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hi everyone!!!!
it’s been a minute or two. currently i’m hanging out on my other blog @ahsxkaa, writing some obi wan kenobi stories.
so if you’re into that, go check it out! and if not, that’s fine too.
i ran out of creative juices with back in the fight (and i got distracted by all the new content), but i hope to be back soon!
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Back in the Fight III
summary: Zemo takes you to Madripoor, where things get a little out of hand.
word count: 1500+
warnings: slight mention of trafficking. very, very brief mention, no detail. also a bit of canon divergence
catch up on part I and part II here
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Uncomfortable.
Everything about this situation was uncomfortable. Yes, you were used to undercover work. But something about this felt different to you, and not in a good way.
The fabric of the dress that sat too low on your chest and too high on your thighs was itchy in every place possible. The heels you wore were almost high enough to break your ankles. The air in Madripoor was thick and stuffy.
On your left, Sam was dressed out in high scale clothing, intending to match the get-up of a well-known rake nicknamed the Smiling Tiger. To your right, Bucky was dressed in his normal outfit with his metal arm exposed, meant to show that he was, in fact, the Winter Soldier. Both seemed tense and just as uncomfortable as you were.
The three of you and Zemo walked through the streets of Hightown. The neon-lit streets were crawling with people. Some held large guns in their hands, others held stacks of cash. This, you thought, felt like you had landed in some video game. You subconsciously move closer to Bucky’s side and keep your head down, not really wanting to interact with anyone on the street for fear of blowing your cover, or worse.
After a few minutes of walking, you arrive at a crowded bar and Zemo begins to lead the four of you through the door. You move next to Sam and wrap your arm around his, assuming your role as the rake’s woman of interest for the night. People begin to watch you and you suddenly feel more exposed than you already had. Sam, feeling your apprehension, grabs and squeezes your hand lightly. You give him a slight nod and look back at the crowd around you. If you were to play your part correctly, you needed to be confident.
Zemo, noticing the crowd’s interest in your group, quickly speaks up. You don’t register the words he’s speaking in his cold tone, but recognize the language to be Russian. Bucky tensing up in front of you and Sam confirms your suspicions and immediately you hear whispers wave through the mass of people.
“The Winter Soldier?”
“Is that really him?”
“I thought he was dead?”
The next few minutes feel like a blur. You watch as Sam drinks a cocktail involving the guts of a snake and try not to bring up your last meal. You listen as Zemo controls the situation, asking for information about the Power Broker. You scan your surroundings, keeping eyes on everyone surrounding the bar. People walk in and out of the room - were any of these people who Zemo had brought you to meet?
What brings you out of your trance is Zemo speaking in Russian again and Bucky, who had been standing stoically along the bar before, lurch toward a man standing just behind you. The two of you lock glances quickly, before he resumes his role.
“It didn’t take much for him to fall back into form,” Zemo says with a chuckle.
“Shut the hell up,” you respond, a shiver going through your body. Reality is blurred as you watch him fight. And the others feel it too. Guns are cocked, people are shouting - was this really a part of the plan?
You share a quick, worried glance with Sam, who moves to pull Bucky off of the man he’s currently choking to death. You stay at your position in front of the bar, keenly observing the crowd that is quickly closing in. Zemo is quick to step in front of Sam, mouthing words that you can’t hear, even from your close proximity. Whatever he said must have worked, for only seconds later the bartender announces that Selby was ready to talk.
You all quickly duck out of the main room and are ushered through the dark hallways to an upper level. As subtle as you could, you walk up next to Bucky, quickly grabbing and squeezing his hand, making an effort to make as little extra movement as possible.
“You good?” you whisper, the words barely coming out in fear of attracting the attention of the heavily armed men walking behind you.
He gulps and gives a quick nod. On other days, you wouldn’t have questioned it, but today, you see right through his facade. Fortunately for him, now isn’t the time to badger, so you sigh and give his hand one final squeeze before creating space between you once again.
When you’re introduced to Selby, you have to hold back your cringe at the way she looks at you. Like you’re tonight’s meal. Or a prize to be won. She, unlike you and your posse, is obviously not one for subtlety. You’re sure everyone else feels the tension too and you’re confident they do when Zemo speaks. The words that come out of his mouth somehow manage to make you more sick than Selby’s stare.
“What I’m proposing is this,” he begins, moving to stand next to you as he walks, “You tell us what you know about the Super Soldier serum, and I’ll let you have our dear pet here. She will do anything you want.”
You shudder, your mouth falling open at this suggestion. Sam tenses up, and Bucky’s fists flex at his side. None of you dare move, though. You try to plaster a smile on your face, working hard to play your part to perfection. You’re sure it’s coming across as more of a pained grimace and you desperately plead with any god out there to help you through this test of your patience.
“Well now,” Selby says, her voice low. “I’m glad I decided not to kill you. That’s quite the offer.”
Zemo pushes you across the room so you’re standing right in front of Selby. She pats the spot on the couch next to her and you take a deep breath, before sitting. She takes one last glance at you before speaking again.
“The serum is here in Madripoor, thanks to Dr. Nagel. It got a bit out of hand,” she says. She shakes her head and smiles to herself, looking almost proud of the chaos.
“Is the Doctor, still around?” Zemo counters.
