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[stuckonjbbarnes]

Hail to the King

A/N: This is for Meg’s Challenge. I hope you like it. It’s a drabble. That’s really all.

Word Count: 544

Warnings: I mean...it’s sorta steamy but you have to squint.

Pairing: Steve x OC (DAISY)

Prompt: I’m gonna finish him like a cheesecake.

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"Oh no you don't!" Daisy nudges Clint's drumstick away from her plastic guitar.

"What is this?!" Steve asks, wincing at the level of music blasting from the TV.

"Sweet sweet music." Tony responds from his seat on the arm of the couch.

"Hail to the King, my love." Daisy responds, without removing her eyes from the screen and leaning out of Clint's range as he attempts to distract her again.

"Is this that Rock Band thing you were talking about?" Steve asks, leaning over the couch to kiss his fiancée on the cheek.

"You wanna play, Mr. Rogers?" Peter asks from beside Tony, "I'm playing the winner but you can go against me after, I'll go easy on ya, Brooklyn."

"No thanks, Queens. I came to steal Daisy for a minute." He laughs when she attempts to kick Clint's fake drums over.

"You gotta steal me right now??" She whines, fingers still tapping away, "I'm kicking his ass."

"It'll take 2 minutes." Steve promises and Daisy hits pause, turning to  glare  at Peter and Tony.

"If either of you take over and lose this for me...you'll wish you never met me."

Daisy retreats from the couch and links hands with Steve, walking down the hall a little ways. He stops her and pulls her in for a quick peck on the lips before pulling a velvet box from his pocket.

“Are you proposing again?!” Daisy giggles, looking at her empty ring finger and back up to Steve.

“You already accepted...I mean, unless you want me to ask again. But that didn’t go so well the first time. But maybe after 3 months, it’ll go better?” He’s rambling.

“You’re such a goof.” She smiles, taking the box from him, “I’m glad they finally got the resizing done. I was afraid I’d have to keep shutting random strangers down.”

“Random strangers?”

“Oh yeah...the line down the block has been endless. Everyone wants a piece of–

“You’re mine.” Steve lightly pushes her against the wall, towering her and the flicker of possessiveness makes the air around them thick.

“How could I ever forget?” She laughs softly and Steve pulls back slipping her ring back on. “Is there anything else you needed?”

“I mean there could be something else.” He suggests.

“Tempting. Let me finish this game and you can steal me permanently.”

“Are you gonna let him win?”

“Never. We take no prisoners!” Daisy frowns and Steve can’t help but kiss her pouty expression away, “Hey! None of that...stop distracting me.”

“Hurry up.” His voice is thick and she winks, knowing how impatient he can be.

"I'm gonna finish him like a cheesecake!" She vows, looking over her shoulder towards the guys.

"You don't even like cheesecake, sweetheart." Steve smirks, tucking Daisy's hair behind her ears.

"Exactly, I'm gonna take him out like the garbage drummer he is!" She grins, speaking a little louder.

"Hey! I can hear you."

"I was wondering how long the range on your hearing aids was. I'm glad you heard that cause you're about to lose!"

"Not if Peter hops in." Clint yells back.

"My love...I gotta go show these boys what a winner looks like." Daisy huffs, kissing his cheek quickly and runs back to the couch, picking up the guitar. 

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[godofplumsandthunder]

Beach Days - Thor Drabble

Pairings: Thor x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: This was written for @sebbbystaaan​ writing challenge (also happy b-day!) My prompt was the song “Summer Nights” from Grease, and with everything going on in the world, I just wanted some fluffy dad!Thor vibes right now. 

Thor never had the opportunity to go to the beach. Between the adventures his father sent him on, Ragnarok, Thanos, and the two snaps, Thor didn't really have free time. But now that Thanos was defeated for good and the universe was at rest, Thor had time to go to the beach with his two best girls.

“Mama, Dada! Hurry up! We got to get a good spot!” You hear your over-excited 7-year-old daughter, Ellie Frigga Odinson, yell. You laughed at your daughter’s excitement and energy. An energy that is only met by her father’s. 

“We’re coming Ellie, but we have to get the stuff out of the car. Can you go help daddy?” She comes bouncing back to the car to carry a beach ball and a few towels. Today’s one of the first days in a few months that you and Thor have been free. And the moment you were free, you both knew that it was time for a family vacation. Your daughter and Thor both begged you into taking a trip to the beach. How were you supposed to say no to their puppy dog eyes? But the stress of planning a trip, and dealing with the rest of the people was worth it when you saw how happy your daughter was. 

