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is-it-madness · 3 years

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Metal Fingers

A/N 1: This fic is for my lovely beta/bestie @wowjeena Heyyo, would you be up to writing a soulmate au with Bucky? You can choose which type of soulmate au but can you make the reader a normal person (so not an Avenger or anything related)?? Thanks girl and if you don’t wanna that’s chill 👉🏼👉🏼 So... it’s not exactly a soulmate au, but I hope this is okay instead ☺️💜💜 I’m also so sorry it took so long. I hope you like it, my dear.

A/N 2: The Bucky Barnes Exhibit states he was born in 1916, but at the bottom where it gives his life span, it says he was born in 1917. I googled it to find the correct year, and it said 1917… I don’t know what to do with that information, other than to tell you guys there’s a mistake in the movie.

A/N 3: I apparently couldn’t make this a one shot, so it’ll be a multi part story. I’m aiming between 3-5 parts

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x single mom!reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k+

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Part 1

A Fallen Comrade.

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Born in 1916, Barnes grew up the oldest child of four. An excellent athlete who also excelled in the classroom. Barnes enlisted in the Army shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor. After winter training at Camp McCoy, Wisconsin, Barnes and the rest of the 107th shipped out to the Italian front. Captured by Hydra troops later that fall, Barnes endured long periods of isolation, deprivation and torture. But his will was strong. In an ironic twist of fate, his prison camp was liberated by none other than his childhood friend, Steve Rogers, now Captain America.

Reunited, Barnes and Rogers led Captain America’s newly formed unit, The Howling Commandos. Barnes’ marksmanship was invaluable as Rogers and his team destroyed Hydra bases and disrupted Nazi troop movements throughout the European Theater.

He knew these words. He read and reread them dozens— if not hundreds— of times. He wrote them down in every one of his notebooks as he was scrapping, searching for his memories that were just out of his reach. He could nearly taste them. They fluttered teasingly in front of him: close, but not close enough for him to snatch out of the air of uncertainty.

He pulled a fresh notebook from his bag and a pencil, worried away from teeth and words.

Start with what you know…

My name is James Buchanan Barnes. I was taken captive by Hydra and was used by them. I know a man named Steve. He was my friend.

He trailed off. This is where he always was left floating in a sea of not knowing. He was left grasping for more. He was a starved man, empty without his memories. The few he managed to uncover did little to tide him over from insanity. He bit at that familiar indentation on his pencil, trying to think of something, anything at this point that was more than those four simple sentences he’s written everyday for the past several weeks. Sighing and pulling his baseball cap lower in frustration, Bucky returned his supplies to his bag, stood, and swung it over his right shoulder. Eyes low, and clutching his bag, Bucky made his way towards the exit of the crowded museum. Ever since the Potomac, this section of the Smithsonian was more packed than usual.

Nearly there. Nearly there.

It was an understatement to say that Bucky Barnes didn’t like crowded areas. Too many bodies, pressing, and pushing against each other, loud noises, pointless conversations discussing mundane things.

Nearly there. Nearly ther—

“Oof!”

He wouldn’t have noticed the boy that ran into him if his bag hadn’t slipped from his hand, spilling out the contents onto the floor. Bucky hurriedly crouched to retrieve his precious memories. He barely registers the boy picking up the items that had strayed a bit further.

“Here you go Mister! I’m sorry for bumping into you like that.”

Bucky silently takes his belongings back from the little boy standing in front of him.

Bucky unintentionally begins to analyze him.

Probably seven or eight. Bright eyes. Tousled hair. Skinny. Doesn’t clear 100 pounds soaking.

He shakes his head. Stop. No more.

“Whoa, cool! Metal fingers!!”

Bucky quickly retracts his fingerless-gloved hand.

The boy pulls his hand from his sweatshirt pocket. “Yours are cooler, but I have metal fingers too! Well, actually it’s a metal arm because the doctors had to get rid of my real one because I got hurt super bad, but I think it’s really cool.”

The boy said this all extremely fast, Bucky had to blink a few times to register what he had said. A compliment? For his hand? A hand that’s maimed, killed, and caused so many people to suffer?

“Uh… I… I have a metal arm too.”

The little boy’s eyes widened even more. He wasn’t sure what made him do it, but Bucky took off his glove and showed it to the boy.

He took Bucky’s hand in his and stared at it, looking back and forth at Bucky’s hand and his. Bucky stood there stiffly, unsure how to respond. The boy looked up at Bucky solemnly.

“Do you have super powers?” he whispered.

Bucky couldn’t help but crack a smile at his seriousness, but before he could answer, a woman came running through the crowd.

“Noah!”

The boy turned to give her a lopsided grin. “Hi Mom!”

“How many times have I told you to stay by my side, young man?”

The boy, Noah, dropped Bucky’s hand and took a step closer to the woman. “Sorry. But Mom!”

A raised brow silenced Noah. The woman looked up at Bucky.

“I’m so sorry if he was bothering you. He’s very social.”

Bucky forgot how to speak for a minute. The woman standing in front of him was… well, he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as her. Bright, sparkling eyes confirming where Noah got his from, a soft voice, and a sweet smile.

“Oh, uh, no. I mean, he is. I mean‒” When was the last time he had gotten tongue-tied?

Bucky cleared his throat, forced himself to try to ignore the sweet smile that was widening, and tried again. “He wasn’t bothering me. We were just talking about‒”

“His metal arm! Look at it, Mom!” Noah hurries back to Bucky’s side and holds his mechanical hand. “Look how awesome it is! And it’s huge!” He started poking Bucky’s upper arm and gasps. “And so are his muscles!! I bet he could crush anything!”

Noah began miming picking up heavy objects or crushing imaginary things, complete with sound effects. Bucky doesn’t miss Noah’s mother’s eyes widen slightly when Noah pointed out how massive his biceps are.

“Noah, honey, why don’t we go check out the exhibit?”

“Oh yeah! Let’s go, Mom!” He nearly takes off again before giving his mother a sheepish smile.

“What did you do?”

“I… I turned our map into a paper airplane.”

“And?”

“And... it… flew out of my hands?”

“Mm hmm. I see. Well, I guess we’ll just have to come back another time.”

Noah gasps and clutches his mom’s hand. “No! Please Mom! Don’t do this to me!!”

Her laugh causes Bucky’s heart to skip a few beats, and it frustrates him that he doesn’t know why.

“Which exhibit are you looking for?”

Noah looks at Bucky and salutes. “We’re here to see the Mister Captain America exhibit.”

“I could take you guys there.”

What. On earth. Gave him that idea?!

“Woo! Let’s‒”

Noah’s cheer was cut off by his mother. “Oh, no that’s okay. I’m sure you’re busy and you probably have something to get to you.”

She’s right… Why did I even offer in the first place? I can’t‒

“It’s not a problem. I was heading over there right now actually.”

Jesus! What’s wrong with me?

Noah grabbed his mother’s hand and followed Bucky to the famed exhibit.

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“So, I take it Noah’s a fan of the Captain?”

The beautiful lady standing next to him nodded. “Yeah, Noah loves him; really looks up to him.”

“Makes sense, he’s a good guy.”

“Sounds like you’ve met him before.”

“You could say that.”

They were pulled away from their conversation when Noah ran up to them, grinning.

“Mom! Look how skinny Steve was! And, and his friend? Um… Bucky? Yeah! Bucky! He would always help Steve out because Steve would always get in fights! So Bucky would come and have to save him!”

Noah then proceeded to animatedly tell his audience how Steve became the Captain and fought in the War. When he went to go read the display in front of Steve’s motorcycle, Bucky turned back to the woman.

“Is this his first time here?”

She nodded and smiled. “I promised I would take him when I had a day off. He’s been waiting for weeks.”

A pause.

“How ‘bout you?”

“What?” Damn that smile! He got distracted.

“I take it this isn’t your first time here?”

“No, ma’am.”

Her giggle caused his firm expression to slip into a small smile.

Bucky spent the rest of the afternoon showing Noah around. He learned that Noah and his mother had been in a terrible car accident two years before. The injuries Noah sustained to his right arm were irreversible, thus leading to an amputation, a prosthetic arm, and even though she didn’t say, expensive medical bills burdened on his mother.

When the museum closed, Noah was asking his mother when they’d be able to return.

“I’m not sure baby. How about next weekend?”

Noah did a little dance showing his affirmation. Then he looked at Bucky.

“Will you be here too, Mr. James?”

“Uh, yeah sure kid. I’ll be here.”

Noah fist pumped as his mother said goodbye to Bucky.

~~~

Holy shit. Holy shit!

You had been trying to keep your cool ever since you found Noah with James. You were eating dinner and you still hadn’t gotten over him. That man was fucking stunning. Blue, blue eyes that were filled with such sorrow, a smile that made your insides flutter, and a deep voice you were willing to listen to for hours on end. Soft and sonorous. And he was so sweet and kind with Noah. That alone had you taking a liking to him.

“Mom?! Mom!”

“Oh— sorry, baby. What’s wrong?”

“Thanks for taking me to the museum.”

You ruffle his hair. “Thanks for being so patient for me.”

He smiles as he shovels pasta into his mouth.

~~~

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years

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Sleep tight

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, home invasion, non-consensual drug use, allusion to kidnapping.

Words: 4163.

Summary: You know someone tried to break into your apartment, but no one believes you since you live in the very same building as famous Captain America. Who is willing to risk it?

P.S. Inspired by the Door Lock.

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You were coming back from work late again, carrying a paper bag with fresh chicken nuggets, French fries and two butter croissants you intended to leave for the morning. It was your little ritual - every time you worked long hours you went to buy some fast food afterwards instead of cooking youself a dinner. You had neither strength nor desire to spend your evening in the kitchen.

Funny, you thought, how many people were walking the same street as you, and you felt like you were alone in the whole world, nonetheless. Every day was exactly the same: you were waking up feeling groggy and exhausted, making youself coffee and leaving for work where you spent most of your time; you looked for excuses to stay late just because you didn't want to come back to your empty apartment where it was always eerie silent. Then you read some book you ordered from Amazon or Indigo, had a glass of water and went to sleep. Your life was like an endless limbo or a time loop.

Watching a few school girls giggling and taking out there cellphones and cameras, you sighed. That poor Steve Rogers living the same building as you had it much, much worse. At least you didn't have any crazy fans following you and making photos of your windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

"Hey you there! What are you doing?" Someone's grumpy voice cut through the silence, and all those girls suddenly ran, laughing nervously and clenching their cameras.

It was one of your neighbors, a man in his 60s who was living two floors beneath yours, who walked to the building with a grocery bag in his hand.

"I swear to God next time I'm gonna take their phones and call their parents right away!" He grunted, shaking his bold head.

"I'll be there to give you a hand, Mr. Jones." You smiled at him, and he let out a chuckle, opening the door for you. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, dear."

Well, today wasn't that bad. Those girls couldn't do much harm. You remembered the day when you saw huge scary men dressed in black walking the corridor to Captain's apartment - it was way more frightening than a couple of silly students making photos of his balkony. But, regardless of how dangerous it could be to live so close to probably America's most famous superhero, the rent was doubled in a week and became three times higher in two months. You were lucky your landlady was a very compassionate woman who didn't raise the price immediately after he moved in this building.

Opening the door to your apartment with a key, you took off your shoes and put the bag on a little side table. God, you wanted to sleep so bad.

Barely eating a few nuggets you went to bed without opening the new book you bought.

The next morning you didn't feel much better, though. It was like you went to bed at 5 am instead of retiring early. Your mind was hazy. You were almost squiffy though you hadn't been drinking alcohol for a month or so.

Damn, you needed to do something about that lifestyle of yours. It was obviously unhealthy.

You spent one more day in the office doing useless work no one cared about. Coming back home felt as lonely as never before, and you almost cried in the dark before taking a hold of yourself and entering the building. There were no girls with the cameras today.

Laying on your bed, you stared at the glass of water on your nightstand. You didn't even remember refilling it in the morning. How much did you remember at all before arriving at work?

Oh no, you weren't going to live like that anymore. No more working overtime. No more fast food. No more weeping in your room with the lights off. You were a decent human being who didn't deserve to live like a recluse. Tomorrow evening you were going to dress up and go for a glass of wine in that little restaurant you were passing by every day. And in the weekend it would be good to give a call to your cousin and ask for a visit.

You hummed, looking at the clock glimming in the darkness of the room. It was already midnight, but you didn't feel even a bit sleepy. It was odd. Staring at the ceiling, you tried counting sheep but failed miserably after two hundreds. It was then when you heard someone's footsteps behind your door and chewed your lips. Was it Mrs. Abebe who lived next to you? She was never coming that late. Not that you remembered.

You were probably imagining things since the sound of footsteps died, but you didn't hear anyone opening the door or, in fact, moving at all. You were simply tired from all that stress.

That was what you were thinking when you heard someone inserting the key into your lock. You stilled, your eyes almost popping out of the sockets. What was happening? What was that?

Then the sound of the lock opening made you jump.

"Who is that?!" You screamed at the top of your voice and grabbed the lamp from your nightstand. "Who's there?!"

Then everything went silent once again, the door still closed in front of you. You couldn't hear any footsteps, couldn't feel anyone's presence just behind the door as if no one tried to force it open just a few seconds ago. You didn't know how much time you spent standing there, a heavy lamp in your hands to strike down the intruder, but no one had opened the door.

In the end, you clenched your teeth and slowly moved forward, pressing your ear to the cold metal - there were no sounds coming behind it whatsoever. Then you glanced through the peephole and saw only a row of doors just like yours. The stranger was gone.

