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novamirmirsblog · 3 years

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I am not a woman, I'm a God (17+)

If I can't have love I want power pt 2

If I can't have love masterlist

Word Count: 1640

Genre: dark I guess?

Request: no

Warnings: none? (atm anyways)

A/N: I'm not too happy with this chapter so it's subject to change BUT the next couple chapters should pick things up a little :3 OH and the next chapter might contain smut (Idk yet - I'll try to edit this when I've written the next chapter)

1737 - The middle

The revenge was sweet and drawn out. The redhead and her long-time friend had made sure of that. They let you finish the duke off but not before they had their fun. The two women were gorgeous, both with red hair that would make any woman jealous. The green-eyed woman had hair like a wildfire and the blue-eyed woman had hair the colour of a deep red sunset. Liking women was wrong but you weren’t sure these two counted as women – they certainly weren’t human. Wanda, the one with sunset hair, tortured your husband mentally, angry whisps the same colour as Natasha’s hair crawled in through his ears and buried themselves deep within his brain. While this was happening, Natasha was peeling layer after layer of skin off him with her razor-sharp nails. You weren’t sure if you could even call them nails – not when they looked so much more like claws. While Wanda was exploiting your husband’s deepest darkest fears, Natasha was calmly explaining to you which tools to use where so you could cause the most pain. Apparently pain and torture was an aphrodisiac for them because the two demons decided to show you what you had been missing out on due to your husband’s lack of skill.

That was almost 200 years ago. Wanda and Natasha had given you great gifts, allowing you to have a much longer life, giving you cat-like reflexes and godlike powers. Perhaps your favourite was the enhancements they gave to your voice. People were suddenly compelled to do whatever you suggested they do and the rush it gave you was unexplainable. These gifts were not free however and yet the price was one you willingly paid repeatedly. Especially because it meant spending extra time with your two favourite demons. You were there to cause chaos and have fun which was ironic considering Wanda was a chaos demon and Natasha was a succubus but perhaps that’s why you did what you did. Perhaps it was because you were made by them and therefore must serve them in every way imaginable.

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You had watched your siblings grow from afar and made sure every single villager who ever even looked at them wrong suffered. When you were with Wanda and Natasha, it felt as if everything just fit into place. It was strange and you felt as if you shouldn’t miss them – they killed and tortured your husband in front of you, gave you gifts that meant you couldn’t live a normal life and coerced you into sex that you weren’t sure you wanted; yet you still wanted them.

Your story was told countless times and the more times it was told, the deeper the truth was twisted into a legend, a tale mothers told their children to keep them away from the forests late at night. You were turned into a martyr, a victim of the horrible cruelties the evil creatures of the world could bestow onto innocent girls.

You were anything but.

If the storytellers could see you now, they would burn all mentions of your story. You were a problem child, a bad example and you had two of the most powerful demons wrapped around your little finger.

A few years ago, you had mentioned to Natasha and Wanda one evening that you were bored. That’s how you found yourself currently being shot at.

“Natty I’m bored.” You whined, throwing yourself dramatically over the bed. History was going through a dry spell; people weren’t doing anything interesting and there weren’t enough opportunities for you to wreak havoc.

“Natty” Wanda mocked “Our princess is bored.”

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” Natasha moved to hover over you, Wanda placed your head in her lap. Natasha’s tail flicked with a cat-like manner before it slithered between your legs.

You grabbed her tail and she let out a moan “Not now Natasha. I’m serious. If I knew living forever was going to be this boring, then I wouldn’t have done it.” That wasn’t quite true, you enjoyed being theirs to use but you were getting restless.

Natasha rolled her eyes, leaning up to kiss Wanda instead. You waited a few moments for the two demons to stop their make-out session, but it didn’t look to be ending any time soon. You rolled out from underneath Natasha and untangled Wanda’s fingers from where she was massaging your scalp.

“Awe come back baby.” Wanda broke the kiss and made grabby arms at you. For a supposed demon, she sure was soft. “I promise we’ll make things more fun.”

Natasha rolled her eyes again “You’ve gone soft Wands.” Although Natasha huffed and puffed about how ‘soft’ Wanda had gotten, she seemed to have a slightly less hardened heart when she looked at you.

You were no longer bored but you were being shot at and while it couldn’t kill you, it sure did sting. Perhaps going after Dick Turpin’s loot was a bad idea but what can you say? You wanted to live a little. All you had wanted was a pretty horse you had seen him steal but nooo – he had to keep them all for himself. You had managed to escape Mr Turpin himself but one of his lackeys just wouldn’t give up. Rather than continuing to run, you decided you may as well get a quick meal.

“Hello darling.” Your voice echoed from all around, you watched as the man trying to kill you frantically whipped his head around.

“Who are you? Come out now!”

You let out a low, predatory chuckle.

“I’m the poor little martyr in all your stories.”

“No. You can’t be- that’s impossible! You should be dead!” You watched as the man continued to spin around and around in circles, watching him trip before revealing yourself.

“I am ancient. I have seen empires rise and fall. I have seen kings and queens and holy men enter the world and I have seen them leave; and yet I am nowhere near as old or as powerful as the women who made me the person I am today. While I watched preestablished civilisations crumble, they were reminiscing the time they created them, all while burning them to the ground. Some call me the end but they are mistaken. They are the end. I am your warning. I am the only kindness they will show you. Trivial things such as death do not concern me.” As you finished your speech, Natasha and Wanda’s comforting aura surrounded you, the dark mist embracing you before forming the two women.

“Couldn’t let you have all the fun now could we dove?” Natasha’s voice rumbled out against your neck, biting it lightly.

“You have to share.” Wanda cooed, lifting your chin up to face her as she captured your lips with hers.

The idiot who you were about to kill and feed on decided now was a good time to make their escape. Luckily, Wanda had other plans as her red magic bought the squirming meal back to you.

“Go away. I want to eat. It’s been so long.” You pouted, making your way back to your meal. It was a little annoying that to continue living in your young body that you had to drain the soul from another person, but it was worth it.

“But if we leave then who’s going to do all the heavy lifting?”

“And who will dig the hole in your garden?”

“Or put the body in the hole?”

“Or-”

“Okay! I get it. Fine. But just hush, okay? I like to eat in peace.” You grabbed the man and kissed him hard, feeling his soul merge with yours before it was consumed by the darkness.

“I don’t know why you always have to kiss them to feed” Natasha bit out, moving away from you with Wanda, voicing her unhappiness at you kissing someone else when only she should be kissing you- her and maybe Wanda.

“Well, it wasn’t me who made her feed that way.” Wanda whispered back

“Are you suggesting this is my fault?” Natasha’s voice got low and dangerous, and you felt the forest drop about 10 degrees.

“Well that’s how you feed isn’t it?” Wanda’s eyes glowed and a wind picked up.

You pulled away from your meal, the faint glow of his soul swirling around your mouth and eyes. “Want to share?” The forest rose back to its original temperature and climate as Natasha kissed you, absorbing small remnants of the soul. Wanda wrapped one arm around your waist while the other snaked up to your neck, her teeth lightly biting and sucking along your shoulders.

“I think you forget dove” Natasha broke the kiss to growl at you

“We’re in charge here. If we wanted to share, then we would share.” Wanda finished off for her.

It dawned on you that perhaps this was about more than just the meal. They were jealous.

“Are you two jealous?” You laughed, not at the situation but at their reactions. Wanda bit you harder and Natasha just glared at you.

“Of course not. Why would we be jealous of some silly insignificant dum-”

“Baby…” You reached up and placed one hand lightly on Wanda’s horn and the other on Natasha’s cheek, effectively stopping Natasha’s rant about how unjealous they are. Wanda moved from where she was standing behind you to stand next to Natasha. “You both know that if I could live off Demon energy then I would, but I can’t.”

Natasha and Wanda shared a look, having a silent conversation in the space of seconds before turning their attention back to you. “That’s not necessarily true love.” Wanda said.

“It will be painful but…well demons aren’t born. They’re made.” Natasha explained.

“And if you wanted to…”

You didn’t even hesitate before giving your answer. “Yes.”

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angstsfordays · 3 years

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Beautiful Pain (1)

Chapter One- A post-Blip world

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Summary: Post-Blip, you started to feel lost when most of the Avengers team are gone. Coping with your loss, you still find hope in the connection with your remaining friends. However, it is not easy as everyone is trying to figure their lives after the Blip.

Having a long history with Bucky ever since you both saved each other from Hydra, you were still glad you had Bucky after all this time. However, as you try to give Bucky space to find himself after being pardoned for his past, you start to wonder if you should ever cross the line of friendship before it’s too late.

That thought might have to be put on hold though, when you, Sam and Bucky find yourselves having to deal with threats that continue to rise in a post-blip world.

Chapter synopsis: Post-Blip, you find yourself more alone than ever as old friends are forever gone. You and Bucky struggle with finding life's purpose while trying to move on.

Warnings: Angst. A lot of guilt and self-blaming. Spoiler for ep 1 if you haven't seen it!

Word count: 2.4k

Notes: Here's the first chapter of the series! Check out the prologue if you have not done so! It gives you an insight into the OC's background and history with Bucky before TFATWS.

Hope you enjoy this read!

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Previous: Prologue | Next: Chapter Two |

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Present-day

Bucky felt his heart stopped for a moment when he realised what he was about to do to the terrified man from his dreams. Before he could imagine the next scene, his eyes flew wide open and he immediately sat up.

Assessing his surroundings to see that the television was still on, he realised he was home and have woken up from a nightmare. Even though Hydra’s brainwashing has been removed, the memories from his dark past continued to plague him.

The summer blanket you got for him pooled around his waist, his right hand reached out to give it a soft squeeze. The soft texture of the fabric comforted him emotionally as he sat on the cold hard floor. As he regained steady breathing, he looked around to see that it was still the early hours of the night.

He reached out for his flip phone- the one you couldn’t believe he insisted to buy over a regular smartphone. Pressing the buttons, he went to his inbox to see an unread message from you. Bucky contemplated opening it but decided to continue when he decided he wanted to hear from you.

Ever since the blip occurred, the days and weeks seemed to be a blur. Sooner than he realised, six months had just passed like that.

When Steve decided to go back to the past for good, all three of you including Sam were at a sudden loss. Bucky was disappointed but not surprised at Steve’s decision. Sam wanted the best for Steve and showed his support.

However, you were the most affected out of the group. He knew that despite putting a brave front, you were struggling with the loss of your friends in a short span of time. After all, you had spent a good amount of time with the Avengers and had a developed a close relationship with most of the team.

Bucky remembered how you immediately slumped to the floor when you heard the news about Natasha. You were at a loss of words before you started to break down when Steve went to comfort you. You always regarded Natasha as an older sister so her death hit you hard.

He recalled how you held back your tears at Tony’s funeral as you did not want to further bring down the atmosphere when Pepper and Morgan were there. He remembered how Tony was like an annoying but endearing older brother.

When Steve was disappeared from his spot, you didn’t think much of it thinking he would return in a matter of seconds after returning the stones. However, when all three of you looked to see an ageing Steve, you were the first to run up to him. Despite the astonishing expression that painted your face, you reached out to hold Steve’s hands to check if he was real.

Steve’s decision to pass Sam the shield was no surprise to Bucky. Even though Bucky found Sam irritating at times, Bucky knew he was a good man.

While you chose to accept Steve’s choice, it started to sink into your mind that the people once closest to you were gone or getting further. Bucky remembered how you were reluctant to let Steve walk away and Steve let you hold onto him longer.

You and Bucky decided to not let each other be alone that night. You two figured that at least you had each other and you wanted to cherish that.

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Moving forward, Sam had decided to find work with the U.S air force. Sam checked in on Bucky from time to time but Bucky contemplated to respond. After being pardoned for his past, Bucky found himself compensated but he still felt like a prisoner.

He was required to attend court-mandated therapy sessions to make sure he was doing well. You know that it was just a way for the government to have him under surveillance and in check.

He might be the oldest prisoner of war but he was still a super soldier and one with a vibranium arm. Bucky knew he was still deemed as dangerous in their eyes.

When you and Bucky discussed how to move forward, he confided that he wanted to make amends and you showed your support. When he asked about you, you seemed hesitant and a little lost for an answer.

The Avengers are gone. There was no more S.H.I.E.L.D.

Who were you now? What are you fighting for? What is going to be your purpose moving forward? These were all the questions swimming in your head.

You were reluctant to tell Bucky yet but a government official had paid you a visit while you were waiting for Bucky to finish his therapy session.

You were offered a position in a task force to maintain global security in light of a post-blip world. Given your abilities, you were viewed as an invaluable asset. However, you knew better than to take their words for it.

Revealing your hesitance, the official took a harder approach and laid out the truth. You were viewed as a potential threat if you were to not co-operate with the government. You are an unsupervised enhanced individual that is roaming freely. They do not want to allow that in the event that you were to do anything out of your own jurisdiction.

It was the Sokovia Accords all over again, you thought. The official added that you no longer had the Avengers team to fall back on. His words only added to the ache in your heart as you were reminded of your lost friends.

Additionally, he let off that Wanda had been involved in an event that caused the government to review their management of enhanced individuals in the country. Wanda was out of their reach but you were still around. They knew that you have been sticking by Bucky and thus decided to come for you.

Remembering Steve's words from the times of the civil war between the Avengers, you were not able to let yourself trust any words that the official said.

You didn’t want to let yourself be controlled especially by the government whom you knew had hidden agendas that they would not reveal to you. Their words of praises of how you would be a great addition made you felt like you would be nothing more than a tool in their master plans.

“What if I refuse?” You spoke to the official. The official's eyes hardened and his jaw clenched.

“Then Ms L/N, we will have to view you as a threat to national and global security.” You scoffed at his words when you stared dead into his eyes.

“You forgot that I was one of the many to help fight Thanos and brought the world back. This is how you decided to treat me after giving my service to this country? To this world?” You shot back in distaste.

You turned your back on the guy and walked off without giving him a chance to answer.

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Hey Buck, I managed to find Wanda and decided to accompany her for a bit. She needs someone now.

I will let you know when I am back.

Don’t miss me too much ok! ;)

Bucky couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face at your last sentence. He missed you but he knew that you had things to attend to. He understood how much you valued your remaining friends. Wanda, being one of them.

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Bucky sighed when he realised that he was not going to get away easy with today’s therapy session. Dr Raynor was really trying to push his buttons and even took out her darn notebook again.

That ticked Bucky off the most and he reluctantly gave in. He began to share about how he crossed another name on his list of amends. Dr Raynor then gave her opinion about how even making amends wasn’t able to help with his nightmares.

Bucky continued to deny that he had any at all but he knew Dr Raynor was not convinced. Glimpsing down briefly with an unconvinced look, Dr Raynor looked back up to Bucky.

“Look. One day, you’re gonna have to open up and understand that some people really do want to help you and that they can be trusted.”

“I trust people.” Not all but maybe just one. Only one person came to his immediate thought.

“Yeah, give me your phone.” Dr Raynor put aside her notebook before reaching over to take Bucky’s phone from him. As she searched up his contact list, she remarked that there wasn’t even ten numbers in it.

“Oh, and you’ve been ignoring the texts from Sam. Look, you gotta nurture friendships.” She spoke before noting that she was the only person Bucky called all week and how sad it was.

Dr Raynor was going to continue before she stopped herself. She opened up the chat with your name and read your last message to Bucky.

“What about Y/N?”

“What about her?” Bucky retorted.

“Seems like she’s someone you are close to?” Dr Raynor tried to imply something.

“She’s a friend,” Bucky answered firmly. Dr Raynor gave Bucky a glance before probing further. “I’ve seen her around before when she accompanied you at the beginning of your session. She seems nice.”

“She is,” Bucky answered curtly once more before deciding to shoot back, knowing his therapist was trying to probe more than he was willing to share. “What are you insinuating, doc?”

“Nothing. I am glad you at least have one friend. But you need to make more connections with other people.” Dr Raynor tried explaining. Bucky drifted off in his thoughts for a moment, thinking about how he didn’t need more people. He was fine with just you but he didn’t want to let on more than he wanted to.

He didn’t feel the need to explain about his relationship with you when you knew you two were solid. Bucky sighed internally when his therapist asked him what he wanted. Bucky thought of the calm and peace he had in Wakanda, his mind replaying the moments of you and him living a carefree life on the farm.

When he was told that he was finally free, he questioned “to do what?”. Was he ever truly free? The memories from his past, the long list of amends he had in his notebook. Could he ever truly be free from the guilt that constantly plagues him?

As Bucky made his way back to his apartment, he spotted his neighbour, Yori arguing with another neighbour, Unique over the trash. He reassured that he could take care of Yori to this Unique fellow before catching up with the grumbling old man in the alley.

Bucky convinced him that he would give a treat at their usual sushi place and that managed to pacify Yori’s mood.

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When they were at Izzy’s, Yori mentioned how no one made it past 90 years in the obituary of the newspaper. The familiar waitress came up to the two and remarked if they were feeling adventurous since they did not order the usual.

Giving him a slight smirk, Yori suggested that Bucky should ask her out. Bucky immediately shook his head and gave Yori a bewildered look like he was crazy.

“Why not? Are you seeing that pretty friend of yours that always come to visit?” Bucky knew Yori was referring to you and immediately tried to refute the notion.

“Y/N’s just a friend.”

“Could have convinced me otherwise. You two seem really close.” Yori scoffed at Bucky’s statement.

“Such a pity. If I were 50 years younger, I would have made a move already.” Bucky chuckled at how Yori, despite being a grumpy senior most of the times, actually tried to make a witty joke. He silently agreed that you were indeed a catch and how it was crazy you have not been with anyone.

