#Winter Soldier x Hydra!OFC

[hiraethblack22]

Fire and Ice. (Bucky x ofc)

Here I am with the continuation of the story Breathe Underwater. Your responses have inspired me to write a mini-series called "Fire and Ice". However, we begin the story at the moment when our characters meet.

MASTERLIST of FIRE AND ICE: HERE!

IMPORTANT: I won't use Y\n but the lead character will be given a name and will be a fully formed character. Set in a time where everyone is still alive and Bucky is free of the hydra.

Warnings: violence, blood, torture, and manipulation. Vulgar language. The story will contain adult content. Probably a whole lot of Smut.

Summary: Thirteen is a HYDRA pawn, a soldier, a spy and an assassin. A wraith. Chosen because of her powers and transformed into the perfect weapon. (enchanted!reader) What happens when her mission becomes locating and eliminating The Winter Soldier?

-> CHAPTER TWO <-

CHAPTER ONE: Exit Music (for a film)

“What do you think happens now?”

A voice broke through the fog of images that were plaguing my mind.

We had sat in silence, my feet naked in the lake's cold water, as the house slowly emptied behind our backs. I had walked away absent-mindedly, unseen by the procession of family members within the old family home, dropping onto the dirt as soon as I reached it, my black funeral clothes still on, staring at the sun slowly sinking into the water.

My brother crouched beside me—hands on his knees, head bowed down. The familiar colour of his blond hair stung painfully in my chest—the same shade as our mother's. It was a weird feeling seeing him like that; Michael was always composed, elegant, and kept himself as a royal would.  As I watched him, I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind. Seeing him vulnerable, without the usual stubbornness that bore his eyebrows and his chin always high and spoiled look in his eyes, it was like seeing him without a mask, seeing him through different eyes, and made me feel closer to him. As we sat there together, I felt a sense of unity between us that I hadn't felt in years, and for the first time, it felt like our relationship could only get better.

My brother was a copy of her. Our father used to joke about it before he died, saying that Michael had been too busy growing up clinging to our mother’s skirt, which had shielded me from her, preventing me from taking after her even a little bit. I resembled my father with my brown hair and eyes and the slight nose hump beneath the freckles. As a child, it was hard to witness— confining me to watching their love from the corners of the rooms and behind impenetrable doorways. It was as if a trench had been built between us, and thus I had grown up with my father and with his interests in horses and golf, yet part of me did wonder whether he did it out of pity or out of guilt, the fault of having a spouse who preferred the male heir. Then, as the years passed, I discovered I could occupy a different space in the lives of our family. And that was it. 

“When we die,” Michael followed, his eyes never leaving his hands, “where do you think we go?”

I shrugged. I had no energy left in me to speak or even think. But I also didn't want to drop into the catatonic state I was in last time. “Our father would say that when a person dies, they go to a beautiful place.”

“Do you believe it?”

I nodded, taking his rough hands in mine. "He’d tell us to stick together."

“My beautiful place is here. With you.” Michael stared into my eyes, and I had never seen a more resolute look on his face. I felt my heart swell with love and gratitude. His words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but smile. I knew that no matter what happened, we would always have each other's backs. And in that moment, I knew that there was nowhere else I'd rather be than right there with him. "We will be together forever, sister. Trust me.” He kissed my hand, and we went back to watching the sunset. A soft smile curled my lips. We were going to be fine.

***

“Thirteen!”

A blow to my stomach made me jump, desperately gasping for air. My eyes shot open just in time to see the tip of the boot flashing straight towards my nose. I raised my arms, barely blocking the blow to my face. The force of the impact knocked me backward, slamming my back against the bars of the prison cell. Gasping for air, I struggled to calm my pounding heart and better acknowledge my surroundings. The stale, musty smell of the cell filled my nostrils. I tried to stand up, but my legs felt weak and unsteady. I stumbled to my knees, supporting myself with my hands against the filthy floor.

And there it was—the sad, cruel, bitchy reality. 

The man laughed viciously, clapping a hand on his chest—right over the symbol engraved in his dark uniform. Hydra. The cureless poison, the undetectable illness you couldn't feel, until it killed you. 

“Your time has come.”

The sweet haze of the dream vanished in a blink, drained by the cruel truth of life. The man in uniform fisted a hand around my hair, hauling me to my feet.

“You’re such a delicious thing, I almost feel sorry for you,” he said, closing the distance between us. The liquor on his breath made my empty stomach clench in disgust. He passed his tongue on his lips like an animal trying to seize its prey-his eyes dark and cruel. I struggled against his grip, but he was too strong. I felt sick with fear and revulsion. “Almost.” 

He yanked my hair, dragging me behind him like a broken doll. Like every week, the time had arrived. I tried to steel myself for the inevitable, but my body trembled with dread. I felt a scream building in my throat, but it died before it could escape. This was my life now—a never-ending cycle of pain and misery at the hands of monsters who took pleasure in my suffering.

I gazed at the cell beside mine. Inside, the woman huddled on herself, her eyes wide with terror. I knew what was coming. The man would take her next when they had finished with me, just as it had happened so many times before.  

She was grasping the bars, tears streaming down her dirty cheeks. The terror in her eyes mirrored my own. Her lips trembled, trying a few times before the words broke free from her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she hissed, her voice broken and rough. 

Before I could even think about whispering back that everything would be fine, we were in the corridor, walking fast towards the stairs. The darkness was the sole thing I had known down in the cells of Hydra, except for the only occasion when they sent me out there for a mission; but, even if I was outside, breathing fresh air, watching the blue sky, or feeling the comforting warmth of the sun on my skin, I yearned for the darkness of the cells once more, where I knew it was me suffering and not the people I was sent after. It was a familiar feeling, one that I had grown accustomed to over the years. The cries and pleas of the people I was sent after were too much to bear. In the cells, it was just me and my nightmares. 

One after the other, the cells held men, women, and children. All of them were scared and huddled together for warmth and comfort, clinging to each other to survive. Victims of a fucked-up system. 

As I passed by each cell, I couldn't help but wonder how many more innocent lives would be lost before someone would come and save us. Even when the cruel voice in my head screamed that nobody would come for us, the world had forgotten us. I remembered the day a mother was taken away from her daughter, dragged to one of these rooms, and never came out. Her screams echoed through the halls as she was dragged away. The girl clung to me, begging me to save her mommy. It broke my heart to know there was nothing I could do but offer comfort and promises of a better tomorrow. They were lies; they came for her some days later, and I'd never seen her again.

Some soldiers had tried to escape and revolt against the captors, but it was all pointless. They were made an example of; I still heard their screams, their prayers, and their cries in the silence of the night. 

I was hauled into a room. The lights were so bright that I shielded my watering eyes, but the unforgiving strength in my hair didn't pay any attention to my pain, especially not when he was going to inflict much, much, more.

“Place it on the chair and power up the machine.” 

