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Hey there anon!

SPN ASK GAME:

27. Make up an episode of spn and give specifics

[You either were galaxy brain for picking this at random or you’ve been reading my tags where I go off on fanfic ideas /spn takes in general / my tags referencing the season 16 fic I’m working on]

Okay so I decided on an episode that would have taken place during the Mark of Cain arc when we had the Cas - Dean - Crowley shenanigans at play. I think I’m gonna place this after Dean gives the first blade to Cas over Crowley. So this is a last hurrah of Crowley being mad at not being Dean’s pick.

This ended up being ridiculously long so....enjoy~

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It’s day, and the episode opens with Cas leaning against his car. It’s pulled off to the side of an old country road. Eyes narrowing, Cas crosses his arms. “This better be important.”

“Always good to see you too, angel.” It’s Crowley. He comes walking up, hands in his jacket pockets. A devilish smile pulls at his lips. “I wouldn’t have called you out here if it wasn’t of the utmost importance.”

///

Cut to Sam and Dean walking back to the impala. It’s night and they’re both exhausted and nursing bruises. They’re both holding machetes, which they deposit into the trunk.

Sam watches Dean like a hawk. His eyes keep trailing to the mark. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine, Sammy. A little vampire blood isn’t going to push me over the edge.”

“Okay, fine.”

They drive back to the motel to clean up. Some time has passed. Dean starts pounding on the bathroom door. “I’d like to get dinner this century.”

We move to Dean walking in the parking lot, mumbling his annoyance at Sam for taking so long. Just as he get to the car, he’s jumped by a group of people. Bag over his head, tied up, dragged away. He end up at an abandoned warehouse.

Luckily Sam caught the last bit of that kidnapping and he gets in the car, speeding after them.

They pull the bag off of Dean’s head. The mark is screaming at him. It’s the rest of the nest of vampires. Turns out the nest was bigger than him and Sam thought. Their plan was to divide and conquer making the boys suffer long, agonizing deaths for revenge. They didn’t expect Sam to burst right in. He passes Dean a machete during the fighting.

Still, they’re horribly outnumbered and they’re getting their asses kicked. Dean gets knocked back onto the floor. His machete gets tossed another direction. Sam takes out the last vamp in his reach. Dean is fumbling for a gun or knife, anything he might have on his person. The vampire gets closer, about to lunge. Sam yells. And then the vampire’s severed head hits the floor.

“I don’t know what you boys would do without me.”

Dean blinks and stares up. “Cas?”

Dean gets up and Sam jogs over. They’re both staring oddly at Cas. “What happened to you?”

“I went shopping.” Cas shrugged. “What? I’m not allowed to update my wardrobe?”

“No..uh..” Through Dean’s perspective we get a good look at Cas’ new look. He’s wearing a new black suit. Finely tailored. Blue gem encrusted cuff links. Hair trimmed and styled in a purposely messy look. Dean’s eyes close in the tiny hoop earring. “Dude, did you pierce your ear?!”

“What!” Sam steps between them and bobs his head around looking at Cas. “Holy shit.”

“Are we done yet?” Cas rolls his eyes. “I didn’t realize this was going to be such a big deal.”

Sam steps back to stand by Dean.

Dean started stuttering. “No, uh, it’s fine. You look.....uh, you’re looking real good.”

“Smooth,” Sam leans in and teases. Dean shoves him a bit.

Cas takes a step forward towards Dean. “Thanks.” He winks.

Dean gets massively flustered.

///

Cut to Dean, Cas, and Sam at dinner. It’s a sports bar location; busy Friday night crowd. They were lucky to snag a table. The waitress is taking their food and drink orders.

Cas takes one look at the drink menu and tosses it aside. “Just get me what I normally order.” He rubs at his eye.

Sam shot him a weird look.

“What?”

“You don’t normally order anything,” Dean said leaning in close. “You okay? Did some rogue angel scramble your brains while you were gone?”

“Ah, yes. I’m just always as interesting as a wet paper towel I see,” Cas grumbled. “I don’t always order nothing.” He looked at the waitress. “Just get me something sweet. Anything, really.”

She nodded and took off away from the table.

Dean turned to completely to Cas, who was sitting next to him. He studied him. His gut was telling him something had to be off.

Cas meanwhile leaned an elbow on the table, and rested the side of his face in his hand. “What is it?”