Well then again, you have always been with him all this while. Of course, as a friend, Bucky tried to convince himself that there was no way he would have a shot with you. You were too good for him and you definitely deserved someone better.

Even though he tried to convince himself, Bucky does not know what to do if you had managed to find someone and will eventually leave him to be on his own. He shook himself out of his inner thoughts and before he knew it, Yori spoke to the waitress.

“He would like to take you out on a date.” Bucky’s eyes shot wide open when he realised what Yori had actually done. Bucky tried to apologise on behalf of Yori for his bizarre behaviour but the waitress did not seem to mind. In fact, she was game and agreed.

After she went off to attend to other customers, Bucky shook his head and couldn’t believe Yori actually became his wingman. Yori then suddenly went silent for a moment. Bucky was nervous before hearing how Yori spoke of his beloved son who had passed away due to an incident.

Bucky listened intently with the guilt gnawing in his gut, his heart heavy with all of the weight of the world.

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Bucky convinced himself to go on the date with Leah. He decided to give himself the chance to make more connections as Dr Raynor had advised. The date was going well in fact. Leah seemed like a great gal but Bucky felt himself holding back.

There were just too many secrets he was holding in. What would she think if she knew who he really was? Would she even want to be in the same room as him then?

While he tried the whole online dating thing (much to your masked disappointment and amusement), he was not convinced if he could really make a romantic connection with anyone. Who was he kidding? Could he ever?

When the topic of conversation turned to Yori, the overwhelming sensation started to descend onto Bucky’s consciousness. Before he could stop, he immediately tapped out. Giving a pathetic excuse, Bucky rushed back to Yori’s apartment and had the urge to tell him the truth.

However, when he saw the altar that Yori had dedicated to his son, Bucky withdrew himself. He did not want to lose a friend in Yori even though he was dying to say the truth.

Bucky pretended to come up with an excuse to a confused Yori by paying his half of lunch before stalking off. When Bucky returned to his place, he opened up his notebook and stared at Yori’s name.

What was he to do?

A ring on his phone averted his intense thoughts and he reached for his phone.

Hey Buck, I am done on my side.

Would be back soon!

Can’t wait to see you again, missed you!

Bucky clutched his phone tighter and brought it close to his heart. He started counting down the hours till he could welcome you back in his arms.

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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The line he crossed

Summary: To get hold of Brock Rumlow, his nemesis Steve Rogers is not holding back. He will cross lines if he has to, even if this means to use Brock’s sister to take him down.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Brock Rumlow x Sister!Reader

Characters: Nick Fury, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, mentions of Pietro Maximoff/Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Jack Rollins

Warnings: angst, undercover work, investigations, shy reader, mentions of kidnapping, fake identities, virgin reader, light smut, protected sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, making out, a hint of dirty talk, comforting, fluff

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“Boss, we are sorry, but we can’t find your sister. She suddenly disappeared. No one at the hospital knows where she’s gone. She only called to tell them that there was an emergency and she needs a few days off.” Brock’s features darken before his fist meets Rollin's face.

“I told you to bring me my sister, not bad news. She’s with that bastard, fucking his dick and you stand here and whine about not being able to do your fucking job!” Furious Brock aims a gun at Jack’s head. “You have till tomorrow to find out where that asshole is keeping my sister!”

“Boss, we can’t find your sister but one of our rats told us he saw Wanda Maximoff. Shall we get her? You could use her to get hold of Y/N. She’s like a sister to your sister.” Jack spits blood onto the floor, smirking at Brock. “I like me a little kidnapping in the morning boss.”

“Get her but do not hurt that chick. We need her unharmed. When I got Y/N, you can have fun with that Maximoff bitch.” Jack smirk’s , knowing Brock would do anything to get hold of you.

“I am on it, boss. One of my best men keeps an eye on that little redhead. I bet she knows where Y/N is hiding or at least can reach her. I will bring you your sister in no time…”

“What’s next?” Sighing Fury rubs his forehead nervously. “Wilson?”

“We got a problem, boss. According to my ‘ATF-friend’, one of Brock’s men observed Wanda Maximoff. I am afraid we’ve got no other choice than getting hold of Y/N’s friend before it’s too late.”

“Problems without an end.” Bucky sighs as he looks at the latest report from Natasha. “Pietro won’t cooperate until Wanda is safe with them. Sam is right – we need Maximoff’s sister like yesterday.”

“It’s not about the case, Bucky. This is about keeping an innocent girl safe. I don’t want to know what Brock has planned for Wanda or Y/N.” Looking at Fury for confirmation Sam gets his phone out. “Can I tell Scott that get her?”

“Get her. We can’t risk she falls into Brock’s hands.” Looking at the message from one of his undercover agents Fury’s features darken. “We’ve got a fucking problem…”

“Another one? Great day for problems…” Bucky snickers. “What’s wrong?”

“Brock is sticking his nose into Steve’s file and I am afraid, he’s close to finding out Steve Winter does not exist. Call Steve, he needs to tell Y/N the truth.” While Bucky hesitates Sam dials Scott’s number.

“Get her, Lang. We can’t wait any longer.” Nodding Bucky leaves the room to dial Steve’s number. “Good, thanks, Scott. Clint will come to provide back-up.”

“Is Maximoff save?”

“Scott got her half an hour ago, boss. It was a close call, one of Brock’s rats is dead, another will not make it to the hospital, but the girl is unharmed.” Falling onto a chair Sam rubs his sweaty hands over his pants. “She’s pissed, scared and wants to talk to Y/N.”

“Not yet, Sam. Steve needs to talk to Y/N first. If we confront the poor girl with too many cops, she’ll have a break-down or crap.” Fury’s jaw clenches when Bucky enters the room, an unreadable expression on his face.

“I can’t reach Steve. He does not answer my calls. I end up on his mailbox.” Sam jumps up, nodding at Bucky before they run out of the room.

“Make sure they are safe. No hasty decisions. Call Natasha and Bruce for back-up, not one else. Right now, we can only trust the inner circle…”

Steve’s lips are soft against yours. His hands run up and down your back as he tries to break the kiss, but you make it impossible for him to think straight.

Not with your soft body on top of him, or the way you cradle his face.

“Doll, I need…I need to tell you something. I…” Your lips are on Steve’s again. This time you roll your hips to feel his bulge pressed against your clothed core.

“I don’t want to talk or get to know secrets right now. All I want is you…” Your lips press against his throat and Steve forgets about everything else when you rub yourself against him.

“Y/N, maybe we shouldn’t do this now. We should…god…” Pressing your body hard down Steve’s you give him a wink before you open your blouse.

His eyes watch you slide the fabric down your shoulders, and he can’t resist - he must touch your skin.

Steve runs his hands over your stomach, up to your chest to cup your breasts. A moan escapes your lips when he pinches your nipples.

“You look so beautiful on top of me, Y/N.” Steve let you take control, just watches you slide the straps of your nude bra down your shoulders.

For a moment you hesitate, bite your lower lip and he sits up to cover your hands with his.

“We can stop, Baby Girl. Let’s just…” Not wanting to stop you rock your hips and Steve’s eyes darken.

One hand cups the back of your neck to press your lips to his while the other unclasp your bra.

“I don’t want to stop, Steve…” Mumbling the words against his lips you slide your fingers through his hair, not missing he dips one hand between your bodies to unbutton your shorts.

“We barely know each other, doll. I…I am no good for you…” Lips crushing against Steve’s you silence his protests. The last days you replayed what happened with Brock in your head and decided you will take control over your life.

“I want you to be my first, Steve. I don’t have control over what will happen with Brock, my job or anything else but this is my decision.”

“You don’t understand Mr. ATF. Y/N is my friend, my sister and I told her to fuck that guy! He’s a freaking cop and Y/N will hate me if she finds out!” Wanda pokes her finger into Scott's chest, glaring at the ATF agent with angry eyes.

“Lady, all I can tell you is that your friend is safe with my colleague. I know you have no reason to trust me or anyone else but that guy, the one who tried to grab you works for Brock Rumlow.” Wanda gasps at Scott’s words. Her heart starts racing and she can feel a cold shiver run down her spine.

“He is a sick bastard. We need to warn Y/N. Brock will not stop until he gets hold of my friend.”

“Steve takes care of your friend, promised.” Clint gives Scott a firm nod before he leads Wanda out of the building. “Two of my colleagues will join our team and bring you to your family. All you have to do for now is to stay safe to make sure Rumlow can’t use you to blackmail your friend.”

“I’ll do anything to protect Y/N. She’s like a sister to me…”

He shoves his hand into your shorts, dipping his fingers into your wetness and you grind against him.

There’s no holding back when you whimper his name. Steve’s finger deftly stroke your clit, rolling it between his finger and you suck in a breath at the look on his face.

“So beautiful for me…” He kisses you like a man starving while his hand works your heated flesh.

You thrust your hips forward and let him rub you slowly as his free hand moves to your chest, flicks your hardened nipple.

“Just like that, doll.” His voice drips of lust and you are sure, Steve will eat you alive when he flips you onto your back to drag your shorts and panties down.

He works his way between your legs, just looks up at you for a moment before he nuzzles your mound.

“Oh—god, Stevie.” Your hands fly to his head to press his face into your sex. “Do you…oh…my…”

You will not tell her so, but Wanda was right. Riding Steve’s beard could be fun.

While you try to not make too many noises Steve’s suckles at your clit. There’s something in his blue eyes when he looks up at you.

Guilt? Fear? You can’t put a finger on it, not with the way he slides two fingers into you to catch your g-spot. “Just relax, Y/N. I’ve got you, doll. There is no need to be scared.”

You press your thighs together cage Steve’s head, but he doesn’t care. Determined to open you up he slides his fingers in and out of you, scissoring his digits repeatedly.

“Steve…feels…good…” Back arching you watch Steve wrap his lips around your clit to suck harshly the moment you feel your walls contort around his fingers.

“You still sure? We can stop and just watch a movie or something.” Your eyes roam Steve for a moment. His chin glistened with your juices, his lips are pink and swollen but the most erotic thing is his eyes focused on you.

“Steve, don’t make me beg you.” Waving your index finger, you try to look sexy for the man between your legs. “I…I am nervous and if you reject me…”

“Gosh, doll! I want nothing more than to feel you around me. Make you cum on my cock and hear your hoarse voice call my name…” Now your eyes round and you giggle at Steve’s words.

“You are a dirty talker Stevie…”

“No…not really. I mean…I want you, Y/N.”

Steve leaves the bed to strip his clothes off. While he tries to get out of his pants your eyes are glued to his torso.

His muscles flex with every movement and you bite your index finger as he slides his boxers down.

A gasp escapes your lips watching his cock bob when he fishes a condom out of his wallet.

“Always prepared…” Whispering the word you nervously gulp as Steve rolls the condom over his erection. You’ve seen men in porn but Steve beats them for sure. “You’re…big…”

“I will not hurt you, doll.” Humming you watch Steve pry your legs apart with his hands, settling between them.

You let your body fall back onto the pillow, just watch him drape his body over yours. Steve carefully lines up with your entrance, ignores his ringing phone in the living room, as he starts to inch his way into your slick channel.

“Steve…” Sliding your hands over his chest you glance down your body to watch him slowly disappear inside of you until shaky gasps leave your lips. He’s panting on top of you, mutters your name as one rough hand hooks your leg over his waist.

“You’re so tight, Baby Girl. Just relax…” His lips move against yours to distract you from the way he tilts his hips to bottom out. “God…”

“I am so full of you…” Hiding your face in his neck you giggle as you can feel his cock twitch. “Feels odd, Stevie.”

“Am I hurting you? Shall I pull out.” Worriedly looking at your face Steve smiles as you slide your fingers over his bearded chin. “No, Steve. I just never felt someone inside of me. But I am glad it’s you, Baby…” You wrap your leg around his waist as Wanda told you to do so.

While you try to remember everything, she tried to teach you Steve’s lips press against yours and his body starts to move on top of yours.

Slowly Steve slides out then pushes back in, pulls out then pushes in, finding a rhythm taking your breath away. One hand grips your left thigh, as the other creeps behind your head to bring you closer to his lips.

You try to meet his thrusts to not just lie there to take the pleasure he brings.

You moan against his lips, slide your hands over his arms to grip his shoulders tightly. Then you raise your hips, finding a pace matching Steve’s to let his noises grow louder. His eyes widen when you start cursing his name.

“Are you close?” Steve’s words are barely a whisper as he’s busy to moan your name against your lips. “Baby?”

“I…I am not sure, but it feels good, Stevie.” You are close, but don’t want to admit it as this feels too good. “I…”

“I’ve got you, doll. Just give me one more, Y/N. I want to feel it…you…” Your arms wrap tightly around his neck and you crush your lips onto Steve’s.

Your walls grip Steve tightly, cause him to break the kiss. A cry leaves your lips and you press your head against Steve’s forehead, laughing as your high let your lips quiver.

“That was…” Humming Steve gives you shallow thrusts, rides your high out before his hips stutter and you feel something warm hit the condom. “Perfect…”

“You were perfect, Sweetheart. I mean…how do you feel? Does anything hurt?” Steve peppers soft kisses to your forehead, concerned he hurt you.

“I feel great, Stevie. Exhausted. Sore. But great…”

“Why did you call me?” Whispering Steve watches you sleep peacefully on his bed. You are wearing one of his shirts and his heart swells every time you whimper his name in your sleep.

“Punk, we’ve got a freaking problem! I tried to tell you that Brock was after Wanda Maximoff. We had to bring her to a safe house which means Y/N will not be able to reach her friend.” Bucky explains the situation while Sam tightens the grip on the steering wheel.

“Sam and I are on our way to you. We have to make a stop to check on Pietro and if he can tell us more but be prepared, we have to tell your girl we are cops.” Steve’s throat tightens at the thought he must reveal his true identity soon after you gave yourself to him.

“Buck, she will hate me…I…I can’t…”

“You know that Brock digs deep to find anything against you. He could already know you are a cop!”

“I can’t tell her I am a cop. Bucky, I will lose her…”

“What did you do Stevie?” Bucky’s eyes meet Sam’s as Steve reveals what happened not three hours ago. “Fuck…Steve…”

“What? Did something happen?” Shaking his head Bucky sighs. “Bucky? What’s wrong?”

“Steve slept with Y/N and she was…innocent. I am afraid that punk is in love with her and refuses to tell her about his job…”

“We’ve got no choice, Bucky. If Steve doesn’t tell her…I’ll do so…”

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sestra-inestro · 4 years

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Just A Really Big Mistake (1/?)

Jane the Virgin!AU

Pairings: Detective!Steve Rogers x Fem!reader (June is not an OC), Hotel Owner!Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: What happens when you accidentally fall pregnant with your boss’s baby, but you’re a virgin?

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, accidental insemination, mention of smut.

A/N: You can thank @whatcouldgowrong-ohthat for the brilliant idea. I hope this is at least something you hoped for! This was also eight pages long and not even half of the first episode.

Masterlist

Ever since you were a young girl, Pepper had taught you about keeping your purity and innocence. You had been the product of a unplanned pregnancy after your mother and father had sex. Now your father wasn’t around anymore and Aunt May felt horrible and took you in as her own. She told June that you dad was a military man. A military man who obviously couldn’t be around to be a dad. But alas, every year a man in a uniform would come to the house and speak with Pepper and May. A dark skinned military man who you painted to be your father in your head. You knew him as the name on his uniform , Col. J, Rhodes. You always watched from the window as he spoke with Pepper and May, never speaking or interacting, always just watching him walk to the house and walk away again. You grew up thinking that he never wanted to see or speak to you, that he regretted having you as a daughter.

Pepper had drilled it into you mind since you got your period. Keep yourself pure, do not damage that sweet white flower that you was blessed with. Sweetly, meaning don’t do the bullshit that your father did if he can’t handle being a father.

“Look at the flower, June.” Pepper stood in front of 11 year old you, who looked up at her with a small flower in your tiny palm.

“Pep, is this necessary?” May asked from where she sat on the bed, watching them.

“Shush, how else is she going to learn?” Pepper dismisses May, who rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, shush May.” You glared at the woman before looking up at Pepper.

“See the flower, so pretty and un-withered?” Pepper asked.

You looked down at the flower in you hand. You notices it’s small delicacy and pure white petals.

“Now scrunch it up in your fist.” Pepper told you.

You looked up at Pepper shocked. Your eyebrows frowned in confusion by Pepper only raised her brow and nodded.

You glanced at May with concern before looking back down at the flower, scrunching it in your hand with all your might. You squeezed its petals in your hand before releasing it, the flower falling back into place, all bunched up and brown at the tips.

“You see it crumple? Does it still look new?” Pepper asked the girl.

You shook your head. “No.”

“That’s what happens when you lose your virginity.

If you’re not careful, you will crumple and be like that flower.”

That idea scared you to death. You couldn’t imagine falling pregnant and not being able to look after the baby. You could barely look after yourself. The image of the white flower of purity crumpling brown flooded your mind every time you made out with someone. And now, was no different.

Steve hovered above you on your bed. Lips connected and his legs between yours. Your lips moved in sync as Steve’s hands ran up and down your waist, feeling over your clothed skin and practically begging for more. You hum in his mouth at his touch and Steve moves his kisses across your jaw and down your neck.

You wrap your arm around his neck, feeling his lips against your skin.

“We should...” You trail off at his movements.

“I know.” He mumbles against your skin.

You moaned as he pushing his hips against yours. You feel your body run hot against his. You open your eyes to see the white ceiling of your bedroom. The paint of your roof reminding you of those white petals. The brown withering petals crept into your mind.

“Okay!” You yell out, your body going stiff and your hands push Steve away from you. “We should stop.”

Steve stops all movement and sits back against his thighs, breathing heavily.

