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500 Days of You: Day (1)

Summary: This story is about the ups and downs of love between Bucky and the reader. As told in the (500) Days of Summer style.

Pairings: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Adult language, partaking of alcohol.

Days List: @jbarness​

Day (1): The Spark

You had arrived at the party later than usual, but you knew the Wilsons wouldn’t have minded. Sarah was the first person you greeted. She gave a loud squeal before running to you and giving you a big hug. You had been away for a whole two weeks and had returned just as Sam had debuted as Captain America. You were both proud and scared for him but mostly proud.

“Where have you been huh?” Sarah asked you while squeezing your shoulders.

“You know being here and there,” you said while giving a sheepish smile.

“Did you say hi to Sam?”

“No, he looks busy and there was a long line, I don’t want to cut or anything.”

“Oh come on, you know you’re family. Go say hi,” she said while pointing you towards her brother. She gave you a small push of encouragement. Sarah had always wanted you and Sam to get together so her enthusiasm for you to go to Sam wasn’t new. You shook your head but went towards him anyway. You stuffed your hands in your pockets and cautiously approached him. From afar, Sam spotted you and flagged you down immediately. As the crowd of people parted for you, Sam came forward and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Where have you been?”

“Busy as always,” you said while squeezing him. Sam pulled away and gave you a good look. You looked just as he remembered you. The Blip and the time passing didn’t affect you at all. Sam looked the same to you as well. He didn’t age for three years and the stress of being Captain America hadn’t gotten to him yet.

“Well now that I’m back, you should make time to come see me more,”

“I’ll try…but hey, congratulations on the whole promotion. I’m very proud of you,” you clapped his shoulder.

“Ah well…it was a tough decision, but I think it’s the right one,” Sam replied while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Me too,” you grinned then slowly walked backwards, “Well I should let you get back to your adoring fans.”

Sam turned to the crowd behind then back to you. He let out a brief exhale and shook his head. Adoring fans was still something he wasn’t used to hearing. As you walked backwards, you felt yourself press against something firm. You immediately turned around and saw a towering man with a metal arm. You let out a quiet gasp as you noticed a pair of piercing blue eyes looking directly into yours. Your eyes widened in shock as you had never seen anyone so handsome in real life before.

“Sorry… I… didn’t see…you…” you managed to mumble while still staring like a deer in headlights.

Seeing you visibly taken aback the man said, “No, no it’s my fault, I should’ve been more careful.”

The expression on his face softened immediately as he apologized. He seemed more human now that he looked embarrassed in front of you. You opened your mouth to say something in return, but nothing came out. Instead, you just stared, and the man stared back in return. A small smile formed on his face as he looked at you. It was like he knew the effect he had on you, and he was proud of it. You smiled back as the both of you continued to just look at each other.

“Y/N,” you felt Sam’s hand on your shoulder, “This is Bucky Barnes he’s my…coworker…Bucky this is Y/N. She’s a very old friend. She’s practically family,”

“Y/N…” Bucky whispered to himself. His lips tingled as he said your name. It was like they knew that this name was special and different from all the other names that he had ever uttered in his life. He tried to hold back another smile from forming. Just then, AJ and Cass came running to you guys,

“Mom says it’s time to eat,” AJ announced while Cass tried to climb Bucky’s arm once more. Bucky easily lifted him and followed AJ as he led you and him to the picnic table. Sam excused himself from the group of people wanting pictures before heading over to you guys. After dinner, you and Bucky were left alone on the picnic table. It wasn’t on purpose or to get you two to talk, but it just happened as fate would have it.

“I’m gonna say something embarrassing,” you began while sipping your fourth bottle of beer. In truth, you were a little buzzed, but that made talking to someone like Bucky so much easier. The nervousness from earlier faded and your buzz gave you unrecognizable confidence.

“What?” Bucky smiled, refreshed by someone so honest and willing to show any kind of vulnerability.

“I actually was obsessed with you in high school,” you said. Bucky raised his eyebrow in interest which prompted you to further explain, “I mean not like you but Captain America and the Howling Commandos was my shit in high school. I just thought you guys were so cool and I just watched so many documentaries and read books…hell I even wrote a paper on you guys.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky smiled, flattered that anyone would think he or his group of friends were cool. He never thought about how historic everything they did were. It was just everyday life to them.

“Oh yeah…” you giggled to yourself.

“Was I your favorite?” Bucky asked while leaning back against the table and sipping his beer. He was trying to look cool.

“Oh nooo,”

“What? Who was your favorite?” Bucky sat up in shock. You weren’t even trying to flatter him at this point. Was this some kind of mind trick you were pulling to keep him interested or did you genuinely like someone else more?

“Montgomery Falsworth was my favorite to be honest,”

“Seriously?” Bucky leaned towards you.

You laughed, “Yeah, I wore a red beret for like most of junior year and the first half of senior year,”

“No way…” Bucky ran his fingers through his hair and then gestured to his mouth area, “Did you think that mustache was cool?”

“You know, the mustache really did it for me,”

“Bull… I mean even Steve hated the mustache.”

“I liked more than just the mustache! I’ll have you know that I’m a woman of substance. He was a smart man you know, and…and…,”

“No, you and I are not talking about the same Montgomery Falsworth. That guy was…pfft…just no.”

“He was so adventurous! He did all of those things with Steve for the adventure! Like that’s really cool if you think about it,” you continued, ignoring the fact that Bucky was trying to downplay Montgomery to you.

Bucky sipped his beer once more, “Well, I’m just going to have to show you that I am obviously way cooler than Falsworth,”

“Oh yeah?”

“You made it my mission tonight, doll,” Bucky smiled at you. Doll…the word just flowed naturally out of his mouth. He hadn’t called anyone that in decades and yet it just slipped…for you.

“Haha, okay Barnes, show me what you’ve got,” you challenged. Bucky gave you a cocky grin and sipped his beer once more before beginning. The Bucky Show began with him regaling war stories to you. In most of them he depicted himself as heroic and fearless while depicting Falsworth as someone who just happened to be there. The next thing he did to impress you were party tricks like opening beer bottles with his metal arm or carrying something heavy without any effort. The last trick he pulled out of the bag was his dancing skills. For this, he pulled you up from your seat and he taught you very fun moves that he regularly did back in the late thirties. The one he specifically showed you was a swing type dance where he would pick you up every now and then. Your enthusiasm to learn and reactions made Bucky feel like the young man he was just before the war.

From afar, Sam had watched the both of you. Sam was impressed at how much Bucky was smiling that night. He was convinced that Bucky didn’t know how to smile or have fun, but that night proved him wrong. Every time you had thrown your head back laughing, Bucky’s face lit up in excitement. This expression Sam had never even thought was possible to see on Bucky and yet there it was plain as day. And it kept coming as if the expression was a dime a dozen to Bucky. After a while, Bucky had left you alone for the first time that night. It was then that Sam had approached you. He sat beside you and casually tapped your knee.

“How’d you do it?” he asked you.

“How’d I do what?”

“How’d you get Bucky to open up to you like that?” Sam expanded.

“What do you mean?” you looked at him curiously.

“I mean, I’ve known Bucky for a couple of years now and I barely got him to smile around me. That only happened after I became Captain America and yet…you two meet for the first time and he’s teaching you how to dance and smiling like an idiot. How’d you do that?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know…I told him I was obsessed with The Howling Commandos and that Montgomery Falsworth was my favorite,”

“Oohh…. trying to get him to win your approval…not a bad plan.”

“And why would he want to win my approval?”

“Maybe he likes you. Maybe it’s love at first sight,”

“As if,” you rolled your eyes. You never believed in love at first sight or at least you didn’t believe it was for you. Love at first sight were for ridiculously beautiful and ethereal people. You were not one of those people. In fact, on a good day, you considered yourself slightly above average looking. That was on a good day which rarely ever happened. So, thinking that you could ever catch Bucky’s attention in any way was never on your mind.

“What? Don’t tell me you don’t see it,” Sam chuckled. You replied nothing which made him press on, “Oh come on, Y/N, he’s been talking to you and only you all night. You’ve got him performing tricks like a monkey, he won’t stop looking at you and he keeps smiling at you. At the very least he likes you,”

“Maybe he just feels comfortable talking to me. I’ve got really friendly vibes.”

“Oh Y/N, you sweet summer child,” Sam wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in gently like the older brother he was. Just then Bucky had come back with two beer bottles in his hand.

“Speak of the devil,” Sam said while scooching closer to you to make space for Bucky on the bench. Bucky gave Sam a displeased look before asking,

“Y/N, you wanna walk around? It’s getting a little crowded here,”

Sam shot you a “I told you so” look. You then stood up,

“Sure, why not, it’s a nice night for a walk,”

“Have fun you two! Don’t do anything I can’t tell your parents about,” Sam called out as he watched the two of you walk away. Bucky shot him another angry look before disappearing off with you. You and Bucky kept your eyes on the setting sun as you both walked around the dock. The sound of the water crashing against the boats became louder as the music and conversation from the cookout faded. You closed your eyes and felt the cool air hit against your skin. You breathed in deeply and let out a satisfied exhale. Bucky curiously watched as you took in everything in the environment happily.

“So, what do you do?” Bucky asked, breaking the silence.

“I recently started working at an agency in D.C.,” you replied while sipping the beer Bucky had given you earlier. The buzz from earlier had started to fade or at least you thought so.

“Oh, so you live in D.C. close to Sam?”

“Yeah, although Sam’s lived there for much longer. He actually helped me find my apartment,”

“You know, D.C. is not too far from New York. It’s like a three-hour train ride. It wouldn’t be too hard to visit…What do you do for fun there?”

“Well…I’m kind of a big history nerd so I actually like going to the monuments and the history museum,”

“Nice…you know I have an exhibit in the Air and Space Museum,” Bucky bragged.

You chuckled, “It’s not your exhibit. Last time I checked it was the Captain America exhibit which featured the Howling Commandos,”

“Same difference,” Bucky shrugged while sipping his drink. You let out another laugh that Bucky found intoxicating. He could never get drunk on alcohol, but he figured he could probably get drunk on the way you laughed and the way you looked that night. As the sun set painted an orange sky with streak of purple, it’s light had made you glow. It brightened your eyes and highlighted its color. People usually told Bucky about how easy it was to get lost in his eyes, but he never understood what that meant until this moment. Bucky couldn’t peel his eyes away from you. He stopped believing in love at first sight, but you were changing his mind with every passing moment. For someone who never thought about the future, he didn’t find it difficult thinking about being around you in the future tense. Even when you first bumped into him, the way your guys’ eyes met lit a spark in him. But Bucky was convinced that the spark was more than skin deep. Maybe it was the lighthearted air that surrounded you or maybe it was your bright smile or the way you laughed, but it was just an energy he wanted to be around. He had been wallowing in darkness for so long that it felt good to be around someone who was just…light and easy.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you then said while blushing slightly.

“Like what?” he asked while smiling. The new color on your cheeks gave him something else to observe and obsess about.

“Like…with admiration and…” you wanted to say affection, but didn’t want to be presumptuous, “Just…I don’t want to mistake your friendliness with infatuation. So please don’t look at me like that,”

“But Y/N…” Bucky stepped in front of you and looked you in the eyes, making you blush more. He took a step closer while breathing shallowly. The words escaped his mouth, “I am smitten…with you…Maybe there’s something in the air tonight…”

As Bucky’s words filled your ears, you began to turn vermillion. There was no way this was actually happening, you thought. In return, Bucky blushed what he had just said. This was probably one of the fastest confessions he had ever given. Back then, there was more build up when he flirted with girls. He would start off shy and gradually build the tension over days with a girl before actually saying anything. And now with you…it only took hours for him to confess.

“You’re just saying that because you’re drunk,” you said, trying to relieve the tension.

“But I’m not,”

“Seriously? You had like ten bottles of beer. You’re not even like a little tipsy or buzzed?”

“Nope, it’s a super soldier thing…”

“What?! No!” you hid your face in your hands. You had been saying all kinds of things that night under the assumption that Bucky was a little off his rockers. Now he was fully aware and would remember everything you told him? Talk about embarrassing. Bucky only found you more endearing, however. It had been a while since he’d seen someone so flustered by how much they liked him. He couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t want to do this stupid dance of romance; he wanted a direct answer. Bucky put his hands in his pockets and prepared himself for what he was about to do next. He looked at the ground and pursed his lips. He shut his eyes tightly before spitting out,

“Give me your number,” He looked up you slowly then chuckled nervously, “Shit...that sounded so desperate,”

You looked up from your hands and saw that Bucky had turned red as well. He was just as nervous as you. You gulped in disbelief, “Really? Why?”

