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Hiraeth pt 34

Bucky Barnes X OC (Amelia Stone)

Hiraeth: (n.) “longing or deep yearning for a place, time, feeling or person long gone; or that never was.”

Summary: Bucky realizes the OC is much more to him than just a friend.

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The government had got wind of the Russian's death, which led to scrutiny that maybe they would try to retrieve Dr. Kauko. As fate would have it, it was fortunate that Amy and Bucky were not with the team, because the Avengers and the "rogues" were being followed.

The Ishohi government had placed a few agents in Wakanda, who were selling "medical equipment" made of Vibranium to various hospital all over the country. What Wakanda didn't know was that these infiltrators were actually smuggling these to Ishohiland to aid in making various biochemical weapons. The equipment weighed a few micro grams more than usual, to allow for more vibranium to be smuggled off-land, millions of them. Dr. Kauko was forced to apply his prior experience with the metal to their recent research.

When news reached that his survival from the plan crash was no longer a secret, they had to move Dr. Kauko from a high security location in the capital to a small rural town close to Wakandan border. No one would suspect that he is so close to the border, and secondly, transport time for vibranium to get to the labs was greatly reduced, operations could be quicker.

It took a long time for Amy and Bucky to convince a local to “visit” one of these medical facilities as a transporter. He would then transport the supplies to their major customer, only half of the journey. Next, another man was given the responsibility to plant a small signaling device as the metallic clip of an ID badge. A little accident, the driver’s badge falls, they change it quickly, hand it back and the driver basically takes it to the camp where the doctor is kept, three days later the device is replace again, destroyed. The two helpers then placed in another town while the operation takes place.

This was where Bucky and Amy had to step in. Their three month long search was coming to a finale. They were planning to retrieve the doctor but security was very tight, and since it involved the border of two countries, they had to be discreet. The danger of the mission elucidated on Bucky that he had to call Steve.

"I can sense some underground activity", she spoke into the comms, her binoculars raised in the direction of the small collection of huts up north. She was hiding in a small cave nestled among the southern mountains.

"Don't use your abilities", Bucky muttered into the comms, "The disruption can raise alarms."

"I have been practicing, Sergeant", she said, looking around the huts as well.

"True", he replied, thinking of the nights she spent practicing with him. He had been helping her learn how to focus her energy on just one object. She couldn’t fool him perfectly, yet, but she could disrupt extremely sensitive electromagnetic equipment with prowess.

She looked at her watch, which also communicated to a drone that overlooked any suspicious activity. "Okay, No.23 just dropped the last cargo of the night and he's leaving the gate. That's it. Now we can go."

"You are staying back", Bucky announced casually. He was staying in a small inn just west of the establishment. He straightened up and began to equip himself with his weapons: guns, knives, fiber wire.

"I am coming with you", she bickered over the comms, "Don't be an idiot. There are at least 50 men there. You can't take on them all alone."

"I'm not all alone", he announced, "I have guns... a lot of guns. YOU, on the other hand, have compromised physical function. Your shoulder….”

"I am not disabled, Bucky. I have abilities", she said, sliding out of the cave and preparing herself as well. "I'm joining you... just you wait."

Bucky almost slammed the comms on the ground, but controlled his temper. He quickened the pace of his preparation and left the inn.

As he closed in, he felt a faint tingle in his left arm... she had arrived as well. The first thing she did was to cause distortions in their communication, cutting them off from their partners. However, she knew their headquarters would be quick to see this as a threat and respond. Time was of utmost importance.

"They are coming in within 15 minutes tops", she announced, looking at her watch.

Bucky was quiet as a shadow, feeding off of their fear and silence. When he was on a mission, one had to see him to believe that such clarity was possible. He was one with the shadows, a beetle could be louder than his footsteps, extraordinary since he was a heavy built man. His arms was strong and equally fast. His movement brute and ferocious. He could take down 4 people at once.

"FUCK", she muttered under her breath as the drone warned of an inbound projectile. A missile.

She also jumped into action and began to fight some people. Her right arm was well enough to hit people, and she used her abilities to stop bullets aimed her way. The sound of men falling began to ring throughout the perimeter.

A blast in mid-air caught everyone's attention. The missile aimed at them had been intercepted while still afloat, familiar red wings stretched across the horizon signalling help.

Within a few seconds, Steve, Natasha and Wanda were there as well, joining the fight. Sam was in the air, looking out for any trajectory.

"How did they..?"

"I called them.."

It was too sudden, the blast. A noise swept through the air like the ripping of a very thick cloth, and she found herself on the rocky ground, inhaling dust and gravel. For a few moments, she could hear nothing, not even the debris that was falling on and around her.

" WHAT HAPPENED?", Bucky's voice began to fade into her ear, replacing the loud buzzing. Dust had permeated into her nose, eyes, ears and mouth. She felt her throat and nasal cavity dry up because of the dust. It was horribly dry, positively suffocating, plain terrible.

"I'm okay", she panted, feeling rocks in her throat. "I'm okay..." She looked around, Natasha was plastered against a broken wall. Wanda had deflected the attack so the missile landed a few yards away but she was also out of her senses for one second.

Seeing a few drops of blood come out, "Shit", she hissed.

"What happened?", Bucky asked.

Bucky and Steve quickened the pace of fighting. Pretty soon he could see where they were, sprawled on the floor, while Wanda was protecting the two of them while they regained posture. She felt dizzy, and it seemed like the arteries in her head were trying their best not to burst open.

"You know what?", she could hear Wanda whisper, "I have had enough of this shit.."

Within seconds, a bright crimson wave seemed to wipe through the area, turning everything to fragments. She also put the last of her energy into the air around her. The guns from the guards flew into the air and Wanda’s force-field made crumbs out of them all, giving them the moment to subdue the enemy.

While the ruckus continued outside, Steve had easily broken into one of the huts and found Dr. Kauko nestled in a corner; he looked 50 pounds lighter and 50 years older.

"Dr. Kauko... I'm Steve Rogers. We are here to take you home, sir."

A black jet was waiting for them, Wakandan by origin. As soon as they entered, they were welcomed by the soldiers of Wakanda, accompanied by the nurses and a doctor. As soon as the door opened, the medical staff took the two girls away to the medical attention section. Steve, Bucky and Wanda were only marginally hurt. Sam was panting, taking his wings off. Smoke and dust lingered in their nostrils as well, as if they had never left the field.

The trip to Wakanda was relatively short, thanks to Wakandan technology. Steve had taken to the comms, trying to stay updated on the status of Ishohiland after this rogue undertaking. T’Challa had decided to release a statement as soon as they had the doctor back in the country, which is why the doctor was being tended to most urgently, in case they need to show him to the world media. Steve asked some food to be sent for the doctor.

There was a long, strange silence in the jet, like when a bus is taking its course through the night and everyone is asleep, except you. The exhaustion of the mission seemed to have overcome the need to talk about things, to celebrate, to complain, to be angry. Sam was busy unwrapping his wrists free of the protective wrist bands under his gloves.

“How’s the girls?”, Sam asked Wanda who was just coming back from the medical area. She hadn’t been hurt as much, owing to her powers.

“They need medical attention”, she replied, biting her lip as uneasiness set in. “Natasha broke 4 ribs and her elbow. Ellie had a force field around them but the blast was a little too close, I think she has internal bleeding they need to tend to.” She almost threw herself on a seat, wanting to rip her clothes open and just lie on her bed.

The doctor had contacted the airport to have two ambulances ready, calling for emergency imaging tests, blood, electrolytes, coagulants. It was a part of the job, but it didn’t mean it wouldn’t worry the team. They looked through the window on the door to the makeshift medical wing. Natasha was talking to Ellie about something and she was laughing at her, pain evident on her features. They also ended up laughing painfully on each other’s faces, looking ashen and blank like a sheet of paper. They noticed the three boys standing in the window and gave them a smile. Ellie knew Steve would kill her; if the bleeding didn’t of course.

“I told her to stay away”, Bucky muttered under his breath, finally tasting the dirt in his mouth, which he had been trying to spit out and wash. He felt as if some metal was somehow stuck inside his skull, just around the nose. It began to dawn on him how hot his body had become after the brawl.

Thankfully, the pilot announced they were over Wakandan airspace and they heaved a sigh of relief. The nearest airport was a small, domestic one, 30 minutes away.

“You alright, Buck?”, Steve asked, putting his hand over Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky nodded. “Then what are you thinking about?”

“I told her to stay away”, he said.

“Hey”, Steve said, “If this incident teaches us anything, it is how stubborn Ellie can be. It was a foolish move, what she did. But you were with her, and you’ve done your best.”

