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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s SStan Series Rec List

here are my sebastian stan series fic recs! they are mostly bucky barnes series but mainly Au’s! i will be creating separate lists for cevans one shots and sstan one shots😚

Clockwork - @sgt-seabass

When life seems to be finally back on track, a visit by a mob boss to your dainty town changes everything. (Dark!Alpha Nick Fowler)

The Soldat And The Sparrow - @navybrat817

Your fire burns for the Winter Soldier. And one day, you'll be free. Both of you.

For The Love Of The Game - @pellucid-constellations

Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it. 

The Heart Is A Deep Ocean - @dreamlessinparis

Titanic was known as the ship of dreams. For you, it was the dream of getting home, or so you thought. From the moment you locked eyes with James Buchanan Barnes, all those dreams changed and your life was never the same.

Everything’s Better In WestView - @espinosaurusrexex

Bucky and Y/N sneak into Westview to have the perfect life. Away from late Steve and Tony, Vision and Natasha, they let themselves be consumed by suburban magic. To their surprise, however, some of these people aren’t so dead in the town. And there are some other weird things happening that make them question their sanity. But that’s okay, right? ‘Cause everything’s better in Westview.

The Bride Of Soldat - @vampy-doll

In the summer of 1986, a young woman goes missing whenever HYDRA kidnaps her to be their next experiment for the reward of their Soldat. Now, post blip, Bucky starts to remember defining details of his love, his match made in hell, and is determined to find her. But after years of isolation and torture after his escape, she isn’t who he remembers. Now they’re trying to piece together who she was pre-HYDRA to teach her how to live, without his undying love and obsession of her getting in the way. But when one head is cut off, two more shall grow in its place, leaving them to discover those behind her abduction.

Awake My Soul - @foreverindreamlandd

It's been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you've learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He's been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren't telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you're put at risk, he'll stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Guiding Light - @wkemeup

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and go home. Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra. While you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, Bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. Not until he brings you home. If he even can.

The Witness - @wkemeup

Owner of a bar full of criminals, maybe you shouldn’t be surprised when you’re the sole witness to a hydra hit. In comes Detective Barnes, the quick-witted, flirtatious cop who somehow became a regular at your misfit bar. When he takes it upon himself to ensure your safety off the books, you learn to rely on someone else for a change and find you don’t mind it at all. Not when it’s him.

Under Oath - @ugh-supersoldiers

The people called for justice, the state answered. The trial of State v. Barnes is set to begin, and the odds are most certainly not in favor of the not so beloved ex Winter Soldier. That’s where you come in, the quick, smart, and all too brave lawyer set on defending and saving one Bucky Barnes from legal prosecution. The only problem? He’s not so sure he’s worth saving at all.

Just One Kiss - @sarahwroteathing

Bucky Barnes has been chasing after you since he was ten years old, but you’re determined not to give in. How long can you hold out when all he’s asking for is just one kiss?

He’s Hazardous To My Health - @writing-for-marvel

Bucky Barnes is a beefy paramedic with a traumatic past, who has left a trail of broken hearts behind him. You are a resident doctor new to town, who barely has time to date between long shifts. When your paths cross in your ER during a disaster, is it the start of something magical, or are you destined to be just another of Bucky’s former flames?

Just Try - @waiting4inspiration

Perfectly happy with your life at the Avengers’ compound, an alpha walks into your life, flipping it completely over and revealing secrets you hoped you had buried a long time ago.

Дорогая - @waiting4inspiration

Bucky's Winter Soldier programming has been triggered. Turns out the Winter Soldier has a thing for you.

Red Ties - @sebstan2020

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend Owens. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Delicate Edges - @wkemeup

Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You're trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Pride And Privacy - @adrinktostopyourthirst

Bucky works on himself as he gets used to a roommate. Turns out, she has a much better room than him and he crossed the line.

Feelings Are Fatal - @sunmoonandeddie

After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.

Appointments - @noctumbra

bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him. 

Lazarus - @sagechanoafterdark

Things are complicated between you and James Barnes. For you, life doesn’t mean much when you never stay dead for very long. But it might just be an ex-soviet assassin that convinces you to start living again.

Its A Deal - @justreadingfics

You’re out of a relationship of 10 years and you’re just in desperate need to get laid, no strings attached, no romance, no complications. You dear friend Natasha feels like she’s going to regret this later, but she might have the perfect guy to fulfill your needs.  

The Two Of Us - @bucky-bucket-barnes

You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda's world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what's happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.

Snow - @delaber

Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.

All Good Things - @sagechanoafterdark

After only three days of dealing with the annoying specter haunting you, you break the rules and accidently give a ghost a body. So what do you do when you find out the man you’re now sharing your your apartment with isn’t really a ghost and that haunted touch is a little warmer than you realized?

Welcome Home… Soldat? - @winterarmyy

Y/N had make a habit of greeting Bucky a warm 'welcome home' everytime he came back from his missions, but there was one particular day when she unknowingly greeted someone else.

Heavy Metal Lover - @mypoisonedvine

every client is different, with different needs; but this client is, in every way, exceptional. (Sub!Bucky Barnes + Dominatrix!Reader)

Parent-Teacher Conference - @coffeecatsandcandles

James Barnes, a widowed single dad, had forgotten what love felt like and let it crush him, taking his daughter, Rebecca, with him. He was cold, rude, and arrogant, being one of the few teachers at Westview High School the students seemed to absolutely despise. But when you show up, a hopeful math teacher who’d previously taught Rebecca’s kindergarten class, and are adored by your students and colleagues- James’s attitude starts to change.

Duck & Cover - @whirlybirbs

you’re the howling commandos’ new medic (Sniper!Bucky Barnes)

Winter’s Mate - @maggyme13

The Winter Soldier threatens to get out of control with his instincts taking over more and more. After years of supressed ruts his body built up a resistance and Hydra need to find another solution. Deciding it would be the easiest to just give in. Hydra kidnapped the reader to turn her into a Omega in Heat using injections whenever needed.

Key’s In Your Ignition - @georgiapeach30513

Caught up in a sexual relationship with your father’s Vice President, and trying to not get caught.  Blind to everything else that’s going on in the club, and even your old crush, Bucky Barnes.  Not even noticing your brother and best friend flirting, until your father suddenly passes, and things in the club drastically change. (Ari Levinson + Bucky Barnes + Harvard Hottie- Hayden)

#chxrrys fic recs #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fic recs #fic recs #sebastian stan x reader #nick fowler #nick fowler x reader

[akatsuki-shin]

Hi, @akatsuki-shin thanks so much for sharing your wonderful fanfics. I love to read them...🤩

I found your blog, cause I saw a lot of your JJK posts. Then I realized that you're also the author of quite a lot my favorite fanfics (sorry for being late in realizing it)....

Wow, now that you mentioned it, one of my twitter moot also like to post paralell between SatoSugu and HuaLian, somehow I felt it's not quite fit to their dynamics, and you worded them perfectly....

After reading your previous ask, do you mind if I ask you danmei questions? Can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from 'X'? And why you loved them? And your top 5 (or top 3) favorite moments from the novel? Thanks if you want to answer and sorry for the long ask....

'X' can be Qiang Jianjiu, Can Ci Pin or Mo Du, feel free to pick either one that you want to answer....

Aaaahhh thank you so much for reading my fics! 🥺 Hopefully I can post in the future for you to read hahaha

Yeah, I mean, for a ship to be similar to SatoSugu, I think one of them has to at least give off that Mom vibe like Suguru. Ngl, if Gojo were to marry Geto, he's not only going to get himself a wife but a Mom, as well, because he can be pretty childish and unhinged while Geto is there to make sure he doesn't run off somewhere. 😂

For your question, I'll go with Qiang Jinjiu.

My favorite character is definitely Shen Lanzhou. He's so pretty and smart. If he weren't so sickly, he would've been super strong when it comes to fighting. I love the fact that despite him often being looked down due to his looks and status, he ends becoming the most fearsome character in the story. Like, if you slight Ce'an, you may get off with just a few punches from him, but if you slight Lanzhou, you'll probably disappear that very same day. 😂

Next one is Xiao Ce'an. I love to see his change from wanting to kill Lanzhou on first sight then ended up becoming the most dedicated and loyal lover as the story progressed. Considering how precious Lanzhou is to me, I kinda share Ce'an's adoration for him and it just makes me happy to see him trying to spoil Lanzhou in every way.

For the third place, I'm not sure if I should say Papa Xiao Fangxu or Qi Zhuyin. They both definitely have a special place in my heart because of how strong and cool they are. Maybe I'll put Papa Xiao on 3rd and General Qi on 4th because I really love how we can see Xiao Fangxu's personality in Ce'an, especially with the way they both love and adore their partner. Qi Zhuyin is super awesome, though. Despite everyone's doubt on her as a woman, she proved to be a great and strong general (I think her troops are the most crucial there because she leads, like, 300thousand soldiers or something?).

I think it's pretty weird to put this one as a favorite character, but for some reason, I really love Ce'an's horse, Lang Tao Xue Jin. This horse always has the coolest description whenever it shows up and it's so funny when CeZhou had sex that night while riding the horse. The poor thing, LMAO. Also love Meng the gyrfalcon. I love them both. <3

As for my favorite moment, my number one is definitely when Ce'an resurrects the Libei Armored Cavalry after his father's death, that battle when they caught the Scorpions off-guard bytheir weapons and tactics upgrade in winter and pushes them all down to the Chasi Sink Hole. What I love the most about QJJ is how cinematic the battle scenes are and that one, followed by how Lanzhou desperately jumps into the sink hole to chase after Ce'an like a scene straight out of his nightmare is so uuurrgggghhhhhh 😭😭😭

Next one is the huge decisive battle with Hassen. Like, man, I didn't think I sleep at all until I finished that entire arc until Ce'an came and finished Hassen for good. From the very start when the invasion has just begun, to when the old commander (Yin Chang?) sacrificed himself outside the gate, when Fei Sheng rode all the way to lit the tower, when Tantai Hu came with reinforcement, and when Ce'an shot his arrow right before Hassen killed Lanzhou. I truly have no words; that must be the coolest battle scene I've read in my whole life.

The third one goes back a bit further to the earlier part when Lanzhou lets Ce'an go and locks him out of the city gate, so he could confront the guy who killed his teacher (Han Cheng, I think). But then Fei Sheng opened the gate for him and let Ce'an brought Lanzhou with him. That was so intense and the following hurt/comfort scene is just heartbreaking aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I'm not sure what to put as my fourth and fifth favorite scenes because there are so many interesting scenes throughout the story. I do remember two scenes that I still remember to this day.

One is when Qi Zhuyin's vice commander(?) sincerely told her that even if nobody were to remember her after this, then he would be the one to always light a candle for her, and after his death he would make sure his children continue to do the same. Qi Zhuyin really deserved that recognition after all her struggles and this show of sincere loyalty really just strikes me in my weakest point hhhhhhhhh

The other one is when Lu Yizhi came to visit Lanzhou to see what kind of man his brother-in-law has fallen in love with, but Lanzhou has no idea about it at all. And then at the end, Fei Sheng inadvertently opened the gift Lu Yizhi left for Lanzhou and went "mother of god it's a dowry" or something. xD

#danmei #qiang jin jiu #qiang jinjiu #qjj #shen lanzhou #xiao ce'an #shen zechuan #xiao chiye #cezhou

[captainsimagines]

hunting the fates || two

Summary: When the repercussions of giving up your Immortality come back to haunt you, a journey to Hell seems to be the only solution. With the help of your friends, both old and new, you set out on a journey to destroy the three Fates who have messed with your life long enough. There you discover that your power extends further than you ever thought possible, as does the Winter Soldier’s.

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x (Fem) POC Enhanced Reader; Sam Wilson x Female Original Character

Trope(s): Fantasy/Mythology/Horror; Soulmates/Mates; Angst/Fluff/Smut; Bisexual! Bucky Barnes; Multiple POV’s

Based on the Song(s): ‘Power’ by Isak Danielson ; ‘Breakfast’ by Dove Cameron ; ‘Darkside’ by Neoni ; ‘Bow - Slowed’ by Reyn Hartley

AO3 Link

Warnings: mention of infertility; strong language; sexual tension; mentions of slavery and curses; inaccurate Greek mythology; slow build-up to more extreme plot (lol)

Word Count: 4,960+

Author’s Note: Slow world building, but it picks up tremendously after this chapter! Don’t worry! Sorry about no Hades this chapter. I miss him too lol xxMoni

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Sam wandered, and wandered, turned right, and wandered some more.

He wasn’t armed with anything remotely dangerous—when Bucky called he dropped the television remote and sprinted the whole way to the restaurant. The second he threw open the doors, however, he had realized he forgot the shield. And his wings. And a gun.

So Sam made do with what was provided to him in his extravagant suite, taking a hanger from the closet—closets, really—and pulling the metal cord from inside. Bending and twisting it into what Sam would embarrassingly compare to a shank, he now held it firm in his right hand while his left carried a candle in its holder. He immediately regretted asking you for book recommendations from the 19th century all those months ago, because now he can’t stop comparing himself to Jane fucking Eyre.

He just hopes he doesn’t run into Hades’s estranged, tormented wife along the way.

The hallways were decorated with some of the most beautiful artwork Sam had ever seen. Pieces that rivaled the greats, pieces that were from the greats—all in a Renaissance or Baroque style. Which made sense considering the Renaissance era focused heavily on Greek and Roman mythology.

On his fourth right turn, however, Sam stopped to behold a painting that was unlike the others. Not as vibrant, not as large, not as commanding. A simple piece, but one Sam believed was hidden between all the rest on purpose.

The painting depicted a woman with striking red hair that could easily be mistaken for orange, tied back but allowed to run wild. Although her gaze was solemn, it wasn’t entirely pitiful. Something else shined in her eyes, curiosity and patience perhaps. She held a single pomegranate, and with the other hand held her own wrist.

Sam had passed dozens of paintings depicting war, love, and peace. And in all of those, not one depicted Hades’s other half. Where was Persephone? Thor had mentioned that this current Hades had been sitting on the throne for over six hundred years, which meant there was someone before him. But don’t Gods live forever? And if not, is this Hades the offspring of the Hades before him?

A theory clicked: Maybe Persephone has just not been born yet. And since the physical descriptors for each Hades have been spot-on with the dark blue eyes, pale skin, and blue fire, maybe the next Persephone is a red-head.

“I told you the locks were on the inside, Birdling.”

Sam jumped and stumbled backward, the hand holding the shank reaching up to clench at his shirt. “Fuck!”

Elva rolled her eyes but turned to the portrait of Persephone. With her arms crossed, she joked, “There are so many red-heads down here in Hell, and Hades has been through them all.”

Sam rubbed at his chest, huffing gently. “Like…Through them, through them?”

Elva shrugged. “He’s a sexual being. Of course he’s fucked them all.”

Sam grunted, looking at her and down the hallway he supposed she came from. When she reached up to swipe the hair from her face, Sam took note of the chain bracelets. Anger simmered in the pit of his stomach and he found himself asking, “Has he touched you?”

Elva turned to him and snorted. “I would hope not. He is my uncle.”

Sam, ignoring the way his stomach settled way too quickly from her response, lifted an eyebrow. “We’re talking about Greek mythology here. Zeus literally married and fucked his own sister.”

“Yes, well, the Hades I know isn’t as demented.”

Sam continued to stare at the chains. Whether Elva noticed his gaze or not, she didn’t comment. Was she a slave? She acted way too casual around him, around the palace, around Hades himself. He didn’t order her around, nor did he attach a leash between the rings of metal. Besides, slaves weren’t usually given a sword and an opportunity to speak.

“Where were you heading?” Elva asked, following him down the hallway as he continued on.

Sam lifted the candle higher, checking the ceilings for spider-webs or loose demons. Banishing demons from his mind, Sam focused on the spider-web portion of his worries. Would Shortcake’s message get back to Peter? How much time had passed from the portal to now?

At least Sam knows Peter will keep Alpine fed. And when he, Shortcake, and Bucky aren’t home soon, Peter will contact Margot, Berenice, and Thor immediately.

“I was just getting to know my surroundings.”

Elva hummed, unconvinced. “You won’t find an escape route, you know. There are tunnels underneath this palace even I wouldn’t dare map.”

“Good to know.” He didn’t pay her a glance as he spoke. He could feel her beside him, anyway. Her golden hair bounced and her leathers made the barest of noise. It was the sword at her hip that clanged each time the steel locket of the scabbard hit her belt. As if noticing it, Elva placed her hand on the sword’s pommel, holding it still.

“Why aren’t your friends with you?”

Sam turned into another hallway, nearly barreling into Elva as she stepped in front of him. He glanced down at her, noticing her close proximity, meeting her eyes.

Those red, red eyes.

Was she a vampire? She was an Immortal, but her teeth were normal. Plus, she hadn’t tried sinking her teeth into his neck yet. Everything else about her screamed soldier. A woman who took pleasure in wielding that sword, and driving it through flesh.

“You are staring.”

Sam flushed, and cleared his throat. “Sorry. I’ve never met anyone with such interesting eyes.”

Elva gave him a small, downward smile. “A backhanded compliment.”

Sam quickly recovered, “I’ve never met anyone with red eyes.”

“Oh? You’ve never met a Blood Elementalist?”

“Up until a few months ago, I hadn’t realized I met an Earth one.”

“Ah,” Elva sighed. “I guess there’s an explanation. Elementalists of all kinds have gone into hiding more recently. Demons prowl your human lands more often than you think.”

Sam shuddered. “Don’t remind me.” Then, playing it casual by continuing down the hallway, he asked, “What is it that a Blood Elementalist like you can do?”

Elva followed him, her expression one of subdued displeasure. “I have not been able to wield my powers for seven hundred years.”

That made Sam halt his steps. “Seven hundred?”

She raised her wrists.

Sam clenched his jaw tight. Looking across both sides of the hallway, he stepped forward and silently declared, “If I find a way out of here…come with us.”

Elva studied his face slowly, her fiery eyes moving from left to right and downward. Scrunching her eyebrows, Elva asked, “What is it that you’re thinking?”

“That Hades has you trapped here, restraining your power, and forcing you to be his right-hand.”

Elva shook her head, as if his words were intrusive. “Hades is not my captor. His father was.”

“He hasn’t released you—”

“Because he cannot.”

Sam waited, taking the time to study her face as well. Her creamy skin was the slightest bit tanned, her lips were more pink than red, and her neck contained one mole—one brown mole that rightfully disturbed the expanse of clear skin.

“I am the offspring of the current Poseidon and a Blood Elementalist. Therefore, I am his niece. But Hades’s father had not yet been killed, and he is the one who enslaved me for daring to point a sword at him. He did not order the Fates to curse me—they did it themselves.”

Sam rolled it over in his head as quickly as he could. If he didn’t solve the order of those words in the next five seconds with Elva staring directly into his soul, he might never recover.

This current Hades had a father, but he was not the brother of the current Poseidon.

This current Hades is related to the current Poseidon. They’re brothers. Without the same father?

Elva is Poseidon’s daughter. Hades is her uncle.

One more time—

“Did you think I was his slave?”

Sam’s lips thinned as he blushed. “In all honesty, I could have thought worse.”

Elva’s lips twitched in amusement, and her red eyes flashed gold for a quick second. But Sam caught it, and he swore the flecks resembled confetti.

Elva turned, looking over her shoulder as she instructed, “Follow me, Birdling. If you want to know the palace, then the palace shall know you.”

Armed with his makeshift knife and a permanent embarrassed pit in his stomach, Sam did as he was told.

~

     “Oh! He could be exploring the catacombs! Or the Styx—everyone wants to see the Styx! Maybe the Prison of Demons—”

Bucky choked on a breath. “Sam’s an idiot but he’s not that much of an idiot to willingly go there.”

Bucky’s right. Sam wouldn’t stray too far without knowing how to return to his room. And when Bucky calls him an idiot, it’s more a term of endearment than anything else.

But this.

Sam was a complete idiot for this.

“I think we’ll stick with the places closest to his room, Wenrel. Thank you,” you said softly, smiling at the water sprite ahead of you. She had leapt from your shoulder a while ago and has been skipping along the red carpet of the hallway instead, guiding you and Bucky. Bucky made sure to keep his steps in time with yours, especially when Wenrel whipped around once and Bucky nearly stepped on her.

“The library is close by! But Maxwell’s probably down there sulking and he’s no fun when he’s sulking.”

“Sulking over what?” Bucky asked.

“I don’t know this time. He usually tells me everything.”

“You and Maxwell are friends?”

Wenrel nodded, and hopped onto the nearest stair railing. “He’s my bestest friend!” And with that, she slid all the way to the bottom.

“She’s really cute,” Bucky whispered to you as he watched Wenrel flip and land on a table against the wall. But the water sprite proved to have way more advanced hearing than you thought.

“Don’t call me cute!” Wenrel ordered before you even had the chance to respond to Bucky.

Bucky’s cheeks reddened. “Sorry.”

“I know my size is cute and I sound high-pitched, but I was once her size!” She wagged a tiny finger toward you.

“Then…Why are you—”

“Tiny?” Wenrel finished. “It all ties back to those damned Fates! I was a full-sized water nymph, but when I refused Poseidon's advances, he asked the Fates to place a curse on me so no man could ever touch me again!”

“Poseidon?” Bucky stuttered, amazed.

“Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, yes. Before your time, before Maxwell’s, before my Hades even took the throne.”

My Hades.

Wenrel huffed, swiping at her face. Her hand looked as if it touched real skin however, as if she was truly tangible. She ringed her arm back and gathered her floating hair into a ponytail, holding it tight over her shoulder. “I’m going to Maxwell in the library. Maybe Sammy’s there. You’re welcome to follow.”

Wenrel hopped to the floor and ran down the hall, her elvish feet meeting the ground as if on lily pads.

Bucky scrunched his nose. “I think I offended her.”

“I think you did.”

Bucky snorted, wiping his face with his metal hand. “Do you want to follow her?”

You shrugged. “Sam loves libraries, but he loves mystery more.”

“Books contain mystery.”

“Not the kind he can find on his own trail.”

You and Bucky traveled through the palace on light feet, studying your surroundings and joking along the way.

Can’t Hades choose one damn theme?

I think the theme is Gothic-chic. Or medieval.

To very distinct things, Goddess.

And—

The night crew look happy. How many rooms do you think the palace has?

…Thirty.

Wha—? Buckingham Palace has 52 bedrooms alone, James!

It was a rough estimate.

Which led to the conversation you were having now as you pointed out yet another bedroom during the tour. “I think that’s twenty so far. And we haven’t even climbed down a flight of stairs.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes. He had turned the safety back on his gun and was currently twirling it around his metal fingers. “Whatever. You think they’re occupied?”

“Dare you to knock.”

“And come face to face with Apollo himself? You dream, Shortcake.”

You squinted, smiling as you bit down on your bottom lip. “Does Apollo get it going for you?”

“You know what gets me going,” Bucky mumbled, still not meeting your gaze.

Something greedy swooped in your stomach. What in the world was happening? It took you six months to even want to try something serious with Bucky, six months of casual flirting that led nowhere, six months of guilt and shame.

Every time you had thought of Bucky in a certain way, guilt only grew. And not because it was some kind of betrayal to Ari—because it totally wasn’t—but because you still hadn’t found a heartbeat. Neither Sam or Bucky have mentioned it, but Peter has.

The two of you had been watching television together, relaxed in the quiet space, when Peter turned to you with a scrunched forehead and a stunted breath. He listened, listened, and realized.

Sam couldn’t possibly know, but Bucky? Can’t his advanced hearing pick it up?

So whenever these feelings of pure, unadulterated lust came rushing, you felt shameful that it would lead nowhere emotionally. You feel deeply for Bucky. Of course you do. What you felt for Ari was endless, and what you currently feel for Bucky is ethereal.

“I don’t know much,” you commented, scanning your surroundings to avoid looking Bucky in the eye.

“Mm,” Bucky hummed. He stored his gun back into his belt when a group of night servants turned down the hallway. They all gave you kind smiles, some even verbally greeting you. All you could manage was a small wave. Once they were out of earshot, Bucky said, “One night surely isn’t enough to know what I like, is it?”

Even if you had never seen it before, it was obvious the bright light coming from the giant, cracked open doors hinted at the library. Doors from floor to ceiling, heavy and intimidating. They were entirely black except for the elaborate gold art depicting two women, heads bowed and facing each other. You could hear low voices from within, probably Maxwell and Wenrel.

You snorted softly, chuckling afterward. “Your game is a little weak there, James.”

The air is knocked from your lungs when your back hits the wall. Bucky’s metal hand cradled the back of your head, a shield, perhaps the one place he protects now from unconscious instinct.

“Shortcake…Goddess,” Bucky breathed, his lips parting near your neck. Hot air immediately incited goosebumps along your skin. “What do you want me to do?”

“Huh?” Your voice was nearly high-pitched, embarrassing. Bucky Barnes had never shoved you against a wall before. He shoved you into a mattress—but a wall with his thigh between yours, his flesh hand squeezing your waist? This was the tension the two of you should have explored before jumping into bed together. Tension Bucky Barnes had decided he wanted to start now, in Hell, in the middle of a damn hallway.

“What—” He squeezed your waist tighter, lips now hovering dangerously close to where your pulse should be. Gently, he bit down. “Do you want me to do to you?”

The whimper you released was involuntary. Your hips moved on their own accord, making you grind down on the muscle of his thigh. Bucky chuckled deeply and glanced down, watching the way that made you grind again.

“I—” you choked. Bucky licked the area of your neck he bit, then kissed it.

“Don’t think for one minute that I haven’t thought about your legs around my waist again. Or those hands on my body. Or your taste, your noises, your tight, wet—”

“Bucky…”

“Hmm?”

Dragging your hands up his neck, you gripped the hair at the base and pulled him back. Meeting his eyes, you whispered, “I don’t know what I want right now.”

Bucky stilled, a low groan caught in his throat. If you didn’t know any better, you would say Bucky was disappointed. But it’s a groan laced with desire, desire that had been brewing for months, and was no way judgmental.

And before you could explain to Bucky you meant that you didn’t know what you wanted right now, the answer to his question, Bucky extracted himself from you. The loss of his heat almost made you cry out.

“Okay,” Bucky sighed, a smirk on his lovely face. “But Goddess, know this. When you do know, it better include me behind you, in front of a mirror, so you can never unsee it.”

Then he turned, the half bun on his head bouncing with each step.

~

    Maxwell’s eyes were burning. Words upon words flooded his sore vision, their meanings compounded. In fact, he may have forgotten how to form words altogether. These were letters. Pure, meaningless letters.

In his past life, when the threat of death was a mere fact of life itself, he had worked as a printer. Conducting research, drawing, bookkeeping. This type of work was not foreign, but it was time-consuming. It was kind of shitty for Hades to not offer him a different role down here, but Maxwell always had a knack for changing dirt into gold.

As for what he was currently researching… Well, he tried not to let the lack of information discourage him.

Infertility was not a grave issue amongst the Gods. Every book he had opened told him just that, that it wasn’t much of a problem at all. Practically nonexistent.

So that posed the question: How were the Fates able to curse a God with it?

The books didn’t reveal much. Stories about Gods themselves who cursed humans, but not vice versa. Nor did any God curse another God with it. Maxwell would argue, however, that Athena basically cursed Medusa out of disgusting jealousy.

One thing was a repetitive occurrence in his reading. All Gods were tied to life and death—the ability to create life, and the ability to incite death. So Maxwell’s only theory is that your powers already fulfill its use. With a flick of your wrist, you create life. With the same flick, you take it away.

To reverse a curse would be to enlist the expertise of someone who had way more experience with curses than he.

Maxwell raised his eyes from the book in front of him, focusing on the wall as he also strained his ears. His lips twitched in response, and he prepared himself as the footsteps grew closer. He waited, waited—

“Throw it, Darling, and we’ll see what happens when you ruin my eyeliner.”

Wenrel released a loud hmpf as she collected her waterball back within herself. She stomped her little feet across the tables until she came upon his. Sidestepping the books and all his half-eaten pastries, she sat on the only empty plate available.

Maxwell raised his teacup to his mouth as Wenrel complained, “I can’t seem to ever sneak up on you. It isn’t fair.”

“I can hear you splashing from a mile away.”

“Liar.”

He doesn’t tell Wenrel she’ll most likely never sneak up on him, that for some odd reason, he can feel her presence in any room in the palace.

“How does the new skin feel?” she asked, picking at the strawberry tart Maxwell had only bit into once. She popped a few crumbs into her mouth.

Maxwell shrugged. “Fifty years I lived with that shit. Now I can’t remember the feeling at all.”

He won’t miss it. He did not miss the spikes protruding from his skin, skin that was both his and not. Not for one second did he miss it. He doesn’t miss being mistaken for a goblin, or a demon, or a nymph. He doesn’t miss countless lovers avoiding his arms or his shins, his hands and his stomach.

His curse was lifted. Now he vowed to help his Goddess with hers.

“That sounds lovely.”

“It is.” Then with a frown, Maxwell continued, “I haven’t found anything yet, Darling. I’m sorry.”

Ever since Hades assigned him this job, he’s been trying to find a reversal for Wenrel’s curse too. He had met her when she was already this size. He had taken one look at her and sighed, enveloped in her, in whatever she was. They clicked, everything clicked, and they’ve been friends ever since.

Perhaps his only friend.

Wenrel sighed, crossing her legs and leaning back on one elbow. She continued to eat crumbs. “Don’t apologize. I doubt I’ll ever be myself again.”

“I didn’t think I would, and now look at me.”

“You’re the same ol’ Maxwell to me,” she said, smiling. But that smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.  “So…How’s Titiana?”

Maxwell rolled his eyes at the change in subject. “Not seeing her anymore.”

“Of course you’re not.”

“She went back to her husband.”

Wenrel yelped, finally throwing that waterball at his shoulder. It splashed lightly, droplets wetting his left cheek. “Scoundrel!”

“The one and only.” Another waterball. “Hey—She was the one who cheated!”

“You encouraged it!”

“Darling, if you would have seen the way her mouth wrapped around my—”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll tell Hades you held me over a flame.” He immediately shut his mouth. Wenrel was like a daughter to Hades, and Gods help any man who crossed her. “Good boy.”

Maxwell grumbled, shifting in his chair. She always called him that, and it did things to him. Things that shouldn’t be happening. “Don’t call me that.”

Wenrel scoffed, “Don’t make everything so sexual.”

He brushed off the comment. Instead, he looked down at the book laid open in front of him. He couldn't remember what he was reading before Wenrel interrupted. “I’ll keep looking, Wen. I’ve just added our new resident Goddess’s favor to the list, so.”

“Ah. The infertility curse.”

Maxwell nodded. “Bruce Banner’s medical examination showed no internal damage. The curse is the blockage. Break the curse, break the blockage.”

“Curses. Our most annoying foes,” Wenrel fussed, crossing her arms.

“And you? When we break your curse—” Because there was no if, “Will you miss being like this?”

She looked at him, shaking her head, persistent. “No. I miss when people could touch me. And I them.”

Maxwell flinched as she said it. He always bragged about his exploits, about the amount of skin people allowed him to touch, to lick, to explore. To live without such a touch, such a beautiful shared thing, was quite unimaginable. Sure, Wenrel can touch others—to hang onto them, to hit them, to shoot them with waterballs. But she couldn’t touch them. And yet, Wenrel has been living without it for several hundred years. He’s never asked her if she was intimately touched before. The thought always made him…protective.

He opened his mouth, about to lift the conversation and steer it back to something less serious, when voices interrupted his thoughts. He and Wenrel snapped their necks in opposite directions. Only to find his Goddess and the Winter Soldier entering the library from the entrance, and Sam and Elva entering from the back rooms.

~

    “Are you kidding me, Samuel?” Bucky scolded, extending his arms out in that obvious what the fuck motion. You giggled next to him.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Uh-oh. My full name.”

