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Operation Man Flu: Part 3

I got done with Part 3 a little earlier than I thought I would, so here it is! I’m 3000% sure it’s my favorite part of this series, and I blame all of the gifs and pictures from Red Sea Diving Resort. Haven’t seen it yet, trying to protect my ovaries. Anyway, enjoy!

Summary: As a hacker nobody agent of S.H.I.E.L.D you get roped into what might possibly be your worst nightmare come to life. Will you survive the long weekend? Will you have a chance to get closer to a certain reserved Captain during this extremely stressful (and hilarious) situation?

Pairings: Steve x Shield Agent Female Reader!

Words: 5,672

Extra Warning for this part: Get ready for Confident/Flirty Steve Rogers. And some adult(ish) situations. Reader discretion is advised.

Ratings/Warnings: I’m going to put hard R here for the whole thing because there’s going to be cussing, mentions of sickness, alcohol consumption, physical fights, mental breakdowns. Jealousy, love triangles (sort of), angst, drama, and lots of crude humor. Also as of part three some adult situations. Just strap in.

Also no Beta so my mistakes are my only thing to claim, I don’t own any characters either, with the exception of the reader, a doctor, and some random characters here and there.

It is in Y/N (Your Name) L/N (Last Name) format. Enjoy!

(Flashbacks are completely in italics) (Picture of outfit isn’t mine, found it on the webs)

Part Three

Saturday, 1000 hours

You were awoken to the sound of a quiet knock on your door, you rubbing your eyes to look at the clock on your nightstand before attempting to get out of bed. You hadn’t had the best night of sleep, your hair looking like something from a horror movie and your rumpled matching penguin pajamas not helping matters.

“Hold on a damn minute. Jeesh.” You called, bringing your hand to the knob and throwing it open.

You came face to face with a very happy looking Sam Wilson.

“Y/N you sly fox you!”

“Sam, it’s ten in the morning. You are way too happy and I have way too much blood in my caffeine system to allow that much happy.” You went to close the door in Wilson’s face but he calmly pressed his hand into it, keeping you from returning to your bed.

“Ah but I come bearing gifts!”

Your arm shot out to grab his offering of coffee, you sighing in complete bliss as the warm latte hit your lips.

“Hazelnut. You remembered.”

“Sure did! Now let’s go we have much to discuss.” He began to pull on your arm, a quizzical expression covering your facial features.

“Sam?”

“Yes my sleepy seductress?”

“I need to change out of my pjs first.”

Your close friend looked down at your current attire and nodded his head in a “Yes you do” kind of way that would have offended you if you were more awake.

“True enough. Wear the outfit you wore to the movies with me last Wednesday!”

“That’s oddly specific Wilson, any reason?”

“I’ll explain that on the way just do it!” Sam clipped at you, shutting the door behind him as you began to look through your closet.

“How bossy.”

Going through your various garments you finally found the combination of pieces your question evading pal had demanded you put on.

“Now what was the reasoning behind this demand?” You chose to ignore Sam’s low whistle as you shut the door to your room, bringing the coffee to your lips to take another sip.

“I heard from Tony about an hour ago that our favorite Captain woke him up at five this morning to talk about YOU!”

“Me?” You sputtered, almost dropping your coffee cup but managing to keep your trembling hands steady, Sam nodding enthusiastically.

“Yes you! Did you really tell him that you could wave a flag with your feelings in red, white, and blue letters and he wouldn’t notice?”

“I was tired Sam, and he kept rambling on about how wonderful I was. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, and honestly I didn’t think he would catch on.” An embarrassed huff left your mouth, Wilson only smiling back at you.

“Well I for one am super proud of you!’

“Yea thanks but what did he say to Stark?”

“What makes you think I’m a snitch?” You gave him a flat look as you entered the elevator to head up to Quarantine. “Fine, I’ll tell you…”

~~Saturday Morning, 0500 hours~~

“Stark….Tony…Wake up!”

“Shit Cap…someone better be dying.”

“Just you. Now I need your help!” Steve helped a cranky Tony sit up in his bed, the only light available coming from the small office they had been using for supplies.

“What’s going on Rogers? Do I want to know what time it is?”

“….It’s early.”The Captain had a sheepish smile on his face as Tony checked his watch on the table next to his bed, groaning as his eyes strained to read the time. “Listen it’s about Y/N…”

“I saw you leave with her last night. Did you finally make a move?”

“No, but I think she did.”

Steve proceeded to tell Tony about your conversations you two had the entire day, Tony only nodding off a couple times but Steve couldn’t bring himself to be mad at the man. After all it was his fault the superhero was even up at this hour, and he clearly didn’t want to be.

“So lemme get this straight. Y/N has been giving you signals ALL day, and not once did you act on it? Damn I knew you were slow Cap but this is a new one for you.”

“I wasn’t sure if she was just being nice! I always thought her and Sam had something!” The blonde man whispered angrily, mostly at himself for not seeing it sooner.

“Did you mean what you said to her?”

“Every word.”

“I see.” Tony nodded, his mind lost in thought for a moment before moving himself back down to a sleeping position on the bed. “You need to talk to her Steve. Tell her how you feel.”

“When?”

“Obviously not now.” The sick Stark growled out, shooing the soldier away. “Go get some sleep and leave me to get some myself. I’m seeing three of you and that’s three too many for this time of day.”

“But Tony what do I…”

“Goodnight Cap.” Steve rolled his eyes as Tony began to fake snore, taking the obvious hint and climbing into the spare bed next to him. Sleep didn’t come easy, but he managed to get some rest in before he awoke to the biggest case of sinus congestion he’d ever had.

1010

“Sam that’s great and all, but we both know that neither of us is going to do anything. I mean our relationship is strictly professional. I don’t even know his favorite color!”

“It’s blue.” Wilson stated with another stupid smirk, you looking down at your outfit and back to him.

“You don’t say?” Rolling your eyes you brought your attention to the shouting that was getting louder as you neared the group of ill men.

“Tony I’m your wife and you are going to listen to me and take your stupid medicine before I shove it down your throat myself!”

“Pepper must be here.” You chuckled at her shouting.

“You don’t say?” Sam mimicked you, earning a smack in the arm.

