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katethewriter · 1 year
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Something fluffy huh? Hmmm how about reader comforting her girlfriend wanda when it seems like the whole world is against her. Feel like she’d always hold wanda tight and say “no matter what you do or become, I will always be on your side”
You Are More
Pairing: Wanda x Reader
Words: 1k~
Warnings: insecure/self-deprecating thoughts, people are mean, Wanda needs a hug, if I missed any please let me know
A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt!!! I hope you like it! Also, Reader is an enhanced. She has the ability to harness and manipulate electricity.
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“How is she doing?"
You've just returned from a four-day solo mission, only to learn of the incident in Lagos. You're heart breaks for your girlfriend, who you know must be tearing herself to pieces.
Since the day she joined this team, she has done everything possible to make up for and repair the damage she took part in as a Hydra participant.
... and you know this is enough to break her.
"As well as can be expected, she's barely left her room," Steve smiles sadly, "this is as much my fault as it is hers. I should have-“
You are sure to cut him off quickly, "hey, none of that. This is no one's fault… except Rumlow’s. It was an accident." You pat the super soldier on the back comfortingly. "I'm gonna go check on her," you go straight to you and your girlfriend's shared bedroom.
When you peer through the doorway, you see her.
Wanda sits defeatedly on the bed, endlessly flipping between news stations, all of them covering the bombing. Each reporter that fills the screen has worse and worse things to say about the woman you love.
You're heart breaks more at every remark. What angers you the most is that these people don't even know Wanda, not personally, not like the team does and certainly not like you do. If they actually knew her, knew where her heart and intentions lie, they wouldn't being saying these things on international television for literally everyone and Wanda to hear.
The TV goes blank as you use your powers to turn it off. You had heard more than enough.
"Don't watch that," you speak softly, walking over to the bed and sitting beside her.
Wanda can't meet your eyes. She stares at her hands sorrowfully, "turning it off won't stop them from talking about me."
Reaching out, you move her hair away from her face and stroke her cheek delicately, "they don't know you."
"They're still right," Wanda quickly swats away a tear before it can fall, "I'm a monster."
"No, you are no-"
"I am," she shakes her head. "Think about it," she prompts, "the only reason Hydra selected me, gave me these powers was to hurt people." The sokovian motions towards the TV, ",,,and now I've done just that."
Your lip trembles at the way she is talking about herself. "Do you think I am a monster?"
For the first time since you've entered the room, Wana looks at you. She's almost too shocked to answer the question, "you're the best person I know. You could never be a monster."
"I was given my powers for the exact same reason, by the exact same people," you look deep into her eyes, hoping to reach her, "if that doesn't make me a monster, then neither are you."
Wanda smiles sadly, "but you never used your powers to hurt someone-"
"But I could," you interrupt her, "all it would take is one lapse in focus. One slip and I could electrocute an entire swimming pool or start a wild fire. What if I accidentally cut the power on an aircraft midflight; would you think I was a monster then?"
The witch furrows her brow, "no, that would have been an accident."
"and so was this," you take her hands into your own, "this was an accident. You were trying to help people, and you made a mistake." You gently wipe a tear that falls down her cheek.
"Wanda, you are more, so much more, than the worst mistake you've ever made. This does not define who or what you are. Ok?"
You wait for her to nod, but it takes a while. You can practically see her mind running around trying to rewrite her self-perception and absorb your words.
There is a small shift in her demeanor, and you know you've at least partially gotten through to her. Wanda gives you a weak smile but says nothing.
"As for your powers," you shift closer to wrap her in your arms, "I know they have done some pretty amazing things." Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, you begin to explain, "your magic saved countless lives in Sokovia. It helped you stop Ultron before he destroyed the world. When I was locked away in a Hydra cell, strapped to a table as they turned me into a battery, draining me," your voice cracks at the mention of your worst memories, "you were the one who came back for me. You saved me, and a monster would never do that."
Wanda finally begins to relax into you. Her own arms raise to hold you as close as possible. “I don’t know what’s going to happen,” she whispers shakily, “some of them want to lock me in a cage.”
You pull away a bit to look into her eyes, “you know Steve would never let them.”
Her lips tremble in fear, “what if he doesn’t have a say?”
Silence fills the air.
You struggle to find what to say. Something is coming. There’s no way around that; too many people are demanding change.
There’s no way to know if any of you will have a say.
“Come here,” you scoot back on the bed until you’re leaning against the headboard. You open your arms for Wanda to crawl into.
She buries herself into while you hold her so tight that you never want to let go.
You start to run your hand through her hair to help soothe her the best you can, “I don’t know, but you know what I do know?”
Wanda looks up to you with her beautiful doe eyes, “what?”
Cupping her cheek softly, you promise, “no matter what happens, no matter what you do or become, I will always be on your side.”
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athenadcvell · 3 years
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⚠️WandaVision Spoilers Ahead⚠️
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This entire episode had me going from crying one second to screaming with excitement the next
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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years
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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞
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𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A true enemies to lovers ;)
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: rapid change of POV, angry makeout, hate sex, smut 18+ (very rough sex btw), smart ass reader, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control)
𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst? (i still don’t really know what classifies as angst), confused feelings, age gap (reader of age), hate sex 18+, angry makeout turned soft, smut 18+, vulgar language, brutal insults, it’s just all mean
𝐀/𝐧: sorry if the pov change got too crazy i was imagining it as if it was like a scene from a movie; just tried something new to spice things up :) also thank you guys so much for the love from only the first chapter?! you guys are literally awesome! i do have a taglist so let me know if you wanna be tagged in future parts! there’s only five chapters by the way!!!!
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(𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨)
You were hanging out with Peter after you found out that your fight with Bucky made him cry. You two had taken a walk to grab some coffee from the cafe down the street. 
“Why do you and Bucky hate each other?” Peter asked you as you two were walking home.
“Oh, I don’t- I, uh… I don’t hate him,” you stuttered and hesitated, in truth you couldn’t care less what happened to the ass.
“Y/n, you say mean things to each other all the time, and you fight a lot.”
“I know. Peter, sometimes people just don’t get along. I don’t personally think Buck’s a bad guy.”
“Then why do you always fight?”
“I don’t know.”
You two got to the compound and Peter went straight to Tony and Bruce who were in the lab. You went to look for Natasha who was on a step ladder changing a bulb. 
“Why are you changing a bulb? Doesn’t Vision usually do that?”
“He and Wanda… are on… and date,” she huffed trying to reach the screw.
“Do you need help?” you laughed at her struggling.
“Yeah, you’re taller than me right? You try.”
You stepped on the ladder with the bulb in hand reaching to screw it in. Steve and Bucky walked in coming up to you with concerned looks on their faces. You reached up and could barely fit the bulb in so you opted to stand on your toes. That very quickly went south however.  
You fell forward on Nat making the step ladder fly sideways from under you. She grabbed you and rolled you both so you would land on the floor with minimal injury. Steve and Bucky both widened their eyes rushing to you two lay laughing loudly on the floor.
“You guys ok?” Steve asked, grabbing the step ladder.
“Yeah we’re ok-” you cut off, your laughter immediately dying from Bucky grabbing your arm and pulling you up. He grabbed your face and checked to see if you might’ve scratched yourself. 
You pulled away confused.
“Why are you so fucking careless? Ask us next time,” Bucky growled.
“Careful Barnes, don’t want people to think you actually care for me,” you rolled your eyes.
That pissed off Bucky who lunged at you pushing your shoulders. You used your powers to expand a black ball of mist before thrusting it at Bucky making him stumble back. Nat and Steve dove in to stop what could be another potential disaster between you two.
“Can you two stop fighting for five fucking seconds?” Nat yelled. 
“He started it!” you shouted.
“Enough! Barnes, L/n. Asses in the conference room. Now,” Fury found you guys.
You looked at Buck, who had nostrils flared breathing heavily in anger. He was fuming; and for what? 
“You two have a mission,” Fury said when you two entered the conference room.
“Is that really the smartest thing to do. We don’t work well together,” Bucky said.
“The only thing smart about you is your mouth. Go on this mission, together. Any casualties will come out of your paycheck and field time.”
“What?” you both said in shock.
“I said what I said; wheels are up in 20.” 
You grabbed the files handed to you by Maria and walked to your rooms to pack. Nat came into your room to ask what happened. Same with Steve and Bucky.
“What happened?” Nat asked you.
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“Fury, sent us on a mission,” Bucky told Steve.
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“I can’t imagine how quickly shit will the fan. I can’t stand him!” you told Nat, talking about the upcoming mission.
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“I can’t stand her.”
“Why?” Steve asked Buck.
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“He’s so infuriating. Like everything pisses him off…”
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“She’s always angry and wants to fight.”
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“Do you think maybe you like him and you’re convincing yourself you don’t by being mean?” Nat asked you.
There was a long pause as you two stared at each other before you guys burst in laughter.
“Good one,” you laughed, “Anyways, I don’t know how long this mission is so I’ll see you when I get back.”
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“I don’t know how long this mission is so I’ll see you when I get back,” Bucky said to Steve patting him on the shoulder. 
You both got to the quinjet, not even thinking about talking to each other. The file you both had basically said there was a fundraiser being held to mask an underground meeting for Hydra agents to meet in secret. 
Not a secret anymore though.
You two arrived at the hotel still haven’t spoken a word each. All that was heard in the elevator on your way up was both your breathing echoing off the metal walls. You got in and set your stuff on the couch. 
“We should set up a game plan,” you huffed.
“Ok,” he said before disappearing into the bathroom.
You rolled your eyes but began setting up what should be the tactic to approach the mission. You didn’t want to be too aggressive but being too stealth might take too long. Bucky came out of the bathroom after what seems to be having taken a shower. 
“Come up with anything yet?”
“No,” you responded.
“Seriously?” 
“What? It’s not like your fucking helping.”
“Watch your fucking attitude. I didn’t do anything so knock it off.”
“Whatever. Are you gonna help me or are you gonna sit there and watch me do all the work just to take credit?”
“Why would I take credit for your shitty plan that’s gonna get compromised.”
“Can you not be a dick for two seconds and be helpful for once?”
“I’m not helpful?” he stood up getting angrier every passing second. 
“God, Bucky get your head out of your ass! Stop taking everything so negatively; this is why I can’t stand you!”
“Shut your goddamn mouth, princess,” Bucky walked up to you, pulling you close by wrapping his metal hand around your throat.
“Am I turning you on?” you mocked.
“Shut up!” 
“Or what? You’ll spank me?” you whispered.
“Fucking bitch,” Bucky said before smashing his lips to yours.
He pushed you down on the couch, kissing you burtally. Your lips were swelling as Bucky trailed rough kisses down your throat. You wanted to moan because Bucky’s rough hands touching your body was overwhelming. 
There was a harsh contrast between his hot flesh hand and his cold metal one. You finally gave in after feeling Bucky’s hard dick brushing against your thigh considering he still had only a towel around his waist from his shower. 
“Does that feel good? God you fucking slut; falling apart under a man you hate,” Bucky whispered roughly in your ear.
“Ugh,” you groaned, “Fuck you, Bucky.”
He lifted your shirt and you lifted your arms so he could take it off. You stood up and Bucky fell to his knees in front of you taking your pants while you unclasped your bra. 
Bucky let his poorly wrapped towel fall to the floor as he pushed you down roughly onto the couch once again. Bruising kisses were exchanged and Bucky’s hand traced your stomach following down to between your thighs.
He rubbed roughly but slowly at your clit making your hips wiggle under him. 
“Fucking stay still,” Bucky said. 
“God Bucky, I already don’t like you so teasing me will just make me fume.”
“Then I guess I’ll enjoy every second I get to tease you and pisssed you off.”
“Bucky,” you grunted bucking your hips into his roughly.
“Knock it off,” Bucky grabbed your throat, squeezing gently; sure he hated you and wanted you be quiet but he wasn’t trying to kill. 
“You want me to fuck this pussy? Want it rough? I’ll give it to you rough then,” Bucky said hoarsely, “I'll make you scream and cry from how good my cock is. I’m gonna ruin you, babygirl.”
You whimpered and nearly screamed when Bucky thrusted into you hard and fast. Your hands  held his forearms not in fear but to steady yourself when his hips started moving faster and faster. His hips dug into yours; you were getting sore already from his manic thrusts. 
You moaned loudly and Bucky kepting thrusting into you ferociously chasing his orgasm. You breached the edge yourself, tears forming in your eyes. You sniffled making Bucky look at you with the slightest bit of concern on his face. 
“Is it too much? I thought this is how you wanted it, you fucking cockwhore.”
“Ugh Bucky,” you moaned.
“Come on, Y/n. Cum. Let it go,” he said.
You nearly screamed in euphoria, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Bucky came inside you then collapsed on you knocking the air out of your system momentarily. You pushed him off then practically ran to the bathroom to clean yourself up. 
Bucky came in you and you could feel the mixtures of both your cum dripping down your thighs. You were on the pill so you just cleaned yourself and quickly showered. When you came up Bucky had dressed himself and was writing stuff on a piece of paper; as if he hadn’t choked the shit out of ou and made you cum so hard you almost passed out. 
“I came up with a plan,” he said, so normally.
“Ok.”
“Look, Y/n-”
“This never happened. We don’t fucking like each other ok? If you tell goddamn soul I will rip you apart limb by limb.”
“Then you can’t tell anyone either,” he pushed.
“As if I’d tell anyone about this.”
“Are you that repulsed by me? Admit it! That the best sex either have had, probably ever.”
“Enough, Bucky. We hate each other.”
“But-”
“James, stop!” you yelled, quieting Bucky.
“Fuck you,” he said walking out.
“The plan’s on the table, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said before going to sleep.
You breathed out heavily before grabbing the paper. There was little room to make mistakes but all in all it was a good plan. You went to your own bed seeing Bucky already asleep in the other. You turned off the light and prepared yourself for what was to come tomorrow.
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imaginesga1ore · 3 years
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Loves Harsh Reality
Summary: Life is a bitch.
Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader (all platonic)
Warnings: swearing, mention of past/current abuse
Prompt: “You want what everyone wants. You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure, and maybe even a little danger.”
Word Count: 1780
Do not copy, translate, or post any of my stories anywhere you write stories, whether that’s here, Wattpad, or Ao3.
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Life never treated you well. Not even when you were just an innocent child, trying to navigate your way in this terrible world. You were forced into a cold and unloving organization that was run by people who don’t really give a shit that you were only 2 when they stole you. They never treated you like a human, more like a laboratory experiment, which kind of went haywire. When you were brought in, the sleaze running this entire operation stripped you of everything you had so far, which was only a name you had just barely begun to learn, and they assigned you a number, much like a court case; experiment 973. And that’s what you went by for the next 23 years of your life.
The day you were rescued from that deranged and psychotic place was...hectic to say the least. It began like any other day while you were their little pet; get woken up at the ass crack of you don’t know when, test out your powers until you physically passed out and then get ungracefully woken again only to be forced to use your powers. This continues for hours on end before these assholes make you go fight actual people in hopes that you aren’t lacking in physical strength. You fight until bodies start piling up and when your sadistic handlers are satisfied with your progress, as if you haven’t they haven’t been training you to take down monsters bigger than Goliath himself. But something wasn’t right and you could feel it in the enclosed space of your cell.
While you normally had a rough awakening by someone poking, prodding, and eventually yanking you out of bed, nobody was there. In fact, there wasn’t even a peep from the cells neighboring yours. That was until you heard multiple gunshots and multiple bodies slumping against the floor. See, the thing about HYDRA is that they’ve trained you for this exact moment but every single ounce of training they’ve ingrained in your body and mind left the building completely as you hunkered down against the wall furthest from the thick, metal door barricading you from the outside world.
Suddenly, the door you were just measly standing behind came crashing down, dust from the unwashed floor rising. After the dust settled, you looked up to see the poster boy of HYDRA himself, the Winter Soldier. “Steve, I’ve got a live one here. Female, looks to be in her mid-20s,” he whispered into his ear piece. He slowly moved closer, putting his weapon away as he noticed your frail body shaking from fear. “У тебя все нормально? Я ведь не бил тебя дверью?*” Shaking your head, the soldier stopped in front of you, kneeling next to you. “Меня зовут Баки. Что у тебя?” Shrugging your shoulders, you made an attempt to look over at him. “That’s ok. How long have you been here?”
“двадцать три года*,” you said, a bit of hesitation in your voice, finding it hard to speak after decades of being punished if you spoke out of turn. As you finished speaking, you heard another voice, one which you assumed belonged to this Steve person.
“Хорошо. Стив дал мне добро, чтобы мы могли убираться отсюда,” Bucky said, standing back up on his feet. But you weren’t too sure about this. Along with your training, your handlers had pushed on you the notion that the Avengers, and anyone associated with them, were out to harm you, always, and that’s why you needed to be able to defend yourself.
“Ты ведь не сделаешь мне больно, верно? О-или убить меня,” you asked, clear hesitation towards the soldier who was about to grant you freedom from this hellhole.
Bucky looked at you with sympathy drawn over his features. Shaking his head, he gently grabbed your hands, a shiver traveling up your spine at the coolness from the vibranium arm. “Конечно, нет. Я вытащу тебя отсюда.”
-TIME SKIP-
It had been a few months since the Avengers had rescued you from HYDRA and you were beyond grateful that Bucky had stumbled upon you that day. But the fear that HYDRA had instilled in you about being near the Avengers was still running rampant in your system. Whenever someone knocked on your door, or came up behind you, your fight or flight instincts kicked in like that of an animal in the wild. You thought it’d be better by now, considering you have been going to therapy since coming to the compound. But today, all your frustrations came to a head.
You probably should’ve been in bed considering it was 4 in the morning but you needed to burn off some steam. What you failed to realize was that a certain super soldier was sitting in one of the boxes above the training center, watching your every move. But, him being a super soldier meant that he could pick up on more than you realized. Bucky had noticed that blood dripping onto the floor, which came from your terribly wrapped hands.
He knew you were on edge, but not like you were when he first got you out. By the time that you realized Bucky was in your presence, it was a bit too late. You felt a hand on your shoulder; two seconds later you had the body attached to the arm on the floor, your other arm extending towards their throat, keeping them pinned to the floor.
