn’t have to sacrifice anymore?”

You’re about to question him, ask what exactly that means when he makes an out of place joke, brushes off the whole conversation. 

Like him with you, you were trying to figure him out, pull back the layers the suit and name had given him and figure out who Steve Rogers really was.

Perhaps you had dug a little too deep.

**

Natasha finds you just outside the Trinità dei Monti church with a book you’re definitely not reading in your hands. It’s only for appearances as are the dark, round sunglasses and wig you don. Most of your attention is trained on the entrance of the Hassler Roma, awaiting the arrival of a man who uses his art gallery to hide the funding of terrorist attacks.

Quite cliché if you ask her

Tracking you had been the most eventful months of her year so far. She had tried to follow you through the bodies you left, but was always too late, just a step behind. She spent some time roaming Europe, then South America. Even did a week in Canada.

Then Steve had gone missing. Took an armored car and a duffle and never returned.

A tracker put the car just outside of Richmond in a field in Lorraine. The local SHIELD team reported it was intact, no signs of a struggle, but that only makes them more nervous. They tried to trace his footsteps, but lost track somewhere around Manchester.

Two hours later, Natasha was in Steve’s apartment going through everything she could find. She found a file with the name ‘Arthur Yates’ printed on the front in a locked cabinet hidden in a closet. The note you left smoothed out and paper clipped inside.

Her blood ran cold, fear stiffened her fingers and hung heavy on her shoulders. She cursed herself for not knowing, not guessing that of course Steve Rogers would take it upon himself to clear your name. The love sick fool.

Arthur Yates was a man few knew little about. What she did know came from stories you let slip after one too many drinks. You painted a picture of a powerful and obsessed man furious over the loss of his prized ‘creation’.  

One day she tried to ask you more about him and what you had called the ‘Institute’, you shut down, disappeared for a few days. 

Steve is the one who found you and brought you back.

She never asked again.

**

You recognize the soft footsteps behind you and groan. “Don’t tell me my Russian is dead.”

“It was a quick death.” Natasha quips.

“What a shame.” You sigh turning to her. “How’d you find me?”

“Tracked your hack, messy job even for you.”

You shrug your shoulders. “SHIELD had Yuri’s contacts on file.”

“Oh, cut the shit.” She bites.

You wince. “I don’t know where he is, Nat.”

She rolls her eyes. “You gave him coordinates. Did you really think he wouldn’t follow them?”

“They weren’t real! I only put Yates’ name on that stupid letter because I needed him to believe they were.” You pause to collect yourself and start again. “He’s a good man, Natasha. Everything you ever said he was and more. He never would have let me go easy.”

“So instead you left in the middle of the night. Why? Cause you started to get attached? Started to feel something real for once? It’s just a name Y/N! You are not some lifeless-“

“Do not pretend you know anything about me.” You hiss. “People who get close to me don’t just get hurt, they get killed. Yates was in DC. He was closing in. I sent Steve as far from the danger zone as I could.”

“Didn’t seem to work.”

The sudden rush of guilt causes you to look away. “He shouldn’t have been able to find anything credible. Yates covers his tracks better than I do.”

“Well he did.”

“Only because he wanted him too.”

That stops her cold, trickles ice down her spine. The thought of Steve at the mercy of a man like that was not something she had allowed herself to think about. But you? It tormented your nights and was the drive behind your days.

“Where is he.” She bites out, but doesn’t allow your response. “You can’t tell me the ‘all-seeing ghost’ hasn’t heard one thing about where Captain America is.”

You ignore her jab. “Did the Russian have a notebook on him? Would’ve been white with gold etchings, did you see it?” You press. She rolls her eyes again and you know there will be poison behind her next words, you don’t blame her. “Just tell me you know where he was staying, please.”

She tells you of a hotel three blocks east and ignore her when she questions your character, your loyalty. She’s scared, she needs an outlet. That’s why you don’t protest when she declares she’s coming with.

The walk is tense, you try to hold your tongue.

**

“Where did the name even come from?” Steve asks you.

You’re outside a crowded café in the city. High sun, blue sky, light breeze. It had taken him a solid hour to convince you to go with him. Something about fresh air. He said nothing of your disguise when you came out, not knowing why someone no one knew existed needed one, but worked up one of his own in order to show ‘solidarity’.

A local college shirt and a baseball cap worn low. The effort counted; you guess.

You had pointed out it didn’t do much to hide him, but he seemed convinced that, without the suit, it was all too easy to slip under the radar.

Still, you felt uncomfortable so out in the open. The bustling patrons, loud laughter. So many moving parts kept your eyes darting around behind your dark sunglasses. All it took though, was a single touch from him to pull you back.

This time he nudges your knee under the table with his.

You slip back into the conversation and shrug your shoulders. “Definitely not from me. Honestly, I’m not even that big of a fan of it.” He laughs at your admission.

“If you could choose, what would you go by.”

You take a moment to finish your cup while you think. “No name, just an agent.” He raises a brow. “I’ve always been solo; it’d be nice to be a part of something.”

His smile beams beneath that ridiculous cap and you wave down the waitress for refills.

**

It’s an easy building to get into. Low security, if any at all and old school locks that only take you seconds to open. You try to make a joke about missing simpler days to lighten the mood, but are only met with silence.

The door squeaks open, a testament to the lack of quality, and inside is… interesting. Gaudy red carpet and over stated gold accents. It’s tasteless and grimy and you dread having to search through his things.

Natasha stands in a corner with her arms crossed, silently seething and you’re about to reach your limit.

You find the notebook tucked under a loose floorboard and begin to flip through the pages, trailing your fingers down the margins.

“Is this really your priority right now? Your next target? Unbelievable. Steve is-“

You ball your fists, tilt your face up and close your eyes, trying to tune out her latest insults. “Do you really think so low of me?” You cut her off, voice low. “I get he’s family and you love him and he’s in danger. Alright, I get it. But if you keep coming at me like this, I’m going to kick you to the curb and go get him by myself.”

Your threat surprises her. “You’ve been tracking Yates?”

“No one can track him, but I can track those around him. Yuri had a meeting with him in Valencia two weeks ago. I almost had them both. They were communicating through a message board, coded of course, was hoping this guy wrote down the cipher.”

“Would he be stupid enough for that?”

You sigh, feeling defeated, but then your eyes catch something. “I thought so, but we’ll just have to settle for his login.” You dangle the book before her and roll your eyes when she comments she could’ve hacked that information.

**

You’re extremely good at what you do, as is Natasha, but one truth remains evident. Cracking a cipher you have no prior knowledge of because it doesn’t exist outside of one very small group of people, is difficult. The lack of privacy in this internet café doesn’t exactly help either of you.

You’re leaned over her shoulder, reading each post she pulls up. Something she only mentioned was irritating a few times.

Knowing you hadn’t purposefully led Steve into the arms of Satan himself, or that you did intend to save him, had only lessened her hurt a fraction. She still felt as if you had betrayed her somehow. At first, she understood why you had to leave, but you hadn’t returned after the dust had settled and that alone had left her reeling. She had let you in, a rare occurrence for the Black Widow.

An hour later, and perhaps Yuri hadn’t been as dense as you originally thought. Each message left was a different cipher from the last, making establishing a pattern almost impossible. Natasha had scribbled through three pieces of paper before you’re ready to tear your hair out.

Just as you’re about to call it quits, a new message pops up. Natasha groans, but you recognize it. You spent three weeks in a dark room helping develop it so long ago.

It starts with a poor attempt at pleasantries, vaguely detailed threats for taking out a partner, but the last line shakes you to your core.

“Come home before America’s soldier is no longer breathing.”

You keep your face emotionless, but know exactly what it means: trade your life for Steve’s. Give yourself up and submit so that he may have a chance of making it home alive. An exchange you are more than okay with.

The only problem was, Natasha would never allow you to do something as risky as this, something that could very well end in your death. She may be pissed at the moment, but you know with absolute certainty that she would knock you out and lock you in a cell if she had any idea you were even considering this.

So, the question is, how do you shake one of the greatest spies to ever exist?

“Look, we’re not going to figure this out staring at a screen all day. This is too complex for him to have not written it somewhere. Can you still access his body?”

Natasha scrunches her nose. “Yeah.”

“You get his phone and anything else that might be useful, I’ll turn the room and see if I can shake something loose, then we’ll regroup latter.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, selling your frustration. “There’s a printer here, right? This place is making me itch.”

**

Leaving Natasha with nothing more than a goodbye and an empty promise to see her soon, you flash her a smile, silently thank her for all the small slivers of happiness she had brought to your life. She returns it, mutters a small apology for her assumptions and a part of you aches.

You’re on a plane to North Carolina before she’s able to figure out you’ve tossed your burner and disappeared again, this time without a word.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain america #captain america x reader #steve rogers imagine #captain america imagine #natasha romanoff #marvel #mcu #avengers

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Others Like Me                                Chapter 14: The Tower

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“For what it’s worth, he’s genetically identical to our Barnes,” Bruce says.  “He doesn’t scar any more than ours does, but there is evidence on the scans that he’s had some of the same injuries as our Barnes.  And there’s also evidence that he’s been through something like what he describes with this Hydra.”

“Like what?” Clint asks.

“I haven’t spent much time on the arm itself, that’s Stark, but the way it’s attached?  It’s a nightmare. That thing’s gotta hurt every minute.  It looks like it’s been worked on, and it’s nice work.  But there are some ways he’s healed that are just the best his body could do.  It’s clear that it was originally attached very differently, crudely, with a lot of attention to making sure he could feel with the arm and hand, but almost no attention to the way the arm itself would feel to him.”

“Shit,” Natasha hisses.

They’re sitting around the large, oval table in the conference room, with the scans Bruce is describing hovering above the center.  Tony has called this meeting to decide what the hell they’re supposed to do with Bucky.  Marya is purposely not in the room, although she’s made it abundantly clear that she’s furious about that.  Tony ended up having to make her nonattendance a direct order and require her to agree, in the presence of Jarvis, that she would not listen in.  Now that they’d discovered her back door to the camera feed from the brig, it was the only way to ensure that she couldn’t sweet-talk or hack Jarvis into helping her again.

“It gets worse,” Bruce continues. “We all know the kinds of injuries Barnes has had. Lotta breaks, lotta organ damage, right?”

“I feel like I get stabbed more than is really fair, too,” Barnes muses.

“Well this guy, his scans make yours look pristine.  Even with super healing, his body shows the marks of a hell of a life.”

“What are you saying, Banner?”  Tony asks, scowling.

“I’m saying that his scans are telling the same story his mouth is. Everything physical we’ve looked at is consistent. Down to the permanent thickening of his skull where he says that ‘emptying’ machine attached. It looks just like Marya’s, only worse.  Much worse.”

“I don’t think Marya needs to know that,” Natasha notes.   Sam huffs disgustedly, but stays mute.

Tony lifts his chin from the hand it’s been resting on, two fingers splayed across his cheek in his characteristic ‘listening to things he doesn’t want to hear’ pose. “Anything else?”

“That’s about it.”

“Well, the arm’s interesting,” Tony says.  “It’s Stark tech, for the most part, but the materials and some of the features are pure Wakanda.  Shuri confirmed it.  T’Challa is outraged; he wants to disembowel whoever stole Wakandan secrets.”