“So, I can talk to you even after tonight. I told you…I like you and I wanna see you more.”

You bit your lip and thought for a minute. Yes, you would give Bucky your number, but you wanted to play it cool of course.

“Okay, I’ll give it to you under two conditions,”

“Done,”

“Condition two is actually, don’t call me unless it’s an emergency. I would prefer if you texted first.”

“What’s condition one?”

“You lift Sam’s truck with your metal arm. Not the whole thing, but like just enough to see the wheels off the ground, you know?”

“Easy,” Bucky downed his drink then grabbed your wrist to lead you to Sam’s car. To your surprise, Bucky really easily lifted the trunk of Sam’s truck. He didn’t even break a sweat.

“Okay next challenge,” you said.

“No, no, you didn’t say anything about that. I fulfilled your first condition. Give me your number,” Bucky protested and handed his phone to you.

“Fine,” you admitted defeat and inputted your number into his phone. You entered your name and put a little heart emoji at the end. As you gave Bucky his phone back a large grin appeared on his face. He held the phone close to his chest for a minute before putting it back in his pocket. You laughed at his excitement. You had never met anyone so thrilled to have your number before.

“Bucky what the fuck are you doing? Put my truck down!” Sam’s voice then ripped across the dock.

“Oh shit,” Bucky immediately put down the truck and raised his hand to show Sam that nothing was wrong. You giggled uncontrollably as Sam marched towards the two of you. He growled,

“If I find something wrong with my truck. I’m killing you both!”

You immediately grabbed Bucky’s shirt and pulled him away from the truck,

“Let’s get go before he gets us!” you squealed as the both of you ran away like a pair of delinquent teenagers.

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Part 2

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Story Idea #4

A love story between Bucky and Reader as told in a (500) Days of Summer-esque way.

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The Tale of Strangewood Manor (3): Nightfall

College Detective!Avengers AU

Summary: As the team investigates different rooms, they find a particularly interesting clue as to why they might have been specifically asked to come investigate.

Pairings: None

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Spooky stuff?

Mystery Club: @jbarness​

You and Sam, Strangewood Manor Library on the Second Floor, 6:45 pm

You and Sam had decided to go up to the library to look for more clues. The library seemed normal enough. It was a room with walls lined with books that had a writing desk accompanied by a large leather seat towards the back. The only weird thing about the room was that it was eerily silent. Sure, libraries were usually a quiet place, but this place was deafeningly silent. Sam slowly examined the titles of the books. They were filled with classics: Machiavelli’s The Prince, Voltaire’s writings, Les Miserables by Victor Hugo, etc. This wasn’t surprising however, if someone were to dabble into the world of the occult, they wouldn’t just have the evidence sprawling out.

“Find anything out of the ordinary?” you whispered to Sam as you made your way to the heavy-looking oak, writing desk.

“Not yet,”

You sat down at the desk and began opening the drawers. The drawers were filled with nothing but stationery it seemed. Not out of the ordinary at all. You began pulling the papers out to see if maybe there was something at the bottom. You then felt all around the drawer for some kind of mechanism or switch that would open any kind of secret hatch. Meanwhile Sam kept looking at one book in particular. It was odd that it was the only book with a modern outside and the title was in Latin. Sam pulled it out and immediately opened it. The book was filled chicken scratch that didn’t make sense.

Bucky and Steve, The Junk Room on the Second Floor, 6:45 pm

Bucky and Steve had entered the room at the end of the hallway on the opposite side of the bedrooms. As they entered and switched on the lights, they were greeted by the head of a large elk head hanging on the wall. Beside the elk were other animal heads presented as trophies. In front of the trophies was a couch covered in a white sheet with what looked like a coffee table in front. Steve and Bucky could only assume it was a coffee table as there was a sheet on top of that too. On one side there was a shelf filled with guns. On the other side were cabinets, another desk and an old grandfather clock laying down on the floor. In the middle of the room however were just boxes filled with all kinds of knick-knacks. In the corner was something leaning against the wall, covered in a white sheet as well.

“Weird hunting room,” Bucky commented.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked while examining the old rifles.

“Nothing just that I would expect the hunting room to be on the first floor is all,” Bucky explained.

“Maybe it’s not a hunting room,” Steve shrugged, “Maybe it’s just a room where they store junk,”

Wanda and Natasha, the Locked room on the First Floor, 6:45pm

“You’re telling me that you spent all afternoon trying to open this door and failed so you’re going to keep trying?” Wanda asked Natasha with his hands crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

“I’m close to opening it, I can feel it,” Natasha said while fiddling with the lock using her lockpick set. Wanda let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. Natasha was not the kind of person to just let things go so Wanda braced herself to stay outside the door all night. She did hope it would open soon because Wanda actually wanted to explore. She contemplated leaving Natasha to explore on her own but knew that if Steve found out (which he would have one way or the other), she would get a long talking to. So, Wanda stayed and watched as Natasha jammed one more metal rod into the keyhole of the door.

You and Sam, Strangewood Manor Library on the Second Floor, 6:55 pm

“Woah did you feel that?” Sam asked while shivering slightly. In that moment, Sam was standing in front of the fireplace just behind the desk in the library. He stepped the side ever so slightly and pointed his camera on the spot to see if there was any ghost activity he could catch on a thermal camera. You stood next to him and peaked into the camera. Lo and behold, there was a blue spot that showed a cooler region compared to the rest of the surrounding. You stood in the spot to investigate yourself. You felt a chill, but it felt like a regular kind of temperature change. You thought back to the lady in the mirror who held out her hand to you. Now that was a kind of ghostly chill that you had never experienced before. This chill was just…cold.

“What do you think?” Sam then inquired as you stood silently staring at the desk.

“It’s cold, but…not like a ghost walked into the room cold,” you explained and then started feeling around the fireplace. You noticed a draft coming from one of the sides. You took a paper from the desk and put it right next to the small crack in the wall. Sam watched as the paper danced in your hands.

“That’s a fake fireplace,” he noted, “And there’s something on the other side.”

You nodded and tried to jam your fingers into the crack to open the fake fireplace.

Wanda and Natasha, the Locked room on the First Floor, 6:58pm

—Cssssh—Hey guys, ten-minute check-up— Steve’s voice came from the walkie talkie.

“Nothing yet,” Wanda replied, still watching Natasha fiddle with the lock, “I don’t think we’re gonna be finding anything tonight.”

—Cssssh—There might be a secret room in the library…we’re trying to open it although nothing out of the ordinary yet— Sam’s voice them came.

—Cssssh— Alright good know. Nothing weird in the junk room either. Steve reported. Then it went silent again.

“I think I’ve got it,” Natasha said as she heard a clicking sound coming from the door.

“Thank goodness! Let’s do some real detective work,” Wanda rejoiced. Natasha tried to twist the doorknob. The knob slowly turned but another clicking sound came and it stopped moving. Natasha let out a frustrated groan,

“Seriously?! What is up with this freaking lock?”

“Can we please look at another room?”

“No! I will open this room!”

Bucky and Steve, The Junk Room on the Second Floor, 6:59 pm

As Steve finished reporting, Bucky pulled on the white sheet to reveal an old coffee table stained with water and presumably coffee circles. There were two drawers with metal circles as pulling knobs. Bucky slowly opened them and saw a bunch of old newspaper clippings. He quickly took them and shuffled through the papers,

“Uuh…Steve? You might want to look at this,”

Steve immediately walked to Bucky and took the newspaper clippings from his hands. The first clipping was from your guys’ college. You were photographed as a group and the headline read “Young Detective Agency Solves Local Mystery”. It was your guys’ first case involving the disappearance of a young high school girl. The next newspaper clipping was you guys again, but this time Bucky wore the mascot costume of the school while Steve and Sam were dressed in a sports uniform and the girls dressed as cheerleaders. This headline read “Avengers Detective Agency Solves Sport Scandal”. The next one was when you guys had solved the missing funds from one of the school departments.

“Well, it looks like Mr. Stark did his research on us,” was all Steve said.

“No Steve, look,” Bucky pointed out something out, “In every picture, Wanda’s face has been circled.”

“What?” Steve squinted and looked again. Bucky was right, Wanda’s face had been circled, but since the mark was in a faded pencil, Steve didn’t notice right away.

“Even in the articles, the things underlined are about Wanda,” Bucky showed him then read aloud, “Mystic Master Wanda Maximoff explains that ghosts couldn’t have been involved in sports scandals…Phantasmal fanatic, Miss Maximoff credits her suspicion of the dean to her intuition…”

“What the heck…?” Steve then took out his walkie talkie and spoke into it, “Wanda, Nat, status report,”

Cssshh—It’s only been like two minutes dude, nothing is happening her—AAAH! Natasha’s report had been cut off by Wanda’s scream. Bucky immediately grabbed his walkie talkie while running out of the room,

“Y/N, SAM! FIRST FLOOR NOW!”

“REGROUP!” Steve yelled while running behind Bucky.

You and Sam, Strangewood Manor Library on the Second Floor, 7:05 pm

REGROUP! – Steve’s voice over the walkie talkie filled the quiet library. Sam grabbed his bag and rushed to the first floor. You stood up and began jogging towards the exit. However, as Sam rushed out, his bag accidentally brushed against the globe sitting on the edge of the desk. The globe spun and ended with a click. As you reached the door, you heard a rumble from the back of the room. You stopped and turned to see that the fake fireplace had slid out of place to reveal an entrance. In the darkness, you saw a pair of purple eyes staring at you.

“Y/N,” a whispered from the entrance came, “You have to set him free,”

Instantly, you felt a ghostly coldness. You hypnotically moved towards the pair of eyes staring at you. It wasn’t a dream, you thought. The woman in the mirror was real and she was just beyond the darkness.

Everyone but You, the Locked Room on the First Floor, 7:08 pm

“I’m really sorry!” Wanda apologized to Steve and Bucky as they towered over her, “I didn’t mean to scream so loudly. It’s just…well look at it!”

Wanda pointed to the room painted in what looked like blood. As Natasha answered Steve’s call, she had opened the door. As she swung the door open, something fell and hit her head. Wanda, seeing Natasha get hit and then the bloody room, screeched in terror.

“I’m just glad you’re both okay,” Steve said while helping Natasha up. Just then Sam arrived,

“What happened? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, Wanda just got surprised,” Bucky explained while turning to Sam. He stood in silence for a moment before asking, “Where’s Y/N?”

“She’s right behind…me,” Sam turned to point but saw that you had not followed.

“Seriously?” Bucky asked, “Sam you know she’s been acting weird around the house all day. Why didn’t you make sure she was in front of you?”

“You guys made it sound urgent! And I thought something bad happened to Wanda! I rushed out!” Sam defended himself. At this point, Bucky had already pushed past him and was on his way to the second floor. As he got to the top of the staircase however, Bucky saw you walking slowly towards him.

“Y/N!” he ran to you. He inspected you to make sure that you were not harmed. As he looked at your face however, he noticed how pale you were. He cupped your face and felt a ghostly frost that sent a chill down his spine. You looked up at him with an empty expression and glazed over eyes. Bucky lightly shook you. He thought that maybe you were sleep walking again and a light shake would wake you up. To his relief, the color came back to your face and your eyes soon appeared woken up.

“Bucky?” you asked, confused, “What happened is everyone okay?”

“Yeah, but are you okay?”

“I’m fine…” you replied then looked at the ground. You tried remembering what you were doing before coming to Bucky.

“Y/N,” Sam called to you as he arrived at the top of the staircase, “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have left you behind.”

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” you repeated while pulling away from Bucky’s grip.

“Let’s get back to the group, I have to show you guys something,” Bucky said while guiding you back down the stairs.

Everyone, the Bloody Room on the First Floor, 7:12 pm

“You think that someone is trying to target me?” Wanda asked while looking at the newspaper clippings, “But why me?”

“Because you’re into all the things mystical,” Steve explained.

“That’s stupid,” Wanda replied and handed back the newpaper clippings to Bucky.

“I think we should stay in groups of three now,” Steve said, “Bucky and I will stay with Wanda,”

“No, I do not want to be with Sam,” Natasha protested.

“It’s okay I’ll stay with Sam and Y/N.” Bucky volunteered then shot an angry glare at Sam, “Someone has to make sure that Sam doesn’t mess up again,”

“Really, I’m fine,” you assured everyone, “I just got distracted,”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll babysit the both of you,” Bucky said firmly.

“Whatever, we just have to go back to the library,” you said while crossing your arms.

“Yeah, we think there’s a door with a secret passage there,” Sam explained.

“Okay, we’ll keep investigating the bloody room,” Natasha said with pride as she finally opened the room.

“Alright, everyone be on their guard.” Steve commanded as the group split up once more.

