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Can you do a third and final part of That Moment? I can imagine Y/N and Pietro being horrified when John Walker gets blood on Captain America’s shield and being relieved when Sam gets the shield back and becomes Captain America again. I’d like to see Y/N and Pietro bonding with Sam’s sister and her kids in the scene at the end of the show where everyone has dinner at the pier.

who wouldn't like to see y/n and pietro bonding with sam's sister and her kids in the scene at the end of the show where everyone has dinner at the pier

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Despite all your best wishes, the road doesn’t stop there. Not for you, not for Pietro, and certainly not for the mission ahead. You still have battles to win, the Flag Smashers to take down, and above all, John Walker to tolerate. Man, you cannot stand the guy. You may lecture Pietro all you want about keeping cool around the Captain America pretender, but you’re fairly certain that you’re no better.

The main thing that bothers you about him, you realize as you walk further into the Latvian streets, is his sheer hypocrisy. Walker won’t stop spouting off about how he wants nothing more than to make Steve Rogers proud, how he’s doing his best to perform before an audience that is begging to see him fail. He sets himself up to be a tortured saint, a martyr before the masses. It’s a shame that this isn’t actually the case, and you’ve now had firsthand experience to prove this.

The little things make themselves even more obvious the longer you stay by Walker’s side. He’s arrogant, as brash and loud as a frat boy with double the pride. The worst part is that Walker is certain that he’s right. He can’t see a world in which he isn’t doing the right thing. That scares you a little, to be honest. No one should be that sure of themselves, especially when they’ve got all the power in the world now that they’re holding the most famous vibranium shield known to man.

Perhaps it’s just a little too much experience under your belt, making you doubt the guy before you’ve really gotten a chance to get to know him. You’ve been imprisoned in the Raft, after all, you’ve fought other Avengers as a part of that superhero civil war and you’ve watched half your friends disintegrate to ash after you failed to take down Thanos.

All of that history has essentially taught you that nobody, no matter how good or how powerful, is infallible. Even you, Flare, an inhuman with the ability to control energy, can falter in the face of danger. Even your husband, Pietro Maximoff, the fastest man on Earth with enough sarcasm to weather the strongest stone, can find himself lost for words after the greatest defeat the Avengers have ever known.

Walker doesn’t know any of that. Every loss you’ve ever experienced, John Walker saw through a television screen. He’s used to the glory, this hometown hero, he sees a shield and a uniform without knowing how much blood has been cleaned from it. Sure, Pietro and Bucky are going a little hard on him. To be honest, you think they should.

After all, if the guy can’t take some mostly good natured ribbing from his coworkers, then how is he supposed to live with himself after he fails? He will fail, you’re certain of that. Maybe it won’t be here, maybe it’ll be in a month, ten years or twenty, but it will happen. You don’t become an Avenger by winning all the time, you become an Avenger by being able to come back twice as hard after you lose. That’s the part that John Walker doesn’t get. You can only hope that he’ll learn it before it’s too late.

You certainly have enough time to contemplate the matter now; your small entourage has finally located Donya Madani’s funeral, and Sam Wilson has slipped inside long enough to have a conversation with Karli Morgenthau. Hopefully, it will go well. If not, you’ve just sent one of your most trusted teammates to die in drastically outnumbered odds.

This very predicament must be weighing heavily on Walker’s mind, because he won’t stop pacing back and forth, occasionally asking Bucky to move aside so everyone can go in. At last, Walker gives up on his attempted chivalry and tries to just open the door himself.

Bucky straightens up, but as per usual, Pietro’s beaten him to it. Walker scarcely takes a step forward before Pietro speeds in front of him, casually leaning against the closed door as if he’d been there all along.

Walker scowls. “Move aside, Maximoff. Sam could be fighting for his life right now and we wouldn’t even know it.”

Pietro folds his arms across his chest, as obstinate as always. You love him for it, you always have. “Or, he could be having a most productive conversation, one that would end if we came in guns blazing. Listen, I get you’re not used to all of this, but you can’t just go off whenever you want.”

Walker arches a brow. “What, like you do?”

Pietro’s smirk disappears. “Hey, I was trying to be nice about this. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want us to be nice and let you walk all over us because you’re holding a shield that was supposed to stay in a museum. I know I can’t possibly be the first one to say this, but you’re out of your mind if you think your sudden promotion means I have to listen to a thing you say.”

Walker frowns. “What are you trying to say, Pietro?”

Your husband spreads his hands, back to seeming as casual as he can. You may be the only one who can still see the way his entire frame practically vibrates with nerves. He’s daring Walker to do something, anything. Pietro would love a fight.

What’s more, he’d win it, which is exactly why he’s egging Walker on. Inhuman abilities aside, Pietro has been fighting all his life. You can’t imagine what it was like to grow up in Sokovia, to know that at any moment your entire world could be ripped away from you.

Hell, Pietro signed himself up for the Sokovian labs because he wanted an edge, anything to get ahead in the mass conflict that was his entire existence. Walker has no idea what that’s like, but he just might find out if he keeps pushing it.

Somehow, Walker must be able to tell that, because he backs off reluctantly. “I don’t want us to be enemies, Pietro. That goes for you too, Bucky. Even Y/N, although you’ll notice that she’s been far nicer than you two.”

You chuckle. “That’s because I have a better poker face. Pietro says what I’m thinking, trust me.”

Pietro looks proud, Walker looks furious. A wonderful dichotomy. Your good spirits don’t last for long, though. Walker gets more and more irritated, and the second he hears a sound louder than a whisper in the hall behind the door, he pushes past Pietro and tears into the corridor, Lemar Hoskins right behind him.

After that, you find yourself in yet another fight. After regrouping later, you realize that the Flag Smashers have taken Hoskins hostage, which makes Walker all but lose his mind. You, Sam, Pietro, and Bucky launch an initiative to break Hoskins out, or at least keep an eye on Walker while you’re at it. You can’t shake the feeling that something bad is about to happen, and soon enough, you’re proven right.

You’re used to the fighting, the guns, the blood. Even if you survive, that doesn’t always mean you win, or that the rest of your team will live. Evidently this is a lesson that Walker has yet to learn, because when you look up and realize that Hoskins is dead, felled by a Flag Smasher, you know from the stare in the so-called Captain America’s eyes alone that he is experiencing a rush the likes of which he has never known before.

You’re not entirely surprised when Pietro appears at your side about half a second later. Walker looks dangerous, far more dangerous than he ever has in the time since you met him. Pietro’s hand is on your arm protectively, ready to keep you safe if anything should happen. However, you’re not the one who should be afraid right now; Walker’s gunning for any Flag Smasher in sight, and they’re running as fast as they can to escape his wrath.

Walker jumps out of a window to catch up to a retreating Flag Smasher. You and Pietro exchange looks and then immediately follow him, you using your powers to let you float down to the ground through the open window and Pietro running to the bottom of the building in a matter of seconds. The two of you race through the surrounding courtyards, then come to an abrupt halt when you see what has happened.

It is sickening. That’s the best way you can describe this butchery before you. Walker looks more animal than man, all traces of humanity gone. His arms are raised above his head, using the bloodied shield to brutally murder the Flag Smasher in front of him. You have seen your fair share of gore, but you still lean into Pietro. You’re grateful for his arm around you, keeping you upright.

Pietro looks horrified as well. This is not the behavior of an Avenger, or even of someone wearing the uniform of Captain America. This is what a monster would do, someone so sick and cruel that they would treat another man like they were expendable, not even worthy of a quick death. Pietro has seen terrors, just like you, and neither of you can stomach what you’ve just seen.

Sam and Bucky arrive at your side, just as disturbed as you and Pietro. None of you have to exchange words to communicate what’s on your mind right now: you have to shut this down, right now. You’ve been wondering how long it would take for John Walker to snap, and here it is, right before you. No more of this, you want to say. No more.

You do manage to get the shield back eventually. Sam tries to talk to Walker one last time before the inevitable fight, but it doesn’t work so well. There is no reasoning with a man who would do that, you suppose. There is no soul left to convince.

Some part of you wonders if your life will always be like this, one fight after another. Every job goes south, every mission ends poorly. Every time you have hope that humanity might be able to clean up after themselves, you’re always disappointed.

Whenever you attempt to turn cynical completely, though, you’re reminded that you’re not alone. Pietro stays by your side every second of the day until the mission ends, giving you space when you need it and holding you when you don’t think you’d survive without that reminder that he’s there for you. It’s good, far more so than you deserve. Pietro’s still working to convince you that you’re worth it. You believe him more than you believe yourself.

It does end eventually, though. The fight at last comes to a halt, and Sam Wilson becomes the new Captain America. For once, you feel content. Sam will do a good job, of that you’re certain. He’s the right man for the mantle, something you and Pietro agree on wholeheartedly.

Also, Sam is a good friend. He invites you, Pietro, and Bucky over to a dinner at the Wilson family pier, and you get to meet his neighbors and friends while the sun sets over the harbor. Some of them recognize you from the news, others from Sam’s quiet recollections. Many have no idea who you and Pietro are. Regardless, all of them treat you with respect and kindness.

You also get to meet Sam’s sister Sarah, who’s just wonderful. She certainly knows about you and your gifts yet doesn’t bat an eye at it, even when she almost drops something and Pietro speeds across a room to pick it up for her before it touches the ground. Sarah is used to this, you suppose, all the trials and tribulations that come with Avengers business. She handles it quite well.

At the end of the day, you find yourself sitting on the pier, Pietro by your side. You have your head propped up on his shoulder, and at last, you allow yourself to take a deep breath. You and Pietro are officially retired, after all, and you get to legitimately enjoy yourselves from here on out. This means freedom, blissful freedom at that.

You have no doubt that the two of you will be called in at some point to deal with yet another problem. You wouldn’t have retired so early if you weren’t sure of that. Still, at least now you’re not the first name being called. Avenging can be a hobby, not a first time job. You and Pietro deserve your sunset, your quiet golden nights. After all, you have the most fantastic dreams set in store for the two of you. All you have to do is close your eyes, and then you’re there.

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The Twin Flame - Chapter 22: "You Need To Calm Down"

"You are somebody that we don't know, but you're coming at my friends like a missile..."

Though you haven't actually slept, you creak open a bleary eye to the sunlight filtering in through the bedroom window.

A new day, just like Sam promised.

And though you want nothing more than to pretend none of this is happening, that there aren't people exactly like you running amuck and wreaking havoc, you can't find it in yourself to turn a blind eye.

You keep imagining what Karli Morgenthau looks like. Was she scared the first time she held a flame in her hand? Did her face light up with all the possibilities, both good and bad, brimming all around her? Was she revered? Or shunned like you were?

Did the world around her feel different?

You know there's only one way to get answers to those questions. And it might not be fair, but you know the only way to get those answers is by facing your fears. You reach for the doorknob, turn it, and face the outside world once again.

The morning outside your room is quiet, the air still. It's almost a comfort that the world turns with or without you, that people will march on, the sun will continue to rise and set regardless of you.

You almost laugh at how narcissistic the sentiment sounds, but after the years you've had, the world continuing to turn was all a person could really ask for. And the world turning without you having to fight for it was more than you'd ever gotten.

You quietly pad down the hall to the living room where Sam sits on the couch staring out the stained glass window. You watch him for a moment, the pensive, solemn expression that replaces his normal goofy grin. You wonder what heavy thoughts running rampant in his head are currently weighing on him.

You timidly clear your throat to make yourself known.

He slightly jolts, snapping out of his reverie to find you standing in the doorway. He softly smiles, "You're up."

You nod, offering a tight smile. "It's a new day, right?"

He cracks an even bigger smile, eagerly nodding, "Right."

"Morning," Bucky awkwardly greets, trying to play off his surprise at seeing you out and speaking to Sam without any bickering back and forth.

"So now what?" you prompt, plopping down on the couch, not quite beside Sam, not quite across from him, but perpendicular to Sam.

"Now, we go to this funeral and try to reason with Karli," Sam slowly exhales, rubbing his hands on his pant legs.

"Good," you agree. "I like that plan."

"Karli Morgenthau cannot be reasoned with," Zemo blithely responds, strolling into the room with an air of nonchalance and an unburdened smile. "She is too far gone."

"She's a kid," Sam defends.

"Hold on, Karli's a kid?" you interject.

"She didn't seem very child-like when she blew up a GRC building with people inside," Zemo guffaws.

"What?" you exclaim, wide eyes looking to Sam and Bucky for answers.

"She doesn't know how to control herself yet," Sam defends. "We know that."

"How do you know that?" you pointedly ask, demandingly crossing your arms as you face Sam.

"Things got a little out of hand when we first found out about them," Bucky responds for Sam. "Nothing too crazy."

"It wasn't your shoulder she set on fire," Sam bitterly mutters under his breath.

"She did, what!?"

"But-" Zemo starts again.

"Alright, everyone shut up," you curtly interrupt, rubbing your temples. "That's a lot of information to get in thirty seconds."

"As much fun as this debrief has been, we gotta go," Sam informs the group. "Remember, keep our heads down. Don't call attention to ourselves. And let's try to end this without anyone getting hurt."

"Whatever you say, Cap," you dryly remark.

Sam scoffs, rolling his eyes, "Don't start."

"Hm..." Bucky knowingly hums.

"You either," Sam warns.

Bucky innocently shrugs. "I didn't say anything."

"You didn't have to. Now, let's go," Sam instructs, ushering Bucky and Zemo out the door. Before you can follow Bucky and Zemo out the door, Sam places his hand on your shoulder to stop you. He looks at you with a pleading expression, "Look, I know you're probably still mad and you have every right to be, but please, please, do me a favor and keep your head down. The last thing we need is more people breathing down our necks. And you know-"

"I know," you interrupt, already knowing the particular danger Sam was referring to all too well. And in spite of Bucky's words last night, you feel guilty that Sam carries around this sense responsibility for you. It was terrible work. People got hurt doing that work. And on top of that, you were barely speaking to each other. And he was still doing it, he was still taking care of you. You nod with a sad smile. "I'll keep my head down."

"Thank you," Sam sighs in relief. "Now, let's do this."

"Let's do it," you agree with a slow exhale.

You both walk out, trailing just behind Zemo and Bucky. Bucky turns to the two of you with a confused expression. "Everything okay?"

"Besides the imminent threat to the greater good and the world in constant need of saving?" you cheekily remark, joining them as Zemo guides you down the cobblestone roads. "I think so."