Selby lets out a laugh and pats you on your bare thigh before standing, “The bread crumbs are free, but I’m afraid you’ll have to pay for the whole bakery. And before you-”
She’s cut off by a cell phone vibrating, loudly. Louder than you would’ve liked, considering the phone in question appears to belong to Sam. The next few minutes are dreadful and feel like slow-motion.
Sam answers the phone, he’s trying to play cool.
Sarah is on the other end, clearly not understanding the situation and getting irritated by the circumstances.
Selby begins pacing around the room, circling your group like she’s on the hunt for prey.
You’re standing and moving back to where Bucky is, against the far wall.
Sarah calls Sam by his name and -
Sarah calls Sam by his name. Shit.
Before you can react, guns are firing and Selby’s body is suddenly falling to the floor, lifeless. You curse under your breath and reach for the small knife that’s hidden under the hem of your dress. You get to it just in time, as one of Selby’s henchmen moves quickly in your direction. You slash him across the arm, causing him to lash out. You are unable to move away fast enough and the heel of his gun crashes right into the side of your head.
You let out a pained yelp and scramble backwards, ending up against the wall. Bucky is quickly on your attacker, taking him down with much better speed and strength than you. As Sam takes care of the other guard, Bucky quickly moves to you, reaching out to steady you.
“Are you okay?” He asks, a worried expression laying firmly on his face.
“Considering I could’ve been used as Selby’s groupie tonight, a concussion is looking pretty good,” you respond, attempting humor to relieve the pain you’re feeling.
Bucky grumbles under his breath and you notice his eyes go dark, but only for a fleeting second. “You know I would’ve never let that happen to you.”
“If that’s what needed to happen to complete the mi-”
“No,” he shouts, “I would never let that happen to you. Do you hear me?”
“Y-yes,” you say softly. “I know. And I hope you know, I won’t let Zemo continue to use your past for our gain.”
“It’s okay, doll,” he says.
But you cut him off, wanting to prove your point like he did for you, “I mean it, Buck.”
He gently squeezes your shoulder and helps you stand up straight. You notice Sam and Zemo standing in front of you - have they been there the whole time? Sam looks smug and Zemo looks pissed. You pull away from Bucky quickly, feeling a bit awkward that you had an audience. That was the first time Bucky had ever acted so passionate (was that the right word?) around you and it was making you feel slightly warm.
“I hate to break up the love fest,” he says, “but we have a real problem, now.”
You nod and grip the knife in your hand and glance around the room at your friends. Just days ago, you had been living peacefully in your New York apartment. And now, you were in some lawless part of a foreign country on the hunt for a crazy doctor who created an army of super soldiers. Oh, and you might be developing feelings for your super-soldier Avenger friend. If this was only the start of the problem, you were certainly in for one hell of a night.
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Back in the Fight III
summary: Zemo takes you to Madripoor, where things get a little out of hand.
word count: 1500+
warnings: slight mention of trafficking. very, very brief mention, no detail. also a bit of canon divergence
catch up on part I and part II here
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Uncomfortable.
Everything about this situation was uncomfortable. Yes, you were used to undercover work. But something about this felt different to you, and not in a good way.
The fabric of the dress that sat too low on your chest and too high on your thighs was itchy in every place possible. The heels you wore were almost high enough to break your ankles. The air in Madripoor was thick and stuffy.
On your left, Sam was dressed out in high scale clothing, intending to match the get-up of a well-known rake nicknamed the Smiling Tiger. To your right, Bucky was dressed in his normal outfit with his metal arm exposed, meant to show that he was, in fact, the Winter Soldier. Both seemed tense and just as uncomfortable as you were.
The three of you and Zemo walked through the streets of Hightown. The neon-lit streets were crawling with people. Some held large guns in their hands, others held stacks of cash. This, you thought, felt like you had landed in some video game. You subconsciously move closer to Bucky’s side and keep your head down, not really wanting to interact with anyone on the street for fear of blowing your cover, or worse.
After a few minutes of walking, you arrive at a crowded bar and Zemo begins to lead the four of you through the door. You move next to Sam and wrap your arm around his, assuming your role as the rake’s woman of interest for the night. People begin to watch you and you suddenly feel more exposed than you already had. Sam, feeling your apprehension, grabs and squeezes your hand lightly. You give him a slight nod and look back at the crowd around you. If you were to play your part correctly, you needed to be confident.
Zemo, noticing the crowd’s interest in your group, quickly speaks up. You don’t register the words he’s speaking in his cold tone, but recognize the language to be Russian. Bucky tensing up in front of you and Sam confirms your suspicions and immediately you hear whispers wave through the mass of people.
“The Winter Soldier?”
“Is that really him?”
“I thought he was dead?”
The next few minutes feel like a blur. You watch as Sam drinks a cocktail involving the guts of a snake and try not to bring up your last meal. You listen as Zemo controls the situation, asking for information about the Power Broker. You scan your surroundings, keeping eyes on everyone surrounding the bar. People walk in and out of the room - were any of these people who Zemo had brought you to meet?
What brings you out of your trance is Zemo speaking in Russian again and Bucky, who had been standing stoically along the bar before, lurch toward a man standing just behind you. The two of you lock glances quickly, before he resumes his role.
“It didn’t take much for him to fall back into form,” Zemo says with a chuckle.