“Captain Rogers, King T’Challa would like a word with you, please. Gentlemen, please fasten your seat belts as we are about to land.”

Bucky watched his back as he walked into the cockpit and Sam took his place.

“But I couldn’t protect her.”

“Are you kidding me?”, Sam heard him and broke in “You have been with her every step of this stupid-ass mission that she took upon herself. You have protected her from all sorts of danger, from herself and her crazy decisions. Don’t blame yourself for this; it happens.”

“I just.. I don’t know. I told her to stay back, her shoulder…. and she really isn’t that great with physical combat with it… I told her not to come with me. But she wouldn’t listen. I mean why does she have to be this stubborn?” Bucky was talking more to himself than to Sam. His mind kept replaying how the men were kicking and punching her whenever they got lucky. He remembered the heat from the blast, the dust, her voice as she convulsed in pain.

“You are getting all wound up about this…”, Sam reassured, “You saw them. They are doing fine. Relax a bit.” Would they? Internal bleeding isn’t a good thing. What if the wounds are deeper than expected. “They are going to run tests and take them to the hospital. Wakanda is GREAT at stuff like this.”

He looked at Bucky who was carrying the usual brooding, lost expression on his face. He didn't speak after that too. Sam could see that his thoughts were running deeper than theirs. Of course they cared about their teammates too, but Bucky seemed to be having a worse time. All they could hear was the engine as they approached Wakanda.

The sound of the gurney interrupted his thoughts. There were ambulances ready to take the girls to the hospital. Bucky saw as the nurses were quick to rush the gurneys to the ambulance. Natasha was soon to follow. He swallowed a lump as he looked at the ambulance doors close, time moving slower than he remembered. He turned his eyes to Sam, who was walking towards T’Challa.

“Besides”, Sam said, over the noise of the helicopter in which T’Challa had come to receive then. “Why are you so worked up about it?” Bucky could only stare at his back as he walked away.

“Because I’m in love with her... and I don’t know what to do about it.” he whispered in a defeated realization.

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Updated Masterlist | 9.12.20

[I will update the date when I update the list.] [Anything with an asterisk(*) has been revised]

c h r i s e v a n s

Divorcing Chris

Dorito

Embarrassing Encounter

Far From Boring

Father Chris

Fatherhood Interview

Four-Legged Protector

Giving In

Incentive ||| ——

Laughing Game

Lucky Man

Meeting New Boyfriend

Naturally

Spilling The Beans

Stolen

Stone Cold Sober

Taking Off Shirt

That Look

s t e v e r o g e r s

Age Of Ultron

Asking For Permission

Destruction Label

Disagreeing Sokovia Accords

*Forbidden* ||| Reunited ||| ——-

Our Future ||| Deserve

t o m h o l l a n d

A Total Mess

Celebrity Crush Interview

Dating Tom Holland Would Include

(D)anger

Dressing Formal

Ex-Girlfriend Interview

Facetiming Tom

Hands to Myself

Hitting Tom During Spiderman

Honest ||| Happier, Aren’t You ||| Against All Odds

Horsing Around

Hotel Room Vibes

Lovey Dovey Interview

More Like Her

No Apologies

No Inhibitions

Prank

Suffer

Talking about You

Thanking Tom

Tom & OFC

You and Me

p e t e r p a r k e r

Atoms

Bad Idea

Closed Door

Dating Peter Parker Would Include

Dating Tony Stark’s Daughter

Distressed

Double Crossed

Finding Out

Finding Out (shorter version)

Finding You Outside

Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man

Just Smile

Let it Grow

Paralleled

Project Help ||| Part Two ||| Part Three

Rain-Check

Running into Spider-man

Savior

Secrets

Stay Away

s e b a s t i a n s t a n

Annoyed Imagine

Don’t You Do That Interview

Drunken Nights

First We Had ||| Part Two

Parting Ways

Simple Hello ||| Part Two

She’ll Be The Death ||| Part Two - TJ Hammond Character

Wildflower - Jefferson Character

b u c k y b a r n e s

Afraid To Leave

Brain Scrambled

Doll

Flawed

Finding Out He Killed

Ghost

Sent To Kill

Steve Telling Bucky

t h e v a m p i r e s d i a r i e s

How They React To Your Death

s t e f a n s a l v a t o r e

Returning To Help

Unwanted Protection

d a m o n s a l v a t o r e

I Hate You Because

Staring At You

k l a u s m i k a e l s o n

Asking Him to Compel You

Making Him Walk Away

Walking Away

k o l m i k a e l s o n

How Dare You

h a r r y p o t t e r

A Nervous Wreck

Dumbledore’s Army

f r e d w e a s l e y

Lost & Found

Sentimental Gift Ft. George Weasley

Take Care

h e r m i o n e g r a n g e r

Crush

Flustered Times

Good Advice

d r a c o m a l f o y

Change Of Heart

Bite The Hand That Feeds

Last Straw

s i r i u s b l a c k

All This Time

Getting Killed

Son

The Return Of The Jackal

r e m u s l u p i n

Sneaking In Late

n e w t s c a m a n d e r

Amazed By You

Dramatic & Sick You

I Wouldn’t Mind / OFC

Newt Dating a Muggle / No-Maj Would Include

Talking About You

The Greatest Creation ||| Part Two

Yer A Wizard

Costar - Eddie Redmayne

Panicked Interview - Eddie Redmayne

Platonic Interview - Eddie Redmayne

Platonic Interview Part Two - Eddie Redmayne

Three Words - Eddie Redmayne

c r e d e n c e b a r e b o n e

Helping Him

Helping You

Monsters Lyrics

My Credence Plea

Under The Mistletoe

Low-Cut - Ezra Miller

H P A E S T H E T I C S / M O O D B O A R D S

Herbology Slytherin Slytherin 2

j u g h e a d j o n e s

A Letter

Black Sheep

Right But Wrong

Tender Feelings

What Do You Feel ||| Part Two

Banters - Cole Sprouse

Forget Me Not - Cole Sprouse

a r c h i e a n d r e w s

Misplaced Trust

Never Alone

Smug Friends - KJ Apa

p e t e r h a l e

Being The Reason

Leave Me Alone

s p e n c e r r e i d

Being Late

Your Voice

a a r o n h o t c h n e r

Jack’s Favorite Babysitter | Part two

s h a w n m e n d e s

Interview Banters

Roses

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Hiraeth [Part 33]

Bucky Barnes X OC (Amelia Stone)

Hiraeth: (n.) “longing or deep yearning for a place, time, feeling or person long gone; or that never was.” Summary: Bucky and the OC spend time together while they work on a case, the OC is reluctant to take someone else’s help. Masterlist

She was having a mild headache because of the events that had preceded. The fight club, the goons who had attacked her, the men who had followed them, Bucky’s fight, the graveyard, her shoulder… everything was sending her into a sensory overhaul. Right now, standing in front of the mirror in a clean bathroom, with a bathtub full of warm water, and silence… it had allowed all the pent up frustration to unwind. Bucky was probably in the sitting room, lying on the sofa reading the file after all the details, and she wanted to be alone for some time.

She let herself recline in the bathtub, warm water engulfing her body in serenity. She couldn’t help but notice her form, especially her chest. Her skin was clear, except for the big red wound on the right side. After a moment, she reclined even further so that ever her head was underwater, she dreamt of being in the sea.

Bucky’s senses were sharp, while he looked at the file cover one last time. He had not heard a sound from her for over an hour, and she had been inside for an hour and 20 minutes. Secretly, he wondered if she had been tending to her wound. It wasn’t long that the exhaustion and silence consolidated and he felt his eyes getting heavy.

It had been 2 hours since she had entered the bathtub, moving her head in and out of the waters at intervals. The sound of the water soothed her, the water only second to the warmth of her tears. What was she doing and why? When she came out, the room was quieter, Bucky was asleep. She tiptoed to look at him, his breathing was relaxed and steady. Silently, she walked into her room, collapsing on the bed as if a heavy load had subdued her into stillness.

It was only some 80 minutes when the REM sleep kicked in, the time when the subconscious is much more awake than the conscious mind… the time when dreams, and nightmares, appear. Bucky sat up with such a sharp jolt to his body that he was convinced something could have hit him, the scream he heard seemed very much real. So much so that he couldn’t help but look around. Soon he was standing in front of her door, twisting the knob, looking at her.