"So, same old, same old?" Bucky quips, slowing his pace to walk by your side.

"Exactly."

For a moment, the only sound are the footsteps along the old cobblestone roads as Zemo guides you to Karli Morgenthau. In your peripheral, you see Bucky walking beside you, perfectly in step with you and you find it so easy to pretend like you're both friends again, real friends this time. You find it easy to pretend he didn't cut you out of his life and that he's not just forced into the same situation with you. That he could actually be here for you.

That daydream ends with a loud bellow from an unfamiliar voice at the other end of the street, "Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this type of shit."

"Great," Bucky grimaces.

You only catch a fleeting glance of the man bellowing down the street before Bucky takes a large step to place himself in front of you. Over his shoulder, Sam mutters to you, "If I asked you to walk away right now, would you?"

"Probably not."

"Didn't think so," he frustratedly exhales.

"So how'd you find us this time?" Bucky shouts back.

"I'm going to go ahead and guess that you guys know who that is," you assume.

"Unfortunately," Bucky grunts.

"Mind cluing me in?" you urge.

"It's no one worth knowing."

"I could decide that for myself if you guys weren't acting like my human shields." You tap on his shoulder, trying to step around him when Sam steps in front of you, literally shielding you from whoever is coming. "Seriously, guys, what just happened?"

"John Walker just happened," Sam quietly seethes.

"John Walker?" you question. "How many people did you two manage to piss off?"

"A lot," Sam confesses.

"Come on," yet another voice chimes in. You try looking around Bucky's shoulder, but now Sam's in front of you too, completely closing ranks around you. "You think two Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?"

"No more keeping us in the dark," John demands, his heavy footsteps closing in on you. "You could start by telling us why you broke him out of prison."

"He did that himself, technically," Bucky sarcastically retorts.

"This better be an unbelievable explanation."

You hear the man getting closer, and you keep reminding yourself that you just promised Sam you'd keep your head down, but your curiosity is starting to get the best of you.

"Hey," Sam warns, pushing John away. "Take it easy - before this gets weird."

"I know where Karli is," Zemo offers.

It's at that moment that Lemar catches your eye from behind Sam and Bucky. "Uh, John?"

"What?" John frustratedly sighs.

Lemar nudges his head toward you. And it's then that John really notices you, slightly crouched down as a halfhearted attempt to keep your promise to Sam, tucked behind Sam and Bucky.

"That's fantastic," Sam sarcastically quips.

In this moment, you decide that you've sufficiently fulfilled your promise to Sam and kept your head down as much as possible, but now was the time for a new plan.

You pry your hands in between Sam and Bucky, forcing them to separate their human blockade. You take a step forward, a large, welcoming grin on your face. You extend your hand out to John, you greet, "Hi!"

John doesn't take a step forward, doesn't reciprocate the gesture of greeting, instead, his eyes flicker down to your hand. You can't make out the expression that flashes across his face, but you do know what he's doing. This is something familiar. His eyes rake over you, scrutinizing your still extended hand, your wide eyed gaze, and the grin that slowly slips off your expression.

He's sizing you up.

You can't say you're not trying to take the sight of him in too. The sight of another person carrying your friend's legacy: Steve's shield, toting around his title, a title he gave to someone who you wholeheartedly believed deserved it. No matter your own internal battles, Steve was a person you cared about, someone you would always care about, and they replaced him without a second thought.

In spite of the knot twisting itself in the pit of your stomach, you offer a tight smile as your hand drops. You awkwardly chuckle, "Not a fan of handshakes, huh?"

"Not when I know what you are."

"John," Lemar hisses.

"It's alright," you insist, waving Lemar off. "But didn't anyone ever tell you that girls don't actually have cooties?"

"He means an enhanced human," Bucky grunts, his fist tightly clenched.

You frown, your eyebrows furrowing at John. "I know."

"You know, I've heard a lot about you," John starts. "Regina Phalange..."

"I told you that was a stupid alias," Sam mutters under his breath.

"And it was still better than Ken Adams," you easily retort, recalling one of his aliases when you were both on the run.

"Sunshine..." John declares.

"Don't call her that," Bucky automatically sneers.

"It's okay. I think we got off on the wrong foot, John," you offer, trying to extend an olive branch instead of escalating their hostility. You briefly offer your name to the two men along with a warm, hopefully placating smile. "And I'm just-"

"You know, Sam and Bucky have put a lot of effort into hiding you. People don't hide unless they've got a reason to," John vaguely accuses, cutting you off.

"Was there a question there or are you just trying to waste our time, Walker?" Bucky retorts.

"Are you helping the Flag Smashers?"

"Helping them?" you repeat, an eyebrow arching at the absurdness of the statement. "I'm helping these two, and trust me, that's a full time job."

"Then how do you suppose they got a serum replicated from your DNA?"

"Oh wow," you dramatically exhale, resting your hands on your hips. "You guys are like way behind. See? This is why you don't skip steps! Um... where do you want me start?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this but can we get back to Karli?" Sam impatiently prompts.

"Good idea," Zemo agrees, turning to walk away from John and Lemar. John stops Zemo with a firm hand on his chest. "Well, where is she?"

"All we know is it's a memorial," Sam responds. "So we're gonna intercept her there."

"That means civilians. High risk of casualties," Lemar murmurs.

"Alright, good. We'll move in fast. Take her by surprise," John tells Lemar.

"No, I want to talk to her alone," Sam forcefully insists.

"Well, I'm not losing her again," John immediately refutes.

"Look, the person closest to her died. She's vulnerable. If there's any time to reason with her, it's now," Sam argues, trying to be the voice of reason.

"What? No. Wait, no! Stop. Just stop, okay?" John abruptly orders, stepping in front of the group to stop you again. "I think we're way past reasoning with her. Unless you forgot that she blew up a building with people still inside it."

"Sam, you walk in there cold, she could kill you," Lemar calmly objects.

"And if I walk in hot and the op goes wrong, more people will die."

"Are you gonna let him do this?" John asks Bucky, his tone dripping in condescending judgement. "You're gonna let your partner walk into a room with that freak all alone?"

"Hey!" you object. "I'm not a freak."

"No offense," John half-heartedly offers.

"Offense!" you exclaim. "So much offense!"

Bucky grits his teeth, standing beside you, desperately trying to hold onto the last of his patience as John continually insults and accuses you. He clenches his fist, speaking through gritted teeth, "He's dealt with worse. And he's not my partner."

"I used to council soldiers dealing with trauma, okay? This is in my wheelhouse," Sam continues, trying his best to persuade them before the interaction escalates any further.

"Yeah, I know. And I know those soldiers, which is why this is a bad idea."

John's words raise an immediate red flag for you. You can't help but wonder how exactly John knows the soldiers that Sam used to council. It wasn't uncommon knowledge that Sam used to council veterans with PTSD. But knowing the soldiers that he counseled was far from common knowledge. You knew a few of them, mostly in passing when you visited the VA with Sam. You decide to let the strange foreboding feelings John's words evoke go to focus on the current problem at hand. You take a step forward, "He's not going in alone, I'm going with him."

"What?" Sam hisses, whipping his head around to stare you down with wide eyes. "No, you're not."

You meet his bewildered stare. And then, Bucky, Lemar, John, and Zemo all watch what could only be described as a weird silent conversation between the two of you. There are no words exchanged, just wide-eyed stares, slight tilts of the head, and some clipped exhales.

Sam sharply shakes his head. In response, you dramatically nod.

Your eyes open a little more. Sam's narrow in response.

He wordlessly guffaws. You counter with a quiet huff and a knowing tilt of your head.

"What are they doing?" John scoffs.

Bucky holds up a hand, rolling his eyes at John. "Just let them fight it out."

It's almost a full minute of watching the two of you mime a conversation that Sam throws up his hand in defeat. You clap once, giving the group a proud thumbs up.

"Fine," Sam grunts after a moment.

"Ha!" you gloat triumphantly. "I win. I'm going with him."

"Neither of you are-"

"Wait, John," Lemar interjects. "If they can talk Karli down, it might be worth a try."

John scoffs, shaking his head as he weighs his options. He turns back to Zemo with a hardened glare. "We'll deal with you later."

"I'm sure it will all come to an agreeable conclusion. My associate is just up ahead," Zemo says, gesturing to a little girl watching your group with weary eyes. The girl stands alone at the edge of the street. Your heart clenches as you examine her for a moment, the forlorn, exhausted look that should never be on a child's face, the tattered, dirty clothes that you're sure aren't uncommon for people in the displacement camps. Zemo is the first to approach the child. He greets her with a warm expression. "Hello, my friend. This is for your family." He extends a hand full of neatly stacked bills to her, "This is for your family. Can you show us the way?"

"What the hell?" John mutters.

You wordlessly shrug, following the little girl and Zemo just up the cobblestone road to a large stone building. As you enter the large building, you can hear the faint echoes of voices coming from up the winding staircase.

You crane your neck to look up the staircase, not hearing anything other than the faint voices. You turn back around to find John handcuffing Zemo to a large radiator pipe. You disapprovingly frown, pursing your lips, "Is that really necessary?"

"You've got ten minutes," John sharply warns. "Then, we do this my way."

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Helmut Zemo imagines - Hostage Part 1

AN: I came up with this idea for a series in the shower and I hope you guys are as intrigued by it as I am. Also I’m aware it’s posted later than I said but I’m a perfectionist and couldn’t post it until I was happy with it!! To make up for it, I have some Laszlo Kreizler smut coming up soon for you Alienist fans.

Summary: You were chosen as one of Karli’s elite. You became a super soldier to help your cause, make the world a better place but taking the serum came with a price. After being cornered one day, you’re taken by the famous Helmut Zemo to give him answers or face the consequences.

In This Chapter: Introductions. You are sent on a mission for Karli, only for it to turn bad.

Pairing(s): Zemo x Fem!Reader, Karli Morganthau x Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 2,703

Warnings: Spoilers for TFATWS, violence, strong language

You stared back at the burning building as the truck pulled away.

Despite the rumbling of the thick tires on the tarmac beneath you, you could hear the screaming.

“Hey.” DeeDee placed a hand on your shoulder and tugged you round. “Don’t look.”

You could see in her eyes that she was just as shocked as you were but was trying to hide it.

The task had been to remove as many supplies as possible from the GRC depot to take back to the camps in Riga. There had been no mention of bombing the place.

Lennox’s eyes met yours in the rear-view mirror. You were all thinking the same thing.

Why would Karli go through with something that hadn’t even been discussed?

“Turn here. It’s faster.” DeeDee leant forward pointing towards a more narrow alley as fire engine sirens echoed up ahead.

Lennox did as suggested and the others followed close behind.

It wasn’t a long drive from Vilnius to Riga but you all stopped when daylight broke to take some time to eat something.

You sat down beside Diego, your eyes flickering to Karli every few minutes as she dished out supplies for you all.

She noticed.

“(Y/n).” Karli remained standing as she handed out the last can to Dovich.

You took the hint and rose to your feet.

You followed her to the side of the abandoned structure as the others tried to tune the radio.

“What’s the problem?” Karli asked you, a hard expression across her features.

“What’s the problem?” You couldn’t help but scoff at the question. “Karli, you blew up a building with people still tied up inside.”

“I did what I had to do. It’s the only language these people understand. You saw just how much food, water and medicine they were sitting on. If we had a fraction of that just a few months ago Mama Donya might still be alive.” You could see the tears Karli was trying to suppress as she spoke of Mama Donya.

“You still should’ve consulted us before you went ahead with it. We’re better than an eye for an eye and you know that.” You cautiously took her hand into yours to try and comfort her. “We’re trying to make a difference here.”

“And that is how we do it.” She dropped your hand as she defended her actions. You shook your head but didn’t retaliate. You knew there was no use in arguing with her in that moment.

“There’s something I need you to do after Mama Donya’s funeral today.” Karli was quick to change the topic. “A mission for you and DeeDee.”

“What is it?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest.

“I need you to go to these coordinates immediately after the funeral. One of our allies will be expecting you both. He has information and something I need. It’ll be a parcel, small enough to conceal so you can make your way back to us without any suspicion.” Karli texted over the coordinates and the information on the contact.

“How can you be sure it’s safe?” You asked as you studied his profile.

“I wouldn’t send you if it wasn’t.” Karli paused before she wrapped her hand around the back of your neck and brought your forehead to hers. “We have to stick together now more than ever.”

You closed your eyes and exhaled a shaky breath.

“One world.” You muttered.

“One people.”Karli pulled away just as Dovich called over to you both.

They had managed to get the radio to work.

You sat down and opened a can of fruit slices to try and quench your hunger.

“The depot that was bombed was funded and run by the GRC, the Global Repatriation Council. One of the workers killed was the father of two and had only been on the job for one week. After condemning this latest action by the radical group known as the Flag Smashers, the GRC formally began drafting legislation known as The Patch Act, which would seek to restore traditional border regulations and fast-track the return to normalcy. The act of violence has also brought attention and followers to the Flag Smasher cause. No one can deny the world-wide reach of this group is growing, as is the danger.”

You shared a look with Gigi and Dovich as you listened to the broadcast. Your stomach churned at the mention of the father. You swallowed hard as you placed your food down.

Karli parted from the group again, feeling the pressure of the eyes on her, but you chose not to follow.

You had known Karli for 3 years. You met in Riga and became close quickly. You both had lost everything and then you had each other. When she took off to Madripoor, you followed. She always knew how to get people to see things her way, she had a spark inside of her that drew in those who wanted to fight for something; she was powerful for 19. She only grew more powerful with the serums.

You had backed her and supported her from the start but something was twisting. Something was going sour. You had never killed innocents before but in Karli’s eyes; was anyone on the side of the GRC innocent?

“Finish up. We need to get to the border in time to meet our contact.” Karli strode past the group and didn’t stop until she climbed into one of the cars.

You cleaned up after yourselves, leaving no trace that you were there, before you got back on the road.

You were back in Riga soon enough, your contact at the border let you through without any issues and you made it to the checkpoint with all the supplies safely.

Fortunately, you still had time to spare before Donya’s funeral.

You remained hidden, on the low, whilst Karli went with Nico to pick up the leftover serums.

You had previously spoken about creating more super soldiers. You had been against it. There were more than enough of you for the moment and the process of turning into one was beyond any pain you’d ever felt. You didn’t think more people needed to go through that. However, the vote passed and more were to be created.

