#starspangledbingo

[holylulusworld]

Face in the crowd (1)

Title: Face in the crowd

Summary: Betrayal is not unknown to you…

Pairing: Detective!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Characters: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes

Rating: Mature

A/N: Y/B/N = your brother’s name

Warnings: angst, lies, betrayal, breakup, Steve being a douche, character’s death, blood, threats

Square Filled: Detective AU for @marvelfluffbingo​​​​​​​​ (marvelfluffbingo2021)

Square Filled: You must miss the good old days huh?” for @star-spangled-bingo​​​ (SSB2021)

Word Count: 2,4 k

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Part 1/2

He used to be my sun, moon, and stars. He used to be my life.

Now he’s just another name I add to the list of people letting me down.

Now he’s just another face in the crowd.

The day Steve Rogers, the love of your life turned his back on you was the day you lost your heart.

It was a normal day. The sun was shining. But the moment Steve stepped inside your bedroom, calling you by your real name, you knew the dream was over.

“I asked you a question,” he said, arms crossed over his wide chest. His eyes, those beautiful and usually soft blue orbs were cold and emotionless. “Did you sneak your way into my heart to spy on us? I never thought you would betray me. YOU out of all the people!”

“Steve, what’s going on? Why are you so mad?” you tried to hide the truth for so long, your true name that you barely remembered your old life.

“You are the daughter of Brooklyn’s most dangerous mafia boss. Did you forget to tell me so? You told me your family is dead,” he mocked, eyes drifting toward the engagement ring around your finger. “You played your role well. I even got you a ring.”

“Steve,” carefully you tried to approach Steve. “That’s in the past. I—I didn’t tell you about my family as they are dead to me. I never wanted to be a part of my father’s business. Steve, I left my family,” you choked on tears. “Do you have the slightest idea how hard it is for me that my family hates me?”

He simply huffed, not believing a single word you had to say. “Save it, liar. I want you gone until I’m back and,” he shook his head, sighing deeply, “leave the ring on the nightstand.”

“Steve, you will not leave until I told you everything. You want to know about my family?” hands on your hips you glared up at Steve. “Fine. I left them. My brother married two months ago without me by his side. We promised to always be there for each other but he turned his back on me for the family business.”

“Maybe you should go back and feed them your lies,” he said. “Go—leave. Here’s no place for you any longer.”

“I got no one,” you cried, grasping for Steve’s hand. “After I left my family to live a normal life I was all alone until I found a family in you. Steve, I love you. I did not sneak my way into your life to get information or trick you. I just didn’t want you to think low about me.”

“Mission failed,” Steve scowled. He ran his fingers over the engagement ring and then, he slid it off your finger. “I won’t tell you twice. You’re lucky I did not arrest you. You have till sunset to leave my home.”

“Oh—okay,” you stepped away from Steve. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gone in a blink,” he slipped the ring into his pocket, ignoring your low wails. “Just tell me one more thing. How’d you find out?”

“My new partner recognized you,” he said, and all fell into place. Sharon despised you the moment Steve introduced you as his girlfriend to his new partner. “She opened my eyes.”

“And your pants, I assume,” you turned around to open the wardrobe. “How long before she tried to get into your pants, Steve? Huh. I bet she already tried to comfort you. I knew she’s the devil in disguise.”

“Says the mobster’s daughter,” Steve all but growled, making you flinch. “You are a criminal, a liar, and just a bad person.”

“I may be my father’s daughter, but I never was like the rest of my family. I never broke the law. I lied, that’s true but,” sniffling you tried to push the tears away, “I did it to get a fresh start. I wanted to have a normal life, friends, and someone loving me.”

“No one will ever love a liar,” he spat into your face, ignoring the tears that ran down your cheeks.

“I believed you are a better man but now I can clearly see, you are just the same as my father and brother. If anyone doesn’t play by your rules, you abandon them,” you gave Steve a cracked smile. “But don’t you worry. I survived losing my family. I will survive losing a man giving a shit on me…”

As time passes the days, weeks, and months filled with dread seemed to blur and blend into one another.

With your secret out in the open, your family tried to get hold of you again. Your father spared no effort to find you. So, you ran and tried to duck your head. 

You didn’t have the time to wail in pain or let the fact Steve abandoned you get to your heart. It was more important to stay alive and hide from your past than to cry over spilled milk. 

It took you a while to find a new place, a sleepy little town to hide. People are kind to you, even opening their hearts to the stranger stuck in their town with a broken car and a shattered heart.

“Do you want a refill?” Macy coos. “You know, leaving town isn’t necessary. Our librarian needs help. My pa needs help with bookkeeping or you can work at the hotel.”

“That’s very kind of you,” still a little shy around new people you try to figure out what to do now. Can you risk settling down in this sleepy town or should you make fast money to repair your car and run for the hills? “I’ll talk to a few people later.”

“Anytime, sweetie,” she gives you a soft smile before returning to make her round, offering coffee and pancakes to the other customers.

“I wish things would be easier for me,” your thoughts drift toward Steve and his friends. People you called family not months ago.

Now you are just another member of the mafia to them. An enemy. A liar. An intruder stealing information and Steve’s heart…

“You okay there, hon?” Macy asks. “If you want to talk about it or him…I’ll be there for you.”

“How do you know it’s about a man?” she shrugs, giving you a knowing look. “He’s in the past. I don’t think there’s anything left to say. He wanted me gone and that’s that…”

“Months of investigations and you found nothing?” Steve grunts. “What is this shit good for if you can’t even find anything about Y/N’s whereabouts.”

“Steve, with all due respect,” Natasha pinches the bridge of her nose whilst Tony tries to not lose his composure, “you chased her away without giving her the chance to prove her innocence.”

“It’s called prejudgment, Detective Rogers,” Tony types away on his keyboard, tries to find any trace of you on the internet. “She knows how to disappear. Her bank account is untouched, and her car is still in the parking lot close to your house. She grabbed her shit and just ran.”

“I wonder if she made it out alive,” Bucky watches his best friend and former partner’s face fall. “If only you listened to Y/N. Everyone knew she left her family and that her father is out for blood since then. Hell, she could be already dead.”

“Do you think I don’t know that Buck?” Steve throws a chair into the wall next to Bucky. “I—we,” he sighs, shaking his head. “I thought Sharon means well and that she’s a relatable source. I didn’t think she only tried to get rid of Y/N.”

“Who would’ve thought Sharon works for Y/N’s father—huh? I wonder if she gave you a blow job while feeding you lies,” the red-head hisses. “Y/N was the best thing ever happening to you. I can’t believe you didn’t fill us in before it was too late.”

“This had nothing to do with our job but my relationship. Sharon had a point. Y/N lied to me from the very beginning. She’s a mafia boss's daughter, Natasha.”

“And? We all have a dark past,” Bucky interjects. “People are still afraid of me. I needed years to win our team's trust.”

“This is—” Steve plops down onto one of the chairs. “You’re right. I let Sharon’s lies cloud my judgment. I should’ve talked to Y/N, not judge her.”

“Agreed,” Tony looks up from the monitor. “If you are done fighting we can try to save Y/N’s life. According to my information, her father found her. Luckily, I hacked into his accounts. We got her position too. Let’s hope we arrive before they do…”

“You must miss the good old days huh?” you walk backward, try to bring space between you and your brother. “Why else would you come here? It’s been years.”

“If not for father, you would be dead by now. He wants to make an example of you. I think you’ll not like what lies ahead, sister dearest,” your brother’s eyes are cold and lack emotions. You barely recognize your beloved brother anymore.

“What has he done to you? You used to be a kind man. How can you come here and threaten your sister? Why would you do such a thing?”

“Silence,” you flinch at his outburst. He aims a gun at your head, smirking darkly. “You will not find forgiveness, sister. All that lies ahead is pain and redemption. If you are lucky enough, you’ll survive. If not,” he shrugs, “not a big loss…”

“Y/B/N, I’m so sorry you lost your way,” whispering the words you take another step backward, and another until you reach the door. “I wish you didn’t stay. I wanted you to come with me.”

“I’m not a traitor!” he yells, making you backpaddle, back hitting the wall next to the door. “If you want to survive this day, stop right there. If you try to open that door, you will die.”

“You’re still my baby brother,” you sniff. “I introduced you to your wife. None other but me saved you from the bullies at school. It was always you and me against the world, Y/B/N.”

“I’m not your brother anymore but the next head of our father’s empire,” your brother smirks darkly. “Thank you for running away. This way I did not have to kill you to take over the empire.”

“H-how could you even think about such a thing?” closing your eyes you release a shuddery breath. You give in to fate. There is nothing you can do but wait for your end. “Just do it. Whatever father planned, is far worse than a bullet to my brain.”

“As you wish,” right when your brother aims his gun to end your life, he drops to the floor, coughing, spitting blood onto your floor. “Fuck…”

“Y/B/N?” falling to your knees you crawl toward your brother to check on his pulse. “What? How?” the door bursting open to reveal Bucky and Steve, answers your question.

“Steve, get the girl. There is a sharpshooter on the roof,” Bucky yells, pushing Steve down. “Stay down, man. Shit—”

“Y/N,” panicked Steve robs toward you to check on you. He’s cupping your face, looking you all over. “Fuck, you are alright.”

“He—my brother,” you cry, forgetting he tried to kill you not moments ago. “He came to kill me and then…”

“There is a sharpshooter on the roof opposite your apartment. You need to stay down, okay,” nodding you press your hand to your brother's throat, try anything to stop the bleeding but it’s a lost cause.  “Doll, look at me.”

“I need to…my brother…”

“Steve, I’ll call Wilson and Barton. Maybe they can get rid of that bastard,” Bucky grunts, struggling to get his phone out. “Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ve got this…”

“Looks like the sharpshooter was sent to make sure her brother doesn’t kill her. Her father wanted her alive Steve. That bastard said he wanted her to learn a lesson,” Bucky whispers in Steve’s ear. “You don’t want to know what else he planned.”

“Seems like we came just in time,” Steve turns his attention toward you. “Doll, you need to eat something. Come on.”

“Why would my father do this?” you wipe a few tears off your cheek. “He sent my brother to bring me back and then, he kills him? This doesn’t make sense.”

“I can’t tell you why,” he sits next to you to look you all over once again. “According to Tony’s information, you’ve got an elder brother.”

“I know,” you sniffle. “His name is Brock. My father had an affair years ago. Brock was born before me. We knew about him, but father said he’ll not take over the empire. He always wanted me to become the next head of the empire.”

“Things change,” Bucky offers. “Since you’ve been gone, Brock did all the dirty work. He proved his worth to your father. I guess your father changed his mind. Brock Rumlow is a killer, born to slice his way through the world and burn everything on his way.”

“My father would like such a man,” voice cracking you look at Bucky. “He sacrificed Y/B/N to show me what he’s capable of. I just don’t get why he did not kill me first.”

“Your brother acted against your father’s strict orders,” Steve runs his hand over your hair, sighing as you try to pull away. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Why? I’m just a liar, a traitor, and someone using you to their advantage,” you huff. “If we are done here, I’d like to go home.”

“Doll, you can’t go back. Your father knows where you are.”

“That doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore,” you close your eyes, chuckling humorlessly. “He will find me anywhere. I’m already dead, Detective.”

“She refuses to talk to me Buck,” Steve watches you sleep on his bed. You fought tooth and nails to leave his house. “I had to talk her into staying the night to make sure no one else gets hurt. Tomorrow is another day…”

“Nat and Barton got her stuff. I think it’s for the best she stays here. Carter didn’t know about your house out here, only your apartment. This is the safest place for her now,” Sam glances at you on Steve’s bed. “Do you want me to talk to her?”

“I’ve got this. Find Rumlow and her father. Bring them down,” he looks at you, hoping you will agree to talk to him in the morning. “I will protect her at all costs…”

>> Part 2

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[steves-on-a-plane]

I'll Be There For You

For @star-spangled-bingo 2021

Pairing: None Cast Of Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers & Rogers Daughter!Reader Warnings: Mild swearing, bit of teenaged angst from Reader Words: 2399 Squares Filled: Dad/Daughter Dance Summary: Reader is Steve Rogers' twelve year old daughter who has been left in the care of her two "Uncles" Sam and Bucky. Reader confesses to Sam & Bucky that she feels like she plays second figure to "Captain America" on her dad's priority list. Her uncles do their best to assure her this isn't the case and of course Steve Rogers swoops in at the last minute to save the day.

You opened the window, closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. You didn’t care that the wind swirling around outside was causing small pools of water on the sill as fat droplets made their way in side. You didn’t care that the air was thick and the sky was a chalky grey. It was raining and you loved the rain. Rain was cleansing. Rain meant that old things were being washed away and new things would grow in their place. Rain was comforting.

The apartment you lived in with your father was the opposite. The building was old and every other floorboard seemed to creak or crack. The windows rattled and no matter how much the two of tried to keep things clean, there seemed to be a perpetual layer of dust that settled over everything. It was somehow stuff and drafty at the same time. You want to be outside where the rain was, not stuck inside with your two babysitters.

“[Y/N], what the hell are you doing?” Your Uncle Bucky demanded as he entered the living room. He pulled down the sash, effectively closing the window and keeping the beautiful rain scents out.

“Buck, you shouldn’t say hell to kids. You shouldn’t swear at kids. Steve would have a fit if he heard you.” Uncle Same chastised as he followed into the room.

“[Y/n]’s not a kid, she’s twelve. That’s practically thirteen. She’s basically a teenager.” Bucky pointed out. “Besides it’s not like hell is a gateway swear. You think if she hears me say hell then it’s a matter of time before she moves on to some real swear like…"

“I’m going to stop you right there.” Sam interrupted. “I don’t see a scenario where that sentence doesn’t end in a word Steve is comfortable with [Y/N] hearing.”

“Uncle Sam you do know that I’ve been around Tony Stark before, right?” You asked. “And believe it or not the Avenger who swears the most is Dr. Banner.”

“That still doesn’t mean your Uncle Bucky needs to help you pick up any bad habits.” Sam then noticed the water on the windowsill dripping down onto Steve’s hardwood floor. “Where did all that water come from?”

“Little Rogers had the window open.” Bucky nodded at you. “She had half her torso sticking out a fifth floor window.” He shook his head. “I’ll go get a towel.”

“Were you really hanging out the window?” Sam asked as Bucky stepped out into the hall. He knew Uncle Bucky had the tendency to overreact. Not that he could blame the guy, you were the only kid Bucky ever spent more than five minutes with.

“No.” You answered, but the truth was you couldn’t be certain. “I don’t know, maybe.” You added.