“You’re damn right I’m using your full name. What the hell were you thinking about leaving your room to wander around alone without backup?”

Elva tilted her head, confused. “He was not alone. I was with him.”

Bucky tried his best to smile at her. “No offense, but you could have killed him.”

You interrupted, gripping Bucky’s shoulder in a silent order to stop talking. “Or you could have stumbled across something dangerous, Sam.”

“All I found were paintings and Elva. And I haven’t even explored every floor of this place yet.”

Bucky nodded, agreeing with Sam’s statement the backhanded way. “Not tonight you won’t.”

“Getting a little up my ass there, Buck.”

“I don’t want to be anywhere near your ass, Sam.”

Maxwell threw his arms in the air, Wenrel now on his left shoulder. She conducted the same motion with her own arms. “Welcome, all! To the Underworld library.”

Bucky fumed quietly, the rage building in his stomach. Sam could have gotten hurt. Whether he found Elva and she proved innocent or not, he could have gotten hurt. The very thing that almost took Sam away from him could have easily found him again tonight. Bucky turned and pointed directly at Maxwell. “And this fucker—“

“Woah! Woah! Okay,” you announced, stepping in the middle of the tiny square everybody had created. “Let’s all calm down.”

“Mr. Let me abandon the humans during dinner with fucking Hades over here!” Bucky continued, ignoring your squinted eyes.

“He told me to get started on research. I skipped on his orders,” Maxwell explained.

You gave Maxwell a small smile.

No. Nope. Maxwell shouldn’t be getting any of your smiles. And the fucker eats them up too, like he can’t get enough of them. “A knock on our doors to apologize and say goodnight would have been appreciated,” you told Maxwell.

Before Bucky could intervene, Maxwell responded, “Didn’t know you wanted me to tuck you in, Mother Earth.”

Wenrel giggled, pulling at Maxwell’s detached earlobe. “She is the Earth’s mother, and you’re flirting with her?”

“Like I haven’t flirted with other Gods and Goddesses before.”

“Trust me, Maxwell. We know,” Elva shot, looking disgusted. “We share a bedroom wall.”

Sam raised a hand, looking up at the massive bookcases that towered over everyone’s heads. Bucky hadn’t had a chance to marvel at the wondrous supply of reading material because of how heated he was, but he could spare a second.

White and black bookcases housing books with spines of all colors, all titles, all sizes. Perhaps a thirty-foot tall room, the ladders attached to the stacks were half of that. Some books were scattered and randomly placed on the desks, as if the librarians only worked at certain hours. Or maybe this was the purpose. The more cluttered a library looked, the more used it seemed to be.

But then that would make searching for certain titles an absolute nightmare.

Sam asked, “Can I get a tour of the library?”

“Can you get it in the morning?” Bucky countered.

“Okay!" you exclaimed, holding your arms up as a signal. “Sam, it’s the first night. James will not let me go to bed unless you follow us out. Maxwell, keep flirting. It helps my ego. James, you know I’ll help you drag him out by the ears, so don’t stress.”

Sam shook his head. “Nuh-uh. Not until Bucky apologizes to Elva for assuming she would outright kill me.”

“Anybody here can outright kill us,” you tried to reason.

“Yet, Elva’s been nothing but kind to us.”

Elva turned to Sam, an angry expression across her blushed face. “I do not need his apology.”

“Fuck shit, you’re getting it. Buck—“

“I’m sorry,” Bucky quickly obliged. Annoyance flashed through his eyes, but his apology was sincere. Bucky didn’t mean to villainize her. Especially since people still look at him and see a cold-blooded killer. “I’m just angry at the bird.”

Elva glared Bucky down, but her expression only lasted so long before Sam conceded to Bucky’s demands.

“I didn’t travel far,” Sam grumbled, bumping both your and Bucky’s shoulder when he passed in between. Without looking back, Sam called out, “I’ll share my location next time!”

“In Hell?” Bucky watched Sam go, shame immediately poisoning his veins. He didn’t mean to treat him like a child. But when either Bucky or Sam scold another, especially one another, it was exactly that.

“He should…he should be scared, no? He was the one ripped apart by a demon. He was the one who blasted in and needed to protect me from the portal. What is going on with him?” Bucky asked you, ignoring Maxwell’s soft goodnight behind him. “Curiosity killed the cat.”

You hummed, and took Bucky’s metal hand as you walked alongside him. “But satisfaction brought him back.”

~

   They weren’t home.

After his comment last night, Peter Parker fully expected the two lovebirds to book a hotel room and go at it. They could have left a note or a text, but it’s whatever.

But Sam? Sam didn’t mention going out last night, nor did he shoot Peter a text telling him to not wait up. Peter had just arrived back to the apartment with a very hungry Alpine clawing at his work boots. After feeding her, he found Sam’s bed still made and Bucky’s room empty. He found nothing in the apartment next door either.

“Sam?” Peter tried again, but it was pointless. He’d hear Sam’s heartbeat if he was anywhere near the apartment at least.

Peter busied himself with mail, breakfast, and TV before finally deciding to call. When Sam’s voicemail greeted him, he tried again. And again. And again. Then he called Margot, Sam’s personal assistant, but she hadn’t heard from him. She promised to track him down, but Peter was only half listening.

Something felt wrong. He could crawl along the side of every hotel building and peek into the windows in hopes of finding the whereabouts of at least two of his friends, but that would scar him for life. Plus, it felt a bit stalkerish.

It hasn’t even been a full day. Probably only twelve hours. Waiting a little bit longer could prove smart. Sam could walk into the apartment right now.

Yeah.

He’ll wait a little bit longer.

~

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REQUESTED - Why?

Request: tony is reader’s father and some angst? Bucky and reader a little conection but not fallen in love just like ‘hey i kind of feel confortable around you’. bye - Anon

Pairing: FATHER!Tony Stark X Reader X Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 5,377(got carried away, sorry)

Warning: Cursing(why do I even warn), Angst(I’m bad at it), fluff(?), Self-doubting, Parents Issues, drunk driving(DON’T DO THAT, IT’S STUPID)

(A/N): I’ve noticed that all the requests I take are Anon, am I scary? Oh well, thank you for requesting this! Btw, no, I did not write a Valentine’s Day one-shot, SORRY I WILL

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You looked around the celebration party, searching for one of your parents or even Pepper, but you sighed in disappointment and drank more of your champagne alone in the table you were supposed to be with your family.

When you heard your name being called, you let down the glass and got up, putting a fake smile on your face and trying not to fall of your high heels.

“Thanks, everyone.” You laughed; all of them had chosen you to do the last speech. You hoped that one of your parents would have come to see you graduate on college, but that didn’t happened. “Wow, we survived! Look at that!” The laughs made you win a little bit more of confidence “I know I- We should be thanking to someone, but hey, we were the ones to lost nights of sleep to study, we were to gain back pains for sleeping crawled on the books, we were the ones to gain this.” You saw wide smiles and that gave you the courage to continue; “Because of that, I say ‘Thank to ourselves’! We gained! We deserved it”

The claps and cheers made you wave and get down of the platform and head straight to the exit, not without grabbing a bottle of some drink that your friend from the bar handed you with a pity look on his face.

“For you to feel better, Y/N.” You gave him a fake grin and entered your car, taking the stupid hat off and banging the wheel.

You sighed and rested your forehead on it, trying to think into an excuse for them.

Pepper… Ok, Pepper didn’t have any excuses for not showing up, she was the one to help you get dressed and to prepare your speech – the one you dismissed right when you saw it wouldn’t make any sense to thank your parents, since they weren’t there – and the one to help you send a flight ticket and an invitation to your mother.

Your mother… Well, what did you expected from a woman that threw you for the men she claimed to be your father, because you were giving her trouble, even though you were only 12 and just asked her for more books, so you could study.

And than, there was your father; Tony Stark. He didn’t need one, Tony just didn’t want to be seen with you.

You grabbed your phone and called to Pepper, hoping that she would just give you an “I’m so sorry, the earth is being attacked by aliens again and I’m helping you father to keep people safe”. When she answered the calling, you could feel how tense she was.

“Hey, Y/N… Everything ok?”

“Hm, yeah. Why didn’t you come?” You didn’t want to sound so… heartbroken. So sad and vulnerable.

“I’m sorry, honey…” She sighed, Pepper really wanted to go and watch you graduate, especially because you were so excited with the thought of Tony finally being proud of you and with your mother showing up to one of your deeds. “I won’t lie to you… Your father ordered me not to go. I’m sorry, I really wanted to go…”

You felt your heart sink as you stood in silence; you hummed, knowing why he said that.

“I don’t know why I expected you to go, sorry, Mrs. Potts. You didn’t had the obligation to see me.” Pepper felt like someone punched her on her stomach, your apathetic voice broke her heart, because she knew that this was important to you and because of how you called her.

She loved you like a daughter, she was there to help you with your homework – even if you didn’t actually need any help -, she was there to hug you when you ran to her room because of a nightmare, she was there when you would be crying your lungs out because your father wouldn’t have appeared to your contests or birthdays.

She was always there.

“Y/N…”

“I have to go now.” That was the only thing you said before turning off your phone and opening the bottle of Vodka, you knew it was stupid to drink and drive, but you were broken, you felt alone and disappointed. There was this horrible feeling in your chest, it felt like invisible claws were ripping your heart and lungs out.

You were crying.

Crying and drinking.

The streets passed like blur as you drove by, occasionally taking big gulps of the drink, at least you weren’t running and the road was free. You stopped in front of the Avenger’s Tower and got out of the car, kicking your high heels on the street.

You looked up to the building, an almost empty bottle of Vodka on one hand and the phone with the other. That was how Bucky found you when he was returning from his jog, your makeup blurred and with darkened eyes.

“Can I help you?” He asked after watching you for a couple minutes, thinking you would walk out of something like that, but you just stood in there, watching the tower.

When you turned your gaze at him, he felt like he had lost all of the air from his lungs.

“Is my father in there? Tony Stark.” You asked, clearly drunk.

Bucky thought you were lying, well, how could he not think of that? You groaned and took your gown off, throwing it on the ground and staying in your black short dress.

“Where do you live? I’ll take you there, since you’re not in condition to drive.” You giggled without humor, grabbing your phone and walking towards the door, it needed a code to enter, but you just called out for FRIDAY.

“FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Mrs. Stark?” The robotic voice answered, for Bucky’s surprise.

“Will my code work here?”

“Yes, it will, Mrs. Stark.” You mumbled a ‘thank you’ and used your code to enter the tower, being followed by a confused Soldier.

Stark had never told anyone about you, you entered the lift and checked Bucky again, recognizing him from footage and Wikipedia.

“James Buchanan Barnes, could you please press the button to the floor that Stark, currently, is?” He wanted to laugh by how polite and sober you sounded, even though it was obvious to him that you were drunk.

“Sure, Doll.” You sighed and rested your back on the cold wall of the elevator, closing your eyes and leading the bottle to your mouth, drinking a few gulps of it.

Bucky watched as you dried all of the content of the bottle and looked at him, feeling too drunk to be ashamed.

“Did you want a gulp?” You asked and he chuckled, denying with his head and explaining

“I can’t get drunk.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. Then, what do you do when you want to forget your problems?” There was only a couple of floors left before you could face the men that you had been living with for 9 years, by now.

“I run.”

“You run from your problems?” He laughed of your confused expression and you poker up your lower lip and frowned your brows in frustration because of his laugh. Was it too much for ask to be taken seriously?

“No, Princess. I mean I run, I jog.” You studied him again and he couldn’t help but to feel like the lift was taking too long.

He was aware of your eyes on his body and that you were on a small dress and he was trying really hard not to look at your legs.

“What was the problem?”

“Pardon?” Bucky frowned his brows in confusion

“You were going back from a jog when you found me. You’re wearing running clothes and you are already sweaty. What’s the problem bothering you?” He was surprised by how you could notice those things, especially when you were drunk. “And don’t worry about me telling someone, I’ll probably forget in the morning.”

Bucky thought about that, he would have said it, if the doors didn’t open and the laughs didn’t brought you back to your disappointed self.

“Well, maybe another time.” You took a deep breath and walked to the sound with Bucky behind you.

“Hey, Bucky. Who is this?” Steve asked, looking confused at you

“Hello, Mr. Rogers. I’m Y/N Stark, not that he would tell any of you.” Everyone looked at a tense Tony, as soon as he heard your voice, his eyes widened.

He got up and turned to you, frowning his brows by your figure.

“What are you doing here?” The team felt surprised when he didn’t deny.

“Not going to congratulate me, Mr. Stark?” You laughed, starting to walk around the living room in slow and – incredibly – precise steps “You know for what, right? Of course you do!” The chuckled escaped your mouth and you walked past Sam “You told Pepper not to go!”

“Tony, we’ll give you two priva-”

“There’s no need for that, she’s leaving already.” He cut Steve and you laughed, starting to sob again.

“You know, I was wondering why she didn’t appear. I didn’t expect you to come – ok, that’s a lie. I did, because I thought that for once, you would be proud of me for doing something. I graduated college with honor, you know, the one you didn’t had to pay, because I entered with a scholarship!” You laughed victoriously “But no, you didn’t show up. I didn’t expect mom to show up, because, I mean, what to expect from a cheap whore, right?”

Tony locked his jaw, still confused with you like that

“The only one I expected to go was Pepper. And she would have! If you didn’t ordered her not to.” Natasha was looking from you to him, seeing similarities and thinking of how he was able to hide you from everyone and from the media “And then, I thought: Why would he do that to me? Why would he make me pass that alone? Why did I had to be alone on a table with three more empty sits? Why? What have I done to deserve that?” You were back to silently crying, your voice cracking and vulnerable. Bucky felt this need to hold you when he saw that dead sparkle in your eyes again. “Do you want to know, Mrs. Romanoff, why I had to go through this?”

“Huh… Yes?” She wasn’t expecting you to ask something to her, even a rhetorical question.

“Because if she was there, they would have connected me to her, then, they would connect her to him and him to me.” You mumbled, that same suffocating feeling returning “And he don’t want people to know that he has a daughter with a prostitute. I get you, Mr. Stark, I really do. But wow, what you did, it was really low. Even for you.”

“How did you get here?” He asked, trying to stop you from talking those painful things

“With a car.”

“You drove?!” He screamed, feeling his face become numb with the thought of you drunk and driving

“Is what you do with a car, right?” You laughed again before sighing “But I didn’t came here to talk about my pains. I came to warn you that I’m leaving. You won’t have to worry about the whore’s daughter, anymore. I’ll be finally like you want: gone.” His eyes widened and you turned on your heels

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t get a ticket, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You walked back to the elevator, pressing the button with Tony behind you

“You’re not driving like this!” Everyone back in the living room were looking at each other with shocked gazes, still not understanding what was going on

“Why would you care?!” you finally screamed back, turning to him and crying desperately “You never did! All of this time I’ve been alone without you caring about what I was doing! But again, I get you.” You were sobbing so hard that it was hard for you to breathe, “I’m a mistake! You didn’t want me, neither did she! I get it! But why? What did I do?”

He pressed his lips together and pulled you for a hug, you tugged to his shirt and cried as hard as you could, accepting the affection he was giving.

Your sobs were slowing down until you slept in his arms, too psychologically tired to remain awake.

Tony sighed and lifted you, walking towards the living room so he could get into one of the rooms. Every head turned at you two, the team looking to Tony waiting to answers, but he ignored them and entered an empty room, lying you on the bed and covering your body, as he did many times when you were younger and used to sleep on the library’s floor.

When he was getting up to get out of the place, you grabbed his wrist

“Dad?” You whispered half-asleep, opening your eyes with tears falling to the sides of them “I’m sorry for being born.” He sighed, still surprised that you could call him that, after all that time. It was the first time in six years; you got used to call him ‘Mr. Stark’.

“I’m not.” But you didn’t hear his soft whisper, since you were already asleep.

Tony leaned forward and kissed your forehead, wiping the makeup off of your cheeks and brushing your hair as best as he could without waking you up.

He gave a last sigh before returning to the living room, everyone whispering and confused.

“Tony… What the fuck just happened?” Natasha hissed as he grabbed a drink from the coffee table.

“What do you think just happened? We met his daughter.” Steve crossed his arms, giving Iron Man a coldly disapproved glance. “Unfortunately, not at a good time.”

“Don’t you dare point a finger at me, Captain.” He groaned back

“Tony, her thoughts…” Wanda said for the first time, denying with her head and clutching into her own chest as if she was in deep pain “What she said… She was thinking way worst.” Tony huffed, ignoring all the glances and pulling his own phone

“What are you doing?” Sam asked as he watched Tony walk towards de corridor to the lift, again.

“I’m going to call Pepper to warn her that our daughter is drunk and will be sleeping here, this night.” No one missed that he referred the woman as your mother. And, well, she loved you like a daughter and so did you love her as a mother, since she was your only love resource.

Bucky, who had been in silence ever since he got out of the lift with you, sighed and itched the back of his neck, trying to sneak out without being noticed, but Natasha caught him and narrowed her eyes

“Soldier, what did you notice about her from the time it took to get here?” He controlled a groan and shrugged his shoulders

“She’s smart, has an agent eye, likes to scan and read people, is polite and worry about the others.”

“That doesn’t sound a lot like a Tony’s daughter.” Everyone chuckled at Sam’s commentary

“I was surprised too, believe me.” All of them stood in silence, waiting for Tony’s return

“I’ll go home for Pepper, she needs me and I got to finish one project.” He said as he stood next to the couch, eyes on his phone

“And your daughter? She also seems to be needing you.” Clint said almost in an outrageous voice.

“She’s sleeping, what will I do?” That was the last thing he hissed before rushing to the lift to get out.

“What a punk.” Bucky chuckled at Steve’s murmur, finally heading to his room so he could take a shower and try to forget your figure. He had already taken too much from Tony; he didn’t want to even think about being interested on you, even though your intense eyes never left his mind.

You moaned in pain as you felt like an elephant was sitting on your head and that someone had opened it to place cracked, sharp pieces of glass in your brain.

“Fucking hell” Your whisper triggered FRIDAY to greet you good morning

“Hello, Mrs. Stark. It is six and a half of the morning, according to the body scan, you are feeling headaches and your eyes are light sensitive. I would suggest you to take a shower and take the pills from the top left shelf behind the bathroom’s mirror.”

“If you know I’m with a headache, why did you speak?” You groaned, siting and looking around, remembering the show you did in front of the Avengers last night.

Jesus Christ! Why didn’t I go somewhere else?

Your cheeks became hot with the thought of getting out and facing the super heroes that saw you drunk and crying.

You got up, heading to the bathroom after getting some clothes of the wardrobe: some jeans and a loose sweater, also not forgetting an underwear.

It wasn’t difficult to find the medicine after looking yourself on the mirror and seeing a complete mess, you took it before entering the shower and cleaning yourself; washing your hair and the makeup off your face.

Feeling like a new person, you got back to the room you slept, brushing your hair with your fingers and searching for the keys of your car, when you didn’t found them, you remembered that you had dropped them somewhere on the living room as you walked around it.

Letting a quiet huff get out, you make your way to the living room, steps so light that even the Avengers would have trouble in hearing it.

Crouching down next to the sofa, you began your search, cursing at yourself for not having just left the town without warning Tony.

“Need any help?” You froze when a deep voice drowned you out of your chase, getting back up only to face Bucky with two mugs of coffee on his hand

“Huh… Hi. I was searching for my keys.” The mumble got out as you felt your cheeks get red with the sight of The Winter Soldier in sweater pants that were dangerously hanging on his hips with a simple grey t-shirt.

He hummed in acknowledge as you continued your search, Buck was surprised with your normal soft voice and that you still looked amazingly beautiful without makeup and with basic clothes

“Coffee? I made an extra portion.” You peeked into his outstretched hand and thought about accepting it, but quick declined it as you remembered that you needed to get out of the town and away from Tony.

“Thank you, but I need to go. I just can’t find the damn keys.”

“Maybe one of them got it. You’ll have to wait for them to wake up.” Another groan slipped from you and you sighed, lifting your head again and smiling gently

“Then, I guess I’ll accept the coffee.”

Bucky couldn’t control the grin as he watched you sit awkwardly on the couch, waiting for him to sit too.

Handing you the mug, he took a sip, studying how you kept your eyes on the hot drink.

“So… You finished college.” He tried to start a conversation, your head snapped surprised at him and you gently smiled, nodding with your head and softly blowing before taking a sip

“Yes, last night was my… graduation.” Obviously you were ashamed of what you did “But you already knew that, since I cried right here about it. Jesus Christ” You couldn’t control the cringe, feeling that terrible sinking inside your stomach with the memory of you making a fool of yourself.

Bucky just giggled, shrugging his shoulders and flashing you with a comforting smile

“Don’t worry, until second thoughts the wrong one is your father.”

“He is not my father.” It didn’t take a wink for you to correct him, quickly clearing your throat and landing your eyes on your shoes as you took a sip, awkwardly looking around in silence.

“You didn’t seem to think that last night.” Natasha said as she walked through the living room, smiling at your embarrassment “I would introduce myself, but it seems that you already know me.”

“Who doesn’t know The Black Widow?” You mumbled, watching Sam and Wanda also enter the place.

“But, we don’t know you.” Steve smiled at you as Clint took a sit on the other couch.

Looking around, you saw that every Avenger waited for you to say something, taking a long gulp, you placed the mug on the coffee table

“Good morning… And if my drunk-memory is not wrong, I think I already introduced myself, Mr. Rogers.” He chuckled, nodding with his head as Natasha said without hesitating:

“I made some search and I got to admit, you are one hell of a smart thing.” The laughed escaped before you could lock it, Bucky loved that sound, smiling at you as you shrugged your shoulders

“What can I say? A weird, lonely and hyperactive kid got to entertain herself.” It didn’t take long for the conversation to start with all of them and without you even notice, you all were laughing and joking “I was wondering: did one of you grab my keys? I gotta’ run and pretend I didn’t act like a drunk spoiled prick in front of super heroes.” All of them laughed at your sentence.

“I did.” Your father’s voice made your face turn blank right away, something you always did when he was around, not showing any emotions. Getting up and turning on your heels, you faced Pepper and Tony; Your “mother-in-law” had red eyes and bags under them, making you notice she must have cried.

“Mr. Stark, could you please hand me my keys?” The Avengers looked surprised by your sudden change, a few seconds before that you were laughing and hitting Steve on his shoulder for something he said

“No.”

“Excuse me?” The ends of his lips curled upwards with the sight of your face falling, he hated to see that cold, emotionless side of yours. The one you would only use with him.

“I said: no.” Taking a deep breath, you tried to put an educated smile on your face, mentally asking yourself what you’ve done to deserve that as you hissed through your teeth:

“May I ask the fuck why?” Tony looked at Pepper on a faked surprised way, both of his brows arched and with his usual ‘can you believe this’ face, before turning his gaze back to you

“You were drunk-driving. I’m taking your car.” That made you laugh without humor

“Who do you think you are to get a car that, first of all, you didn’t pay, second of all: It isn’t yours?”

“I’m your father.” He huffed, making everyone look from you to him, expecting you to scream. But you weren’t drunk, you could act as your true – controlled – self.

“No you’re not. You donated me twenty-three chromosomes. It takes a lot more to be a father.” He narrowed his eyes and as Tony was about to speak, Pepper’s broke voice made through the place

“You’re leaving us?” Your face soften at the sight of Pepper curled behind Tony, using him as a shield.

“I’m leaving him, I would never leave my mom of heart.” She sobbed and you opened your arms as she ran to you, embracing her trembling figure “I love you, Pepps.” Bucky and Steve were the only one to hear it because of their super soldier hearing.

“I love you too, Y/N. I wished I could have seen you.”

“I know…”

“Well, I also know it. That’s why… I… I want to show you something.” Lifting your head to look at your father, you frowned your brows, giving one last squeeze on Pepper before letting her go

“I don’t want to see it. If you don’t hand me my keys, I’ll go on my foot.” Tony inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself down knowing that you wouldn’t let him scream and go unpunished.

“Stay, please.” That took you by surprise, because it was the first time he told you to stay and not to leave, and because he said ‘please’. “If… If you just listen to what I have to say… Even for just five minutes… I’ll let you go without saying anything.” Sighing, you sat back down next to Bucky, grabbing slightly his metal forearm.

The cold metal under the palm of your hand made you relax, his scent moved you closer to him, almost snuggling into his side.

Obviously, James didn’t miss it and placed his normal hand on top of yours, knowing that you needed support to not run away.

“Five minutes.” Tony cleared his throat and looked around the living room, seeing curious eyes. When he looked at the telepath, she smiled widely at him, wanting him to put his thoughts out to you.

“You… You told me last night that I didn’t want to be seen with you…”

“And did you?” He gulped before answering:

“Well… No.”

“Antony.” Pepper hissed as you shrugged closer to Bucky. You already knew that, but hearing him say that, made it more painful.

“But do you know why?”

“Because I’m the prostitute’s daughter.” It came so harsh that even Wanda got surprised, your eyes cold as steel, making your father deny quickly with his head

“Do you remember when… When I got caught on Afghanistan?” Of course you remember that, it was the worst time of your life. You were living with him for two years and than, he was taken away from you right when you both were starting to actually look like a family.

He would eat dinner with you, ask how was your day, what you learned, he would laugh at your bubbly talk on the table, he would invite you to his workshop so you could study and spend your time in there while he worked, it took him almost a whole year to be able to talk to you like that.

“How could I forget? When I went to see you with Pepper, you told me to stay away from you so nobody knew you had a daughter with a whore… With those exact words.”

Oh boy, it would be hard.

He cleared his throat once more and ignored everyone’s harsh cold glances

“I lied. I-… It wasn’t that I didn’t want that the whole world… Knew I had a daughter with a prostitute. I didn’t want the world to know because…” He couldn’t speak, not when you looked at him like that. With such confusion and skeptical look on your eyes, like it was impossible for him to love you.

“He was scared that you would get hurt because you are his daughter.” Wanda said for him, his five minutes were ending. “When he was held as a prisoner, he thought it could’ve been you. Stark thinks that because you’re his daughter, you could get hurt. Especially now that he’s an Avenger.” Everyone stood in silence, waiting for your response as you watched Tony sigh in relief and thank silently for Wanda being a Telepath and reading his thoughts.

“Bullshit.” Those were the only words that left your mouth, your father thought that your eyes would be softer and your face lighter, how it normally was when he wasn’t around. But it was cold and blank as it could ever be.

“What?”

“You heard me. Bullshit.” Finally getting up and starting to walk around the place, you started to hiss: “So you want me to believe that I had to go through a sad, lonely childhood because you cared about my safety? You want me to believe, that I passed nine fucking birthdays watching you on casinos through the TV, because you loved me? That you missed every deed and contest I ever participated because you didn’t want a fucking target on my back? Are you fucking serious?”

“Huh… Yes?” Laughing, you stared coldly at him, you were crying again, before you could say anything more, he gained courage from your tears “I loved you since the day you arrived with a book clutched to your chest. I loved you when you entered your first mechanics contest, the one you won the first place. I loved you when you stood to be the best of the class for your whole middle and high school. I loved you when you entered a college with scholarship, when you were called to work on an important project, when you graduated last night. I loved you when you appeared drunk in here saying those horrible things. I loved you when… When you told me I wasn’t your father and I will love you regardless you love me or not. I’ve been proud of you since day one and I’ll be since day last.” That was the first time they saw Tony in tears

“I’m sorry I made you go through this, but I can’t lose you. Not you.” Bucky was by your side when you almost collapsed to the floor, sobbing on the crock of his neck and hugging him so hard that if he wasn’t a super soldier, he would probably be choked. “I want to show you something.”

Sniffing, you nodded with your head, still hugging Bucky and sitting next to him and Steve on the couch.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark?”

“Please, transmit the CNN on the living room TV.” Everyone turned to the, now powered, television. Tony stood behind everyone with Pepper hugging him by his waist.

You didn’t know what you were expecting, but certainly it wasn’t a mini-toddler-you walking for the first time on the park. You saw yourself again, this time older – still a child, but not a toddler – with five years on your first spelling bee. Frowning your brows, you looked behind you only to see Tony smiling at the sight of you spelling ‘hippopotamus’, there was this admiration light that made you shiver and your heart pound. Blushing, you looked at Bucky, seeing a grin grow on his face with the image of you playing basketball and falling to the ground, only to quickly get up and start to run again.

You stood there, watching yourself grow up. The last scene was you on your last night table. It was painful to see you look around searching for someone and shifting between biting your fingernail and sipping to the champagne. Watching yourself get on the stage to do the speech, you saw a strong and independent woman saying that everything she gained, she did it without help. And you felt proud of her. Even though after that she cried in her car, you were still proud of her.

“This beautiful lady is Y/N Stark. She graduated yesterday and I couldn’t be more proud of her. I’ve watched her every step since she was two, but we only got to know each-other when she was nine. I regret many thing, and one of them is privatizing the world to know this amazing, now a strong independent woman.” Watching your father say that on the TV made your eyes teary again, clutching into Bucky for support, he started to draw circles with his thumb on your shoulder “She is my daughter and I’m not ashamed of it.”

“Your programed program is over, sir.” Watching the image fade, you stared at the screen, silent tears still running down your cheeks

“I’ve recorded this a week ago. I may have not been physically there, but I saw and cheered to everything. Every single conquer I watched through a screen, I don’t want to do that no more.” You still didn’t look at him, so he kneeled in front of you and grabbed your hand slowly, bringing it to his chest “I know that this doesn’t… Pay everything I said and made you feel, but… Can you forgive me?”

You couldn’t do anything less than jump into a hug, nodding with your head and hearing him sigh in pure relief. His shirt was soaked in tears and so was your hair, the team slowly backed away, letting you, Tony and Pepper alone.

“Still not going to give your keys back.”

“Dad!”

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Guarding Your Heart (Helmut Zemo x Reader)

Request: THE ENDING WAS PURRRRRFECT i'm gonna miss tfatws sm. I don't know if on the raft they allow inmates to be visited but let's imagine it: you visiting zemo for the first time since he was sent there, a little angst cuz you can't have skin-to-skin contact anymore but you two talk about some things and how life is going, if everything is okay 🥺🥺🥺 (by anonymous), [Marvel-Masterlist]

Summary: Inmate: Helmut Zemo. Accommodation: The Raft. Visitors: Generally prohibited. Exceptions: Maintaining a friendly relationship with an Avenger.

Words: 3,547

Warnings: angst, jail (is that a warning?), fluff, feels, my emotions, I didn’t use any pronouns!, TFATWS spoilers, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

Countless attempts from your side had been ignored. You were an average citizen. No superpower, no higher-up. Ordinary. It appeared that the Raft did not think highly of such people. Not when they proposed to visit an inmate. And definitely not when said inmate was the same Baron who broke out of a high security jail in Germany. But he was yours. His imprisonment in Europe had not been as restricted. For his sake, you had moved to the other end of the world. Simply so you could spend a bit of time together every day. Your old life had been completely abandoned. And for almost ten years, Germany had been your home. Until Sam & Bucky entered your lives once again. Though you started off on the wrong foot, this time around, you were more than grateful for their presence. Without them, especially without the former Winter Soldier, Helmut would still rot away in that tiny prison cell. Your time together had been adventurous. Often hazardous. Life threatening. In the end, you made it out alive. Coming back stronger than ever before.

It could have been a fairy tale. A long awaited fulfillment of a seemingly impossible dream. Were it not for the Wakandans crushing your reverie at the worst place imaginable. The Sokovian memorial. Where you held one of his clothed hands in both of yours. Shedding tears, remembering his old life. His wife. His son. You would never replace them. At the same time, you did not even intend to. His past was part of him & made him to the man you loved endlessly. Bucky did not receive your blame. Were you mad at him for handing Helmut over to the Wakandans? Absolutely. Then again, the super soldier was the reason why he was out of jail in the first place. It was a fine line between resentment & gratitude.