You walked in to seeing Pepper Stark straddling Tony on his bed, attempting to get him to open his mouth to take the same medicine Bucky had taken the day before. Clint and Bruce were taking bets on who would win, and Bucky for once was remaining silent.

“Oh Y/N, Sam, right on time! Help me out here would you?” You shook your head at the head of Stark industries, coming up alongside the bed to grab one of his arms to hold it in place, Sam holding down the other one from the other side.

“What betrayal is this? Et tu Brute?” Tony whimpered as Pepper forced him to down the liquid, coughing and tossing his head from side to side.

“Next time you straddle your husband, don’t ask me for help. It feels weird.” Sam muttered, avoiding eye contact with Tony as he stood to his full height.

“That’s what she said.” You giggled as Pepper rolled her eyes, Bucky bursting out laughing, which was the first noise he had made since you got there.

“Where’s Rogers?” Sam questioned, looking around the room.

“On your left.” You heard a small voice croak out behind you, your body instantly turning around to gaze at the bed next to Tony’s.

“Rogers…you look like shit.” Your words fell out of your mouth as Steve nodded in agreement. He was in the same clothes as the day before, his skin paler than normal, and his face was puffy. He sounded even worse, if that was possible.

“Damn Cap, looks like you went a few rounds with Muhammad Ali. And lost.” Sam managed to get out, the Captain in question keeping his eyes on you, never acknowledging Wilson’s comment.

“How’d you know blue was my favorite color?” You smiled sadly at Steve’s croaky congested voice, looking down at your outfit before making eye contact with Sam.

“Lucky guess.” You shrugged, the soldier’s smile widening as you bent over to feel his forehead with the back of your hand.

“You’re a bit hot.” Frowning you withdrew your hand, making a mental note at how the blonde’s eyes closed when your skin had made contact with his.

“Thanks Doll, you’re not too bad yourself.”

“Ahem…clearly Rogers has something, he’s not acting like himself.” You scratched the back of your neck, trying to hide your face.

“Nonsense. I feel fine L/W.” To make a show of his honesty he promptly shot himself up in the bed, causing you to jump back and nearly land on Tony. “See?”

You noticed as no sooner had those words came out of his mouth, the super soldier began to sway back and forth before finally falling back on the bed, rather ungracefully. “I…I may have been wrong.”

“Don’t move!” You demanded, feeling a twinge in your heart seeing him in such a state.

“ Ya easy there Pal, Wilson gave you some strong medication earlier. You’re in for a hazy day my friend.” Bucky commented, Sam nodding to the bottle on Tony’s table.

“Will you help me Y/N? I don’t...”Steve coughed into his shirt while you brushed his hair back out of his face. “I don’t think I can do this without you…”

“I’m not leaving you. I promise. Now be a good soldier and stay right here, I’ll get you a washcloth for your head.”

“Thanks…Y/N, I don’t..I don’t deserve you.” He choked out, placing a hand on top of yours for a brief moment, you heart fluttering in your chest as he smiled at you. Even looking like hell he still managed to look breathtakingly handsome.

“Sure you do…Steve. I’ll be right back don’t move.” You reassured him, taking off to find your supplies.

“Don’t plan on it!” He called back, Sam giving you a thumbs up as you pushed past him to get to the office.

What had made him so flirty? It had to be the fever. He wouldn’t do this if he was perfectly healthy.

“That went SUPER Y/N well done!” Sam praised you, shutting the door to the bathroom while you ran the cloth from the supply closet under cold water.

“Easy Sam, he’s obviously affected by the meds and sickness. He’d never be that open with me normally.”

“Yea but you still need to give him a shot! I don’t know what more you want!”

“It’s really simple.” You rung the cloth out, turning to the soldier and giving him a sad look. “I want him to ask me how my day has been. I want him to ask me out on a date and not feel like he was guilt tripped into it by you, or Tony, or even Bucky. I don’t want this sickness to give him the courage to do something he wouldn’t do in his right mind.”

“Y/N...” Sam started, a deep frown covering his face as he brought his hand to his mouth.

“I know, pathetic.”

“No it’s…I think it’s high time you get your ass out of this bathroom.” Sam commanded before running into the nearby stall and slamming the door shut. You didn’t stick around but heard him retching as you closed the door.

“Where’s Wilson?” Clint asked confused as you came out of the bathroom alone.

“Worshipping the porcelain god Barton. I’ll go ahead and make his bed ready.”

1300

“I brought Lunch! And help!” Pepper called out to you, your eyes lighting up at seeing Natasha and Wanda enter the room with her.

“Ladies you are a sight for sore eyes!” You beamed, giving each of them an emotional hug. You weren’t the only woman here anymore, you weren’t going to have to deal with these men by yourself any longer. Thank you to whoever is listening.

“Man Y/N, you miss us?” Nat snickered at your rumpled state.

“Yes. Yes I have and I’m not ashamed to admit it. These guys are the absolute worst.”

“Hey!” You jumped as the men all complained in unison.

“See what I’ve had to deal with?”

“You poor woman.” Wanda muttered sympathetically, looking at all of the sick bed inhabitants as she and Nat took off their coats.

“It hasn’t been all bad. Clint, Bruce and Thor have all been excellent patients. Barely any issues with them. Save for Thor’s incident earlier…” You trailed off to look at the pile of wood that used to be the table next to the God of thunder’s bed. It was covered in purple liquid.

“That medicine was foul Y/N, I only did what was necessary to avoid future consumption.”

“You realize the Doctor left us with tons more right?” The three other ladies and you laughed at his hurt expression, walking into the office to set the food on the counter and start dividing it up.

“You sure Chinese food is a good idea Pepper?” You questioned the red head as you pulled the pints of kung pao chicken out of a large paper bag.

“My mom always made me eat Chinese food to clear out my sinuses when I was sick.” Pepper loaded the contents of her bag onto some trays, Wanda effortlessly lifting them to float on their own out of the office.

“I could get so much done if I had super powers…”

“Tell me about it.” Nat agreed, helping you carry the remaining containers, Pepper ending the line with a couple pots of hot tea.

“DUDE IS THAT CHINESE FOOD?” Sam piped up, rubbing his hands together like a kid on Christmas as he sat up in his bed, Bruce and Clint obviously perking up as well.

