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kortsitron · 4 years

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I'll Be There, Doll

Pairing: 40's! Bucky Barnes × 40's! Male! Reader

AU: None

Warnings: homophobia, reader being beaten up, hospital, problems with sleep and eating

Summary: Your boyfriend is doing his best to help you with trauma after one, unfortunate evening.

It was Monday evening when everything happened. You were on your way home when some two guys pushed you into a dark alley and begun to punch and kick you while yelling a lot of hurting things. It didn't took much for you to pass out. You woke up a few hours later in the hospital.

The first thing that you noticed was the fact that sun was about to rise. Then you noticed your arm. It was in plaster, so it meant it was broken. You only signed at it.

You started thinking about the things these men called you. You quickly connected the dots in your head. They hurt for being gay.

You weren't afraid of the fact that they could kill for that, no. You were afraid about your boyfriend, James Buchanan Barnes, known also as Sergeant Barnes. You never wanted him to lose everything he worked for. You wouldn't be able to forgive yourself if anything like that would happen. You felt yourself start to have some kind of panic attack when thinking about it, but you decided to ignore it. Everything will be fine, right?

After around 30 minutes, Bucky finally found your room. He stormed in and when he saw you, he felt like his heart stopped for a second. He closed the door and walked to the bed to lovingly touch your face. "Doll..." It was the thing he was able to say when your eyes locked with his. Your black eye, broken arm and a few bandages on your head, making him feel like he is going to fall apart.

"Hey Buck." You greeted him with a weak smile that made him melt inside. Bucky took a chair and sat the next to the bed.

"Who did this to you?" He asked quietly as he took your hand, trying to give you some support. You were silent. "Please, (Y/N). Don't kill me with that silence." His thumb gently brushed your fingers.

"I don't remember who these guys was, it was too dark for me to see, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault." He shook his head, faking smile just to make you feel like everything was fine. "Do you remember anything, love?" His smile quickly faded away.

"They called me 'things' and I guess they might know that I'm gay." You nervously played with your fingers and looked away. "I don't think we're safe anymore."

"Until I'm here, I will make sure that you will be safe." He said it so confidently, that you couldn't help the giggles. He cupped your cheek and made you look at him. "You know that you're safe with me, right?"

"I know, but you're not safe." Bucky raised an eyebrow in confusion. "If society will find out that you're gay, you're going to lose everything. I can't let that happen, James." He knew that you were serious. You always used his name when you were serious.

He couldn't think of anything other than kissing your forehead to calm your nerves down. "Don't think about it now." He murmured into your forehead, which caused you to chuckle. "There is my boy." He pulled away and cupped your cheeks.

Two days later, you finally were able to go to your house. Before that one very important happened. Men from Monday came to the hospital to end what they started. Luckily Bucky was there with you. One of the nurses called the cops so you finally were able to feel safe.

When you where in your house, some things changed. Your sleeping routine got worse. You got problems with sleeping before, but now you were afraid that if you will fall asleep, someone will come and hurt you. You started eating less food that usual. You simply felt miserable. Bucky and Steve noticed that, but didn't wanted to mention that yet.

Boys accompany you to your house, because you asked them to. They understood your fears and they had no problem with it. When you were about the enter the house, without hesitation you called Bucky's name. "Yes, doll?" He turned to you, waiting patiently for the thing you wanted to told him.

"Will you come over later for the night?" You asked while tapping with your fingers at the wooden door.

"No problem. Will come at 7, is that fine?" He answered it with enthusiasm, he didn't sleep at your house a lot lately and he was happy about spending some time with you.

"Yeah, thanks. See ya." You waved to Buck's and Steve's direction before entering your house and closing the door behind you. You sighed happily thinking about that you will not be afraid to sleep or do anything else alone.

"You're going talk with him about eating and stuff like that, right?" Steve asked worried about your health as he was walking with Bucky.

"Of course. What kind of boyfriend I would be if I wouldn't do that." He shook his head. He knew that conversation about that topic might not be easy.

"Good, I hope he will be fine." Steve wasn't trying to hide how upset his was.

"Oh come on. He will be, I'll take care of him." Bucku patted Steve's back, giving him comfort. "It might take some time, but (Y/N) will be alright."

"Glad that you came." You cheered as Bucky went to your house. He had a bag with him. "Why did you brought a bag?" You raised an eyebrow, clearly being interested what's inside.