Luckily, throughout the various missions you had been a part of, you gained Sam’s trust. He took a liking in you & when he saw you struggling, he was eager to help. Obviously, the Raft yielded when the Captain America himself transmitted an inquiry. Only a few hours passed & you were on your way to Helmut’s current accommodation. A small jet that had been arranged just for you. In this instant, you did not feel average anymore. For a second, you experienced what it would feel like to live this kind of lifestyle. The one of a Baron. Why you were still unfamiliar with that even though your boyfriend was rich? Truthfully, you did not touch his money at all. It was his & when he did not have access to it while imprisoned, you did not dare using it either. Loyalty. Of course Zemo suggested utilization for you but you declined politely. After reasoning enough, he swore he fell even harder for you. The staunchness of you was remarkable.

It was bizarre. Entering the Raft with multiple workers circling you. You were told that these were the security measures that had to be met if someone wanted to visit an inmate. To you, it sounded like a poor excuse but you would not speak that thought out loud. Prisoners needed social contact. Physical contact could not be provided, that much you understood. But one would go insane without having the opportunity to see another human being that was not a guard working here.

Your body was a mess. Heart hammering at your chest with such a force, you believed it would burst any second. Irregular breaths left your lips. Trembling hands fiddled with each other in order to prevent others from noticing. Weak knees that threatened to no longer stabilize your body weight with each step you took forward. To bystanders, you probably appeared as a put-together person. On the inside, there was chaos. Nothing but chaos. How would you react? How would he react? Would you have privacy? An audience? Observers? Innumerable questions flooded your mind. Seemingly, having only one purpose. To drown you. To drown every bit of you. But you would not succumb that easily. You were so close to where you wanted to be. The fight could not end now. Disappointment would cloud you. More importantly, it would cloud him.

Four guards. It took four guards to guide you through the facility. To your surprise, the insides radiated a calm, almost content atmosphere. The walk lasted an eternity. At least, that was what it felt like. Your Helmut occupied a cell at the very end of the building. No explanation had been given to you as to why they decided to accommodate him there. Maybe, with Sam’s assistance, you could change his quarters & move it further up to the entrance. That way, if you visited again, you would not have to waltz through every narrow hallway. Listening to the whimpers of some inmates. The screams. The bashing. The…pain. There was only one person here who you were familiar with. Helmut. The others? You had no idea what crimes they implemented to end up at a place as dark as this.

“He’s at the end of that corridor.” one of the guards motioned for the others to leave you alone. His hand gestured to a tall white door that had a small built-in window. Your sight was obstructed by the frosted glass of it.

“Will you join me?” you questioned, wanting to prepare for it if he had to accompany you.

“Generally, yes.” he breathed out, putting his hands in the pockets of his uniform. Then, he sighed quietly & eyed you once more. “But since it was requested you speak to him alone, I’ll leave you be.”

“Whose request was that?” your eyebrows furrowed. The Raft was not an institution for exceptions. At first, the mere thought of getting to see Helmut again was an impossibility.

“Captain America’s.” he stated monotonously. The way his face scrunched up made it obvious that he was less than pleased about this decision. As soon as you were out of here, you had to call Sam & thank him for making this feasible.

“Oh.” it was all you could muster at the moment. There was an overwhelming feeling you had to handle. And it was not exactly one of your specialties.

“The door is unlocked. Walk down the hallway & the cell will come into view. If something happens, there’s an emergency button that should be operated whe-“ you stopped him during his speech.

“Thanks for your concern but I’ll be just fine.” a genuine smile formed on your face. The guard nodded at you, still slightly uncertain, & turned around without another word. Letting the uncomfortable silence envelop you. Your legs were frozen in place, preventing you from running to him. Maybe it was the thought of having to say goodbye again. As wonderful as it was that you were allowed to visit him, the concept of abandoning him broke your heart. The difference between the jail in Germany & this one was that you could not linger close by. The trip lasted for a while. Daily visitations were out of the question.

Slow but steady steps moved you over to the door. A hand raised to the doorknob. The coldness of it grounded you the slightest bit. You had to take a few deep breaths, just like he had instructed you multiple times before, in order to reduce the fast, almost unhealthy pace of your beating heart. Your hand twisted the doorknob to one side & when you heard the lock click, you pushed the door open with your entire body weight. Otherwise, you would have been too weak to do so. Bright lights had you squint your eyes. A hand was used as a shield to block most of the luminosity. When your eyes adjusted to the different setting, you straightened your back & brushed non-existent dust from your clothes. This motion gave you something to do with your hands. It was a much needed distraction. You held your head high, looking straight forward to the very end of the corridor. At the sides, the walls were painted bright white. Almost too bright for your liking. It resembled a hospital & you had never enjoyed them. The consistency of it was broken with the glass wall you were staring at. The one which was straight ahead. His cell, you figured. But there was no silhouette you could make out. Considering the size, you should have noticed him already. But he was not there. So you no longer moved in slow motion but jogged over to the pane.

Fast footsteps echoed in Helmut’s ears. Time was fluid in a jail like that. But it had not been long since a guard brought him breakfast. Whoever visited him now, it seemed to be urgent on the basis of the fast pace they approached. He scooted closer to the frigid wall behind his bed. Something he did to mess with the employees here. At least it gave him something to do. Besides reading tons of books & listening to the radio that had been prepared for him. That was luxurious enough for an inmate. All of a sudden, it was silent. Too quiet for his liking. The next thing he heard was music to his ears.

“Helmut?” your broken voice whispered & filled the room. Was he turning hallucinational? Nobody would blame him in a place like this. But not even his imagination could recall your softness so perfectly. He stood up, carefully, & widened his eyes at the sight of you. There you were, on the other side of the transparent wall. Separating the outside world from the box he found himself in.

“(Y/N)? You’re here.” no time was wasted. Helmut dragged his body as close to yours as his cell allowed him to. One of his hands touched the smooth surface & you mimicked his actions. There were tears threatening to escape but you tried everything to keep them locked inside. “Don’t cry.” the volume of his voice had lowered. Nobody could listen to you in here but it almost felt illicit to talk at a normal volume.

“I’m sorry.” you chuckled shortly, your free hand coming to your face to wipe at your cheeks. How he wanted to be the one to touch your tender skin. To have you lean into his palm.

“What are you sorry for?” the proximity was given yet unattainable. Your gaze averted, staring at the pavement floor.

“I don’t know…For everything?” you shrugged your shoulders, laughing at how incomprehensible you sounded. Helmut shook his head. That was how he knew you. Always being the one to carry everyone’s burden on your own. Though you did not need to.

“Stop that.” it was an order but not a forceful one. One that eased the tension immediately.

“Okay.” you mouthed.

The floor was everything but comfortable but you made do. Sitting cross legged opposite of Helmut was dreamlike. In your dreams, you had skin-to-skin contact but that delight had been denied. Simply having him next to you was enough for now. Helmut had his elbows on his knees, watching your every move. Reminiscing every small detail he could get a glimpse of. But there was nothing new he came across. He remembered you like the back of his hand. Sometimes even more precisely than you did yourself. And yet, his observation resembled the first time when his warm, chocolate brown eyes fell onto your frame. Usually, you handled his stares well but something inside of you told you to inquire.

“What?” you asked with a playful, teasing tone. His eyes locked onto yours. You giggled at his confused state.

“Is there a problem?” Helmut turned insecure for a second. And people who knew him were aware that he was barely ever uncertain.

“No, not at all.” you shook your head to emphasize your words. “Just…you’re staring.” you called him out. It made him laugh, his head falling back briefly.

“Is it forbidden to stare?” one of his eyebrows perked up. “I believe most people are flattered by the attention.” though he played the serious act quite well, you could tell that he was joking.

“You’re awful.” you laughed at his antics.

“I am aware.” he saw you opening your mouth to disagree with him but Helmut was faster. “(Y/N)?”

“What is it?” you rested your intertwined hands in your lap. But he had noticed the trembles. He had noticed you struggling. And he realized that it was because of the position you were currently in.

“How is it like? Outside, I mean.” he skillfully changed the topic before the atmosphere between you two could shift in a negative way.

“You have a radio.” your finger pointed to the one sitting on a small table inside the cell right next to a stack of read-through books. “I’m sure you have an idea of what it’s like.”

“But I would love to hear it from you.” there was an encouraging smile on his lips that you could not resist, no matter what.

“Well, Karli’s dead. Sharon took care of her.” you began & watched him nodding approvingly. “Bucky finished his amends & it really looks like he’s doing much better. He’s taking baby steps but he’s doing well.” you could not suppress the small smile when you spoke about the super soldier. Helmut was not jealous. Bucky & you had become fast friends over time.

“Could you deliver a message from me?” he continued after a hum from you. “Tell James that I am happy for him. And thank him from me.” that warmed your heart. All of the previous disputes aside, they had started tolerating each other. You would not go as far as calling them friends but what was not could still be.

“I will.” you promised with certainty. “Right, um…Sam is Captain America. This job is made for him. I truly believe, with him, we’ll achieve great things.” you quieted down, not exactly knowing how to continue.

“So you established Sam’s & James’ success. But what about you?” he read you too easily. No other person saw through you like he did. That affirmed the close bond you two shared even further.

“What about me?” a phony dumfounded expression was plastered on your face.

“How have you been doing?” it was a question with so much emotion & care hidden beneath, it brought tears to the corners of your eyes instantly. Your attempts to blink them away were gratuitous. They started rolling down over your cheeks. So fast, in fact, you could not even wipe them away with your sleeves in time. Helmut’s heart broke at this sight of you. It was clear as day that you experienced a rough patch. The cause of it was him being imprisoned, that much he knew. “Talk to me.” he whispered & cursed the guards for not granting his partner access inside his cell. But they thought he would plan another escape. At the same time, they were unaware that he would not take the risk to jeopardize your safety with a second try.

“It’s…” you took a deep breath to steady your voice & avoid the wavering & cracking. “It’s been hard.” you admitted quietly. “Without you.” you finished. Your eyes flickered up to his face. His look brought you the tiniest bit of contentment. The way his body language could comfort you in such a way was prodigious.

“Love.” the nickname gained your entire attention. It was like all of your worries melted away by the simple sound of it rolling from his lips. The tears did not stop but they were mixed with happiness now. Gratitude that you shared this moment with him. You were here. Helmut was here. Similar to how it used to be. Yet, entirely different. “Please look at me when I tell you this.” & you obeyed without a second thought. “You are my world. If I could change this situation, trust me that I would instantly. I understand your struggles. And I abominate that I cannot dispose of your demons. Or make them part of my own. Your pain causes me aching ten times worse. It is painful seeing you like this. My love, you must promise me one thing.” it was hard for him to get through this speech without his voice fading at the emotions he was experiencing. But he had to stay strong for you. It would only cause you more distress if you noticed him showing how affected he truly was.

“Anything, Helmut.” your reply followed straight after. If he asked you for something, you would do your very best to make him proud of you.

“Promise me to take care of yourself. I would hate to watch you disappear because of me.” the sincerity assured you how important it was to him.

“Helmut, I don’t think I coul-“ he shushed you when he spotted what you were intending to do.

“Promise me, my love.” he repeated & you closed your eyes briefly, releasing another wave of tears.

“I promise.” your eyelids slowly opened & you could detect the relief in his at your words.

“How did you persuade them into visiting an inmate?” the atmosphere had shifted to a relaxing feel once again. And his attempt to start another conversation was welcomed.

“I didn’t do anything. Though I’ve tried multiple times…Sam came to my aid.” you chuckled at the memory & the excitement you emitted after his call. The news had been the best in a very long time.

“Ah, of course, if Captain America requests a visitation…” Helmut started.

“The chiefs are on board in an instant.” you finished his sentence & the both of you laughed at the tomfoolery.

“Means that Sam is the reason for your stay.” you confirmed his thought process quietly. “Please express my gratitude for him as well.”

“Will do.” you wanted to maintain the dialogue with him but a loud noise from behind you caught you by surprise. The same guard who had instructed your appropriate behavior inside these hallways was back. There was a look on his face you could not quite identify but it left you uneasy.

“Time’s over.” the statement felt like someone stabbed you with a knife. Not once, not twice. Multiple times to cause as much damage as possible. Helmut then stood up from the floor, gesturing for you to do the same. The moment you were on your feet again, your knees were close to giving out. Digging deep inside, you mustered all the strength you had left & fixed your posture. You did that to avoid radiating a fragile appearance. “Bid your goodbyes, I’ll wait by the door.” the guard took his place in the doorway, waiting for you to approach him. Your body faced Helmut’s & you rested both of your hands on the glass in front of you. He mimicked you & if it were not for the transparent border, you would have touched.

“I’ll miss you.” you whispered as you pressed your forehead against the boundary.

“I will miss you more.” he followed right after. “But you are always here with me.” one hand rested above his heart. Goodbyes were difficult. Especially with the ulterior motive of not returning the following day. It would most likely take a while until you would face him again. Secretly, so nobody could discern what you were doing, you pulled a small paper out of your pocket & pushed it through one of the many, tiny holes in the glass wall. It dropped to the floor on the other side. Helmut sent you a questioning glance which you retuned with a soft, gentle smile. Coughing behind you brought you back to reality. You had to leave. As much as it hurt, you turned your back to Helmut & distanced yourself from his cell. Arriving at the exit, you looked over shoulder one last time. One last time, your eyes locked. One last time, you let your tender features speak. One last time. While you walked away from him, he picked the small paper up from the ground. Unfolding it with much care, his eyes got stuck on three little words that were neatly curved in your handwriting. So when your eyes met, he returned that favor without anyone realizing it. His lips moved & you saw him mouthing that same phrase back. Your smile grew wider, as did his. And then you were gone. Of course, you would come back. And with Sam’s help, it would probably be sooner rather than later. He stared at the door where you just walked through. His gaze then turned to the paper in his hands. Never would he let go of it again. He would treat it like it was made out of gold. To him, it was. And it was worth so much more. The feeling it triggered inside of him could not be purchased. It could only be provided by a special someone. That special someone was you. Reading through the note one more time, he sat down on the uncomfortable mattress. The displeasure was ignored for now. For a minute, he bathed in the loving emotions you brought to him.

“I love you. -xo(Y/N)”

Published (05/09/2021) by Cathy

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[falconstarfall]

Lyanna Mormont talking about knitting by the fire annoyed me to no one end, bc it’s fucking winter. You know who’s probably saving more lives than you: the seamstresses sewing furs and assembling every piece of clothing by hand to keep you from freezing to death. What do you think will happen if women aren’t ‘knitting by the fire’, everyone else is freezing to death bc clothes can only be made by hand in asoiaf, literally everything Lyanna has ever worn has been hand made, it’s dumb & rude.

It’s one of those things where you can see whe show was made by men. Everyone would freeze to death in the North pretty quickly if no one knitted. Soldiers would knit too, to make warm clothes for themselves.

Unpopular opinion, but I didn’t enjoy Lyanna Mormont in the show. She was a textbook example of the not like other girls trope, which is probably why she was so popular. But to me she represents everything that is wrong with D&D’ view on female leadership and empowerment.

#sorry not sorry #not like other girls #because other girls are stupid and useless #anti lyanna mormont #anti got #asks

[secretsandwriting]

Solstice Soldier

OOHHHHHHHHH THIS IS GUNNA BE A BLAST!!! Also, friendly reminder that infinity way and endgame are just mass hallucinations and never actually happened. Also, this was so much fun it write. It just flowed out of me.

Word Count - 1505

Beta Read - As per usual, Nope

They had taken you from your bed when you were ten. From there, things only got worse. Every day you were taken to a room and strapped to the bed. A scientist or more would come in and inject you with random liquids. They would make you take pills, put things in your body. Sometimes, you would pass out from the pain and when you woke up they would still be going.

Every day for a year they did this. You stayed sane, only because your mom taught you that in really bad times to think of your happy place. So you did, it got to the point you could tune everything out. The pain didn’t reach you there.

It made things worse. They couldn’t control you with pain, so they had to brainwash you. So they did. You became the perfect soldier by the age of 11.

By that time the experimentation had paid off. You were no longer a normal human. You could control and turn into a shadow. On command, you could make your body a shadow. Meaning nothing physical could hit you.

So you were trained in martial arts as well as all sorts of weapons. It was decided you would become a team with the Winter Soldier. So your training changed to match his. To make it so you could work perfectly, to create an unstoppable force.

Your brainwashing changed as well, they made it so you would recognize his face with or without his mask. You learned all about him and were told you loved him. This was done under the theory that if that implanted feelings, your partnership would be stronger and couldn’t be broken. Your orders went as followed,

Assist the Winter Soldier in any mission/fight

Follow the orders of Hydra

Never surrender

After a few years of making sure you were solidly brainwashed, they decided it was time. They were going to introduce the two of you, but the day it was planned. The Winter Soldier escaped on a mission and never came back.

Hydra instructed you to forget, they stopped the brainwashing used for the partnership and just started sending you out on missions. Everything related to him was wiped from your schedule and room. The next 2 years were spent taking over the Winter Soldier’s job.

“We have another one of Hydra’s agents causing trouble that needs to be stopped.” Tony glanced at Bucky to gauge his reaction. “She’s known as the Solstice Soldier, she’s basically the female superpowered version of the Winter Soldier.” Bucky sucked in a breath. “If you think it will be too much you don’t have to go.” Bucky shook his head.

“I can do it.” Tony nodded and put up a video that started. Showing a member of Hydra telling them to surrender or they would all die by the Solstice Soldier. In the back of the video was part of a girl, suddenly the video paused when she was fully on screen. She was armed to the gills and had a bored look to her eyes.

“This is her. We searched for missing persons that matched her description and came up with one.” The video changed to a missing poster of a ten year old little girl. “Y/n L/n. She disappeared from her room one night without a trace. This is the first confirmed sighting since her disappearance. We’ve been ordered to proceed with extreme caution. Because she was taken so young, there is a chance she hasn’t been brainwashed. But there’s a chance she has. We have no idea how stable she is.”

“You mentioned a superpower?” Natasha asked as she looked at the poster on the screen. The picture was changed to a short video, it was extremely blurry, but black surrounded her and formed into weapons on top of the ones she had in her hands. Then it surrounded her and when it disappeared, the only sign she had even been there was the dead bodies.

“The analysts think it’s something to do with shadows, one of them went all in and thinks she was supposed to work with Bucky when he was still there. Making a team Winter Solstice. The shadows tie into her name as Solstice days are the days where the Sun’s furthest from the earth.”

“Alright, shall we try to find her?”

——-

It took months. Even then it was only because Hydra came to fulfill their threat. The Avengers stood together in the abandoned town. It was better than Hydra attacking the city.

“Get ready.” Bucky and Natasha stood in the front. Their reasoning, they were a part of Hydra, they know how they do things. Four planes landed around them and agents left, putting up handheld bullet shields. None of them made a move to do anything. Then a lone Helicopter came, standing in the open door was Y/n.

When it was about 20 feet from the ground, she jumped out and landed hunched over. She stood up and pulled out a gun but froze the second she looked up and saw Bucky. Everything was quiet, no one had any idea as to what was going on.

“Solstice, attack them.” She didn’t move. Just kept staring at Bucky. It was then, they realized they forgot something important.

They had only ordered her to forget, they didn’t change her previous brainwashing. Their orders wouldn’t work. They needed to restrain her and fix it. The ones near you, started moving towards you. Your restraints in their hands. Bucky realized something was wrong, you looked familiar but he coul-

“Tomorrow you’ll meet with your new partner, The Solstice Soldier. She’ll be your new partner and you’ll be working together permanently.”

That’s why you weren’t moving and Hydra looked partially panicked. They hadn’t undone your brainwashing yet. Maybe he could use that to his advantage.

“Go behind something but stay close. I have an idea, if it doesn’t work then stop her.” They didn’t want to listen, Bucky knew that. Thankfully they seemed to understand that it was important so they did. They were close enough that if this didn’t work they should be able to get to him in time.

He walked towards the center of the ring and shot the Hydra agents ready to restrain her. Hopefully that wouldn’t bite him in the ass, it seemed to bring you back as you started walking to him as well. Hydra didn’t seem to know what to do. Should they shoot or should they try to capture you?

“Mission, assist S.H.I.E.L.D and take down Hydra.” Weapons were drawn and the two of you opened fire. Hydra decided to retaliate, moving closer with the shields they started to box you in. A few in the back had more restraints, but they were losing more people than they ever expected. They were right, you made an unstoppable team. There wasn’t an open spot, there wasn’t a weakness, and there was no hesitation.

They decided to retreat. If they didn’t the loss would be almost too much to come back from. Unfortunately they weren’t allowed to.

“We need to get them all!” Bucky wouldn’t let them. So the powers they gave you were used to destroy them. After all.

Nothing could live without a shadow. Every living thing needed one, and you, you could control shadows. You could rip their shadows from their bodies. None of the Hydra agents made it out alive.

———-

After that, you were taken to Wakanda to have your brainwashing removed. It went better than Bucky’s reversal as he has told you to work with them as it was part of your mission. This was how they found out the details as to how Hydra brainwashed as well as what they did to you. They sent the details back to the Avengers, including what they did to prepare you for working with Bucky. None of them knew what to think. Implanting feelings? That was a level they didn’t think was possible. It made sense that they would do it, but the fact it could actually work never crossed their minds.

Because they knew all the details, it was easier to undo. You were back to normal in less than a year. From there, you stayed in Wakanda. Trying to figure out who you were without the brainwashing, learn how to go through life. Basically learning how to be an adult. The calming small village you stayed in helped, the people there helped you. Some of them acting more like parents than neighbors.

It was during your second year there that the Avengers came to see you. Bucky knew the village, it was the same one he had been in. He was welcomed back with open arms and the other greeted as friends. It was shortly after that, that you saw each other for the first time in 2 years. This time, it wasn’t on a battlefield and you weren’t programmed like a machine anymore.

Okay so I got another request: anything w the winter soldier (bucky barnes) to be honest. I'm simping so hard for him :/ It'd be great if the reader has powers too– OH imagine them both being from Hydra and they're trained to fight together (so I guess she is like the Summer Soldier? that sounds weird but I think you get the idea). But they don't really know each other since she was trained after he escaped. Then they meet when they have a fight between Hydra & Avengers) and (1/2)

They fight beautifully together, like in perfect synch- so for example they stand with their backs facing each other and when Bucky shoots to the side she makes sure the exposed side of him is covered. When the Avengers see this they rescue her too. (Since Bucky was never supposed to escape her first order is to basically work with him, then listen to Hydra, he doesn't have this cause he was made before her, which is why she doesn't shoot him) (2/2)

#Bucky x reader #Bucky #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #bucky imagine #marvel imagine

[flowylightwitch]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

𝓗𝓲! 𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰

( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)━━☆⌒*..✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

Dont feel afraid to send me request if you want! about general headcanons of character or the creepypasta universe in general (including my oc)

🌱🍄🌻🥞🌿🌷🍎🍀🍓🥕☘️🍃🍯🌸🥧

Heres some tiny list of things I do and dont ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤ 𝙳𝚘

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 / 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌

𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 /𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙵 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁

𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 ( 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙵𝙵 𝙾𝚁 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂)

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂

𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃

╰┈➤ Ｄｏｎ'ｔｓ

𝙽𝙵𝚂𝚆

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚇 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙵𝚂𝚆 𝙾𝚁 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸

𝙰𝙽𝚈 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙸𝚂𝚃, 𝚇𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙱𝙸𝙲, 𝚂𝙴𝚇𝙸𝚂𝚃, 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙱𝙸𝙲 𝙴𝙲𝚃...

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻�� 𝓘 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 :

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 & 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄

Jeff

Jane (only wlw)

Toby

Tim

Hoodie

Laughing jack

Laughing jill

Eyeless jack

Kate the chaser

Bloody painter

Jude Angel

Dr. Smiley

Slenderman

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆. 𝘉𝘵𝘸! 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘨𝘣𝘵𝘲+ 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 .⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄

Xvirus

Electra

Sally Williams

Grinny the cat

Smiley dog

•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•

🎻🍂🐌🌰—ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ —

🦋☆*: .｡.𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓻𝓪 .｡.:*☆🦋

is about a book that I started writing because I was bored but I kept writing and daydreaming, so here it is ('is kind of creepypasta but not the edgy 2012 omg I'm so scary and emotionless) and like I said that I was bored the protagonist is me because the book is inspired by the film "The vist" and asked and imagine what would I do in that situation and with my day dreaming of grew biger, heres some general idea hc

Edit : I will refer to the character/ or me? (Idk) to a different character. But please DON'T use it as another fictional character it's very uncomfortable

I haven't finished the book so here it is some basic or random information of me/character/oc?

She/her

Bi (preference for men but she falls deeply in love whe it comes of a woman

Cottagecore, goblincore, dark academia and piratecore is her aesthetic

Likes astrology

Virgo sun, scorpio moon and an aries rising

Likes plants but shes very VERY Scared of bugs. Stills is the person who asks another person to take out the bug because she doesn't want to kill it (Not reaches those can extinct)

Enfp 2w3

Super mega aracnophobic

Emotional intelligence

Enjoys psychology

Curly 3c hair

Dosen't really like anime but she LOVES aot and studio ghibli

Likes winter because she can wear long coats

Slightly British accent

Use darling

Clingy

Loves atla and relats a lot with ty lee and aang

Her favorite films are Littlewoman and dead poets society (It will make her cry a lot)

Shes not very organized but shes kind of clean when it comes to the kitchen she hate its seen it dirty and smelling bad

Not the type of person to watch a horror film with shes more of relaxed, romance chill film

Gen z

Greek Mythology nerd

She dosen't have a specific type of music that she likes she just listens to a song and vibes with it "Mitski, mother mother, Celtic woman, rick Montgomery, marina and the diamond and she also likes classic music

Some songs that fit her vibe are " Ophelia , Record player, Line without a hook, crumb~Locket, the wellerman,soldier, poet king, are you satisfied?, peace and love on the planet earth and Everything stays"

Like drawing and painting

Likes kids

Girly girl

Sorry of it was too long :(

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#poetry #x virus #little women #jo march #opossum #creepypasta #writers #winter #cottagecore #dark academia #piratecore #marina and the diamonds #mitski #amy march #poem #poets on tumblr #moonchild #green witch #goblincore #cozyplaces #adventure time #steven universe #slenderman #jeff the killer #dead poets society #headcanons

[warriorofdragons]

Love in Winter

Word Count: 7.7k

Warnings: Language, Violence, Blood and Injury

Note: {Russian is in these brackets}

You and Bucky both head down the hallway and round the corner.

Bucky plants his back against the wall and you plant your back against the wall to the right of Bucky.

You load a fresh magazine into your pistol.

Bucky glances at you and nods.

You nod back.

He then tilts his head towards the hallway the two of you just came down.

“Now,” he whispers.

Bucky leans around the corner and you crouch and lean around Bucky and both of you fire down the hallway. The approaching men fire back at you as they dart for cover around the corners at the opposite end of the hall. And between your’s and Bucky’s bullets you manage to take down three of the advancing Hydra agents.

You both retreat back behind your own cover as the agents return fire.

Your ears are ringing from the echoes of both your own and the enemy’s gunfire in the enclosed space, you breathe heavily and mentally tally the bullets you have left.

Bucky reloads his gun and takes a moment to lightly grip your left shoulder.

You nod at him without glancing up and wait for him to signal you.

The gunfire starts to die down from the other end of the hallway and the moment it ceases, Bucky pats your shoulder two times.

You spin in your crouched position and both of you fire at the armed men.

You down another one as he tries to retaliate and then an agent on the corner opposite him fires at you. Your arms drop suddenly and you manage to maintain your grip on your gun, but your shot goes wild, so you withdraw again.

There’s a blinding pain beginning in your right arm as you plant yourself firmly against the wall again. Bucky continues to return fire, presumably at the guy who just shot you and then ducks back behind the wall again as well.

He kneels down next to you as you clutch your right arm with your left.

“I’m ok,” you whisper.

His features are still etched with concern as his eyes survey you, and then his metal fingers gently pull down the torn fabric of your sleeve and he tsks.

Bucky then plants his back against the wall beside you and he reloads his gun.

He grips your thigh reassuringly, “We’ll make it out of this, Doll, promise.”

“Don’t we always?” you ask with a smile.

His hair falls in front of his face for a moment as he huffs and then he lifts his head to stare at you with his own wide smile.

The firing stops again and Bucky peeks around the corner.

He swiftly pulls his head and gun back and then glances around you at the space you’re currently occupying, obviously thinking. The alcove you’re in juts off from the hallway but is a dead end with no rooms to duck into or even windows. Bucky’s eyes scan down the hallway ahead of you that leads up a staircase not thirty feet from you both, but you won’t make it ten with the semi-automatic weapons held by the Hydra agents behind you.

It’s possible Bucky could make the distance with his Super Soldierness, but you definitely won’t, you could really use Sam and his shield right about now.

Which means you’re stuck in this spot until you either: come up with something else, backup arrives in the form of the aforementioned Sam, or…you whittle their numbers down. It seems you’re left with option C at the moment, but they still have numbers on their side, and a bomb downstairs that they stole from the Avengers weapons vault.

Hence why you’re in this mess in the first place.

It’s still quiet and you watch Bucky for any indication of what to do next.

He casts a confused glance at the wall behind him.

Please, don’t throw a grenade.

That’s the last thing you need right now, because then you’ll have to choose the dreaded staircase.

There’s a crackling over the building’s intercom system and the Main-Bad-Guy-In Charge’s voice can be heard through one of the speakers in the hallway ahead of you. You stare up at the speaker confused, because even though you can understand the words just fine, they don’t make any sense. It’s not even a coherent sentence just a bunch of random words in Russian.

A sharp intake of breath from Bucky beside you draws your attention.

You stare at him and he’s staring forward with his eyes as wide as saucers.

It can’t be…

“Bucky?!” you ask in alarm turning to him.

“It’s those words…” he mutters confirming your worst fears.

You let out a shaky gasp and holster your sidearm and grasp his face.

Bucky sets his gun down on the floor and you swing your leg over him and sit in his lap, turning his face to stare at yours.

As you meet his tear filled gaze you whisper, “No.”

He barely cups your face in his hands as though he’s suddenly afraid to touch you, “You need to go, I’ll hold them off, distract them, but you need to-“ Bucky begins frantically.

“No, no I’m not leaving you,” you state firmly shaking your head.

“Doll, you have to…I don’t want to hurt you,” Bucky says quietly a single tear slipping free.

Your lip quivers as you bury your fingers in his hair, “You won’t, and I’m not letting them take you,” you sob quietly.

Bucky wraps his arms around your middle and clutches you desperately to him.

“Don’t listen to them,” you whisper pressing your forehead to his, “Don’t listen to them, only listen to me, okay?”

You feel Bucky shakily nod.

And then there’s silence.

You can still hear Bucky’s breathing, can still feel him under your fingertips as your eyes are squeezed shut. And then that man’s voice can be heard from down the hall this time.

More silence.

And then Bucky’s arms loosen around you and he responds.

You open your eyes and pull back to stare at him, “{No…please don’t,}” you plead in Russian.

His eyes are dark as he looks up at you.

Then he begins to stand, unceremoniously dumping you onto the floor.

You scramble to your feet and to your relief he doesn’t retrieve the gun he had abandoned.

He also makes no move towards you, he just simply waits.

You stare at him in shock and horror.

The leader of the group of Hydra agents you had been fighting steps around the corner and fixes his gaze on Bucky and smiles.

The two men trailing behind him point their weapons at you.

“Soldier, search her,” the Hydra Leader says.

Bucky immediately steps towards you and roughly removes your pistol from your side holster and then he goes for the knife he knows you keep in your boot without even patting you down first.

He hands both of these to the Hydra agents.

You stare at the back of Bucky’s head as he faces away from you and towards the Hydra Leader.