Should he be relieved that she wasn’t in trouble? Should he curse fate that the person who screamed was in his nightmare? Someone was being chased by him in his nightmare, but in reality was chasing him like a wolf itself. He could easily help Amy and that would be the end of it; but would there be an end for that person in his head who was screaming? Did he even deserve there to be an end to it all?

His heart felt hollow and dry, like when you have been crying for hours. His hand was still on the knob and head bowed when he heard a faint sound.. “Bucky” she whispered, and he found her sleep laden eyes looking at him. “Just checking in on you”, he feigned a smile, “Go to sleep.” But she could see something wasn’t right. His forehead glistened, his knuckles tight, shoulder’s slumped, eyes and face sunken. He looked miserable. “Come here”, she asked. He was reluctant to, but his feet just followed her instruction. When he sat, she looked at his forehead, wiping his sweat with her left hand. He raised his blue eyes briefly to look at her, moving her head away a bit “I’m okay.” “Don’t lie to me”, she said, running her hand up and down his bad when she noticed his breathing seemed labored. “You wanna talk about it?” As usual, he shook his head. “Okay”, she responded, stifling a yawn. “Want me to stay up with you, then?” Before he could oppose, she was sitting up, moving next to him. It was quiet for some time but the began to talk about the team, the case, anything. Bucky was a man of very few words, but she made sure he was involved in the conversation. She handed him her book and they began to talk about the case. Bucky remembered some incidence similar to the case so he began to talk. It wasn’t long, however, when he felt her slow, warm breath on his neck. He realized that she had finally succumbed to sleep, her arm lightly resting on his. For some reason, he didn’t move.

————————————————————————- Her shoulder felt “bitter”. She didn’t know if there was any other way to explain the pain. He eyes opened, she found her hand on his arm, while he just sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, sleeping. She quickly pulled her hand away and jerked with pain, it was enough to wake Bucky up.

“One of these days”, she muttered to herself, biting her lip as she pulled her arm to herself. Bucky also avoided eye contact, getting out of the bed.

“Given the fact that the Russian guy is dead, what do you think he was going to tell you?” “Maybe the location of the guy”, she replied, walking towards the kitchen. “Maybe an insight on how to get him.” “You want to retrieve him?” “Well, Bucky”, Amy was tying her hair, “That’s the grand finale of the case, isn’t it? We find if he’s dead or alive. The file shows he’s alive. Now we try to retrieve him.” “I don’t know if you understood me or not”, Bucky said in his low, calm voice, “But this is an international issue. You can’t be doing this.” “Bucky”, she clicked her tongue, “Just last night you said you will help.” “Amy… we are not becoming international vigilantes like this”, he enforced, “This is not like hiding in Romania or this apartment.” “Why are you acting so …. strange?”, she asked, looking at him. “You’re saying like we HAVEN’T done this before. Don’t you remember we broke into Germany?” Bucky had nothing to say for a few moments. He simply moved into the bathroom. She began to pack her bag. “You weren’t alone, and you weren’t hiding from your team.” She threw her head back. “I swear, you are worrying too much, like my grandfather.” Bucky rolled his eyes and gave a mocking half smile, which faded away as she turned to prepare food. “You are hurt.. I just don’t want it to happen again.” ………………………………………………………………………… Over the weeks that followed, they were looking for information on the white Russian and the case. Since they couldn’t find information on the Russian, they had to infiltrate the Jujitsu fight club to go through his room. The task was easier this time because Bucky easily pulled Amy in as his “girlfriend”. Unfortunately, the room was wiped clean, as if he had never visited.

They looked into the woman who was with him that night, she was an escort. It wasn’t that hard to find her, and she didn’t mention anything helpful. She did have a number, through which he had talked to her. The number was not in use anymore. Upon looking into the records, only 2 calls were made, both of them to the escort.

Bucky could easily coerce anyone to give information and one of the guards told him about the man B who was called to delete footages of that night from the security cameras. That man was easily convinced when Bucky held him upside down from the top of a building. The man further led them to the guy who had asked the favor. It wasn’t long before they got their hands on said man and were able to retrieve some information about the Russian. The time they, or rather Bucky, didn’t spend beating people up, Amy was busy on her computer hacking through programs and cross-matching information. Through underground grapevine and technology, she was able to find at least 3 of his latest aliases and they managed to find where he had been for the last 3 years. It was much more difficult but not impossible. Jarvis could have made things much more easy. After 4 weeks, they had the location. This was when Bucky decided to call in Steve and the others.

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Hiraeth [Part 32]

Bucky Barnes X OC (Amelia Stone)

Hiraeth: (n.) “longing or deep yearning for a place, time, feeling or person long gone; or that never was.”

Summary: Bucky finds the OC working on a case she was specifically told to stay away from. He can’t help but stay close to her.

She couldn't really tell him. She felt like it would end everything. She could just look at his feet, contemplating the situation she was in. Bucky took this time to notice her condition. Even the dim light couldn't hide that she was thinner, maybe paler, than before. His eyes inevitably fell on her chest, as if he could actually see through her shirt at the wound. The shirt on that side looked a bit raised, maybe she had bandages or support on. Her reluctance to use her right arm told him as much.

"I just want to solve this mission", she replied, "That's all." "Why?" "Because I am sure this is connected to the shooting", she replied. "I was so close to finishing the mission but then .. " Bucky let her hand go and stepped back to take a good look at her. "I'm not convinced." She could only look at his face; his features looked stern, his eyes dark. "Missions get switched from agent to agent every other day, this is a normal thing. I don't see why you would need to run away like this." "How did you find me?", she inquired, still unwilling to share her thoughts. "I was in the gym with you", he said, "I was trying to find the answers. Had to go through 40 gyms, got nothing. Then I decided to go underground, and luckily, here I am. I was convinced that you would not let your case rest. I thought I was going to miss you again, but right after I went in, I felt a surge in EMP... I was sure it was you." She looked at his metal arm. It was covered but his wrist could peek through the sleeve and the glove hem. "So you can feel it?" she asked monotonously. "Your power is not really focused on objects as it should be, I am sure others objects suffer some fluctuations too. But it's definitely better than the last time you stopped the bullets." She sighed and averted her gaze, walking towards the reminiscent of a kitchen counter. "So, what do you want, Bucky?" "Don't try to distract me from my question", he said with utmost calmness. He could read her body language, she was trying to feign normality, but her body was stiff. She could read his body language, he was certain, assertive, just like he always was when things were under his control. "Why did you run away?" There was silence for a few moments and then he spoke again in softer voice. "Amy", he replied, "We were all worried about you, you were shot. How could you run away like this? We wanted you to heal.." "I think healing is out of the question now", she replied in a mocking tone, dropping her shoulders, "If you or the others think that I can go back to normal, and continue life like it was before, that is wrong. I am not the same person, Bucky. I have changed. I have vivid nightmares of what happened to me. I can't think straight. I can't sleep because the pain gets so bad at night. The only thing I had, that gave me some sense of purpose, was my job; being able to decipher codes and unravel mysteries, being able to take down evil simply with the power of human intelligence... all that was taken from me because of this. " "I have to live like this now", she announced. "I want to solve my case, and get my job done... this is my only chance to prove I'm worth being an Avenger." Bucky got a bit annoyed and made his way over to the counter. "YOU are the one who told me that I should not identify myself on the basis of the bad that happened to me or the things I did. Right back at you, Amy. You have not lost your abilities; you are still smart, and kind, and .... amazing. You don't need work, people, or circumstances to define who you really are on the inside." She lowered her head in doubt; now she could understand how Bucky felt when she said those things to him... such words were hard to trust, even if everything in the world said they were. Suddenly she heard a sharp sound; the sound of a silenced bullet, too close to her ear. She heard someone collapse a few inches away. Bucky had shot someone, then again, then once more. She couldn't do anything but cover her head out of sheer surprise, he was quick to move away and stand right in front of her as a shield. The noise subsided with the sound of the last body crashing on the floor. "We have to get out of here", she announced what he already knew, rushing to the bag that lay in the corner of the kitchen. Shoving the file inside, she followed Bucky to the door, stopping only when she saw a familiar figure lying on the wooden ground. The man with the 1960 tattoo. "Damn it!", she announced, studying his face over and over again as if it would bring him back to life. "What did you do?", she asked, "You killed him." "Killed who?" She pointed to the man on the floor. "I didn't shoot him", he stated, confused. He was certain that this man had not appeared in front of him. "He was..." "We have to get out of here", he interrupted, as the sound of boots grew louder/ Bucky was anything but weak. He took no time to push her inside the room, forcing the door shut despite her protests. She could hear the grunts and groans of the unfortunate men who had provoked him. With mechanical precision, swift movement and unconstrained brunt, he was rendering men unconscious, even breaking bones. The loud thuds of collapsing bodies was testament that the predator, the Winter Soldier, was still embedded in his fight system. She had tried to form a force field, but she didn't know how effective it had been, given that she couldn't focus. Her anxiety had surged and she was expecting the worst. She wanted to protect Bucky from the guns. After a few minutes, there was no more noise, just silence, and a lingering smell of gunpowder. The door unlocked.