“You ready?” Karli asked you as she returned. You nodded.

You headed to the secret location of Mama Donya’s funeral and fell into the crowd as the body came into sight. Mama Donya had been important to Karli and therefore important to you. She had been a kind woman. Kind to you. But Karli had a bond with her that you didn’t. This was Karli’s time to heal, to grieve, to help those who also relied on Donya.

You watched Karli step up to say a few words.

“I don’t remember my mother or my father. Same goes for siblings, grandparents, cousins. What I do remember is being alone. Worse than being hungry or cold or scared. I was alone. Until Mama Donya. Like a lot of you here, Mama Donya saved me. She clothed me, fed me, loved me.” You followed Karli’s eye line when she gasped softly.

It was Sam Wilson. Avenger.

You felt your blood go cold. Usually where there was one avenger, there were sure to be more.

“She taught me that we have to do for each other because they won’t. And we know who they are. They imposed struggle and hardship on us, then labeled us as criminals for pushing back. But the struggle is what brings us all together. People who have nothin’ in common. For we are, after all, simply one world and one people. So live accordingly.”

As you stepped forward and placed your bouquet of flowers down beside Donya, Karli clasped hold on your wrist.

“Go now.” She whispered under her breath.

“What about you?” You asked.

“I’ll be fine. Get to the contact.” Karli tried to assure you but you weren’t certain on leaving her. Dovich guided you away to stop you from arguing with Karli about it. He told you that he was going to stay behind to help Karli and that you had a more important job to do right now.

You had to give in and leave.

As you made your exit, you grabbed DeeDee and the keys to the motorbike outside.

“We gotta make a detour. Make sure we aren’t being followed.” You announced as you climbed onto the motorbike.

“Karli said our guy would wait for us so it’s better to be safe than sorry. We can’t mess this up.” DeeDee agreed with you as she placed herself behind you.

You took off down the street and did your best to lose any tails.

You ended up ditching the bike and moving underground once you were sure you were alone.

You were either really lucky or they had only brought enough backup to deal with Karli.

“We should be close.” You checked your phone to read the GPS before placing on your mask.

DeeDee held the flashlight up as you worked your way through the empty tunnel.

“You’d think Karli could organise a rendezvous point somewhere a little less musty.” DeeDee grimaced as a trio of rats scattered past you both.

“This is the safest way. We may have gained a lot of supporters above ground but we have a lot of enemies too.” You tried to defend Karli’s choice but even you had to admit that the sewers were a low point for you all.

“You think she got away okay?” DeeDee asked, the concern obvious in her voice despite her blank expression.

“I think Karli’s smart and she wouldn’t stick around if she knew she couldn’t win.” You may have been anxious for her but you rarely had doubts with Karli. Even without the serum she always managed to slip through the cracks.

As you continued to make your way through the tunnels, you spotted a silhouette up ahead.

You narrowed your eyes as DeeDee shone her light on him.

Fortautely, it was your contact.

“Greetings.” The man smiled widely at you both. He wore a bright head torch that stopped you from looking him in the eye and a large forest green coat.

“We’re here to collect the parcel and information for Karli.” DeeDee informed him, shading her eyes from his light as she tried to lift her gaze.

“Yes. Yes. I know.” The short man pulled out a small object wrapped in brown paper from under his coat. “Karli said you would be coming.”

As the man spoke, you heard something splash in the water behind you.

“What was that?” You asked, looking back to see if you could spot anything.

“It was probably just one of the rats.” DeeDee tried to assure you but the hairs on the back of your neck began to stand up.

You had a bad feeling about it.

“I’m going to check it out.” You whispered to her. “Better safe than sorry.” You repeated what she had said earlier.

“Be careful.” DeeDee handed you her flashlight before letting you go.

You crept back round the corner from whence you had came. You remained close to the wall to avoid any oncoming intruders head on. Peering down into the water, you saw that it had been in fact just a rat that was now paddling through the sewage.

“It's okay.” You relaxed, shouting ahead so they could hear you. “It was just a ra–––” You were cut short by a gloved hand covering your mouth.

You sent your elbow backwards instinctively which threw your attacker into the wall.

You spun around to see a figure dressed in a lavish coat with a purple mask covering his face. You furrowed your eyebrows at his appearance. You didn’t recognise him as an Avenger.

He came towards you, sending a fist to the side of your head. You managed to block his attack, kicking him in the chest.

You thought he’d be no match for you with your enhanced powers but he managed to put up a good fight.

He wrestled with you against the wall as he gained the advantage. You resorted in head butting him to get him off you.

You sent your leg up into his side but he wrapped his arm around your calf and yanked you forward. You lost your balance as he grip moved, hooking under your knee. He squeezed your thigh against him as he pulled out a rather large syringe.

“DEE! RUN!” You managed to howl before the needle sunk into your thigh.

You tried to fight again as he dropped your leg but your vision became patchy and your balance began to sway.

Not to your knowledge, he had injected as much tranquilliser into you as one would a tiger. Your enhanced abilities wouldn’t help you with that, you were soon out cold.

The stars shone above you as you and Karli laid back on the bonnet of the car.

“I genuinely believe that you could be the one to change things, Karl.” You said as you munched down on the chocolate bar she had gifted you.

“What are you on about?” Karli furrowed her eyebrows through her smile as she turned her head to face you.

“I mean look what you did for my birthday, just using your powers of persuasion.” You smirked.

“Persuasion isn’t enough to change things.” Karli disagreed.

“You’re right but right now, people need someone to look up to. Half the world is gone and hope isn’t something that's easy to come by anymore.” You stated.

“And you think that person could be me?” Karli scoffed at the idea.

“I think you could do anything you wanted if you put your mind to it.” You broke off a piece of chocolate and handed it to her.

“I think you’re spending too much time around Mama Donya.” Karli took the chocolate and popped it in her mouth.

“We’ll see who’s right one day.” You mused with a small smile. Karli rolled her eyes before trying to steal another piece. “Hey! It’s my birthday present!”

When your eyes finally opened, you realised you were no longer in the sewers.

You were standing but your hands were up above your head, chained to the wall behind you and a large metal strip was around your neck also. You desperately tried to search your surroundings through your mask but the restraints stopped you from moving much.

The room was dark, no windows, a few dim lights dotted around caused the room to seem almost a brown colour and there was little furniture.

You would’ve been a fool if you didn’t noticed the gun on a small table off to the side as well as the medical equipment glistening on a tall metal cart.

Your head throbbed and your mouth held the metallic taste of blood. You tugged at your wrist restraints to test their strength and to your luck they were holding.

“You’re awake.” You heard a thick accented voice when you stopped rattling your chains. “Good.”

The possessor of the voice, your kidnapper, stepped into light and you clocked who it was immediately.

It was Baron Helmut Zemo.

Zemo could not see your face as he had left the mask on you but he could tell from your eyes that you knew who he was.

“I bet you are wondering why you are here. Tied up in this basement.” Zemo started. “Let’s start with introductions, shall we?”

You remained silent.

“My name is Helmut Zemo––”

“––I know who you are.” You retorted.

“Then you know what I am capable of.” Zemo glared at you for the interruption. His hands finding his pockets as his eyes settled on your own.

“I know you’re going to kill me.” You knew of what happened with the Avengers. You knew of Siberia and the destroyed soldiers. You knew of his hate.

“I’m not going to kill you.” Zemo wagged his finger at you. “Not yet at least. No. We have a few things I’d like to discuss first.”

“Like what?” You scowled at the man.

“Like the whereabouts of Karli Morgenthau.”

(PART 2 HERE)

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Promise

Karli Morgenthau x Reader

Like usual, Karli went on the run while her girlfriend stayed behind at the compound. When Karli blew up the GRC, the brunette was nowhere near the television, and those that were didn’t dare tell her. She would find out when the group would be oddly silent upon returning home. Karli quickly pulled her to the side, both nervous and sure of herself.

“Did anyone talk to you yet?” She questioned flickering her eyes between the floor and her girlfriend.

“I was in the room I haven’t seen anyone really. Is everything okay?”

“The GRC blew up.” Her voice wavered. This wasn’t going to go smoothly.

“Oh my god. You could’ve been hurt. What about the supplies? Did they know that we planned to go there.” The questions tumbled out of her mouth as she grabbed the girls hand.

“Listen to me okay, I blew up the GRC.” It took a moment to register, but Karli knew it did when her hand was dropped. She looked up to try and read the emotion but had no success.

“You accidentally tripped a bomb or something?” She tried to rationalize.

“I set the bomb.” She finally admitted.

“Karli…” She breathed with care but that quickly changed. “Are you insane? You could’ve been hurt. You could’ve hurt other people. Please tell me that the building was empty.”

“This is the only language they understand.” She ignored the question. “They need to understand why we are doing this.”

“You are insane. We don’t hurt people.” Her voice was beginning to waver. “Do you really think they will ever listen to us if we injure their soldiers? If we became as much of a problem as they are?”

“They aren’t listening anyway. That is why I did this. We deserve to be heard.”

“So we get louder not blow up buildings. Did you plan this? Were there people in the building?”

“I planned to blow up the car… I just meant to blow the car but it must have spread.” Karli’s confidence was starting to waver. She never wanted to disappoint her girlfriend. She was the one that always had Karli’s back and supported her in every way.

“You did the thing we are against Kar. I don’t know what you want me to say.” She turned to walk away, needing to process the information.

“Don’t walk away, please.” Karli pleaded.

“Me yelling at you isn’t going to change anything and I know that if I stand here all I’m going to do is yell.” She turned and walked into the hall and disappeared. Karli walked off to their shared bedroom to plan the next raid. Happy or not, the needs of the community were more important. The hours blurred together with the redhead eventually growing tired. After some time of laying in the bed, the door creaked open forcing her to whip her head around.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” The brunette said barely above a whisper. She walked to the dresser where they kept their clothes.

“I couldn't sleep. It’s late. I didn’t think you were coming back.” Karli watched her girlfriend slip a shirt, that was undoubtedly Karli’s at one point, over her head.

“I’m here because a long time ago I promised that I would love you forever.” She crawled into the bed. “Don’t make me regret the promise.” Karli rolled over to lay behind her girlfriend, throwing an arm over her center.

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You Promised

Kᴀʀʟɪ Mᴏʀɢᴇɴᴛʜᴀᴜ x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ - she promised she wouldn’t get hurt…

Ever since you heard about Karli's plan you tried to talk her out of it, knowing it would end up in a bit more than a few casualties. You understood her intentions but you thought she was fighting it the wrong way. You blatantly refused to help her with her plan, which resulted in many arguments.

"Why not?" She crossed her arms leaning her weight onto one of her hips.

“Karli you bombed a Global Repatriation Council facility with people still in it! How do you want them to listen when your killing their men and I'm sure as hell they won't listen to you're in jail." Your voice rose, now unable to keep calm.

“It's the only language these people speak," She shrugged, voice monotone but shaky as if she was about to cry. "Walker killed Nico-"

"Karli," You sighed, placing your head in your hands and rubbing your eyes from their exhaustion.

“How do I know they won't kill you?" You gave up with shouting and relaxed your voice as you dropped your hands to the side. Your chest felt heavy, carrying all the worry and stress for the past week. You couldn't bare losing Karli, after all, she took you in as her own when your mother died. She took care of you, made you feel loved again.

Her eyes now brimmed with tears, throat tight as she tried to supress sobs. Her head dropped to look at the ground, no longer able to look you straight in the eyes.

“Look at me," You demanded in a soft tone. "I can't sit around and pretend I'm not worried that you've potentially been shot or stabbed, bleeding to death somewhere where nobody will find you,"

A tear ran down your cheek despite you hardest effort to contain them.

“Don't let me lose another person I love 'cause I won't be able to handle it," She stared at you for a bit, taking in every bit of your body as tears of her own flooded her cheeks. She walked closer to you quickly, enveloping her hands around your neck and sniffling quietly into your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her closer to you as your chin trembled.

She pulled away eventually, looking deep into her eyes.

“I promise I won't die," She whispered. You felt her breath on your face as she leaned in, gently connecting your lips with hers. The kiss was short but full of passion. A kiss that begged for forgiveness.

“Swear?" You breathed. Your arms were still around her waist and her hands caressed your cheeks, wiping tears that had previously fallen. Cold air hit your skin sending shivers down your spine as the two of you stood embraced in an abandoned building. She nodded her head, sending a small but sincere smile as she continuously rubbed her thumbs onto your face. You sighed and nodded, momentarily looking down then back up at your girlfriend's sad expression.

“I can't join you, you know?," You whispered tears threatening to fall again.

“I know," She sniffled but smiled nonetheless. "At least I'll know you'll be safe."

You reached up to interlock one of your hands with hers and pulling her out of the crumbling building.

“Why'd you have to be so stubborn?" You chuckled as the two of you walked through the alleyways towards the shelter.

“You love me really," She squeezed your hand playfully making you smile wide at her.

“You know I do,"

***

“Kar please don't," Streams of tears travelled out of your eyes as you saw Karli pointing her gun at Sam. He stood defenceless before her and you stood too far to do anything, only thing you could do is plead for her not to shoot. Just as she was about to, another round of shots was fired but not from Karli's gun. You snapped your head to where the three shots sounded.

Sharon.

You looked back at where Karli stood 2 seconds prior but she was laying on the floor, gasping for air and clutching onto her stomach.

"NO!" You screamed, lunging towards your girlfriend on the floor. "Hey hey hey," You sniffled gently, cradling her head in your lap.

"Baby stay with me," Her body was shivering from pain, trying her best to look up at you through her eyelashes.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)," She wheezed.

“It's okay. Stay with me please." You whispered attempting to smile.

“You promised me you wouldn't die, remember?" You caressed her cheek with she did previously at the abandoned building. Replaying and cherishing small memories that you once experienced with Karli.

“I love y- you so much,"

“No Kar don't you dare, please." Sobs involuntarily escaping your mouth and Sam was suddenly by your side.

“Please Karli," You begged stroking her skin gently. You could physically see the life draining out of her, her face losing it's colour as blood escaped her system through the three bullet holes in her stomach.

Both of you knew she wouldn't make it even if Sam attempted to get help. You held your girlfriends body as close as you could to your own, protecting her last moments alive with your entire being, whispering sweet nothings into her ears gently to make sure she felt safe.