You couldn't sleep after that, of course. You locked the door again, moved your heavy drawer to block it, and started calling the cops. Whoever was it, a thief or some creep, you didn't want to sit there and wait when someone gonna break into your apartment.

Police did nothing, of course. There were no cameras in the corridor to check whether someone was truly walking there, and, except that, they could help little with your situation. The camera outside showed no one entering the building, too.

In fact, they were so skeptical after hearing your story they almost made you cry. Why would anyone want to break in? You had pretty much nothing valuable except for a few gadgets and a little bit of money.

"No one would risk coming close to the place where Steve Rogers lives, ma'am," one of the cops informed you, irritated at your persistence. "You probably imagined it in your sleep."

No, you didn't. You heard it with your own ears, and no policeman could make you doubt that. You didn't care whether that freak was afraid of Steve Rogers, you just needed to be safe.

Next morning you didn't go to work. Instead you called a locksmith company and looked through all those smart lock that cost a fortune, but they were so much better than the pathetic one you had. The guy you were speaking to informed you that, actually, you story wasn't uncommon - New York was full of burglars. He calmed you down a bit by saying that it was probably some rookie who didn't ever hear about Captain America living in the same building.

The smart keyless lock you got installed was pricey but offered a great protection, the guy claimed. As you still shook from what happened earlier, you called your cousin, nevertheless, and went to live in her place for the whole week. Just thinking of what could happen to you that night brought you nightmares.

Who was that? What did that person need from you? Was he really hoping to get anything valuable without even knowing who lived there? Why did they come at night and not during the day when you were at work? God, you were scared to learn the answers.

You were no longer walking the streets alone as your kind cousin brought you to and off work, watching that no one was following you. It was a great relief to know there were no scary dudes around, but you couldn't be calm still. You barely slept at night.

Your cousin was too worried to let you go and live by yourself again even with the new lock installed, so you decided to stay with her for one more week. You just needed to get a few more things from your apartment since last time you left in haste. Of course, you didn't go there alone, your cousin and two of her male friends coming with you just in case something was to happen.

You screamed when you saw your new lock smashed to pieces, its black plastic parts laying on the floor right in front of your door.

This time police couldn't say anything about you imagining things, and the investigation had finally started. What scared you even more was that Mrs. Abebe had sweared the lock was in perfect condition when she returned home yesterday, and she didn't hear anything at all last night, a few other neighbors saying the same. No one knew how it happened and who could it be.

"But I just don't understand how could someone try this right under Captain's nose." One of the policemen huffed and puffed.

"Steven Rogers has been on a mission since last week." A woman said angrily, watching the guy with disgust. You vaguely remembered her name was Kate and she lived on the same floor as Steve. "Please don't tell me you need Captain America just to make you do your job."

With so many people expecting someone to break into their homes and fearing for their lives, it was easier to demand installing cameras in the corridors everywhere in the building. More than that, a few cameras were installed in your apartment too. A new biometric lock was now attached to your door, but you weren't sure it could keep you safe. It all felt unreal.

Of course, you were living with your cousin. She not only didn't protest against it, but refused to let you go anywhere at all. The only place you were still coming to was the office your worked in, and she was bringing you there and driving you home all the time.

The police said that the criminal didn't leave any fingerprints anywhere, and, most importantly, they didn't see any stranger entering the house the day your lock was smashed. It probably meant it was someone who stayed in the building. When they said that, Mrs. Abebe moved out the apartment the very same day and came to live with her son. You felt both pity and guilt. If you weren't there, she could live in that place peacefully like before.

Although the stranger didn't show up, the old policeman handling your case said something was very wrong there, he could feel it in his bones. This person wasn't a simple burglar, for sure. Although the policeman asked you to come back to your apartment - of course, under the watchful eyes of his team ready to defend you - to somehow provoke the criminal, you didn't agree. You valued your life too much to become a bait.

You just wanted to keep living with your cousin, especially when you were finally able to sleep again. You still felt groggy after, but you didn't consider it too important after all that happened to you.

However, you had to change your mind when one day you woke up and saw the toilet seat up. There was no man living at your cousin's place, and she didn't let anyone come over for a week at least.

The stranger had found you. He sneaked into the house all the same like before, but now it was also your cousin's life at stake, not just yours.

You cried and wept and prayed until you were a complete mess, your head heavy from the shouting. It wasn't a burglar who followed you - it was a stalker. The policemen were deeply concerned with the truth, but they gave you hope - stalkers rarely left their victim under such circumstances, and they were most certain they would capture the intruder the next time this psycho showed up.

You agreed to return to your old apartment. What else was there to do to keep your dear cousin safe?

It was as empty and silent as before, but now the atmosphere turned sinister. You were afraid to touch your own things, thinking of the sick bastard who touched them - the one who touched you in your sleep. No one had told you about it, but you were certain this person had been there with you many times before you caught him. Your routine had been very much the same during the whole year, and they knew it and used it to their advantage. Your stalker had seen you, touched you, done something to you. He was there all the time, and you didn't know. The cameras police installed showed everything that was happening in the apartment except for bathroom, so you tried to avoid going there as much as you could. Yes, you were on display all the time, but you weren't ashamed. You were ecstatic that cops were watching you every goddamn second.

When it was time to get to bed, you were too nervous. The police expected your stalker to show up, and although you had acquired the gun, you didn't feel safe even the slightest bit. Holding the heavy piece of metal in your shaking hand, you gulped down water from the glass and layed on the bed, watching the door. No one would hurt you. You had a gun, a group of cops waiting right next door, and your cousin who rented a room in a hotel next to your building. You were safe. You just had to stay awake before this sick motherfucker showed up.

But when he did, you slept very soundly with your head on the pullow, your gun on the bed sheets close to you.

When you woke up, that morning became your worst nightmare. Your gun was gone. The toilet seat was up again.

How outrageous you had been when you found out all your supposed guards had fallen asleep last night, drugged by something they didn't even know. Of course, there was nothing on the cameras. In fact, there were no cameras left in your apartment and the corridor whatsoever because your stalker had them all removed without even showing himself. How did they do it? What superhuman being did they had to be to twist both the police and you around their finger?

Well, maybe it was exactly the case. This intruder was too extraordinary. What if it wasn't you they were after? What if they were really trying to challenge Captain's America authority? And you were just unlucky enough to become a victim. You were picked most likely because you had a routine you had been following for a long time, and it made you an easy target. In the end, this intruder didn't rape you. He didn't hurt you. He didn't steal from you. He was coming to, what, lay close to you on the bed? Put up a toilet seat? No, it wasn't your attention he was after. He wanted to be acknowledged by the hero everyone was crazy about. Maybe he was like those girls who kept making the photos of Steve's balkony.

Once the realization hit you, everything became so much better. If he wanted the attention of Captain America, he would get it, Kate had assured you. How did she discover what was happening and how she could make him aware of your situation you didn't know, but soon those scary men dressed in black were walking the corridors of the building instead of policemen. Cameras were set up again while you were guarded at all times. Captain was returning tomorrow, you were told.

They wanted you to stay in the apartment, still. Actually, they clearly implied that you'd be put there regardless of your own wish because it was for the best. They were not some incompetent policemen, they said. You'd be protected regardless of what was going to happen to your stalker. This time you were ready to believe them - these guys looked like they could crack man's skull with just one hand - but your cousin insisted you had to do something, too. Funny enough, she gave you a teddy bear and told there's camera inside it. You could see everything it recorded with your phone.

Well, it couldn't hurt, could it? You placed the bear on one of the shelves just to make her feel better.

But nothing happened during the night. For some reason, you slept like a rock again, but there was no indication the intruder had been in your apartment. You called your new guards, and they confirmed everything was clear. They were confused with your sleeping habits, though. It was odd you could sleep so soundly during such moments.

Well, maybe that was it. Captain America was coming today, and now the intruder knew they were going to have his full attention. Maybe it was enough for them, and you would be set free after all those weeks of torture.

"I still can't believe he didn't show up last night." You said nervously and wiped your forehead with the back of your hand. "I know it's stupid, but I feel like someone's going to jump at me when I'll be leaving the building."

"It's not stupid." Your cousin sounded concerned. "You're the bravest person I've ever met. I'd ask all those guys to go fuck themselves if they wanted me to spend one more minute in that place."

"I know, I know." You forced a smile as if she could see you. "But nothing happened, you see? I really think that... person wanted Captain, not me."

"You can't know it for sure, honey. You have to be careful before they catch that motherfucker, ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. I promise."

"Good. I'm going to buy some food, so I'll give you a call in half an hour."

"Sure! Please take care too."

"Of course!"

She hung up, and you were left alone with your thoughts again. You stared down your phone, thinking about all the things that happened to you. You wanted to know who was doing it to you more than anything else. Who was that person? The police said it was most likely to be a man in his thirties. What was his name? How did he look? What made him do all these things to you? Did he mock you for your stupidity when you didn't even realize he was always so close to you all that time?

Rubbing your eyes, you thought of the cameras and that teddy bear sitting on a shelf. Suddenly, you got curious how you looked in your sleep, what that intruder saw when he entered your apartment late at night. You opened the app on your phone without a second thought and pressed your finger to the screen to see the recording.

It was peaceful. You didn't snore and didn't move on the bed, laying there as if you were dead. Your drool wasn't running onto the pillow, and you were oddly glad you almost looked like a sleeping beauty. Well, at least at night your face didn't look so tired.

Then you saw the door on your screen moving. You chocked on air, staring at the tall muscular man entering your apartment so carelessly like he lived here too. What was this? How could it happen? They said no one entered your apartment last night. They said no one was even close to your door!

The man was wearing a cap that didn't allow you to look at his face, a dark blue bomber and jeans flattering his muscular figure. He was even bigger than those men guarding you, and you gasped when he stared directly into the camera as if he knew there was one in the teddy bear your cousin brought. But nothing shocked you as much as the face of the stalker.

It was Steve Rogers, the very same Captain America everyone loved and respected. He took of his shoes quietly and then left his bomber on the rack. When he turned his face to the camera, he was smiling and walking closer to it slowly like a predator knowing its prey couldn't escape.

He took the stuffed animal in his hands and brought it closer.

"I'm so glad you're watching, honey."

You whimpered, a tear running down your face. No, it couldn't be true. It just couldn't. He was supposed to be the hero, not some deranged stalker ruining your life.

"Sorry for being later than usual, but you've made it a bit harder for me, you know that?" His smile was so sweet it could make you think he's talking to his fiancee, not some girl he was stalking for god knew how many months. "But don't worry, I'm not blaming you. I know it's been tough for you too, honey."

He glanced back at you sleeping on your bed and came closer to you. You held your breath and clamped a hand over your mouth in horror.

"It's actually my fault because I shouldn't be doing this before marrying you... but I just couldn't help myself. You're not mad at me, are you?" You realized he was laying down the bed with a teddy bear in his hand, and then you saw him kissing your forehead. "I know you're not. Thank you, sweetheart."

Looking at your phone with terrified and tearful eyes, you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, but something inside you forced you to keep watching when Steve had gently lowered the straps of your top and planted an open-mouthed kiss on your neck, massaging your breast. You wanted to drop the phone to the floor, to throw it out the window, to break it against the wall, yet all you did was gawking at the recording with watery eyes and sobbing. He was insane. You saw it in his eyes - he wasn't going to question his own actions. Steve Rogers was sure he did the right thing when he broke into your apartment.

"You probably gonna have some questions when you'll see the recording." He continued as he put the toy on the bed to make you see better all the things he was doing to you. "You have never woken up at night because I've been giving you some medicine, but don't worry, it's perfectly organic and doesn't do any harm to your body." You felt your stomach twisting. "Sometimes if you forgot to drink water from the glass I had to press a cloth dampened in chloroform to your face. I don't like doing it, so please remember to stay hydrated before going to bed, honey."

You wailed like a child, rubbing your eyes with one hand and having a phone in the other. Why was it happening to you? What had you done? You had never met Steve Rogers in the first place. How did he know about your mere existence?

"But I won't need to keep doing it since our honeymoon is so close. Once we get married, we won't have to do anything like that anymore. I know you're tired of waiting, and I'm sorry I couldn't make it earlier." He kissed the top of your head and inhaled the scent of your hair. "We'll be leaving tomorrow. As for tonight, you'd have to sleep alone, but I'll be right here with you, so please don't worry."

Confused, you saw him moving with the teddy bear in his hand - the man left your bed and put the straps of your top back on your shoulders, covering your body with a blanket. He kissed your cheek one last time before returning the stuffed animal to its place and putting his bomber and shoes back on, but then...

Then he layed down on the floor and got under your bed. Though you kept watching the recording, you saw nothing else before the sun rose and you started waking up finally. You played the video further on, but nothing was happening still except you walking out to meet those men who were supposed to keep you safe. When you came back, you ate your breakfast and called your cousin.

You dropped your phone on the bed and stared at your legs, shaking so much your knees were knocking together.

He was still waiting for you under your bed.

Part 2

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carol-effing-danvers · 3 years

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Steve Rogers is a Monster

Yeah, that’s a hell of a title, isn’t it? Strap in, it only gets worse from here.

(click here if you’d prefer to read this on AO3)

Forewarning, if you enjoyed the epilogue for Endgame, this particular essay is not for you - and no, I am not bashing the Steve/Peggy shippers, you are beautiful human beings who make the fandom brighter and I’m happy that at least someone in this fandom got the ending they wanted.