I cried out, trying to plant my feet firmly against the ground, trying to claw the hand that was dragging me to the chair. He simply laughed, handling me like a temperamental child.  I could feel the fear rising in my chest, making my heart hammer in my ears. I knew what was coming next—the machine, the cold metal in my neck, and the head splitting ache. The thought of it made me shudder. But there was no escape. 

 “Come on, don’t be difficult.” The man threw me onto the chair. Still laughing as he fastened my wrists to the chair's armrests and wrapped the belt around my head. Another pair of hands tied my legs to the chair. The man pressed his fingertips on my face, stretching the corners of my lips. “Give me a smile.” 

I was trapped, bound to the chair, and not even allowed to close my eyes in defeat. I couldn’t fight; I couldn’t speak, but they laughed as I cried and screamed, praying in my mind that someone would come and rescue me. 

The science team tortured me with the promise to murder my brother if I fought back. Treating my sorrow as their own private, amusing show. The experiments were never ending. I didn’t know what they were looking for or what they were trying to shape my mind into. The only things I knew since they had captured me were hunger, pain, and regret, as they had dressed me in their uniform and forced me to commit atrocities.  

“You are a special one, Thirteen.” A woman appeared before me, holding a syringe. The liquid in it was shining brightly, its warmth moving and waving around the syringe like flames. “We gave you this power, and you have tamed it. The previous twelve could not endure its existence in their organisms, not even for a single moment, but you..." She smiled as if fascinated—her eyes shone in a weird light; was it excitement? Or was it the familiar grip of a delusional mind? "You have hosted the flames for years, gracing the world with their wonder.” I watched the syringe come closer and closer, until I felt the familiar pinching of the needle. As the liquid coursed through my veins, I felt a sudden rush of energy and clarity. The world around me seemed to come alive in a way that I had never experienced before. 

The world grew louder; I could now hear the buzzing noise of the computers, the soft breathing of the guards standing all around the room, the stable heartbeat of the science woman before me, and the scent of the food she had eaten. My mind raced, and I struggled to keep my thoughts in order. “Bending the world under the fist of Hydra.”

They made me steal, and lie, destroy governments, cancelling entire cities from the maps. Kill and slaughter. Whatever was that they injected in my veins, it turned me into their puppet. They pointed and I attacked, without whispering, without questions.  Relapsing my life into a routine of lessons that made me more lethal—Magic and dancing alternating with combat, weaponry, poisons, and construction of explosives. And yet, all of that was pointless when it all came down to them. I became clay in their hands, to be shaped according to their sick desires. They had beaten me until I couldn't move, broke my bones until I was nothing more than a pile of shattered flesh and bones. And then they implanted thing thing inside of me, something dark and foreign that filled me with bloodlust.

The pain was excruciating; every inch of my body felt like it was on fire. If I tried to fight them, it could mean the end for the only person left in this world who meant anything to me. So I lay there, broken and defeated, as the pain threatened to swallow me whole. 

Michael’s safety had given me the strength to stare quietly as they beat, broke, and shattered my body and mind. Letting them put this thing inside of me. I had no chance of escaping—not when it could risk the life of the last remaining person I had loved.  

I felt reality shift. The world spun faster. The uncomfortable sensation of my body turning inside out. The woman before me—whose name I’d never had the privilege to acknowledge—she split into two before becoming one again, swaying to the left and then to the right in a constant waltz that made me want to claw my eyes out of my head.  She smiled and turned serious a couple of times, watching my trembling body with fascination. “You made me a monster.”

“No, thirteen.” She pinched my chin. Her eyes shone in a red light, piercing into my soul, before returning to their usual blue shade. I tried to speak, but my throat felt tight and dry. I couldn't find the words to express the fear and confusion that consumed me. The woman's grip on my chin tightened, and I winced in pain. “I made you into an asset.”  

My mouth parted, quivering over the frantic breathing pattern that possessed my body. My thoughts ran feverishly in my head, confusing words and sounds rooted in my soul, speaking cruel words in dozens of different languages.  

“Thirteen?” 

The voice echoed in my head, clinging to the roots of my being. 

"Ready to comply."

Gloved hands emerged before me, so white that they seemed to shimmer in the neon lights. I was freed from the restraint that kept me confined to the chair, allowing me to rise to my feet. I rolled my shoulders, stretching my neck—not because I felt any pain; I felt nothing at all—but in preparation for the mission. 

“New mission. Locate and kill,” she said, presenting a photograph before me. “The Winter Soldier.” 

I need to thank everyone who commented and liked the previous part and the ones who asked to be tagged in this next part.

It's certainly not what you expected to read, but we'll get to that specific passage in a couple of chapters. I wished to give you a deeper insight into the characters and the plot.  @thefandomplace @bonkyandsteebluver @billihill - let me know if you still wish to be tagged to the next parts!

This is a test chapter, to see how readers react to the story and to allow me to figure out in which direction to proceed. Let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged in later parts!

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[edelweissbarnes]

Water and ice

( I don’t know who’s the artist but I love this piece. If you know who they are, please let me know so I can give the right credit, thanks)

Bucky Barnes x supersoldierF!reader Edelweiss (OFC)

Same as Bucky, one of the conditions for your pardon was weekly mandatory Therapy sessions. this one take to the surface a very painful memory that could mess with your relationship with the former Winter Soldier. (Angst,past trauma, depiction of violence, past torture, memory of Rumlow being a prick, smut, unprotected sex, edging, if i forget something let me know).

The more you walk, heading home from your mandatory weekly therapy session with dr Reynor, the more you feel the anger flares through your whole being.

As usual she was able to read through the lines, poking emotions you’d like to bury in a very deep place, maybe forget them once and for all. This time the unfortunate trigger was something that you unwillingly confessed between your teeth on the last session: your inability to think on taking a bath as a relaxing thing. While Bucky was hiding, regaining his memory, you were still in the hands of Hydra, especially in Rumlow’s, who used and tortured you as if through you he could get his revenge on Bucky and Steve for what happened to him when the Triskelion collapsed.

The worst of his tortures was the Tub, as he called it. worse than waterboarding, devilishly cruel and sadistic: a bathtub filled with water and ice, his rage and all your will to live. your resilience amplified by the super soldier serum running through your veins. Sometimes he also used a cloth to cover your face before sinking your bounded form into the iced water, every time longer then before but never too much to let you die.

You thought that the better solution was bury your personal inferno in a far and dark part of your damaged brain but dr Reynor thinks otherwise.

“You need to talk about painful things if you want to heal…” she explained.

Fucking doctor.

So focused on your emotions you didn’t notice that you’re already home, with uncertain hand you flip the key, opening the door and the familiar smell of lavander and vervain invades your nostrils.

“Hey doll, I’m in the kitchen, hope you’re hungry I made dinner” you hear Bucky as soon as you set foot through the door, he heard you coming in with his super soldier hearing.