Natasha sighs.  “T’Challa’s so hot when he talks about disembowelment.”

“You didn’t tell him about Bucky, did you?”  Sam asks.

Tony answers with a glare so disdainful only Tony Stark could achieve it.

Clint is squatting on his seat, as he always does, no matter how often Sam tries to explain to him how chairs work.  “What about the switch?”

All eyes turn back to Tony, who doesn’t answer for a moment.  Instead, he picks up the switch from the table in front of him and looks at it thoughtfully.  He’s clearly troubled.  

“Tony?”  Natasha prods.

“It’s a little different from Marya’s.  The design, the way it works, is the same.  It’s got a couple of upgrades I approve of.  But it’s a little crude.  Not as well-made as hers.”

Sam waves a hand toward the switch.  “Which is entirely consistent with Bucky having made it himself, using Stark’s design.  Just like he said.  Look, I’m ready to vote.  I believe the guy.”

“Just, slow your roll a minute,” Tony instructs him.  “Nat?  You’re the human lie detector, what do you think?”

“I got nothin’, Stark.  He’s consistent, he’s got no tells…  I have absolutely nothing that says he’s lying.”

“But…?”  Clint rolls his eyes.

“But this Hydra he says trained him.  They sound a lot like the Red Room.  I’m consistent and I don’t have any tells, either.”

“Which I keep telling her, is completely circular.  She can’t base not believing his story on the story itself. Either you believe it or you don’t.”

“Not true.  Legends are much more effective when there’s as much truth to them as possible.  This guy was trained by somebody.  He’s gotta know we���d spot that.  So he builds it into his legend and explains it away.”

Clint makes a disgusted sound.  

“Guess we know where you stand, huh, Clint?”  Sam asks hopefully.

“I don’t know.  What I know is that we’re fucked here.  There’s no way to prove or disprove his story, because according to Stark and Banner’s multiverse Theory, there’s a universe where this guy has all the same physical attributes, even though he’s not the Barnes from Marya’s universe.  In which case-“

“He comes from right here,” Tony snaps, cutting Clint off.  “He’s a spy.  Somebody’s trying to infiltrate the Avengers Initiative, and they know about Marya, so they built themselves a Barnes to get to us through her.”

“He’s a genetic duplicate, Tony,” Bruce argues.  “Nobody has cloning technology that can-“

Tony scoffs.  “Oh, so you’re Team Bucky now?”

“I’m Team Science.”

It goes on like that for quite a while, as lines begin to be drawn between those who believe Bucky is who he says he is – Sam and Bruce – and those who don’t – Natasha and Tony.  Clint wavers back and forth.  When Tony mentions that, it suddenly becomes clear to everyone that Barnes has said almost nothing throughout the meeting.

“Hey, Cap, you wanna-“

“Told you not to call me that,” Barnes snarls, low and menacing.

“Sorry,” Tony says quickly.  “You wanna weigh in here?  You got kind of a unique perspective, I’d say.”

“Maybe,” Barnes says quietly.  “But I got nothin’ to say right now.  I’m listenin’ to all of you, I’m weighin’ the evidence.  I’m not ready to vote.”

“This can’t go on forever, Barnes,” Natasha tells him.  “He’s a prisoner.”

“Ain’t like we got him in a gulag, Nat.  And he said himself he’s willing to be patient.”  Barnes looks up at the faces around the table.  “We gotta get this right.  Because I think we all know that if we decide he’s a threat, we can’t just let him go with a stern warning.”

That silences everyone for a few moments.  Some of them exchange troubled glances, others avoid eye contact.  Because they all know what Barnes is saying.  If Bucky’s a threat, he can’t be allowed to leave the Tower.  Not with all that he knows.  And their choices narrow down to two very unpleasant options.

Barnes gets up from the table.

“Where are you going?”  Tony asks, annoyed.

“I hate meetings.  You know that.  I’m going to the gym.  Think I’ll see if Bucky wants to spar.”  Something in his voice, and the look he gives Tony as he says it, is vaguely threatening. Whatever he has in mind, it’s not a simple workout.

“Now, this I gotta see,” Sam smiles.

“No,” Barnes says sharply.  “You don’t. Everybody stays the fuck out of the gym until I say different.  And Jarvis?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“You broadcast anything from in there and I promise you, I will do shit to your hard drive that’ll make you develop emotions just so you can cry. You feel me?”

“Understood, Captain.”

*****

In the gym, Bucky is standing in front of Barnes, leaning on a rack of hand weights, watching Barnes tape his hands.  He’s explained that he tapes his hands because he hates breaking his fingers, which used to happen all the time with Steve.  Barnes expects it’ll be the same with Bucky, because Barnes wants a full-on match.  Bucky hates broken fingers, too, but it never occurred to him to tape his hands.  He considers trying it, but in the end, he doesn’t bother. He’s got other things on his mind.

They’re both uncomfortable, but for very different reasons.

Barnes isn’t at all sure it’s smart to invite a prisoner, a potential spy and a man he knows is dangerous as all hell, to beat the crap out of him if he can.  He’s not even sure what he hopes to accomplish.  He wonders if this isn’t the biggest mistake he’s made yet as Captain America, and wishes for about the two millionth time today that Steve was here. Steve would advise asking Tony to suit up and stand guard.  Barnes is disgusted about twenty-seven ways by the fact that, if Steve were here, he would take that advice and mock Steve the whole time for being a grandma.  Because it would be good advice.  Barnes is in a world of hurt if Bucky goes off and he has no backup.  But he can’t make himself ask Tony to do it.  Shit, how much of his badass reputation is built on nothing more than bitching that he didn’t need Steve to protect him, while Steve took the heat and protected him anyway?

Bucky, for his part, is struggling to hide his internal chaos.  His fight-or-flight response is so powerful right now, it’s almost painful.  He can’t shake the persistent warning sparking through his entire body, screaming that this is a trap.  If Barnes was Hydra, it would have been.  Bucky knows full well what happens when you raise a hand to your captors.  It’s all well and good to crush a minion or two on occasion; Hydra had plenty of those.  Hydra brass actually thought it was kind of cute when the Asset did that.  But Barnes has authority here.  He is not a minion.  And if Bucky takes the bait and he’s wrong…  He stands glowering at the floor, deep lines etched in his face as he endures a waking nightmare as real as it was when it really happened.

“Hey!”  Barnes calls, sharp and loud.

Bucky’s head jerks up and he damn near responds in Russian.

“The fuck did you go?” Barnes asks, genuinely concerned.

But Bucky’s not about to acknowledge the flashback.  “I, uh… Nowhere.  Tryin’ to figure out what to call you, is all.  I ain’t callin’ you Jim.”

“Says the asshole who calls himself Bucky.”

Barnes’ grin is actually a little reassuring.  It probably shouldn’t be – God knows Bucky could invent some unspeakable tortures if he had a mind to, which means this guy is just as twisted - but it is.  

“Stick with Barnes. It’s what everyone uses, anyway.”

“Fuck you.  That’s my name.”

“Listen, you got clear title to Bucky, pal.  I ain’t goin’ near that.”  He stands up and motions for Bucky to follow him to the middle of the huge mat covering much of the floor of the gym.  

“So, this sparring, there any rules?”  Bucky asks, trying like hell to seem nonchalant.

“No killing.  No destroying the gym, unless you wanna listen to Stark whine.  That’s about it.”

Bucky is absolutely not reassured by that, but he doesn’t get the opportunity to spool up any tighter about it, because the next thing he knows, he’s on his ass on the mat. Barnes has swept his legs out from under him and is just beginning to reach for Bucky’s throat when Bucky’s instincts take over.  

Bucky expected Barnes to reach for his throat.  So before he has a chance to get hold of him, Bucky flips to his feet and takes advantage of Barnes’ position to land a left uppercut that sends Barnes flying at least ten feet backward.  Bucky rushes him, which Barnes somehow also expects.  Stunned but spinning quickly to avoid him, Barnes gets behind Bucky and uses his momentum to throw Bucky headlong into the padded wall several feet away. In two moves, they’ve covered over thirty feet.  Suddenly, the gym seems kind of small.  

Bucky springs away from the wall, circling to get himself some room.  Barnes circles, too, and the two grin at each other from identical defensive crouches.  

“No killing, don’t bust up the gym.  Those really the only two rules?”  Bucky asks.

“Why, you want to add some? Make sure I don’t shame you too bad?”

“Nope,” Bucky says, grinning evilly.  “Just checkin’.”  He crosses the distance between them in a blur of speed and grasps Barnes, ready to yeet him into the wall across the room.  But Barnes sees it coming and, instead, Bucky’s suddenly on his back with Barnes on top of him, scrambling to get control of his arms.  Before he can, Bucky gets a foot under his gut and heaves Barnes six feet in the air and double that backwards.  Barnes crashes into the opposite wall, and both of them spring back into their defensive stances.  

The next few minutes are a dizzying kaleidoscope of punches and kicks, interspersed with balletic leaps and a steadily increasing level of trash talk.  Barnes can already tell that Bucky is the best opponent he’s ever fought. And Bucky now understands that Barnes’s offer to spar had been legitimate.  Neither one of them knows when they start laughing, but it’s early in the fight.  

There’s a lot of punching, but less than you might think, because they’re just too good at predicting each other’s moves.  Kicking’s like that, too, but at least there, they each know a few moves the other doesn’t. Both of them get some good body throws in, especially when the other tries to attack, because that, too, is predictable.  The intended victim, anticipating it, can use the motion against the attacker.  That quickly becomes a little frustrating.  They have essentially the same moves.  They have the same instincts.  They see each other’s next strike coming too easily.  Which is why training and technique give way, and their sparring match devolves into a street brawl.

At some point, Barnes runs Bucky into the rack of hand weights, which goes over in a very loud, very heavy crash.  Something’s wrong with Bucky’s left arm after that.  It’s also Barnes who throws Bucky into a wall high enough that, as he scrabbles for purchase while he’s falling, Bucky pulls the padding down with him.  The custom wooden racks that hold balance balls, yoga mats, foam rolls, jump ropes, and other equipment collapse when Bucky sends Barnes flying into them, face first.  That’s also how Barnes’ nose gets broken.  

It’s Bucky who picks up the treadmill to use as a shield but, in his defense, Barnes was the one who threw a fifty-pound hand weight at him, and it would’ve hurt if it had hit him. They know that because it totally destroys the treadmill.  They’re both responsible for the destruction of the weight bench, which was not meant for two supersoldiers to land on it simultaneously at full force, arms locked around each other’s necks.  But they never do agree whose fault it is that Barnes’s metal arm goes through one of the floor-to-ceiling windows, shattering it.  

So yeah, they only keep the no-killing rule.  By the time Barnes gives Jarvis the all-clear to unlock the doors, Tony’s gym is in ruins. Neither of the combatants had expected every single member of the team to come pouring into the room as soon as the locks released, but that’s only because they didn’t realize that the resounding thuds and crashes of their antics could be felt four floors in either direction.

