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inevitably-johnlocked · 8 months

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Hi! I just saw your post on DS2 and I have a HUGE problem with that movie, and it mainly comes down to the fact that it fails (in my mind) to properly explore character development. To explain what I mean a bit more, the MCU is a franchise and that franchise is literally built on its characters. I mean, it’s not just “MOM” it’s “Doctor Strange in the MOM.” So, a lot of people are coming to see DS and Wanda and their interactions. DS had a pretty lacklustre motivation and I honestly didn’t buy his role as a mentor with how little time it took for him to let go of his arrogance, but with Wanda especially her arc is so neglected just so shel’ll play the villainous role. They set up this whole narrative for her in Wandavision ending with her grief and hope, but then just skips to her being utterly insane. This is probably even worse for people who haven’t watched the series and just witness her going from the end of Endgame to fully evil. It wouldn’t be such a problem if Marvel didn’t pride itself on its character driven narratives but it DOES. Rewrites or no, I felt that the reason the film felt so soulless was that it prioritised fan service and wider MCU connectivity over the thing that brings the audience and drives the narrative in the first place: the characters.

(referencing this post)

Hey Lovely!

YES UGH. And it's frustrating because it kind of forces people to get the streaming so they know what happened in the "in between"? like, Marvel shows should have NEVER been about "solving movie level issues" more just like about a singular character and their adventures. Like Agents of Shield and Daredevil were (to my knowledge, I haven't seen either). So yeah, to some rando, MOM just... seemed really weird? But even then ALL the characterizations were SO OFF and, as I mentioned, Doctor Strange became a secondary character in his own movie. It's like they wanted someone else for a villain and someone higher up said, NAW let's make Wanda the villain and oop how about this fan service and let's introduce a character who's powers are SO ridiculously OP'd that it changes the power scaling of the most powerful sorcerer in the MCU.

Don't get me wrong, I liked America, and I liked the Illuminati, BUT they should have NEVER been introduced in a Doctor Strange Movie? Like... it's weird.

I dunno, I'm seeing theories going around now that they're setting up Doctor Strange to be the big bad of Secret Wars instead of Kang, so I don't know anymore. I just... wanted a continuation of DS1, and Mordo should have been a bad guy in DS2.

DS2 just... is so convoluted and not even a DS movie? I didn't hate the movie, I just... felt it WASN'T a DS movie, like the first one was. It felt like it was just there to introduce the Multiverse in the most convoluted and confusing way possible.

And WandaVision, even though I didn't really like it as much as everyone else apparently, did a good job of showing Wanda's trauma. I just feel that DS2 really undid all that and just... made her a villain to sell toys because everyone loves her.

Ugh. Then again, apparently my tastes are crap because the only Marvel shows I enjoyed all the way through were Moon Knight, Hawkeye and FatWS, so what do I know. Loki was alright until they fucking shoehorned that horrid romance into it. Feh.

Anyway, thanks for sharing your thoughts Lovely <3

#steph replies #shitposting steph #my thoughts #marvel cinematic universe #doctor strange mom

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eat-limes-bitches · 1 year

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Night Check

PARING: Female !Equestrian reader x FATWS Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY: A quiet night seemed like a good time for the two boys to come to an understanding.

WARNINGS: Fluff!!! That's about it really lol.

Word Count: 735

A/N: I'm at an away show right now and as I was taking my horse for a walk (the horse in the picture btw) this idea came to mind and I had to write it down cause it was so cute to me lol.

Enjoy!! <3

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There was a gentle breeze as the trio walked down the moonlit dirt road. The once busy showgrounds grew quiet after the sunset and the sounds of all the people, announcements, kids, dogs and all other various sounds of a horse show were now reduced to two pairs of footsteps and 4 hooves striking the ground with each step.

Bucky smiled softly as he watched her stroke the red horse's neck softly whispering something to him as she did so. She looked back over to Bucky and smiled softly, reaching out for his hand which he happily provided for her to hold. "I told you, night check is one of the best parts about this whole away show business." She said, breaking the silence, not that Bucky minded, her voice was always welcome in his world. He hummed softly in reply, bringing her hand up to press a kiss to her knuckles."I suppose you were right, honey, it is really peaceful. Reminds me of Wakanda."

The thought brought a smile to his face and it caused her heart to flutter because it was a smile of remembering something pleasant, which was something new that Bucky was experiencing more and more now. Shaking his head from his thoughts, Bucky leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead causing her to giggle and the horse's ears to go back. Said horse then reached over and pressed his nose to the side of her head and nuzzled into it, causing her to pull her attention from Bucky and place it on the horse, cooing about how sweet he was.

Bucky narrowed his eyes at the horse who seemed to shoot him the same look. As if sensing the tension she looked between the boys and handed the lead to Bucky who looked at it with a quirked eyebrow. "Here Buck, why don't you walk him back to the barn, I'll go ahead and run back to finish up chores and we can go back to the hotel for the night. " Bucky hesitated slightly. "Are you sure honey?" Bucky asked as he gently took the leather lead in his flesh hand. "Of course! Nothing would make me happier then to see my two boys getting along." She cooed, pressing a kiss to the horse's pink nose and one to Bucky's cheek. With a sigh, Bucky agreed and watched as she began walking back without them.

As he started walking, he looked at the red horse who was following him and shook his head. "She's got us wrapped around her finger, huh bud." The horse snorted, as if agreeing with what he said. Bucky ran his left hand over the horse's sleek fur, watching as the muscles shivered under his touch. "You're not so bad ya know? I think you're growing on me a bit. The horse flicked his ears back before flipping them back to the front, stopping to look at a banner that was waving on the fence. Bucky ran his hand up and down the horse's neck in an attempt to soothe him, murmuring reassuring words and the pair began wandering again.

As they approached the barn, Bucky stopped the horse a little ways away and gently took hold of his halter and looked him in the eye as he spoke, " Now, I wanted to ask you first before I did anything but I have a question for you." For some reason, asking this question was making Bucky nervous, even if he was just asking a horse, the importance of it was not lost on him. The horse blinked and blew a gentle breath in his face, ears twitching to signify that he was listening. "I've been thinking about it, and I'm ready to ask your mom to marry me. Do I have your permission to ask her?" The horse flipped his ears back and looked Bucky over, nudging his coat pockets gently, as if searching for something. Taking the hint, Bucky reached into his pocket and pulled out the blue velvet box, and opened it for the horse to inspect. After sniffing it thoroughly, the horse looked back up to Bucky and gently nuzzled his face, accepting Bucky's proposition. He chuckled and tucked the box back safe in his pocket before giving the horse a firm pat. "Good, I'm glad we agree, now let's get you inside. You've got a big day tomorrow, bud."

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x you #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky one shot #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky barnes x equestrian reader #fatws bucky x reader #fatws bucky #fatws Bucky barnes x reader

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lokis-good-girl · 2 years

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I was just watching FATWS and my mom was talking about the date scene with Bucky and Istg her sense of humor is broken 😭.

Mom: Is there seriously people that don't like know the avengers?! (Her in context to the fact the girl, I can't remember her name, doesn't know that Bucky is 107 years old and has a metal arm)

Me: well everything they've seen of him, he had really long hair.

Mom: his face is the same tho, they have to have seen his face on the news.

Me: yeah but it was probably security footage.

...

Mom: *bursts out laughing hysterically*

Me: *frowns in what the fuck*

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notdeadyetnatural · 3 years

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Me: I wanna scroll through tumblr

My brain: You cant scroll through tumblr

Me: Why cant i scroll through tumblr?

My bran: Cause then youll get spoilers for the new tfatws episode

Me: So?

My brain: So then you will be sad when you watch the episode cause you already know everything

Me: ....I could watch the episode now...

My brain: No, you like watching it with your family.

Me: Ya your right. I do

Me:

Me: I wanna scroll through tumblr

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death-rebirth-senshi · 3 years

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"The problem with super soldiers is" how many super soldiers have there been??

Also again I would like to stress that Steve disbanded SHIELD and like...was a fugitive from the government. Like for the record once again Steve was officially a criminal.