Hearing his voice, in the state of mind in which you are, only make your anger more acute that you almost felt sick. Silent, you walk into the kitchen, your mind up to find a way to let him pay his unknown sin. You made it to the stove, nearing him and from your expression he knows that this session was a really hard one.

“Hi…” he murmurs in a soft tone.

You don’t reply, with a practical move you shut the stove and grab the front of his Henley taking him with you to the dining room until you shove him onto the couch.

“That was a hard one huh…” he continues trying to understand what you need from him. You get rid of your leather jacket, your boots, your jeans and your panties before straddling him and grabbing his hair with one hand.

“Shut the fuck up Barnes” you hiss against his lips before taking his wrist and direct his bionic hand between your legs. Without any other word he starts to move his vibranium fingers, caressing your folds. You let out an involuntary sigh, your body recognizes instantly his touch but your mind chooses to resist the pleasure because you need to be wide awake as he needs to feel the same pain you felt when Runlow tortured you.

You let both of your hands down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. You can already feel the warmth radiating from his skin, with ease he buckles lightly his hips to let his jeans and briefs slide down just the bit to let his hard cock free, his fleshy hand goes up, caressing you face.

“Don’t fucking touch me..” you hiss abruptly, earning a look from him, then you align yourself and slowly you sink on his cock.

You’re not completely ready and the stretch of his size, burn, making you whimper but also keeping you grounded. He exales deeply and both his hands are now at your waist trying to slow you or better, stop your movements.

“What are you doing, doll? You’re not ready for this” he murmurs, concerned, his eyes wondering on your face trying to decipher what’s on your mind but you have your best unreadable expression.

You grab the hem of his Henley and with a fluid movement you take it off from him, forcing his hands away from your hips.

“I said: don’t fucking touch me” you repeat growling before sinking another time. He let out a soft grunt and keeps his hands from touching you as you asked.

You push both of your hands on his shoulders and soon you enstablish a slow but steady pace, one you know that makes him crazy when you squeeze your walls while sinking down until he’s balls deep into you.

He’s grunting and you know he’s restraining himself from touching you as you asked but you can feel he’s dying to do so as you can also feel his orgasm approaching. You accelerate your movement as if you want to make him cum faster but as soon as you feel his cock twitch inside you, you slow down.

You repeat this pattern of steady pace, the acceleration and then the abrupt slow down as many times as you feel he’s near his orgasm until you have him breathless under you.

“What are you doing doll…?” He asks,his hands on your arms, real concern in his tone. He has never seen you like this and something inside him screams that there’s something wrong.

“You left me… when you were on the run…” the words struggle to get out “ you left me behind… you left me in his hands…you never try to come and get me…” you hiss, your eyes full of tears of rage. He clench his teeth, he knows whom you’re talking about:Rumlow.

“He… he did things to me…” you feel a surge of anger coursing through you and your hand go grab his hair harshly “ you let him did that to me…” now your tears are running through your face. “ I hated you so much…every time he touched me, every time he tried to…” you choke a sob, closing your eyes and clenching your teeth as if the memory itself is too painful. You take a breath to ground yourself. “Every time he tried to drown me… I was wishing you would come and save me…but you never came and I fucking hated you for that.” You finally confess, sitting still in his lap, his length still sheathed inside you.

When you look into his eyes you can see his guilt showing. “ I tried..” he whispers “ I tried so many times to come and get you but I was so afraid… I was so confused… I’ll never forgive myself for letting you down, for leaving you alone… that’s why everyday I’m trying to make it up to you, to give you the life you deserve, the man you deserve” he murmurs fully vulnerable. His sincerity makes something inside you switch and every ounces of hatred and resentment you had crumble leaving you in tears. He hugs you and slowly he starts to move easing the tension inside your body, igniting the primal instinct of mating, the sensation of him so deep inside you that you feel like you can’t breathe if he stop moving. You let out a sob of frustration.

“I’m here…i promise I’ll never leave you alone…” he whispers but you let your hand caress his lips, shushing him. You feel his thumb pressed against your clit and you let out a sigh. despite your unconscious way to punish yourself for wishing that someone else saved you from that nightmare, denying yourself your relief while you edged him, before, he knows too well your body. His touch sends waves of pleasure through you, electrifying every nerve ending. You arch your back, craving more of his touch, as he skillfully explores every inch of your body. The intensity between you grows, fueled by a mutual desire that cannot be contained.

“ let go…please…” he begs in the most desperate pleading tone you ever heard from him while his hands are guiding your figure up and down his shaft in a constant but deep pace.

“I can’t..” you sob resisting the wave of your surging orgasm.

“please Y/N…” his voice’s a whisper, he cups sweetly your face with both of his hands to make you look at him in the eyes and only now you notice that he’s crying too.

“ i know i messed up, I should’ve come and take you with me, i should’ve killed him myself but I can’t go back and change that, please let me love you and make it up to you now and for the rest of my days…” his words and his dedication are pouring liquid fire inside your veins and you feel your orgasm push aside your silly resistance and explode leaving your body quivering and a choked cry escapes your mouth.

He grunts in relief feeling you coming, a look at you it’s enough to trigger his own release. You watch him come undone, the way he close his eyes, his lips slightly parts and a profound moan vibrates in his chest makes you clench more while you feel his cock twitches emptying in you.

You close lightly your eyes and you gently rest your forehead against his. One of your hand is on his chest, right on his heart and you can clearly feel his accelerate heartbeat.

“I fucking love you and I’m so scared to loose you…” he confesses and you feel his thumb caress your lower lip.

“I’m not going anywhere, James… I love you too and I’m here to stay by your side…” you whisper before searching for his lips.

Your dinner long forgotten and you know, now that the Pandora’s box is open, it’s gonna be a long night filled with whispered words, kisses and raw emotions.

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[sivyera]

Dating Bucky Barnes would include..

PAIRING: James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes x reader

WARNINGS: bad grammar

CONTAINS: fluff

SONG: Brooklyn Baby - Lana Del Rey

gif is NOT mine

pictures are NOT mine

he don’t trust someone so fast and he don’t fall in love fast

but when he does, he does it deeply

teddy bear

he’s like a big teddy bear

cuddly, cozy and warm

he would hug you so tight and kiss you all over your face

but then he would realized that he’s very strong and that he have metal arm so he might hug you too tight

so he would apologize and stop hugging you

you quickly hug him around his neck and put your legs around his waist and squeeze him

so that he knows it didn’t hurt you

without you he’s like a lost puppy

he’s following you everywhere

outside, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the bedroom, in - just everywhere

even on toilet

but there you have to say him to wait or stop (P.S. lock the door or he’s gonna open them, sit on the floor and wait until you’re done)

in public he will hold you by the waist

stare at every guy/girl that are looking at you too long

he gets jealous very easily 

but he knows how to hide it

he will just stare at the person who is trying to get you

the next day the guy mysteriously disappear 

he’s insecure about his scars and his metal arm 

kiss them and he would feel much better

massages

going on a walk to the park

holding hands

he likes hold your hand with his ,,real’’ hand

sitting on his lap

help him with his nightmares 

every time he have a nightmare he’s sweating very much and shaking

so if you have a ‘hard’ sleep it’s not easy to recognise he have a nightmare

sometimes he would wake you up and tell you about it

but there are nightmares that are very traumatic and scary

so he wakes up screaming and that will 100% wake you up

these nightmares are mostly about you dying or HYDRA do something to you or what HYDRA did to him or that he lose control and turn to a winter soldier again and hurt you

he feels bad when he wake you up

so you hug him tight and swing a little with him

softly hum into his ear

kiss his head and let him calm down before talking to him about it

he would put his arms around your waist 

put his head on your belly or snuggle into your neck

after he’s calm and after you two talk about it (If he wants to) he kiss your neck then your lips and thank you