Once the haze cleared, you could tell who it was that you had down on the ground. “Buck? Oh my god.” Quickly pushing yourself off of him, you started pacing the gym floor. “Fucking shit. I am so sorry Bucky. I-I didn’t mean to do it. Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You kept rambling and pacing until Bucky stopped you, stepping in front of you to stop you from wearing a hole in the floor.
“I am fine, кукла. Are you ok? Your hands are bleeding.” Looking down, you saw the streaks of red coming out from under the tape on your hands. “Let’s go get you fixed up, ok?” Nodding, you followed Bucky out of the gym and towards the medical center. “So, what’s got you going at 4 in the morning anyway?”
“I couldn’t sleep. No matter what I tried. I even tried that tea Wanda suggested. By the way, don’t drink it. It tastes like dirt.” Bucky chuckled as you sat on a gurney, grabbing supplies from the cabinets. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t we wait for, you know, a doctor, or an actual medical professional to come in and do this,” you immediately questioned him.
“Do you seriously doubt my suturing skills? I did serve in World War II, so I’m pretty confident that I know my way around a needle and thread,” he said, carefully unraveling the useless tape from around your knuckles, taking a look at the damage. “Yeah, this’ll probably take a little bit, but don’t you worry, Dr. Barnes is always here to help.” Bucky smiled at you, calming your nerves the tiniest bit.
After prepping and numbing you properly, Bucky began stitching your open wounds shut. “So, do you wanna talk about why you couldn’t fall asleep? Talking might help, at least it usually does for me,” Bucky asked, not taking his eyes off his work in progress.
“I, uh, I keep having nightmares. They went away for a bit, when I could actually sleep for the night, but for some reason, they’ve come back,” you admitted quietly, almost like it was a dirty little secret.
“Well, you’ve only been here a few months so I wouldn’t expect your nightmares to just instantly go away. It took me a few years to actually get a good night's sleep with them waking me or anybody else up. So I know exactly how you feel,” he said, finishing up before wrapping your hands in sterile dressings. “And you are all set. Now, no excessive force, which includes going to the gym at 4 in the morning and working out like you are about to fight the Hulk.” You laughed lightly, shoulders loosening up.
“Why are you being so nice to me? I mean, you just stitched up my hands cause I got too into my own brain after I almost choked you when you could’ve just dropped me here and gone back to bed.” Tears filled your eyes once more, a thickening feeling surrounding your concerns.
Bucky sighed, gingerly sitting next to you on the gurney. “When I found you at the base, I knew it wasn’t going to be an easy ride for you. Or for anyone here really. Adding another member to the team can sometimes jostle things around. And I knew for a fact that you would feel like an outcast amongst some of the biggest heroes the world has ever seen...so far,” he said as you laid your head against his arm, wiping away the tears that had made their way down your face. “And I thought maybe, just maybe, if we became friends or even just acquaintances, that you wouldn’t feel so alone here. Cause I know exactly how that feels. And ever since coming here, I can see what I looked like when I was found; lost, felt like I didn’t deserve anything good or even deserving of love. But even though you hide it with a sort of tough exterior and you’re used to being trapped away, I can tell you something about yourself that you probably don’t even know,” Bucky said in a matter-of-fact voice.
“Oh yeah? What would that be,” you asked, quite curious as to what he may have found out.
“You want what everyone wants. You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure, and maybe even a little danger. Cause that’s exactly how I feel right now.” At some point, of which you weren’t sure, Bucky had hooked his fingers under your chin, turning your face up to meet his. Your eyes finally met his, capturing the look of a pure and innocent love in his icy stare. He slowly leaned down, but stopping right before your lips collided. “Is this ok?” Quickly nodding, Bucky pressed his lips to your own, cupping your face as your injured hands made their way to his sides.
Pulling back, Bucky rested his forehead against yours. “Never thought that this is how we would have our first kiss, doll,” he said, making you laugh which in turn caused him to chuckle. “But, I’m not at all opposed to it.”
“I’m glad. Now let’s get out of here. I’m tired.”
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1. У тебя все нормально? Я ведь не бил тебя дверью - Are you ok? I didn’t hit you with the door, did I?
2. Меня зовут Баки. Что у тебя? - My name is Bucky. What’s yours?
3. Это хорошо. Как давно ты здесь? - That’s ok. How long have you been here?
4. двадцать три года - 23 years.
5. Хорошо. Стив дал мне добро, чтобы мы могли убираться отсюда. - Ok. Steve gave me the go ahead so we can get out of here.
6. Ты ведь не сделаешь мне больно, верно? О-или убить меня? - You aren’t going to hurt me right? O-or kill me?
7. Конечно, нет. Я вытащу тебя отсюда. - Of course not. I’m going to get you out of here.
8. Кукла - Doll
If you see this on another blog, @multifandomwhre , that is my first blog where I submitted it to @sweeterthanthis “Quote Me” challenge. 
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peteysgf · 4 years
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𝗼𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗮 | 𝗽.𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿
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↳ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :  y/n is on a phone call and doesn't even realize that peters class is with him, and she does what she normally does with peter. (Couldn't come up with a better summary lmao)
↳ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : peter x Avenger/fem/gf reader
↳ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : y/n and peter are 17, profanity (watch your profanity)
↳ 𝐚/𝐧 : This came to me while I was drinking iced tea and reading field trip fanfics (They are seriously addicting).  So yea, hope you like it! I’m not quite fond of this one but whatever, hope you like it, feel free to critique and tell me what I can do better !
↳ 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : the "---" will be signaling the switching of Y/n and Peter's perspectives. (Does that make sense? It sounds like it doesn't.) 
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--Ok quick backstory, you were an avenger. You inherited your powers after you touched the power stone. So essentially, you basically are the power stone, but your not a stone because you are a human. You were one of the youngest avengers and were very popular among the teens. 1 because you were very powerful- like stronger than Wanda powerful- and 2 because you were really pretty. And when I mean pretty, I mean pretty. So naturally, Peter was very attracted to you. It was not even the fact that you were gorgeous but, it was the fact that your personality was incredible as well. All the avengers loved you, you were like their hot little sister. Although, Peter liked you more than the avengers did (winkity wonk). He asked you on a few dates and now you're boyfriend and girlfriend. Although no one knew.  Ned, MJ, and The Avengers being the only exception. They only found out because they caught you two kissing. They relentlessly and shamelessly teased the heck out of you two. Backstory over. Now on with your regularly scheduled programming :)-- 
It all started on Monday, when Peter told you that his class was having a field trip to the tower on friday. You were typing up a monthly report that you had to send to fury, so you weren't really paying attention.  
You just responded with, "really? that's cool or whatever." 
Peter gasped, "cool? that's COOL?!? It's not cool! everyone is going to embarrass the shit out of me!" 
You were multitasking so you only caught a bit of what he said. 
"No they're not, they have a quick 3 day mission to destroy that one hydra base that they found in the mountains or something like that."  
Peter let out a sigh of relief, "really?" 
"Mhm" you responded absentmindedly.
"Please don't embarrass me Y/n. I love you, and I know that it's kinda your job to embarrass me, but please." 
"Yea, sure, whatever you say Pete." Is all you responded with while typing away at your computer. But you being you, you forgot.
~Time skip to Friday~
Peter was on the bus and he wanted nothing more  than to disappear. The only thing that stopped him from jumping out a window was Flash.
Flash was saying things like, "I'm going to expose your fake internship Parker!" "Can't wait to meet your best friends the Avengers!" "We're finally going to meet your boss Tony Stark!"
If only Flash knew, that the Tony Stark was his father. Oh well, at least Flash would stop teasing him about the internship. Peter was hoping that he would be able to get through this field trip without having to reveal any secrets. Although, his parker luck had other plans... 
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You were on a phone call with Shuri, when F.R.I.D.A.Y told you that peter had entered the building. You were curious as to why he was here at 12:02 on a Friday afternoon. Nonetheless you continued your phone call with Shuri and decided you would go check on him in half an hour.
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Peter was relieved you helped him hack into F.R.I.D.A.Y's system and change his clearance level to one of a regular interns, and for it to say "Peter Parker" instead of "Peter Stark." He didn't want to explain to his class why he had access to the whole tower and was a Stark. Not yet at least. It had actually been a really good day so far. He texted his dad to find out that they were still on the mission, Flash stopped teasing him a bit after the majority of the interns and scientists recognized him, and he was relieved when F.R.I.D.A.Y had told him that you were on a phone call. Just when he thought that the rest of the day would go smoothly, he heard gasps from his classmates. He turned around only to find your beautiful self walk into the cafeteria they were at.
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You were still on the phone call with Shuri when you saw that Peter had walked into the cafeteria. You looked to your left and saw his lunch sitting there on the table. You sighed before you smiled to yourself and got up to go get him food in the cafeteria. Mr. Stark had given you unlimited access to all the food there because you always ended up getting food for Peter. Unfortunately, Peter didn't believe in eating 3 meals a day. He just ate whenever he was about to pass out of hunger or when you brought him food.
You decided to get him McDonald's. 1 because it was the first thing you saw, and 2 because Brenda, the girl who worked there, already memorized your order.
"Hey Y/n, the usual?" She asked in a cheery voice.
"You know it!" You said with a smile.
"Huh? No not you Shuri, I'm getting Peter food."
Brenda just smiled and started your order. It consisted of 5 cheeseburgers, 3 large fries, a large coke, two 20 piece chicken nugget boxes, and 3 Big Macs. Damn peter, you eat too much, You thought to yourself. Yet you still manage to look so fucking hot all the time. (You can't tell me you weren't thinking that too.)
Shuri was coming to the compound on Sunday and you had planned to work on upgrading the Avengers weapons. You, Peter, and Shuri were going to do that and hopefully brainstorm ideas for new weapons. You and Shuri were currently thinking of what you were going to need material wise, when Brenda handed you the bags of food. 
"Thanks Brenda!" You said before walking towards Peters direction.
You were so focused on the materials you were going to need, that you didn't notice the room of teenagers that were looking at you with their mouths wide open. How? I don't know. But you didn't.
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When you walked in, even Peter gasped. He had been dating you for 2 years, but he was still shocked by your beauty. He couldn't believe that you had actually taken interest in him, especially now. You were wearing a dark blue skirt with a black turtle neck and some black Vans slip-ons. He liked how you could turn a casual outfit into something really stunning. He looked around the room at all the shocked faces. Ned looked starstruck and even MJ had looked up from her book, which was a rare sight. He chuckled, before looking back at you. When he saw the food in your hands he smiled. He hadn't even realized he was that hungry.
He watched as you walked over, sat down next to him, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and gave him his food. You were still on the phone call with Shuri and he was listening in.
He heard Shuri on the other line, "Okay so give me the list of the material you don't have access to."
You tapped your Stark watch and read the materials from the hologram blueprints that you brought up. 
You turned to Peter to make sure you didn't forget anything, "Tell her to bring 11 gallons of molten vibranium." (Is that even possible? I searched it up, but all I got was how to measure a gallon 🤷🏽‍♀️)
"Oh of course! You heard that, right Shuri?" You asked.
"Yup, I think that's everything. Can't wait to see you on Sunday, bye!" and with that Shuri hung up.
"Damn, didn't even let me say goodbye" you said while turning to Peter.
"Hey hun" he said before kissing the top of your head.
The perks of him being 3 inches taller then you.
You stole a fry from him before saying, "Hi, so why are you here early babe? It's only 11:30 you should be at school."
"Oh my gosh I totally forgot about that." He then looked around while you looked confused. 
"Forgot about wha-" you stopped mid sentence as you finally saw what he was looking at. A class of 17 year olds was looking at the two of you with their mouths wide open.
Peter gulped, "looks like we'll have to tell them."
The initial shock of all the teenagers staring at you hadn't worn off yet so you just said, "oh sugar honey iced tea..."
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multifandomwhre · 3 years
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Loves Harsh Reality
Summary: Life is a bitch. 
Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader (all platonic)
Warnings: swearing, mention of past/current abuse
Prompt: “You want what everyone wants. You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure, and maybe even a little danger.” 
Word Count: 1780
Do not copy, translate, or post any of my stories anywhere you write stories, whether that’s here, Wattpad, or Ao3. 
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Life never treated you well. Not even when you were just an innocent child, trying to navigate your way in this terrible world. You were forced into a cold and unloving organization that was run by people who don’t really give a shit that you were only 2 when they stole you. They never treated you like a human, more like a laboratory experiment, which kind of went haywire. When you were brought in, the sleaze running this entire operation stripped you of everything you had so far, which was only a name you had just barely begun to learn, and they assigned you a number, much like a court case; experiment 973. And that’s what you went by for the next 23 years of your life.
The day you were rescued from that deranged and psychotic place was...hectic to say the least. It began like any other day while you were their little pet; get woken up at the ass crack of you don’t know when, test out your powers until you physically passed out and then get ungracefully woken again only to be forced to use your powers. This continues for hours on end before these assholes make you go fight actual people in hopes that you aren’t lacking in physical strength. You fight until bodies start piling up and when your sadistic handlers are satisfied with your progress, as if you haven’t they haven’t been training you to take down monsters bigger than Goliath himself. But something wasn’t right and you could feel it in the enclosed space of your cell. 
While you normally had a rough awakening by someone poking, prodding, and eventually yanking you out of bed, nobody was there. In fact, there wasn’t even a peep from the cells neighboring yours. That was until you heard multiple gunshots and multiple bodies slumping against the floor. See, the thing about HYDRA is that they’ve trained you for this exact moment but every single ounce of training they’ve ingrained in your body and mind left the building completely as you hunkered down against the wall furthest from the thick, metal door barricading you from the outside world. 
Suddenly, the door you were just measly standing behind came crashing down, dust from the unwashed floor rising. After the dust settled, you looked up to see the poster boy of HYDRA himself, the Winter Soldier. “Steve, I’ve got a live one here. Female, looks to be in her mid-20s,” he whispered into his ear piece. He slowly moved closer, putting his weapon away as he noticed your frail body shaking from fear. “У тебя все нормально? Я ведь не бил тебя дверью?*” Shaking your head, the soldier stopped in front of you, kneeling next to you. “Меня зовут Баки. Что у тебя?” Shrugging your shoulders, you made an attempt to look over at him. “That’s ok. How long have you been here?”
“двадцать три года*,” you said, a bit of hesitation in your voice, finding it hard to speak after decades of being punished if you spoke out of turn. As you finished speaking, you heard another voice, one which you assumed belonged to this Steve person. 
“Хорошо. Стив дал мне добро, чтобы мы могли убираться отсюда,” Bucky said, standing back up on his feet. But you weren’t too sure about this. Along with your training, your handlers had pushed on you the notion that the Avengers, and anyone associated with them, were out to harm you, always, and that’s why you needed to be able to defend yourself. 
“Ты ведь не сделаешь мне больно, верно? О-или убить меня,” you asked, clear hesitation towards the soldier who was about to grant you freedom from this hellhole. 
Bucky looked at you with sympathy drawn over his features. Shaking his head, he gently grabbed your hands, a shiver traveling up your spine at the coolness from the vibranium arm. “Конечно, нет. Я вытащу тебя отсюда.”
-TIME SKIP-
It had been a few months since the Avengers had rescued you from HYDRA and you were beyond grateful that Bucky had stumbled upon you that day. But the fear that HYDRA had instilled in you about being near the Avengers was still running rampant in your system. Whenever someone knocked on your door, or came up behind you, your fight or flight instincts kicked in like that of an animal in the wild. You thought it’d be better by now, considering you have been going to therapy since coming to the compound. But today, all your frustrations came to a head.
You probably should’ve been in bed considering it was 4 in the morning but you needed to burn off some steam. What you failed to realize was that a certain super soldier was sitting in one of the boxes above the training center, watching your every move. But, him being a super soldier meant that he could pick up on more than you realized. Bucky had noticed that blood dripping onto the floor, which came from your terribly wrapped hands. 
He knew you were on edge, but not like you were when he first got you out. By the time that you realized Bucky was in your presence, it was a bit too late. You felt a hand on your shoulder; two seconds later you had the body attached to the arm on the floor, your other arm extending towards their throat, keeping them pinned to the floor. 
Once the haze cleared, you could tell who it was that you had down on the ground. “Buck? Oh my god.” Quickly pushing yourself off of him, you started pacing the gym floor. “Fucking shit. I am so sorry Bucky. I-I didn’t mean to do it. Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You kept rambling and pacing until Bucky stopped you, stepping in front of you to stop you from wearing a hole in the floor. 
“I am fine, кукла. Are you ok? Your hands are bleeding.” Looking down, you saw the streaks of red coming out from under the tape on your hands. “Let’s go get you fixed up, ok?” Nodding, you followed Bucky out of the gym and towards the medical center. “So, what’s got you going at 4 in the morning anyway?”
“I couldn’t sleep. No matter what I tried. I even tried that tea Wanda suggested. By the way, don’t drink it. It tastes like dirt.” Bucky chuckled as you sat on a gurney, grabbing supplies from the cabinets. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t we wait for, you know, a doctor, or an actual medical professional to come in and do this,” you immediately questioned him.
“Do you seriously doubt my suturing skills? I did serve in World War II, so I’m pretty confident that I know my way around a needle and thread,” he said, carefully unraveling the useless tape from around your knuckles, taking a look at the damage. “Yeah, this’ll probably take a little bit, but don’t you worry, Dr. Barnes is always here to help.” Bucky smiled at you, calming your nerves the tiniest bit. 
After prepping and numbing you properly, Bucky began stitching your open wounds shut. “So, do you wanna talk about why you couldn’t fall asleep? Talking might help, at least it usually does for me,” Bucky asked, not taking his eyes off his work in progress.
“I, uh, I keep having nightmares. They went away for a bit, when I could actually sleep for the night, but for some reason, they’ve come back,” you admitted quietly, almost like it was a dirty little secret. 
“Well, you’ve only been here a few months so I wouldn’t expect your nightmares to just instantly go away. It took me a few years to actually get a good night's sleep with them waking me or anybody else up. So I know exactly how you feel,” he said, finishing up before wrapping your hands in sterile dressings. “And you are all set. Now, no excessive force, which includes going to the gym at 4 in the morning and working out like you are about to fight the Hulk.” You laughed lightly, shoulders loosening up.
“Why are you being so nice to me? I mean, you just stitched up my hands cause I got too into my own brain after I almost choked you when you could’ve just dropped me here and gone back to bed.” Tears filled your eyes once more, a thickening feeling surrounding your concerns. 