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Part 2

Masterlist

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The Tale of Strangewood Manor (2) : The Past Owners

College Detectives!Avengers AU

Summary: Everyone begins to investigate into the past of Strangewood Manor

Pairings: None

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: very brief adult language

Mystery Club: @jbarness​

Saturday, Allertown, 8:30 am

You all found a nice little breakfast spot in the town at the base of the mountain where Strangewood Manor resided. The town itself had a population of maybe 100 people. The breakfast spot was a little small and the six of you had been squeezed into a booth in the corner. The townspeople kept their eyes on you all. You sat all the way inside the booth next to the window and drew the ring you lost in your notebook.

“I slept pretty well last night I have to admit,” Natasha said while flipping through the menu, “I should’ve expected only the best beds for Tony Stark,”

“Yeah, the threat count on those sheets is probably in the thousands,” Bucky guessed while rolling up the paper straw wrapper.

“Only you would know something like that,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Wanda then asked, “You’ve been drawing circles on that ring for like five minutes now,”

“Huh?” you lifted your head. At this point everyone was looking at you with concern. You rubbed your eyes,

“Uh...yeah, I just need some coffee,” you didn’t know if you wanted to tell everyone what happened earlier that morning. It was mainly because you didn’t know if it was all a dream or if it really happened.

“How did you sleep?” Wanda continued.

“I…uh… I don’t know,” you said monotonously and then rubbed your temples, “I think I slept walked last night,”

“Oh…I didn’t know you were a sleepwalker,” Steve commented.

“I’m not…I mean I’ve never done it before but…” you hesitated. You recalled Steve warning you about how biases might get in the way of an objective investigation. But it was just a dream so it shouldn’t matter right? Just then the waitress arrived at your stall,

“You kids ready to order?”

“Uh yeah, we’ll have coffee,” Bucky ordered for the table.

“A green tea for me please,” Wanda piped in.

“I’ll have the southwest omelet,” Steve said.

“I’ll have the corned beef hash,” Natasha said.

“The waffles platter with sausage and toast,” Sam added.

“I’ll uuuhh…have the hash browns with sunny side up eggs and bacon,” Bucky announced.

“Just the apple cinnamon oatmeal and English muffin for me,” Wanda said. Everyone then turned to you for your order.

“Y/N,” Sam nudged you from under the table.

“Huh? What?”

“What do you want hon?” the waitress asked.

“Oh! Sorry, I’ll have the uh…” you began flipping through the menu.

“She wants the banana foster French toast with a side of bacon,” Steve quickly ordered for you.

“Yeah, that one,” you nodded. The waitress nodded and then left.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know…”

“Obviously, something is wrong, Y/N. Ever since I found you outside that door you’ve been acting weird.” Bucky leaned back into his seat and sunk down a little. He raised his eyebrow at you.

“Spill,” Natasha demanded.

“Okay fine,” you sat up and adjusted yourself in your seat, “But remember this was probably just a dream.”

“Sure, sure, whatever,” Natasha said.

“I had a dream that…I walked down to one of the rooms in the other hallway. There was a mirror inside the room and it was empty other than the mirror and there’s this woman in the mirror and she like leans in and gives me this ring with an amethyst and she says…’set him free’. And then Bucky woke me up,”

“Set him free…” Wanda repeated.

“Did you watch any scary movies this week?” Sam asked. You shook your head.

“It’s just a dream guys,” Natasha shrugged.

“Right and dreams can be weird sometimes,” Steve nodded.

“But it’s weirdly specific to the house,” Bucky pointed out.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean anything,” Natasha argued. Just then the waitress came back with the coffees and Wanda’s tea. You all politely thanked her.

“You know that place is haunted right?” she told you all while placing the creamer on the table.

“We’ve heard,” Bucky said dismissively while sipping his black coffee.

“Then you should know to stay away from that place,” the woman shot back.

“We’re trying to get to the bottom of the mystery actually. We don’t think it’s haunted. There might be a regular person behind all of this.” Steve explained politely.

The woman chuckled, “It’s nice to dream, isn’t it?”

Before anyone could say anything, the woman walked away. Wanda then elbowed Bucky.

“Ow! What?”

“Maybe you should try being polite to people so when we interview them, they’ll actually answer.”

“I didn’t say anything rude!”

“You said it with attitude,” you pointed out.

“Everyone’s always ganging up on me,” Bucky pouted and drank the rest of his coffee.

“Okay let’s focus up,” Steve then sat up, “Today, we should investigate the grounds and familiarize ourselves with the place.”

“I can stay here and interview the locals to find out the history of the manor and why they think it’s haunted,” Wanda suggested.

“Good idea, Bucky you wanna stay with her?” Steve asked.

“Sure, why not,” Bucky shrugged.

“We can interview Clint to get more about the manor,” you suggested.

“Sam and I can search the rooms,” Natasha added.

“Great, we have a plan,” Steve nodded then sat back as the dishes arrived.

Saturday, Strangewood Manor, 10:45 am.

You and Steve walked the grounds of Strangewood Manor looking for Clint. The grounds were huge which made looking for Clint such an arduous task. You and Steve slowly strolled through the statue garden just behind the manor past the veranda. It looked like Tony was in the process of building a large pool in the middle of the statue garden, you observed. Steve grabbed your arm to ensure that you wouldn’t fall into the dug pit. After exploring the garden right behind the manor, you both began to explore the other areas in hopes on bumping into the groundskeeper. You both eventually made your way to the rose garden where you finally found Clint.

“Mr. Barton,” Steve greeted him.

“You can just call me Clint. Is there anything I can do for you?” Clint asked.

“We just wanted to know if you anything about the previous owner of the manor,” you said while pulling your notebook out to take notes.

“Oh sure…let me think,” Clint scratched his head and thought hard, “Dr. Stephen Strange was his name. I think he bought the house and change the name to Strangewood. He initially bought the house to stay in as a retreat. He got into some accident and came here to rest after his surgeries. I wasn’t the first groundskeeper for him though. I began working for him around seven years ago.”

“What was Dr. Strange like?” Steve asked.

“Oh well…he seemed normal. I didn’t interact with him much. He usually stayed in his library when he was here.”

“Is there a reason why he sold the house?” Steve followed up.

“Well…he didn’t really sell the house.” Clint answered.

“What does that mean? Are you saying Mr. Stark stole Strangewood Manor?” you asked while scribbling.

“Oh no, not at all, but uh…the bank came by. Apparently, Dr. Strange hadn’t been making payments so the manor got repossessed. Eventually Mr. Stark bought it and kept me on,”

“Do you have any idea as to why Dr. Strange just stopped making payments?”

“Not sure why but…well…” Clint hesitated.

“Anything information helps our investigation,” Steve reminded Clint.

“Well…there was a weird night at the manor around three years ago. It was about the time Dr. Strange stopped making payments.”

“What happened?”

“Well…I…I don’t know it’s going to sound crazy, but I was at the servant’s quarters in the basement of the manor. There was a thunderstorm that night, but I could swear there were flashes of light within the manor itself…I was half asleep so that might mean nothing, but I had a weird dream…or at least it felt like a dream. There’s a room in the basement that’s usually locked. But that night it was open. I peaked in out of curiosity, and I saw Dr. Strange with a dagger in his hand. There was a mirror in the middle of the room, and he was talking to it.”

“A mirror?” you repeated, “Was it like an ornate mirror with gold trimmings at the end? Like one that could stand by itself?”

“Yeah…how did you know?”

It was the mirror you saw in your own dream. Steve looked at you curiously.

“I…I had a dream too and the mirror was there. What did he say to the mirror?” you explained.

“I wasn’t sure, it sounded like it was in a different language.”

“What happened after that?”

“I don’t remember but I did see Dr. Strange walking around the manor in the morning which is why I think what I saw was just a dream. But then I stopped seeing him after that day.”

“In your dream did you see anything about a silver ring with an amethyst stone?” you then inquired.

“No, not really…”

“Okay and I see you’re the only employee here right now, did you meet any of the new staff that Mr. Stark sent here?” you followed up.

“Uh no…there hasn’t been any new staff that has come by. It’s just been me here,”

You paused and wrote Clint’s answer down then underlined it. You then turned to Steve and waited to see if he had any more questions. Seeing that you were done asking questions, Steve thanked Clint for his time and allowed him to go back to work. You both then started walking back to the house to search for more clues.

“You know something,” said Steve while putting his hands in his pockets.

“You know just as much as me,” you replied.

“No, I mean you underlined something in your notebook. You had a realization,” Steve sped ahead of you then turned to you and walked backwards, “What is it?”

“Don’t you remember the letter?”

“Enlighten me,”

“Mr. Stark said he wanted to get to the bottom of the mystery because the employees moving in were complaining about ghosts or something. But Clint just said that no one’s moved in at all,”

“Hmmm that is interesting…”

“So, who’s lying to us?” you pondered.

You and Steve decided to explore the manor on your own as well before regrouping. You both went to the room where Bucky had found you earlier. Steve quickly approached the room and reached for the doorknob. You remembered that the door was locked earlier and opened your mouth to warn him. To your surprise the door opened easily.

“Wait stop,” you said.

“What? Why?”

“That…that was locked earlier.”

“Are you sure?”

You paused. Maybe you were remembering wrong…You rubbed your forehead.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s open now,” Steve shrugged then opened the door fully. As you both looked it, you saw that the room was anything but empty. There were debris everywhere and black scorch marks surrounded all over the walls. It seemed that the room might have been an old music room as there was an old, burnt piano in the corner. There were also sheets of music on the floor and couches where people could sit and listen to music if they wanted.

“Jeez, what happened here?” Steve wondered as he looked all around. You looked at the floor for any sign of the ring that you had earlier. Steve began patting the walls to see if there were any hidden doors in the room. You didn’t find anything on the floor and began to focus on exploring the room. Towards the back of the room was a bookcase filled with music workbooks and other trinkets. You searched for the ring there once more. Steve slowly approached you and began touching the books. He wondered if there was a trigger mechanism in the bookshelf. Just then, the sound of music came from behind. You and Steve quickly turned around. The music quickly stopped as you both gazed at the piano. You two made eye contact briefly before returning to the bookshelf. You both chalked it up to your guys’ imagination. However, the moment you both looked away, the music began again. You immediately turned to the piano, but this time, the music didn’t stop playing. Soon you felt the temperature of the room rise. In the hallway you saw a figure pass by. You immediately grabbed Steve’s arm. He turned to you and put his hand over yours,

“You okay? You’re sweating,”

You felt Steve’s hand, but didn’t hear him speak. All you could hear was the music from the piano as the room began to feel hotter and hotter. Flames slowly engulfed the room. You felt panicked as the flames grew larger but stood frozen. The figure in the hallway came to the doorway. It was a man with a red cape, black hair with streaks of grey in it. He smiled and held out his hand to you. You then felt a hand grab your shoulder. Steve forced you to look at him,

“Y/N.”

Instantly, the room felt ambient, and the music stopped playing.

“Steve…” you muttered, “Did you see that?”

“I didn’t see anything, but you’re starting to worry me,”

“The piano and the man in the hallway!” you turned and pointed. Soon a figure emerged from the hallway like you said only this time it was Bucky.

“We’re back,” he told you guys, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I think though that Y/N didn’t get enough sleep last night and is hallucinating,” Steve frowned.

“Y/N, why don’t you take a nap?” Bucky suggested, “I mean we’re probably going to stay up late tonight and you’re gonna need some shut eye.”

You nodded and began walking towards Bucky almost in a trance like state. They were probably right. You only had three hours of sleep the night before and you were still spooked from your dream early. You headed towards the bedroom for a brief nap.

Saturday, Strangewood Manor 6:00 pm

That night, everyone had congregated in the living room to talk about what everyone learned that day. Sam and Natasha told everyone about the locked room on the ground floor. Natasha had tried opening it by herself but for some reason couldn’t. You and Steve told everyone about Clint’s dream and how someone was lying about new employees moving into the mansion. Bucky and Wanda had then informed everyone about the history of the mansion that was told to them by the townspeople.

According to the town, Strangewood Manor was originally called Zaganhurst Manor and belonged to a man named Laurence Laufeyson. He was apparently obsessed with the occult and some other worldly locations. He allegedly practiced a lot of mystical magic in the manor which charged it with occult energy. It made the manor into a prime spot for any magic, dark or otherwise. Laufeyson tried to open the portal to a different world through ritual sacrifices. In the end, he was successful in opening the portal, but got trapped inside. The souls of the sacrificed currently haunt the manor while the fate of Laufeyson still remain a mystery. Allegedly, he tries to break free from the other world.

“Okay so all of the current evidence points to ghosts,” Sam declared while glancing at his GoPro.