Also Tony made Ultron lol like what are we doing here

#me vs fatws #my mom is still watching it and I walked in for ONE scene and it gave me all this material

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falcqns · 3 years

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Can you do a Sub! Bucky where the reader goes all soft and tells him he's pretty during sex and he's all blushy

baby boy

pairing: sub!Bucky x reader

warnings: fluff, angst, sweet little boy bucky has my heart 🥺

a/n: this fic is set in fatws era but i used this gif bc bucky just looks so soft and cuddly ajjdksksksk. hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!!

it was quite common for Bucky to be down on himself after a mission.

but after watching John kill a Flag Smasher with the shield that is the whole reason he is in the 21st century, he really retreated in on himself, and it hurt you to see your usually happy boy become this sad and hurting one again.

the dam had finally broken when he was helping you clean, and he moved a photo album to dust the shelf underneath, when a picture of him and Steve at the Stark Expo the night before he went off to war fell out.

he seemed frozen, as he stared at it. you didn’t know what to do, so you watched. he sniffed, and then he let out a choked sob, the photo falling out of his hand. as you wrapped your arms around him, he confessed what was wrong.

“i miss him so much. why wasn’t i enough to make him stay? didn’t he know i needed him?” he choked out, his sobs becoming louder. you soothed him, and took the feather duster out of his hands and leading him to the bedroom.

“i know you don’t see it, but you’re more than enough. you’re perfect. he made the wrong choice, but you can’t blame your self baby. lay down, i’m gonna give you the loving you need.” you said, and he nodded before trudging over to the bed slowly before flopping down onto his back.

you quickly stripped him, and yourself of all clothes. you handled each part of him with love, pressing small kisses and hickeys where you thought they were needed.

you’d straddled him, and guided him inside of you, and were slowly rocking back and forth on him, relishing the feeling of his hard cock.

his eyes were squeezed shut, his brows furrowed, a crease forming in between them. you reached out to smooth it out, and he melted into your touch. you let your hand fall from his forehead to his jaw, rubbing your thumb against his cheek.

“my perfect boy,” you said, and he leaned into it, a blush tinging his cheeks. you leant forward and pressed a kiss to each of his cheeks, like a mother would to a child. his bottom lips trembled at the contact, but no tears came out.

“my sweet, sweet, angel.” you whispered against his smooth skin. he sighed and gripped your hand. “so beautiful, you know that right?” you asked, moving from his face over to his left shoulder. “such a pretty boy.”

your fingers traced the scars that lined his metal arm, especially the ones where, even though he never said it, he tried to pry the arm off. “should paint some flowers here, so you can see yourself the way i see you.” you whispered against his flesh.

“h-how do you see me?” he asked shakily. you chuckled quietly.

“a perfect little baby boy. that’s how i see you.” you said, and looked up as he burst into tears silently.

“what wrong sweet boy?” you asked gently, and he looked at you, his blue eyes filled with love and adoration.

“m-my mom always called me baby boy. it was the last name she called me before i left for war. the last thing she ever called me.” he managed out, the tears streaming faster.

you wiped away the tears and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “you are such a sweet boy, and i can totally see why your mom called you that. despite what you’ve been through, you’re still that sweet little boy that your mama raised. she’d be so proud of you, you know that?” you asked and he shook his head. you scoffed.

“she would. she’d be insanely proud of you. i’m proud of you, Sam’s insanely proud of you. i know he doesn’t say it, but he is. Tony would be proud of the man you’ve become, i know he would. but most importantly, Steve is so proud of you. what he did was selfish, but he is still, and always will be so proud of you, no matter what. all of us, all the Avengers, dead or alive. we’re all proud of you. you’re so strong. you don’t see it but you are, and you deserve the world.” you said, and he cried and melted into your touch further.

as you watched him take in your words and cry, you realized the man in front of you needed all the love, praise and adoration he could get, and you were more than willing to give it to him.

#bucky barnes x female reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes angst #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you

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ren-therose · 3 years

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Mornings Like These

Dad!Peter Parker X Mom!Reader

Summary: Peter and you are parents, raising your kids out of your home and the rebuilt Avengers Headquarters. Needless to say, your kids came with some...unique quirks.

WC: 1.3k words

Warning: Minor FATWS spoiler, Mentions sex, but mostly just cute kids and fluffy parent content

A/N: So, I am a nanny, if you can't tell by my depth of detail. The family I currently am working for has a baby and a elementary kid, and they are both SUPER CRAZY. So much energy, so much love, and a little mischief. The baby is crazy strong and a busy bee, while the brother is non-stop moving. I love my kids so much, and they were my inspiration for this.

Big, chocolate eyes were looking up as you, while you wiggle your fingers. Two small hands reached out to your index fingers, gripping on tightly as you smiled down at the baby laying below you. He was wearing a red Spider-man onesie, no doubt one of many your team had gifted you. You probably had at least 12 Spider-man related onesies, but you didn't mind. Benji held quite a resemblance to his father. His hair was a little lighter, but his curls were quite prominent on the back of his head. His eyes, so big and warm, reminded you so much of your husbands, the way his lashes would flutter when he sleeps.

But the thing that he really resembled was how strong this baby was. A lot of people don't realize how strong babies are, ultimately underestimating them. You were right not underestimate his strength, except he is no ordinary baby. As he laid on his changing table, gripping your finger, the two of you faced off before the daily struggle you would both face.

It started with poking him all over, getting him to relax. He loved it when you played with his feet, nibbling all over his toes and up to his chucky thighs. You would blow on his tummy, making him laugh and grab your hair. When you were loose from his grip, you would then carefully unsnap his onesie, trying to be discreet with your actual intention. He continued to wiggle his way out, which ultimately helped in your favor. Now was the difficult, free of his restraints, he started rolling around, not unlike an alligator, as he attempted to make his escape. When you turned to grab a new diaper, he made his move, practically launching himself off the table. Quick reflexes wasn't your superpower, in fact, you didn't even have one. Your dad thought it was funny calling himself a mechanic, but you soon inherited his title. But when you became a parent, some type of spider-sense developed in you too, and you became even more inept with catching babies and hurtling objects.

Speaking of spidey-senses, Peter suddenly appeared in the doorway, his own brown curls slightly matted to his face, as though he had just been running.

"Did you catch him?" he panted, looking frantically for the baby. You turned around, revealing that the baby was holding onto your arm like a sloth. He was smiling like he had just succeeded in a heist, which in a way, he did- he stole our hearts (cheesy but true). Peter laughed as he walked over to the dangling baby, grabbing him and the diaper from your hands. "I am so sorry, I was trying to get the spider monkey off the walls and ready for daycare." He glanced back at you to see your response. You quirked your brow up, leaning your head to the side. "Dressed?"

Peter turned back to Benji, pulling his onesie back on the happy baby and holding him out to you. "No, but I got this one changed!"

You groaned, wishing that Peter wouldn't always be so sweet on the kids, but you knew that even you weren't immune from their love and charm.

"Toni! Get your butt in here NOW!" You yelled, marching down the hall to the other room. As you were walking, you felt someone drop behind you. Turning around, you saw your oldest smiling at you with a toothless grin. "Hi mommy."

"Girl, if you don't get into your clothes now, we are going to have a problem," you say cooly, ruffling your daughters hair as she ran past into her room.

"Daddy said that I could go with him to the tech lab today!" Toni beamed, but the look you had on your face was not one of excitement. Turning around, you caught Peter trying to sneak by you with the baby, but you had already caught up to him.

"What did you tell Toni about going to the tech lab?" you hissed. Peter jokingly covered the babies ears, whispering back "I couldn't think of anything else! She wouldn't get down."

You scooped Benji from his arms, strumming your finger back and forth across his tummy, eliciting a laugh from the baby. Kissing his chubby cheeks, you sighed as you used your other hand to pull Peter in by the collar of his shirt.

"You are gonna fix this problem, because I checked our schedule and we will have about an hour of free time at work, but if you take her to the tech lab, she won't leave us alone," you defended, leaning into his lips. His hand met your back as he kissed you with a little more force than usual. Times of passion and heated kisses grew slim, but were a special task when given the chance.