You pull yourself up to sit, also breathing heavily.

You both looked at each other, clothing rumpled and hair askew.

You took a deep breath and gave Steve a smile. “Phew.”

Steve chuckles at your discombobulated self.

“No matter how frustrated I get, I can never be mad at you.” Steve said softly, buttoning up his shirt again.

“And that’s why I love you.” You leaned forward to press another quick kiss on his lips.

Steve always understood that you didn’t want to have sex until you were married. He knew your fear of unwanted pregnancy, even though he called it over the top, he understood and waited.

You walked him to the front door to give him a proper goodbye. You sweetly kiss just outside your door, cupping his cheeks.

You pull back and give him a smile. “Don’t forget this.” You lifted his detective badge in your hand.

He smiles back as his hand closes around the badge to take it.

“Thanks for stopping by.” You gave him another kiss.

“No problem.” He pecked your lips again. “I will see you tomorrow at dinner?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

You let him go as he walked to his car and waved as he drove away.

That man had caught your heart the minute you saw him at her front door. Even if it was to report to a noise complaint on your birthday.

You smiled to yourself and skipped your way back into the house where May was seated on the couch. The theme music of the show she put on could be heard from outside.

“Jeez, you couldn’t turn that down?” You asked as you leapt over the back of the couch to sit next to her.

“Nope, just shush and eat your grilled cheese.” She handed you a plate with two grilled cheeses on it. Peter emerged from his room and sat on the other side of you, taking a slice of your grilled cheese.

You all watched as the screen faded into light, showing the main character played by the famous TV star, Tony Stark. May always watched his shows.

“Do we have to watch this?” Peter complained.

“Yes we do.” You and May said at the same time.

“She’s got me hooked on this stuff. You’ll like it.” You told Peter, but instead of agreeing, he groaned and got back up to trudge to his room. You shrugged and got comfortable next to May to watch the horrible but addictive romance show.

Only 8.2 miles away from where you lived, and 2 hours later, James Buchanan Barnes stood on the balcony of his hotel overlooking all of the open pool area as it got ready to open. He was very stressed about owning this one and began to doubt himself as he took in the setting.

“Buck, babe?” His wife’s voice rang from behind him.

He cringed on the inside before turning around to face her.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha asked him.

He shook his head. “Nothing. Just...thinking.” He gave her a tight lipped smile.

He fiddled with his hands as she stepped forward.

“You’re worrying about the hotel.” She said, knowingly.

Bucky sighed to himself. No matter how trapped he felt, they still had a connection that he had found with no one else. And in a way, he owed her.

“You know, you worry too much about what other people think of your accomplishments. You think you do too little so you try to overdo it.” Nat said on a soft voice as she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him with her green eyes. Her velvet red hair blew in the wind and Bucky thinks about how he first fell in love with her. It only happened twice.

Bucky’s chest rumbles as he chuckles at her words.

“You just need to relax.” Her voice changes from soft to seductive and her fingers trail over his belt and unbuttons his pants. Bucky watches her as she slowly sinks to her knees, taking the belt and his pants with her.

Bucky leans back against the railing as he feels her hands pull him out of his restraints and slowly rubs him til he hardens and take him in her mouth. He leans back and looks at the sky, just letting himself think of anyone but her, wrapping her lips around his member.

Downstairs in the women’s changing and storage rooms, you were getting ready to meet the new manager of staff. But your friend Wanda was hell-bent on pursuing a conversation you were uncomfortable with.

“I’m telling you, he’s gonna propose.” Wanda pointed out from the locker next to you.

“No he’s not.” You told her once again. “He knows my timeline and I haven’t even gotten my teachers degree yet-“

“You guys have been dating for two years!” She cut you off. “And you still haven’t boned. He doesn’t give a shit about the timeline anymore.”

You went to say something say something back to her when the door opened and a man with a big grin walks in.

“Ladies! Everybody decent?” He asks with a big smirk, disregarding the fact he’s already in the change rooms.

“Who are you?” Wanda asked, crossing her arms.

“I’m Sam Wilson, part of the new management team of this hotel and, well, I guess your new boss.” He said, smiling widely at his words.

You frown at his enthusiastic behaviour at those words. In his hand is a bunch of red straws he holds out to everyone.

“Pick a straw please? Anyone one is good and it doesn’t matter what straw as long as you are spectacular at your job.” You walked around to all the girls who took a straw from him. “It benefits us all which should be good because we all have the same goal. And that goal is...” he offers one to you with a wink. “To make bank.” He stepped back and observes everyone. “Alright, lets see those straws.”

Everyone lifts up their straws, and without failure, yours is the shortest.

Sam walks back up to you with his same grin. “What’s your name?”

“June.” You say quietly.

“But everyone calls her Jaz.” Wanda butts in.

You glare at her as Sam smirks at you. “Well, Jaz. You’re gonna be a great tail.”

You frown at his words.

You soon find out what he means as you lay, gracefully over a plastic clamshell in the hotel pool with a mermaid tail attached to your lower body. Everyone comes up to you, offering their empty glasses and you fill them up.

“This is bullshit.” You murmur but a co-worker who is in the pool next to you frowns.

“What do you mean?” He asks, as if he is also wearing the tail.

You slowly turn your head to glare at him and he shuts his mouth, stating quiet.

You go back to staring into space, hating the position you were in. You certainly did draw the short straw.

Bucky sits on one of He circular couches next to Becca.

“Buck, if you’re not happy, end it.” She says simply.

“But she stood by me.” He says, running his hands over his face.

“I know, but that doesn’t mean you owe her your whole life.” Becca says a-matter-of-factly. “You changed, of course you did. The whole cancer thing is going to change you and now she’s dangling it over your head. If it’s this toxic then just leave. It’s not going to make you our father if you do.”

Bucky sighs because he knows she’s right. He lets Natasha hold the cancer situation over his head and now he’s stuck.

“I know. Thank you.” He turns his head and looks at his sister. “Now go home to your wife.”

Becca smiles at him. “I will.” She stands up with him. “Try to enjoy your party.”

“I will.” They hugged before she made her way out of the party.

What they both didn’t know was that Natasha sat behind them on the other side of the circular lounge, her head against the back as she listened to their conversation. She knew their marriage was stale but she knew she couldn’t leave yet. If she was going to be divorced she was going to be walking out of that courtroom with 10 million to her name. Thank god for prenuptial agreement.

Bucky walked towards a waitress who held empty champagne glasses on a tray, a few people stopped him to shake his hand and he made his way over to her to take one, then she pointed him over to you, who still sat miserable on the clamshell.

You lifted your head to see his figure walking towards you and a rush of anxiety filled you. Before you could think, you rolled your body off the clam and threw the bottle into the pool.

Bucky frowned and stopped at the splash, watching you kick your way to the other side of the pool. The bizarre action made him turn back to the waitress who also frowned and led him to where a fresh bottle was sitting on ice.

You ripped the bottom of your tail open so your feet could poke out before getting out of the pool.

Wanda caught you getting out of the pool and approached you. “Um, what the hell?”

You lifted yourself out of the pool and moved the wet hair from your face.

“Do you remember a guy named James Barnes? He worked at the yacht club, he was like a member?” You asked her.

She raised an eyebrow and put her free hand on her hip. “The jerk You had a major crush on five years ago?” She questioned you.

“I didn’t have a major crush on him.” You said.

Wanda scoffed before continuing to walk, you shuffled alongside her in your mermaid costume.

“Are we talking about the same guy?” Wanda places her tray onto the bar bench for more glasses. “You had a magical kiss-“

“I was young, it meant nothing.” You said fast.

“What meant nothing?” For, another co-worker butted in.

“I need someone to run champagne to the pool ASAP.” The bartender addressed everyone.

You rolled your eyes but took it as an opportunity to get yourself out of the hole you just dug with Wanda and Dot.

“I got it.” You reached out for the bottles. You took them from his hands and quickly shuffled away to the small tent nearby the pool.

You really thought you would never see him again. And yet you wondered how the hell he managed to be staying at the same hotel that you were working at.

You began filling the champagne glasses as your mind ran over the reasons why he would be at the opening party.

People were filling the tent and you felt a presence behind you.

“I’ll hand out glasses.” He suggests. His voice sends shivers down your spine. You give him a small nod before going back to pouring.

Bucky looks down at you, curious to know where he has seen you before.

“You look familiar.” He tries to say in the most polite way he can.

“Really? Not sure.” You shake your head in denial.

“No, I really think we’ve met before.” He pushes.

You stop for a second and pull your lips into a tight smile. “I’m not usually wearing clamshells.” You give him a small laugh and shift on your feet.

Bucky frowns for a second before gasping in realisation. “Oh, the strip club on Birk Street.”

You whip your head around to look at him in horror. “Jerk.” You say in disgust.

Bucky is shocked again at your sudden anger. Okay he was definitely wrong. He went to apologise when he heard Natasha’s voice over the speakers. “Can I have everyone’s attention? I would like to make a toast.”

You both turn to face her and she raises a glass in your direction. “To my husband. For already making this hotel great.”

Everyone clapped but you gaped in shock.

He was the new hotel owner. And you just insulted him.

Natasha came over to Bucky to pull him down into a hard kiss.

As he was distracted, you slipped out of the tent and headed back to the change rooms. You believe it’s time for you to go home.

Becca moves through her front door, quietly closing it behind her, knowing her wife was asleep. She kicked off her heels in the living room before making her way down the hall to her bedroom. But a sound slowed her down, the sound of moaning was coming from her bedroom.

The door was open ajar and light shone through into the hallway. Becca pushed open the door to see her wife’s legs entangled with another woman’s. Dread literally overcame her and her wife’s head popped up from the bed at the squeak of the door.

“Oh god, Becca.”

You finally settled into your bed. May lay next to you, it’s one of those nights again.

Your phone buzzed from your nightstand and you picked it up to see Steve had messaged you. You looked at the time. It’s 4:23am.

You back?

You smiled. Yep, In bed.

Phone sex?

You scoffed and lightly laughed.

May’s sleeping in here tonight.

Soundly?

You softly laugh at him again.

Ew. So...I called the new hotel owner a jerk tonight.

WHAT? Why?

Long story.

Get some sleep. You have to be up in 3 hours. Doctors apt at 9 and a class at 12.

You frowned at how he knew your schedule.

Finally enjoying our conjoined calendar.

You smiled at him. He did still know your timeline.

Love you.

You too.

With that you finally put down your phone and turned the lamp off, drifting to sleep.

It felt like only a minute since you fell asleep that your alarm woke you up.

You groaned and pushed your face off the pillow, getting up to get ready for the day.

Becca tried to console herself in the work bathroom before heading outside. The pain was still very much panging in her chest since she’s woken up. Looking in the mirror, she saw how much of a mess she was.

Hating her life and needing to work was going to break her but she would fight against it.

She rubbed at her eyes and splashed water in her face to try and make herself look better.

She huffed, giving up before exiting the bathroom and heading into the doctors hallway.

A nurse approached her almost immediately. “Dr. Alver, there you are. You are running a little behind.

Hearing the nurse mention the name she had taken in marriage almost broke her again. The stress of today was already weighing on her.

“Yes I know, rough start to the day.”

“Yes, well as you should know you’re filling in for Dr. Peters today. You have an insemination in room seven and a pap in room eight.” The nurse handed Becca over the tools as Becca’s phone rang. Blindly, Becca collected the tools and picked up her phone in the other hand, seeing her wife’s name on the calling screen.

“Doctor, did you hear me?” The nurse asked.

“Yes, I did. An insemination and a pap. Thank you.” Becca said dismissing the nurse and turning away from her to answer the call.

Her wife’s voice flooded her ears.

“Becca, please. I’m so sorry, she didn’t mean anything! I’m a screwed up person, I don’t even car-“ Becca hung up the phone as her voice became too much for her to handle anymore.

Trying to compose herself again, Becca walks straight into room eight.

“Ms Parker, how are you. Are you ready for you’re insemination?” Becca asked, not looking up from your file as she enters the room.

The door closing woke you up from your nap on the examination chair.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.“ Becca apologises as she sees you startled.

“No, that’s fine. Sorry I’m a little tired.” You say, noticing that the doctor is a little flustered. “Yes, I am ready.”

You smile at her.

“Okay good.”

“I thought I had an appointment with Dr Peters?” You asked.

“Oh yes. I’ll be filling in for her while she’s on her...honeymoon.” You noticed her get a bit spacey as she said that. But she was quickly shaken out of it. “I’m Dr Alver.”

“Are you okay?” You asked as she took a seat in front of your spread legs.

“Oh yeah I’m fine. I’m just going through some personal problems.” Becca tried to give you her best smile.

Becca reaches to put on the gloves. “Did you bring anyone with you?” She tried to distract herself.

“Here?” You frown. “No, just me.”

“Oh you’re doing it alone. Good for you.” You could tell she was trying hard not to break down again. “It’s probably easiest that way.” She tried hard but the tears pushed through her eyes again.

“Dr Alver, we can do his another time of you want to?” You asked her, a little concerned.

“No, no I’m okay.” Becca pulls herself together and grabs the insemination tool.

“Are you sure? Because I can come back later if it’s better- Oh okay, you’re already doing it.” You grasps the sides of the bed as you feel the tool enter you.

“No it’s not fair one you. Because you’d have to wait a whole month and it’s just a waste of your time.” Becca smiles at you reassuringly and finishes the insemination.

She slowly pulls the tool out and puts it on the tray. “And you’re all done!”

You look down. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.” Becca nods taking off her gloves. “You should get your results in two weeks.” She smiles at you before collecting her forms. “You have a good day, Ms Parker.”

“You try to as well, Dr. Alver.” You smile at her as you let your legs down, feeling glad your first pap was over.

Becca walks across from room eight and into room seven.

“Hello, Ms-“ Becca looks up to see Natasha sitting in the examination chair. “I didn’t know that you were coming.”

“I had the nurse unfreeze Bucky’s sperm.” Nat’s words fell onto Becca’s ears as a curse. “That’s why I didn’t tell you, you guys are so close I didn’t want to put you in an awkward position.”

Becca goes through the appointments she has this morning in her head. An insemination and a pap. Here Natasha is, talking about her brothers sperm after she just inseminated you.

Her body feels weak as she puts the horrible reality together in her brain and her heart beats hard and fast out of fear.

“Look, if you don’t do it, someone else will. And I know from the internet that you can’t refreeze the sperm, so...unless you want the sperm to die.” Nat’s threats push more dread through Becca’s body.

She just fucking inseminated the wrong woman. With her brothers sperm

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avintagekiss24 · 5 years

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Eyes Always Seeking [2/?]

Pairing: Dark!Biker!Bucky Barnes x Original Black Female Character (Saoirse Wilson)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Dub-Con, rough sex, masturbation, oral sex, smut

Summary: You haven’t been able to keep your mind off of one Bucky Barnes since your initial meeting. You want him again. You need him again. Then, just like magic, he appears in your brother’s backyard.

Word Count: 5025

A/N: I’m so overwhelmed with all of the support I’ve received on this one! I’m just starting to branch out into dark!fic, and you guys have been so warm! I hope this lives up to the first part and, it’s just in time for Sebastian’s 37th birthday!

Again, this was written for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor 3000 followers #inthedark!challenge. The prompt is in bold. Enjoy!

PART THREE | SERIES MASTERLIST

“There she is.” Wanda’s warm voice floats toward you as you step into the kitchen, “Good morning.”

You smile back at her, crossing your arms over your chest as you pad toward the kitchen table. You fall into one of the chairs and bury your face into your hands and the cuffs of your sweater before smoothing your messy hair off your forehead. Your body is sore. Your joints, your muscles, your skin; it all hurts. Your eyes burn and your head spins as fragmented images of the night before flash before your eyes. You can still feel his rough fingers on your hips.

Your heart drops to your stomach at the thought of him. Bucky Barnes. You vision tunnels into the corner of the room as Wanda’s voice fades away from you. You can smell him, almost as if he’s standing in the room with you right this moment. He was a tantalizing mixture of cigarette smoke, cheap beer, and musky cologne. You shiver as the feeling of his prickly beard scraping against your jaw and neck washes through you. You squeeze your legs together.

Embarrassment flashes through you as your body begins to react. You shouldn’t feel this way. You should be angry at what happened to you, terrified at the very least. But, as you sit here, you slowly realize that this is what turns you on. The fear. The powerlessness that consumed you when he ripped your jacket from your torso. The adrenaline that coursed through your veins when he craned your leg around his hip.

You miss him. You were ashamed to admit it, it almost made you sick to. You miss the fullness that his cock brought your aching body. You miss the feeling of his black leather jacket balled in your hands as he fucked you up against your car. You swallow hard, slamming your eyes closed as you take a deep breath. Something is wrong with you. He assaulted you, in plain sight of a hundred bikers, your brother, and the good lord himself - and you can’t wait to see him again.

“Here,” Wanda says, snapping you out of your daze as she slides a cup of coffee toward you, “This’ll help with that hangover.”

You reach for the mug, a smile on your face as your overly large sweater slips off your shoulder. Wanda’s big eyes widen slightly as she reaches for your arm, “Oh honey, that’s a nasty bruise.”

You grab at the sweater quickly, pulling it back up over your shoulder as you laugh nervously, “I was so drunk last night, I ran right into the freakin’ door jam when coming out of the bathroom. Hurt like a mother fucker.”

“What hurt like a mother fucker?” Sam asks as he moves into the kitchen, the back door slamming shut behind him.

He moves to Wanda, wrapping his arms around her waist as he kisses her on the cheek. She points toward you before resting her hands on his arms, “She’s got a nasty bruise on her shoulder. Said he ran into the door jam last night.”