If you want him to sleep all night without nightmares let him hold you in his arms or spoon you

than he will sleep all night 

overall he’s very grateful for that he have you

he trust you deeply and he will never let you go (until you want to leave he won’t hold you against your will)

protective bf

he protect you with his life

he can’t lose you, NEVER

he would be lost and you can’t imagine what would happened If he lost you

he would die for you

won’t hesitate to kill for you

cuddles all the time

it’s one of his favourite things to do with you

he loves to softly lay on your belly, hug you around your waist and you playing with his hair

neck kisses ofc!!

he loves hold your thigh

his hands are just on your thigh all the time

he worship you

all you

obsessed over you (in a good way!!)

reading books to each other

teaching him with technology

learning him everything he missed

being his own therapist 

watching old movies

slowly dancing on 40′s songs

face masks

cutting and styling his hair 

and beard

helping him to heal his wounds

buying him new knives

he’s very proud about his knives collection

teaching you some of his fighting styles and you teaching him some of yours

hand to hand combat

waking up face to face in the morning

‘princess, love, darling, doll, babe, angel’

giving you your favourite chocolate and flowers every time you have a bad day

common bath

running your fingers through his hair all the time

he’s doing the same for you

pizza dates

pizza dates are you two at night in blanket bunker watching some movies while you eating pizza

heart stopping kisses

he let you borrow his dog tags 

baking together

when you’re on your period he try so hard to make you feel better

buying everything you need

doing everything you want him to do

if your period cramps are bad as mine and it hurts that much until you vomit he will hold your hair and rub circles on your back

HATES to see you in pain

if he could take those cramps for you he would

not big PDA just holding hands

but he won’t hesitate to show the person he is jealous of that you’re taken

sometimes when he’s talking to Steve or Sam he’ll start rambling about you how he loves you and how amazing you’re

telling each other ‘I love you’ all the time

him laying his head on your lap while you are working 

making pranks on Sam

when you are angry at him he will follow you around like a lost puppy until you forgive him

he’ll add some of yours favourite sweets and flowers

you mostly don’t argue

leaves you notes when he have to leave early with some croissant

when he don’t have to leave and he wakes up before you he will make you breakfast

when you wake up before him you let him sleep because he need a big rest

either of you are not a morning person

wearing his hoodies

let you draw on his metal arm with erasable maker

let you paint his nails

when he don’t see you in a crowd of people he is worried

big worries

he knows that you’re strong and you can protect yourself but still

he loves you so so much that I can’t even describe it

♡

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Chapter 9 Cuddles

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Chapter summary: Grace and Bucky have a quiet night, cuddling in the couch and making out.

Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings (this chap): Fluff, Kisses, Discussion of Emotions, Sexual Tension, Soft Bucky Barnes.

Find more chapters of the "Fading Scars" Series here ♡

Silver stars hung in the dark sky. The night was quiet and beautiful, with rays of the glittering moon passing through the windows. James lingered in a corner of the living room, pretending to read a newspaper. He watched Grace secretly, hesitant about whether to approach her or not. She was nestled on the couch, surrounded by plump cushions, paying attention to a music program on TV.

At times, she would sing along and she had such a calming voice that, for some reason, it made his chest vibrate. The softness of her voice held an inexplicable power as if it had the ability to soothe his restless soul. He stepped closer, his footsteps silent yet she still turned her head, her gaze meeting his, her song tapering off into the stillness.

"Sorry, was I singing too loudly?"

He swallowed thickly and replied, "No, you shouldn't have stopped..."

"Really?"

He hummed. "You have a beautiful voice."

"Thank you." A rosy blush crept across her cheeks, and she shifted on the couch, making room for him. "Don't stand there. Join me."

"Um... m-maybe... I d-don't know..." he mumbled awkwardly, very deliberately not meeting her eyes.

Noticing his rather cute reluctance, she outstretched her hands. "Come over. Let's cuddle Sarge."

Her words lit a fire in him and the next thing she felt was his warm body against her. As she positioned herself, he gathered her into his embrace, his arms enveloping her in a protective hold. She snuggled up against him, chest to chest, burying her head in the crook of his neck. She smiled and her my eyes for a second, silently inhaling and exhaling his natural musk.

James moaned in contempt, marveling at the way her body fit against his, her warmth seeping into his very being. She affected him in more ways than one, and it was beginning to scare him. Thoughts danced in his mind, the stark contrast between their worlds a reminder of the darkness he carried within. She was a beacon of light, delicate and precious, while he was a tempest of shadows and violence.

They were so different.

She was soft and scared of violence, while he had spent decades killing people for sport.

He could never truly have her yet... a part of him, the greedy part in him yearned to hold her, to feel her; even for a few greedy moments, even for these days they would spend together. She was the only ray of sunshine setting alight his black life, the only person willing to face him as an equal.

"Tighter," she said, shaking off his thoughts.

"What?"

"Hug me tighter." She raised her head and kissed his cheek. "You aren't going to break me."

"I kind of did... back then, when I was the Winter Soldier... you bore the bruises, the pain—"

"You weren't yourself. I thought we settled that," she said while playing idly with the fabric of his shirt.

"I still have a metal arm. I need to be careful."

"You are brave and strong," Grace began, "qualities I wish I possessed more of. I often feel like I bring nothing but trouble."

"Don't say that."

"But it's true... I can barely handle watching a fight without falling apart."

"You're not weak. There's a different kind of power in you; kindness, a rare quality in this world." And as for violence, you can simply close your eyes and stop watching."

She frowned adorably. "Close my eyes? Isn't that weird?"

A small smile tugged at his lips. "I think it's a perfect solution. Violence can't harm you if you're not looking."

"Alright, I'll give it a try," she said and felt his breath hitch at her words.

"You will never witness anything that will stress you out. Never again."

"I'm confident you'll be there to protect me. Just as I'll be here to chase away the nightmares that haunt you."