“Let’s not be hasty,” Natasha said, “Those are all wives tales so far. As for Clint or Mr. Stark, they might just be lying to protect some crime they did in the mansion.”

“Nat is right,” Steve agreed, “There’s no concrete proof. And what happened to Clint and even Y/N were just weird dreams,”

“Or they could be something more,” Wanda suggested.

“Okay so the people who really believe in magic and ghosts think it’s mystical and people who don’t believe in that stuff think there’s a logical reason behind it,” Steve observed, “Bucky, Y/N, thoughts?”

“Ehh…I don’t think it’s ghosts,” Bucky shrugged.

“I don’t think I can say anything…” you said, “I mean something weird happened to me,”

“But it was sleepwalking,” Natasha insisted.

“Was it? It just… felt so real…” you said while staring off into space. You recalled what happened early that morning. You remembered how cold the woman’s touch felt. You remembered the soft warmth of the light and the voices you heard. It felt too real to be just a dream.

“So we’re basically split in half on this,” Bucky pointed out.

“That might not be a bad thing,” Steve nodded, “It could balance out the opinions.”

“Okay well, I’m going to make some coffee,” Sam stood up, “Anyone wanna pull an all-nighter with me for ghost hunting activities?”

“Me,” you said while standing up. You needed to know if your dream was real or not.

“Don’t act like we weren’t all already planning to stay up to search for nighttime clues,” Natasha said, “So make me some coffee too,”

Saturday, Strangewood Manor, 6:45 pm

Everyone grabbed their personal GoPro and attached it to themselves in some way. Everyone also grabbed a walkie talkie to communicate with in case the ability to text was suddenly taken away.

“Okay, everyone pair up,” Steve announced as everyone finished prepping.

“Are we sticking with same pairs from earlier?” Bucky asked.

“No, please,” Natasha immediately answered, “I can’t handle Sam and his ghost stories anymore,”

“Well, I don’t need your negative energy,” Sam said, “Y/N do you wanna pair up?”

“Sure,” you shrugged.

“Nat?” Bucky asked.

“No way, I’ll pair up with Wanda,” she said and took Wanda by the arm.

“Looks like it’s you and me, buddy,” Steve smiled at Bucky and patted him in the shoulder, “Okay, if anything happens, just communicate, okay?” Steve reminded everyone before they separated.

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Part 1

Part 3

Masterlist

#marvel au #marvel fanfic #marvel imagines #collegedetective!avengers #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #wanda maximoff #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #avenger x reader #avenger imagines #averngers fanfic #alternate reality story #fictionalmemoirs #the tale of strangewood manor #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers imagine #sam wilson imagines #sam wilson fanfiction #wanda maximoff imagine #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff fanfic

[fictionalmemoirs]

Buckyvision Epilogue: The Best Reality Has Pancakes

Summary: A day in the life of you and Bucky after the events of reality jumping

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Thank you everyone for reading this series! I hope you enjoy this!

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Bucky woke up to the sounds of whispers and giggles. He knew what was coming but kept his eyes shut and pretended to sleep. Bucky smiled to himself as the whispers grew louder. He braced himself for what would happen next.

“Daddy! Wake up!” the children yelled while jumping on their father. Bucky immediately opened his eyes and acted flustered.

“Wha? What’s going on? I’m under attack!”

“Daddy!” a young boy laughed and shook him.

“Y/N, help! I’m being ambushed,” Bucky shook your shoulder as a younger girl climbed on top of him and started punching his chest lightly.

“You wanted them, you deal with them,” you replied groggily and pulled away.

“Okay, okay, I’m up, I’m up,” Bucky surrendered to his children.

“I want mommy,” the young boy replied and crawled to you. You slowly flipped to your back as the young Bucky pressed his head on your chest. You rubbed his back and kissed his forehead,

“Aw, you want mommy?”

“Me too!” the young girl crawled over her father and laid on you as well.

“How come mommy gets morning cuddles and I get attacked as a wake-up call?” Bucky pouted and slowly got up.

“They know who they popped out of,” you answered while kissing Stevie’s head and then gently stroking her hair.

“Well, I’m going to make pancakes,” Bucky announced, “Who wants to come with me?”

“Stevie!” the girl left you and went to the edge of your guys’ bed. She reached out to her dad. Bucky quickly picked her up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. In return Stevie had put her head on his chest.

“Bucky, what about you?” he looked to his son.

“I want mommy,” he repeated and cuddled closer to you.

“Ookay, I guess pancakes are just for dad and Stevie,” Bucky carried his daughter out to the kitchen. Approximately eight years had passed since you and Bucky had returned from your crazy adventure of jumping through realities. He had to admit that it was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him. In the span of those eight years, you and Bucky dated and eventually got married like most of the realities you had visited. It had been two years of marriage before you had gotten pregnant. Unlike the first alternate reality he had visited, you and Bucky ended up having a son first: James Buchanan Barnes the Fourth. It was easy for Bucky to convince you to name his own son after him. A mere two years after little Bucky, you had gotten pregnant once more. This time, it was the little girl that Bucky had been excited for: Ayo Stephanie “Stevie” Barnes. She didn’t look like the Stevie he previously knew. Her eyes and nose were more like his while her hair and lips and smile were definitely yours. But even so, with her birth, Bucky’s vision had been completed.

Eventually the young Bucky had left you to help make pancakes with his father and sister. You stayed in bed a little longer and enjoyed the sounds pans clanking and children laughing followed by the stern voice of their father. You let out a sigh of satisfaction before getting up and going to the kitchen. You peeked at your family and smiled. Bucky had his son in one arm while having the box of pancake mix in the other. Stevie was standing on the step stool and looked up at her father.

“Okay, Stevie, you’re going to help me measure out the ingredients, okay?” Bucky set down the pancake mix box on the counter and shifted little Bucky to his other arm.

“Oootay,” Stevie nodded and held the measuring cup tightly in her tiny hands.

“It says how many cups of flour?” Bucky asked while pointing to the number on the box, “What’s that number?”

“Two!” Stevie answered.

“Alright good job, can you scoop out two cups of flour?” Bucky then placed his son down, “Will you help your sister?”

“Yes,” the boy kindly answered and quickly aided his sister. Meanwhile Bucky went to the fridge to pull out the milk and eggs. As he saw you, he came to you and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. You had to admit it, fatherhood looked good on Bucky.

“Do we want to add something to our pancakes? Maybe some fruits?” Bucky suggested while looking inside the fridge.

“Chocolate chips!” Stevie said while sticking her hand in the flour.

“Stevie be careful!” her brother warned her and while grabbing her hand.

“I know how to do it!” she said while pulling her hand. This resulted in some flour spilling all around the countertop.

“Stevie, I told you!” little Bucky cried out.

“Daddy!” Stevie cried out sounding like she could cry.

“It’s okay,” you finally stepped in and picked up Stevie. You rubbed her back while handing the measuring cup to little Bucky, “Don’t worry, we’ll clean it up later,”

After a little more commotion, the chocolate chip pancakes were successfully made, and the children were ripping into it. Bucky had walked to the sink and began rinsing off his plate when you hugged him from behind. You pressed the side of your head against his back and watched as little Bucky added more pancakes to his sister’s plate. After breakfast, the children requested to be taken to the park which you and Bucky both accepted. As the kids ran around the playground, you rested your head on Bucky’s shoulder while watching from a nearby bench. He wrapped his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder gently.

“By the way, there’s an open house next week at little Bucky’s school,”

“What is that? Do I need to be there?”

“It’s just a night where parents can go see their kid’s classroom and school. It would be nice if you went with us,”

“What day is it?”

“On Thursday,”

“Alright, I’ll try to be there,” Bucky agreed. He would try but missions with Sam weren’t always on a set schedule. If there was an emergency, he would have to go and…save the world, he supposed. Meanwhile you kept your eye on Stevie who was running around behind her older brother. You did however notice that Stevie was getting crankier by the minute. She probably needed a nap soon, you thought. It was funny that you never thought about yourself as a mother but now that you were one, you couldn’t imagine a life without your children. In fact, you wanted one more but didn’t quite know how to break it to Bucky. Just then, Stevie started crying which led to her brother leading his sister to you and Bucky. You smiled and picked Stevie up knowing exactly why she was crying. Bucky looked more concerned. Even though this was his second child already, he still couldn’t distinguish the cry due injury from the cry due to tiredness or even the cry due to hunger. He assumed the worst in every situation. You hushed Stevie and began rocking back and forth. Her cries soon stopped, and she stared off into space.

“Do you need me to take over?” Bucky whispered as he reached for Stevie’s leg and gently stroked it to comfort her.

“I got it, don’t worry. Someone just needs a nap. Bucky are you feeling tired?”

Young Bucky shook his head.

“Do you want to keep playing?” You followed up.

“Can I?”

“Yes, we’ll just be here,” you said.

“We just have to be home by two,” his dad said.

“Okay! I’ll be done soon!” young Bucky ran back to the playground.

After twenty more minutes of playtime, young Bucky was ready to go back home. Stevie had already fallen asleep, and you had put her the stroller. You pushed her on your journey back home. Meanwhile Bucky held his son’s hand as they walked home.

“Did you have fun?” Bucky asked his son.

“Yeah! Can we go back tomorrow?”

“Uh…maybe,” Bucky answered.

“Daddy…?” young Bucky stared at his father’s metal hand.

“Yeah bud?”

“When am I gonna get an arm like yours?”

Bucky let out a small laugh, “Hopefully never,”

“Why? I want an arm like daddy’s!”

Bucky let out a louder chuckle, “Oh yeah? Why would you want an arm like daddy’s?”

“Because! It’s super strong! And it looks so cool!”

“And what would you do with a super strong arm?”

“I’d pick up mommy and Stevie and daddy and give them a big hug!” he said while jumping up and squeezing his dad’s metal arm.

“You don’t need to be super strong to do all that,” Bucky pointed out while grinning from ear to ear. It was true that if Bucky’s super soldier genes had someone gotten passed onto little Bucky, the kid wouldn’t need a metal arm to do strong things. But whether or not super soldier genes could be inherited remained a mystery. Bucky had hoped it would stay with him. Still, you and Bucky had your suspicions that the super soldier genes had been passed on every now and then when young Bucky would accidentally break things easily in your house.

“But…I want one to be like daddy…”

Bucky’s heart had become a puddle at this point.

“We can ask Aunt Shuri if she can make one for you, how about that?” Bucky offered.

“Okay! I can be just like daddy!” the young boy rejoiced the whole way home.

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That night, Bucky had put the children to bed while you cleaned up in the kitchen. As you finished washing the last dish, Bucky had entered the kitchen. He gave you a loving look before coming up to you and squeezing you tightly. He slowly guided you to the countertop before picking you up and placing you on top of the surface. He kissed your lips lightly.

“You know today is a special day,” he said.

“Is it?” you asked while thinking about what that day was. It wasn’t anywhere near your guys’ anniversary, and it certainly wasn’t any of the kids’ birthdays.

“Don’t you remember?”

“Are you possibly thinking of another family?” you teased.

“No, how could you even suggest that after how many years together?” Bucky lightly flicked your forehead.

“I don’t know, maybe you had a strange dream,”

“It’s the anniversary of when we traveled to a different reality,” he explained.

“Oooh…is that why you made pancakes this morning?”

Bucky nodded and hugged you. He buried his face in your neck while you rubbed his back gently. Bucky deeply regretted not being able to make pancakes for that Stevie, so he vowed to make pancakes for his family on that day since. He still remembered the way she cried when he didn’t pick her up. You then slowly pulled away and looked at Bucky in the eyes.

“Which reality did you like best?” you then asked.

“This one,”

“Really? Not the one with Steve?”

“Nope, this is the best. It has pancakes and my family,” he paused for a moment. He thought about all the realities he had been to. No matter how he looked at it, this one was where he wanted to be in. You looked up at Bucky curiously and searched his eyes for a clue about what he was thinking. Bucky realized that you were staring and that he had been quiet for a while. He then smiled and joked, “I’m from a different reality,”

You cupped his face then told him, “I hope you enjoy your visit,” before leaning in to kiss him.

“Oh thank you, please take good care of me while I’m here,” Bucky picked you up easily and carried you to the bedroom.

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Part 9

Masterlist

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky fanfic #tfatws fic #the falcon and the winter solider fic #the winter soldier imagines #bucky barnes imagines #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #marvel fanfic #winter soldier fic #buckyvision #fictionalmemoirs #dad!bucky #dad!bucky x reader

[fictionalmemoirs]

I dont want buckyvision to end 😭😭😭 its so cute and by far one of the best fics i have read!!

I'm sooorrry 😭 !! But if it's any consolation, I'm planning on adding mini-parts in between so it technically doesn't have to end.