Sam chuckles as he removes himself from the smaller woman, “Pushing thirty and you still can’t walk and think at the same time. Bravo.”

You flip him off, “Fuck you.”

“Oooh, you kiss your mother with that mouth?” He quips.

“What can I say, I learned from you big brother.”

Wanda laughs as she turns back toward the stove, flipping the frying bacon, “You two make me miss Pietro.”

“Pietro?” You ask, sipping on your black coffee.

“Twin brother,” Sam answers, “I told you to invite him out. He can stay as long as he wants.” Wanda opens her mouth but Sam stops her, holding up his hands, “I know, I know, he don’t like Texas.”

You finish your coffee and scarf down the hearty breakfast that Wanda prepared. You didn’t realize you hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon until her pesto eggs and cinnamon toast were slid in your direction. You giggled as the three of you sat and ate, Wanda giving Sam a ration of shit for not properly stalling the horses, for leaving the cows out to pasture for far too long, and for forgetting to corral the chickens. You cut your eyes toward him over your glass of orange juice and watch him nearly cower, a dopey grin on his face as he shrugs and delivers a lame ass excuse. He’s happy and obviously smitten, and that makes you smile.

You excuse yourself once you’ve helped with the dishes and snuck back up to your bathroom. You grab a towel from underneath the sink and start the shower, slowly undressing as steam begins to fill the small bathroom. You bite your lip as you look over your battered body, your heartbeat beginning to pound in your ears. Red welts and scratches crover your chest and arms, blue and red bruises splashed on your brown skin. You hiss as you brush your fingers over the deep blue bruise forming in the nook of your neck and shoulder.

You can still see his teeth marks.

He’s branded you.

You shiver at the thought. Your pussy clenches as an ache begins to sting your clit. God, you fucking miss him. No other man has ever made you feel this way, made you want them this way. You blink a few times, trying to calm yourself down before grabbing a hair tie and pulling your hair into a bun. You pull on a shower cap, not having the energy to wash your hair, and step underneath the hot stream of water. You close your eyes instantly and let the water wash over you. You roll your head back and forth slowly, ignoring the slight sting as it beats down on your damaged skin, and let it soothe your tight, sore muscles.

You push your hands along your neck, rubbing gently before you tilt your face toward the ceiling again. You rest your hand on your chest, feeling thump of your heart quicken as the wicked thoughts of your new biker friend returns. The ache between your legs intensifies as your pussy begins to lubricate itself from the memories of his hands busting the buttons of your jacket. You bite your lip, a soft moan escaping as your nipples harden at the memory of him rolling them between his fingers.

You push your hand between your breasts and down your stomach, running your fingers over the bruises he caused by digging his fingers into your flesh so roughly. You lift your left leg and rest your foot on the edge of the tub, pushing your hips forward slightly. You spread yourself open with your left hand, strings of your wetness clinging to your lips. You push your fingers to your clit, rubbing slowly as your mouth drops open from the sensation.

You thrust your hips into your hand as you tease yourself, dipping your fingers into your cunt before pulling them out to continue stroking your swollen clit. You hiss as your fingers quicken against your flesh, rubbing fast circles. You sink your fingers into your pussy again, pushing them in and out as you use your free hand to massage your clit. Your eyes close to slits as you try to remember the feeling of his rough stubble against your cheek.

Your walls constrict as you hook your fingers inside of you to hit your spot. You moan, dropping your head as your orgasm builds, pure adrenaline and lust coursing through your veins. You buck your hips, imagining the denim of his jeans scraping against your thigh, his hot breath washing over your face as he pounded into you. You remember yourself squirting all over your thighs and onto the ground from his unforgiving thrusts.

You come, hard, as the hot water cascades over you. You whimper as you buck your hips against your furious fingers, your pussy constricting tightly as your orgasm rips through you. You continue to rub circles against your clit as it quakes and jumps with your release. You spread your lips open again, hissing loudly as the hot water beats down on your sensitive nub. You slap your sex through the water as you continue to come, trying to stretch the feeling as long as possible.

You squirt again, your moans growing louder as it bounces off of the walls. You push your hips forward as your slap and rub your sex through another wave of your orgasm. Your fingers start to slow as the minutes pass, your release finally beginning to recede. You lick your lips as a slow smile spreads on your face as you continue to massage yourself slowly, your fingers sticky with cum.

“Fuck.” You whisper, pushing air out through your teeth as you start to relax.

You giggle softly, your legs and arms turning to jelly as a shiver racks through your body. You wash quickly as post-orgasm sleepiness starts to spread through you. You step out, wrap up in the warm, fuzzy towel and traipse back into your room, closing the door behind you. You fall on the bed, rolling over onto your back and stare up at the ceiling fan as it twirls slowly. Your mind is still, your body satisfied - for now - your heart calm. You fall asleep to the sound of him saying your name over and over and over again.

Saoirse. Saoirse. Saoirse.

Awww, what’s wrong sugar?

Mumbled voices from outside break into your subconscious. You roll away from the window, grabbing your pillow and placing it over your head to try and drown out the sound of loud talking and laughing. There’s a thumping from downstairs, like someone is moving around in the kitchen before the back door opens and slams shut. You sigh deeply, not ready to rejoin the living quite yet.

You try and tune out Sam’s loud ass laugh as he hoots and hollers from just outside of your window it sounds. You lean up as your skin prickles from the air conditioning, and slip underneath the comforter, pulling it up to your chin. You’re just about to fall back asleep when your brother’s voice floats toward you again.

That shit ain’t right Bucky! You ain’t right for that!

Your eyes pop open at the sound of his name. You sit up, clutching the sheets to your chest as you turn your head back toward the window. You stare out into the distance as your mouth falls open, your breath becoming shallow.

I’m telling you man, that girl slipped me something. I swear!

Your heart leaps at the sound of his voice. Bucky! You slide toward the edge of the bed and stand, grabbing the discarded towel from the end of the mattress as you move toward the window. You stand to the side, trying to stay out of sight as you peer through the small pane of glass. Your breath hitches in your throat as soon as you spot him below. He smiles widely as he listens to Sam recount some old story. He’s dressed casually, just as he was the night before. Tight black jeans, loose black t shirt, and that old black leather jacket.

His dark hair is loose and wavy, some of it pulled back to keep it from falling into his face. He tilts his head toward the sky as he downs his beer, throwing the glass bottle into an old barrel before he moves to the cooler to grab another. You turn away from the scene below and lean against the wall as your mind begins to race. You push away from the wall, damn near running to the other side of the bed to grab your suitcase. You toss it on the bed and rummage through it, throwing around random articles of clothing until you find what you’re looking for.

You settle on a tight pair of jean shorts, the ones where your ass cheeks hang out of the bottom of them with little to no effort at all. You pull a pink halter top over your bare breasts before grabbing your makeup bag and running into the bathroom. You work quickly, doing your best to cover you scratches and bruises before applying your favorite lip gloss as you pucker them. You keep your eye shadow light, applying a quick layer, before you push your diamond studs into your ears.

You play with your hair, trying to get it just right, before getting frustrated and pulling it up into a high bun. You let a few strands fall around your face, turning your head from side to side as you pick at it. You didn’t pay five hundred dollars for these bundles to have them betray you like this, but then again, you should have sucked it up and washed the shit. After precious minutes tick by, you give up, semi approving of the quick up-do.

You spritz on some perfume and head for the stairs, skipping down them and turning into the kitchen. Wanda is hard at work, stirring a large bowl of potato salad before she glances up and greets you with a smile, “I came to check on you earlier but you were fast asleep.”

“Yeah,” You smile back as you let out a sigh, throwing your eyes toward the screen door, “I think the drive and all the drinking finally caught up to me.”

“I hope those loud ass boys didn’t wake you. Impromptu barbecues are famous around here.” She laughs, turning on her heel to tend to the pot of beans on the stove, “Hope you’re hungry.”

“I’m starving. You need any help?” You ask, praying that she’ll say no so that you can get outside.

She waves you off, “No, no. You’re a guest here, go grab yourself a beer and relax. It’s beautiful outside.”

You’re out the back door before she can even finish her sentence. The gaggle of men turn toward the sound of the door slamming shut and you dip your head, shoving your hands into your back pockets as you move toward your brother.

“I thought you were asleep.” Sam calls, squinting his eyes as you approach. He remembers your tricks when you were kids. He remembers every pair of booty shorts you just happened to be wearing when his friends were around.

“I was, your loud ass woke me.”

“Your voice does carry, Sam.” A short, slightly older man laughs, holding his beer to his lips.

“Nobody asked you, Clint. Thank you.” Sam answers, watching as you move up next to him, “Clint, Bruce, this is my baby sister Saoirse.” They greet you warmly, holding out their hands and smiling, “You remember Bucky from last night, yeah?”

You slide your eyes toward the object of your desire, shoving your hands into your back pockets again as you jut out your hip slightly, “Of course. Nice to see you again, Bucky.”

He nods his head toward you, his ice blue eyes staring at you for a quick second before he glances off and takes another sip of his beer. You swallow, letting your eyes linger on him for a moment more before you pretend to listen as the conversation strikes up again. Something’s off. It feels strange, the energy, or lack thereof, between you. Last night, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, but today, it’s like you’re not even there.

You grab a beer and laugh lightly as the boys continue to ham it up. You do everything possible to try and catch his attention. You push out your chest, you laugh at every one of his little quips and jokes, you find every reason on the planet to bend over in your shorts, knowing full well your ass in on display for him. He doesn’t even budge. Not a wink, not a glance, nothing. You’re invisible.

Anger starts to build inside your chest as you move away from the group, throwing your now empty beer into the barrel. You kick at the dirt, biting at your cheek as you glare at him from a few feet away. Asshole. You know he can feel you staring at him, but the fucker doesn’t even flinch. He just keeps on laughing, keeps on hamming it up as he finishes off beer after beer. How dare he.

You stomp back inside, huffing as the door slams shut behind you, “Need any help?” You ask, your voice low and full of frustration as you lean against the counter and fold your arms over your chest.

Wanda quirks her eyebrow, a small smirk on her lips as she hands you the pot of beans, “You okay?”

“Fine.” You answer, turning and kicking open the door with your foot, “Fuckin’ food’s ready.” You call as you move down the steps.

Sam scrunches up his face as he glances over his shoulder at you, “What’s your problem?”

“Nothing, just get the steaks off the grill, will you?” You answer curtly, turning and heading back inside.

You make several trips with Wanda, setting out plates and drinks and the rest of the sides as the boys take their seats. You make one last trip, grabbing the roll of paper towels, salt, pepper, and butter, before you traipse back outside. You lean over the older, and for some reason nervous Bruce, your breasts lightly brushing his shoulder as you place the items on the wooden picnic table.

He blushes, laughing nervously as you apologize and rest your hand on his shoulder, “Sorry ‘bout that.” You coo, smiling as you realize the effect you have on him.

You settle down between Bruce and Clint, just opposite Wanda, Sam, and Bucky. You glance up as you reach for the beans and do a double take as you connect your dark eyes with Bucky’s blues. His lips are in a hard line as he stares at you, a hint of anger on his features. You roll your eyes and stand, reaching across Bruce again to scoop some beans in your plastic bowl. You make sure to brush up against the nervous man as much as possible and bend and stretch as far as you can to make sure Clint gets an eyeful of your ass as well.

“You want some beans, Clint?” You ask sweetly, tossing your eyes back to him over your shoulder.

You want to laugh as you catch the man staring at your ass, his mouth slightly open as his eyes grow wide. Sam kicks him under the table, leaning up as he sucks his teeth, “Eyes forward, dickweed.”

Clint shakes his head as he rubs his shin, “Yes, please.” He answers after a second, clearing his throat, “Thank you Saoirse.”

You scoop a healthy helping into his bowl, your tits bouncing as you stir the beans. You pass his bowl back to him, and offer the same to Bruce, Sam, and Wanda. You plop down, staring at Bucky as you fail to offer him some and begin to pile your plate with potato salad, chips, and steak. You wiggle as close as you can to Bruce, keeping your attention solely on him as he talks about his work with the government.

“Oh gosh,” You say, letting out a quick breath and a light giggle as you turn toward him, “That sounds so interesting. You know, I never had a head for science or numbers or anything like that. Not like Sam.”

“Pssh, I don’t have anything on this dude. Banner’s got like six PhD’s or something crazy.” Sam points out.

“Seven.” Bruce shrugs before scratching at his scalp, “But you know, that’s boring stuff.”

“No, no,” You smile widely, nearly feeling the heat radiating off of Bucky, “Seven PhD’s? That’s incredible! Tell me more.”

You eat slowly, never taking your eyes off of Bruce as he rattles off a bunch of science terms that you’ve never heard before. Warmth floods through your body as you finally start to feel Bucky’s icy stare. It’s unwavering now. You continue to bat your eyes and laugh and smile, resting your hands on Bruce’s arm and shoulder, only throwing your eyes back toward Bucky every now and again. Every time you make eye contact, his jaw tightens even more. His eyes are nearly black once you’re all finished eating and you’re sure he’s broken a few teeth.

“Want me to take some plates, guys?” You ask, standing and holding out your hands.

You step over the seat and throw your hips back and forth as you reenter the house, a proud smirk on your face. You keep your back to the door as you toss the plates and utensils into the trash can, the group’s voices floating toward you through the screen door. You turn to wash your hands and hear the door open. Before you can turn fully, you’re pulled roughly toward the back of the kitchen, out of view from the door.

Bucky slams you into the wall, a grunt passing through your lips as pain rips through your body. He grabs your chin, pushing your head against the wall and cranes it up toward his face. Your chest rises and falls quickly as air audibly pushes through your nostrils. You stare back at him, your eyes dipping down to his lips before rejoining his stare.

“Don’t,” He starts, his voice low, “Play with me. You’ll regret it. I promise you.”

You bite your lip, trying to stifle the laugh that bubbles up in your chest. He raises his eyebrows at you, fury building in him. You slap his hand away from your face and lean forward, coming nose to nose with him, “Fuck you.” You answer calmly, venom dripping from your words.

He smirks, his eyes bouncing dangerously between yours, “Mouthy little thing, you are.” He spits back.

He grabs your wrist again and pulls you from the wall, pushing you roughly toward the stairs. You stumble and fall on the staircase, squealing as he grabs your arm and pulls you to your feet. You struggle against him, pushing back against his hands as he forces you up the stairs from behind. Once you reach the landing, you whirl around and slap him across the face, going in for another before he catches your hands in one of his.

He pushes you violently, sending you into your bedroom door and crashing to the floor. He grabs you, pulling you to your feet as you protest wildly, ripping and clawing at his chest and face with your hands.

“Yo, everything okay up there? The hell are you doin?” Sam calls, seconds later.

Bucky holds your shoulders firmly, squeezing your body to his, daring you to say anything other than you’re fine. You swallow harshly, the same fear from the night before growing in your stomach again as he stares at you. The stubble on his cheeks and chin brushes against your face as you start to shiver, his breath warm on your face. Your eyes are wide and wild as they bounce between his. Without warning, he leans in and bites your bottom lip, pulling back and taking it with him. You squeal from the pain and he lets go, letting your lip snap back to your face.

“Saoirse!” Sam calls again.

“I’m fine Sam. I just tripped over my bag.” You shout back, your eyes never leaving Bucky’s.

“You see Bucky? The fucker didn’t leave, did he?”

You shake your head as if he can see you, “No, he’s in the bathroom. Said something about the beans.”

You hear Sam laugh and then his footsteps as he moves toward the back door. You bite your lip as you turn your attention back toward the man in front of you, “Good girl.” He whispers.

You smirk. He leans in again, nuzzling his face against yours before his tongue slithers out through his lips. He licks up your chin and lips slowly, his tongue curling upward once it reaches the tip of your nose. You moan softly from the contact and he kisses you deeply, stealing the breath right out of your lungs. He groans lightly, sending a shiver down your spine as your sex begins to throb for the second time of the day.

You push your hips into his slowly, your wet lips sticking to your denim shorts. He forces your head upward with his as he nuzzles your neck, his lips and teeth scraping along your skin. You push your hand into his hair, grunting as he nips at your skin, your hips grinding against his leg as you hiss. He pops the small silver button on your shorts and unzips your fly before pushing his hand into your pants. He groans as his calloused fingers slide between your wet lips, and he bites down on his bottom lip.

“Filthy girl.” He mumbles, as he cups his dick through his jeans.

He slips his other hand into your shorts and shimmies them down your thighs, letting them pool at your feet. He turns you away from him, pushing you down to the bed. He hooks his hands around your waist and pulls you up on your knees before sliding his hands back to your waist. He squeezes your flesh in his hands as he moves them along your lower half. He lands a hard slap on your ass, lurching you forward, the sound of the skin to skin contact bouncing off of the walls.

He pulls you back into his hips and rubs his crotch into your ass before he steps back. You hear the sound of his zipper coming down, your heart lurching into your throat in anticipation. He pushes his hand into your top and slides his fingers around your body. He pinches your nipple in his fingers, tweaking and turning it as he slides his dick along your folds. You slam your eyes shut as he finally pushes into you, your walls spreading as you take him all in. The mattress dips as he presses his knee into it. He pushes your shirt up, freeing your breasts as he starts his slow thrusts, nearly pulling out of you entirely before he sinks all the way back in.

You groan with each thrust, biting down on your bottom lip to try and stay quiet as he fucks you from behind. He rests his hands on either side of your hips as he bucks into you, guiding you back onto his cock and then pushing you forward again. You grip the thin sheets in your hands and bury your face into the pillows, unable to stifle the noises coming from you.