“Shut the hell up,” you respond, a shiver going through your body. Reality is blurred as you watch him fight. And the others feel it too. Guns are cocked, people are shouting - was this really a part of the plan?
You share a quick, worried glance with Sam, who moves to pull Bucky off of the man he’s currently choking to death. You stay at your position in front of the bar, keenly observing the crowd that is quickly closing in. Zemo is quick to step in front of Sam, mouthing words that you can’t hear, even from your close proximity. Whatever he said must have worked, for only seconds later the bartender announces that Selby was ready to talk.
You all quickly duck out of the main room and are ushered through the dark hallways to an upper level. As subtle as you could, you walk up next to Bucky, quickly grabbing and squeezing his hand, making an effort to make as little extra movement as possible.
“You good?” you whisper, the words barely coming out in fear of attracting the attention of the heavily armed men walking behind you.
He gulps and gives a quick nod. On other days, you wouldn’t have questioned it, but today, you see right through his facade. Fortunately for him, now isn’t the time to badger, so you sigh and give his hand one final squeeze before creating space between you once again.
When you’re introduced to Selby, you have to hold back your cringe at the way she looks at you. Like you’re tonight’s meal. Or a prize to be won. She, unlike you and your posse, is obviously not one for subtlety. You’re sure everyone else feels the tension too and you’re confident they do when Zemo speaks. The words that come out of his mouth somehow manage to make you more sick than Selby’s stare.
“What I’m proposing is this,” he begins, moving to stand next to you as he walks, “You tell us what you know about the Super Soldier serum, and I’ll let you have our dear pet here. She will do anything you want.”
You shudder, your mouth falling open at this suggestion. Sam tenses up, and Bucky’s fists flex at his side. None of you dare move, though. You try to plaster a smile on your face, working hard to play your part to perfection. You’re sure it’s coming across as more of a pained grimace and you desperately plead with any god out there to help you through this test of your patience.
“Well now,” Selby says, her voice low. “I’m glad I decided not to kill you. That’s quite the offer.”
Zemo pushes you across the room so you’re standing right in front of Selby. She pats the spot on the couch next to her and you take a deep breath, before sitting. She takes one last glance at you before speaking again.
“The serum is here in Madripoor, thanks to Dr. Nagel. It got a bit out of hand,” she says. She shakes her head and smiles to herself, looking almost proud of the chaos.
“Is the Doctor, still around?” Zemo counters.
Selby lets out a laugh and pats you on your bare thigh before standing, “The bread crumbs are free, but I’m afraid you’ll have to pay for the whole bakery. And before you-”
She’s cut off by a cell phone vibrating, loudly. Louder than you would’ve liked, considering the phone in question appears to belong to Sam. The next few minutes are dreadful and feel like slow-motion.
Sam answers the phone, he’s trying to play cool.
Sarah is on the other end, clearly not understanding the situation and getting irritated by the circumstances.
Selby begins pacing around the room, circling your group like she’s on the hunt for prey.
You’re standing and moving back to where Bucky is, against the far wall.
Sarah calls Sam by his name and -
Sarah calls Sam by his name. Shit.
Before you can react, guns are firing and Selby’s body is suddenly falling to the floor, lifeless. You curse under your breath and reach for the small knife that’s hidden under the hem of your dress. You get to it just in time, as one of Selby’s henchmen moves quickly in your direction. You slash him across the arm, causing him to lash out. You are unable to move away fast enough and the heel of his gun crashes right into the side of your head.
You let out a pained yelp and scramble backwards, ending up against the wall. Bucky is quickly on your attacker, taking him down with much better speed and strength than you. As Sam takes care of the other guard, Bucky quickly moves to you, reaching out to steady you.
“Are you okay?” He asks, a worried expression laying firmly on his face.
“Considering I could’ve been used as Selby’s groupie tonight, a concussion is looking pretty good,” you respond, attempting humor to relieve the pain you’re feeling.
Bucky grumbles under his breath and you notice his eyes go dark, but only for a fleeting second. “You know I would’ve never let that happen to you.”
“If that’s what needed to happen to complete the mi-”
“No,” he shouts, “I would never let that happen to you. Do you hear me?”
“Y-yes,” you say softly. “I know. And I hope you know, I won’t let Zemo continue to use your past for our gain.”
“It’s okay, doll,” he says.
But you cut him off, wanting to prove your point like he did for you, “I mean it, Buck.”
He gently squeezes your shoulder and helps you stand up straight. You notice Sam and Zemo standing in front of you - have they been there the whole time? Sam looks smug and Zemo looks pissed. You pull away from Bucky quickly, feeling a bit awkward that you had an audience. That was the first time Bucky had ever acted so passionate (was that the right word?) around you and it was making you feel slightly warm.
“I hate to break up the love fest,” he says, “but we have a real problem, now.”
You nod and grip the knife in your hand and glance around the room at your friends. Just days ago, you had been living peacefully in your New York apartment. And now, you were in some lawless part of a foreign country on the hunt for a crazy doctor who created an army of super soldiers. Oh, and you might be developing feelings for your super-soldier Avenger friend. If this was only the start of the problem, you were certainly in for one hell of a night.
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Back in the Fight III
summary: Zemo takes you to Madripoor, where things get a little out of hand.
word count: 1500+
warnings: slight mention of trafficking. very, very brief mention, no detail. also a bit of canon divergence
catch up on part I and part II here
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Uncomfortable.