"Some clothes. I know that you like my uniform," He winked at you as both of you went to the living room. "but wearing something more comfortable will be just fine for night like that." He added as he begun to take out clothes from the bag. "You want to the change here or--"

"Go to the bathroom, Buck." You laughed as he went to the kitchen. "Is spaghetti okay with you?"

"Of course, because you made it." A few minutes went and Bucky was in the kitchen. You were waiting for him, sitting next to the table with the spaghetti that you made earlier. Bucky noticed that you didn't got you're as much food as he got. He decided to stay silent about it, you looked so happy and he didn't wanted you to look upset. "Smells delicious." He complemented as he sat down and begun to eat.

"Thanks. It was a little bit harder to do it with this arm, but I did it." Bucky smirked at your enthusiasm. He didn't said anything, but he was proud of you. And you knew that, his smirk told you.

You had a small conversation during dinner. Then you decided to watch something. You ended in the bedroom cuddling and listening to the rain that started almost a hour ago. You were laying on him.

"(Y/N)," Bucky begun as he played with your hair. You made a simple "hmm" sound as the answer. "What's with you and eating?" You tensed up when he mentioned it. He felt it. "You are eating less than usually did. What is doing on doll?"

You refused to move in anyway, to avoid looking into his blue eyes. "Nothing, I'm eating like I always did." You felt Bucky shift after your answer.

"Don't lie to me. I know you for too long." He purred out a little bit annoyed. "Is this because of that situation?" He looked at you. You weren't able to find enough confidence to look into his eyes.

"I'm alright. Don't worry about me." You whispered, knowing that it's a lie. You weren't okay at all. "Please, I don't want to talk about it." Your voice broke. Bucky knew what it meant. You were about to cry. That topic was sensitive for you.

"(Y/N), it's okay." He said as he kissed your head. "I'm worried about you. I need you to be fine again." You pressed your face into Bucky's chest to calm down. "Shh... Little boy. I think you should go to sleep." You shook your head.

"No, I don't need sleep." You choke out as you looked at him. You had a dark circles under your eyes. You haven't sleep without waking up and stress for a week now. "It's only 10 PM, I don't--"

"You are afraid, aren't you?" He asked quietly. He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear you saying that. He couldn't wait for you saying what is going on. He knew you won't say anything with a small push. "You are afraid that someone is going to hurt you while you're sleeping? Is that why you wanted me stay?" You only brought yourself to nod. "Why haven't you told me about it?"

"It's embarrassing."

"It's not, doll. You need sleep. I don't have to go anywhere tomorrow so I can stay awake if you want that." Bucky sat up, so he could take a better look at you. "Go change and I--"

"You need sleep too." You protested as quickly as you got from bed. "If you really want me to sleep, just stay close to me." Bucky smiled and nodded. You got yourself a pyjama and changed in bathroom, Bucky did the same things after you.

You were laying in the bed, your head was on his chest while the arm that was in plastron, was on his stomach. Buck's hand was gently brushing your back to make you feel safe. You fall asleep quickly, because of the fact that Bucky was with and you were extremely tired and you needed sleep more than anything in the moment.

Night was pretty for both of you. You finally slept well and Bucky was happy about that fact. Of course, you were moving a little while speeding, which was making Bucky a little awake, but it wasn't a big problem for him.

You woke up a hours later than Bucky did. When you woke up, you immediately started looking for him around the room. "Bucky?!" You called afraid that something happened to him.

"I'm in the kitchen!" He answered after he heard your terrified voice. "Good that you woke up! Breakfast is almost ready!" He yelled in cheerful tone. You sighed as you got of bed. He was fine and you could stop panicking for a second. You went to the kitchen to see Bucky making pancakes wearing only boxers. You couldn't help the chuckle, you had a perfect view for such a great looking ass.

"I know, I know. I have nice ass, no need to tell me." He smirked.

"Then no complements for ya." You joked as you sat down, waiting for food.

"How do you feel?" Bucky turned to look at you. You seemed to be happy, more than any other day from the time you got back from hospital.

"Good, how's the story with you?"

"It's fine." He answered. "You remember that I have a day off, do you?" You nodded. "Great, because my today's plan is spend my entire day with you."