He bucks into you hard, much harder than before, and you cry out, your face scrunching in pain. He slams into you again and you howl as he hits your cervix. He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls harshly, causing you to squeal as pain prickles at your scalp, “Buck-”

“Shut up.” He growls, “Don’t say another fuckin’ word.”

Chills flood through your veins as his demeanor shifts. He pulls out of you roughly and grabs your thigh, pinching your flesh until you’re whimpering from the pain. He pulls you up, your back flush against his chest as he digs his nose into the side of your face. He grabs your chin again as he bites your earlobe, chuckling as you wail, “I told you you’d regret fuckin’ with me, didn’t I?”

“Bucky,” You whisper as you sob, fear consuming you.

“Did you think you were being cute out there? Huh? Rubbing your titties all over that fucking nerd.” When you hesitate to answer, he tightens his grip on your chin, shaking your head lightly, “Answer me.”

“No.”

“No.” He mocks you, raising his voice an octave, “I think you did. I think you thought you were being cute out there.”

Tears stream down your face as you sniffle, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He laughs. He smiles as his eyes travel along the side of your face, “You need an attitude adjustment. On your knees, now.”

He steps back and you obey him, falling to the hard floor. He pushes his dick against your lips and you accept it without any hesitation, afraid to anger him any further. You bob your head back and forth as he thrusts into your mouth, his dick hitting the back of your throat. His hands tangle in your hair as you suck him off, his fingers pulling your hair every now and again as his eyes flutter shut.

His groans and grunts get louder, his hips moving faster as you feel small spurts of cum slip down your throat. Tears stream down your cheeks as he uses you, all the confidence you had earlier completely slipping away. You question yourself, your motives, cursing yourself for being so stupid. The same emotions that filled you last night course through you now and once again, you’re humiliated. But what’s worse is, you brought this all on yourself.

He thrusts into you again and comes, his sticky spunk filling your mouth as it erupts from him. You close your eyes as the hot ribbons pour into your mouth, his fingernails scratching at your scalp as his body tenses. Once he’s finished, he steps back, pulling his dick out of your mouth. You swallow, afraid not to, and drop your head as your chin quivers.

Bucky tucks himself back into his jeans before kneeling down in front of you. He places his index finger underneath your chin and lifts it slowly so you can face him again, “I am always in charge. Understand?” You nod, “I take, what I want, when I want it, not the other way around.” You nod again, your eyes brimming with tears as you cry softly.

He stands, his heavy boots thumping against the wooden floor as he moves toward the door, “Clean yourself up and get back outside.”

“Yes.” You whimper.

He disappears seconds later, whistling and smiling to himself as he moves down the stairs, leaving you in a crumpled heap on the floor.

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The Come Up (Bucky x Reader)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18701557/chapters/44353861

Friends to lovers trope cause I’m a sucker for a slow burn. All further chapters will be posted to AO3 (link at bottom), but the first chapter is posted in its entirety below the break.

Summary: Newly accepted as an official Avenger, you move into the infamous compound, anxious to be a part of a team for the first time. You quickly find acceptance among the group, but your loner habits are taking a bit longer to acclimate. Your first mission comes around, and you finally meet the infamous Bucky Barnes, immediately clicking and falling into a natural friendship. When ~feelings~ arise, you must figure out how to figure out if these new emotions need to be suppressed or let out in the open.

Warnings: none

Tags: friend to lover, pre IW/EG, reader x bucky

Rating: PG13 for language and suggestive content

When you look in the mirror, you don’t see “hero”.

It doesn’t matter that the suit Tony designed for you makes you look the part. No amount of lightweight bulletproof super fabric and Avengers emblems will change that you are still you underneath— hardened, scarred, and internally broken.

“It looks great.” You whirl around to see Natasha leaning against the door frame of your bedroom. She looks ready for bed with her hair tucked into a loose bun, a pair of flannel pajama pants and a gray tank top.

“Thanks,” you say shyly, glancing back at yourself in the mirror. For as wrong as it feels, it fits like a damn glove. He asked if you had a preference on design. You just said to keep it simple, and he really nailed it.

It looks like normal clothing. The pants are black, high waisted and fitted down your legs like skinny jeans but soft and stretchy and thicker than they seem. He explained it’s because they are meant to block bullets. A new material they got from Wakanda. The top is a dark gray v-neck and a similar material. It’s long sleeve and has the Avengers emblem on the breast and on the back of the neck in black.

Your favorite part is the jacket. It looks like black denim, feels like denim, and moves like denim. According to Tony it’s better. Adjusts to the weather to be cooling or heating. Tough and durable against sharp objects and bullets. Above all, it is practically the same outfit you have worn when you have gone out to do some ass kicking. Tony even let you keep your favorite combat boots.

“I want you to feel like you can be yourself here.” He said when he gave you a box containing this suit. The way he looked at you meant he read your file. They all have the same look when they learn the truth.

“Did you ever feel guilty being here?” You ask, turning to look at Natasha as you slide the jacket off and pull out your own bedtime clothes. She smiles softly, longing in her eyes.

“I still do sometimes. It’s hard moving past the things I’ve done. There will always be red in my ledger no matter how many times I kick bad guys in the face.”

You chuckle at the thought of Nat literally smashing some perp in the jaw. You’re sure she isn’t exaggerating either. “What helped?”

“The people. I let them in, and now they’re my family. I just keep reminding myself that they know about my past and still love me.”

“Easy as that?”

“Easy at that. Have a good night, [y/n].”

You say goodnight and close your bedroom door with her departure. Now alone you change out of the fancy suit and into an oversized t-shirt that hits halfway down your thighs and shorts just in case you run into someone in the hallway at 2am or there’s an attack in the middle of the night. Precautions you never had to deal with working alone.

You set an alarm for 7am for your morning workout and fall asleep almost immediately, the weight of another exhausting day pulling you into darkness.

The chains of the punching bag clatter and twist as you land multiple hard hits on the side. Sweat is dripping off your body as you land a final fatal blow and the punching bag strap gives away, falling to the ground with a loud thud that echos through the training room. You shake out your hands and kick it to the side with two others you have demolished this morning.

“Looks like the punching bag destroyer isn’t me for once.” Steve Rogers laughs, walking into the room with two other men that you recognize as San Wilson and Bucky Barnes. Sam smiles widely at you and then looks at your small pile of fatalities with wide eyes.

“Super soldier?”

“Sam—“

“Oh are we not allowed to ask?” He rolls his eyes at Steve but then looks at you a little concerned he crossed a line. You give him a reassuring smile.

“Not exactly a super solider by design, but I have some similarities. Strength, agility, enhanced senses, and faster healing would be the overlap.” Steve nods at your list, confirming your assumption.

“Anything else? Laser vision maybe? Man, I have been so disappointed in the lack of laser vision in this--”

“Sam,” Steve groans, and you let out a genuine laugh. You’re internally giddy at how well this conversation is going, even if it’s just a little banter between the naturally outgoing Falcon and Steve Rogers. You glance at Bucky who is standing by quietly, per usual. You know he’s paying attention because his eyes are going back and forth between you and Sam, but his expression is neutral. The resting stoicism of Bucky Barnes.

“Oh come on,” Sam whines. Steve gives him another look and this time he seems like he will cease.

“We’re not here to barrade [y/n]. We are here to deliver a mission.”

He holds out a file folder. It’s thick, and stamped with the SHIELD logo. Must be a few years old.

“How’s your Portuguese?”

“Fairly decent.” You reply in Portuguese, opening the folder to find a stack of case files with a black and white photograph paper clipped to the first page.

“Perfect. While we hate to just throw you into the field so quick, you’re the only other fluent Portuguese in house at the moment.”

“Other?”

“You will be joining Bucky in Brazil on this mission.”

You look up from the case to look at Bucky. Your eyes meet and the corner of his mouth turns up the smallest amount. A friendly smile. You guess it’s better than nothing.

Excitement courses through you. Your first mission! You didn’t expect to be so excited for something you’ve been doing for years, yet you can’t help but feel a little more confident after your talk with Natasha. You’re working towards a better future.

“When do we leave?”

“Saturday.” Steve says, indicating you have about two days to prepare. “Better start reading.”

The three men then turn and leave you with a stack of classified files and three broken punching bags.

November 18, 2004

Agent Log Transcript

“Shield agent Riley Gonzalez reporting in. It is November 18 in São Paulo, Brazil. Investigation of the numerous mystery attacks in the area has come up with no concrete evidence... locals have little insight, or do not seem affected by the disturbances. I have seen nothing down here that would indicate possible extraterrestrial activity. Next check in is November 24th unless new information is uncovered.”

Transcript End.

November 20th, 2004

Agent Log Transcript

“Shield Agent Riley Gonzalez, reporting in. Uhhh, so, I don’t know what to say. I, uh, I found something weird, don’t know if it connects, but--”

[yelling in background, incoherent voices]

“Shit!”

Transcript End.

You’re sitting in one of the large armchairs in the study, curled up in a blanket and sifting through the case files. You leave in the morning, and you just want to go over them once more to make sure you didn’t miss anything.

When SHIELD was active, seven agents went missing in different parts of South America at different times. After SHIELD was disassembled, no more agents were sent down, but intelligence on so-called “extra-terrestrial attacks” continued to be gathered. After the attacks of 2012, the weird occurances suddenly didn’t seem so outlandish. Fury restarted the investigation and with the help of Tony’s advanced software, managed to find a pattern in the documented attacks. That is why Bucky and you are going to Brazil-- to try and witness and predict the next attack so they can figure out what they are and how to stop them.

The overhead light flickers on in the study. You blink a few times, your eyes adjusting to the flood of brightness. You hadn’t noticed how dark it had become in there.

Through your squinting you see Bucky stride into the room, his quiet confidence radiating off of him. “Reading in the dark?” he asks, a small smile appearing on his lips. You’re a little caught off guard to see him engaging you in conversation. The most you’ve ever spoken to him before this moment is when you were introduced, and that entire moment consisted of him him walking past the kitchen while Steve, Nat, Bruce, Sam, Tony, Wanda, Vision, and Rhodey were making their own acquaintances and Steve pointed to his fleeting figure saying “That’s Bucky.” and Tony adding “He doesn’t say much.”

“It wasn’t dark when I started reading.” You push together the papers into a neat pile and tuck them back into the folder. Bucky sits down on the couch across from you, his eyebrows knit together despite his general friendly demeanor. “Something wrong?”

“Nothing wrong, just thinking about this mission.”

“Are you nervous?”

He scoffs, and you roll your eyes.

“Are you one of those guys that chalks everything up to having seen worse?”

He cocks his head, pressing his lips together into a curious expression.

“I have lived through the second world war, being frozen, and an alien invasion or two. I’d say that’s seeing some shitty things and missions like these don’t really make me that nervous.”

“You never know. Seven other agents were probably thinking the same thing, and they were never seen again.”

He picks at a thread on the sleeve of his green henley, glancing up at you to make eye contact every so often.

“What, do you want me to be nervous?”

“It would be comforting to not be the only one.”

He chuckles softly. “[y/n], it’s gonna be fine. First mission jitters go away pretty quick.”

"When do we take off?" you shift the subject, feeling a little embarrassed at your comment about him "seeing worse". The man was a brainwashed assassin, who do you think you are to make statements like that? Even your shitty past can't compare to the baggage he must carry around with him.

"7am. You a morning person?"

"Usually yes."

"Then you're in charge of waking me up if I oversleep. Steve is gettin' real tired of mothering me."

"He would never tire of that." Bucky grins at that, nostalgia a glint in his eye.

"True." he mutters, standing and giving you a polite nod. "I'll see you in the morning."

You tell him goodnight and starts to head to the door before stopping and turning around halfway. He reaches over and flicks on a lamp that is sitting on a side table near you and then heads to the door, flipping off the much too bright overhead light. The lamp is the perfect amount of dim light for you to see, but not hurting your eyes. You shoot an appreciative smile at his back as he shuts the door to the study behind him.

Your head is whirling. Casual conversation with Bucky beyond the little squad of him, Steve, and Sam, is not something that you have seen often. He's nice, you observe, and quite laid back. Maybe this mission won't be as awkward as you fear it to be.

The sun is not yet up when you rise. The sound of birds chirping outside eases you into consciousness before your alarm can go off. Flipping over you press the screen of your tablet to see you have another half an hour before you planned to be awake. You're wide awake now, though, so you sit up and pull your legs into a crossed position and begin your morning meditation a little early.

You've been meditating for years. It's the only way you have found that truly helps you stay relaxed and control your powers, which is a difficult feat on its own. Being here has taken a toll on you lately, so you've practically tucked away your powers completely. When you were on your own, you used them constantly, figuring to make the best of a bad situation. Now, living with so many others, it feels wrong, like you're constantly being watched.

There's a knock at the door, and your eyes snap open. You get up and open the door to find Steve Rogers standing there.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, I was up."

"Good. Can we talk?" He looks past you, indicating he must want you to invite him in. You step back, unblocking the doorway from him. He comes in and sits at an armchair you have in the corner of your room. You sit back on your bed cross-legged and watch as he twiddles his thumbs a little before finally looking at you.

"No one knows what you can do," he says, his voice careful. "I'm sure that was obvious after Sam's outburst the other day."

Did they inject Captain America with mind reading powers too?

"Why not?"

"[y/n], you're powerful. You may be one of the most powerful people we have ever had under this roof. I know and Tony knows, but since we did not know the true nature of your powers, we did not want to make assumptions and try to explain something we don't understand."

"So you're saying if I want people to know who I am, it's up to me to talk about that."

A part of you is relieved. The stories of you usually cause people to fear you, and that is not something you like. Another part of you is filled with anxiety that the bullet is still sitting in the chamber and you will be the one to bite it.

"Basically yes. I just wanted to talk to you about this since you are going on a mission and that might be a good topic to bring up... ya know, for partner trust."

"Understood, Cap."

"Uh, yeah. Good."

There's a moment of silence.

"I see what Bucky says about you being a mother now." you chuckle.

"He said what?" Steve raises an eyebrow, a mischievous smile on his lips. The strange tension in the room breaks and you are relieved.

"Just that you have to wake him up for school."

"It was his words not mine, then." Steve laughs and stands up. "Good luck, [y/n]. Watch out for my pal too."

"Definitely."

Steve leaves. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, a testament to the new conversation that has been added to your list of things to do on this mission. At least you have something to talk about on the plane now, you suppose.

Sometimes you wish you could fly. Or were just strong and skilled like Natasha. Or had something, anything other than the mess of powers that you have. It would be easier that way. Fewer people would leave out of fear or misunderstanding. Maybe you would have real friends.

Maybe that's why you accepted the Avenger's offer. You have been racking your brain endlessly for the past few weeks trying to figure out why you wanted to be here so bad. Being solo was so much simpler, so much fewer rules. Yet, when Tony Stark showed up at your crummy apartment door, you decided on the spot that you were in. For someone that tends to overthink everything, you sure made that decision fast.

There is a community of other people here that have rough backstories, misunderstood abilities, the weight of the world on their shoulders. A part of you just needed some sort of connection.

You place the last of your packed clothes into your duffel bag and zip it up. Wheels up in an hour and a half. You slip on a pair of black leggings and a green short sleeve roll sleeve top. Topping the outfit off with your usual combat boots and tying your hair up in a bun, you look in the mirror, satisfied, and throw the bag over your shoulder.

Bucky's room is nearly on the other side of the complex. He's next to Steve's room, unsurprisingly. You walk over and stand outside his door, your hand hovering in the air as you debate whether to knock or not.

Was he joking yesterday about needing to be woken up?

Fuck, you really should have confirmed that.

You drop your hand and press your ear to the door, listening for any sort of movement. Silence.

"Screw it," you mutter to yourself, and you knock.

It's quiet at first, but a few moments later you hear rustling and the sound of someone groaning.

The door opens suddenly and you jump back in surprise. There stands Bucky, hair disheveled and matted on the side, eyes droopy and sleep fresh on his breath. Shirtless... very shirtless and wearing only a pair of thin cotton pajama pants hanging low on his hips. Your eyes snap back up to his face, your face red that you totally just let your eyes wander down his entire body.

"'m up" he slurs, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

"Uh huh," you nod, noticing some parallel straight lines practically carved into his forehead... someone fell asleep with his metal arm on his head. You restrain yourself from making any jokes and step back again to put some distance between the two of you. "Wheels up in an hour."

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Ocean Avenue (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

Summary: When Darcie Baker - the daughter of a police officer - breaks her misfit friend’s heart at 16 she regrets it everyday even after she graduates though she knows she can’t go back and change what happened. Everything changes when over 10 years later she meets the gorgeous mechanic.

Warnings: fluff, angst

Words: 2104

A/N: Again, I’m really sorry for the long wait! I thought that this would be a super long chapter but it isn’t lol! I’m thinking of starting a new fic so I think I might alternate updates, like one week update this and the other one update the other one! Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think, I love you all very much! xxx

Part Ten

Darcie shifted uneasily on the plush burgundy sofa as she stared at the handsome man sitting across from her, her insides churning with guilt. A handsome man but very recently and often he had grown to be a cold man. Hazel eyes bore into her light grey ones, almost as if he was staring into her very soul, eyes that she always thought were soft and warm were now cold and hard.

Darcie tucked a single strand of her hair that escaped from her ponytail behind her ear and she cleared her throat, waiting for him to speak, out of anger or sadness, she didn’t know what was worse. Liam shook his head like he had water in his ears and he rubbed a hand over his stubbled mouth.

“What did you say beautiful?” his words were sweet but his voice was hard and a muscle twitched irritably in his jaw as he waited for Darcie to repeat herself.

“I think we,” she started with a whisper but paused when she saw his nostrils flare in anger, she carried on, speaking in a slightly louder voice, “I think that we should break up, or stop whatever this is because it certainly doesn’t feel like a relationship Liam,” she sighed as the firefighter kept up his hardened glare.