Additional warning: if you expect this to be another Civil War debate, you will also be disappointed. There has never been a measurement invented that can adequately describe how much I loathe the verbal dick measuring contest that seems to pass for human interaction between Tony Stark and Steve Rogers in this franchise. It’s not funny or entertaining - it’s exhausting, uncomfortable, and frankly it’s rather lazy writing.

This is about the very specific way that the epilogue in Endgame completely changed the way the character of Steve Rogers can be interpreted, and I don’t just mean the very illogical and contradictory way that time travel is explained, both in the movie itself and the fact that the writers and directors have two completely different views on how that worked out.

I mean that the choice made by Steve Rogers in the very last minutes of that movie alters the way I view each and every one of his actions starting from The First Avenger and that alteration is exactly what I want to talk about, because whether you view it as deserving or not, what Steve does at the conclusion of Endgame was the most selfish thing humanly possible. Time is a thief, but somehow Steve managed to steal even more than Time.

Side note here: I understand that I am a completely biased Stucky shipper, a friend to Barnes and Noble, a Starbucks aficionado - sorry. Anyway, I’ve always believed that Steve and Bucky were destined blah blah blah, but I was never expecting a Stucky ending. Disney wasn’t going to do that, and I knew that, I wasn’t bothered that Steve and Bucky weren’t doing the smoochies by the end. But Bucky’s facial expression during those last minutes was gut-wrenching. Like...I have no idea what kind of cues the script and directors gave him, but in the future, please don’t ask Sebastian Stan to look sad unless you want soul-crushing devastation. It’s not Seb’s fault, his features are just arranged that way - but the fact that the editing staff allowed Sam to be sad though elated to be entrusted with the Shield and Bucky looked like his soul was being physically torn out of his body was an… interesting choice.

Other side note: if you’re writing about time travel, I’m begging y’all to get your facts straight. Or just don’t write about time travel. It almost always sounds better on paper than it does on screen and it means that you’ve opened doors to more questions than you’ve probably got the answers for. I know this was about trying to set up the idea of the multiverse, I get that, but there were better and less messy ways to do that, and I know that because I’ve done it before. @Marvel: Let me write you a six-way orgy you fucking cowards~

By going back in time, Steve robbed Peggy of the future that would have been hers - not only that, he’s robbed her of even the chance of making the choice between those futures, because you honestly could not tell me with a straight face that Steve told her the complete truth of what he had done and she would be okay with him alternating the very course of the future. It doesn’t help his case that he has a history of not disclosing truths that he knows will be painful or inconvenient for other people in his life.

He robbed his loved ones - Sam, Bucky, Wanda - of the years they would have spent with him. Sure, he ‘came back’ after Peggy passed away, but they are adults in the prime of youth who knew him sixty years ago in his own time and he is an old, old man who has lived an entire life completely separated from them. He is practically a stranger with a name they know, but a history that no longer belongs to any of them - not even his oldest friend. They have him back, but judging from his age, they’ll be lucky to get even ten more years with him. Assuming of course, that any of them can stand to speak to him - I certainly couldn’t blame them if they tell him to go to hell and take his dad jokes with him.

Steve has stolen away their friend and dropped off an elderly and dying near-stranger in his place, and this is treated by the writing (and the majority of the acting) as a wild and unexpected but not tragic event.

Is it really that unexpected, though?

I recall seeing a Game of Thrones essay on Daenerys across my dash (I’m sorry, love, I don’t recall who you are since it’s not a fandom I’m in, but if someone knows who wrote that, please post the link!) which detailed how her ending in the series was foreshadowed many times by her penchant for bloody killings and her habit of surrounding herself with her own fawning friends.

Months after reading that, I had the thought: though Steve is never really shown thinking about Peggy after Civil War, except in a few scattered scenes in Endgame, was this foreshadowed? Whether you believe that his actions are justified or not, what Steve does is still, in the end, selfish at its very heart, and Steve Rogers is not a selfish person.

Oh no, my dear friends and readers. Because taking this action has solidified and clarified Steve Rogers as the biggest and most selfish asshole in this whole universe.

Steve does not do the right thing, Steve does the thing that will most make him feel better. The fact that this often happens to be the right thing in the end is more the result of happy coincidence than any special sort of moral authority that the man holds.

Rescuing Bucky Barnes and his fellow captives in a prisoner of war camp from being experimented on by an insane Nazi eugenicist? That was not a moral stand, that was endangering himself, Peggy Carter, and Howard Stark because he couldn’t handle the reality of his best friend being killed in war.

Sacrificing himself by putting the Valkyrie down in the Arctic Circle? That was not about sparing human lives, that was about Steve seeing his friend die right in front of him and not being able to deal with the grief. There were ways he could’ve prevented the plane from killing people without killing himself.

Trying to make Bucky remember who he was? And later on, saving him from the government agencies who wanted to hunt him down? Although, arguably, that last one is also just good common sense - Steve was already shown that government agencies could and were corrupted by HYDRA and he’d also seen how dangerous the Winter Soldier could be when unleashed.

Steve did, I think, truly believe that this was the right thing to do, but it was also about keeping his connection - his very last, since Peggy had descended into dementia caused by Alzheimer’s before she ultimately died - to a past that for him, was only months or years ago, rather than decades. In some ways, this is completely understandable - Bucky might be the very last person left alive who truly knows who the real Steve Rogers is, because the rest of these people only know Captain America and we are consistently shown through multiple movies how uncomfortable this makes him.

This gets...considerably less and less understandable as we are shown Steve’s growing relationships with Natasha, Sam, Wanda - even Sharon, though she barely gets any screen time and they share the most awkward kiss I’ve ever seen - and indeed, what might be the most uncomfortable kiss in cinema history.

Side Note 3: This is made even more awkward by the director’s choice to have two of Steve’s friends watching them the whole time - seriously, who even does that? Why would you make them do that? Only sociopaths make out with their friends staring at them like that. It’s so fucking creepy - and don’t even get me fucking started on the fact that she’s also apparently his own niece. AHHHHH!

But we are shown, over and over again, that Steve is capable of building close meaningful relationships with people in the present. They don’t know his whole history, but they do know Steve Rogers rather than Captain America and they care about him deeply.

Side Note 4: Notice that I don’t count Tony Stark among those people - despite this strangely persistent narrative that the various writers and directors tried to sell to the audience, Tony and Steve were not friends. They were never friends. They were colleagues at best, but these were two men who neither liked nor understood each other very well, but had to work together. And sometimes that’s okay, too. (Oh dear, I just gave the Stony fans a fit too, didn’t I? Sorry, guys. Enemies to Lovers is a great trope, I support you!)

But let’s set aside Steve’s gross betrayal of the people who loved him. We’ll also ignore the question of whether the motive for these good actions has tainted the actions themselves. Because even without questioning these, the conclusion of this story arc still transforms Steve into the biggest monster this franchise has.

The very fundamental way that the writers and directors can’t agree on how the time travel mechanics in their own story work mean that Steve has just done one of two things and they range from shady and very questionable to absolutely fucking horrific.

The first, that he’s created his own alternate universe to exist in, is morally dubious at best. Even the people who support this theory and liked the ending seem to feel that it wasn’t necessarily a ten out of ten on the moral goodness spectrum. They’ll say things like ‘he deserved to have his happy ending’. Even that phrasing seems to acknowledge that doing this was the opposite of the right thing. It just considers doing the wrong thing as being justified rather than horrifying.

But let’s examine this first idea for a minute - even this, the more innocent of the two implications, means that rather than really processing his grief or dealing with the repeated tragedies and losses that have occured in his life, even as he was running group therapy sessions and grief counseling, Steve Rogers chose to escape his current life by creating an alternate universe that specifically allows he himself to live out his own fucking fantasies of the way his life should have turned out.

That, in case you are not aware, is wildly fucked up. I thought I was playing pretty fast and loose with Steve’s characterization when I turned him into an extremely polite serial killer but as it turns out, I clearly just wasn’t setting the bar high enough, because that’s somehow even more fucked up than being an undercover child soldier with a small sadistic streak.

Hm, and now I feel I should have been more creative there...

The second, and even more horrifying option, is that this older Steve Rogers has been in this world the whole time, watching as things unfolded just as we’ve seen over the past decade, taking ‘the slow way’ through time.

Side Note 5: I do kind of understand why you would do it this way, because that’s really cool and shocking when you say that! Until you think about it for longer than three seconds and suddenly you realize…

Everything that has happened here, every tragedy and downfall these people experienced, happened because Steve Rogers lived his happily ever after with his beautiful wife and did absolutely nothing to stop it. He got to fuck Peggy Carter and watched as his wife built an empire of intelligence networks, knowing that her efforts were completely in vain because her agency was rotten to the core and he never told her.

Every horrifying act committed by HYDRA under the guise of SHIELD was permitted through Steve Rogers’ negligence. And that’s just the wider big-picture worldview, large and shocking, but not personal.

What about the people that Steve claims to actually care about?

This means that Steve lived his whole life in contentment with his wife and children while his best friend was physically and psychologically tortured for over seventy years and just...let that go.

He allowed one friend to murder another in the nineties, when the Winter Soldier was sent after Howard and Maria Stark. Then their child was being advised by a greedy self-interested warmonger who paid terrorists to drag him off to be tortured and slaughtered, and Steve did nothing about that, either.

Bruce Banner was exploited, experimented on, and made into a monster against his will in the failed pursuit of recreating what was done to Steve, resulting in billions of dollars in damage and dozens or even hundreds of lives lost, and Steve allowed that to happen, too.

Like Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanov was physically and psychologically tortured for others to use her as a living weapon - except that this was probably happening to her since early childhood, and a man her future self loved and trusted implicitly did nothing to save her from this upbringing.

The Maximoff twins are shown to have not wealthy but loving parents who are murdered in front of them and they both endure days of laying in the rubble of their ruined apartment, wondering if the bomb in their living room would go off and kill them. Later, they are taken in by HYDRA, experimented on, and recruited as child soldiers to the cause when they show signs of having supernatural powers. They start a series of events that result in the destruction of a major city and the loss of what is probably thousands of lives. Pietro is murdered while trying to help the Avengers to stop this, and Wanda suffers the loss of the very last living person she loved. None of these things seem to have bothered Future Steve.

Steve “I can’t sit on the sidelines when I see a situation go sideways” Rogers, planted himself on that fucking sideline and observed for nearly eighty years as friends, colleagues, and his own wife were lied to, brainwashed, tortured, vilified, and hunted down like animals.

And then there Steve Rogers himself - not the Endgame Steve Rogers, the Steve Rogers who brought down a Nazi plane and will lie beneath the ice for seventy years while everything he knows disappear (mostly) innocent of these horrors, the life he would’ve lived stolen from him by a stranger with his name and his face from another universe.

What I’m saying here is that if you consider this idea for any amount of time, it took Steve Rogers less than ten minutes to become the most evil and disturbing figure in the entire MCU, only (not really tho) contested by Thanos himself.

Gross and poorly reasoned libertarian ethics aside, Thanos genuinely believes that he did what he did for the sake of the entire population. It’s made fairly explicitly clear that Steve didn’t do this for anyone but himself.

Call me crazy, but if everyone you know needs to suffer and multiple planet-wide devestations have to happen in order for you to get your happy ending, you might be the bad guy.

Maybe I’m just old-fashioned?

#forever bitter about what they did to steve #steve rogers #captain america #the avengers #marvel

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What if episode 8 spoilers!

I wrote this while watching the episode and after, but I don’t stop the episode every time I had something to said because it would have been to long. (In fact that’s what I did so it’s really a long post, sorry!) Anyway, let’s began!

OMG there’s « Jeremy Renner » in the opening! *fangirling in Hawkeye/Clint Barton fan* Wait, about the opening, it’s different from the others, the ones from the previous seven episodes, right? OMG blond-haired-Natasha! *also cry in fangirl*

The Watcher talking about a reality which end and which breaks his (?)(we always assume that’s The Watcher use the he/him pronouns but as far as I’m not sure of it, I’ll use the they/them pronouns) their heart and guess what? I think this episode will break mine!

It snow… (Please tell me it’s not ashes (Maybe from the burning world?))

Holy- Natasha!!! My heart is tight and I feel bad and sad and now I want to cry, Marvel I hate you. Also, she looks hurt, Marvel I double hate you for that, stop playing with my feeling please!

*yell and screams* My little boiiii!!! (Hawkeye/Clint Barton just appeared on my screen) (and I’m really happy of it) (I hope he won’t be hurt, or I’ll became violent because no one hurt my little baby! Yes, I’m aware that he’s older and stronger than me but I don’t care, let me dream and cry, ok?) Also, excuse me, but what happened to his right arm? I’m not sure but if it’s what I think it is, Marvel you’re gonna have big trouble (and by that I mean my insulting you in French in my room, which isn’t that bad I think)

Good I love this action scene and this duo! And the Hawkeye cape is really stylish! I want the same! It seems so cool! Can we agree on the fact that that’s a cape of invisibility, like in Harry Potter?

Also, that’s a metal arm or a prothese that he have instead of his right arm?! Marvel please no! *screams and swear in French*

The three-arrows thing was cool!

*double scream in French when the robots hurt Hawkeye*

Touch him and I’ll kill you you robots! Yay! Natasha!

Wait a minute, I just think about it but where are the others? (I’m full of fear now)

A joke about him being disable? Ah. Sooo fun 😒 (no) Natasha saying that puns aren’t her speciality… Girl, no kidding?! Also, the « It’s Russia. Secrets were the national pastime. » is actually a good one! (Is that the ruins of Saint-Petersburg?)