The team slows, then creeps toward them, gaping at the carnage and peering amongst the debris to determine whether either of them has survived.  There’s blood in several places on the fourteen-foot high ceiling, and some of it is in the shape of bodies.  There’s wind whistling through the hole in the window, and it’s swaying the few light fixtures that survived, most of which are broken, including the one with a bloody jump rope wrapped around it.  The wall padding and the mat on the floor are torn beyond repair, which is fine because those bloodstains aren’t coming out, anyway.  The stuffing from inside the mats is everywhere.  Tony whimpers as he takes in the devastation.

Bucky’s laid out across the wreck of a machine the whole team uses to do exercises against hydraulic resistance, and Barnes is under what’s left of a rowing machine, somehow tangled up in the plastic scraps of what used to be an exercise ball.  They’re both bloody and bruised, each with a few broken bones that they know about.  Later, when Bruce insists on full body scans, they’ll discover Barnes also has a cracked femur.  They’re sweaty and exhausted, and their identical smiles are gleeful, if bloody, as they gasp for breath.  

“This is why we can’t have nice things,” Tony moans.  

Both Barnes and Bucky cackle maniacally, before Bucky coughs wetly and groans.

“Bucky,” Bruce says tentatively, like he’s talking to a spooked animal.  “That red under you, is that blood, or another burst exercise ball?”

Bucky groans again, before answering thickly, “Prob’ly blood.  Don’t tell Barnes, but I got one of these bars through my chest.”

Bruce and Marya rush to him while Barnes begins laughing hysterically.  “You got stabbed by that thing?  What a pussy!”

“Yeah, you might wanna reserve judgment, there, Captain Oblivious,” Clint drawls, indicating Barnes’s leg.  

Barnes looks down to see that one of the oarlocks of the rowing machine has been broken from its mounting and is embedded in the meat of his left thigh.  “Dammit!”  He shrieks.

Now it’s Bucky laughing hysterically.

 Bruce, perhaps a little affected by the depth of Tony’s enraged despair at the state of his gym, is uncharacteristically autocratic about medical care for both Barnes and Bucky.  He gives them no options, but orders the rest of the team to help him strap them both to gurneys and haul them to the medical floor.

Over time, Marya’s learned to live with her terror of anything medical, developed as a result of her time as Hydra’s expendable soldier, slave, and experimental subject.  One of the ways Bruce has helped her do that is to teach her to assist him.  She’s gotten to the point where she doesn’t mind providing medical care, although she still dreads and resists receiving it.  When they reach the large trauma room on the medical floor, Bruce begins to bark instructions to her.

Barnes tries to object. “Not happening, Banner.  Get Sam to help you.  I don’t want Marya in here with him.”

Seeing Marya look to Bruce, Barnes cries, “Don’t look at him.  You don’t answer to him, you answer to me.”

“Not in here, she doesn’t,” Bruce says mildly.  “Marya, get an IV started, too.”

Barnes argues and threatens for a while, as Bruce and Marya ignore him.  Bruce conducts scans while Marya assesses wounds and administers first aid.  

“This is insubordination,” Barnes mutters grumpily as she cuts off his shorts to get to the large wound the broken oarlock has made in his thigh.

“I know, Captain,” she coos sympathetically.  “You’ll feel better once the morphine starts to work.”  

Bucky watches her hungrily. He’s in significant pain, but he’s long ago learned how to ignore that.  He waits impatiently while she cleans and bandages Barnes’s leg, wanting her to come back and stand next to him, to touch him again.  He’s drowsy from the pain medication Bruce has given him, and unaware of the goofy, dreamy smile on his face as he follows Marya with his eyes.

Barnes sees it, though, and scowls.  He only relaxes when Bucky’s eyes drift closed as the morphine takes a hold of him.

“I don’t know if you are my Sergeant, but you are definitely James Barnes,” Marya scolds Bucky as she cuts his shirt from his body, jolting him back to consciousness.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”  Barnes asks from the other exam table.

“Nothing complimentary,” Marya mutters.

Bucky grins at her.  “It’s worth it, getting my ass kicked, to get to see you.”

“So you admit I kicked your ass!”  Barnes shouts.

“Shut up and quit moving,” Bruce rebukes him.  “You’re blurring my scans.”

Marya’s hands are firm and sure as she begins to clean and examine the stab wound in Bucky’s chest.  He likes the practiced way she goes about her work, and the adorable wrinkles between her eyebrows as she concentrates.  

“I need something to call you,” she says, glancing up from her work to look into his eyes.  “I will not call you Sergeant, so I suppose I’ll have to call you Bucky.”

“But you said-“

“I said that I could not call the Zimniy Soldat Bucky. But I don’t know that you are the Zimniy Soldat.”

“That makes a weird kind of sense.”

“One of us should have some.  The two of you clearly don’t.”

Bucky’s grin widens and he feels a bloom of warmth in his chest that has nothing to do with the hole in his flesh and everything to do with the fondly exasperated look she’s giving him.  

“This chest wound is going to take a few layers of stitching,” Marya tells Bruce over her shoulder.  “I’ll get everything ready for you.”

“Don’t knock me out, though,” Bucky pleads.  “If this is the only time they’ll let me see you, I want to be awake.”

“Knock him the hell out,” Barnes growls.  

Unfortunately for Bucky, Bruce insists on sedating him as he repairs the stab wound.  Although Bucky will heal even without it, this universe’s Bruce is just as stubborn about proper medical care as the one from Bucky’s universe. Which means his time with Marya is cut disappointingly short.

*****

Bruce requires both Barnes and Bucky to remain on the medical floor overnight.  Once their injuries are treated and they’re stable, Bruce puts them both in one large room.  Since there are six private rooms on the floor, everyone is perfectly aware that making them share is punishment for their reckless stupidity in injuring each other and destroying the gym.  Both Barneses realize, too late, that they should have hidden the fact that it had been so much fun.    

Tony backs Barnes in requiring that Marya leave the medical floor now that the regular medical staff have arrived. Bucky’s disappointed, but not surprised.

As evening falls, there’s really nothing to do while they heal except talk.  The longer the groggy, intermittent conversation goes, the clearer it is to Bucky that something’s changed between them.  Barnes is willing to be much more open with him than any of them have been thus far. He would attribute some of that to morphine, except that he knows how good he, himself, is at keeping his mouth shut, even when under the influence of something.  

“It’s not getting better.  We’re basically putting out fires,” Barnes was saying.  “They call themselves the Ten Rings. Run by some shithead calls himself The Mandarin. Slippery fucker.  Absolutely ruthless.  Nat almost caught up with him once, but he ghosted.  Haven’t gotten close since.”

“That sucks.”

Barnes’s face went hard.  “Doesn’t matter.  Because if it’s the last thing I do, I gotta take them down.  Especially that Mandarin motherfucker.”  Barnes hisses, “He’s the one who killed Steve.”

Bucky can see that Barnes’s rage is never far below the surface.  “What, exactly, happened?”

“Ask someone else, man,” Barnes sighs.  “I don’t wanna talk about that.”

“Yeah.  I get it.”

There’s a lull then, the air thick with memories as cherished as they are excruciating.  After a while, Barnes practically whispers, “We were married, anyone tell you that?”

“Fuck!  No.”

“Yeah.  Dumbass finally says yes, then he gets himself killed.”

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah.”

They go quiet again, the ghost of Steve Rogers palpable between them as they both remember, and ache.  It’s a therapeutic, in a way, just sitting here, grieving together the man they’ve both loved since they knew what love was.  The man they both still love with a savage, tormented violence.  Different though the circumstances were, they can each still fully understand the other’s grief at losing him.  They’re not talkers.  They don’t want, need, or even know how to speak their sorrow.  But as they lie there, lost for the moment in pain, they somehow realize that in this bizarre situation, there’s also absolutely no need.  To tell each other how they feel would be redundant.

An hour goes by in total silence.  Barnes is the first to break it, and it’s clear his thoughts have returned to the Ten Rings threat.  “Thing is, without Steve, we got even less chance than we had before, and we were already fucked.  They get bolder every damn time.”

Bucky catches the thread immediately.  “Yeah, I noticed there are a lot of terrorist attacks here. Lot more than in my universe.”  

“Yeah?”

“By maybe a factor of ten.  First thing I saw when I crash-landed here was that blown-out resort in Singapore.”

“Yeah, that was them.  The Ten Rings.  They wanted to disrupt Singapore’s economy.”

“Seems to have worked, if the exchange rate is any indication.”

“Oh, it worked, all right.  Bastards.”

“I wish I could help you.  I was jealous as hell when you guys flew off on your mission.  Haven’t felt that in a while.”

“What, you lose interest in fighting?  After Steve?”

“Lost interest in livin’, pal.  Sorry to be so blunt.”

“Nah.  Don’t apologize.  If I didn’t have those morons upstairs...  I wouldn’t have gotten through this last year without them.  Didn’t want to.  They dragged me back to life, kicking and screaming.  I don’t know how you did it without them.”

There was no shred of doubt or pretense in Barnes’s voice, and he was looking at Bucky as he said it.  Bucky’s eyes flew open and he turned to Barnes.  “You believe me.”

Barnes frowned and hesitated before saying, “I believe that you’re another me somehow. That multiverse thing’s as good a reason as any, I guess.  And Stark says it’s theoretically possible.  I believe you’re telling the truth about what you’ve been through.  Do I believe you’re the me that Marya knew?  I don’t know.  I just… I don’t know.  And that’s the thing.  She’s such a part of things here, I can’t take the risk that you’re not.  I know what she’s capable of.  I know how she feels about her Sergeant, and I also know there’s nothing she won’t do for someone she’s loyal to.”

Bucky grinned.  “Not to mention how polite and respectful of authority she is, all the while she’s disobeying your direct orders behind your back.”

“And she’s so fucking sweet about it you can’t stand to discipline her.”

“Even when she tells you to your face she’d do it again.”

Barnes and Bucky shake their heads, identical fond smiles on their faces as they roll their eyes in unison.

“That’s one of the reasons Stark leads the team, you know.  Some people think that role should go with the shield.  I don’t.  It should go to the one most capable, and Stark’s been here since the beginning.  That’s the main reason, but…  Not gonna lie, Marya’s another.  He can say no to her, enforce consequences when she steps out of line. Me, I just …”  Barnes huffs a laugh and shrugs helplessly.

And that’s when Bucky realizes that Barnes is in love with Marya.

#The Avengers #Captain America #The Winter Soldier #Bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson #Clint Barton #Bruce Banner #Natasha Romanoff #Tony Stark #Sebastian Stan

[buckyssoul]

Desperate Times

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Rating: Mature

Warnings: cursing (using the lord’s name in vain), semi-graphic depictions of violence/ killing. the rest is just fluffy fun.

Summary: You’re a highly trained SHIELD agent recruited to the Avengers for your excellent fighting and computer hacking skills. You are needed on a mission due to the Black Widow being unavailable. Being partnered up with Bucky for the mission could be distracting for the both of you since you’re constantly dancing on that line between friendship and flirting.

A/N: Alright y’all. Ya bitch is back with a one shot for @wintersoldierswhore’s 1k challenge. Congrats on the milestone Selene!! You deserve every single follower and so much more 💗

Also, this is my first writing challenge, so please be kind. Constructive criticism is always welcomed. Lastly, shout out to @lokissoul and @holy-captain for beta’ing for me, tysm babes.

~ ~ ~ with italics in between represents one of the reader’s memories~ ~ ~

Prompt: “I can’t believe you just killed someone with that.”