She only took one step forward and put his arm around him. Bucky felt her body shudder a little as her right arm unraveled from her side and settled around his torso. For the first time ever, she felt the coldness of his metal arm, lightly settle on her body, touching her waist. He was stiff as a board, but didn't resist her embrace. For a moment, she wanted all her pain to vanish away with the warmth of his body. He could feel her desperation and pain, consumed by worry over her arm. "It's ok", he said, "I'm here".

In a sense it was so grotesque; bodies lying around as she held on to him. She extracted all sense of warmth and comfort from the embrace, reveling in the firmness of his body against hers, the sense of pain losing potency from this support. "We need to leave", he said, "they know where you are."

She was quick to follow Bucky, stealing one last glance at the dead Russian. No word was said as the escaped the building, ran through the alleys, left darkened by her abilities. The night was cold, or maybe it felt colder because the adrenaline had run out and the body needed to cool down. It was only 15 minutes later, when they entered a cemetery, that he motioned to stop. After catching his breath, he asked "Who was that guy?"

She tried to level her breathing. Her forehead felt colder to her because the anxiety also made her sweat profusely. If she were being honest, she didn't know how long she could keep up the "put-together" act before just letting it all go and telling Buck everything about the case. She wouldn’t give it up, of course, but at least she wouldn’t have to keep up a façade either. There was no veil she could put before him, his eyes were struck with worry as he traced her body in the moonlight. He remained speechless. He knew why she was quiet; the girl who always eluded his understanding seemed to be like an open book to him.

"Amy... you can trust me", he replied, "I won't tell anyone. But you have to be safe."

She looked at his face and tried to drink in the pain she felt. "You'll just tell everyone where I am. They'll get to this point in the case. I know, I sound stupid Bucky, but I really want to do this on my own, like I was doing before." "Amy, there is not a single case in our work that doesn't need anyone's help at SOME point. We use spies, whistle blowers, messengers, technology, friends... all of them. I want to know what you know. I won't jeopardize your mission, I promise. I can't leave you alone like this either."

She was honestly surprised. A few months ago, this man would have walked away at the first sign of exclusion. He would have left without any further questions. He never bothered anyone with his presence and didn't get offended if he was ignored. But this man was behaving a little differently. This man was trying to reach out to her, offer some help. Perhaps it was because he shared the same predicament with her.

"Trust me, please", he began. For one moment, she stopped herself, she didn't know why. The thought that he had once been a trained assassin for HYDRA rose it's head. What if he turns? What if this was all pretend? But she chastised herself and nodded. "The man who got killed, he was supposed to meet me some time later. I don't know when or where, but he had important information. I haven't even looked at the file before all this happened." She pulled out the file from her bag and illuminated it's contents, while Bucky surveyed every side to see if they were alone. "I KNEW IT!", she held the file firmly. "He IS alive..." Bucky's face expressed confusion. She shook her head and assembled her bag again. "We need to be out of here first." .-.-.-.--.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.--.-.-.-.-.-.-.

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Hiraeth [Part 31]

Bucky Barnes X OC (Amelia Stone)

Hiraeth: (n.) “longing or deep yearning for a place, time, feeling or person long gone; or that never was.”

Summary: After being shot, the reader gets to meet Bucky... again.

For a moment she thought of turning around and walking away, but her mind didn't accept it. Firstly, she needed answers. This was an important part of the mission, and she couldn't miss the opportunity. Secondly, she was worried the team might have the same lead. It was a bit childish, but she wanted to solve this herself.

Bucky was let in fairly easily, maybe because he could look extremely dangerous when need be, and he could make them believe he belonged there. The penguin-like man eyed his up and down and let him through. Now that Bucky had gone in, she couldn't. She was already expecting a resistance to her presence, but if word spread that a woman was there who very much didn't belong, it could get her Bucky's attention. This was the last thing she wanted.

She decided to walk away and into the small alleyway on the right side of the building. It was dark and smelled absolutely revolting; owing to the presence of four dumpsters. She could easily see a window, covered so thickly with grime that only the broken panel let any light through. The first attempt to climb shot an excruciating pain through her shoulder. Unwilling to stop, she stepped on a dumpster, and using her abilities, caused it to hover a few centimeters above the ground, just enough that she could climb in.

There was a ring like structure at the center of the hall. It smelled worse than it did in the parking lot. Only one big spotlight fell on the “ring”, which looked poorly put-together. A man had approached her, but she gave him her cash to stay quiet.

"Hey", she said, approaching one of the guards, "I am looking for a man."

The guard observed her stature and waved her off with his hand, not wanting to miss the fight.

"Andrusha..."

"There is no Andrusha", the guard dismissed, which was true. She just made that name up to look genuine. She made up a fake story, showed him fake photos prepared solely for this reason; a daughter looking for her father, and used some cash. He wasn’t that bright and told her to go through the “kitchen” door and turn right to a double door.

Everything on this side of the building was so still and quiet that she suspected more than half of the rooms to be empty.

The double doors mentioned, though, did little to shield the sounds coming from the inside. A man was talking, more like moaning, in Russian, and there was a female voice. She felt bad, but it was urgent. She knocked the door, the "activity" continued, but upon knocking again it stopped.

Кто там? ... Кто там? he repeated. (Who is it?)

"I heard they give private lessons for jiujitsu here", she replied in Russian, "Brazlian Jiujitsu."

No sound came from the other side of the door, that raised an alarm. She could imagine the man motion the woman in bed to be quiet as he loaded his gun. Out of fear, she formed a force field as big as the door, so that any bullet would be stopped.

The door opened unceremoniously. The man in front of her was Tall, with black hair, hazel eyes and a 1960 tattoo on the left side of the neck.

"I was waiting," he drawled in a perfect southern accent. Many words were not exchanged, and he only gave her a brown file, which she was quick to take and put under her hoodie. He also told her that he would call her from a phone booth and tell her where to meet next, to discuss things in detail.

She wanted to ask him something, but something caught his attention, he looked to the right side of the woman he was kind of sleeping with, there was a huge monitor with live footage of CCTV cameras. Someone had just made his way up the stairs; she followed his gaze and recognized him immediately. Bucky.

"I'm going. See you later. Continue what you were doing, or he'll be suspicious. Don't tell him I was here. bye," she said hurriedly and raced towards his window. Much to his surprise, she jumped off the pane, landing safely on the fire escape staircase which she had torn off another building with her powers.

As soon as she landed on the street, she ran towards the darkest corners she could see, to no be found. She was still puzzled why Bucky was there.

Things didn't seem so great, though; the streets were so silent that she easily noticed there were some footsteps behind her. Was it Bucky? She continued walking in the dark, refusing to turn around to lose pace. To make things worse for pursuit, she motioned for the street lights to turn off as well, the sound of the steps changed signaling confusion.

The most convenient way to her motel now went through a detour that, she had no choice but to go there. She couldn't fight, her arm didn't allow it, and she didn't want to lose the file. How she wished humans had more metal in them. Maybe it was fear, but she became aware of the pain once again, maybe the adrenaline had washed off. Her heart pounded when she heard that there were multiple steps behind her. She started running.

As soon as she sped through, however, she felt a strong jolt to her body as an a hand reached out and grabbed her, circling her waist and pulling her back forcefully. Before she could protest, she felt a hand place itself on her mouth. The coldness of the other arm was the second to follow.

"Be quiet", the voice nearly rendered her legs powerless. A sense of fear and nervous relief took over her when she heard Bucky's voice. She wanted to avoid him, but he had seized her; it was still better somehow because she suddenly felt very safe. She let her head fall back and rest against Bucky's chest as she tried to calm her breath.

The men, five of them, came out of the detour and looked around. Bucky moved farther in the dark pulling Amelia along. She put her hand on his and tried to pull it way, but he didn't budge.

"Don't move, you idiot!" he whispered again. The men were gone farther ahead, and he let her go.

"Let's go," he announced and didn't leave her wrist until she brought him to her aboding place.

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Bucky slammed the door shut, so hard that she felt it could fall off the hinges. The lights flickered on and he looked around. She was too busy with her arm to notice how appalled he was by the state of this establishment. The walls were empty. There was only one sofa that served as a bed, because he could see a comforter on it. His jaw clenched.