“Thank god I’m starving.” Tony exclaimed, his elation ending as soon as Pepper placed a bowl of soup in front of him. “Uh honey? What is this?” He looked at the mostly broth concoction, his wife patting his head.

“It’s wonton soup sweetheart. Don’t want you eating anything super heavy when it might come up later.”

“This is the second time you’ve betrayed me today and it isn’t even two o’clock in the afternoon. Did I forget our anniversary again?” Tony scratched his head as if trying to figure out where he messed up.

“Of course not Tony. Just consider this a little karma for being an absolute child recently.” His wife kissed his cheek lovingly before taking a big bite of her chow mein in front of him.

“I don’t want this! I want sweet and sour pork!”

“Should have thought about that earlier when I had to hold you down to get you to swallow. I know it tastes bad but you just have to get over it.”

“That’s what he said.” You said quietly, Sam and Bucky chuckling in response.

“You can want all you want sweetie but it won’t change anything. You get what you get and don’t throw a fit.” The female stark cooed, Tony pouting in sadness.

“Stop talking to me like I’m a child.”

“Stop acting like one then.” Her retort caused you to snort into your fried rice, the rest of the Avengers taking time to hide their own laughter. You had taken a seat at the edge of Sam’s bed, Steve taking up nearly all of his and you didn’t want to cross any lines. You had no idea how giant this man actually was until you saw him sprawled out on the hospital mattress.

“Hey Y/N can you pass me some hot mustard?” You complied, distractedly handing Sam some of the condiment packets, your eyes not leaving the stricken super solider a few beds down. No one had really spoken to him since this morning, and his downcast eyes were breaking your heart.

“Just go ask to sit with him, you know you want to.” Sam nudged you along, you looking over at him briefly before gathering your food and walking over to him. Nat had taken a seat next to Clint and Bruce, while Wanda ate alongside Thor, eating and laughing. You felt a twinge of guilt as you neared the Captain, memories of school and eating alone coursing through your mind.

“Care if I…If I join you?” Your voice was quiet and you stared down at your food, Steve’s blue eyes crinkling as he broke out into a large smile.

“I would love that Y/N.” You offered a small smile as he moved his feet, allowing you to sit at the end of his bed, boots handing off the sides.

“You haven’t changed your clothes from yesterday.”

“Good observation. I can’t really move let alone drag myself to take a shower and change. So unless you’re going to help me…” You felt your face grow hot as you heard Tony behind you start to cough.

“I’m sorry I must have missed something. Who are you and what have you done with Steve Rogers?” You asked, bringing your gaze up his body slowly, blue eyes meeting yours and you could practically feel your skin sizzling from the heat behind his gaze. Watching his jaw tighten you held your breath as he leaned forward just a bit, never breaking eye contact with you .

“Right here Doll. I’ve always been right here.” The statement came out like a breathless whisper and you clung to your plate, Steve giving you a flirty wink before going back to eating. You slowly released a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your nerves a now bundled mess.

“Oh man would you two just get a room already?” Tony’s voice breaking you out of your trance, “Seriously, I’m trying to eat here.”

You avoided Steve’s face the rest of lunch.

1700

“I’m telling you, I think Stark is hallucinating. He called me Maria earlier.” Nat nearly spat out her drink as her and Wanda looked at you, taking in what you had said.

“Wait like, Maria Hill? Agent Hill?”

“I’m assuming so, I don’t know any other Maria’s.” You shrugged, Wanda looking warily over to the man in question.

“I’ll go check on him.” Nat squared her shoulders, walking away from you and Wanda. The three of you had been speaking to Thor and Bruce before when you had brought up what Stark had called you. The demi god and doctor seemed to be on the up and up, body temperatures back to normal, both of them able to keep their food down. You were fairly certain that the two of them would be back to normal tomorrow, as long as Thor continued to take the medicine. Which was proving to be a feat in itself.

“Helllooooo nurse.” Your ears perked up at the sound of Stark whistling, although very poorly, at Nat as she stepped over to his bedside.

“Ohhh boy this is gonna be good.” You heard Sam mutter and you moved to get closer, in case something terrible happened. Shooting your arm out you managed to grab Sam’s phone as he went to capture whatever was about to go down.

“What the hell Y/N?!” Sam whispered angrily, you shushing him as you tapped the record button.

“I have the better angle.” You winked, his demeanor changing immediately, quickly turning back to the action.

“Tony…who am I?” Nat questioned the delirious man, only getting a laugh from him.

“You’re my amazing wife. The love of my life. My favorite person in the whole universe…besides the Kid. Shit I shouldn’t have said that.” He grimaced as Nat’s eyes slanted in suspicion.

“Stark, I’m not Pepper. It’s me, Natasha.” The red head went to touch his forehead, Tony reaching to grab her hand and pull her close to him within an instant.

“Damn he may be sick but he ain’t slow.” Sam commented and you found yourself trying not to laugh, fighting to hold the phone steady as Nat’s body language changed on a dime.

“Do you have a kiss for your favorite hero sweetheart, or are you going to make me beg?”

The resulting slap was so loud it woke Bucky up from his after lunch nap.

“I DIDN’T DO IT!” Barnes shouted, the room erupting in laughter as he looked around, obviously panicked.

“For once you’re actually right.” Sam attempted to calm the shocked man down, you ending the video, laughing too hard at everything going on to hold the phone.

“Is Maria okay?” Tony asked, your laughter only getting louder as everyone else chimed in.

1800

“No way. HELL NO!” Your voice was shrill, anger reaching its absolute limits.

“Come on Y/N. You just have to sit outside the bathroom and make sure Rogers and Wilson don’t die in the shower.” Nat encouraged you, your head whipping to the side to stare at her incredulously.

“Absolutely fucking not. You can’t pay me enough to even consider it!” You crossed your arms over your chest in defiance.

“Listen we aren’t happy either. Do you think I want to risk seeing Clint naked?”

“Or I Bucky?” Wanda cut in, you pinching the bridge of your nose as you weighed your options. Pepper had already helped Tony up to their suite, getting him cleaned up after the “mistaken identity” accident. Doctor Hooper made a house call to put him on different medication. He seemed to look a ton better, smiling and talking to his wife about future meetings for the company. Not that he would likely remember any of today.

“Fine. Fine. But if anything happens YOU are paying my therapy bills.” You conceded, already hating the idea of having to play bodyguard to your crush and close friend. Sucking up your attitude you calmly walked over to the elevator, Sam and Steve already waiting for you.