“Desperate times call for desperate weapons, sweetheart.”

You are dressed in your stealth uniform on your way to the quinjet hangar to leave for the data extraction mission you were called in to help with since Natasha is off on another assignment with Steve. On your way up to the hangar the elevator stops on Bucky’s floor for him to get on.

“Hey Buck” you greeted him with a warm smile. Bucky was one of your best friends in the tower, aside from Nat and Steve whom you were friends with by means of them training you mostly. Bucky and you became friends over the few months after you’d been recruited due to your frequent run-ins down at the gym. You were kind of an insomniac and would go down to the training room late at night to tire yourself out. You’d often find Bucky already in there trying to punch away the memories haunting his nightmares.

“Hey Doll” He smiles back at you with that beautiful mega-watt smile. “You ready to go whoop some hydra ass?” He asks as he slings his right arm over your shoulder.

“Oh, I was born ready” you say leaning into his welcoming half hug. “The real question is, are you ready, old man?” you ask nudging his ribs with your elbow a little and looking up at him with a teasing smirk.

“Let’s not forget, this old man can still kick your ass” he chuckles while putting you into a playful headlock. The elevator comes to a stop at the hangar and you and Bucky exit the lift laughing at one another. You two were always laughing when you were together.

Steve was so glad you and Bucky ended up getting along, he knew that your carefree personality and witty sense of humor would be good for his best friend. Steve and Nat were often discussing ways to get the two of you together. When Nat confronted you about it you had to be truthful, you knew she’d figure it out eventually anyways.

~ ~ ~

“Hey Y/N, do you ever feel like you and Barnes might like each other a little more than best friends should?” she cornered you in the locker room one day after one of your training sessions.

“Uh, I don’t know Nat. I mean, I love being around him and c’mon, the man is stunning.” You sighed and ran your hand through your hair as you thought about the best way to answer her question. “But I don’t know if a relationship is really something Bucky is looking for right now. And until he is, I am perfectly content with being one of his close friends. Hell, he might not even be interested in me like that. But if he was, I surely wouldn’t turn him down.” You finished, giving her a small smirk.

Natasha shook her head in disbelief, “Oh get a grip Y/N, there is no way he’s not interested in you like that. Steve has even said he’s never seen Bucky smile as brightly nor as often as he does when he’s around you.” She pushed your shoulder playfully.

You couldn’t help the giant grin that spread across your face and the light dusting of pink that warmed your cheeks, “I guess we’ll see Nat” you shrugged, “I guess we’ll see.” You repeated a little quieter the second time, talking more to yourself than to the red head.

~ ~ ~

You, Bucky, Sam, Wanda, Tony and Bruce were all on the quinjet heading to a hydra base that was a few hours away. The mission was to go in, get to the data center, download all their files, then plant a virus that would cause the building to self-destruct. It would give you guys three minutes to get out and away from the building before detonating. You and Bucky were paired up because his knowledge of the facility would get you to the data center the fastest, so you had as much time as possible to extract the information and plant the virus. Sam and Wanda were going in basically as your and Bucky’s back up to keep the hydra goons off your tails. Tony’s mission was to plant all the explosives for complete demolition of the base. Bruce was there to hang out on the quinjet as back up in case shit went sideways.

Things were going smoothly in the beginning, until hydra realized Sam and Wanda were kind of there as a distraction. They sent just enough agents to keep the two of them busy then sent all the big guns after you and Bucky. It seemed like every time you guys took out a wave of agents and made a little bit of headway, they sent another unit after the two of you.

“Jesus Fuck!” you shouted as a bullet clipped your left shoulder. You immediately aimed at the offending agent’s head and shot him directly between the eyes. “How many of these assholes are there!?” you shouted into the coms as you took out two more guys.

“This is way more than we thought there were supposed to be” Sam grunted sounding out of breath.

“Shit doll, are you okay?!” Bucky came to you after taking down the last agent of the most recent unit sent to kill you two.

“Ah, fuck me” you grabbed at your arm, it was bleeding more than you realized.

“Uh, now doesn’t really seem like the most appropriate time to proposition Barnes like that, Y/N.” Tony chuckled.

“Oh, go fuck yourself, Tony” you jabbed back with no real malice in your tone, this was a normal interaction between you and the sarcastic billionaire.

“Barnes gets an invitation and I have to go take care of myself? That’s cold, sugar.” He replied with fake sadness in his voice.

“Eat shit Stark!” you replied with a pained laugh as you continue clutching your wound.

“Guys, focus please” Bruce cuts in, effectively ending the conversation.

“Here baby, let me wrap that up” Bucky says gently as he unzips your suit and tears off a piece of your undershirt to tie around your upper arm. You can’t stop the goosebumps that prickle up on your skin where the knuckles of his flesh hand brush your hip bone. You look away from him and let out a shaky breath, hoping he didn’t notice the shiver that ran down your spine at the pet name. He’s used it on you before, but this situation feels a little more intimate than any of the others before.

You begin zipping your suit back up while he ties off your arm “Thanks Bucky,” you say too softly for the coms to pick up and give him a genuine smile. His eyes drop to your lips for a split second, almost too quick for you to notice. You reach up and brush his cheek bone with your right hand, even if it is covered in dried blood, his skin is soft under the pad of your thumb. You lean in and kiss his cheek lightly “Seriously, thank you.” You smile at him again; your faces are still inches apart. You pull away and grab his left hand with your right, “come on Nurse Bucky. We gotta get moving.” He follows behind you with an unfaltering smile on his face but says nothing.

You two were headed down the hallway directly towards the door of the bases data center when you were ambushed by 15 hydra agents at once. You were running really low on ammo and Bucky was completely out in five of the six guns he had on him. You were able to take out four guys, despite the burning pain in your left arm, before your guns clicked empty. You grabbed your knife from your thigh holster; taking the goons on in hand to hand combat. Bucky was able to take out seven agents before his last gun ran out of bullets and he had to pull out his knife as well. You took out one of the remaining men with a quick slash to the throat and jab to the abdomen. Then rushed over to where Bucky was taking on the other three guys at once. You caught one of them in the temple with the end of your blade, dropping him instantly and Bucky had no problems taking out the other two.

“Is your arm okay?” He asked grasping your arm softly.

“No. It hurts like a bitch, Buck” you exhaled heavily. “But we still have shit to get done, so let’s go finish this.” You sigh heading towards the data center door.

You weren’t expecting the agent hiding behind the desks when you walked in, you took your knife and tomahawked it at him sinking your blade directly into his throat, he fell to the floor gurgling. You hopped over the desk and inserted your flash drive into the main computer. You started hacking into their data mainframe while Bucky kept watch of the door. You were about halfway done downloading files when someone busted through the large window on the far side of the room. The massive man dressed head to toe in black charged directly at Bucky.

“BUCKY!” you shouted but the man had already tackled him to the ground and punched him hard in the face. Bucky was dazed for a second. This man had to be at least a little enhanced to take Bucky down like that.

You sprinted around the computer desks and jumped on the man’s back to get him off of Bucky. He stood without a struggle from your added weight, you wrapped around him with your arms and legs like a sloth. You reached for your knife only to grasp the empty holster; your blade was still lodged in the dead agent’s neck. Fuck! You cursed yourself. You had to think fast because the goliath man swung his fist back barely missing your face. You took one arm from around the man’s neck and pulled out one of the extra-long bobby pins that was holding part of your hair back. You flipped it around and used the more pointed end to jam into the front of the guys throat then you dropped your legs and pulled the metal piece back towards his right shoulder effectively ripping out the side of his throat. You pushed his body away from you as he fell to the floor with a loud thud.

“Holy shit doll!” Bucky exhaled in disbelief. “I can’t believe you just killed someone with that.” He said gesturing toward the large bobby-pin that was still sticking out of the side of the dude’s neck.

“Desperate times call for desperate weapons, sweetheart.” You replied exasperatedly as you began walking back around to the computer you were on before, getting back to work on the data extraction.

“Are you two okay in there?” You heard Sam’s voice come over the coms.

“Yeah I think so” Bucky replied then looked to you and you gave him a nod “Yup, we’re okay. A little beat up and bloody but still alive.” He finished.

“Okay good we are on our way to you guys” Wanda replied.

“All the explosives are in place.” Tony’s voice cuts in not long after Wanda’s.

“Okay, I’m nearly finished downloading then I can plant the virus.” You replied directly.

About three minutes later Sam and Wanda show up breathing a little heavy and looking a bit roughed up themselves. Sam’s eyes immediately fall on the giant guy laying in a pool of blood. “Holy hell. What is sticking out of big foot’s neck?” He leans in to look closer at him.

“Looks like a large bobby-pin” Wanda responds, her voice up turning at the end, almost sounding like a question.

They both look up at Bucky and he points directly at you, “Don’t look at me, that was all Y/N.” His eyes are just as wide as theirs because, quite frankly, he was still a little bit shocked himself.

Your head pops up at the sound of your name, you see all three of them staring at you. “What?” you ask in a neutral tone. “Anything can be a weapon if you try hard enough.” You shrug and go back to finishing your job.

“Where have you been all my life, Doll.” Bucky chuckles and shakes his head at you. You just smile and wink at him.

You finished the data extraction, finally, and it only takes you a few seconds to plant the virus. “Alright guys, all done let’s go.” You inform them as you grab the flash drive and hop back over the desk.

You guys make it out with zero complications. Probably because you killed most of the building’s inhabitants already. You make it to the jet with ample time. Sam takes the quinjet up and away enough that the blast wont harm any of you. Once you see that the detonation was a success Sam takes off; heading back towards the tower.

“Y/N, you’ve gotta let me take a look at that arm.” Bruce says coming up to you with a first aid kit.

“It just grazed me Bruce” you reply, “I’ll be okay until we get back.” You smile up at him from your seat.

“I’m sure you will, but humor me” He smiles back. You roll your eyes but are still smiling as you offer your wounded arm to him. He gets to work cleaning you up as lean your head back on the headrest of your seat.

You don’t remember falling asleep, but you wake up to Bucky nudging your right leg. “Hey doll,” He whispers as he taps your leg, “Y/N. baby, you need to wake up.” He nudges you again.

“hhm?” You groan, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Oh shit” you look around and see everyone else is already off the jet. You get up and stretch, momentarily forgetting about the stitches Bruce put in your left arm and wincing as pain shoots through your entire left side.

“Careful doll,” Bucky chastises lightly “Don’t need you tearing your shit open.” He chuckles taking your right hand in his left and tugging your sluggish body out of the quinjet hangar. He takes you to your room and helps you inside.

“Thanks Buck.” You give him a tired sleepy smile.

“I should be thanking you” He replies softly, still holding your hand. “Thank you for having my back in there. You are such a fierce and amazing woman.” He smiles bringing his flesh hand up to your jaw and caressing your cheek bone with his thumb. You look into his gorgeous baby blues trying to get a read on where this situation is going. His gaze drops to your lips for more than a couple of seconds and you notice he has his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Oh, so that’s where this is going. You lean up on your tip-toes and close the distance between you. He goes still for a second then relaxes as your hands travel up his chest to card through the hair at the base of his neck. His metal hand falls to your waist and pulls you closer to him. He groans as your tongue swipes at his bottom lip, he doesn’t hesitate to grant you entry into his warm waiting mouth. Bucky starts to lead you towards your bathroom without breaking the kiss. You get about halfway there when you pull back.