« One‘s man dream »… You mean his stupidity and/or madness of values, right?

Oh sh¡T! Ultron dear, you’re a son of a Tony, and that’s not a compliment. Dumbass, if you erase the life on Earth, first of all that‘s not nice (thank you Captain obvious) and then, how can we have the wonderful Wandavison?! (Yeah, I love this ship, one of the only hetero ones I like)

Clint being worried for his family wasn’t something I needed today you Marvel!

Scuse me WTF?! He cut Thanos like a shitty piece of paper?! And this purple idiot let him a free access to the Infinity stones?! (Well, he may don’t think things were gonna happened that way but it’s a big catastrophe, like *scream in French*)

*swear in French* Ultron my dear don’t do that!!! *scream for the happy universes we saw* *cry for it* Also, Ultron might be a vilain but we can’t deny they’re (again I’m not sure about the pronouns) really good looking. I mean, their design is really cool and full of style and it’s sad it would bring us tears and desperation because they’re really stylish -I know I repeated the same think but I think it and my English vocabulary isn’t really good :C -.

And I was right to fear for the others :C

Ultron, peace isn’t destruction!

Did he just destroyed Earth?! *is shocked and don’t accept it* *my heroes can’t die, right? * (friendly reminder that Tony’s not part of my heroes)

And Asgard?! *still in disbelief*

*saw their favorites MCU characters disappear from the screen* No! Nooo! *cry for real and had to put pause to cry* (my heart is broken, why did you did this Marvel?!)

The Great Master is just like us, he watch what’s happening in disbelief because it’s so… absurd. It’s not happening, right? It’s just a nightmare and I’ll wake up soon, right?

What the f_ck Xandar?! Captain! *cry with joyfull tears* Please kick Ultron’s ass! Skynet, LoL, I understand that reference! (Am I that old?!)

Wait, I just realized but if Ultron had destroyed Earth, it means Maria -you know, Carol’s wife- is dead?! *gasp in pain*

« You can’t win. - I already have. » Dude WTF?! Let me have hope you son of Tony!

Crap Ultron broke the 4th wall and heard the narrator (aka The Watcher!)! We’re in danger! All the universes are in danger! Our mental health are in dan… Wait, I don’t have that one.

*deep breath with Natasha and Clint appears on screen*

Hey Watcher, maybe you could help them, no? I mean, the multiverse is in danger and they’re your last hope, remember? But no, it’s so much fun to watch them looking in all the boxes… 😒

Is that Alexei Red Guardian’s shield? You really want me to cry Marvel?! (oh no, now I’ve got « Bye bye Miss American Pie » stuck in head… Great, really)

*Clint talking about his low will to live* Me: same here bro! Not exactly for the same reasons but same here!

Watcher, stop talking just f_cking help them! That’s what you called « intervene » Watcher?! LoL seing them trying to talk to the duo Clintasha is the funniest think in this episode for now xD

Not this escalator xD *think about the scene with Steve and Bucky in it in Captain America: The Winter Soldier* *smile*

Francis?! WTF?! XD

How to kill Zola? With water xD Oh God I love Clint so much xD

« I’d like to order a pizza » LoL *die of laughing because it was unexpected* xD (See? She can make pun!)

Yes, a specific arrow! Also, don’t explain us you plan! If we know the plan before it happened, it’s not gonna work!

I’m love the trio Clint-Natasha-Zola actually!

Wait… Natasha holding Clint furiously reminds me of what happened in Voromir… *realization* NO! No no no no No! I see what you trying to doing here Marvel! No! I want them to live! Both of them!

*shock* *cry*

The « I don’t want to fight anymore » wasn’t something I needed Marvel! Why would you do this to me?! WHY?!

*also, sadly, we know that Ultron won’t die in this episode because we saw it in the end of episode 7 and it was after episode 8 I guess*

THEY DO THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT HAPPENED IN ENDGAME THOSE *incomprehensible swear drowned in tears* !!! I hope all the one who said that « it should have been Clint » regret it!

And the little smile! He’s relieve to leave and to join his family! *cry in pain*

Why do I still watch The MCU?! I know it’s painful but I still watch, why?!

Apart of that, can we talk about the beauty of this scene? The music, the light who goes on Clint…

Watcher, you sure you can’t do anything ?!

I’m sorry but I have to : Nat, you’re such a poser !

Wait, The Watcher is actually really badass and strong!

What the f_ck Steve?! Why became president?!

WTF?!

Wait, it’s already the end?! Ah, no. Fiou.

What the… That’s Strange. And by that I don’t only said that it’s weird, but also that that’s literally Doctor Strange from episode 6.

How the f_ck does he end up there!? No idea.

I love the ending music, god!

*enging credits* What the… The CNC and Film France helped?! *disbelief but also pride to be French*

And that’s it! Finished! One week to wait until the next one?! It’s gonna be sooo long (actually no because of my studies but you understand what I mean, right?)

#what if spoilers #what if ep 8 #what if episode 8 #marvel #mcu

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 4 years

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Sick Little Games: Thirty-Three

From a subacute room, sterile, and bare, they shifted you to a regular room. Keeping an eye on both your mental state and the newly erected barriers that served to hold back the primal, animal urges that triggered when you felt sufficient emotional distress.

Slowly and very steadily, your therapist was making progress, Clint guessed. Well. He hoped, but he didn’t see any difference. You were still depressed, and discussions of returning to the field had been quashed for now.

Steve and Tony both agreed you weren’t fit for the field right now. Too much room for you to have an accident. Too many ways to hurt yourself, and it flies under the radar. And they didn’t like that. The idea that you could think that way. So for now. You were cooling your heels. Ostensibly planning a wedding. But, if you asked Pepper, you were procrastinating.

Pepper looked up from her tablet and looked at the bridal magazines spread over your lap. She’s told you to find things you liked. But none of these were things you liked.

You liked movies. And books. You liked Clint. And your pets. And spending time with your friends... Somewhere approaching that order. Flowers and cloth napkins and letter boards just made your head hurt.

“Well?” she said hopefully.

“All I got is no yellow, Pepper,” you tell her, feeling overwhelmed.

“Aww, but Yellow is such a happy color!” she protested, “You’d look so pretty in it.”

You shake your head frantically and swallow hard. Just the thought of it. The Butter yellow fabric stained red at the knees from where the skin had broken open left you feeling raw.

“Okay,” Pepper soothed, “No, yellow... it’s a start. I can work with no yellow.”

Natasha looked up from her own magazine and kissed your cheek, “You like Blue, right? Blue’s a good color. And Clint always looks nice in a blue shirt.”

“It’s not about Clint,” Pepper says, laughing, “No one cares if he looks nice. No one’s really gonna be looking at what he’s wearing.”

“I will,” you say meekly, “He’s pretty.”

That makes both of them laugh, and Pepper sighs, “Fine,” she grouses, “We can do blue. And maybe a nice tan or antique yellow... Summer is right around the corner. We could do a little wedding on the beach.”

“Or find a nice little woods,” Natasha added, “It can be whatever you want, Y/N. Wherever you want. Clint’s not gonna care as long as he gets to spend the wedding night with you.”

“Can’t we just sign papers and call it a day?” you murmur, looking down at the endless articles about flowers and dresses. Maybe there was something to all the weddings in the Church of Life being the exact fucking same. You didn’t remember anyone feeling sick doing the planning. No one cared. They just all showed up at the appointed time and fucked off when it was done.

“You don’t want a wedding?” Natasha asked a little surprised.

“I want a marriage,” you sigh, “I just- I want him. I guess I just don’t need all the fluff...” She watches your face and Catches Pepper’s eye, quietly mouthing “Cult” over your head as you flip listlessly through pages.

Pepper’s eyes widen. She never considered that. That you might be overwhelmed by all the details instead of invigorated. “So,” she tried, “What about if you do the ceremony part and we just throw a party after... One with cupcakes and champagne, and we don’t add so much... stuff.”

And for the first time since Pepper plopped the stack of stuff in your lap, you smile, and it’s like the sun coming out.

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“How’s the wedding planning?” Bruce asks, leaning against the wall, watching Clint spar with Thor.

“It’s... it’s been hard,” Clint admits.

“Nerves?” Thor asked.

“No,” Clint said, shaking his head and ducking out of the way, “If I talk to her, she’s... She’s excited about all my plans for the house. And the furbabies having a yard to play in. And having a garden and stuff but... Cult things, you know?”

“Cult things?” Thor asked.

“Her step dad’s ministry,” Clint reminded, “I guess weddings were kinda traumatic... I mean. Everything was traumatic living there.”

“So she’s good with the married part, just not the wedding part?” Bruce said, confused.

“She has similar feelings about children,” Clint said, nodding, “There’s some weird stuff tied up in her head.”

“It seems so,” Thor said, frowning. He didn’t like the idea that such happy events would cause stress or upset to his Witchling.

“How are you doing with it?” Bruce asked.

“I Just gotta show up when she tells me to and wear what she says,” Clint said, “Maybe remind her that we can always elope if she wants to so. I’m good.” He smiled, “I’m just happy that she still wants to get married and didn’t talk herself out of it.”

Thor smiled and pulled Clint back to his feet, clapping him on the back. This, he thought, is a good man. Someone properly worthy of his Witchling. Not that he doubted that. But, it was good to know that he was going to keep loving you even when it was hard.

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“How is she?” Peggy asked, passing Steve tea. She’d been worried for you.

“Still getting married, so far as I know,” Steve said with a sigh, “But her evals are still off. The new barriers are holding, but we have a whole army of therapists working with her, and none of them seem to be doing much.”

Peggy shook her head, “Poor dear,” she said. Last night, she’d dreamt about you. Too scared and too skinny. Strung out on god knows what, blinking in the harsh light like your head hurt. It still made her heart ache. You could have been her granddaughter or a little girl next door. Instead, you were living on the street and helping steal cars. For drugs and maybe some food.

Steve shrugged, “But she is doing better... And Bucky’s arm healed up, even if they had to break it again to make it set right.”

“How did she do that?”

“Her rings,” Steve answers, “She has one on either hand that’s like... kinetic or something. It takes a little of the energy she uses every time she moves her hands, and stores it.. so when she punched, she let it go.”

“Handy that,” Peggy said sipping her tea.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess it is.”

“It’ll be fine, Steve,” Peggy said softly, “Some time away will probably do Bucky some good.”

“Yeah,” he said again, “I just. I wish this hadn’t happened.”

“If wishes were fishes,” Peggy said shaking her head, “Bucky will be fine. I’m just glad Y/N had the good sense to punch him instead of talking.”

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watcher-of-worlds · 5 years

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bruce banner fic recs

26/08/19 - i’m pulling these from my ao3 bookmarks - i dont use ff.net or read much fic on tumblr, so i may have missed some good ones! these are all pretty bruce-centric, though some have more focus on his relationships than others. they’re all also about mcu bruce.

[the ones in bold are just ones i’m pretty sure i lifted from other rec lists, so i think they’re pretty popular (fan favourites?)]

Sorry If You're Starstruck by heyjupiter (complete, 60k)

bruce banner/tony stark

“While recovering from an on-set injury (and the resultant problem with painkillers), billionaire playboy genius filmmaker Tony Stark sets his eyes on his next project--an adaptation of the Gamma Garcia books, a widely beloved young adult sci-fi series. The books' notoriously reclusive author, Bruce Banner, rejects all film offers, but he reluctantly accepts Tony's friendship. Their bond deepens into something more, even as personal and professional setbacks threaten their chance at a Hollywood happy ending.”

Multicolored by Trumpeteer34 (complete, 54k)

background pepper potts/tony stark; background thor/jane foster

“As the Avengers slowly grow closer to each other, they begin to notice some oddities about their resident gamma expert, oddities that he is not even aware of.

Prompt from tumblr user pushingcrazies: What if Bruce also had some of the more traditional (if there is any such thing) DID personality types/archetypes. Obviously the Hulk is the Protector Archetype. What if Bruce also had a child personality, or a punk personality, or….I dunno, I’m trying to think back to my psychology class and when I used to watch United States of Tara, but I’m coming up blank on some of the more common personality archetypes. But you know what I mean.

And, like, thanks to the Gamma radiation, each personality type would manifest itself in a physical variation of Bruce.”

Irreconcilable Differences by determamfidd (complete, 133k)

bruce banner/tony stark

“Bruce has been searching for a cure again, but Tony doesn't think the green guy is a disease. Abruptly, he's given everything he's ever wanted, and... well, it seems it's all more complicated than that.

FEATURING: Hulk - Amateur Psychology Hour with Tony Stark - Clint as a troll - more Hulk - Bruce as an angry introspective mess - Hulk again - Steve as Team Dad - Nick Fury as Nick Fury - Hulk smash! - Tony as a caped crusader for Hulk Rights - Rules, Rules, Rules - Natasha as the boss of everything - the Experimental Method (by T. Hulk) - Thor as the God of Thunder and Frustration - Tony as the king of the oblivious idiots - Stealth Sass Master Banner ...

...and a lot of figuring out who you really are.

And Hulk.“

by the light of all your bridges burning by branwyn (complete, 39k)

bruce banner/tony stark

“Bruce Banner is twelve years old. It's not an easy age. For anyone.”

Diminuendo by CrumblingAsh (complete, 4.3k)

bruce banner/tony stark; background bucky barnes/steve rogers; background natasha romanoff/steve rogers

“When there is just under a week left until the world is set to end, Bruce finds a man sitting on a sidewalk, shivering in the pouring rain.