Bucky sighed, gingerly sitting next to you on the gurney. “When I found you at the base, I knew it wasn’t going to be an easy ride for you. Or for anyone here really. Adding another member to the team can sometimes jostle things around. And I knew for a fact that you would feel like an outcast amongst some of the biggest heroes the world has ever seen...so far,” he said as you laid your head against his arm, wiping away the tears that had made their way down your face. “And I thought maybe, just maybe, if we became friends or even just acquaintances, that you wouldn’t feel so alone here. Cause I know exactly how that feels. And ever since coming here, I can see what I looked like when I was found; lost, felt like I didn’t deserve anything good or even deserving of love. But even though you hide it with a sort of tough exterior and you’re used to being trapped away, I can tell you something about yourself that you probably don’t even know,” Bucky said in a matter-of-fact voice.
“Oh yeah? What would that be,” you asked, quite curious as to what he may have found out.
“You want what everyone wants. You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure, and maybe even a little danger. Cause that’s exactly how I feel right now.” At some point, of which you weren’t sure, Bucky had hooked his fingers under your chin, turning your face up to meet his. Your eyes finally met his, capturing the look of a pure and innocent love in his icy stare. He slowly leaned down, but stopping right before your lips collided. “Is this ok?” Quickly nodding, Bucky pressed his lips to your own, cupping your face as your injured hands made their way to his sides. 
Pulling back, Bucky rested his forehead against yours. “Never thought that this is how we would have our first kiss, doll,” he said, making you laugh which in turn caused him to chuckle. “But, I’m not at all opposed to it.”
“I’m glad. Now let’s get out of here. I’m tired.” 
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1. У тебя все нормально? Я ведь не бил тебя дверью - Are you ok? I didn’t hit you with the door, did I?
2. Меня зовут Баки. Что у тебя? - My name is Bucky. What’s yours?
3. Это хорошо. Как давно ты здесь? - That’s ok. How long have you been here?
4. двадцать три года - 23 years. 
5. Хорошо. Стив дал мне добро, чтобы мы могли убираться отсюда. - Ok. Steve gave me the go ahead so we can get out of here. 
6. Ты ведь не сделаешь мне больно, верно? О-или убить меня? - You aren’t going to hurt me right? O-or kill me?
7. Конечно, нет. Я вытащу тебя отсюда. - Of course not. I’m going to get you out of here.
8. Кукла - Doll
I will also be posting this on my other blog, @imaginesmcu. This is a very, very late submission to @sweeterthanthis ‘s “Quote Me” challenge. 
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morganclaire4 · 4 years
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“More Than Friends”
Part 2 of “Friends.....Maybe?”
Summary: Bucky finally mans up and confesses everything and has to ask for forgiveness.  
Warning: None
A/N: I finally decided to write the second part of this. And now I’m going to write another chapter of “Unexpected Gifts” 
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“I messed up big time.”
After putting you to bed and texting Steve, Bucky goes to the kitchen and cleans up everything. He puts all the food away. Of course, he can’t help but taste it while he does. Once he taste it, it only causes him to hate himself more.
“God, I’m such an idiot.” He says to himself as he puts a lid on the container.
He puts the dishes in the dishwasher then heads to his room. He gets to his room and his phone chimes with a notification. It was a message from Steve.
Steve honestly doesn’t want to know what Bucky means by his text, but he has a gut feeling it has something to do with Y/N. He shakes his head and types a response. He presses send then puts his phone away.
-What did you do?
Bucky goes on to explain what happened tonight and waits for Steve to answer. Steve never answers.
Over the next two days, Bucky doesn’t see you and he doesn’t try to look for you because he knows you don’t want to see him. What he doesn’t know is that you haven’t moved from the bed since he put you there.
The team gets back in the evening of the second day. Bucky is in the hanger to see everyone. Steve steps off the quinjet with an unreadable expression. Nat and Wanda are next. They both step off and glare at Bucky.
“Barnes, I swear if what you did is not undoable then so help me god.” Natasha’s words aren’t laced with venom.
Bucky can’t help but duck his head because he knows it’s the truth.
Nat and Wanda go inside the compound to find you. They find you exactly where Bucky left you two days ago.
You’re curled up in the bed with your back to the door. You hear the door open, thinking it’s Bucky trying to check on you, you throw a pillow towards the doorway.
“Hey, we haven’t done anything.” Wanda says as she walks into the room and joins you on the bed.
Under your eyes there is old mascara, where Bucky didn’t quite wipe it off enough. Your skin is pale and your eyes are bloodshot and puffy.
“Oh, love.” Wanda reaches over and pulls you into her.
You start to break down again. All the feelings of hurt, rejection, and so much more, all come crashing down on you.
The last two days, you just laid in your bed staring at the ceiling. You couldn’t cry or make yourself get up, you were numb.
Now, you were feeling everything. Nat joins you both in the bed.
“How about you go take a shower and get cleaned up then we will have a girl’s night? We can watch movies or do whatever you want.” Nat says looking over at you.
You turn your head towards her and nod.
“Ok then, go shower. Because not to hurt your feelings but you have a funk going on.” Nat and Wanda laugh
You can’t help but laugh with them. Nat and Wanda get up so you can get out of the bed. You slowly get up, your muscles protesting from a lack of use.
“Take as long as you need.” They smile.
You walk into the bathroom and shut the door. You look at yourself in the mirror for the first time since that night. You’re still in the dress you bought, but your earrings and necklace are missing and your makeup is half wiped off.
You know you didn’t do any of it, so you knew it had to have been Bucky. Your heart flutters just slightly at the thought of him being so kind to do those things, but it’s quickly fades and is replaced with heartbreak.
You aren’t too sure why you are heartbroken, it’s not like he knew your feelings or reciprocated them. You just wanted to be a friend to him, even if that’s all it was. Deep down, you knew you loved him, so if just being his friend was all you had, then that would be enough. You just never got the chance to even be his friend.
You turn away from the mirror and begin to strip. You through the dress into the small trash can in your bathroom. You don’t want it as a reminder of what happened.
You turn the shower on and let it warm up. In no time, the bathroom is covered with steam. You step into the steaming water and sigh in relief. Your body relaxes and relishes in the heat from the water.
Once Wanda and Natasha hear the water cut on, they get to work. They strip your bed of the covers and sheets you’ve been laying in for the past two days. Wanda puts on the fresh sheets and lights a few candles.
Natasha sends the old sheets to the laundry and starts to gather food. She orders your favorite sushi, she grabs ice cream, chocolate, and a bottle of wine or two. Natasha comes back to your room in a much better state than when she first arrived.
She puts all the food on your desk, and they wait for you to finish in the shower.
After what feels like hours in the shower, you turn the water off. You feel more human now that you’ve showered. You dry off and put on a big tshirt and pajama shorts. You towel dry your hair then exit the bathroom.
Your eyes land on the desk full of food and your stomach audibly growls. You all three laugh at the noise.
Wanda uses her power to bring the sushi over to you. You laugh a little more then climb into the bed. Wanda and Natasha sit on both sides of you. Nat turns on your favorite Disney movie, and you all dig in to the sushi.
Wanda brings over the bottle of wine. All three of you pass it around, but you seem to drink the most of it. By the end of the movie, you were more tipsy than Wanda and Natasha.
“Feel better?” Wanda asks.
You sigh and lay back. Tears start to well up in your eyes.
“To be honest.” You start. “Not really. I love you two, but I still feel like my heart has been ripped out.” Tears slip down your cheeks.
“It’s gonna be ok.” Nat says softly.
“Just give it some time.” Wanda rubs your arm.
“How am I supposed to get over him if he’s always around? I see him everyday.” You cry more. “Him and his beautiful blue eyes, his hair, and his hot body.” You sigh and cover your face with a pillow.
“I hate myself!” You groan into the pillow. “I didn’t want to fall in love with, but I did. I let him and his stupid metal arm worm his way into my heart.”
Natasha and Wanda share a look and have to keep from laughing at your alcohol filled words.
“And the thing is, I love him so much, if he apologized I would forgive him.” You move the pillow and look up at the pair of redheads. “You two probably think I’m crazy.”
“No, Y/N, you’re not crazy.” Wanda says. “I truly believe you can’t choose who you fall in love with. It just happens.”
“Is there any more wine or maybe something stronger?” You ask.
“I think I can finds us something.” Natasha gets up and goes to the kitchen.
Sam, Steve, and Bucky are all in the common room. Steve and Sam letting Bucky have it. Even if Bucky couldn’t see how you felt about him, everyone else could. That’s why everyone always told her to keep trying with him, hoping maybe one day he would finally give in.
“Guys, I get it! I know I was a terrible person to her.” Bucky sighs and lays his head back against the couch.
“Do you Barnes?” Natasha asks as she walks out of the kitchen with a bottle of vodka. “Because if you do, you better start finding a way to make it up to her. She is so in love with you that she would settle for just being your friend if you didn’t feel the same, but she would never tell you that.”
Bucky just stares at Natasha in complete shock. You were in love with him? Why? All the things he’d done in his past and the ways he treated you, how could you love him?
Nat just shakes her head before turning and going back to your room.
Bucky looks back at Steve and Sam. “What should I do?”
The guys start to come up with a plan to help Bucky make it up to you.
When Natasha walks back into your room, she finds you asleep on Wanda’s shoulder.
“What took you so long?” Wanda questions the Russian.
“I had to talk some sense into Barnes’ thick skull.” She says.
Wanda gets up from the bed, careful not to wake you. They gather up the trash from your girl’s night and quietly leave you to sleep.
They join the guys in the common room. The guys are still trying to come up with a plan.
“Maybe, I should just go talk to her.” Bucky says. “If I just tell her everything, maybe I cam fix this. Then if that doesn’t work, I don’t know.” Bucky stands up from the couch.
“She’s asleep.” Wanda stops him.
“Then I will talk to her first thing in the morning.” He sighs. Bucky decided to turn in for the night. 
He walks to his room, feeling like total crap. Bucky doesn’t even want to imagine what you feel like. 
Bucky has never had love. He was a ladies man in the 40s and there was definitely no love with Hydra. It was all foreign to him. The feeling he gets in his stomach when you do something for him, the affect your smile has on him, and so many other things, yet, he is a total jerk to you about everything. 
Bucky didn’t want to love you because he thought he was too broken. That he was beyond repair, but he couldn’t stop himself, so he thought if he made you hate him then it would be easier on himself. 
Bucky gets into his room and falls face first onto the bed. He groans into the mattress then rolls over. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you let me know when Agent Y/L/N is awake?” 
“Of course, Sargent Barnes.” The AI responds. 
Bucky gets up and gets ready for bed. He takes a shower then puts on only his boxers for bed. He settles in and forces himself to fall asleep. 
It’s well after midnight when F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice is heard in Bucky’s room. He is startled awake by her voice. 
“Sargent Barnes, Agent Y/L/N is awake and in the kitchen.” She says. 
“What time is it?” Bucky asks the AI. 
“2:36 a.m.” She answers. 
He groans as he rolls out of bed. He knows you probably don’t want to talk, but he has to. He has to get everything off his chest, and hopes you forgive him. 
He is about to leave his room when he remembers he is only wearing his boxers. He quickly rushes to slip on some sweat pants and a tshirt. 
He leaves his room and heads for the kitchen. He finds you searching through the medicine cabinet in the dark. 
“Crap!” You whisper yell as you knock over a few pill bottles. The team kept a cabinet filled with over the counter meds for normal everyday problems.
“Maybe if you turn on the lights, you can find what you’re looking for.” Bucky reaches to turn on the lights. 
“Do not turn on the lights!” You pear around the cabinet door. You knew it was Bucky by his voice. 
“Why? Because you don’t want to look at me or another problem?” Bucky questions as he walks over to you. 
“Both if you really want an answer, not that you deserve one.” You words are dripping with venom. 
“You are totally right, I don’t.” He says softly. 
You continue you search for the Advil not giving him any attention. He reaches over you and pull the bottle from one shelf above where you looking. Bucky hands you the bottle then turns to grab a water from the fridge. He hands you the bottle and watches as you take the pills. 
“Can we talk?” Bucky asks. 
You don’t want to say yes, but you also want to ask him why. “Sure.”
“Can I turn the lights on so we can talk?” He looks at you. 
“Why do we need the lights?” You groan. 
“Because I want to be able to see you clearly while we talk.” He flips the light switch. Bucky watches as you squeeze your eyes shut and grimace. After a few seconds, you open you eyes and let them adjust. 
You look at him and your expression softens involuntarily. You haven’t seen him in almost four days. 
“Y/N, let me just start with I’m sorry.” Bucky says. You scoff. “I don’t think I will ever be able to say that enough to make up for what all I’ve put you through.” He looks down at the ground. “I was a jerk to you because I was scared of my feelings.” He looks up at you and steps a little closer. “The first day I walked in here, I was drawn to you. But, I thought I was too broken to love anyone, so I pushed you away. I tried to make you hate me.” Bucky explains. You listen to him intently, not wanting to miss a word. 
“And I will never forgive myself for the other night. I went out to meet with my therapist and to come with a plan to tell you how I really feel.” Bucky reaches out to take your hand. 
You want to pull away, but his hand wraps around yours, and it feels right. 
“I love you, Y/N.” Your mouth falls open at his words, utterly shocked. “I didn’t realize it until the other night when I carried you out of the dining room, that all the feelings I have when you are around are because I love you.” 
He said it again, and you feel like you want to cry. “Bucky-” You try to find the words but you can’t. 
“I know you right now you probably can’t forgive me for everything that I did, but maybe one day you can? Can we start over? Maybe this time we can be friends?” He looks at you with eyes filled with hope. 
“Bucky, I think I’ve loved you since you got here, and even after everything you did I still love you. I don’t think I will ever stop.” You admit to him. “I can forgive you because I love you, but if you really mean it, that you love me. You have to promise me that you will never hurt me like that again.” You look up at him as tears slip down your cheeks. 
He pulls you into him and places his hands on your cheeks to wipe away the tears. “I promise, doll, I will never hurt you again.” 
Bucky leans down, his lips just inches away from yours. You lean up and close the small gap. Your lips meet and if sparks could fly they would be flying. The kiss is slow and gentle. 
Bucky pulls away smiling. He looks down at you as a smile crosses your lips.
“I love you, Y/N.” Bucky whisper before pecking your lips again. 
“I love you too, Bucky.”  
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Out of Time (Part 2)
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Summary:
The team goes back to the compound to debrief and find out the two super soliders may not be the only ones out of their time.
Warnings: mentions of death (but not major)
Gifs & images aren’t mine.
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The team had made into the new facility and agreed they’d meet back in the conference room, after having cleaned up and had some nourishment, to debrief and discuss the findings from the intel Nat and Tony got a hold of.
Steve was currently sitting on the edge of his bed when he pulled out a small letter box, containing copious amounts of envelopes, cards, a few small passport sized photos and some smaller scrap paper with sketches on them.
He had ran his finger over the sorted envelopes and plucked one out at random.
Steven Grant Rogers
He looked at his name and brushed his thumb over the cursive writing.
He hadn’t looked through this box often since being out of the ice and since the death of Peggy.
But today made him do it. The shocking revelation that someone else from his past may still be living and still in her youth, like he and Bucky, made him question how and why he hadn’t even looked into finding out what happened.
Shaking his head at the thought he opened the aged envelope carefully and saw the small note in her handwriting.
Thank you for your service Capt.
You got our boy back, along with many others.
I knew you’d do great things, didn’t I?
Steve could almost hear her let out a giggle as she was writing this. He remembered she said he’d be great.
She always believed in me. He thought as he finished the letter
Don’t ever think I’ve forgotten about you two.
Hope you haven’t forgotten about lil ole me.
I do recall you boys saying you wouldn’t, so I’m expecting a response this time “Cap.”
Stay safe, take care of eachother and remember,
We’re routing for you here in Brooklyn.
Go be the man I knew you’d be.
Love,
Vi
She was the only one that knew who he was, outside of those he fought alongside with, the scientists who conducted the experiment and the government officials who had access to his files at the time.
Wow he thought.
All this time and he still felt warm after reading one of her letters.
She always showed kindness to the skinny boy from Brooklyn. Never once did she treat him any differently, or favour Bucky over him. She was always fair and she always had faith in them.
He flipped the paper over to see if anything else had been written and he almost broke down
P.s.
When you come back, make sure you bring Miss Carter with you.
I’d love to meet the woman you’re so head over heels for.
xooo
Steve had forgotten he made the promise to always come back and see you. It didn’t matter if he and Bucky were sick and dying. They made that promise but not even they could’ve prepared for the events which had took place many decades ago.
He had also forgotten that he mentioned Peggy to her and so reading the letter brought so many emotions he wasn’t ready to face yet.
This was sent before Bucky fell off the train, before he went under yet he didn’t even have any recollection of getting anymore letters from her after.
He had placed it back in its envelope and was going to open another when F.R.I.D.A.Y come over the houses system
Captain, Mr Stark has asked that I send out a reminder to everyone to make way to the debriefing room.
“Thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y. I’ll be on my way”
I shall notify mr stark and the others who are already in the room.
And with that, Steve closed the box and put it under his bed before releasing a gust of air and exiting his room.
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“Ok. Lay it on me.” Nick had come in to hear the mission report once the team had returned.
“Well we all know Taskmaster and his goons have been making headway over the last few months” Said Natasha as she placed the image of the man on the holographic projector.
“Well there’s been talk of him opening a training institution.” Tony took over as he stood to meet agent Romanoff on the opposite side of the table.
“Taskmaster?” This was visions turn to ask who this character was. The other members had encountered him or heard about the man from previous missions and various connections on the ground. Vision hadn’t been present for those times and had accompanied Wanda to this particular meeting since they may need their help in the future.
“He’s a bit of an oddball, I’d say. Sometimes good, sometimes bad but it’s now just mostly bad.” Shrugged Nat as she thought about saying he was a double agent of some sort but that might be hypocritical to her and he also favoured committing crimes, receiving rewards, instead of helping others like she is now doing.
“He basically caters to the highest bidder and seeing as the bad guys are the ones with the most capital, why not market to them?” Came Nick’s summary. He had been sitting back in his chair and watching the holographs each time they changed, soaking it in.
“Anyways, the intel we gathered showed locations of some of these institutions and some even had how many were enrolled and names.” Tony said as he made the map bigger and began singling out the known locations they were able to retrieve from the mission.