“What are you doing here?”, she asked him, finally turning around.

“I should ask you that”, he retorted. “What is all this?”

“How were... wait, why were you there?”, she ignored his question knowingly, slapping the file on the small table.

“Again. I should ask you that”, he replied.

She sighed in frustration. She was happy to see him but it was kind of annoying.

“Well”, he asked, raising his brows, “Are you going to answer me?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she just turned from him and walked to the window. He grabbed her arm and spun her around.

“I’m not leaving until I have answers. What were you doing in a place like that? As far as I remember you were off the mission, what’s the point of all this?”

“Bucky”, she said, wanting to ignore him, ‘Please just leave. It’s complicated.”

Bucky’s hand was reluctant to let her go. “I have time.”

“It’s not important”, she said, trying to move her hand away from his grip. He only tightened his grip and pulled her a bit close.

“Amy”, he said, “I am not in the mood to listen to your excuses. I want answers tonight. What were you doing there? Why are you running like this?"

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Hiraeth [Part 30]

Bucky Barnes X OC (Amelia Stone)

Hiraeth: (n.) “longing or deep yearning for a place, time, feeling or person long gone; or that never was.”

Summary: Bucky asks the OC to trust him, and that he will not let his condition ruin what they have. Just then, a bullet disrupts the peace.

The sunshine was affectless as she opened her eyes to the bright horizon. The golden rays of he dying sun made the appearance of the blue waters look gold. She could almost hear the sound of the seagulls that flew over the water, as small white boats drifted gleefully over the waves, coming back to shore. It had been 4 weeks since she had been discharged, 2 since she had "taken time off". Suspicions that it had to do with her mission had been brewing for quite some time, but Steve had dismissed her for some time. She had no choice but to go her own way to solve the mystery. Her case was handed to someone else, something which she wasn't very pleased about. She needed answers, getting hit by the bullet seemed to have given her clarity, or maybe pain meds were making her more likely to take risks. Maybe it was her way of wanting to prove that she was still good at her work, she was still useful. She remembered how the event progressed that day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"What the..." Another bullet aimed right at them, but luckily Bucky was quick to move her; the bullet grazed an inch away from her right ear. After that, he just held her arm and pushed her down, onto the floor. It was all so sudden that they couldn't even think who it was. Like a tiger's instinct to pounce on prey, Bucky let his mechanical memory take over and rolled away from the shower, pulling Amelia along. He opened the door and both crept out of the bedroom, they seemed to have forgotten that the window in the hallway was ajar, because bullets began to rain in. One hit his metal arm, and deflected. The other landed right on Amy's shoulder blade. The gashing fountain of blood on the floor made her realize she was hit. The bullet had hit her angry wound again, she convulsed in unimaginable pain. "AMY!" he yelled. "Fuck", she said, feeling sharp pain run throughout her upper body. Her arm and shoulder were in so much pain that she thought they were rendered completely useless now, no longer usable. For a moment Bucky seemed to have forgotten that there were other bullets coming in. One hit him in the arm but there were other priorities. "Buck!" he heard Steve shout, they had been taking shelter somewhere in the living room. Amelia sat on the wooden floor, defeated and looked into the blank space. Her breathing was heavy and the pain was cruel. Only God knew how she managed to move her left arm and raise it towards the window. Bucky could only look at her face when amidst tears she grunted and he felt something tingle in his left arm. Out of curiosity he looked at the window she was pointing at. Six bullets were hovering mid air, spinning. More were following. A force field had stopped the bullets. The room was quiet. "Is anyone else shot?" Bucky asked "No" Steve replied. "Just you.." Before they could get up to help, the kitchen window that faced a particularly uninhabited junkyard broke, a few men in black leaping in through the window pane. They had small guns but Steve, Sam and Natasha were quick on their feet. Even Bucky stood up to punch a man with his metal arm. He was quick to sit next to Amelia, who was on the floor. "Amy... Stay up, ok? Your wound is bleeding, press down on it" his hand rose to press on her wound but her left hand weakly held his wrist. "Bucky.. Please don't touch it... It hurts too much... " she said, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Amy...", he said, panting, You can't be doing this. You have to press on it." "Guys... Gotta get out of here. I dont think I can hold out much longer", she announced faintly, letting her head fall back to rest on the wooden floor. At this, all the others picked up pace and force. Natasha ran to her aid when Bucky was punching the last guy unconscious. Natasha and the rest were told to leave the room as Steve kneeled next to her. "Ellie...I'm going to pick you up. You'll have to bear with me." "I'm ok", her voice quivered. When Steve put his arm under her to pick her up, she felt a fresh jolt of pain run through her body like a burning wave. She wanted to be unconscious, at least she wouldn't have to endure the pain like this. "Steve", she gasped. "A little more", Steve said as he approached the room five doors down. Thankfully most of the neighbors were out on their floor, on their jobs. They had reserved the other room for situations like this. "I want to sleep", she said, in a defeated tone, while Steve was handing her over to Sam who was hovering outside, the mechanical wings stretched out. "Don't sleep", Steve said, half his shirt drained with her blood. The doctor had said that the bullet had missed the lung or a major artery, but the damage to her previously wounded chest was still under observation. Doctors suspected further nerve damage which could result in chronic pain or muscle death, if not healed properly. Having lost a lot of blood, she was unconscious and they were waiting for her to wake up to assess other body functions. "She'll be fine", Steve sighed, trying to reassure the others. "She's tough. She's stubborn." No one could respond. "It's all my fault", Steve said, holding his head in his hands. His body felt cold suddenly. "If I just stayed away from her in Romania, she wouldn't be here. She was fine. She was healing." Bucky could only stare at the emergency room door closed off to visitors. ~~~~~~~~~~~ She had managed to save all her work on her camera, given that she couldn't type with an injured arm. Meticulously arranged, mathematically categorized, her notes were coded in a horticulture book now; no one could speculate that she was still on to the case. For the first time, she told the truth about her condition, that she was in pain and needed time off. Maybe the stress or guilt was too much for Steve to bear, he let her go to take rest, warning to keep a close eye on her. It was easy for her to slip through their fingers.

There were long standing suspicions by the government of Wakanda that a neighboring country, Ishohiland, was developing weapons of mass destruction, undocumented. Wakanda was very much capable of protecting itself, but the country's actions could be disastrous for all of Africa. Diplomatic dialogue was ongoing, but the interest of the governments was easily under scrutiny. One important man in this whole affair was the scientist Dr. Kauko. Originally from Finland, he specialized in the extraction and utillization of rare metals, particularly Vibranium, having spent 23 years in Wakanda itself. When Tchalla decided to open the doors of Wakanda to the world, he was announced as the prime researcher on Vibranium study on behalf of the European Union. All was good. He was supposed to reach Wakanda on August 23 through private flight. His plan crashed somewhere along the border of Wakanda and Ishohiland, he was pronounced dead, funeral conducted on September 4th. However, secret agencies reported that the Ishohiland government had started working on new age weapon design; previously severely handicapped in research, now spending more money on military. Due to a peace treaty, they couldn't be hostile so Tchalla pulled some strings and asked Steve to help; after the Sokovian Accords incident, they were the only people who had access to those resources and didn’t have to answer governments.

Amelia had been changing her house every two weeks, not wanting to be found by anyone. Her location was secured, computer under high protection, face hidden. She was practically invisible. To make matters better, she also deleted some information from Steve’s laptop so that they never shared the same leads and she couldn’t be found. This was her mission, she needed to do this.

She zipped her hoodie up, wore gloves, put a mask on and put a film of tablets in her pocket. She finally decided to follow through half of the code she had got in the gym. The man was supposed to be a messenger to a messenger, so he didn’t know much either.

Brazilian Jujitsu... fighting style? He mentioned a gym of some sort

2nd Avenue.. No idea what that meant, could be the address or the time, a place

Private Lesson... willing to meet in person?

Her best guess was to find said gym, if it existed. According to Google, there were 40, but according to word on the street, there were 5 active underground gyms. She had to visit the third one that night.

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She could smell cigarette smoke so thick and dense that even the air tasted bitter. The make-shift Brazilian Jiujitsu ring was on the basement of an old, beef shop. The night was relatively quieter on this side of town, so she had to be extra careful because there was no crowd to camoflauge into. Normally she wouldn’t even be here, but the lead was so solid that she could have solved half the mystery if she found him.