“Cheer up Y/N, you could have been stuck giving Tony a sponge bath.”

“Just don’t make me regret this Sam. I have never seen you naked, and I’d like to keep that record thank you.” You grimaced at the idea, all of you cramming into the small steel box.

“We’re showering in my room.” Steve finally spoke up and you noticed Sam was shaking his head.

“Not happening Rogers, my room is closer. And I ain’t using your feminine ass hair products.”

“Why don’t we just leave you there on our way to my room then?” The Captain challenged, Wilson not backing down.

“Why so you can keep Y/N all to yourself? She was my friend first Cap, and regardless of you two’s pent up sexual tension, it’s bros before hoes.”

“You two keep this up and I’m going to drown both of you.” You snapped, both of their voices dying down. “This is how it’s going to happen. We’re going to Sam’s room first so he can shower quickly. I’ve seen him in and out within ten minutes before, and he’s not nearly as grimy as he is after a mission. Then, we can go up to your room Rogers, and you can take as long as your pretty head needs.”

“Fine” The two men agreed as you stepped out of the elevator, quickly making short work of the hallway leading to Sam’s room. You sat on his bed while Steve took the only chair in his room. He was right on the money, in and out of the shower in less than 10, fresh night clothes that weren’t stained with Chinese food and possibly bile.

“You’re wearing the pajamas I bought you!” You squealed upon seeing him in the green shirt that said “Sleeping is my cardio” in bold white lettering, along with matching flannel pants.

“Hell ya I am. They’re really comfy. You’re the sweetest.” You noticed Steve’s jaw lock up, his expression tense with deep thought. You’d kill to find out what he was thinking, he almost looked…jealous. But this wasn’t the first time. He had been acting strange with you all day, even the others had picked up on his weird vibes. He remained silent as the three of you started your trek to his room, the only sound being an occasional cough.

“I’ll wait out in the hall, you two take your time…” Sam crooned at you, Steve sputtering as you giggled, never having set foot in Steve’s room before. Watching him open the door, your eyes widened at the sheer space of it. So being the first Avenger does pay well after all. You thought, taking in the simple blue décor and clean smelling furniture.

“Sorry we don’t have time for a tour.” He said sheepishly, taking a towel out of a closet before opening his bedroom door. “Shall we?” You had to remind yourself to stay calm and keep your heart rate in check.

“Your bathroom is in your bedroom?” Gulping hard you looked at him, the blonde only nodding slowly. Peachy. This was it. This is how you die.

“Yours isn’t?”

“My whole room is like, a third of this space. That doesn’t count.” His laughter rang in your ears as he opened the door wider.

“If you’re nervous, how about I just leave this door open?”

“I’m not nervous,” You answered, again way too fast for your liking, “but that would be greatly appreciated thank you.” He nodded at you before stepping through his room and into his bathroom, the door shutting behind him. You felt a little bummed out that you hadn’t gotten to see him shirtless. But he was also very sick. And mostly helpless. And once you heard the shower start to run you realized there was one door standing in the way of you and a very naked, very sick, and mostly helpless Steve Rogers. The steam coming out from under the door had your mouth watering at the thought. It’s not like his suits left a ton to the imagination. An extremely loud thud awoke you from your impure thoughts long enough to grasp your courage and race into his room.

“Steve? You alright in there?”

“Yea Y/N I’m fine, just dropped my body wash.” You leaned your back against the door, hand on your hammering heart.

“Thank god. About gave me a damn heart attack Rogers.” You joked, calming down some. Sadly you didn’t hear the water flow cease. Your balance was thrown off when the door was pulled open, you jolting backward until you felt your back hit bare chest. Your blood was rushing in your ears as you felt an arm instinctively wrap around your waist to steady you. Fighting the urge to take in deep breaths of his intoxicating scent, you slowly and reluctantly peeled his arm off of you.

“Sorry!” The apology came out as jumbled mess as you went to step out of the way, careful to avoid looking at him, lest your ovaries explode upon contact.

“It’s alright Y/N, really.”

“No it’s not I should have moved sooner.” You heard footsteps and felt a large hand touch your shoulder. Your mind flashed with memories of yesterday, feelings overcoming you and willing you to turn around to look at him.

Sign your last will and testament now, because you were sure you were going to die. Water droplets clung to his half naked body, his damp hair hanging in his face. You were extremely thankful his other hand held on to the towel that was wrapped loosely around his waist, but you’d be lying through your teeth if you didn’t take an extra minute to appreciate his abs before forcing your eyes to meet his.

“You can fall into me anytime Y/N.” His tone was hushed, blue eyes crinkling as you began to close the distance, a sudden burst of confidence pushing you two closer together.

“Promise?” You whispered back to him, feeling his hand on your shoulder move to sit at the base of your neck, pulling you closer to him until you could feel his body heat mixing with your own. You watched his eyes dart from yours to your lips and then back again, as if battling with himself for a brief moment before bringing his face to yours at a deliciously slow pace. Your eyes began to close on their own, feeling his breath on your lips and your hands reaching to touch his chest.

“Hey you two done yet?”

The two of you jumped apart like you had been shot, your face burning with the intensity of the sun as Sam stood, looking totally slack jawed at the scene before him.

“We are now. Thanks Wilson.”

“I’ll uh…I’ll wait outside.” Sam’s apologetic face was almost comical as he back peddled out of the room, nervous laughter escaping you when he was finally gone.

“You should…um..put on some clothes. I’ll just…be out in the hall.” Your eyes met his momentarily before you dragged yourself out of his room. You didn’t look or speak to either man the entire way back to quarantine.

1930

“We are out of here!” Bruce brought his hand up to high five a very happy looking god of thunder.

“Well two down, five to go.” You muttered to yourself as Bruce and Thor were given the all clear from Doctor Hooper before she left for the evening, the two men more than elated to break out of there.

“I’ll miss them. They aren’t the problem.” Wanda spoke, you giving her an agreeing nod as they came over to you.

“Y/N you have been the most wonderful caretaker. We owe you a debt.” Thor grasped your hands in his before pulling you into a hug, the air being squashed in your lungs as he tightened his grip, picking you up a few inches off the ground.