And takes him home.“

These Walls Are Paper Thin by IamShadow21 (complete, 13k)

bruce banner & avengers team; bruce banner & hulk; hulk & avengers team

”When most people think of Bruce Banner and The Hulk, they think of it as an either/or situation and assume that it's easy to tell who they're face to face with.

Most people are wrong.”

Hell Ain't A Bad Place To Be (series, 3 works) by Ravenspear (incomplete, 3.6k total)

bruce banner/tony stark; bruce banner & tony stark

“In a world that is a little bit darker, a little bit bleaker, Tony Stark is much less of a nice man. But he doesn't like bullies, and especially not ones who keep other people hostage to make weapons.

And that is how he meets Bruce Banner for the first time.“

In These Rough Hands by icarus_chained (complete, 1.3k)

bruce banner & steve rogers

“Bruce & Steve, and the fear of always being the last one standing.“

Your Mind's a Steel Trap (series, 3 works) by 44TayLo (incomplete, 62k total)

bruce banner & tony stark; bruce banner & steve rogers; past bruce banner/betty ross; past bruce banner/monica rappaccini; bruce banner/tony stark

“Bruce has an incredible mind. He's able to pick things apart and analyze something over and over again until he's examined it thoroughly. That's an extraordinarily convenient thought process for a scientist. Unfortunately, it's a horrible thought process for a man. Especially if that man is a monster.“

Perspective by MusicalLuna (complete, 1.6k)

bruce banner & himself; bruce banner & avengers team

“Tony shakes out the piece of paper inside and clears his throat. “Dear Hulk,” he reads, “You’re green. Green is my favorite color. I love you. Love, Gina.”

The fullness in Bruce’s throat only gets worse when Tony gives him a look over the top of the letter as if to say, How do you like them apples?”

Injection by sciencebutch (complete, 1.1k)

"Good becomes great, bad becomes worse."

take a step back and breathe by angelheartbeat (complete, 1.1k)

past thor/bruce banner

“Bruce Banner is the last person on earth.He'd always craved alone time. He never thought it would be so exhausting.“

The Marvel Fractions (series, 4 works) by Nonymos (complete, 175k total)

bruce banner/clint barton; clint barton & kate bishop

“Being a hero with no superpowers kind of sucks. Clint Barton feels out of place in the Avenger Tower; Hawkeye feels out of place in his Brooklyn apartment. It's not hell though. He's got friends on both sides of his life, and he never gets bored. Still – there's this deep loneliness inside him that nothing can seem to cure.”

After the whole Loki business, both sides of Clint feel a little out of step, and he tries to avoid aliens and giant monsters and world crisis in a whole. Problem is, he's not the only one to exist on several scales.

And who better than Bruce Banner to teach someone about dual nature.”

Sunrise over Manhattan by CharityLambkin (complete, 1.5k)

bruce banner & steve rogers; bruce banner & tony stark

“The morning after a long battle, Steve comes across a lump of post-Hulk Banner on the couch. Comfort ensues. Oh, and Tony wants in because, hey, can't forget about Tony.”

Resilient by CharityLambkin (complete, 37k)

bruce banner/tony stark; past bruce banner/betty ross

“Tony and Aldrich have built AIM from the ground up, but Extremis is proving tougher than either man expected. Then, one day, Aldrich buys a new test subject from the U.S. Army, and Tony's day gets a lot more interesting.“

His True Colors by Nonymos (complete, 103k)

bruce banner/clint barton

“The battle of New York was a turning point for the entire planet – but especially so for Bruce Banner. This is a unique chance for him to find the Hulk a place in this world. It is a staggering hope, but unrealistic as it sounds, it might just come true.

And then his hesitant plan turns out to be too successful. Everyone including the Avengers apparently expect the Hulk to take his turn in the spotlight. But the more Hulk thrives, the more Bruce withers, and nobody seems to notice or care. When Loki extends a hand to him, he is fully aware it is a trick – but he has got nothing else to hold onto.

The Avengers realize just a bit too late how royally they screwed up. The sharp-sighted, ever-watching Hawkeye cannot blame himself enough for not having seen this disaster coming. Can they still be saved from Banner ?

Do they even deserve it ?

(The story is set right after the 2012 Avengers movie with slight EMH dynamics thrown in the middle.)“

#fic recs #bruce banner #fic #am too tired to add my own comments #and there are a couple that im trusting past me's judgement on because i cant remember what's going on in them #one or two i didnt include because they're more steve-centric even if bruce plays a big role

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abzzz3 · 5 years

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Let Me Prove You Wrong (Part 16/Finale)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: This takes place at the end of Infinity War and you have no real clue about what’s going on until someone new begins to explain things to you.

Word Count: 1,752

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: I have cut this one a little shorter than expected but I already have a base plot in my head for my next multi-part, I just have to get it all down on paper. I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride with this one, It wasn’t great in some parts but other parts I fell in love with writing and I really think you can tell. If you have any ideas or requests please feel free to send me a message :)

-6 Months Later-

“What’s going on? Has anyone heard anything?” Marie asked, trying not to convey the fear she was feeling

“Nothing, last I heard the Avengers were off to Wakanda, wherever that is” One of your employees answered

“So, we still don’t know what’s happened?” You asked, and were answered simply by a shake of the head

It all started at once. First it was the reports in central New York of Tony Stark, some magician guy and Bruce Banner who went missing even before you did. No one knew who the creatures were that they were fighting, we had never seen or heard of them before but we could tell they were trouble. Then, we heard about Steve, Wanda, Vision and Natasha somewhere in Europe, but we don’t know what happened there.

No one had heard anything from Thor, but you really hadn’t expected to be told if he did get in touch with any of the other Avengers. Ant Man was missing, so was Clint Barton and you secretly hoped to God that Peter Parker was off doing high school things with his friends.

You sat back down at your desk with another cup of coffee, your fourth for the day, and sipped at it while watching the news from the TV mounted to the wall in one of the corners of the office. It was just re-runs of what you all already knew but if anyone worldwide had any new information it would be aired as breaking news so you all just watched and waited.

‘Loki’ You silently prayed to yourself, ‘Please tell me you are safe and happy. I know we haven’t spoken in months and were both pretty heartbroken about how things ended,’ That was a lie. You were inconsolable for the days following. Marie had said to everyone that you needed to get the last of it out of your system after the final goodbye with Loki. That was, her words exactly, ‘the end of the final chapter in a book. It was now time to process everything and then when you’re ready begin the next book’. ‘I just need you to be safe and to stay out of trouble. For me. I love you.’ You finished, turning to look out the window.

You were just staring into nothing when shapes and colours began to shift and change in your reflection. At first you thought it was just your imagination trying to occupy your mind but then the shapes changed into something too specific. It was Loki. You dropped your coffee to the floor and it smashed, it was like your reflecting was now Loki and only you could see him.

“Loki…” You mumbled

He only smiled, a sad, pitiful smile, before he was gone

“(Y/N), what’s happening?” Marie asked, her voice shaking

“What do you mea-“ You began, spinning around

Only, you couldn’t spin around. You looked down and your legs were no more. They were disappearing to ash. You then looked at your hands and they were also gone, explaining the dropped coffee just seconds ago.

“Guys . . . please, help . . .” You begged, on the verge of tears and a panic attack but you could no longer see them

The world was dark and full of nothingness, you weren’t supported by a chair or the floor but you also weren’t falling or floating. It was just nothing.

“Someone, anyone! Help!” You screamed, with no reply, not even an echo. All sound was instantly absorbed and so didn’t sound louder than a far of scream but right in front of you

Where were you? What happened? How do you get out of here? Your head swam with so many questions and you had been engulfed by your panic attack so severely and so instantly that you closed your eyes and couldn’t tell you were now on the ground, somewhere new with light, and sound and colour. You couldn’t hear the people calling your name and you couldn’t see their faces until one voice rang so clearly that all your fear and questions washed away and you now felt safe.

This voice wasn’t familiar to you, it was a woman’s you had never heard before and although it sounded as if she was right in front of you, you couldn’t see here, you only knew which way she wanted you to go.

You stood up and began walking past the buildings and structures, which the further you walked looked as though they were from every era and decade, like a timeline of architecture and culture. You walked passed everything from armies of tents, to Edwardian townhouses to 60’s and 70’s white pickett, suburban houses.

Where were you? You kept asking but as you reached closer at close to a large renaissance palace, like that in Versallies, France you began to feel warmer and like all your questions were about to be answered. You glided past the front gates, in the front door and up the stairs until you were on a balcony with the lady, who’s voice you were following.

She was beautiful and had gorgeous long, blonde hair, dressed in Asgardian fabrics of cool tones.

“Hello (Y/N), my how things have turned out for you, I’m so sorry” She said, grabbing your hands and squeezing them comfortingly

“Who are you?” You asked

“I am Frigga, mother of Thor and-“ She began explaining

“You’re Loki’s mother.” You interrupted, surprised to discover who she is

She nodded with a kind smile “Yes I am, and I have some unfortunate news darling, but I think by now you might have figured that out . . .”

She waited while you thought about it, but it didn’t take long. Frigga died before you had even met Loki, which meant only one thing.

“I’m dead. But why are we here together? Should you not be in Valhalla? What happened?” You asked, all your questions wanting to explode right now

“Yes dear, I am in Valhalla, and so are you” She confirmed

“But how? I’m not Asgardian and I didn’t die in war. I shouldn’t be here”

She chuckled lightly, “Valhalla is just what we call it, the truth is that it’s all one place with many different names depending on where you come from. How open minded you are in life and how much you’ve seen determines how much you can see here, and my dear you’ve gotten a taste of the whole package, which is why you can find me here”

“Forgive me, but I still don’t understand. If I was so close minded about this place and what it is, I still don’t understand why it would all open up for me if what you say really is true” You pressed, still so confused as to why this after life would show you everything after being away from Earth just once and studying mythology.

“You really are as cleaver as he said you would be” She commented

“Who?”

“The truth is, I have a little leverage here. It was always going to be a very close call as to whether or not this place would open up to you fully, I just helped nudge you over the line as a favor to someone very close to you” She said, ignoring your question as she walked over to the balcony doors which had closed behind you without you noticing.

She opened the doors and on the other side was the last person who expected to see.

“Loki . . .” You breathed

He took a few steps towards you with a cautious look on your face

“(Y/N) . . . how are you feeling?” He asked

“But that means you’re . . .” You couldn’t bear to say it aloud and only as you were thinking it did you see the large purple marks on his neck

“What happened?” You asked, stepping forward and reaching out towards the marks but didn’t dare touch

“It’s a scar of my death, everyone has them here to remind them of how they died”

“But I don’t . . .” You hadn’t remembered seeing any marks on yourself, but you also hadn’t been looking and didn’t know what to look for

Loki reached forward and turned your hand over so it was palm up and sure enough there was your mark. Your fingertips were black and the inside of your wrist displayed hair thin lines like those on a cracked porcelain doll which hadn’t completely broke yet. Only your lines were much darker, like ash.

“In this world, the rules of our former lives don’t count anymore” Loki began explaining, as though he was trying to make me guess what he was talking about without actually having to say the words “We’re not bound by the same laws and the same people if we don’t want to be”

You looked up at his face, still not sure what he was saying “Why did I see you in my reflection?” You asked, ignoring what he was saying

“I was trying to tell you that everything would be okay, but astral projection is a lot harder than I had expected,” He joked “And that I could keep you safe, if you wanted . . .”

It finally clicked, what he was trying to say. The only reason why we parted ways when we were alive was because he was still married to Sigyn, but here he wasn’t. We could actually try to make things work as a real couple here.

“So, what do you say? Want to open that next book?” He asked nervously, referencing Marie’s words

This time, you didn’t have to think about it. You knew you still needed to come to terms with the fact that you were dead and still had a million questions which needed to be answered but with Loki by your side, you felt as though it would be much easier. You knew you were home when you were with him, and all though you had never really kissed, been on a date or taken things very far at all (including the bedroom), you figured you now had all the time you could ever possibly want to experience everything together.

You nodded and leapt into his arms to hold him tightly, breathing him in and planning to never let go again.

“I love you, Loki” You breathed into his neck

“I love you too, (Y/N)” He replied, holding you as close as possible

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surrounded-by-superheroes · 6 years

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Complete Masterlist

This is EVERYTHING I’ve posted my people. Description just under the links. Everything is x reader unless specifically said otherwise. Stars mean my personal favorites. :) Please enjoy and tell me you enjoy it! Comment, like, REBLOG!

Steve Rogers x Reader;

Queen Masterlist (Twenty-Four Parts) Steve Rogers x OC

“Your skill set is equal to the best that we have. You would be an invaluable part of the team." Fury explains, but he knows that isn't what I mean. We stare at each other for a moment before he sighs again. "Your history only makes you more of an impressive subject." He continues and I groan. "The point is that you would help put an end to what happened to you, on a global scale." He says. "Think about it, Shifter." Nick drops a folder on the concrete and starts to walk back to the exit of the roof.

I flip through the folder lazily, barely skimming the papers, but I know all of the names already. Once I've gone through most of it I stop and toss it in the dust behind me. Reading it was useless. I wasn't made to be any sort of hero.

Failed Movie Night (Oneshot)

You fall asleep on the couch after a full day with Steve Rogers. He helps you out and carries you to bed when you tell him it’s too cold to get out from under the blankets on the couch.