"Fine. But only because office sex sounds great," he grumbles against your ear, before smacking your ass and walking away. You yelp as you turn watch him enter Toni's room, hearing her squeal as he picks her up and starts tickling her.

"That wasn't the offer!" you call out, hearing him playfully roar at Toni.

You roll your eyes, happy that he was so good with handling both of the kids. You kissed benji once more on his squishy cheeks, going into the kitchen, thinking about the rest of your day.

Baby on your hip, you started brewing coffee and making everyone's breakfast. Everyone had a pretty set breakfast when it came to their weekday routine. You would make coffee and bagels for you and Peter while the baby stayed on your hip. As the bagels toasted, you would get out the cereal and milk for Toni to pour herself. Then you would strap the baby in their high chair with a bottle of milk, while you did up the bagels. Setting the bagels down on the counter, you would go back to the coffee maker, pouring sugar and creamer in mugs with the coffee (Peter never grew out of his love for sweet coffee). By the time the coffee hit the counter where three chairs were placed, set for two adults and one kid, they were filled by you, your husband and your daughter. You on the edge with the baby, feeding him squeeze pouches, soft bars and yogurt (he was a hungry baby), while you leaned over to read Peters latest file. As your head rested on his arm, he kisses the top of your head before taking a sip of the coffee you made. When you looked over at Toni, she was coloring a Captain America picture, while eating her cereal.

"Baby, who is that for?"

"It's for Uncle Sam! Look, I made him brown!"

You almost spit out your coffee, and Peter choked on his bagel. You both turned to look at the coloring page and stifled a laugh. It was indeed Captain America, but it was of Steve, not Sam. Well, it would have been of Steve if she hadn't colored him with a brown crayon.

You went over and ruffled her again, the curls frizzing out a little more. Plopping a kiss on her forehead while you squished her face, you smiled at her art.

"You know, that might actually be Uncle Steve."

"You know, the one I defeated when I met your mom for the first time," Peter interjected. You shot him a warning look as he stuck his tongue out at you. You looked through the book, trying to find Sam as Captain America, he was towards the back of the book, probably because of his rebranding. It had only been a decade or so that he was Cap, while Steve was Cap for 80 years or something.

Pointing to the page, you said "Do you want to color this one for him too?"

Toni nodded eagerly as she began drawing again. As you walked back over to your seat, you stopped behind Peter and wrapped your arms around his chest. He rested his head against your chest as your hair fell around his face.

"We are so showing Sam when we get to work," Peter snickered.

"Bucky might pee himself," you laugh.

#peter parker #spiderman #spiderdad #peterparker x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker dad #parents #kids #parent au #baby #daughter and son #mcu #marvel #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader

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earlgreydream · 3 years

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little princess.

| bucky x reader | fluff |

obsessed with the idea of zemo being a dad, and Bucky being an uncle, and just the cuteness... based off of fatws ep5 (no spoilers though)

You watched as the little toddler tore out of the arms of her nanny. You’d just stepped off the plane with Zemo, Sam, and your boyfriend, Bucky. The wind blew through your hair, nearly knocking over the small child as she ran across the tarmac.

“Daddy!”

She ran into Zemo’s arms, and he scooped her up and held her tightly, squeezing the little girl. She had his same blond hair and beautiful brown eyes, a light Sokovian accent hanging off of her high-pitched voice.

“My little princess, I’ve missed you!” Zemo breathed, and you swore you saw a tear rolling down his cheek. She clung to him tightly, and he carried her to the car that you all piled into.

“Hi uncle Jamesie,” she smiled brightly at your boyfriend once you were moving on the road.

“Hi, Odette. I’ve missed you,” Bucky smiled, and she moved over and hugged him, earning a smile from Zemo.

While Zemo had been incarcerated, Bucky visited his daughter when he could. He’d also sent her gifts for every holiday, and made sure she went to a good private school, all at Zemo’s request.

“You remember Y/N? My girlfriend?” Bucky asked her, and she grinned up at you.

“Yes, she’s beautiful! Like a princess!” She giggled, waving shyly at you.

“Not near as pretty as you,” you winked at her, making her blush and climb back into her dad’s arms.

Zemo smiled at you, holding her in his arms as you drove to a penthouse in Madripoor, where you were staying.

“M’sleepy, daddy,” Odette yawned, stretching her tiny arms and burying deeper into his furry coat.

“We’re nearly home, little princess,” he kissed her head and you watched them, your heart swelling with warmth.

You followed them inside, holding Bucky’s hand as you entered the penthouse. Zemo put Odette down, and you heard him reading to her from a storybook until she fell asleep.

“Your daughter is darling,” you told Zemo as you poured a cup of tea in the kitchen.

“I love her very much.”

“I can see that,” you smiled at him.

Zemo liked you, and he wished that his daughter had a strong mom like you. He sometimes wondered if you and James would be better parents to Odette than he would, and James had become her godfather.

You stirred beside Bucky, hearing the soft noise of feet on the floor.

“Y/N?” The little girl whispered from next to your bed as you opened your eyes.

“Hi, love. What is it?” You whispered.

“M’dad’s door is locked, and I’ve got nightmares!” Her little eyes filled with tears.

You moved over in the bed, lifting the blanket for her to crawl in bed beside you. Bucky rolled over and gently touched her head.

“Are you okay, princess?” Bucky’s voice was deep from sleep.

“Yes, uncle Jamesie,” she whispered, crawling in between you to snuggle into the super soldier’s warmth and feel safe with you. You fell back asleep once she had drifted off, and Bucky watched the two of you. He loved how good you were with her, and it made him imagine you with your own children one day.

“Odette?!”

“She’s in here, Zemo!” You called, and he ran in, sighing as he saw her sitting in between the two of you, Bucky reading to her from her storybook. He relaxed and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Daddy, you locked your door last night, and I was scared.” She frowned.

“I’m so sorry, princess. I’ll be better about it, it’s just a bad habit. Come here,” he opened his arms and she tripped over the folds of the duvet as she ran to him across the mattress.

Bucky smiled at her, closing the storybook and handing it to Zemo. You got up with them, going to help Sam make breakfast for everyone.

You looked up from your laptop where you were working with Sam, looking around for your boyfriend. Usually, he wouldn’t go more than ten minutes without touching you or kissing you or bothering you, or at least reminding you of his existence.

You grinned as you saw him sitting on the floor with Odette, watching a Disney movie with her while Zemo was out running an errand. Odette loved Bucky. He was one of the only people she trusted besides her dad-- and you. He was the most constant person in her young life, even there when Zemo couldn’t be.

He spoke to her kindly, like a small adult, and he was incredibly patient with her. Bucky loved her like his own daughter, and he didn’t mind watching cartoons with her, or reading to her.

“Y/N?!”

“Hmm?” You hummed, closing your laptop and hopping off of the barstool. You picked her up when she ran to you, balancing her on your hip.

“Will you make cookies with me?”

“Do you think Zemo would be mad?” your question was directed at Bucky, who shook his head.

“Sure,” you gave in, setting her on the counter and pulling out the ingredients. Bucky stood by, making sure she didn’t get too close to the edge. The two of you helped her make sweets, and you were putting them in the oven as Zemo got home.

“We made cookies!” She announced proudly.

“Did you? James and Y/N spoil you.”

“I’m sorry-” you immediately began to apologize, and Zemo shook his head, touching your waist gently.

“Thank you,” he nodded, and you smiled, leaning back against Bucky’s chest.

You watched them play while you waited for the cookies to bake, and Bucky kissed the back of your head.

“You’re good with her,” you spoke softly.

“I love her very much. She’s my goddaughter. You’re good with her too, Y/N. You’d make a great mom.”

“James, Y/N. I must go to Sokovia, and I cannot bring her with me. Will you watch Odette, please? And take care of her?” Zemo asked.

“Of course. Always.” The two of you agreed, and you watched as the toddler tearfully said goodbye to her father.

“I will be back, my precious little one,” Zemo promised, kissing her head.

“Come here, Odette,” you called to the girl as she stood in front of the door, crying as Zemo left with Sam.

She wept softly in your arms, and you held her and rubbed her back to calm her down.