“I love you so much," You cried, putting your nose into her hair sniffing in her scent in for the last time.

THE END

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assassin: убийца. chapter one

before

“двигаться! подвинь это! подонок…”

Why is the big man pushing me?

“выходи из машины!”

It’s so dark. Where am I?

“встать в очередь!”

There are other girls like me.

“представься дрейкову!”

Where’s my mom?

“салют!”

The big men holding guns stand still as a fancy car pulls into the abandoned lot. One of the scary men opens the passenger door, where an older man gets out, eyes narrowed. He scans the crowd, hands in his suit pockets. Some of the big solider men talk to him quietly, and he nods along.

You’re in the middle of the line of girls against a brick wall. Most of the girls are taller and older than you. You heard some girls whispering in the dark of the cattle car that they’re eight or nine. You’re six, and you remember your age well, since mom always asked you to hold up the number six with your fingers.

Where’s my mom?

Mom, please help me…

The big man with his hands in his pockets begins to move down the line of girls. Sometimes he makes them turn around, move their heads, jump up and down, or even punch his palm. Your eyes begin to fill up with tears as he gets closer to you. You can feel it in your bones that he is an evil man.

He stops before you, his eyes unchanging, but he grins, revealing teeth.

“How old are you?”

His voice is enveloped in a deep accent, the r’s rolling and it’s frightening. You have a hard time understanding him, but you murmur, “Six,” while holding up the number on your fingers.

He laughs. It’s deep also, but you could tell it was mean and not a nice laugh. His eyes are glowing under the streetlights.

“You’re so short and little. Convince me to let you live.”

He holds up his hand, almost mockingly, but you ignore the hand and go for the balls. You saw a cartoon episode about it, on the old tv that barely showed color, and when you asked your mom, she laughed and said to do that when you’re in trouble. She had wrapped you in a hug, whispering,

“Even though it’s funny, kicking boys in that spot can help you when you’re in trouble.”

You’re in so much trouble.

The man grunts when your foot meets his crotch, and he stumbles. Soldiers rush to his assistance, but he waves them off angrily.

“сука!” He barks. “What a bitch. But not to worry. You’ve convinced me. I’ll make you obey me.” He grips your face in his hands as he talks, his hot breath making you almost gag.

When it’s time to pick the girls who will go with him and the leave the rest to die, you’re chosen first. He takes your hand in his right and another girl’s in his left. He leads you all away from the screams of dying girls.

after

“Damn it,” you hiss, smacking the tablet. You know it won’t do any good, but you felt a bit better after taking some anger out on it. The tablet has been glitching all morning, making your job so much harder. Currently, it’s frozen, displaying your current information on the Flagsmashers.

What a shitty name, you think.

There wasn’t much intel on them as you’d like. You’ve been keeping an eye on them; trying to follow their footsteps throughout Eastern Europe for a few weeks. You’ve memorized their shipment patterns, recognized members, and identified supporters of the Flagsmashers and where they live all in that time.

All in your efforts to make amends. To prove you’re American, to “earn” your citizenship. Ever since you helped Natasha that one time when she was on the run with Captain America, government officials have been breathing down your neck. And ever since Natasha died, they’ve been in your face even more, requesting that you take over the Black Widow mantle and to join the Avengers.

Like hell.

You’re perfectly content being a free agent, doing missions alone. Like now. And if you succeed, you get American citizenship and you’re fucking done with this, putting your assassin skills to work. It’s all the same, anyway. Working for Russia, then Captain America, then the US. You’re tired and over it.

There’s a big difference, though, working for the US compared to Russia. Not killing people. Not being an assassin. Just a free agent, ordered to take down threats of the state. In your mind, it’s basically “maim people who are enemies,” but you’ve been avoiding hurting people like you were controlled to do in Russia. Now, you just…knock them out.

The tablet’s screen flickers slightly, and you watch it intently as you sit in the rafters of this old warehouse somewhere in Munich. It’s a brisk morning, but your suit surprisingly keeps you warm. It’s the same one you’ve worn all these years, even though it carries a weight with you. You keep that weight locked away, but it doesn’t mean it’s gone forever. You’ve killed a lot of people in this suit. But it gets shit done and it’s familiar.

You hunch over the tablet, very close to throwing it down to the ground below. You shake it angrily while cursing, but you’re glad that the Flagsmashers aren’t here to see you this pissed off. That’s the thing about not being under mine control anymore. Your emotions and choices are so new and fucking real, and you have no idea what to do. What’s keeping you from going crazy is this mission.

Right on cue, you hear the roar of truck engines approaching the warehouse. And as you thought, they pull in, and begin to taking all the medicine they could get. You remain hidden above and in the back, keeping notes of who is who and if anyone resurfaced from when you saw them in the past. And there’s Karli.

You think her name is Karli. You heard someone say the name and she turned around, it was somewhere in Slovakia. You think. Either way, you assume she’s the leader, based on everyone’s body language around her and how they speak to her.

The tablet is finally beginning to work, and you type in new information and questions. What are they doing with all the medicine? And where the hell did they get the serum to make them super soldiers?

When you first realized that they were super soldiers, you were surprised. The only ones you met was Steve, and then the Winter Soldier when he was also forced to train with young widows. You remember the pain when fighting him, but you doubt he remembers you at all. You’re just one person in his memories of millions.

Your main goal is to figure out where they all got the serum. Damn, it could be from anywhere, and you have no idea where to start. Obviously, ever since the Red Room fell, your contacts were all killed or ran away from widows trying to get revenge, and they’re in hiding. And the widows are too busy to keep in constant contact with you.

You’re probably the only widow who abandoned the Red Room altogether, trying to bury the past where it belongs. You don’t want to spend your life hunting the men and women who made your existence a living hell. You’re sure that the Widows are giving them just that, anyway. That’s enough revenge for you, knowing that the widows are out there with free will.

The Flagsmashers are taking their time with loading up. You’re almost done with collecting intel, anyway. Besides, your orders were to collect information for the new Captain America, and to not engage.

God, John Walker is a piece of…work. You’ve never met him, it’s his first mission, but you could tell from watching him on TV that he’s just a poser. He’s probably on his way now. You send the information over to his tablet and decide it’s best to head out. As you’re tucking your tablet away, footsteps coming from your escape route make you freeze.

You don’t move or breathe, just watch as two people-men-come through the door quietly, obviously after the Flagsmashers. You recognize Sam Wilson immediately. When you helped Natasha that one time, you met everyone in Steve’s little band of criminals. It takes you a moment to recognize the Winter Soldier, however. His hair is remarkably shorter, and his metal arm isn’t silver with the infamous red star.

They’re walking into a trap. Either warn them or stay hidden.

Shit.

You flip backwards and land in a crouch on the ground so silently that the two men don’t even notice. They’re bickering amongst themselves and glaring, making you sigh. This team up isn’t working out, and it risks the success of this mission that you’ve been working on for weeks.

You tap on Sam’s shoulder, hard, making him seemingly jump sky high. But when he sees your face, he relaxes.

“Jesus, Y/N, don’t do that.”

“Hi, Sam, hi, Winter Soldier. I assume you’re here for the Flagsmashers?”

“Straight to the point as always, Y/N,” Sam shakes his head slightly, moving his gaze back towards the Flagsmashers. “It’s good to see you. How have you been holding up?”

“I’m okay. Look, John Walker is coming shortly to interfere with the Flagsmashers route, so I’d advise to maybe stay out of this one,” you explain. “Besides, they’re super soldiers. You can’t take them all.”

Sam’s mouth opens in surprise.

“And before you ask, I have no idea where they got the serum.”

“They’re going to leave, with the hostage,” the Winter Soldier interrupts.

“Wait, what hostage?” You squint at him, but it’s too late. The Winter Soldier takes off without another glance, and Sam sighs.

“You coming or what?”

“Only if you give me a lift.”

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ferns-and-raspberries · 2 years

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My Girl

High school au: Jock! Karli x fem nerd/geek! reader

Y/n- Your name, L/N- Last name

A/N: So this is the long-awaited Karli fic and I hope it was worth the wait :)

"Hey L/N," a voice said making you look up from your book "Sorry, can I help you?" you asked looking up at Karli Morgenthau, the quarterback of the school's football team the Flag Smashers.

"We're partners?" she said pointing at the blackboard with a small chuckle "Oh, of course," you said giving her an awkward smile while moving your bag off the desk beside you wondering why in the world you had to be paired with her of all people.

"So which dead guy should we pick?" she joked while you flipped through the packet of 18th-century poets your teacher had given you the option to research.

"Well it's first come first serve but I'd say the best three to do are Samuel Jonhson, Phillis Wheatley and Thomas Gray," you said looking to her for an opinion.

"Sounds good to me," she said with a smile getting up as the bell rang leaving as quickly as she'd come making you roll your eyes.

"So she just walked off?" your friend questioned while the two of you sat down for lunch.

"Yeah! but the worst part is that is due next week and I am not doing this all by myself" you stressed while your friend laughed making you quirk an eyebrow.

"What? What's so funny?" "It's just that-" she started t say smiling "You don't even know anything about her, who's to say that she won't be a good partner?" they said making you scoff "Firstly, she's on the football team and you know how they are, and she kinda seems more brawn than brain," you said while you friend snorted "But you remember what happened last time Kile partnered with her?" you said making them slowly nod.

"Just give her a try, what's the worst that could happen?"

"Hey partner," Karli said throwing herself into the seat beside you rather than move halfway through class like she had done both classes prior.

Looking up from your computer said a quick greeting before getting down to business.

"So I'm assuming you didn't get my text?" you said while she opened up her laptop "Um, yes?" she said looking through her phone quickly while you could only roll your eyes while ending the paragraph you were writing.

"So you want me to cover the slideshow?" she said sharing the document with you "Yeah, I've already started the Summery because this is due next Friday and it's already Wednesday," you said while she started fiddling with the fonts "I can do that," she said with a warm smile.

"We don't have to present this right?" she said trying to make conversation "Luckily we don't because this would be a lot to read" you laughed while she scanned what you had so far over your shoulder.

"We're gonna nail this," she said gently shaking your shoulder before turning back to her laptop leaving you to stare at the mess of red curls that surrounded her head like a halo.

"Well partner, there's the bell," she said startling you out of your daydream making you turn to face her.

"What class you go next?" she said with a charming grin "Um, Geography" "Shit, I have metal shop," she said with a frown before lighting up "It's on the way! let me walk you," she said handing you your bag while putting your laptop on top of hers making you let a surprised laugh.

"Sure?" you said while she held the door open for you. You could get used to this.

Later that night after knocking off a chunk of the summery that was slowly turning into an essay, you stretched your legs before going down to the kitchen to find something to eat.

After searching the cupboards and fridge and deciding on something your phone dinged as you were putting it on a plate.

Taking your plate with you back to your room you smiled while kicking off your slippers.

You were going to a high school party and you kinda had a date.

Walking up the sidewalk beside the house that party was at, you gave yourself a once over and a pat on the back for picking out a cute outfit while scanning the cars along the side of the road for Karli's truck.

Walking through the front door was almost like entering a different realm, the lights were dim and the house was beyond crowded while the loud music pounded making you feel slightly out of place even though you recognized most of the faces in the crowd.

After deciding it was best to keep your shoes on you started to squeeze through the crowd when you felt your phone vibrate-

Locking your phone while trying to get around the drunk teens and sweaty bodies you slowly moved toward the kitchen.

Slowly swerving through the few people in your way you saw Karli over the shoulder of some guy from your English class and god did she ever look good. Sporting a pair of baggy ripped jeans, a white wifebeater and her letterman jacket, she looked absolutely gorgeous while she slowly sipped on whatever was in the cup she held loosely while talking to some other jock you didn't know.

Looking towards you with a huge smile she grabbed another cup and jogged over while shouldering a few people out of the way.

"Hey! there you are, I was starting to think you'd ditched me" she said handing you a cup filled with red liquid.

"It tastes good just don't question what's in it," she said holding it out to you while looking you up and down while you said a small thank you.

"Damn L/N, you clean up good," she said over the music, walking a slow circle around you with a smirk while you yelled back "You don't look half bad yourself" while taking a rather large sip of the drink, making her chuckle.

"You wanna dance?" she yelled after downing the rest of her drink and setting the empty cup on the counter beside you.

"Um, sure but my drink?" you leaned in to say while she took the cup gently from your hand before saying "We'll just get you a new one later" while taking your chin lightly and tilting the cup to your lips, making your eyes widen while she wiped a remaining drop from your lip; before setting it aside and grabbing your waist to lead you to the dance floor while you tried to process what had just happened.

Being out on the dance floor with Karli was like nothing you had ever experienced before.

It had started out with the two of you slightly dancing and the occasional twirl from her to now when a heavier song had come on and her chest was now pressed flat against your back, her hands placed dangerously low on your waist while yours slide from on top of her hands to reaching back to her neck while she pulled you to grind on her.

It was like a blur. Her breath on your collarbone and whispers of the sensual song into your ear while her right hand toyed with the hem of your shirt while you leaned your head back onto her left shoulder. feeling her boldly place light kisses up your neck and behind your right ear.

You weren't even sure where the line of partners to friends to whatever this was had been crossed but you sure as hell weren't looking back now as you felt her grind into your ass and whisper "I need a drink" while dragging you off the dancefloor with intertwined hands and what felt like another kiss to the shell of your ear.

Leaning into her side, sweaty and breathless, she handed you another cup while putting an arm around your shoulder she leaned down to say "You having a good time pumpkin?" which was an oddly sweet contrast to the pounding in your ears and heart.

Rolling your head to look at her while the two of you caught your breath against the same counter as before, you leaned up to say "Yeah but I could use another drink" making her smirk and leave your side only to return carrying shots of either vodka or tequila.

"I figured you could use something stronger, although I could still get you some punch!" she yelled over the sudden screams from where the keg was set up in the backyard making you smile a the kind gesture "I'll be good with these" you smiled back while taking two of the four shots out of her hand.

Yep, defiantly tequila.

Downing the two quickly with a small wince, she raised the first to her lips before realizing she still had to drive, putting them on the counter behind her without you noticing.

Someone had to be the designated driver and it sure as hell wasn't gonna be you from the looks of it.

"I'm getting hungry, let's find some food!" you smiled, grabbing her hand to lead her towards where you saw a small crowd at the other side of the kitchen, not even thinking twice as the alcohol started to kick in.