“Why? Why are you ending this?”

Darcie frowned at his question, she thought that it was laughable that he should ask that question, “I don’t think we make a good match, sure the sex is good, great even but I want more than that. I need more than that. I want someone who can love me, you don’t seem like you’re capable of that.”

There was a moments silence were he chewed his lip and he had a slightly understanding look on his face, “like that one guy, what’s his name, Bucky?”

Darcie felt blood rush to her cheeks at the mention of Bucky’s name and she felt her heart ache with sadness and longing for the beautiful man, “excuse me?” she asked, deciding to feign innocence.

“Everyone has seen the way you two look at each other, like love struck teenagers. It didn’t bother me before now because I knew that you were always going to be coming home with me. You two love each other.”

Darcie made a noise of dismissal as she gazed down at her hands that were clasped together in her lap, “he’s got a girlfriend,” she muttered, her stomach dropping as she uttered the words. She hadn’t met Bucky’s girlfriend yet, despite the fact that they’d been dating for a couple of months now.

“That doesn’t matter, it’s only a matter of time before he leaves her for you,” he said thickly and Darcie looked up at him, surprised to see his face had crumpled with sadness and there were tears glistening in his pretty hazel eyes.

“I’m really sorry Liam.”

He shrugged, looking away from her, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his denim jacket, “I always knew that you’d be a heartbreaker,” he let out a watery chuckle as he leaned forward and pressed a wet kiss to her cheek, “I should go,” he whispered and stood from the couch.

Darcie followed suit and walked him to the door, he turned at the door and gave her a wan smile before he held out his arms and she wrapped her arms around him and she just knew that it was for the last time. She rested her cheek against the soft cotton of his shirt, inhaling his scent which was very different to Bucky’s. Liam smelled fresh like mint and Bucky smelled spicy like cinnamon.

After a beat they pulled away from each other, Liam cupped Darcie’s cheek in one warm hand for a second before he opened the door. Darcie let out a slightly startled gasp when she saw Carol on the other side of the door, her fist raised as she was about to knock. Liam nodded at her without a word as he hurried down the hallway.

Carol stared after him with a puzzled look on her face and she jabbed a thumb at his retreating back, “what the hell is his problem?” she asked.

Darcie chewed her lip as she shrugged carelessly, “we just broke up.”

Carol looked politely surprised and sorry for a moment, “oh, I’m sorry,” she paused, “though I’m not gonna say that it’s a huge loss.”

“Want to come in?” Darcie asked, wondering why she was here, she hadn’t really been speaking to Carol and Peggy for a little while.

“No thanks, I’m just here on a quick call,” she sighed, “you can’t change what happened you and Bucky I get that and I know how much you regret it. So, Peggy and I decided that it isn’t really fair that we keep punishing you for it, especially when Bucky himself has forgiven you. We’re all going out tonight and we’d love it if you came with us.”

Darcie willed her eyes not to fill with tears, thankfully when she spoke; her voice was rather steady, “thank you so much, I think I’ll take you up on that offer.”

Carol nodded with a smile as she pulled Darcie into a hug, “great! We’re going to our usual haunt, we’re meeting in a couple of hours, and I’ve really missed you.”

Darcie smiled, “I’ve really missed you too Danvers.”

When Carol had left Darcie thought it was an idea to start getting ready, she took a leisurely bath with a large multitude of bubbles that smelled like violets. Darcie didn’t usually go out with her natural wavy hair but she applied some moussed to the roots of her hair and it actually looked really nice. With a great outfit and a light layer of makeup she was good to go, she left her apartment with butterflies in her stomach, partly from nerves and partly from excitement.

However, her excitement was completely diminished as she stepped out of the taxi, wobbling slightly on the uneven paving stones. Bucky was outside of the bar smoking a cigarette, he was wearing an adorable green sweater that had been pushed up to his strong forearms and it looked like he’d actually combed his hair. He wasn’t alone either. He was slouched against the wall, a beautiful girl with auburn hair and olive skin was at his side, chatting animatedly. Bucky looked like he was hanging onto her every word.

As Darcie closed the cab door Bucky looked up for a second, his mouth opening slightly in surprise, almost as if he’d expected her not to come.

“Darcie, hey. This is my girlfriend Rose,” the word ‘girlfriend’ caused Darcie’s chest to clench in longing, “Rose this is Darcie.”

As Bucky introduced them Rose’s face lit up with a radiant smile, “I’ve heard so much about you! Oh, only good things don’t worry,” she giggled, interpreting the look on Darcie’s face correctly.

She smiled back at Rose weakly, at a loss for what to say, “where’s Liam?” Bucky grimaced with the gleam of something in his eyes.

Darcie rubbed the side of her nose for a second, “we broke up,” she was dying to tell him the reason why but obviously she couldn’t, not in front of Rose. Bucky’s eyes widened in surprise and for a split second Darcie thought she saw a triumphant gleam in his eyes.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

Darcie shrugged nonchalantly, “its fine, I um, I’ll see you guys inside I guess.”

Without waiting for an answer she took off into the bar, Wanda, Carol, Sam, Peggy, Steve and Bruce were already in there, as Darcie got closer to the table Sam stood up and pulled her into a tight hug, “sorry about you and Liam sweetheart,” he kissed the top of her head, “though I am kind of hurt that you didn’t call me,” he remarked but the grin on his face told her that he was just messing around.

“Sorry Sam,” she giggled and sat down next to Peggy who merely sipped her drink. Darcie desperately wanted to apologise because she missed Peggy so much and because the atmosphere was very awkward.

The tension was only heightened by the sound of Steve obnoxiously slurping his cocktail. Both Peggy and Darcie looked at each other, trying not to laugh and they both started talking at the same time.

“I’m so sorry! No, I’m sorry,” they laughed and Peggy pulled Darcie into a hug, “missed you,” Peggy murmured into her hair.

“I missed you too Pegs,” Darcie beamed, with Peggy as her best friend again she felt as though everything was right with the world again.

All in all it was a fantastic night, everybody was laughing and joking and Rose turned out to be a lovely girl. Though, if Bucky and Darcie were paying more attention they would have seen Rose tapping her fingers on the table, her eyes flicking between Bucky and Darcie. Thor and Loki supplied the shots as usual, Steve even got drunk which didn’t usually happen. Steve and Thor ended up on karaoke singing ‘a whole new world’. Their singing was met with such praised that they performed an encore that contained ‘I’m too sexy.’

It was such a great night and Darcie was genuinely happy to have two of her best friends back again, she was also very happy for Bucky also.

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Bucky wasn’t sure what it was that awoke him so early that morning. He didn’t know whether it was the birds that were annoyingly and incessantly singing outside the window, he wasn’t sure if it was the bright sunlight that was seeping through the sheer linen of the cream curtains. It might have been the fact that Rose’s side of the bed was crisp and cold.

Bucky and Rose had been dating for a little over two months now and they had only started staying over at each other’s place, Rose even had a drawer in Bucky’s dresser. They had stayed over at Rose’s apartment last night as they went out with Bucky’s friends. Although, Bucky had had a great time he couldn’t help but feel like Rose was pissed with him about something but he couldn’t say what it was.

Despite this, Bucky was happy. Happier than he’d been in a long time, Rose was such a beautiful ray of light in his life with her warm smile, kind eyes and gentle touch. There wasn’t anything that was cold about her and Bucky needed that right now. He sat up in the queen sized bed, feeling groggy and slightly hungover as he rubbed his bloodshot eyes before running his fingers through his hair.

He heard the shower water running in the en suite; he hesitated for a moment as he contemplated whether to join her or leave her be. However, by the time he’d made his decision she came padding into the bedroom wrapped in a towel and Bucky grinned over at her sleepily, she looked radiant in the morning.

“Good morning beautiful, how did you sleep?” he asked, holding her hand as she moved closer to the bed.

She shot him a slightly weak smile before squeezing his hand and pulling hers out of his grasp, “not too well, I know you’ve only just woken up but we need to talk about something important,” she said biting her lip and pushing her damp hair out of her face.

“Okay, go ahead.”

“What is there between you and Darcie?”

Bucky’s eyes widened momentarily and he started stuttering and stammering, he definitely wasn’t expecting this, “nothing why?”

“That’s not what it looked like last night, by the way you two were looking at each other,” she sighed and sat on the end of the bed, running her fingers through his messy hair, “you’ve looked at her like you’ve never looked at me before. You’re in love with her aren’t you? Though, perhaps you don’t know it yet.”

“I don’t love her Rose, I don’t. Why would I? When I have you,” hopefully the more he denied it, one day it would actually be true.

Rose gave him a sad smile, “I don’t think it’s fair to either of us if we carry this on because I love you Bucky, I look at you the way you look at her. That’s how I know you love her. But you need to discover it for yourself,” she brushed her lips against his in a lingering kiss, “if you can live without her, I’ll be right here waiting. Always, Bucky. But you need to decide, you need to choose.”

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forever-more-never-again · 6 years

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Invisible Bruises

I wrote this expecting it to be a short drabble but then I got carried away, seems to be a trend in my writings. oops. Angst to start but it ends in fluff.

Avengers X Reader

Warnings: Depicts a mental and physically abusive relationship and unwanted pregnancy. Swearing and name calling

Word Count ~ 2500 words

a/n: Please know that people love you and are here to help through any rough patches

“Don’t.”

The single word, spoken with such disdain froze me. My arms outstretched to grab the arm of my boyfriend. Now Ex-boyfriend.

“What...I mean, Why? Eric...I thought you were happy with me?” I knew my voice was plaintive, quiet.

Eric turned to look at me over his shoulder, door to our shared apartment open, bags packed and held in his hands. “You were never enough woman for me [Y/n]. Always whining, always crying. And you’re a slut to. You don’t think I know what happens in that tower when you go on your supposed ‘mission’?”

Tears were streaming down my face, though I barely noticed. Eric’s words pierced me deep. What he was saying was nothing new, but before he would only say them if he was drunk. He would always apologize the next morning, saying that he loved me. That he would never hurt me on purpose. And yet here he was, sober, leaving me.

“Eric, that’s not true!” I cried out as he sighed and started walking out the door, before he could shut the door, I stopped it with my foot, “Eric! I’m pregnant!” I had planned on telling him that night over dinner. I had gone to the doctors the other night for a checkup since I had been throwing up a lot and he told me the news. I was so excited to tell Eric that he was going to be a father, It didn’t matter that we weren’t married, we were in love. Or so I thought.

“God. Do you even know the father you whore?”

I fell to my knees, Eric’s cold gaze on my mascara streaked face. I whispered, Barely getting the words past the lump in my throat, “It’s yours Eric.”

Eric was silent for a moment, and then he brought his knee up and kicked me in the stomach. I cried out, falling over to my side. He leaned down and viscously grabbed my chin, “I don’t care what you do with it, but I never want to see you or that bastard child you say you carry ever again.”

He thrust my head out of his grip, turned, and walked out of my life.

I crawled back into my apartment, closing the door, I stayed sitting against the door, sobbing. I didn’t know what to do and I felt so weak. And that made me angry. I was an Avenger for crying out loud! The best marksman with a weapon, rivaling Clint but while he worked with arrows, I could master any weapon and hit my mark no matter the situation.

I rubbed my hands over the tiny bump in my stomach, the doctor had told me I was almost two months. “What are we gonna do little one?”

I stared into the quiet apartment. I knew one thing, I couldn’t stay here. I packed my things, leaving behind any memory of Eric. I went down to the landlord and cancelled my lease, leaving all the fines and bills to Eric who had ordered me to make him the primary on the lease.

I grabbed a taxi and gave them the address to the Avengers tower. I didn’t know how I was going to face my teammates. I knew they didn’t like Eric. I hid the bruises from the drunken fights. I didn’t want them to get upset or try to go after Eric. But I had nowhere else to go. No family or friends. My family and friends was the Avengers.

Finally, the taxi pulled up in front of the tower, I thanked the driver before grabbing my bags and stepping out. I adjusted my sweatshirt, trying to hide the bruises and hint of pregnancy.

Taking a deep breath I walked into the lobby.

“Hi [Y/n]! Wasn’t expecting to see you today. Oh! What’s all this?” Cathrine, one of the secretaries noticed all the bags I was carrying with me.

“Hi Cathrine. I decided to stay in my room here in the tower for a while. Would you mind paging someone to take these up? Where is everyone?”

Cathrine looked at me askew and I knew why. I almost never stayed in the room Tony had given me in the tower for the last two years since moving in with Eric, except for when I got back from a mission super late. “They are all in the common room as far as I am aware, You can always ask FRIDAY on your way up to double check.”

I thanked her again, leaving my belongings next to her desk as I headed into the elevator. I didn’t want to face everyone and I was scared that Wanda would see what was wrong immediately. I was always careful to block my thoughts around her but right now I was in such an emotional state, I didn’t know If i could stop her from prying.

“Miss [Y/n], your vital levels are rising and in your state could prove detrimental. Do you wish me to contact the doctor?”

I let out a shaky laugh. Of course the AI could tell I was pregnant. “No thank you FRIDAY. Just take me to where the team is.”

The elevator stopped on the common floor for the Avengers. I steadied my breathing and stood up straight. Attempting to fix my [h/c] hair before the doors opened. Now I realized I should’ve thought this through a bit more. I knew my mascara was still smudged and my hair was a mess.

Then the doors were open and I had no choice but to face my team. I pasted a smile onto my face. Double checked that none of my bruises were visible and walked out into the room.

The first person I ran into was none other than Clint. “Hey Dart! What are you doing here, did you get a mission report?” You shook your head at your code name.

“No I didn’t. I’m staying in the tower for a while.” You tried not to squirm as Clint squinted at you, confused. “Where is everyone else?”

Clint pointed towards the tv room. “Tony managed to talk everyone into watching the new 007 movie. I got tired of the interruptions of everyone trying to explain it to Steve and Thor, so I was going to clear my head outside for a bit.”

I grabbed his arm. Needing support. “Stay for a moment. There’s something I have to tell the team and I could really use your friendship.”

Clint covered my hand with his own, looking at me with such concern I almost broke down crying again. I sniffed back the tears. “What is it [Y/n]?”

My hand tightened on his arm, “Eric,” At my ex-boyfriends name Clint’s face hardened.

“What did he do?”

The question was soft, but I knew enough to tell that Clint was pissed.

“No, Clint. It’s...we broke up.”

Clint gave me a soft smile, “Hey, it’s okay. We’re all here to help you get over him. You know most of the team thought you could do better anyways.”

I grimaced, yes I knew that. But now… “And I’m pregnant, Clint.”

He stilled. You panicked for a moment. Squeezing his arm you waved your hand in front of his face, “Clint?”

“Is it his?”

I slapped him. I was so angry. “Yes it is! I’m not a slut or a whore!”

Clint shook himself, immediately sorry for his outburst. ‘I’m so sorry [Y/n] I never meant that you were. I’m just concerned, you said you guys broke up but you’re pregnant. Did he break up because of it?”

I could feel the tears falling down my cheeks. “No. He didn’t know when he was breaking up with me. But he said he doesn’t believe its his and that he doesn't want anything to do with it or me.” The tears began to fall as I relieved that moment over again. As I reached up to wipe away the tears, the sleeve of my sweatshirt fell down and Clint saw the bruises that were healing.

“[Y/n], did he do this?” He gently grabbed my arm, stopping me from pulling down the sleeve to cover them again.

I lowered my head to look at the floor in shame. I was weak. I was nothing. Just like Eric said.

Clint pulled back my hair out of my face so that he could meet my [e/c] eyes. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay now. And no matter what that dickhead said, none of this is your fault. He shouldn’t have beat you. Or said those hurtful things.”

I gulped, and whispered, “How did you know he did those things?”

Clint gave me a soft smile as he gently pulled me along towards where the rest of the team was, “Because I’ve seen the results of an Abusive Relationship before. Before Laura and I became official, she had just gotten out of one herself. I didn’t understand how she acted the way she did, but when she told me, I was there to help her find who she was again.”

I nodded. I could do this. I took a deep breathe. Clint gave me one more smile as he opened the door to the room.

I was met by a hilarious sight. Tony was beside the Tv that was showing agent 007 running on the top of the train, gesturing wildly while shouting at Steve. Steve was sitting on a beanbag, a bowl of popcorn in his hand, head tilt in confusion. Thor was trying to tell Natasha that he could have destroyed the bad guy in the first five minutes and Wanda was laughing along with bruce as they watched all of it happen from the safety of the couch.

“Guys, Look who I found!” At Clint’s shout, everyone stopped and turned. I was suddenly nervous again.

“Hey guys. Looks like your having fun.” I was pleasantly surprised that my voice managed to sound normal. But i didn’t miss the look Wanda shot me. Shoot. I guess my emotions were still too distressed to block her out.

Tony was the first to break out of his shock at seeing you in the tower without a mission on the radar, “[Y/n]! So good to see you again! Could you please explain to mr. caveman here the beauty that is Tom Cruise?”

I laughed, “Tom Cruise is overrated.”

Tony gasped, and slapped a hand over his chest, “[Y/n]! I didn’t take you for a double agent? Oh how painful of a betrayal.”

It was pretty funny watching Tony be overdramatic, but I knew I needed to clear the air of the reason I was here.

“Guys, I have something to tell you.” Tony stopped with his acting and stood still, looking concerned. I took a deep breath, Clint gave my hand an encouraging squeeze. “I will be staying here for a while. Me and Eric broke up.”

There was silence for a moment before a loud cheer went up from everyone, even Thor.

Steve stood up and came over to give me a hug, “Sorry for the reaction [Y/n] but you already knew we didn’t like him.”