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indistinct-echo · 3 years

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my memory is shit but it’s better than stereo

1. Ghosts

a viewer suggested they make their topic “stereo 101″ so that viewers will chime in with helpful info since they’re new but phil was basically like no, ghosts

phil said that a painting that’s been hanging for years suddenly fell so it must be a ghost

he also told the same story that he’s mentioned previously about the woman at the end of the bed, having a guest sleep there and have the same experience, and the subsequent exorcism (there was a brief divergence into foot-fetish territory when rosie made a comment about the ghost specifically hanging out at the foot of the bed)

rosie is also onboard the ghost train / ghost boat (actual quote)

highlight was when a listener sent a clip about a ghost experience where they saw a 6-foot shiny-smooth bat in their room and both phil and rosie were uh... very into that person’s voice (phil called it smooth as the bat, I believe)

2. Animals

(this actually wasn’t all at once but i’m combining it into one topic)

part of the transition from ghosts to animals was when a listener said he had a dog that just stared at a wall the whole time, phil suggested that he check to see what’s behind the wall

tangent into if animals can be ghosts, phil seems to think yes but says they’d be more chill and just hang out as opposed to trying to get revenge on ex-boyfriends (does phil have a ghost ex that’s been giving him trouble?)

phil spoke about being afraid of horses, especially at night (I think?) and also seemed to project the horse fear onto rosie but she agreed horses are scary, said he once got to go see horses as a treat (??) given the previous foot convo, we got to hear the phrase “hoof-fetish”

phil was trying to express varying magnitudes of “goose-bump-ness” and in the end the three tiers ended up being: goose-bumps, swan-bumps, and ostrich-bumps (the last one was contributed by a listener and phil thought it was brilliant)

a listener requested they make the sound of a stressed cow. they did. i don’t quite remeber phil’s whole backstory but the cow in his story was very stressed. the moo was traumatic. rosie said it gave her goosebumps. rosie’s backstory was about a cow giving birth (she’s never given birth)

they spoke about how long various animals live (phil really doesn’t trust the ones super deep in the ocean) and phil spoke about the regenerating jellyfish. he said he’d want to live forever if he could (though he thinks the tech won’t be out until he’s like nintey).

parrots apparently live for ~70 years to which phil said that if he got one now it’d outlive him :( and they spoke about having to pass parrots down

out of the blue, rosie was like, ok but pigeons certainly cant live that long and you can hear the lightbulb going off in phil’s head bc he’s googled this and he starts to talk about his pet pigeon called steve (that’s definitely always steve and not just random pigeons), rosie is like “whoa whoa whoa” gotta explain that, she affirms that they have a really strong bond once phil mentioned that he took him to the vet. phil says that he eats from a bird feeder and not out of his hand and says that when it rains steve put his beak up against the glass and it’s really hard for phil not to let him in but he doesn’t want him to poo on the sofa (tangent into a rosie story about an accidentally-trapped pigeon getting poo all over her childhood home)

they transition into chameleon talk and a listener asks about creating a chameleon domino chain

phil was a big tomogatchi person (he calls himself the tomogotchi pro) and calls himself a cool kid

3. Embarrassing Moments

they are asked by a listener about their most embarrassing moments and they discuss how hard that is to come up with on the spot but obvs phil has plenty

he speaks about how once he was one a train from london to manchester and there were no seats, he was looking through the cars and eventually he found one next to a lady that was sleeping. he didn’t want to startle her so he sits down with a proper thump (so she knows he’s there) and is trying to give her space so he sits with one butt-cheek only. the woman then puts her hand on phil’s thigh and phil panics. rosie suggests the woman was faking but phil was like, no: worse; turns out her bf/partner/etc was in the bathroom near them and came out to find phil in his seat and the woman had thought it was her partner, a laugh is had at phil’s expense

rosie talks about how when she was making out with a guy in her exploring sexuality years (her words) she once was just in a bra and heard her bf’s mother(?) come home but she couldn’t find her shirt so she just covered herself completely in a blanket on the couch and was like “can you give us a minute?” and then instead of waiting for them to go sheepishly find her, the mother comes back in the room for 30 minutes and chats with them

a listener sent a voicenote saying they had an embarrassing moment when he was flirting with some guy (you could see phil’s avatar open it’s mouth like phil was almost going to jump in and be like ‘yay, another gay!’) at a karaoke bar and guyB said to guyA that he was going to sing “your song” and guyA was like awww you’re going to sing my song? and guyB went “no, ‘your song’ by elton john” whoops, rosie couldn’t immediately remember how it went so phil kind of sings it a bit for her (not his best work) and then she starts singing too

phil then talks about the ass tweet with the typo that he doesn’t remember typing so it was probably an ass tweet from his ass and it was funny bc everyone else was saying happy new year, but he just said ass. he laughs about how the tweet is still up

that’s pretty much all I can remember at this point! maybe my brain will plonk out some more memories later but here’s what I’ve got for now :)