“YES!” Bucky shouted from the linen closet, still out of sight.

“You know that’s dangerous, don’t you [Y/N]?” Sam reminded you.

“Yeah, but…” You tried to defend yourself.

“Yeah but do you think Uncle Sam or I want to have to call your Dad and tell him that you fell out the window when we were supposed to be taking care of you?” Bucky handed you the towel and motioned for you to start moping up your mess.

“Weren’t you the one who was just saying I’m practically a teenager?” You sighed. You then mumbled to yourself, “Besides, maybe if I fell out of the window he’d actually pay attention to me.” Sam and Bucky exchanged a look of confusion behind your back.

“What do you mean by that?” Sam probed. He wasn’t accusatory. His tone was soft, he waited for you to answer.

“He’s not here right now is he?” You tossed the sopping towel in your hands to the ground and turned to face them. “Lots of kids have parents who go away for work so I know I’m not that special okay? But I can’t help but wish he was home more. Even when he’s not away on missions he’s still in his office taking calls or filing reports or zoom meetings! It sucks!” You threw yourself down into a nearby armchair. You ignored the smirk from Bucky and the incredulous look from Sam as you swore. “Even when he tries to do things with me…Like last week, he wanted to take me out for ice cream. We didn’t even make it a block from the apartment before he was getting hounded for photos and autographs. I love my dad, but I hate Captain America.”

Sam and Bucky exchange another look. This time both their expressions seemed to say, “What do we do now?”

“It’s okay, you can say it.” You sighed, looking down at your feet rather than at either of them.

“Say what, Kid?” Bucky used the most affectionate nickname he could muster and he sat beside you on the couch.

“That it’s a really selfish thing to say and that Captain America does a lot of good and sharing dad with the Greater Good is a sacrifice I should be happy to make. You can’t think any worse of me then I already do.” You assured them, still not daring to make eye contact with either one of them.

“I don’t think that at all.” Bucky told you. You certainly weren’t expect that. You looked over at him. “I hate Captain America too sometimes.”

“You do?” You felt your eyebrows knit together. Uncle Bucky had been your dad’s best friend practically their entire lives.

“Of course. Steve Rogers is my best friend.” Bucky said. “But Steve Rogers is a skinny little thing who’s allergic to everything under the sun, and couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag.” His description brought forward in your mind pictures you’d seen of you dad before the serum. Seeimg him like that always made you giggle. “Now Captain America, He’s a big beefy guy, he likes running and motocyles, thinks he’s so cool.” Bucky wrinkled his face in disgust. “You know what helps me, on my days when I’m really ticked off at Captain America?”

“What?” You inched a little closer to Bucky as if he were whispering a secret.

“I have to remind myself that some days, your dad hates Captain America too.” You opened your mouth to disagree, but Sam jumped in. He sat on the other end of the couch, joining the conversation.

“Remember that story you were telling us during dinner, that one friend you have…?” Sam reminded you.

“Jennifer.” You supplied.

“Right.” Sam nodded. “Remember how you said Jennifer’s mom told her that drawing is a waste of time so now even though Jennifer really loves to paint and draw she doesn’t bring her projects home from art class any more? This is kind of like that.”

“Riiight.” Bucky agreed unsure if your friend’s interest in art was the same as the point he was trying to make, but he’d give Wilson an A for effort.

“It’s the same thing.” Sam insisted. “Jennifer is comfortable sharing her art work with you, because she knows you support her. There are thinks your dad with share with us that Captain America might not share with the world.”

“Right.” Bucky nodded enthusiastically this time. “Like that magazine that published an Apple Pie recipe last month as ‘Captain America’s Signature Apple Pie.’ You and I both know your dad’s never made an apple pie in his life. He doesn’t even like apple pie that much.” You smiled again remembering the rant Uncle Bucky had gone on when he saw the magazine in the grocery store.

“You said your cat could probably make a better pie that dad.” You reminded him.

“And I still think that.” Buck assured you. “Our point, [Y/N], is that it’s okay to not be okay all of the time. It’s okay to feel like your dad and Captain America are two different people sometimes. But you have to talk about you are feeling. You have to tell your dad, Uncle Sam, me or someone else , because if you don’t you’re never going to feel better about it.”

“I mean I guess I feel a little better already.” You shrugged. “But I’m afraid to bother any one with my stuff. You guys are busy. Let me guess this is the part where you both say you’re never too busy for me?” You rolled your eyes. “Dad says that all the time, but he’s on a mission and not at the father daughter dance with me tonight. I’m sorry about the window.” You said getting to your feet. You picked up the towel from where you’d discarded it earlier.

“Father daughter dance?” Bucky mouthed to Sam behind your back. Sam shrugged in response. “Fix it!” Bucky replied.

“How?” Sam mouthed back. It was Bucky’s turn to shrug.

“I think I got most of the water.” You said, facing them again. “I’ll throw this thing in the hamper and then I think I’ll call it a night. Thanks for listening to me b-complain for a bit.” You decided not to chance swearing again in front of Uncle Sam.

“Bed?” Bucky jumped to his feet. “It’s not even five yet.” He glanced at his watch to confirm. “We should do something…”

“That’s fine, I think I just want to be alone for now. I’m sure dad will still be gone tomorrow. We can do something then.” You and your dripping wet towel started to make your way towards your bedroom.

“[Y/N], wait.” Sam also got to his feet. “Maybe Uncle Bucky and I could take you to your father daughter dance. I know it’s not the same because we’re not your dad, but other kids probably go with uncles or…”

“Jennifer’s moms are both taking her.” You smirked. “And I am the only one of my friends who wasn’t going. It could be fun.”

“What time’s the dance start?” Bucky asked. “Seven? Eight?”

“Seven, but I don’t have anything to wear. Everyone else was planning on dressing up.” You pointed out.

“If we leave now, I’m sure we can still find you something nice.” Sam suggested. “Maybe we can find a salon to do your hair.” He remembered how much his sister used to love getting her hair done special for dances when they were younger.

“What about the rain?” You bit your lip. You could tell they were really trying to make this work.

“You were about to climb out that window before I got in the room.” Bucky laughed. “I didn’t think a little rain would slow you down.”

“Okay.” You agreed. “Okay. Father-Daughter-Uncle Dance it is.”

“I’ll get my car keys. You put your shoes on and get a jacket. Last thing I need is you getting sick.” Sam instructed.

Two and a half hours later, Sam parked his car in the parking lot of your school. The dance was being held in the gymnasium. Miraculously, he had found a hair salon that was still open and willing to style your hair for the event. Apparently, a lot of parents in the neighborhood were taking their kids for cuts or styles in preparation of the big event. While you were in the salon, Bucky darted in and out of shops trying to find the right dress. He was on video chat with you or Sam the entire time and eventually the three of you settled on a pale pink dress with layers and layers of tule for the skirt. It had a shimmering silk sash that Uncle Bucky had tied into a perfect pink bow and the sleeves were flowy but not heavy. You felt like a princess.

“We’re late.” You frowned. “Do you think that matters?”

“Haven’t you ever been fashionably late before?” Bucky asked, opening the car door for you. He held a large umbrella in his hands so that neither of you would get wet. You noticed the rain had slowed down considerably since earlier.

Bucky and Sam had done their best to look put together for you. Uncle Bucky borrowed a pair of your dad’s old khaki pants and a charcoal grey button up shirt he hardly ever wore. You didn’t know where he’d found suspenders, but suspected they were your fathers too. Uncle Sam went for a more casual look wearing his cleanest pair of jeans and a maroon polo. When you entered the school gym, your homeroom teacher Mr. Jenson was selling and collecting tickets.

“Ah, [Y/N] Rogers. Who are your escorts this evening?” He asked while Sam paid for the tickets.

“These are my two Uncles.” You introduced them.

“It’s a pleasure to meet both of you.” Mr. Jenson smiled. “Enjoy the dance.”

For the most part you did. There were all sorts of desserts available. Bucky helped you taste test every single one before you both agreed the chocolate cupcakes were the best. You felt a sense of pride when one of the boys in your class tried asking Sam about his Falcon costume and he explained he was at the dance on official Uncle business. They’d have to save the Falcon talk for another time. You introduced them to all of your friends and told everyone how amazing it was that they’d put everything together so last minute for you. Both Sam and Bucky took turns making sure you got in as many dances as possible. What had started as a boring afternoon had turned into a pretty good night.

“I think I’m ready for bed.” You yawned as you sat down next to Sam. The night had begun to wind down and you were getting tired.

“One more dance and then we’ll head up.” Bucky told you.

“Uncle Bucky I don’t know if I’ve got one more dance in me.” You yawned again.

“Too tired to dance with your old man even?” A familiar voice asked from behind you. You pivoted in your seat to see your dad standing behind you. He was dressed in his best suit, your favorite navy blue one, and held a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand.

“Dad!” You jumped to your feet and hugged him.

“You didn’t think I’d miss the chance to dance with my best girl, did ya?” You Dad asked. You took the flowers he offer you and placed them on the table between Sam and Bucky.

“Thank you.” You whispered to both of them before following your dad out to the dance floor.

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

Better Late Than Never

Characters: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff

Word Count: 2.4k 

Warnings: angst, fluff at the end, reunion

Request by anon: Hi there!! Just curious, would you ever make a one shot to the avengers reunion for your story pick a side?

Summary: After years apart from your dad, you come face to face with him. Will he hate you for leaving? Will he resent you even more? Or will he accept you back into his life?

sam’s wings for @star-spangled-bingo

tears of joy for @foundfamilybingo

Part One

Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

You’re good at your job, but you’re not that good. You take after your father--working on things building big projects, and always innovating new ideas. You’re not as good as he is, but you try to do your best. Sam managed to break his wings, so you tried fixing it on your own. He gave you enough time to come up with a plan and execute it, but as soon as that time was up, he needed to move on to someone slightly better than you.

After all, you have the Captain America serum in your body, so you’re more useful out in the field than behind a welding mask. Sam needed an expert to fix his wings, and you were slightly offended that it wasn’t going to be you. All he said is that he found someone to do the job, but he never said who. Even Steve, Wanda, and Natasha were very quiet about it, but you kind of brushed it off.

“Give me another chance, okay? I think I can fix it,” you beg Sam as you follow him around the Quinjet.

“Major, you’ve done enough,” he laughs.

“My name is Y/N,” you pout.

“You’re just below Cap. You’re Major.”

“Fine, but you need to give me another chance. I have a better understanding of it now!”

“No.”

You don’t take no for an answer and head over to his wings that are on the table in the middle of the jet. You whip off the blanket that is covering them only to have him drag it back on.

“Sam!”

“I said no. I found a guy.”

“Steve!”

“Y/N, I love you, but you’re a crappy welder and an even more crappy engineer.”

“Language,” you gasp teasingly, and he rolls his eyes slightly.

“We’re approaching our destination,” Natasha calls from the driver’s seat.

“Where are we going?” you ask and bounce to the window.

“Y/N, wait--”

Steve’s warning is cut off when you reach the window. The clouds clear to reveal the new Avengers facility that your dad had built in upstate New York. Your blood runs cold and you freeze in your spot at the thought of running into him. It’s been three years since you two last saw each other--after he made no moe to contact you. The last thing you heard from him was him accusing you of picking Steve’s side because you were “fucking” him.

He’s never made any effort to call you after you left with Steve.

“Y/N, we were going to tell you, but he’s the only one who can fix this,” Steve whispers.

You hear him, but your brain doesn’t register the words that are coming out of his mouth. All you can think about was the fight that happened at the airport in Germany. When you got in line with Steve and his team, your dad gave you the coldest look you’ve ever seen. He was so angry at you for not picking his side that he didn’t care why you did it or what you believed in. All he saw was betrayal, and all you saw was hatred and disappointment.

When the fight started, he tried his best not to fight you because even though he was mad, he didn’t know if he could hurt you. Then, the unthinkable happened. Steve and Bucky were racing to the jet to get to the place where the other winter soldiers were when you stood between them and your dad. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he couldn’t let them get away.

He ended up hurting you in more ways than just physical. Physically, you only had a bruised stomach and some cuts on your face. However, emotionally, there was a gaping hole left in your chest. Your dad saw the damage he did to you and he just left without another word or a glance in your direction. He just took off, and that was the last time you ever saw him.

The months rolled by, and you thought he was going to call you, but he never did. Those months turned to years, and you lost all hope of seeing your dad. It crossed your mind that you should be the one to go after him, but he hurt you a lot more than you hurt him. You couldn’t put yourself through that embarrassment and torture of seeing how you made him disappointed by coming back.

So, you never did.

Fighting with Steve made you happy--at least, that’s what you tell yourself. In reality, it provided you with a distraction long enough to keep thoughts of your dad out of your mind. Then, when the distraction subsided, Steve had already found another case to be on. It’s been a few years, and you’ve been everything related to misery. You miss him so much, but he clearly doesn’t miss you. So, seeing his new Avengers facility brought all those unwanted feelings back to the surface--the ones you tried so hard burying.

“You know, you could have told me,” you sigh and look away from the window.

“I didn’t know how.”

Steve thought about calling Tony plenty of times just to kick his ass into being with you, but he always thought twice about it. You were at a point in your life where you were almost at the peak of getting over it, so he couldn’t possibly let you bring all those feelings back into the light. You were just so sad and you cried almost every night for a long time because all you needed was your dad. He couldn’t give you the comfort you needed, and because there was a small possibility that Tony would reject you once again, he just couldn’t make that call. It breaks his heart to see you so sad.

When Sam’s wings broke, and no one in his group could fix them, he knew that it was time to go see Tony once again. There was no way you would be staying on your own, and he couldn’t think of a good enough reason to keep you away, so you joined them without a hint of where you were going. Ever since the big fight happened, they’ve all been looking at you like you’re going to explode at any given moment. They’ve been hovering to catch you despite you telling them that you’re okay.

But you’re not okay.

How can you just worry everyone like that when there is no fixing it? There is nothing they can do, so why bother them with it in the first place? Everything you’ve ever mashed down inside you started to inflate the minute the Quinjet landed. As soon as the doors opened, you became frozen where you stood. Natasha and Sam left the bird first with his wings in hand, leaving you, Steve, and Wanda left inside.

“I can take away your fear if you want me to,” Wanda whispers.

“No, it’s okay,” you whisper back. “Go on, I’ll be there in a minute.”

All you see is pity on her face, but she leaves your side nonetheless.

“Are you sure you can do this? You don’t have to go in there,” Steve supports.

“I do. He left, not me. I shouldn’t be scared to walk in there, he should be scared that I’m here. Does he know I’m coming?”