“There’s something going on.”

The look in Cas’ eyes brightened. “Oh, you like what you see?”

Dean gets flustered and trips over his tongue again. He turns away when Sam coughs loudly.

///

Cut to Jody’s house. It’s earlier that same day. Claire’s bedroom. She sitting in the middle of her bed with piles of books and papers scattered around her. The lights start flickering. She looks at it sternly and jumps to her feet. The flickering gets worse, and then her expression softens. Then it looks confused. “Cas?”

They have a conversation, but we can only hear Claire’s end of it.

“Slow down, I’m listening. Okay hold on. Let tell Jody so she doesn’t have a stroke.”

Claire finds Jody in the kitchen getting some pans washed. “Hey, I’m gonna need a rain check on dinner.”

“Why?” Jody turns around to see Claire with a duffle bag slung over her shoulder. “Where are you going?”

Before she can answer, the lights start flickering.

“Damn it,” Jody mumbles.

“We gotta go! The king of hell took my dad’s body.”

“What?”

The flickering gets worse and Jody puts a hand on her head like it hurts.

“Back off!” Claire yells up at the ceiling. “It’s hard to think with all your worrying. I get it.”

The flickering stops. Jody looks at Claire like she has three heads. “Wanna explain what’s going on.”

“It’s Castiel.”

“Dean’s guardian angel friend?”

Claire laughed at that. “Yeah. The lights, that’s him. And he’s pissed.”

“Why is he here?”

“He needs to borrow me to get his...my dad....remember he’s wearing my dad as a vessel? The king of hell blasted him out and took his body.”

Jody crossed her arms. “And where do you come into play here?”

“Angel vessels are specific. He took my dad for a reason. I apparently work as a substitute.”

“So you’re gonna let an angel go joyriding with your body?”

“Yes.”

“While he goes to get his revenge on the king of hell?”

“Yeah.”

Sighing, Jody glares up at the ceiling. “I swear to God you better bring her back safely.”

Claire winced. “He says if anything happens he’ll give you an angel blade to finish him, yourself.” Claire looked up at the ceiling. “You’re insane. Don’t be so dramatic.”

///

Move to Claire outside her car. She goes to get in, but then she stops. “Fine I’ll let you drive.”

That’s when we see the angel glow and burst of light. She let Cas in. The light dims and Claire’s expression and posture changes. Cas gets behind the wheel of the car and floors it.

///

“I’ll go get us another round,” Crowley said getting up. Sliding past Dean, he ran a hand lightly across Dean’s shoulder.

Dean grinned and watched with puppy eyes. Not that he’d admit it, but he was enjoying the view.

“Dude,” Sam leaned in. “Seriously, what’s going on with Cas? Did he snap? Witches?”

Dean shook off the feelings he had moments ago. He leaned back in his chair. “I don’t know. He’s been through a lot lately.”

“Yeah, we all have. I don’t see anyone else changing their whole...persona.”

“Fine. We’ll just have to keep an eye on him.” Dean turns and stares for too long at Crowley talking to the bartender.

Sam sighs.

///

It cuts to the three of them getting back to the bunker. Dean keeps eyeing Crowley, who keeps taking every opportunity to wink or smile when he catches Dean looking. Sam gives up and goes off elsewhere.

Dean trails off to the kitchen and soon enough realizes that Crowley is following him. “Need something?”

Crowley shrugs. “Nope. Just figuring out how I should be spending my time until morning.”

A shiver shot down Dean’s spine. He quickly opened the fridge and guzzled a bottle of water.

“Thirsty?”

Dean held up the bottle. “A bit.”

Crowley leaned back against the counter. He was fiddling with his cufflinks. “Are you sure that’s enough to satisfy you?”

Dean choked on his next sip of water. He started coughing like crazy.

“Dean!” It was Sam’s voice from somewhere down the hall.

“Cas, what is up with you? What are you talking about?” Dean stepped closer, ignoring Sam’s calls.

Crowley took a step forward. “Why don’t you find out?”

“Dean! Where are you!” Sam’s voice got closer. “THAT’S NOT CAS!”

“What.”

The kitchen door slammed shut and Dean flew backwards, back against the fridge.

Crowley laughed. “Oh, that was fun while it lasted. Dean you are way too easy.”