“Come on daddy, We have to build the best sandcastle. Then we have to swim, and find seashells.” Ellie dramatically recounted her list of crucial things that just had to be done. 

“We will do every single one of those, princess. What do you want to do first?” Thor responds while swinging his daughter on his arm. 

“Sandcastles!” Was all that Ellie could manage while hanging from Thor’s arms. 

True to Thor’s word, every single thing on Ellie’s list was done. It was a day filled with laughter, giggles, and happiness. You made sandcastles galore, swam and splashed around, and collected more than your fair share of seashells. All in all, it was a great family outing. 

Driving back home, with Ellie sound asleep in the back seat, Thor turns to you. “Y/N, I thought after losing my family, my planet, and then failing the universe by letting Thanos win, I would never be happy again. But, I was wrong. I have everything I’ve ever needed right here.” You look back at your daughter, and then back to your husband, realizing that all of the pain you went through was worth it. You had your own little slice of heaven right here.

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[pinnedandneedled]

I’m Sick of My Face and Yours Most Definitely Isn’t Helping- Part One

This is my first story, and part one of my submission for @sebbbystaaan ‘​s 500 follower challenge.

Bucky x Reader 

Warnings: Swearing. Warnings change for each part. Except for swearing. Swearing will always be there.

My prompt was, “It’s the first time I’ve seen you look ugly. And that makes me happy.” from Bridesmaids. It will be in bold when I use it.

“Tony,” Steve starts uncomfortably.

“This is a terrible idea.” He says, looking at the stubborn man.

“Yup. But it’s our only option. Good luck telling him.”

He pats Steve on the shoulder and all but runs from the room. Steve groans, rubbing his forehead. This was not going to go over well.

“Bucky, we need to talk.”

“Holy shit, are you pregnant?”

A look of alarm overtakes Bucky’s features. He’s not ready to be-

“S- wait, what?! No! What gave you that crazy idea?”

“Well,” Bucky starts, a newfound calmness and studious look on his face, “in fanfiction that’s what female readers generally start with when telling their love interest that they’re pregnant.”

Steve blanches, his original objective forgotten and replaced with concern for his friend’s interests and mental state.

“Okay, we’ll address how you know that later. But before we continue- I’m a man! There’s no way I could be pregnant!”

“You never know, Stevie. Who knows what your serum did to you.”

As if having an epiphany, Bucky begins looking around wildly. 

“This is starting to sound like a Stucky fic- it’s not, I promise you!”

Steve’s concern intensifies.

“What the hell are you talking about, Buck, and to who? Also, what the hell is Stucky and what does it have to do with this situation?”

Bucky turns to look at his blond friend, a gentle smile on his face.

“Oh, Stevie. You innocent child.”

After that... interesting exchange, Steve goes into “Captain Mode,” as it is often called. Bucky takes note of this immediately and straightens up.

“Now, the reason I called you in here is because Tony found someone who he believes is tied to HYDRA.”

After that word leaves Steve’s mouth a grimace forms on Bucky’s face. HYDRA has always elicited this reaction from the brunet, and Steve knew he was about to make things even worse- albeit in a different way.

“The man’s name is Liam Smith. He’s a director and producer for no popular films. Now, upon hearing his name you’d think, ‘wow, that guy has the most common first name for a male and most common last name in America. He must be a boring character.’ And you’d be right. His file is squeaky clean. Too clean.”

“What got him on Tony’s radar in the first place is his obsession with your look-alike, Sebastian Stan. He’s an actor. You two look and sound exactly the same- if you were to cut your hair, or he grew out his, no one would be able to tell the difference- save the metal arm, of course. Now, normally this would be okay, but Smith has notably talked positively about HYDRA to various media outlets. This could be nothing, but we should treat it as something.”

Bucky understood where the captain was coming from. They can’t take chance with HYDRA. Now all that mattered was figuring out what Steve wants him to do. Upon voicing this question, Steve paled noticeably. 

“Well, Stan is going to be in a new movie he’s filming.”

No.

“So we figured, seeing as you two look alike..”

NO.

“You can take his place and get information that way.”

N-

“You don't have a choice. I’m sorry, Buck, but you really don’t. We can’t chances, and this is the best way to way to get information, and take him down if he is HYDRA.”

Steve gives Bucky his best sympathetic smile, and this sends shivers down Bucky’s spine. There’s more.

“Alright, what’s this movie about?”

“Looks like we’re partners, Barney.”