"Okay," she laughed letting you drag her along only to be met with empty chip bowls and two guys arm wrestling.

Frowning she led you back through the crowd, shouldering her way through the intoxicated youth towards the front door.

"Where we going?" you asked lightly tugging on her hand to try and slow her fast steps that were far above your slightly drunken limit.

Turning around with a roll of her eyes and a smile, she lightly grabbed your waist with just enough pressure that you could push it off if you wished, disregarding the fact that you had ground your ass into her only several minutes prior.

Squeezing against her hip, you opened the front door once again repeating the question wondering why she hadn't answered and only stared at your face.

Humming as the two of you walked down the driveway together in a way that no one could have mistaken you for friends, she nudged you right of the house, down the side walked while telling you about a 24hour diner she knew of on the other side of town.

"I can't walk that far!" you gasped "That's like a 45-minute walk" you sassed separating yourself from her to look her in the eye.

"Yeah but it's a 20-minute drive," she said curling a lock of your hair around her finger.

Slowly approaching an old pick up she turned to you with a smile.

"Well? you getting in or am I leaving your ass here?" she said encouraging you to get in the passenger seat of the truck.

"You know I wouldn't leave you here right?" she said putting the keys in the ignition while you played with the window settings "I didn't think you would but then again I didn't think you'd talk to me tonight" you mumbled, instantly regretting what you had said while she flicked through the dials on the dashboard trying to find a suitable song.

"What are you talking about?" she asked looking at you like you had grown two heads.

"I'm the one who invited you remember? like we hung out all night and danced?" she said thinking you were being ridiculous while you wondered if you could even call what the two of you had done dancing.

"Well yeah, but-" "But what?" she laughed "You're- we just- I wasn't sure if it was some kind of joke okay? like we don't exactly run in the same circle," you said trying to casual and not ruin whatever the two of you had going.

"Really?" she said glancing over towards you while pulling at the old seat belt that only went around her hips "I just... thought you were really cool and-" she stopped herself to smile while looking left to turn "I'd kinda hoped you'd think I was," she said bashfully while pulling out onto the road.

"You think- I'm cool?" you said skeptically while displaying a look of disbelief.

"I wouldn't be driving you to go get food at my favourite restaurant at 11:34 if I didn't," she said checking the time with a smile after finally finding a song she liked, We fell in love in October by girl in red.

Singing along as if she hadn't just dropped this bomb on you, she looked directly at you as she sang the chorus.

"You will be my girl

My girl, my girl, my girl

You will be my world

My world, my world, my world

You will be my girl"

Smiling at her you sang along, wondering while you watched her cherry lips, if they held any meaning or if she was simply a viral song.

Only to become more conflicted when the chorus came on again and she turned it up and sang louder.

God, you wished you were sober.

Then maybe, just maybe you would be able to tell if this night was more than platonic, maybe if you were sober you'd have noticed her slowly inching her hand towards yours before pulling it back toward her to once again flick through the stations after your song had ended.

By the time the two of you had arrived at the diner you were almost certain she liked you or had at least been hitting on you.

Because truthfully, even with two shots of tequila and a glass of punch on an empty stomach you couldn't come up with a hetero explanation for anything that had taken place, and you were sick of pretending that the schools quarterback was straight and that you hadn't developed feelings for said quarterback in the month time the two of you had been partners.

Now seated in a booth, sipping on ice water while Karli chewed on the straw of hers you looked up for your menu with a sigh "What are you gonna order?" you asked unsure you what to get.

Looking up at you she hesitated for a moment "I think I'm gonna have to go with a burger and milkshake, they've got the best ones in town" she said with a smirk.

"You?" "Laughing you scratched your head as the waiter came to take your order just saying you'd have to same, saying that if Karli had ordered it must be good.

While the town of you talked as the jukebox played you were both suddenly startled by the loud engines and horns of a group of cars entering the parking lot only to see Karli cringe out of the corner of your eye.

"You wanna get this to go?" she said trying to hail a waitress while you paused eating your fries "Why would we go? we just got our food?" you said sober enough to understand something was wrong.

Only did you realize something was wrong when the door to the diner swung open, Karli didn't want her football friends to see her with you.

Scoffing, while you started to tell Karli off saying that you 'understood' that she wouldn't want to be seen with you because you weren't some pretty cheerleader like the rest of the football team significant others, Karli panicked grabbing your hand and trying to explain just as the team and their girls came up by the side of the table.

"Ay Karli- Who's this little lady?" one of the guys you believed was named Dovitch said leaning down towards Karli with a brunette under his arm.

"This-this is Y/n," Karli said almost... nervous? while Dovitch laughed pointing at you with a smile, "Y/n? the Y/n?" he said looking around to the others "Well I'm honoured to finally make you acquaintance" he said shaking your hand while you gave him an unsure smile while spying one of the girlfriends whispering to her guy "Like the one she talks about all the time?".

At this point, you were glancing at Karli who looked more sheepish than anything while the girl's boyfriend had nudged in the side her signalling her to shut it.

So as the team invited themselves to eat with the two of you after the awkward introductions you found yourself holding Karli's hand under the table while the two of you made conversation with what was left of the group seeing as it was getting late before Karli excused the two of you saying she had to get you home.

Back in Karli's truck, a comfortable silence had settled over you while your stomach churned trying to figure out where to go from here.

As if she knew what you were thinking she lowered to radio's volume slightly while taking her eyes off the road to look into yours.

"So I know my friend can be a... bit much" she with a sigh while making a left turn "Well yes but their all very nice," you said while she giggled slightly "Well I'm glad you think so cause I didn't want them to scare you off," you said while it all clicked into place, you couldn't believe you had ever thought she was ashamed of you.

"Karli I'm really sorry for what I said earlier, I just- we're kinda, really different and I just assumed you wouldn't want them meeting me," you said trying to be nonchalant while she smirked.

"No worries Pumpkin, I accept your apology," she said acting smug while you snorted telling her to shut up.

And that Monday when you walked into school wearing her Varsity jacket with the name Morgenthau scrawled out in bold letters across the back it was certain in everyone's mind as she came up behind you giving you a kiss on the cheek in the cafeteria that day-

You- were her girl.

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cyarikaaa · 3 years

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Stupid Girl

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pairings: karli morgenthau x female! reader

requested by anon: I was wondering if you could do a Karli Morgenthau x female reader where the reader gets captured by john walker and is questioned for her relation to Karli.

word count: 1,103

warning(s): kidnapping, lots of talk about blood!! descriptions of violence + gore but a little fluff to make up for it at the end <3

a/n: how to cope with the death of karli 101. also if you'd like to check out the music i was listening to while writing this click here

+ thank you to @frostedfavesmain for being my beta reader much love to you!!

You wished you could've gone back to how things were last night. You and Karli had snuggled under some spare dirty sheets offered to you by the owner's of the safe house the Flag Smashers, you included, were staying at.

You're so stupid. You should have taken that stupid serum when you had the chance. Maybe if you had, you wouldn't be here, wherever you were.

As you came to, it was dark, the smell of blood floated through the air. You didn't know whose it was but suspected it was yours, your shirt felt suspiciously damp. You squinted, barely making out the silhouette of a figure that was coming closer to where you lay on the ground. The cold metal around your wrists that chained you to the pole stung while your headache threatened to split your head open.

"Good morning," the dark figure seethed loudly causing your ears to ring.

Suddenly, you remembered everything. You had gone out to get more medical supplies, Karli had insisted that she should tag along just in case but you had been stubborn.

"You're the one who's wanted here, not me, I'm just a medic. No one will notice, I promise," you had insisted, while she hugged you tight, and Karli had finally relented letting you wander into town alone.

One thing had led to another, and now you were stuck in a dark room with John Walker.

"You disgust me," you spat out, attempting to break free of your bonds while he just sneered at your pain. "You're no Captain America, and you never will be, you murderer!" you snarled. You must've hit a nerve, because as soon as you finished that last sentence he grabbed you by the shirt and slapped you hard across the face.

"I don't want to hear a word from you, unless you want to end up dead like your little friend. I know what you mean to Karli," Walker growled angrily.

"And what is that?" you mocked, your eyes adjusting to the dark. He held his bloody shield on one arm, the other fisted your shirt. You could smell the stench of sweat and blood on him, you tried to twist out of his grasp but was unsuccessful.

Where was Karli? You were sure she would be able to tell you were missing by now, the amount of blood, your blood, that was on the floor most likely meant you had been here for a couple hours, possibly even a day or two.

"Are you not listening to me you stupid girl?" he snapped, his voice echoing while the veins on his forehead were now clearly visible. He shook with anger, and you knew you had made a mistake. Expecting for him to hurt you, you were shocked when instead, he took a step back towards the wall and took a deep breath, "I'll give you one more chance before I ruin that pretty face of yours."

Your act was up, you both knew it. Either you gave him the information he wanted, or you too would end up dead. "What do you want?"

"Let's start off with something easy. Who are you?" he questioned while pacing through the room. Every once in a while he would tense up and shake it off. The serum.

After a moment of silence he repeated his question again, angrier this time, "I asked, who are you!"

You stuttered, "A m-medic. I'm not important." You knew it was wishful thinking, but maybe he would let you go once he realized just how unimportant you were.

"No," he interrupted your thoughts, "You're not telling me everything." He stopped his pacing and looked at you, "Sure, you don't matter to the cause. But what about Morgenthau?"

"What about her?" you chose your next words carefully, "What are you insinuating? I barely know her, she keeps to herself most of the time."

"Do you think I'm stupid, girl?" Walker was evidently done as he stepped closer to where you were, "I gave you another chance, guess you just lost it." He continued to shout as his face got redder, "You're here so I can avenge Lamar. You remember him don't you?"

"I-" you began to say only to be interrupted.

"Shut it. I don't want to hear another word. Unlike Karli, at least I gave you some mercy. But now, I'll be able to hit her where it hurts," he swore as he grabbed you, "An eye for an eye."

You couldn't speak, too scared as you watched him grab his shield, and aware of just how much your body ached. You hoped he'd at least make it quick, but as he brought down the shield a gunshot rang out.

You didn't realize you had closed your eyes until they suddenly opened. You took a breath in, "Karli?"

"Morgenthau!" bellowed Walker, as he dropped your body on to the ground and turned around to attack the masked woman. You watched as she, and several other Flag Smashers attacked him from different positions, the serum not being of much help to him now.

As soon as she was confident the others had him handled, she quickly ran over to you and got to work freeing you from your restraints. The red head watched as you attempted to step forward, but instead fumbled, too weak to walk on your own. Instantly swooping you into her arms, "Hey, hey! Don't fall asleep on me now," she scolded as your eyes threatened to close.

You looked up at her and sighed, "'M not. Just resting my eyes."

"No, I know that trick," groaned Karli, "Y'know I basically invented that line."

You let out a broken sounding laugh at that. "Now you're my medic." She laughed at that as you mentally recalled the countless times she had tried to assure you that she was just "resting her eyes" after many failed missions.

"A shit one, to be fair," Karli said as she kissed your forehead. When she finally found her way outside, she refused to put you down. You squinted as the sun hit your eyes, the stench of blood and sweat finally starting to disappear from the air.

As your eyes adjusted to the sign you got a good look at her, her eyes were red and blood stained her jacket, yet her hair still somehow looked perfect and was glowing in the sunlight.

"What'd he do to you?" she murmured as you tried to reach her forehead to smooth out the lines between her brows.

"Nothing I couldn't handle," you assured her. "I'll be okay, we'll be okay."

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mads-weasley · 3 years

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Legacy Pt. 5: Stay in Character

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Series Masterlist

A/N: Hey y’all! I hope you’ve had a great week! Sorry for the large gap between these few parts. I have been swamped on schoolwork because of AP exams coming up. I do not own any of these characters except (y/n)! Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Zemo has one plan to get to the source of the serum in Madripoor; the winter soldier. After a fiasco in low-town, the three of you run into an old ally who is willing to help you in your mission.

Warnings: mentions of blood, typical cannon violence, angst, some fluff

(y/n) - your name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/h/c) - your hair color

Italics - flashbacks

(Y/n)'s pov:

As I was slowly waking up, I hear the words I never wanted to hear; “James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Suddenly wide awake, I shoot up out of my chair.

“No! Absolutely not! Bucky, you’re not him anymore!”

“Hey, take it easy, (y/n/n). You’re still hurt.” Bucky says softly. “As much as I hate it too, it’s the only way, doll.”

“You’re serious? James, come on! This is the same Zemo who made you fight all of us in 2016!”

Bucky stands up from his chair and walks towards me, gently grabbing my uninjured arm. He leads me away from the cabin and into the small kitchen where we could have some privacy. To my surprise, he immediately envelopes me into a hug, careful of my injuries.

Burying my face in his shoulder, I quietly ask, “Bucky, how are you actually feeling about this?

“I’m okay.” I know he’s lying because I can physically feel him tense up at the question.

“James...”

“I’m terrified, (y/n). The last time I was him, I fought you, Steve, and the other Avengers.....I know I just have to act like him, but it just brings me back there.”

I pull away so I can look him in the eyes. “You didn’t have a choice then, but you do now. You’re finally in a good place. Please don’t do this, Buck.”

“I hate this, but I have to. It’s the only way to find out where the serum is coming from.”

I sigh, stepping back from him to lean against the counter. “If I can’t change your mind, I’m coming with you.”

His expression hardened. “No. Absolutely not. You’re still hurt. You still have to wear a sling and have a cast on your hand!”

To make a point, I quickly take my arm out of my sling before he could stop me.

“Damn it, (y/n)!”

“See?” I move my arm around in a circle, biting back a groan because of the pain radiating from my bicep. “I’m fine!”

“You’re so damn stubborn!” He huffs before storming out of the room.

I can’t believe he’s actually going this, and I really don’t know why he’s trusting Zemo. I can’t help but think back to Berlin and all the problems surrounding our “Civil War.”

Zemo’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. “James has informed me that you are going to be accompanying us to Madripoor. Here is your attire for the mission.” I take the dress he was holding out to me and hold it up to my figure.

“It doesn’t leave much to imagination, does it?”

“You will have to play as Smiling Tiger’s date. Sam will be playing him, and James and I will be playing as ourselves.”

Scoffing at the fact Zemo thinks Bucky is only the Winter Soldier, I turn and walk into the bathroom to get changed.