“Who are you?” Dean snarled.

Cas’ blue eyes were obscured with a smoky, demon red. “Miss me, darling?”

“Crowley.”

“Yes,” he gestured down his body with a hand. “Like my new look? I think I’m starting to see the appeal.”

“Get out of him,” Dean lunged forward.

“Oh, are you sure? You seemed quite pleased all night. You can’t tease and not follow through. That’s just rude.”

Dean’s jaw clenched. He didn’t have any weapons besides basic cutlery. He could try an exorcism, but Crowley would shut him up before he could get anywhere.

Crowley laughed again and took a few steps around the kitchen. “It’s such a shame Cassie doesn’t know how to use his assets. He could have had you tied down in bed ages ago.”

And just then the door flew open. Both Dean and Crowley turned to look, but then Crowley was slammed into the floor.”

“Cl-claire?”

Cas turned to look at him. “Hello, Dean.” His eyes glowed a brilliantly, grace fueled blue.

“Cas!”

He nodded and then turned back to Crowley. “You abomination, what did you do to my body?”

Cas kicked him several times, despite that he was damaging his own vessel. He then threw Crowley into the wall and shoved him in hard. The wall was damaged and cracked. Cas groaned internally knowing that Dean was going to make a fuss about it later.

“I gave you a few upgrades.”

“He pierced your ear,” Sam called standing next to Dean now.

“Among other things. How did you get that other tattoo to stick? I couldn’t get the new one to stay.”

Cas slapped him. “Get out of my body.”

“Oh piss off and make me.”

Sam started the exorcism, and Crowley shrugged under Cas’ force.

“Whatever, I had my fun. Tested a theory. See you all soon.” And Crowley swirled out of Cas’ body and left.

Cas laid the body carefully on the floor. He turned to Sam and Dean. “Close your eyes.”

They did, and in a brilliant light Cas left Claire’s body for his own. His vessel was healed of all the injuries he had caused moments ago.

Claire, a bit woozy, stumbled a bit. “Hey guys.” She looked at Cas. “You should have kicked his butt harder.”

He was busy looking down at his new outfit. “Don’t worry, I’m planning on tearing him into tiny strips of flesh.” He looked up. “It was just...a bit awkward while he was in....”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to damage you either.”

Cas looked at Dean. “What did he mean about, testing a theory?”

Dean averted his eyes, scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t know.”

“Hey, Claire,” Sam cut in, changing topics. “Does Jody know you’re here?”

“Yeah, I should call her now though.” Claire went to dig for her phone. It wasn’t there. “Must be in the car.”

“I’ll get a room ready for you to stay the night,” Sam said leading her out of the kitchen.

They leave Dean and Cas alone in the kitchen. They sit at the table. Cas scowls, lost in thought.

“Are you okay?”

Cas sighs. He looks at Dean. “Yeah.”

“You sure? How did this even happen?”

“He jumped me with a banishing sigil. I’d never seen it before, but it tore me right out of my vessel. He jumped right in before I could do anything.”

Cas’ frowned. “I feel disgusting. Who knows what else he did.”

Dean got up and stretched. “Come on. I’ll show you where Sam hides the good stuff.”

“Dean, I don’t see how alcohol is going to make me feel better.”

Dean laughed. “No. The good body soaps. So you can scrub until you feel like you again.”

“Oh.” Cas got up and followed Dean out. He looked down at the clothes again. “How stupid did he make me look?”

Dean stopped dead in the hallway. Cas collided into his shoulder.

“He didn’t make you look stupid.” Dean’s eyes trailed over Cas again. The knot in his gut was gone. He looked even better than earlier, because he was Cas. “It’s a nice suit.”

Cas rolled his eyes. “I miss my coat.”

Dean slapped a hand onto Cas’ shoulder. “No matter how you’re dressed, you look nice. You look like you and that’s what matters.”

Cas nodded and followed Dean down the hallway.

end~

#spn #save #THIS ENDED UP BEING LONG

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danddymaro · 5 years

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Bucky Barnes x Reader | PT.1

It’s a Bucky Barnes x Reader thing | Word Count: 4604 | Part 1: For what do I fight for?

Warning: There won’t be immediate romance, it won't show up till alil later. In fact, this entire series thingie won’t have too many parts to it for that matter. But it’s an idea I want to get off my chest.