You’re both breathing kind of heavy but he manages to speak up. “Jesus,” he takes a deep breath, “you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” He smiles and shakes his head not believing he is finally getting his chance with you.

“I think I might understand a little bit” you smile up at him. His eyes search yours for any hint of a doubt, but he sees nothing but sincerity and love in your gorgeous Y/E/C orbs. He leans down and captures your lips in a soft sweet kiss. He pulls back and smiles adoringly at you.

“I have an idea” you smile mischievously at him.

“Please enlighten me” he laughs lightly, because he knows that look on your face means something sneaky.

“How about, you go run us a bath in that big luxurious tub Steve had installed on your guys’ floor while I run this flash drive to Tony’s lab?” You say taking the drive out of your pocket.

“Oh God” he groans, eyes rolling back in his head “I swear, you are the woman of my dreams, doll.” he finishes as he pulls you in for another short kiss.

“and you’re the man of mine, James Buchanan Barnes.” You cup his cheeks in your hands and pull him down for one more needy kiss before you head for your door. “Now let’s get a move on soldier! I hear a large fancy bathtub calling my name.” You smirk as he follows you out of your room.

#selene’s 1k challenge #writing challenge #writing prompt #this is my first writing challenge so im sorry if this blows #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky fanfiction #bucky fic #avenger!reader #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #aka a literal angel #my writing #rae writes marvel #selene's1Kchallenge #user:raegan

[kanerboo]

a love letter to the marvel ladies

i just watched endgame for the second time and, just like the first time, i came away from the cinema utterly in love with all the marvel ladies, so much so that i just had to write this post and get the thoughts off my chest.

lots of endgame spoilers in here - if you do not want to be spoiled, do not click into the cut!

hope: she may not have had a big role, but what matters is that she was there in the end, battling for the fate of earth, fighting alongside scott. when scott needed to get to his van, she was by his side in a flash, and when they shrunk to get through the battlefield, she took his hand, SHE led the way through the battle to their van. i remember in iron man 1 pepper said to tony “you couldn’t tie your shoelaces without me” and you know what, that’s kinda how i feel about scott and hope too. (i love them dflkjfdlf)

mantis: she didn’t have a big role either, but reminder that she and she alone held thanos still with her powers in infinity war, buying the others almost enough time to get the gauntlet off him. she doesn’t SEEM like she does much, maybe, but she’s proven she can put a celestial and a titan wielding the power of the infinity stones to sleep. i wish she had had a bigger part in endgame, but it’s okay - i get the constraints of combining so many characters into one battle, and like i said, she’s already proven herself.

okoye: fhdjlkdf i love her so much, such an amazing brave fighter, the best lieutenant anyone could ever ask for, loyal to her country and her king, willing to throw down and kill the man she was in love with to protect her country. she was right there by t’challa in the final battle, hacking down thanos’ armies like they were paper, and you wouldn’t expect her to be anywhere else. 

shuri: shuri is a thinker, not a fighter. but she fought for her country against killmonger, she did her best to help and save vision in the battle of wakanda, she returned from dust to fight in the final battle against thanos alongside her brother, with her vibranium weapons of her own design. pure genius and pure bravery in one sassy package.

natasha: thinking about nat fucking hurts my heart, oh my god. for five years she was working her ass off, on high alert constantly for any threats to earth, real or imagined. she was so tired and she just kept going, because this was all that was even keeping her going. she didn’t have to sacrifice herself because clint was going to, he was so determined he should be the one to do it, but she did it anyway, because she recognised clint had a family to go back to. she did too -  she had her found family - except she wanted to do this for them, to bring those of her family who weren’t there anymore back, to ensure that clint’s family wouldn’t have to come back and live without him. the avengers would never have gotten the soul stone, never have carried out their plan without her sacrifice. and while on one hand i recognise that fact, i’m also fucking torn up about it. nat deserved so much better than that death on an alien planet. she should have come home.

gamora: i love gamora - she’s so kickass and so badass, all of the time. thanos trained her to become the deadliest woman in the galaxy, and she not only lived up to her name but had a hand in bringing him down. her death scene in infinity war was just as hard for me to watch as nat’s was. now i just want her to be found and reunited with the guardians in gotg3, back with her family and her sister.

nebula: i am honestly so, so glad they gave nebula the redemptive arc that they did, because damn, she more than redeemed herself in this. she’s been tortured and broken and taken apart so many times, she’s been through so much pain and fear, and she found it in herself to break free from thanos’ control and her need to please him all the time, to do something good and to save the universe. she helped tony and kept him alive as long as she could when they were adrift in space, she led the avengers to the garden to confront thanos, and she killed her own past self, both literally and figuratively, to save the world.

valkyrie: i fucking love valkyrie so much oh my god she’s so sassy and so badass and so strong. when she appeared on her winged horse aragorn at the head of the battle charge i literally squealed. i also looooved the moment when she flew right up to a chitauri leviathan and tore through its entire flank with dragonfang. my girl brought down a leviathan all on her own and i am PROUD. the true queen of asgard.

pepper: like shuri, pepper is not a fighter. and like she says herself, “trying to get tony to stop has been one of the greatest failures of her life”. but when it came down to it, she encouraged tony to do what he had to - help the avengers with the time heist. she knew what was at stake - she knew tony could die, she knew he might lose her and/or morgan if things went wrong, but she let him do the right thing over the selfish thing. and she was right there at the final battle in the rescue suit, knowing full well that if anything happened to both tony and her, morgan would be orphaned - but she was fighting to save the universe for her daughter. pepper always knew what the important things were. and at the end, she made sure to tell tony that it was okay, that he could rest, that she and morgan would be fine. and then she was left to raise morgan on her own, but by god, i bet she did a fine ass job.

carol: I ADORE HER she makes me drool with how incredibly strong she is. her first scene in endgame literally has her carrying tony’s ship, on her back, through deep space and back to earth. when she reappears for the final battle she rips through thanos’ entire ship and destroys it like nothing. she held thanos back and prevents him from using the gauntlet when thor himself couldn’t do it with both mjolnir and stormbreaker, and she did that with a smirk on her face. I LOVE HER.

wanda: MY GIRL WANDA IS STRONG AF, holy shit. i’ve always thought her power was linked to the reality stone in some way, given the whole ~colour of it and the fact that she can warp reality and also how damn strong she is - but legit she’s as powerful as an infinity stone. when she looks up at thanos with her eyes glowing red and then proceeds to almost tear him apart - that was one of the best scenes for me. i have no doubt she could and would have killed him singlehandedly, if he hadn’t ordered his armies to rain fire. that in itself is a testament to the strength of her powers - thanos literally had to sacrifice his own troops and shoot upon them just to free himself from her. 

also that unforgettable scene where peter is clutching the gauntlet, watching the armies of thanos charging towards him, and all the ladies line up in front of him to protect him - i may have squealed out loud in the cinema. i’m not even ashamed. THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR. WE STAN STRONG WOMEN. 

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[theravenclawlover]

Monster

Parings: James “Bucky” Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: +18 Mentions of torture, mature language, future smut, mentions of death, slight depression, mentions of kidnapping.  

Word Count: 3,162.

Summary: You are one of the youngest members of the Avengers, and you love it. Out of the blue an impossible mission is assigned to you alongside Natasha Romanoff, and it was sure to change your life. Lies, and betrayal from the closest people in your life; they never told you who you really were.

Chapter Number: 4.

Chapter Tittle: Hi, my name is ...

A/N: Another update?! Yes! This one is one of my favorite chapters because there is so much the reader learns about herself (sorry, reader is a girl...pretty sure that was already established...Nevertheless, this one took me ages to get right, even back in the day. I hope you guys are liking this story so far, because I know I’m enjoying re-writing it. Please let me know your thoughts, they are much appreciated! 

You barely slept that night; you couldn't stop thinking about what you had found out. You had so many questions, you didn’t know who you were anymore, your past now seemed blurry, the trust towards Natasha, Clint, and even Fury was slowly leaving your body. You felt hurt that they were involved in this whole mess that was your identity. They knew much more to what they had led you on, according to those reports you were HYDRA, and a dead ‘traitor’ was your father. That’s all you knew: you were the spawn of a S.H.I.E.L.D traitor.  

It was around 8:30AM, and you knew that Natasha and Clint were awake now, and so was everyone in the tower for that matter. Almost reluctantly, you got ready to face Natasha and Clint first, you needed answers and you had run out of patience. You were putting your pants when FRIDAY’s voice scared you, making you stumble a little. "Miss L/n, Director Fury has required a last-minute meeting, and it is about to start. He wants you and the rest of the team too.”

Great timing, you thought. "Okay. Thanks, FRIDAY," you replied. You were going to get your answers rather sooner that you’d thought, and that thought alone had you shaking a bit.

Once ready, you made your way to the conference room. The whole team was already there, apparently you were the last one to get there. With folder in hand you made your way towards the end of the table. Every meeting Natasha, Clint, and you sat together but you didn’t feel like being close to them, you know it was a petty move, but you did not care. Unbeknown to you, your mood had been noticed by everyone and the fact you were distancing yourself from everyone, especially Natasha and Clint, did strike them as weird.  

"So, Director, what is this about?" Bruce was the first to speak, sensing the tension in the room, but not commenting about it.

"Someone hacked S.H.I.E.L.D’s database last night, and that a person unlocked every rank possible of security we had," said Fury with his usual deep voice tainted with anger.

Crap. You went pale for a second at his words, how did they know the system was hacked? There’s no way they could- oh… That’s when you remembered, you had helped them create a detector that when someone tried to hack the database, they wouldn’t know it and even if they try covering up, S.H.I.E.L.D would know. They would also know from where they hacked.

"Do we know who hacked the database? I'm guessing that you think it was me? Just so you know, it wasn’t me. I haven't hacked S.H.I.E.L.D in months," said Tony who sounded offended but amused at the same time, and the grin on his face let that be known.  

"We know it wasn’t you, Stark. This is a more serious problem, an agent or someone with the access of S.H.I.E.L.D officer did," exclaimed Fury. You were sweating and didn’t even know why, it’s not like you were an enemy. You were ready to tell Fury everything this morning, but still getting caught hadn’t been a worry.

"What? Do you think this HYDRA again?" Steve said sounding annoyed that those people were still roaming around. If he only knew...

"We believe so, Cap." Fury held his voice steady, but the bitterness of the words was there nonetheless.  

Funnily enough, he believed it was HYDRA. He was right, if what the reports and dreams were implying was correct.

"It wasn’t HYDRA who hacked the database," you said loud enough from where you were sitting so everyone could hear you, laughing humorlessly in the inside by the irony of the words.

"What makes you say that, Agent L/n?" said Fury, looking at you confused, just like everyone else in the room. Every eye was on you, and that made your heart to beat all the faster.  

"What do you mean by that?" added Clint.  

"I meant that I know HYDRA wasn’t the one who hacked S.H.I.E.L.D," you said. You were ready to let it out. "Then who was it, Agent?" Fury’s voice interrupted before another word left your mouth. His voice sounded thick with irritation, you were building unnecessary tension, and it was annoying him.