There was a short, fat man standing in front of the door as tall as him. He had a large, burly face, the brows had been furrowed for quite some time, such that there was a permanent frown on his forehead. His brown coat looked but a futile attempt to look important, a gold watch glittered on his stout left hand, while the right hand held a wad of cash. Next to him stood just another goon. Tall, tattooed, scar on the face, gun in his hands.

She knew she had to go inside the chicken coop of a building. She was sure to raise a lot of brows, because she was strikingly different from the few women who happened to be there, but maybe money could fool them.

With resolve, she stepped away from the car she was hiding behind, slowly approaching the building. No one had noticed her so far. She only a few steps away from the light when she stopped in her tracks.

From the small alleyway on the left of the building, a man had walked to the elf-like man. His body was covered, but she could recognize it anywhere. It was Bucky. What was he doing there?

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Sorry for the torture I cause on your eyes but Hiraeth prt 29 is out. I’ looking to wrap this up fairly quickly. Let a sis know how it is. <3

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Hiraeth [Part 29]

Bucky Barnes X OC (Amelia Stone)

Hiraeth: (n.) “longing or deep yearning for a place, time, feeling or person long gone; or that never was.”

Summary: Bucky wants some answers. *Gosh.. Bucky is such a complex, layered character, I absolutely love him. Sebestian Stan just nailed the character.

gif credit: (buckypupbarnes.tumblr.com) Before she could answer, he started the car and drove down the garage. "Wrong with me?", she asked in equal indignation, "What's wrong with you?" "Me?", he said, looking at her with astonishment. "I don't remember being the one who engages creeps in a conversation. Are you really naïve or just intentionally being stupid?" "Creep?", she asked, looking at the buildings, passing by at a quicker than normal pace. "First of all, slow down Bucky, and secondly, he was not a creep." "So a guy tells you your legs are nice and that he is willing to give you private... that's just... I am AMAZED at the courage", he stumbled over his words, rather irritated by her calmness. "But he's not", she began, and her words stopped mid sentence. Bucky turned his eyes on her face briefly. Her lips were parted and brows knit together in comprehension. "Oh ", she exclaimed, "You don't ... know.."

"Don't know what?", Bucky said stealing a small glance at her again, before fixing his eyes on the road. "Wait... you know him?" She didn't answer him for a few seconds. But she could see he was pillaging his mind for all possible answers to his question. She didn't know why she wasn't answering him. Maybe she did, but didn't want to admit it. "Is he... your boyfriend or something?" he asked, in a slightly calm voice. "NO!", she replied, looking at the road again, but the guilt was far too evident in her tone, and he had no choice but to hit the brake. The tires came to a screeching halt and he straightened to look at her. "Well?"

"He's.. a spy", she said, "well, kind of... had to find an easy way to contact him so I called him to the gym. He wasn't flirting with me. He was giving me information, coded, before you pushed him, that is." "A spy", he repeated, but the answer didn't seem enough. He looked at her again, who was very much avoiding his gaze, he wanted to know why.

"So that's why you kept leaving the apartment" he declared his realization. "The phone calls, going out; all of that was spy work." He was settling his thoughts to join various threads together. Her phone calls and appointments, her training and spending long hours at the computer, that was all work related. "I thought you had a boyfriend or something, the way you were secret about everything."

"Does Steve know about this?" "Yes." Of course, he did. Who else would she tell? No wonder everyone was commenting about her meeting a guy at Christmas. His thoughts stopped on track. "So Steve knows. And Natasha knows. And Sam knows", he said. Without another word, he turned the car key and both sped off. "Bucky", she began to give her defense but he didn't show much interest. She had been with him for such a long time but hadn't told him about the mission.

Everyone knew, except him. He didn't know why this stung him so much, it was like a hollowness that made him feel the way he did every time he was at the Avengers towers... like a criminal. "Let's just reach home", he said, and continued driving. It was silent all the way home.

He tried to reason, he tried to find some explanation, but couldn't shake the feeling off. Maybe Sam, Steve and Natasha just happened to find out. Maybe it was Steve who gave her this task. Maybe Sam and Natasha was on this mission too, that's why they know. Perhaps, she didn't want to bother Bucky, perhaps she felt like he should be given his space and time. Perhaps, she forgot? "You can't really announce your missions to everyone.. come on, they're supposed to be kept a secret. Sometimes, you’ve got to hide things from your team-mates as well.. but why me?"

His mind kept turning and tossing the question around, wanting it to land perfectly on it's feet so that it made sense, but somehow it didn't help. None of these justifications sufficed, and he didn't know why he was so bothered about it. He felt like she didn't trust him. What if he turned bad? What if he became ... the Winter Soldier again, and sped off with their secrets? He felt like she had acted like all other people who didn't know him; judging him by his past, even though she had said she forgave him. All that talk about being honest with herself and him, scattered like straw in the wind.

He had locked himself in his room ever since the returned from the gym. Steve had come to call but he said he needed to rest. The sun set on his distress, but he had no relief. Finally, he decided to approach her himself. The poison was spreading and only she could help him at that moment.

He knocked on her door and went in before she could answer. She used to be on her laptop at such hours and he was right. "HEY!", she almost cried out when he had barged into her room. He shut the door after himself, face strewn with annoyance and distress, surprising because she could never really read his face. "I need answers." "Bucky, I..."

"We have spent MONTHS in this team", he cut her off, "You know what we have been through; all of us. Yet you don't trust me enough to tell me you're working on something... not a single hint." He felt incredibly stupid to feel like this. He was in the army, he knows what spy work is like, some things you just can't share, even with your team. "Just tell me one thing", he asked calmly, "Did you not tell me because of the nature or your work or...." She had no answer. "I forgot.." "You forgot?" He was left speechless after that. He could only turn to leave when she held onto his arm and sad.

"Bucky, please listen first." He pulled his arm away but turned to stand right in front of her, eyes stern and cold.

"I stood in front of you", he began, "I apologized. Damn it, you saw me go through hell, the hell I was thrown in because of what I had done, to others, and to you. I pleaded that I was sorry, I didn't even expect anything but you said you forgave me. Now I don't know what to think..." "I know I might no longer be the kind of man I was before I fell off the train, but I trusted you to be what you showed me you were. Kind, gentle, forgiving. I didn't expect much but you told me over and over again that you forgave me. For once, I felt like I could exist in a space where my presence wasn't a bitter reminder of what I was.. but I guess you really can't wash away your sins without blood."

Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked at his face. He looked broken and angry, all at once, and she had become the cause. "Bucky...", she said, and suddenly became aware of the tear that rolled down her cheek. "I was worried about you." He was stumped. She never really revealed what she thought, so he was struggling to connect the dots. Maybe she read the question in his eyes so she continued. "I thought you were avoiding me. And you stayed out of the apartment most of the time. I was worried about you, I didn't want to bother you with this stuff, specially when it was just MY job, not anyone else's." He began to rethink all she had said to him in the gym. He didn't find himself in any position to respond properly. Her tears had taken his attention off.

"Bucky", she spoke, after composing herself, which meant she wiped that single tear away. "You might not be the man you were before, and nothing can change that. But you're still HERE, and that MATTERS. I wasn't being kind towards you because I pitied you; you were a victim just as I was. What you did, that wasn't you.." "It was", he said in a tone that just drained energy from her. His eyes were just like she saw them in Romania; depressed, broken, tired and confused; questioning the purpose and meaning of his existence. "It wasn't", she sustained, "It was the brainwashed part of you. Anyone could have succumbed to that pressure. I remember you ask them about Steve. You said you knew him. I remember them almost trying to tear the memory out of you mind. I saw you suffer, just as much as I did. Maybe more. But you are HERE. You CHOSE to make a difference. You broke out of those chains, you helped Steve, you tried making things right, with me. Your presence is not a burden, and don't think that I am putting up with you or something like that just cuz you are Steve's friend. You are my friend too. And I won't let you cast everything away just because I didn't tell you about a mission."

There was a deafening silence after these words. He seemed to be fumbling with his thoughts, because his eyes were cast at her feet but the glance was lost in space somewhere. He seemed to be nervous.

"Do you trust me?"

She caught her tongue. The default answer was no, because she didn't trust anyone, but Bucky was in a different state of mind.

"I know I can", she replied. "I'm sorry, Bucky, but its not that I didn't trust you to tell you about my work. You're just so aloof and cut off sometimes, I don't want to burden your mind."

"Why would it be that way?", he replied, suddenly aware how close she was standing.

She bit her lip and looked at her feet as well, trying to process the situation. This was when she felt his warm skin touch her cold cheek. She raised her eyes and was met with his intent gaze, as he sought to scrape away the layers covering her inner self so he could reach through.