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“There was also a list of which of those students have been traded, or their services sold to other evil organisations.” Nat spoke up as she pointed to another list tony had shared infront of everyone.
"What we’re slightly more interested in is his accomplice.”
“They call her mainly things...”
“There’s Countess V, Lady Lila, or Commander V.”
Tony and Natasha were going back and forth explaining the basics of the accomplice in question.
“How’s it gone from V to Lila? And what’s the V stand for” Sam asked raising his finger slightly to indicate he had a question. He wasn’t the only one confused on the name change.
“From what we gathered, Lila is German for purple and it seems that people that have encountered her always mention seeing her eyes turn purple. They would draw people in and put them in hypnotic trance”
“and there had been mentions in some old compromised S.H.I.E.L.D record of a “project v” where the patient also had the visible mutation of purple irises.”
“Does that answer your question Mr Wilson?” Tony’s voice came out a bit snippy causing Sam to put his hands up in surrender. Tony caught on his attitude wasn’t needed and gave Sam a look which said sorry. Sam gave back a slight nod, acknowledging the silent apology. They were all tired and wanted to be done with this so he understood it came out harsher than intended.
“We can only assume that means she possesses the ability to manipulate others which is threatening to the government and other officials if she’s deciding on which jobs to take like Taskmaster makes his decisions.” Being able to access codes and data only to give them to an enemy of the nation or state for some cash was enough to put anyone on edge, especially sine they’ve only go found out about this woman, and that she’s working for an entitled criminal.
“She was last time-stamped back in the 40’s, around the same time Mr Barnes was presumed dead, as a missing person, yet here she is now” The team knew that it was tough to mention that period in Bucky’s life but Nick knew it was important for emphasis.
“What does this person look like?” Wanda sounded. She had heard of the project back when sh was being tested on along with her brother, yet no one had an image in their heads of who project V was or the full extent of their powers, just that they were using the same methods and the serum they extracted from her at some point to test on others.
Only problem was that everyone was different and so everyone present different powers or enhancements that didn’t seem to be fully connected with all of hers.
Nick stood from his chair and made way to where agent Romanoff and Stark were standing.“May I?” He asked Tony when referring to using the device to retrieve the photo.
“By all means” Tony has stepped back as Nick put in his credentials for the database.
“We found this image under a file left open from a hydra agent working undercover.” He pushed the holographic image to the rest of the team, it rotating in the center of the table
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At the sight of the image, both Steve and Bucky stiffened and the team turned to look at the two
It’s her, they both thought.
“I can assume you know this face?” The team kept watching the two men and wondered if the person that caused them to freeze on the roof during the mission was her.
“She was a friend.” Uttered Bucky. He had turned his head down at the thought of seeing her face again. Hs doesn’t know why, but he’s felt like he’s seen her before. Maybe his memory was still foggy. He was probably hallucinating is what he thought when he attempted to recall whether or not it was a true memory or false.
Even with the help of Shuri and the Wakandan doctors, they just weren’t able to unlock certain areas of his momery like they were able to get rid of the trigger words he was once controlled by.
They had suggested getting help from Wanda but he was apprehensive until now. Maybe this was the push he needed to try and fill in more gaps.
“She lived in the same building as me before they injected me with the serum when I got enlisted... I thought she’d be much older, or dead.” Steve face was scrunched up in confusion at the revelation that his first lo- well the first person he’s felt deeply for, was still alive, or at least he thought she was the same person as he remembered.
“Well it seemed that the same doctor that experimented on Steve, Dr Erskine, had a hand in this but stopped once he realised they were doing this for the wrong reasons.”Nick was leaning over the table and bring up more documents they had found or were able to retrieve.
The more documents brought up, the more the two soldiers figured the person they thought they knew probably wasn’t all she had been. This was something big to Nick also, it seemed he was deeply invested if he was willing to look for all these documents and translations that he was providing.
“So this was before Steve?” Clint asked looking at Natasha who had kept her head down.
“Not exactly. The project was a round the same time as Steve and from what we gathered, she was one of the few that passed all the tests they had set out.” Tony explained.
Nick watched as Natasha remained with her eyes down. She was playing it off as if she was looking at the files. She knew something. Nick thought as he moved his eyes off of her to look around the room.
This was something that they hadn’t expected or accounted for since they thought they had dealt with the remaining hydra super soldiers and had gotten the twins. There were no other mentions of past experiments dating back before (or during) Steve or Bucky that they were aware of, yet here she was.
Hydra was good at keeping secrets and it seemed once they exposed their infiltration in government agencies, that all hell broke loose.
“My thing is how was she able to stay under the radar for so long? Surely she would’ve made a mistake along the way.” Tony said. His posture straightened and hand under chin, contemplating how it was possible they’d have another enhanced that was supposedly younger than Steve and Bucky, yet they’re only just discovering her existence.
“And that’s why it’s concerning” Nicks voice was still monotonous but his body language displayed different.
He was tense and confused. The others were as well.
“Seems like you two weren’t the only ones that made it into the 21st century then.” Came from Sam as he kept looking at the woman on the screen. He and everyone else were at a loss for words.
The two soldiers looked at eachother and back at the picture of the woman they once knew.
How? Was the main question running through everyone’s head.
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The Burning Question
Summary: You and Bucky play a game while everyone else is away.  It ends different then either of you expected. 
Warnings: Dirty talking, cursing, adult topics, TONS OF FLUFF. 
If this gets popular, I wrote stories that continue from this, so if you like it, I will post the others!  This also my first fanfic, so let this get popular!  
Word count: 3k
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You had become an avenger two years ago.  You were discovered by Tony Stark during one of the Avengers missions.  They had infiltrated a HYDRA base that kept popping on the Avenger's radar for the high temperatures that were emitting from the building.  You volunteered to be experimented on since you had no friends and no family, and you thought you had nothing else to live for so why not be experimented on.  HYDRA put a serum in you similar to the Winter Soldier's but you also got the power to control fire.  You could fly, breathe and control fire to your will, and also had enhanced speed, agility, strength and fighting skills.  Tony, Nat, Steve and Bucky discovered you in an ice bath since you could overheat from your powers.  They immediately rescued you and nursed you back to health and trained you to become an Avenger.   
During the process, you had become close friends with everyone, especially with Nat, Steve, Sam and Peter.  You also developed feelings for Bucky since the moment he rescued you.  You loved everything about him, physically and emotionally.  But you didn't want to tell him fearing that it might damage the relationship you had with him.  After hiding it from him for two years, you knew you had to tell him soon.  And today seemed like the right time to.
Today was proving to be as boring as ever.  It was pouring outside, and you could hear the thunder from your bedroom.  You left the windows open because you always liked to look at the lighting, how it looked so chaotic, yet graceful.  You had your hair messed up, flayed out all over you and you were wearing a thin oversized T-Shirt and pretty revealing shorts.  You were sitting on your bed listening to music at 10pm when you heard something.  You could barely hear it and weren't sure if you were hallucinating, so you ignored it.  Then you heard the sound again, this time louder and realized someone was knocking at your door.
"Come in!" you shout over the music.  
Then a certain Super Soldier enters the room, in a white T-shirt and boxers.  His hair was lying on his shoulders, messy as always.  He leaned against the door for a minute, clearly unsure if you wanted him to enter or not.  You and him were friends, but not as close as you wanted to be though.  You talked during missions and when you and him were in the same room, but Bucky never just wanted to come into your room.  
"May I come in?" he asked.
"Oh yeah sure sorry!  Here, come sit!"  Then he plopped down on your bed.  
"Whatcha doin?" 
"Listening to music, there's nothing to do since nobody is here," you answer.  All of the Avengers were out.  Tony, Wanda, Sam, Vision and Clint left last week to go out on a mission in Wakanda and they weren't going to be back for another month.  Steve and Nat went on a separate mission a few days ago to Budapest to follow a lead they obtained on Brock Rumlow, and they were going to arrive the day before the other team came back.  Peter was still in school in Queens and spring break started on the day Steve and Nat were getting back, and he wasn't going to waste anytime in Queens.  He was coming straight up to the Compound.
"Yeah, pretty boring being all alone." he responded.
Suddenly, you have an idea, the best idea you have ever had.  You realized you and Bucky were alone, so this was the perfect time to tell him.  But you didn't want to tell him flat out, so through a game, like 50 questions, would be creative, fun and a lighthearted way to tell Bucky exactly how you felt.
"Hey I have an idea, do you want to play a game?  Since there's nothing else to do." you ask as you turn off your music.
Bucky becomes interested.  He only had short conversations with you, but he likes spending time around you.  So what better way to do that then play with you.
"Sure.  What did you have in mind?"
"Wanna play fifty questions?"
"Sure.  What are the rules?"
"Well, the rules are pretty simple.  You basically ask the person a question about anything, from personal to weird to funny.  The game is supposed to let you learn more about the other person.  The only major rule is that if you're unable to answer a question, you have take off a piece of clothing."  You smirk after you finish explaining.  Bucky lets out a quiet chuckle.
"I might be naked by the end of this, Y/N,"  Bucky sighs.  "Do you wanna go first?"
"Sure," you said.  "What's your favorite color?"
"Black.  What's your favorite animal?" he asks.
"A snow leopard.  Your favorite song?" you respond.
"Probably September by Earth, Wind and Fire."  he answers with a laugh.
"I can see why," you chuckle.
Bucky smiles back at you, partly annoyed.
"Oh, be quiet doll." he scolded playfully.  You blush at the nickname since he has never called you "Doll" before and you also think it's cute.  You think Bucky doesn't notice the slight shades of pink spread out on your cheeks, but he does and thinks it's adorable.
"What's your favorite movie?" he continues.
"5 Feet Apart.  If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you go?" 
"Romania seems pretty cool, with all of the castles and vampires and stuff."  Then out of nowhere, he tries to scare you.  It doesn't work since you are very hard to stare, but you just laugh at his foolish attempt while he sighs in embarrassment. 
"Go before I laugh any harder." you say, trying to stop yourself from laughing too much.
He giggles before he asks you his question.
"If you could live in any decade, which would you choose?" he asks.
"Either the 40's or 80's.  They seem like interesting decades," you answer.
"Any other reason for the 40's?" he smirks at you and raises his eyebrows.  You give him a glare in return, but that was one of your reasons for choosing that decade.  But you were definitely not going to tell him.
"Screw you Barnes!" you hit him playfully on his right arm and he doubles over in pain, obviously faking it. 
"Oh the pain!  The pain!  How could you do this to me?  I thought we were friends!" he howls.
"I thought you were the Super Soldier, not a baby," you tease him.  Then he lets out a laugh and sits back up again.
"It's your turn." he reminds you.
"Oh sorry.  Umm...  how old were you when you had your first kiss?" you ask.
He gives you that smirk again, just to mess with you.
"Any reason for that question, doll?" he asks.
"Answer my question, then I'll answer yours."
"Fine," Bucky sighs.  He looks down as he answers you.  "I was ten.."
You were shocked at first, but then gave him an applause.
"Wow, I know you are a ladies man, but dang man!  The ladies love you." you tease him.  He does a little bow and then laughs.
"How old were you?"
"I never had mine," you say.
Bucky got confused.  Why wouldn't you out of all people never have your first kiss?  You were smart, beautiful and amazing.  Any guy would be lucky to have their first kiss with you.
"What? Why not?" he asks, clearly confused.
"You can't ask two questions in a row, Bucky," you said, clearly trying to piss him off. 
He looks down, trying to compose himself.  Then he lifts his head up slowly, and looks at you with puppy dog eyes.  It's as if he is looking into your soul and you can't help but me mesmerized.
"Please?"  He begs like a kid asking for candy.
"You know I can't refuse those pretty eyes," you smile back at him.  Bucky blushed and laughed in return.
"Well, I just never found the right person, ya know?  Also, I don't think my powers will help that much."  You stop and you flick your hand like a match and your hand lights on fire.  Bucky and yourself sit there, in a trance by the fire in your hands.  You put the fire out with another wave of your hands.
"Ok Bucky, my turn.  Who is your celebrity crush?" you ask mischievously.  You knew Bucky was a very private person and was most likely to not answer, so the thought of him undressing in front of you was making your stomach do flips.  Bucky stares at you, in awe that you asked him that.  He rolls his eyes and looks at you.
"You went there," he said.
"Oh I did," you quip.
He sits there, knowing you want him to take off his shirt.  But he was a very determined person and knew he wasn't going to be naked before you were.
"I'm not going to undress that quickly doll, but good try." he adds, and you both share a quick laugh before he continues.  "Look, I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone, especially Sam.  Steve doesn't even know this."
"Well, I'm honored Bucky and I won't break your trust," you mock.
He looks down again and starts to blush.  "Scarlett Johansson," he mumbles.
"Awww!!" you say.  "That's adorable!"
"Yeah, yeah," he rolls his eyes.  "Who is yours since you wanted to know mine so badly?" he adds with a smirk.
You groan in annoyance and Bucky looks at you, thinking he has this in the bag, but he knew you were a fighter and you would never give up that easily.  
"You little shit," you groan.  Bucky just sits there, smirking at you. 
"It's Sebastian Stan.  Just don't tell anyone Buck, please?" you beg.  He smiles at the nickname.  Only Steve called him that, and hearing it come from your mouth was refreshing.
"I promise I won't, doll.  I'm not that type of person.  Your turn again."
"Why did you come to my room?  And why did you choose to stay and play?  Normally, me and you aren't the closest of friends and you aren't the most talkative person.  I don't mean to sound rude.  But it's nice talking to you and being able to have a conversation that lasts more than five minutes.  I love learning more about you and seeing this side of you." you say and you blush at the last sentence.  
Bucky has to sit and think for a second about what he is going to say.  
"Well, there are a few reasons.  For starters, I couldn't fall asleep and I knew you were awake since I heard the music playing.  Second, we have been alone here for a few days and it's nice to have someone other than Steve to talk to about everything.  Third, you are my friend and I would never refuse you.  And lastly, I enjoy spending time with you and being around you in general."  he answers, slightly embarrassed.  You blush at the fact that he likes being around you and talking to you.  
"Aww, thanks Bucky." you gush. 
"Anytime, doll," he said.  He paused for a few seconds and started to smirk.  Then the smirk turned into a smile which turned into a chuckle.  A few moments later, he started laughing uncontrollably.
"You good there?" you questioned him.
"Yeah, I'm fine.  I just came up with a question I know you won't answer.  Haha!"
"Oh god.  Just say it." you sigh with a roll of your eyes.
"Ahh, ok.  Out of everyone on the team, who would you like to hook up with the most?" he asks and then starts laughing again.  Your mouth drops in disbelief.
"You asshole!" you shout.
Bucky keeps laughing, unphased at what you called him.       
"C'mon, you gotta answer, unless," he adds with a sly look at the end.  
"Fine, you win." you sigh and you start to put your hands under your shirt.  
Bucky rubs his hands together and licks his lips.  You take off the T-Shirt, revealing a black, lacy bra underneath.  Bucky stares at you, but in a completely different way.  He isn't looking at you like he normally does.  This time, he eyes you with lust.  His eyes burn into yours and side back down to your chest, eyeing you like you are his last supper.  He bites his lip and it sends a shiver down your spine.  He stares at you for a while, like he is under a spell and you start to mess with him.  You move your hands, playing with your hair and then slowly move them down from your neck to your chest.  He licks his lips again and moans quietly so you don't hear the satisfaction leaving his lips.  
"Like what you see, Buck?" you ask with an edge of seduction in your voice.  Bucky realized what he is doing and has to snap out of it.  He doesn't want to make the moment uncomfortable so he plays it off like nothing happened.
"Huh? What? Oh yeah, I'm good.  Was that your question?" he asks with a hint of sarcasm.
You knew he didn't hear what you asked him, knowing well that he was checking the crap out of you.  But, you secretly enjoyed him looking at you like this.
"I guess," you said.  "It's your turn again."
"What body part do you like the most on me?" he slyly asked.
"Well, to be honest there are a few," you reply.
"Care to share?" he said, interested in what you had to say.  
You had a ton of favorites, but your favorite was the one you would never tell him.
"For instance, your beautiful blue eyes.  Your amazing smile, your silky hair.  Your protective arms, mostly the metal one," you add and you notice little patches of pink popping up on the Winter Soldier's face.  "Your god-like abs and strong pecks and those thighs of betrayal."
You both laugh at the name of his thighs.  Bucky mostly notices the fact of how unashamed you are, and it definitely makes his heart flutter.  
"I'm glad you noticed them," he says, patting his thighs with pride.
"Well, I mean how could I not?  They are so big and they bulge out of your pants.  Sometimes I think they might rip!" you laugh.
Then, another devious question forms in your head.  You knew Bucky has a history with the ladies, and you knew he would never in a million years answer the question about to leave your lips.  You start to laugh, this time super loudly.  You roll back on to your pillows and curl up into a ball.  
"Oh, I have a great one!" you say, laughing at the same time.
"Don't be so sure," he said.
"Oh but I know you won't.  Hehe.  How many girls have you hooked up with and out of all of them, how many have you regretted?"  You are barely able to ask the question as you can't stop yourself from laughing.  
You look up and see Bucky giving you the death glare, and it makes you laugh even more.  He sighs and gets up, standing on the end of the bed.  He bit his lip at you again, and then you see his fingers glide along the hem of his shirt.  Then his fingers went underneath the shirt.  As he pulled off his shirt, he grunted and looked back at you.  As he was standing at the end of the bed, you thought this was a dream.  You couldn't believe he was standing there half naked.  
He looked like a living sculpture, his body chiseled to perfection.  Each muscle on his body was a work of art.  His abs were the first thing that caught your eyes, they looked to good to be real.  Your eyes lingered there for a bit and then moved up to his right arm, which had veins peeking out.  His arm was so big and it looked bigger than the metal one, and that was saying something since you knew how powerful that was.  You stared at his body for an uncomfortable amount of time and Bucky liked how your eyes lingered at each part of his body.  You can feel your skin burn up and have to breathe to try to cool yourself off.  Then Bucky did something he would have never done in front of any other girl.  He started to flex all of his muscles.  He made sure you looked at all of them, even the ones you didn't notice.  You cheered him on, clapping whenever he posed at a different angle or whenever he moved.  
"Welcome to the gun show doll!" he announced.