#amazingphil #phil lester #stereo phil #phil and phriends

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melyaliz · 4 years

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Past loves and future babies pt. 9

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Trigger warning: Coming out and abusive parents

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Family Dinner was a bit later than normally tonight. 7’oclock. Carol North hated eating late, she had read somewhere it wasn’t good for your digestive system to eat after 8 so dinner was normally around 5:30 or 6. However the head of the house Richard had worked late so dinner had run a bit later.

It had worked in Dixie and Mac’s favor since they had more time to get their stuff together before they dropped the bomb. Next to her Mac fidgeted with his food unable to look at anyone else. Leaning over Dixie’s foot bumped her brother. Their eyes met for a moment and she nodded.

You can do this

“Dad I need to tell you something.”

“Of course what’s up?” his father looked up at his son and Dixie felt sick. She wanted to run away. A weird feeling of dread and fear flooding her system. She wanted to protect her brother from this while also wanting to run away and hide. Hide like she used to when she was a kid and her dad would blow up at their mom. Hide like she used to when her parents would fight, screaming at the tops of their lungs ending with her mother leaving for days on end.

Dixie was good at hiding.

“Dad, I’m gay.” Mac said, Dixie wasn’t sure why Mac wanted to leave like this. They had planed their escape for years now. Waiting until she was 18 so it wouldn’t be considered child napping. Part part made sense to her. But when Mac had told her how he planned on doing things she wasn’t sure why. Why couldn’t he just hide like she did?

But regardless she supported him no matter what.

“What?” Richard burst out laughing, “Are you trying to get some kind of reaction out of me?”

“No dad, I just. I wanted to be honest with you.” Mac’s face was impartial. No emotion at all. Dixie wasn’t sure how he could be so calm while her heart was racing so fast in her chest she thought she might throw up.

“Why are you trying to do this to us?” their father’s voice was so just as calm. So dangerously calm. As if he didn’t believe him. As if he was talking to a small child who just didn’t understand that dinosaurs were dead. That Santa Clause wasn’t real. “Honestly Macklin, what have I done to make you think this is ok?”

“Nothing dad, there is nothing you did. This is about me.” his leg was jittering under the table the only sign that he was even nervous. Only Dixie could see it. Only Dixie could feel the nerves radiating from him.

“Like hell it is.” Richard said slamming his hand on the table, “You are just upset that I won’t pay for you to dorm at college isn’t it? Well this is clearly why you can't. Gay my ass!”

Dixie couldn’t deal with it anymore, that was her brother Richard was talking about. This was Mac he was accusing of throwing a fit when all he was doing was telling the truth.

“Fuck you!” She snapped jumping up. They had agreed she wouldn't speak. That Mac would handle this but… she couldn't stop herself as the words spilled out. “He’s being open and honest and all you can do is focus on you.”

“Dixie!” her mother snapped glaring at her, “Language.”

They still weren’t listening. It was all about appearances. Don’t swear, don’t be out of the normal. Don't do anything we don't approve of.

“Oh please you agree with this?” Richard said to his daughter. “You're my good girl.”

“I love Mac. What is there to agree or disagree with?” Dixie whispered slowly sitting back down, her voice breaking. Mac’s hand found her’s under the table holding it tightly.

“You love Mac,” Richard laughed, “If you loved him you would be telling him he’s being an idiot.”

“And how is being gay being an idout?”

“Because it’s wrong! It’s not normal!” Richard snapped his anger focusing back on his son, “Just because you want attention or whatever doesn’t mean you should do something so… so” leaning back in his chair their father took a deep breath before cutting some meat. “Dixie go to your room. Mac if you keep spouting this nonsense you can forget college. In fact, give me your phone.”

“Dad, I pay for my phone.” Mac chocked out a bitter laugh.

“My house, my rules.”

“Yeah” Mac said standing up, “see that’s the thing. I’m moving out.”

“M… Me too” Dixie said following her brother.

“Young lady! Don’t you move!” Richard roared. Dixie flinched that feeling of fear rushing over her. She glanced up at her brother who just smiled down at her.