“No, I didn’t tell him. I was afraid he would say no to fixing Sam’s wings. Listen, he sounded pretty miserable on the phone. I think he’ll be happy to see you.”

“He was so mad at me,” you remember your last conversation that actually mattered, “like he couldn’t fathom the thought that I would pick your side over his. I just did what I thought was right—I still think that. He always taught me to stand up for what I believe in, and I did just that. I’m just scared he’ll hate me all over again. I don’t think I’ll survive that again.”

“Then stay in here. We’ll be in and out. I promise.”

“I’m sorry,” you sigh sadly.

You look down at the ground just as two tears left your eyes. Steve looks at you, and he just cups your chin with two fingers and lifts your head so you’re staring at him. He wipes the tears away with his thumbs as gently as he can.

“Don’t be. You’re not ready. That’s okay. I have to go inside now, but I promise we will be back before you know it.”

He leans down and kisses you tenderly, keeping it short. The feel of his lips on yours help keep you grounded, and you hold onto that comfort even when he pulls away from you. You keep your eyes closed for a few more minutes as if it would shield you from the fear. If you can’t see your dad’s place, then you’re not really there. However, just as soon as you open them, you miss the comfort from Steve immediately.

Why should you be the one who fears this place? It should be your dad that fears you coming here. He was the one who broke things off with you, so why do you feel like it’s your fault? You’re his daughter, and he is supposed to treat you as such. You’re not one of his friends that pissed him off--he doesn’t get to cut you out of his life like you mean nothing. You’re his fucking daughter; he is supposed to love you no matter what. It’s what a parent does for their children. Yeah, they are supposed to make you mad and get on your nerves, but you don’t get to cut them out of your life like that.

Why should you just stand here while everyone else gets to be inside? Maybe seeing your dad’s new place is giving you the courage you never had. It’s giving you a sense of what’s right and wrong in this situation. Fuck this, you’re not going to wait out here like some scared little girl afraid she is going to get grounded by her dad. You’re an adult, so he can’t punish you anymore--not like this.

You leave the Quinjet and head inside the place, impressed how it turned out. Your dad is an arrogant ass sometimes, but he sure doesn’t know how to build a beautiful building. Jarvis is no longer with your dad, so he had a new system put in place: Friday. The only thing different about her is that she has an Irish accent while Jarvis had a British one. Since your face is known on every server that your dad has, Friday doesn’t announce your presence. Jarvis did that with strangers, and you think that it’s the same thing with Friday.

This place is huge on the inside as much as it is on the outside, but you don’t have any trouble going where you need to go. The main room is close to the entrance of the place, so just as soon as you enter, you hear everyone’s voice come from the room. Despite being angry and pissed at your dad for treating you this way, there is something inside of you--no matter how small--that tells you he is going to hate you when he sees you.

You freeze right before you can turn the corner. The doors are open, so you can hear everything clearly, but you’re completely out of sight. Will he stare at you with disgust and disappointment? Will he yell? Throw you out? Tell you that he never wants to see you again?

“Thanks for doing this, Tony,” Steve says as Sam hands over his wings to the billionaire.

“First time you called in, what, years, and this is what you asked me?” Tony says and glances at Steve.

He noticed immediately that you weren't in the room.

“Is it safe to come home yet?”

“No.”

“Then, yes, it’s what I asked you to do.”

“Where is she?” your dad asks as he inspects the wings.

“Do you care?”

“Do I care? Of course I fucking care, Rogers. How can you ask that?” your dad hisses.

“You haven’t called in, what, years?” Steve throws that comment back in your dad’s face.

“Is she at least here?”

“I’m not going to answer that. What needs to be done is fixing these wings so we can be on our way.”

Tony looks at everyone’s faces and knows immediately what they are saying. You are here, probably on the Quinjet that just flew in, and there is a reason why you’re not coming in. He really fucked up big time. All Tony has ever done for the past few years is regret yelling at you in the first place. All he wants now is his daughter, and you can’t even come inside.

“I’m right here,” you say and reveal yourself.

Hearing your dad ask those questions pushed the doubt to the back of your mind and brought back the courage. Every single person turned to look at you, but you’re only looking at your dad. He seems frozen where he stands, unable to do anything but just look at you. You’re really here no thanks to him. He grips Sam’s wings tightly in his hands, wincing when one of the parts dig into his palm. Feeling that pain brings him back to reality.

He sets the wings on the table right in front of him before marching over to you. You honestly think he is going to yell at you or do something mean, but instead, he just brings you into a tight hug. Your arms immediately wrap around his neck, and you find yourself sinking into his body.

“I missed you so fucing much,” your dad says emotionally.

“I’m so sorry,” you cry into his neck.

He pulls away and makes sure you’re staring into his eyes when he speaks.

“No, you don’t get to be sorry. I’m the one who should be sorry. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled at you or made you feel like what you did was wrong. I’m the one who fucked up. You’re my daughter, and I shouldn’t have ever let you go.”

He brings you back into a hug, and you squeeze him tightly to remind yourself that this is really happening. You look at Steve from over your dad’s shoulder, and he smiles proudly because this is the moment he has been waiting for. This is the moment that should have happened years ago. Well, better late than never is what everyone always says.

You and your dad have grown separately, but it’s time you grow together. You’ve lost precious years without him, and you’re not going to waste another over something stupid like last time.

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Alone Time

Alone Time: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count:  1578

Rating:  E

Square filled: @star-spangled-bingo​ - Home Alone

Warnings:  Smut (M|F, hand jobs, oral sex, vaginal sex)

Synopsis:  Bucky wakes up alone and decides to make the most of his time.  He discovers as much as he enjoys time alone, time with you is much better.

Alone Time

Bucky had woken up alone.  It didn’t happen very often and for a moment he panicked.  He always woke before you.  Always.  In that moment between wake and sleep his mind went to all the terrible things that could have happened to you while he’d been rendered unconscious.

As his rational mind started to kick in, he realized you had gone away last night for one of your friend’s bachelorette party and so, of course, you weren’t here in bed with him.  Unfortunately by the time, his rational mind kicked in his was already out of bed and looking for his pants.

“Aw, hell.” He grumbled and flopped back onto the bed.  He ran his hands through his hair and grabbed the notebook he kept in his bedside table.  He quickly scribbled out a note.

- Today I woke up ready to fight the world because you weren’t here with me. - 

He put the note on your dresser and got up and went to the bathroom.  He figured if he was going to get the whole morning alone he’d make the best of it.  He drew himself a hot bath.  That level of hot that’s maybe borderline dangerous but he couldn’t help but love.  The way it turned his skin bright pink and helped his muscles relax was something he was drawn to.  He looked through your basket of special bath products.  His eyes were drawn to a blue, rocket ship shaped bath bomb and he picked it up and sniffed it.   It was mostly citrus so he threw it into the tub before rummaging through some more of your things.

By the time he was climbing into the colorful and fragrant water he had his hair up in a bun, a mineral mud mask on, and he’d lit some candles and put some music on to play.  He sunk down into the warm water and sighed contentedly.  It was you that had really introduced him to how good a bath could be.  He knew back before he’d taken them, but that was just to get clean.  Your insistence he join you in the tub had grated him originally.  When he’d actually done it though, he realized it might be one of his favorite things to do.

After soaking in the tub until the water was beginning to cool off, he got out, toweled off and washed the mask off his face.  He was in the process of making the bed when his stomach rumbled to let him know that super-soldiers absolutely cannot go this long without eating.  He wrapped his towel around his waist and headed out to the kitchen.

Cooking for one was never as fun as two but he was ravenous, so he planned to go overboard.  He pulled out the flour, salt, eggs, milk, and baking soda and started mixing up a pancake batter.  While he let it rest he put on some bacon to fry.  It was around then that the realisation that hot oil and a bare chest weren't the two most compatible things in the world so he grabbed an apron and tied it on.

When he had the skillet hot and ready for pancake mixture he went to grab the bowl.  The quick turn made the towel around his waist slip and puddle on the floor around his feet. He picked it up and was about to put it back on when he realized that he was home alone.  No one was here to judge him for cooking pancakes with nothing on except an apron.  And had never cooked naked except for an apron before.  With no one here to judge him, now was the time.  He tossed his towel at one of the kitchen chairs and started to cook.

He had three pancakes made, the bacon was mostly done and the eggs were just starting to scramble when the key turned in the lock.

He turned around and saw you stumble through the door.  “Hey babe, just in time.”

“Mmm… that smells good.”  You mumbled.  “I am so tired.”

He turned back to the cooktop and continued making the pancakes and behind him, you started giggling.  “What are you wearing?”

Bucky shrugged.  “An apron.”

You came up behind and circled his arms around his waist, slipping them under the apron, so your bare flesh was pressed against his.  You ran your hands over his stomach and kissed his shoulder.  “This is a good look for you.”

Bucky chuckled.   “Just something I was trying out.”

He flipped two pancakes onto the plate and ladled more mixture onto the pan.  You slid your hands down, tracing over his abdominals and along his Adonis’ belt.  “Mmm… I like it.  More naked house days I say.”

He laughed again as he moved the eggs onto a plate.  “Yeah?  You gonna take your clothes off?”

“That sounds like a good idea,” you said and trailed your fingers up and down the length of his cock.

It twitched in response as the blood started to rush right to it.  “Mmm… maybe keep doing what you’re doing for a bit first.”

You hummed and grazed your teeth down his right shoulder as your fingers wrapped around his shaft.  “You smell so good.  What have you been doing all alone?”

“Whatever I wanted.”  He groaned as his cock hardened in your hand.

You slowly pumped your fist up and down his length.  He closed his eyes for a moment trying to stay focused as sparks coiled up through him.  “Like what, Bucky?”

“Nothing really.  I took a bath.”  He said quickly, opening his eyes again and served up the last of the things cooking.  Turning off the heat and moving things away from it.

“Then you were like, ‘who needs clothes?’”  You asked as you continued to jerk him off.

He brushed your hands away and turned, picking you up and putting you on the countertop.  “I was hungry and I had my towel on.”  He said.

“I’m not complaining.”  You teased, running your hands down his chest.

He grabbed the waistband of your panties and yanked them down, almost pulling you right back off the counter.  You squealed and braced your hands on his shoulders to catch yourself.  “I thought you said you were hungry.”

“I am,”  Bucky said, and crouched down in front of you, ducking under your skirt and plunging his face into your cunt.

“Oh fuck!  Bucky!”  You groaned, laying back over the countertop, and bunching your hands in his hair.  He groaned at the slight tug on his scalp as he used his tongue to lap up your folds.  Your arousal coated his taste buds, heady and tart, and ran down his throat.  He drank it up greedily.  He dug his metal fingers into your thigh and teased his flesh ones over your entrance as he sucked and licked hungrily at your clit.

You moaned and writhed on the bench.  Grabbing your breasts, pulling on his hair, gripping on the countertop.  Bucky could feel how he was affecting you.  The racing of your pulse drummed against his lips as he sucked on your clit.  He thrust two fingers inside of you and curled them, running them over your internal walls.  Your cunt squeezed and fluttered around his digits as he made you fall apart.  Each time your heart skipped, or your breath caught or sped up, he focussed on that thing that had sent you reeling.  His fingers moved over the smooth, spongy surface of your g-spot, again and again as he pressed his lips on your clit and flicked his tongue over it.

Your breath came in shallow and your thighs trembled.  With a sudden cry and arching off the counter you came.  Hard.

Bucky stood again and pulled you up flush against him.  You looked up into his eyes looking a little dazed still as he slowly rolled his hips so the head of his cock slid up and down your folds.

“I'm glad you had fun home alone.”  You hummed as you wrapped your arms around him.

“More fun with you,” he said and kissed you deeply.

As your lips caressed, you ran your hands down to his ass and dug your finger in.  He groaned and pulled back a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk into the wet heat of your cunt.

You mewled into his lips and held him tightly.  Your cunt squeezed and massaged his shaft with every thrust sending jolts through him and making his cock pulse and leak inside you.

He slipped a hand between the two of you and began to rub your clit.  It sent you over and you arched back and cried out as you came, clenching around his cock.

“Fuck,” he grunted, jerking forward and releasing.  His cock pulsed inside you as your cunt spasmed around it.

“Mmm …” you hummed, leaning your forehead against his.  “That was a nice welcome back.”

“You started it,” he teased and kissed the tip of your nose.

He slipped from inside you and you hopped off the counter.  “Okay, we better clean up and then we can eat.  Cause damn did I drink a lot and I barely ate anything.”

“Sounds good,” Bucky said, scooping your panties up off the floor and following you to the bathroom.  “You can tell me all about it.”

As you started to regale him with your antics from last night, Bucky smiled.  It was nice being home alone. But he liked it more when you were there.

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Siren, part 1 : Do you think I'm stuck up 'cause I'm always picking fights?

Summary : Y/N is a mutant, a Siren, the last of her kind, with deadly dangerous powers and a hidden past. If most of the Avengers likes and get along with her, Steve doesn’t, and it’s getting worse when Y/N and Bucky become close. After all what can bring two broken souls together if it’s not a dark past.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings : Language maybe

Word Count : 1 479

Square Filled : @star-spangled-bingo : Nick Fury

@buckybarnesbingo : Free square

Author’s note : I have this story on my WIPs for a little time. I hope that you’ll like it. This story is also my entry for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan ‘s Little Darlin’s Mystery AU Challenge, the prompt I chose is Siren AU. Don’t forget that feedback is appreciated and really important.

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“And this is the main entrance of the facility”, Fury states, showing the doors on the plan of the HYDRA base.

He presses a button and the plan disappears. He grabs two case files and make them slide on the table.

“Y/L/N, Barnes, the both of you are going”, he adds, sending the folders towards us, at each side of the desk.

I open mine, looking at the information printed on the white sheet and then, rise on my feet.

“This doesn’t look too complicated; I can do it by myself.”

“Same, I don’t need a partner, I can do it alone”, Bucky says, before standing up.

“The both of you sit down !”, the SHIELD’s director almost yells, “I’m the one giving the missions orders, the fact that the both of you are Avengers doesn’t change the fact that I’m the one in charge here.”

“Yes, sir”, I answer, sitting back on my chair, my blood boiling in my veins, Natasha watching me from aside, perfectly knowing that I rather work alone than with someone because of the abilities that made me a part of the Avengers.

Fury finishes his presentation while I am still angry at him for not letting me have a solo mission when I am totally able to do it by myself.

“You’re leaving in an hour”, he concludes.