[fictionalmemoirs]

Buckyvision Part 9: The Way Back Home

Summary: You and Bucky finally find a way back to your reality

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.5k

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Since the visiting Dr. Strange, a month and a half had officially passed. You were getting more and more antsy about staying in the reality as the due date for the baby came closer. Bucky on the other hand had assimilated completely to the reality. He had even gone on a mission with Sam which you tried to dissuade him from, but he didn’t listen. He argued that continuing the routine of this life was important for keeping the stability of the reality. You were upset but ultimately let him go. Soon you and Bucky had gotten used to the married life. You guys had even gotten into simple domestic spats like regular married couples would.

“I just don’t think we should be painting the baby’s room yellow,” you told Bucky.

“But it’s a happy color! If the baby sees it, then she will be a happy baby,” Bucky argued.

“That’s not necessarily true and I don’t like the color. So happy wife, happy life, Bucky,” you shot back.

“Can’t I have just this one?” Bucky pushed back, “You get to choose the name and all the other things, but you won’t let me choose the room color? It’s my baby too, you know.”

“I don’t like it.” you firmly said.

“Well, let me name her Stevie and I’ll let you choose the room color,”

“Not this again,” you rubbed your temples.

“Come on, Y/N, give me the name. How much do you hate this color?”

“Are you doing this on purpose so you can name our child Stevie?”

“Maybe...”

"Why are you obsessed with that name?”

"Because of little Stevie.”

“In a different reality that’s not this one. Why can’t we have our own daughter without naming her after another little girl?” You inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. The baby had begun kicking which suggested that you were getting too worked up. Bucky noticed this and walked to you to rub your back.

“You know, it doesn’t matter,” Bucky then told you, “I’ll love her whatever her name is. We can pick the color you want,”

“No... that’s not fair of me,” you admitted and rubbed his shoulder gently, “Let’s have Stevie as her middle name so you can keep calling her that. But until then...I’m going to go sit down. My back is killing me.”

Bucky smiled and watched you walk away, “Okay, I love you,”

“She didn’t say I love you back,” a voice from beside him said. Bucky immediately turned and took a step back in surprise of Wong showing up out of nowhere.

“What the—what are you doing here?”

“It’s time to come. Dr. Strange found your universe,”

“Wha—? Right now?”

“Unless you want to wait longer? Although Dr. Strange probably won’t be able to hold the dimensional door for much longer.”

“Right, let’s go,” Bucky rushed to you. As Bucky approached, you noticed Wong right behind him. You stood up,

“What is it?”

“He found it, we have to go,” Bucky whispered.

Wong opened dimensional door where you saw Dr. Strange standing on the other side. Bucky helped you to the other side.

“Here,” Dr. Strange gestured to the door. As you and Bucky looked in, you saw your bodies, unconscious in what looked like a hospital. You then saw Wanda turn to you guys in the portal. Dr. Strange gave her a nod. She nodded in return and turned to your unconscious bodies.

“You have to wait until Wanda hits your guys’ bodies in your own reality. This should open up a portal in this reality. I’ll try to merge the doors so that you can return to your bodies.” Dr. Strange explained. You and Bucky nodded as he explained. You all watched carefully as Wanda blasted your bodies with her powers. As Dr. Strange predicted, a red rip had formed. Wong had stood on one end of the red rip and magicked it to open more. As the red rip opened, you all got a glimpse into the next reality. In that reality, you saw Bucky and you sitting on the living room couch, comfortably watching tv. Bucky had a head band with cat ears on while having what looked like face cream on. From the back you saw Sam walk in. He also had a head band and face cream on.

Soon the red rip started moving. Bucky pulled you away from it and made space for Dr. Strange to move his dimensional door. Dr. Strange and Wong let out grunts as they pushed the doors together. As soon as the two doors met, sparks of red electricity flew around the room. Bucky immediately pressed your head to his chest and shielded you from the red sparks of electricity. A strong wind began moving through the room as the two doors melded into one another.

“Alright! Hurry in!” you both heard Dr. Strange yell as he and Wong completely fused the two doors.

“Thank you so much!” you called out to him before walking to the door and entering with Bucky right behind you.

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As you and Bucky entered the portal, you guys had found yourselves in a different dimension. This was a new experience as you both usually just woke up in the next reality. However, you guys were floating in between two portals. One portal had Dr. Strange and Wong and on the other side was Wanda with your guys’ bodies in your original reality. The journey felt simple enough, but somehow you both were suspended in the middle. You supposed it was because you and Bucky were technically two consciousnesses without bodies. You looked towards your body and began moving towards it. You couldn’t wait to be back in your original and non-pregnant body. You tried to think about what you would do first. You probably wanted to go back to your apartment and just revel in the fact that you were back in your own reality. You thought about how you wouldn’t have to deal with any instable worlds or red rips. You felt a wave of relief. You could just live again. As you pushed forward, you heard Bucky call out,

“Y/N!”

You turned to see him drifting back towards Dr. Strange and Wong.

“James!” you held your hand out and tried to reach for him. He kept floating backwards.

“What’s happening? Why am I not moving forward?” Bucky asked in a panicked state.

“I don’t know! But stop moving!”

Bucky turned to Dr. Strange to see if he would call out any advice but Dr. Strange said nothing and just watched through the open portal. Bucky turned back to you and reached his hand out. He was almost back home with you, why did this have to happen? He watched as you moved towards Wanda. Your outreached hand drifted farther and farther away. Initially, he was thinking about how he was a little sad about leaving such a nice reality that you and he had been inhabiting for the past month and a half. He was really excited about the baby and loved how domestic you two had become. Bucky really didn’t want things to change. Everything would’ve been perfect if the world wasn’t doomed to become unstable the longer you both stayed. But as he floated away from you, he realized that he would technically lose you if he didn’t go back to his reality with you. He didn’t want that. He wanted to be in whatever reality you were in. He stopped caring about the pregnancy and the home you two built in the past reality. Because technically he could have all those things with you in your reality too. The added benefit was that he would be able to actually witness and take part in making a new home with you. All of a sudden, he stopped moving.

You noticed that Bucky had stopped moving altogether. But before you could do anything, you then heard Wanda’s voice calling to you. You turned back to the portal and saw Wanda getting closer. You began to feel warmer and the sounds of people talking and moving filled your ears. You then heard a light beeping sound. You looked back at Bucky once more before being enveloped by a red, bright, shining light. His silhouette slowly disappeared.

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Your eyes snapped open, and you found yourself in a hospital bed with Wanda hovering over you. She looked concerned and happy at the same time. You slowly inched your hand to your stomach. It was now flat. And your back didn’t hurt...although you couldn’t really feel much of your body in all honesty.

“Y/N?” she asked.

“Wanda? What happened?” you asked in a raspy voice. Your throat had felt so dry. You tried to slowly sit up. Wanda immediately helped you sit up straight and adjusted your pillows. She hugged you tightly before answering,

“You blasted me, and I hit the brick wall. I got knocked out but when I woke up, you and Bucky were passed out. So, I brought you guys here,”

“How long has it been?”

“Almost six months. I was really worried about you guys but then Dr. Strange showed up out of the blue looking like a specter. I think I was the only one who could see him, and he told me everything. What happened to you guys?”

“We were jumping through different realities,” you explained while rubbing your forehead, “Could I have some water?”

“Oh sure of course,”

After your water, you looked to Bucky and saw that his body was glowing with that scarlet aura. As you and Wanda spoke about what you considered your misadventures, you noticed that Bucky hadn’t woken up yet. You tried to move from the bed towards Bucky but found that your legs were still numb.

“Why isn’t he back yet? D-Did the portal close you think?” you asked Wanda.

“It shouldn’t have…” Wanda said, “He’s still glowing so…maybe he’s trapped in between dimensions?”

“He stopped moving backwards,” you told Wanda as if she would understand, “Could I…just sit next to him?”

“Sure,” Wanda helped you out of your bed. Apparently, not using your limbs for six months had taken a toll on your mobility. Although your arms and hands had gotten back some feeling, your lower extremities took longer to adjust. As you tried to stand, you immediately collapsed into Wanda’s arms.

“Yeah, you guys might need some physical therapy after this,” she said while ushering you to Bucky’s bed. You sat on the bed and gently cupped Bucky’s face. Tears came to your eyes. It wasn’t fair, you thought. You were finally going to be with Bucky in your own reality and then this had to happen.

“Come back James,” you whispered to him, “Don’t this to me…”

You brushed his hair back and took a good look at him. It was weird that the face you had been seeing almost everyday looked so differently now. His hair was longer, and he had a beard. You searched his face for any sign of movement. Why was it taking him so long? You then saw the red aura surrounding Bucky flare up. You sat back and watched the aura get larger and envelope you. You turned to Wanda who also looked lost. She stepped closer as the aura began to surround the room. The lights in the room began to flicker as a gust wind began swirl around the room. You turned back to Bucky. You noticed his face twitch and his eyes move behind his eyelids. The red aura gave one last flare and then receded back into Bucky. You stared at him and waited for any sign of movement. Was that it? Did the portal close? Was he lost forever? All of a sudden, Bucky’s eyes opened as he inhaled deeply. You let out a sigh of relief and hugged him tightly. His arms slowly enveloped you. You both had made it back officially.

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It turned out that Wanda was right about physical therapy. For a couple of weeks, you and Bucky had stayed to get your limbs working properly. The minute you guys were discharged however, you were excited to go back to your apartment. As you guys walked out of the hospital, Bucky wrapped his arm around your shoulder,

“So what are you doing tonight?”

“I’m going to go home and take a nice warm bath,” you said while pushing Bucky off.

“Sounds nice, but what if I take you out to a nice dinner tonight?” he offered.

“Aren’t you sick and tired of being around me? We’ve seen each other every minute of every day for the past three weeks,”

“I could never get tired of you, doll,” he said while pulling you close again, “In fact, I miss you already,”

You made a gagging noise, “Who knew you were so needy?”

“Why don’t you move back in with me,”

“Don’t you think we’re moving too fast?”

“Sweetheart, we were married and expecting a child.”

“That was in that reality. In this reality, we’re not even dating,”

“Well I’m trying to fix that but you won’t go out with me tonight,” he pointed out and smirked at you. You rolled your eyes,

“Can’t I have one night to myself?”

“Fine, fine, but tomorrow you’re mine,” he told you while kissing your forehead. You nodded and began to walk in a different direction to go back home.

That night, you sat in your own living room while watching TV. The apartment that you so cherished felt so empty all of a sudden. There was no Bucky who would trudge around the apartment making noises in the kitchen or wherever he was. There wasn’t even a baby living inside you. You were completely alone. A wave of melancholy filled you. You looked at your phone and thought about calling Bucky when you heard a knock on your door. You slowly walked to the door opened it slowly. On the other side was Bucky with a bag of food in his hands.

“I know you wanted a night to yourself, but I couldn’t stay away,” he explained while giving you an embarrassed smile. You smiled back,

“I must be crazy because I started missing you too,” you let him in, “This doesn’t count as a date though,”

“Of course not, this is just us…being at home together,” He said while walking past you to put the food on your coffee table. He then turned to you and opened his arms. You quickly ran to him and hugged him tightly. He kissed your forehead once more.

“Don’t worry doll, I’ve got it all planned out. I have a vision, you see,” he informed you.

“Are you going to tell me about this Bucky vision of yours or are you going to just surprise me?”

“I’m just gonna surprise you. It’ll be better that way,” he looked at you lovingly. You slowly lifted yourself up to kiss him. It was good to finally be home.

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Part 8

Epilogue

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[fictionalmemoirs]

The Howling 107th

Summary: Bucky gets introduced to a band that is based on the Howling Commandos and is smitten with one of the band members.

Pairings: Bucky x Rockstar!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None

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Bucky wasn’t really excited for Sam’s surprise for him when he found out it was taking place as a seedy bar just on the outskirts of Washington D.C. The bar was not only seedy but also filled with ridiculously young people. Although some could argue that most people that Bucky met was ridiculously young considering his age. Sam assured him however that the surprise wasn’t the bar itself, but the band that was playing. As they entered, they were handed a flyer and Bucky was finally able to see the name of the band: The Howling 107th. Bucky looked at Sam curiously. Sam on the other hand gave a large grin.

“What is it?” Bucky asked as Sam pulled Bucky to the bar.

“It’s a rock band dedicated to the Howling Commandos. Well…at least that’s what I was told,” Sam explained then ordered two beers.