The dress is upper thigh length, form fitting, dark green, and completely covered in sequins. It has a plunging neckline that makes me very self conscious of my physique. As I’m looking in the mirror, my mind wanders to the last time I got dressed up like this. Nat and I had went out for a girls night just a few weeks before the tragic mission in Lagos. She always had told me that I had to be willing to go out of my comfort zone for missions and just everyday life. Our current situation definitely qualifies as out of my comfort zone.

With every movement of my arm, it sends sharp pains through my bicep. I sneak into the kitchen and take more pain medicine without anyone else seeing, then go back to the bathroom. When I was almost done fixing my hair and makeup, I hear a knock on the door.

“Here are some shoes.” It was Bucky. I can tell he is still angry at me but I really don’t care. There’s no way I would let him go anywhere with Zemo without me, even if Sam was there.

“Thanks.” I open the door and grab the shoes as I walk past him. He grabs my uninjured hand, stopping my movement. I turn towards him and I was not expecting the look I got from him. It was like his anger had faded away as soon as he saw me.

“Wow. You look so beautiful, doll. I really like that on you.” His warmth filled eyes roamed my body and lingered where the dress was tightest on my curves. That was when I noticed the uniform he was wearing. It was very similar to the actual Winter Soldier vest that Bucky wore in D.C.

“Thanks James. I wish I could say I like yours.”

“I know. I don’t like it either.....look, I’m sorry about earlier. I just don’t want you getting hurt again.”

I nod as I sit on the seat to look at the heels he gave me. They were four inch black block heels with ankle straps. Surprisingly, they fit me perfect. Standing up, I pull the dress down, trying to cover as much exposed skin as I can.

Bucky looked like he was about to say something but stopped at the sight of Sam walking in the room. I look over to him and immediately start laughing. He was wearing a dark red suit with yellow circles and all types of decorations.

Looking to over to Bucky, I continue to laugh as a smile cracks on his face.

“Shut up, (y/l/n).”

Zemo walks in. “Time to go.”

Bucky and I haven’t said much to each other since his apology. We’re currently walking on a bridge, making our way to Madripoor.

“We have to do something about this. I'm the only one who looks like a pimp.” Sam complains.

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you're supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.” My eyes widen and a laugh threatens to leave my lips at Zemo’s words.

“He even has a bad nickname.” Zemo leans over and shows Sam a picture of Smiling Tiger on his phone. “Hell, he does look like me, though.

As I take a deep breath, my nose burns from some horrid scent. “You smell this?”

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?”

A car approaches us and stops about 10 feet ahead of us. As we all walk towards the car, Zemo starts talking again.

“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There's no margin for error. High Town's that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town's the other way.”

Bucky opens his mouth for the first time in a while. “Let me guess. We don't have any friends in High Town.”

He gets no response as Zemo gets into the car and waits for the rest of us to get in. Bucky opens the door for me and gently grabs my hand.

“Please be careful. And know I’m sorry for whatever I may have to do.”

“Always, James.” I lean up and kiss him on the cheek before getting in the car, where he gets in next to me.

Arriving in the club, I could practically feel every man’s eyes on me. It made me feel so objectified, and Sam caught onto this. He pulled me closer to him by my waist and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” into my ear. Looking over at Bucky, I see that it’s hard for him to keep his cool at all of these men looking me up and down. Even though he is frustrated with me, and vice versa, we're still together, regardless of how new it is. We make eye contact for a short second and his eyes convey a thousand emotions.

As we’re walking through the club, the people surrounding us start to notice and chatter about who was with us; the Winter Soldier. Finally making it to the bar, a bartender approaches us, looking at Sam.

“Hello, gentlemen...and lady. Wasn't expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

Seeing Sam somewhat panic, Zemo saves him. “His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.”

“What would you like, sweetheart?”

I clear my throat, “Just water please.” He gives me a weird look but hands me a glass.

This time he turns to Sam. “The usual?”

He nods and the bartender turns around and grabs a snake from a jar on a shelf. Sam looks at me with wide eyes as I suppress another laugh. The man cuts into the snake’s stomach, grabs something out of it, and drops it into the glass.

“Ah. Smiling Tiger, your favorite.” Zemo jabs with a smirk.

Looking extremely uncomfortable, Sam picks up his drink. “I love these.”

“Cheers, Conrad.” They clink their glasses together and Zemo drinks his shot straight away. Sam, on the other hand, just puts the glass to his lips. Getting a whiff of the strong stench, he groans, moving it to his eye level.

“Mmm.” He brings it to his lips once again but hesitates on drinking it. With a final, groan, he downs the drink while I just sip my water, trying not to laugh. Bucky subtly nods and looks away with a tiny smirk in order to stop himself from laughing too.

Eyeing Sam suspiciously, the bartender walks away. Immediately, our attention is stolen by a bald man with a bushy beard.

“I got word from on high. You ain't welcome here.”

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me...” Zemo gestures mover to Bucky.

“New haircut?” The man asks.

Taking a breath, Zemo finishes, “Or bring Selby for a chat.”

With that, the man walks away and I find myself drawing closer and closer to Sam out of fear of what might soon happen. Zemo turns towards Bucky as he grumbles.

“A power broker? Really?”

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let's just pray we stay under his radar.” This is the first time I’ve ever seen Zemo even moderately scared over a potential adversary.

Sensing there was something he wasn’t telling us, I break my silence. “Do you know him?”

“Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.”

Within a few seconds of Zemo’s comment, another burly man walks towards us. As soon as the Baron started speaking Russian, I knew what was about to happen, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. The only thing I could do was hold onto Sam and try not to act like it bothered me.

“Зимний солдат. Атака.”

When the man placed his hand on Zemo’s shoulder, Bucky sprang into action, grabbing his hand and clotheslining him. As more men ran towards him, he continued to take them out.

Zemo leaned over to Sam and I, whispering, “Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.”

At his comment, I almost punched him but Sam gripped my waist tighter, warning me not to. As if he felt my blood pressure rising, Bucky ended the fight by slamming a man onto the counter with his hand around the guy’s neck. Suddenly, guns were being cocked all around us and Sam placed a hand on Bucky’s vibranuim arm.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.” Warns Zemo in a whisper.

He turns to Bucky. “Молодец, солдат.”

The whole bar is silent until the bartender from earlier breaks it. “Selby will see you now.”

Bucky slowly lets go of the wheezing man who then falls onto the floor. He quickly looks over at me with a look I can’t identify except as shame. I wish I could run to him and give him a hug, saying everything is okay. Sadly, we have roles to play.

As Sam and I walk closer to him, Sam asks, “You good?” All James does in response is inhale sharply and nod quickly before walking away. Having enough of the act, I reach out for his hand. I’m quickly stopped by Zemo who gives me a death stare that reads, “Stay in character.” As much as I hate it, he’s right. Taking my place on Sam’s arm, I silently pray nothing else will go wrong in our mission.

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graktung · 1 year

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DANCING ROUND AN EMPTY ROOM - karli morgenthau

pairing: karli morgenthau x reader (no pronouns used)

warnings: none

word count: 1.2k

author notes: hope you enjoy! writing a part 2 so stay tuned

from what you could tell, it was about 11pm, and the old church that the flag smashers had taken over was quiet. most people had headed to their tents, using small side rooms to set up and keep warm, but you were not tired yet, and began exploring.

the church was only half intact, and the main hall had part of the ceiling missing, along with sections of the walls, however, it was surprisingly calming; being able to see the plants growing into the structure, it becoming one with nature again.

you sat down, pulled out a barely working phone and put on your favourite song at a low volume, wanting to fully embrace the time you had before needing to give into sleep. the air was cold, but peaceful; it reminded you of life before the flag smashers, when the only time you’d hear owls like you were now, was when school started way too early in the morning. safe to say you didn’t miss it, but there was something about being a child again that didn’t seem so bad, and looking up at the same stars you always had reminded you of that.

while the walls of the church were thick, you still heard footsteps coming from behind you, interrupting your thoughts, and turned around to meet the person’s eyes, ready for whoever it was to shout at you to turn the music off and go to bed, but when you looked up, you saw karli, and while there was still a possibility she’d say all that, you knew it was unlikely- she may have been the leader of the flag smashers, but she still had soft spots, and you were easily the top one.

she slowed her movements, but continued walking over to you, not saying a word- all the words were unspoken between the two of you.

“care to dance?” you asked her, half-joking but completely serious at the same time.

she just chuckled and lent a hand out for you to take, rising up from your position on the floor and placing your hands on her shoulders. thankfully, the playlist you had put on was slow, and fit the atmosphere of dancing at midnight with your secret love in an abandoned church.

well, secret love might be a bit far…you did love her, that’s for sure, but whether she felt the same was not. she did, of course, but you were unaware, though karli didn’t know how you were so oblivious, because in her mind, she was as obvious about it as the moon against the night sky- the way she looked at you, everyone could tell, but no one dared say anything, scared that you two were already together and just keeping it quiet, yet you had no idea, you were the only one who didn’t see the way she gazed at you, completely and irrevocably in love with you.

karli snuck her arms around your waist as an attempt to pull you out of your thoughts, asking “why are you still up?” to which you responded “i could ask you the same” but upon realising she wouldn’t give it up until you did, you spoke again, pulling yourself into her, linking your arms around her neck and laying your head on her shoulder, “couldn’t sleep”

she scoffed, knowing you didn’t even go to your tent and try, since you shared a tent with her, “what?! i couldn’t!” you replied.

“yeah yeah, you never even came to the tent, had to set it all up myself. that’s why i came to find you” she was still laughing at your poor excuse

“oh i thought you were just walking, if i had have know you were looking for me i wouldn’t have stayed someplace so obvious” you teased

“you wouldn’t hide from me”

“oh no i’d never do something of the sort” you had a tongue for sarcasm and everyone got fed up of it, but that never stopped you.

she ignored your comment and moved back to her original question, “so why are you up then?”

“if i’m honest, i don’t know, i started walking and found this room, i got distracted by the stars…” you look up again to the constellations you were studying earlier, “made me think about when i was younger and how i’d look at them every night, before this, before everything, i didn’t have a care in the world, i just wanted to look at the pretty view”

“did you know me at that point?” she pondered; you had known karli since before the movement, becoming friends as kids, even being each others first kisses, and being the first people each other came out to, it not being an easy feat.

“yeah i think so, sometimes when i look at the stars now i think about those nights in summer, when we would sleep on the trampoline, just the two of us” one of those nights you had kissed her, not meaning to, but the urge overtook you for a second too long, and you did. you had pulled back as quickly as you had gone in, and immediately apologised, surprised when she took your lips in hers again before you could get the words out.

the two of you never spoke about it after that night, even to this day, “do you ever think about that night?” she asked…or at least you hadn’t talked about it, until now. you knew she was talking about the kiss, she could almost see it in your eyes when you stopped speaking minutes before. you thought her question was dumb, you’d been in love with her since before that kiss, and yet she still asks if you think about it? the one time you actually got to feel her lips on yours? was she crazy?

“yes” you answered quicker than you would’ve liked, “i mean, yeah it’s crossed my mind” you knew you hadn’t played it off well, but since she was the one to bring it up, you didn’t care, thinking- hoping this would mean she thought about it too, in a good way.

“i wanted to kiss you again” she tells you, with no warning.

“what” you were stunned

“i still do” she replies, as calm as the wind that wasn’t there.

you forgot that you were still dancing, or swaying more so, with her in the middle of this hall, and halted your feet and body to look up at her, “what” you repeated.

she quickly realised what she had said, trying to explain, “i mean, yeah i’ve thought about it, but like if you haven’t then just ignore me cause it’s stupid anyway-“ you didn’t give her time to speak.

“karli morgenthau, am i making you flustered?”

“no” she was not convincing.

“wait do you like me? like like me-like me? cause i like you, and i need to know before i spill secrets and completely embarrass myself-“ now it was her turn to stop you from anxious rambling, yet her method of shutting you up was different.

before you could even get an answer from her, or finish your thought for that matter, she smashed her lips to yours, not wasting anymore time after how much you lost between the first time you kissed and now. one of her hands made its way to your face, holding it so gently, yet with such protection- she finally had you, she was yours, and she was never letting you go again.

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tfatwsiguess · 3 years

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Prologue

"Alex!"

You look over your shoulder as a vaguely familiar voice calls your name out on the street. After a moment of searching, your eyes land on the black SUV pulling up beside you. You stop walking as it brakes to a halt, and lo and behold who sits just several feet away from you.

Uncle Nick.

You hadn't seen him in almost a year. Not since the last time he came by to see you at your new apartment he had helped you get. Seeing him was the last thing you were expecting on your way to the bookstore. But you'd recognize the voice anywhere. It was hard to forget. Raspy. Serious. Just like he was.

Plus he sounded like the funny guy from The Incredibles. But he was almost as illusive as the Sasquatch of legend.

"Hey, Uncle Nick." You walk over to the passenger window as he lets it all the way down.

"You on your way home?"

"I'm actually on my way to the bookstore. I'm headed that way."

"Hop in. I'll give you a ride."

"Are you sure?" You couldn't keep the surprise from your voice. You learned years ago questioning his work life was pointless, but you knew how occupied it kept him. "It's not that long a walk if you have somewhere to be." You observed his dramatic spy like clothes, but didn't say anything else.

"I'm passing that way. Won't be a problem."

"Thanks." Like usual, you just rolled with his erratic reappearances, and got in the car. You were used to Uncle Nick popping up out of nowhere after months of never hearing from him and acting like it was normal.

He watched you fasten your seatbelt before driving off. "Try not to look so surprised. I'd give a ride to any of my nieces, if I had any others. I'm nice like that."

You just give him a humorous smile and let him play off his most recent months-long absence. Even if he wasn't around, he was still there for you when you needed him.

"Where to?"

"You can drop me off at the bookstore near my place, that's where I'm meeting them."

"How are things at the apartment?"

"Good. Rent's always paid. Landlord doesn't bother me." You explain, referring to whatever mysterious yet extremely helpful agreement he set up for you when he got you emancipated.

He only nodded. "Meeting your friends at the bookstore, huh? Your generation still read these days?"

"Some of us..." You smile at the casual old-man question. "It's for a group project, that's why we're meeting there. There's a cafe, free WiFi and all that."

"Is that what sixteen year olds are doing on their Saturdays now," he remarked rhetorically.

"I'm seventeen, Uncle Nick."