"Woohoo!  Yeah Buck, work it!" you cheered.  You both laughed and he continued to bulge out his muscles.  He stops when you throw your shirt at him and usher him to get back on the bed.
"Did ya like the show, doll?" he asks, clearly knowing you enjoyed the hell outta that.
"Was that your question, Barnes?"
"No, but just answer," he sighs.
"Oh yeah, I definitely enjoyed that.  It made my day for sure." you said, completely honest and shameless.
"I knew you would," Bucky blushes and bites his lip, which causes your cheeks to burn up and blush again.
"Ok, my turn.  Who is your closest friend on the team?" Bucky asks.
"After tonight, it's you, Bucky.  I don't know too much about anyone else, but after learning more about you and spending time with you, you earned that spot."
"Thanks doll," he said.
"Anytime, Bucky Barnes," you reply.  Bucky blushes at the fact that you called him by his full name.  It sounds like honey coming out of your lips.  "Your turn, Y/N."
"Who is your crush?" you ask, praying to god he would say you.
Bucky blushes at the question.  He liked you for the longest time that liking you was clearly an understatement.  He loved you.  He loved you to the moon and back.  It was so obvious to everyone on the team, but you failed to notice.  He liked since the moment he laid eyes on you, those two years ago when you were laying in the ice bath.  He wanted to tell you the moment he saw you, but he wasn't the best with words and didn't know how to.  He also didn't want to put your relationship at risk so he hid it from you.  But he wasn't the best at doing so.  He often made little gestures or said certain things to hint at it.  But now he knew it was the time to tell you.
"You, Y/N.  It's been you since the moment I saw you.  I knew you were special and the one I was meant to be with.  You have no idea how hard it has been keeping it from you.  You make me feel more alive then I have in years.  You make me feel so happy and amazing.  And I know whenever I'm with you I feel this way.  You have no idea how fucking amazing, smart and beautiful you are and I wish you saw yourself the way I see you."  He was looking down as he said this with his eyes closed.  He was too embarrassed to look at you and you were fine with it.  You were smiling so hard your cheeks were hurting.  You were crying tears of happiness, but your cheeks felt like they were on fire, so no tears were showing up on your skin.  But then Bucky continued what he was saying.
"But I understand if you only want to be friends.  I respect that and it's totally coo-" 
You lean into him, grab his chin and pull his lips into yours. You latch on to his lips and give him a searing and passionate kiss.  You poured all of your feelings for him into it so he knew exactly how he felt.  Everything around you guys dissolved into thin air.  You and Bucky felt like you were in heaven and you both didn't want to leave.  You couldn't believe how soft and plump his lips were and they felt amazing against yours.  You kissed forever, but you and him were running out of air and had to break the kiss.  As you separate, you can feel steam radiating off of you.  You looked into his eyes and saw something you had never seen before.  You saw happiness and joy, something that was new to you and you blushed even harder.  
Bucky felt the best he felt in a long time.  He was trying so hard to not jump up and do a happy dance.  As he looked back at you, he felt warm, loved and cared for, something different and he loved it.
"So, how was your first kiss?" he asked, trying to be funny.  You laugh at his comment.
"It was magical, special and something I will never forget.  You are the best, you know that?" you gush.  Bucky stares at you and doesn't want to look away, fearing he might lose you.
"I love you."
You stare at him, completely in shock at the words that left his mouth.  You have to rewind the moment in your head to realize he actually said that.  His words catch you both by surprise and he sits there with regret written all over his face.
"I am so sorry, doll.  I just got caught up in the moment," he rambles.  "I shouldn't have said that, it's way too soon.  You don't have to respond or say it back, I completely unders-"
He gets cut off again as you put your finger on his lips to shut him up and it works like a charm because he went dead silent.  You place your other hand on his head and run your fingers through his hair.  He loves when you do this and you earn a small groan out of him.  You both stare at each other intensely, taking in every feature on your faces.  You notice how beautiful his icy blue eyes are while he takes in your joyful smile.  
"I love you." you reply.
Bucky had to do a double take himself because he couldn't believe you said it back to him.  He looked at you with hope and pride and he smiled.  He was overjoyed that you said those three special words to him and it made his heart soar.  Bucky was over the moon that the girl he had fallen for loved him too.
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mymymarvel · 4 years
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Sweet Girl
My Girl Series Part 4 (Series Masterlist)
Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader
Summary: After a mission gone wrong* you try to cheer up your now girlfriend Wanda
*the mission is kinda like the one in the beginning of Civil War but all you really need to know that there was an underground crime organization that the avengers came to fight off in a country with a suppressive government
Warnings: angsty but fluff in the end, bby Wands is struggling with trauma from Civil War
Words: 1610
A/n: Im getting a little political in the middle lol im sorry but those are probably the things I would’ve said to Wanda in Civil War, I mean yeah sure Steve is right you cant save everyone and all that but there was more to the situation and it really wasn’t our babys fault ☹
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She messed up big time, again.  Its not like this sort of mission has not gone wrong before and there were times she was able to handle it better but today everything went south.
That one slip up of hers caused the entire operation to fail and Wanda was frustrated to say the least. She knew you never could save everyone. She had learned that the hard way and it took time to except it, yet she had her bad days, when those lost lives where harder on her than usual.
The witch tried so hard to right her wrongs. To be the hero and make up for her misjudgment under HYDRA but it was almost impossible when people only ever saw when she messed up. All she was to them was a monster, a freaky experiment that brought death upon the innocent. It was like Lagos all over again. The government of the country they were trying to help was shredding her to pieces again, the people riling behind their leader, afraid and angry.
The only thing that helped this time was you, her girlfriend. Usually after bad missions Wanda would retreat to her room, soak in a hot bath to calm her nerves and hide under her blankets until she struggled through her anxious thoughts alone. But you wouldn’t let her.
After she returned to the compound she was greeted with a comforting hug, a quick kiss, and your calming presence. After a quick shower, you made sure she wouldn’t take to long for her thoughts to start spiraling, you were seated on her bed with two mugs of tea.
With a soft look on your face you coaxed her under the comfy blankets, she snuggled closer to you as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer, your sweet scent easing her mind just a little bit faster.
Sipping on the hot lavender flavored brew, you explained the purple flower was said to have a soothing effect on the mind and body, she closed her eyes and tried to focus on your steady heartbeat to distract her racing thoughts. Even when you started to play with her hair and let your fingers glide over the back of her neck gently, like she always does when your are laying on her chest, she couldn’t tear her mind from the haunting mission.
You seemed to notice her absent consciousness and started to ease her with your words. “I can only begin to imagine how hard this is on you,” you started in a soft voice, your mouth moving close to the side of her head. “But you have to believe me, trust me when I tell you this now;” There was a pause and Wanda nodded her head in silent agreement, waiting for you to continue.
Pulling her just a little closer your soft voice never lost its comfort but gained a certain seriousness, “Not everything they say about you is to hurt you.” The witch was a little confused but waited for you to go on. “They had already a big underground crime syndicate operating in their country, the government is barely able to justify their suppressive reign over their people. They had to find a common enemy, an outside threat to keep their people under control.”
Taking a deep breath, you continued your explanation; “Oppressive governments keep their power by creating a dangerous outside threat to distract from the crumbling structure on the inside. Sadly, this time they choose you, but you have to know you did all you could. You did nothing wrong.”
Wanda shook her head a little, she got where you were coming from, yet it was hard to believe you when she had a whole country and their people saying otherwise.
You turned her head with your hands gently, cupping her cheeks you tipped your forehead to hers, closing your eyes. “Its hard to see the bigger picture if all you can see are the lives that were lost but this is not your fault. They try to paint you as the villain for their own gain, it’s just dumb politics and power games, that shit happens.”
The brunette felt your sincerity deep in her heart and your words did help a little, this was a perspective she never really considered before, yet there were still pictures of faces flashing through her mind, reminding her of every time she was too late to save someone.
Soft lips touched hers for a brief moment, but you never pulled away too far. Your thumb traced carefully over her cheekbone, she closed her eyes and leaned into your warm wand. Closing her eyes, she felt the slightest of pressure on her left eyelid first, then her right, your lips touching her skin delicately, her heart beating heavy at your gentleness.
She opened her eyes after a minute of thoughtful silence, you were staring back at her with so much hurt for her, so much care, that Wanda forgot how to breathe for a quick second. A determined look flashed over your loving eyes when you spoke up again.
“People say you are a monster because they are told to believe that, they don’t know any better but I do. I know you.”
She saw a teardrop roll down your eyes, you seemed so desperate to make her see herself the way you did, “You are so much more than what those people make you out to be. Please, never forget that. You save lives every time you step out on missions as an avenger. You bring people home to their loved ones almost every day. Every time you come home you sent someone home save and sound as well, you are wonderful. Please,” you pressed another kiss to her quivering lips, “trust me.”
Pulling her back into your side Wanda started to trace mindless shapes over your collar bones. She believed you, she trusted you. Of course, these doubtful thoughts would never just disappear but hearing what you said helped her a lot. You were so important to her. She wasn’t a failed mission, or a monster, to you, she was so much more. And that is what made her mind easy enough to feel exhaustion taking over her body.
Before the witch succumbed to sleep fully, she felt your hands stoking her back, an unfamiliar yet soothing melody being hummed by you as you press a soft kiss to her forehead.
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Wanda woke up to a cold bed. Still confused from just waking up the brunette searched to room for you with droopy eyes. Checking her phone on the nightstand she read 9 am, why are you up so early?
Determined to find out the reason she rolled off the bed and left her room.
She quickly found you in the kitchen, still in your PJs, flour covering your face, hair in a bun, the morning sun kissing your skin and a huge pot of coffee on the counter in front of you.
Arranging divine smelling baked goods on a plate Wanda couldn’t help but smile, yesterdays thoughts forgotten for the moment. A giggle escaped her when she saw the tip of your tongue poking out of your mouth in concentration, “What are you doing, Pricessa?”
You turned with a grin plastered on your face “Oh hey Wanny,” was excitedly expressed from you, stepping closer to her and greeting her good morning with a kiss on her cheek.
A gentle hand pulled her to take a seat at the kitchen island, “I made these for you,” you winked while pushing the plate you were just decorating in front of her. Still slightly asleep Wanda smiled at you with a questioning look.
“cinnamon rolls” you clarified “than you so much” Wanda stated slowly yet still in the dark about your intentions, “but why baby?” You turned around and started to pour her a coffee when you started to explain yourself. “I figured you needed some cheering up after last night.” The green eyes of your girlfriend filled with emotion, “that’s very nice princessa, thank you, really.”
You seemed to notice that she still hadn’t caught on fully, “look,” you pointed out lifting a piece to her mouth. Giggling at you feeding her Wanda took a bite, it tasted just as good as it smelled. “I made them because they are like you,” that had Wanda actually laughing, “I am so sorry baby, you really have to lay out your though process for me. I’m afraid I’m not catching on anytime soon.”
Motioning for her to continue eating you grinned at her again, “just like the meme,” god, Wanda thought, she has to have a serious word with Peter later, you two hang around too much “For other people you look scary, like you could kill someone but you are actually a cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure.” You two were both giggling at your explanation, Wanda knew the meme, yet she was still in awe at your actions, you always had such a unique way of helping her through tough times.
“What do I look like to you?” wondered the witch out loud after the laughter died down and you took a seat beside her. “To me?” she nodded, turning her head to you “to me you look like a cinnamon roll and you are a cinnamon roll.” Taking a bite out of your baked sweet “so good, so sweet, so wonderful, so tasty” you teased, moving closer to her and taking her hand in yours, “You are my sweet girl.”
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look i know the meme is old but it fits so well ok? and Ohooo yn waking up early even though they love their sleep sooo much, if that’s not love than what is
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ohifonlyx33 · 3 years
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What are some fictional characters similar to Wanda Maximoff? What do you think is her MBTI? I love her so much
I think Wanda might just be my favourite Big Screen Avenger. Because she is compelling to watch... she’s given a sad backstory and an interesting introduction through Ultron and Hydra and we’ve seen her struggle with loss of her twin brother and the accident with the building. But we do have a bit of a problem with knowing what “box she fits in” beyond just her powers...
Think of Steve--not a good soldier, but a Good man, an underdog who hated bullies, a man who only breaks rules when he stands on principles... and you knew that before he ever got his powers he would lie to the army and jump on a grenade to protect others and use strategy to accomplish his goal. Tony--gosh, Tony has such a strong character arc that you can pick apart why he does everything and how he’s feeling when he says a joke,... his characterization is so strong that even when he’s written a bit out of character he feels like his OOC moment is still in character and even when he’s not in the movie, his presence is still felt within the MCU.... 
And Wanda hasn’t had THAT much story time to cement who she is at the core.... She just hasn’t had quite the same level of strong introductory impression... but yet they HAVE NOT wasted her. We have enough to love her anyway... because know why she plays an important part in the story in Age of Ultron and we understand her dilemma in Civil War and we feel awful for her Infinity War... and we love to see her rip Thanos in half like a piece of paper in endgame. She is given moments of strong emotional responses to the things happening around her. This is why I like her more than others who have more movies with equal amount of backstory... for instance I never quite felt what Nat felt as strongly as I can with Wanda who falls down to her knees when her brother dies or sob helplessly as Vision dies. 
We see that she’s emotional, that she’s motivated by anger and trauma, that she is fearful of hurting people, she’s generally a kind individual unless she wants you to suffer.  but her powers are part of who she is too... And sometimes I think her powers control her more than she controls them. For that reason, I’m not really sure what her “archetype” is... by which I mean what would her life look like without Hydra and the Avengers? Who would SHE be? ...would she have gone into humanities? Art school? STEM? would she have been a waitress or a teacher or a writer? Or simply a loving wife and mother?
I'm pretty sure she is a feeler, and because so much of her story is her present experiences and I get the feeling she’s a sensing type (but her powers feel very intuitive so IDK)... What I can’t tell is if she’s a true introvert or just used to hiding... I also feel like she’s pretty laid back but also likes structure so I can’t tell for sure between Perceiving or Judging. I think either an FNJ or SFP makes sense to me...  ISFP is my first thought and I swear it’s not just because of the red jacket and black nail polish. (OK maybe a little). But I could equally also see her as an INFJ. WandaVision sometime gives me ESFJ-Wanda but I think that’s more because of the social expectations of a housewife. 
It seems like she’s always kinda left to deal with whatever cruddy situation  life hands her... First she’s an orphaned kid in war-torn Sokovia, scared of dying from a Stark Shell. Then she’s an experiment and soldier for Hydra, fueled by anger and manipulation. Then she’s a scared young woman who realizes she’s been lied to and people are getting hurt, she’s a hesitant avenger who helps because she can and she should, she’s a broken-hearted sister, an avenger in training who gets caught in a civil war, a girl who wants to be normal, but knows people are scared of her.... I think more than anything, if WandaVision is any indication, she’s used to being stuck playing her part in someone else’s story... But she’s still looking for a chance to be herself, the star of the show, and make her own choices in a normal, happy situation that she has control of. 
If anyone knows me, they know I love Lana Lang above all other characters in all other media... and above most people in real life as well. And like Lana Lang, Wanda Maximoff is an emotionally reactive character who is pulled into a situation beyond their control.... someone who is in way over her head, someone who fails hard, someone who makes mistakes with consequences, someone who experiences emotional pain and loss, someone who is stuck with the cards they were dealt and has to make it work...  But I love and adore someone who keeps trying, who seeks redemption, who tries to do the right thing, who beats the odds, someone who overcomes adversity, someone who struggles to deal with fears and anxieties, and above all someone who remains open to love and kind to others. So for that reason she reminds me of Lana Lang. She also reminds me of Daisy Johnson in the trauma department... but Daisy has more grit as an agent with physical combat training and an attempt at emotional regulation. (Melinda May should train Wanda JUST SAYING). And her powers kinda give me Jean Grey vibes, although I’m less familiar with X-Men and never saw Dark Phoenix because I heard the movie was lame.
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marinaaniseed · 4 years
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What became of the likely lads
Song: What became of the likely lads from the album The Libertines by The Libertines.
Summary: A look at what happened in the aftermath of Death on the stairs after you broke your ankle.
Characters: Female reader x Stucky
Length: 1,490 words
A/N: Injuries, Stucky, poly relationships, bisexuals everywhere. Apparently Death on the stairs is going to keep going. See here for what this is all about.
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The battle in the apartment was over before it had really begun. Bucky assumed you’d taken cover behind some of the ratty furniture on the balcony.
“Where is she?” he asked Wanda, starting to panic, looking around the empty space.
“She jumped-”
“Oh my god,” he wailed, the tears already spilling over.
“-down to our balcony,” Wanda finished. “She’s alive, she warned us but her ankle is broken. Badly. We need to get out of here. I’ll help Steve upstairs, make sure the kids are handed over to our contact. You grab yours and Y/N’s stuff and meet us in our apartment.”
Wiping away his tears, he began his mission. Living like a ghost was second nature for him, so there wasn’t much to grab.
It’d hurt something very deep inside of him when Wanda had said you’d jumped, something he didn’t realise still existed there.
His capacity to love Steve was something not even Hydra could erase, the bond ran far too deep. But the capacity to love another, to meet them and love them so dearly that the thought of losing them was too much to take? That was another thing.
Guiltily he realised he wouldn’t have reacted the same way if he thought he’d lost Wanda.
And that’s when it twigged.
The fake domestic intimacy you’d been sharing wasn’t fake to him. The way his body reacted to yours wasn’t just simple biology, it was because he was attracted to you, cared for you, wanted to be more than just your friend.
Well, shit. He was with Steve and that was that. They’d talked about the possibility of not being exclusive but nothing had ever happened. And even if Steve was cool, would you be? Were you even interested in him? Had you been so committed you’d continued your role behind closed doors?
She’s lying downstairs with a broken ankle and you’re thinking about your dick? Get a grip, Barnes, he silently scolded himself.
He got downstairs before either Wanda or Steve. Setting his rucksack and yours gently on the floor, he looked down at your still form on the settee. You’d passed out, probably from the pain, and he couldn’t blame you. No bones had broken through your skin but it looked an absolute mess, your foot at an impossible angle. He rolled you into the recovery position, being careful with your ankle, and draped a throw over you to keep you warm.