Summary: They've finally found him, but the problem is getting him back.

- The story begins after the reader is separated from her two teammates (Sam and Steve). Until then it’s been narrow escapes and evasion, and to put it simply: she’s out of her league when dealing with the Assassin. How can she pull through?

Also: Italics in single quotations are thoughts - 'Example’ whereas Italics alone are flashbacks. I don’t own Marvel, or it’s characters. But this Bangin’ story? YEE.

For What Do I Fight For?

(f/n) whipped around to see the masked man’s metal arm shoot towards her neck, his seize of her missing as she briskly ducked beneath the wicked hand. Narrowly escaping his clutches, she managed to perform a countering uppercut, wasting no time or opportunity to strike him back. With her executed move, she thought she had been quick enough, that at the very least she would have knicked him, but she had no such luck.

His head inclined back, effortlessly swerving himself from the jab, receiving nothing but a would-be brush up at best. Her balled fist tightened up in utter frustration, a low hiss escaping her with yet another failed attempt at slowing him down.

She retracted her hand back, instead opting to drop down low, sweeping her right leg beneath him. And he tumbled down as she had hoped, but as he descended, both his hands shot towards the ground, effortlessly pushing himself up in one quick, swift motion.

He regained his stance far quicker than she would have ever anticipated, coming back to face her with a menacing glare, daring her to try again. Her own (e/c) colored eyes widened with alarm, a sharp gasp coming out from her in a wheezed fashion as she witnessed his easy comeback.

‘You can’t be serious...’ She thought with aggravation.

The deadly assassin had a ready counter for everything she did, finding ease with comebacks aimed towards her, almost all with the sure intention to kill and she was certain she was scraping by on luck alone...luck that had stretched far too thin by that point.

As she inched back farther from him, her left leg stepped into an empty space, causing her to stumble forward as her impulses kicked in, moving away from the empty flooring. Behind her was a steep rock face, a seemingly endless drop awaiting her at the edge, and as she briskly glanced back down into the dark drop she felt her blood run cold, stomach dropping down hard.

She could feel it in her bones: an upcoming doom... she forebode tragedy.

‘I can't keep running anymore,’ She thought to herself, having encountered the dead end, knowing she was trapped with no other way out. ‘ But I can’t keep going like this either,’ she thought to herself, gritting her teeth and moving forward by just a few inches, antsy to have as much space in between her and The Winter Soldier as she could, but having no choice but to move up.

And yes... she was afraid of him....terrified. She had good reason to be:

In regards to his athleticism, he was superior in every aspect. Superhuman strength and speed…Incredible reflexes topped with enhanced stamina. He could literally go on for hours.

Under the hot sun, an almost blinding gleam caught her attention, making her attention lay on the artificial limb at his side.

‘ And of course, there's that freaking arm…’

“ That damn arm…” she grumbled.

The gleaming prosthetic was a powerful cybernetic capable of crushing her head like a bite-sized cherry tomato. All he needed was the chance to grab her and it was all over, she was well aware of that.

She was as far away from him as she could be, which would be close to four yardsticks, and to her dismay, it was the best she could do.

“Fuck… “ she gritted, holding her side tightly, glaring at him through stinging eyes as a mixture of filthy sweat and blood fell into them.

He began to stalk towards her and with each step, her heart rummaging within her chest louder, sounding like A passionate Taiko performance with the nearer he drew. Her breath hitched, as her heavily palpitating muscle gave a particularly hysterical jump as a snapping twig fell beneath his stomp, her bones rattling as a result of it.

‘ I’m trying to push through, but I can’t keep going...’ She thought to herself, feeding off of the scarce bit of resistance and fight she had in her. Hopelessly, she lolled her head back tiredly,‘ no...’ she urged, letting a shallow sigh escape her bruised, trembling lips as she knew the winter soldier practically had her at his hand’s reach and It was only a matter of time.

‘ There has to be some way...’ She assured with herself, her eyes squeezed shut together. ‘coming so far....just to fail now?’ She argued.

Just beneath the material concealing the lower portion of his face, he formed a malicious grin, watching her wavering in her stance, staggered breaths escaping through her gaping mouth. He took his time in approaching her, stalking her like a hungry wolf, knowing she couldn’t go anywhere but towards him and into her demise. And she too had been certain that the chances of her getting passed him were odds all stacked against her. At her best, she had been able to land a few strikes back, as well as evade him long enough to survive.