Good Old Days (Fluff) Oneshot

Steve has never been a fan of parties, so you come up with a little surprise for him. Turns out, he surprises you too.

Loki x Reader;

Blue Satin Masterlist (Seven Parts)

You've been assigned as Loki's handler and things have been going very well. Almost too well, actually...you find out that Loki has fallen for you and you have no clue how to respond. If those above you were to think anything romantic was going on, you both would be separated from one another forever. Plus, a jealous ex causes trouble whenever he can. Could you ever forget the rules and follow your heart? Or will you let your head lead and lose the chance of a lifetime?

The Poisonous Cure Masterlist (Seven Parts) Loki and Daughter

Loki runs into a young girl on his morning walk and is shocked to learn she’s more than just a minor selling herself on the streets. Her web is more tangled than perhaps even his, and she certainly holds as many secrets. He swears to find more about her, but does he really want to?

Not Your Anything Masterlist (Seven Parts)

You and Loki have been arguing since first meeting one another, but despite seeming to hate each other, there’s an awful lot of sexual tension between you two. He never seems to leave you alone and despite your saying so, you’d never wish him away. Will you two ever work things out?

**It’s a Dull World Without Green (Angst) Oneshot**

Loki’s dead and his loss is wrecking your life. You go out on a reckless rampage only stopped by your best friend Bucky, who keeps an annoyingly close eye on you. You’re not sure how to be without Loki, but soon you know you have to face it. But is he really gone after all?

Mint (Smut) Oneshot

You’ve been ignoring Loki’s advances for a while now, but he’s getting harder and harder to resist. One day, after a little persuasion, you give in. And boy are you glad you did.

Nurses and Wounds (Oneshot)

You get injured after going on a secret mission with Thor. When Loki finds out he is, of course, dramatically furious. But, afterwards, he turns quite sweet as he becomes your own personal nurse.

Promises (Fluff) Oneshot

You and Loki have been banished to a secret cabin of Tony’s so the American people don’t storm the facility to murder Loki. Turns out, it’s fantastic. Loki and you have been in a relationship for a while now and it’s kind of like a little vacation. But something is about to change.

Bucky x Reader;

The Soldier and the Assistant Masterlist (Eight Parts)

You run into a mysterious stranger on the street while running late for work and spill coffee all over yourself in the process. Later, you find out the man was none other than James Buchanan Barnes and your company is about to write a story about him. The thing is, he’ll only talk to you. As you get to know one another, you both start realizing this relationship is a little more than work. Will both of you let the romance bloom? Or kill it before it starts?

I’m in Charge (Oneshot)

You and Bucky are fooling around outside when things get a little, *coughs* heated.

That Damn Promotion (Smut)

That Damn Promotion Part Two (Smut)

Bucky and y/n return from a mission, arguing like usual. They’ve been stuck with one another since training when y/n beat him to a promotion. There’s been sexual tension ever since and that turns into a hate fuck.

Date’s a Dud (Smut) Oneshot

You get home early from a crap date and find Bucky waiting for you like always. It’s a pity you got all dressed up for nothing, or did you…?

Timeless Things (Fluff) Oneshot

You are woken up by Bucky when he gets up obscenely early in the morning. You follow him and find out he has a secret talent that melts your heart.

Dominate Me (Smut) Oneshot

I love making Bucky angry, then making up. It is the absolute best. If you want to be tagged in my stuff just ask, dears. Read, blush, and enjoy my lovelies.

Sleeping Arrangements (Fluff) Oneshot

Bucky and y/n have been dating for a while, but have been trying to do it quietly because of Fury’s rules. Bucky insists on sleeping in seperate rooms when not on missions, but you both can’t sleep without the other.

Amnesia (Fluffy Angst) Oneshot

You and Bucky parted ways a little while ago, you thought mutually, but Bucky actually has no clue why you left. Turning hard and numb to protect himself from the pain, he’s acting more and more like the winter soldier every day. Steve calls you up to see if you can help. But will Bucky even allow you to?

Close the Window (Fluff) Oneshot

Apparently, someone doesn’t like to close the fucking window even when it’s freezing and the person he loves is still in bed. Still…Bucky Barnes isn’t the worst thing to wake up to on a beautiful Fall morning.

Crave Masterlist

You and Bucky have a...complicated history. So, when Natasha calls you in on a mission with the team, some emotions pop up again just to complicate things all over again. Especially since you never said why you left him in the first place.

Tony Stark;

Gold with a Red Jewel (Smut) Oneshot

You and Tony have been in a relationship for a while now and he’s really opened your mind to a lot of things, but one thing you have yet to try with him is anal. You decide tonight is the night, but you’re going to tease the hell out of him first. Or is it going to be the other way around?

Charity (Fluff) Oneshot

You work for Tony Stark and to be quite honest, you love it. He’s a pain in the ass, but he’s a funny pain in the ass and makes it fun to come to work every day. He’s been doing his best to get you to go out with him, but all attempts have failed. Until now…

High School (Fluff) Oneshot

You are a teacher at Peter Parker’s school and Tony sees how well you work with Peter. He starts crushing on you and does his best to win your heart, even though parents and teachers shouldn’t date. While Tony points out he isn’t technically Peter’s parent, you’re still on the fence about the handsome man.

**Three Dates Masterlist (Three Parts)**

You’re working as an escort at a fancy ball, but your date just happens to be the fucking douchebag of all douchebags. Luckily enough, you eventually find relief in the company of the surprising Tony Stark. You spend an evening together and realize neither of you want it to end, so what are you going to do about it?

Baking Lesson (Fluff) Oneshot

What better way is there to usher in the new season than with a batch of pies? Unfortunately, Tony is feeling playful and wants to learn a couple things. Hopefully, the kitchen doesn’t catch on fire…

Natasha x Reader;

**Care to Prove Me Wrong? Masterlist (Four Parts)**

Bucky doesn’t believe that you could’ve been a stripper before joining the team and Tony and Steve agree. He dares you to prove him wrong and you aren’t one to shirk from a challenge. One by one you take each man aside and prove your skills.

Fall at the Beach (Fluff) Oneshot

You and Natasha have been keeping things quiet between the two of you if only to prevent shitty jokes from the rest of the team. There’s a beach house the two of you escape to every once and a while, but this time it seems there’s a surprise on the way.

Sam Wilson;

Leaf Piles (Fluff) Oneshot

The Avengers have been sent on a Fall retreat and while everyone splits up to do their own thing, you run into Sam doing something…interesting. Despite weak objections, you get roped into messing with Sam’s favorite bestie, Bucky Barnes.

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theysaywhatasadsight · 6 years

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The Misfit: Prologue (Peter Parker X Reader)

A/N: WHAT’S UP YOU BITCHES!! Ya gurl is back with a series, written in collab with @sectumsempra-beaches , this one is based on the film Khoobsurat, the trailer for which (if you wanna see the direction this will go in, is here . Tell moi if Y’all wanna be tagged!

Summary: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is the quirky, no-nonsense assigned physiotherapist to Tony Stark, a crippled and cranky billionaire and his house full of weird people who lead a completely different life to hers. She must survive the constant glares from his wife, the pleading eyes of his daughter, and his son’s half-teasing, half-contempt filled eyes that keep seeking her out. (KHOOBSURAT AU)

Taglist: @messy-adiness12345

The man in the doctor’s apron hurried along the corridors beside the stadium, trying desperately to ignore the various catcalls, screams and shouts that were thrown at him by the fans of the player. He dodged a shabbily thrown water bottle, nearly slipped after someone pushed at him from the side, and muttered a few ‘excuse me’s’ as he finally reached the door marked ‘PRIVATE’.

Inside, the player was lying on a bed, grunting in agony at his leg which, by the looks of it, was mildly sprained. A woman stood over him, hands on her hips, eyebrows scrunched as she tried to figure out how to fix what was wrong with him with as less pain as possible.

“It hurts too damn much,(Y/N).I won’t be able to play.”He begged.

The woman, (Y/N), whirled around to look at Michael, her assistant, enter.She nodded at him and motioned him to hold Peterson’s shoulder down while she tried to fix his ankle.She knew that if she screwed thisup, she'd have toface the wrath of his dedicated army. As they were working on the patient, Micheal spoke up.

“Hey, (Y/N)?" (Y/N) hummed, her primary attention on her patient's aching ankle."You remember the Stark case? It came in a few days ago. Yeah, they need us to confirm the therapist today itself. Apparently, even though the position is temporary someone's urgently required. Are you listening?" She hummed again in reply and signaled him to continue. "Yeah, so. Can you please go? Please? Under no circumstance can I go there. I really can't."Michael pleaded.

She made a face. “You know I can’t deal with those stuck up idiots. Why can’t you go?”

“This is the third time I have rescheduled my France trip! My wife will leave me!”

“Really seeing the love there, Michael.”

“Please, please, please.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“Uhhh, you guys, discuss your plans later please. My ankle hurts like a bitch.”

(Y/N) sighed and unwrapped the bag of ice she had covered his ankle with. She asked Michael to pass a roll of elastic bandage from their stock and wound it around Peterson's sprain. She patted the bandaged area slightly, satisfied with her work and turned towards the player.

"You're supposed to rest for quite a few days now, you understand? I'll schedule your appointments with your agent. Off the bed now, tiger."

“Hey! Thanks,(Y/N)."

“That’s what they pay me for,bud. Now, in the next match, go out there and bajade unki.”

He blinked twice trying to comprehend what she had said."What?”

“Uhh…nothing. Break a leg!”She smiled meekly at him, mentally face palming at the poor pun.

(Y/N) was on the last day of her duty and had full-on plans to fly back home, relax for a month and splurge the fees she had earned for being a physiotherapist for a well-known cricket team. Although she had no knowledge of the game, (much to the despair of her father Steve, who despite the fact that he was born and brought up in America, was a hardcore cricket fan and a sucker for Indian sweets, thanks to (Y/N)'s late mother.)

The young physiotherapist had forgotten that Micheal was still present in the room and jumped when he spoke up.“You’re saving my marriage, (Y/N).”

She laughed along with him as she replied, “Yeah, yeah. That's the least I can do.”

The rest of the conversation was drowned out by the commentators as they cheered Peterson's team for their victory.

Absolutely ecstatic that her mom's favourite team won, (Y/N) did a happy dance with her assistant as she resigned for the day.

X-X-X-X

"There is absolutely no need for you to go all the way to Los Angeles to meet with Mr. Odinson. As your lawyer, I can assure you that I will bring him to New York soon. We have been trying for three months now and he will surely yield. He has just been very evasive. Rest assured, Mr. Stark."

The young man sitting across from his lawyer looked up from the papers he was reading and smiled. "Thank you for your advice, Mr. Stane. You have had me waiting for three months but personally, I believe that there is no need to wait. Since it is clear that our views have long since diverged, I believe so should our paths."

As the older man absorbed the news an airport staff member walked up to them. "Mr. Peter Stark? Your seat for the next flight to Los Angeles has been confirmed." She handed the ticket to him and left. Peter turned around and waved the ticket at the lawyer. "Mr. Stane, you will be respectfully escorted to your house by my driver. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a flight to catch. I believe if I talk to Mr. Odinson when he can't escape, he would have to yield. And certainly, what's a better place than a seat right next to him on a five hour flight?"

X-X-X

At 7:50 PM exactly, Virginia “Pepper” Stark walked out of her rooms after changing for dinner and a phone call with her son, Peter. At 7:55 PM, she fired two servants who were not up to task, signed a few files and sat down to dinner, greeting her husband Tony, and sighed about her daughter who was late again. At 7:56 PM exactly, Wanda Stark rushed into the dining room, saw her mother’s frown, silently scolding her for leaving her hair open, tied it up and stepped back into the room with all the grace she could muster and at 8:00 PM, her mother motioned for dinner to be served.

“Good Evening, Dad, Mother.”

“Good Evening dear.” Tony beamed at her.

“Discipline is not a bad thing, dear.”Pepper softly chastised her daughter.

“Sorry, mother.”

“Tony, by the way, Dr. Chopra had called. Your new physiotherapist, Dr. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), arrives the day after tomorrow. She is a sports physiotherapist. If you at least try once…”she pleaded at her husband.

“I have not called anyone, neither chased them away. Jarvis?”

“Yes, Sir?”Their butler promptly replied.

“What’s the score? 40, 42?”

“No idea, sir.”

Wanda glanced quickly at her mother who was glaring daggers at her husband while he sipped wine and smiled at her. She wondered just what the hell a normal life felt like.

X-X-X-X

“Dear god, you know me, why would I be formal with you? All I want in life is for (Y/N) to be happy and find a nice, well-mannered boy she'll be in love with for the rest of her life. Then at the wedding, I’ll have a huge thank you party for you.”

“Dear God, please don’t listen to him, especially the last line.”(Y/N) glared at her father and sent a silent plea to his husband, Bucky. She knew it was useless when she saw Bucky trying to hide his laughter, failing miserably and choking on the chicken.

“Why? Since the last two years, husband toh chodho, you don’t even have a boyfriend! You have become so famous now, working with so many cricket teams. I admit that Peterson is elderly and married, but you could’ve at least come in the news with a hot new player! And that Greenberg’s son, he also has become an actor! Your love life is so barren that even I have the extreme urge to just set you up with someone.”

“Baba Yaar, don’t start this please.” In an attempt to avoid further conversation with Steve, (Y/N) turned to face Sam who had been on cooking duty that day.

“Tu toh chah gaya yaar! The chicken is top class!”She grinned at Sam with such fake sweetness that Sam started laughing loudly.