Everything about this situation was uncomfortable. Yes, you were used to undercover work. But something about this felt different to you, and not in a good way.
The fabric of the dress that sat too low on your chest and too high on your thighs was itchy in every place possible. The heels you wore were almost high enough to break your ankles. The air in Madripoor was thick and stuffy.
On your left, Sam was dressed out in high scale clothing, intending to match the get-up of a well-known rake nicknamed the Smiling Tiger. To your right, Bucky was dressed in his normal outfit with his metal arm exposed, meant to show that he was, in fact, the Winter Soldier. Both seemed tense and just as uncomfortable as you were.
The three of you and Zemo walked through the streets of Hightown. The neon-lit streets were crawling with people. Some held large guns in their hands, others held stacks of cash. This, you thought, felt like you had landed in some video game. You subconsciously move closer to Bucky’s side and keep your head down, not really wanting to interact with anyone on the street for fear of blowing your cover, or worse.
After a few minutes of walking, you arrive at a crowded bar and Zemo begins to lead the four of you through the door. You move next to Sam and wrap your arm around his, assuming your role as the rake’s woman of interest for the night. People begin to watch you and you suddenly feel more exposed than you already had. Sam, feeling your apprehension, grabs and squeezes your hand lightly. You give him a slight nod and look back at the crowd around you. If you were to play your part correctly, you needed to be confident.
Zemo, noticing the crowd’s interest in your group, quickly speaks up. You don’t register the words he’s speaking in his cold tone, but recognize the language to be Russian. Bucky tensing up in front of you and Sam confirms your suspicions and immediately you hear whispers wave through the mass of people.
“The Winter Soldier?”
“Is that really him?”
“I thought he was dead?”
The next few minutes feel like a blur. You watch as Sam drinks a cocktail involving the guts of a snake and try not to bring up your last meal. You listen as Zemo controls the situation, asking for information about the Power Broker. You scan your surroundings, keeping eyes on everyone surrounding the bar. People walk in and out of the room - were any of these people who Zemo had brought you to meet?
What brings you out of your trance is Zemo speaking in Russian again and Bucky, who had been standing stoically along the bar before, lurch toward a man standing just behind you. The two of you lock glances quickly, before he resumes his role.
“It didn’t take much for him to fall back into form,” Zemo says with a chuckle.
“Shut the hell up,” you respond, a shiver going through your body. Reality is blurred as you watch him fight. And the others feel it too. Guns are cocked, people are shouting - was this really a part of the plan?
You share a quick, worried glance with Sam, who moves to pull Bucky off of the man he’s currently choking to death. You stay at your position in front of the bar, keenly observing the crowd that is quickly closing in. Zemo is quick to step in front of Sam, mouthing words that you can’t hear, even from your close proximity. Whatever he said must have worked, for only seconds later the bartender announces that Selby was ready to talk.
You all quickly duck out of the main room and are ushered through the dark hallways to an upper level. As subtle as you could, you walk up next to Bucky, quickly grabbing and squeezing his hand, making an effort to make as little extra movement as possible.
“You good?” you whisper, the words barely coming out in fear of attracting the attention of the heavily armed men walking behind you.
He gulps and gives a quick nod. On other days, you wouldn’t have questioned it, but today, you see right through his facade. Fortunately for him, now isn’t the time to badger, so you sigh and give his hand one final squeeze before creating space between you once again.
When you’re introduced to Selby, you have to hold back your cringe at the way she looks at you. Like you’re tonight’s meal. Or a prize to be won. She, unlike you and your posse, is obviously not one for subtlety. You’re sure everyone else feels the tension too and you’re confident they do when Zemo speaks. The words that come out of his mouth somehow manage to make you more sick than Selby’s stare.
“What I’m proposing is this,” he begins, moving to stand next to you as he walks, “You tell us what you know about the Super Soldier serum, and I’ll let you have our dear pet here. She will do anything you want.”
You shudder, your mouth falling open at this suggestion. Sam tenses up, and Bucky’s fists flex at his side. None of you dare move, though. You try to plaster a smile on your face, working hard to play your part to perfection. You’re sure it’s coming across as more of a pained grimace and you desperately plead with any god out there to help you through this test of your patience.
“Well now,” Selby says, her voice low. “I’m glad I decided not to kill you. That’s quite the offer.”
Zemo pushes you across the room so you’re standing right in front of Selby. She pats the spot on the couch next to her and you take a deep breath, before sitting. She takes one last glance at you before speaking again.
“The serum is here in Madripoor, thanks to Dr. Nagel. It got a bit out of hand,” she says. She shakes her head and smiles to herself, looking almost proud of the chaos.
“Is the Doctor, still around?” Zemo counters.
Selby lets out a laugh and pats you on your bare thigh before standing, “The bread crumbs are free, but I’m afraid you’ll have to pay for the whole bakery. And before you-”
She’s cut off by a cell phone vibrating, loudly. Louder than you would’ve liked, considering the phone in question appears to belong to Sam. The next few minutes are dreadful and feel like slow-motion.
Sam answers the phone, he’s trying to play cool.
Sarah is on the other end, clearly not understanding the situation and getting irritated by the circumstances.
Selby begins pacing around the room, circling your group like she’s on the hunt for prey.