Everyone around me pack their things and exit the room, Fury first. I am still sitting and move my chair from the right to the left and from the left to the right, sulking like a child. Yeah that’s really mature Y/N, congratulations…

“Y/N are you coming ?”, Nat asks, leaning on the door frame.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

I follow Natasha out of the meeting room, my file in one hand, the other balled into a fist. I have already proved myself during missions, and I take my suppressing medicine that inhibit my powers when I am around people. Yeah, I must take suppressors, or everyone around would probably jump on me. That is, maybe, the worst aspect of my powers, thing that appeared during my teenage years.

“So, you think that mission is going to be easy ?”, she questions, while we are heading to my bedroom where I need to take my pill of the day.

“It’s just a recognition mission, just have to look, enter and see what HYDRA is up to. Nothing too complicated. I don’t understand why Fury needs to pair me up with somebody else…”

“Maybe because it must be really dangerous.”

“Reconnaissance mission Nat, I’m not a child nor stupid !”

I enter the room, Natasha on my heels and open the drawer of my nightstand to take a little box with the medicine the Wakandan scientists made for me based on the ones Helen Cho gave me when I first arrived here a few years ago.

“I don’t understand why Fury wants Barnes to babysit me”, I put the pill inside my mouth and swallow it with the small bottle of water that stand on my night table. “Like I can’t do anything by myself”, I continue, angrily, closing the cap.

“You’re the newest here, one day he will let you do solo mission.”

“That’s not as if I am a newbie Nat, I have worked for the SHIELD for five years now, trained for a long time before. And with all that I endured before; I had the hopes that somebody would entrust me with a solo mission…”

“Oh sweetheart, that’s not about your capacities or anything”, she says, putting one of my Y/H/C strands behind my right ear. “Fury is just being extra-cautious with HYDRA. They played with us so many times. Besides, going on a mission with Barnes is not the worst thing in the world.”

“You’re right, the worse for me would have been to go on a mission with Steve. I still don’t know why he hates me…”, I sigh.

“I don’t think he does. He’s just being extra careful and protective.”

“Steve Rogers, mother hen.”

We both burst out laughing just before someone knocks on the door.

“Come in”, I yell, trying to catch my breath, while Natasha is still crying of laugh.

“I just wanted to see if you were ready”, Bucky says, after he opened the door. “Is she okay ?”, he asks when he sees my red-head friend trying to calm down.

“Yes, don’t worry. Give me five minutes and I’m all yours.”

“So, in five minutes you’re all his”, Nat says wiggling her eyebrows, when Bucky closes the door after him.

“Nat ! Stop misinterpreting what I’m saying”, I slap her arm saying this. “You know what I meant.”

“Oh, please Y/N, I’m kidding, stop taking everything literally. Maybe you should get laid, it would do you some good.”

“Sex is not the answer to everything Nat”, I sigh.

“No, but it would do you some good. When was the last time you had a good shag ?”

“Nat !”

“What ?! Maybe you should try with Barnes. It would do you real, real good.”

The door opens at the same time, revealing a blushing Bucky on the other side.

“I’m ready”, I tell him, nonchalantly, trying to hide my embarrassment because of what Nat just said and that he probably heard through the door. “Are you coming ?”, I ask him, going towards the changing room.

Natasha leaves us and in silence, we walk to the elevator. When we reach the equipment floor of the Avengers facility, Fury is waiting for us, with Steve and Tony.

“Come here darling, I improved your suit. The fabric is more flexible. Totally in match with your fighting skills and those powers of yours”, he says, smiling and handing me the new black fabric.

“Thanks Tony, I really appreciate !”

While I am looking at my new outfits, I can feel Steve’s gaze all over me, and what he’s saying to Bucky.

“Be careful Buck, we don’t know what’s going to be in that HYDRA facility and I don’t trust her”, I hear him.

“She’s an Avenger Steve, and she worked for the SHIELD before that. You should trust her.”

“I’d like to, but I can’t. There are some blank years in her files, Fury seems to be the only one knowing where she was and what happened to her during that time, but he didn’t tell me and said that it’s hers to say when she’ll be ready to reveal it. And I don’t like this.”

“Let her prove herself Steve, I’m sure everything is going to be okay.”

He pats Steve’s shoulder and walks to his locker from where he takes his uniform.

“Go now, little one”, Tony pushes me towards locker room, “I want to see you in my outfits.”

“Out of context, that sentence would sound really suspect. And I’m not sure that Pepper would appreciate that.”

Tony sticks out his tongue and pushes me in the booth. “Make it quick, I want to see if it fits.”

I roll my eyes and start to change my clothes to those Tony gave me. The suit perfectly hugs every of my curves. I lift my arms above my head, and the fabric is really light and moves with all my movements, according to Tony, it’s also waterproof and it comes with removing gloves. I really must thank him for that new outfit.

“Marvelous !”, the genius billionaire says, when I go out. “I’m really proud of myself !”, he adds, admiring his own work.

“Please Stark, if you’re done, I’d like to talk to Y/L/N and Barnes before they leave.”

Tony and Steve step back, and Fury approaches us.

“Don’t think that I send you there as a team, not because I don’t trust each of you as agent and that you’re not capable to deal with it by your side, but we don’t know what to expect in that warehouse, we don’t know how many men are in there, nor what they’re doing. Barnes, you are strong and fast, Y/L/N is fast too, she is lighter, and has some skills that can help you outside if things become out of control. Now do you understand ?” We both nod. The Quinjet noise is heard and he gestures towards it. “I think that’s your cue. Be careful.”

With that, he leaves and lets the both of us deal with each other.

“After you”, Bucky says, letting me pass first, with that very 1940’s gentleman thing he has.

“Thanks”, I answer, stepping into the plane, putting the first emergency bag down and taking place behind the control.

Bucky steps in right after me and takes the seat next to mine.

“Are you ready, partner ?”

“As ready as I think I can be.”

The hatch opens, and we pass through it to go to the HYDRA facility.

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[littlemarvelfics]

The Graduate

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (tattoo artist!bucky)

Word Count: about 2k

Warnings: just some fluff

Square Filled: Accomplishing a Goal for @marvelfluffbingo, Artist AU for @star-spangled-bingo and Artist!Bucky (Y5) for @buckybarnesbingo

A/N: Hi all! I hope you enjoy this! Side note, it has nothing to do with the movie The Graduate. I’m just terrible at titles. Also... I started a Kofi. If you want to donate, the link is in my bio. Leave me a little note and lemme know if I can write something for you! Enjoy! 

You wiped your hands on the black gown currently covering your clothes. You stood with the rest of your row and slowly shuffled towards the side of the stage. In just a few moments, your college experience would be over. All the late nights and cram sessions would be done and for that you were grateful. But you would miss the group of friends you had made, the ones who made those late nights bearable. 

You took a deep breath as you ascended the stairs towards the podium where the Dean of Students was reading out names. Yours was called and you walked across the stage, hearing a whistle that could only belong to one man. Bucky Barnes. 

You had met Bucky two years ago when you were a sophomore and he was finishing up his apprenticeship at a local tattoo shop. He was friends with Steve, a senior you had befriended through an art elective. You and Bucky had met at a party and the rest was history. Once Bucky had finished his apprenticeship, he worked at opening his own shop and he finally took his first appointment six months ago. Bucky was the one responsible for the black ink over your ribs, a simple bushel of wildflowers. 

As you walked down the stairs, you scanned over the audience quickly looking for your parents. You sent them an invitation to the ceremony along with two tickets but you were sure they wouldn’t show up. Majoring in journalism with the dream of becoming a reporter hadn’t sat well with them, they never missed an opportunity to tell you that you were wasting your life. 

You walked back to your seat and listened as the rest of the names were called, cheering loudly for your friends as they crossed the stage. By the time the Dean announced the class of 2020, you were beyond ready to find Bucky, get out of the sun and get on with whatever he had planned for the night. 

Thirty minutes later, you pushed your way through the crowd, attempting to find Bucky. You hugged a few people on your way and you were just about to call him when you found him leaning against a tree, away from the madness. His sunglasses were covering his eyes and he had his hair pulled back off his neck. He wore a dark blue button-down with the sleeves rolled up, showing off the dark ink decorating his left arm. The look was finished off with a pair of black jeans and suede boots that were scuffed to hell. When he spotted you, he straightened up off the tree and grinned at you as you took off running, jumping into his arms when you made it to him. He held you around your waist and held you close to him. 

“Congratulations sugar,” he mumbled in your ear. “I’m so proud of you.” 

“You know what? I’m proud of me too,” you responded with a giggle. 

“Is there anything else you need to finish up here? Or can I take my best girl to lunch?” Bucky asked. 

You were just about to answer when you heard your name called from behind you. You whipped around and came face to face with your parents. 

“Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?” 

“You invited us,” your mom said tensely. 

“Right of course,” you responded, at a loss for words. 

Your mom coughed and looked behind you where Bucky was still standing. 

“Oh right,” you said with a smile. “Mom, dad this is Bucky, my boyfriend. Bucky these are my parents Ken and Sue.” 

Bucky stepped around you and offered his hand to your father who looked at Bucky’s tattoos with disgust, ignoring his outstretched hand. You spoke up in an effort to diffuse the awkward situation. 

“I didn’t realize the two of you were coming out. I never heard back from you.” 

“We decided to surprise you. We wouldn’t believe you graduated if we wouldn’t have seen it for ourselves,” your dad said with a smirk. 

You gave a tight smile, not sure what to say to the backhanded comment. Luckily Bucky stepped in. 

“She’s pretty amazing,” he commented, wrapping his arm around you. “Graduated first in the program.” 

“The journalism program,” your mom said under her breath. 

You sighed and barely stopped yourself from rolling your eyes. 

“Why don’t we all go out to lunch?” Bucky suggested, ignoring your mother’s comment. “Celebrate the grad a bit?” 

You looked at your parents, almost positive they would turn down the invitation. 

“Why not,” your dad said. “Have a place in mind?” 

“Sure, there’s a place a few miles from here called Tony’s.” 

You smiled up at Bucky- that was the restaurant the two of you had your first official date at. 

+++++

The four of you were seated quickly at Tony’s, you and Bucky being somewhat of regulars. You all ordered your drinks and you saw your parents internally scrutinizing the place. It wasn’t anything fancy, a hole in the wall with loud music on Friday nights and an expansive drink menu making it a popular place for the local college kids. 

“So what’s the plan Y/N?” your mom asked. 

“The plan?” you questioned. 

“You got your… journalism degree. What’s next?” 

The way your mother said ‘journalism’ made it seem like it was a dirty word, never to be uttered in public. 

“I have an internship starting in a few weeks-” 

Before you could finish your sentence, your mom cut you off again. 

“Four years of work for an unpaid internship?” she scoffed. 

“Did she say unpaid?” Bucky said under his breath. 

You nudged him with your elbow as you suppress a smile. 

“It’s not unpaid and it will probably lead to a job after a few months,” you said, the pride clear in your voice. “It’s with This American Life.” 

You had worked your ass off to secure the highly coveted internship with This American Life, a radio show and podcast that was on public radio once a week. The show had made you fall in love with telling stories and working for them had been a dream of yours since you moved to New York for college. You recorded your own story to go with your application, Bucky had been the subject of it. A simple story that revolved around two weeks of shadowing him as he worked to open White Wolf Ink, his tattoo shop. 

“That’s… impressive,” your dad said, clearly surprised you had an actual plan. “Congratulations.” 

“Thanks dad,” you responded as your food arrived at the table. 

“What about you Bucky? When did you graduate?” your mom asked. 

“I didn’t,” Bucky said simply. “College wasn’t the right choice for me.” 

Your mom laughed, not bothering to hide her disdain. 

“So what is it that you do with no college degree?” 

“I’m a tattoo artist,” Bucky responded. 

Both of your parents looked at Bucky, failing to hide the judgment on their faces.

“He just opened his own shop,” you said, never one to shy away from bragging about your boyfriend. “It’s been busy.” 

“So how long have the two of you been dating?” your dad asked, ignoring your comments about Bucky. 

“Two years,” Bucky answered, looking over at you with a smile and placing a kiss on your head. 

“Really Y/N?” your mom moaned. 

“Really what?” 

“A struggling journalist dating a tattoo artist? Is that how you pictured your life?” 

“Nope,” you said, taking a sip of your wine. “I plan to be a successful journalist. And I never dreamed I’d be dating a man like Bucky. He’s so far out of my league.” 

You mother glared at you, clearly not satisfied with your answer. 

“Do you know how embarrassing this is for us? First, you leave town and then you major in something so… trivial. You were smart! You could have done something with your life! And if that wasn’t what you wanted, you could have married  a nice respectable man!” 

“Enough!” you yelled. “You can sit there and tell me how much you dislike every choice I’ve ever made. But leave Bucky out of it.” 

Bucky squeezed your knee under the table and immediately you felt more calm and collected. 

“Listen,” Bucky said quietly. “I have a night planned to celebrate your amazing daughter and all the hard work she’s put in for the last four years. I’d love to have you stay for lunch but not if you’re going to act like this. 

Your mom looked between you and Bucky, waiting for you to defend her. You simply shrugged a shoulder and glanced over a Bucky, his face serious. You put your hand on top of his and squeezed three times, a silent way of saying “I love you”.   

“Well I’m not gonna sit here and listen to you act like any of this is okay,” your mom said, getting up from the table. 

Your father got up and followed behind your mom, glancing back at you with a sad smile. 

Once your parents were out of sight, Bucky turned to face you. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” he said quickly. 

“Why are you sorry? That was on them, not either one of us.” 

“Still-” 

“Let’s eat and then I promise we can talk this to death later tonight but right now, I just wanna have my happy day with my boyfriend,” you said, cutting him off. 

“Then a happy day is what you’ll have,” Bucky replied with a smile. 

+++++

An hour later, you were back in the car with Bucky, your late lunch and a glass of wine leaving you relaxed and content. You looked over at Bucky driving and smiled, putting your hand at the back of his neck and rubbing your thumb against him. 

“I love you lots, you know that?” you asked simply. 

“Not as much as I love you.” 

“Don’t you fight me,” you said with a giggle. “Where are we heading anyway?” 

“I finally finished sketching out your tattoo. Thought you might wanna get it done tonight?” 

“Really?! That sounds perfect,” you said with a sigh, leaning your head against the car window. 

It didn’t take long to get to the shop. Bucky unlocked the front door and you walked over you his chair, making yourself comfortable while he grabbed the design and went over to the machine, preparing the stencil to place on your skin. You lifted your dress slightly, revealing your right thigh for Bucky to decorate. You scrolled on your phone, looking through all the Instagram posts from your classmates, all celebrating your recent accomplishments. 