“Just keep walking” he whispered, pushing her in front of him. As if he could block her from their father.

“What? Are you punishing me now?” Richard said standing up, “What happened to my perfect little girl Dixie. My little princess.”

Dixie felt sick. Her stomach twisting in knots. Even now, even knowing for years what her dad really was. What kind of man he was. It still hurt.

Because a part of her wanted to be his little princess.

But her dad had always been right about her, she was unlovable.

Because even her own father didn’t really love her unless she was his little princess.

And she couldn't pretend anymore.

They both couldn’t.

“No dad, I am going with Mac.”

“Don’t… if you two walk out that door you are dead to me!” Richard screamed, “Try me! Just try. You will never get a cent from me. Never get anything. I’m your father. I have done everything for you. Give you everything! And you just want to rip this family apart!”

His endless screaming continued as they walked out. A stream of consciousness that held a sting that would echo in both their brains for much longer than either of them wanted to admit. Lie that his words meant nothing while it cut deeper than any scar they would ever receive from their future life on the streets.

The white van Mac had gotten a few weeks ago was parked a block away. Already loaded up with all their belongings. Only the ones they personally owned. They had agreed to only bring what was truly theirs.

So that they didn’t owe him anything.

Because they didn’t owe him anything.

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“Shit” Sam mumbled fumbling with his gun as he stood next to Bucky pinned against a wall. The soldiers or whatever they were came barreling down the hall. Four of them dressed to the 9s in armor ready for a fight. Where did these people come from? Why were they here?

“Bucky?” at the sound of his name Buck felt dread fill his stomach. Turning he saw Dixie walking up to him eyes wide in a cute little black dress. Her hair in a soft curl, make up done.

The date.

Steve was going to take her on a date. And now she was standing there in the middle of a war zone.

“Stay back” Bucky hissed holding a strong arm out trying to keep her away from the onslaught of fire that was raining down on them. His eyes shifting from her to Sam who was trying to stop the bleeding from the gunshot wound in his side. However Dixie didn’t seem to notice as she took a few steps forward. Her hands ghosting over his arm pushing it out of the way.

“You’re toast” all three heroes (well two heroes and one guest of the avengers) looked up to see the bad guy said holding up a gun. Eyes hard ready to shot the first person who dared to move

Dixie raised her hands up so they were visible in front of her taking another slow step forward positioning her body between the two men. “Sir, please, he’s hurt.” her voice cracked slightly, obviously frightened by what was going on. Bucky’s body grew tense, his hand slowly snaking toward the knife he had strapped to his back. If he could grab her arm and pull her back he would be able to disarm this man with minimal damage to them.

“We are just here for the time machine.”

“We don’t have any…” Sam started but the man snarled aiming the gun at him,

“Was I talking to you?” turning to Dixie he smiled, “Now pretty lady…”

Bucky’s fingers gripped the knife body tense, Dixie’s shifted slightly just a bit further out of his grasp but if he was just able to--

His thoughts were cut off when the man’s eyes grew wide at Dixie’s face, “Wait… you’re one of them!” There was a blast of purple light causing Bucky and Sam to blink. The sound of a gun going off and the smell of burning melted metal filled the air. Dixie’s right hand fell to her side, something that looked like a glowing purple fire saber burned in her hand. Moving forward she spun into the main hallway where the other men were. Bucky runs after her only to see her wing the blades in both hands stopping the bullets before slicing through one of the guys arm and another’s other’s leg.

Standing up she pressed her hand toward her ear “Mac, can you see Steve?” she asked as she ran down the hall leaving the two men alone.

“She’s not just some little human is she.” Sam mumbled as Bucky shook his head. He needed to find his best friend and soon. Or the time machine. Not that it was working, but that was probably where the goons had gone.

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Steve was in the hanger bay with Wanda. They had seen several men barging in through the open bay doors. It was hard to keep track of the soldiers, they seemed to fade in and out. When they had first arrived it looked to be about fifteen and now there was four. Two twins and a woman with a whip and a large man with two kusarigamas. Steve wasn’t sure how it was possible but he was also preoccupied with the large man advancing toward him. The chains from his kusarigamas screeching like a warning against the concrete.

“Steve” Wanda gasped trying to block the twins that were attacking her. They seemed to be fading in and out as if ghosts. Turning Steve was about to help her when he felt a pain shoot through his back.