"Me," you exclaimed while standing up, folder in hand.

"What?" “Why?” Everyone had exclaimed loudly their disbelief.

"Before you guys get all freaky and conclude that I had a dark motive just know that I was doing research on our latest target. It led me to some things I couldn’t access so I decided to put down the database access system to find out more about his persona and patterns. I needed to know how he moved, how he acted before and after long periods of times, he needs a pattern even if he has hide, so I based my research on that. I didn’t get much on that, because he is extremely calculated not to leave trackable patterns.  

“What I landed upon was more than I had ask for. I thought that every secret HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D had was outed when Romanoff infiltrated the system before everything went down, but I guess you managed to keep this hidden. convenient, if you ask me, " you said, throwing the folder at the center of the table. Steve grabbed it first, he opened the folder and after a minute of skimming the reports, he looked around then his glare hardened at Fury, then Clint, and Natasha. It was cold, his eyes tried to exclaim his disappointment at them. When he turned from them, he looked at you with more of a soft look. It surprised you, out of anyone he would be the one to be more resentful to know your ‘real’ identity. He got up, breaking the silence the room had fallen into.  

"You’re in so much trouble," he said, and slowly, he made his way towards where you were standing. You were quiet at the interchange between Steve and Fury. Silently, you thanked Steve with a look, he was siding with you even before there were sides to take.  

Fury took one quick look to the report and without raising his head he said, "Y/n, can we talk in private?" His voice was low, compared to his previous irritated tone, but he spoke loud enough to fill the silence that had fallen once more.

"Why?” your voice came out louder than his, not really bothering at the flinch they all made. “Let them know what you have to say, no more secrets here. Although I believe Natasha and Clint know about it already.” The harsh look in your eyes had travelled the message of what the folder might contain.

"Nick, what is it?" Natasha stood up, her eyes avoiding your hard gaze.  

"Her past." Two words. That’s all it took for Natasha and Clint look at you, worry on their features, and pain behind their eyes. Pain from holding a harsh truth from you. The cracks on Natasha’s façade of indifference to your dreams finally broke and revealed their hidden prize—her guilt.  

"Y/n-” “We-” Neither of them could find the right words to address you, and even if they had them, you doubt they would register in your brain. Right now, hurt and anger clouded everything.  

"Can someone explain to us, the outsiders, what is going on here?" exclaimed Tony from his seat, eyes shifting from one side of the room to the other. You had forgotten that there were more people than Steve, Fury, Clint, Natasha, and you. The rest of the team looked equally confused as Tony, none of them having a clue to why the air had suddenly become so thick.  

"They lied to me, about who I am, where I come from, and everything I once thought I believe was my life. All of it has been a lie!" You had raised your voice, thick with dark emotions. Your body felt hot, like some type of fire wanted to escape you and direct itself to those who had hurt you the most. It could be the anger but it felt like it was more than just hatred. Your vision blurry with unshed tears, denying them to see, show how much their lies had damaged you.  

"What are you talking about?" Tony asked, still not understanding the matter at hand. "What does that mean?" Tony directed his eyes to Fury, “Why is she saying these things?”

"We lied to protect you, to hide you from the life that was never meant to be. The mission was to bring you in for questioning, but Romanoff and Barton found you unconscious, an explosion had gone off on your sector. You woke up almost a month later, there had been the chance of you having severe brain damage. Thus, memory loss was a risk. We decided that if that were to be the case, you’d need a background. That’s when you woke up, with no clue of who you were, we told you what you know to be your life. Doctors told us that there was no possibility of gaining your memories back, so we took you in for you own good." Fury looked tired as he took a seat, his age showing on his face as he told you exactly what you needed to hear, but what you dreaded to know.  

It wasn’t enough to keep your anger from coming out your mouth like bile. "Were you protecting me or were you protecting yourself and S.H.I.E.L.D?" you were no more than a young woman, injured in a supposed mission to get to you. There was no reason for them to try to protect you. Everything had been a lie, ever since the very beginning of your meeting with the man who had become a father figure. To make it even more painful, two of your best friends had been involved with the plot to keep you in the dark. That’s all you could understand from this, or at least that’s what your brain wanted to understand.  

Neither Natasha or Clint could look at you straight in the eye, the shame in them obvious even to the clueless eyes. They knew everything about you, more than they were telling you. They saw you struggle in your beginning, adapting to ‘your’ life after as if it had always been like that. You could guess that there were times that they wished they could tell you the truth, but they had been told to never speak a word about it. Nevertheless, their silence stung.  

"Both," said Fury, breaking your thoughts from the turmoil that had started to create. The whole room had gone quiet once more, tension thicker than before, "what’s her real story then? I mean you’ve only told us what happened here, but nothing of who she is.” While Fury had been talking, Tony had read the report, understanding better the situation at hand. Tony had asked the key question, your true story.

Fury locked eyes with you, his eyes holding memories of things he wished would die with him, “you, Y/n, are the daughter of two of the greatest agents S.H.I.E.L.D have ever trained.”

The harsh look you had held throughout it all, had fallen into one of pure shock. Fury continued, ignoring the gapping mouths of the team.

"Agents Lydia Davis and Harrison L/n. They were an unstoppable team, ever since their training days, they had shown great potential for more. Not soon after they had finished their years as trainees, they found themselves working in the field. Feared by those who knew they were on the wrong side of the radar; they were our top agents. This caused many issues for them; they became a major target for bounty hunters. Blacklists had their names on the top. Danger was always going to be there, but they never let that stop them from living their lives as they wished.  

“Even knowing that they could get in trouble for being romantically involved, they didn’t listen and did as their hearts asked. They fell in love, moved together, got married, and then they had you—Katherine Lean L/n. They retired before their time for you, they wanted you to be kept a secret so before Lydia could show signs of her pregnancy, I helped them locate in a secure safehouse.  You were six months old when HYDRA attacked the safehouse, they had helped from the inside. We were late, they had left the house a mess, they had tortured them before they decided to kill them, and you were nowhere to be found. They had taken you, all we could guess was that whoever took you had a choice in your fate. I never stopped looking, only those who were at the house knew about that search, and it died with them. When we finally had you, I couldn’t take you back myself, so I sent Romanoff and Barton. You know what happened next, you woke up with no memory of what life had been under Garrett. There was barely anything left, they had been moving warehouses before we got to them. I never meant for you to find out, and I'm sorry that you had to find out this way.” He looked at you, his voice dying down with regret in them.

You hadn’t noticed you were crying until a sob erupted from you. Things seemed clearer now, it all clicked like missing pieces in a uncomplete puzzle you didn’t know you owned. It made sense as to why you called him father, why you were having dreams HYDRA facilities—you had been training to become one of their main agents. Your parentage being their reasoning to your capture.  

"That explains every dream I’ve had since that night," you whispered to yourself, not realizing that the silence in the room made it audible to the team.

"What night, Y/n?" Steve’s soothing voice asked you, his arms holding you against his chest as you cried. The amount of security you felt was well received by your broken self, you had never appreciated the man as much as you were in that moment.

"The day we tried to get Barnes, that same night I had dreams that relate to all of this," you said, a bit louder for everyone to hear. You detached yourself from his chest, but his arms still held close enough for you to feel the warmth of his body.  

"Dreams? Are you telling us his presence triggered your memories?" The confused voice of Sam Wilson asked, finally having a voice in the mess he hadn’t asked to be present for.

"It did. It all started with me seeing them waking him up from his, I guess, capsule. That’s the first thing that came to me, and all because he was present for most of my training. He was my trainer in a way, I would train with others, but they made me train with him, I was the only one who did that wasn’t enhanced. He trained with others too, but none of them seemed to be as agile.  

“Those are like glimpses, but there are more vivid—actual memories. Those are less of me training, but me having conversations with papa—sorry—Garrett or with Bucky. They sometimes would let him be awake for an amount of time to see if he still needed to be wiped, they always had to because his consciousness would wake up, he would mention things from his past at random. They didn’t like that because from there he would question things, so they would always ‘reset’ him. No matter how much they tried to keep those memories at bay, they would always come back in pieces. He told me every time, it confused him, and he confided in me. I guess he trusted me because I practically grew up under his watch. I was a kid, didn’t really understood anything until later I guess, because those are rare compared to the ones with Garrett. Those are more frequent, he raised me as his own. He became harsher on me by the time I was old enough to endure more training methods. It explains some scars." The tears had stopped, you had regained composure, and you had told them what you could about your dreams, your memories, your life. Steve had tensed at the mention of his best friend, and you understood. His friend had been in so much pain, physical and mental pain. Unbeknownst to you, it eased his mind that he had have you as a friend while he was absent.  

You looked up at Steve, giving him a little smile, trying to demonstrate your gratitude. He looked like he wanted to ask you more about these dreams, all because of his friend, but he held back and with one last slight squeeze of your arms, he let you go. You were mentally exhausted, so you ignored the intense looks from everyone else on your way out of the room. You just wanted to go to bed, even if you had been up for less than two hours, it had been a stressful morning, too many things to process.  

You finally knew your story, the real one. No matter how many times it replayed in your mind, how true it was, your brain wanted to grasp this information as a bad dream. Emotions you hadn’t shown in front of the team were trying to erupt from you, a mental breakdown seemed to be the only thing your body wanted to do. Your walk to your room seemed to take forever and with every step, you felt ready to crumble and let yourself drown with the pain that came along with knowing who you are. No sooner than you had entered your room, the tears had no mercy and fell freely, drowning you in a sea of emotions you hadn’t asked for.  

Things were going to be different and they were going to change soon, fuck, they had already changed. The truth of who you were, was out, but you needed more information, you needed to know things that only one person would know. You needed him to tell you what he could remember about you, HYDRA, and more importantly, your relationship with him. There had been some dreams where you would see yourself as a teenager around him, his mere presence making you stumble a little. When training, the slight touch of his hands on you would make you blush, and it would make you lose your concentration. All this affected you, but you never seemed to get a reaction from him, at least not the way you wanted.

There was more to the story, there was more than just looks, there was more to fill in, but you didn’t have the pieces that are missing, he did.

You needed to find Bucky.  

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[fatbottombucky]

That’s Stark’s Boy *Peter Parker x Reader*

Christmas Special: Bonus Chapter

Summary: After getting kicked out of school and following the wrong crowd your mother sends you to live with your father - at least you’re away from her layabout boyfriend. But your dad happens to be Tony Stark, he enrolled you into a new school and enlisted the help of his faithful protege to help you feel welcome. Not only are you the new kid but you gotta balance the Stark Expectations AND you’re living with a bunch of heroes… also, lest you forget that a certain red-suited hero makes it difficult to keep your sexuality a secret.

Pairings: Peter Parker x Male!Reader / Tony Stark (dad) x Reader (son)

Warnings: Swearing & Reader having no clue what to do with himself

Word Count: 2654

Author’s Note: This can be read on it’s own, but it is part of my That’s Stark’s Boy universe, and it would make more sense if you read the series. But you don’t have to and it’s set after Civil War, but before Infinity War. - Rosalie 

You can That’s Stark’s Boy Masterlist on my blog.

The smell of eggnog filled your senses, the warmth of the fire heated up your skin almost instantly. The bright, colourful lights illuminated the walls and an eight-foot tree that sat in the corner. The festive music was playing quietly in the background, the voice of Mariah Carey, you silently sang hummed along to the festive track.