Gathering up Wanda and Steve’s belonging is the most useful thing he can do right now, so he focuses on that, checking and rechecking everything. You occasionally come to with a scream before passing back out again and he feels awful for you. You were damn lucky you made it to the balcony below instead of plummeting to the ground. It’s small consolation but at least he knows you’ll be cared for, unlike the treatment he received for his arm.
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Wanda and Steve find him holding your hand, crying into the threadbare cushions of the settee.
“She’ll be alright, Buck,” Steve tried to reassure him. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
Wanda knows, she’s known for a while about Bucky’s growing feelings for you, but now’s not the time to explain.
“We need to evacuate her,” Wanda explained, getting the two supersoldiers to focus on the task at hand.
“Agreed,” Steve answered, “but how? There’s an awful lot of stairs to get down and the authorities will be here soon. We don’t want to be caught at the scene.”
“We move her to the balcony, cover her in blankets to keep her warm. We go as fast as we can out of the building and grab the quinjet. We’ll open the doors and I’ll use my powers to bring her to us,” Wanda said.
“We can’t leave her,” came Bucky’s muffled voice.
“We have to.”
“Wanda’s right,” Steve admitted, “but what if you drop her?”
Wanda shot him a harsh glare and he immediately regretted his words.
“I take it back, I’ve never seen you drop anything you didn’t want to. Now, let’s go.”
*** At some point over the Atlantic, and with you safely sedated, Wanda finally cracked.
“I’m going to sit in the cockpit while you two talk,” she told them pointedly. “And don’t tell me there’s nothing to talk about,” she added silencing their protests, “I can hear your thoughts.”
Bucky felt his cheeks burn at that. Was nothing sacred anymore?
“So…” Steve started once Wanda has left.
“So what?” Bucky asked defensively.
“Out with it, Buck.”
“It’s not important,” Bucky deflected.
“If it's important to you, it's important to me,” Steve implored. “We’re partners, Buck. If something’s bothering you, I want to know about it.”
“Nothing’s bothering me, I just feel bad that Y/N got hurt.”
“Cut the crap, Buck,” Steve continued. “I’ve known you for most of my life. We're thick as thieves, you know. I can tell when you’re lying.”
It’s true, and Bucky knew it. He just couldn’t find the words to delicately explain everything he’s feeling, so instead, it came out as one rushed, garbled mess, the separate words running into each other.
“IthinkI’minlovewithY/N.”
Steve stared at him for a moment trying to process what Bucky’s just said. Bucky, in turn, is absolutely mortified. He meant to broach the subject was some degree of tact but instead, his mouth decided to just blurt it all out in one go, as if it would be less painful if he did it quickly, like ripping off a plaster.
“Ok,” Steve said eventually.
“Ok?”
“Well, it’s ok with me if you date other people, you know that,” Steve explained. “Unless you don’t want to be with me at all?”
“What? No, of course I want to be with you,” Bucky replied, absolutely adamant. “I just… I don’t think that there’s one person out there, even you, who can fulfil all of my needs, not completely. I’m way past being able to settle down and have a normal life, but if I can share the life I do have with more than one person, I think I’d like that.”
“That’s good,” Steve smiled, relieved that he’s not losing Bucky, just sharing him. “I’m happy for you, Y/N’s a very special lady. She reminds me of Peggy, in a way. Does she know how you feel about her?”
“No, I think she thinks I was just playing along for the mission. Are you sure you don’t mind? I don’t want you to feel left out or feel like you’re second best?”
“Buck, I know I’m your best guy. Maybe Y/N is your best girl. You’ve got a big heart, I’m sure there’s room in it for you to love us both if that’s what’s right for you,” Steve explained, placing his hand over Bucky’s where it holds onto yours. “You spent a lot of years without any love at all, maybe the world is trying to make it up to you by giving you two loves at once?”
It’s all a bit too much for Bucky and he has to wipe away tears with his free hand. He wasn’t expecting Steve to be so kind and understanding. In hindsight, he didn’t know why, Steve always understood him, even when nobody else did.
“Well, we’ll have to see what she says when she wakes up,” Bucky concluded. He’s even less sure about how that conversation will go.
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“Do you think you’ll start seeing someone else?” he asks Steve after a while.
“I wouldn’t like to say, I think I’d have a hard time finding someone as special as you or Y/N.”
“You like her too?” Bucky asked, somewhat surprised.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You said she was as special as me.”
Bucky had him there, there was no denying it, and now it was Steve’s turn to blush.
“I mean… what I meant was… yes, ok, damnit. But let’s cross that bridge when we come to it. She might not be interested in either of us, Buck. She probably wants someone her own age that she doesn’t have to share with another fella.”
“Don’t ask, don’t get. Just as well I asked you,” Bucky observed with a grin, earning him a light smack to the back of the head.
“You’re not gonna move from there, are ya, ya jerk?” Steve questioned. He knows Bucky’s too much of a softie to let go of you unless he has to.
“No,” Bucky admitted.
“Well, get up a sec so you can sit on my lap. We might as well all be sat here holding hands.”
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It’s really quite sweet, Steve with his head resting against the fuselage snoring, Bucky on his lap, head lolled back, drool running down his cheek, the two of them both holding your hand. Wanda takes a quick photo before nudging them awake.
“Better separate before the med team arrives,” she told them.
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dontcare77ghj · 5 years
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Bucky x Reader x Natasha
Notes: Bucky was saved from HYDRA just before Steve was thawed. He still has the metal arm and went through most of the HYDRA torture, but has had much more time to become readjusted. Reader is a mutant.
“We need a place to lie low.”
“There’s no safe house anywhere near this place.”
Most of the team rolled their eyes at the continuing argument between Steve and Tony. It was understandable they were mad, everyone was, that mission was a disaster. It was supposed to be a simple infiltration; the information said the building was near empty but the second they got near the building dozens of men began shooting at them.
Luckily no-one was hurt, but it meant they would have to come back until they could find a way to infiltrate the facility.
“Can’t we just book a couple hotel rooms?” Bruce asked exasperatedly.
“No. A group of seven people continually walking in and out of a hotel? Too conspicuous.” Tony vetoed.
“Look, if it stops the god damn arguing, there is a place we can go.” Bucky spoke up from next to Natasha.
“No there isn’t. Shut up Barnes.” Nat said glaring at the man. He turned to the red head and grabbed her hand.
“Nat, this is the only place anywhere near the facility. There’s nowhere else and besides wouldn’t you like to see her again?” Bucky reasoned looking her into her eyes. Bucky and Nat stared at each other, both waiting for the other to give in. After a few minutes Nat sighed.
“Fine. We can go. Clint set the coordinates, you know where.”  Nat said moving to the front of the jet to take the other seat.
“Hello.” Tony said calling Bucky’s attention back to the rest of the team. “It’s great that you two figured out your dilemma, but do you want to share with the rest of the team where we’re going?” he added, in typical snarky fashion.
“Buck, you sure you want to take us there? It’s your space.” Steve asked apprehensively.
“It’s our only option at the moment, punk.” Bucky sighed.
“Why am I out of the loop?” Tony asked no-one. “How many people are in the know?” Tony asked but the team was too exhausted to answer. Bruce and Wanda were both almost asleep on opposite benches, Steve had taken a seat next to Bucky and the only sound that could be heard was the low murmuring of Clint and Natasha.
Secondary Point of View
It was a quiet afternoon with you working on some new courses for your classes when you heard something outside. Getting up from your chair you cautiously walked to stand behind the wall of the kitchen.
“Doll? Are you here?” You heard a male call as the front door opened. You let out a sigh of relief as you walked into the living room.
“Buck.” You breathed as you took in the sight of your two lovers. “You scared the shit out of me.” You said as you pulled Bucky into a tight hug and gave him a quick kiss before repeating the actions to Nat.
“Blame him.” Natasha stated as you pulled her into your arms. “He wanted to surprise you.”
“I thought you said you weren’t going to be back for at least another month.” You uttered as Natasha clinged onto you.
“Change of plans.” Nat murmured into your hair. “We need a place to lie low and here’s the only place close enough.” She added looking back to look at her team. You followed her gaze and spied the people you had failed to see on your way in.
“Guys this is Y/N.” Bucky introduced wrapping his arm around you and Natasha.
“I know, um, know all your names.” You said with a smile.
“Well I hope you remember my name.” Clint said moving forward to take you out of Nat and Bucky’s arms to give you a tight hug. “How you are doing, L/N?”
“I’m doing great, bird boy.” You replied patting him on his back.
“We’re sorry to barge in Y/N.” Steve said. “But we didn’t have many other options.” He added moving forward to give you a hug when Clint let you go.
“It’s not a problem, Stevie.” You voiced. “You know you’re always welcome here.”
“How about I show everyone to the spare rooms, while these two get you caught up?” Clint proposed to which you smiled.
“That’d be great thanks Clint.” You replied. Clint and Steve lead the other three out of the room and upstairs to the rest of the house.
“What happened?” You asked once their team had moved out of the room. Bucky sighed, dropping onto the couch and pulling you into his lap.
“We went on what was supposed to be an easy mission, but we got ambushed.” Natasha said as she curled into Bucky’s side and pulled your legs onto her lap. “The whole thing was a disaster, but we need whatever information they’ve apparently got.”
“So, you’re going to have to go back.” You guessed, taking one of Natasha’s and Bucky’s hands into your own.
“Yeah.” Bucky murmured running his thumb across the back of your hand. “Everyone agreed we needed to stick around the area, and this was the only place nearby we could remain somewhat inconspicuous.”
“It’s fine, Buck. We have plenty of space in this place and it’s not like we haven’t housed this many before.” You responded making him look you in the eyes.
“I know doll, but I just wish we could’ve kept this place a little more private for a little longer.” He sighed burrowing his head into your neck and pulling Nat in closer.
“They’re your family, Buck. Both of yours. You wanted to tell them one day, this is just moving that date forward. Yeah?” You said running your fingers through his hair.
“Yeah.” He agreed. “Yeah you’re right doll.”
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way.” Nat began as she yanked you into her lap. “It’s been almost three months since we’ve last seen each other, and I don’t think any of us have gotten a proper kiss.” She said trailing her fingers up your arm.
“Oh really?” You queried. “Well maybe we should do something about that.”
Natasha pulled you closer and placed a series of kisses along you jaw before reaching your lips. You wrapped your arms around her neck pulling her closer and Bucky peppered kisses along the both of your necks.
“There are other people in this house now, horndogs!” Clint called from the stair case causing the three of you to jump apart. “Keep it G rated!”
“Fuck off, Clint!” Bucky grunted as you and Nat giggled.
“Language!” Multiple voices called from upstairs to your confusion but to Natasha’s delight.
“So, Y/N.” Tony said as the team sat down in the dining room. Bucky and you were working in the kitchen and Natasha was in your bedroom. “Clint gave us the bare minimum details of what’s going on between you, so tell us how did you meet?”
You smiled looking away from the bread you were kneading, to look at the man. “Diner.” You said simply. “About three months a year I go to live in New York and teach at a private school. After class every day I would go sit in a booth in the back. It was three years ago when I saw these two wander into the diner and pissed me off for a week.” You said fondly.
“We didn’t mean to.” Bucky defended. “To be fair we thought it was romantic.” He added under his breath.
“It was creepy.” You reaffirmed. “For a week straight, they would send a slice of cake to my booth and bribed the waitress not to tell me who did it. Pissed me off to no end.” You explained to the confused Avengers. “Took the entirety of the week for any of us to even speak.”
“It was sweet, and you know it.” Bucky said not wavering.
“Sure, it was sweetheart.” You said rolling your eyes.
“Y/N have you seen Felix?” Nat asked as she walked into the room.
“He’s under the porch. I swear he only listens to you.” You said shaking your head.
“Let me guess he was an asshole, again?” Clint asked as Natasha walked out back.
“He understands me, and he listens, but then he does the opposite just to spite me.” You said exasperatedly.
“Only you would have the power to talk to the thing and have it ignore you.” Clint laughed.
“Sorry power?” Bruce interjected. “Did I hear that right?” He asked as you stiffened slightly.
“Shit, N/N, I totally forgot they weren’t in the know.” Clint said regretfully. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine, Clint.” You assured. “It was probably going to come out anyway.”
“Doll, you don’t have to explain yourself if you’re not comfortable.” Bucky said placing his hand on your arm.
“Buck it’s fine.” You repeated. “They’re your family and it’s not like no-one knows.” You said before turning to face the rest of his family. “I’m a mutant.” You explained. “You could pretty much simplify my gifts as a control freak.” You added causing Wanda to smile, Bruce to nod and Tony to have a puzzled face.
“Aren’t mutants illegal in most states?” Tony asked.
“Sort of. There is a registration act but it’s more a tracking number honestly. The government deems us a threat because we’re different and we can do things most people can’t.” You explained as Natasha walked in with a black cat in her arms.
“It’s a load of horse shit.” She said sitting next to Clint. “It’s just scared old men, being scared old men.”
“Can you explain what you mean control?” Wanda piped up. “How much of an extent do you have control wise?”
“I’m able to persuade humans to do things I ask of them, as well as a certain control of the body. I am also able to maintain that trait with plants and animals.” You described watching Wanda nod along to the information.
“Can you demonstrate what mean control of the body?” Bruce asked, sitting forward at the prospect of new science.
You gave a large grin before turning to Steve. “Stevie you wanna be my Guinea pig?” You asked as he, Clint, Bucky and Natasha smirked.
“Why not?” He shrugged as you moved over the draws and pulled out a hammer.
“I love this game.” Clint mentioned as you moved over to Steve and he placed his hand on the table.
“Ready?” You asked and Steve nodded. “Ok. 1. 2.” You exclaimed and slammed the hammer down on his hand. “3.” You finished as Bruce, Wanda and Tony all made noises of surprise.
“What the fu- “Tony started to yell but you waved your hand at him. Grasping Steve’s now broken hand in both of yours, you mentally began to move the bones in his hand back to where they were supposed to be, as well as lowered the swelling, until no-one could tell the hand was even broken.
“Ta-da.” You said taking a bow as the super soldiers and master spies laughed at the perturbed faces of the other three. “I wanted his hand to be fixed and now it’s fixed.” You said by way of explanation.
“So, it’s practically a manipulation of reality. How far much have you tested this out?” Bruce asked, looking as if he were mentally taking notes.
“A decent amount.” You shrugged moving back to the kitchen next to Bucky. “Charles and I have tested a lot of different ways to use it and for most part it works 9 out of 10 times.” You said placing the ready dough into the oven and looking over what Bucky had done.
“Can we possibly see a little more?” Bruce inquired shyly. You laughed slightly at the change in demeanor.
“Of course. Dinner should be ready in about 30 minutes, so we can try some things out now?” You said and the man nodded a bit enthusiastically and ran upstairs to grab his notebook and a pen. You turned back to look at the table and saw Wanda and Tony looking at you inquisitively.
“You can come too if you want.” You offered and watched as they both nodded quickly, and Tony ran out of the room yelling for Bruce to loan him a notebook and pen. You laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.
It had been a week since Bucky, Nat and the rest of their team had come to your home. Every morning two to three of them would scout out the area of the base, to try and find some sort of routine they could intercept.
You were able to easily get along with Wanda, Bruce and Tony. Wanda liked to help you out in the kitchen and learn new recipes with you. It felt nice to have another girl to talk to. Getting along with Bruce was very easy because of how fascinated he was by your gifts and the extent you could push them. It was quite entertaining to watch. Tony was your sarcastic soulmate. The two of you would make cracks at everything and soon had your own inside jokes.
It was currently the seventh day of having a full house and you were sitting in the living room with Steve and Bruce quietly reading books on the couch next to you. Tony was outside, working on fixing some of the equipment and Wanda was upstairs taking a nap.
“Logan, for the last time, I can’t exactly help you if you don’t tell me what you’re doing.” You sighed into the phone.
“For the last time N/N, I can’t tell you yet.” Logan replied.
“Then at least give me an idea what you’re trying to find here?” You asked as you attempted mark the papers the class had sent in, as well as find what Logan was looking for.
“Information.” He responded making you roll your eyes.
“Fine.” You told the man. “I’ll see what I can do, and I’ll let you know.” 
“Alright thanks N/N.” 
“Not a drama Logan.” You said ending the call with the man who might as well have been your brother.
“Are you going to find what he needs?” Steve asked, looking up from his book.
“Can’t really help when he won’t give me any details.” You shrugged pulling your laptop into your lap. “He’ll call back in a couple days and give me the information I need to help him.”
“It sounds like he does this a lot.” Bruce commented.
“Every now and then. He likes to think he never needs help.” You said before the sound of a jet landing penetrated the atmosphere. Bucky, Natasha and Clint all ran into the living room, the former two dropping quick kisses onto your forehead before excitedly explaining they had a plan.
“We figured it out!” Clint exclaimed dropping onto a recliner. “We figured out the perfect time to extract the information.” He added as he settled in.
“That’s great guys.” Bruce said closing his book.
“It is. We need to make a plan.” Steve said adorning an all business face.
“I’ll grab Tony for you.” You stated, standing from your chair. You gave Natasha and Bucky a quick kiss on the cheek each and walked out into the backyard.
“Metal man!” You called out as you entered the barn.
“Control freak!” Tony responded, his head popping out from behind the tractor.
“Please tell me you didn’t break the tractor.” You whined as you made your way over to him.
“Do you doubt my abilities?” He asked with a mock pout. “I’m hurt.” He added placing his hand over his heart.
“Oh, you’ll get over it.” You dismissed with a smirk. “Your needed inside, Metal man. Steve’s called a meeting.”
“Yeah, yeah I get it. We’re here to watch HYDRA, not have fun. I’m going, don’t touch that tractor Y/N, I’ve almost fixed it.” He said as he left the barn, causing you to laugh.
“So how early are you leaving?” You asked later that night. You were laying in between Nat and Bucky, all three of you tired and sweaty.
“’Bout six doll.” Bucky murmured. “We’ll try not to wake you.”
“I wouldn’t mind.” You whispered. “Are you going back to the tower after this?” You asked, trying not to sound needy.
“No, sladkiy.” Nat shook her head. “We’re going to come back here for a while. We spoke to the team and we’re going to take about five months leave.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” You asked. “I know how dedicated you are to your job.”
“Of course, doll.” Bucky said grasping your hand. “We need a vacation, and it’d be nice to spend some time with our favorite doll.”