"No one can save me from Hydra..." he muttered. "I must be careful, very careful because if I accidentally get brainwashed again, and god forbid, I do something to you—"

"Stop," she said, her voice rising proudly. "Make positive thoughts. Don't draw the darkness. Hydra can not control you. You're long immune to their sick ways."

"I hope you're right. I don't want you to be hurt..." he said and buried his face in her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent.

"You underestimate yourself. You won't hurt me or anyone else. With time, I'm sure you'll learn to release the blame you've carried for far too long."

He looked up at her aghast and when she smiled, she was so sweet, causing his heart to thud so loudly he feared she might hear it.

"How do you always manage to make me speechless with those words of yours?"

"Hmm... Maybe because I can only think of you and the way you hold me with your strong hands."

"You're the only one who thinks of me like that," he replied, pressing a tender kiss to the tip of her nose.

"Does that mean I'm unique?"

A soft hum escaped him, a barely audible affirmation, followed by a gentle brush of his lips at the corner of her mouth. Her lips were moist and warm against his own. He tightened his hold on her and inhaled sharply, all the sounds around them fading. She moaned happily and curled into him more comfortably, leaning up to kiss him deeper.

"You are unique," he whispered into her mouth, his fleshly thumb caressing her cheek.

"Ah, the classic sweet talk," she playfully teased, peppering kisses along his jawline.

"Flirting, I believe they call it flirting," he chuckled softly. "Though I suppose I am a bit old-fashioned."

"Well... you're old school, but I happen to really like that." Her curiosity got the best of her. "So, when was the last time you... well, you know, were intimate with someone?"

A thoughtful pause and he finally replied, "During World War 2, I believe. It was actually a double date, with Steve and Peggy. Stark Expo, if I remember correctly."

"Ah, inseparable best friends, I see."

He nodded. "Steve is one of a kind. He was—is my best friend, my family. And he's the only man to have taken the serum and remain the same. Brave. Virtuous. Untainted."

She raised an eyebrow. "He's not the only one! You've taken the serum too, and you're the one and only Sergeant James Bucky Barnes."

"I have a past—"

"Your past doesn't define you," she interjected firmly. "What Hydra did to you is not a reflection of your true self. You're not a killing machine. You have feelings. Don't degrade yourself. If you do, I might just have to deliver a friendly punch to that handsome face of yours."

His laughter rang out, a melody of genuine amusement. "I thought you couldn't stand violence."

She grinned mischievously. "I can't watch it, but I can inflict it. And besides, you're a super soldier. A little punch won't hurt."

He chuckled, a warmth spreading through his chest. "I'll try to do better. Alright?"

"You've almost convinced me."

He raised a brow. "Almost?"

"Hmm... you need to give me more kisses, Sergeant."

He chuckled. "I believe your intentions are to thoroughly take advantage of me."

"Are you complaining? I'm gonna leave then," she attempted to squirm away but he drew her onto him.

"I'm not letting you go that easily."

She feigned a mock pout. "And what are we supposed to do now?"

"Do you want to spend the rest of the night with this old man, kissing and occasionally watching TV?"

A soft smile tugged at her lips. "I'd be more than happy to—"

The rest of her words melted when he kissed her, a warm sensation buzzing inside her. Her arms snaked around his neck as his tongue traced the seam of her lips, seeking entry. With a soft sigh of surrender, she welcomed him, their mouths melding in a passionate dance. She molded herself against his chest, fingers tracing gentle patterns on his back. All the sounds died out as their connection deepened, the television utterly forgotten.

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[scoonsalicious]

WE R SO CLOSE TO THE END!! POOKIE IM SO PROUD OF YOU!! DELIVERED AND FED US AS ALWAYS.🩷🩷

I. CANT. WAIT. FOR. THE. LIL. ANGST. REVELATION. TOTAL. BITCH. POCKET. AND. BUCKAROO. ON. HIS. KNEES.

Seriously Pocket and Bucky is SO CUTEEE!!🤍🤍🤍 BOTH OF THEM R SMITTEN FOR EACH OTHER😭

*giggling, kicking my feet, crying because in real life i am lonely*

GIVE US MORE FLUFFY SEXY POCKET X BUCKY TIME!!🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻

Now let us discuss about cunthage. Pookie already hinted that she’s going after out beloved nerd and as i said before WE SHALL MANIFEST FOR TOTAL BITCH POCKET.

MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET MANIFESTING TOTAL BITCH POCKET

Jeremiah saying she’s gunna die bcs if she didn’t take Winter Soldier back to HYDRA, they’ll unalive her. Also I think what Pocket said is true about cuntsy ‘like/attracted’ to Buckdoodle (I mean… who wouldn’t?😂) Somehow along the way, she connected with him, caught feelings and shit and ‘fantasising’ a relationship with him cus she’s that much of a cunt. The reason why she didn’t take him to HYDRA (*cough* during the Russia mission — man even I hate remembering/simply writing the Russia mission) is bcs he’s Bucky Barnes at the time and NOT the Soldat. And oh, also she’s enjoying the *cough* fuck ‘activity’. Fucking John IS OBSESSED.

Anywho……

IM JUST GOING TO STOP CRITICAL THINKING ABT WHAT HAPPENED IN RUSSIA AND WAIT FOR MOTHER POOKIE TO DELIVER THE FOOD AND I SHALL EAT IT WITH SUCH FEROCITY.

I want to know why it happened. Why Bucky made that choice (bcs i feel like the reason are still a bit unclear — like why do it again🤨 what is the purpose). I want a full depth of it. If I were Pocket, I *want* to see what happened (even if it killed me — better bleach my eyes). Oh and ofc, im not just gunna roast Jeremy… im roasting Buckwheat too before i forgive him.

*real footage of Pocket transitioningto a total bitch Pocket after the revelation*

Btw i read someone said Steve’s role? He has a role?!Let’s kill him. HE NEEDS TO BEGONE. GET OUT OF OUR LIFE. Steve and Jeremiah would be a great couple. (sarcasm intended). WHY STEVE? WHY CANT U JUST DUCK OFF. DONT TELL ME STEVE IS THE ONE WHO MADE THAT ‘NEWS’ (him and pocket false relation). OR THE ONE WHO LET CUNTHAGE TO GO TO THE RUSSIA MISSION. DONT FUCK W ME STEVE IM WARNING YOU. BACK THE FUCK OFF.

Also, I JUST remembered that Nat said Steve didn’t want Bucky to replace Dark Chocolate. I tell ya, HE’S FISHY. HE MUST HAVE A HIDDEN PLAN. HE DIDNT WANT BUCKY TO MEET POCKET, NOT BCS HE CARES FOR POCKET (okay, maybe he cares a little — bcs duh he *cough* loves likes her) but still he has his own agenda). HES PLANNING TO ‘CHARM’ POCKET. NAH. BACK OFF!!