Your eyes found the man you had been looking for, your father was standing on a ladder placing the final touches to the Christmas decorating and a Santa’s hat donned the top of his head. You let out a light chuckle, Tony was singing loudly along to the Christmas song, holding some sparkly tinsel and hooking it above the fireplace.

“It’s looking very… fantastical in here,” you mused as you looked around.

Tony had gone above and beyond, there was a festive miniature village set on the coffee table, many woodland creature decorations were perched vicariously through the living room. So, so much glitter was dusted on every surface, glittering lights were strapped around the room and around every window. Fake snow was sprinkled on the real Christmas tree, you looked closer and recognised that every bauble on the tree was, in fact, Avengers themed. Christmas presents were wrapped under the tree in Avengers wrapping paper.

“You mean Winter Wonderland, right?” Tony shot back, stepping down from the ladder and admiring his handy work. It was only then you realised he had the help from his favourite creations, Dum-H and U, also decorated with lights twirled and twisted around them, “Good work guys, really love what you have done with your corner.”

You shake your head at your father’s antics, “Thought you didn’t buy into this gimmicky Christmas stuff?”

“Well, this is our first Christmas together, properly,” Tony shrugged and you nodded lightly, “I just… want to do it right, make it special for you, for us. Unless you hate it, I can redecorate, I have some other decorations-”

You shake your head, smiling brightly, “I love it. It’s so extra and absolutely gay.”

“Well, I’ve discovered Queer Eye and I’m not looking back,” Tony mutters and glances at you, you both burst into fits of laughter at Tony’s ridiculous antics.

You patted Tony’s shoulder before walking towards the Christmas Tree, admiring all the Avengers-themed decorations. You glanced at one, tilting your head slightly and your heart tightening in your chest, the clear bauble had a picture inside of it. A photo of Tony, smiling happily at a baby, that baby is you. You had never seen the photo before and you were far too young to remember the moment, you smiled gently and quickly regained composure before directing your attention to the many wrapped gifts underneath.

“Who are all these for?” Before Tony could say anything you read the labels, “Steve? Natasha? Sam… do you think they’ll come?” You turned and looked over your shoulder to your father.

He gave a gentle shrug and not looking at you, his lips were turned into a tight-lipped smile. “I… haven’t asked them to,” he mutters and you nod, standing up and walking to sit on the sofa, “I just figured, maybe, if they had nowhere to go… it’s been two years, they skipped last year and I understand. I just like setting up just in case.”

You nodded silently, “Well, it’s Christmas and I’m here, it’d be rude if they missed this.”

Tony let out a soft chuckle and nodded.

**

You sat at your father’s computer in his lab in silence, your fingers tapping patterns on the desk and a deeply serious expression present on your face. You had been down in his lab for over twenty minutes, debating with yourself on whether you should go through with it. He wanted to see them, at least, he thinks he does. After what happened with the Avengers almost two years ago, it was radio silence between them all, Tony hadn’t heard a peep from anybody- except Vision, but contact with him was little to none.

Against your better judgement you quickly typed in Tony’s password, one thing you did take from Tony was his excellent technology mind. You easily hacked into the computer and began to scroll through the various contacts; a snort escaped you at some of the names. Till you found the name you had been looking for, it doesn’t take a genius to know where the Avengers would scurry off to and that they’d all be in contact.

You clicked the contact and waited patiently to be connected, your fingers began tapping nervously on the desk and so did your foot. The sound of the tapping echoed through the quiet lab, your eyes nervously glanced around the room to the various stuff that was littered around. The ‘ping’ of being connected made you snap your attention to the screen, then the face that could, potentially, make Christmas happen flashed on the screen.

“You don’t know me, I’m Y/N Stark and I don’t know you, but I really need your help.”

**

“Six days till Christmas,” you yell walking into Mj’s house and being greeted by her older brother, he raised an eyebrow at you before calling to Mj, her head poked out from around her bedroom door and tilted her head. “I haven’t got Pete a present!” You exclaim.

You followed Mj to the kitchen, where she was helping her brother make Christmas cookies to take to see her grandparents on Christmas Eve. “Why don’t you just ask him what he wants?” She asked with a slight shrug and you scoffed, “What? That’s what I did, him and Ned gave me a few ideas.”

“I can’t ask, especially now,” Mj cocked a brow at you, “he’s apparently gotten me the perfect gift, he doesn’t want to know the list because I’m going to love what he’s got me,” you sighed dramatically. “If I ask what he wants then I’m the shit boyfriend, I should know what he wants, right?”

It’s silent as the two Jones’ siblings cut the cookies into the Christmas trees, each eyeing one another and deciding who should talk first. Before either of them can begin to help or give advice you sit down dramatically, grabbing a cookie that’s already been baked and place it in your mouth before Mj can take it away.

“Figuring out what to get my boyfriend for Christmas is hard,” you groan, “like he already has everything he could ever want… me.”

Mj and Warren end up laughing loudly, each hunching over to let out loud laughs. You end up joining them, chuckling with the duo. You end up helping the pair with decorating the cookies and listening to their ideas of presents for Peter. Although, all of them good, they didn’t sound perfect or right and you wanted the perfect gift for him since he had found the one for you.

*Peter’s P.OV*

“Ned, I can’t give him that,” Peter chuckled as his best friend held up a Spider-Man action figure, “It’s gotta be perfect, the best gift ever because he’s the best boyfriend,” Ned rolled his eyes at Peter from across the store.

“Why did you tell him you got him the perfect gift?” Peter shrugged, “if it doesn’t live up to expectations he’s gonna be pissed.”

Peter shakes his head, “It’s the thoughts that count, right? He’ll see how hard I’ve tried and appreciate whatever I get,” he tries to defend himself as he looks across the various shelves of stuff and trinkets to get, nothing really grabbing his attention.

He sighs gently and rubs his temples, he turns to Ned and shakes his head. Both leaving the shop to go to the next and start the whole ordeal all over again. If anything it started to become tedious for the two teenage boys, Peter had no idea what to get you and since this was his first Christmas with his first ever boyfriend, he just wanted it to go well and great.

*Normal P.O.V/ Christmas Day*

You were awoken to loud banging on your door, it swings open to reveal your dad, already dressed and ready for Christmas to begin. You wanted to be in the festive spirit but couldn’t bring yourself to actually wake up and be as energetic. Then you felt yourself being shaken, you groaned as Tony kept shaking your tired body awake.

“Can you stop?” You asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“C’mon it’s Christmas, it’s already noon and Peter is here with his Aunt,” You perked up almost instantly and Tony chuckled, “get dressed, we have to open presents.”

You nodded and got out bed, stumbling into your bathroom as Tony left and closed your bedroom door. A big part of you wondered if they’d actually show up, he had told you he would try and convince them to but that it would be difficult, and awkward if they did show up. You got dressed relatively quickly and actually managed to look good.

Grabbing the presents for Peter and May, walking down the hall towards the living room where everyone was already sat with glasses of drinks and chatting. You placed the presents down and was already brought into a hug by Pepper, squeezing you gently and wishing you a Merry Christmas. Then you were brought into a hug by May, you chuckled lightly when she kissed your cheek.

“Merry Christmas, ladies.” Pepper passed you a glance of champagne, “Of course, that’s Tony’s tradition.”

You looked around the room, searching for your boyfriend and coming up with nothing for the short boy with the unruly hair. May nudged you and pointed to the kitchen where you could see Peter and Tony trying to sort out dinner, annoyingly Tony is an amazing cook, something he picked up from is half-Italian mother and from countless sleepless nights.

You smiled gently at the sight of Peter and Tony laughing with one another, your heart growing and beating faster at the sight. You glanced at Pepper who was smiling to herself, eyeing Tony with sweet-heart eyes and that made you grin. Your eyes then drift to May, who is doing the same but with kind, gentle and loving eyes at Peter.

“Wow,” you mutter, “I’m literally a wife.” You make both Pepper and May laugh loudly, both sloshing their drinks as they use your shoulders to hold themselves up.

You end up grabbing the attention of Tony and Peter, both walking through the door and eyeing the three of you with narrowed eyes. Peter raises his eyebrows at you, a soft smile on his lips and you’re still chuckling as you shrug. Peter walks up to you and wraps an arm around your waist, you wrap an arm around his shoulders with a grin looking down at him.

Peter leans up slightly and you pull back, “Umm, there’s no mistletoe. Christmas rules, Peter.” He rolls his eyes at you before you can make another remark the elevator to the tower dings and the doors slide open.

It’s silent as the people file out, all awkwardly shuffling into the living room. You quickly pull away from Peter’s grip and walk towards Tony, who has stopped mid-conversation with May and eyeing them all confusedly, his mouth agape at them.

“Merry Christmas, Tony.” Steve waves, he has a leather jacket on and stubble surrounding the lower part of his face. “We got the message from T’Challa,” he explains and Tony shakes his head, even more confused, “your son, Y/N, he got in contact with T’Challa. We all decided to come along, hope that’s okay?” Steve looks over his shoulder at Bucky, who is shuffling hastily behind Sam.

Tony’s eyes drift to you, “You… did… you guys are here?” They all nodded, Natasha, Sam and Wanda, including Vision. You smiled and nodded at Tony, “Well, um, come on in. Dinner is almost ready and we’re about to open presents.”

Natasha instantly bounded up to you, securing you into a hug and you chuckled, “You’ve gotten so big,” she says and looks up at you. “You’re now Steve’s height,” she mused and you chuckled lightly.

“How have you been?”

She shakes her head, “Time for that later. It’s Christmas and I brought you something from Wakana, well, Shuri sends her love to you. She follows your Instagram,” you raised your eyebrows at the thought of the Princess of Wakana actually following you on social media.

You, somehow, end up in a deep conversation with Bucky and Steve. The presents still not unwrapped, the dinner still left uneaten. Everyone just enjoying one another’s company, you finally ended up meeting Vision, after years of hearing Jarvis’s voice… to now seeing a symbiotic android using his voice was strange but a good type.

“So, you and the Spider-Kid, huh?” Steve asked with a knowing grin and you could feel yourself blush, not out of embarrassment.

“You know, the kid has heart,” Bucky begins, “I’ll give him that, but if he webs me to the floor again with Sam, I’mma beat his ass.” You chuckled along with Steve.

You smiled at Steve, “Didn’t think you’d actually come here.”

“I didn’t think I would,” Steve admits and eyes his drink for a moment, “but Christmas is about family and Tony needs his family, so we’re here.”

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“I can’t believe they all showed up,” you muttered to Peter once finally alone. He nodded in agreement, “Christmas miracle.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “You’re such a dork.” You scoff at the nerd boy, who just smiled and pulled a delicately wrapped gift from behind his back. The wrapping paper was a metallic red with a gold bow tied around it, Peter clearly didn’t wrap this.

You grinned and pulled out the gift for him, presented in blue wrapping paper with a white ribbon bow tied around the box and mini Sharpie doodles drawn on the wrapping paper. You exchanged gifts and in the silence unwrapped them, you glanced at Peter who was too focused on delicately unwrapping how own to notice that you were focused on him.