(Y/n) wears a smirk as she strolls up to the brooding brunet. Bucky glances down, eyeing her with a glower on his face.

“Don’t call me that. And Steve didn't mention anything about partners.”

(Y/n)’s smirk grows.

“I know, Boinky. I decided it for myself. I can’t let you do this alone. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to see it firsthand and laugh at you.”

Bucky lets out a low growl. She’s enjoying this way too much.

“I fucking hate you, you know that? ‘cause I do.”

(Y/n) rolls her eyes, letting out a sigh at his dramatics.

“If you hate me, then why are we dating?”

“That’s a very good ques- ow! Why the hell did you hit me?!”

Shaking her hand after punching her boyfriend in the gut, (Y/n) plainly states, “Because you swore at me. Well, technically not at me, but in reference to me.”

“It’s not my fault I swear this much,” Bucky frowns, “I get it from being around you and your potty mouth.”

(Y/n)’s face twists up at this.

“Did you really just say potty mouth?”

Shaking her head, she puts her hands on her hips and continues.

“Besides, I haven’t swore once. The readers can confirm this.”

Bucky froze stock-still at her words, shuffling nervously.

“...the what?”

Another smirk forms on (Y/n)’s lips.

“You’re too much of a bucket head to understand the intricacies of the multiverse.”

As the last word rolls off her tongue, Bucky stiffens even more.

“..yeah.. I have so many questions..” 

There is a slight tremor in his voice as he says this, making (Y/n)’s (e/c) orbs narrow in suspicion.

“Further proving my point. Anyway, do you remember your role?”

“My role in the mission or my role in the movie? Because I don’t remember shit about “my” character, but I do remember my role in the mission.”

A small sigh leaves (Y/n)’s lips, before curling back into her familiar smirk.

“Well, fun fact- we need to do something about your little look-alike.”

“Wait, why?”

“’Cause we can’t have you both showing up at rehearsals, and we need to get his script. Stark couldn’t get a copy.”

Bucky whips around to look at (Y/n), looking at her like she’d been injected with the G-Virus and grew an eye on her arm.

“Do you know how tightly kept those scripts are?! How do you expect us to get it?”

(Y/n) looks at him with a deadpan stare, her eyes screaming how stupid he is for not figuring it out.

“Were going to find Sebastian, follow him, break into his hotel room, knock him out and then drag his unconscious body into the woods nearby.”

“And leave him there?!”

“No, you dumbass. There should be a safe house there.. should.”

(Y/n) whispered the last part quietly so Bucky wouldn’t hear it. He didn’t.

Bucky nods to himself at her words.

“..so, what are we actually going to do?”

“Exactly what I said.”

“You’re kidding,” Bucky eyes (Y/n), taking note of her stoic expression, “you’re not kidding.”

Turning away from the (h/t), he clenches his fist and looks at the ground in defeat.

“I’m in love with a psychopath.”

Ignoring her boyfriend and his existential crisis, (Y/n) asks FRIDAY for Sebastian’s location.

“Mr. Stan is currently at the Starbucks on [REDACTED] street.”

Nodding to herself, (Y/n) takes on her most common facial expression.

“He has taste. Good. Let’s get moving, babe.”

Resigning to his fate, Bucky nods and begins following behind (Y/n).

“Alright..”

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[shakespeareanqueer]

Forgiveness (One-Shot)

Summary: Maybe after Civil War, Tony calls not Steve, but Bucky. Just maybe.

Word count: 1,530 || Masterlist

Contents: Angst, but it’s not all angst. I might have cursed I don’t remember.

A/N: I finally wrote this one! And I don’t hate it! Back in January, when I listed out my intended fics for Tony Stark Bingo, @athena83​ hopped in my inbox to say this one sounded intriguing and like a fool I said I could have it done by the end of the month. The hubris. Well, it’s here now. And partly because I motivated myself by also including it in @sebbbystaaan​‘s 500 Followers Writing Challenge. My prompt was “You’ve got a friend in me,” which maybe doesn’t totally fit but you know what.

@tonystarkbingo​ - Easy copy/paste info under fic

Photo by Alexander Andrews on Unsplash

What if Tony had picked up that little cellular device? What if he had actually hit call on the sole contact saved in the tiny Motorola flip phone? About a year earlier than he went to in Avengers: Infinity War. Say… some time in 2018.

Tony would not have to be ready to forgive. He could have absolutely no interest whatsoever in speaking to Steve at all. In fact, when Steve answers the phone, breathy and nearly shrill with badly contained nerves and excitement, Tony might just tell him to fuck right off and put the Big Bad Wolf on the phone.