Oh and rewinding back to chapter 26, that’s love right there. Pocket reassuring Bucky even when she didn’t trust him anymore, and Bucky ‘rejecting’ — pulling himself away — bcs it’ll kill him if she didn’t reciprocate his feelings. BTW THE KISS?!😫😫😫 *squealing like a child*. The way Bucky became owigoowie (man idk if this is even a word) when he said ‘present tense’. (🥹 — this is literally his facial expression at the time)

Alrighty, as usual, mother pookie, i love you and i wanna kiss you just like how Bucky kiss the life out of Pocket🩷🩷🩷 I didn’t say this much but thank u for everything. Thank you for writing. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for replying. I know I type a lot bcs I want to really express how im feeling, but it sometime is restricted/limited bcs im not a native english speaker😂 so my thoughts aren’t conveyed fully/correctly. (Also bcs i am just that dramatic and a yapper)

Please, take a great rest while you can. Hope you always in the pink. Again, I cant wait for the lil angsty, bitchy Pocket and revelation in chp 27. I am eagerly waiting for the showdown (*cough*, please, let there be a scene of Bucky punching Jonah and Stevuck). Thy meowsies love thou, mother pookie🫵🏻

PS// I KNOW I SAID I RUN OUT OF CAT SMOOCH GIFS BUT I CANT HELP MYSELF AND SEARCH FOR IT. THIS IS FROM GOOGLE😭

Since you gave me a photo of Elliot and Theo, I presented to you my unhinged (literally) cats, fat one is Hyde (Haida) and smaller one is Muezza (Moja).

OH! Out of topic…

RAGHHHH MALAYSIA MENTIONEDDDDD!!!🫵🏻🇲🇾🇲🇾🇲🇾KKAW KKAW

>>>and if there is a typo im sorry😂

Pookie, if you thought I fed you yesterday, I will GOURGE YOU TODAY! Eight mother fucking parts! Fuck. All the revelations in this chapter (well, most of them, anyway, lol).

Bucky and Pocket are just unable to not be together. It goes against their very DNA.

I have eleven fluff/smut post-series oneshots planned for the two of them, so we shall have happy times once the story is done. I can't quit them. They are my OTP (sorry, Buffy & Spike :( ).

Total Bitch Pocket has been unleased for Chapter 27! The snark is strong, and she is not afraid to unleash it, even if it has some negative consequences for her. She is using her greatest weapon at her disposal-- her dirty mouth, lol.

Jacoby is TOTALLY OBSESSED with Bucky-- it doesn't even matter what Hydra wants with him now. She wants him, and that's her prime objective. You will now be able to see what happened in Russia (Pocket, too!) and what happened to get him into that position. Ugh, I want to write so much more to you, but I am so dehydrated from this fucking migraine that my entire body hurts, so I can't type a lot without pain. Just know I love you, I love reading your comments. Your kittens are adorable and I want to give the squeezies.

xoxo You're the best!

[jessybarnes]

Unexpected Savior

Pairings: The Winter Soldier x OFC Cadence Michaelson (platonic), Bucky Barnes x OFC Cadence Michaelson (platonic), Bucky Barnes x OFC Jane Michaelson (implied)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner/Hulk, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, The Winter Soldier, OFC Jane Michaelson, and OFC Cadence Michaelson

Rating: Mature

Tags: Angst, fluff, Bucky's trigger words, Hydra, weapons, use of a syringe/needle, mentions of killing, anxiety, fear, crying, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 2,992

Betas: T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza 

Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: This fic is based on my daughter. She is absolutely obsessed with Bucky and if he were real and this happened to her in real life, she would 100% defend him. I am not fluent in Russian, nor do I trust Google translate to get the words right. I'm sorry if the trigger words aren't spelled correctly. If anyone is Russian or knows the language, please feel free to correct me! I will change it in the fic if need be. 

Bucky knew going on this mission was a bad idea. It wasn't a difficult one, but he just had this feeling. A gut instinct told him that he should stay back at the Avenger's Tower. The team needed him though, so despite his bad feeling, he got on the Quinjet with them anyway. 

Their objective was simple. Fury needed some Hydra intel about a supposed secret base location. All they had to do was search an old warehouse that had been previously abandoned and see if they'd left behind any clue of where it could be. 

Once they arrived the team thought it best to split up so they could cover more ground. Steve and Bucky had gone east, Clint and Natasha chose the north side, Sam and Tony took the larger west side. That left Thor and Bruce with the south end. 

Things were fine at first, searching filing cabinets, desks, and boxes while communicating through their comms system. A few minutes later, however, Bucky started to feel uneasy. Almost like he was being watched. He shook it off and told Steve he was going to check the rooms at the end of one of the hallways. 

The first two didn't have anything useful, but the third one had a safe. Bucky had set his rifle down on a nearby desk and began pulling at the handle with his metal arm. Everything happened so fast. The door slammed shut, a needle in his neck, and muffled voices was all he remembered before everything went black. 

That brings him to where he is now. He's tied to a chair, his metal arm is stuck between two pieces of heavy machinery, and Rumlow sits in front of him with the book. The fucking book ruined his goddamn life.

"Hello, James. It's good to see you again."

Bucky glares at him menacingly, "fuck you, Rumlow." 

"Well, that's not very nice. I'm here to do you a favor after all."

Bucky scoffs and continues to try and break free of his bonds. "I'd rather you go to hell!"

Rumlow smirks and leans in close to his face. "You first." 

He opens the book and stands up, staring straight at Bucky as he speaks. 

Zhelaniye

Bucky grits his teeth and pulls harder on the ropes.

Rjaviy

"No!" He closes his eyes and wills himself not to listen. 

Semnadtsať 

It wasn't working. Bucky can feel himself slipping away. 

Rassvet 

"Aghhhh! Stop!" 

Pech' 

His mind starts to fog over, the evil inside him beginning to rise and take hold again. 

Devyať

All he can do is scream. He knows it won't work. He's past the point of no return now. 

Dobroserdechnyy 

Bucky hangs his head, his chest heaving as the monster gains the upper hand inside him. 

Vozvrashcheniye na rodinu 

He's fading, like he's in a nightmare where he can see what's going on, but can't control anything. 

Odin

The last sliver of himself slowly dissipates, the vile desire to kill flooding through his body. 

Tovarnyy vagon 

He's gone. Bucky Barnes is pushed to the side as pure evil, the Winter Soldier, takes complete control of his body. 

Rumlow walks to stand in front of the soldier, crouching down so he can see the emotionless blue eyes of his weapon. He unties him and raises the metal machinery.

"Soldat?"

Bucky doesn't move, he doesn't even blink, but he answers the Hydra affiliate nonetheless. "Ya gotov otvechet" 

His response is deep, very monotone, and he stands staring straight ahead as he waits for his mission instructions.

"Do you see this man?" Rumlow holds up a file with a man's picture on it and Bucky immediately responds. "Da."