But what more could she do? The plan had gone to shit...it was never supposed to be a 1 on 1...

Much more, she didn’t want to hurt him...it had never been her intention to harm him at all. She wondered if perhaps she wouldn’t have been in the situation if she had her gun. What if she had brought some of her other weapons to aid her?

‘ But then again, ‘ She started, who was to say he wouldn't just snatch them from her and just use it to his own advantage? ‘ Would it have fallen in his hands instead?’

‘ I don’t want to hurt him...but I can’t just let him kill me...’ She contemplated, her hand inching to take hold of the dagger strapped at her thigh, which had been the only lethal she brought with her. ‘I’m sorry,’ she thought to herself. ‘ It was never my intention,’

However, as she opened her eyes to gaze at the blue sky, over her head she saw a dark shadow fly, cutting through the air at an incredible speed, making her heart almost burst with hope, nearly popping with the intense illation she felt fall upon her.

There was no mistake…

‘ sam…It’s sam….’ She heaved a rapturous sigh of relief, finding new ambition and assurance pumping in her veins. It infected the rest of her, rummaging through her and waking up her lagging limbs. Her entire body felt red hot as she pulled through newfound strength that she had thought had been drained out to the last drop. She took an inhale through her nostrils and readily snapped her eyes towards the deadly menace in her presence, (e/c) eyes sharply trained onto the stalking man. Her mind blanked, only one goal in mind.... just one thing to strum her along...

‘Not today,’ She thought with assurance.

‘ Now, I’ve just gotta hold on until Sammy gets the right momentum.’ she thought with exuberance. ‘ Then we can catch Bucky and we’re done,’ she compromised with herself, knowing it was a lot harder than that. ‘ I CAN pull through...I WILL pull through,’ she thought, wiping the excess stickiness from her face with her sleeved arm. And though It was an easier task said than done, she could only hope for the best, convincing herself she could pull it off. She was right there, so close to her objective and they had all come too far along to go home empty-handed.

She owed it to him...

‘ otherwise… this would have been for nothing...We’ve come so far...And I can’t just fail now...I just have to create the perfect moment,’ she thought joyously, until she saw the assassin's eyes begin to trail up, the cold, hard gems seconds from spotting the other Avenger overhead.

Her own eyes skimmed down, and with a quick swoop, she scooped hold of a decent-sized rock, the first thing her eyes landed on. It fit perfectly in her hand, rough edges pressing against her soft palms as she crushed it in her hold. she masked her pain and worries with false bravado, mustering up a toothy smirk shot right at the winter soldier when she came back up, all of which stung as her split lip stretched.

‘Here goes,’

“Hey, asshole!” She said loudly, chucking the small jagged rock to the center of his chest, her entire arm having swung back to gain more momentum. And it seemed that for a moment time slowed down, as the action momentarily stopped the assassin, his attention falling back to her with a quick flicker, finding home with her rather than straying anywhere else. And for the billionth time, she felt a cold finger run down her spine, fear of those cold, dead stones as they shot dead at her.

The sudden action made him pause, seeming to be actually stunned by the act. However, he quickly came to, and in his eyes, she saw red, a burning fire of fury ignited within him. He began to charge at her, a fisted hand trailing behind him to connect.

He seemed to care little for the edge there, and she wasn’t sure if it was because he was truly so warped, brainwashed to believe he was nothing more than a weapon...

A weapon, which had been broken so many times before, it’s certain it would be put back together and used again. And in a sense, there was no fear of death. No fear of the end.

Only sleep, rest until the next time he could see light... see another day.

Or perhaps it was the contrary... Perhaps he knew his only release was death itself. A death that would only come with recklessness feigned to be undine loyalty. Because who in their right mind would willingly let such a powerful asset simply be thrown away? Much less taken?

If that was the case, then it was certain that he would still be in there, hidden somewhere, conscious enough to understand he wanted to be free. But Hydra would never let him go, and maybe he knew that he’d be useful for as long as they could preserve him...For as long as he lived.

And while both ideas were heartwrenching, she was more affected at imagining the only conscious part of him being one that wanted to put himself out.

Had he tried to kill himself before? How much had be endured? All those years, how would they ever pull him back from such wretched darkness?