“A rock band dedicated to…the Howling Commandos?” Bucky repeated, “That’s stupid,”

“Come on Bucky you need to explore newer music anyway. I thought this would be something fun for you. I hear they even have costumes and names dedicated to you guys,”

“That feels like a bit too much. Besides what are they going to write about? World War II? I’m sure that’s really appealing to kids these day,” Bucky rolled his eyes and took the beer than Sam gave him.

“Well, they do have a song called Punch Nazis and I think it’s still relevant. Just give them a chance, will you?” Sam said and shook Bucky’s shoulder.

“I mean, I’m here, aren’t I?” Bucky pointed out.

“I’m sure you’ll love them,”

Bucky raised his eyebrows in disbelief and nodded. He was a little annoyed that Sam thought he would automatically like something like this. It actually just made him feel like shit because it reminded him of a time long gone. A time where he was actually on the side of right and wasn’t an ex-assassin with sins to repay. Soon, a small crowd had formed in front of the wooden stage of the bar. The lights dimmed and the band came out. Bucky watched the silhouettes of the band members as they took their places on stage. Then the stage lights and revealed the band. The crowd gave a small cheer to greet them. Sam wasn’t wrong about the costumes dedicated to the Howling Commandos. On the front was presumably the lead singer and guitarist. The man was wearing a white and blue striped button down that looked faded and dirty with a dark red leather vest. On the back of the vest was a silver star. He also had on dark ripped jeans with three leather belts on his waist and black boots. He had dirty blonde hair that may or may not have been natural. He was probably the one who represented Steve. Beside the main singer was another man with a guitar. His get-up was much simpler: a camo jacket with patches on it and regular jeans. He did however wear a red beret. Maybe he was Montgomery? Behind them was black female drummer with twin red tipped afro puffs and she wore a black leather vest. Most likely Gabe. She smiled as she adjusted her earpiece. She then looked to the side of the stage and gestured for someone to come. In a flash, you jumped in with your bass guitar. You wore a blue jacket that looked very familiar to Bucky because it looked just like his. He assumed that your stage presence was based on him. You kicked some chords out of the way with your black boots and picked one up. You plugged it into your bass and gave a thumbs up. The main singer then nodded and grabbed the microphone,

“Good evening Nitro Punk! Are you guys ready to rock?” he yelled out.

The crowd gave a scream of excitement. Bucky sat back and crossed him arms. He was now curious as to how good you guys actually were. Then the drummer called out while hitting her sticks together,

“ONE TWO THREE FOUR!”

Soon a guitar riff resounded through the room as you guys began your first song. For the first few verses, only Steve and the Montgomery guy was singing. However, the minute you jumped into the song he found himself absolutely smitten. When you hit the high notes when you harmonized with the lead singer it took his breath away. It just added a different dimension to the song. It was almost angelic. He felt pretty proud that someone as talented as you would decide to represent him. He didn’t know how to describe it since it definitely wasn’t love at first sight. Maybe it was love at first sound but either way, he couldn’t stop looking at you when you sang.  He felt that every wink and lip bite you gave to the audience was directly target at him. Even the glare that you would give the audience periodically took his breath away. As the band kept playing, Bucky stood up and got closer at each song. Sam stayed back and watched in amusement.

All throughout the show you felt like you were on fire. You guys sounded really good tonight, you thought. It was true that the venue was smaller than your guys’ usual gig, but the energy was still high. The flashing lights gave you small glimpses of the crowd. As the blue light flashed on, you saw a bright face in the audience. He looked older than the kids around him, but you knew exactly who it was. You only saw pictures of him and heard about him on the news, but there he was: Bucky Barnes. He was there and he was staring at you with his mouth open. You couldn’t help but stare at him as you rocked back and forth to your guys’ song. When you were told that Bucky would be in the audience tonight, you didn’t really believe it. But seeing in through the flashes of light, really energized you. You wanted to show off and prove to him that you were worthy of his name.

“Alright, our final song tonight, was written by our own Bucky,” the lead singer said. This earned a couple of “woos” from the crowd and Bucky was sure that at least one of the voices was Sam. Nevertheless, Bucky’s face lit up when he confirmed that you two shared a name, even if it was just a stage name. As you grabbed the mic, you looked at Bucky who was still staring at you in the crowd. You smiled and pointed at him,

“This one’s for that man right there,”

Everyone turned their attention to Bucky and for once in his life, he didn’t mind because he knew you were looking at him and acknowledged his existence. The riff of your song began playing and right before you sang, you winked at him.

“Hoooowl!” you yelled then sang,

Am I the hero or have I become the villain of my own story?

Spending days fighting for something bigger, and I just kept pulling the trigger.

But have my sins caught up? I keep running but get nowhere.

But what have I become now? But what have I become now?

I spend the days lost and dazed there’s nothing left to do but

HOOOOWL!!

You left me no choice! I’m fighting back with a

— you moved your head to the three strong beats of the drums before singing out—

HOOOOWL!!

Bucky stared at you in awe as the song filled his body. How did you somehow write a song about something he had felt so privately? Bucky looked around and saw the people surrounding him screaming the lyrics while raising their fists in the air. They too could relate to the song that you were singing. For the first time in a while, Bucky didn’t feel alone.

A hero fighting for me, now I’m the one in control.

Won’t be the monster under their bed; it’s time they pay the toll.

There’s no more time for prayers, I don’t have time to despair.

This is what I am now, this is what I am now.

I spend the days lost and dazed there’s nothing left to do but

HOOOOWL!!

You left me no choice! I’m fighting back with a

HOOOOWL!!

A big instrumental break then took place. You swung your bass to the front and began playing. With each strum, you stomped your feet to add some power to your song. You then began jumping up and down and encouraged the crowd to do so as well. Bucky felt his head bopping to the drums. Before he knew it, he was jumping up and down with the crowd and lifting his fist up as well. You then swung the bass guitar behind you once more and pulled the microphone close to your mouth,

Bring out the claws! Bring out the claws!

I won’t be tamed; I won’t be tamed!

You lost control; I’m in control.

HOOOOOWL! HOOOOOOOWL!

I spend the days lost and dazed there’s nothing left to do but

HOOOOWL!!

You left me no choice! I’m fighting back with a

HOOOOWL!!

“HOOOOOOWL!” Bucky found himself singing along to you along with the crowd. He felt free and all he wanted to do was howl. At the end of your song, you let out a real howl and as the drummer hit the last three beats, the lights shut off completely. The crowd cheered. Once the lights came back on, you and the band waved to everyone. You stepped backwards to let your lead singer take charge once more.

“THANK YOU and GOOD NIGHT!” he called out as you all exited the stage. As the people continued to cheer, Bucky rushed to Sam.

“So did you like them?” he asked Bucky.

“I gotta meet them,” he answered. Sam nodded and smiled,

“I thought you might say that. So, follow me,”

Sam stood up from his chair and began moving towards the stage. He led Bucky down a small hallway that seemed like it would lead to the bathroom. However, the hallway led to a descending staircase that had a guard at the bottom. Sam quickly whispered to the bodyguard and nodded to Bucky. The bodyguard only nodded and let the two men in. A woman then came to meet the both of you,

“Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, it’s an honor,” she held out her hand. Sam took her hand and shook it.

“Bucky, this is Lisa Stomber, she’s the band’s manager.” Sam explained.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Bucky said then shook her hand.

“The band is just taking a quick five and will be ready to meet you guys soon,” she said, “Do you guys want some merchandise?”

“Oh no, I-I couldn’t. I mean I saw the line outside that would just be unfair,” Bucky refused.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. Afterall, the band isn’t named after them. You get some kind of royalty this way,” she then led Bucky to a bunch of boxes that contained, shirts, posters and other band merchandise. Sam laughed at Bucky since he looked like an excited child in a candy store. He nodded profusely as Lisa told him the history of the band. Soon, the lead singer of the band had come out,

“Lisa, we’re ready,” he then noticed Sam and Bucky, “Oh! Woah! Hey! It’s an honor to meet you both!”

Sam shook his hand, “You guys were really great, so the feeling is mutual,”

The lead singer then turned to Bucky who shook his hand enthusiastically, “I probably don’t live up to Steve’s name, but uh…I’m the lead singer, Steve but uh you can call me by my real name, Lucas.

“No, no don’t even worry about it, Steve could never sing so if he heard you guys, he’d be blown away,” Bucky reassured him.

“Hah, thanks! Hey, if you want, we can sign a poster for you,”

“That would be great,” Bucky said.

“Alright, let them meet the rest of the band,” Lisa interrupted, “I’m sure Sergeant Barnes would love to meet our own Bucky,”

“Of course, of course,” Lucas said then led Sam and Bucky to the green room.

As soon as Bucky and Sam stepped into the room, the room became quiet. Bucky was swarmed by everyone in the band but you. You smiled and waited, knowing that you would eventually get your turn. You also didn’t mind waiting because in truth, it was terrifying to meet the source of your moniker. What if he hated that you’re basically stealing his identity? What if he was going to tell you to stop being who you were? You tried to strum the nervousness away with your bass. Meanwhile you kept watching as Bucky nodded and shook everyone’s hand and told them how good they were. They each explained who they were and asked about the person they each represented. After the initial commotion, everyone turned their attention to Sam and let the two Buckys meet.

“Hey,” he said while approaching you slowly. God, you were prettier up close. You gently put the bass guitar down and stood up,

“You don’t need to introduce yourself to me,” you held out your hand. Bucky shook it enthusiastically. As you both made contact, you felt electricity flow through your bodies. Bucky was even better looking in person compared to the pictures in the museum or textbooks. Even though, Bucky looked older, there was still some boyish charm in him from the old days. For a solid minute, you both just stared at each other while holding hands.

“Why’d you choose me?” he immediately asked after pulling his hand away.

“Honestly? Because you were the hottest one,” you chuckled while looking away. You turned red and wiped the sweat from your forehead. Bucky let out a soft laugh and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. It had been a while since he heard a compliment like that.

“I wish I had a better reason,” you admitted and gave another nervous then covered your face in shame. You rambled, “I must come off as really shallow to you. Oh man, this is so embarrassing. I should’ve lied shouldn’t I?”

“Hey, don’t even worry about it,” Bucky smiled and put his hand on your shoulder. He wasn’t offended at all, but he didn’t know how to comfort you. Bucky found that you weren’t like your stage persona at all. You were sensitive and shy even though on stage, you appeared to be so confident. After a while you let out an exhale and looked up from your hands. Bucky then looked at you very seriously and whispered,

“Your song was amazing…I mean…like it really spoke to me. I had these feelings deep inside but you…you put it into words! Like wow! You’re amazing…”

“Oh my g— you’re so nice. Thank you,” you began to tear up. You gave another nervous laugh as you wiped your tears away. This was the first time a fan had complimented your work directly. It was usually to the whole band or Lucas, but this praise was all for you.

“I’m sorry. I swear I’m not a crybaby but just…I’m glad it spoke to you,” you sniffled then smiled at Bucky.

“Can I ask? How did you know…? Or at least…what made you write the song like that?”

“Oh…uh…I heard on the news that you were pardoned. So, I guessed you probably did something really bad and then I saw you as this kind of fallen hero,” you explained in one breath. Bucky just kept nodding. You then continued to explain your thinking process, “But you helped Sam as Captain America so you’re probably trying to redeem yourself. I thought about the internal conflict about who you were and who you want to be. And like that must be really frustrating? And if I were you, then I would just want to scream. So, I kind of wrote it thinking about those things,”

“Yes, yes...wow…” Bucky looked at you in even more awe. It was amazing how a total stranger just somehow understood him. The way you smiled shyly, embedded Cupid’s arrow even deeper into his heart. He then asked suddenly, “Can I get your number?”

“Yes!” you answered a little too quickly then tried to play it cool, “I mean… yeah sure. Why not? We’re both Bucky after all, right?”

You held out your hand. Bucky quickly handed you, his phone. While inputting your number you asked, “Is it okay if I ask to interview you for more song inspirations?”

“Definitely,” Bucky grinned, “I mean if you’re free tomorrow we could meet up,”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you grinned.

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[fictionalmemoirs]

Buckyvision Part 8: Forgiven

Summary: Bucky meets his alternate reality in-laws which endears him to you.

Pairings: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: fluff maybe?

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Bucky couldn’t sleep properly the night before your parents came to visit. He couldn’t stop thinking about whether or not your parents would like him. Did your parents even approve of you marrying a man older than them? Did you parents know he used to be an assassin? Did they secretly hate him? These thoughts kept him up. Overall, he probably got three hours of sleep before you woke up to get ready for the day. He stayed in bed a little longer as you prepared for your parents, but he had officially gotten up an hour after you.

“You look horrible,” you stated while staring at the bags that formed under his eyes.

“That’s not helping me,” Bucky snapped at you while drinking coffee. It was the first time he had snapped at you since meeting in a different reality. You could tell he was really panicked that way.