Fury looked directly to you, as if believing you were trying to trick him. "Since when?"

"Since two months ago. Like always," you answer, grinning in lighthearted amusement.

"... I don't appreciate you reminding me of my age." He looked serious, but the humor was there. He shook his head and looked back ahead to the road. "Years keep getting shorter and shorter."

His lack of remorse and birthday knowledge didn't bother you. The two of you didn't see each other enough, and weren't close enough that you expected to give or get presents for each other for things like this. Heck, the man only called maybe twice a year to check in on you since living on your own. You weren't even sure how old he was. You knew his work, whatever it was, kept him busy. Well beyond the confines of your typical busy, anyway.

He was the only blood relation you had left, but knowing he was there was good enough for you.

His black car pulled up briefly at a light, stopping alongside a police car on an otherwise empty street. You pulled your phone out to send a message to your friends, tapping at the characters on the screen.

"Wanna see my lease?"

You look up at Nick when he speaks, then follow his gaze past you. Two officers sat in the squad car, nosily staring into the SUV you two sat in, as if driving down the street were cause for suspicion.

One then muttered something into their radio, and the other one sounded a whooping siren from the speaker in response, before pulling off.

You just look away and roll your eyes.

Assholes.

Nick pulled off after them once the light turned green, passing through the intersection as you continued to type on your phone.

Neither of you had been prepared for the second cop car that came hurtling into the side of your car at full speed. Or the third one that rammed into the back of your vehicle, boxing you in against the sidewalk.

You had felt the car lift from the ground as the cop car forced you up against a row of sidewalk pillars, making you slam into your side door and hit the side of your head on the window, phone falling to the floor.

When the second and third blow hit, you were sure there must've been a pile up in the road. Cars that couldn't brake in time before crashing into you.

You suddenly heard a distinct ringing in your head, a pain in your shoulder growing quickly. It started to waver in and out of your ears as you finally sat still for a moment. And when the car started talking, you knew you must have been imagining things.

"Multiple impact injuries detected. Anesthetic injection recommended."

A fourth undercover police car appeared while the two of you sat there like sitting ducks. Nick reached over to the glove compartment in front of you and grabbed two cylindrical injectors.

"Police dispatch shows no units in this area."

He ripped the cap off of one before methodically stabbing it into your arm. You hissed at the sharp sting, and he did the same with himself.

"What is that?" You watched him at first, noticing the blood on his head and arm, but then slowly looked up when you noticed the commotion he was warily observing outside. The police cars were empty now, their passengers on the street and surrounding you with guns drawn, making your eyes widen.

Giant black vans drove up, letting out around a dozen men with the word SWAT on their vests and what looked to be AR-15 rifles, same as what the policemen were already aiming plenty of towards you.

Something told you the two of you were in a lot of trouble.

"Uncle Nick, what's going on?!"

His partially bloodied face showed no sign of surprise, but maybe a dash of concern towards your situation.

"Who did you piss off?!"

Two questions that he never answered. He eyed each faux cop and SWAT agent, sizing up your odds in his brain. "Get us out of here."

A diagram of the vehicle appeared on the windshield, red flashing warningly. Red was never good. "Propulsion systems offline."

"Are you talking to the car?" All at once, every rifle in the vicinity starts firing on the car, making you jump and press your back into your seat as the glass stops each bullet from hitting you, in hopes that it would magically absorb you into a state of safety. "Why are they shooting at us?!"

"Hurry up and reboot, damn it!" Nick snapped, glancing at the windshield before looking back to the firing squad.

At some point you became aware of how badly you were shaking. Your hands clamped protectively over your head, paranoid of all the bullets rushing towards you despite the bulletproof windshield. You were being shot at by at least two dozen assault rifles right now all at once. Oh how your Saturday had taken a turn...

"Stay calm and do everything I say, got it?"

You only nod vigorously, taking bracing breaths in attempt to ease yourself.

There was so much noise. Sounds of guns firing over each other, orders being shouted, and glass cracking and threatening to forfeit what was your only form of cover right now. You didn't know how long it lasted until the glass became almost completely littered with cracks.

But suddenly it stopped. The street became silent once again, but you saw every eye and automatic still trained on you. A group of the SWAT team came into view of your uncle's window. They were setting up a battering ram.

"Warning: window integrity compromised."

"Ya think?!" Fury unlatched his seat belt and pulled himself over next to you, putting some distance between him and the window, and bracing you between himself and the car door. "Hold on."

You were already gripping onto the door handle and armrest console for dear life. But even that hadn't been enough to steady you for the sheer amount of impact the battering ram made as it slammed against the driver window, rocking the car and shaking everything inside.

"Window integrity: thirty-one percent. Deploying countermeasures."

"Hold that order."

"What?! Countermeasures sound very important right now!" You commented in terrified confusion.

"How long until propulsion is up?"

"Calculating..."

Another smash to the window makes your head hit your side window again, and you try desperately to ground yourself better, because you knew this wasn't stopping.

"Window integrity: nineteen percent. Defensive measures advised."

"Wait!"

Another merciless hit left a widening circular crack to the window, spiking your fear up to a thousand percent. "Uncle Nick!"

"Window integrity: one percent."

"Now!"

You yanked your hand back when the armrest moved beneath your hand and a giant gun emerged from the inside. In horror you watched as Nick grabbed it and returned endless rounds of fire onto your assailants, taking down nearly everyone in view. Bodies dropped, and suddenly a grenade fired from the bottom slot, exploding one of the police cars in a fiery eruption. Black smoke and orange fire boomed as one car was sent flying into another.

"Propulsion systems back online."

"Full acceleration, now!"

He continued firing at every threat in sight, as several of the fake policemen were still standing and firing their guns toward him.

Fury's car rumbled below you, tires screeching against the asphalt as they unsuccessfully tried to move full force past the car smashed into its front, then intuitively switched into reverse.

You finally drove off of the scene, leaving behind a fraction of the enemy agents this had started with. The wheel twisted and turned as you sped down the street.

"Initiate vertical takeoff!"

"Flight systems damaged."

"Then activate guidance cameras!" Nick moves back over into the driver's seat, taking over steering. "Gimme the wheel! And get me Agent Hill."

Your head whipped over to him at his use of the word 'agent'. Not because any of this happening to him totally surprised you, no. Maybe more so at the fact that he finally said something so job revealing in front of you.

"Communications array damaged."

"Well what's not damaged?!"

"Air conditioning is fully operational."

"Full blast! It's hot as hell up in here."

You look back as police cars continue to chase after Fury, and he expertly weaves through the cars on the road. You were going so fast that your whole body tensed in fear that you would crash. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…”

"Traffic ahead."

"Get me an alternate route!"

"All vehicles stopped on Roosevelt Bridge. 17th Avenue clear in three blocks; directly ahead."

"We're gonna have to take it." You heard him mutter, switching gears. The car lurched as he pushed the accelerator harder, speeding and passing a pick up truck on your right side. But the opening wasn't wide enough and his car caught the back left of the truck, causing it to spin around and land on part of the sidewalk.

"No! What are you doing?!" You look back frantically at the discarded truck that was left blocking part of the street and sidewalk, with an injured and confused driver inside.

He only drove on and sped in between two cars, scraping the sides as he propelled forward. But the assassins' cars were relentless, and simply pulled up and weaved around other cars to take more shots at the S.H.I.E.L.D. director.

"Get down!" He ordered and reached over you to pull the lever of your seat, making you fall back with the recliner just as more shots fired into the car, splintering your already bullet-riddled window on the inside.

Your hands flew to your head when one agent hung out of their car and fired at Fury as a city bus passed between them, with no remorse for shooting through the bus full of civilians in attempt to get to him. The bus driver slammed on the brakes at the sound of passengers screaming and glass shattering under gunfire, which allowed the assassins a clear shot after passing by.

But Nick Fury wasn't having it. He yanked his steering wheel to the side and full on collided his car up against the other, putting him right up against his attempted murderer. He wrestled him for the gun, punching and dodging unsuccessfully.

While he was distracted, the other car pulled up alongside your side of the vehicle, their gun dead set on your uncle. And at this point, you were just about tired of getting shot at. You shot up and lifted your hands, fingers clamping in towards your palms as you attempted to take hold of the weapon before they could use it. It wasn't so difficult from ten feet away, so when you could feel the metal energy rushing through your fingers, you clutched onto it and pulled the firearm out of their car, letting it take the driver with it and fall behind into the street.

The passenger stared at you in what must’ve been inconvenienced shock, but quickly recovered, and jumped up and into the driver's seat to steer before he could crash. He grabbed his own firearm, so you gripped the bottom of his car with your magnekinesis, and yanked your arm back as hard as you could. The squad car flipped from underneath itself, and it was left it in the dust.

Nick had finally managed to grab the gun from his opponent and hit him over the head with it, then shot him in the shoulder. He turned back to you, having missed your measures of defense. "Stay down!"

"Warning: approaching intersection."

His head snapped back to the road, and just before you could drive out into traffic he slammed on the brake. However, the fake cops were too busy going for the kill to take notice, and they drove ahead into the intersection just as a huge truck was passing through. It made hard impact, t-boning your attackers and not stopping until the smaller car wrapped around it, landing in the center of the intersection. There was no question of whether they survived. Despite their malintentions getting them there, you couldn't help but grimace at the sight of them being completely obliterated by the truck.

Fury didn't wait a second to swerve left and hightail it out of there. Now that you shook the last cop car in sight it was time to disappear. For a moment, it seemed you were in the clear. But you hardly got a block or two away until you saw a car driving down the wrong side of the road and right toward you. This time another fake SWAT van, with an agent hanging out of the side window and pointing an AR towards you.

"Windshield integrity at forty-three percent."

"Damn it." Nick stopped the car and put it in reverse, backing up to turn onto the side road before your attackers could get in range, but you stopped him. Adrenaline pushed you to act, so your hand reached out towards the brake, making a fist to hold it down.

"What the hell?!" Your uncle exclaimed at his car's sudden disobedience. "What's the problem?!"

"Brake engaged."

The SWAT van was racing toward you at dangerous speed, but you knew even if you escaped down the side road you weren't going to lose them. So you decided you would stop them right now. Call it an adrenaline high, or powerful intuition. You'd never practiced with your abilities in a real situation like this before... So you didn't even truly understand your confidence in what you were doing as you reached your other hand out, and stopped the array of bullets between you and the other car. Tens of bullets flew through the air only to get caught in your magnetic field. You only waited until the mercenaries stopped firing to let them drop to the ground. But they were still speeding towards you, less than a building's length away.

You could feel the energy pulsing through your hands, feeding you intuition and protection. So you used it again, to reach out and manipulate their steering wheel. Their van jolts a hard left much too quickly, so it trips over itself and spins a couple times in the air before dropping and skidding to a stop in the middle of the intersection, only yards away from your car now. No one else was hurt. It was a clean countermove.

Panting, you watched the crash scene, and lowered your hand. All was suddenly quiet around you, and you turned your head to a very confused Nicholas.

"What... the hell!"

You grimaced. Even his surprised face didn't look all that surprised. It was more like... accusatory and displeased.

"... Surprise?"

"Escape route recommended."

"Keep your eyes open, and hold on." He ordered as he put his car back in drive, but you could tell by the look and way he said it that the two of you would be having a conversation later.

"Disengage brake," the car helpfully advised as he tried to accelerate.

He looked at you, and you shook your head. "Oh–" you finally relaxed your left hand, and the brake released. He veered a hard right and took off down the next road, hoping to get to safety before another damn police car or SWAT van showed up.

"Get us off the grid!"

"Calculating route to secure location."

"How did you just do that," he demanded.

"It's a long story."

"Well ya better start talking, ‘cause last I knew my niece couldn't do that!" He glanced at you, staring for a moment in suspicion. "Are you really Alex?"

"What? Yes it's me!"

"Then you've got some explaining to do–"

"So do you!" You fired back as he sped down the road, wind whipping past through shattered window openings. "You just killed like twenty guys back there!"

"They’re trying to kill us."

"You mean you."

"Us. You're a witness now." He swerves left as directed, making you fall back on your reclined seat again. Other drivers frantically scrambled to avoid the madman. You groaned and had to pull yourself back upright, as well as the back of your seat before you got whiplash or something of that unpleasant effect from his wild maneuvering.

"Get back in your seatbelt, we're not secure."

Obediently you pulled the strap back across your chest. "Ya know, I knew it! I knew you were in the CIA or something!"

"You don't know shit!" He countered, denying the possibility of you, his teenage niece, catching on to him that easily.

"You wear an eye patch, you only dress in menacing black or leather, and you contact me like once a year! It's a little obvious!"

"We can discuss my work life when we're certain we're not dead. Now stop asking me so many damn questions and stay vigilant!"

Quickly you looked behind to see if any mercenaries were still following you, still gripping tightly onto the car as he wildly steered.

Fury kept a lead foot on the accelerator, determined to get to security. That was, until a figure appears just up the road. He squinted through the bullet punctures at the darkly cloaked man.

"Ah hell no..."

You look to him in concern, then ahead to whatever he was gawking at. And it was impossible to miss. A man, out in broad daylight standing in the middle of the road. No costume, no imposter government car. Just him, with his grown out brown hair, black protective gearing covering him head to toe, and aiming his weapon right at you.

A gasp filled your lungs, and before you could lift a finger, a disc shot from the launcher. But it didn't fly directly towards the two of you like all other weaponry sent before. The disc flew underneath his SUV, and you could hear it latch onto the undercarriage.

Maybe a nano second later, the device detonated, and you couldn’t process any of what happened next.

The sheer amount of explosive pressure sent the back of the car into the air, and it flipped you two over with a harsh crash, landing with the roof of the vehicle down to the street. The teched out car that had done such a good job of keeping the two of you alive, now slid uncontrollably down the asphalt at deadly speed, making a horrible scraping noise as it went.

The dark figure calmly side stepped the two ton car hurtling towards him, and watched as it slid to a grinding stop, meters ahead.

Civilians gawked, and recorded, and fled about as the bullet ridden car lay upside down on the ground, a cloud of black foreboding smoke leaving a trail through the street.

The black clad figure began to walk towards the scene with an unbothered, unparalleled swagger.

Slowly, you blinked once, then twice. Blur filled your vision, and you could feel your body had already gone into shock. You were so stiff that you couldn't even tell if you were breathing until you let in a forced inhale. Your hair hung towards the ground, bits of glass falling in the same direction.