Steve grumbled under his breath while Bucky snickered at his husband’s life long wish to see his daughter happily married after he had had to deal with her numerous break up sagas.

X-X-X

“Is September fine?”

“Yes. My planners will be here by then. Have we decided a venue yet?” Michelle Jones, MJ only to her friends and the fiancée of Peter Stark, the heir of Stark Industries, was stirring her tea with a dainty hand while the other pointed at available dates in her planner.

Their elaborate planning was disrupted by a booking voice. The man, seemingly Peter's age, sat across them, a warm and homely aura arriving with him.

“Stark, man! You’re in LA and didn’t call? But then, how can anyone compete with you?”The man smiled at Peter and Michelle. Peter, who perked up mildly, as much as his controlled expression would allow, and replied, “Michelle, meet Ned Leeds. My best friend since 5th grade. Ned, my fiancée, Michelle.”He introduced the two strangers.

“Congratulations, and my sympathies, Michelle. You are marrying a work machine."Ned joked. He then faced Peter and added, "Still, great that you’re finally settling down. God knows how I would have tolerated you, alone and lonely at 75.Anyway, I have a business meet in five minutes. I saw you here and thought that maybe we could catch up. Call me later, Peter, and nice to meet you, Michelle.”Ned bid a good day and left the soon-to-be married couple together.

“He’s really sweet.”Michelle smiled.

“Yes.” Peter replied, lost in old memories.

X-X-X

“Look, if you want to marry some boring doctor or banker, I won’t attend that marriage. Now if you manage to snag someone who is adventurous and charming just like you, that would be a match made in heaven."

“Nobody stays, Steve.” She remembered the various times she had been dumped on pretense of being ‘too loud, not simple enough, not having a control on her tongue' etc. She frowned and looked down at her chicken.

“Don’t take old breakups to heart kiddo." Bucky joined in the conversation."Besides, those fools weren’t good enough for you. You see, your good luck will just start.” After Steve and his daughter had moved to the US, he had met James “Call me Bucky” Barnes, with a prosthetic arm and one hell of an attitude. Steve fell for it like a ton of bricks, of course.

"You mother would have beaten all your ex-boyfriends to pulp." Steve joked.

(Y/N) laughed. "Yeah, she would have also put a lot more of an effort to find me a guy, now that I have my dream job."

"So you're saying that I should put more efforts?" Steve glanced at her hopefully.

"She probably trying to tell you that she can handle these things when they come her way, punk."

"Shut up, jerk."

(Y/N)and Sam exchanged glances and merely shook their heads at the couple's antics.

Glossary:

bajade unki : Literally, blow them up. It's slang for “best of luck”

husband toh chodho: Leave a husband, (here it means leave a husband, you haven’t even found a boyfriend)

A/N:

So a note about why Steve can speak Hindi. According to this canon, he moved to India and married Reader’s mother. They lived in India for 10 years, where he picked up the language and culture. After his wife’s death, he moved back to the US with his daughter, where he married Bucky.

#Peter parker x reader #marvel imagine #indian! reader #spiderman x reader #marvel au #Billionaire au!#physiotherapy #peter paker #tony stark #pepper potts #steve rogers #bucky barnes #wanda maximoff #Peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you

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amarabliss · 6 years

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Eia Au, Eia ‘Oe ~ Here I am, here you are - 7 (Steve McGarrett/Twin Sister & Danny Williams/Reader)

Just a things begin to return to normal again after Steve’s arrest and escape, Steve’s twin sister comes walking into their lives McGarrett style dropping an emotional bomb. Danny is intrigued finding it hard to resist that McGarrett charm, finding it irresistible in ways he never thought possible…

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six*

*Contains music you must listen to, to better set the mood...Trust me...

Danny walked through the McGarrett house a few days later with a little spring in his step. He’d earned his title the last few days. Not Five-0, but detective.

He took a deep breath when he saw you reading a book in the hammock in the backyard. He’d screwed up the other night by moving too fast. You had shot him down quickly, well logically at least, but as he said he wasn’t one to give up.

He smiled as he walked out the screen door slamming against the house getting your attention. You smiled and waved at him before you closed your book and adjusted your silly bucket hat on your head, “Hey!”

“Hey yourself.” He smirked as he pointed to the hat, “Is it a McGarrett thing to wear dumb hats.”

He laughed as your mouth dropped opened offended, “I will have you know that this is a sensible fishing hat that clearly protects you from the sun.”

“And makes you look like an overgrown toddler.” He poked at you again, “You and your brother should take a picture together it’d be both adorable and equally embarrassing.”

You rolled your eyes in true McGarrett fashion as you swung your legs off the hammock meeting solid ground, “I hope you didn’t come over here to just insult my head wear.”

“As a matter of fact, I did not.” He swayed in excitement getting a curious head tilt from you, “How are you feeling today?”

Your eyes narrowed on him as he smiled at you, “I’m doing alright…Danny?”

“Yes?” He licked his lips as he put his hands in his pockets.

“I get the feeling that you are wanting to tell me something…” You stood up crossing your arms over your chest as you cocked your hip in his favorite way.

“Not tell you…more like show you.” He smirked as he held his hand out to you.

Your face contorted into confusion, “Danny…”

“Trust me.” His eyes lit up playfully making it hard to refuse him. His grin got bigger when you took his hand and began leading you back to the house.

“Is it a dog?” You asked as you got closer.

He glanced back at you, “What?”

“What you want to show me…is it a dog? I always wanted a dog.” You smirked seeing him sigh, “Big one, golden retriever like.”

“Sorry to disappoint, there is no dog.” He led you right through the house and out the front toward his car.

“Oh…we’re leaving?” You slowed down a little and pointed to your shorts and t-shirt, “Danny, I’m not really dressed to go anywhere.”

“You look perfect.” He smiled opening the door for you. You hesitated which made him nervous, but finally relented sliding into the car.

He shut the door and slid across the hood of the silver Camaro making you giggle, something else he could add to the list of things he liked about you. Simple sound, but so delicious to the ears.

He glanced at you as he backed out, “Just…you know, let me know if you start to feel tired or anything. I want this to be special.”

“Special?” He saw the worry and excuses working their way up.

“Relax, I promise this is simply something to make you feel happy.” He tried to sound reassuring, but his excitement dampened it only making the confused look on your face more permanent. Or was it anxiety?

The drive wasn’t terribly long as he pulled into a parking lot towards the back of a few hotels on the main drag. He got out running around to your side helping you out.

You gave him a strange look, “Danny, I’m not broken…”

“No, I know…I can just feel my mother across the ocean in New Jersey slapping the back of my head telling me to be a gentleman.” He smiled offering his arm out to you, which you took without any resistance.

He notices your smile when he put his free hand over yours on his arm. This wasn’t a date, but he did want you to know what he was capable of. His hope was that taking you here would open the door for opportunity. Or at least a window.

“Where are we, Mr. Williams?” Shivers went down his spine when you addressed him that way. It was sensual and flirty, he planned to play along.

“Ms. McGarrett, I made it my personal goal to find this place for you.” He stopped outside the door smiling, “It wasn’t easy, and it took a lot of digging, which lead me nowhere, until good ol' Chin Ho Kelly gave me the answer.”

“The answer to…?” You made a face. He didn’t answer you, but only nodded for you to open the door. You sighed and reluctantly began to open the door, “You know…I’m not overly fond of surpr-”

You fell silent as the low drawl of a saxophone filled the void. You glanced back at the still smiling Danny before you moved down the stairs in to the club.

It was like a cozy hideaway. Speakeasy-esque in its decorations and dimly lit, scent of cigar smoke and bourbon in the air. Your father would have loved it.

You turned to Danny tears beginning to prick the corners of your eyes, “Danny…I don’t know what to say…”

“Don’t say anything.” He told you as he guided you across the busy room of older coupled and guests to a table on the side of the stage where a band played, “Just enjoy it.”

As you took a seat an older gentleman approached wearing an apron. His smile was gentle as he spoke, “Detective Williams, good to see you back.”

Danny shook his hand firmly, “Good to be here, Arthur. Thank you for holding the table tonight on short notice.”

“It was a good reason.” Arthur smiled looking at you, “Your father was a good man, and an excellent patron.”

“You knew him?” You stared up at him a spark lighting up in your eyes.

“He came here every Friday night since we opened. Sat here, listened to the band, ordered two drinks. One for himself, and one for his daughter who enjoyed the music as much as him.” Arthur told you crossing his arms in front of himself, “Always said one day he’d get you here for a dance. When we heard what happened…well…everyone is deeply sorry for your loss.”

You thanked him quietly before he took your order walking off. Danny watched you turn to the band occasionally wiping a year away. Finally, he couldn’t contain himself, “You alright?”

You looked at him a bittersweet expression coming to your eyes, “Yeah…I think so. I can just…I don’t know…feel him here. Is that weird?”

“No.” Danny crossed his leg catching his knee with both his hands, “Not at all. Seems like you two were really close.”

“We were.” You nodded a little, “It was always me and Dad and Mom and Steve, and Mary just fit everywhere.”

When you laughed he felt his stomach flip excitedly. It was such a great noise. Soft and airy making your eyes crinkle and your mouth turn into a smile that lit your entire face up, “You just thought of something nice…”

“Yeah, I did.” You smiled at him turning a little in your seat to look at him, “When I was about seven, Steve and I, we were inseparable. Mary had just became a thought when they found out her gender and everyone was excited except for us. We liked our little unit and didn’t want it to change.”

“So…not knowing how babies worked we simply wrote a letter to Santa for answers asking him to ‘Please return this new baby, and we will be good and skip Christmas.’” He chuckled a little as you retold the tale, “But then we got a reply! That was the best part. Green paper, glitter, the works.”

“What did it say?” Danny leaned forward a little hanging on every word.

“Dear Steve and Y/N, I know change can be hard, but believe me this will be a new adventure. I have a special message just for you from your baby sister: Big brother and sissy, I am excited to meet you and learn from you. Santa has already told me of your great adventures, especially the recent one where you found the star fish. He said it was beautiful and I hope one day you can show me a star fish too.” You shrugged a little, “Love your baby sister, your biggest fan, Mary McGarrett.”

“Did it work?” He asked you quietly, “Did you accept it or…”

“Oh I was pissed!” You told him reaching for your drink, “Santa didn’t know me, and no letter was going to make me want this kid in my life. Nah, I didn’t like Mary until my dad put her in my arms for the first time…then she became my Mary. I loved her and protected her. Steve was the same way. Crazy McGarrett Trio.”

“What made you think of all this?” He asked as you took another sip of your drink.

Your eyebrows went up as you glanced to the band, “Uh…Dad and I were dancing…when the letter came through the mail slot. Song sounds similar.”

“Hm…” He smiled a little looking at the band before he took a deep breath and stood up. He held his hand out to you, “Well we shouldn’t waste it then.”

You stared at his hand as you started shaking your head, “Danny, no one else is dancing…”

“They’re old…they want to sit…” He smirked reaching down taking your hand in his pulling you up out of your seat and stepped toward the front of the stage.

He watched as your face flushed when his hand met your hip, the other holding you hand out as he began to sway with you, “Danny…”

“Hey…” You looked into his eyes, “This one is for your dad.”

You smiled a little before licking your lips, “Okay…you’re right…”

“I know I am. You should tell your brother. Maybe he’ll actually listen to me from time to time.” He looked away a little as he adjusted his hand in yours letting a couple of his finger interlace with your comfortably.

“Have you heard from him?” He looked back to you seeing the concern on your face.

He shook his head frowning a little, “No…I left a few messages though giving him a piece of my mind…stupid son of a…”

You smiled as he trailed off falling silent, “I appreciate you trying.”

“Of course,” He looked into your eyes finding it so easy to get lost in them, “I’ll keep trying until I get through to him.”

He didn’t take his eyes off yours as he felt your hand relax on his shoulder as you both moved a little closer together and small intimate place being created just for the both of you as the music transitioned seamlessly to the next song. He stayed quiet just moving with you each gentle trill of the saxophone and piano drawing you both closer and closer.

“You are so beautiful…” His face got red instantly as his mouth hung open, “I-I didn’t…uh…wow…sorry, just thinking out loud I guess…”

You let out a soft giggle a small distance coming between the two of you for a moment, breaking the that space you’d found each other in, “Are you trying to seduce me, Danny Williams?”

He swallowed a little, “I don’t know…is it working?”

You flushed a little letting him that it very well might be, “Danny…”

“I know…believe me I know all the reasons to say no…” He got your attention again as he continued to sway with you, “Your brother, my daughter, our friendship…cancer…”

You looked away at the last one feeling your nose tickle as he went on, “But I don’t care…It is so easy to be around you. Everything is effortless.”

“But it won’t be forever.” You looked at him your face getting hard, “Danny, I’m not getting much better…”

“You have to give-”

“It time, I know…” You looked away shaking your head, “I want to so badly, Danny…I wanna say yes…but I don’t want to drag you down. Not when everything is so uncertain.”

“But I want it.” He whispered to you, “I want all of it…I want the uncertainty of it all…I want to take care of you. It’s been hell of year and knowing you has made it easier. I want...I want to spend a life with you.”

“Even if it’s short?” You looked at him seeing him pause stopping on the dance floor still holding you.

“Especially if it’s short…” He told you with sincere and honest conviction. You didn’t have an answer to that as he started moving again letting the music once again guide you both closer together.