“Easy there, you and Banner were the LEAST of my problems. I’ll gladly help you out anytime you fall sick.” You gasped as he set you on the ground, Bruce simply patting you on the back.

“Sorry you’re still stuck with them.” The doctor smiled at you sympathetically, all three of your gazes looming over the fighting Tony and Bucky. Again.

“I don’t CARE what you think, I KNOW what I’m talking about!”

“This coming from the guy who didn’t KNOW Nat wasn’t his wife an hour ago! I don’t believe a damn thing that comes out of your stupid mouth right now Stark!”

“Y/N, please give these idiots some sedatives so I can get rid of this headache.” Sam pleaded with you, Thor chuckling as he and Bruce turned to leave the hall.

“Best of luck Y/N. We’ll be sure to supply you with plenty of alcoholic beverages when this is all over.” Bruce smiled, you waving while the ladies walked them out.

2100

“Y/N would you kindly inform Barnes here that Lion King is far superior to Aladdin.” Tony asked as you began preparing doses of an extra strength equivalent to Nyquil for the remaining men.

“Sorry Stark, I’m prefer Beauty and the Beast.” You giggled at Tony’s hurt expression, a shocked gasp leaving Bucky’s lips and Sam rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“I’ll take that first Y/N, the sooner I down that nasty stuff the sooner I can forget these conversations.” Sam deadpanned, greedily taking the medicine and swallowing it in one gulp, throwing his body dramatically in the opposite direction. He pulled the pillow over his head, you shaking your own as you passed the other two men their shares.

“Here’s lookin at you kid.” Tony winked as he slowly drank the thick liquid, his lip curling in disgust as he laid down, eyes falling shut after a mere ten minutes.

“Damn out for the count, what a baby.” Bucky whispered before drinking his dose.

“Unlike you, some people didn’t sleep most of the day away.” You quipped, him waving you off.

“Details, details. Go give Rogers his. I’ll even sleep on my side to give you two some privacy.” It took everything not to smother him with his own pillow, Bucky waggling his eyebrows at you before being true to his word and turning away.

“Nightcap for Cap?” You shook the bottle as you neared his bed, the blonde only letting out a raspy chuckle. He moved over so you could sit at his side, uncapping the potent concoction while he continued to stare at you. “How ya feeling?”

“Like you’re avoiding me.” His retort was short and curt, causing you to guiltily shuffle your boot along the floor.

“I’m not I just…I needed to process…what almost happened earlier tonight.” You answered honestly, blue eyes softening and sucking you in again. “You’re sick and I almost took advantage of you in this state and I’m sorry for that.”

“Y/N you weren’t taking advantage of me at all.” His hand covered yours as you went to hand him his small cup of medicine.

“You’re killing me Steve.” You groaned, watching as he downed his dose, nostrils flaring at the unpleasant taste and setting the medicine on the table. His hand returned to yours and you sighed at the returning warmth. “I’m never like this.” You confessed slowly, eyes never moving from your joined hands.

“You really have no idea what you do to me Doll. What you’ve been doing to me for weeks now.” Breaking away from your hands your face came back to stare at his intently.

“Really?” You asked, your head tilting to the side, nearly swooning as he bit his lip with a nod.

“Really. Now before I risk making an ass out of myself I suggest we both get some sleep. We can talk about this when I’m not sick. That way you don’t feel like I’m not myself or like you’re taking advantage of me. Which let’s be clear, you just have to say the time and place and I’ll gladly be there for you to take advantage of me any way you want. “ He rubbed your cheek fondly, a sleepy goofy grin on his features.

“Deal. Sleep sweet Steve.” You stood up from the bed, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on his forehead.

“Sweet dreams Y/N.”

For the first time in months you dropped like a sack of potatoes on your bed, sleep coming swiftly, your mind filled with the most wonderful dreams. Mostly about a certain blonde in a towel.

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let-it-go-and-let-it-live · 7 years

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ATHAZAGORAPHOBIA

THE FEAR OF FORGETTING THE FEAR OF BEING FORGOTTEN

METATHESIOPHOBIA: THE FEAR OF CHANGE

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: ~2500

Summary: Bucky’s POV; It’s been nearly thirty years since you were separated from the man you called Зима, Zima, Winter. He was made to forget you, and he never knew why. What had the two of you done wrong? Now that he’s found you again... well...

Warnings: Angst, Fluff-ish

Her hand so small in mine. Her skin is warm and soft and just as I remember. The slow rise and fall of her chest should bring me comfort. I suppose it would if she didn’t also have a tube down her throat. They tell me she’ll be fine, that she’ll wake up in time, but there’s no way to know how long it’ll take. There’s no sound in the room aside from the beeping of the machines and the pumping ventilator.

“Soldat, this is (Y/N).”

I remember the fear in her eyes, and at the time I thought it was me she was afraid of.

“We’re giving her to you.”

It was like they were giving me a pet. They made me responsible for her, gave me freedom I didn’t have before her. She was a soft light through the darkness.

“Come on, Зима. Please?”

“You have to stay here.”

“But I can help.”

“You’re not ready to be in the field. Maybe next time.”

“Promise?”

“As long as you promise to stay out of trouble while I’m gone.”

“I promise.”

She smiled, her eyes bright with hope. I should have taken her with me. Maybe she would have been okay.

A soft knock on the door pulls me out of my silent reverie. Steve comes in, sympathy clear in his face.

“It’s been two days, Buck.”

“I’ll wait here for two weeks if I have to.”

He sighs, picking up a chair and setting it down beside me for taking a seat.

“Who is she?” he asks.

“She was my everything when I had nothing. I didn’t know what to think of her when they gave her to me. I trained her, taught her everything I knew. At first, it was like a having pet or a child. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her.”

“So what happened?”

“I left on a mission. She asked to come with me, but I told her she needed to stay, made her promise to stay out of trouble. All I wanted to do was protect her. Everything was fine until I started asking for her. They put me in that chair, strapped me down.” I caress the back of her hand with my thumb, “When they brought her out, she had a black eye. Her face was swollen. She had no fight left in her when they sat her across from me. They wiped me in front of her. I can still hear her begging them to not to do it. She blamed herself.” When I finally look at him, I find him staring at her face with a complex expression twisting his features, “They put me back under, and when I woke up she was gone, not that it mattered. I mean, my memory of her was gone until a couple of years ago. Even then, I thought she was dead.” I turn my attention back to her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, “I just want her to wake up. I want to make things right.”