Turning he saw the large man grinning at him. His silver plated teeth glistened in the light that streamed from the glass ceiling of the hanger. His blades glistening red.Next to him the woman smiled cracking her large steel whip.

“Get him lover” she hissed, licking her lips, her bloodshot eyes bright with excitement.

Some guy with a Mohawk and these huge kusarigama let out a snarling laugh bearing his silver plated teeth. Next to him a woman with a whip crackled it at Steve’s legs.

“Come at me Mr America!” he hissed slashing at Steve again barely missing Steve’s ribs as the super soldier twisted out of large man’s way. Steve’s gaze drifted toward Wanda who was holding off the twins. It was hard to tell if she was gaining the advantage or not from where he was.

The black steel of the Kusarigama smashed into Steve’s shield making Steve’s arms ring from the aftershock bringing him back to the fight in front of him. Before he could fight back, the man kicked him with a thick boot making Steve fall onto his back.

This wasn’t good.

The man smiled holding up the blade bridging them down hard on Steve’s shield causing sparks to ignite against the shield.

“I'm going to cut you open like a fish” the man howled , raising his hands again. A few feet away the woman laughed cracking her whip in a rhythmic crack, crack, crack.

Steve braced himself as the large man lifted up his blades above his head ready to crash them back down.

And then a bright purple light burst from the man’s chest. Burning through his sternum the smell of burning flesh filled Steve’s nose. Letting out a cough the man looked down at in shock. Blood dripped from his mouth before he stumbled backwards off Steve. Choking a few times before he crumbled onto the floor. The life leaving his eyes

Steve sat up to see Dixie standing there, panting slightly. Blood splattered across her hands and over her chest and neck. Her eyes hard as she met him. He couldn't see any wounds so Steve could only assume the blood wasn’t hers. Another purple blade like the one that was glowing out of the man’s chest was in her left hand.

The woman with the whip, seeing her comrade, out a screamed scream running toward Dixie. Turning Dixie held out her hand, the blade from the man’s chest faded away before appearing back in her hand. Taking a defense stance with both blades she stood over Steve.

“DIE BITCH!” the woman screamed, swinging her whip. It was no match for the blades Dixie cut through the steel coil as if it was a hot knife through butter. Pulling out a gun the woman shot a few bullets toward Dixie but she quickly deflected them continuing to walk toward the woman.

“Stand down” Dixie said, “and I won’t cut your arms off.” her voice filled with venom. Steve had never heard that tone before. Commanding, meaning every word. It wasn’t a threat, it was a promise.

Something the woman didn’t seem to realize as she let out a snarl, tears in her eyes. “I’m going to kill you!” she cried grabbing a rocket launcher that was strapped to her back. As she pulled the trigger Dixie threw one of her glowing blades forward slicing the woman’s shoulder making the women scream falling to her knees.

Moving quickly ignoring the pain in his back Steve bolted up grabbing Dixie by the arm pulling her back flush to his chest. Swinging his shield he hit the rocket up sending it spinning through the glass ceiling.

Dixie looked up at him as shards of glass showered down around them. His blue eyes meeting her own as he held his shield up over them protecting them.

“Are you ok?” she asked, her expression softening and something in Steve shifted. He should be asking her that. He should have been rushing to save his little -not- wife. Yet here she was barging into the fight covered in who knows what’s blood checking on him making sure he was ok.

“I… yes” he said, a feeling of relief washing over him so strong he bent over gently kissing her forehead.

“Y… you weren’t supposed to be..”

The couple turned to see one of the twins standing there with a gun in his hand. Wanda behind him, her powers holding the other, her eyes glowing as she reached up to grab the other when there was a whirring sound and a net flew out of nowhere tangling the man before electrifying him.

“Stay the FUCK away from my sister!”

A curly haired man cried walking into the hanger, dressed in jeans and a black button up shirt, he had a pair of clear green glasses and was holding up a weird silver bracelet around his left arm. An army of drones followed him.

“MAC!” Dixie let out a squeal pushing away from Steve crawling under his shield that was in front of both of them before dashing toward the man. Throwing herself into his arms she hugged him tightly.

Steve knew the name. He had caught Dixie several times on the phone talking to a Mac. Her face lit up in pure joy and comfort. She had mentioned him before too. Her brother. The only person who she seemed to mention from her previous life. The one before this.

“It’s always just been me and Mac” she would say with that look on her face. One he knew very well. It was the one reserved for those who were your family. Your most trusted. The ones you would go to the end of the world for.