Bucky came back in, paper in hand. He instructed you to look away, wanting the final design to be a surprise. You laughed but did as you were told, smiling when you felt him press the page to your leg. 

“Okay,” Bucky said quietly. “You can look.” 

You looked down at your thigh and gasped. Instead of one of Bucky’s designs, purple words were pressed into your skin. “Will you marry me?” 

You looked up at Bucky, a black velvet box in his hand revealing a beautiful engagement ring. 

“You’re the one I want with me when all my dreams come true, when I accomplish any of my goals or when I fall short. You’re the one I want with me. Will you marry me?” Bucky asked. 

You could barely see him through the tears filling your eyes, frantically nodding your head up and down. He kissed you before sliding the ring on your finger and pulling you into his arms. 

You pulled away from him, kissing him once again. 

“Best day ever,” you mumbled against his lips. 

“One of many sweetheart. One of many.” 

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[steves-on-a-plane]

Hide & Seek

Written for: @star-spangled-bingo​ 2021!  (& All Caps Flash Bingo!)  Words: 690 SSB Square Filled: Taken Captive All Caps Flash Square Filled: Taken Captive  Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: Read is kidnapped, but no depiction of violence!  Summary: Reader is an hour late for lunch with Steve. He can’t shake the feeling something has happened to her. When he learns that she’s been taken, the Captain springs into action.

“Excuse me, Miss?” A man stepped out in front of you on the street.

“Hi.” You greeted him politely and tried to walk past. The man side stepped so that he was still in your way. “Sorry, I’m in a bit of a hurry.” You apologized.

“On your way to see Captain Rogers I imagine.” The man commented. “I’m afraid you’re going to miss that appointment, Miss.” He said before indicating the gun hidden beneath his jacket.

“He’ll come looking for me.” You insisted.

“That’s what we’re counting on.” The man grinned. “Into the car.” He nodded to an all-black car that pulled up beside you. “It would be better for you to come quietly.” You nodded letting them man know that you understood what he was saying. Someone got out of the car and held the door open for you. The last thing you remembered was climbing into the back of the car.

“Hey Gramps, you forget where you are? Need someone to walk you home?” Tony Stark teased Steven when he found the Captain standing in the lobby of the tower, frowning at his watch.

“Ha-ha.” Steve laughed sarcastically. “I’m waiting on [Y/N.]” She was supposed to meet me here for lunch. I suppose she could have gotten hung up with something, but she’s almost an hour late. That’s not like her.”

“I’m sure she’s fine, but if you’re really worried, you can try calling her work.” Tony shrugged.

“Maybe I will. I hate to bother her, but I feel like there’s something else going on here.” As Tony walked away, Steve dialed the number to your office.

No one had heard from you at work. When you didn’t come back from lunch on time, your assistant had assumed that you’d gone to meet a client downtown. She started to panic when Steve explained you’d never arrived to lunch. He tried his best to assure her everything would be fine before ending the call. After all you’d gotten wrapped up in work before.

However, before he’d even hung up the phone, his heart was racing, and his palms were sweaty. He knew something had happened to you. Slightly more troubling than that, he knew that with every second that passed the chances of finding you become slimmer and slimmer. He wished he’d thought to hide a GPS tracker in your purse. He wished he’d noticed sooner that you were missing. He wished he knew where the hell you were.

“We’ll fine her.” Tony insisted.

“How can you be so sure?” Steve questioned, wishing he shared his friend’s confidence. “We’ve tried tracking her phone, it’s been turned off or destroyed. She’s not showing up on any surveillance cameras we have in the city. We don’t even know if she’s in the city.”

“Oh, we know.” Tony disagreed. With a snap of his fingers a hologram map of the city popped up between the two of them. A small red blip was flashing on the edge of the city.

“How?” Steve asked, studying the map.

“Well, someone had to microchip your girlfriend just in case she got kidnapped.” Tony shrugged. “And before you lecture me, it was consensual. I’m not just going around injecting trackers against the will of our loved ones. Now you want to lecture me about this or you want to go get her?”

“This conversation isn’t over.” Steve insisted. He ran from the room to get changed, while he did his phone rang. He answered even though he didn’t recognize the number.

“Captain Rogers, we have something of yours.” A disguised voice said on the other end.

“I’ve noticed.” Steve commented. He tucked his cellphone into the crook of his neck and tugged on the pants to his uniform. “I suppose this is the part where you give me your list of demands?” He huffed.

“We want only one thing, you.” The voice explained.

“Well, that’s good, because you were getting me whether you wanted or not. Congratulations, whoever you are, you’ve officially got my attention. Now you’re going to wish that you hadn’t.” Steve hung up on the kidnapper, finished dressing and grabbed his shield.

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[emergenciesstory]

The wrong gift

Square: Opening the wrong present for @star-spangled-bingo

Characters: Steve, Bucky, Reader

“Did you like it?” You asked Steve from your place on his couch. You glanced up, smiling as he shed his boots.

“I was quite surprised.” He mused, eyes twinkling. “I couldn’t believe you were able to get them.”

“It wasn’t difficult. Just walked down to the store a few blocks away.” you shrugged, going back to your book. You hear the tea kettle being placed on the stove as Steve moved around the kitchen.

“The store down the street had vintage trading cards?”

“Vintage trade- That was supposed to be for Bucky?” Your head shot up as you looked at him, realization hitting you like a train. “Oh no.”

You tore off the couch and down the hall, banging on Bucky's door. A few moments later, it slid open from Friday and you saw the light from his bathroom.

“I’m a little busy, doll.” Bucky’s voice lofted from the steamy room, covered by water from the shower. “Can I help you with something?”

His voice almost sounded strained, but your eyes were already scanning the room, looking for signs he had opened the silver box. It was so dark in the room, his bed a mess and different things strewn about. Bucky clearing his throat caught your attention, eyes snapping to his frame leaning in the doorway, sweats slung low on his hips, water dripping from his hair. 

“Looking for something, doll?” He asked, smirk on his face.

“Did you open it?” You asked, panic rising in your voice.

“Whatever do you mean?” 

“Don’t mess with me Buck. Steve opened your vintage playing cards and so I’m begging you have his gift and didn’t open it.”

“Begging, hmm?” Bucky moved closer to you, his cologne intoxicating. “It’s on my desk.”

Your eyes looked over to the table, files piled high with a small box sitting in the middle. You took a breath of relief, running over and picking it up, seemingly unopened..

“I’m going to go rewrap your present and fix this, Buck. I’m so sorry, I’ll have you something better tomorrow.” you rattled, clutching the box to your chest as you ran towards the door.

“What a shame, I’d love to see you in it.” Bucky’s voice was rough, teasing, and you froze in your tracks. Everything in the hall faded as the blush ran to your cheeks. You turned back to Bucky.

“You, you opened it?” your voice was smaller than you wished. Bucky nodded his head softly.

“Didn’t know you and him were together. Thought I still had a shot.” Bucky shrugged, turning back into his room and closing the door.

You walked slowly back to Steve’s room, leaning against the door as it closed behind you, Steve washing the dishes in the sink from that morning.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s wrong?” Steve asked, drying his hands. You sank to the floor, holding out the box. 

Steve came and sat on the floor with you, taking the box from your trembling fingers. He opened it, removing the contents. A blindfold, handcuffs, and a silky lace outfit in deep red. Realization crossed his face, looking up at you.

“You said you wanted to try something new with Nat. I saw her looking at that... so I..” your voice trailed off, unable to look at him.

“Your gift to me was a gift to Natasha?” He asked simply. You nodded your head softly.

“I knew you wouldn’t go in because of your ‘Golden boy’ image, so I figured, since I knew that's what you really wanted.” You shrugged lightly.

“I love it, sugar. Really.” Steve placed his hand on your chin, making you look at him. “Now what did Buck say to get you rattled like this?”

“He umm.. He thought we were together.” You looked up at Steve, meeting his concerned eyes. “He wanted to see me in it.” Steve hummed, looking down at the lace fabric in his hands.

“It would look good on you.” He said simply. You contemplated what he was saying before an Idea came to mind.

“I know something that will look better.” you stood up, racing to your room.

____________

Your knock rang out softly in the empty halls, the late hour casting a soft glow to the otherwise dark hall.

“Y/n? What brings you ‘round?” Bucky asked, leaning in the doorway.

“I brought you your gift.” you said simply, holding up the little bag. Bucky gestured for you to come inside. 

“I am sorry if anything I said or did changed things Doll. I really-”

“Stop rambling and open it Barnes.” you rolled your eyes, taking a seat on his bed and carefully crossing your legs. You readjusted the hem of your robe, noticing how Bucky's eyes followed your hands.

“Okay, okay.” Bucky pulled the tissue paper from the bag, looking inside. “Umm, Doll? Theres nothing in-” Bucky looked up at you, no longer sitting in your robe. Silver lace covered your features, teasing him.

“I said you had to open your gift, not that it was in the bag.” 

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[captain-s-rogers]

In The Line of Fire

(gif credit to the creator)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 1,029 Warnings: mentions of anxiety, injured reader Square Filled: Taking a bullet for someone else A/N: This is my second square for @star-spangled-bingo. Also, a huge shout out to the best bestie in the entire world, @arrowsandmixtapes​ for being my beta for this and making sure it wasn’t a train wreck! If you want to be added to my tag list please let me know! Feedback is cool :)

The battle was raging on every side of Steve. The fight wasn’t unlike most of the other battles he’d been a part of in his long history as a superhero, but this one was different -- the stakes were higher. Y/N was here.This was the biggest fight she had been involved in since her official instatement as an Avenger; it was also the first time they had gone into battle together since they had started dating. Before the information had processed fully that she would be on this mission, Steve made up his mind that he would keep her as close as possible -- or at least make sure she was within sight.

That resolve didn’t last long. Almost from the second the Avengers arrived, the enemy flanked him on every side. He lost sight of Y/N, and wondered if the enemy hadn’t somehow found this new weakness of his and used it against him. His panic pulled at his focus, urging him to ignore the immediate attackers and search out Y/N. Without his undivided attention, the fight was weighing in on him, and he was taking far more hits than he normally would have in such a battle.

He needed to regroup, get his bearings straight. Who knew if that was even possibly if he couldn’t find Y/N, but he had to give it a shot. He threw a perfectly-timed punch to a member of the enemy group and was afforded the opportunity to find somewhere to take cover and get his head right.

Steve took two deep breaths. With the first, he adjusted his grip on his shield. With the second, he peeked above the demolished wall that was hiding him from enemy eyes. He was certain they wouldn’t spot him easily, but he could see a good portion of the battle area.

Relief flooded through him when, now unencumbered by the enemy strike, he was able to quickly and easily spot Y/N. The battlefield was crowded and chaotic, but her suit stood out among everything else. Y/N was all right; his resolve to get back in the game encouraged his mindset to correct itself so that he could do the job he had come here to do.

He sprang up from behind the wall and earnestly rejoined the battle raging around him. With laser-focus this time, Steve took down enemies with ease, one after the other. Time passed without a thought as he fought them off, until there was a break in those coming directly at him. The pause in attention allowed his anxieties to steal his attention again, pulling his gaze over the area once again to find Y/N. His tension increased all the more when he could no longer pick out her brightly colored uniform from the crowd.

Reminding himself that Y/N had proved she could hold her own, Steve forced himself to focus on the second wave of the enemy rushing at him. He was able to turn his anxiety and tension into the energy he needed to stave off the alien warriors hellbent on taking them all out, and then some. His desire to find her pushed him through the onslaught, backed by the great motivation to find Y/N again.

Everything was quiet, for a moment. The second wave had lasted longer than the first, no doubt pulling Y/N farther away from him. Small ships cruising through the air told him another wave of aliens was headed their way, but his worry over Y/N’s well-being had outmaneuvered his guard, which came crashing down as he desperately sought out her position.

“STEVE!”

It happened all at once. Steve turned his head in the same second the enemy bullet seared into her abdomen. Y/N’s eyes went wide, and her legs gave out from under her. She landed in a heap at his feet.

Steve’s fear and anger took over even his concern for her at that point. He pushed forward, taking down every enemy in his path. The area around them was cleared soon after, so Steve rushed back to her side. Y/N’s face was pale and her breathing was labored; it was enough for him to be wrought with guilt that she was in such bad shape.

This was his fault. He had been stupid, not taking in his surroundings as he looked for her. Why hadn’t he thought to throw up his shield and protect her? Why hadn’t he kept her glued to his side until at least the worst of the danger was gone?

After the third wave was taken out, the battle had ended. The Avengers were victorious, if not whole. Knowing that it was over, Steve let his emotions take complete control. He dropped down to the ground and pulled her head into his lap. She had been wincing in pain, but she let her eyes flutter open. When she looked up at him, her eyes conveyed how grateful she was to see his face staring back at her.

“Steve.” His name was accompanied by as much of a smile as she could muster.

“Don’t talk,” he encouraged, brushing the dirt-riddled hair out of her face. “You’re gonna be fine. I promise.”

“You can’t be so sure.”

“I can,” he nodded. “And I am.”

Her eyes closed again, and she whispered that she was tired and cold. Steve watched her breathing for several seconds before speaking into his ear piece.

“I, uh …” Steve trailed off, needing to clear his throat and blink back the tears in his eyes before he could complete the SOS. “I need a med-evac over here, ASAP. Y/N’s been hit, and it looks pretty bad.”

“We’ve got you, Cap,” Maria’s confident voice came through the earpiece, letting him know he wasn’t alone.

Steve sat with bated breath, continually stroking her hair, as he waited for the helicarrier to reach them. When help finally arrived, he gently picked Y/N up and carried her aboard, setting her out on the on-board gurney. With every fiber of his being, he hoped that his stupid mistake wouldn’t be the thing that took her life.

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[jewels2876]

Ice Cream Date

A/N: It’s another theme day with us at @the-ss-horniest-book-club​! You can have two guesses - lol

I’m also using this for my @marvelfluffbingo​ square Ice Cream Date and @star-spangled-bingo​ square Queens

Bucky’s text was brief. “39th Ave - you can’t miss me.” 

You took a quick glance at your Google Maps and sighed. “Why is he draggin’ me all the way out to Queens?” You rolled your eyes even though no one was around to see or hear you.

Twenty minutes later, you saw Bucky standing on the sidewalk, lop-sided grin adorning his face. “Hey beautiful,” he greeted you with a kiss on the cheek.  You looked around and saw the ice cream shop two doors down.

“Really Bucky? There’s a perfectly good Cold Stone right down the block from...”