“Why are you so stressed out about my parents?”

“What if they hate me?”

“Does it matter? You won’t have to live with them forever. Besides, my mom sounded like she liked you when I was talking on the phone with her last night.”

“What are your parents’ names? Or do I call them mom and dad?”

“Honey, calm down,” you said while cupping his face.

“Honey, huh?” Bucky grinned. You let go of his face and blushed.

“Well…if my parents are coming to visit, I want them to see that their daughter is happy in her marriage… so yes…I will be more affectionate today…For my parents,”

“Hey, I’m not complaining. I was just surprised…besides, I’m not the one against pet names…sweetheart,”

You frowned and commanded, “Well save some coffee for my parents,”

“Of course. Anything for your parents, doll,” Bucky smugly said while strutting out of the kitchen. You rolled your eyes. Oh, now he was relaxed. Eventually, Bucky had fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for your parents. Once your guys’ doorbell rang, Bucky sprang awake on the couch.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it,” you called out and went to the door. As you opened the door, your mom burst in,

“Hi sweetie! Oh, my goodness look how big you’ve gotten,”

“Hi mom,” you hugged and kissed your mom. You tried to reach for one of the many bags in your mom’s hands, but she pulled away.

“Don’t be silly! Don’t carry these,” she pushed through you. You then watched As Bucky emerged and grabbed the items from your mom’s hands.

“Hey…ma’am,” he awkwardly greeted her.

“Oh James, you look terrible!” your mom commented while hugging and kissing his cheek. James was a bit too formal for Bucky. He feared that he and your mom didn’t have a very good relationship.

“I was too excited for your guys’ visit and couldn’t sleep last night,” he joked.

“Oh aren’t you sweet?” your mom laughed and guided Bucky to the kitchen. Meanwhile your dad had come in and closed the door behind him.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said while opening his arms. You immediately hugged and kissed your dad. You hadn’t seen them for what felt like an eternity while jumping through all these realities. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder while you both walked to the living room.

“You’re practically glowing. It reminds me of when your mother was pregnant with you,” he commented while kissing your temple, “I think it’s because it’s a girl. You just glow more when you’re pregnant with a girl.”

“Is that right?” you asked, surprised.

“Is what right?” Bucky asked as he walked into the living room. He looked at your dad nervously and gulped as he approached.

“Dad says women glow more when they’re pregnant with girls,”

“Oh, I believe it,” Bucky said then stuck his hand out, “Hello, sir,”

“Sir?” your dad raised an eyebrow suspiciously. Bucky looked like a deer in headlights and began to sweat profusely.

“I didn’t know we were back to ‘sir’. Have you done anything wrong Bucky? Are you two fighting?”

“N—no sir! I swear, Y/N and I are not fighting. I love your daughter very much and I would never hurt her.”

Your dad looked at you for confirmation. You nodded to let him know that Bucky wasn’t lying.

“Well in that case, let’s go back to calling me dad, huh?” your dad said while grabbing Bucky’s hand and pulling him in for a hug.

“Y-yeah! Of course…dad,” Bucky nervously said. Once he had uttered the word dad, however, his whole face had lit up. Your dad continued to the kitchen while Bucky came to you for a small aside.

“Did you hear that? Dad! He likes me! They like me!” he whispered excitedly. You smiled and nodded. You had never seen him so excited before. It was adorable.

“Oh, mom! Let me take care of that,” Bucky then called out and walked into the kitchen. You observed your now family from the hallway. You had never seen Bucky smile so much before in your life. When he used smile, there was an air of smugness or sarcasm in it. The smile he had while talking to your parents was out of pure joy. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, it was a beautiful sight to see. In that moment, any resentment or anger you held against Bucky had faded away. All you wanted was exactly what this reality had offered. You finally understood why Bucky refused to jump through anymore realities. Once the perfect reality had presented itself, it was hard to gamble it all away.

“Are you making sure she’s eating alright?” you heard your mom inquire.

“Oh of course, you know she’s usually the one who doesn’t follow doctor’s orders,” Bucky gossiped with your mom. Jeez, how was Bucky so good at blending into every reality he visited?

“Oh don’t I know it? She’s so stubborn, even as a kid. I honestly don’t know where she gets it from,”

“Are you bad mouthing me to my own mother?” you walked in. Bucky immediately shut his mouth and hid behind your mother. She could only chuckle,

“Oh it’s out of love,”

“Bucky why don’t you and dad go to the living room and watch TV?” you suggested.

“No, I’m helping mom make brunch. Why don’t you go and watch tv with dad?”

Your eyes narrowed in displeasure. You liked it better when he was nervous around your parents.

“He’s right, Y/N,” your mom said while pushing your dad towards you.

“I’ve been replaced,” you pouted while your dad ushered you into the living room.

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After brunch, you all had headed out to an outdoor mall in Jersey to buy a stroller for the coming baby. Your mother insisted on buying one before any baby shower. She wanted the best for her grandchild and didn’t want the stroller quality to depend on the generosity of others. As you all parked, Bucky noticed a café.

“Do you want something to eat?” he asked you while gesturing to the shop.

“Sure, I’m feeling kind of hungry,” you said while rubbing his back tenderly absentmindedly. Bucky loved this. It was even better for him knowing that it was you from his reality. He then turned to your parents,

“Do you guys want something from the café?”

“I’ll have a coffee,” your mom said.

“I’ll just share with her,” your dad added.

“Great, I’ll be right back,” Bucky kissed your cheek and left. Your parents had decided to find a table outside the café to sit down and wait for Bucky. As you and your parents settled down, you decided to look into the café to check on Bucky. Lo and behold, you saw a woman talking to him. She twirled her hair and touched his arm as she talked to him. Although, Bucky pulled away every time she touched him, he kept talking to her. You figured that Bucky was probably too stupid to realize that the girl was flirting with him. For such a skilled assassin, he was surprisingly very dense in romantic situations. You stood up, told your parents that you were going to check up on Bucky, and strutted to the café. You wouldn’t have considered yourself a jealous person. You understood that trust was an important part of a relationship. These days you trusted Bucky enough not to do anything stupid. But your blood just boiled when you saw that girl touch him and wasn’t good for the baby. So, you decided to remedy the situation.

The minute you stepped in Bucky had directed his eyes to you. You immediately kissed and hugged him while eyeing the girl. You made sure to show off your pregnant belly as well.

“Hey sweetheart,” you greeted him while staring at the girl, “Is everything okay in here?”

“Yeah, they’re just taking a while because they’re understaffed,” he explained. He was however curious to know why you weren’t looking at him while speaking. He followed your gaze and realized that you were staring down the woman who was speaking to him.

“I think they just called my order,” she then said and promptly left. You gave the girl a pleasant (but fake) smile as she walked away. The minute she was gone, the smile disappeared from your face. You tapped Bucky’s shoulder casually and began to walk away. Bucky however grabbed your shoulder and pulled you in close,

“What was that about?” he asked while raising an eyebrow.

“What? Nothing, I was asking about the food,” you said while averting your gaze.

“No, not that, the girl. You were staring her down,”

“No, I wasn’t,” you shrugged.

“Doll, were you jealous?”

You scoffed and put your hands on your back to flatter your stomach, “Why would I be jealous?”

“Ooh, okay so you were being territorial?” Bucky gave you a smug smile, “I didn’t know you were like this. I like it.”

“You’re barking up the wrong tree, Barnes,” you answered with attitude. You then turned your head and walked away. Bucky licked his lips while watching you walk away. Oh, you were definitely his now.

“I love you,” he called out to you before you had completely exited the café. Bucky nodded with a toothy grin as he celebrated his success in winning you over. Eventually, the food had arrived, and Bucky returned to you and your parents. As you ate, Bucky absentmindedly wrapped his arm around your shoulder and stroked it gently while listening to your parents talk about your childhood. You eventually cut your mom off when she started getting to regaling your teenage years to Bucky. Bucky however tried to stop you from stopping your mom. You eventually won when you stood up and started walking away from the table. As your family traveled to the baby store, Bucky held your hand tightly and squeezed it intermittently. He wanted to make sure that he was actually experiencing this reality and that it wasn’t a dream. You on the other hand, tried to hide your happiness and kept pulling away from Bucky knowing that he would just try harder to hold you. It felt nice knowing how much he craved you. Eventually, the stroller had been bought and your parents dropped you off at home. They were going to come again tomorrow for a last lunch before they had to leave New York.

That night, Bucky kept doting on you even after your parents had left. At this point you had gotten used to it and had forgotten that you weren’t supposed to let him dote on you. However, you still found yourself annoyed that he wouldn’t let you do anything on your own. You were being treated like a child and you hated it.

“James, I can do it!” you pouted while grabbing the spoon from him, “I’m an adult woman and I can do things on my own!” As you flailed around to prove your point, you accidentally dropped the spoon. Bucky looked at you and then the spoon. Before he could do anything, you pushed him away,

“Stop! I can pick it up,” you growled. Bucky lifted his hands in surrender and allowed you to pick up the spoon by yourself. He crossed his arms to stop him from trying to help and watched you closely. If anything were to happen, he wanted to be ready for it. You first tried to bend over normally but stopped immediately as you felt your stomach compress. Was this okay for the baby? You then placed a hand right under your stomach and hinged forward. This felt safer, but as you got to your full hinge potential, you saw that your free hand couldn’t quite reach the spoon. You stood up straight and widened your stance and tried again. Meanwhile, Bucky just watched in absolute delight. You looked so funny and adorable as you waddled to try and pick up the spoon. He could tell that you were having a hard time and were trying to hide it. He smiled as he watched you struggle, and he felt bad, but it was just so cute! You grunted as you tried once more using your hip hinge technique. When that didn’t work again, you grabbed onto the countertop and squat low to pick up the spoon. Squatting was a complete success until you realized that it was harder to get up than you first estimated. You immediately looked at Bucky for assistance. But this time, he didn’t move to help you at all. He just looked at you with an eager face. It was evident that he was trying not to smile bigger. You breathed in and pushed yourself up with all your might. You cried out as you got up and then slammed the spoon on the counter.

“See? I told you, I could do it,” you huffed. Bucky said nothing and quickly brushed the spoon off the counter. As it clinked on the floor, you glared at Bucky. He raised his eyebrows and gestured to the spoon with his eyes. You simply frowned and began to reach forward when Bucky kicked the spoon lightly, so it was just out of your reach.

“Oops!” Bucky pouted then slammed his palm to his forehead, “I’m so sorry honey! I’m such a clumsy fool. You married such an idiot,”

“Seriously?” you growled with your eyes narrowing at him, “You’re basically bullying a pregnant lady,”

As you waddled, Bucky watched happily. He pursed his lips and tried not to look so pleased. Once you retrieved the spoon, you placed it into the sink so that Bucky couldn’t toss it to the ground again. You turned to Bucky who was still smiling like an idiot. You frowned,

“I cannot believe you would do something so chi—”

Bucky grabbed your waist and neck and stooped down to kiss you. For the first time, you kissed him back. Bucky pulled you in closer as one of your arms wrapped around his shoulders. You lifted yourself onto your toes to deepen the kiss. He tried to pull you even closer to him but stopped to make sure he wasn’t squeezing your stomach too much. He pulled away and cupped your face. He ran his thumb over lips,

“I’m sorry, but you were just so cute, and I couldn’t help myself.”

“You’re such a jerk, I shouldn’t have forgiven you,” you pushed him away.

“I didn’t know, I was forgiven,” Bucky snaked his arms around you and tried to hug you once more.

“Well, I un-forgive you so,”

Bucky stooped down to kiss you again. You pulled away,

“I said I un-forgive you,”

“That’s okay, I know I can earn it again,” Bucky cupped your face and rubbed your cheek gently. His heart felt lighter than it had for many months. His soft grin melted your heart almost immediately. It was unreal how strong the hold on your heart Bucky had was. You shook your head at the stupid thing you were about to do. You pulled him in and kissed him deeply. Bucky smiled as you kissed him. Being forgiven felt so good.

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Part 7

Part 9

Masterlist

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fic #bucky x Female Reader #bucky x reader #alternate reality story #tfatws fic #the falcon and the winter solider fic #marvel fic #marvel imagines #bucky barnes imagines #buckyvision #fictionalmemoirs #the winter solider fic #the winter soldier imagines

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Y/N [to Peter]: So I was sitting there, barbeque sauce on my titties...

Bucky [visibly appalled]: Excuse me? What?