You’ve never had him be so callous before, but you know this isn’t Bucky.

The Hydra Leader continues to smile and then he nods at you, “Bring her.”

Bucky…The Winter Soldier turns to you and grabs you by your left arm despite the fact that your right was closer to him and he starts to drag you along. You make it partway down the hall before you grip his hand attempting to pull him off of you.

“Stop!” you protest.

The Winter Soldier turns to you again, his brows creased.

“I’ll come with you, I promise,” you say.

The Winter Soldier stares at you for a moment and so does the Hydra Leader, but he releases you. Cautiously, you step in front of the Soldier and he follows behind as the group starts to move again. There are two Hydra agents now behind the Winter Soldier and another two in front of you including their leader. They lead you both back down the staircase you had initially run up and into the large room with vaulted ceilings and stone pillars. And also the same room they had set up shop with their stolen weapons crate they had been attempting to access.

The large crate bears a SHIELD logo and an Avenger’s access panel.

It had been locked in a vault for safekeeping until these assholes broke into said vault and stolen it. You, Bucky, Sam, and Sharon had come here to retrieve it before they could figure out a way past the security system in place and activate the bomb inside, detonating the building, and parts of the surrounding city, leaving nothing but a smoldering crater in it’s wake.

In other words it would be very bad if they got it to actually work.

“Soldier, enter the access code,” the Hydra Leader orders.

The Winter Soldier looks down at the computer they have hooked up to the access panel as part of their plan to override it and then blinks, and glances back up at his new handler.

You bite your lip to stifle a smile.

Even Bucky didn’t know the access code, he refused to learn any of them in fact. Insisted he would never need to know them under any circumstances, you now wonder if it was really for reasons such as this.

You on the other hand are a former SHIELD agent and a current Avenger and you know most of the items that were stored in the weapons vault and the codes to go with them.

“Soldier,” the Hydra Leader commands more firmly, “Enter the access code.”

The Winter Soldier continues to stare at his handler.

You remain silent and glance between the two.

And then the Hydra Leader’s eyes shift to you, “You, enter the access code.”

You snort, “Go to hell.”

The Hydra Leader steps towards you swiftly and strikes you across the face with his right hand. Your hair falls in front of your face as your head is knocked to one side and you see a heavy boot appear in your vision when you open your eyes.

You glance up quickly to see that the Winter Soldier has taken a step towards you.

You flinch backwards involuntarily, eyes wide, fearful that he’ll attack you.

The Winter Soldier fixes you with a hardened gaze and stops abruptly, his right foot extended in front of him.

“Soldier, at ease,” the Hydra Leader says.

There’s a moment of hesitation and then the Winter Soldier steps back into position and continues to stare at you.

You feel something wet trickle down your right cheek and judging by the stinging in your eye, you surmise it’s blood, you also note that the Winter Soldier’s eyes seem to be following it.

The Hydra Leader stares somewhere below your chin as you straighten your back and he reaches out a hand and grasps…your locket.

It had fallen out from where you had tucked it into your suit.

He opens it and stares at the photo of Bucky and smirks.

You swallow.

He glances up at you and then behind him at the Winter Soldier and lets go of your locket. You watch in horror as he approaches the Winter Soldier and draws his gun and points it directly at Bucky’s head.

The Winter Soldier doesn’t so much as flinch, his gaze still blankly fixed on you.

“Enter the access code,” the Hydra Leader orders you.

You stare into Bucky’s eyes and move to enter the access code.

When the lock clicks and the case opens up another Hydra agent moves forwards to rewire the computer to the bomb’s access panel and enter a detonation sequence. You back up from the bomb and the Hydra Leader approaches you and points the gun at your head instead.

“Thank you so much for your assistance,” the Hydra Leader says to you dispassionately, “But you’re usefulness has come to an end.”

You stare at the gun extended towards you, thinking of the best way to take it from him and fire it before his fellows can take you down.

Or before the Winter Soldier can stop you.

You won’t be able to stop him, not that you would want to anyways.

He would be forced to move in close without his firearm but he could easily close the distance and prevent you from firing a second shot.

You’ve never been a match for Bucky’s strength either.

“And the best part is he gets to watch you die,” the Hydra Leader says glancing over at the Winter Soldier.

“Bucky, I love you,” you say as you move to grab the gun while the man is distracted.

You twist it and wrench it out of the man’s hand and fire it into his chest twice.

An agent to your left raises his gun and you turn to fire another two shots, one landing square between his eyes. And out of your periphery you see the Winter Soldier move towards you with alarming speed, you spin to face him but you lower your weapon.

You can’t hurt Bucky, not even like this…you could never hurt him.

To your surprise he rushes past you and closes the distance between him and the third agent and pulls a knife from the man’s belt with his right and stabs him repeatedly in the chest. The Hydra agent only managing a yelp of shock before blood starts to pour from his mouth. The Winter Soldier then removes the blade from the man’s torso and turns towards you eyes filled with murderous intent and throws the knife and you squeeze your eyes shut.

There’s a choked gurgling sound and you open your eyes and turn to see the Hydra Leader standing behind you with a knife in his throat, who had stood up from the floor behind you.

You lock eyes with the Winter Soldier and turn towards the fourth and final Hydra agent who had been preparing the detonation sequence and just as you’re about to fire he shoots at you. A metal arm reaches around you and takes the blow of the bullets that were meant for you as you now instinctively duck behind Bucky.

He loops his right arm around your waist and spins you so that you’re now mostly behind him as he blocks the next volley of bullets.

When you finally get an opening you fire at the Hydra agent and kill him.

As everything falls silent you take a few breaths and survey the room around you.

The bullets you had fired at the Hydra Leader had hit directly in his bulletproof vest, figures.

You nudge him with your boot, yep he’s dead now.

The Winter Soldier releases you and you stare up at him, “Bucky?” you ask hesitantly.

His brows pinch together, but other than that there’s no response, he just continues to stare at you.

You swallow and wet your lips, “…Soldier?”

A slight tilt of his head.

“Ok,” you exhale.

You glance around you at the dead men on the floor, still unsure as to why you’re not among them right now. And then your eyes drift over to the bomb that’s ticking down.

The bomb.

Shit.

You rush over to it and try to enter the deactivation code.

An error message pops up on the screen.

You enter it again.

You’re aware of the Winter Soldier’s boots on the tiled floor as he steps towards you, something you only notice from having lived with him for so long. You enter the code again and again you see the same error message.

The Winter Soldier stops directly behind you and you freeze.

His left hand reaches forward and he points to where a stray bullet had broken the access panel on the bomb itself.

You stare at the broken access panel, “Fuck.”

Then you glance over your shoulder at the Winter Soldier.

His eyes focus on you and then on the bomb.

You let out an exasperated sigh and then move towards it.

You examine the bomb and try to figure out a way to get at the internal system.

“Bucky, uh…Soldier, help me open this plate so I can get to the wires,” you say.

The Winter Soldier steps forwards and digs his metal fingers into the plate and the metal groans as he bends it until it snaps and then he peels it back with both hands until you can clearly see the internal computer. He removes his hands and you crouch down and set the gun you were holding on the floor as you begin to examine it further.  

You’re trying to remember the correct wires you need to cut.

You take a breath and pull a knife out of the belt of the nearby dead Hydra agent, and are pleasantly surprised to find out that it is actually Your knife they had confiscated. You cut two of the wires and the timer stops and starts blinking at twenty minutes and twenty four seconds and then it resets to five minutes. You let out another exasperated sigh and the Winter Soldier who is now crouched next to you, fixes you with a look of almost annoyance.

“Listen, I only vaguely remember how to diffuse this one,” you say.

The Winter Soldier silently looks back at the timer now ticking down again.

“Don’t give me that, remember that you’re the one who complained that there’s no reason for you to need to know this stuff,” you scold.

The Winter Soldier’s head pulls back slightly in surprise and then he glances to the left.

You start humming the little song you came up with to help you remember, “And how else, do you pull a weed except by it’s ROOTS! Holy shit, I think I’ve got it…I think.”

The Winter Soldier raises a brow at you.

“And if it doesn’t work, I’m sorry,” you say as you grab the red wire and cut it with your knife.

The timer blinks a few times and then goes out.

You sigh heavily, “Oh thank God.”

You take a moment to breathe and sheathe your knife again.

The Winter Soldier frowns and picks up the discarded handgun you left on the floor and aims it towards the main entry point.

You didn’t hear anything, but the Super Soldier’s hearing is much better than yours, so you’re not surprised.

“Soldier, don’t fire until I say,” you order.

There’s a swift nod from Bucky, or the Soldier.

You retrieve your own gun from the dead Hydra Leader and you and the Winter Soldier move quickly to cover.

You plant your back against a stone pillar and take a breath.

Peering around the corner carefully there’s a twinge of pain in your wounded arm, but you ignore it as you focus your eyes on any sign of movement. You see a brief flash of color from a familiar uniform. You duck behind cover and whistle the beginning to the chorus of the Star Spangled Man.

There’s a pause.

And then the returning whistle for the next part.

You sigh in relief, “Sam?”

“Yeah? You two doing alright? How are we looking?” Sam asks.

“All combatants are down, bomb’s disabled, and uh…there’s been some…complications,” you explain glancing over to the Winter Soldier who is hiding nearby and poised to strike like a snake, “Stand down, Soldier,” you order, “These are our friends.”

The Winter Soldier looks to you and nods and then lowers his weapon.

“What kind of complications?” Sam asks, his voice drawing nearer.

You step out from your cover, “Well it’s…complicated,” you say.

“How complicated?” Sam asks stepping into view finally along with Sharon Carter.

The Winter Soldier steps beside you and regards them both coolly.

They both freeze, having both met the Winter Soldier before.

Sam’s eyes scan Bucky for a moment and then he fixes you a questioning look.

You nod, “He’s not Bucky right now.”

Sharon sighs and shakes her head, her grip tightening on her gun, but keeping it fixed on the floor.

“But we’re all still friends here,” you say holding up your hands.

Sam glances over at Bucky again and then he glances to you, “Is he listening to you right now?”

“It would seem so, the guy who activated him is dead so…” you trail off glancing behind you.

“How does that work?” Sharon asks skeptical.

“I have no clue,” you state.

“What if he turns on you? I know he really likes you and all but,” Sharon presses.

You sigh and shake your head, “I don’t know, he’s already defended me a couple of times, so…I don’t know.”

The Winter Soldier stares at Sharon and then fixes his gaze on you, and seemingly is lost in thought, which is new.

“You’d never turn on me though would you, Buck?” you ask reaching your right arm to pat Bucky on his left shoulder but stopping short and wincing in pain.

“You alright?” Sam asks eyeing your face and your wounded arm.

“It’s not so bad,” you say quietly holstering your gun.

“She needs medical attention,” the Winter Soldier says abruptly.

“Thank you, Nurse Barnes, I’m aware,” you joke a smile forming on your face.

You lift your head to look at him and your smile drops at his completely frozen expression.

He blinks and his brows knit together, “I…I’m not a nurse,” the Winter Soldier states genuinely confused as he continues to stare at you.

“I know it’s…a nickname that I came up with for you after you patched me up on our first mission with just the two of us,” you explain.

He blinks and stares off into space for a moment, “What’s a…nickname?”

Oh boy.

“It’s…an affectionate, alternate name for a person,” you explain to the best of your ability.

The Winter Soldier is silent for another moment as everyone’s gaze is focused tensely on him.

He nods to himself, “Like a designation?”

“Kind of,” you say.

He seems to accept your answer and straightens, “Do you want me to patch you up?”

“Uh, yeah sure, but lets fall back to where the bomb is first,” you say.

The Winter Soldier nods and leads the way as the rest of you follow behind.

You enter the center of the room where all the dead men are spread out on the floor.

Sharon sighs, “This is a little too familiar for my liking.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Sam says, “Which one did the thing?” Sam tries to ask you discreetly pointing around at the dead Hydra agents.

You point to the leader and he nods, “Did he do that or you?”

You nod your head silently at the Winter Soldier.

Sam nods and exhales.

The Winter Soldier stops and holsters his gun and turns to face you.

You raise your brows at him as he approaches.

The Winter Soldier carefully takes a hold of your arm and rips open your sleeve a little more and discards some of it onto the floor. He inspects the wound briefly and then he reaches into his pockets and pulls out some bandages.

“Although the familiarity isn’t all bad,” Sharon says as she watches the Winter Soldier clean your wound as best he can.

You wince a little and the Winter Soldier lightens his touch.

It’s almost like Bucky is the one bandaging you up like he always does.

Sharon starts to inspect the bomb while Sam keeps his eye on the two of you.

“You need stitches,” the Winter Soldier states, “But it was a clean shot,” he adds softly.

You nod.

“I’m unable to do anything further,” the Winter Soldier continues.

“It’s alright, thank you,” you say as he wraps the bandage around your arm.

He pauses and then fastens the bandage.

You study his face for a moment and his eyes meet yours.

The Winter Soldier’s left hand reaches up towards your face and you close your right eye as his thumb brushes against your skin.

“He shouldn’t have hit you,” he says quietly.

You open your eye and stare at him and there’s an anger burning behind his eyes as he stares at your bruised face, “No, he shouldn’t have,” you agree.

He pulls his hand away slowly and you notice a smidge of blood on his thumb from the cut on your face. The Winter Soldier then fixes his cold gaze on the dead Hydra Leader on the floor with the knife still protruding from his throat.

You tuck your locket back under your suit and the movement catches the Winter Soldier’s attention, but he says nothing.

“We’re all good here, the bomb’s diffused. We just need to move it to a secure location, but our bomb guys can do that,” Sharon says stepping towards you.

You nod at her and then turn to the Winter Soldier, “Our mission is done, it’s time to return home.”

The Winter Soldier nods.

You all stick close together as you leave and you and the Winter Soldier head to the quinjet first and wait for Sam to catch up with you.

Better to keep the Winter Soldier from interacting with too many people afterall.

Sharon oversees the removal of the bomb and cleanup, and when Sam returns he places Bucky’s discarded weapons in his weapon locker on board the quinjet.

After that it’s a silent ride back to the compound.

You occasionally glance over at the Winter Soldier, but he remains calm and stiff.

A little too stiff for your liking, but he seems more relaxed than he was earlier.

If you can call it that.

It’s still silent as you begin to descend, but the Winter Soldier snaps to attention as soon as the wheels hit the landing pad. You undo your seatbelt first and he moves to follow you.

Sam finishes up the checks on the quinjet and follows the two of you out, “I’ll take care of his gear, if you can have him escort you to medbay?” he asks glancing from you to Bucky.

“Yeah, sure. Follow me, Soldier,” you say.

There’s a curt nod from the Winter Soldier as he begins to follow you.

“Oh and Barnes, take care of the lady will ya?” Sam calls.

There’s a huff from Bucky, “I always do, Wilson.”

You glance up at Bucky who has the tiniest bit of a smile on his face and then share a look with Sam.

He shouldn’t know Sam’s last name, you and Sharon had only ever referred to Sam by his first name, and a bit of his Brooklyn accent had bled through.

The Winter Soldier becomes stoic once more as he begins to follow you silently through the halls. You avoid any routes that would have you bump into lots of people, but you notice him on guard nonetheless.

It’s not the same tenseness from earlier with the Hydra agents and the bomb, but you get the feeling he still doesn’t recognize his surroundings.

Damn, you were hoping he would.

You’ve got photo albums and journals of his in your shared bedroom, perhaps those could help jog his memory?

You reach the medbay and are greeted by the familiar face of one of the medics who usually helps patch you up. It’s common to have a few medical professionals at the ready in the medbay when anyone is sent on a mission.

But since it was a smaller team today it’s just him in the lab.

He moves forward to grab your uninjured arm to help you further into the room, and the Winter Soldier moves to intercept him. There’s a look of wide-eyed surprise as the Winter Soldier grabs a hold of the man’s shirt collar with his left arm.

“Wait!” you shout.

The Winter Soldier stops, murderous glare still fixed on the medic.

“He’s just trying to help me, let him go,” you say grabbing the Winter Soldier’s right arm.

The Winter Soldier pauses and looks to you and then releases the man.

The medic looks to you and then at Bucky confused.

“He’s not himself right now,” you say.

The medic nods slowly and readjusts his glasses, clearly shaken.

The medic gestures for you to sit and you do, while he examines your injury and also glances over his shoulder every now and then at the Winter Soldier.

Bucky and this guy know each other.

Bucky always asks him how his wife and kids are doing, even seriously injured, Bucky would have never raised a hand to this man before.

And now the Winter Soldier is staring daggers at the back of this man’s head.

The medic removes the bandage and cuts away your sleeve so he can get to your bullet wound. You watch the Winter Soldier’s head follow the medic’s arm as he reaches for another tool.

Your wound is cleaned and then the medic begins stitching it.

You wince a little in pain and notice the Winter Soldier’s fists clench slowly.

You need to occupy him with something else.

“Hold my hand,” you say outstretching your left hand to him.

His eyes widen slightly and he hesitates.

“Please? It hurts,” you say.

The Winter Soldier is still very confused but he unclenches his fists and outstretches his right hand to you and you take it.

You squeeze his hand as you wince at the pain again and he takes a step closer.

You can feel his gaze on you and you look up at him.

His face is softer but very perplexed and…vulnerable.

He blinks and shifts his gaze downwards to your hand before squeezing your hand gently, and then he remains silent and still while the medic finishes with your stitches. The medic also cleans the cut near your eye and then leaves the two of you alone as he personally looks for someone else’s help with the Winter Soldier.

The Winter Soldier slowly lets go of your hand and then moves to pace about the room. You rest your hands in your lap and watch him for a couple paces until you realize he’s taken up another guard position.

“You don’t have to do that,” you say.

The Winter Soldier pauses to stare at you before resuming pacing.

“We’re both safe, we’re home,” you say.

The Winter Soldier doesn’t pause this time as he glances at the door instead.

And you wonder if the Winter Soldier doesn’t recognize this as home, or if it’s because home for the Winter Soldier was never safe.

He seems to grow dissatisfied with pacing and stops to stare at the door with his back to you.

You hope the medic doesn’t walk back through that door anytime soon.

You stare at the Winter Soldier’s back, feeling utterly useless to save the love of your life from this torment he’s been forced to relive.

The Winter Soldier clenches and unclenches his fists as he tilts his head in response to a noise you can’t hear. And then he tilts his head the other way and clenches his left fist. He then slowly curls and uncurls his fingers one by one and then the Winter Soldier glances down at his left hand and slowly raises it.

He glances over at you in silent question.

“You…lost your old arm and a friend of ours, Shuri, made you a new one. It’s much more durable than the last one,” you explain.

He nods slowly turning his attention back to his Vibranium arm as he turns it over and then he stares at the door again.

He doesn’t even remember his new arm.

It’s like the factory-reset button was hit on him, he doesn’t remember anything.

Not his life as an Avenger, not his new arm, and not even you.

Tears begin to form in your eyes and you’re unable to stop them.

You cover your mouth with your left hand as the tears fall down your cheeks and you try to stifle the quiet sob that leaves you. But the Winter Soldier hears it and turns his head swiftly to you and when he sees you in distress, he’s in front of you in an instant.

“Where does it hurt? Is it your arm?” he asks gingerly placing his left hand under your wound.

You shake your head, “…No, I’m just upset,” you cry.

The Winter Soldier stares at you and he looks visibly distraught as well.

You get the feeling he doesn’t know how to deal with pain that isn’t physical as he looks at you helplessly. Bucky would know what to say, Bucky always knows just what to say to calm you down. Words of: “It’s okay, Doll. I’m here, Doll. Don’t worry I got you, just let it all out, Sweetheart.”

But the Winter Soldier has no such words.

So you’re shocked when he takes your right hand in his left and holds it.

You cry harder and squeeze his hand and rest your forehead against his chest.

After a moment you feel his other hand on the back of your head, tentatively placed there. You pull out your locket with your left hand from under your suit and wrap your fingers around it.

You start to quiet down after a little while and you pull back from his chest, your eyes still closed. Then you take his metal hand and bring it to your cheek and cover it with both of yours. Your breath hitches when you feel his fingers from his right hand gently grip your locket.

You open your eyes and the Winter Soldier’s are fixed on your locket.

His eyes meet yours for a moment.

“It’s okay,” you say softly.

He opens the locket and inhales sharply.

He lets go of the locket as if it had burned him and you move his metal hand into your lap.

“Hey, what is it? Talk to me,” you plead.

“I…” he begins as he blinks rapidly.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” you soothe releasing his hand to rest one of yours on his cheek.

The Winter Soldier stills and then relaxes slightly when you rub his cheek with your thumb, as you continue his eyes close and he places his metal hand over yours.

You wonder if the Winter Soldier has ever known a gentle touch.

His lips tremble and more tears prick at your eyes.

“I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” you insist.

His eyes open and they’re watery, “It…hurts,” he manages.

“I know, I know,” you whisper, “It’ll be okay.”

“There’s too much,” he says his eyes moving upwards and shifting back and forth, “I can’t stop it.”

“Then don’t. Don’t fight it,” you say.

Tears slip past his eyes and down his cheeks.

“Just let it fall around you like rain, you remember what rain is don’t you?” you ask.

He gives a small nod.

“Just close your eyes,” you whisper leaning towards him and placing your other hand on his face as well.

He clutches onto you like a lifeline and does as you say.

“Let the memories fall around you and onto you like little raindrops, until they dampen your hair and skin and soak into your clothing,” you say rubbing your nose against his.

His breathing slows and then you feel him relax completely.

And then he pulls away slightly and presses a kiss to your forehead, “Doll? How’d we get here?”

You open your eyes and gasp and stare up at him, at Bucky.

He pulls back to stare around the room and then he catches your gaze and his eyes widen.

“Doll, what happened to you-” he begins but stops short as his metal thumb strokes near your eye and his eyes widen further in shock at the small smudge of dried blood on his thumb.

“You…you were-“ you begin.

His face scrunches up in horror and fear as he swiftly recoils from you, “No…” he gasps more tears forming in his eyes, “No…”

“Bucky, wait,” you say, but he quickly flees from you out of the room.

You stand to go after him, he has to know that he didn’t hurt you.

                                                                     *******

He shuts the bedroom door behind him and presses his back to it as he slowly slumps to the floor.

Bucky buries his head in his hands and sobs.

How could he?

How could he have hurt her?

He removes his hands from his face and stares down at his shaking palms. When he spots the blood smear on his left thumb, he clenches his metal fist so hard the metal grinds. He jumps to his feet and throws his gear off and quickly disrobes as he heads for the bathroom.

He turns the water on as hot as it’ll go and steps under the spray.

Bucky reaches for his soap and lathers his hands and arms and frantically washes off the blood on his hands.

Her blood.

And when it’s gone he washes his hands again, and again, and again.

He closes his eyes as a sob wracks his body and he slumps against the shower wall and tilts his head back. He’s done the worst thing imaginable, he’s hurt the love of his life. He thought this was behind him, he thought this whole thing was behind him. But it’s clear that she’ll never be safe with him, and the best way to protect her now is to stay away from her.

He places his right hand over his eyes and chokes out another sob.

But he loves her.

He had hoped to spend the rest of his life with her, and had hoped she would become Mrs. Barnes someday, but that’s not going to happen now. She was always too good for him, he knew that from the beginning. But as much as it kills him to have to leave her, he can’t stay and risk hurting her again.

The bathroom door clicks closed and Bucky’s head jerks up.

He removes his hand from his face and watches the silhouette of her form through the frosted glass. Bucky swallows and pushes off the shower wall when he sees her move closer and stands under the showerhead facing away from her, letting the hot water coat the top of his head.

The shower door opens behind him and then closes.

She cautiously moves towards him and tries to slip her arms around his middle and yelps when the hot water makes contact with her skin.  

Bucky swiftly reaches out with his metal hand and turns the water colder.

He knows she’s as stubborn as he is and would still try to hold him even with the water burning her skin. Her arms gingerly slip around his waist again as the water begins to cool, but Bucky makes no move to take her hands in his.

Her hands smooth across his stomach and up his torso, just like she usually does when he has a nightmare and can’t face her. And when he doesn’t relax like he usually does her right hand moves down his right arm, where it hangs limp at his side, and she threads her fingers through his and pulls it to his stomach. His fingers tighten around hers slightly as he tries to resist the comfort she brings him. She presses herself against his back next, her left cheek resting over his heart.

He opens his mouth to apologize but his voice cracks.

Her grip tightens around him.

“Doll…” he tries again, “I’m so sorry.”

She pulls back and tugs at his hand, indicating she wants him to turn.

Bucky reluctantly turns to face her.

“What are you sorry for?” she asks tears in her own eyes.

Bucky reaches his left hand towards her face and stops short afraid to touch her.

Her head tilts to the side and she exhales, “Bucky, you didn’t do this.”

“Then why was your blood on my hand?” Bucky demands quietly in disbelief.

“You don’t remember anything do you?” she asks softly.

He shakes his head, “I usually don’t,” he says his voice hoarse.

“Bucky, you helped me kill those guys, not once did you lay a single hand on me,” she explains.

As much as he wants to, Bucky is still struggling to believe her.

But he lets her reach towards his face and tilt his head down to rest against hers.

The water falls from the showerhead above like raindrops over both of them.

He closes his eyes as she thumbs his cheek and listens to her heartbeat.

“Bucky, I love you, so don’t you even think about telling me to leave you,” she says firmly.

Bucky’s heart leaps in his chest at her admission.

Neither of them have said it before, although he’s certain they’ve both felt it for some time, and of course she would know what he was thinking, she knows him so well.

Bucky smiles to himself, she loves him.

His smile drops as a memory flashes through his mind, of her standing in front of him as one of the Hydra agents holds a gun to her head.

“Bucky, I love you,” she says right before she makes a grab for the gun.

The moment she moves, he moves as well, following her lead in taking out their enemies, and when they are dispatched, he turns to her for his next command.

There’s fear in her eyes as she looks at him, but not of him, for him.

The Soldier doesn’t understand.

Nothing is wrong.

She disarms the bomb quickly enough with only a couple mistakes and the way she talks to him…there’s a fondness there. She gives him orders as any previous handler would, ordering him to stand down when she recognizes a secret code from their allies but…

The look on her face as she stares at him, and then she tells him about how he’s taken care of her in the past. Things he cannot remember but she does, so he trusts that it happened. Even if it doesn’t make sense to him that he would “scold” her.

They arrive back at their base without further incident and he feels a sense of camaraderie he can’t explain with the pilot, but then his focus is on her again.

When she’s being tended to, she asks to hold his hand, a strange request.

But nevertheless he complies, just as he always does.

Just like any good Soldier would, but…there’s something different…this time.

She clearly knows him from the way she speaks to him, referencing past missions. And he must know her though he cannot remember her from the last time he was needed, he seldom does afterall.

He moves to a sentry position in the room to protect her, when she makes an unexpected sound. He turns to her and is at her side in an instant, the medical personnel must have missed something, because she looks to be in a great deal of pain. But when she verbalizes that the pain is not physical, he’s at a loss.

He’s confused about how to help her, so he takes her hand like she showed him and she clutches to him like a lifeline.

There’s something familiar about this.

About this gesture of holding hands.

He remembers suddenly being small and holding the hands of a young man and woman in both of his much smaller ones as he crosses a street. He remembers pulling a small girl with the same eyes and hair as him to her feet after throwing a punch at the boy who had pushed her into a puddle. He remembers holding the hand of a badly wounded soldier in a dark tent and promising to write his family for him. He remembers catching the hand of the woman in front of him as she fell off the roof of a building and he also remembers how nervous he felt holding her hand while soft candlelight glowed around them. He remembers the same small hand he now holds in his being pressed to his face late at night when he’s covered in his own sweat, desperately trying to escape something plaguing him.

The Winter Soldier’s eyes catch sight of something metal around her neck and he reaches for it. She allows him to open it and he is surprised at the photo of himself inside of it.

Why would she need this photo?

There’s no purpose for it, she knows what he looks like, and there’s no cover.

Now memories flood his brain, memories of her, of her smile, of her laugh, of the taste of her skin as she lies beneath him.

Too many…

Too many memories…

She sees this internal struggle and…she soothes him, she allows him to clutch to her now, and he’s surprised and thankful.

Behavior such as this gets him refrozen, put back in his place, punished.

She doesn’t look like she wants to punish him and for that he’s also relieved, somehow he can’t imagine her hurting him.

The Winter Soldier does as she says and imagines the memories as raindrops soaking his hair and covering his skin, and then Bucky remembers.

As the final words are said she had told him, “Don’t listen to them, only listen to me okay?”

He had nodded.

She was the only person he ever wanted to listen to ever again.

Bucky blinks.

From moment one the Winter Soldier was taking orders from her over anyone else, she was simply not giving him orders yet. When the Hydra Leader struck her he stepped forward with the intent to kill him, but her gaze held him back.

He didn’t hit her.

He did not hurt her.

Bucky opens his mouth and lets out a shaky sigh of relief.

Her gaze meets his and he brings his left hand up to gently caress her face, a touch she leans into.

“He shouldn’t have hit you,” Bucky says furrowing his brows.

“No, he should not have,” she says shaking her head and smiling up at him.

“I love you,” Bucky says earnestly.

She smiles wide, “I love you too,” and kisses him.

Bucky smiles into the kiss as the water from the showerhead continues to pour over them both.

Oh yeah, she’s definitely the future Mrs. Barnes.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #marvel

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Waiting For Forever Chapter 4

Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader

Summary: You met Bucky for a brief second at Stark Expo back in 1943. Little did you know you would run into him again as you assist Peggy Carter with Captain America. There was just something about the sadness in Bucky’s eyes that night that captured your soul, and he was all you could think about. You have a secret though. You aren’t exactly who he thinks you are.

Warnings: character deaths, mentions of hopelessness, fluff, angst.

Word Count: 5476

A/N: This is my own twist on Captain America: Civil War. It is not 100% accurate, but I wanted to put a little twist to it. Plus, I just loved this idea so much. I added a little Steve x reader in this one given the current situations in the reader’s life at this point. It is kind of a long one, but there was a lot of detail I wanted to add. All mistakes are mine.

Enjoy!

It had been a year since the battle with Ultron. I had lost all hope of finding Bucky again. I was no use on missions for my mind was always clouded, but Steve kept me on the team for some odd reason. I was no help to him. I don’t know why he decided to let me stay. He was good to me. 

I still struggled with the nightmares, but Wanda helped when she could. For about a month now I have been sleeping a little better. She shows me old memories, and turns them into dreams. I usually ask her to show me memories of Bucky.

I was in a deep sleep, whe images of Bucky began to appear. I smile at him happily. It wasn’t the Winter Soldier Bucky, it was my Bucky. The Bucky from 1942.

“Y/n. You look stunning.”

“Thanks Buck.”

“Care to join me in a dance?”

“I would love to.” I smile and he takes my hand. We slowly begin to dance, and he pulls me close.

“I could do this forever.” He smiled

“Me too.”

He spins me around and dips me, staring lovingly into my eyes. I place my hand on the back of his neck, “I love you Bucky.”

“I love you too.” He kisses me softly. I loved the way his soft lips felt against mine. 

We pull away, I look at him, but notice it’s not that Bucky. He smiles at me the same smile. I run my fingers through his long hair, “Bucky?”

“It’s me, doll.” He gently grabs my hand with his metal arm, but it wasn’t his normal arm. It looked new, and I liked it a lot better.

“Is it really you?”

“It’s me, doll. I promise.”

I looked around and saw that all too familiar forest, “Bucky? Where are we?”

“Outside the walls of Wakanda. We’ve been here for the last two years.”

“These woods?”

“No, Wakanda.”

“I see.” I stand up and walk forward a little bit. I felt Bucky’s hand slip from around my waist. I turn around and I see him fall, turning to dust. “Bucky!”