“Peter recommended this. Do you really wanna disappoint the kid?”  You shook your head and sighed.

“Don’t tell anyone else about this spot, ‘kay?” You pushed back in your chair slightly and patted your belly. “That was some delish ice cream!”

The bell attached to the door jingled and a familiar voice made you shake your head in dismay. “Under-roos, you think they’ll let me buy this place?”

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Moments With You

Title: Moments with You (Part 3 of 5 )

Parring: Scott Summers x mutant! Reader, Anna/mutant! Reader, Bucky/mutant! Reader, Steve/mutant! Reader, Natasha/ mutant! Reader, Scot Summers/Anna

Rated: Mature

Warnings: angst, stress, anxiety, a cuss word  

Summary: Both you and Scott Summers yearn for a beautiful remembrance that cannot be reached. Scott, in the form of Jean Gray, and you in wanting Scott to move on with his life and realize that love can be found again. 

Word Count: 1061

Square Filled: Time Travel for Avengers Bingo @avengersbingo​, K2 It’s not your fault for Bucky Bingo @buckybarnesbingo​, First Time for Star Spangled Bingo @star-spangled-bingo​, Even though that’s dripping with sarcasm and definitely isn’t genuine, I’m going to take it  for Black Window Bingo @blackwidowbingo​

For: Continue work on Annie’s 500 Kitties Writing Challenge /Annie’s1st Writing Challenge, Arrows and Mixtapes Better Than TwilightWC prompt is:  I Don’t know what happened….You love him 

A/N:  Words/inspiration taken from the song Moments by Ayumi Hamasaki are noted in bold.

Catch up here: Part 2

Scott walks away, after watching y/n weave through the crowd of cadets.  As promised, he waited at Joy’s until midnight. Y/N runs into the rustic gaudy bar glancing around. Maurice looks sad from behind the counter. “You’ve just missed him. You’re Y/N right?”   

“Where did he go? I have to talk to him. Please.” Maurice shrugs. 

“I dunno it looked important. He said to give you this if you came, it’s his number.” He hands over a napkin. She takes the napkin running outside in the darkness. Only the dusk to dawn lamp illuminates the almost vacant gravel lot.

 Y/N pulls her cell from her pocket calling Scott immediately. It doesn’t go through. “This number is currently unreachable.” 

“Shit… Pick up, pick up, pick up,” she mutters as she waits. Scott’s voicemail picks up. 

“You’ve reached the inbox of Scott Summers, leave a message.”

“Scott I..ugh..I’m here. I’m here.” The strain of the evening is apparent in her voice as she unlocks Natasha’s car and slides into the driver’s seat hanging up the phone. She stares out into the darkness not sure which way to turn the car. She has no idea which direction he has gone. “Dammit, Summers where are you?” Tears begin to slide down her cheeks as frustration and sadness engulfs her. For the first time, she allows herself to feel the pain of the broken pieces of a dream.  Y/N turns the car into the direction of the compound. Each passing moment leaves her more confused than before. 

The next day as Y/N is hurrying to training, the television in the commons catches her eye halting her steps. She places her hands onto the back of the brown leather sofa and leans forward. Her grip tightens as her fingertips dig into the back of the soft leather. ‘As you can see from the footage the bomb destroyed most of the city block. It is suspected that this mutant attack is a calling card for the notorious Magnito but this is still unknown at the time. However, I can report that the X-Men are on scene.’ 

“Can you tell us which X-men are present Gwen?” 

“As you see behind me.. Logan! Logan, can I talk to you for a moment.” An exhausted Logan comes into view and y/n cranes her neck over the gathering cadets. It is reported that Cyclopes as well are on scene and….” There is silence for a moment as the camera pans to catch the reporter running towards Logan but he invades her.

Her mind races. Y/n doesn’t wait for the rest of the report. She turns on the ball of her foot and runs down the hallway to Steve’s office her heart is pounding as she skids to a stop knocking rapidly upon his door with a flat palm. 

“Y/N?” he asks puzzled? Steve scans  her face noticing the worry in her eyes. ”Sit down what’s wrong?”

“France and the bombing I want to help. What is the latest intel?”  She tightens her ponytail and bounces lightly in the balls of her feet. A nervous habit she formed years ago. 

“You don’t have the clearance. It’s being handled you know.” He sits down leaning forward in his chair watching her movements. 

“ I need to get to France now,” Y/N demands. She crosses her arms over her chest while staring into Steve’s face. 

“That’s impossible.” He states firmly. 

“Steve come on!” Y/N snaps. “My friends are there. Scott is there and dammit I don’t know what happened but I have to go to France now. 

“You love him.” She gives him a look of disbelief. “What? You wouldn’t be fighting with me so strongly if you didn’t.” 

“You don’t have a clue what you are talking about.”   

“There is a first time for everything,” he retorts, glancing at the clock in his wall behind her. “Aren’t you going to be late for class?” She knows this is a battle she can’t win, at least with him. Y/N walks out without another word. 

Y/N skips class for the rest of the day her mind focused on the news reports. 

It’s only every couple of days he texts but each ends in the same way. "You can chose stay with SHIELD or meet me in Joy’s cafe at 11." 

Every day that there is a text she is at Joy’s waiting on him at 11. She never leaves before 12 and each time Y/N sends a text back. “Joys at 11. I’m waiting.” 

Maurice gets to know her by name and her drink order arrives before she can even sit down. 

The tv in the corner plays the ballgame as y/n orders another shot. Bucky and Natasha have decided to come with her this evening, just for support. 

“It’s not your fault, you know. It’s kind of both of your and his fault. Relationships are complicated,” Bucky states plainly taking a sip of his ale. Y/n continues brooding over her tequila, downs her shot and glares at him with narrowed eyes. 

Natasha places her glass of red wine back down onto the napkin. “Y/N, let me ask you a question. If you could be by his side right now would you? Has he let Jean go where you two can be happy? That’s the problem you two have and you both are in love with each other.” 

“Of course I would,” Y/N snaps at her mostly out of pain from being separated from Scott. “If I could time I would offer my wing to help his wounded back but I cant fuckin’ time travel. I...we need to talk. It’s complicated, even more than Bucky.” Bucky chuckles at the tipsy remark. 

“Even though that’s dripping with sarcasm and definitely isn’t genuine, I’m going to take it,” Natasha remarks, picking up her wine again. 

Y/N glances at the time on her phone, pulls the transponder from her bag and sends a text. ‘Where are you? Scott, please tell me.’ Within moments she gets a reply. 

"I'm in France. Why didn't you come?”

She looks at the end of the bar then back to the transponder. “If I find a way I will be there. Be safe. Watch your six.  I’ll meet you at Joy’s 11:00.” 

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Catch and Release - 2

Catch and Release: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count:  2418

Rating:  M

Square filled: @star-spangled-bingo​ - Free Space

Warnings:  Sex talk, minor injuries, hospital

Synopsis:  When you overexert yourself on a mission with Steve and Bucky, the boys admit to having fantasies that involve you.  Fantasies that you share.  But with one Super Soldier needs intimacy and the other is still dealing with being touch starved, exploring those desires without anyone catching feelings is a little tricky.

Chapter 2: Stalking the Prey

The HYDRA agents were captured just like Steve and Bucky had assured you.  You had taken up the chase the following morning and funneled them right into Natasha and Clint’s waiting arms.  You’d been airlifted out and taken right to the medbay.  Trying to keep up with two super soldiers for several days had resulted in some severe muscle degeneration and dehydration and you were made to take bed rest and an IV drip.  Hill came and debriefed you and you were left with an overly generous portion of hospital food and a too-small cup of orange juice.

Bucky arrived as you were poking at the unidentifiable portion of your meal with your plastic fork.

“That looks appealing,”  Bucky said, taking a seat at the end of your bed.  “You want me to order you something to be delivered?”

“Oh my god.  Why didn’t I think of that?”  You complained, pushing your tray away from yourself.

Bucky tapped his temple.  “Just don’t have the brains that I do.”

You kicked him in the thigh playfully and he started laughing.  “Alright, killer, what are you feeling?”

“Italian.  I want all the carbs available to me.”  You said.

“That is a very good idea.”  He agreed and together the two of you placed an order with an Italian restaurant nearby for five different entrees and 6 appetizers to be delivered to your hospital bed.

“Steve doing paperwork?”  You asked as you settled back down in bed.

“Yeah.  He’ll probably be there for a while.  I should order him something too.”  He said.

“You still can.  Or he can have some of ours.  We did go a little overboard.”  You said.

“Yeah.  Might do that.”  Bucky agreed.  “He’s weird about food.  He’ll be more likely to eat leftovers.”

He picked up your chart and looked it over before putting it back into the holder at the end of the bed.  “You did pretty well keeping up with us.  I hope you’re not still angry at yourself for slowing us down.”

You shook your head.  “Hill said anyone else would have been medevaced out the day before.  So I’m taking it as a win.”

“Good.  You should.  It was impressive,” he said.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence.  It was like that with Bucky.  He was quiet but you never felt like it was awkward.  It was nice just not being alone and Bucky wasn’t exactly what you’d call a comforting presence but it was still nice he was there.

The food arrived and you both spread it out on the tray and started eating.  “Hey, Buck?”  You said as you twirled fettucini on your fork.

“What’s up?”  He asked.

“That stuff we talked about… was that just talk?”  You asked.

“What stuff?”  Bucky asked.

You raised an eyebrow at him.  “You know…”

He chuckled and sat back, chewing slowly on a mouthful of lasagna.  “Oh that,” he said after he swallowed.  “Honestly?  I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”  You asked.

“Hypothetically I’d love for it to happen.  That’s like… the prime fantasy right?  Having a threesome?  Having two people get you off?  If I could do that and there be no consequences then you bet I’d do it.”

“Consequences.  Right.”  You said, poking at the ravioli.

“Hey, I didn’t say no,” he teased poking your thigh.  “I know getting in the middle of a Bucky and Steve sandwich is everyone’s biggest fantasy… there are just things we need to consider.”

“So, talk to me,” you said.

 Bucky looked down at his hands.  “Well, I guess first up would be the risk of jealousy.  I mean… what if he makes a sound that’s different with you and then all I can think is that he likes it more with you.  We’re around each other a lot.  It could get messy.”

“Right.  I guess so.  I mean, we could… have guidelines,” you said.  “Communicate. Make sure no lines are crossed.”

Bucky looked up at you.  “You really want this, huh?”

You smirked and quirked your eyebrows at him, and he started laughing.  “Okay, Cassanova,” he teased.  “Well, there’s more.  I - uh - Because of what happened to me.  I can get a little… over sensitive.  I’m kinda worried…”

“You won’t last?”  You finished.

“Yeah.  That.”  Bucky said.

You put your hand on his knee.  “I wouldn’t judge you for that.  And we can always just take our time.  Get used to things.”

“Well, the last thing is the one I worry about most and maybe it links back to the first thing,”  Bucky said, looking down again and flexing the fingers on his metal hand.  “Steve said he’s never been with anyone else besides me.”

“Right.”  You said as you looked at Bucky quizzically.  “You like that he’s been unsullied or something?”

“What?  No.”  Bucky said, sounding slightly offended.  “But I can count the people he’s been interested in on one hand.  He needs more than just a pretty face.  He needs to know them and -” he waved a hand.  “I don’t know… to connect… something.  It’s never just lust.  And he’s already brought you up in fantasies he has.  You’re the only one.  So he’s already thought of you like that.  What if we… and he likes it more?”

“Oh, Bucky,” you said taking his hand.  “All insecure and stuff.”

“Gonna make fun of me now?”  He said, playfully.

You laughed and kissed his palm.  “No.  But Steve Rogers loves you so much.  Little ol’ me couldn’t get between you if I tried.  Except in the sack.  When you ask me nicely.”

Bucky chuckled and shook his head.  “You’re serious though?  You really do want to do this huh?”

“Mm-hmm… I won’t bring it up again,” you hummed.  “But when you were both looking after me and when you were teasing Steve, getting him to say his fantasies, it was a huge turn on.  And then you fell asleep all cocooning me to keep me warm.  I was in so much pain and I was so turned on.  All I could think about was …”

Bucky sat forward a little.  “Was what?”

“The two of you,” you whispered.  “Inside me.”

Bucky chewed on his bottom lip.  You could tell he was just thinking but all you could think while you watched him was leaning forward and tugging that plump red lip between your own teeth.  

“I’ll tell you one thing, I’m gonna be using it in my dirty talk at the very least.”  Bucky joked.  “I’ll talk to Steve.  Not making any promises.  We all need to be on board.”

“What are you talking to me about?”  Steve asked.

“Double teaming this skank,” Bucky joked.

You choked on your ziti and Bucky leaned over and pounded on you back as Steve turned bright pink.

“You were what?”  Steve asked.

“We’ll talk about it.  Don’t worry.  You need to eat.  Take a seat.”  Bucky said tapping the empty chair by your bed with his foot.

Steve moved over, eyeing you both suspiciously and sat down.  He looked over the food on the tray and grabbed one of the spare forks.  “A little hungry?”  He asked.

“I had like 80% muscle wastage.  I gotta fatten up.”  You said.

“She’s exaggerating obviously.  But it was a lot.”  Bucky said.  “So we ordered enough to share.”

“Well thank you for sharing with me.”  Steve said and swirled the fork in the fettucini  “Were you really talking about that?”

“Oh yeah.  After the trip, it’s all she can think about.  How about you, Stevie?  You like thinking about it too?”  Bucky teased.

You smiled as you watched the blush return to Steve’s cheeks.  The difference in this playful Bucky and the insecure one you’d been talking to was startling.  You wondered if he just hid that part of himself from Steve, if he was acting it up to make Steve more comfortable with the idea, or he just enjoyed watching Steve squirm and planned to have a proper conversation about it later.

“I haven’t… it’s not… I had paperwork.  I was talking to people at the Raft.”  Steve stammered.

Bucky chuckled and leaned down, kissing Steve’s cheek.  “We’ll talk.  In private.  Don’t worry.”

Steve nodded and took a bite of the food, but his eyes flicked from you to Bucky.  “How are you?  Do they know how long you’ll be in here?”  He said when he swallowed.

“Just overnight.  But I need to work with the physios and whatever to get back into condition.  I really overdid it.”  You explained.

“I’m sorry.  I will be more aware of you for future missions.”  Steve said.  “I’m glad you’re feeling better though.”

“Yeah, need to be in fighting fit condition when we spit-roast you.”  Bucky teased.

You nearly spat pasta on him.  “Bucky!”  You yelped.

“When we what?”  Steve asked.

“That’s when…”  Bucky started but you hit him.