“Last time daddy left, he went to the glass cage and didn’t come back for me!” She cried and you felt your heart break in your chest.

Bucky’s grey eyes were sad, and he kissed the top of her head.

“This isn’t going to be like that, doll. He just has to work, but he’s going to come back. But you get to stay with us until he does!” Bucky promised, lifting her spirits a bit.

“Jamesie will watch whatever you want with you,” you tried to console her, and a happy smile replaced the sobs.

“Really?!”

“Really.” Bucky agreed, willing to do anything to make her smile again.

“Even Cinderella?”

Bucky’s heart softened, and he nodded, taking her from your arms. Soon, the three of you were settled on the couch with the movie, and she was asleep on his lap. You thought about building a family together, the idea seeming far less daunting as you practiced with your goddaughter.

After a bath, you read her a story before bed, her refusing to sleep without one.

“Jamesie, what is your necklace?” she lost interest in the tale of a dragon, opting instead to play with his dog tags as she sat on his lap.

“Those are my dog tags. I was a soldier, and they told people who I was. See, my name is on it?” he showed her.

“A soldier?”

“It means he fought to protect people.”

“Are you going to protect me?” her sweet voice struck a nerve in Bucky.

“I will always protect you.”

“My soldier!” she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. Your heart melted, and Bucky squeezed her.

He slipped them off of his neck, draping them around her and kissing her forehead.

*18 years later*

“I’ve never properly thanked you,” Odette said, pouring a bottle of wine into glasses for you.

“Thanked us? For what?” Bucky laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“For taking care of me, even after my father was reincarcerated. You two are like the parents I never really had. You loved me like I was your own daughter. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank us. You are our daughter.” You hugged her, the little toddler who was now an adult.

“Your father loved you so much. He never would have left you if you had a choice. He trusted you with us because he always wanted the best for you.” Bucky spoke quietly, and she smiled at him.

Her fingers went up to play with the silver chain around her neck, the feeling of Bucky’s dog tags bringing her comfort, as they had for the last eighteen years.

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duuhrayliegh · 3 years

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Hello, darling! I was wondering if you could right some Bucky x reader, where the reader worked along Sharon during Civil War and she meets Bucky. Then she runs always with Sharon and meets Bucky again in Madripoor and continue their story. I hope that makes sense. Thank yooouuuu✨✨✨

hey babes!! yes i absolutely can! i kind of gave more background than i meant to making it way longer, but i hope you enjoy it anyway! i do want to continue this story and most definitely will be so be on the lookout for the other parts of it lovie <3. i hope you still enjoy it even though it isn’t quite what you asked for yet :)

A Friend of Yours

FATWS SPOILERS

warnings: not much, canon lvl violence, some suggestive stuff closer towards to end, language, i think that’s it

word count: 6140 i went a bit overboard, it’s fine i’m totally fine

a/n: i got this request and then didn’t stop writing all day. i didn’t get anything else done all day. i got home at like seven-ish? and i’ve been sitting on the floor of my bedroom just writing this fic (for context it is now 12:47 pm where i’m at)

check out A Friend of Yours - pt. 2 and A Friend of Yours - pt. 3

p.s.: this is the first fic that i’m writing with an actual ‘x reader’ i’m so proud

xoxo ray

ray’s m.list

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You grew up with Sharon, the two of you were best friends from birth it seemed. Honestly, Peggy raised you more than your own parents did. When Aunt Peggy got Sharon her first thigh holster, she got you one too. You enlisted together, moved up the ranks together, everything. So, it was of no shock to anyone that after the fall of SHIELD, you both moved together into the CIA’s Joint Terrorism Task Force.

You were inside the hotel with Sharon, Steve and Sam when the bombing on the UN took place. The look of unbridled fear that fell over Steve’s face as they announced Barnes as the primary suspect was heart wrenching. You weren’t able to watch it for long because your phone was already ringing off the hook.

“Look, you need to get me more information, and now.” You gritted into your phone speaker before quickly hanging up the phone and turning to a crestfallen Steve who was still watching the news casting. Sharon ended her phone call and turned to you.

“We have to go to work.” A few short hours on a jet later, you and Sharon were coordinating the operation. Close by, Steve and Sam were awaiting new information. Steve had this insane plan to find Barnes before the whole rest of the world did. Like that’s going to happen, it took the world 70 years to find Barnes. Of course, Steve and Sam are going to find him in about half that time.

You followed the blonde woman into a busy coffee shop and up to the counter. She slid a manila folder over to a well disguised Captain America. “Tips have been pouring in since that footage went public. Everyone thinks the Winter Soldier goes to their gym. Most of it’s just noise, except this.” Sharon was talking quietly, trying to not draw attention to the fact that she was committing a serious offense.

“We have to give the briefing, like now Shar, so we have to go.” The two of you pushed off the counter and you turned quickly to say one last thing. “And you better hurry. They’ve given the order to shoot on site.”

You left the shop quickly and made your way back to the white tent, passing the redheaded spy who was watching you like a hawk. A look of understanding crossed her features as you kept a calm facade. She fucking knows, how the hell could she read you that easily?

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The next time you saw any of them, they were exiting the back of an armored prison van. It was no surprise that his eyes flitted over to his best friend from childhood. You glanced over at Barnes, who was strapped in all different ways, and your heart hurt for him. You tried not to pity him, you know you would’ve gotten a slap on the wrist from Aunt Peggy about it.

Bucky must’ve felt you looking at him because his steel blue eyes locked with your pair. This was the first time that you’ve ever actually seen the man in person. It was startling, in a good way. You grew up going to the Smithsonian and hearing Aunt Peggy’s stories about the great James Buchanan Barnes. You never thought that you’d get the chance to meet the man you did a history report on your freshman year of high school.

“Y/N?” Sharon’s voice cut through your thoughts, recalling you to reality and out of your past. “We have to go. We’ve been assigned to monitor Steve and Sam while they’re here.” Sharon was clearly not a fan of this, which made you laugh loudly.

“Oh, score! We get to babysit Captain America and the Falcon!” You spoke in an unnecessarily upbeat voice and then clapped your hands together. “Our dream job! Let’s go, Shar!” She stared at you for a millisecond before slapping a hand on your shoulder.

“Let’s go, you fucking dork.” You followed her through the office building into the control room where you observed Tony talking to Steve. Apparently, the conversation was not going well because both their faces held angry glares. Eventually, Tony left the room, leaving Steve alone with his thoughts and that can never be good.

“How you doing, Cap?” You asked as you less-than-gracefully plopped yourself into the chair across from him. He looked over at me and released a heavy sigh.

“Honestly, Y/N, not that great at the moment.” He looked at you with his iconic mom Steve stare. Wow, so that’s what it’s like to be on the receiving end of that. Sam walked in and sat next to you. You drowned out their conversation as your gaze focused on screens outside of the glass office.

The video feed of Barnes in his metal cage was displayed on a TV screen. How is this considered humane? Obviously you knew that the CIA had pushed boundaries in the past, but this was just insane. “Are those restraints really necessary?” Sam seemed to be just voicing his thoughts, not expecting a response back.

“Well, he is considered an international terrorist, so yeah, they’re kind of necessary.” You said quickly and then muttered under your breath, “No matter who thinks that it’s excessive.” Steve’s gaze met yours and he was about to speak when Sharon walked in and dropped a paper in front of Sam.

“The receipt for your gear.” A scoff sounded from Sam as he glared at Sharon.

“‘Bird costume’? Come on.” Always quick to defend your best friend.

“Hey, we didn’t write it up.” It came off snappier than you had meant it. Sharon shot you a look, signaling you to back off. You raised a brow at her as she leaned over the table to the intercom buttons.

The audio from Barnes’ evaluation echoed through the glass room. Everyone around you was unsuspecting the four of you listened in. The psychologist was talking to Barnes, who seemed incredibly closed off. Who could blame the guy though?

“I’m not here to judge you. I just want to ask a few questions. Do you know where you are, James?” The psychologist paused for a second, looking down and off to the side. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, James.” The caged man spoke for the first time.

“My name is Bucky.” His voice was rough from not being used. A look crossed Steve’s face and he turned to Sharon.