I shoot up in bed, Steve turns on the light, as I attempt to catch my breath. He rubs my back and kisses my head. I lean into his touch.

“It's okay, love. I’m here.” I just nod, as he pulls me into his bare chest. He plays with my hair till “I love you Y/n.” He kisses my head as I drift off to sleep

I stayed in my room most of the day as the memories of the nightmare I had came flooding back. It was my Bucky. He was there. I could touch him. But every time I turn my back, and turn back around, he disappears.

“Hey.”

“Steve.”

“How are you feeling? I know how much these dreams affect you. But you can’t dwell on what happened a year ago. Even if it was some hallucination”

“It was my fault she got to me though. My judgement was clouded, is clouded.”

“You’ll get back out there, but right now I need you.”

“I keep having those nightmares. I know I wake you in the night. It isn’t fair to you.” I say after we pull away.

“I said I would be here for you no matter what, and I mean that.” He kisses my temple.

“I don’t want to drag you down with me, Steve.”

“If you were, I wouldn’t be sitting here.”

I looked him in the eyes, I begged him to let me in his head, but he only showed me the things he wanted me to see. I wish he would just let me in.

“I keep you out for a reason you know.”

“I want to know what is going on, besides the things you allow me to see.”

“You want to know, you can just ask.”

“Tell me what you’re hiding Steve.”

“Rumlow. He was alive. He knew where Bucky was. They got him.”

I couldn’t help, but break down. Steve held me, and just let me let it out. This was the thing I tried to avoid. I wanted to avoid him getting captured and taken away again. 

“H-how?”

“I don’t know.”

“I-I just want him to be okay.” I try to choke out.

“Hey, Rumlow said something about him remembering us before they got him. Not all hope is lost. We will get him back. No matter what it takes.” Steve plays with my hair trying to get me to calm down.

“I just want him to be okay. I don’t want him to suffer.”

“He won’t suffer anymore if I can help it.”

I nod sitting up and drying my tears, “thank you. I’m sorry I get so worked up over him.”

“Don’t be. Come on, the Secretary of State wants to meet with us about something.”

I nod and follow him where everyone was seated at a meeting room table. I sit right next to Steve, grabbing his hand, and playing with his fingers to keep my nerves down. The Secretary of State begins to go over the fact that the Avengers need to be watched at all times, due to incidents like New York and Sokovia. I look away from the screen when Washington shows up. A tear rolls down my cheek as I think about Bucky.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Steve says feeling the teardrop fall on his hand.

The Secretary hands out a booklet and says that the UN will have a meeting about the fate of the Avengers. Then, he left us to talk amongst ourselves. I tried to keep it together, but everyone noticed that I was barely holding on. 

“Y/n, maybe you should go lie down.”

“Steve’s right, you look like a mess.” Tony speaks up.

“I can’t rest. I haven’t been able to sleep through a night in over a year.”

They nod in agreement, and just go back to talking. I just wanted to curl up on the floor, or run and hide. I knew that wasn’t an option, but it didn’t change the fact I still wanted to. I turned to Wanda and wondered if she could maybe take some of my memories of Bucky from before the accident, and have me dream about that instead.

“Wanda? Is there a way you could bring out older memories, and turn those into dreams?”

“I could try. I don’t see why not.”

“Thank you. Just don’t go looking through recent memories. There are some things I don’t want anyone to see.”

“I will do my best.”

“Thank you.”

Soon Steve got up and excused himself. I followed, and I knew something was up. “Steve?”

“Peggy’s gone.”

“Wh-what?”

“Yeah. Passed in her sleep.” He shows me the message.

“Are we going?”

“I am, you need your rest.”

“That’s not fair. She was my friend too. No offense, but I technically knew her longer.”

“Don’t use that against me.”

“Steve, I’m going with you. I deserve a chance to say goodbye don’t I?”

He nods, “sorry. I just...I just wish I got more time with her.”

“How you’re feeling right now, is exactly how I feel with Buck. You had what felt like a lifetime with him, where I didn’t get that long.”

“I’m sorry. I never thought about it like that.”

“Now let’s go say our goodbyes.”

We pack our things and head to London. Peggy’s service was beautiful and fit for a queen. In her own right she really was. She was a good friend to me, and I wished I got to see her one last time before she passed. Steve seemed distraught, and I helped him the best I could, but there is only so much you can do for a grieving man.

We hung around the beautiful church for a while, when Nat showed up. She asked if we were going to sign the accord.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. S.H.I.E.L.D. was an organization created to protect the Avengers. Not completely expose them for the government's sake.”

“I understand, but S.H.I.E.L.D. hasn’t really done a good job of that.”

“It doesn’t operate how it used to. It was meant to conceal and protect those with gifted abilities. To train them to help fight against evil. Now S.H.I.E.L.D. is more of a protection for the public, and the Avengers are those that protect themselves and the people.”

“I agree. I’m not signing the accords. If we do, we lose our right to make any decisions. I’m sorry Nat. Is that why you came?”

“I came so you two wouldn’t be alone.”

Steve offered to walk Sharon to her hotel, so I hung back with Sam.

“I always forget you and Steve are around the same age.”

“Yeah, well, we’ve known each other for forever. Bucky too. Bucky and Steve were best friends before I met them. I was assigned to Peggy’s camp, and Steve’s case back in 1942. I met Bucky the night I left for the base camp where Steve was. We never officially met though. I met Peggy, and got really close with her there. She became my best friend. Especially after I lost the man who was like a father to me.

“I became really close with Steve when I was assigned to travel with him when he was campaigning to recruit abled men for the war. We went to a camp for the 107th. That so happened to be Bucky’s infantry. When Steve discovered more than half the men were captured by Nazis, Peggy, Steve, Howard, and I all led a rescue mission to save them. 

“After a few days of hearing nothing the colonel decided to pronounce everyone, including Steve, dead. Just then all these soldiers rush to the main gate into the camp, and all I see is a hug group of men walking in. That’s when I saw him, the man that had been on my mind for months, maybe even a year at this point. I knew, then and there, that I was in love. He was so handsome, and held himself high. 

“When he recognized me, he called me the woman who saved his life. That made me so happy. I knew that this decision of giving my whole life to this man, would be the best decision I ever made. That was, till the world came crashing down. I didn’t want to know what life would be like without him, but I soon found out. 

“Not long after I lost Bucky, I lost Steve too. Peggy and I grew even closer to help mend our broken hearts. She eventually moved on and had kids of her own, but I never did. Bucky was, is, the only man for me. I will stop at nothing to find him.”

Sam smiles, but it fades as he looks at his phone, “we gotta find Steve, you guys need to see something.”

We find Steve and follow Sharon up to her room. We turn on the TV and the news is plastered with the bombing at the Vienna accord signing. Then, I hear the news reporter say his name, James Buchanan Barnes. I looked away, this wasn’t real. This wasn’t my Bucky. It couldn’t have been my Bucky.

“We’re going to find him.”

“I’m coming with you, and don’t you dare try to stop me.”

“I’m not. I think it’ll be good for him to see you. It may help jog his memory.”

“Good.”

Steve, Sam, and I all disguise ourselves. I sit next to Sam in a little cafe, while Steve talks to Nat. I knew that this wasn’t going to end well, but if it meant getting Bucky back, then it’s what had to be done. Sharon handed us a file which had his location pinpointed.

Steve and I headed to the location, and found the place we believed he was hiding out. It was a dingy little apartment, but it looked like someone had recently been there.

“Steve I have a bad feeling.”

“It’ll be alright.”

“German forces are on their way.” Sam commed

I nod and look around the kitchen while Steve looks at a notebook. I sense someone else and turn around, “Cap.”

Steve turns around to see Bucky standing there, “do you know me?”

“You’re Steve. I read about you in a museum.”

“They have the place surrounded.” Sam comms again.

“Bucky, we want to help you.” I try to soothe and calm him so he doesn’t bolt.

“I wasn’t in Vienna. I don’t do that anymore.”

“People are looking for you. People who want you dead.”

“Smart. Tactical.”

“Don’t say that Buck. You don’t deserve to die.”

“They have entered the building.”

“I believe you Buck. I do.” I smile gently at him.

“I know you pulled me from the river. Why?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know.”

“They’re on the roof, I’m compromised.”

“We don’t have to fight Buck.”

“It always ends with a fight.” Bucky removes his glove revealing his metal arm.

Suddenly, a bomb is thrown in a window, and Bucky kicks it to us. Steve covers it with his shield, as bullets fly from every which way. Everything was happening so fast, soon men were breaking through the window. I followed Bucky out as Steve shoved me to follow him. I could read Bucky’s mind and he didn’t want to hurt anyone. He just wanted to stop all this nonsense, adn live a semi-normal life. As normal as someone like him could. 

I follow him out as he jumps across to another building, grabbing the bag he threw. I follow him swiftly having mastered the art of bending wind at this point. On the other side we are met by someone in a black suit. I hide behind one of the air vents as he fights the man in the suit. I figured he was some hero of some sort who wanted Bucky dead as much as the rest of the world did.

Steve comms our location then jumps over, and follows us as I follow Bucky and the unknown figure into the busy streets. Steve and I ran as fast as we could to try and keep up. I couldn’t lose Bucky, not when we’re this close to getting him back. Steve eventually stops a cop car and pulls the cop out and we hop in.

We were weaving through traffic when the unknown figure hops on the back of the car. I then see Bucky grab a motorcycle and hop on, “Steve we can’t let him get away. We’re so close.”

“I know. Just hold on tight.”

He picks up speed, but we see that the bridge ahead has been blown up, I hop out and glide through the debris. Steve hops out and starts running as the car flips. It’s not long before we are all stopped, and surrounded. The police tackle Bucky, and cuff Steve, Sam, and I.

We are taken to a building in Berlin. I couldn’t help but be shaken up at the whole fact that I may lose Bucky yet again. I knew this time no one was going to comfort me. We were brought inside, and the shield and wings were taken in as evidence. I look back at Bucky one last time, and he surprisingly gives a reassuring smile. I tried to smile back, but the doors closed before I could. 

Nat meets us as we walk into a glass hallway. I ignore her like I had everyone at this point. We walk into a room where Stark is sat talking. Again, I ignore whatever he was babbling on about. I go and sit quietly. 

“Now my question is what she is still doing here?” Stark said harshly.

“Don’t want me here? Then give me the same treatment as Bucky.”

“Stop with that will ya? You act like your life is so hard.”

“It is hard! I lost the man who I looked at as a father figure 76 years ago! I lost the man that I loved 75 years ago! I lost one of my best friends 30 years ago! I got the man that I loved back! He saved my life in Washington! Now I have to sit here and watch you tear him apart! I just lost my best friend a few days ago! The woman who put my heart back together after it had been torn out three times! So don’t tell me I don’t have a hard life! I’m cursed. Everyone I ever got close to is dead. Tell me then Stark? Tell me how that is fair for anyone?”

He stays quiet but glares.

“I’m not going anywhere. As long as Bucky is here, I’m staying.”

He nods and goes to Steve showing him something. They started talking about Howard and I started to tear up.

“You knew my father? See I never knew that. Not like you’ve said it a thousand times” Stark said sarcastically.

Steve and him begin to argue, and I just turn my attention to the screen where Bucky’s face is plastered on. I just wanted to wreak havoc and get him out of there, but I knew that would be worse than just sitting here. A man talking to him kept trying to get him to talk, but the thing that broke my heart the most was what he responded with.

“My name is Bucky.” His voice cracked a bit, and I couldn’t help but feel so back for him.

The guy kept trying to talk to him, but Bucky didn’t want to talk. He sounded horrible, and I couldn’t take it. Then, the power went out. 

“Steve, get me in close. I have a bad feeling.”

“Got it.”

I ran out and headed down to where I saw the doors close. I phase through the wall, and I see the man holding a book with a black star on it.

“Oh no.” Bucky mumbled.

The man begins to read in Russian. I didn’t know what it meant, but I felt this guy was most likely from HYDRA.

I close my eyes, and enter Bucky’s mind, “Bucky, you can fight this. I know you can. Focus on my voice and my voice alone. I’m right here.”

He screamed in agony as the guy kept reading. I knew I was losing him, but I had to try. Bucky broke out of the chamber, and kneeled down. The man asked ‘soldier’ and Bucky responded with ‘ready to comply’. It was over. He was gone. I leaned against the wall as a tear streamed down my face.

Soon Steve walked around the corner, and I tried to stop him, but I couldn’t. He walked right past me, even as I grabbed his arm. I see Bucky punch the wall and grab Sam, throwing him into the chamber.

“Sam!” I rush over to him.

The man says to grab me, but Bucky responds with, “she isn’t my mission,” in russian.

“She is now.”

Bucky rushes me, as Steve tries to stop him. He grabs me by the throat and flings me and Steve in the elevator making us fall down. I groan in pain, as I attempt to catch my breath. Steve begins to climb up a chain back to the top. I help and send a gust of wind to help us both. We race to the rooftop, and Steve grabs the landing rail. I sent a gust of wind to help him out a little bit. It does for a second, but Bucky then turns the helicopter back at us. I ascend in the air hoping Steve is able to avoid the propellers.

Steve stands up, and looks inside the cabin. Bucky grabs him by the throat as the helicopter begins to make its way to the edge. I try to get down fast enough to help pull it up, but I’m too late. It falls into a body of water below. I kneel down thinking I’ve lost them both. I then see Steve pop up out of the water, and breathe a huge sigh of relief.

Sam, and I meet Steve at a warehouse where he has Bucky’s metal arm pinned so he can’t escape easily. I stay by his side the whole time, till he is awake. “Hey Buck.”

“Y/n, don’t get too close.”

“I’m being careful.” I smile.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?”

“Your mom’s name was Sarah. You used to wear newspaper’s in your shoes.” Bucky responded.

“Can’t learn that in a museum.” Steve smirked.

“Just like that we’re supposed to believe him?” Sam questioned.

“What happened?”

“Enough.”

“I knew this would happen. Everything HYDRA had embedded in my head. All he had to say were the goddamn words.”

“Buck, it's okay.” I caress his cheek, and he leans into it.

“Who was he?”

“I don’t know.”

“Come on, you have to do a little better than I don’t know.”

“Steve.”

“It’s okay, doll. He wanted to know about Siberia. He wanted to know exactly where I was kept.”

I played with Bucky’s hair feeling him get anxious. I tried to do everything I could to soothe him.

“Why would he need to know that?”

“Because I’m not the only Winter Soldier.”

They start talking about these other Winter Soldiers. As Sam and Steve go and talk to one another I stay with Bucky.

I sensed something deep inside him that I never felt before. I held him close, and I felt his other hand wrap around me. “I’m here, Buck. Just like I said I would.”

“I’m sorry I ran.”

“It’s okay. You’re back this time. For real.”

He smiles up at me, “I didn’t know when you would be back, and your security system went all haywire. I figured someone tried to break in, so I ran. That was after Steve came for this.” His right hand lets go of my hip, and gently grabs the locket.

“H-he was in your apartment? You knew where he was all this time?” Steve asked, walking back over.

“Steve, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but…”

“I made her promise. I saved her in Washington. Brought her to her place. Gave her my location.”

“You knew where he was that entire year and you didn’t tell me?”

“I kind of did. He was the friend I told you about.”

“Oh jeez. No wonder you called him James.”

“What?” Bucky looks between us confused.

“He was the one I was on the phone with after Ultron, yes.”

“What happened on the mission? I wasn’t able to reach you again. That’s another reason why I ran. I couldn’t get a hold of you.”

“I chucked my phone at a wall to protect you. Ultron could have leaked your location, leading HYDRA right to you. I couldn’t have that.”

Sam, and Steve start contacting people to recruit to help. I just stayed put. I didn’t know anyone useful other than the people Steve was contacting.

“Why not join them?”

“I would rather stay by your side. See my real Bucky Barnes again.” I smile and brush the hair out of his face. 

He smiles up at me, “just as pretty as the night I first saw you.”

“You’re just as handsome, Buck.”

“Come on lovebirds we’re leaving.” Steve calls out.

We get in a small car and head out to meet Sharon. I stay as close to Bucky as possible. I felt safe, and happy once again. We get to the meeting point and Steve gets out.

“Can you move your seat?”

“No.”

I scoot over more for Bucky so he can move and be comfortable. We all watch as Steve and Sharon talk before he leans in and kisses her. I was happy he found someone. I’m glad we could both be happy once more. I squeeze Bucky’s hand and he smiles at me.

We get to the airport where we meet up with Barton and Wanda. I stay with Bucky on the other side of the car, knowing that he seems calmer when I’m by his side.

Someone else gets out of the van that Barton was in. I didn’t recognize him at all, but Steve seemed to appreciate the fact he decided to join us. An announcement went off saying that the airport was shutting down. We all knew this was Tony’s doing. We all suited up and prepared for whatever was going to happen next.

“Whatever happens, I’m staying with you.”

“Y/n, you’re with me on this one. I’m sorry.” Steve says.

I nod and look at Bucky, “be careful.”

“I promise.” He smirks and kisses me.

“Y/n, now.”

“Alright, alright.”

I follow Steve to the chopper where we are met by Tony. He went on and on about how he didn’t want to tear the Avengers apart, but we all knew that signing the accord would end us. I even knew that. Stark then calls upon someone, and the shield flies out of Steve’s hands, which were now trapped in a web.

“Y/n, you don’t have to do this.”

“You’re right Nat, but if it means Bucky and I get to be together again. I have to do whatever it takes. He’s innocent in all of this.”

Steve then raises his arms and Barton shoots away the webs, as Scott doubles in size knocking the kid in a spider suit down, and hands Cap back the shield. Once Tony got everyone else's location I booked it. I ran straight for Bucky.

“Y/n this is the plan.”

“Screw your plan. I’m protecting Bucky. You messed that up for me once. I ain’t letting it happen again.”

I follow the kid into the building as he tackles Sam. I run to Bucky who goes to punch him. The kid seemed way too fascinated by the fact Bucky had a metal arm, that he didn’t see Sam coming. Bucky and I try to make sure that the kid’s attention stayed on Sam. Bucky rushes at Sam to help him get loose from the webs, but he too got webbed. After Sam sends Red Wing to carry him off I run over to help them get out of their webs.

We ran out to head to the hanger where the aircraft was. There we met up with the others. But that’s not all, we are stopped by vision and the others. We knew what had to be done. Bucky’s life was on the line, so was the fate of the team. We may have been torn apart then, but it wasn’t just our fault. Everyone was to blame.

I stay as close to Bucky as possible. I couldn’t lose him, not this time. With the force of his metal arm, and me using the wind to my advantage, I’m able to keep the punches minimal. Bucky and I run to hide, so he can talk to Steve. We were in agreement that we needed to get to that plane, and quick. Sam told us he would figure out a way to stall Vision so we could get on that plane, even if it meant that the others didn’t make it. Scott said he had a plan, and on his signal we needed to run.

In a moment's time, we see Scott get huge. We take that as the signal and start running. The others start to chase after us to stop us. Vision sees what we were planning and tries to stop us. I push me and the other two under the debris. In the hanger we are met by Nat. She stops T’Challa from stopping us, and lets us head to the plane.

We get in and Steve takes off. This was it. Bucky was going to be free at last. I sit next to him and grab his hand tight, “this is it Buck. You’ll finally be free of all of this.”

He squeezes my hand tight smiling, “was all this worth it though?” Am I worth it?”

“Yes Bucky. To me you are worth everything. Everything.”

“You didn’t choose what happened to you all those years.” Steve chimed in

“Yeah, but I still did it.”

“That doesn’t matter Buck. You had no control. HYDRA was in control of you.”

He just nods. I squeeze his hand tight to reassure him that I was here no matter what happens. We landed and the two of them head inside. I wait and stand guard at the ship. I hoped everything would be okay, but I wasn’t ready for another fight. I kept close eyes through Bucky’s mind. 

When Stark showed up, I felt things would go south fast. I turned my attention to Steve. I watched what was unfolding on the tiny screen. The man I saw was not my Bucky. My Bucky was inside trying to fight to stay alive. As Cap, and Tony began to fight I knew that things would go even further south. Bucky attempted to get away, but Stark shot the hinges of the escape door, making Bucky fall.

The three men fought hard. Bucky went for Stark, and took off his chest plate, but at the cost of his arm. Stark took one hit at Bucky and he was down. Steve could feel me, and pushed me out. I sat there waiting for them to return. I feared they wouldn’t. Soon they did, and I ran to help Rogers get Bucky into the ship.

King T’Challa allowed us to bring Bucky to his home. He offered to help us give Bucky peace of mind. We agreed, but I knew it meant saying goodbye again. I didn’t want to, but I knew it was the right thing.

“Buck. I’m going to miss you.” I hug him tightly and kiss him one last time.

“It’s for the best, doll.” He wipes a stray tear away.

I nod, “I love you, Barnes. I will never stop loving you.”

He smiles and stands up going to the cryo chamber. Steve puts a hand on my shoulder. I touch his hand as I watch Bucky fall into the deep sleep. I squeeze Steve’s hand. He leads us out to look at the view. He was going to be okay here. I just couldn’t bring myself to leave him.

“Your friend and my father were both victims in this.”

“Thank you for doing this.” Steve said.

“I figured if I could bring one person peace of mind, I was doing something right.”

“Thank you, your highness.” I spoke up.

“You know what they will do if they find him here.”

“They will have a hard time trying.”

“Come on Y/n.”

“Thank you again, your highness. Take good care of him for us.”

“Y/n is it? How would you like to stay in Wakanda as an honorary guest?”

“W-Wakanda?”

“I think it’ll be nice for you.” Steve chimed in smiling.

“I-I would love to, your highness,” I turn to Steve, “sure you’ll be okay without me?”

“I think it’ll be good for you to be near him. Give you peace of mind.” He smirks.

“What about the nightmares?”

“I’m sure that they will stop. You have him back.”

“What about us? What about you?”

“I’ll be fine. As for us, it was a fragile thing. One of the best years of my life though, but have the love of your life back. I’ll find someone. Maybe.”

“You better Rogers,” I giggle, “don’t be a stranger.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He walks out, and I look back out. Wondering what new adventure this place would bring, but I couldn’t help feel this tugging in the back of my mind. An all to familiar scene playing over and over.

“Is something the matter?”

“Your highness, is Wakanda protected by a wall?”

He just chuckles, “no. We are protected by a bubble. Our own protective shield. No one can get through without strict permission.”

I nod, “do you believe in those who can see the future?”

“Never met someone who could, why?”

“I feel like my nightmares aren't just nightmares. I sense danger will be coming.”

“When it does, we will be waiting.”

He leads me outside. It looked so beautiful. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Welcome to Wakanda.”

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'Taken away' :New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Taken away"

Chapter Summary : Bell is recovering from her gunshot wounds she obtained after her last mission.....

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In just one night, I had the impressions to revisit my worst nightmares. Things I'm trying to fight for days.....two weeks actually. I'm still facing the memories and nightmares where 'The Winter Soldier' was created and I'm trying at my best to stop thinking to be a brutal person. I tried but that night make me do a step back due to how I did neutralize those guards at the nightclub's bar. I'm trying to fight Adler's control and perversion above me and in one night....I did a step back and he was the one who did this to me.

The worst of it is that he didn't disturb him at all to control, I think that he liked that and missed that for 3 years.....and then, I realized that I was shot just next to my right kidney. I was thinking that I was going to die after that shot, after those traumatisms that came back to me. I was starting to lose control and my blood further once I was brought into the car by Park before we drove away. Before shutting my eyes, the only thing I saw was Park's face worried, fearing to lose me as much I was fearing to die. I slowly passed out on the way back to the safehouse, hoping I will live another day.....

I don't know where I was but by looking around me, I was surrounded by multiple flaming buildings and wrecks of vehicles and tanks. The place....it was situed somewhere in the desert but I couldn't tell exactly where it was, more looking somewhere maybe in the Middle-East or in a part of the Soviet Union. By watching the scene, I was the only survivor of what just happened and it was so fucking bad.

I wasn't standing up at all....because I was wounded at my legs, having a bullet hole in each one of them but it didn't stop here. The left part of my uniform especially the coat sleeve part was burned and I was also shot at my right shoulder, making me suffering so much pain in my body. I couldn't move at all, just looking at the skies invaded by the black smokes of the burning surroundings and hearing the flames consuming the place.

Suddenly, a much louder noise was starting to be heard at my ears until I start to saw a helicopter ready next to me. I didn't move at all, didn't smiled too but I was just trying to  stay alive as long as I can. The helicopter landed before I could see some people running towards me, leaded by....Freya.

"Fre-......Frey-......Freya !" I tried to speak but my voice were hurting me a lot like if I was punched in the throat so hard by someone.

"Yirina !" She exclaimed, getting next to me before she checked all my body and seeing its state. "Shit." She whispered as others soldiers approached me as well, mostly medical personal. "Quick, get her in the chopper !"

I was then transported by 4 fours mens inside the cargo hold of the helicopter before they put me gently on the cargo hold ground of it. I was scared, breathing a lot as those mens were near me and I was thinking that they were going to hurt me so with some part of my strenght remaining, I tried to struggle to move my arms and with so much pain my legs before Freya arrived to put her hands on me, especially on my shoulders, avoiding the wounded part.

"Don't panick, Yiri !" She said, holding my shoulders as I was still moving

"They want.....want to hurt me." I told her, so scared by these mens even she was there for me, I was so lost in that helicopter. "Let me go.....let me go, please." I started to cry in front of everyone, asking to leaving me

"We're here to save you, not hurting you." She explained to me, giving me a good look before she looked at the man at my left. "Stop being brutal with her, you're hurting her !" Her voice was sounding very angry, releasing her anger to that guy.

"It's not my fault if she is moving around and complicating our job." The man defended himself before Freya grabbed him by his collar, in a fury.

"Listen to me..." She started, enraged, holding that man like that with her right hand"If she dies because of you, you're next in line, understood ?"

"Okay, okay !" He exclaimed, Freya releasing him as the others started to hold me with less force with their hands, not wanting to hurt me and to suffer Freya's fury on them. The man started to unwrap some medicals tools out of his medic box "I need you to hold her at her shoulders and give her something that she can put in her mouth." Freya complied and the others too, them, holding my legs. She gave me a tissue that she put in my mouth to contain me.

"It's gonna hurt ?" Freya asked to him, he nodded

"I will first remove the bullet she had at her right shoulder, it's gonna hurt. Hold her still." He ordered as he started to move with his tools to my gunshot wound at my shoulder. I tried to take a deep breath but that piece of tissue in my mouth was avoiding me to breath "Grigoriev, stay still."

It was hurting me as he was, with his tools, trying to remove the bullet of my wound and each movement he was doing to remove it was making me want to move but with the others around me, holding me, it was impossible. I screamed, the tissue in my mouth when the bullet was finally removed from me, making my head move a little.

"It's okay, Yiri." Freya grinned as I was looking worried before she moved to get that tissue out of my mouth. The doctor was getting started to move at my legs as his mens were getting next to my upper body to start wrapping some bandages around my wound,

"You're safe now, no one will ever hurt you !"

Another troubling memory...still fearing to die and that fear is still present today in me but I think I need to fight that fear even if I'm believing that it was in me for a long time, impossible to remove, but I will have to do this anyways, one day. Hopefully, when I opened my eyes again, I was relieved to live another day, awakening in the medical room of the safehouse and like before I closed my eyes, the first thing I was able to see was Park standing at the end of the bed, looking at me, worried.

She was looking more happy when she saw me opening my eyes and I could see that she wanted to take me in her arms but she wouldn't want to hurt me and the others came in, having heard Park saying that I was awake. They announced to me that the bullet didn't do any bad damage on me, almost having hit my right kidney in the process but having me moving quickly allowed me to survive the shot. Adler was the only one to not come as the others explained that Park heard him saying the key-phrase to me and forbidden him to come see me after I was brought here.

I wanted to get up but they advised me to stay in bed for some days, wanting me to recover at 100% and not wanting me to hurt myself at work again like that. They were right as where I was shot was still giving me pain each time I moved my legs even if it was still healing and wrapped by some bandages. During 4 days, I followed their advices to stay in bed, sometimes giving me visit to see how I was, to give me food and drinks and Park gave me my book, allowing me to write in case I've got memories back.

I didn't have big memories coming back...well, I've had nothing coming back to me during these days, avoiding me to write in the book expect for updating some parts of the book like the description of my friends. Apart from that, nothing big actually happened in four days in work as Perseus was still struggling with the loss of 'Bonnie Blue' but her death by Adler didn't stop the arms trafficking, meaning that someone took the lead from it, the 'Nuit Blanche' was closed until further notice. Park was the one to give me updates on the situations and she was also staying a lot with me, trying to recomfort me.

Finally, after 5 days, I was finally able to move my legs and it was better for me to get up and to join the others after I put a shirt to cover myself as I was already in the same pants I had fours days ago. Once I was ready, I started to walk to get out of the medical room to get inside the main room.

"Guess who's back alive." Woods was the first person that spoke, seeing me walking out of the medical room as he started to walk in my direction.

"Finally, we were awaiting that moment for so long."  Mason followed, behind Woods as the latter was offering his hand for me.

"It's nice to see you from that height." I joked, causing the boys to laugh and smile at me as I shook hands with Woods before I moved to shook hands with Mason.

"You are really a damn warrior." Woods affirmed, looking at me proudly "I thought that you will stay in that bed for more days but look at you : in great shape !"

"I can say that." I exclaimed before I looked behind them to discover Park, grinning at me and slowly walking towards me "Hey, Park." I waved with a low voice and without warning me, she put her arms around my shoulders to hug me and to be with her, I reciprocated by putting my arms around her....we were doing a friendly hug in front of Mason & Woods.

"I'm happy to see you back on feet." She whispered to me

"I know, me too." I told her before we withdrawed from each others with an smile, we would have liked to kiss but with Woods & Mason near us, it's better to stay low for the moment. "Where's Sims and Adler ?" I asked to them

"Gone to meet an CIA agent in the city." Woods replied

"For ?" I continued

"It's for having more intels about the supposed buyer in Irak and to try to have some on the politician in the US." Mason finished before I started to walk slowly near the dashboard, followed by them.

"There's nothing else ?" I said, looking at the dashboard, trying to find if there's anything new to it.

"Apart for that nightclub to be closed down because of what happened, nothing big occured except with the part that the arms trafficking is still under way." Park responded, leaning herself on her desk. "We're suspecting that one of those three buyers took the lead." I looked at the dashboard, precisely where I did put the initals of those buyers Park mentioned, seeing each one of them : R.D, A.R and H.S.....Harry Stone, the only one that we know exactly.

"I think Harry Stone is the one who's leading that business now." I suggested, looking at Park who were biting her lips, joining her hands together...looking worried. "An ex-SAS soldier is an expert in firearms and since he travels a lot, he can train Perseus troops and manage that business." I looked at Mason & Woods, wondering what they were thinking about it

"You're maybe right..." Woods started, putting his hand on his chin, thinking "I can't see an Irakian general in the middle of a war doing this, even less for an politician in the United States."

"Same thinking with my buddy here." Mason said, nudging a little Woods for fun, making me smile before I looked at Park, still looking worried and in her thoughts.

"Park, what do you think ?" I questioned and surprisely, she almost jumped from her desk because of me. "You're okay ?" I told her, curious of her

"Yeah, I'm okay." She responded, trying to concentrate back on herself "To answer you, I'm think you're right." Her answer make me look back at the dashboard, thinking that I accidently scared her as she was in her thoughts.

"So now, we have to wait until Sims & Adler come back, right ?" I asked....maybe to everyone.

"Yeap." Woods was the one to asnwer my question first before I started to hear him and Mason walking away, maybe going back to their workplaces or maybe going to take a beer in the fridge. I finally get my eyes off the dashboard.....before I could see Park next to me, holding a jacket in hand and handing it to me.