"This man has stolen vital information from Hydra, and he needs to be eliminated within the next twelve hours." 

The Winter Soldier stalks out of the small room and takes a high-powered gun from one of the guards. His stealthy nature allows him to sneak out of the back without being detected by the Avengers, and within minutes he's on his way back to New York. 

Steve is furious. He's pacing back and forth in the common room of the tower chastising himself for allowing this to happen again. Bucky is his best friend. He's been through so much torture, so much pain, and he couldn't even protect him on an easy mission.

"Goddammit!" He slams his fist into the wall, punching right through it, and making everyone else in the room jump. 

Natasha stands and walks across the room. "We're gonna get him back, Steve."

He snaps his gaze to hers, "how, Natasha? We don't know where they took him. Hell, he could be in Siberia and we wouldn't know."

Stark cuts in before she can respond. "Actually, you're wrong." 

All eyes move to Tony, but he isn't focused on them. Instead, he's typing something into one of his many tech devices.

Clint raises an eyebrow, "care to elaborate?"

A couple of seconds later, he projects a map for all of them to see. "This," he points to a little moving dot, "is Barnes' current location."

"After our last big mission, I took the liberty of putting tracking devices in everyone's gear. I would have tracked him earlier, but I didn't think we'd need the main tracker module for such a small mission. I was wrong. The good news is, it looks like he's right here in Manhattan." 

Steve moves to stand in front of the map, watching the tiny, red dot. The moment it stops, he notes the location and grabs his shield.

Bruce steps in front of him holding out a hand. "Whoa, don't you think we should talk about this, Steve? We can't just go into this blind."

"I agree with Banner," Thor adds. "I've definitely learned my lesson from charging into a battle without a plan."

The Captain turns around, giving his team a stern look. "Bucky is my best friend. I was the only one he remotely recognized back when we had the conflict with the Accords. If anyone is going to bring him back, it's me." 

Jane pulls her red Chevy Malibu into the gas station parking lot. She and her nine-year-old daughter, Cadence, have been driving for nearly twelve hours now, and they're hungry. Their hotel isn't too far away, but she wants to stock up on snacks for the room since the amenities they provide cost an arm and a leg.

She brought her daughter here for her birthday since it's been the only thing she's asked for over the past eight months. Cadence is a bit more unique than the rest of the kids in her grade. They were all playing outside or watching their favorite cartoons while having sleepovers with their friends.

Not her baby though. No, she spends almost all her time watching the news just to catch a glimpse of her favorite team of superheroes. Almost everything in her room revolves around the Avengers, specifically Captain America and Bucky Barnes. Cadence would often tell Jane that she wants a best friend like Bucky and Steve are to each other. 

Jane isn't sure if their tower allows visitors, but they plan to try tomorrow morning. Her baby will be ten in just under eleven hours, and it would make her entire life if she could have a chance to meet her idols. 

The gas station is quiet. Other than the cashier, they're the only ones there. Jane walks down one of the back aisles and begins to grab bags of chips. She turns to her daughter and smiles.

"Hey baby, do you wanna go pick out some candy for the room? Pick whatever you want, okay?"

Cadence nods, "Okay, Mommy!" 

Even though the candy aisle is on the opposite end of the store, she doesn't think anything of it. It's not that big, and she can still see her while she stocks up on drinks. As she is reaching for a two liter of Coke, all hell breaks loose.

Jane whips around at the sound of the door being ripped off its hinges. She watches in horror as her daughter's idol walks in with an assault rifle. Cadence stands no more than five feet away staring wide-eyed at the super soldier. Jane knows he isn't Bucky, but her baby doesn't. She didn't have the heart to tell her about all the torture James had to go through when he was captured by Hydra.

Now her daughter is mere feet away from the assassin, and she's too scared to even blink for fear of him turning around and shooting her little girl. 

Just when Bucky raises the gun at the startled cashier, the rest of the Avengers come barreling through the wall, courtesy of the Hulk, to try and stop him from adding another kill to his list.

"Bucky! Stop!"

Steve shouts at his friend causing him to turn around and narrow his eyes. He doesn't speak, but his intent to kill is evident. 

Everyone is armed and ready to strike if James so much as twitches. Jane looks at her daughter and tries to get her attention as quietly as she can, but it's no use. Her baby is laser-focused on the situation, her eyes wide with fear and wonder.

The moment Iron Man raises his hand to fire a beam at James, Jane's worst fear becomes a reality. Everything happens in slow motion as Cadence drops the bag of Skittles she's holding and runs straight into the line of fire. 

"No! No, don't hurt him, Iron Man! Don't hurt my Bucky!"

She stops in front of the Winter Soldier and wraps her tiny hands around his waist, burying her face in the front piece of his tactical gear. Everyone stops. It's so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

Steve, Tony, Sam, Thor, Natasha, Clint, and even the Hulk stand completely still with horrified looks on their faces. Never in the history of their careers has a civilian intervened on any of their missions. Especially not a child. Now they're standing there, trying to come up with a strategy on how to save this tiny little girl from one of the world's most deadly assassins. 

Steve is the closest to her. She's probably no more than forty-five pounds and maybe three and a half feet tall. He could probably grab her before she got too injured. He isn't sure that's the right way to go about this though. He gauges Bucky's reaction to try and figure out the best solution. 

The Winter Soldier looks down at her, confusion written all over his face. He isn't trained in any interactions other than the ones where he kills. He's mostly confused about what she said. My Bucky. There's that name again, the one that the Steve guy called him on the bridge a few years ago. 

"I'm not Bucky."

She looks up into his menacing eyes and hugs him a bit tighter.

"You look like my Bucky. And you talk like him. Did you lose your memory? The tall blonde over there," she points to Steve, "he's your best friend! I think you guys have been friends for like a hundred years or something. My Mommy told me once, but I forgot the story." 

Tony speaks up to try and coax her away from the danger she's in. "Hey, sweetheart…Bucky isn't feeling good right now and he needs our help. Can you go hang out with my friend Natasha over there so we can help him?"

Cadence turns around, her arms are spread out and her back presses up against Bucky's legs.

"No! I won't let you hurt him! If you're gonna make him better, then why would you shoot him? That's not how you play with your friends. You don't hurt them. My mommy says friends are supposed to give each other hugs when they're upset. Right, Mommy?" 

Everyone, including Bucky, turns their gaze to Jane. She's moved a bit closer now, still too scared to make any sudden movements.

"T-That's right honey," she whispers. "Can you do what Iron Man said and go stand with Black Widow? Please, baby?"

Jane's voice is shaky and she's got tears in her eyes. Bucky picks up on it all. His confusion increases and he's starting to feel different. 

His flesh hand is still on the trigger of the rifle, but it's pointed at the floor now. Cadence moves to stand at Bucky's side, and everyone watches in amazement and fear as she grabs his metal hand in hers, holding it tightly.