“Why would the Task Force release that photo to begin with?” Sharon’s body turned to face the man speaking to her. Her brows furrowed while she answered.

“Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?” Your head tilted, trying to follow Steve’s train of thought.

“Right. Good way to flush a guy out of hiding. Set off a bomb, get your picture taken. Get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier.” Oh shit.

“You’re saying someone framed him?” You wanted to believe it with every fiber in your being.

“Steve, we looked for the guy for two years and found nothing.” Sam reminded in a calm tone.

“Yeah, you didn’t bomb the UN though. That turns quite a few heads. Especially if prominent people like King T’Chaka end up dead because of it.” You made a good point, but there were still pieces missing.

“That doesn’t guarantee that they would find him. It guaranteed that we would.” Sharon and Steve began examining the room around them. Your attention returned to the audio emitting from the intercom.

“You fear that,“ the doctor paused, “if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Don’t worry.” He glanced down again and moved his hand to swipe something away.

“Guys?” You pointed to the screen as the doctor held up his pointer finger.

“We only have to talk about one.” All of the sudden, the screens went dark and the lights flickered off. Secretary Ross was yelling at technicians to get his video back. Tony was speaking to his AI, Friday, about locating the source of the outage. Steve and Sam tensed at the thought of what could be going on with Barnes.

“Sub-level five, east wing.” was all Sharon said as the pair ran off. You looked at her and threw your hands in the air.

“What the hell do we do now, Shar?” She glared at you as she started reasoning with you.

“They’re stronger than we are. If they can contain whatever the hell is happening down there then great. In the event that they can’t, we’ll be up here with Natasha and Tony to deal with it.” You nodded quickly as you both ran out of the room.

You quickly followed Natasha, Tony and Sharon to the main level of the building. Clearly Steve and Sam were unsuccessful in containing the situation because Barnes could be seen through the glass, fighting his way to his destination.

Tony stunned Barnes with a previously concealed Iron Man glove. Barnes started towards Tony and quickly attacked. After Barnes bested Tony, it wasn’t long before Natasha rushed the man alongside Sharon. It wasn’t hard for Barnes to throw Sharon across the room. Natasha took the opportunity to launch herself onto his shoulders, which caused Barnes to slam her into a table with his metal hand wrapped around her neck.

She mumbled something to him as you kicked his ribs, releasing his chokehold on her. He stumbled backwards, his hard gaze landed on yours as he approached. Your eyes locked on his as the two of you traded blows.

They weren’t the same eyes as before. Those eyes were soft and remorseful, these were hard and unattached. There was no emotion behind the pair staring at you. The fraction of a second that you were analyzing his eyes in your head was enough for him to catch you off guard. His metal fist landed in your rib cage. The opposite hand jabbed at your face, busting your lip and sending you flying backwards.

You hit your head on the concrete below, making your eyes roll back. The wind left your lungs and you gasped to get it back as Barnes and T’Challa fought in the background. It was a few minutes later that a concerned Sharon made her way over to you.

“Are you okay?” You looked her over as she did you, checking for any severe injuries. You offered a small nod, not wanting to shake your head too much in fear of a concussion. “Let’s go check in with Ross.”

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“And how the hell did Rogers and Wilson even know where to find Barnes?” Ross’ voice boomed through the office. No one said anything, not wanting to incur the wrath of Secretary Ross. “I’ve already allowed Stark 36 hours to find them and bring them back here.” Ross turned to you and Sharon standing in the corner of the room. “If they contact any of you, report it immediately.” Rounds of ‘yes, sirs’ bounced around the room, then chaos ensued as everyone got back to trying to clean up this mess.

“Carter. Y/L/N. Elevator now.” He raised two fingers to point toward the elevators before walking into one. It was just the three of you in the enclosed space. He clicked the button for the ground floor. “I know you have some kind of connection to Rogers but do not let that cloud your judgement. The both of you are CIA agents first.”

“We understand, Secretary.” The elevator doors opened again and you went to step out when Ross stopped you again.

“I mean it, girls. This is your job on the line here.” You and Sharon shared a look before continuing walking. Did he just call us girls?

“Do you think that was supposed to be intimidating?” You laughed under your breath as you went out to the parking lot. Sharon sighed and shrugged her shoulders.

“Probably.” She looked at you over the top of her car. “You don’t have to come with me.”

“Where do we start?”

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Getting that fucking shield and bird suit wasn’t easy. They had moved it from the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre to the US Embassy to await transport back to the States. It made it easier but still damn near impossible to get. Thankfully, you and Sharon are good liars. Skills of a misspent youth.

The two of you walked in the front door and displayed your badges. “We’re here to pick up Captain America and the Falcon’s effects.” The man behind the counter didn’t even question it. Man, they need better people at the Embassy.

“You’ll have to sign some paperwork saying you picked it up.” There it is. You both flicked a brow and Sharon held her hand out for the clipboard. Small scratches from the pen in her hand were echoing throughout the empty building.

She handed the clipboard back to the man behind the counter. “Okie dokie, just pull your car around to the side of the building and we’ll get you loaded up.” He shot them a small smile and turned around to file the papers.

“That was easy enough.” You whispered to Sharon as you left, not wanting your voice to carry. You walked to your car that was parked in front of the iron wrought gate. Pulling your car around to the side of the building, you popped the trunk. The gear clad Embassy soldier carelessly tossed Sam’s suit inside before gently placing the shield on top of it.

“Hey, if there’s a scratch on that suit, it’s coming out of your paycheck buddy.” You held your pointer finger up to the man’s unimpressed face.

“Y/N, let’s go. We’ve got to get these to the jet or Ross will have our heads. Remember it’s our job on the line here.” What Sharon said made you laugh big while hauling yourself back into the driver’s seat of the car. As you pulled out into the street, Sharon was typing away on her phone and pushing it to her ear.

“This is a secure line but I don’t know for how long, so don’t talk just listen.” She took a deep breath and then continued. “We want to help. Meet us under the bridge on Route 6. We’ll be there in two hours.” She ended the call quickly and threw the phone outside the car. Glancing over at you, she nodded and sighed again.

“We’ve gotten this far.” You had one question burning in your throat that you were afraid to ask.

“Where do we go after they’ve gone?” She looked at you and she was biting her lip, something she only did when she was incredibly stressed.

“I don’t know yet. Do you have any ideas?” You smiled and thought of the one place that you wouldn’t be followed.

“Yeah, I’ve got one, but it’s rough.”

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The drive to the underpass wasn’t a hard one. You had beat the boys there so you and Sharon were sitting in the car. You had the radio playing softly in the background.

“Who the hell do you know in Madripoor?” You laughed and shrugged.

“I’m supposed to tell you all my secrets for free?” You shook your head and shifted in your seat to face her fully. “I was tasked with tracking some artwork down there. One of my assignments when we went through initiation for the Agency.” You picked at the holes in your jeans. “I thought it was just all fake stuff, but I researched it more and more. Turns out, the underground artwork dealing is really lucrative over there.”

Sharon stared at you in amazement. “What did you do, Y/N?” You smirked.

“I haven’t done anything.” You held her gaze, “Yet.” She released a small laugh and her mouth hung open a bit. “I may have a warehouse out there.” You squinted one of your eyes, and leaned forward. “And the apartment above it.” She was going to say something when an old ass blue Beetle pulled up behind you.

“Now how the fuck did they all fit in that tiny ass car?” You both laughed as you stepped out of the car with big smiles on your faces.

“Not sure you understand the concept of a getaway car.” Steve walked up to Sharon and they began talking as she popped the trunk, revealing their gear. Your attention was on the men in the car behind them. Barnes was stuck in the back away from cameras and Sam was lounging in the passenger seat. Your eyes met Barnes’ again, they were back to the remorseful pair you saw the first time.

“You know he kind of tried to kill us.” You waved your hand in gesture to the man in the car.

“Sorry, I’ll put it on the list too.” He glanced back down at Sharon, who had migrated closer to him. “They’re going to come looking for you.”

She nodded, “I know.” Then the most awkward kiss in all of kissing history took place. Your brows shot up then furrowed quickly, a small wince overtaking your face. They pulled apart and traded more words. Sharon began walking back to the passenger side of the car.