“Cut it out.”   You scolded.

“But, darlin’,” Bucky teased.  “Now I get to make two of you all hot and bothered.”

“Not until you talk to him properly.”  You said. “Otherwise it’s just mean.”

He huffed and folding his arms over his chest.  “Fine.  It’ll wait.  But if we decide to do it, you’re in for it.”

“That’s your last one.”  You said.

He smirked and nodded. “Alright, alright. I’m stopping.”

Steve looked up at you.  “Maybe Bucky and I need to go have a conversation,” he said.  “Are you sure… that’s really something you want?”

You smiled and took Steve’s hand, kissing his palm and sucking softly on his index finger.  “I meant it, Steve.  If that’s something you want to explore.  I’m wide open for you.”

Steve’s breath caught and he gave a nod.  “We’ll talk.”  He said getting up.

“Take some food, Steve.  You gotta eat.”  Bucky said getting up.

Steve quickly gathered up a couple of the take out containers and kissed your cheek.  “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No, pressure, Steve,” you said.

He nodded and headed out the door.  Bucky chuckled and kissed your other cheek.  “See you tomorrow, darlin’.  Have sweet dreams.”

“I’m gonna kill you, Bucky,” you teased.

“Good luck trying,” he said waving as he left the room.  You moved your tray to the side.  The idea was out there.  Now you just had to be patient.  Maybe you could catch two super soldiers after all.

// NEXT

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Siren, part 3 : Roundtable Rival

Summary : Y/N is a mutant, a Siren, the last of her kind, with deadly dangerous powers and a hidden past. If most of the Avengers likes and get along with her, Steve doesn’t, and it’s getting worse when Y/N and Bucky become close. After all what can bring two broken souls together if it’s not a dark past.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings : Language, mention of injuries, Steve is an asshole.

Word Count : 2 455 

Square Filled : @star-spangled-bingo : "He’s my friend”

@buckybarnesbingo : B5 - Language

Author’s note : I have this story on my WIPs for a little time. I hope that you’ll like it. This story is also my entry for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan ‘s Little Darlin’s Mystery AU Challenge, the prompt I chose is Siren AU. Don’t forget that feedback is appreciated and really important.

Song of the title : Roundtable Rival - Lindsey Stirling

Masterlist

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Buy me a ☕

Half-way to the compound, Bucky is still sleeping. I just hope that I didn’t poison him. Steve already hates me, he’s going to be mad when he’ll Bucky asleep on the ramp.

  “FRIDAY”, I ask the AI who is also connected the Quintets.

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N ?”, she questions.

“Can you please let Tony know that we will need Doctor Cho when I land back at the compound ?”

“Of course, Miss Y/L/N. Who is in need of medical assistance, you or Sergeant Barnes ?”

“Both of us”, I respond, looking at my bleeding left palm, despite the bandage I put around to stop the blood. I will definitely need stitches. My right wrist hurt too, and I probably have some scratches on my face. I hope it’s not broken.

  I feel tired and I’m relieved when I finally catch sight of the compound. It takes me a few more minutes to finally land in the basement. The Quinjet ramp opens to Doctor Cho, the medic team, the rest of the Avengers and of course, Fury.

  “What happened ?”, Steve asks angrily when he sees Bucky laying on the floor. “He better be still alive”, he adds, glaring at me, while checking for his best friend’s pulse.

“Of course, he’s alive”, I bite back. “I just had to put him to sleep.”

  The medic team rushes in the Quinjet, with a stretcher for Bucky. They lift him on it to take him to the med quarters, Steve on their heels.

  “What about you, Y/N ?”, Helen Cho asks me. “Are you alright ?”

“Maybe a few bruises, but I will need some stitches on my left hand, and I twisted my right wrist. I’m sore and tired, after all, I had to drag him from HYDRA’s warehouse to the jet”, I point to the direction where the rest of the med team took Bucky.

“I’ll check your wrist after I stitch you hand”, she says, looking at my left palm, “It’s a little dirty”, she adds, “you might have some debris in it too. Let’s go.”

“Wait a minute”, Steve states, putting himself between me and the pathway to the infirmary. “I want to know what happened first.”

“Let go of her Rogers, you can see she needs medical care”, Tony steps in. “She will tell you everything you want to know tomorrow morning.”

“No, I want to know what happened and I want to know it right now”, he nearly shout.

“With all my respect Captain, my patient here needs treatments. You can ask her what happened when she’s patch-up and had some rest, not before”, Helen glares at him. “Come on Y/N”, she says to me, before taking me to the med quarters.

“You saved me from his wrath”, I murmur to her, when we’re past Steve and the rest of the Avengers.

  After Helen stitched my hand and checked my wrist, which is not broken and put in a splint, she settles me on a bed next to Bucky, who’s still sleeping.

  “How is he ?”, I ask her.

“Fine”, she answers. “I don’t know what happened there, but you did what you had to do”, she adds, looking at me in the eyes.

“I hope so”, I say.

“I’ll let you rest now, you need it. There is a glass of water and paracetamol on the night table in case it hurts too much”, she explains before turning off the lights and going out of the room.

  I might have fallen asleep because my eyes shoot themselves open sometimes later, when I hear a growl in the bed next to mine.

  “Hey there, Sleeping Beauty, happy to see you awake and alive”, I say, raising from my own bed and approaching him.

“How are you doing ?”, he asks me, trying to sit up.

“I’m the one who should ask this to you”, I answer handing him a glass of water, “I sort off had to knock you off.”

“What happened ?”, he questions, drinking a mouthful of the plastic glass, “because to be honest, I absolutely have no clue about why I’m here and why I have been unconscious.”

“You really want to know ?”

“Please Y/N, I need to know if I’ve done something wrong or not.”

“Ok then. When we entered HYDRA’s facility, there were a lot of casks with a sort of gas inside of it, two HYDRA’S handymen came in with one and apparently, the plug was unplugged, diffusing some gas. I think that, because of the way you behaved with me, saying I was intoxicating and starting to touch and kiss me the way you did, and as I didn’t smell anything, I think that this could be something made out of Siren blood. It did exactly the same thing that my powers do when I don’t take my pills. You acted as if I haven’t taken my medicine. And just by breathing a very tiny quantity of that gas. I had to use one of my powers on you, and I kissed you to put you to sleep and I didn’t have the choice because, if I didn’t only god knows what would have happen.”

“You kissed me ?”, he looks at me, eyes wide open.

“Just to save my skin, Barnes, not for pleasure”, I say, trying not to blush, thinking about what Nat told me just before I left for the mission. “Anyway, Steve was pretty mad when I walked out of the Quinjet, he might have thought I killed you. That man really hates me…”, I add sighing.

  At the same moment, Doctor Cho enters the room, alongside Steve, who looks at me with a furious gaze.

  “Y/N”, she says, looking at me. “Glad to see you’re awake, and seem better, you can leave and sleep in your room”, she smiles at me.

“Thanks Helen”, I say to her, “just on time for my pill. Have a nice night.”

“You too”, she replies. “And you Sergeant Barnes…”, she starts.

“Y/N”, Bucky cuts her.

“Yes ?”, I turn toward him.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, James”, I tell him. “Goodnight”, I add, crossing the threshold.

“Goodnight”, he whispers, and I can barely ear him, his voice almost covered by Steve’s who’s asking him how he is.

  When I finally reach my bedroom, I collapse on my bed, empty of all my energy, and fall asleep again.

  “Miss Y/L/N. Miss Y/L/N”, FRIDAY wakes me up.

“Hum”, I groan, “not now, let me sleep more.”

“Miss Y/L/N, your presence is required by Captain Rogers. He organized a debriefing about the mission you and Sergeant Barnes fulfilled yesterday. The meeting starts in 45 minutes.”

“What ?! 45 minutes”, I exclaim, raising from the bed, still dressed in my battle gear, in need of a hot shower and my stomach growling.

  I grab my pill box on my nightstand and take one before heading to the bathroom. The hot water relaxes my tense muscles and all the dirt from the mission goes in the siphon. Once clean, I take a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt in my wardrobe and put a pair of Vans on my feet, put back the splint on my wrist. My hair still wet, I go the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat before facing Steve Rogers’ wrath. I can’t help but think that Steve will hold me responsible for what happened in HYDRA’s facility.

  “Hi Y/N”, Wanda greets me when I enter the kitchen.

“Hi”, I answer back, opening the fridge, finding a bottle of watermelon juice.

“Rumor has it that you kissed Barnes”, Natasha says, also entering the kitchen, grabbing a banana in the fruit ball, and peeling it. “I knew you wanted to do it at some point”, she adds, biting in her yellow fruit.

“Haha, really funny Nat”, I tell her. “You know that I would never use my powers, and especially that one on anyone, and certainly not on one of my teammates.”

“I’m just kidding Y/N”, she puts her hand on my shoulder. “You obviously had a good reason to put Bucky to sleep, and we all know it.”

“All, except Steve”, I point. “He hates me. He might think I did that on purpose.”

“Avengers, assemble”, Tony says, passing his head through the door. “Captain’s orders, and he doesn’t seem very pleased, so you better be on time”, he adds, before walking away.

  I sigh, putting down the empty glass, but keeping the bottle of watermelon juice in my hand, going to the door.

  “What ?”, I ask Natasha, who rises one of her perfect eyebrows at me.

“Nothing, I think he’s already really pissed at you, he’ll be more to see you with juice.”

  I shrug my shoulder and walk to the briefing room. Steve is near the overhead projector, arms crossed on his chest, speaking with Tony. Clint and Scott are laughing at I don’t know what and I can spot Bucky, on his chair, a half smile on his lips. He pats the chair next to his. As I don’t move, Natasha pushes me from behind, whispering a “go” into my ear.

  “Hey”, I say, sitting down next to the long-haired soldier, putting my bottle of juice on the table in front of me. “How are you doing ?”

“Fine, thanks”, he answers. “You ?”

“I’m okay, a little tired but I think that with a few days off, I’ll feel better.”

“Good”, he says.

“Good”, I repeat awkwardly.

  A few minutes later, Nick Fury enters the room, looking at all of us with his unique eye. Silence falls at the second he walks to the front of the room, next to Steve. Tony moves at the other side, taking place next to Bruce.

  “So, I heard about what happened to Y/L/N and Barnes yesterday and I need some explanations.”

“I’d like to have some too”, Steve adds, looking at me aggressively. “I’d like to know what really happened there, as someone prevented me to question the Bucky and Y/N”, he says, and I know that he’s talking about Helen.

“So, who starts ?”, Tony asks.

“You probably remember more than I do”, Bucky looks at me.

“Ok”, I sigh. “When we land, we knocked out the first HYDRA henchmen we saw, we managed to go inside the warehouse. There were a lot of barrels some with colored gas, other with liquid. We heard a bang, so we hide, and two men were carrying a transparent keg containing the colored gas we saw before, one of them dropped it, and some of the gas escaped.”

  I stop, in order to breathe and drink some of my juice.

  “And then what happened ?”, Steve asks, impatient.

“Give the girl a minute”, Tony says, and I mouth a silent thank you to him.

“We were ready to leave our hiding place and stepped back into the warehouse when I felt Barnes’ lips on my nape and he tried to… to seduce me. Thinking quickly, I realized that that gas worked as one of my powers, my attraction one. As I couldn’t get rid of him, I kissed him to put him to sleep. I had no choice because only God knows what would have happen. When I was sure he was asleep, I just put the dynamite all around the warehouse and I pulled Bucky outside, before heading back to the Quinjet with his sleeping body and the dynamite exploded before I reached the jet, and I must have put a too big charge. I got injured and for the rest you know what happened.”

“So, you’re saying that you used your powers on one of your teammates”, Steve says, angrily.

“I had to”, I respond, getting up on my feet. “What you have happen if I didn’t ? We would have been captured or maybe worse, killed.”

“Don’t tell me what could have happen Y/N, you don’t know what would have happen.”

“I was there Rogers, you weren’t.”

“Please you two, stop”, Natasha rises from her chair. “You perfectly know it Steve that if Y/N used her powers, there was a good reason, she would never put in danger any members of the team. Plus, Barnes is a big guy, and you’re not his mother, so stop acting like a freaking mother hen around him.”

“He’s my friend”, Steve roars, turning back to me, “and you’re just…”

“I’m just what ?”, I bite back. “Another Avenger ? You’re just a fucking twat Steve, do you know that ?”

“You’re a fucking danger Y/N.”

“Language please”, Tony sighs from his spot.

“Enough”, Fury states, and I realize that I’ve never seen that man getting angry at anyone. “For now, I’m suspending Y/L/N and Barnes from missions for a few times, until I read their rapports and decide what to do. We’re finished here.”

“Tony, may I take the rest of my day if I’m not needed here, I have something to do”, I ask him, “and borrow one of the cars.”

“Yes, of course sweetheart, you can.”

“Thank you.”

“What ?”, Steve ask, eyes wide open as I defy his authority. “Tony’s not the one you should ask.”

“I ask who I want to and as Fury said, we’re finished here. You’ll have my rapport tomorrow morning”, I grab my bottle of juice and pass the doorstep.

“Well done Steve”, I can hear Bucky’s sigh when I lean against the nearest wall trying not to cry. “The poor girl is already feeling guilty of using her powers on me and you add to her guilt.”

  I can’t hear Steve’s answer as I rather leave before Steve tells Bucky what he really thinks about me. I go back to my room to change into a simple blue dress and a pair of black ballet flat, before going to the garage and take one of Tony’s cars, a simple black city car one of the less flashy. After half an hour of driving, I finally reach New York and the Queens, not far from Rockaway Beach, where I spent a lot of time during my childhood. I park in front of a white building.

  “Hello, miss Y/L/N”, the hostess greets me when I pass the door.

“Hello”, I smile at her. “How is he today ?”

“Fine, pretty calm”, she says. “Seems that you had a rough time”, she add, pointing at one of the bruises on my face.

“Yes, but don’t worry, nothing I can’t handle. May I go ?”

“Of course”, she smiles.

  I climb the steps to the room, to find a familiar figure, back to the door, looking through the window.

  “Hi, dad”, I quietly say, kissing his scrubby cheek.

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[botanicalbarnes]

My Favorite Person

Prompt/box filled: “You are quite possibly my favorite person.” for @starksparker, “my dream wouldn’t be complete without you in it.” for @neverlandparker and @fairytaleparker

“You are so cute” for @goodthingshappenbingo, Proposal for @star-spangled-bingo, Halves of a Whole for @buckybarnesbingo

Fandom: Marvel

pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Doubt, so much fluff, passing references to sex

word count:3.2k

Summary: You start worrying over your wedding and your friends remind you of why you’re being dumb and of how far you and Bucky have come.