Steve would probably feel a pang of disappointment, but ultimately his heart would just be pounding from the exhilaration of hearing Tony’s voice again. His eyes might water as he hands the phone to Bucky, unable to get the words out to explain who is on the other end, since he is so overwhelmed by a million emotions, the most notable being finally, finally, after so long, a tiny glimmer of hope.

Confused, Bucky’s voice would be gruff and stand-offish as he muttered, “Hello?” into the phone.

“Geez, is that the attitude I get for extending an olive branch?” Tony would snark.

Bucky would freeze, his eyes wide, though of course Tony couldn’t see them. He would glance nervously at Steve before skittering away to the edge of his little yard in Wakanda where Steve was visiting him. He would sit down on a pile of hay and, to calm his nerves, start petting one of the goats with the hand not holding the phone to his ear. Metal or flesh, flesh or metal, it doesn’t matter.

“Anthony?” he would finally murmur.

“James,” Tony would respond softly.

“Bucky,” he would correct.

“Tony.”

A silence would follow.

Finally, Tony would pipe up, “Do you really remember them?”

Bucky would start to answer, maybe get out syllable or two at most, before Tony cut him off.

“I—”

“Because I looked through the files, and it looks like they pureed your brain so often… I’m surprised you have any long-term or even short-term memory left at all.”

Not that Tony would ever know, but Bucky would run his hand down the back of his neck and stare out at the open plane, not really seeing the grass and the animals and, in the farther distance, the trees and the almost imperceivable glimmer of the force field. A slideshow would be flashing through his mind, obscuring his vision. Memories, or so he supposed, from a myriad eras and lifetimes, all jumbled together, most bloody and terrible.

“I don’t know—” Bucky’s voice might crack, barely discernible through the cellular connection, but just audible enough to cause a lump to form in Tony’s throat at the sound of it. “I don’t know what’s a memory and what’s a nightmare. So maybe I remember. I don’t know.”

Another pause would ensue.

Tony would spin in his stool, down in his lab with the lights all off. A reasonable hour in Wakanda for a phone call would be the middle of the night in LA, or New York, or wherever Tony might happen to be. Which is convenient, because Tony would not have slept for several nights prior and this phone call at this hour would have been absolutely necessary to stave off a very imminent mental breakdown.

On a break with Pepper, and Rhodey so busy with Accords business and his own healing, Tony would have felt absolutely, utterly alone and completely helpless. He probably would have resorted to talking to his robots, which he already does even under the best of circumstances. Desperate for human contact of some kind, he might have convinced himself that Dum-E was hounding him to pick up the phone. Maybe Dum-E really was hounding him, constantly fetching him the device or wheeling his stool for him over to the box where it sat. Until finally, finally, after countless restless days and sleepless nights, Tony had given in and called.

Leading everyone to this moment.

“I, um…” Tony would start, trying to break the silence. He would have to clear his throat and internally chastise the tears threatening to fall, commanding them in his mind not to fucking date. Not to fucking dare breach the dam of his eyelids, not to fucking dare stream down his face uncontrolled, not to fucking dare make him seem anything less than strong and capable and imposing to the super-soldier on the other end of the line.

But of course tears, like super-soldiers, are notoriously bad at following orders.

“I just…” Tony would have to start again, after attempting to get his voice, his emotions, his gddamn self under control. “I know what it’s like to be used like a weapon. And I know about mind control. I don’t blame Barton for anything he did for Loki. I even understand regular ol’ manipulation and abuse and… misunderstandings, even. I forgave Wanda a long time ago for trying to kill us, and for hating me in particular.”

None of this would mean a thing to Bucky, all of the tidbits about Tony’s past going right over his head. But he would be able to hear the desperation in the mechanic’s voice, and of course he knows about the importance of catharsis. So he would let him ramble on, let him get it out. Listen patiently while Tony put his heart out on a plate through the phone, all while understanding none of the particulars.

“I understand keeping things from your teammates because you think, or know, they’ll try and stop you. I built Ultron after all,” Tony would continue. “But what I can’t understand—or forgive—is keeping a major secret about the death of the parents of someone you call a friend from them. I just—I don’t—”

“I’ve never understood a single thing Stevie has done in his entire life,” Bucky might interrupt, rasp out with a chuckle he hoped could ease the tension, even by an infinitesimal amount.