Steve turned around and you looked back at the two men in the car. Both of them were wearing proud, smug grins. Steve threw his head back as if he was berating them.

“About damn time, Cap! She’s been pining over you for God knows how long now.” The windows were down in the Beetle so the other two heard you shouting at their friend.

“Y/N!” Sharon was a bit embarrassed.

“What? It’s the truth, Shar!” The two of you began bickering like an old married couple as you started the car again. Steve got all he needed from the trunk and shut it quickly, slapping it twice. You began driving off with Sharon giving you directions to an airport on the opposite side of the country.

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That was the last time you saw Steve. Last time you saw anyone for a while. You had been dusted in the Blip. Sharon had followed you to your apartment in Madripoor. The two of you were able to figure the city out pretty quickly. Learning the ins and outs of the island, where to go, who to sell to. One afternoon, you and Sharon had been surveying a Van Gogh piece for your gallery when you flew away. In the middle of a fucking deal, what perfect timing.

Five years later, you were reunited with an even more successful Sharon. “I kept your room the way you left it.” She said as she led you through your shared home. “I figured that you’d be back and you’d be pissed off if I fucked with anything.”

You smiled at the woman gratefully and hugged her. Neither of you let go for a while. When you did, she started filling you in on everything. She had continued to split all her profits and had been depositing the money into your account. “Even if you didn’t come back, I could’ve used it if I needed to bug out. Win-win.” She explained with a smile.

The two of you had about six months of getting back into the groove of things. It was quickly cut off by a ping of your phones one day. A look of confusion and anger crossed her face, “Are you fucking kidding me?” She locked eyes with you and told you to get your gear.

“Where are we going?” She threw her phone at you and you looked at the screen. As soon as you read the notification at the top of it you understood. Repeating your question from before, you tied the knots on your Converse. You followed Sharon to the Low Town side of the island.

“Now what the fuck are they doing here, do you think?” The two of you camped outside of the Brass Monkey nightclub, ready for whatever came your way. Deciding that you were too visible to everyone else, you moved to the building across from the club. Something is bound to go wrong and the first place they're going to get ran to is this dead end alley.

Sure enough, not even ten minutes later, Sam, Barnes, and Zemo got cornered in the alleyway. Sharon had decided to stay on the ground floor next to the door. You shot two of the assassins following the group of three and Sharon took out the final one.

You made your way back down to Sharon, who was still holding her gun up. “You cost me everything.” She focused her gun on Zemo.

“Sharon, wait. Someone recreated the super soldier serum and Zemo had a lead.” Sam remarked calmly, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Explains why you guys are here and Selby’s dead.” Your brows shot up at that, must of been new information that she got while you were upstairs.

“Why are you here, Sharon?” Sam questioned.

“She was one of the ones who stole Steve’s shield, remember?” You stepped forward, raising your gun to gesture to the men in front of you. “And the wings, so your ass,” you waved at Sam, “could save his ass,” at Barnes, “from his ass.” You lowered your gun and stepped in front of Zemo, staring the man down. Your fist balled and you launched it at Zemo, landing a solid hit to his cheekbone.

Barnes grabbed your hand, twisting your body to slot against his with your arm bent behind your back. He leaned close to your ear, breath making shivers trickle down your spine. “I only let you do that because I’ve wanted to for a while now, so don’t get any more ideas.” Your breath hitched because of the proximity of the man behind you.

“Alright, give me my Y/N back.” Sharon said, lowering her gun to holster it. Bucky held onto you for a few more seconds than necessary and then pushed you towards Sharon as he released you. You scoffed, then shoved your gun into the waistband of your jeans. Sam and Sharon had already started their own conversation by the time you calmed down enough to face Barnes.

Sharon bobbed her head to you, an unspoken language between the two of you. After bringing them into your home, Sam began admiring the artwork in the first floor gallery. “Looks like breaking the law is treating you two well.”

“Before even graduating into the Agency, I had a place over here. Never had any intention on using it, but here we are.” You started, “Then, after having to flee Berlin, for you,” You shot a look at Bucky, “we figured if we had to hustle, might as well enjoy the good life. Do you know how much we can get for a real Monet?”

“Deactivate your hustle mode. You sell fake Monet’s.” Sharon shot him a look, about to defend us when Zemo cut in.

“No. She means real. This gallery is specialized in stolen artwork. Monet. Van Gogh. All the classics.” Sam made a face of disbelief.

“It’s true. You know, half the artwork in museums like the Louvre is fake. Real stuff sits in places like this.” Bucky gestured to the gallery. Sam pulled his phone out of his suit pocket.

“Okay, guys, I see what you’re doing. You’re more worldly than good old Sam.” He was typing furiously as he spoke. Bucky passed him, soundlessly following you and Sharon to the upstairs apartment.

“Yeah. What’s Google say?” Once the five of you got upstairs, Sharon began walking them into her office, telling them that they needed to change because we were hosting clients. It didn’t take long for the men to switch outfits. It was refreshing to see Barnes in something other than combat gear or a torn Henley. Sharon followed you in the office, making a remark at Sam while he apologised.

“Look, you know the whole hero thing is a joke, right? The way you gave up that shield, deep down, you must know it’s all hypocrisy.” She said as you plopped yourself on one of the plush chairs across from the couch, holding a clear glass full of whiskey.

“He knows. And not so deep down.” Zemo added quietly, since when is Zemo informed? Sharon glazed over his comment, opting for asking about the new Cap while filling a glass for herself.

“Don’t get me started.” Barnes spoke for the first time since being downstairs. You narrowed your eyes at the man.

“Please. You buy into all that stars and stripes bullshit.” You swung your glass to Zemo, “Before you were his pet psychopath, you were Mr. America! Cap’s best friend.” His gaze darted over to you, nose wrinkling at your comment.

“Do you know who I am?” He tried to be intimidating but it was just funny to you. You were taking a drink to moisten your throat to fire back a witty comeback, when Sharon spoke for you.

“Oh trust me, she knows. She did a report on you freshman year of high school.” You started choking on your drink as Sharon smirked from the couch next to Barnes. His brows raised and a smug smile graced his face.

“She did now?” Clearly he was a different man from the last time you saw him. Meeting his eyes for the fourth time ever, you were surprised with what you saw. There was almost a hunger lingering behind his eyes.

“Most definitely. I don’t even know how many times she went to the Smithsonian to see the exhibit about you.” You glared at Sharon, who continued to talk, unbothered by you. She raised her own glass to her lips, speaking into her cup, muffling her words. “Honestly, think she developed a little crush.” Barnes’ eyes never left your face, his mind racing.

“Wait, so the entire time you were helping me and Steve, you had a crush on Tin Man?” Sam interjected, wanting to be included in the conversation. You rolled your eyes and gave a subtle nod to Sam. The action wasn’t missed by Bucky.

“Which is why I think it must’ve been really hard for you to ask him of all people for help. They comin’ down real hard on you out there?” You asked Barnes with a smirk and a head tilt towards Zemo. “I know he fucked you up real good, triggering the Soldier, Barnes.”

Sam laughed beside him. “Dude, that’s basically what you told Walker.” Barnes threw a glare at Sam, who had clapped a hand on his metal shoulder. The conversation dissipated after your comment, guess you killed the vibe.

Sam turned to a relaxed Sharon, “We need your help.” Her body tensed, neither one of you was ready to throw yourself back into enemy territory. “I can get your name cleared.” He dangled a huge bargaining chip in front of her face. You knew Sharon was eager to get back to the States. She misses her dad. It was unfair of Sam to use that as a way to gain her favor.

“Haggling with someone’s life like that isn’t okay, Sam.” You said quietly, focusing your gaze on the glass in your hand.

“It’s not like that, Y/N.”

“Yes, it is, Sam.” You said firmly. “You can’t just say something like that. I know you’re an Avenger. That’s great shit, but you need to realize that if you can’t deliver on your word, we go to jail or worse. You know that.”

“I don’t trust charity, Sam.” Sharon said from beside Barnes.