You’re standing and moving back to where Bucky is, against the far wall.
Sarah calls Sam by his name and -
Sarah calls Sam by his name. Shit.
Before you can react, guns are firing and Selby’s body is suddenly falling to the floor, lifeless. You curse under your breath and reach for the small knife that’s hidden under the hem of your dress. You get to it just in time, as one of Selby’s henchmen moves quickly in your direction. You slash him across the arm, causing him to lash out. You are unable to move away fast enough and the heel of his gun crashes right into the side of your head.
You let out a pained yelp and scramble backwards, ending up against the wall. Bucky is quickly on your attacker, taking him down with much better speed and strength than you. As Sam takes care of the other guard, Bucky quickly moves to you, reaching out to steady you.
“Are you okay?” He asks, a worried expression laying firmly on his face.
“Considering I could’ve been used as Selby’s groupie tonight, a concussion is looking pretty good,” you respond, attempting humor to relieve the pain you’re feeling.
Bucky grumbles under his breath and you notice his eyes go dark, but only for a fleeting second. “You know I would’ve never let that happen to you.”
“If that’s what needed to happen to complete the mi-”
“No,” he shouts, “I would never let that happen to you. Do you hear me?”
“Y-yes,” you say softly. “I know. And I hope you know, I won’t let Zemo continue to use your past for our gain.”
“It’s okay, doll,” he says.
But you cut him off, wanting to prove your point like he did for you, “I mean it, Buck.”
He gently squeezes your shoulder and helps you stand up straight. You notice Sam and Zemo standing in front of you - have they been there the whole time? Sam looks smug and Zemo looks pissed. You pull away from Bucky quickly, feeling a bit awkward that you had an audience. That was the first time Bucky had ever acted so passionate (was that the right word?) around you and it was making you feel slightly warm.
“I hate to break up the love fest,” he says, “but we have a real problem, now.”
You nod and grip the knife in your hand and glance around the room at your friends. Just days ago, you had been living peacefully in your New York apartment. And now, you were in some lawless part of a foreign country on the hunt for a crazy doctor who created an army of super soldiers. Oh, and you might be developing feelings for your super-soldier Avenger friend. If this was only the start of the problem, you were certainly in for one hell of a night.
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bxckybarness · 2 years
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realized i tried to tag using the wrong account, oops! so here’s take 2 for those that asked to be reminded :)
here’s part 3 of back in the fight! @i-still-dont-like-your-face @justanothermagicalsara hope you enjoy!
Back in the Fight III
summary: Zemo takes you to Madripoor, where things get a little out of hand.
word count: 1500+
warnings: slight mention of trafficking. very, very brief mention, no detail. also a bit of canon divergence
catch up on part I and part II here
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Uncomfortable.
Everything about this situation was uncomfortable. Yes, you were used to undercover work. But something about this felt different to you, and not in a good way.
The fabric of the dress that sat too low on your chest and too high on your thighs was itchy in every place possible. The heels you wore were almost high enough to break your ankles. The air in Madripoor was thick and stuffy.
On your left, Sam was dressed out in high scale clothing, intending to match the get-up of a well-known rake nicknamed the Smiling Tiger. To your right, Bucky was dressed in his normal outfit with his metal arm exposed, meant to show that he was, in fact, the Winter Soldier. Both seemed tense and just as uncomfortable as you were.
The three of you and Zemo walked through the streets of Hightown. The neon-lit streets were crawling with people. Some held large guns in their hands, others held stacks of cash. This, you thought, felt like you had landed in some video game. You subconsciously move closer to Bucky’s side and keep your head down, not really wanting to interact with anyone on the street for fear of blowing your cover, or worse.
After a few minutes of walking, you arrive at a crowded bar and Zemo begins to lead the four of you through the door. You move next to Sam and wrap your arm around his, assuming your role as the rake’s woman of interest for the night. People begin to watch you and you suddenly feel more exposed than you already had. Sam, feeling your apprehension, grabs and squeezes your hand lightly. You give him a slight nod and look back at the crowd around you. If you were to play your part correctly, you needed to be confident.
Zemo, noticing the crowd’s interest in your group, quickly speaks up. You don’t register the words he’s speaking in his cold tone, but recognize the language to be Russian. Bucky tensing up in front of you and Sam confirms your suspicions and immediately you hear whispers wave through the mass of people.
“The Winter Soldier?”
“Is that really him?”
“I thought he was dead?”
The next few minutes feel like a blur. You watch as Sam drinks a cocktail involving the guts of a snake and try not to bring up your last meal. You listen as Zemo controls the situation, asking for information about the Power Broker. You scan your surroundings, keeping eyes on everyone surrounding the bar. People walk in and out of the room - were any of these people who Zemo had brought you to meet?
What brings you out of your trance is Zemo speaking in Russian again and Bucky, who had been standing stoically along the bar before, lurch toward a man standing just behind you. The two of you lock glances quickly, before he resumes his role.
“It didn’t take much for him to fall back into form,” Zemo says with a chuckle.
“Shut the hell up,” you respond, a shiver going through your body. Reality is blurred as you watch him fight. And the others feel it too. Guns are cocked, people are shouting - was this really a part of the plan?