It was the feeling he had for Bucky.

“What are you doing here?” she was asking him as Tony and a few other avengers walked into the hanger.

“Who’s this?”

“This is my brother.” Dixie said turning, the look on her face told Steve all he needed to know. She was worried they were going to rip them apart again.

“He’s staying.” Steve said to Tony, “I need a shower.”

“I… ok whatever” Tony shrugged knowing he would get all the information later. They had bigger issues to deal with right now. Like all the bleeding intruders.

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Steve winced as the warm water hit his back stinging the deep cuts that were slashed across his back. They were going to be a pain (in the back) to fix up. Maybe he should go down to the infirmary… or maybe.

“Want some help hansom?”

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Happy Birthday Ginger

One-shot - Characters: Neighbors, TJ Hammond & Steve Rogers GEN FOLLOWS THE FRIENDSHIP STARTED IN: LIEBESTRÄUME NO. 3 IN A FLAT AND WAS CONTINUED IN RAISING THE STAKES This one-shot was written in honor of @avenger-nerd-mom‘s birthday today, because she’s amazing, and because she’s been this series’ biggest cheerleader

TJ stood shoulder to shoulder next to Steve, neither one interrupting the occasional birdsong. The spring air was sweet and cool as the sun painted the sky and clouds a soft golden hue. The cherry blossoms on the distant trees appeared to be aflame. He took a deep breath of the soft fragrance before turning back to the modestly decorated living room. He made certain he didn’t bump the canvas on the easel. The aroma inside Steve’s apartment was a warmer, sweeter scent. He looked over at the marble counter top where four, round, golden cakes rested, as well as a dozen cupcakes.

Steve followed TJ inside, “They should be about ready.”

It wasn’t just anyone that could get TJ to set an alarm for early morning to help with a last minute birthday cake. Or much of anything else really. However, when Steve texted him the afternoon before offering to let TJ help decorate the cake, with the promise of cupcakes, he jumped at he chance. It had been a bad week, and he hadn’t felt like bothering anybody, so, he slogged alone through the rain on three consecutive days, to attend an NA meeting, the third day he’d wound up being sprayed with puddle water by a passing car. He spent the rest of his week in the company of his piano, trying to compose something that wasn’t as depressing as his apartment. TJ really needed Steve’s companionship after the week he’d had.

The birthday cake invitation could be a ruse, or it could just be Steve’s way of saying “I’ve seen what you’re trying to do,” while actually creating something sweet for a friend. TJ wouldn’t know how much of each it might be, but he appreciated the effort.

TJ had listened to Steve talk about his week earlier that morning as Steve combined ingredients for the cakes. He sat on the barstool, watching and taking notes as Steve answered his questions “why did you do that?” referring to an ingredient choice, and as Steve talked about how much he enjoyed baking from scratch.

TJ had to admire Steve’s patience, he didn’t ask the question until he was stuffing pastry bags with rich buttercream icing, “I saw you out the other day, you didn’t seem to see me. Is everything ok?”

TJ sighed, “Yeah.” He looked up into Steve’s blue eyes, framed by an arched brow of disbelief, “Ok, no. I’ve had a few rough days.”

“You never called.” Steve held out a bowl filled with fruit compote, “I thought we were supposed to do the “I’m feeling shitty” phone tree thing.”

TJ watched as Steve piped a dam around the edge of three of the cake rounds. He knelt on the barstool and started spooning the fruit filling into the void left. “I know. I also know you were on a grueling mission at the beginning of the week and I wanted to let you recuperate.”

Steve swiped a finger across the inside ledge of the bowl and slipped it into his mouth, tasting the sweet fruit sauce. “I appreciate the sentiment. But think of all the cookies we could have had.”

TJ smiled as Steve promptly washed his hands after the little faux pas, “I don’t come here for the treats, Steve.”

“I know TJ.” Steve said with a gruff seriousness. “I don’t just bake, either.”

“But you do it well when you do.” TJ replied, watching as Steve carefully placed the second layer on top of the first. Once Steve was satisfied with its placement, TJ started filling that well. “I’m much better today, yesterday things were starting to look up, my therapist tells me that it happens.”

“How do you like the new therapist?”

“Well, he’s hot.” TJ smirked. “and gay. Too bad he’s married.”