Maybe it works. Just a little. The tiniest, littlest bit, really. Just enough that the smallest glimmer of light finds its way through the dark cloud of Tony’s mind, perhaps poetically paralleled by the tiniest shred of light peeking through the narrow, high windows of his basement lab and falling upon his hair like a mini, dusty halo of light. Just enough that through the tears, Tony let out one singular, bark of a chuckle, the closest to laughing he had come in several weeks. And even this small act of catharsis, of release, of letting go, would finally allow sleep to start to weigh down Tony’s eyelids. He would have to enunciate through a yawn, “Anyway…”

Bucky might scratch his beard as something to do with his hand, the goat having skittered away long ago, indifferent to the emotional goings-on of his carer and tired of being pet. “Anyway…” he might repeat, if Tony doesn’t finish his thought right away.

“I forgive you.” Tony might have to blurt the words out, might have to expel them out in a single push of air in order to get them out at all. Another pause might hang in the air, with Bucky terrified of ruining the moment and Tony unsure of where to go from there. His pride would compel him to qualify the forgiveness in some way, not to let it stand unencumbered, but there might simply be no qualification in his heart. He might truly forgive Bucky entirely and completely. No buts.

“But…” Bucky would hold his breath, sure that the entire world was about to come crashing down on him. So used to everything that is good being impermanent, and only the bad sticking around. He would steal himself for the worst.

Only for the qualification to have nothing to do with him. “I can’t forgive Steve.”

Bucky would nod, his longer but neater hair falling gracefully in front of his face, only to realize that Tony could not see this affirmative gesture.

“That’s ok. Just… Thank you.”

“Yeah.”

And then Tony might hang up. Abruptly, so that he could break down and sob in peace and privacy. Bucky might click the phone shut and just stare at it for a while, for so long that Steve finally peeked around the hut out of curiosity and, seeing the phone closed, nervously amble closer to his best friend. Bucky might refuse to share the particulars, merely handing the phone back with the ghost of a smile so fleeting, anyone who knew less of his soul than Steve would have missed it entirely.

Maybe that would have happened. Maybe The Winter Soldier and Iron Man would have shared that moment. Maybe Tony’s therapist would be really fuckin’ proud of him, when he finally stopped blowing him off and got around to telling him. Maybe this would be a stepping stone for Bucky and Tony both to heal, leading eventually to Tony reconciling with Pepper, and then sometime, eventually, way down the line, finally forgiving Steve and getting the band back together.

But then again, maybe not.

TONY STARK BINGO COPY/PASTE TEMPLATE:

Name of Piece - Forgiveness Name of Participant - G (ShakespeareanQueer) Card Number - 3063 Square Number and Prompt - A4 ; Abandonment Issues  Rating - M Pairing - None. Tony Stark & Bucky Barnes, platonic, sort of. Warnings - Angst, but it’s not all angst. The f word. Summary - Maybe after Civil War, Tony calls not Steve, but Bucky. Just maybe.

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[angelssweetss]

Candy Coated / b.b. / series summary

Summary -> Bucky Barnes knew and accepted a few things that had happened in his life. His frenemy, Sam Wilson, was the new Captain America. Tony Stark gave his life so everyone on Earth could live out theirs, which left the world heartbroken. Natasha Romanoff had given her life for the Soul Stone, and Bucky as well as Clint felt the loss personally. Steve Rogers had left the current time to go live out his final days with Peggy Carter, and Bucky couldn’t even be upset about it honestly. The current Avengers team was a hodgepodge that Bucky held close to his heart, but Bucky had never anticipated you.

You were all things soft and warm, even if you ate more candy than a trick-or-treater, and even if Bucky wasn’t sure if you ever ate vegetables. You’d easily been accepted by his friends, easily wormed your way into Morgan Stark’s heart, and somehow made your way into his. There was just something about you that he enjoyed, even if he couldn’t put his finger exactly on it.

Bucky liked it though, he liked you. You, the pretty little rookie who eats jars of marshmallow fluff for breakfast. You, the pretty little rookie with a blue raspberry stained tongue. You, the pretty little rookie with soft eyes and candy coated fingers, who managed to somehow steal his heart.

God, if only Steve could see him now.

Pairing -> Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings -> Mild Cursing, Canon level violence, Fluff, Mild Angst (see individual chapters for their chapter specific warnings)

A/N -> Reader is referred to as “Rookie” throughout most of this series. Reader is also enhanced and is mildly addicted to sugar (this gets explained later).