#incorrect mcu quotes #this has probably been done before

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no but like fr 😐

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shrek was so ahead of its time

[fictionalmemoirs]

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier + Incorrect Quotes part 22/? | inspired by

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Loved part 1, cant wait to read what you have planned !!! Is it bad that im kinda of already shipping bucky and reader from the college detectives au? 😂

I don't think it's a bad thing! But I'm gonna see how many twists and turns I can put in this story 😏😏

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The Tale of Strangewood Manor: Pilot Part 1

College Detectives!Avengers AU

Summary: The Avengers Detective Agency, a young mystery solving group, gets an invitation from Tony Stark to investigate his large mansion in the woods.

Pairings: None

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: very brief adult language

A/N: This is based on my Story Idea #3 and I’m just trying it out.

Cool People Club: @jbarness​

Prologue: The Invitation

Wednesday, New York, 4pm

It was a typical Wednesday afternoon for you and your friends, or so you all thought. Bucky and Sam were fighting on Smash Bros. while you, Natasha, and Wanda watched. The battle was heated but in the end Bucky had won.

“Who were you rooting for?” Bucky asked and pointed at you.

“Sam,”

“Boo! Wands?” he pointed at her.

“You, Bucky,” she smiled.

“Thank you! That is the appropriate response. Nat?” he pointed to Natasha.

“Sam,”

“What? Alright, whoever rooted for Sam, get the fuck out of my apartment.”

“You’re a dictator and that’s why I didn’t root for you,” you explained. Bucky had grabbed one of the throw pillows and chucked it at you.

“Alright, my turn.” Natasha took Sam’s place.

Just then, Steve had rushed into the living room.

“I did it you guys! I got us our big break,” he announced while throwing an envelope onto the coffee table. You all gathered to look at the envelope while waiting for Steve to continue his announcement. Instead, Steve stood beaming at you with pride.

“So, are you going to tell us or what?” Sam asked.

“No, read the letter you guys!”

Wanda took the letter and checked the sender address in the back, “From the office of Tony Stark?”

“THE Tony Stark?” Sam swiped the letter from Wanda.

“Aren’t your parents like buddy-buddies with him?” you asked Bucky while taking the letter from Sam. He only shrugged.

“Well read the actual letter!” Natasha finally said.

“Alright, alright!” you took the letter out and read it out loud.

Dear Avengers Detective Agency,

Recently, I have bought property in the countryside by the name of Strangewood Manor. I was warned that it was haunted but didn’t think much of it. I don’t believe in this ghost mumbo jumbo However, now it’s an actual problem. Some of my staff moved in and out due to complaints of some ghost or something. I would like you and your team to see whether or not the problem is actually a ghost or curse or some weirdo in a mask trying to drive us away. You will be compensated properly if you get to the bottom of this thing. Let us know if you will be accepting this job and if you have any more questions, please contact my assistant, Pepper Potts. Good luck.

Tony Stark dictated to Pepper Potts.

“Wow! It’s THE Tony Stark,” Sam marveled and sat back on the couch in shock.

“Well gang? What do you think? Are we taking it?” Steve asked.

“Of course, we are!” Sam cried out, “It’s ghosts guys!”

“You don’t know that,” Natasha piped in, “But I still think we should do it,”

Steve looked at Bucky who nodded and then turned his attention to Wanda who also nodded but more enthusiastically. Finally, Steve looked to you,

“Y/N?”

You nodded and smiled, “This could be our big break. Let’s do it.”

“Alright, then, Avengers Detective Agency, assemble!” Steve loudly announced.

Part 1: Welcome to Strangewood Manor

Friday, On the Road, 9:30 pm 

At 9 am on Friday, the Avengers Detective Agency had begun their journey to Strangewood Manor. Initially taking shifts on who would drive and navigate, you and Steve ended up as the last shift as a pair. You opened a bottle of cold coffee and handed it to Steve. It was nighttime but he needed a little pick me up so you guys could arrive at the destination that night. His eyes stayed mainly on the open road in front of him but occasionally he looked to you. He saw you writing on a notebook.

“Writing notes already? We’re not even there yet,”

“I did some research and just have a list of prepared questions,” you explained while crossing your one arm across your stomach and biting the nail on your thumb from the other arm.

“Such a type A personality,” Steve chuckled and shook his head.

“I thought you of all people would appreciate a personality like mine,”

“I do appreciate it, I just hope you’re not overworking yourself,”

“Do you think it’s actually haunted?”

“I’m not sure. I think I’d like to see the evidence first, but it would be cool if it was actually haunted. What about you?”

“I think it’s actually haunted,” you said.

“Well, be careful. You don’t want your biases to influence your judgement. Do you think this’ll be your first book?”

“If the story is good, why not?” you shrugged.

“When you do write this book, just make sure that we sound cool, alright?” Bucky then said while groggily leaning towards the front of the car.

“Is that all you care about in life?” you asked.

“No, but it certainly helps with getting girls,” Bucky yawned. You rolled your eyes. You hated hearing Bucky talk about his sex life. Not that you were jealous, but it just seemed excessive.

“You only need one, Buck. The right partner.” Steve told him while glancing at you; although you didn’t notice since you were back to writing notes.

“Sure, but it can’t hurt to have a nice sample size, so I know who the right one is,” Bucky argued.

“Will you both shut it? I’m trying to sleep,” Natasha then grunted while kicking Bucky.

“Ow! Steve was talking too!”

“He’s driving so I’ll hit him later.”

Friday, Strangewood Manor 11:20 pm

In order to get to the manor, Steve had driven past a small town and up a mountain. There were large gates that kept the manor separate from the rest of the town. It seemed, however, that they were opened in preparation for your guys’ arrival. The manor itself was a beautiful brick exterior with some ivy growing on it. It gave it a very regal yet homey air. There was no light on the inside of the house which made it seem haunted, but that would be an easy fix once someone was living in it. There was a stone path that led to a rotunda right in front of the house. Steve drove all the way up to the large wooden front door and parked right outside. As soon as he parked, the outside lights automatically turned on.

“Alright, everyone, let’s get our stuff and head inside.” Steve announced as he turned off the engine. He left quickly and went to the trunk to start unloading the stuff. You slowly exited the car and marveled at the manor. You took your phone out to take a quick picture. You wanted to be able to describe this place later when needed. Soon Sam emerged from the car with his GoPro on a selfie stick.

“Alright, we’ve arrived at Strangewood Manor,” he narrated to the camera then checked his phone, “It’s currently around eleven twenty-ish P.M. It’s pretty quiet. The place definitely seems haunted.”

You all congregated to the back of the car and grabbed your backpacks and suitcases. Wanda, still half asleep was leaning on Natasha who was fully awake at that point. Bucky had carried three of the backpacks while Sam rummaged through his to find more of his equipment.

“Okay, let’s just get some sleep tonight and we’ll explore tomorrow,” Steve said.

“Sleep tonight? We’ll miss peak ghost activity hours!” Sam protested.

“You can do that tomorrow,” Steve firmly said.

“The place isn’t haunted,” a voice from the dark emerged. You all huddled up, frightened, and looked around for the source of the voice. From the side of the house, a figure soon emerged. You felt a strong grip on your arm and was pulled backwards. Steve pushed himself in front of you to face the figure with Bucky by his side. The figure appeared to be a brunette human man.

“You must be here the detective agency Tony hired,” he said they eyed all of you, “You’re…kids...”

“Hello, I’m Steve Rogers and this is my team. Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanov, Sam Wilson and Y/Full/N.”

“We’re college students,” Bucky added.

“Clint Barton,” the man said while holding his hand out. Steve quickly shook the man’s hand. He was definitely not a ghost.

“I’m the groundskeeper here. I thought you’d get here earlier to be honest.” he explained, “It’s pretty late so let me just show you to your rooms,”

He walked towards the front door. Curiously, the door seemed to open without Clint having to interact with it much. You, however, chalked this curiosity up to watching him open the door at a weird angle.

“Okay, we just saw a weird groundskeeper come out of nowhere to take us inside the house. He might be a ghost,” Sam whispered to his camera.

“Sam, he’s not a ghost,” Natasha grabbed his camera and spoke to it herself, “Viewers, Sam is a paranoid dude. Don’t believe in anything he says.”

“Stop it, you’ll smudge the lens!” Sam took his camera back and huffed. Natasha rolled her eyes and mocked him while walking behind him. As you all entered the manor, the lights automatically turned out. It was eerie, but Tony Stark was a fancy man, and he might have just installed motion sensors that turned on the light when activated. The foyer directly led to a wooden staircase that took you to the second floor. A long red carpet ran along the middle of the large hallway. To the immediate left, was an archway that led to a room that was unlit except for the natural light that came from the outside. It could’ve been a living room, you guessed. On the immediate right was something that looked like a sunroom. The room had dipped lower than the hallway and the walls surrounding the room were just windows that were covered by curtains. As you kept walking, you saw two closed doors on either side of the foyer. Natasha automatically walked towards them and jiggled the door handles. One of them was locked, but the other opened and revealed a fancy dining room.

“Nat,” Steve’s warning voice came as he watched her open a door.

“I was just checking,” she said while reuniting with the group. Clint had led you all down the left side of the manor’s second floor. It was a hallway full of guest rooms he explained. You were all free to choose and inhabit as many rooms as you liked. You, however, chose to just bunk with Wanda and share a queen size bed with her. Natasha on the other hand, preferred to inhabit a room all on her own. Bucky and Sam bunked together while Steve stayed in a room that was connected to theirs via a bathroom. Soon, everyone settled and got ready to sleep.

Saturday, Strangewood Manor, 3:00 am.

Your eyes snapped open suddenly as you heard sounds of a commotion. You looked and saw the door ajar. You slowly stood up and approached the door to shut it. As you approached the door, you saw a light at the end of the hallway. It looked soft and warm; it barely illuminated the hallway. It felt like the flames from an active fireplace. You couldn’t look away and stared at it blankly. It was almost like it was calling you. As you stepped onto the hallway, you heard the whisper of your name. It sounded like…Natasha? The light began to move away as the voice became louder.

“Y/N…help me,” it said. You were convinced it was Natasha. You quickly followed the light. The light appeared to have transformed into a glowing figure almost. The floating glow led you to the other side of the manor and as soon as the light disappeared, you found yourself in front of another open door. As you peaked in, you noticed a large mirror standing in the middle of the room. The room itself was empty except for this ornate mirror that was gently illuminated by some mystery light source. You approached the mirror slowly and cautiously but as you looked, you noticed the person standing in front of you wasn’t your reflection. It was a woman with silver curls that went just past her shoulders. She wore a luxurious purple robe. Her grey eyes felt like they could see straight into your soul. She looked almost cat-like and seemed to have a playful demeanor. She beckoned you to come closer. The expression on her face suggested that she had a secret to tell you. In a mesmerized state, you stepped closer, curious as to what she would say to you. You watched as she reached past the mirror with her fist out; she was going to give you something. You lifted an open palm right below her fist. She gently pressed her fist into your palm. Her touch was icy and light; it was like the winter wind hand decided to kiss your hand. The woman slowly opened her fist and dropped something into your hand. Before you could pull your hand away, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you in. She leaned into your ear and whispered, “Set him free,” then retreated back into the mirror. You looked down at the palm of your hand and saw a silver ring with an amethyst stone. You stared at the ring for a moment.

“Y/N?” you then heard Bucky’s voice. You immediately turned and saw him standing right in front of you. In the blink of an eye you were somehow transported from inside the room to the hallway. However, the hallway looked different now. It wasn’t nighttime anymore. There was natural sunlight that had illuminated it.

“Are you okay?” He asked, “How long have you been up?”

“I…I don’t know,” you said and turned back to your now empty hand.

“Well get dressed. We’re heading into the town for breakfast, and we’ll talk about our plan of action for this manor.”

“Sure,” you whispered while continuing to stare at your empty hand. You immediately started looking around you frantically to see if the ring had accidentally dropped from your hand. You then looked back to the room but saw that the door was closed. You jiggled the handle to open to door, but it was locked. What the fuck…? Bucky watched you with concern in his face.

“Did you drop something? Are you sure you’re okay?” Bucky asked while putting his hand on your shoulder, “You’re looking a little pale.”

“I…I think…” you looked at the door curiously. Weren’t you inside? What just happened? Maybe it had all been just a dream and you were sleep walking.

“Why don’t we get you some breakfast. Maybe you’ll feel better after that,” Bucky began to lead you away. As you walked, you looked back at the room and saw the door open and close by itself.

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Part 2

Masterlist

#collegedetective!avengers #bucky barnes fanfic #natasha romanoff imagine #bucky barnes imagines #Steve Rogers #steve rogers imagine #marvel fanfic #sam wilson #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #sam wilson imagines #steve rogers fanfiction #marvel imagines #marvel au

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BUCKY BARNES TRYING TO SMILE IN THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER (2021)

#this is how i smile irl