"I will not break away what we have built", he said, "Don't, for one moment, think that you mean nothing to me or that I think of you as just another person I happened to meet. What you have done for, and to me... I will never forget that.”

Before she could reach out her hand to touch his, like she intended, a pointed noise shook the room. There was the sound of glass shattering and then, concrete falling on the floor, and he noticed a large gaping hole in the wall a few millimeters next to her head... someone had them at gun point.

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Hiraeth [part 28]

Bucky Barnes X OC (Amelia Stone)

Hiraeth: (n.) “longing or deep yearning for a place, time, feeling or person long gone; or that never was.”

Summary: Bucky wants more honesty from the OC about their situation.

*long long this is long. lol. I apologize for this torture in advance.

For the next few weeks, she had begun to notice Bucky getting very agitable, she didn't know why. They trained together, ate together, spent most of the day together, worked on missions, but his mood seemed to be different. He seemed more distant to her. Oftentimes, she would find him looking at her with a very strange look, indecipherable from a his "normal illegible" look.

He was quieter and avoidant. He seemed to stop himself from talking when she was around, or shift his body. Knowing body language, she could tell he was trying to hide something, and then to hide the fact that he was hiding something. It was normal for him to manipulate his body language, to not give away his real stance. Even though, a particularly difficult mission had most of her attention, his behavior still kept pulling her attention towards him.

Getting a little irritated herself, she finally decided to do the thing she dreaded the most... confront him. If she had done or said something to make him uncomfortable, she could very easily apologize. Never a good idea to be uncomfortable with each other in a team.

It was after a particularly gruesome session of weight training that she decided to do it. Sam and Bucky were leaving the gym when she called him out for a small chat. Sam's footsteps lost their echoes as he left and Bucky walked towards her, brows knit together.

"This is going to be really awkward for me", she started, shifting her weight from one foot to another. "I could be totally wrong about this though; so feel free to correct me."

There was silence from his side, as he looked at her face, which only made it difficult for her because she didn't want to look like a fool in front of him. Heaving a sigh, she looked at him again.

"Bucky, are you pissed at me or something?" His brows creased to mark his confusion.

"Have I ever, like, ... I mean do you think that I might have crossed a boundary or something in our... interaction?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

She mentally cringed at what she was going to say, but continued, "These past couple days, I felt like you were more avoidant than you used to be. That doesn't mean at all that you shouldn't have boundaries that you can revise from time to time, and I, for one, am absolutely in favor of being comfortable in your own time and space. However, I just feel like you... change... around me."

"What?"

"Bucky, I know body language. Something seems to be on your mind, and I think it concerns me. I could be wrong, but this is why I just wanted to make it all clear. If there is an issue, we can discuss it and get it over with."

There was silence again, but he seemed a little disoriented about what she was saying.

"If it's about what Tony said, and our history in the HYDRA headquarters..."

"Why do you have to connect everything to that?", he asked with indifferent composure.

"With what?"

"HYDRA, our history..."

She was at a loss for words, not knowing how to answer the question. She only looked at him. His glass-clear eyes seemed to pierce under her skin, as if scraping out her vulnerability to the surface.

"Why does that have to be the starting and ending point of how you see me?" he asked, stepping closer, not breaking eye contact. "Or how you think I see you, or the world around me. You have to stop pitying me like I am a small child who needs constant shelter from everything, even the consequences of his own actions. What I did was wrong.. but I did it."

"I am not... pitying you", she spoke.

"Well, what else is it? You look at me like I am a weak, depressed person who can't face the reality of his situation. If I am having nightmares, I am sad. If I am not talking, I must be sad. Everyone seems to have moved on from that point, except you. All you see is the guy from the HYDRA lab being brain-washed and forced to do that stuff."

She could only stare at him in befuddlement, because she didn't know why he was saying all this. She did know one thing that ever since that night when he was at the height of his anxiety, this was when he was being totally honest with her. He had laid open his heart to her at this moment.

"Bucky, I..."

"You said you forgave me, but what you actually did is pity me. All high and mighty. Not even once did you grab me by my collar and scream at me for causing all that pain. I deserved that, at least once. You're so caught up in being shut off in your own self, that you don't see the fire around you that could consume you."

"You want me to be honest to you?"

"I want you to be honest to yourself; and stop pitying me. It's not your job to protect me."

"I didn't...", she retorted.

"Really? Why didn't you tell everyone about me then? If my "situation" is understandable or easy to sympathize with".

She honestly didn't have an answer, not able to withstand his intense gaze, but his eyes had that quality to hold you in place.

"It was pity, Amy. That's what you keep doing all along", he asked. "But I don't need your pity any more. "

"What do you want then?"

"I just want honesty. Stop trying to shelter me, stop being indifferent to our situation."

He stepped even closer.

"You wanted me to make new memories, that's why you gave me the journal, right? but you're stuck in the past yourself, altering your memories, which just leads you to a very distorted vision of your present. Move forward, Amelia. Be honest with yourself."

She could only look at the intensity of his eyes, and the sheer honesty with which he was saying his words. Even his body language matched this time. She had forgotten momentarily that he had found out that she gifted him the sweater and the journal. She had such a contrast of emotions stir within herself that her mind needed time to recuperate.

Before she could open her mouth to speak, the gym door opened and distracted them both. Someone else had just walked in, looking at them momentarily and nodding.

"So you're not pissed at me? Is that the takeaway.."

"The takeaway is that you need to stop thinking that I pivot our interactions around that situation of our lives. I don’t want to be sheltered."

"So.. it's something else?”

His silence confused her. He stepped back and was leaving when she called him again.

“You want me to hate you?”

“Just show me who you really are. Hate me or not, I..” he began, but his comment was cut short when the man passed by her and made a comment.

"You do jujitsu, lady?"

"I'm sorry?" she asked. She couldn't really make sense of anything yet, after the heat of Bucky's words.

"Brazilian jujitsu... your legs look like it.."

Before she could answer though, Bucky was making his way back.

"A little bit", she answered, much to his befuddlement. Why was she entertaining this man?

"Well, let me know if you need training. Got a gym up 34th. Can give you private lessons too." The tone was obvious. He was angry at this "indifference" she seemingly showed at the comments.

Before something else could be said, the man was pushed back. He fell on the mat and rolled over. The man barely managed to get on his knees when Bucky was advancing on him again.

"That's no way to treat a woman."

"Bucky!", she almost yelled at him, "Stop!" She just took his hand and tried to pull him away, quite a difficult task given how tall and muscular he was.

"Bucky.. Please. Let's go... It's not worth it... PLEASE!" she pleaded, trying to pull him away. "He's already down. Please."

Bucky was the one who held her arm and led her out of the gym. She threw an apologetic glance at the man and then at Bucky who looked agitated.

"What the hell is wrong with you?", he almost yelled at her when they sat in the car.

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Hiraeth [Part 27]

Bucky Barnes X OC (Amelia Stone)

Hiraeth: (n.) “longing or deep yearning for a place, time, feeling or person long gone; or that never was.”

Summary: Things have changed for those who opposed the Sokovian accords. They spend a Christmas together.

*very tiny chapter I wrote to make ground for more fluff*

She didn't know how long it would take to get used to the mildew of their new apartment. It was a fairly decent establishment, but the rain always dampened the wall; that combined with the fact that the landlord was always doing weed.

She was still struggling a lot with her pain, some days more than others. Now that she had also left the facility, there was no way to keep a close eye on the wound. It used to burn every once in while, particularly when she had those recurring nightmares, now vivid, of being tortured, at the hands of HYDRA, and Bucky. She could remember how she got some of her cuts, that had left a mark on her skin. She couldn't really remember how she hurt her chest.

Maybe it was why Bucky was avoiding her. Somewhere in his mind, he was relating Tony's anger to her forgiveness, doubting if her forgiveness would turn on him the moment he made another mistake. It made him very aware of everyone's presence, and he seemed keen to stay in the shadows, and not interact with them so much. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought he was like that. Brooding, proud, antisocial and a recluse.

Christmas arrived, it was bittersweet, because the team celebrated it together, at least once during the 25 days. To keep up with the festivities, they all decided to have a Secret Santa. It was a beautiful evening on the 24th. The warmth was just right, it made the house feel like a safe haven from the bone-chilling winter outside. The world had gone to a deep slumber under the blanket of fresh snow. The smell of cinnamon and apple had muffled that of the mildew she always complained about. Steve was telling stories of his childhood; Sam was astonished that Steve was indeed a grandpa. Natasha was drinking wine, Bucky too, sitting in the chair and smiling as Steve recounted shared memories.