“TJ?” If his mother had been here saying that, in that tone, it would have rubbed him wrong, but with Steve, it was just funny.

“I’m kidding.” TJ laughed, sitting back on his heels. “He’s really great and no, I am not falling in love with him.”

“I’m glad.” Steve chuckled along with TJ, putting a crumb coat of frosting on the four-layer cake. “Does this look level to you?”

TJ scrutinized the cake, “not too bad, I’m sorry I didn’t call. How was the mission?”

“We got very little information out of the run. I wish I could say they were all clear-cut successes, and I know they’re not all going to be.” Steve smoothed a second coat across the cake quickly, “I’ll have to be happy with what we got.”

“I met a guy. Last weekend at that wedding? I don’t know if it’s related to my week or not.”

“Did you get his number? Give him yours?”

“I don’t know if I should, friend of the ex’s new husband. That could get tricky. I’m trying to keep my nose clean.”

Steve laughed at the double entendre.

“I did not mean that, but yeah, that too.” TJ cringed, “I can’t even apologize, you’re the one who went there.”

“So, you’re friends with your ex, your ex is married and that’s done for you, entirely right?”

“Yeah.”

“This new guy, he’s nice? What do you know about him?”

“His name is Landry. He has the softest brown eyes, and boy, can he dance. He was nice to me.” TJ shrugged.

“That’s a start.”

TJ rolled his eyes, “It always starts there Steve.”

Steve handed TJ a pastry bag filled with icing, “You’re right, I didn’t think. You think you remember how to work one of these?”

“Yeah, I also think I need to practice on one of these, and then eat it. Just to get into the right headspace.”

“Of course.” Steve winked. “If you do decide to pursue this guy,”

“You want to check his credentials?” TJ piped a few test swirls across his cupcake.

“I would just like to meet him.” Steve laughed, “You have me sounding like one of your mom’s security.”

“It’s the first place people go, which is why I never tell anybody when I’m interested in someone. You’re a special circumstance.” TJ piped edge details around the bottom of the cake. “I sure hope your friend realizes what a sweetheart you are for doing this. This cake looks amazing, or it will if I don’t screw it up.”

“I think she’ll appreciate it. You’re better at those swirls than I am. How are you with lettering?”

“Hah! That’s not going to happen. I’ll let you do the fine lines. You remember my gingerbread attempts.”

“Good thing we’re a team then.” Steve grinned.

“So, “She” huh?”

“Yeah, she. Don’t take it there, I said friend.”

“By the way, did you ever make that phone call you weren’t sure you’d make?”

“Nah,” Steve shrugged. “I never was much good with being set up. I think I do ok for myself. When the right girl comes along, I’ll know.”

“Do ok for yourself? Peggy Carter, she was better than ok.”

“She still is.” Steve smiled softly, “Did you ever meet Peggy TJ?”

“No, I was away at school when they had her retirement dinner and probably too young and stupid to realize how important it might be.”

“Would you like to meet her the next time I go?”

“Wow.” TJ stopped piping, looking up at Steve as he piped “Happy Birthday Ginger” across the cake. “Yeah, I really would like that.”

While Steve waited for TJ to finish the details across the bottom of the cake, he pulled some colored pastry bags from the refrigerator. “Let’s see if we can get a couple of decent flowers, I messed up a few the last time I tried, but I think I got the hang of it.”

“Maybe I’ll just watch.” TJ sat back, feeling intimidated by the idea of crafting flowers out of icing.

“Now what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t share knowledge?” Steve handed a floral nail and a purple colored piping bag to TJ, still holding his own (could it be periwinkle?) colored bag. TJ followed along as Steve showed him how to make small five-petal blooms.

“This is not as hard as I thought it would be.” TJ chuckled, genuinely surprised with how the blossom looked.

“Good, we need about a hundred of each color.” Steve watched as TJ’s eyes widened before he broke and laughed, “You’ll be happy to know that I made the majority of them last night.”

“You’re such an ass.” TJ laughed. “So you just wanted to fuck with me?”

“I thought you’d like learning something new.” Steve shrugged. “Will you help me make them look like hyacinths?”

“Yeah, I suppose it’s the least I can do, since you spared me the labor.” TJ climbed down from the barstool and joined Steve on the kitchen side of the island in order to assemble hundreds of blossoms into some of the prettiest spring flowers on earth. “Thanks for everything Steve. I’m really glad we became friends.”

“Me too TJ.” Steve said with a smile.

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