How much of Bucky still exited within the Winter Soldier?

Heading straight for him, she too charged, aiming herself to dive beneath the space between his legs as he dove towards her. She landed ungracefully, scraping across the ground like a hockey puck on ice, collecting more dirt to wedge itself within her gashes as she fell, and she made it known she felt pain, crying out as she slid. However, despite her nasty land, with a pained, low moan, she lifted her body from the ground.

She forced herself on all fours, shakily rising with heavy huffs, barely managing to stand on her wobbly legs. She then turned to see Sam’s back facing her, his mechanical wings out wide, stretching to their full length, and through her slightly blurred vision, he looked angelic, like a sort of mechanical angel fallen from the sky.

With two palms striking The Winter Soldier at the center of his chest, Sam had managed to get him off his feet and onto the ground. Executing a swift, rolling land, the dark-skinned man then stopped to stand at his two feet, immediately falling into a defensive stance right before the stoney eyed man, all while shielding his injured comrade.

Sam relied on his own eyesight as the goggles he usually wore had broken earlier on upon being thrown headfirst into an old, thick tree trunk by the assassin. His lenses had shattered, making him throw them aside as they were rendered useless and a hindrance by that point.

He could still feel the icy touch of his metal hand, gripping the back of his head like a small cantaloupe and practically chucking it towards the wooden bark, all without so much as a hint of hesitation. And it hadn’t ended there, the ruthless man wanted to get rid of him once and for all, bloodied intentions in mind. Shivers went up his spine as he felt a throbbing begin to rack his brain again In remembrance.

If she hadn’t intervened he would have ended up with worse damage…If she hadn’t taken the assassin's focus all on her, he would have been pushed into the rough bark a third time, left with a shattered skull.

The two outstretched wings then slid back into their placement in a quick motion, all in the time she took a hard, slow blink.

“You ok?” He said worriedly, his eyes still forward with caution. He was aware she was in a way worse condition than he was because she had endured more than he had at that point. She had been the one to keep the closest and longest fight against the Assasin, and so of course, he was naturally worried for her.

He didn’t hear a clear response from her, only a soft puff, small and shaky draw from her two parted lips as she struggled to find a good breath. But even so, she was smiling, happy to have him there, happy to know there was hope at completing the objective.

‘We’re almost there...’ She thought with hope.

setting his eyes on the now standing woman, an ugly, twisted expression formed over his face as he realized just how much the other man had brutalized his friend.

‘She doesn't look good,’ he thought grimacing, before turning back to the direction of their target. He had a second to register before being hit square in the jaw by a tightened, brute fist, making him skidded back, falling right into (f/n)’s own body. Luckily, she caught him with steady hands as an immediate response, letting him compose himself easily and bounce back from the strike.

“Son of a bitch,” Sam said sneering, extending his jaw out, moving it left and right. He had to make sure the thing hadn’t broken with such an impact, because he could have sworn he heard a crack.

‘I’m sure I saw her take more than a handful of those,’ he thought to himself, and that was only the bit of their battle he had caught, so to say the least, he was impressed with her resistance. Proud.

He then landed a punch to the long-haired assassin’s lower jaw, followed with the opposite fist to his temple.

Sam Wilson might not have had the enhanced strength the other two soldiers had possessed, but it wasn't going to stop him. He knew that there was nothing more than himself that stopped him from progressing, from getting through anything and everything.

Dried blood, similar to a rustic color peeked through her fringe, strands of (h/c) sticking to it and her forhead, and while she couldn’t see it, she could definitely feel the crusty ruggedness of the dried gore as well as warm ooziness over her head. Slowly, she slid her hand up her forehead to grip her pulsing temple, running the digits through the back of her head to feel nothing but warm crimson fluid cover her palm.

Horror washed over her as she noticed just how much had covered the extremity after she brought it up to her vision.

Fresh scarlet, still warm and oozing thickly made her breath hitch, her face twitching with both terror and alarm. The sight of the reeking, metallic pungency making her stomach churn, and it was like she felt the pain come forth full force. The overwhelming scent of death she only then had taken notice of made her feel a rise of bile, the contents within her stomach whirling around in a wild spin. “I think… I think I need to lie down…” she groaned, loling her head back, starting to see black spots scattered over her vision.