You share a quick, worried glance with Sam, who moves to pull Bucky off of the man he’s currently choking to death. You stay at your position in front of the bar, keenly observing the crowd that is quickly closing in. Zemo is quick to step in front of Sam, mouthing words that you can’t hear, even from your close proximity. Whatever he said must have worked, for only seconds later the bartender announces that Selby was ready to talk.
You all quickly duck out of the main room and are ushered through the dark hallways to an upper level. As subtle as you could, you walk up next to Bucky, quickly grabbing and squeezing his hand, making an effort to make as little extra movement as possible.
“You good?” you whisper, the words barely coming out in fear of attracting the attention of the heavily armed men walking behind you.
He gulps and gives a quick nod. On other days, you wouldn’t have questioned it, but today, you see right through his facade. Fortunately for him, now isn’t the time to badger, so you sigh and give his hand one final squeeze before creating space between you once again.
When you’re introduced to Selby, you have to hold back your cringe at the way she looks at you. Like you’re tonight’s meal. Or a prize to be won. She, unlike you and your posse, is obviously not one for subtlety. You’re sure everyone else feels the tension too and you’re confident they do when Zemo speaks. The words that come out of his mouth somehow manage to make you more sick than Selby’s stare.
“What I’m proposing is this,” he begins, moving to stand next to you as he walks, “You tell us what you know about the Super Soldier serum, and I’ll let you have our dear pet here. She will do anything you want.”
You shudder, your mouth falling open at this suggestion. Sam tenses up, and Bucky’s fists flex at his side. None of you dare move, though. You try to plaster a smile on your face, working hard to play your part to perfection. You’re sure it’s coming across as more of a pained grimace and you desperately plead with any god out there to help you through this test of your patience.
“Well now,” Selby says, her voice low. “I’m glad I decided not to kill you. That’s quite the offer.”
Zemo pushes you across the room so you’re standing right in front of Selby. She pats the spot on the couch next to her and you take a deep breath, before sitting. She takes one last glance at you before speaking again.
“The serum is here in Madripoor, thanks to Dr. Nagel. It got a bit out of hand,” she says. She shakes her head and smiles to herself, looking almost proud of the chaos.
“Is the Doctor, still around?” Zemo counters.
Selby lets out a laugh and pats you on your bare thigh before standing, “The bread crumbs are free, but I’m afraid you’ll have to pay for the whole bakery. And before you-”
She’s cut off by a cell phone vibrating, loudly. Louder than you would’ve liked, considering the phone in question appears to belong to Sam. The next few minutes are dreadful and feel like slow-motion.
Sam answers the phone, he’s trying to play cool.
Sarah is on the other end, clearly not understanding the situation and getting irritated by the circumstances.
Selby begins pacing around the room, circling your group like she’s on the hunt for prey.
You’re standing and moving back to where Bucky is, against the far wall.
Sarah calls Sam by his name and -
Sarah calls Sam by his name. Shit.
Before you can react, guns are firing and Selby’s body is suddenly falling to the floor, lifeless. You curse under your breath and reach for the small knife that’s hidden under the hem of your dress. You get to it just in time, as one of Selby’s henchmen moves quickly in your direction. You slash him across the arm, causing him to lash out. You are unable to move away fast enough and the heel of his gun crashes right into the side of your head.
You let out a pained yelp and scramble backwards, ending up against the wall. Bucky is quickly on your attacker, taking him down with much better speed and strength than you. As Sam takes care of the other guard, Bucky quickly moves to you, reaching out to steady you.
“Are you okay?” He asks, a worried expression laying firmly on his face.
“Considering I could’ve been used as Selby’s groupie tonight, a concussion is looking pretty good,” you respond, attempting humor to relieve the pain you’re feeling.
Bucky grumbles under his breath and you notice his eyes go dark, but only for a fleeting second. “You know I would’ve never let that happen to you.”
“If that’s what needed to happen to complete the mi-”
“No,” he shouts, “I would never let that happen to you. Do you hear me?”
“Y-yes,” you say softly. “I know. And I hope you know, I won’t let Zemo continue to use your past for our gain.”
“It’s okay, doll,” he says.
But you cut him off, wanting to prove your point like he did for you, “I mean it, Buck.”
He gently squeezes your shoulder and helps you stand up straight. You notice Sam and Zemo standing in front of you - have they been there the whole time? Sam looks smug and Zemo looks pissed. You pull away from Bucky quickly, feeling a bit awkward that you had an audience. That was the first time Bucky had ever acted so passionate (was that the right word?) around you and it was making you feel slightly warm.
“I hate to break up the love fest,” he says, “but we have a real problem, now.”
You nod and grip the knife in your hand and glance around the room at your friends. Just days ago, you had been living peacefully in your New York apartment. And now, you were in some lawless part of a foreign country on the hunt for a crazy doctor who created an army of super soldiers. Oh, and you might be developing feelings for your super-soldier Avenger friend. If this was only the start of the problem, you were certainly in for one hell of a night.
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Back in the Fight III
summary: Zemo takes you to Madripoor, where things get a little out of hand.
word count: 1500+
warnings: slight mention of trafficking. very, very brief mention, no detail. also a bit of canon divergence
catch up on part I and part II here
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Uncomfortable.
Everything about this situation was uncomfortable. Yes, you were used to undercover work. But something about this felt different to you, and not in a good way.