"What are you doing ?" I asked, confused

"You don't remember what you said yesterday ?" She said in a lovely voice, grinning to me "You promised me that when you will be up that we will get some ice creams." She raised an eyebrow, mentioning a private discussion I had with her yesterday in the night before she left me to go to sleep.

"Oh yeah, I remember !" I exclaimed....semi-enthusiastic "I thought you said that I was joking about it !" I added, never thinking that she really wanted to do that.

"I never said that." She affirmed, still holding the jacket in hand before I finally decide to take the jacket and put it on me. "Now, let's go get our ice creams, I know a perfect place for that."

In less than a minute, we prepared ourselves to go out of the safehouse to get our ice creams, I did take my M1911 in case. We are maybe fighters and spies but if we can just profit of trying to live a normal life for just an moment in our days, could make us happy womens. I think it was cool from Park to organize that for me, maybe thinking that I needed to destress from work a moment since I've been working non-stop for days even if during my days in bed, I didn't work at all, letting the others doing it.

Of course, since she was the one who gave me a chance to have at least a peaceful moment since I woke up, she was the one to drive and of course, she didn't tell me absolutely where we were going, quoting that 'it was a surprise for me'. Each time I was trying to know, she was either saying that or instead, a little lovely 'Ssshhhhh'. During the drive, we didn't put any radios on as she preferred to have her thoughts cleared and not invaded by music for the moment, explaining that she wanted to have a single moment alone with me.

After 5 minutes, we finally arrived at the place she brought me : a typical american diner just next to the border with the GDR called 'Sunny Diner'. The place was looking beautiful to see :very shiny, very....american. By looking at it, I had a weird impression that I did come here before but I couldn't remember when exactly....maybe it was just a dream like that I did about the place or something I can't really explain at all.

We entered the diner, Park first, and we installed ourselves in a empty table. There weren't a lot of people at this time : it was after noon and there were just some people at the bar and few at the tables. A waitress quickly came and we ordered our ice creams and by the odds, me & Park chose the same flavor : strawberry. We both laughed about it as we both said it at the same time and once our order were done, we waited at least 2 minutes before our ice creams cup were there.

We started to eat and during our discussion, I could feel her right leg stroking mine all time and it was arousing me by an lot. Of course, I stayed focused in our discussion where we talked about herself as I wanted to know more about her : she told me when she joined the MI6, some of her various missions she has done in her firsts years but also, she opened herself to talk about her family : she has two brothers, one younger as the other....well, he died in a IRA attack in 1973 and that was her reason to join the MI6.

I was touched while listening to her story and I was quite happy to learn more about her. We were nearly finished when something in my mind came in,

"Park, can I ask you something ?" I started, having finished my ice cream cup before as she was still finishing it.

"Sure." She said, almost surprised as she was looking outside, her spoon in her right hand.

"Uhm..." I took a breath, getting my arms on the table, trying to not screwing my question over by my other thoughts. "Well, each time Stone's name is mentioned, I see you getting either troubled or lost....is there something wrong about him that I don't know ?" At hearing my question, she stopped every movements she was doing, looking like I said, troubled.

"I don't know if I can talk about this." She exclaimed, putting her hands on the table and trying to not look me in the eyes, like she hide something. I reacted by gently putting my hand over the top of hers.

"You talked about yourself." I affirmed to her, giving her an smile "I'm ready to know more." I didn't remove my hand from hers, still smiling before she nod to me and took a deep breath

"Okay." She whispered to herself as she redressed herself on her seat "Stone....was an old friend of mine." When I heard that, I understand why she was not okay each time Stone was said. "During an long time between 1975 and 1980 with him, we formed a friendly group composed of me, two others MI6 agent, an BND agent and him, an SAS soldier."

"Something bad happened, I guess ?" I asked, curious to hear that story, she nodded.

"In 1980, one of our missions goes to shit : we needed to destroy an soviet complex used for holding an nerve gas but during the mission, Stone and one of my friends in the MI6 'died'." She responded, breathing at the end of it, her voice cracking at the last word

"Faking their deaths...." I whispered to myself and somehow, she heard me

"During all these times, these two were Perseus agents and I learned it the hard way a year ago when we started to work on a mysterious project called 'Goldeneye'." So, that was the operation Belikov mentioned 2 weeks ago when I go to his place. "Stone was the one in charge and the other.....well, she was her lieutenant for it."

"How did you learn of it ?"  I questioned her

"A anonymous person asked me to encounter 'the one in charge' as he was apparently knowing me and it was at this moment I saw him."  She scratched the back of her head, not giving for me enough details but I preferred to not get too deep in it

"Must be hard to tell yourself that one of the friends you've been mourning for years is in fact a enemy." I admitted to her, moving my hand to get under hers.

"In the old days, Stone was like an hero to us but now, we all know his true state." She looked at me with narrowed eyes, taking my hand in hers "I just want sometimes to feel that he was never like that."

"I said that to myself sometimes too." I told her as it was also something I was dreaming : What if I was never just an Perseus agent ?

"Listen." She leaned from her seat, getting her head close to me "Maybe you did bad things but yourself, you know that you're not like that, you showed it to me and the others."

"I did." I said in a low voice

"Us....me, I will make sure that you will have what you want." She stated, making me things of what I wanted for me for the future

"Seeing my friends again, my path to redeem myself and......to be with you ?" I affirmed, looking at her with lovely eyes and saying the whole

"Everything at once." She said before she finally approached me to kiss me on the lips, putting her both hands on my face, giving a kiss I was waiting for days now since we weren't really able to do it even when we were alone. We broke the kiss after a long minute. "I think we should go back to the safehouse."

"I would have liked more moments like this." I whispered to her before she got up from her

"Me too." She then take a breath as she was putting her jacket back on her "We will have more time, don't worry !" She added, giving me an smile as I got up too.

Once we have finished to put our jacket on, we started to go out of the diner, not forgetting to pay for our ice creams....she payed for me and her....and then, we got back to her car, and once we were fully seated in the car, Park drove off the place as she preferred to drive herself even if I proposed myself to do it. It's not 3 years in a coma that were going to stop me to drive....it was her who did. At least, I know that she will give me one day, the chance to finally drive myself a car or something that I can drive.

In our way back, she finally decided to put the radio on maybe to remove from her thoughts what she said to me about Stone and I can understand that by the tone she has taken when she talked about him to me. We didn't talk too much in the first minutes, either giving each other some smile before getting focused back on the road again. At one moment, we were stopped at a redlight awaiting it to go to green, allowing us to pass and in a second, my thoughts were troubled by something until the light goes to green, allowing us to go through the crowded intersection.....

But at the middle of the intersection, suddenly, a car coming from the left intentionally hit the back of ours at full speed, causing our car to deviate from its path and sending us off the road, the car hitting violently a pole and making us blackout from the accident. When I opened back my eyes, I could see the smoke of our car's engine going out, the window broken down and Park....still alive but unconsious from the shock, I tried to wake her up but nothing was helping me. I could feel a little bit of blood on my face, some parts of the window making some cut in it.

I don't know how I was able to survive that accident as it was pretty brutal and my body was feeling it a lot. The seatbelt protected me but my left arm was in a big pain as it has gone against the door when the car hit the pole. I was breathing a lot, feeling the blood going down some parts of my face, especially on the cheeks and next to my lips.

I started to unbuckle my seatbelt and when I was done, I could see 2 people coming towards us....masked people.....Perseus...By seeing them, I realized that they have been following us since we left the diner to go back at the safehouse but why striking us now instead of having everyone in the safehouse ? When I saw them, I decided to act like if I was still knocked down, taking out my M1911 and hiding it from their sight with my right hand. I closed my eyes, acting....

"Shit, they're alive ?" One of them said, worried

"Of course, they have to be, ducon !" The other exclaimed, annoyed by his friend. He was sounding french and his last word showed me that it was indeed french....a bad word.

"So, we have to take the two of them ?"  The first one asked to the french guy as he was opening the door.

"Are you gonna stop asking questions ?" The french was getting angry as I could hear him finally opening the door widely "No, we only need the british cunt, orders from the top, the other.....she's nothing for us !" Nothing.....really ? They could take me but instead, they take Park away and by that, I couldn't let this happen...Why her ? "Come on, help me out to transport her to the van."  He added as he was getting Park out, helped by his friend and it was at this moment I decided to stop acting.

Once they got Park out of the car, not wanting to hit her in case, I opened my eyes and then I aimed towards the first guy I saw before shooting him in the back of the head, making him fall in front of him. I tried to shoot the other guy but instead, I start to hear some gunshot coming towards me....a van positioned in the middle of the intersection with an guy armed with an XM4 shooting at the car. I reacted quickly, opening the door at my side to get out of the car and to protect myself from the bullets.

I checked my gun mag in case....only 6 bullets and by my no-luck, it was the only mag I have bring with me, meaning that I can't miss my shot at all. During all of that, the guy aiming with his XM4 don't stop firying at me until I waited for the right time as he was reloading to go out of cover and perfectly, from an distance, to have him. At this moment, I could see Park dragged inside the van by 2 others masked persons that I tried to stop but before I could shot any bullet, I was suddenly tackled to the ground by an another person.

"Get the cunt out of here, I'll find you at the meeting point !" He shouted to his friends as he was holding me in the ground, it was the same french guy who was talking bad about Park. I watched in horror as the van left the scene, going away and in a instant, I could feel all the rage inside me growing in.

"You son of a bitch !" I yelled before I give a knee kick right in the nuts and then, I make him go away from me by pushing him backwards with my feets.

"Espèce de salope !" He said, angry in his french voice as he was trying to get up again but I was more faster as I grabbed my M1911 I had in hand by the cannon and I hit him in the face with the stock of my gun, knocking him out.

I wanted to kill him but....he was the only one that could tell me where did they sent Park away and why they took only her and not me too. That was questions I wanted to ask but not right here as they were going to have a lot of witnesses and maybe the police to arrive soon. I had to bring this guy with me back to the safehouse and interrogate him by myself. I looked around to see if there were an empty car that I could take since ours were completely destroyed and smoking.

I found one pretty quickly just at a few meters from me and I decided to steal it. I grabbed the unconscious french guy, dragging him on the ground and when I arrived near the car, I broke the window of the driver seat and open the door from the inside. Then, I dragged the guy on the backseats, making sure that he wasn't acting like me. I managed to start the car engine like if I remembered to steal some cars....that's weird, Yiri !....and then, I looked at him, with an deadly glare before I drove off the scene,

"You and I.....we will have a talk !"

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As Fate Would Have It (part 21)

Paring: WinterSoldier!Bucky x Spy!Reader

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Warnings: Themes of mental illness, violence... eh, some other stuff.

Note: tripple post! | Vocabulary: Snezhinka is russian for ‘Snowflake’ and  Vot der'mo  roughly translates to ‘Shit’. Also, Voroshilov is a tank named after a military general.

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Your white tactical gear was washed out by the snowy terrain. Alexei held two unconscious guards under his shoulders by the necks. He dropped them with a loud thud.

You checked your guns clips and silencer twice before kneeling next to the facility’s baulky doors. Your knife working to remove a panel to reveal intricate wiring. You wanted to square away any doubts before charging headfirst into trouble. Unlike the last time you did something risky, you didn’t want there to be any doubt.

“Alexei,” you said, stripping wires. “I need to know something.”

Alexei sighed, his big chest deflating more than you thought possible. He knew what was coming. It was obvious. “You need to know what, Snezhinka?”

“When I was a spider—” your saliva went dry. “When I was a Blackwidow…I did things.”

Alexei huffed, warm breath mixing with the crisp air. He sniffled, “We’ve all done things.”

The wires sparked and your fingers gained a burn mark, “I know. But I did something and I think I’m responsible for…your eye. And I think you’ve known this since before we met.”

The door opened and you stood to face Alexei. Guards on the other end of the corridor raised their weapons. You fired two precise shots. The silencer as quiet as a mouse. The guards dropped to the floor not as quietly.

“I gave them the research. For their super soldier project. Kathy said—”

“She wasn’t delusional,” Alexei said in confirmation. “It is as you think. The boy she spoke of was me.”

You narrowed your eyes to focus on his facial twitches, “And you don’t blame me? I gave them what they needed to experiment on you. I’m resp—”

“You’re not responsible,” he moved into the warmth of the facility, dragging the guards that were at his feet with him. “We are products of our makers. But that does not mean that is all we can ever be. You made choices. Those choices affected my choices. And now they will affect someone else’s. We are all dominoes falling blindly.”

“Why did you lie?” You worked on the inner-door, trying to keep a poker face.

“Because I know you,” Alexi began setting the C4 charges. “If I told you the truth, you’d blame yourself.” He took a long and deep inhale. “Truth is, I requested to be your recruiter. I wanted to meet the woman who…” His jaw worked over and he exhaled. “You were not what I expected. I realised, in that bar in Moldova, that we are all lost children looking for direction.”

The door began cranking open, slower than the first one.

“How do you not hate me?” You were confounded.

Alexei shrugged, “This Voroshilov you are risking your life to save, he has done terrible things…unspeakable things, no?”

You hesitated to answer and Alexei took that to mean you didn’t have the heart to.

“But you still want to save him?” Alexei cocked his head to the side. You nodded. He smiled, “It’s the same for me. You are my partner. I go where you go, Snezhinka. ”

Except you can’t go where I go , you thought. You turned to look at your ageless face reflected in a reflective surface.

The door ground to a halt once it opened fully. Your fingers reached for anything to fumble with. In that moment you felt an ache for the photograph Bucky—the Winter Soldier—had taken from you in Paris. You wanted to look at Sal’s young face. At Steve’s big, goofy grin and terrible posture. At Annie’s flirtatious wink and Hal’s perpetual scowl. At you and Bucky immortalised in a simpler time.

You let out a breath and were surprised to hear the shudder in your voice. “Promise me something, big guy.” You held your chin high to look over Alexei’s face one more time. To memorise every edge and curve, dip and line, spot and wrinkle. “If I don’t make it to the extraction point—”

“Don’t speak nonsense!” Alexei frowned.

You patted his chest affectionately, like a big sister reassuring her younger brother there were no spiders under his bed anymore.

“If I don’t make it…Don’t come back for me.” You waited to see if he’d argue against your order.

Alexei’s eyes fogged over as he let his chin fall, “The plan is to get the two of you somewhere secure until you can knock his bell straight.”

You chuckled at his improper use of the phrase, “Swear to me, Alexei. Swear you will find another partner. Swear to me that you will give them an annoyingly on-the-nose nickname and buy them two bottles of vodka on the first day.” You moved your hand from his chest to his cheek, patting it twice. “Swear to me you will shave more often.”

He laughed weakly, “I won’t have to. You’ll be there to set my ass straight. Now, let’s go save your boyfriend, da?”

You stepped away from the giant Russian, “No, Alexei. I’m going in alone this time. You’ve set the charges. I can handle the rest. Just hand me the detonator. Wait by the snowmobiles. If I don’t make it out, you’ll know.”

He started swearing in the mother tongue.

You yanked his jacket and shouted, “It’s best it stays this way!”

Alexei grumbled, but he could see the conviction in your eyes. He couldn’t fight against you this time. He conceded and handed you the detonator. Then he unloaded his clip and handed it to you.

“Just in case.” He pulled the hammer and the bullet in the chamber popped out. He caught it and took your much smaller hand in his. Placing the bullet on your palm as if it were a treasure. “I don’t own anything except this jacket and it’s too big for you, will only slow you down.” He feigned a laugh. “There is a saying where I come from, ‘there is no first and the is no last bullet.’” He scratched his eyebrow with his free hand. “No, that’s—Nevermind that. I’m trying to say this isn’t goodbye.”

You balled your fist around the bullet. “I’ll keep this safe.”

“Keep it until you don’t need to anymore, da?”

You nodded and walked into the elevator. As you pushed the button for basement, Alexei shouted: “Carter!”

“What?” Your heart started racing as the doors of the heavy elevator started retracting.

“In the bar, you asked me who we were. I never met them all. But I know who signed our checks—” Alexei had to squat and tilt his head so you could see his face is the small crack between the doors. “Her name is Carter.”

“Carter,” you whispered. You’d seen that name at the museum. It had been attached to an image of a beautiful woman’s newspaper cut-out on Steve’s compass flashed in your mind. “Oh…That Carter.”

The doors closed. The elevator started heading down. You had the strangest sense of Déjà vu. And then you remembered the heist to steal the serum from the military compound.

“Right,” you checked and rechecked your gun again. The doors opened to show several tactically clad men pointing submachine guns at the elevators entrance. “Showtime.”

The two gunshot wounds in your back stung, but not nearly as hot as the flamethrower burn on your arm. You had barricaded the door into the cryo-lab. The banging of soldiers going unheard due to the rapid pulse of your heart.

Bucky was in one of these pods, you could feel it. Home wasn’t a hopeless dream anymore. It was becoming real—tangible.

You felt hopeful for the first time in a long time. Granted the situation wasn’t ideal, but you didn’t fucking care anymore. Hope was hope.

Your feet dragged slower than your body wanted to move, the blood loss made your stomach swirl. It was like being seasick on land.

A flutter of air left your mouth. Your heart skipped what felt like a hundred beats. Everything went quiet and for a moment you wondered if you were actually alive or if all this was some elaborate lie. Then your heart knocked against your chest harder than it had in a long time and you knew it was real.

There he was, cold and unmoving and trapped behind glass, but alive. You laughed, hobbling to get to the cryo-pods.

You disengaged the cryo sequence and waited. When the cold air turned to moisture on the chamber’s glass, Bucky screamed awake. Startled, you took two steps back.

“Gaaahhh,” Bucky fell out of the chamber. You tried to break his fall but you were too weak. You fell together. He shuddered over you, scrambling for purchase.

“Bucky,” You reached out to him and he recoiled. His mind as in a state of confusion and panic. This wasn’t the soft Bucky you’ resurrected in the safe house in Paris and it wasn’t the trained killer you’d fought bloody. This was the man in-between. Half broken and half patchwork. “Hey, Bucky listen to me! We don’t have much time, I have to get us out of here.”

“N—no!” He swung his arms like he was fighting ghosts. “Whe—where…Hhnnnggg!” He braced his head.

You held out your hand, “Come with me and I’ll explain everything.”

His head craned up and then down, fingers holding onto his ears till they turned red. “Arrrghhh! Don’t. Make. Me…Kill them…arggghh!”

You rushed to his side and forced him to look at you, “Soldier! I need you to snap out of this. There’s men coming for us on the other side of that door.” You yanked him hard, ignoring the fact that his breathing was wild and erratic. “I don’t care which version of you I’m dealing with, I just need you to get your shit in order long enough for us to get out of here!”

He removed his fingers from his ears and reached out to trace the outline of your jaw, “S—safe…harbour.”

You gasped, choking on air. You looked into his thunderous eyes, too frantic to tell which version of him had said those words.

Hope was blooming brighter and you whispered like a prayer, “Bucky?”

He dropped to his knees and groaned. “Make it stop!”

“I will. I promise baby, I promise I will. But first,” You slinked your smaller frame under his shoulder and heaved. You held back a whimper as you felt blood rush out of your back. “Get up, baby.”

Bucky steeled his legs, his weight not as heavy on your frame. He eyed you in strangely, with a glint of disconnect. The looked was wiped away by another grunt of pain. His eyes squeezed shut as you directed him towards the door that led to the secondary elevator.

You pressed the call button but nothing happened. “No, no, no.” You slammed the button three times and kicked it once for good measure.

“Lockdown,” Bucky answered. His voice cold one moment then shivering when he stammered: “H—how do I know that? What is happening to me?”

“I don’t know,” you answered truthfully. “But we can’t go back the way I came.” You hitched him higher onto your shoulder to take a second to stretch. “You must know another way.”

“I—I don’t…”

“Think!” You snapped at him.

“I don’t know!” He shouted back. Louder than you’d ever heard him shout before. Your instinct told you to move away from him, your heart was tired of this game of ‘is he or isn’t he the man you love?’

His eyes went large, as if he wanted to apologise and then he said: “Below. There’s an abandoned storage facility.”

You were about to question how he knew that when the door you’d barricaded indented, “How do we access it?”

“Maintenance access,” he nudged towards a grate with a turn wheel.

You set him down and pried it open.

The lower level smelled of damp and what could only be wet rat. Bucky had quieted down now. You moved slower due to the poor lighting from the flare.

Bucky suddenly flinched and you set him down.

“Hold on, I’’ll try and find the exit hatch,” you tucked a loose strand of long, sweaty hair behind his ear. “All the years I dreamed of you, you never had long hair. Now I’ll probably only ever dream about you with long hair.”

Bucky’s eye twitched, a slight discomfort from how intimate you were being. You were hurt by his reaction. You swallowed and apologised then turned to look for the door hatch he’d told you about.

“Do you know what this place is?” You asked as you scanned the room.

He replied clearly, “Old cryo storage.”

“Any others like you down here?” You jigged something you thought was a lever. It budged and let out a putrid gas. You quickly sealed it back up as you gaged.

“We don’t keep them here.”

“We?” You froze. The flare slipped from your fingers. You knew. Somehow, the entire time, you knew it had been too easy.

You pressed your lips tightly, sniffling back disappointment; heartbreak. “You’re not him, are you?”

There was no reply. You back was tingling from exposure. Self-preservation dictated you look your enemy in the eye. Defeat killed any last morsel of fight in you.

You pulled the detonator out from your pocket, “This was a trap.” It wasn’t a question, but he answered anyway.

“Da.”

You turned around slowly to face him. One last question left to ask. “Do you know me?” Tears splattered on the metal floor.

The Winter Soldier’s eyes went small and then impartial, a thought working its way in his brain. He reached for something that you couldn’t see. It looked like the edge of a paper. When his hand dropped back to his side, his head was lifted higher. “No.”

“Then…” you licked your lips. “If I can’t save you, we’ll just have to burn together.”

You pressed the detonator. The sound of explosions going off above you. Dust shaking from old pipes. Water burst out of the stone wall, a blown pipe undoubtedly. Then parts of the ceiling began to cave in. A metal beam came crashing down above your head. A flicker of emotion ghosted Bucky’s face and he lunged to pull you back.

The two of you collided on the floor. You head hitting it hard. Fake stars blotted out your vision. And then you saw them again. Pink petals raining down in the dark. The smell of peach blossoms in the air.

Your muscles were numb. Like you’d left them under a running tap in the middle of winter. Your jaw felt frozen shut, pent up energy screaming for release against unresponsive muscles.

“Jesus Christ,” a man said in disbelief. “She hasn’t aged a day.”

“Neither have we,” a darker voice said, gruff and afraid.

“How long has she been on ice?” The sound of machines filled the room. When there was no answer to the man’s question, he asked again, “How long, Buck?”

The other man’s voice went softer, “Almost forty years.”

Bucky? You wondered. Who’s Bucky?

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[cunaeparker]

coy witches: part two | peter parker x reader

Pairing: Peter Parker x Original!Fem!Character

Summary: The banter is real, and the confusing emotions lingering underneath her skin are just starting to bubble up. 

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: None

Mini Playlist: Loser by Beck // Madness by Muse // My Beloved Monster by Eels 

part one // masterlist

The one thing Thomasin Jane Clarke could infer from her bedroom at the Avenger's Compound was that it was extremely uncomfortable.

It was ironic how the world's richest man could somehow manage to scrape together an awful living space, because God, it looked like the aftermath of Woodstock, which was saying something --- it was small, cramped, and for some reason smelled overwhelmingly of burning wood.

Thomasin wasn't being ungrateful in saying her room was awful, because throughout her life she had her fair share of awful venues and it was, but how the Tony Stark himself put together a room the approximate size of a box was beyond her.

Thomasin's bed was as hard as rock, her pillow was something reminiscent of reinforced concrete, and she always — always — woke up with an uncomfortable crick in her neck that made her scowl and stumble tiredly to the bathroom muttering her very own choice swear words.

The room was located in a small foyer beside the kitchen so she could hear the early morning arguments of senior Avengers over the whirring of blenders, angered protests from the Winter Soldier — "You're using my strawberries! I reserved them for me, for my smoothie, not yours, Wilson!" — the clanking of forks and spoons, the sizzle of bacon (which did end up wafting into Thomasin's room and make her mouth water though she refused to eat any of their food), and the voice of the obnoxiously inapt, unimportant, Peter Parker.

They had stayed at the facility for a little bit over a week.

It gave her the time to realize how unpleasant he was. He was undoubtedly sarcastic, cheeky, and irreverent, always offering cheeky smiles and shoulder nudges (that were purposefully too strong because an angered Thomasin had been thrown across the room multiple times) and stupid jokes. It was dreadful because they were too similar for their own good and almost always ended up in argument or snarky banter.

And that's where she found herself now — the latter.

She initially meant to continue brushing a stray curl out of her face as she spread a plentiful helping of peanut butter onto a piece of toast, but of course, as per usual Peter Parker had to walk in and had to destroy her mood with his presence.

Humming something happily, he strolled into the kitchen and grabbed an apple off the counter, taking a crisp bite as he offered her a smile.

"Good morning, sunshine," Peter said brightly. "You look like you slept two hours."

Thomasin grunted.

He wasn't necessarily wrong, of course, because her unruly black hair looked as tangled as ever and her piercing hazel eyes were rimmed in red and excess fluid, causing them to puff. It wasn't even six in the morning yet but he managed to get up, get dressed, and grab breakfast with an apparent sense of ease. It made her frustrated.

Still looking at her toast she she spread the peanut butter, though now it was more grudgingly and her eyes were narrowed, a muscle jumped in her jaw.

"Can we not do this right now? It's five-thirty for God's sake — I don't need to see Mr. Blue Sky over here waltzing in as if everything's perfect," Thomasin said grumpily.

Peter's lips twitched up into a half-smirk. "I'm guessing my suspicions are confirmed? You seem crabby — someone didn't sleep well last night."

"I slept fine, thank you," she snapped, shooting him a glare as her grip on her toast caused it to break a little. "I look well-rested. Enough."

"Doesn't look like it, Tommy."

Thomasin scowled. "You don't look to good either, Parker. Try showering for once."

Peter tilted his head to the side and wrinkled his nose. "Is this an elaborate plan to hurt my feelings?"

"Yes."

"Ah, well, didn't work," he said bemusedly. He sauntered over to where she was standing and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, kneading at her muscles as she scoffed and bat his hand away. "Go for the insecurities next time, I'm sure you can find all of those."

"Just because I can look into your mind doesn't mean I like doing it," she said, narrowing her eyes, "there's so much going on in there I think I'm going to seize and foam at the mouth."

"True, true," said Peter evenly, raising an eyebrow. "I agree with that."

Pause.

"Do you really think I need a shower?"

He smells like pine and mint, something refreshing. So no, not really.

"Yes," said Thomasin tersely, ignoring the argument in the back of her head. "You reek, Parker. I'm surprised you have a girlfriend."

Peter shrugged. "Yeah, well, I don't think my girlfriend likes me either."

He patted Thomasin on the shoulder with an amused smirk before backing away and moving to the fridge. Grabbing a bag of grapes and ripping the top open with his teeth, he added calmly, "She broke up with me."

Thomasin frowned, halting her movements. Her mouth hung open dryly, not sure what to say to a bomb like that. She wasn't necessarily fond of Peter; but she did have empathy.

"She did?" she asked.

Peter nodded and continued plucking grapes from the stem. His normal demeanor struck Thomasin as unnatural but she knew from basic human knowledge that there were lingering emotions underneath the calm.

"Yep," he said. "She got mad when I told her I'd be staying here for awhile, and since I couldn't tell her why, she thought I was cheating, you know — etcetera, etcetera. Big fiasco. Definitely shouldn't've told her you were here."

Thomasin peered at him funnily. "You told her I was with you?"

"Well, yeah, you're a crucial part in this thing, too. We're here together," said Peter, frowning a little. "If I left you out she would've definitely  thought I was cheating. She's like that, y'know. Finds a way for everything," he added, though his voice had more weary tones than before.

Thomasin glanced at him confusedly. "You really don't know how to talk to women, I'm guessing?"

Peter shot her a withering look and scoffed, popping another grape in his mouth. He walked over to the other side of the granite counter and sat down.

"First of all, I do know how to talk to women." He raised an eyebrow and pointed an accusing finger, gulping down his grape. "And second of all, do you know how to talk to men?"

Thomasin barked out a laugh. "C'mon, don't bring this back to me," she said sharply, "it's common knowledge not to bring up other women when talking to your significant other."

"How am I supposed to know that?" said Peter indignantly. "Women are damn enigmas, Thomasin. Enigmas. I can never tell what they're thinking, even with my senses. I never know what to anticipate. It's scary."

"That sounds like a you problem," Thomasin said, shrugging and suppressing a snort. She raised an eyebrow and took a bite of her toast. "It's not my fault your women reading skills are awful."

Peter scoffed. "You can't even talk to men. You're a hypocrite."

Thomasin snorted. "Like you qualify as a man, anyways. You're about as manly as this toast."

Peter's eyes narrowed and his mouth fell open in some predisposed retort. His grip on his grape made it squish and Thomasin had to refrain from laughing, but he closed his mouth and sighed exasperatedly. He rubbed his hands on his face and let out a groan. "You're annoying as fuck, do you know that?"

Thomasin shot him a wink and a smile, taking another bite of her breakfast. "Yes, I do. Do you know why your girlfriend broke up with you?"

Peter hesitated before raising a reluctant brow. "...Yes? Is this a set-up for some ungodly retort?"

"No," said Thomasin casually, waggling a finger, "I just need some background information to tease you later."

"Ah," Peter said, realization dawning in his eyes as he grinned.  "I see. Another elaborate plan to hurt my feelings?"

"Correct."

"Perfect," said Peter. "Well, for one, I'm sure that she wants to skin me alive because she's so certain I'm cheating, and second, I think that she's pregnant — "

Thomasin choked on her toast.

" — Bad joke. Okay. Anyways, I'm sure she also wants to like, boil me because she's weird like that — "

"Like Nat?"

Peter frowned. "'Like Nat?' What is that supposed to mean?"

Thomasin's lips twisted up into a smile and she gulped down the rest of her toast, nudging her head towards the clock on the stove. "Look at the time, Parker."

Peter's eyes darted towards the stove. His eyebrows furrowed as he read the time silently, taking it in... he jumped up from his chair and ran clumsily to the fridge, throwing his grapes inside.

"Why didn't you tell me training started ten minutes ago?" Peter cried, paling with anger and fright. "Nat's fucking scary, I don't want to run laps... fuck! Oh, God, Thomasin — you better hurry up, if we're both late we're screwed!"

Thomasin shrugged and ran her knife under the sink. "I'm not worried," she said calmly.

Peter scoffed and stumbled over to the other side of the counter right beside Thomasin, starting to strip himself of his clothes and dig messily through the backpack he brought.

"You should be scared, Thomasin! We're gonna be dead — "

Thomasin blocked out his words and her mouth fell open slightly. She was refraining from looking at his body.

She would never show any signs of anything other than loathing and banter towards him but she couldn't help the way her hazel eyes seemed to involuntarily scan his toned abdomen... it was so carved and defined... she had never really seen anything like it — her breath hitched and she suppressed a shudder —

" — I'm fucking terrified, Jesus Christ — what are you looking at?"

Thomasin's head whipped up, pulse quickening. "Nothing!"

She tried offering a taut smile but the smooth shade of red crawling up her freckled cheeks seemed to give it away. She hated how he managed to catch her flustered because her facade was breaking and she rarely ever had that happen. She had to resort to normality and not her usual smug state that she was so accustomed to.

Unfortunately, Peter seemed to know just what she was doing. His lips twitched up into a smirk and he slowed putting on his dri-fit top, showcasing his slender build and hell of a deceiving body she would've never guessed he had based on the loose fitting and layered clothes he wore.

"Damn, Tommy," he said smugly, ruffling a hand through his curls, "do you really want to fuck me that bad?"