You nimbly unwrapped the gift, pulling the bow away and ripping the paper open and frowning for a few seconds at the present. A watery smile starts to come across your face, your eyes tearing up at the thought gone into the gift. A photo of you and Peter are in a frame, along with the tickets of the movie you saw on your first date. There was also the jacket you had wanted, it was Peter’s and he never wore it and you’d borrow it if you forgot your own, but ultimately give it back.

“This is…” you begin and choke slightly, “this is really lovely.” You manage to get out, looking up and smiling at Peter, who is also wearing a hopelessly affectionate smile because of your gift.

Ben’s old camera, Peter’s uncle had an old classic camera. It had stopped working long ago, so as a gift you decided to buy some film for it and get it repaired- permission from May too, of course. Peter had mentioned how much he enjoys taking photos, his own Instagram account is compiled of artsy shots he’s taken as Peter and as Spider-Man, skyline views and amazing shots of the city at night. The few odd ones of you and Mj, plus Ned.

“We’re a couple of hopeless romantic fools,” you chuckle but wipe your eyes to stop the tears from falling.

Peter nods, also chuckling lightly with you. You smile softly at one another, Peter’s face illuminated by the Christmas lights that were strung up around your bed frame. You gently take ahold of Peter’s hand, the loud chatting and laughter of the Avengers travelling down the hallway fall of deaf ears. Yourself and Peter are in your own world, staring at one another before leaning in towards one another.

(You can find That’s Stark’s Boy Masterlist on my blog. Hope you guys have a good holiday, and I hope you liked this. I know it’s short, but I just wanted to post something super cute. You can read this without reading the series, but it will make more sense to.Obviously, the fic the reader won’t meet the Avengers just yet, but for Christmas let’s pretend they show up to be with Tony. - Rosalie)

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[fanfictionized]

Help Me Help You - EXmode (5/?)

Character: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader / OFC

Chapter summary: They've finally cracked Hydra's database, meaning that they have a name; The next one of Hydra's victims and they need to find her before they do.

Also they have more of an idea of what enhancement-program they're dealing with...Something familiar, perhaps?

Warnings: Mentions of torture and death, angst?

Words: 1.9k

Previous Chapter // Help Me Help You - Masterlist

“It didn’t occur to me until I tried matching the people’s blood samples up with the rest in S.H.I.E.L.D’s database.” Bruce recited as he called up the different hemograms. Bucky wasn’t entirely sure what he was looking at, numbers and percentages listed in tabular form that didn’t make a whole lot of sense to him.

Bruce rambled on about the numbers and percentages and Bucky noticed that he was not the only one drifting off until the next swipe with his hand showed a microscopic animation of real blood cells. He remembered that much from school. Micrography had been quite a new technology, allowing to show real, yet blurry and black and white examples over a projector. But that was nothing compared to this.

Those cells were red and pink with a purplish center and it seemed as if they were vibrating as they coursed slowly into one direction like a current. The dark purple was starting to spread out into its entirety, the yellowish green edges of the cell beginning to extend small antenna-like arms that wiggled their way outside the cell. Bucky had never, in any way, been good at biology or science, but he didn’t need to to determine it strange. Nothing but normal.

“But I had kept myself so busy with the mutation in your blood and what the super serum did to you” He continued, looking at both Steve and Bucky “That I didn’t think about the rest of Hydra’s altering experiments.” His head turned towards Wanda. She had been staring at the screen for quite some time now.

“It’s… mine, isn’t it? My blood?” She asked cautiously and Bruce nodded, pushing back the glasses onto his nose and continued explaining with a soft tone to his voice.

“Strucker’s experiments were revolutionary after Zola’s.” Bucky looked up at the familiar name, a shiver running down his spine. “It seems as if Hydra has gotten more information on how to put both of their lives’ work together.”

“To create the ultimate weapon. Indestructible and enhanced.” Vision stated as he had entered the room by floating through the glass. Another thing Bucky wouldn’t be able to get used to. It was only the third time he had seen him. He had disappeared to go on his own mission weeks before. Something about S.H.I.E.L.D he assumed, but it didn’t really matter anyway.

“Vis!” Wanda squealed excitedly as she saw him floating towards her and wrapped her arms around him. The others smiled and greeted him back. “Vision is right. I’m not just talking about your super strength or physical resilience” He looked back at Bucky and Steve “Or your enhanced abilities, Wanda. This could be a whole new thing.” He shook his head in disbelief as he showed the next picture.

A sea of dark purple spots trembling across the screen. The room got quiet as everyone watched the oval cells with jet-black cores quivering with, what everyone assumed; pure fucking energy.

“What the hell is this?” Sam asked, clearly shocked. “That’s the sample of Nina Alice, one of the victims.” Bruce added before Sam interrupted him “And let me guess; the others look exactly like hers?” Bruce nodded. “More or less, yes. You can see a slight change in the bloodstream, but my guess is that Hydra is still playing with the formula…” “But” Natasha inquired “They were all dead when they found them, right?” Her voice was laced with something Bucky had never heard from her. Possible fear of what they were facing. “Yes, unfortunately-” Bruce began but she continued. “Then how… are the cells still moving?”

Goosebumps crawled over Bucky’s skin at the realization and the others looked just as horrified as him as they faced each other. Bruce sighed deeply.

“All of them were found within 24 hours after their initial time of death. The autopsy showed that even though their hearts had stopped beating, they were not quite… dead… in a literal sense.” “What are you talking about?” Wanda asked, as confused as the rest of the group. “Their brains are still active. Something inside them was still keeping them alive for a couple more hours.” “The new serum?” Natasha asked. “Probably.” Tony responded “Their brains’ activity essentially shut down after an average of 16 hours after their death.” “Actually, post-mortal brain activity is not uncommon, but the average time span for that is maybe up to six minutes.” “Not sixteen hours…” Steve repeated calmly as he looked down, either thinking or processing. “How the fuck are you so calm? Man, we got a new Hydra weapon that could take us all down, how are you not freaking out right now?” Sam clearly wasn’t. Rightly.

Bucky’s own heart had begun to thump inside his chest at a maddening pace. He didn’t want to imagine what those people must’ve gone through in comparison to him. His story was one to ignite nightmares by its own. He had gone a long way to become what he was, but it was the aftermath that still traumatized him. They had died getting there.

“I’m not.” Steve replied “But we might be able to stop them before anything else happens to any more civilians.” He said and gestured to Tony who was still pacing around restlessly. “…Tony? Do you know something we don’t?” Natasha asked as he picked up his tablet. “Maybe.” He shrugged and projected the picture on the screen above the table with a tap of his fingers.

“S.H.I.E.L.D has found more than one of Hydra’s programmer. They… interrogated them-” He raised his brows and Steve scoffed “What do you want from me, Cap? Because I want this to end.” Steve crossed his arms in front of him but let Tony continue.

“-Anyway, they got enough information from them to add to the hacking of the system they had already achieved to find out the plan on the new serum.” The information on the operation appeared with a title.

“The Exome-Modification and Enhancement Program.” Tony said “Also called EXmode.” He remarked, letting everyone observe the information in front of them. “We have the names of the victims right here- “ “Along with their process-evaluation during their treatments.” Bruce finished his sentence “They never wrote down the actual formula, but what it did to the people as they used it on them.” “Something like a fucked-up diary…” Sam muttered angrily. Bruce began to look more and more depressed during the course of explaining the current situation.

“They have all the names here in order. But not only the ones that were found… but also the ones they still… want to experiment on.” “There, after Yorick Lambert.” Natasha pointed out the name on the sheet. “Has anyone after him been reported missing yet?” “Not yet, no.”

Annabelle Feldner. Bucky read inside his head. She was the next one on the list, right underneath Yorick. There was nothing else, no date, no information.

“We need to find her, Tony.” It just slipped out, his thoughts running freely and he felt the need to express them. “We can’t let them get to her.” All eyes were on him. Although he didn’t speak much, his words had value once they were out. And of cause he was right, they all knew it.

“S.H.I.E.L.D is already on it.” He assured him, but it didn’t quite answer his question. “Are they bringing her to a safe location?” Bucky asked, but Tony only fidgeted on the spot, looking over at Bruce who was already eyeing him.

“Not exactly…” Bucky’s scalp began to prickle, the fiery sensation spreading over his skin. Nausea settled inside his stomach the second he thought about other people living through the same hell as he did. This was no longer a simple mission. This was personal.

“What do you mean…?” His voice was low and dark. “Well, first off; There are a few Annabelle Feldners on the face of the earth. Trying to find out which one Hydra is interested in is a bit of a predicament since we still don’t know what connects all of them.” He tried to explain. Bucky’s shoulders tensed up.

“Second, I have my doubts S.H.I.E.L.D will tell us once they’ve figured that one out, because, well…” He sighed and took off his yellow sunglasses “They still don’t have the serum. My guess is that once they know which Annabelle they’re after, they will wait for Hydra to show up so they can see where they’re taking her.” All of them listened carefully as he explained his theory.

“Of cause this is all just assumption, but I’ve known those guys for a couple of years. They are trying their best to find her, but also they won’t let an opportunity like this slip through their fingers. Thinking about the greater good- “

“No way.” Bucky interrupted as he stood up, almost knocking over his chair. He was angry. Tired of this, but mostly angry. He had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t let one more person be the victim of the “greater good” because the “greater good” had him killing pointlessly for decades for it. Who were they to decide if they could spare that life? They would take Hydra down to help themselves to their knowledge to use it for whatever, but not for the greater good. “They can’t do that.”

“I’m afraid that’s not up to you anymore.” Tony said and sunk back into his chair with a huff “We’ve come this far but I wouldn’t count on S.H.I.E.L.D taking us any further than that. Maybe they’ll call us if they want their base destroyed or their agents taken out. But I doubt they’ll let us know about the formula once they have it. They want to avoid this- “He pointed at Bucky, Steve and Wanda “-happening again. Not unless they know how to control it.” “So what? You’ll let them play god?” Bucky asked incredulously. “Buck…” Steve started reaching for his friend’s arm but he pulled it back. “Bucky is right.” Wanda agreed and stood up as well “You’ll never know what it’s like to be experimented on like that. They cut you open, the pump you full of stuff that makes your veins burn and make you wish you were dead.” Tony lowered his head at her words and even though she had hit a blade in his heart with the accuracy of her words, Bucky was proud of her speaking up as well.

“They don’t have a voice, Tony. But they don’t deserve it. No one does and that should be out first priority instead of being sad because we cannot change how it is.” “She’s right, you know.” Sam muttered. “I know!” Tony groaned “Of cause I know that.” “We’re Avengers.” Steve spoke “We need to stand up for the little guys. Especially since no one else will.”

Bucky chuckled. Captain America in its full glory. He was expecting nothing less. “Then it’s settled.” Vision spoke with a faint smile on his lips. “Oh, so what now exactly? I’m supposed to break into S.H.I.E.L.D’s security network?” Tony huffed sarcastically. “Haven’t you already...?” Bruce asked him, but Tony immediately tried to shush him. “Shhht! All right, okay.” He threw his hands into the air dramatically “God, I feel stupid for saying this, but let’s spy on S.H.I.E.L.D.” “We can do it. As a team.” Steve said and Tony rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Miss American beauty pageant. I’ll do most of the work anyway so lay back until I’ve found a name.” Everyone laughed at that.

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