A/N -> Written specifically for @sebbbystaaan ’ s 500 follower writing challenge, my prompt being #7 in the movie quote list. “One thing this job as taught me over the years: DON’T EAT THE FUCKING CANDY!” Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters. Congratulations again doll!!!

So looking forward to writing this series! Hope you all enjoy! <3

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[stuckonjbbarnes]

Beyond the Yellow Brick Road {One Shot}

Prequel to Season of the Witch

Warnings: Cursing

Pairing: Sam x Wanda’s Identical Twin!OC (Monroe)

Prompt: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road- Elton John

A/N: This is for @sebbbystaaan​‘s writing challenge! I’m so proud of her forever and always! ALSO I Fucking LOVE the linked version of Goodbye Yellow Brick Road ...As always, enjoy.

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When are you gonna come down? When are you going to land? I should have stayed on the farm. I should have listened to my old man.Maybe you'll get a replacement. There's plenty like me to be found. Mongrels who ain't got a penny, sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground...

Monroe can't help her magic sometimes. It just crackles and fizzles and whatever is nearby ends up floating or charging up with static energy. It all seems to have gotten worse though, when Stark brought the Maximoffs to stay with the Avengers. She can't even do magic without someone saying something to her about it.

"Monroe! Would you relax before you electrocute everyone in this damn tower?!" Steve yells, bursting her concentration bubble and causing her magic to send out a shock wave.

"Sorry! Sorry...it just happens." She looks at him sheepishly and then she hears it. Why can't she be like Wanda and stay out of trouble? She watches Steve's back as he turns and walks away and feels tension wrap around all of her muscles.

"MONROE!" She winces, turning to see Stark walk in. "Why is my coffee machine fried?"

"...well Clint wanted to see how fast it would make coffee  if I gave it an energy boost... But then it sort of exploded. But Clint saved the coffee pot and told me you'd be able t–

Tony holds a hand up, pressing his lips together and letting out a sigh through his nose. He carefully sets the melted machine on the table and backs away. Why can't she be more like her brother and sister? she hears him think and her eyes burn.

“MONROE! Get my cat off the ceiling. WHY WOULD YOU MAKE HER FLOAT?!” Bucky is yelling, pulling along a long leash with Alpine floating, sort of like a balloon.

Monroe does her best not to laugh because, in pure ragdoll fashion, the cat is just laying there floppy like nothing is happening. Bucky fixes her with a glare and she coughs away a giggle.

“I..I’m sorry.” She wills the magic away and luckily Bucky is there because the cat drops like a dead weight into his metal arm. You see him wince and know that Alpine shocked him...in fact both of their hair and fur is on end from the static.

“Monroe...leave me and my daughter alone.” Bucky seethes, What a freak...why is she still here?

"Monroe!" She can't catch a break today and she figures it's about time for her to just lock herself in her room.

"Hey! Monroe!" It's Sam, she knows it's Sam but she can't hear anymore about her screwups today, she just can't.

So goodbye yellow brick road...Where the dogs of society howl. You can't plant me in your penthouse. I'm going back to my plough. Back to the howling old owl in the woods, hunting the horny back toads. Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road.

Ignoring Sam's calls, she trudges back to her rooms and spells the door shut before rummaging around the desk. Acquiring a pen and some paper, she decides to make a change. Wanda and Pietro haven't done anything wrong, since they all got taken in... she’s the black sheep. She feels tears pricking her eyes and she leaves the note for the one person she thought might've been her friend. Up until today that is...

SAM, I'm leaving. Let everyone know that I'm sorry that I'm such a disaster of a person. I can't find my center and I can't control anything that happens. This is easier. Tell my sister and brother I love them and that they're gonna be amazing. But I'm replaceable...just a Wanda stand-in. Thanks for being cool and treating me like a friend. ~ MONROE

Throwing some clothes into a duffel, she stuffs in a few books and candles as well..only the necessities. It was time to go, time to be her own person. Time to find her center and find people that actually wanted her around.

With one last look around, Monroe shrugs on a cardigan and slips out of the tower, into the city. She makes it all of 3 blocks before stopping off in a bar for the night. She’s just ordered and about to down a vodka tonic, when a man approaches and sits right next to her, taking her duffel from her and placing it in his own lap.

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So what do you think you'll do then? I bet that'll shoot down your plane. It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics, to set you on your feet again. You know they can't hold you forever, I didn't sign up with you. I'm not a present for your friends to open. This* girl's too young to be singing the blues.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on, baby girl?” Monroe downs her drink before looking at the man speaking.