"No," said Thomasin defiantly, ignoring how her heart rate seemed to quicken. "You look like a stripper who uses an ungodly amount of steroids."

Peter ignored her retort.

"I can feel your heartbeat picking up," he said.

Thomasin paled. She forgot about his enhanced hearing.

"It's heartburn from the toast. I have a peanut allergy," she tried.

Peter shrugged, and started pulling down his jeans.

She swore his movement became more languid.

"I know you're lying — you've had peanut butter toast every morning," said Peter, laughing. "I'm sure you'd be dead by now if you actually had an allergy. My friend Ned's allergic, and whenever he smells the stuff his throat gets fucked — "

"I don't care about your friend's peanut allergy," Thomasin snapped. "I care about you hurrying the fuck up so we aren't late, because by the looks of it," she glanced towards the clock and ignored the pang in her stomach, "your strip-show has made us twenty minutes late."

Peter seemed unfazed. "So we're walking in together, now? I'm truly touched. You've made so much progress."

Thomasin pursed her lips and offered him a crude hand gesture, raising her eyebrows.

Peter smirked and sauntered over. Kneading her shoulders again and resting his head on her shoulder, he said, "I knew that one was coming. Try being more creative. It's tiring."

Thomasin refrained from rolling her eyes and continued washing her knife under the steady stream of water. But, the sudden warmth permeating through his tight t-shirt and onto her back her made her breath hitch, eyes narrowing, slim fingers fixating more on the sharp knife. Peter was making her flustered and he wasn't even aware of it; it was a rare feat.

"Hurry up," said Thomasin sharply, ignoring him because now his fingers were threading through her untidy hair and unconsciously untangling the curls at the nape of her neck, making her shiver. "You're distracting me, Pete, and if we're late I'm screwed because last time I threw up everywhere and Nat's still mad at me for making her clean up the mats."

Peter shrugged and she felt him smile against her skin. "I'm ready, though I don't know about you. You're taking a really long time washing that knife but I guess it makes sense cuz' peanut butter is dense --- you're bleeding."

As soon as the words left his mouth he frowned and surged forward, grasping Thomasin's hand. Blood was suddenly pouring out onto the stainless steel sink, turning it a dark metallic red, and Thomasin gasped in pain. She must've gotten distracted.

"Ah, fuck," she hissed, sucking in a breath and biting her lip at the tight stinging feeling starting to course through her hand. "I cut myself."

"I've inferred," Peter said, turning Thomasin around and bringing her hand up closer to his eyes to observe, wearing a concentrated frown. "Jesus, Tommy... you got yourself good, hey?"

Thomasin grunted. It was the only thing she could get out.

"Yep," she sucked in a breath, "got myself good."

Peter chuckled wryly. "Be more careful next time. It doesn't look good."

"I was careful," Thomasin grumbled, trying to keep up her facade of coy and composed, though at Peter's sudden care she couldn't help but to feel a surge of admiration. She glanced up at his conflicted face through her lashes, reminding herself that he was rarely ever this concerned. It touched her.

Peter shot her a look in reply to her childish retort, pursing his lips. "I'm trying to help you, the least you could do is comply."

Thomasin's eyes narrowed and her mouth fell open, but with another withering glance from Peter, she bit her tongue with a quiet huff.

"Sorry," she muttered. "I'm being unreasonable."

She glanced up at him again, expecting him to laugh bitterly and accuse her of letting down her guard, but instead, he shot her a small smile and a sympathetic look.

"It's okay. I'm just in awe, I never thought I would live to see the day I would be on the receiving end of Thomasin Jane Clarke's apology." He laughed quietly and glanced at her through his lashes, shaking his head and scrutinizing her wound. He reached over behind her and tore off a long piece of paper towel, folding it onto neat halves before pressing it gently onto the bloodied skin. "I figured you hated me."

Thomasin winced at the sudden pressure but she ignored it and tilted her head to the side. "I do hate you, Parker."

Peter smiled and chuckled. "Perfect."

There was a small silence that followed, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It consisted of Peter's steady breaths as he inspected her wound, the occasional lick of his lips, the soft mumble of his throat as he mumbled solutions wordlessly, and Thomasin's erratically beating heart. She couldn't believe what she was doing, and she's sure Peter could hear every pound against her ribcage, but she had to admit it; she was getting flustered by him. His warmth was intoxicating and seeped into her body and filled her with unspeakable joy.

It was quick silence, the kind that was maybe only ten or fifteen seconds, but it was also the silence that felt like hours. Thomasin found herself getting drowsy as she observed his thinking face, watching the way his nose would scrunch and how his eyebrows would furrow ever so slightly, and she thought the small moment was never going to end until a loud slamming noise made them jump apart.

Thomasin hit her cut hand on the back of the countertop and had to suppress a yelp and Peter looked guilty for some reason but only before Pepper Potts emerged from the other side of the door looking livid.

"Guys! Nat's furious!" She spoke angrily, eyes alight with agitation and blonde hair strewn over her forehead as if she just ran from one side of the building to the other. "She's in a rage, I tell you, she nearly chucked the mat at me!" Pepper scoffed and marched over to the countertop, pointing an accusing finger and taking a heaving breath. "I can't believe you're thirty minutes late... unbelievable --- she's been waiting for ages --- Thomasin! Your hand!"

Thomasin smiled weakly.

Pepper rushed over to her side and nudged a confused Peter out of the way, looking as if she'd like nothing better than to shriek or pass out from the copious amounts of blood.

"Oh, Thomasin..." she whispered. "We need to get you to the medical wing immediately... what the hell happened?"

Thomasin opened her mouth to explain before Peter cut her off.

"We were arguing and she got distracted and cut herself," Peter said simply, leaning back against the other side of the counter though his eyes looked irritated. "It's my fault, I shouldn't have distracted her while she was holding a knife."

Thomasin's eyes narrowed. "It's not your fault," she protested, "it's mine for not paying attention ---"

"It's no one's fault --- here, we can blame Tony for incorporating alien tech into our cutlery, I told him it was an awful idea... that stuff's terribly sharp --- Thomasin!" Pepper shot her a stern glance when she felt her tug away from her grasp. She responded with a sheepish laugh. "You are not leaving without proper care, that cut's bad, almost like Tony's that one time --- God, I keep getting distracted." She sighed. "I'll take you to the med bay."

Peter opened his mouth to interrupt, but Pepper made an odd hissing noise to shut him up.

"You're staying here to explain to Nat why you're both going to be missing her training session," she said firmly, looking at both of them as she started to drag Thomasin towards the door, "and I don't want any 'it was my fault' bullshit. Give her honest answers. We're gonna leave, Pete, we'll see you when her hand isn't hanging by a thread."

Thomasin shot Peter an apologetic look. She couldn't help the small smile that poked through her lips at the absurdity of it all. Her hand hurt, and she was in pain, but the irony of Peter helping her... it made no sense.

Waving to her with a laugh as Pepper pulled her away, Peter crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows, though as he left her plane of sight, Thomasin frowned.

His brown eyes looked... different. They gleamed with something enigmatic.

And for once in her life, a feat she had never encountered, she couldn't place it.

His eyes were unreadable.

It scared her.

***

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[can-u-imagine-that]

Title: Forgiveness;

Fandom: The Avengers;

Character: Bucky;

Note: Y/N: Your Name; Y/E/C: Your Eye Color;

Warning: Violence;

Request: Can you please do one with Bucky and a female reader where someone gets him in Winter Soldier mode and he ends up hurting her? And then feels super bad about it but she reassures him its not his fault. Thx <3

You had no idea how you got into that situation.

Each time Bucky swing his fists, they got closer and closer to hitting your face.

The Winter Soldier started to suddenly attack all the Avengers with full force after a weird man managed to get himself alone with him. You were nothing but a S.H.I.E.L.D field trainee so all you could do was avoid the heavy and skilled fists of the Winter Soldier.

“Y/N, dodge!” Captain America shouted behind your back, so you, in a complete blind trust wave, rolled to your left, hearing when his shield collided with Bucky’s chest.

They engaged on a fierce fight, both having super soldier abilities making it hard for you to even comprehend their moves.

Bucky had a look on his face that gave you chills.

Nothing.

Literally nothing.

And that hurt you pretty bad because you grew close to him, developing an actual huge crush on the ex-HYDRA agent. He was hard to get close to, but since Bucky was the one being your trainer, you got to spent a lot of time together.

And seeing him acting as the Winter Soldier again made your heart ache because he told you after the 15th time he got you purple bruises how much he suffered.

He just told you because you two had a little game.

Every time he got you a new purple bruise mark, you’d ask him a question about anything you wanted. You once asked for it as a joke and in the end he took it seriously.

It started with silly questions but soon they were replaced by serious ones. He never minded answering though and you enjoyed a lot how honest he could be with you. You felt honored to have his trust, because given his past he had a lot of issues to allow himself to grow close to anyone. The man had built walls around him, walls that after a lot of time you finally managed to break.

You could feel in your heart and it made you the happiest person in the world. To see his rare smiles and to watch him as sometimes he would insist in tending to your scratches from training.

Seeing the Winter Soldier instead of James Buchanan Barnes hurt.

An explosion happened and you saw Cap being throw somewhere down the window of the building.

You were alone with him.

You froze in fear when his icy blue eyes locked in your Y/E/C ones.

“B-Bucky...” you whispered, leaning slowly towards and iron pipe that was ripped out of the wall “It’s me... remember?”

For a second something shifted in his eyes and a little tingle of hope twisted in your stomach. But as soon as you felt, it was already gone, replaced by a groan while he charged against you.

You swing the pipe in his direction but he grabbed easily. It felt like you were a kid hitting their parents with a silly plastic toy.

He crushed the pipe with his metal arm while the other flew on the direction of your face. You managed to dodge, feeling at least a little better that his fighting style was the same. You could keep avoiding his blows until someone got there.

Just as you felt a little braver after dodging another blow, he got you.

And he got you bad.

He kicked you right in your ribcage, making you lose your breath and drop your defensive stance. He pushed his metal hand right into your face, making you fall on the ground, hitting your head hard. Thankfully you had the S.H.I.E.L.D helmet on which helped easing the blow. Even so you were completely dizzy, but managed to grab a rock that had fallen from the wall where Captain America’s shield had hit after colliding with Bucky and hit him right in the forehead with it.

You stop up, runing towards the entrance, knowing you had no chance against him in a combat.

Running you found the stairs that lead to the main entrance hal of the Avenger’s Facility, but as you were quickly going down he grabbed you by the waist, throwing you against the wall.

Yep, there goes another rib.

“Bucky! Bucky, please!” you pleaded, completely scared.

This time you saw nothing reflect in his eyes, but somehow his grip losened and you pushed him away, finishing your descent through the stairs ending on the hal.

Just a little bit more.

The pain on your sides was starting to become unbearable, but you kept running.

And then he caught up with you again.

And this time you were not so lucky.

Bucky managed to grab the back of your neck, lifting you out of the ground while you kicked and debated. Then he approached a wall and slamed you against it. You used your arms to protect your face and remain awake.

Your vision started to blur and when you noticed he was going to slam you again in a last attempt to escape you passed your arm around his, turning half of your body in his direction, kicking his chest with all your strength. He lost balance and with the balance his grip also loosened. You squirmed out of his metal fingers, falling with a loud sound to the ground on your belly.

“H-help...” you gasped, dragging your numb body to escape. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you towards him, twisting your body so that you were facing up, then sat on your waist, locking your body under his.

Your scream echoed throughout the building.

And then he punched.

The first punch hurt like a bitch.

The second like your weak stepmother when you got to her nerves.

The third like a small push.

On the fourth punch you didn’t feel anything.

You blacked out, but had lapses of consciousness. You remember hearing voices all around you and then someone carring you outside, since the sunlight blinded you for a second. Being put in the stretcher and looking to the courtyard of the Avenger’s Facility. When you looked there you remember seeing Bucky. 

Your Bucky.

And he had a desperate look in his eyes when his gaze met yours.

You wanted to say something, but your vision started to blur completely again.

And this time you just woke up again in the hospital, with voices around your bed.

“How do you know you can trust him? Look what he did to Y/N!”

“It wasn’t him and you know!”

“Whatever man. What if another crazy lunatic gets in here and recites the magical bibbidi bobbidi boo and boom super Winter Killer at your service?”

Silence.

“She was lucky, Steve. And you know it. She was lucky she had that helmet on and lucky she knew most of his usual moves. Otherwise, she might’ve been dead by now.”

“He is already feeling like shit, Sam. I don’t want to make things worse...”

You groaned and the voices came to a halt.

“Y/N?”

You coughed a little.

“Hi...”

While trying to open your eyes you felt a sting of pain and noticed that the left one was a little swollen.

“You were out for a whole day.” stated Captain America, sat on a chair at the edge of your bed.

“Whe-... Where’s B-Bucky?”

Steve smiled. You were out for a hole day, probably had your entire body completely sore yet the first thing you inquire about is Bucky’s whereabouts.

“Locked.” you heard Sam’s voice, but couldn’t turn your head enough in the neck brace to see him.

“No... how could you?” if your throat wasn’t sore, you’d have said louder, but it came almost as a painful whimper.

Sam sat on the feet of the bed, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Look what he did to you, Y/N. I don’t care what you feel about him, but this kind of thing can’t become a trend. We were lucky the media didn’t hear of any of this. Otherwise, things could’ve gone worse for him.” he explained, trying to remain calm “Besides. He asked for it.”

Of course he did. He probably felt like trash.

“It’s not his fault...” you muttered after a pause.

Sam sighed.

“I know that. Believe me, I do. But while we can’t figure out who that guy was and how the hell he managed to find that code to activade Bucky’s killer mode, he wants to be locked away, somewhere only Captain and Nick Furry know.” he explained.

You remained silent.

No way.

You had to see him.

Had to tell him you didn’t blame him or anything about it. Because you knew him enough to know how bad he was feeling. He hadn’t hurt only you. He knocked out three other S.H.I.E.L.D agents. Luckly there were no casualities. 

When Sam left you and Steve alone you turned to the blond.

“I know what you’re going to ask and I can’t.” through his voice tone you knew that he would not be that hard convincing.

“Please... Cap... I need to see him. Talk to him. You can take me blindfolded if you want. Just one time is enough. You know he needs to hear me out.”

“He does. But not in your actual state, Y/N. If he see you that bruised, you know he will never forgive himself. Just...” his hands roamed through his hair “Just... let the swolleness on your eye get better.”

You nodded.

“Thank you...” you smiled a little at him “I mean it, Steve...”

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The week passed slowly.

T O O   S L O W L Y.

Your eye was finally not swollen, but still had a purple hue around it. But you couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky. You had no idea of how both of you would react seeing each other, but soon you would find out.

Captain took you to whatever facility that was blindfolded as promised.

When you were able to see around you again your heart clenched. Heck it looked like a freaking dungeon. It wasn’t light enough, the walls where clearly really thick and the cells looked like actual prisions with iron bars (which were probably made out of Vibranium).

You looked at Steve.

“This is where he is being held?”

Steve seemed to share your thoughts, looking sadly at the cells.

“Unfortunately this was the only S.H.I.E.L.D facility completely hidden from any file and not being used for anything. Furry said it was build especialy for Soldiers like us.”

“You mean him...” you muttered biterly.

He sighed.

“He is on the last cell with the 2-014 number. I’ll wait for you here. Take as long as you need. You just need to put on this code on the panel.” he handed you a piece of paper with a long number code.

You thanked him, walking towards the end of the corridor, feeling as your legs seemed to weight a ton each.

Finding the cell, you digited the number, noticing how your fingers trembled.

Bucky sat on the ground even though there was a bed and a chair on the room. He had his elbows supported by his knees and his head hang low. His hair made it hard for you to see his face and he didn’t even flinch when the door opened.

You licked your dry lips, the tears welling up on the corners of your eyes already, just by the sight of his depressed demeanor.

“B-Bucky?” you tried, flinching when his head shot up abruptly.

You were the last person he ever expected to see there.

He stared at you for a long while, getting up slowly. All the words disappeared from your mind under his piercing gaze. Bucky was acting as if you were a ghost, his eyes going from the top of your head to your feet. He reached to your face, his fingers lingering near your cheek without touching you. And you knew why.

Gulping you lifted your own hand, holding his hesitant one and pressing it against your face.

He let out a breath as his other hand made the same path, this time straight to your cheek.

“Y-Y/N...” he whispered, his voice hoarse and broken “Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

His eyes closed while his forehead touched yours, making your stomach round the twist on your belly. Bucky was never that... physical except when he really needed to. You could feel the hurt on his voice and it broke your heart.

“I’m okay... it’s not your fault...” you whispered.

You barely finished what you had said and he snapped out of whatever it was he was feeling, walking away from you.

Uh-oh. Stupid mouth, should have remained silent. You scolded yourself in your head.

“You shouldn’t have come here.” he said, his voice suddenly cold, turning his back to you “I’ll tell Furry that Steve can’t be trusted with the information of where I’m placed.”

“Steve didn’t tell me where we are. He brought me here with my eyes blindfolded.” you explained in a shaky voice “Bucky, look at me, please...”

“I’m sorry...” he repeated “I can’t look at you...”

“What? Why not?” you asked a little louder this time, taking a step closer to him but stopping when he closed his hands in fists “Bucky. Why not?”

“Y/N, please leave.”

“No, I won’t leave.”

“Yes, you will. You have to, right now, STEVE!” he called loudly, making you jump a little back.

“NO! STEVE DON’T YOU DARE TO COME HERE.” you screamed back “And you, turn and look at me, now!”

“I don’t want to, Y/N!”

“WHY NOT?”

“BECAUSE-” he turned and you widened your eyes when you saw his blue eyes glossy with unfalling tears. He continued with a softer voice while his eyes averted to the side “Because. I can’t look at you... with all these purple bruises and this bandages... knowing that I did it. That I hurt you.”

You took a deep breath and stepped closer to him again.

“Bucky... I don’t blame you for this-”

“I know you don’t.” he interrupted, noticing how close you were but being unable to walk away “That’s the problem. You should.”

“Never.” you slowly reached to his face, feeling his stubble and slipping to his hair, watching how he didn’t move away from you, actually leaning into your touch. He was so painfuly and obviously broken and even tired of blaming himself “I will never blame you for what those people did to you. You will always be the kindest trainer I ever had. Who pushes me to the edge but who also tends my wounds. Who has all the patience in the world with my silly questions. The strongest and bravest men I’ve seen and not because of your physical strenght, but because of yout heart. After everything we’ve talked about... after I learned all those things you had to go through. Do you really think I would blame you? After getting to know who you really are? Hell, Bucky, I even feel in love with you.”

The last part actually wasn’t supposed to be said, but it came out so naturally you just noticed when he inhaled sharply, hugging the air out of your body in a bone crushing embrace.

“Ah, broken ribs, ribs, ribs.” you whispered, actually riping out a little laugh of him. He loosened his arms, still holding you, this time lightly and you couldn’t help but crack a little joke being actually really freaking nervous because you just confessed your feelings without intending to “Y’know... I think I rather you breaking my bones this way...”

“You are unbelievable.” he whispered against your neck, making you shiver a bit “I don’t even know what I can do to earn your forgiveness...”

You whacked the back of his head.

“I already told you that it’s okay.” you allowed yourself to hug him back, feeling your heart skip a beat when he kissed your forehead gently “But if it makes you feel better we can try that little game of ours..”

He looked at you, never letting go of your waist, questionly.

“I don’t think any question you can ask will ever be enough to suffice the amount of bruises I gave you.” he stated, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Then perhaps we can boost it. Instead of a question you can do something for me. How that sounds? And before you say anything, I know you won’t come out of here so soon.”

“Fine... what do you want?” you could tell he was already feeling much better then when he first saw you, so a smile made way to your lips.

Bucky couldn’t take his eyes out of your lips, because he always loved your smile the most. And of course he hadn’t forgoten your little confession. He was just waiting for the right moment to bring it up again.

Since you had already told Bucky about your feelings for him you had nothing to lose anymore, so before you could change your mind you spoke really fast in a burst of confidence that lasted just until the last word left your mouth.

“You can take me somewhere. Like a date or something.”

“Or something?” he repeated.

“Y-Yeah... well...” your face started to heat up under his gaze and your burst of courage ran away somewhere with you ability to create proper speach “I-I mean... if you... uh... d-d-don’t want to...”

He cut you by pressing his lips against yours softly, humming in contentment when your arms circled his neck and brushed the hair of his nape lightly. You could feel he was still uncertain of how to touch you, being really careful not to hug to tight, and also making sure he was bending so you didn’t have to strach much to reach him.

You smiled against his lips, feeling how the pace of your heart raced when meting with his beautiful blue eyes.

“Is that really all I have to do to earn your forgiveness?”

Slowly a smirk started playing on his mouth and you could not help but to mirror it when you answered, your lips inches apart of his.

“Maybe you could give me a few more kisses and then I can think about it...”

#bucky imagine #winter soldier imagine #bucky barns imagine #bucky barns #avengers imagine #avengers imagines #the avengers #winter soldier #myimagine #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #female reader

[justsomeoneunordinary]

Oh no you're very very right about Sebastian Stan looking,, just a littlleeeeee white, a bit undercooked on the edges, only has salt as a spice and thats IT, oatmeal looking ass. But also,, he just had so much Flavor in tws and cw,, I too understand why they did it but I feel it would've been equally as valid if he decided to take the long hair and make it his own, kinda like sticking it to its origins and owning it. Now? There's a reason I feverishly reblog winter soldier gifs :))))))

CJSJSDHAAJHKAHALJAKDSHFALALGH OATMEAL LOOKING ASS LMFAOOO

are you the anon whe sent me the hydra dental insurance yesterday? how dare you to be funnier than me on my blog??! i ain’t tolerating this direct disrespect towards me...

#disagree on the salt part tho - the only spice he's got is sugar #cause he's got a baby face :) #''oatmeal looking ass'' fuck you how dare you be this funny #thebleedingeffect #may answers

[darkangeldesignstudio]

Bad Guy

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky and the team attend Raleigh GalaxyCon among the hundred of other cosplayers as a way to get in and foil another of Hydra’s schemes. But, it may appear that Hydra isn’t the only villain with a devious plan for the upcoming convention.

As promised for helping me reach 100 followers, here is my Bucky x Reader one shot with a pretty tantalizing twist thrown in for good measure. This one-shot was only half-read by my Beta as I wanted to surprise her with the ending, so any errors are mine and mine alone. XOXO

Warning: Knife play, SMUT!!!, and a bit of foul language on Bucky’s part.

Song: Bad Guy by Billy Eilish

The sticky Carolina heat was uncomfortable on a good day, but dressed in his black tack gear and mask, Bucky was absolutely sweltering under the sun. He tapped his communication ear piece twice, a signal to the team that he was active and all systems were go on his end. A multitude of taps answered his as he took in the surrounding area, looking for anything amiss among the hundreds of people around him.

Standing just outside of the Raleigh Convention Center, Bucky and the rest of the team were scattered throughout the crowd, waiting in the long lines to get into GalaxyCon disguised as none other than themselves. It was an awkward situation to be in, especially since Bucky hadn’t donned his Winter Soldier mask and signature kohl lined eyes in years. But, it was the easiest way to blend into the crowd of costumed civilians without being noticed by their targets.

About a month ago, Tony’s AI discovered some encrypted files talking about a weapons deal going down in the area. Turns out that one of the local hotel chains has ties to Hydra. Their plan was to create a disturbance with a fake bomb threat to the hotel, distracting the local police department and leaving the convention venue open for the deal to go down. That’s where the team would come in.

The team split into two entities. Tony, Sam, Wanda, and Bruce would stake out the hotel and make sure Hydra didn’t try to tie up loose ends with an actual bomb. While Natasha, Bucky, Steve, Peter, and Clint would stake out the inside of the venue, aptly dressed as Marvel cosplayers thanks to an eerily accurate movie series made by Disney.

That Sebastian guy could have been Bucky’s twin, honestly it creeped him out a bit, but not as much as being in this place did. The countless number of eyes on him made him uncomfortable. He had heard of hiding in plain sight, but this was ridiculous.

All eyes, male and female, were on him; each carrying a certain degree of admiration or hate. The hate wasn’t a surprise with what he had done, both in life and according to the movies, but the admiration was almost palpable as he stood in line with the rest of the crowd.

After about an hour of waiting in the heat, he finally made it into the venue itself. The cool air washed over his body and he sighed in relief.

Approaching the sign in table, Bucky received his ticket stub from their local informant and successfully passed through the - momentarily deactivated - medal detectors. And it was a good thing, seeing as he was absolutely decked out with knives and guns.

Walking further into the interior of the venue, he was surprised by the amount of people that dressed up for these events. Everywhere you looked, there were people dressed in costumes with varying degrees of coverage and creativity. He tapped his com unit again, letting the team know he was inside, before going about his watch.

Answering taps from Peter and Steve announced that they were still outside, while Clint and Natasha had already entered ahead of him.

He wandered aimlessly through the venue, perusing through the various stalls selling merchandise and the multitude of celebrities and professional cosplayers in attendance, until a little girl in a Thor costume stopped him with a tug on his hand.

“Mister, can I take a picture with you?”

The look on her face was so cute and innocent, he couldn’t have said no. “Sure sweetie.”

Settling down on one knee, Bucky propped the butt of his M249 SAW on the floor and rested his left hand around the opening of the barrel, exposing his vibranium arm to the cameraman in front of them. The little girl gasped at the sight of his arm, but quelled her excitement long enough to pose with her mini Mjolnir for the picture. It was the most adorable thing Bucky had seen in a long time and it made his smile grow under the black mask.

“Thank you, mister Bucky. I wish the other Avengers were here to take pictures with me, though.” The little pout on her face was too much for him and he quickly settled back onto the floor beside her.

“Well, little doll, I’m not sure if Thor or Iron Man is here, but I did see two people that looked a lot like Hawkeye and Black Widow standing in line for a Pretzel a few minutes ago. If you hurry, they may still be there.”

Her happy little squeal made him chuckle as he waved her back in the direction of her parents. As soon as they were far enough away, he tapped his ear piece.

“Nat, Clint. You have an extremely cute little girl in a Thor costume coming your way that wants a picture.”

Clint’s voice came in first, a bit muffled as he stuffed his face with pretzely goodness. “Sure thing, Buck. Does she know Cap is here?”

“No, I didn’t want to give too much away and seem suspicious. And please, for the love of God, stop chewing in my ear, Birdbrain.”

Nat giggled. “Don’t worry, Bucky, I’ll teach him some manners later. By the way, if you keep up that murder strut and I doubt anyone will be willing to come anywhere near you. I’m surprised the little girl was brave enough to even ask. But don’t sweat it, we will point them in Steve and Peter’s direction.”

With a grunt of exasperated agreement, Bucky went on his way to the next stop in his venue stakeout; the cosplay contest hall. Never noticing the eyes that watched him from across the room.

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You watched as the beautifully dangerous assassin walked around the venue. He tried his hardest to blend in to his surroundings, appearing as only a local cosplayer to most of the civilians around him. But you knew better.

This was only your second time seeing Bucky Barnes in the flesh, and there was absolutely no way anyone could have mimicked that strut of his. Sebastian Stan’s version of the walk was mouthwateringly sexy to say the least, but it would never compare to the real thing. The stalking strut of the Winter Soldier was like steak to a starving man, delectable.

You followed him throughout the venue, watching him as discreetly as possible while mingling with other cosplayers and a gaggle of photographers they were vying for your attention. But who could honestly blame them for wanting a picture of Harley Quinn? Especially in all of your sexually tantalizing sequined glory, you were a feast for the eyes; pulling out all the stops as you donned your high pitched Brooklyn accent and swung your Goodnight bat around.

About half an hour into your stalking Bucky venture, a cute little girl in a Thor costume asked for your picture and you happily obliged her, comically trading your bat with her mini Mjolnir and making funny faces at the camera. When her dad was finished snapping shots of you both, you patted her on the head and pointed her in the direction of one Bucky Barnes. She had squealed before hugging your legs and running off in his direction, leaving her parents to scramble off after her.

You chuckled as the brave little babe grabbed Bucky’s hand without hesitation. It was cute watching him melt in her presence, getting on one knee to take pictures with the little Thor lookalike.

Once he was done, he seemed to point the girl in the direction of someone else, presumably another Avenger as the little girl seemed to become all the more excited, bouncing away into the crowds with her mom and dad in tow.

As soon as they were far enough away, you observed as Bucky tapped his finger to his ear and began talking to no one in particular. You had seen him do the same upon entering the complex, probably signaling the rest of his team. Now that you thought about it, you had definitely seen a couple walking around that were dressed as Black Widow and Hawkeye, maybe it was actually them.

But, you would have to think about that later, Bucky was leaving you behind as his long legged strut took him in the direction of the contest stage. Luckily, that was your next stop as well. There was no way you were going to miss out on strutting yourself across that stage. Especially if it gave you the chance to catch the eyes of a certain, smoking hot super soldier.

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Bucky stood just outside the room that was scheduled to host the cosplay contest when he felt eyes on him. Admittedly, eyes had been on him all day, but this feeling was different.

Heat and chills travelled the length of his spine, it was as if danger and sexual tension were at war with one another as they danced along his senses. Trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, he looked around for the source of the feeling. It took a few glances until his eyes connected with yours and he felt a palpable cold travel through his limbs. Your eyes were like shards of blue ice, piercing his heart until your face was enveloped by a smile that warmed his blood to boiling.

He looked away as if he hadn’t noticed how your eyes had connected, but he knew it was too late to take it back. He continued to glance around the venue, his gaze traveling over you a few more times as you smiled and laughed with the other people in line for the contest. You must have been a regular at these things, seeing as you were on the receiving end of many a warm hug and a multitude of selfies. A few men were even bold enough to kiss your cheek and it made a sharp pang of jealousy run through him.

He tried to quell it, thinking himself a fool for even feeling like that about someone he had never met, but when you turned to him with a smirk on your pretty lips and a cocky wink, it was as if you were doing it all on purpose.

Bucky truly considered entering the contest himself, just to get closer to you, but the mission came first and he quelled the urge to walk over and kiss that smirk right off your face. But only barely.

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You laughed and giggled with the people around you in line. This wasn’t your first con, and many recognized you from your past cosplay ventures.

After the death of your - albeit controlling - boyfriend, you had moved to North Carolina to get away from the memories. You were free and you felt it was time to embrace it and create a new life for yourself because honestly, you weren’t leaving much of a life behind anyway. Without family or friends in the big city, what was the point in staying?

So, you had sold just about everything pertaining to your old life and travelled south. You purchased a moderately nice house just outside the city and began living it up. You had a nine-to-five working for the police, catching criminals left and right during the day, and kicking absolute ass in the boxing ring on the weekends. It had been fun, but something was missing.

Until, one day, a friend of yours mentioned going to a local comicon event and asked if you wanted to join her. “Come on, Y/N. It will be fun. Its basically a giant halloween party in the middle of summer. They have different shows and contests. Sometimes they even show movies, and at the end of the night they serve alcohol and we all sing karaoke. You don’t have even have to dre-.”

You placed your hand over her mouth to stop her slew of word vomit. “Did you say karaoke?”

Unable to speak, she just nodded her head enthusiastically, eyes shining with hope.

“Then I’m definitely in, babe!”

That had been three years ago, and you hadn’t missed a single event since then, eventually becoming an easily recognized “regular” at the karaoke contests.

This year was no different, except for the new eye-candy across the room who kept glancing your way.

A good friend of yours was walking past with his boyfriend and you waved them over. They looked so handsome in their Yuri Katsuki and Victor Nikiforov cosplays that you had to get them to pose for a picture with you.

They smiled, hugging you tightly. “You look smoking hot, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Chrissy baby. Will you and Tom take a picture with me? With each of you kissing me on the cheek?” You batted your eyes at them, hoping they would agree. If your plan worked, it would be pretty easy to work old James Barnes into a frenzy.