“I won’t ask you to leave her, but I did bring you a change of clothes and some other stuff I thought you might need.”

I smile, patting his back with my free hand, “Thanks, pal.”

“Go change.” He says, gesturing to the small duffel bag by the door, “I’ll keep an eye on her.”

I nod, standing and taking up the bag from the floor. Even though I know the odds of her waking up while I’m gone are slim to none, I still hesitate at the door. I spare one more glance to her sleeping face before finally leaving the room.

…

After a week, we arranged for a cot to be put her room. Every night, Steve spends about thirty minutes with her while I get cleaned up.

After a month, it seems like everyone around me is starting to give up hope. I can’t give on her.

I need to know what she remembers. I need to know what they told her. I need her to know that what happened was not her fault. Above everything, I need her to know that I loved her, that I love her.

The heart monitor begins to scream as her heart rate proceeds to climb. My first thought is that I’m losing her. I stand at her side, leaning down so that my lips are beside her ear, and I beg her not to leave me. Then her eyes open and she’s gasping around the ventilator tube. I try to keep her calm as doctors and nurses flood the room.

Even though she’s looking at me, I’m not sure she’s actually seeing me. Her eyes stay on me as I’m pushed from the room.

…

It’s been a week, and they still won’t let me see her.

A meeting’s been called. Everyone sits in their usual seats around the large conference table. Bruce is the last to join us as he’s accompanying Helen; they’ve both taken responsibility for (Y/N)’s care. She gives Steve a small stack of files. He takes one and sends the rest around the table. I’m the last to get one; (Y/N)’s name is printed on the edge.

“The files you’ve been given contain everything I’m about to show you along with the transcripts over every evaluation she’s undergone in the last two days and the results of all medical exams.”

Natasha picks up the tablet that sits on the table in front of her and taps a few buttons before a projection comes up at the front of the room. (Y/N)’s picture takes up half the screen while the other half is dominated by her information.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N). Born in a military hospital in Spain on _____, 1969. Biologically, she’s 47, physically 22. (Hair Color). (Eye Color). (Height) inches tall and weighing approximately (Weight) pounds.” The slide changes to a picture of the facility she was recovered from. “A month and a half ago, she was found in a state of cryogenic sleep in this HYDRA facility in France. After comparing her blood to that of both Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes, it is apparent that she has a trace amount of the altered serum in her system. FRIDAY, the light please.” The room darkens as the image on the screen shifts, “This is the first interview, conducted a few hours after she first woke up. Her voice is soft and little hoarse. Refer to transcript number one if necessary.”

The video starts, the camera focused on (Y/N)’s face.

“Do you know your name?”

She nods. “(Y/N).”

“My name is Natasha. I just need to ask you a few questions. Is that okay?”

(Y/N) nods again.

“Do you know where you are?”

“They tell me I’m in New York.”

“That’s right. What can you tell me about yourself?”

(Y/N) shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders.

“It’s okay if you don’t remember. (Y/N), I want to show you some pictures. Would that be okay?”

“What kind of pictures?”

“Scenery. People. Some things that might help jog your memory.”

“Okay.”

The first picture is shown to the camera – a snowy scene with the Siberian facility in the distance – before being passed to (Y/N).

“Do you know what you’re looking at?”

“Siberia. The building looks familiar.”

“Good. How about this one?”

It’s a wide-shot of the inside of the facility. (Y/N) visibly flinches as she takes the picture. She stares at it in silence for a moment before turning it face down on the bed.

“And this one?”

It’s an image of the chair, the very thing that played a part in our separation.

“I remember.”

Her voice has fallen to a whisper, fear and recognition clear on her face.

“Okay. Do you know this man?”

Even I don’t remember his name, but I know he was there. He was always there. (Y/N) looks confused as she shakes her head.

“And this one?”

Karpov.

Fear takes her over again, and she refuses to even touch the picture. The beeping of her heart monitor begins to speed up as does the rise and fall of her chest.

“Okay.” Natasha tears the picture in half and tosses it to the floor, “Take a deep breath. It’s okay.” (Y/N) nods, tears now filling her eyes, “Just two more.”

It’s me, but it’s a recent picture.

“He was there when I woke up.”

“He was. Okay. Last one.”

It’s a picture of me as the soldier, as the man she called…

“Зима. Winter.” She snatches the picture from Natasha’s hands and holds it tight, “He’s alive. He was here.”

“He is here.”

“Can I see him?”

“Not yet but you will soon. I promise.”

“Can I keep these?”

(Y/N) picks up the other picture of me and sets it atop the first.

“Of course.”

The screen goes black, and the lights come back up.

“As you can see, recalled quite a bit more than expected. She was given some time to rest after this and he physical evaluation was complete. She’s completely healthy, and her mind is recovering quickly. The second interview, conducted two days later, covers the circumstances of her capture as well as her connection to the Winter Soldier.”

(Y/N)’s sitting cross-legged on her hospital bed across from Natasha. They’re playing some kind of card game.

“How are you feeling today?”

“I’m okay.”

“You certainly sound better.”

“They say my throat is almost healed.”

“Do you mind answering some more questions for me?”

(Y/N) looks up at Natasha, “What kind of questions?”

“About your relationship with Winter and the circumstances of your capture.”

(Y/N) bites her lip and fiddles with the cards in her hands before nodding, “Okay.”

“Let’s start with how you ended up with HYDRA.”

“I had just started a new job as a secretary for some tech company. It was early 1989; I was almost twenty. I left work late one night. The last thing I remember before waking up in that place was walking into my apartment.” She seems lost in thought, her gaze distant as she continues her story, “During my first year there, Vasily took care of me.”

“Vasily Karpov?”

“Yes.”

“And when you say he took care of you, what do you mean?”

“Looking back, I guess you could say it resembled the way a father cares for his child. Oddly enough, he made me feel safe.”

“How did you come to meet Winter?”

“Vasily gave me to him.”

“Gave you to him?”

“He told me that it was so I could be trained, but Winter took over my care after that. At first, he was like a brother to me, but by the end of that first year…”

“It was more than that, wasn’t it?”