“It’d be nice to spend some time with my favorite people, too.” You agreed, snuggling in deeper into the warmth of the blankets and Bucky and Natasha. “Just promise you’ll come back in one piece.” You begged the two.
“Of course.” Bucky readily agreed.
“We’re the best of the best sladkiy.” Natasha smirked as she curled deeper into your side. “We’ll always come back.”
“Good.” You mumbled. “I love you both.”
“Love you too, doll.”
“Love you sladkiy.” The three of you fell asleep to the sounds of gentle breathing and the feeling of warmth.
When you woke up the bed was cold. Stretching out, your hand came across a sheet of paper. Wiping your eyes, you sat up in bed and read the note.
Doll,
We didn’t want to wake you because you looked so peaceful. We’ll hopefully be back by later tonight, but if not just remember when we came back, we won’t be leaving your side for months.
We love you so much doll,
Buck and Nat.
A smile crossed your face at the sweet memento and your heart fluttered at the idea of them being home more often. Lifting your head as the door gently nudged open and Felix strolled in and jumped on the bed.
“Looks like it’s just you and me today, huh, Flix?” You asked scratching him behind his ears. “You want to spend some time with me?”
Felix’s yellow eyes stared back at you before he shook his head, jumped off the bed and laid in a sun spot on the floor.
“Asshole.” You muttered as you got out of bed to begin your day.
The day was as quiet as it was tedious. You did odd jobs around the house, marked some essays and attempted to find something to keep you entertained. You were in the middle tiding the living room when your cell rang.
You took one look at the scowling face before answering. “Hey Logan, you finally ready to tell me what you can’t tell me?”
“Y/N! Listen to me, you need to get out of your house as fast as you can!” Logan rushed out in his gruff voice.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Logan?” You asked already moving up the stairs to grab sentimental items.
“You need to get out of the house as fast as you can. I was looking into what was supposed to be a Hellfire copycat group, turns out they’ve teamed up with HYDRA and think you’re the key to controlling the phoenix.” Logan quickly explained into the phone.
You were running through your bedroom throwing anything that meant anything into a large backpack. “How the fuck did they find out where I was?” You questioned grabbing the cat carrier.
“Felix, get into the carrier.” You said commanding the cat, who immediately followed your instructions.
“I don’t know N/N, but I’m coming to get you as fast as I can. I’ll take you to a safe house off grid and you should be fine there. Just get out of the house and as far away as quickly as you can.”
“Got it. I’m evacuating as we speak, I’ll see soon.” You said hanging up without a goodbye. “Let’s go cat.” You said throwing on the backpack and grabbing the cat carrier in one hand. Running down the stairs you dialed Bucky’s number.
The call immediately went to voicemail, but you knew this would happen as the two always turned their phones off on a mission.
“Buck, whenever you get this call Logan on the number I gave you. You can’t go back to the house. I repeat whatever you do, do not go back to the house, call Logan.” You said as you made it outside. Quickly moving away from the house, you cursed as you realized you left the keys to your car inside. Taking off the bag and leaving it next to the carrier on the ground you turned around to go back inside.
“I don’t know how but they’ve found us, but Logan’s got somewhere safe off grid we can crash.” You began as you took a few steps towards the house but that was as far as you got before it exploded. With a surprised shriek you turned and ducked as low to the ground as you could. You were far enough away from the house most debris missed you, but some pieces still flung towards you.
After a minute you dared glance back to the burning wreckage that was once your home. You spotted a group of figures walking towards you, three clad in red and four in all black. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You growled a you jumped to your feet to face the advancing group.
“Back!” You yelled throwing your hands out. The men in all black easily flung backwards but the red robed figures barely moved an inch. “Stop!” You exclaimed focusing on the robed figures specifically.
One of the members stopped while the other two advanced. “Sleep.” You commanded the frozen figure, barely watching them fall to the ground before you focused on the still advancing figures.
The left one raised their hand and a jolt of electricity hit you causing you to fall to you knees as a choked scream left your lips. You opened your lips to attempt another command but the one on the right raised their hand you could feel a tight pressure on your throat. The two advanced on your kneeling figure continuing the hold on your throat and the continual flow of electricity.
The group of men in all black seemed to have recovered from the shock of being thrown and were quickly moving towards the three of you. You made continual attempts to stand or release another command but were stopped by an increase of pressure on your throat or increase in electric waves.
“Subdue her.” The one jolting your system commanded. The men nodded and took large strides towards you. With renewed vigor you attempted to free yourself, with a great deal of strain you were able to stand and were able to produce two words through the tight grip.
“Stop.” You growled lowly. The HYDRA men stopped immediately, all frozen to the ground. “Attack.” You snapped pointing towards the two goons in red. The men all nodded before turning and attacking the figures, the distraction saw the grip on your neck to disappear and the electrical flow to cease as well.
Focusing all your energy on the man, on the left, you growled, “Freeze.” The man froze after several seconds and gave a panicked look as the HYDRA men advanced their attack on him. You quickly turned to face the other only to find yourself forced onto the ground, unable to move.
The shock of being unable to move was enough to lose control of the men. The men shook their heads, trying to clean their head of the fog.
“Subdue her.” The one holding you to the ground growled. The robed figure who had shocked you was on the ground out cold from being attacked.
The HYDRA men all moved towards you, muttering about preparing for transport. “Make sure she doesn’t get up again.” The figure barked. As the men come closer you tried to move but were unable to feel anything, let alone make yourself move. One of the men pulled out his gun and proceeded to shoot you in the thigh. You couldn’t scream, couldn’t cry out, you couldn’t even attempt to grab the bleeding hole in your leg.
“You idiot!” The figure yelled pushing the men out of the way to examine the wound. “What the hell were you thinking!”
“You said to keep her down.” He answered in a thick accent.
“I meant knock her out, you moron. We need her in prime condition.” The robed figure growled as they stood. “Never mind just get her in the car, and for gods sake make sure she doesn’t bleed out.”
One man grabbed you off the ground and threw you over their shoulder. As you dangled limply, you tried to use any semblance of your power but were unable to focus on anything apart from the blinding pain in your leg. You were drawn out of your head when you heard a deep scream in front of you.
You were still powerless to move but you could hear people shouting and the sound of guns being fired. Before you knew it, the man holding you was running, you were getting further away from the control of the robed figure and could slowly feel your body beginning to twitch.
The man dropped you to the ground as he began to fumble attempting to open the car. Slowly you were able to push your self up on your arms. Shakily lifting one of your hands you focused everything you had on the man. He turned around in time to give you a look of surprise before falling to the ground, neck snapped.
Letting out a loud gasp, you moved your hands to grasp you bleeding leg. Blood began to pool through your fingers as you let out a choked sob.
“Kid!” A voice called as pounding footsteps came towards you. Snapping your head to look at the voice you saw Logan barreling through the trees. “Shit kid.” He muttered kneeling down next to you. “They really did a number on you, didn’t they?” He asked applying pressure on your leg.
“You’re timing is impeccable as always.” You muttered as Logan tore part of his shirt to wrap around your leg. Once the wound was wrapped tightly, you attempted to stand but fell back down when your leg gave out.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Logan asked wrapping his arm around your waist and winding your arm around his shoulders.
“I need to go back, I left, the cat and, our stuff back there.” You said breathlessly as he pulled you towards his car.
“I’ll go back for it. You need to stay here.” He said as he sat you in the passenger’s seat.
“Who put you in charge?” You asked, letting out a small cry as your leg hit the seat.
“I did.” He said simply and shut your door before turning back to grab your items. Looking down at your leg, you willed the wound to heal but when you peeled back the bandages the wound was still there and still bleeding.
You moved your hands onto the wound and let out a hiss at the pain, but still attempted to close the wound. “Heal. Heal.” You growled but the wound remained open. “Fuck!” You shouted hitting the dashboard in front of you.
“Don’t beat the car up.” Logan scolded as he opened the driver’s door and placed your backpack and the cat carrier in the back. “Wrap that back up before you bleed out.” He ordered and you complied.
“I can’t make it heal.” You stated as you wrapped it. “I can’t make it fucking heal.” You repeated out of breath.
“There’s been too much strain on you mentally and physically. You need rest.” He stated plainly. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, before you drifted off to sleep.
When you awoke you were laying in a bed with Felix looking over you. “Hiya Flix.” You croaked running your fingers through his fur. “You keeping watch, clever cat.” You commented as you tried to sit up. You let out a strangled cry as you felt pain shoot through your body. Felix shot up and pressed his paws to your shoulders trying to push you down.
“I’m okay. I’m okay.” You assured Felix as you moved to sit on the edge of the bed. You let out a groan as you stood, you were able to take two steps before you collapsed with a thud. Loud footsteps reached your ears before the door was flung open. Logan raced forward with Bucky and Natasha closely following behind him.
“Kid, what the fuck are you doing?” Logan asked as he helped you back onto the bed.
“Oh, you know, the bed was just too comfortable, I had to find somewhere a bit harder.” You replied as Natasha sat down next to you. “Hiya.” You said giving Natasha and Bucky a soft smile.
“Oh, moi sladkiy.” Natasha cooed grasping your face in her hands. “How do you feel?” She asked as you leaned into her hands. 
“Sore.” You answered honestly. Bucky moved to the opposite side of the bed and sat next to you, pulling you into his side. “How long have I been out?”
“‘Bout a day.” Bucky responded. “We got here last night, and Bruce patched you up.” He said gesturing to your thigh. “You gave us quite a scare there doll.”
“Sorry.” You murmured softly. Natasha curled into your side, resting her head on your lap.
“Not your fault.” She responded. “HYDRA had files on you at the base. When we found them, we were going to go back to the house when Bucky got your voicemail. We should’ve been there.”
“No, you shouldn’t have. I got out just fine and you had a job to do.” You said firmly. 
“Doll you have a hole in your leg.” Bucky said matter of factly.
“I will heal.” You responded. “I just need some time and rest, and then I can make it heal fully.” You added firmly.
“I guess now vacations off the table?” you asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
“No, we’re still going to take some time off, but we’re going to stay at the tower until we can find a new place.” Natasha assured looking up at you.
“Our home’s gone.” You stated in a low tone, memories of the explosion coming to the forefront of your mind.
“Doll,” Bucky started gently taking your chin gently in between his fingers. “As long as we’re together, we are home.” He finished placing a kiss on your lips, then one to Natasha’s as sat up, Natasha then gently gave you a kiss.
“I love you Nat. I love you Buck.” You murmured as Natasha curled into your side.
“Love you too, doll.”
“Love you moi sladkiy.”
The three of you laid there with Felix at your feet guarding the three of you. Bucky was right, here, in this moment, you truly felt at home.
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petite-madame · 5 years
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What did you think about the end of Endgame and the Steve and Bucky story arch?
Hi anon!
Thanks a lot for your message ♥
I actually enjoyed the ending. Ok, being the “drama queen” that I am, I would have preferred Steve to have an epic sacrificial death alongside Tony followed by a big funeral, a bit like the one of Superman at the beginning of Justice League (the movie was meh but this intro scene was amazing), but as the great poet Mick Jagger once said “you can’t always get what you want”
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However, I didn’t expect Steve to join Peggy thanks to time travels but somehow, I had the intuition that something was going to happen to him, some problems with the serum maybe, and that he would age rapidly and become “old Steve” OR that he would become “Tiny Steve” again. I was wrong, he time traveled and aged normally, certainly had a family with Peggy, etc… We don’t know what he did during that time from the forties (fifties?) to present days, though. Saving Bucky? Saving himself from under the ice? Not intervening in order not to screw more things in this timeline? It’s open to interpretation and thank god, we have fan fictions for all this (the number of “fix it” fics is insane by the way. How do you want me to read all this? xD)
What is not very clear in my opinion is Steve’s timeline: as he created a new future by travelling back in time, a bit like a “flashpoint” because he change the past at a specific point, didn’t he create a new timeline? If so, he wouldn’t have been able to join Buck and Sam at the edge of the lake ? Or maybe did he just change HIS and Peggy’s timelines (a new Peggy) and as it didn’t affect the rest, he was able to meet Buck and Sam later in time? Anyway, it’s something like this apparently:
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Screencap from this very interesting video
Also, unlike a lot of people, it didn’t shock me that he joined Peggy. Some people pointed out that at the end of Age of Ultron, Steve was not interested in having a family anymore and that his life as an Avengers was everything but between Age of Ultron and Endgame, EIGHT YEARS passed for him and Steve was not the same man anymore: there was the Snap of course but what made him take this decision IMO was:
1) seeing Tony having a great life, a wife, a daughter. He had a glimpse of what it could be to stay away from fighting and he hoped something like this for himself. Yup, maybe it wasn’t so bad.
2) he had the POSSIBILITY to join Peggy, a thing that didn’t happen before in the story. Peggy was the love of his life and she belonged to the past until finally Tony managed to create a way to time travel. Steve saw Peggy for the first time in 80 years and it changed everything. There was shift inside him and you can see it when he sees her in her office hidden behind the blinds. He tried to have a girlfriend (Sharon), a life, but it didn’t work out. It was Peggy from the start and now that he had a way to make things work, he decided to take his chance. 
3) the next generation of Avengers is here and Steve knew he could retire. If there’s a problem, Clint, Scott, Wanda, Rhodey, Thor, The Guardians, Strange, Carol, the Wakandans, Banner, etc…and of course Sam and Buck, will be here to protect the Earth. His job is done and he knows he can leave with his mind at peace.
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Was it selfish? A bit, certainly, but Steve thinks that he did enough since 1943 and did what he had to do: he stopped Thanos, rescued Bucky from Hydra, gave the mantle to a new Captain America. If he joined Peggy before she could met her husband and have children, it doesn’t change anything for the old Peggy we saw in The Winter Soldier. This Peggy got married to another man and had a great life. The Peggy Steve had a dance with at the end of Endgame is another Peggy, starting a new life with Steve in a new timeline. 
As far as Bucky is concerned, he knew what Steve wanted to do. You don’t tell your best friend that is supposed to come back in FIVE SECONDS according to Banner, “I’m gonna miss you, Buddy”. They talked about all this before “Steve’s big jump”, his plans, if Buck was gonna be alright, giving the shield to Sam. OF COURSE they did! However, I think that Buck didn’t expect to see Steve return at this place and time in order to give the shield to Sam. He smiles when he sees his friend as if he was thinking “the lil’ shit always has to be dramatic, look at him making an entrance”. 
What is interesting is what kind of man Bucky is going to become now that Steve won’t be at his side. He says himself that he’s a “semi stable 100 year old man”. By this, I don’t think he means going “full Winter Soldier” again, of course, but how after 70 years of brain washing, PTSD, etc..he’s going to go on with his life. I hope they will show this part of his personality in The Falcon and The Winter Soldier show and that they won’t sugarcoat this side of Bucky’s life because it’s on a family VOD channel. But hey, we have a show, with the original cast, we are going to see Sam and Buck again, it’s already not so bad! Anyway, Steve trusted him enough to be on his own so we can trust Bucky too :)
Also, I hope things stay that way when it comes to Steve (and even Tony). RDJ and Evans said that they were done with the MCU and it’s a good thing at this point of the story. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the guys so much that I wish they could have played Cap and Tony until they were 90, I am DEVASTATED to let them go, but after what happened to Steve and Tony in Endgame, it’s better for them not to come back. I’m telling you this a big Supernatural fan, a show where death has lost all its meaning because the characters spend their time coming back from the dead. They should have stuck to “What is dead should stay dead” and I hope that the MCU does it because that’s what makes Tony’s sacrifice so powerful: the fact that he’s not going to come back. 
Anyway, I hope that my explanations were clear. Speaking about time travel is already complicated enough for me in French so I hope that my Frenglish was understandable. Somehow. ^^;;
Enjoy your weekend ♥
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themissingmarvel · 5 years
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Tell Him (Part 3)
(The final part. Not a long series but a series none the less. I like how it wraps up, personally, and it’s got my all-time favorite trope in there. It’s at the end so just hold your horses.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: Violence, angst
Tell Him (Part 1) Tell Him (Part 2)
Tony’s call had been mostly just to update you. T’Challa had discussed working with the Avengers team to design some Vibranium weaponry. Shuri would help, Tony mused, slightly offended that she was actually pretty good at this, enough so that she would be assisting Tony stated. From what you knew of the younger sibling you liked Shuri and you trusted she’d make some good gear. Tony reassured you that the gear would work with your powers more than what his own could do without the Vibranium.
Once the call had ended you slipped the high-tech phone back in your pocket and turned to see where Steve had gone, disappointed when you couldn’t see his form. He was hard to miss. You did see the plate of food on the counter though and half-smiled. The man was nothing if not kind. He was a gentle sort of soul and you knew he was more than just a good person. A nerd a heart, you had told him he wasn’t lawful good, but he was chaotic good. You explained that he always did the right thing, even if that meant going against even the law. He had raised an eyebrow at you, not realizing you held him in such esteem. It’s a good thing, truly. You’re one of the good ones.
You’d been beyond comfortable with Steve for a long time. He was funny, a great artist, and genuinely a good man outside of his own heroism. It had changed when you did finally realize you were in love with him, and it was that same night you’d seen him at the gala. Bucky was with him, smiling (which was a rare occurrence) and Wanda was going on about how excited she was. You had turned over to find a comforting and familiar face and there he was. He was dressed well but there was something else to him this time. As your eyes connected with his you felt yourself falling and hitting the proverbial concrete only to mutter shit…. As you realized what had happened. You loved Steve Rogers.
Taking the plate of food, you sighed heavily and made your way to the living room. Parker had already packed up his things and headed out, which meant that Bucky had come out of hiding and was watching the History Channel as he sometimes did when no one was looking. He liked learning different facts and tidbits and took it upon himself to do more of an education about what he missed or had to piece back together.
You sat on the other side of the couch and quietly began eating, sort of appreciating the Winter Soldier’s propensity towards silence. He was good that way. Never one to pry, save for taking you to the meeting today, he was good company.
Well, usually.
“Why haven’t you told him?” Bucky broke the silence without looking over, keeping his eyes on the television that was showing some war story form World War II which he internally appreciated. He liked when the old men came on and recounted their stories. It felt like comradery.
You stared down at the plate, swallowing the food with effort as though there was suddenly a weight on your chest. Fiddling with the fork, you pondered the question aloud, “I mean… It’s Steve, Bucky. Even if he did feel the same way, and there’s no way he could, I could never be good enough for someone like him. I’m just me.”