Tony agreed, “There was something off about him every time you brought him over.”

Wanda was the only one who didn’t mutter an agreement, still staring at you in concentration.

Clint could see that things were spiraling so he took a step forward, raising his hand, “That’s not all guys, could you please let her finish? She needs all the support she can get right now.”

Everyone got silent again at Clint’s solemn tone. Tony gave you a worried look, “What’s going on [Y/n]?”

Tears poked at my eyes again, I reached up to swipe them away, “God I’m turning into a watering pot.” I gave a breathy laugh, “Was Laura like this too?” Clint laughed as I asked him the question.

“She was worse, believe it or not. Crying when I wore my shoes into the house or if the dryer finished early.”

Natasha raised a hand drawing my attention, “Uhhh...you guys wanna share with the class?”

I took a deep breather, “Eric and I broke up. I realize now, and Clint helped me realize, that it was an abusive relationship. Verbally and…” I reached up and pulled up the sleeves of my sweatshirt, revealing the rainbow of colored bruises covering my arms. I also lifted the bottom of it to show the footprint that was starting to develop on my hip. “Physically.”

Natasha gasped, followed by everyone else. Tony stepped up to me, “Honey, Why didn’t you tell us?”

The tears wouldn’t stop then, as I saw the care that the Team had for me. “I don’t know.” I drew a ragged breath, Clint the only reason I stayed standing as he held onto my hand. “I thought I was weak. Worthless. I started to believe everything Eric said and called me. I didn’t want you guys to start thinking it too.”

Tony gathered me into a bone crushing hug, “No honey, we would never think that of you. You are so strong and beautiful. We will always be your family. [y/n]. You can come to us for anything.”

He let go, and walked back to the rest of the team. I frantically tried to stop the tears.

Wanda spoke up then, “That’s not all though, is it [y/n]?” Her voice was soft and supportive.

Tony looked at her, “What do you mean? What else could there be?”

I answered that, “I’m pregnant.”

Time seemed to stand still for a moment. I held my breath, waiting for their reactions. This time Thor came up to me. “Miss [y/n], you can rest assured that I will protect this child. He or she will want for nothing from Uncle Thor! The best Uncle in the galaxy!” He proudly raised his hammer, smiling at you.

Tony interrupted, “Umm, I think you mean second best. The best uncle is the one that will be creating a suit for our mini avenger.”

Steve sidled up on the other side of me, “I’m the best uncle right?”

I laughed freely as the stress melted off me. I shouldn’t have worried. The Avengers were my family. They would help me no matter what.

Clint got my attention, “Told you.”

I smiled at him and leaned over, “Don’t rub it in, but I think you’ll be the best uncle.”

Clint smiled, let go of my arm and ran into the middle of the bickering, “You guys! [Y/n] said I’m the best uncle!”

I grinned. I was surrounded by family. I got slowly pulled into the circle of love and bickering as everyone asked me if I had thought of names or if I had any baby stuff already. No one brought up Eric again and no one acted differently towards me.

I was home.

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Delicate Stages Chp 39

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x OFC Ana Rios

Summary: Bucky Barnes agrees to participate in Deprogramming Sessions. What he gets is not anything like he expected.

Warnings: Language, WS Trigger words. Slight anxiety.

Words: 4.5k+ @justreadingfics @nerdyandproud9 @buffy-morgendorffer-01

Summary: Bucky Barnes agrees to participate in Deprogramming Sessions. What he gets is not anything like he expected.

When Ana wakes up, it's to bright lights, a pounding headache and Pepper's relieved blue eyes. The moment she realizes it isn't a dream and her cousin is actually hovering over her, she sits up quickly, wrapping her arms around the older woman. Pepper immediately returns the hug, squeezing around the middle of her back, the only place that doesn't ache.

"Don't think this hug means you're getting away with anything." Pepper threatens, but her voice is soft and loving; worried.

"What are you doing here?" Ana questions breathlessly, clenching her eyes shut from prickling tears. She’s just missed her.

"Had a meeting in Rochester when Tony called." Pepper answers, pulling back. Her eyes roam over Ana's face. "Are you feeling alright? Are you alright? Do you need anything? Medicine, tea, a shot? I know Janice gives you one with a vitamin blend, but I can make you a juice or something. Oh, maybe some dark chocolate will help."

"Pep." Ana smiles softly at her. She loves that they share the same trait of rambling. "I'm fine, just sore."

"Good." Her concerned expression morphs into a hard, lethal one. "Because I am going to kick that man's ass."

Sighing, Ana pushes her hair back, fingers getting caught in a few knots. "It's not his fault. Bucky-"

"I'm not talking about Bucky." Pepper interrupts with a small smile on her lips. "I meant that agent who triggered him."

Ana's brain abruptly hurts. She sort of forgot that's how this all started. She shifts, a dull ache shoots through her entire upper back. Right. She was basically body slammed onto concrete. When she tilts her head back, another pain, a sharp one, stabs at her neck and makes her head pound for a moment. Great, Bucky will probably never touch her again, let alone come near her. She needs to find him. She needs to tell him that it wasn't his fault. It's hers. She failed, she allowed someone to trigger him.

"Where is he? Bucky?" Ana inquires, pressing her fingers to the back of her neck. It feels swollen.

"Before you get all knife happy and threaten Tony, which is always entertaining. Just know that he voluntarily went to Tony."

She pauses. "What?"

Pepper nods, her eyebrows twitching down. "He said, and I quote "Alright. Just blow it off." Talking about his arm."

"He didn't!" Ana whispers aghast. "Did he?"

"No. Instead, Tony just briefed him on what happened with that undercover agent. Which is what he will explain to you." Pepper places her hand to Ana's cheek. "I just needed to make sure you were alright."

She exhales tiredly. "I am, promise. I missed you though."

"Me too, Buggy, me too."

Ana scrunches her nose up at the old nickname. She just liked lady bugs when she was a child, and Pepper just seemed to stick with the name. Ana shifts over in the bed to make room for Pepper. She falls back to sleep cuddled up against her older cousin, reveling in the sense of comfort and family.

***

Later, Tony, Steve, Sharon and Natasha sit Ana down after she leaves the medical ward. Janice only released her when her vitals here normal and informed her that it took nearly 24 hours for them to even pass for normal. Natasha is holding a large, cold gel compress to the middle of Ana's upper back. They inform her that the man responsible was in fact a Hydra agent who had been under cover for a while; since the first fall of SHIELD in 2014. The information makes Ana's heart sink in her chest, and her mind wonders to Bucky. She hasn't seen him at all. She wonders if he knows of this, if he is currently panicking and she isn't there to calm him.

Sharon tells her that the Hydra agent was apprehended and is locked up in a jail far from the compound. He is being questioned at the moment, and Agent Hill is double checking SHIELD agents at the facility. It doesn't do much to calm her racing heart; all Ana can think about is Bucky.

Natasha inquires what had happened, on why Ana was affected the way she was. The question makes Ana refocus her attention on the meeting, instead of wondering if Bucky is currently trying to run away. If he is trying to escape out the bathroom window. She wouldn't blame him. She would be terrified if she thought she was free, thought she was safe, only to find out it was all false. Only to find out that someone who had promised him over and over that he was safe here, had broken it. It's her fault that this happened. She swallows the buring lump in her throat.

"I think," Ana ends up saying, "They figured out if they channel their own negative energy, I feel it. It's happened before. Jared Sharp has done it. It's like a freight train, and a bus, and an airplane all hit me. I felt like I couldn't breathe. It slowed me down."

It's quiet after her answer. Ana ends up making eye contact with Steve. He explains, due to the breech and the fact that Bucky broke out of mind control, that he was not going to be locked up. He didn't kill anyone, and Ana inputs that she nearly did, willingly. She learns that she did injure the Agent, enough to where he lost blood at an alarming rate.

She has no remorse or guilt over it. Just regrets that she didn't kill him. She keeps that rather dark thought to herself.

***

After the meeting, where Ana began toning out their words, she sits in her room, alone. A crushing guilt sits on her chest, constricting her heart. It was all her fault. She should have known something was wrong. That something was going to happen and how she should have fought through whatever it was that weakened her. She should have reacted faster, and it would have prevented the triggering.

Ana knows she failed Bucky. Her promises of him being safe with her, being safe here was all a lie. She failed him. Despite her inner turmoil, Ana still ends up in front of Bucky's door. When she knocks, there's no answer. When she calls out for him, there is no response. Disappointment and guilt settles in her bones.

Bucky doesn't come out for meals, he doesn't emerge from his room at all. Ana has things to tell him, to reassure him that it isn't his fault; it's hers. She doesn't get one single response, and to be honest, she feels a little hurt, but she understands. She knows Bucky is hiding from her, but it stings. She misses him. She misses his warmth, his arms, his kisses, his breath against her skin.

Ana is exhausted, mentally, emotionally, physically, but she can't sleep. She doesn't want to think about another compromised session. So, she boxes at night, against Wanda telling her it's a bad idea and she'll just prolong the healing of the bruises. She does it anyway. Wanda silently keeping her company at the gym.

Three days pass without seeing or hearing from Bucky.

***

Ana has her laptop on her thighs, screen open to an email reply she has yet to finish to Telly. Her mind keeps wondering back to Bucky, as it has been for the past three days. If he doesn't come out soon, Ana will kick down his door and make him. She sighs, trying to refocus on the email, when a door opens from the hallway. Bucky suddenly appears, walking quickly toward the couch. Ana barely has time to be shocked.

"Do it again." Bucky demands, sitting down next to her. He has a determined expression set on his face. His beautiful face, with dark bags under his eyes, and his hair tangled. As if he has been pulling at it constantly. Ana can relate.

"Do what again?" She raises an eyebrow in confusion.

"Stage Six. I want you to do it again."

"No."

"Why not?" He frowns, and it really shouldn't be attractive, but his pouty lips makes everything he does attractive. She hasn't seen him for three days.

She missed him, but no. Ana shuts her laptop and put it’s on the coffee table. "Because I don't think you're ready."

"What?"

"That stage was compromised three days ago." Ana reminds him, as if he doesn't know this. "Someone, somehow was able to sneak in under the radar for a while, and trigger you. You just held yourself up in your room afterwards. What if something happens again and you decided to lock yourself away for a week rather than three days. Three days, Bucky. You didn't talk to anyone, not Steve, or...me. You didn't talk to me at all. Why didn't you talk to me?"

Bucky remains silent, eyes dropping from her gaze to his lap. He wrings his hands together, and she doesn't need to feel his energy to know he's anxious.

"We're going back to not telling each other things, then? Fine!" Ana snaps. "I thought we were way past that now. But how many times have I told you that if we aren’t honest with each other this isn't going to work. If so, then no. I am not doing it again."

"Is that the real reason, or is it because you think I'm fragile?" Bucky questions quietly. He sounds timid. When he looks back at her, his blue eyes pierce through her.

Ana can't help but react like he just slapped her. A sudden surge of anger, that's most likely building off the fact that this is the first time Bucky has spoken to her in the past three days, rises up in her. She can feel her expression harden, her heart beat kicking up a notch.

"Fragile?" Ana sneers hotly. "Since when have I ever treated you like you were fragile? Not once. Not once since you got here, and you think now I'm treating you like a broken piece of glass? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"No." He answers shortly.

Ana has a rather nasty retort on her tongue, when she sees his jaw clench. She pays more attention to his expression, or lack there of, instead of her anger. She notices the little details of his face now. His mouth is pinched at the corners, and there's a strange tightness around his eyes. Ana's mouth drops open because it clicks.

"Wow." She chuckles humorlessly. "I see it now. You're trying to make me angry with you. Amazing."

Bucky’s lack of denial confirms it.

Ana nods. "Why the hell are you doing that?"

"I hurt you." He admits, like that's a good enough exercise for him acting like an idiot.

"You hurt me? That's your excuse?" She rolls her eyes, her anger seeping out of her. "You didn't hurt me, Bucky."

A sad smiles flashes across his mouth. He leans forward, reaching his right hand behind her back, gently pressing his fingers on her shoulder blade. Ana involuntarily flinches, hissing through her teeth, which only makes Bucky's face fall more. He carefully pulls down the back of her shirt, enough to see the top half of the bruise. It's dark purple, and blue, nearly black in some places, splotched across her skin. Then he moves his hand to gentle caress the small bump on the back of her head.

"It sure looks like I did." He mutters sadly, heartbroken.

Ana grabs his wrist and takes his hand away. "Are you trying to punish yourself because I have a bruise and a little knot? To prove you wrong about me thinking you're fragile...are you fucking crazy?"

"You can't tell me that's not from fighting me." Bucky argues. "I did that."

"It's not...it's from landing on my back on the floor."

"That I slammed you down on!"

"Don't give yourself more of an ego boost, Sergeant Snowflake. It wasn't that hard, plus you were holding back. If you really wanted to do damage, you would have. In fact, if you wanted to shoot me you could have. I was standing right in front of you, Bucky, but you didn't. You held back, because you were fighting it more than you were fighting me."

He frowns at her. Ana shakes her head, grabs the front of his shirt and pulls him close to her face. "Stop punishing yourself for something that's out of your control. Stop punishing yourself because I have a bruise on my body, because in case you haven't noticed with all your self-deprecation, I'm not fragile either."

Ana releases his shirt, but he remains close. At least the sadness is gone from his eyes. Bucky tilts his head forward until their foreheads are pressed together; it's becoming their thing. He cups her jaw with his right hand, swiping his thumb along her cheekbone. Ana's eyes flutter, but she keeps them open. How will she ever be able to survive if he can't go three days without this touch.

"I'm sorry." He murmurs. He gently takes her hand, bringing it to his mouth, pressing a light kiss to her skin.

"You should be." Ana retorts just as softly, tugging his hair "You don't need to make me angry, and you really need to stop punishing yourself."

She notices his bottom lip is puffier than usual, so she gently raises her finger to his lip, pulling it down slightly. There's a small cut just on the inside of his lip, red, scabbed and healing. She moves her finger from his lip to the underside of his chin and presses. There's a little bump beneath his soft facial hair. She tilts his chin up, presses a gentle kiss to the spot.

"Should I punish myself for these?" Ana questions, pulling back.

"None of this is your fault." He tells her, brushing her hair back.

Ana disagrees, but she keeps that to herself. "Please don't hide from me again, Bucky."

"I just," He begins, moving his left hand to her neck. "I couldn't face you."

The cool touch of his metal fingers feels nice against her neck, soothing the dull ache there. Ana allows herself a moment to revel in his touch. Then, she remembers her own guilt, her stomach twisting as she realizes this wouldn't have happened if she just done her job. She if just stopped that Agent.

Abruptly, Ana stands from the couch, ignoring her muscles screaming in pain, the ache in her back. Bucky looks surprised and baffled, his hands hovering in the air of where Ana was just sitting. He frowns up at her, tilting his head. She watches as something dawns in his eyes, he blue of his irises flashing.

"I think," Ana begins before she can allow herself to place that look in his eyes. "That instead of repeating it, we should be a healing session first."

Bucky blinks, slowly dropping his hand. He rubs his thighs nervously. "Healing session?"

"Yes." Ana nods, then quickly stops. It hurts. "I think your energy is off right now, mine too. So, a healing session is needed. It'll help get your mind refocused. Help calm any anxieties you may have right now. Is that okay?"

"Where?" He asks, apprehension in his voice.

"The Medical Ward, of course. Janice will be there, so it'll just be the three of us."

Bucky nods again, chewing his lip for a moment. "Alright."

"Right." Ana pulls her eyes away from his. Suddenly, she feels like she can't look directly at him. She's suggesting this session because she is the main reason he needs it. "We can start now or tomorrow or-"

"Now. Please. The sooner the better." Bucky tells her.

Ana takes a few steps back. "I'll inform Janice and we can head down there."

She doesn't wait for a response, just turns and leaves Bucky sitting alone on the couch.

They enter the Medical Ward, and the second Ana sits Bucky down on a bed, she is gone. She pulls her guiding touch back so quickly, Bucky wonders for one wild second if he somehow burned her. He watches her with worry as she whirls around the room. Her movements remind him of the first day he saw her. How it looked like she was dancing around the room, gathering files. It's what she is doing now.

Bucky is so focused on watching Ana, that it takes him a moment to realize someone is next to him. It's Janice, an on call nurse who had treated Ana, and himself before. She smiles kindly at him; her dark red, wispy hair is gathered away from her face. She's an older woman, fine lines detailing her face, and her eyes look as if she has seen a lot more than she ever would working here. As experienced and tired her eyes look, there is no hint of fear in the green of her irises. Janice begins to plug in little chords to a machine, turning it on and waiting.

Bucky clears his throat. "Erm, Nurse Janice?"

"I told you, Mr. Barnes. Just Janice will do." She reminds him gently, untangling two chords.

"Janice. Was Ana brought here after..." He trails off, frowning.

She seems to understand though. "She was." Her deep green eyes float over to where Ana is reading over a file. "Took some time to get her vitals back up. She wouldn't want me telling you this, but since you seem to be the only one of the two of you truly concerned for her well-being. What she did was dangerous, according to the doctors. Extremely. Everything dropped. Her pulse, her oxygen, her blood pressure, even her brain activity for a few seconds."

A sickening knot twists in the pit of his stomach. "Did you give her those vitamins?"

"I did. Also gave her a type of elixir Dr. Banner and Mr. Stark came up with. It worked pretty quickly. She was on her feet after a day."

Bucky keeps his eyes on Ana as she beings to make her way over to them. "Any other injuries?"

"I think you already know that answer. Mainly the contusion on her upper back, bruised her scapula’s, the bump on her head."

"The bones are bruised too?" He swallows thickly.