The fabric of the dress that sat too low on your chest and too high on your thighs was itchy in every place possible. The heels you wore were almost high enough to break your ankles. The air in Madripoor was thick and stuffy.
On your left, Sam was dressed out in high scale clothing, intending to match the get-up of a well-known rake nicknamed the Smiling Tiger. To your right, Bucky was dressed in his normal outfit with his metal arm exposed, meant to show that he was, in fact, the Winter Soldier. Both seemed tense and just as uncomfortable as you were.
The three of you and Zemo walked through the streets of Hightown. The neon-lit streets were crawling with people. Some held large guns in their hands, others held stacks of cash. This, you thought, felt like you had landed in some video game. You subconsciously move closer to Bucky’s side and keep your head down, not really wanting to interact with anyone on the street for fear of blowing your cover, or worse.
After a few minutes of walking, you arrive at a crowded bar and Zemo begins to lead the four of you through the door. You move next to Sam and wrap your arm around his, assuming your role as the rake’s woman of interest for the night. People begin to watch you and you suddenly feel more exposed than you already had. Sam, feeling your apprehension, grabs and squeezes your hand lightly. You give him a slight nod and look back at the crowd around you. If you were to play your part correctly, you needed to be confident.
Zemo, noticing the crowd’s interest in your group, quickly speaks up. You don’t register the words he’s speaking in his cold tone, but recognize the language to be Russian. Bucky tensing up in front of you and Sam confirms your suspicions and immediately you hear whispers wave through the mass of people.
“The Winter Soldier?”
“Is that really him?”
“I thought he was dead?”
The next few minutes feel like a blur. You watch as Sam drinks a cocktail involving the guts of a snake and try not to bring up your last meal. You listen as Zemo controls the situation, asking for information about the Power Broker. You scan your surroundings, keeping eyes on everyone surrounding the bar. People walk in and out of the room - were any of these people who Zemo had brought you to meet?
What brings you out of your trance is Zemo speaking in Russian again and Bucky, who had been standing stoically along the bar before, lurch toward a man standing just behind you. The two of you lock glances quickly, before he resumes his role.
“It didn’t take much for him to fall back into form,” Zemo says with a chuckle.
“Shut the hell up,” you respond, a shiver going through your body. Reality is blurred as you watch him fight. And the others feel it too. Guns are cocked, people are shouting - was this really a part of the plan?
You share a quick, worried glance with Sam, who moves to pull Bucky off of the man he’s currently choking to death. You stay at your position in front of the bar, keenly observing the crowd that is quickly closing in. Zemo is quick to step in front of Sam, mouthing words that you can’t hear, even from your close proximity. Whatever he said must have worked, for only seconds later the bartender announces that Selby was ready to talk.
You all quickly duck out of the main room and are ushered through the dark hallways to an upper level. As subtle as you could, you walk up next to Bucky, quickly grabbing and squeezing his hand, making an effort to make as little extra movement as possible.
“You good?” you whisper, the words barely coming out in fear of attracting the attention of the heavily armed men walking behind you.
He gulps and gives a quick nod. On other days, you wouldn’t have questioned it, but today, you see right through his facade. Fortunately for him, now isn’t the time to badger, so you sigh and give his hand one final squeeze before creating space between you once again.
When you’re introduced to Selby, you have to hold back your cringe at the way she looks at you. Like you’re tonight’s meal. Or a prize to be won. She, unlike you and your posse, is obviously not one for subtlety. You’re sure everyone else feels the tension too and you’re confident they do when Zemo speaks. The words that come out of his mouth somehow manage to make you more sick than Selby’s stare.
“What I’m proposing is this,” he begins, moving to stand next to you as he walks, “You tell us what you know about the Super Soldier serum, and I’ll let you have our dear pet here. She will do anything you want.”
You shudder, your mouth falling open at this suggestion. Sam tenses up, and Bucky’s fists flex at his side. None of you dare move, though. You try to plaster a smile on your face, working hard to play your part to perfection. You’re sure it’s coming across as more of a pained grimace and you desperately plead with any god out there to help you through this test of your patience.
“Well now,” Selby says, her voice low. “I’m glad I decided not to kill you. That’s quite the offer.”
Zemo pushes you across the room so you’re standing right in front of Selby. She pats the spot on the couch next to her and you take a deep breath, before sitting. She takes one last glance at you before speaking again.
“The serum is here in Madripoor, thanks to Dr. Nagel. It got a bit out of hand,” she says. She shakes her head and smiles to herself, looking almost proud of the chaos.
“Is the Doctor, still around?” Zemo counters.
Selby lets out a laugh and pats you on your bare thigh before standing, “The bread crumbs are free, but I’m afraid you’ll have to pay for the whole bakery. And before you-”
She’s cut off by a cell phone vibrating, loudly. Louder than you would’ve liked, considering the phone in question appears to belong to Sam. The next few minutes are dreadful and feel like slow-motion.
Sam answers the phone, he’s trying to play cool.
Sarah is on the other end, clearly not understanding the situation and getting irritated by the circumstances.
Selby begins pacing around the room, circling your group like she’s on the hunt for prey.
You’re standing and moving back to where Bucky is, against the far wall.
Sarah calls Sam by his name and -
Sarah calls Sam by his name. Shit.