There was a sharp pain at your words, words that you had uttered and that belonged to you and words that felt so real. You were admitting, truly, why you hadn’t told Steve what you felt. He had told you about his first love, Peggy, and you knew how powerful she was. She was a force to be reckoned with and you had felt so intimidated. He was a man who had sacrificed himself for the greater good and while you had limited time with the Avengers, certainly, you had started off with Hydra. He could never love you.
The Winter Soldier shook his head and turned to look at you, narrowing his eyes a bit, “Do you know Steve at all, Y/N? You know the things I’ve done, what Tony’s done, what Nat’s done. We all have a history we’re not proud of, but does Steve care about any of us any less? Do you know how long it took me to even ask Steve if we were still friends? No time. Because he told me. I’m with you till the end of the line, is what he said to me even when I had shot him. I was brainwashed. I was trying to kill him. And you know what Steve did? He reached out to me and got through.”
It was true that Bucky had blamed himself for much of what had happened, even while influenced by Hydra. He felt tremendous guilt for all he’d done but it was true that Steve had stayed with him through it all. But that was different. Bucky was his friend. And who were you? Some person who had made rough choices and was trying to right them.
The food suddenly felt unappetizing, staring at it with a sort of apathy. Ultimately you knew that Bucky was right, though. Steve had cared about all of the Avengers. He’d protect any of you without thinking.
“You need to get over whatever this is, because Steve needs to hear it. You need to tell him. And even if he doesn’t feel the same not a damn thing will change. He’ll still treat you the same, still care the same. Nothing will change,” he turned his face back to the television after lingering for a moment.
Standing, you took the plate and walked out of the room without a word. Bucky was right. He was always right. He and Sam had gone out of their way to open you up to a world where people understood what you’d been through and still he was right. Scraping the food into the trash you placed the plate into the sink without bothering to wash it.
That’s when you heard it.
The roar of the alarm echoed in the halls, a red light flashing overhead as you stepped quickly out of the kitchen. Steve came jogging into the main room, Bucky and Sam following suit from other directions. Pietro zipped in and Wanda came after, the rest out, apparently. Steve’s face was serious as he opened up the large screen, watching as the monitor pulled up footage of a Kree fighters landing on Earth. You had wondered if it was Carol they were after, but she was universes away. It didn’t matter.
“Avengers, suit up! We need to get out there now!” Steve’s voice always managed to turn to a commanding tone, his eyes narrowed as the group split, leaving all of you to dart down the halls in a hurry to change.
Never the right time, is it?
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It took only moments, it felt, for the group of you to make your way into the city, following the gunshots and screaming as you spotted the Kree fighters. This wasn’t your first fight since coming back but it still felt new. You had the cuffs on that Tony had made to help you control your abilities in a fight, feeling the metal against your exposed skin as you ran towards the first visible fighter.
Holding out your hand you summoned forth a bolt of lightning, not unlike Thor’s own, shooting through the chest of the fighter. While the fighting was new at times it was also cathartic. Letting go and releasing your powers was good. It made you feel whole and for a moment you felt real again. For a moment, as you slammed an electric fist into the face of the second individual who ran at you, you felt like yourself once again.
Turning sharply to keep an eye on your teammates, you noticed that Steve was nearby. He was struggling with one of the larger and more bulky men, a fighter who was easily over seven feet with shoulders twice the size of Steve. He was too busy fighting he couldn’t see the other one coming behind him with a blade.
No.
You ran. A bolt this close ran the risk of hitting Steve and you couldn’t do that. What if it caused cardiac arrest? What if it was too much?
Turn around!
Your feet carried you as fast as you could, but it wasn’t fast enough. You couldn’t push him out of the way. Lunging, you threw yourself onto the fighter, the two of you falling to the side. There was a flurry of movement as you tried to gain the upper hand after something so reckless, not seeing Steve finally smash the larger creature down and knock him out. You didn’t see the team finishing up the rest of the fighters. Instead you finally got a hand on the fighter’s throat who you’d knocked down, shooting electricity through his body.
“Y/N!”
The voice was audible. It was Steve. Captain Steven Rogers. Captain America. He was almost screaming as he watched the fighter’s final move before death, a plunge of the dagger into your torso.
Collapsing off of the body you’d managed to get on top of, thinking yourself the victor, you felt the blade protruding from your body. Blood was leaving your body at an unreasonable speed and suddenly you were outside of yourself. Steve was above you, careful not to remove the blade for fear of causing more damage. Bucky was making sure the Kree were down and out. Wanda was hovering over the other side of you.
This hurts.
Your eyes fluttered as you fell back into yourself, looking up at Steve, “… Steve, it hurts,” you whined, feeling tears at your eyes. Was this it? Was this really how you would go? A stupid, rookie mistake with a bunch of Kree? It wasn’t fair.
Tell him.
“Steve, I have to tell you something,” your words were getting quieter as you lay, feeling yourself being hoisted gently onto a gurney. Would you go to an ER? Was Dr. Cho here?
His strong hands brushed back your hair from your forehead, “It’ll be OK, tell me once you get patched up, OK?”
Oh Steve. Always looking at the positive. But your body was feeling heavier and you were struggling to keep your eyes open. Breathing hurt. You reminded yourself to breath. Were you supposed to have to remember to breathe?
You winced, wishing you had the strength to reach to him, “No, it’s… it’s important. Steve…” you whispered out the words.
I’m so sorry.
And he was the last face you saw. Once more, Steve Rogers was the last thing you would see.
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Steve, you need to leave!
Bucky. That was Bucky.
She can’t die! You can’t let her die, do you hear me?
That was Steve. Steve.
Steve Rogers.
Time had no meaning now. You could feel it. The air was light and you felt good. You felt like you were floating. Not that it mattered; you couldn’t see anything. You could feel it though, the warmth of the world you existed in. Not here, but not there.
Come back to me. I love you. I’ll tell you every day, I swear it. I should have told you years ago. I promise I’ll tell you every day. You can’t leave me.
Time to go back.
The world was starting to feel whole now, a pull you couldn’t explain bringing you back to something different. Not harsher. Not worse. Different.
The sheets were soft, the bed warm. The lights were dim but you could feel your body beginning to come back. You were here.
Opening your eyes you blinked a few times, looking at the sterile ceiling and wondering what had happened. You remembered voices. Faint, distant voices. You remembered Steve and Bucky. You remembered pieces. You remembered…
“You’re awake…” a rough voice, soft and quiet, broke the quiet of the room. You could feel the warmth on your hand as you looked down, seeing Steve’s own hand on yours, his face haggard and worn, a few cuts from the fight still on his face. He hadn’t stepped away. Hell, he was still in uniform.
He looked terrible.
“You look terrible,” you managed to get out, your own voice sounding worn and tired. Well, you were.
He smiled. That perfect smile that made you feel so wonderfully at home. His blue eyes stared into your own and you smiled back, “Thanks.” It was all he could manage.
“Steve, I have to tell you something.” You squeezed his hand, watching as his face didn’t change, the smile didn’t waver even a little.
Instead, he scooched closer until he was right by your side, careful of the patched up wound under the blankets. He picked up your hand and kissed it gently, “I know.”
His words were kind and they were perfect. Just like him. You smiled softly and tilted your head to see him better, “You made a promise, remember?”
He chuckled softly and looked down, squeezing your hand warmly before looking back up again, “I did, didn’t I. Can’t let down my best gal, can I?”
Suddenly it didn’t matter anymore. You had seen Steve’s face in your final moments years ago and he was the first thing you were seeing now. He would always be there, by your side and with you. He would be there to kiss you and hold you, keep you from harm. Steve Rogers would always be yours and you knew you’d always be his.
“I love you.”
Tell him. Every day. Tell him from the moment you wake up until the moment you fall asleep.
“I love you too, Y/N.”
Tell him.  
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Secrets and Singing
Pairing: Bucky/Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Swearing
Summary: You are a new Avenger, you live at the Tower and Nat notices that you disappear twice a week without telling anyone where you are going, what are you doing? Where are you going? Bucky starts to worry you have a boyfriend, he has a huge crush on you but is too shy to tell you. (I suck at summaries)
Any Gifs/Pictures and Songs I use are not mine
All feedback welcome, please let me know what you think!
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Y/N had only been an avenger for a few months, she had been found by Steve at one of the Hydra bases, she had been tested on like Wanda and Pietro and had developed powers of strength and the ability to make herself invisible. She had moved into the Tower and become friends with the whole team. Although Y/N got along with everyone she mainly kept to herself apart from meals and training, Wanda and Nat always asked her to girls shopping days, or girls nights which Y/N declined promising next time, but every time she made an excuse.
Bucky had noticed Y/N instantly, the way she would be so engrossed in her books curled up under the blanket in her favourite chair, that she never noticed Tony and Steve bickering about testing Tony’s latest invention, Tony wanted to test it on the new agents but Steve always said it’s too dangerous (these bickering matches happened more and more frequently and sometimes lasted for hours as Tony would constantly interrupt Steve by offering him some blueberries or whatever snack he may have hidden around the place) Bucky loved everything about her, the way Y/N’s eyes lit up behind her glasses when she laughed, he loved the sound of her laugh, Bucky hadn’t told anyone of his crush on Y/N not even Steve.
The moment Y/N had seen Bucky she had butterflies in her stomach, she always loved a man with big arms and his metal one was mesmerising, she could get lost in the blue of his eyes, she often found herself dreaming about being with him, even if it was curled together in the love seat cuddling under a blanket watching a movie.
However, it was Nat that noticed Y/N sneak out of the Tower every Tuesday and Friday night.
The team were sat in the living room watching tv and relaxing one Tuesday evening, Y/N had left about an hour earlier. Clint and Nat were in the love seat, cuddled together, Steve and Bucky were either end of the couch with a space in the middle and Wanda and Tony sat on the other couch, Wanda huddled under a blanket, feet curled under her body.
“Anyone else notice Y/N goes out every Tuesday and Friday and doesn’t come back until late?” Nat asked looking around at the others.
The team looked round at Nat, Steve was the first to speak “Does she? can’t say I’ve noticed” He was hurt that he hadn’t noticed his friend and team member had been going out aone.
“I had wondered why she hadn’t been at the karaoke evenings….I assumed she had just been in her room reading” replied Tony
Clint, Bucky, Sam and Wanda tried to remember the last time they say Y/N with them in the evenings, she mainly kept to herself in her room so they hadn’t really noticed she had gone out. Thoughts ran through Bucky’s mind, what if Y/N had a boyfriend who she went to see twice a week, someone who showed Y/N exactly how special and beautiful she was, who made her laugh, who made love to her and held her close.
“I think one of us should follow her one night, see where she goes, she is one of the team we need to know she is safe” said Bucky
“Nat would be best at that” replied Wanda nodding towards Nat who sat opposite her
Everyone agreed “OK, Friday night Nat you follow Y/N see if she is ok, but try not to let her know we don’t want her to think we don’t trust her” Said Steve.
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Friday night came, Y/N got dressed in dark blue jeans, a burgundy top and black boots, her short hair was slightly styled with a flick, she grabbed her bag and black leather jacket then snuck out of the Tower and wandered down the street.
Nat followed her silently, keeping to the shadows, when she saw Y/N walk into a bar she left it a few minutes then followed her inside and stood at the back.
Nat was surprised by what she saw, she watched Y/N for an hour or so, then left and went back to the Tower to tell the others who were waiting for Nat to return. She walked into the kitchen “I know something you don’t know” she said in a sing song voice Steve, Bucky, Sam and Wanda turned to look at her as she entered the Kitchen, Tony was in his lab.
“Is Y/N ok?” asked Sam “Did you find out where she goes?”              
“Yeah and she’s great!” replied Nat “But I think you should all see for yourselves, tell Tony we are all going out on Tuesday night” and with that she turned and walked out of the kitchen leaving Steve, Bucky, Sam and Wanda confused and intrigued.
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It was late Sunday afternoon, Y/N was curled up under a blanket in the love seat in the living room, reading, she didn’t look up as Bucky entered and sat on the couch. Y/N didn’t know anything about Nat following her, if she did she hadn’t said anything. Bucky nervously played with his fingers occasionally glancing at Y/N.
“Um…. You mind if I turn on the TV?” asked Bucky
“mmmmm….sorry?” replied Y/N looking up from her book and pushing her glasses up her nose
“Do you mind if I turn on the TV, I don’t want to disturb your reading”
“Oh no that’s fine” Y/N replied looking back down and continuing to read
Bucky turned on the TV and started to flick through the channels, not finding anything of real interest his glance went back to Y/N sat in the chair, her hair had fallen into her face and he wanted desperately to reach and tuck it behind her ear.
“What book are you reading?” asked Bucky
Y/N looked up, pushing back the stray piece of hair “Make Me”
“Sorry” replied Bucky looking back at the TV looking put out, a scowl on his face
Y/N chuckled “Bucky that’s the name of the book, Make Me, its by Lee Child”
Bucky’s cheeks flashed red, “Oh right” he mumbled “Must be good, I’ve noticed you have had you nose buried in it for days” his cheeks flushed red at his admission of watching her.
Y/N hadn’t noticed “It’s great, I love the Lee Child books there are about 19 books, he is one of my favourite authors, he always writes about the same person, an ex-army vigilante called Jack Reacher, he was an army cop, he has no address, no spare clothes only what he is wearing, he just buys new stuff every few days, all he has is money and a fold up toothbrush, he roams from place to place, he is not to be messed with and the ladies love him, he’s 6ft 5 and built like a brick shit house”
Bucky watched as her face lit up as you talked about the book, he had a small smile on his face,
Y/N noticed how Bucky was staring at her, her face flushed, he couldn’t feel the same way about her as she did him surely? Why would he want her? She cleared her throat breaking the gaze between the two of them “Sorry, I tend to get carried away talking about books, I’ll go read in my room so you can watch TV” and she started to get up.
“No!” Shouted Bucky, a little more intense than he meant causing Y/N to freeze and look at him in shock “I mean, you are fine, you’re not disturbing me, stay you look comfy”
Y/N smiled and settled back into the chair and continued to read.
Bucky went back to flicking through the TV channels, glancing over at Y/N every now and then, even bringing her a hot chocolate with marshmallows when he went and got himself a drink, he couldn’t help but smile when he presented her with the drink making her face light up and her eyes twinkle.
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The next few days went by quickly, there was no missions to go on, it was early Tuesday evening and Y/N was in her room, she was getting ready to go out, unbeknown to her the others were also getting ready to follow her. She dressed in her dark blue tight jeans, high heeled boots and dark purple sleeveless top, grabbed her purse and leather jacket and snuck out.
The others gathered in the Kitchen, leaving it a few minutes before following her, Nat leading the way, they stopped at the bar and walked inside, Bucky and Steve looking around for Y/N but couldn’t see her yet. They all ordered drinks and sat in a booth on the right-hand side.
They sat and chatted for a while before they heard a familiar voice speaking into the microphone, they all turned to the stage to see Y/N standing there, Tony, Sam, Wanda and Bucky’s mouths hung open, Y/N looked great in her tight jeans, purple top and boots. Nat and Steve had huge proud grins on their faces.
“Can’t fight the moonlight” started on the duke box
The lights went down apart from spotlights illuminating 4 womanly figures standing on the bar, one raised a microphone to her lips and began to sing.
All four women began swaying and dancing to the music, gyrating against each other, and thrusting their hips in time with the beat.
When they turned around Nat grinned at the others, Y/N was singing and dancing on the bar.
“Well, they say it’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for” chuckled Tony, taking a sip of his drink, Bucky shifted in his seat,
Y/N continued to sing and dance, running her fingers through her hair as she swayed provocatively, she hadn’t yet noticed the Avengers watching her.
The song finished and the bar roared with applause, Y/N blushed as she thanked everyone and hugged the other women, they were all laughing and joking.
Y/N went to climb down from the bar, two strong hands appeared in front of her to help her, she recognised one as being metal, she looked at the man’s face, the beautiful blue eyes of Bucky met her gaze only a few inches from her face.
She took Bucky’s hands as he helped her down from the bar, his hands caught her waist as she stumbled, she fell into his strong arms.
“Oh….thanks” Y/N replied breathy, she was caught off guard at being so close to Bucky, she could feel his breath on her face, getting lost in the deepness of his blue eyes.
The moment was broken by Wanda and Nat coming up to Y/N screaming “Y/N that was amazing, why didn’t you tell us you could sing!” said Wanda
Y/N shrugged, moving away from Bucky, hoping the others wouldn’t notice the blush on her cheeks. Ryan the barman came over to Y/N hugging her and pecking her on the cheek “She is amazing!”
Steve noticed how Bucky had reacted and although he hadn’t known Bucky had feelings for Y/N until now there was no denying Bucky was jealous of Ryan with his arms around Y/N.
“Go and speak with her” Said Steve, pulling Bucky out of his stare
“Shut up punk” mumbled Bucky
“Seriously, go and speak with her, you clearly like her, so tell her, the old Bucky wouldn’t let a dame he liked go without saying something, and I know the old Bucky is still in there somewhere” Steve said, a stern but caring tone as he tapped Bucky on the chest.
Bucky looked at Steve before looking back at Y/N, Ryan’s arm still draped around her shoulders while they talked with Nat and Wanda.
“Go on” encouraged Steve, nodding towards Y/N
“Fuck it” mumbled Bucky, downing the last of his drink and striding over to Y/N, he gently cupped Y/N’s face in his hands, staring into her eyes before gently placing his lips to hers.
Y/N was in complete shock at first, then falling into the kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck and deepening the kiss.
They pulled away after a few minutes, resting their foreheads together, both with a huge grin on their faces, Y/N was a shade of bright red.
Bucky looked up a Ryan who was grinning at the display of affection “Hey man, she’s not mine, but make sure you look after her yeah?” he said before turning and walking off.
Bucky and Y/N looked at the others Nat, Wanda, Steve and were wearing huge smug grins, Tony was laughing.
Y/N and Bucky looked back at each other, staring into each other’s eyes, neither one able to stop the huge grin on their face “Guess my secrets out” Y/N said chuckling and looking around at the other before grinning back at Bucky, Bucky’s grin got even bigger, it that was possible, “Mine too” he replied, not taking his gaze from Y/N, pecking her on the lips and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her into him.
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