Finally, you rested your head against his shoulder sighing, “I…I need a little more time to think…”

“Take all the time you need.” He rested his cheek against your forehead, “I’m not going anywhere.”

His words made you want to cry. You’d had a lot of relationships throughout your life, but there was an old soul about Daniel Williams that made him stand apart from all of them. You liked it a lot.

You smiled a little as you spoke, “Only thing that would make this night better is a good pair of heels and a swishy dress.”

“A swishy dress? Is-is that actually a thing?” He chuckled a little as you nodded.

“You know it when you see it.” You told him quietly.

“Would a ‘swishy’ dress be enough to convince you to have a night out with me?” He half joked.

“Oh yeah totally.” You laughed a little, “Every girl wants a night out in a swishy dress and a man dressed to the nines.”

“Noted.” He smiled pulling away to look at your face. It was certainly a step in the right direction. Definitely a cracked window opened.

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letshargroovetonight · 6 years

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For the trope mix ask: 6 and 77?

6. Bookshop AU & 77.In Vino Veritas

okay so here’s where my mind went with this (also it’s a college au??):

sooooo billy works at a local hole-in-the-wall bookshop to make some extra cash while he’s in school (he’s on a full ride scholarship). he likes it because it’s pretty quiet and he can get schoolwork done when there’s no one around. or when he doesn’t want to do work, he can READ ALOT (boy can get through two or three books a week if he feels like it).

one day it’s pouring out and a boy ducks into the shop, dripping wet all over the wooden floors. he makes like he’s browsing the shelves, but billy sees the way his eyes keep darting to the windows to see if the rain’s letting up at all.

“you can’t stay here if you’re not buying anything,” billy snips at him, annoyed that he’s distracting him from finishing his ethics paper.

“c’mon man, i forgot my umbrella,” the boy begs.

billy pins him with a glare.

the boy sighs, grabs something from a shelf without even looking at it and brings to the checkout desk.

billy rings him up.

“into french cooking?” billy asks, an eyebrow quirked up in question.

“uh what?” the boy’s confused, not realizing that the book he choose is a cookbook. he glances down and sees what he’s buying.

“oh, um. yeah?” he replies.

the boy hands over some cash, watches billy as he pulls his change from the register.

“are you at the university? i feel like i’ve seen you around campus,” the boy says.

“yeah, i’m in the premed program,” billy replies.

“business,” the boy offers even though billy didn’t ask.

“i’m steve, by the way,” the boy introduces himself, puts forward a hand which billy begrudgingly accepts for a shake.

he takes the cookbook, plops himself in one of the few chairs tucked next to the shelves, tries to make a show of going through his new purchase.

“i don’t even understand this! half the words are in french,” steve grumbles. billy shoots steve another glare. can’t he see he’s trying to do work here?

“more of a comics fan than cookbooks, if i’m honest,” steve says.

billy perks up at that, asks steve if he’s read the watchmen (one of billy’s favorites) and of course steve has and they start discussing that.

and that’s how the strike up a friendship! steve starts visiting billy at the bookshop a lot and billy even allows him to do his schoolwork there too. and they talk or sit in silence, reading comics or billy’ll help steve with wording for his papers and steve will help quiz billy on anatomy in turn.

one night when billy is closing up shop (the owner is super trusting of billy as he’s worked there for over a year now and allows him to do that on his own most nights) and he sees the floof of steve’s hair over the smaller bookshelves pushed up against the windows. he smiles - he started looking forward to steve’s frequent visits a while ago

steve pops in through the door, beaming, with a bottle of wine.

“is this bookshop appropriate?” steve jokes holding up a merlot.

“god, i hate red wine,” billy gripes but drinks half of the bottle with steve anyway.

they both get wine-drunk, steve has been hiccuping for about three minutes straight. he’s being dramatic about it, falls out of the old cushion chair he likes to sit in whenever he’s here. with his face smushed against the floor, he turns the conversation towards his accounting class that he’s practically failing.

“it’ll be fine,” billy says, “you always seem to manage to pass your classes anyway.”

“it doesn’t even matter,” steve huffs. “i fucking hate business.”

“but that’s your major,” billy points out, confused. it’s the first billy’s heard of this.

“it’s what my dad wanted me to major in. he said he wouldn’t pay for my tuition if i didn’t. so it was whatever dear ol’ dad decrees,” steve sneers.

billy takes this information in. it clashes with the idea of what he thought of as steve’s “perfect life” - the trips abroad he made every time they had a break from school, the constant stream of money steve seemed to be able to throw around.

“he’s under the impression i’ll be working for him after i graduate. well, fuck that,” steve says.

“dads fucking suck sometimes,” billy agrees. or in neil’s case, all the time, but billy keeps that to himself for now.

steve turns on his back, stares up at the ceiling.

“maybe i’ll open a bookshop up like this one,” steve muses. “i like it here. with you.”

his eyes slide over to billy and billy’s stomach clenches.

#harringrove #the feelings are coming #also after steve opens up to billy albeit drunkenly #it kind of cements a trust between them #and billy begins opening up to steve #which he hasn't really with anyone before #ohhhhh thanks for sending this!!#answered #localtrashgoblin

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jrubalcaba · 7 years

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Precious Cargo Ch. 14 - The Big News

Precious Cargo Chapter 14 - The Big News

author: jrubalcaba

featuring: OFC Guinevere “Gwen” Adams x Bucky Barnes

word count: 1783 words

rating: PG

warnings: Feels galore

A/N: @avenger-nerd-mom is the best beta ever!

At first there was darkness everywhere, but after a while I could sense bright lights. I could feel something cold in my right hand and something tight wrapped around my left arm. I could hear beeping and someone nearby was breathing deeply, almost like they were asleep. I opened my eyes slowly, taking in my surroundings. I was in the medical wing of the tower. I looked to my left and could see the heart monitor, tracking my vital signs, a blood pressure cuff just above my elbow. A sigh from my right startled me. I snapped my head around and saw him. Bucky. He must have been here a while, because he was still in the clothes he was wearing the day we left. He was asleep, his metal hand holding my right. I squeezed his hand, hoping to wake him up, and it worked.

“Wha-Gwen! Oh I'm so glad you're awake! Everyone's been worried,” he gushed, leaning forward to brush my hair back from my face. I gave him a small smile. “You need anything? Water? Trip to the bathroom? Food? Tell me and I'll get it for you.” Geez. He's not normally this attentive, even when we were together.

“Water,” I rasped, my throat dry. Bucky sprang up and ran to the sink, filling up a cup with water before bringing it back to me and tilting it up ever so slightly so I could take a sip. Oh my god it tasted so good. “Thank you. Can you let my doctor know I'm awake?” I asked. He left the room without a second glance. Wow. I need to remember how to do that. The door opened and Dr. Cho walked in, Bucky on her tail.

“Miss Adams, so glad you're awake. You lost quite a bit of blood back there. A couple of the bullets went straight through,” Helen informed me. Well, son of a bitch! No wonder I went out so fast. She wasn't done with her assessment though. “There was a bit of a problem, due to your underlying condition, but everything has been checked out and you're going to be making a full recovery.”

Underlying condition? WTF? Bucky was in the same boat as me, as he had a perplexed look on his face.

“Underlying condition? What does that mean? Is something wrong with her?” He questioned. She looked at him with an apologetic face before answering. “Sorry Sergeant Barnes, but seeing as you're not my patient’s next of kin, I cannot discuss anything with you unless she tells me otherwise, in writing.” Helen smiled, clearly dismissing him. Bucky walked out of the room like a puppy with its tail between its legs. As soon as the door was shut, she rounded on me.

“So, I need to tell you this because I'm sure that he's going to notify the team that you're awake, and that means we have a few moments before we're interrupted.” She paused, checking to make sure he wasn't listening, before coming back to sit next to me. “Your underlying condition? You're pregnant. 9 weeks along and confirmed by ultrasound and blood work,” she stated.

Pregnant? Me? There has to be a mistake. Bucky couldn’t have kids. Unless HYDRA lied to him, which given their history, it’s entirely plausible. He’s the only guy I’ve ever been with, and he never used condoms while we were together. Holy fuck! I'm pregnant!

“I can see that this is a surprise to you. Normally, the kind of trauma that you've experienced could have caused you to miscarry, but, and I'm thinking I'm correct in this, but the fetus is half super-Soldier, so it's still viable.” Helen squeezed my hand and gave me a sad smile. “I know it's a lot to take in, but you need to rest and recuperate,” she insisted, patting my hand. “It's not just you anymore-” she was cut off as the door opened and Wanda, Steve and Natasha filed in. Wanda got to me first, embracing me in a tight hug.

“I'm so glad you're ok! I've missed you so much!” She exclaimed. The other two gave me a smile and a nod before I realized that no one else was coming in.

“Where's Barnes and the rest of the team?” I murmured, my throat still sore. They all looked at each other before Steve stepped forward.

“He's more than likely taking a shower, getting some clean clothes, and eating. He came in with you and hasn't left your side since. He wanted to be here when you woke up,” the captain explained. Oh. Well, that's...sweet. “The rest of the team is waiting for you.”

In my fuzzy brain, I begin to process things. “How long have I been out?”

“You've been out for a day and a half. Dr. Cho said that you have some issue that no one knew about, so she wanted to monitor you to make sure nothing was wrong,” Wanda answered my thought out loud.

“Oh. Well, ok then. Dr. Cho, when can I leave?” I asked. She smiled knowingly at me, because it's a well-known fact that I cannot stand being the center of attention, medical or otherwise. She really is an amazing doctor.

“Let me go fetch your discharge papers, then I can come unhook you from the machine,” she replied. Natasha suddenly produced some clothes from behind her back.

“I figured you'd want some of your own clothes to wear instead of scrubs,” she stated, shrugging. I nodded, flashing a grateful smile her way. Dr. Cho returned, placing some paperwork on my lap before leaning over me to begin unhooking the leads to the machine.

“No one knows. Your secret is protected by doctor-patient confidentiality,” she whispered in my ear. I peered at her out of the corner of my eye before she spoke louder. “You will need to relax. Your left arm will need to stay in a sling for a couple days. No extra curricular activities, do you understand?” I nodded my head, catching her eyes to ensure that I was replying to both statements. Everyone left so Dr. Cho could help me get dressed.

Once I had my own clothes on, albeit significantly tighter, I was in the elevator, heading up to the living quarters. When the doors opened, there was a chorus of “WELCOME HOME!” The whole team was standing under a banner that read ‘WELCOME HOME GWEN’. I smiled as they took turns hugging me until I noticed that Bucky had joined them. His hair was still damp from his shower and he had clean clothes on. He walked forward, holding an envelope out to me.

“Hey. Um, so Elliott and Zoey’s parents didn't get to meet you or anything, so they gave me this to give to you,” he said, nodding at the envelope and handing it to me. “Oh, before you ask, both of them are fine. Not a scratch, bruise, or hair out of place. They were really scared that you were gonna die though.” He rocked back on his heels, looking sad. His phone suddenly went off, and as he pulled it out, Sam looked over at it and whistled.

“Damn dude. Where'd you find her?” He asked, jealous. Bucky looked over at him with his best ‘eat shit and die’ look and shoved the phone back in his pocket, his eyes straying over to me for a split second.

“Forget about it. Let's celebrate Gwen being home, alright?” he offered, changing the subject, but I wasn't gonna let him off that easy.

“Sam, was it a blonde woman with dark eyes?” I may have been talking to him, but my eyes never left Bucky's face, so I saw the guilty look pass over him before Sam confirmed my suspicion.

“Yeah it was. She, uh, didn't have any clothes on,” he replied, a blush dusting his cheeks. Fan-fucking-tastic. First Bucky brought her home to do god knows what, now she's sending him dirty pictures. Unbelievable.

“Great. You know, I appreciate the thought of celebrating and all, but I'm starving and I would love to just order some pizza and relax,” I suggested. Everyone could feel the tension between Bucky and I but I could tell they weren't going to push the issue since I had just come out of the hospital and didn't need anymore stress.

“Alright,” Tony said, clapping his hands together. “Everyone figure out what you want on your pizza and I'll call in an order. Grab your drinks, get comfortable, and we'll meet in the theatre.” Everyone was going their separate ways, so I walked over to the closest chair and opened the envelope. There was a letter inside from Elliott and Zoey’s parents.

Dear Gwen,

We want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts for taking care of our children. They are our entire world and being taken from them has been torture. We were told about what had happened at the gas station. How you hid them. How you selflessly put your life on the line to protect them. How you took several bullets and lost copious amounts of blood all in the name of our children.You saved their lives, and we are eternally grateful.

We didn't know if you would pull through, so we had plans in place in case you did or didn't. If you're reading this, that means you pulled through and that all of your medical bills are taken care of. It’s the least we could do. If you didn't pull through, we were going to pay for your funeral services. We hope to keep in touch with you on behalf of Elliott and Zoey. Thank you so much for taking care of the precious cargo that is our children.

I wiped the tears away as I finished the letter. I looked up and Bucky was there, watching me. I stood up and pushed past him, going to my room and slamming the door. I slid to the floor as more tears came. Knowing that I had a child growing inside me, that could have been lost, suddenly hit me. This was no way to raise a child. I could not, in good conscience, bring a child into this life. Not to mention that if people know that I'm carrying the Winter Soldier’s child, I will most certainly have a target upon my head. Bucky cannot know. He more than likely wouldn't care anyway, seeing as how he cheated on me. There's only one path I can choose. I will not tell Bucky and I will have to disappear and never speak to the team, who had become the family I never had, again.

Chapter 15

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