(Y/N) shrugs, “I loved him. The day we were separated was the hardest day of my life.”

“Tell me about that.”

“He’d gone on a mission. I wanted to go with him. I thought I was ready, but he didn’t so he told me to stay. He made me promise to stay out of trouble while he was gone, but once he was gone, Vasily had me tortured.”

“Do you know why?”

“He said the Soldier was too attached, that he needed to learn a lesson. He just never explained what that lesson was. They sat us across from each other.” She wipes at the tears that fall slowly down her cheeks, “They turned on that machine. I tried everything to make them stop. I told them it was my fault. Vasily agreed, but he said that hearing Winter’s screams while they erased me from his memory was my punishment.”

“Do you remember anything else after that?”

“Only a sharp pain in my neck. Then I woke up in this bed.”

Natasha nods her head and sets her hand of cards down, “Thank you, (Y/N), for confiding in me. I know it must be difficult to talk about all of this.”

“You have kind eyes, and…” (Y/N) meets Natasha’s gaze steadily and smiles, “I trust you.”

The screen goes black once again, and Natasha turns to look at me. Everyone else’s gazes follow.

“Bucky,” she says, “I’m hoping you can fill in the blanks.”

“There’s nothing to tell. She was taken away from me in every way possible. I only started to remember her a couple of years ago; even then, I never expected her to still be alive.”

“Is there anything else?” Steve asks, breaking the tense silence that’s formed.

“One more video, taken when she sent for me yesterday.”

The video starts as she speaks.

“I was told you wanted to see me.”

“You know, I’ve spent the last couple of days staring at these pictures. While my head understands that they’re the same person, I truly only recognize one of them.” (Y/N) picks up the image of the Winter Soldier, “I know him, but that’s not him anymore. Is it? Does this new version of him not want to see me? Is that why everyone keeps saying that I can’t see him?”

Natasha, in an attempt to keep (Y/N)’s gaze on her, takes (Y/N)’s face in her hands as she begins to cry.

“He has been here every day trying to get in here. He gets the same answers as you.”

“I just want to see him before I forget again. I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to be forgotten.”

She begins sobbing, and Natasha pulls her into her arms, “Tomorrow. I don’t care what anyone says.”

The room is silent as the video ends. My left hand is fisted against my knee. My eyes zero in on the image on her attached to the open file that sits in front of me.

I look up at Steve when he calls my name.

“Go.” He says with a nod of his head.

Before anyone can say anything else, I’m on my feet and moving as fast as I can to the medical floor, opting for the stairs over the elevator. Several people shout at me to stop, telling me that I can’t go into her room. I nearly knock a hole in the wall as I shove the door open.

She watches me with weary eyes as I close the space between us. She rises to her knees at the edge of the bed, cautiously reaching her hands up to touch my face.

“Зима…” she whispers.

“Everyone calls me Bucky now.”

She smiles, “Bucky. That’s going to take some getting used to.”

“We’ve got time.” I reply, tucking her hair gently behind her ear, “I never thought I’d see you again.”

“I never thought you’d remember me.”

“But I did, and I swear I’m never going to forget you again.”

I hold her face between my hands, my thumb dangerously close to her lips. Her hands move to rest against the sides of my neck in the moment before she raises those lips to meet mine.

A/N: Hey guys! Do you think this needs a second part? Cause it might get one. I haven’t decided yet.

Update: It got a second part... and will get a third... and however many parts I need to give this a satisfying ending.

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AU!Robin Hood (Part II)

Prompt/Summary: This story is for @hunters-from-stark-tower’s movie!AU challenge. The story is set in the world of Robin Hood (Disney) but only loosely follows the plot. It is a modern-ish take. The reader will be a new character in the movie and not a spin-off of one of the characters.

Characters/Pairings: Clint Barton x f!Reader, Nat, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Steve, Tony, Nick Fury and Bruce.

Warnings: Swearing, Angst

Word Count: 1627

Author’s Note: LOL OK SO PART 1 KIND OF FLOPPED BUT I have a deadline to meet and I’m trying not to let (lack of) notes deter me from writing. SO! Here I am again. Some things that don’t make sense in the first part will make more sense after this! Also, not sure if I mentioned it before but the characters do not necessarily have the same characteristics as their Marvel counterparts. Hope you guys like it :)

Part I

Previous Part

“Visit you? Not a chance, Robin Hood. Let’s get moving.” Pierce had Rumlow and his men take Clint and Natasha into the dungeons below. Chancing a quick glance behind him, he saw Wanda’s stunned features. Clint shared a look with Natasha and smirked.

Hook, line, sinker.

In the Forest Shack

Holy shit, what had happened? (Y/N) woke to Sam screaming at Steve.

“How could you not see the signs Steve? She’s affected by whatever is happening to them. It sure as hell isn’t one of us!”

“You don’t know that Sam,” Steve hissed. “It could be Bucky and Bruce. And if that’s the case, then we’ve got problems!”

“Steve, I swear to God you are the most infuriating person! First you don’t believe in her abilities, now you’re saying that it’s Bucky and Bruce. What do you have against Clint and Nat? They’re part of the team! Why do you insist on singling them out?” To say that Sam was exasperated was an understatement. Even Tony was beginning to feel exhausted by Steve’s argumentative nature.

“Clint is always getting into trouble and drawing unnecessary attention to us. We need to lie low and he’s out there doing that Robin Hood shit. It’s a wonder Natasha even sticks to him! He is nothing but trouble and it won’t do us any good. If we want to get the King reinstated, we need to be as inconspicuous as possible!” Steve’s voice was steadily rising. He didn’t necessarily care for Clint’s unpredictable actions. He knew that Clint’s archery skills were unmatchable and extremely helpful but he that didn’t warrant the sporadic behaviour, in his opinion.

“Oh I get it,” Sam snarled. “You’re jealous of Clint.” He was tired of Steve going on his tangents about Robin Hood.

“W-what? Absolutely not!”

“Sure Steve,” Sam scoffed. “Robin Hood is just the type of thing you would want to do. Steal from the rich and give to the poor. I know that, you know that, hell, everyone knows it! You’re pissed because he’s out there doing that instead of you!”