Ellie had just left the room a minute earlier, and came back holding her phone. Steve and Natasha were to notice.

"Ellie", Steve began, "Come on. Not today. It's Christmas."

"Just one minute Steve."

"He said he'll come, so he will. And if he doesn't, well.. we see that later."

The cryptic nature of their conversation caught Bucky's attention, whose eyes suddenly landed on Ellie and her phone.

"True", she replied, "Ugh.... I am just so nervous."

"Didn't you set the time with him?", Sam asked too.

"Well, he said around Christmas, that too in a mall or something", she replied. "He apparently has a thing for festivities and lights." Ellie closed her phone and put it away.

"Are you sure you want to meet him?", Sam asked, "I mean, you've not really done this kinda stuff before."

"It's ok. Exploring new horizons", she replied. "The world has changed."

"And yet somehow it's still the same", Natasha continued. She put her glass away and straightened the ruffles of her beautiful green dress. "So, let's do the gift thing and get this over with."

Ellie put her phone away and settled on the beanbag next to the fireplace. The gifts were brought and they began to unwrap them.

It began with Steve. It was a small rectangular box, no longer than his hand, wrapped in blue and silver paper, with a red bow on it. He chuckled at the color scheme and unwrapped it. Silence followed.

"Geez", he could manage to say, but his eyes were wide.

"What is it?", Natasha asked.

"It's a Swiss army knife", he said, tracing the sides with his finger. "1939. Belonged to one of my friends in the regiment."

They all looked at the name carved on the side of the knife. "L. R. Anthony."

"We shared a tent during one of our missions. Really, a gem of a man. Had a wife, Margie and.. 4 children I think. A pair of girls and boys. Kentucky.. Man..." Ellie took a moment to steal a glance at Bucky who, as usual, felt indecipherable.

There was silence in the room. All they could hear was the fire.

Sam opened his gift and found paper inside.

"What's this?", he read the card inside. It had two tickets to the quarter finals of a football match. "WHO BALLIN?" he announced, smiling enthusiastically.

Natasha was next to open her gift. Someone had gifted her tickets to Disneyland and an invitation to a fancy restaurant. She could definitely use a break. They all could.

Ellie had a small packet in her hand, looked like a letter envelope. She opened the flaps and two things. One was a really delicate chain, made of silver probably. It had the most delicate pendant on it, a rose. There was one more thing, a small plastic bag, with small bead-like things.

"Are these seeds?", she asked, examining them closely. The paper at the bottom of the box said so. It was geranium and carnation seeds. She looked so happy, always having an interest in horticulture. Her silence though, made everyone curious.

“Something wrong?”

"No. I just... I love it!", she said, smiling faintly.

Bucky was last, awkwardly fidgeting with the box in his hand, it was a brown box, wrapped in a plain black string with a tiny plastic pine cone in place of a bow. He opened the box carefully and found two things inside, a nice woolen sweater and an empty journal. On top lay a note which said, "To new memories..."

Announcing that they were going to be late for dinner, Natasha put the gifts away. While everyone was putting their things away, Bucky was wearing the warm brown sweater he found in his gift.

“It’s a perfect fit”, Steve commented, passing him by to get the keys.

“It is”, Bucky replied, making final adjustments to the hem. He had been estranged for so long, the feeling of a home made him feel awkward. If he could, he would have tried to liken this Christmas to all of his past ones, good ones, but memory wouldn’t serve him that well. It was outside the house his mind was trapped in, and the guard was too strong.

Ellie stood right next to him, looking at herself in the giant hallway mirror. She was wearing a lovely black dress, with a thigh high slit and perfect stockings to match. Her hair were open and flowing beautifully down.

“Can you help me?”, she asked, awkwardly, holding the chain in her hand. “I might as well wear this too.”

“It matches..”

Bucky clipped the chain, the tiny gold rose pendant twinkling under the light. It looked perfect. She looked at his sweater and smiled.

“Looks nice”, she said, walking away.

“Yes it does”, he replied, in a low voice, looking at himself again, “Thanks Amy.”

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Sorry it got hella long. I wanted to make some sense of the timeline and also, Bucky related fluff angst had to be there lol. Also... Is the series too long? Should I be cutting it short? I just like details a little too much.

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Secondarily, could you update the master list for Hiraeth?

Sorry, I was in winter soldier mode... just logged in to get back on the writing thingy. Anyways, yes I have just updated the master list AND added new chapter ;)

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Hiraeth [Part 26]

Bucky Barnes X OC (Amelia Stone)

Hiraeth: (n.) “longing or deep yearning for a place, time, feeling or person long gone; or that never was.”

Summary: Tony and Steve face two opposite directions, the team has to make some decisions.

No matter how much she tried, she couldn't shake off the feeling of embarrassment the next morning. She looked lost and pre-occupied to the rest of the team, but mentally she was chastising herself for doing what she did. Seeing how Bucky was, reclusive and avoidant, she feared she had just crossed some boundary and he must be extremely uncomfortable. "Maybe", she mumbled to herself, closing the fridge, "He was being nice to me. He must be thinking I am a complete IDIOT! BREATH???" She turned around and almost screamed when she saw Bucky square in front of her. He seemed very indifferent to her sudden reaction, or maybe he hadn't noticed it enough. She averted her gaze and moved aside. "Do you usually do that?" his relatively calm voice fell in her ears. "Do what?", she asked. "Talk to yourself", he replied, as if he had just witnessed something silly. For a moment, she seriously considered if she had really been talking out loud. He was quick to dissipate that fear. "Your face was very... animated", he said. "First time I ever seen some emotion on it." She was caught off-guard that he, of all people, were noticing her emotions, or lack thereof.

Steve happened to enter the kitchen at that very moment. They exchanged a glance and Amelia forgot all about Bucky or the previous night for some time. She was holding back something from Steve, something she had never done before, but she didn't have the gut to tell Steve right away. He had only been back for a week or so. Tony was a wrought with anger and bitterness over Bucky. He had just found out. Somehow everyone seemed to know that Tony couldn't forgive Bucky, even after knowing what happened to him. Who could? He killed his parents; there was no one else responsible but him. Sure, Bucky and Sam had come to Avengers Tower and helped with a few missions, but that was the need of the moment. Part of the reason Bucky had begun to stay away from the HQ was mostly because he knew he wasn't welcome. He only visited so that Steve wouldn't worry about him too much. "We need to talk", Tony announced at lunch, a couple days later. He was back in the towers for some work and Bucky had left. Somehow, this felt like a perfect moment to have an honest meeting. "He needs to leave", Tony said. "Tony", Steve began. "Not a single word on this", Tony spit. "If I see him one more time... I'm just gonna kill him." Tension just escalated in the room tenfold. Steve ad Tony were standing face to face. Only Thor, Bruce, Wanda and Bucky weren't there. "He killed my parents", Tony announced to all. The silence was deadly. No one could even fathom a thought. The air shifted drastically, as everyone just looked at the two men, and exchanged looks with each other. "Tony", Steve asserted, "It was Zemo's fault. He was brainwashed.... for decades. You can't blame him for..." "I can bloody well blame him for his actions. You want me to forgive him NOW? After all he has done?" Tony stepped forward and looked Steve straight in the eye, hurt and anger evident in the glistening of his eye. "You want to forgive him because his conscience woke up NOW?... Well I think it woke up too bloody late." No one spoke anything. It was not their time, or place to comment on the extent of his grief, but there was a lot to say.

"Guys, we can discuss this with an open mind", Amy was the first to speak up. "You want to discuss it coolly?", Tony asked, looking at her then at Steve again. "Okay. Are you 100 percent sure that he will not become the Winter Soldier again? Are you sure he is "normal" now?" "He's getting better", Steve said, "I trust him." "I trusted YOU, Rogers", Tony spoke. "Look how that turned out." "I know you're angry.." "I am just asking you calmly if you can trust him completely. How many more nights must we risk someone's life... before we know he won't kill any or all of us, bring this whole damn building down." "Tony, he is trying his best", Steve said. "I don't care what that son-of-a-bitch is trying", Tony said, "He leaves. The only reason I was putting up with all this bullshit for the past couple months was the missions, maybe friendship. But all he has done is attack us again and again, and I for one, am not willing to risk any of our missions for the sake of a rehab program. And if you have an issue with that, you are free to leave as well..." -------------------------------- I’ll change the taglist format some time later. Thanks so much for the love <3 Tags: This lovely bean

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