Masterlist

“Will you please quit pacing!? It’s your wedding day for christ’s sake! What are you so nervous about?” Wanda exclaimed sharply at you.

You turned to stare at her, “Everything! What if Steve loses the rings? What if I trip? What if Bucky bails? What if I forget my vows? What if-”

“STOP!” This time Nat interrupted with an incredulous look. “Y/N, first of all, everything will be fine, everything is already taken care of. Second, Bucky would never bail. He’s been in love with you and ready for this since the moment he saw you for the first time.”

The team and a few agents filed into the meeting room. Natasha, Tony, and Clint walked over to you talking about how good you looked and how long it had been since you’d last seen each other. You had been assigned to the London branch two years ago and had just been transferred back to New York to work with the Avengers.

A lot had changed since you left.

Everyone looked at the hologram showing the base you’d be infiltrating. On the opposite side of the room however, stood Bucky Barnes, who’d joined the team a little after you’d left. He stared wide eyed, mouth gaping at you from across the room. You saw his eyes wander up and down your body and you felt yourself bite your lip and do the same.

Even though the only light was coming from the hologram in front of you, you could see him blush when your eyes met. You held back a giggle, smirked, and winked. 

You felt his eyes on you through the whole meeting. To say the least, it was very distracting.

The corners of your mouth twitched upward at the memory. “Hell, he even got shot for you that day! You hadn’t even officially met until then!” 

You struggled with the Hydra agent. She evaded every kick, punch, and attempt to take her down. 

Through the fight, you failed to notice the other agent aiming his gun at you, waiting for a clear shot. Until, you heard the two gunshots followed by a loud groan of pain. It was so sudden that the woman you were fighting looked away just long enough for you to knock her out. “That should keep her down for a while.” You muttered to yourself before turning towards the groans. You gasped when you say Bucky on the ground. You cursed and ran to where he had collapsed. “Shit shit shit fuck. Woah, hey, stay with me, I’m gonna get us out of here.”

His eyes were fluttering open to look up at you. When he tried moving he hissed and clutched his side. 

You looked down towards his hand and saw his red with blood. “Wow, you’re beautiful. Hi, I’m Bucky.” You gave him a ‘are you serious?’ look.

“You are literally bleeding out right now. It’s really not the time.”

“Eh, I’ll be fine.” He opened his mouth to continue but you got up and tried to get him up too. 

“Not if i leave you here. God, you’re heavy. C’mon you need to help me out here.” Finally, you were able to get him up and have him lean against you. “Guys, Bucky’s shot, I’m taking him back to the jet.”

You felt his eyes looking up at you as you made your way to the jet.

Laying him down as gently as possible, you pulled his gear and clothes off to see the damage, leaving him in his pants. “How did you manage to get shot anyway?” You gave him the strongest pain meds you had at hand and tried to patch him up best you could.

“He was going to shoot you. I tried to stop him. I went in front of him right when he took the shot. I had fired my gun already but I wasn’t quick enough. I couldn’t let them hurt you.” You stopped everything and stared into his eyes. He had gotten shot… for you. You didn’t know what to say. Without thinking, you leaned down to give him a lingering kiss. 

“You haven’t told me your name.” He said softly when you’d parted. 

“It’s Y/N.” You replied in a whisper.

“Remember how nervous he was when he finally asked you out? He wouldn’t stop asking us for advice on how to do it and then followed none of it.” Wanda added.

It was another Sunday morning at the compound. Nothing weird or off about it. You sat comfortably on a stool by the kitchen island in your PJ’s, eating cereal and scrolling through your phone. 

Bucky walked in, rubbing his eyes and yawning, not noticing you watching him move about. He filled his favorite mug with coffee and took a muffin from a tray set out. With a sigh, he sipped his coffee and pulled out a chair across from you. He put his mug down and looked up. A tiny scream escaped his lips when he saw you and you couldn’t contain your laughs. “Y/N. Hey, um, good morning. I, uh, didn’t see you there.” 

All through breakfast, you watched him silently twitch and shift uncomfortably. You finished your cereal, washed your plate, then left the kitchen. Maybe you’d go out and get a dress for that gala thing Tony was making everyone go to. ‘A red one’, you thought, ‘maybe Bucky will pick up on the hints and-’

Bucky’s voice called out your name behind you, bringing you out of your thoughts.

When you turned, Bucky caught up to you looking like he regretted it. His flesh hand came up to scratch his neck nervously. He opened and closed his mouth, searching his mouth for what to say. “Um, so, uh, You know th-that gala thing Tony w-want us to go to?” You nodded and he swallowed, taking a deep breath. 

“Iwaswonderingifyou’dwanttogowithme.” He said all in one breath. You laughed lightly.

“What? Can you say that again please Bucky? A little slower this time?” 

He took a deep breath, “I was wondering. I-if you would l-like to go to that gala. W-with me. Like a date. Y-ya know, t-together.” His eyes met yours and a broad smile spread over your lips. 

You stepped forward to him and pulled him in for a deep kiss. After a moment he kissed you back and pulled you against him. “So is that a yes…?” He said against your lips. You pulled back and giggled.

“Yeah, Buck. It’s a yes.” He beamed (to put it lightly) and leaned in to kiss you again.

“Don’t forget when he told you he loved you. On your fourth date.”

You and Bucky walked down the street from the ice cream place. Your dress shone under the street lights. You licked and bit your ice cream cone until there was nothing left. You turned to Bucky, laughing at what what he was saying. “Hold on, you got ice cream on your chin.” He said. Instead of wiping it off with his thumb or a napkin, he opted for kissing you clean. You giggled as he kissed and licked your chin, then trailing along your jaw. Your face was scrunched up happily when he came up again. 

“You are so cute. Ugh, I love you.” His voice was barely above a whisper but he knew you had heard it. His eyes widened and he winced slightly. “You, um, you don’t need to say it back. Uh, I know it hasn’t been long but, I meant it. I love you Y/N.” 

You stood pleasantly shocked. You kissed him softly before saying, “I know. I love you too.” Of all the things he could have expected you to say, ‘I love you too’ was not one of them. Not that he had any objections.

“And his proposal.” Wanda laughed, “He planned that for weeks!”

“Where are we going? Bucky come on!” You whined.

“You’ll see. We’re almost there. Stop pouting.” He pecked your lips quickly, making you smile. “That’s my girl.”

“You better not be taking me out to the middle of fucking nowhere to kill me, James Barnes.” He rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“Whoops, you caught me! I’m taking you, my girlfriend who I love more than anything, into the woods to kill you. When I know we both have trackers and everyone knows we left the compound together.” The sarcasm was practically dripping from his words. A moment of silence was followed by a fit of laughter from both of you. “Ok, we’re here.” He took your blindfold (that has more than one use when it comes to you two) off and you gasped at the sight in front of you. You were literally in the middle of nowhere. Trees were in every direction, but just ahead was a clearing, the sun lit up the small circle. A plaid blanket was spread out in the center, with a cute picnic basket on it and some pillows. 

“Bucky! This is incredible! When did you have time to set this up? Or find this place?” 

“Nat and Steve just left, they texted me that everything was ready like two minutes ago. And remember when Tony gave Sams wings an upgrade and Sam went flying for like two hours? Yeah he stopped to rest or something and he found this. Hey, lets eat, i know you’re starving.” As if on queue, your stomach growled loudly. 

“Yeah that’s probably a good idea. So what’d you bring?” You said as you sat down and fixed your sundress.

“Well,” Bucky started, “Two days ago you said you would kill for a burger and fries. Sooo…” He opened the basket to reveal bags of Mcdonalds, “I had Steve and Nat pick some up for us.” You practically lunged at him. He landed on his back and you laughed gleefully. Ugh, you loved him so much. You peppered him with little kisses and thanked him repeatedly. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you, I love you, I love you!!! You. Are. The. Greatest.” He chuckled at your excitement. You got off of him and started stuffing your face, moaning at the first bite. 

By the time you were full, you found yourself laying down on the blanket, your head in Buckys lap as he read softly to you. He stopped at the end of a chapter. “Doll, would you mind getting my phone for me? I think it’s somewhere over there.”

“Mhm. Gimme a kiss first.” You demanded. He let out an exaggerated sigh as if it was a chore. With a grin on his face, he leaned down to give you a chaste kiss on the lips. You hummed contently and jumped up. You took a few steps over to his phone, picking it up. “Why’d it end up over here.” Little did you know he’d done that on purpose. 

When you turned and stepped towards him, you raised your head to look at him. Your jaw dropped to the floor and a loud gasp escaped you. You dropped Bucky’s phone and threw your hands over your mouth when you saw him on one knee in front of you. 

“Y/N. The moment is saw you, I swear I was a goner. I’ve loved you since the beginning. Before you, if someone had asked me if love at first sight was real, I would have said ‘hell no’. But here we are. But I never thought that you’d love me too. When you told me you loved me, I think my heart stopped and started up again. And everytime you say it or kiss me, I feel like the luckiest bastard alive. There’s only one thing that would make that 100% true though. So, will you make me the happiest, luckiest, man in the universe, and marry me?”

He opened the small box in his hands and you nodded hysterically, tears streaming down your face. “Yes, yes, yes! Of course!” Your hand shook uncontrollably as he took it and slid the ring onto your finger. A perfect fit. Nothing could possibly ruin your happiness or wipe the smile off your face. Bucky wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in tight for a hug. Your arms snaked around his neck, and you admired the beautiful ring on your finger. 

You were both laughing softly as you moved to kiss. Out from behind the trees came everyone. The whole team was there congratulating you. Peter and MJ stood a bit behind, cameras in hand capturing every perfect moment. 

That same happy smile was back on your face from just thinking about that day. Tears of joy pooled in your eyes knowing that in less than an hour, you’d at long last be Mrs. Y/N Barnes. You blinked them away quickly so as to not mess up your makeup. 

“There’s that smile.” Said Nat softly. A knock from the door made the six heads in the room turn. 

“I’ll see who it is.” Hope said. You watched as she opened the door slightly and immediately said, ‘NOPE. Bad luck.” before closing it again. 

“C’mon! Please Hope! I have a blindfold and I can walk in backwards! I just really gotta talk to her. Just five minutes, I promise!” Came Bucky’s voice. She looked at you with a question in her eyes. You grabbed a piece of scarf and wrapped it around your head. 

“Let him in. Wait outside, all of you. And no eavesdropping!” You listened as Nat, Wanda, Hope, Valkyrie, and Morgan left the room. Your back faced the door just in case of anything. Someone guided him to you and you laced your fingers with his as you stood back to back.

“Hey.”

“Hey. What are you doing here, you know it’s bad luck.” 

“I know, I know. I just had to talk to you before the ceremony. Can you believe it’s finally time?!” His voice was electric with excitement, then turned calm and soft again, “I wanted to make sure you weren’t freaking out or worrying about everything.” He knew you so well.

“I was.” You laughed. “Then the girls made me think about how far we’ve come. Our good moments together.”

“Yeah. Can you believe it’s been two years already?”

“To be honest, no. Ya know what they say: ‘Time flies when you’re having fun’. So is everything ready? Nothing’s gone wrong or anything right?” Your voice went higher towards the end of your sentence. 

“No. Nothing’s wrong. Please stop worrying. I just went to check on everything and it all looks wonderful. The flowers are all where they need to be, decorations are in place, the cake is great, everything is great. Just half and hour and you’ll be my wife.”

You squealed happily. “I know! If only time could go by faster! I can’t wait another second to officially be Mrs.Barnes!”

“Me neither. I can’t wait to see you. In your dress… And without it t-” The doors burst open before Bucky could get another word in.

“Ok. That’s it. Let’s go. Get outta here.” You gave Bucky’s hand one last squeeze before the girls dragged him out.

*

You adjusted your dress, took a deep breath, and took your father’s arm. The doors in front of you opened one more time and you walked through them slowly. You lifted your head and as soon as your eyes settled on Bucky, whose back was facing you, everything stopped. You saw as his shoulders rose and fell before he turned and saw you. 

You tuned out the gasps, the music, the whispers, and all the people. All you could see, was him. You saw him take a sharp breath when he saw you. Even from where you were, you saw the tears welling in his eyes. He didn’t even try hiding them or blinking them away.  This only spurred on yours and made them stream freely down your cheeks. Thank god your makeup was waterproof.

Then, you were standing in front of Bucky, both of you beaming. You scarcely heard what the officiant was saying, and only registered when Bucky was asked to recite his vows. 

“Wow. What to say? Growing up in the 40’s, I had an idea of what my life would be like. Before the war, my dream was to eventually settle down with a nice, calm girl and maybe have some kids. When the war broke out, I was sure that I’d die out there. For so long, I’d hoped that I would. Then, after everything that happened to me, I never thought I could have that. At best, my dream became to live out my days making up for everything I’ve done and all the time I’ve lost. But then I met you. You: the most beautiful, sassy, adventurous, insanely smart, fiery, spontaneous, strong, fun, cheeky, and confident woman who I’ve ever met. The one I fell in love with. Since then, I know that my dream wouldn’t be complete without you in it. I’m so happy that you chose me, and that my dream is becoming a reality. So I promise to be the best man I can be, to love you forever, and to be your partner in everything. I love you. Let’s do this.” 

His words were almost whispers as he finished. Your hand reached up to wipe away the tears that had fallen. 

“Bucky. I can’t possibly top that.” Laughter filled the space around you in a reminder that it wasn’t just you and him. 

“All i can say, is that you have changed my life. Without you, I don’t know where I would be right now. You have saved me; literally and figuratively. I feel at home when I’m with you, because I am. I’ve been happier these past two years with you that I ever had been. You complete me. You’re my other half I never thought I’d find. You are quite possibly my favorite person. Actually, you totally are, without question. I’m so glad I met you. And so excited to start this new chapter by your side. I vow to take care of you, and be there for you even if, and most especially when that means getting into trouble together. I can’t wait to love you for the rest of my life. So yeah… Let’s do this.”

The rest of the ceremony blurs together with the stormy blue of Bucky’s eyes. You snapped back to reality when you heard: “I now pronounce you husband and wife… You may now kiss the bride.” And oh he definitely did. Very, very thoroughly. 

You broke apart grinning ear-to-ear as the cheers and whoops electrified the air around you. Your forehead was on his and you looked into each others eyes. “Hello Mrs. Barnes. Have I ever mentioned I love you?”

“I think you might have once or twice, Mr. Barnes. You should probably spend the rest of your life reminding me though. Just to make sure.”

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