“I can’t do this Sam.” She finally speaks, signaling the bartender for another as Sam orders a drink.

“Do what? Sit and talk to me?” He mocks offense and she does her best not to smile.

“This. This hero thing. No one wants a freak that can’t control her powers.”

“None of that, baby girl, you’re not a freak.” Sam murmurs, bringing his glass to his lips.

“I zap everyone.” Monroe frowns, taking another draw from the glass.

“Sometimes we all need a little tingle to remind us we’re alive.” He winks, “Plus you haven’t zapped me yet.”

“I ruin people’s stuff...” She tells him about Tony, being passive aggressive towards her for breaking a coffee machine.

“Tony is a billionaire...he can buy fifty more coffee machines. The real question is, how long did it take to make the coffee?”

“3o seconds.” She half smiles when he lets out a whistle.

“You’re like our very own energizer bunny.” Sam chuckles, gesturing at the bartender for another round. “I’m not hearing any reasons that you shouldn’t be an avenger.”

“I make things float...on accident.”

“Alpine! That was you?!” He’s laughing now, eyes crinkling. “A woman after my own heart. Bucky deserved that one.”

“It’s just...better. If I go.” Monroe shrugs, sobering despite the 3rd glass of alcohol.

“Listen here and listen good, baby girl.” Sam turns to her intently, his knee bumping her own. “They care about you...in their own dumbass ways. Do you know how worried your siblings are? Wanda nearly fried everyone’s brains when I told her you left. Tony and Steve both feel like shit and Bucky...he doesn’t really show emotion for anyone other than Steve. But I think he felt bad.”

“I don’t need them to care...I don’t want them to care.” She frowns, playing with her glass.

“Do you want me to care?” He asks, taking her hand from the glass and offering a small smile. “You still haven’t shocked me.”

That’s when she realizes it. Monroe can’t hear Sam’s thoughts but boy does she feel what he’s thinking, understand exactly what he’s implying. She can feel the thrum of the electric current, under her skin...but she hasn’t shocked him. Nothing is floating. Everything is normal...so unlike Monroe. She does want Sam to care. She’s only ever wanted him to care, since she met him. But it seems her magic has decided she doesn’t just want him to care...her sanity...her survival depends on him caring. Sam is her center, he’s what keeps her grounded.

“Yes.”

So goodbye yellow brick road, where the dogs of society howl. You can't plant me in your penthouse, I'm going back to my plough. Back to the howling old owl in the woods, hunting the horny back toads. Oh I've finally decided my future lies...Beyond the yellow brick road.

When the pair stumble into the common area, everyone jumps up at once. Wanda and Pietro have Monroe pancaked into a sibling group hug. While Tony and Steve are patting Sam’s back. But when the revelry dies down, Sam settles onto the couch and Monroe silently climbs into his lap, leaning against his chest.

“I TOLD YOU SHE WOULDN’T GO FOR STEVE!” She hears Clint yell from beside Nat. “You owe me twenty.”

“FINE! But Tony owes me fifty for even suggesting she’d get with Bucky.” Monroe rolls her eyes and closes them, listening to Sam’s heartbeat. He softly strokes her hair, watching his friends carefully.

"But Sam...SAM and not Steve. That's strange." Pietro mutters.

"I never would've guessed." Wanda adds, finally joining the conversation.

"All of you are idiots. She hates Steve." Bucky laughs and everyone goes silent.

Monroe guesses this new family could be okay. As long as Sam was around to keep her grounded. Not that she wouldn’t keep up the chaos. Somebody had to...but now, she knows she has a place where she truly belongs.

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Candy Coated / Chapter 00

Summary -> Bucky Barnes knew and accepted a few things that had happened in his life. His frenemy, Sam Wilson, was the new Captain America. Tony Stark gave his life so everyone on Earth could live out theirs, which left the world heartbroken. Natasha Romanoff had given her life for the Soul Stone, and Bucky as well as Clint felt the loss personally. Steve Rogers had left the current time to go live out his final days with Peggy Carter, and Bucky couldn’t even be upset about it honestly. The current Avengers team was a hodgepodge that Bucky held close to his heart, but Bucky had never anticipated you. 

You were all things soft and warm, even if you ate more candy than a trick-or-treater, and even if Bucky wasn’t sure if you ever ate vegetables.You’d easily been accepted by his friends, easily wormed your way into Morgan Stark’s heart, and somehow made your way into his. There was just something about you that he enjoyed, even if he couldn’t put his finger exactly on it.