“This is ridiculous, I would never –”

“Please will you both shut up?” (Y/N)’s feeble voice piped up from the couch. “Steve, if you don’t want to help, I don’t care. I’ll go alone.” Sam rushed to (Y/N)’s side and helped her sit up. The two had a friendship that rivaled Nat and Clint’s. People often mistook them to be a couple, but their relationship was more of a sibling bond.

“Not a chance. If you’re going, I am too.”

“You’ve both got to be joking right now. We don’t have time for this,” said Steve. “Tony, tell them.”

Tony’s head thunked onto the table in front of him. “You’re all children. We haven’t even figured out the legality of reinstating Fury. So, if we’re really doing this right now, (Y/N) and Sam can go do whatever the hell they need to do and you can stay here and help me with this shit.”

“Who died and made you captain?” Steve retorted. Tony couldn’t have lifted his head faster, almost hurting his neck as he shot up to face Steve.

“You’re kidding. You know what, fine. You asked for me to say something. I did and I think it’s reasonable. Judging by the look on (Y/N) and Sam’s faces, they agree too. So either help me, or help them, Steve. You’re not making anything better by yelling at them. Don’t let your jealousy blind you,” Tony spat. He couldn’t handle these people. Steve was supposed to be the oldest and yet, he was often the most immature at times like this.

“Thank you, Tony. I really appreciate this.” (Y/N) muttered out. The corners of Tony’s mouth lifted slightly in response. Sam helped (Y/N) off the couch and into the kitchen. They would head out first thing in the morning.

Meanwhile, at the castle

“Fuck you!” Blood trickled down the side of Clint’s head and out the corner of Nat’s mouth. They had been unrelentlessly whipped and beaten ever since they had been caught. But now, they had been chained back up by the bars in their cells.

A dark chuckle rang through the dim and stingy dungeon.

“I’ll pass, thanks. I’m don’t play for your team. Now, your pretty lady friend on the other hand…” Rumlow stroked Natasha’s face through the bars, only to result in being spat upon. “Feisty. I like it.” Clamping a hand down onto her mouth, Rumlow leaned impossibly close to Nat’s ear.

“Tell me, pretty face, what were you and Robin Hood doing? Reveal your true identities to us and we won’t have a problem.”

Natasha glared at Rumlow and bit his palm, earning herself a slap in the face.

“Enough!” A pretty voice stopped Rumlow from slapping Natasha again.

Turning his head to the source of the interruption, Rumlow plastered a fake smile on his face when he saw who it was. “Maid Wanda, what are you doing here? Prince Alexander will not be pleased.”

“No matter. Take a rest right now. Let me speak to them, see if I can get any information from them that you haven’t.” Rumlow shook his head.

“Absolutely not. This is no place for a woman,” he spat. “Besides, you will not succeed more than I have.”

“Try me.” Growling, Rumlow relented.

“Fine, but I stay.”

“They will not speak if you are here. Do not make this difficult Rumlow. Take your men and leave.”

Rumlow looked as though he would defy but ultimately followed Maid Wanda’s orders, much to the surprise of his men and the two prisoners.

Clint and Natasha regarded Maid Wanda skeptically as she nodded to her lady-in-waiting to release the pair.

“What are you doing? Why help us?” Natasha inquired.

“More importantly, how did you get Rumlow to leave? He will rat you out and that will make things even worse for us. And it certainly will not be good for you.” Clint’s eyes never left Maid Wanda’s. As it was, he felt as though there was some sort of connection that he had with her but he couldn’t quite pin his finger on it. It baffled him and he didn’t like that. However, he was quite eager to get to know Maid Wanda better and to find out what that connection is.

“At the moment, I can’t disclose that information. But, if you take the deal I am about to offer, then it may come up.”

“Hold on. How do we know we can trust you?” Nat piped up as she rubbed her sore wrists.

“You can’t. But if you want to get out of here, I’m your best, and really, only bet. No one else is going to get you out.”

“What could we possibly do for you?” Nat carried the conversation as Clint silently observed.

“If I get the two of you out of here, you must take me with you.”

“I knew it! I told you she was here involuntarily, didn’t I Nat?” Clint smirked triumphantly.

“Shut up. This is not the time. And don’t use that name you don’t know who is watching.” Turning back to Maid Wanda, Nat continued. “So, that simple? All we have to do is get you out with us?”

“And hide me.”

“Hide you?” Nat asked incredulously. “How could we, two citizens, hide a maiden of the kingdom? Surely, the second you step out of this castle you’ll be recognized. It would be a task in itself to get you out without the guards trying to recognize you.”

“See, getting out will not really be a problem. I’ve got people. It’s staying hidden that’s going to be the task.”

Nat shared a look with Clint, a silent conversation between them ensued.

“I will give you the night to think about it. First thing in the morning, my lady-in-waiting, Maria, will come for you. Should you choose to accept, she will let you out and take you to meet me. If you don’t accept, she will still let you out but you must navigate the castle on your own. I understand you were blindfolded when you were brought down here. There is only one way out of the dungeons but there are guards everywhere who now recognize you. Furthermore, the dungeons are in the deepest part of the castle. Hardly any people know their way around. Even the guards sometimes have a hard time navigating the corridors. I only know the pathways since I grew up here and I use those pathways to my advantage when I need to sneak out for a breath of fresh air. So, whether I see you or not tomorrow, I bid you good luck.”

As Maid Wanda turned to leave, Clint spoke up in a silken voice.

“Maid Wanda, you make a compelling offer. Rest assured, we will carefully mull this over. No matter what we decide, I would like to thank you for helping us. It has been my pleasure to meet you.”

Looking over her shoulder, Wanda smiled. “The pleasure was all mine. Maria must lock you guys back up in your cells now to provide the illusion that we did our jobs. Tell her something that Rumlow can know. She’ll tell you everything else that you’ll need to know.”

With that, Maid Wanda swiftly exited the dungeons.

“The guards coming in won’t be our people until tomorrow morning,” Maria said as she ushered Clint and Nat back into the cells. “I suggest sleeping well tonight. Regardless of your decision, tomorrow will be a grueling day. I would speak only of this in hushed tones and only in between the guards’ shifts. While they may not physically be in here, there are always people listening and watching so be careful.”

As Maria left and a guard came back in, Nat looked at Clint. It was obvious that they had already made up their minds. They needed their rest because Maria was right. No matter what they chose, tomorrow would be one hell of a day.

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