Tom grinned mischievously. “What angle are you working here, darlin? Somebody catch your eye?”

He wagged his eyebrows, causing you to giggle. “Maybe. I’ll be sure to give you all the gory details later, if you help a thirsty bitch out.”

They looked at each other and smiled. “Deal.”

Chris and Tom stood to either side of you as you handed your phone over to the girl in front of you. Leaning in, they each gave you a smacking kiss on your cheeks, sandwiching you between them as you flirted with the camera like the vixen you were.

Thanking them each with a hug, you waited for them to walk off before turning back in Bucky’s direction. You had felt the heat from his gaze from the moment you took that picture, and when you turned to him with a smirk and a wink, you half expected him to walk over and lay a kiss on you right there, but he seemed to reconsider that plan and went back to watching the crowd.

The mission must have been extremely important for him not to deviate even a little bit, apparently you would have to work much harder.

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Entering the contest venue, Bucky lost sight of you as you went backstage with the rest of the contestants. It was probably for the best as he couldn’t afford many more distractions.

He peered around the venue, taking note of Natasha and Clint sitting on the far side of the room from him, seeming to be thoroughly engrossed in each other’s company. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought they were a real couple.

Steve entered the room a few minutes later and stood at the back, followed by Peter who sat on the floor, directly in front of the stage.

They all watched the goings on around them with varying degrees of interest, clapping at the right times when contestants were announced, Peter even cheered during the children’s contest, when a cute little boy walked across the stage dressed in his own Spider-Man costume. It made Bucky chuckle when Steve’s, no-nonsense, Captain voice told Peter to stop goofing around and sit down. Looking at Steve, Bucky could tell he was just as amused with Pete’s antics as a small grin tried to escape.

When the child’s contest was over, a man towards the front tried to exit the room. Steve had been tasked with watching him throughout the day and he followed him out.

“Peter, you’re with me. Nat, Clint, keep your eyes on your targets. Buck, back them up if they need extra firepower.”

Bucky tapped his earpiece in affirmation and watched as Peter snuck out the doors with Steve not far behind him.

The next round of contestants were announced and they all continued to watch the show and their targets. The time for Hydra’s decoy heist was quickly approaching and they could not afford to mess up, or lose focus.

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You waited backstage, peaking through the curtains a few times. You didn’t want to appear overly eager, but Bucky was just so damn yummy. You couldn’t afford to lose sight of him and miss your chance to bring him back to the hotel with you.

The children’s contest was adorable, as always and you all cheered for the little cosplayers that took the stage in their cutest costumes. One little boy dressed as Spider-Man got an extremely loud cheer from a young man in the front row, also dressed as the friendly neighborhood hero. It made you smile as you peeked through the curtains to see the boy plop back into his seat quickly. Apparently, the Captain didn’t want too much attention on the young hero, just in case whoever they were hunting realized his suit wasn’t fake.

Not long after, you watched them both walk out with a few sets of couples, following an odd man. Looking around the rest of the venue, you noticed Natasha and Clint also watching a few people among the crowd. They looked out of place, even though they looked like completely normal civilians to the untrained eye. Interesting, but you had bigger, more muscular, fish to fry tonight.

The other contestants went on stage in quick succession, showing off their impressive cosplay’s and hoping to win the prize up for grabs. But, for you, the real prize stood at the back of the room.

Soon enough, it was your turn and you prepared for your set. This wasn’t your first time wearing the outfit, but butterflies sat in the pit of your stomach tonight, it made you giddy and even more excited to strut your stuff on stage.

“Please, welcome to the stage, a villain we all love to hate, Harley Quinn!!!”

The announcer’s voice stirred up the crowd as you strutted onto stage, twirling your bat en-route to your first mark. You stood, legs slightly spread as you slammed the end of your bat into the stage between your feet, the word “Goodnight” clearly on display for your audience.

You smirked as your eyes landed on Bucky in the back of the room, he was partially shrouded by the shadows there, but you could still see his large arms flexing with the urge to move.

Turning your head, you swung your bat onto your shoulder and began approaching the announcer with all of the heat you could muster. He was a squirrely little man, but he would do nicely as a bit of fuel for your fire. Hitting your second mark, you turned your ass to the crowd and bent over backwards with a huge manic smile on your face. Shaking your pink and blue pigtails you lifted yourself into an upright position and winked at the announcer, he was clearly sweating at this point.

Holding out your hand for the mic, he looked as if he would refuse, so you put on that sickeningly sweet Brooklyn accent again. “Come on, Puddin’, you know you wanna.”

You watched a little quiver race through his body as he held out the mic to you. Hook, line, and sinker.

Strutting past the announcer to your third mark, you turned back to the crowd and smiled as you brought the mic to your lips, looking Bucky right in the eyes. “I’m not sure if I attract crazy or I make them that way. I’m known to be quite vexing, just so you know. I’m a bad guy, it’s what I do. Meet me in the karaoke room and maybe I’ll show you.”

The crowd cheered as you tossed the mic back to the announcer. You strutted to your last mark on the far side of the stage and lifted your bat like a shot gun, pretending to cock and shoot it right at Bucky’s heart. Smiling like the devil you were, you strutted off-stage as Bucky placed his hand over his heart.

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It was as if he physically took a bullet when she pointed her bat at him from the stage and he just had to figure out what she was all about. It had become an ache in his body once she walked off that stage and out the doors to the rest of the venue.

She had said something about karaoke when she took the mic from the stage announcer, Bucky just hoped he would still be here when it was time for the event.

The last of their targets exited together once the contest winners were announced. You hadn’t won any of the big prizes, but Bucky wasn’t even sure you were trying for any normal prize from the venue. You had had eyes for only him the entire day and that sent a thrill through his being, for once, he had no idea what would happen next. But there was no doubt in his mind that it wouldn’t be spectacular.

A few moments later, the call came in from Tony. They had foiled the plan at the hotel just after Hydra had given their team at the venue the go-ahead for their part.

The agents inside GalaxyCon seemed none the wiser that the rest of their plan had already been foiled and they soon moved into a back section of the venue where the foot traffic was light.

Bucky met up with the rest of his team outside, just as the final Hydra member they had been following walked into the back area of the convention center. They followed the Hydra members into a hidden stairwell that went below the facility and easily took them down.

The Hydra members didn’t put up much of a fight once they realized that Bucky and his team were the real deal. The team successfully confiscated a few hundred weapons and arrested a dozen Hydra members without a hitch, much to Bucky’s relief.

Steve called Tony on his cellphone reporting the mission a success before hanging up and turning back to the rest of the team. “I don’t know about you guys, but I am beat. I think I will head back up to the hotel and take a break from all of the crowds.”

Clint covered his mouth as he tried - and failed - to stifle a yawn. “I’m with you, Cap. I am in serious need of some coffee.”

Nat grabbed Peter and Bucky by the arm and began to lead them from the room. “See you two later then, I’m taking these two back up to have some real fun.”

Walking back into the crowded convention center, Nat released Bucky’s arm and began pulling Peter in the opposite direction. She stopped when Bucky tried to follow them. “I don’t think so, Buck. Don’t you have a karaoke show to get to?”

Bucky’s face turned crimson. Of course Natasha had noticed what was going on. “Way to embarrass a guy, Natalia. What if I wanted to hang out with you guys?”

“Don’t kid yourself, Bucky. You were practically salivating during her set during the contest, plus Pete and I are going to play video games the rest of the night and I doubt you wanna sit and watch us have fun.”

Peter, who had been watching between the two of them like they were in the middle of a tennis match, immediately zeroed in Nat when video games were mentioned and began chatting a-mile-a-minute. “Oh, man. Thanks, Nat. Do you think they will let me tinker with one of the new systems? We should call Mr. Stark so I can crush him at GTA…”

Peter’s voice quickly trailed off as he dragged Natasha down the walkway towards the room where the video game tournaments and game tests were starting.

With a sigh, Bucky turned to walk in the opposite direction, hell bent on finding something to do before the karaoke event started. His eyes landed on a newly familiar figure in the deepening shadows of the venue windows as the sky darkened outside. Her colored pigtails bounced when she jumped from her perch on the window sill and she sauntered her way over to him, twirling that damn bat along the way.

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You waited in the wings, taking to the shadows to watch the goings on around you. It was getting closer and closer to that time of night. Only an hour or so to go before you took the stage for karaoke and you couldn’t wait to see if he would show up.

Sat upon a high window sill near one of the stairwells, you watched and waited for him to come your way. His group had left not long after the contest, presumably to stop whatever plan their targets had enacted, but that was none of your business. Hydra was small fry compared to the things you had seen over the years.

A glint of lights on metal caught your eye as Bucky and his, smaller, entourage entered through the front doors. They stopped for a moment as Natasha and Bucky seemed to be conversing about their plans for the night, cute little Peter just bouncing his attention back and forth between them like a little kid. When Bucky finally split from the Widow and the Spider, you knew it was time to make a move. You had to get closer to the man, get just a taste of what you hoped to have tonight.

He stalked through the crowd, not noticing you on the sill at first, but when his eyes did land on you, you couldn’t help the devious grin that enveloped your face. Hopping from your perch, you walked his way, twirling your bat as you did.

He stopped in his tracks, hands clenching over and over, not sure what to do with himself. You stopped a few steps away, placing the end of your bat on his chest to keep him at bay, and smiled.

“Hey there, handsome. What’s a hero like you doing in a place like this?”

He cocked his head slightly, blinking as a bit of confusion entered his eyes. “You really from Brooklyn, doll? Cause that’s one hell of a fake accent if you aren’t.”

“Oh, so you noticed.” Giggling, you lowered your bat from his chest, resting the tip lightly on the floor next to you. “I grew up in Brooklyn, but left a few years ago thanks to, extenuating circumstances. That’s not what I wanna talk about though.”

Taking a step into his space, you placed your finger on his chest and began tracing little shapes over his kevlar. “I wanna talk about you, Mr. James.”

“Seems you know me plenty well, doll.” He smirked, grabbing your hand in his metallic grip. “Otherwise, you would have asked for my name.”

“Touché, smart boy.” You blushed, watching his thumb run across your knuckles. “So, now that you’ve captured me, what are you planning to do to me?”

“I’d like to start with your name and maybe we can go from there, darlin’.” Slowly releasing your hand, he waited.

You watched as hope and doubt warred in his eyes and you just couldn’t help yourself. Taking pity on him, you sighed. “Okay okay, just stop with the puppy dog eyes, its doing things to me.” You giggled when his ears turned red with his blush. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/N… That’s a beautiful name, doll.” Hearing him say your name as if he was physically tasting it on his tongue, it was erotic in an entirely new way. His words distracted you so much that you almost missed the moment he offered his hand to you. Unfortunately, he noticed your blunder, smiling gleefully at how well he was able to fluster you.

“Now that the introductions are out of the way. What do you say to a little photo session with me and my photographer friends over there.” Pointing towards the group of photographers milling about the photo area, you grinned up at Bucky donning your most innocent smile when you saw the suspicion cross his features.

“I thought you were due for karaoke?”

“I am, but I still have thirty minutes to kill before then. Come on, it will be fun.” Grabbing his hand you began leading his reluctant form towards the photographers. “How about we make a deal? For every picture we take, I will answer one of your questions.”

You finally reached the photographers, currently distracted by another group of cosplayers. As you waited, Bucky leaned into you and whispered in your ear. “As long as I get to spend more time with you, you can consider it a deal, doll face.”

His velvety voice whispering in your ear caused heat to travel to your core, followed by the rough edge of leather covered steel that traveled the length of your spine. You felt your nipples pebble beneath your bra as wetness pooled in your panties. This man was going to be the death of both of you if he wasn’t careful.

Looking over your shoulder at his looming form, you felt a thrill race through your body. “Was that a knife, Mr. James? Or are you just happy to see me?”

His electric blue gaze caused your blood to heat even more, there was a hunger there that you hadn’t seen in years and you couldn’t wait to experience it. “You have no idea, Y/N.”

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Bucky watched as you took a few solo pictures for the photographers, they were provocative and downright dirty. It was a sinful show, but the look on your face proclaimed that it was all for him.

You called him over for his own solo pictures, much to his chagrin. But he wasn’t one to disappoint a lady, especially a dame as beautiful as you. He posed with weapons drawn, masked and unmasked, he even took off his glove for a few, completely exposing his vibranium arm to the flashes from the photographer’s cameras.

When the solo photos got old, he reached out to grab your hand and pulled you into his chest, taking you completely by surprise.

Your hand landed on his chest and your breath caught in your throat as his, unmasked, handsome face looked down on yours. He was truly breathtaking. His lips, so perfectly pink and plump, just begging to be kissed, but you held back. There would be plenty of time for that later.

“I’ve got questions, doll.” Bucky spun you around to face the cameras again as you both posed for your next photo. He was surprisingly good at this for someone who was so good at avoiding cameras.

“Ask away, dear Bucky.” You smiled, grabbing his mask and covering the bottom half of your face with a wink towards camera, Bucky deftly flipping his knife over his palms.

“What do you do, besides cosplay I mean?”

“Police Detective. I have a badge and everything.” Hanging his mask back on his belt, you reached into his holster and pulled out a pistol, almost dropping it when you realized it was loaded. “Naughty naughty, boy. You aren’t supposed to have this in here.” You placed your hand on your hip, holding the pistol between your thumb and forefinger and making a face as if you were scolding Bucky. Taking up the act, he held his hands up in mock surrender, looking thoroughly chastised. Cute.

“I’m technically on the job, baby doll. What made you become a detective?”

With that question, you sobered. The excitement of the photography session quelled with the dark past that that question dredged up.

Handing his gun back, you got the photographer’s information so you could print these pictures later and walked over to a more private area, Bucky on your heels.

“I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to overstep.”

Sitting at an empty table near the windows, you waved off his concerns. “Don’t worry about it, dearie.” Taking a deep breath you told Bucky as much of your past as you were willing to share at the moment.

“We’ve all seen things, Bucky. I know your story, you were brainwashed and controlled like a puppet for years. I won’t say my situation was exactly the same as yours, no-one used a machine to wipe my memories or anything that extreme, but I have been taken advantage of in many ways over the years.”

Looking off into the distance, you became lost in the memories of that dark time. Then you felt a hand grip yours and you were back in the convention center, staring into sad blue eyes.

“I know what you mean, Y/N. You became a detective to keep other people from going through the things you went through. I know because I did the same thing by joining the Avengers team. You are a strong woman for facing your fears like that. It took me years before I was even willing to don this arm again.” Raising his gloved vibranium hand, he turned it so it would catch the light. The metal was so shiny and bright, a symbol of his own bravery that he got to wear every day. Not much different than the badge you carried on the job.

You smiled. “Thanks, James. I needed that.”

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The karaoke contest was a lesson in controlled chaos. Many of the participants had clearly had too much to drink, evident by their extreme dancing and out of tune singing.

You stood in line at the sign up table, watching Bucky blend into the shadows at the back of the room while you waited. The DJ and MC stood to the side of the stage, welcoming everyone who signed up and chatting with some of the regulars.

When you reached the table to sign up, the DJ pulled you into a quick hug. “Hey, Y/N. How have you been, girl?”

“I’ve been great, honestly. How has the business been going since you performed at Alexis’s wedding?”

“It’s been amazing. You weren’t kidding when you said she would bring me more exposure. Woman has some crazy hookups in the clubbing industry.”

“That’s great, bro.” Leaning into him, you whispered in his ear. “Hey, do you think you could do a girl a favor?”

Clapping you on the shoulder, his bright smile was so genuine it made you smile in return. “Of course, girl. You helped me out, and it would be pretty shitty of me not to pay you back. What do you need?”

Pointing over your shoulder to Bucky at the back of the room, you whispered your plan in the man’s ear. His smile was devious as he gave you a thumbs up and called the MC over who also agreed.

The MC took the stage to announce the next few singers discreetly adding you to the list. You were a regular on the stage, so nobody complained about you jumping ahead. Most of the people even cheered when they heard your name, making you blush and wave at them.

It didn’t take long before you were grabbing the mic and hopping up on stage with a smile. Looking to Bucky, you curled your finger, beckoning him forward from the shadows.

He sauntered to the center of the room, shaking his head and a smirk upon his lips as he watched. You winked at him and the room went dark, but for the few beams of neon light projected onto the screen at your back.

The bass began to thump throughout the room causing everyone to cheer as Bad Guy began to play over the speakers. Everyone began clapping along with the beat and cheering before going dead silent as you began to sing.

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Bucky watched the lights go dark as you turned your back to the crowd. They all cheered and clapped to the beat of the bass that filled the room. Neon lights swirled in reds and blues over the projector screen onstage.

Then the room when completely still and silent with the first sound of breath through the mic. It was as if everyone just fell into a trance, silently watching as you began singing.

White shirt now red, my bloody nose

Sleeping, you're on your tippy toes

Creeping around like no one knows

Think you're so criminal

Bruises, on both my knees for you

Don't say thank you or please

I do what I want when I'm wanting to

My soul? So cynical

Your voice was like velvet caressing the skin of Bucky’s body. The bass matching with the pace of his heart as you looked over your shoulder and sang the words directly to his soul. There was an underlying mystery within the tone of your voice that made him want to come closer with every word from your painted lips.

So you're a tough guy

Like it really rough guy

Just can't get enough guy

Chest always so puffed guy

I'm that bad type

Make your mama sad type

Make your girlfriend mad tight

Might seduce your dad type

I'm the bad guy, duh

I'm the bad guy

The words of the chorus seemed to leak through the plates of his vibranium arm and stirred the soldier inside his heart. The danger spoke to that dark part of him as you began to undress him with your eyes. He was in a full trance as you strutted around the stage like a model on a runway, stopping every so often to rock your hips in a sensual little dance that had his pants tightening uncomfortably. 

I like it when you take control

Even if you know that you don't

Own me, I'll let you play the role

I'll be your animal

My mommy likes to sing along with me

But she won't sing this song

If she reads all the lyrics

She'll pity the men I know

The soldier growled, rattling his cage until you turned your mischievous eyes to him again. Bucky’s control was slipping and the soldier was steadily pulling at his leash. He wanted out, he wanted you. It shook Bucky to his core. You came closer to the edge of the stage and beckoned him forward as you sang and danced only inches from him onstage.

So you're a tough guy

Like it really rough guy

Just can't get enough guy

Chest always so puffed guy

I'm that bad type

Make your mama sad type

Make your girlfriend mad tight

Might seduce your dad type

I'm the bad guy, duh

I'm the bad guy, duh

I'm only good at being bad, bad

You crouched at the edge of the stage, knees spread as you became eye level with the Winter Soldier. Singing the last line before the final chorus, Bucky snapped back into his own body with a lurch. He hadn’t lost control like that in years, but there was no time to dwell on that as the beat of the song changed and became strange in his ears.

I like when you get mad

I guess I'm pretty glad that you're alone

You said she's scared of me?

I mean, I don't see what she sees

But maybe it's 'cause I'm wearing your cologne

I'm a bad guy

I'm a bad guy

Bad guy, bad guy

I'm a bad-

The room went even darker as the neon lights flickered like red and blue flames over the stage. Fog enveloped your body as white light began to strobe around you. Bucky blinked, trying to reorient himself and you were gone from his view. It was like you disappeared.

Then he felt it. Small hands travelled the length of his legs, caressing him from his ankles to his hips as you sang the final verse. Your voice became quieter, more sensual as you slithered around his body, touching him all over and heating his blood until you whispered the last line in his ear.

He blinked and you were onstage again, bowing like a circus performer to the cheers from the crowd. You turned to him with a wink and hopped from the stage again to walk out the doors. He trailed behind you in confusion. Did any of that even happen? Did he imagine it?

He felt like he was going crazy as he exited through the double doors at the end of the room and searched the emptying convention center for you. He finally saw you, sitting at the table you had vacated earlier and something snapped inside him with your cocky smirk.

Bucky stalked towards you like a wolf on the hunt. When he reached your table, he wasted no time in pulling you into his body and taking your sinful lips in a breathtaking kiss.

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Your eyes flutter closed as Bucky’s lips mold over yours. You sigh and his tongue slips into your mouth as he tastes every corner of your mouth. You feel his metal hand caressing the back of your neck and you relax into him, melting like wax as his flesh hand caresses your hip.

Finally, he lets you pull away for air and your gazes meet. Neither of you can take the waiting and you grab his hand, pulling him towards the hotel across the street where you had rented a room for the weekend long convention.

When you reach the room, Bucky throws you over his shoulder and unlocks the door himself. You giggle with excitement and slap his ass cheek teasing him into growling and returning one of his own.

He struts into the room and kicks the door shut behind him before tossing you on the bed. You laugh loudly as you toss the bat - you somehow held onto - from the bed.

You watched as Bucky methodically divested himself of his weapons, laying them on the desk across the room. It was a type of foreplay all its own, watching him undress. It was an aphrodisiac all its own as he laid every dangerous weapon on his person out on the table, caressing certain blades with long thick fingers as if he was caressing a lover. It made you gasp when he fingered one particularly dark blade in the center of the table.

He looks ad you over his shoulder as he gripped the blade fully in his palm and began flipping it around in a dangerously sexy dance. “This was a gift from a friend of mine. Loki, God of Mischief, but I’m sure you’ve already heard of him.” Turning to you fully, Bucky continued to flip the knife in his hand as his other hand slowly unbuckled his kevlar vest, exposing the chiseled abs and pecks hidden underneath all of that tight black fabric.

“There’s one thing most people forget about him though, the man loves to party. Almost as much as Tony does. He is the God of Revelry as well, of course. On the day the Avengers welcomed me to the team, they all through a big party and he was there with this beauty.” Bucky caressed the edge of the blade with a metallic finger as he slowly approached the foot of the bed.

“He knew how much I love weapons and offered this one to me as a sort of peace offering. He said it was a token of congratulations for ‘finally freeing myself’.” He said that with air quotes making you giggle a bit.

“Loki sounds like a good friend to have. His brand of mischief was always something I admired.” Bucky’s blue eyes bored into yours and a flicker of jealousy lingered there with your words.

“I haven’t had the opportunity to use this yet, most of my fights nowadays are of the gun variety.” He shrugged, turning back to the desk as if he would put the blade back. You whimpered, a bit of disappointment making itself known without your consent.

The whimper from your lips made Bucky’s dick throb. He turned back to the bed, knife still cradled in his palm. “What’s wrong, doll? Don’t want me to put this away?”

You shook your head in denial. There was no way you were letting him put that blade away without using it tonight.

Holding your hands out to him, you curled your fingers in a come hither motion. “I think I’m overdressed, Bucky.”

He growled with excitement, causing shivers to shoot through your spine and heat to pool in your belly. You moved to lay your head on the pillows of the bed and watched as Bucky crawled up your body. His eyes were like glaciers, cold and hungry as he bent to trail the tip of his nose up the inside of your thigh to the apex of your hips.

You gasped as tingles of pleasure traveled out from where his body touched yours. Bypassing your aching center, much to your dismay, he gripped the bottom of your shirt with his teeth and pulled it upwards to expose your belly to his lips.

He pressed tender kisses around your belly button, dipping inside with his tongue before traveling back to the top edge of your tiny red and blue shorts and licking just under the waistband.

You arched your back and moaned his name to the ceiling when he moved away from your center again. He chuckled darkly. “Patience, Y/N.”

“Don’t tease, Buck-” You gasped as his mouth latched over your clothed nipple, bathing it in warm wet breath. “Oh, God!”

He continued to tease your body until you were flushed and gasping from the smallest sensation. His beard grazing your collarbone made you shiver, his teeth on your neck making you buck and moan as his hands slowly undressed you.

You were left panting on the bed in your lacy underthings as his hard body loomed over you. He held the knife in his hand again, caressing the skin of your hip with the flat of the blade. “I need you to be really still for this next part, doll.”

You could only nod, taking a steadying breath as dark and thrilling chills coursed through your veins. Bucky smiled down at you as you felt the blade slip under the waistband of your panties shredding through them like butter.

Your lips parted on a gasp as you felt the fabric slip away from your sides, and you silently thanked whatever God was listening that you remembered to get properly groomed before coming to the convention. Bucky repeated his actions, oblivious to your inner musings, as he sliced through the fabric at your other hip and the small strip of fabric that held the cups of your bra together across your sternum, exposing you to his gaze completely.

Bucky tossed the knife onto the side table as you removed the useless scraps of fabric from beneath your body. Turning back to you, he let out another deep growl. Your skin glistened in the moonlight from the window and your eyes were lit with mischief as they roved over his body in turn, before catching with his gaze.

Biting your lip, you reached out to tug the belt still holding his tactical pants in place. “I think you are the one that’s over dressed now, Mr. James.”

He grinned as he kissed you, giving you free reign to divest him of his pants as long as he got to taste your pretty mouth.

When he was fully undressed, you laid back on the bed again and pulled him down on top of you. His heavy cock grazed your hipbone, sending a rush of warmth to your already boiling core.

You bit the shell of his ear and dug your blunt nails into his shoulders and back as he teased you with his hard member. His mouth was like fire on your sensitive skin and his metal hand sent shivers down your spine with their cold and metallic texture. You whispered in his ear, unable to wait any longer. “Take me, Bucky.”

He took your lips in a long slow kiss as he lined himself up at your entrance. You moaned his name as he pushed himself inside, giving you a moment to adjust to his large size when you squeaked out a sound of discomfort.

You rocked your hips up into his, begging him to move and he obliged. Sitting above you, he began to piston his hips as a steadily increasing speed, hitting all the right spots inside you.

Bucky groaned when your walls began to contract around him. “Fuck, doll. You feel so damn good.”

You moaned with the pleasure coursing through you, rocking your hips in time with his, furthering your impending orgasm until he suddenly pulled out.

You groaned with disappointment, feeling suddenly empty until you felt him lower himself over you again. Your eyes flew open when his mouth connected with your core, sending you reeling over the precipice.

Gripping his hair you bucked your hips with the sensation, causing him to grip your ass and press his face all the harder over your clit.

His teeth grazed over your sensitive nub as his tongue delved into your body over and over until another orgasm screamed through you, stronger than the last. He pulled away, smiling down at you as you panted on the bed.

Then he was on you again, pressing his cock through your pulsing walls and fucking you into oblivion. It was as if you had gone through Heaven’s gates, reached Nirvana, and entered Valhalla all in the same moment. The pleasure was immense as he gave you orgasm after orgasm on that hotel bed, never ceasing in his relentless thrusting until he finally reached his own peak.

His hips began to jerk in an uneven rhythm as he came inside you, causing aftershocks in your core as he collapsed by your side.

He kissed your temple before heading into the bathroom to clean up, exiting a moment later with a warm washrag and wiping you clean as well. You hissed at the sensation, pleasantly sore, and he kissed your navel before throwing the rag onto the floor to clean up later.

Pulling the blankets away, Bucky laid in bed with you tossing his arm over you as you curled into his warmth and yawned with your exhaustion.

Turning into him, you tucked your head beneath his chin, nuzzling his neck with your nose. “Thank you for this, Bucky. I had so much fun.”

Your voice was tired and quiet in his ear making him smile, a bit impressed with himself to say the least. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he listened as your breathing evened out into that of one asleep as he whispered to you in the dark.

“Me too, doll. Me too.”

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The next morning, Bucky awoke to a cold bed.

He jerked himself awake, looking around the room for you, but your were nowhere to be found. All of your things were gone and he cursed himself a fool for letting you get away so easily.

A glint of something shiny caught his eye from the bedside table. It was his dagger, the one he had used for the first time last night, and underneath it was a note.

Sorry I didn’t stay to say my farewells, but I warned you. I’m the bad guy.

Bucky clenched his fist, the vibranium plates whirring with the motion. He turned the note over to see a picture of you in front of some back tower, blood stained your shirt as you smiled at the camera, pointing that damn bat at the photographer like you were holding a gun. Next to you stood an African American man that Bucky immediately recognized as Deadshot; an expert marksman and assassin, much like Bucky had been back in the day. The others in the picture were also familiar to him as members of the Suicide Squad that the team had heard rumors of back in the day.

Sitting hard on the edge of the bed, Bucky ran his free hand through his long chestnut locks, tangling in the mess of bedhead he had yet to fix. He couldn’t believe it. Either this was some well fabricated photo done with that photoshop program that Peter and Shuri talked about from time to time, or you were actually, really and truly, Harley Quinn.

Gripping the photo in his hand, he knew what he had to do.

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Six months later, Bucky had all but forgotten about his midnight transgressions after the convention.

He had burned that picture, just moments after learning the truth, not willing to put you in danger after you had made such a wonderful and peaceful life for yourself. F.R.I.D.A.Y. has searched for you, as per his request and found some really interesting information.

Turns out, you had been the reason for your boyfriend’s death, if any sane person could even call the Joker your boyfriend. He had been manipulating you for years, until the Suicide Squad had saved you, given you a purpose.

Joker had tried to take that away from you, attacking your teammates and expecting you to just watch from the sidelines. But you had retaliated, beating him with that bat and shooting him with his own gun.

You had gone into hiding not long after that, changed your name and moved away by the CIA in order to keep you safe from what was left of the Joker’s henchmen.

Now, you were a normal citizen, or as normal as someone who had been through all that could be. You held a normal job with the local police, helping others and arresting criminals, and Bucky was honestly proud to have met you. You both had shared an amazing night together and he wasn’t willing to ruin that memory in any way. So, he let you go, wishing you well along the way.

Today was set to be a unique one to say the least. Tony had called a meeting for the Avengers. Apparently, he and Steve had recruited a new member for the team and were bringing her in to meet everyone today.

Bucky walked down the glass and steel corridors of Avenger’s tower, headed for the conference room when a familiar laugh echoed through the halls. He stopped in his tracks, searching for the source of the sound, but he found nothing.

“Get yourself together, Buck. There’s no way she would be here.”

Walking the last few feet, Bucky shoved the doors open and sauntered into the room, taking a seat between Sam and Wanda.

Sam leaned his way to whisper in Bucky’s ear. “Heard the new recruit is a woman. What do you think she’ll be like? Bet she’s drop dead gorgeous.”

Bucky shook his head at Sam’s teasing tone, ribbing him lightly with his elbow causing Wanda to giggle.

The door to the conference room opened up wide, allowing Tony and Steve to step through together. Bucky watched as a flash of black and red hair stopped just outside the door to the room, waiting to be called in.

Tony cleared his throat as Steve took a seat, effectively pulling the attention of the room to him. “Avengers, we have a new member starting today. She will be on a probationary period for the next few months so we can supervise her before sending her on missions with the rest of the team.”

Just then, Tony turned his attention onto Bucky and nerves began to roll in his stomach. “Bucky, I have put you in charge of the new recruit, with Wanda and Loki acting as your backup in case you need it. As I feel you are most equipped to deal with this member’s skills and past experiences.”

The way Tony’s face turned sour with the word ‘experiences’, Bucky knew something was up and turned to Steve for clarification. “What the hell is going on, Steve? What has this person done for you to put me on babysitting detail? Who is she?”

A sigh left Steve’s lips as he went to open the door. “People in the southern states call her Dark Angel, she’s been working as a vigilante hero for a few years now. But her ways were a bit over the top and unconventional, which landed her in our hands.”

Opening the door fully, Steve motioned for the woman to enter.

The first thing Bucky noticed was her long black hair, it was longer than he remembered and much darker, as the last time he had seen her, it was blonde with blue and pink ends. Then his eyes were caught in the blue depths of hers and he shuddered out a breath with her name.

“Y/N, is that really you?”

She smirked deviously. “Nice of you to remember me, Bucky. Though I expected you to call me by my old name.”

The team looked back and forth between the two of them, waiting for Bucky to divulge the secret he had been keeping for months now. His fist clenched, the sound of plates whirring through the silent room as he felt the soldier slowly bleed into his eyes again.

“It’s nice to see you again, Harley Quinn.”

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