Bucky liked it though, he liked you. You, the pretty little rookie who ate jars of marshmallow fluff for breakfast. You, the pretty little rookie with a blue raspberry stained tongue. You, the pretty little rookie with soft eyes and candy coated fingers, who managed to somehow steal his heart. 

God, if only Steve could see him now.

Pairing -> Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings -> Mild Cursing, Canon level violence, Fluff, Mild Angst (see individual chapters for their chapter specific warnings)

A/N -> Reader is referred to as “Rookie” throughout most of this series. Reader is also enhanced and is mildly addicted to sugar (this gets explained later).

A/N -> Written specifically for @sebbbystaaan​ ‘s 500 follower writing challenge, my prompt being #7 in the movie quote list. “One thing this job has taught me over the years: DON’T EAT THE FUCKING CANDY!” Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters. 

Bucky Barnes had easily decided you were his favorite rookie. Maybe that was biased, but really. You were cute (so cute it should be illegal) and you always made him smile. Cotton candy scented perfume clung to his favorite throw blankets, the amount of pastel nail polish that was located in the compound was atrocious, but you were you. Maybe it was because how you met was still his favorite story to tell.

Sam Wilson had been the first to meet you, which Bucky was only mildly upset about in the grand scheme of things. With a wiggle of candy coated lips and a wink of a glitter coated eyelid, Sam sprouted real wings. Specifically, real falcon wings that were colored with real shades of pastels. They had only lasted for a few hours, thankfully, but when it was all said and done- Sam found your note you’d left scrawled on his bathroom mirror. 

‘ Leave the real wings for the bird hm, Captain? ’

Granted, it had given Sam the push to embrace his Captain America persona, which had been the team’s saving grace. 

Bruce Banner had been the second to meet you, which Bucky honestly didn’t mind. Bucky wasn’t intimidated by Bruce, though he knew you slightly had been. With a twitch of your (adorable) nose and a quirk of sticky fingers, Bruce Banner and the Hulk were separated for a full thirty minutes. Too long, if Bucky was being completely honest with you. Though, to the team’s surprise, Bruce was actually thrilled to be back with the Hulk once they meshed back together. 

Peter Parker and Dr. Stephen Strange were the third and fourth, mainly because of how scared you were for the citizens overseas. With twists of a blue-tinged tongue and bubblegum painted nails, you exposed Quentin Beck for who and what he was. A fraud. You also ultimately saved Peter Parker’s identity from getting out, though Dr. Strange was the only one who knew that fact. 

Bucky was the sixth to meet you, just after you saved Wanda Maximoff (fifth), with a twist of red slurpee tinged lips and fluttery lashes. Bubblegum pink and cotton candy blue magic radiated from your entire body, and the shy smile you sent Bucky caused his entire body to warm. When Wanda later tried to explain it to the rest of the team her exact words had been- “Like sticking your whole body into a candy shop.” 

Which funnily enough, led you to your recruitment day. 

Bucky Barnes honestly, wasn’t the biggest artificial sweets person. He enjoyed dark chocolate and plums, maybe coupled with black coffee. Bucky liked simplistic “real” flavors, yet here you were, cotton candy scented and a straw that led to a pink milkshake clenched between your teeth. Bucky watched as you carefully browsed the shop, your lips twisted upwards as you popped things into the basket that hung in the crook of your arm. Your basket was soon filled with rock candy, pick-n-mix, saltwater taffy, bubblegum, bagged cotton candy, and jars of sweet spreads- much to Bucky’s chagrin. 

Your eyes had met Bucky’s on multiple occasions, to the point where Bucky knew it wasn’t even accidental. You knew who he was and what he was doing there, and you didn’t even seem frightened. No, you seemed thrilled in an odd way. Bucky paid for your sweets, well, the Avengers technically did. Bucky found it in himself to not balk at the ridiculous price, and he followed behind you as you walked outside, that straw never leaving your mouth. 

After a moment of standing on the sidewalk, you turned to Bucky with a shy grin. Bucky felt the breath in his chest stutter, before he thought of what Steve or Sam would say in this instance. The two would make fun of him most likely, being caught up in the appearance of someone so lovely. You let go of the straw with a slight wet sound, and Bucky kept his eyes on you as you tossed the empty cup into a nearby trash can. Your blue-stained tongue flicked out to wet your lips, and Bucky drew in a sharp breath at the action. Bucky watched as you bit your bottom lip slightly, before you let go of it with a tiny pop, your lips quirked upwards as you asked. 

“Where you takin’ me, Sarge?”

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