“All right, a deal then. You help us out, and I get your names cleared.” Your nostrils flared and you shook your head. Sharon agreed, blinded by the possibility of seeing her family again. You don’t doubt that she thought through all the outcomes, it just wasn’t the route you would’ve taken.

“We sell to some pretty connected people. Lay low, blend in, and enjoy the party.” She got up, exiting the office.

“Try to stay outta trouble, boys.” You said placing your glass on Sharon’s desk as you left. “We’ll see what we can find.”

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You were standing next to Sharon when the three men joined the party. Leaning over to Sharon, you told her you were going to get a drink from the bar. You pushed your way through the crowd, planting yourself on a stool in front of the countertop. Nodding your head at the bartender, they passed you a bottle of club soda.

“Not drinking tonight?” A raspy voice questioned over your shoulder. You turned to face the owner as you shrugged your shoulders.

“Already had my fill. And technically, I’m supposed to be working, Barnes.” Your eyes met with his again. You couldn’t tell if it was the light in the room or if it was just him, but they were a deeper shade of blue than before. He leaned his weight on his elbow that was resting on the bar top next to you. He was so close you could feel his body heat rolling off him in waves.

His eyes roamed your face, stopping on your lips as he spoke. “You know you can call me Bucky, right?” You made a face, bringing your bottle to your mouth. He watched intently as your lips wrapped around the opening.

“We’ve never had a single conversation before today. And the first time you actually met me, you twisted my arm behind my back because I punched the dickwad standing next to you.” You took another sip and his eyes drifted down to your throat. He watched as it bobbed when you swallowed.

“So, yeah. I’m going to call you Barnes.” You leaned closer, “I’ve never been given permission to call you anything else.” You could tell you struck something. Something that he didn’t even possibly know about. His face heated and he had to clear his throat before speaking.

“Um, okay. Well you can call me Bucky or if you want, James.” Your brow quirked and you pulled back to take him in fully.

“How many people have you let call you that since you got your free will back?” Your tone was serious, but your face held a smile.

“None, doll.” His eyes ran over your face again. “I just want to hear how it’ll sound coming from your mouth.” One of his metal fingers came up to rest on your bottom lip as your smile grew.

“James.” You whispered, just for him. What he was giving you was a privilege, one you were going to revel in. One corner of his mouth tugged upwards.

“Again.” He growled as his finger remained on your lip.

“James.”

“Again.”

“James.” The party around the two of you faded away. In your reality, it was just you and the man in front of you. A peaceful place, where nothing could change what was happening right at that moment.

Of course, reality is a bitch. And you never got what you wanted. Your jaw clenched as soon as your phone pinged. James dropped his hand from your face as he read the text with you.

Found Nagel. Meet us outside and if you find Bucky, tell him too.

You scrunched your nose and bit your lip. James’ hand was quick to pull your lip from your front teeth, before resting there for a second as he studied your face. He stepped back quickly, nodding his head for you to follow him.

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You don’t know how the hell Sharon managed to find him, but she did. You were in a shipping yard for storage cars. “Madripoor could give New York a run for its money.” Sam said as the five of you weaved your way through the containers.

“With a bounty on your head, the longer you’re in Madripoor, the less likely you’re ever leaving.” She glanced down at her phone in her hand. Nodding toward a red container, “Alright, he’s in there. Container 4621.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out five earpieces.

“We’ll keep watch while you guys talk to Nagel. But hurry. We’re on borrowed time.” You said as you watched everyone situate their pieces. Sharon turned around and began walking down an aisle not far from the container Nagel was in. You stopped James before he could go anywhere.

“Hey, be careful.” His eyes met yours and they were back to the normal steel blue. “Don’t forget who you are, James.” Something flashed behind his eyes, but his face showed no change.

“You too, Y/N. Don’t make me come out here and save your ass.” His eyes flicked down quickly and a smile spread quickly. “I mean, not that I would mind.” You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder, turning and walking down the aisle Sharon did.

“So,” She was leaned against a rusted container with a smug smile. “You and Bucky, huh?” You groaned and stood next to her.

“I don’t know, Shar. Neither one of us should be in a relationship. Especially since we’re both Enemies of the State, well one of us is, the other one was.” You turned your head to look at her. “What do you think about all of this?” She opened her mouth to speak when you both heard something ricochet off a metal wall.

She raised a finger to her mouth and crouched down before pressing that same finger to her earpiece. “Guys, we have company.” She took off down one end of the aisle and you down the opposite, ready to attack from both sides. There were three men walking towards Nagel’s container, you shot a look down to Sharon and she nodded.

She came from the back with a baton, whacking the last guy once in the knees and once in the head, disarming him. When the front man turned to help his comrade, you did the same move to him with your own baton. You both continued trading blows with the men. You had effectively taken out the first man, using his thigh to latch yourself to the third man’s shoulders. Situating yourself to use your body weight to flip him over, definitely knocking him out.

“Every bounty hunter in the city is here. We gotta go now, boys!” You yelled to your earpiece as you watched Sharon fight off another opponent.

It wasn’t until the gunfire started that Sharon said something else into the piece. “Guys, we’re seriously outta time here.” You both split off, out of each other’s view, battling your own demons. You were currently dealing with two of those said demons, when a third approached from behind. Locking you in a chokehold as the other two continued punching your ribs.

One of the hunters was suddenly ripped away from you. Punches were landing and groans were echoing through the alleyways. You threw all your body weight forward, throwing your assailant over your shoulder. Two gunshots rang out and then a third one, which landed a bullet hole between your aggressors eyes. Your head whipped around to face James, whose arm dropped back to his side.

He walked towards you, putting a hand on your back leading you to where Sharon and Sam were standing. Zemo pulled up in a blue convertible car, “Supercharged.” was all he said. Sam pointed his finger at the man in the driver’s seat.

“You’re going back to jail.”

“Do you want to find Karli or not?” James sighed heavily, his shoulder sinking with the action.

“He’s right. We need him. And there’s two of us, and at least twenty of them.” James got in the front seat, leaving the door open for Sam.

“Fine. But if you try that shit again--”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Zemo raised his hands in surrender. Sam turned to Sharon.

“Well, that was one hell of a reunion.” You leaned over the open door to talk to James. He looked at you with a sad face.

“Why don’t you come back to the States with us?” He tilted his head. “We could clearly use your help, doll.” You smiled at that and licked your lips before responding.

“You know we can’t. Not yet anyway.” He placed his finger back on your bottom lip, maintaining eye contact. “This isn’t the last you’ll see of me, James. That I can promise you.” He smiled and dropped his hand back to his lap.

Sam climbed into the seat behind James. “You’re not going to move your seat up, are you?” James smirked before replying.

“No.” You watched as they drove off, desperately wanting to see James again already.

You turned back to Sharon and the two of you began walking back towards High Town. “I think you should go for it.”

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the-other-art-blog · 2 years

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Hawkeye episode 1 & 2

My sister in all of her cruelty picked this specific day (Nov 24) to finish her applications. She made me wait a entire day to watch Hawkeye!!!!!!!!

Generally, I loved it.

Is Clint a bit sidelined IN HIS OWN SHOW?! Yes, but they’re trying to introduce a whole new character. So, as long as the next episodes are more Clint-centric, or at least have the same screen time, I’ll be ok with that. They’re gonna work together from now on, so it should get better.

I feel like the intro was more like a short way to tell Kate’s backstory using the art from the comics, not as an actual intro to the whole show. It’s not there in episode 2.

It does feel slow, but that’s kind of how I felt about FATWS. So again, I’ll wait for more episodes.

Regardless, I think the bits we got about Clint were really good:

Watching his iconic scene from Avengers 2012 from Kate’s perspective was awesome!

Turning his hearing aid off during the musical 🙌

The way he freezes when he sees Natasha on the musical 😭 😭 😭 😭

It’s been two years and he’s still mourning her

The explanation to his hearing loss was great, simple, logical, realistic. You don’t really need more than that. Everyone else had some kind of protection, minus him.

He’s not a human disaster!!! I’m so happy about that. Like he is grumpy and tired, but he’s so competent and responsible. Thank you!

I love how Kate is struggling with the TSM and he just comes and beats them.

He’s a badass!

And I love how he entered the building dressed as a firefighter.