Before you can react, guns are firing and Selby’s body is suddenly falling to the floor, lifeless. You curse under your breath and reach for the small knife that’s hidden under the hem of your dress. You get to it just in time, as one of Selby’s henchmen moves quickly in your direction. You slash him across the arm, causing him to lash out. You are unable to move away fast enough and the heel of his gun crashes right into the side of your head.
You let out a pained yelp and scramble backwards, ending up against the wall. Bucky is quickly on your attacker, taking him down with much better speed and strength than you. As Sam takes care of the other guard, Bucky quickly moves to you, reaching out to steady you.
“Are you okay?” He asks, a worried expression laying firmly on his face.
“Considering I could’ve been used as Selby’s groupie tonight, a concussion is looking pretty good,” you respond, attempting humor to relieve the pain you’re feeling.
Bucky grumbles under his breath and you notice his eyes go dark, but only for a fleeting second. “You know I would’ve never let that happen to you.”
“If that’s what needed to happen to complete the mi-”
“No,” he shouts, “I would never let that happen to you. Do you hear me?”
“Y-yes,” you say softly. “I know. And I hope you know, I won’t let Zemo continue to use your past for our gain.”
“It’s okay, doll,” he says.
But you cut him off, wanting to prove your point like he did for you, “I mean it, Buck.”
He gently squeezes your shoulder and helps you stand up straight. You notice Sam and Zemo standing in front of you - have they been there the whole time? Sam looks smug and Zemo looks pissed. You pull away from Bucky quickly, feeling a bit awkward that you had an audience. That was the first time Bucky had ever acted so passionate (was that the right word?) around you and it was making you feel slightly warm.
“I hate to break up the love fest,” he says, “but we have a real problem, now.”
You nod and grip the knife in your hand and glance around the room at your friends. Just days ago, you had been living peacefully in your New York apartment. And now, you were in some lawless part of a foreign country on the hunt for a crazy doctor who created an army of super soldiers. Oh, and you might be developing feelings for your super-soldier Avenger friend. If this was only the start of the problem, you were certainly in for one hell of a night.
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ALSO I SAW MoM AND WOW WHAT THE HECK??? IT WAS SO GOOD ANDI HAVE SO MANy qUESTIONS??? 
if you wanna chat about it, message me!!! (but let’s be as spoiler free as possible yeah??) 
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an honor to be tagged, thank you so much!! 🤍
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I will forever hold you in the dark @zep-writings
Light in the dark @theosbucky
The joker and the queen @buckysbirdie
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“I could be a better boyfriend than him” * @witchy-whore
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There’s always one * @summerofsnowflakes
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Girls night out * @elusivewildflower
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Back in the Fight pt 3 is coming!! I got sick and then my real life job got super busy, so I haven’t had much free time , but it is coming!!
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this means SO much to me. as someone who has always enjoyed writing for fun, i’m always nervous how my work will be perceived.
so thank you, thank you, thank you!!! 🤍🥺
Back in the Fight
summary: Bucky reaches out to an old friend for help
word count: 1300+
a/n: i’m back!!! is this even good? I don’t know. if you want a part 2, let me know. or if you have other ideas - let me know that too. thanks for sticking around while I took my seriously long break. life gets busy and it’s nice to come back to this little corner of the internet
read part II here
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“I know someone.”
“How very vague of you - who is he?” Sam retorts.
“She,” Bucky says, emphasizing his correction, “used to work as a spy. We met in Bucharest.”
“An ex-spy? And you think she has intel about the Flag Smashers?” Sam says, not believing that Bucky has a connection that could end up being helpful - especially considering he didn’t seem to talk to anyone else in his free time.
“I do. Just trust me.”
“Whatever you say robo-arm.”
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can i be tagged in Back in the Fight? Loving what I'm reading so far!!! :)
sure can! 🤍 so glad you love it!
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Back in the Fight II
summary: you didn’t quite expect to cross breaking a high-profile prisoner out of a high-security German prison off your bucket list, or maybe you did.
word count: 1600+
a/n: i wrote and re-wrote three versions of this because i could not decide which direction i wanted to go. but this is what we ended with and i hope you enjoy it! if you want to be tagged in the next part, comment and let me know!!
read part I here
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When you asked to join the fight against the Flag Smashers, you certainly hadn’t expected to fly to Germany, meet the new “Captain America,” fight a bunch of super soldiers, pick Bucky and Sam up from the county prison and then visit Zemo all within 72 hours. Not to say you hadn’t expected the action, because you had (except for maybe the prison and Zemo parts) and were ready - but all of this in 3 days time? You were definitely going to need a vacation after this. Or maybe you would just go back into retirement.
It had all started Tuesday morning…
You had thought today would be a great day. At least until you walked onto the large military plane to two grown adults having a “who can make the meanest face at each other” contest.
You throw your small bag down along the far wall of the plane and glance over at Joaquin, who you had met only a day earlier through Sam. He shakes his head and shrugs, going back to his pre-departure checks.
You laugh and walk over towards the brooding superheroes, crossing your arms as you stop in front of them.
“Three days ago, you two showed up at my house like you were best buds. So what the hell happened since then?”
No response comes from either man.
“Seriously? Nobody’s gonna fill me in on why we suddenly hate each other?”
Still, no response. 
And that’s how it remains. Not one word to each other, not a word to you or Joaquin. 
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Bucky Barnes in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier: episode 4 - The Whole World is Watching
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