"Mildly. Mild whiplash, had a slight concussion. She did land on solid concrete. Nothing some rest and ice won't heal. Try getting her into that mineral bath in there, Mr. Barnes. It will do her some good. She hasn't slept in three days."

Shocked, Bucky whips his head towards her. He didn't know that. He didn't know that Ana had stayed awake for 72 hours just like he had. He wants to ask Janice if she knows more, but Ana reaches them. She doesn't make eye contact with him, instead she just tugs at his shirt.

"Should he take it off, Jan?" Ana questions like Bucky isn't sitting right in front of her. "Would it be easier?"

"That's up to him, Ms. Rios." Janice answers, hitting a few buttons on the machine.

Ana nods. "Do you mind, Bucky?"

At least she calls him by his name. Bucky quickly takes his shirt off; Ana still isn't looking at him. Janice places little white pads on his chest and the crook of his elbow. Ana walks away again. It continues like that for the next five minutes. She just refuses to make eye contact, and although she isn't completely ignoring him, it makes his heart ache against his chest with something he hoped he would never see from Ana.

His heart rate makes the machines go off. Ana is coming back with a file in her hands. She rambles on to Janice that since Bucky is a super soldier with serum laced in his veins, his heart rate is different from a regular one. She points to the file she's holding, saying it matches the same speed as Steve's does.

His vitals keep climbing though and Janice levels him with a look. She beckons Ana over once more. She observes the numbers, then sighs, snapping another file shut. She hands it to Janice, who just glares at her. Janice knows. The nurse sees the way Ana is avoiding him too.

"You gotta calm down, Bucky." Ana tells him casually. "I can't do the healing session if your pulse is through the roof, even by your standards."

Something snaps inside Bucky. "How can I when you're not even fucking looking at me!?"

Janice clears her throat, then leaves quickly. Bucky rips the sticky pads off his skin, putting his shirt back on. Finally, pulling her eyes away from the screen, Ana makes eye contact. Bucky has never seen them so dark before, like a storm brewing, drowning out the light.

"I haven't been ignoring you." She states.

"I didn't say that. I said you weren't looking at me. How come?"

Ana doesn't even keep their eyes locked for thirty seconds before she's adverts her gaze elsewhere. "I need air."

She abruptly spins on her feet and leaves, walking towards the doors. Bucky is quick to follow her, not letting her go that easy. He wants to grab her arm, but he has a feeling that won't go over well. Ana leads him outside to a small balcony. The weather is nice out, a crisp cool wind brushing against his skin.

"Ana!" Bucky calls. She stops and turns, her eyes staring over his shoulder. He hates it. "You're angry at me, aren't you?”

"No." She says flatly.

"You're scared of me. Terrified." Bucky whispers, that twisting in his stomach is back. One of his greatest fears has been Ana seeing him as the monster he truly is.

She shakes her head. "No."

"Really? Because you won't even look me in the eyes."

Finally, Ana does just that. She looks straight at him. "I'm not angry or terrified of you. I'm angry and disappointed in myself!" Ana abruptly snaps, her voice wavering.

Bucky can feel his shoulders drop, the tension seeping out of his muscles. He's been blaming himself for the past three days, trying to keep away from her so he wouldn't hurt her again. Seeing the discoloration on her smooth skin, watching as she moves cautiously, gingerly, makes Bucky sick to his stomach. He just never thought that Ana would be feeling the same.

"You think this is all your fault," She whispers. "But it's not. None of it is. It's mine, Bucky. All mine."

"Ana." He frowns, reaching out to take her hand. "It's not your fault at all."

She steps back. "Yes! Yes, it is. I could've done something different. I could've acted quicker. I could have ignored the energy and focused on stopping him instead. But I didn't and I fucking missed every shot. I never miss! I missed, and I could have done more and because I didn't, because I failed, you were triggered. I sent you back to that dark place. I'm the one who made you feel like you are now, scared to even come near me for three whole days. I'm the one that set you back to the beginning. I'm the one who failed you, Bucky."

The painfully beating heart in Bucky's tightening chest falls to his feet. This is all wrong. It is all so fucking wrong. Ana should not be standing in front of him, looking like she just pulled the ground from beneath him. Her lips are trembling, the muscle at her jaw is jumping, her hands clenched into fists are shaking. The atmosphere of the room thickens.

She's still looking at him, but her beautiful brown eyes are so dark, he can't see the little golden spots in her eyes. He loves those little specks of gold; they grounded him. It's what brought him back to her, counting those drops of gold.

Bucky takes a step forward. Ana doesn't move away this time. "Annie."

"Don't." Ana pleads quietly her voice cracking. She drops her head, wrapping her arms around her body. "Please don't call me that using that voice."

"What voice?" He asks, suddenly confused. He reaches out with both his hands, gently placing them on her shoulders.

"The one you use when you think I've done no wrong."

Bucky just pulls her close to his chest, careful of her healing bruise between her shoulder blades. He wants to spend hours gently kissing every inch of the contusions. To kiss any pain, every doubt, every feeling of guilt she has away. Instead, he just cradles her head to his chest, sinking his fingers into her soft hair, careful of the tender bump.

"You did not fail me." He tells her firmly. "You didn't let me down or disappoint me, or whatever else you may be thinking in that pretty little head of yours. You are the one that brought me back. I broke out of it because of you, Ana."

He hears a soft sniff. Bucky leans back enough to see her. He moves his hands to her cheek, cupping her face in his palms, making sure she can't look anywhere else. She isn't crying, not yet, but she looks close. Her eyes are glistening, eyelashes fluttering like she's trying to hold back tears.

"Everything you have done so far has worked." Bucky says lowly, hoping to convey how true it all is. "The sessions, the good ones, the bad ones. Our talks. Your empathetic healing, your energy transmutations, grounding techniques. The way you just touch me, Ana. The way you are always able to bring me back to reality. Bring me back to what's real, right in front of me. That is all you.

"I wouldn't have been able to fight against it, to break free at all if it wasn't for you. So, my sweet, beautiful, Annie. You have not failed me. It is not your fault."

Bucky tilts her head up and presses his lips firmly to hers. It's been three long days without the feel of her warm, soft lips against his, and that's own his fault. He couldn't face her so soon after hurting her, though he had no idea that Ana had been feeling the same, worse even. Ana inhales sharply through her nose, her hands coming up to wrap her fingers around his wrists.

She doesn't push him away, instead she melts against his chest. She allows him to kiss her slowly, tentatively. It's only been three days, but he has missed the taste of her on his lips. He missed wrapping his arms around her, and even though he can't seem to protect her from himself, Bucky will do everything else in his power to protect her from others. Including her own thoughts.

"I'm sorry." Ana is mumbling against his mouth.

"Shhh, s'not your fault." Bucky responds. He kisses her twice more, then rests his forehead on hers. "I'm sorry too, though. I shouldn’t have pulled away from you."

Ana shakes her head and Bucky smiles despite himself. "Do you want to do this healing session today? Janice said you hadn't slept the past three days."

"I'll be fine." Ana assures him, taking a step back to look at him properly. God, he missed those brown eyes. "It's not a strenuous as the energy thing."

"If you're sure." He relents, swiping his thumbs along her cheekbones. "Don't push yourself"

There's a tiny smile playing on her lips. Then Ana steps into him again, wrapping her arms around his waist and squeezing. The scent of flowers and rain fills his nose, and Bucky makes to hug her the best he can.

"Can we just stay like this for a bit?" Ana whispers into his chest. Her warm breath fanning over his shirt.

Bucky kisses the top of her head. "Yeah, sweetheart. I've got you." He promises.

He closes his eyes and just revels in this moment, holding the woman he is falling hard for in his arms.

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|Renascent|- Chapter 3.

Summary: Thrust back into the world she had barely escaped before, will she be able to forgive herself? Will she be able to save broken friendships and restore lost trust? What happens when she falls in love with a man who’s barely able to feel and afraid of the world?

Takes place after the events of Civil War.

/renascent/: adjective- being reborn; springing again into being or vigor.

Pairing: Bucky BarnesxReader (eventual)

Words: 2,245

Warnings: none, I think. rusty writing

A/N: I’d like to thank everyone single one of you for reading this fic. You guys are honestly the best. It really means the world to me. Thank you so much for the lovely comments you left on the previous part ❤️

I’m very sorry for my rusty writing, I’m trying to get back to it. Please bear with me. I also apologize for my grammar or any mistakes, English is not my first language. Please feel free to correct me. Thank you so much for reading. It means the world. ❤️

Chapter 1., Chapter 2., Chapter 3.

One of the most commonly known sayings among mankind is that just because we're connected to someone by blood doesn't always mean we're family. And as painful as this may sound, it is often also true. But many times the universe decides to be so generous with us as to allow us to share some of the most profound bonds with those who we share the blood connection with. However, people often don't realize that they've been chosen as the lucky few until it is too late, whether the bond was divided by a heart-wrenching fight or death itself. And once the connection is taken away, all that's left behind is an empty space desperately longing to be filled. Even though Y/N has always treasured the fact that she belonged amongst the chosen ones, she has never expected her invitation to be taken away from her so soon.

From the very beginning of her life, her heart and soul were intertwined with those of her dear brother. The two of them bonded fairly quickly and soon shared every aspect of their lives with each other. One of the things they shared together has later been their job, or as they liked to call it, their purpose of life.

Ever since they were little, their childhood plays consisted of becoming superheroes and saving the lives of those in need, and they always hoped for their life to one day become it. Though again, what child doesn't wish for their dreams to come true?

So then one day, after their entire lives were dedicated to bettering themselves, whether it was in combat or knowledge, after several Ph.D.'s and way too many sleepless nights and wishes whispered into the dark, the universe got so fed up with their prayers that it decided to grant them their wishes. And so Y/N and her brother were soon recruited to become the agents of an organization called S.H.I.E.L.D.

It didn't take long for them to learn everything needed to get through the often torturous training and were soon cleared to participate in real missions. The very first ones tended to be simple, and usually only consisted of gaining information and then quickly slipping out, and then when there was nothing of such sort for them to do, they'd return to fill in their empty spots in laboratories. But once the harder missions came by, they often consisted of having to do one of the most unbearable things on earth. Robbing another human being of their privilege of life.

The very first kill was the hardest one, and no matter how trained Y/N was for it, the pull of the trigger still broke something inside her. And so she had to let her soul harden for her to be able to get through it, to be able to continue with ridding the world of villain and making the world a better place. And with the help of her brother, she often did. No matter how many lives the both of them have taken, they always knew that they still had each other, that they had someone to rely on, someone to pour the blood of their broken heart to, someone who would wash off the blood on their hands.

It didn't matter what kind of a mission they got assigned to, for they always had each other's backs, always protected each other from the harm of the world. Until one of the most dreadful days of Y/N's life came by. The day when she couldn't do anything to protect her brother, the day when she had to watch as every single drop of life left his body at the hand of a murderous monster. The monster she has seen take lives of others before. The monster that was hidden deep inside a man who now lay in front of her, buried in deep slumber, restrained like a wild animal. And yet the more she let her eyes wander along each detail of him, the more she took his appearance in, the more his looks resembled the ones of an angel. Though she knew that deep down, the monster was still hidden, waiting for a thread of words calling for him to kill again. And she felt more confused than ever, for how could she feel so drawn to someone who has destroyed her entire life?

„They're about to wake him“ a soft yet deep voice echoed beside her, making her jump slightly as it pulled her from her thoughts. Steve provided her with an apologetic glance once he realized what he had done before continuing.

„I don't think you want to see this. I myself probably wouldn' t be able to stomach the way they treat him if I saw it. Besides, our presence is required in the auditorium. It's gonna start soon, we should get going“ his eyebrows furrowed in concern as he pointed at the iron door only a few meters away from them.

„We should. Let's go then before they drag us in there by force“ she chuckled nervously as she proceeded to walk towards the door, sending one last glance towards the restrained man behind the glass.

„So... have you decided how you're gonna testify?“ Steve asked as they made their way down the hall, trying to avoid bumping into any of the agents rushing through the building. The building they got brought to in handcuffs after countless agents filled her house not long after she watched Bucky's body crumble to the ground. She felt relieved because it meant that he would get the care needed to save his life, but she also feared for her own life.

She sent a quick glance Steve's way once more before returning her gaze to the ground. She understood his concern, for this could change the life of his dearest friend forever. So she just shook her head as she diverted her gaze towards the ground, trying not to get lost in her thoughts again.

„I know this is hard for you. I know it's a hard decision. But please don't let the weight of the situation cloud your judgment“ he pleaded as he sent another concerned glance her way.

„Don't worry, Stevie. You don't need to give me the dad talk. I'm gonna try to do the right thing, even if I may not know what it is yet.“ she tried to reassure him with the most genuine smile she could conjure up at that moment, and she could clearly see as relief took residence in his eyes.

„Thank you,“ he whispered as he squeezed her shoulder, „For everything“ he quickly added before smiling at her warmly.

„Don't thank me yet. You and I both know this isn't really a trial. Their decision has already been made, they're just doing this because they have to, because they otherwise wouldn't be able to do what they have planned for him. Even if I try to do my best and they'll let us say what we hold in our hearts, they're still gonna try to twist our words, try to make of them what will only help their cause. Even if we only have the purest of intentions, this could still end horribly for Bucky“ she contemplated as she tried to search Steve's eyes, not sure what to make of what she saw in them

„I know“ Steve nodded his head, sadness lacing his voice. He smiled at her as he opened the door for her.

She took in a deep breath to try and steady herself before she entered the room, all eyes turning towards them. Her heartbeat resonated louder and louder in her years with each step she took, not calming down even after she claimed her seat next to Wanda. Steve was seated right opposite her, which she was greatly thankful for. Though she wasn't allowed to talk to anyone, she still let her eyes wander across the faces of her fellow teammates, the faces of people she loved dearly. She could feel tears starting to burn their way into her eyes, for only then did she realize how much she truly missed them. And after a while of stolen glances and an enormous amount of deep breaths, she felt a soft touch on her hand followed by a reassuring squeeze which sent a wave of calmness through her body, the tiny hand belonging to none other than Wanda.

Y/N knew it wasn't Wanda's magic that calmed her down, because as she turned her head towards her to thank her with a smile, she noticed a black collar like device attached to her neck which was seemingly sending tiny electric shocks into her body. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as her eyes scanned the people around her once more, and she noticed that every single one of her fellow teammates had the same device attached on various parts of their bodies as well. The same device that was placed on her ankle as well.

A wave of anger ran through her veins as her lungs burned with the deep breath she took in, her teeth hurting from the pressure of her tightened jaw. The anger only seemed to amplify as the doors opened once more, revealing dozens of guards with guns in their hands surrounding Bucky's body which was tied with various shackles, which too seemed to be sending shocking impulses through his body every second.

He was soon dragged into the room, and seated in front of the table where everyone sat, his head hung low with his face hidden behind his hair, his chest rising with each rapid breath he took. The guards joined the ones already in the room that were positioned in each corner, two of them remaining closely behind where Bucky sat.

The room fell silent, the air got thicker with each passing second as tension spread throughout the room before nothing could be heard but the scratching of a chair dragged across the floor as one of the councilmen stood up, buttoning up his blazer as he made his way to the front of the room where everyone would be able to see him clearly.

„Ladies and gentlemen, you've been brought here today to testify against the crimes of James Buchanan Barnes, also known as The Winter Soldier. All your testimonies will be taken into consideration, though they may not change our final decision.“ the councilman said in a stern, cold voice before stopping abruptly as a soft ´Of course not´ could be heard, said by none other than Y/N herself. She only tightened her jaw more as the councilman sent her a quick angry glance before continuing.

„We will begin with the testimony of Anthony Stark. Mr. Stark, if you may“ he indicated for Tony to start as he sat down.

„Ya know, I think this whole circus is pointless, as we all already know that you don't care about our opinion, you never do, though, so nothing new here. I will, however, say that even though Bucky has committed some horrible crimes, including killing both of my parents in cold blood, it wasn't really him who acted out those commands. I'm not saying he shouldn't be punished for them. I'm saying that he shouldn't be the only one. How about you punish all the Hydra members as well, hm? Like your precious Alexander Pierce and also-“ he spoke angrily before getting interrupted.

„Okay, I think that's enough, we've taken notice of your opinion“ the councilman tried to stop him from saying anything else, getting to stand up again.

„No honestly, though. I could name so many more. Why only melt one side of the coin? Ah-“ Tony's voice got cut off as a wave of electricity ran through his body, torturous pain making him unable to speak.

„This is illegal. You can't just cut him off because you don't like what he's saying“ Sam yelled out as he pointed his hand in Tony's direction while staring down the councilman angrily.

„Yes, we can. You've given us the permission by signing the Sokovia accords. We're allowed to eliminate any threat you bring with yourself. We will proceed with our next subject“ the councilman continued.

Y/N could feel her anger amplifying with each testimony she heard, each of them cut off once they didn't like the words their „subjects“ were sharing. The air tightened with every word, the situation not getting any better.

„Miss Y/L/N, it's your turn now“ the voice of the councilman pulled her out of her thoughts, and she could feel everyone's eyes on her. She breathed in as she looked around the room, trying to make sense of her thoughts, the ringing in her years and the resonation of her heartbeat against her chest making it almost impossible. All the messy thoughts suddenly stopped as her eyes met with the icy blue eyes of the man who's life felt to be in her hands, and suddenly she felt like she couldn't breathe. It seemed as if everything depended on her words, yet she herself wasn't sure what to think of the situation as each word she heard during the trial changed her opinion completely. And so she stood up and clenched her fists so tightly she could feel her nails piercing through her skin, and as she proceeded to talk, she deeply wished for her words to not ruin the life of a man she was falling in love with.

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