Batting her eyes repeatedly, she attempted to shoo them away, but they only expanded, her sight also beginning to grow blurry with daze.

“(F/n)!? (f/n)!! What are you doing! We’re not done yet! he looks pissed,” Sam said backing up in front of the waving woman, putting a protective hand in front of himself, and another extended out towards her. He took a quick look back at her, watching her swaying, cursing beneath his breath as she wobbled, her legs beginning to buckle.

“Come on (f/n)! Damn it, stay awake!” he exclaimed, ducking beneath a swung fist, his palm jutting back, shoving her away with harsh force, saving both of them from the merciless, metal fist being swung.

She felt his hand placed at the center of her chest, pushing her back roughly, making her stumble and fall right on her ass before her upper body fell to the ground’s surface. And unlike before where she stood up, this time around she was frozen, chilled to the bone from within with fear, and so much more she couldn't identify.

As an agent, she never had truly faced death. She’s never even knocked on her doorway, because everything had always gone so smoothly, so easily to her. But here she was, freezing… right in the middle of a fight. When it really mattered, all she could do was lay back and wallow into the cold darkness.

‘I can’t move...’ she thought to herself, feeling her body run cold and motionless, the pain from all her wounds crying out. Every blink she pulled through made her sink further into sluggishness, slipping from wake.

‘Why can’t I move?’ she wondered, sinking further into a soundless void. the outside world, as well as the battle just a few feet away became meaningless to her, almost slipping out from her mindset.

‘ Why can’t I just get up?’ She thought to herself, her eyelids coming down over her glazed over (e/c) colored drops. And just like that, she was sent into quiet darkness.

“Every time I think you’re about to give in, You get right back up,” She said with amazement, her (e/c) eyes falling upon the lovely moonlight, it’s illuminated face smiling down on the earth.

“How do you do that captain?” She asked the blonde-haired man, her eyes still set up on the night sky, because it was just too much of a prepossessing beauty to stray from in her eyes.

The lovely moon had come out, taking the stage up high alone and stealing the show, the fullness of it making up for the absence of stars.

He gave a huff of amusement, his thumb lightly grazing over the closed locket in his hand as her infectious smile rose a gentle one from him.

She was over the moon at being accepted by the rest of the team, the joy still present even after her 6-month mark of being an official Avenger. And he thought it was just adorable, seeing her still so enthusiastic and eager.

“ How do I do it…” he repeated her question with thought, not taking long to answer, “It’s easy, actually,” he started. Leaning in closer, her (e/c) eyes looked directly at him with attentiveness while she nodded, urging him to continue. “There’s not much to it (f/n), you simply find that reason. Because there will always be a reason to fight. There will always be a why… “ He explained to her. “I know you probably expected something more inspiring, but that's all I really have to advise you on,” he said watching her as she pursed her lips.

“When your right there, when it feels like you can't go on any longer. You’ll close your eyes, if only for a second... And there will be one thing that comes to mind. It could be a person... a place...or a thing you want to see again. No matter how impossible it can be.” He said stuffing the locket in his beige pant’s pockets.

Understanding she nodded, “So what do you think of ?” she asked him, curious. What did The Captain America believe to be precious? What exactly moved him?

Sure, of course, she was his friend. She came to be well associated with him before she had been initiated into the team, but even then she still saw him as somewhat of an icon, someone above normal...extraordinary. He was someone to admire and follow footsteps from, and she wanted to learn everything she could. She wanted to one day be like him if she could.

And who knows, maybe then she’d have others who admire her, and then she’d become their icon. Then she could be the one to show them the way...

“I think of you,” He told her immediately, without so much as an eyebat, looking directly her with a smile. “ I think of Tony...of Nat… Bruce…Clint... I think of Thor…of Sam…” he told her, “ ...I think of Buck who's still somewhere out there,” he admitted, “I think about us sitting down together, eating take out, fighting over what we want to watch. You know, those boring days... And I think about having him there with us… “ he trailed off, a shaky sigh leaving him, “I can’t go back to my past… but I can always help shape the future. I’ll always keep getting up for you all,”

He always managed to give out a nice little speech, something to just make you want to follow him even through the chaos. Even Tony begrudgingly agreed on that matter, and his response near winded her as she felt it’s effect. “ You know, I don’t think we’d be able to function without you,” she admitted. Flattered, he huffed in amusement, “ Everyone does their part, I don't think we’d be able to function without even one of us missing. In fact, I think together we bring out the best in each other and pick up where we have our flaws.”