Your seatbelt was keeping you hanging from your seat, but Nick was laying on the ceiling below you, trying to recover himself.

With careful and cautious movement, you went to dislodge your seatbelt, but discovered your arm was pinned against the car door. You could barely move.

Your neck twisted slightly to look around, and your eye caught movement out of the driver window. Black boots were strutting calmly towards you, taunting to your demise.

"He's coming." You only managed a whisper.

Nick finally looked up at you, having not heard. "You okay?!"

Blood was rushing to your head. Your senses were overwhelmed with the smell of smoke and blood. You could feel dull pain in the side of your head, and your body forced another sharp intake to your lungs. You knew there was no time to get free as those combat boots neared menacingly.

"He's coming!" It come out louder; choked, more afraid. You frantically tried to brace yourself with your free hand on the ceiling to get free; to at least regain some sense of control.

Nick looked over to where your panic stricken eyes had settled, and saw the calm gait already halfway to his car. A second later he pulled a device out of his jacket, then turned back to you. "I need you to hold still."

Outside of the car, the deadly assassin finally reached his destination. He grabbed the car door, and with an easy yank, sends it flying across the street to crash onto the sidewalk. He knelt down to look in, and discovered an empty car. All there was, was a burning hole left in the ground.

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buckverse · 3 years

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A perfect soldier, but a bad man

A/N: My first work ever. i’m still so new to all of this! it’s pretty short but i hope you still like it! feedback is greatly appreciated! :)

Fandom: Marvel, Tfatws

Warnings: TFATWS SPOILER!! Major character death, language mistakes (probably), mention of death, angst, John Walker (i guess he needs a warning)

Summary: What if you, sister of Karli Morgenthau became victim of the anger and fury of John Walker, the new Captain America?

Characters: Karli Morgenthau, John Walker, a little bit Bucky and Sam, You

As soon as you heard the cracking of a wall you turned around. There he was. Lemar Hoskins. Dead. Everyone knew he was dead, even before his friend in the famous Captain America costume walked towards him and tried to wake him.

You could smell the blood. You knew it too well alongside the smell of death. The bitter sting in your nose that forced you to squirm a little and pull a grimace. You never wanted this all to escalate but you were loyal to your sister and would never question her. She was the older one and was always the one who had lead the way. But was this the right one? An innocent soldier, an innocent puppet in this game died because of you. Because of the Flagsmashers.

Seeing John Walker leaning beside his best friend and desperately trying to bring him back to life like a video game character that just lost one of his lifes made you feel devastated. You didn't want to imagine how you would feel if Nico died. Or Karli. You felt regret and thought about all the innocent lifes you've taken for your cause. For fighting against inequality.

It was not more than a nanosecond that you felt sympathy for the man in front of you. But that was a nanosecond too much, because you missed the departure of all your friends and stood alone in the room with the four....three men.

James Buchanan Barnes stood to your left. You heard a lot about the former winter soldier but you weren't afraid. You knew that he wasn't the winter soldier by choice and you believed... no, you knew that people could change. You fought against him on the truck and you were scared, knowing of the things he did and the cold metal as a replacement for his left arm. But after he didn't kill you, even though he had the chance because you weren't such an extra-ordinary fighter, you knew that he had a good heart. Maybe if all of this would be over you would ask him to lunch and thank him for sparing your life?

Next to him was Sam Wilson. He gave up the shield and got betrayed by the country he served for. You would never be able to understand the struggle and the weight of getting handed the shield as a black person. You knew he only did what he thought was right and you didn't judge him for it. After all he was a good man and you felt guilty for threatening his family. He understood you and your sister and it filled you with warmth, thinking about the little talk you, Karli and Sam had. Of course you noticed the way he was surprised when John Walker interrupted your conversation. You weren't dumb and knew that he wasn't filled in from the former soldier who had fought in Afghanistan.

And then there was John Walker. A shame for the country and the shield he is holding. You were a fan of Steve Rogers as Captain America, but John Walker was so different to him, it was scary and unsettling. He could carry as much medals as he wanted to, he would never be nearly as good as Captain Rogers. His way of fighting was just as brutal as his way of thinking and the super soldier serum, that he somehow took hold of, just helped him to become more pathetic and violent. The hate you felt towards this man was unbelievable. You always thought it would be impossible to hate a person. Everyone had something good in themselves, right? Wrong.

As fast as you could you ran away. The stairs you ran down felt so long and you could hear steps behind you but that could've also been your imagination. You felt dizzy and if you had the time you would throw up but you knew you were already behind schedule. The blood cursing through your veins felt like ice and you couldn't hear anything beside the extremely loud hammering of your heart. As soon as you left the building behind, you stumbled and fell to your knees. Air. Your lungs needed air. That was the mistake you did. You relaxed before you were safe.

Hearing a window shattering and a truck being demolished woke you up from your little daze and you immediately jumped up and ran. As soon as you heard the steps behind you, you knew that Walker was behind you. He would murder you and you tried to find an escape out of this situation. You couldn't hide because he was too near and you also couldn't tire him out, because he now had the serum too. So you tried the only idea that came to your mind.

Running to a filled market place. He wouldn't kill you in front of all these people, would he?

He would.

You realized it as soon as you felt his hard kick against your back. Stumbling forward you tried to get hold of a weapon or anything you could use to defend yourself. Nothing. You tried fighting him but you had no chance. You were no good fighter, especially not if your opponent was a furious, from anger blinded super soldier. With one good, timed kick he brought you to the floor.

You could beg, but if there is anything in this world you would never do it would be begging. Especially not from Walker. Looking him in the eyes you saw it as a last chance to reason with him.

"I'm sorry. We never intended to kill him. He was innocent but so am I."

You saw something flashing in his eyes. It was so short lived that it would have been missed by everyone else, but this man had all your focus right now. In this moment he was judge, jury and executioner of your life. But as soon as you saw how he lifted his shield you looked him straight in the eyes and said the one thing you knew everyone thought but didn't dared to tell him. You were gonna die and you wanted him to remember you.

"You will never be the real Captain America, 'cause at the end you are just some random soldier that got handed the shield from the government.

Maybe you are a perfect soldier, but not a good man."

And the last thing you saw was the shield that you grew up to love til its owner became John Walker.

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Helmut Zemo imagines - Hostage Part 2

AN: I’m so glad you guys liked the first chapter!! I’m sorry it’s taken longer than expected to get out!!

In This Chapter: You wake up to find Zemo has taken you hostage to find out information on the whereabouts of Karli Morgenthau.

(PART 1 HERE)

Pairing(s): Zemo x Fem!Reader, Karli Morganthau x Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 1,721

Warnings: Spoilers for TFATWS, violence, strong language

Zemo caught the young woman’s body as her eyes rolled back. He couldn’t help but let out a grunt as he lifted her up over his shoulder to remove her from the sewers before her accomplice could catch up.

As he returned to the surface, he peered around the surrounding streets and then carried her over to a parked car.

He placed her down beside the vehicle as he worked on opening it and getting it started.

Laying her across the backseat, he made sure he had another syringe handy in case she woke before reaching the desired destination.

Zemo pulled inside the large building, one of the many he confidentially owned, and removed the flagsmasher from the vehicle before taking her down to the basement of the building.

He took a moment to remove his large coat as he began to sweat, tossing the expensive garment on the ragged old couch in the corner of the room.

He carried the girl to the shackles on the wall and stood her up long enough to get the cuffs around her wrists and the thick metal band around her neck. It was a precaution taken to stop her from kicking off the wall if trying to escape.

Zemo tipped her head back to allow access for the band to wrap around her neck, clasping it on wall behind her. He contemplated removing the flagsmasher mask but ultimately decided it would be easier to gain information from the woman if he couldn’t see just how young she was. Was it wrong for him to admit that? Yes. But he knew it would keep it less personal this way.

He chained the girl’s ankles together before wiping his brow with his handkerchief and returning to fetch his coat. He figured she may not wake for a while so returned upstairs to make sure the site was secure.

Zemo was grateful when he finally noticed signs of the woman stirring. He had waited long enough to be able to get his hands on one of Karli’s acolytes.

He introduced himself but you already knew who he was.

“We have a few things I’d like to discuss first.” Zemo admitted.

“Like what?” You scowled at the man.

“Like the whereabouts of Karli Morgenthau.” Zemo pressed his hands together behind his back as he looked upon you.

You scowled at the man with his mention of Karli.

“Why would I tell you anything?” You scoffed.

“Because if you don't, I will simply find the means to force you to.” Zemo’s eyes never left yours as he spoke.

“Go ahead and try.” You daringly invited him despite the hard knot in your gut. If someone had told you that taking the serum meant being stuck in some freaky torture chamber with Helmut Zemo a few months ago, you weren’t so sure you would’ve taken it.

Zemo was infamous both as an agent of Sokovia and for single handedly ripping the Avengers apart.

“Are you really that willing to die for someone who doesn’t even know or care where you are?” Zemo frowned, tilting his head at you. You tried to deflect his mind games but there was a speck of doubt starting to crawl into your mind.

“They’ll come for me.” You proclaimed.

“Perhaps they will.” Zemo shrugged, “Perhaps they’ll willingly come to their deaths or perhaps they’ll leave you here to be a martyr for their cause.”

“You can’t beat us all.” You argued against his threat.

“On the contrary, I can.” Zemo lifted his finger, his lips turning up into a small smirk as he began to slowly move around the room. “I have experience, and patience. A man can do anything if he has those.”

You tried watching him through your mask that had become increasingly more uncomfortable the longer you wore it.

You decided against fuelling the fire and remained silent.

“What's the matter?” Zemo cocked his head towards you. “Cat got your tongue?”

Again, you chose not to respond.

Zemo quietly scoffed as he started to approach you.

“Holding your tongue, Miláčik, will not aid you in any way.”

Once he seemed close enough, you tried to jolt forward against your restraints but ultimately failed.

You choked against the metal neckband and your wrists cried out against the cuffs. They had been much stronger than anything you had encountered before.

“Vibranium.” Zemo gestured to your holds. “Very difficult to get hold of and very expensive.”

Zemo’s fingertips pressed together as he studied you. You were avoiding eye contact with the man but instead searching the room for any way to get out of your restraints.

“There is no escape.” Zemo announced as he clocked your behaviour. “The only way you are leaving this place is if you give me the location of Karli and her comrades.”

“I’ll be leaving this place in a bodybag you mean.” You spat back.

“Well, that all depends on how long it takes for you to give me what I desire.” Zemo’s smirk dropped. He lifted his chin slightly, glowering at you.

“Fuck you.” You sneered. Zemo didn’t react to the deprecation, his face cold and hard as he stared unblinking.

You almost thanked the universe when Zemo’s phone began to rang.

Zemo answered it swiftly, walking off to the furtherest corner of the basement to take the call to stop you eavesdropping in any way.

You tried fighting the restraints on your ankles but they were just as strong as the holds on your wrists. You wondered how long Zemo had planned to take one of you hostage. You internally scolded yourself. You should have been more careful.

“I have some business to take care of.” Zemo interrupted your thoughts as he pulled his mobile away from his ear. “If I were you I’d consider my options whilst I am away. Once I return, we shall be having a little conversation one way or another.”

You felt an ice cold chill roll down your spine from Zemo's threat. His voice sent goosebumps over your skin and his eyes held enough power to kill you right there.

You watched Zemo climb the rickety staircase without a second glance back to you.

Sweat began to roll down your forehead under your mask. You growled, rubbing it against your arm to try and remove the damn thing. It didn’t take too long before it was clattering against the floor and you felt like you could finally breathe again.

You inhaled the damp air deeply and rested your head back against the wall.

Your mind diverged back to Deedee, you hoped she had gotten out before Zemo could have done anything. You knew he’d take her out if she tried to help you, he only needed one of you alive for information.

You closed your eyes to try and hone in your senses. You tried to listen for any hint that might tell you where you were. The building was eerily silent despite the howling wind from above; you figured there must be some kind of broken window or hole in the wall causing the whistle. From the state of the room around you, you could tell this was an older building, vacated for a while.

You couldn’t hear any cars, planes or voices. You had to be somewhere pretty secluded from the rest of the city.

Your eyes snapped open when you heard the latch of the door at the top of the stairs.

Zemo’s footsteps were heavy as he descended back down to you.

Your eyes found his hands as he rolled his sleeves up to just below his elbows.

“Are you ready to talk?” He asked. When he lifted his head from his arms back to you, he froze in his step. Not that you noticed.

His mouth closed and his jaw seized as his eyes absorbed your features.

He hadn't expected you to have removed the mask. He recognised you from the mugshots but you looked very different in person.

You were young, with soft features and your eyes were narrow with vexation. You were also very beautiful. He couldn’t deny that.

He had to drop his eyes back to his sleeves when he felt an odd familiarity about you begin to impel.

“What happened to the other woman I was with?” You asked, taking a minute before responding to the man.

“She left you.” Zemo announced. You felt a wave of relief, realising that she escaped unharmed.

You watched the man turn his back on you, approaching the small metal cart to his left and picking up a small scalpel. He examined it as he spoke.

“This isn’t personal.” Zemo muttered. “I have no quarrel with what you are trying to do. It’s how you have decided to do it. Super soldiers should not be allowed to exist. I have spent years trying to end the super soldier line and I won’t stop until my work is finished.”

“Until we are all dead.” You corrected him.

“Not all.” Zemo shook his head. “You may still have a chance of survival after all this.”

“To live whilst the people I care for are dead? That isn’t a chance I want to take.”

“You may care for them but I am certain they don’t care for you. Your so-called comrade left you alone in the tunnels despite your cries about trouble. Your death means nothing to them.” Zemo finally looked back at you. “You were a sacrifice they were willing to make.”

You were hesitant to answer. You knew Deedee had only left because you had commanded her to. The team must all be sat around now wondering where you were, wondering how to get you back and if you are still alive. They wouldn’t just leave you. Karli wouldn’t leave you.

“How can you expect me to give up any information if I know you’re just going to murder them if you find them?” You catechised Zemo.

“Murder is a strong word. Would you say you murdered those innocent people in Vilnius?” Zemo’s mention of Vilnius made your stomach twist tighter. Nausea began to creep up on you and Zemo noticed the paling of your complexion. “Everybody has a breaking point. We just have to find yours.”

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