“This is like talking to furniture” 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂

I love his humor so much! (That’s Renner. His characters always have that)

“Catch and release” what a great call back to Nat’s first scene in Avengers!

At first I though the Renaissance fair was stupid, but it ended up being great!

Clint is such a good guy, he’s just not interested in the spotlight. He’s not Stark. But he’s not a jerk either, he just wants to go home.

I love when he asks Kate if everyone says “I love you” just because. He’s the kind of person who only says “I love you” when he truly, wholeheartedly means it.

He’s just doing his job. Unlike other Avengers, he does have a life outside being a superhero.

And very importantly, HE’S A DOG PERSON!!!!!

The Barton family!!!! 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰

Clint being a dad to his actual kids AND to Kate

He’s such a sweet dad, seriously I love him so much

“Don’t lose Nate” “Where’s Nate?” 😂

“I’m not 18, I’m 22″ “yeah, same thing” 😂

Nate is learning sign language! I guess everyone else is learning too 🥺

I love they kept his special relationship with Lila 🥰 🥰 🥰

I would love to see more of the kids, especially Lila and Cooper annoying each other.

That whole conversation with Laura!!! 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰

That is a healthy marriage

She knows everything, she even knows about the TSM and Nat’s moves

It just shows why this marriage works, with him spending so many time away. This is why they are still together. A lot of people want her to leave him, but it’s not gonna happen.

Now please can we have a scene when the two are in the same room?!?!?

Kate’s side

I like her. I like how she is still not there. And I like that. I’d be ridiculous if she was awesome already.

Learning karate is great, but it’s not enough to actually fight people. Hopefully Clint will give her a few lessons.

Her mom does seem shady

Jacques is supposed to be Clint’s mentor in the comics, but here I’m not sure what they’re gonna do with him. He’s Swordsman, so...

There was a clip where Clint, Kate, Eleanor and Jacques are all talking. Maybe Clint does recognize him and is just trying to be calm. Who knows?

Overall, I love Kate. But Clint is still my main focus.

But I love their interactions.

#hawkeye #hawkeye spoilers #clint barton #Kate Bishop #claura #clint x laura #jeremy renner #Hailee Steinfeld #Linda Cardellini #Laura Barton

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Honestly, I didn’t think Bucky’s characterization was bad in FATWS. I watched it with my mom (who’s pretty ambivalent about the characters in the MCU) and she said she thought he was the only likable character on the show. The problem wasn’t him, it was the way the rest of the characters treated him. We both agreed Loki’s characterization was awful though.

Yeah I think the same. The problem wasn't his characterization, it makes perfect sense that he would feel guilty (it just so happens that Marvel doesn't understand the difference between feeling guilty vs being guilty), it makes sense that he would isolate himself, struggle to keep with up with friendships or even the slightest contact with Sam, or the staring thing that was mostly played for laughs but I felt was a sign of extreme PTSD and should have been addressed as such.

But damn if he wasn't treated like hell throughout the show. Blamed for the WS crimes in ep1, he gets an earful about Isaiah and calls Hydra "my people" in ep2, then helps Zemo escape prison and is forced to revert to WS-mode for a moment in ep3 (and that's never addressed), in ep4 Zemo makes an exception for Steve when they say the serum didn't corrupt him but they don't say the same thing for Bucky and what's worse Walker tells him how great it is for him to have the serum in his veins as if Bucky had any choice in how Hydra injected him with it after the fall, then Sam tells him in ep5 that it is his job and his duty to approach the families of the victims of the WS and in the final ep he meets with Yori (an action that would have re-traumatized him again big time) and in the final credits Sam gets an upgrade as he becomes our Captain America but Bucky keeps the Winter Soldier moniker for some reason I still don't understand.

And what pisses me off about all this is they could have had the exact same series without all the victim blaming if only they had changed the framing and they had allowed Bucky to speak up when those around him defined him. It was that easy. But Spellman and Skogland have made very clear they think Bucky is guilty so yeah, that was never gonna happen.

#anti tfatws #bucky barnes #pro bucky barnes #anti kari skogland #anti malcolm spellman

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years

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okay so I wanna talk about the marvel tv shows so far for a sec and Matt Murdock and the flaws of the shows

ps I am by no means a tv or marvel expert but I love all the works they do and will watch it regardless lol (pps my favorites are matt murdock and loki. you will be able to tell)

So WandaVision came out and was an instant hit. This show was based far more on Wanda’s character than plot, because the plot was so reliant on her which ended up being a good thing! Though there was the side characters they were all people we knew. There was nothing new to introduce us with the exception of Agatha who was there for Wanda. Objectively it was the most enjoyable to watch because we got to use our knowledge of Wanda’s character to enjoy it

Then fatws came out which was also good but not as successful. This show had a good balance of plot and character. There were new places and things presented that didn’t inherently have to do with Sam or Bucky but they did a nice job having plenty of side scenes for their character development. We got to see Bucky actively trying to heal and Sam come to be Captain America. This show wasn’t as reliant on their characters but it had good familiar (as in the concept not the actual characters) baddies.

Then Loki came out lol. Lots of people were disappointed with it as a whole and though people like to complain about Sylvie and people will tend to defend her character, I truly think she was the problem. I don’t think it’s her completely at all but the way they introduced her. Giving Loki a ‘love interest’ this far in the game is hard already but it’s bad enough when it’s directly following the attack on New York. That Loki was in no position for romance or even basic friendship and I feel like that wasn’t shown very well at all. Yes, they showed him his life and how it would play out but giving him years of movies character development in that little time was too fast. This show could have done very well had it been more character driven like WandaVision. Loki is a strong, beloved character and they chose to go so far into plot they gave very little time to him. What they did give to Loki was then bordered by Sylvie. She could’ve have been a strong player had they not instantly given her and Loki this sharing relationship that is just unrealistic to any Loki I feel like? This is not a ‘ohh don’t give Loki a relationship because I love him’ thing, this is a ‘they gave Loki a relationship that was HIMSELF in a time in his life when he could barely have a relationship with his brother let alone a random girl he just met’. The show was far too reliant on new things we were being introduced; the TVA, Mobius, Variants, Sylvie, Rennslayer and the Time Keepers. They sidelined Loki in his own show.

Skipping what if (which was good but an anthology), Hawkeye comes out. Hawkeye did a good job introducing Kate and creating her relationship with Clint. The plot was discombobulated (Kate’s mom, Kate’s moms fiancé, the larping side plot, Maya, Fisk etc) but it made up for it with Clint and Kate’s character development.

Here’s my problem here’s my whole speals point. Fisk. Wilson Fisk was brought up in three seasons to be a feared man, three steps ahead, having dirt on everyone. It took Daredevil three seasons to beat the shit out of him. Even then, Foggy and Karen were in danger, Fisk had practically found out his identity people had died.

So …. Kate Bishop beat him in one go?? Lopez gets revenge of something we learned like two episodes ago??? It felt unearned and cheap. I love the two girls so much and I know it’s hard to recreate or carry forward Daredevils show because it really was that good.

Anyway, all this to say marvel needs to do more character based shows than plot based. Matt Murdock is rumored to be in multiple shows but it worries me that he’ll be dumbed down like Fisk or sidelined like Loki. It would really suck to take a fantastic show like Daredevil and split it into pieces, bringing down the stakes of that show for the sake of making others better.

I’m curious to see how the shows go but I don’t want them to being Daredevil in to tear him to bits like Lokis character and Fisks. The shows are new for the movie characters so I understand the awkwardness but they showed with WandaVision they could do it and make it fantastic. This is a psa that they shouldn’t ruin Matt Murdock because they have the ability to make it great.

#marvel #Hawkeye series #the falcon and the winter soilder #Loki series #WandaVision #Matt Murdock #daredevil #wilson Fisk #long post

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pizza-portal · 3 years

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My mom watching fatws: can’t believe they replaced Chris Evans with that ugly duckling

#marvel #mcu phase 4 #mcu memes #mcu #captian america #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #fatws ep 2 #fatws ep 1 #bucky barnes #sam wilson #captain falcon #sebastian stan #chris evans #anthony mackie

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