“It’s just like a family, right?” she asked him, somewhat hesitant at making the comparison until of course, his eyes sparkled at the idea. It showed her he was peaked by her thought, and it made her unafraid to admit what they all truly meant to her.

“ To be very honest Steve, That's the way I usually see this... A family who has each other's back,” she added, and wordlessly, he nodded. He was happy she felt at home. He was happy she felt the same.

“ I’m sure the others feel the same,” he assured her, knowing that more than one of the members had little to nothing besides their formed group, finding joy and acceptance despite their pasts.

Silence fell between them and hugging her knees, (f/n) lolled her head to the side to land on Steve’s shoulder, her mind on one particular person he mentioned, because she just couldn’t shake him off.

“You’ll get him back,” she said softly.

“...You think?” he asked her somewhat shakily. He wanted to believe it was possible, he wanted to think that somehow the Bucky he knew was there. “ The last time I had seen him was so long ago... in time to far out of my grasp now. I hadn’t even had time to mourn him, or even go back to look for him,” he told her, “ And when I realized where I had woken up, I thought I lost everything.”

‘But now I know he’s out there somewhere. I know he exists in there,’ he thought to himself, knowing that had he not been in there, he wouldn’t have pulled him out of the water.

“ I’ don’t plan to lose him ever again,” He told her.

“ Well, I think you can do anything,” she told him, “ I think you're stubborn enough to manage getting him back,” she admitted giggling at the small jab she gave him, “And then he can see you throw fits when you lose at monopoly,” she added, chuckling as she tried to lighten the mood.

“Corrupt monopoly isn't a thing,” he said hanging his head. “And besides, you and Tony are the first to attack each other,” he corrected her. “ But you know what, I am sure he’d get a kick out of seeing you throw a fit at Uno,” he told her, snickering. “That’s always a treat,” he mused.

“You can’t tell me you don't think Clint’s holding cards right?!” she asked him with wonder. “ He always ends up with the good ones!” She said sitting up straight, her arms crossed over her chest.

No one was that lucky...

“ Besides, he always manages to put in that wacky draw 20 he made...And say...now that I think about it...I’m pretty sure we’ve been playing the game wrong.” She said with realization.

“We have,” Steve told her, having actually taken the time to read the instructions, and he probably was the only one to bother. “ But it’s more fun that way,” he told her. After he had read them, he had shaken his head, tucking it back, deciding their version was much better by a long shot, no matter how crooked and off it was.

Snorting she threw her head back with laughter, thinking back to their game nights, “Yeah, your right,” she agreed happily.

Joy, she felt absolute joy... happiness. She felt acceptance and love...all the lovely things that made the small moments of ache worthwhile.

(f/n)’s finger twitched, a small groan coming out from her.

‘The thing I want to see again,’ She thought to herself. ‘ What I want to protect...What makes me happy...’

‘ It hasn’t happened yet, we're not there... not yet.’ She reminded herself. It wasn’t just because it was her mission that she had been so driven. It was the significance of it, the gain.

At first, she did it all for the first avenger, wanting nothing more than to see him happy, to help her friend get back the last missing piece of his life. Because he deserved that joy.

But then, the more she chased after Barnes, the more she learned about him, the more she began to think of him as a person. She then invested more of herself, finding herself feeling more than just sympathy for her friend, almost like she had been someone who had known Bucky herself... like she owed it to the man to make the effort for him.

He had become someone important and not simply just an objective.

She had begun to care for him, feeling pain at knowing the things he’d been subjugated to, making her grow desperate to make him remember who he was...

‘I can’t give in yet,’ She reminded herself, her (e/c) eyes hardening as they gazed forward, ‘This is for you... To help you... to save you, friend.’

She thought of all the beautiful moments they could live together, the smiling blonde as he held the man that was practically his brother near him, for once truly happy...

And that’s what she envisioned, what made her push forward. That was what she fought for, what made her get up, rising to her feet, and before she could register it, she was already moving forward. She chucked away her fear, the fear she had of failing... the fear she had of lady death...the fear she had of the winter soldier.

And she focused on Bucky, the person who it all had become about.

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