"I can't, Mommy! Iron Man will hurt him." She starts to cry, thick tears sliding down her tiny cheeks onto her shirt. "I love him, Mommy. I love Bucky and I won't let anyone hurt him because he's a good person. He's just having a bad day, and we all have those." 

Bucky squeezes his eyes shut, his head beginning to throb. His breathing pattern changes and then suddenly, he feels the anger leave his body. He looks down at the tiny blonde holding his bionic hand and pries it from her grasp. The movement makes Steve step forward, ready to pull her away from him in an instant. Instead, he and everyone else stare in awe as Bucky gently rubs the back of her head. 

All their eyes widen in shock. Sam is the first to move. He folds his wings into his pack and slowly steps forward.

"Buck? Hey, man you good?"

James looks up and drops the gun. He feels lightheaded and quickly falls to his knees. Cadence is now level with his face and she smiles warmly at him.

"It's okay, Bucky. Sometimes superheroes need protecting too."

She snakes her arms around his neck and rests her tiny cheek on his shoulder.

James has never been shown this much compassion by anyone other than Steve. He looks up at Jane, his eyes shining with tears, and gingerly runs his metal hand down Cadence's back.

"Th-Thank you…" His body starts to shake a little as he cries from both the kindness and the relief of knowing he didn't hurt anybody.

Cadence pulls back to look at him and reaches out to wipe his tears with the sleeve of her shirt. "Oh, please don't cry, Bucky. You're too pretty to cry...well, at least that's what my Mommy says." 

Jane goes beet red and buries her face in her hands. Bucky glances at her briefly before looking back into her daughter's big, brown eyes.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Cadence Elizabeth Michaelson and my Mommy's name is Jane Marie Michaelson." 

James smiles and cradles her cheek with his flesh hand, "I owe you my life, Cadence. If it weren't for you, I don't know if my friends would have been able to bring me back."

Tony crouches down and removes his helmet. "You're a very brave little girl, Cadence. I could use someone like you on the team. When you're older, of course. I'm sure your Mom wouldn't like it if I recruited you now." He winks. 

Steve walks over to Jane and looks her over to make sure she's okay.

"Hi, ma'am. I'm sure you know me, but I'm Captain Steve Rogers. I know this might sound a little strange, but do you think you and your daughter would be willing to come back to the tower with us? I'd like to discuss a few things with you if that's alright?"

She nods, "Yes, that's okay. It's actually why we came here anyway. Cadence's birthday is tomorrow and all she's ever wanted since she was two years old was to meet you guys. Especially Bucky. She has always been drawn to him from the start." 

Back at the compound, they all gather in the common room. Nat, Bruce, Sam, Thor, and Clint are eating snacks and watching TV, Steve, Tony, and Jane are chatting in the kitchen, and Bucky is sitting on the floor with Cadence. She's on his lap and reading him her favorite book, The Very Hungry Caterpillar. 

"Ms. Michaelson I-"

She interrupts Steve briefly, "please call me Jane."

He smiles, "Jane, I don't think you understand how extraordinary that was. This isn't the first time Bucky has been brainwashed by Hydra, and the last two times we were in a situation like that, things didn't end well. The only way we were able to bring him out of the Winter Soldier mindset was to restrain him and wait it out."

Tony nods, "he's right, ya know. Barnes doesn't trust anyone really. Well, except for red, white, and blue here and maybe Natasha, but he's still not to that point with everyone else." 

Steve puts a big hand on Jane's shoulder. "In all the years I've known Buck, he's never let himself be that vulnerable with anyone other than myself. I don't know what it is about your little girl, but she calms his anxiety. I can see it, and that's why I'm asking you if you'd consider staying here for a while? You'd have your own rooms, own bathroom, all new furniture, and whatever else you need." 

Jane's eyes go wide, "y-you...you want us to stay here in the tower… with you?"

He nods, "if you're willing to. I don't think Bucky's really ready to let his new best friend go yet. I know it's selfish of me to ask such a thing of you, but I think it would really help him if she's around."

She looks over at her daughter and watches as she and James laugh at something in the story she's reading him. He really does look relaxed, and despite his strength and metal arm, he's being so careful with her. Jane moves her eyes back to look at the two men in front of her. Her decision comes easy, and she doesn't hesitate in giving them a bright smile. 

"Alright, we'll stay."

Does anyone want a Part Two? :)

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[noshitbarnes]

Better Now?: Prologue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: Sophia was 18 when Hydra kidnapped her, gave her abilities, and made her their new secret weapon. Now, flash-forward 9 years later and she's living with the Avengers, trying to live with everything she did, and trust those she now calls teammates.

Warnings: angst, torture, kidnapping

Word Count: 1,652

Notes: This is a rewrite of an old with the same title, I just didn't like the way I wrote it, and this one came out a lot better (in my opinion)! So just let me know if you guys like it!

Better Now? Masterlist

Sophia Dreyer’s story starts off simple enough, but tragic. Almost nine years ago when Sophia was barley 18 years old, she was in Dresden, Germany, on summer holiday visiting her family. It was the summer after her first year of college at LMU Munich University, where she was studying Microbiology, hoping one day to be a Genetic researcher, to help cure cancer, things like that. It was late and Sophia was heading back to college after an amazing summer with her family, about 11PM, when her car had decided that that was the perfect time to leave her stranded on the side of the highway. She’s never been the handiest person when it came to mechanics, that was more her sister and father’s thing, so she thought all hope was lost. Just when she was about to completely give up and sleep in the backseat, she finally managed to see headlights coming her way and was able to flag them down. She was overjoyed, thinking finally someone was going to be able to help get her back on the road back to school—she was wrong. The people in the car had opposite ideas, they were Hydra soldiers, looking for volunteers for their next big scheme, Sophia didn’t even know what Hydra was or why she should be afraid of them, but she would soon learn.

The Hydra soldiers took her to their main headquarters in the vast Russian wilderness, away from curious eyes. There they had all the latest technology, weapons, and torture devices, focusing the latter on Sophia. Day after day for eight years she was tortured, experimented on, and used as a weapon for Hydra. It seemed like every day they found a new way to make her scream, which they relished in. From water boarding to wiring her up to a car battery and shocking the shit out of her, there was never a dull day, or a sleep filled night—it’s also there that Sophia obtained her powers, which was the point of why Hydra kidnapped her. After the success of the Winter Soldier, Hydra wanted to see if they could make another soldier but one with a more trusting face and with enhanced abilities, one that could be more of a secret agent instead of a pure assassin, and they decided that kidnapping and experimenting on nearby citizens was the best way to get “test subjects.” Sophia’s powers are well odd, to her at least, the lead Hydra scientist called it cryokinesis, which means she can manipulate anything cold, like ice, water, frost, and some other things, but even after eight years she’s still learning how to control it all.

When the team realized that their experiments had been a success, they told her that she was going to be their new secret weapon that she was going to have the opportunity to “change the world” and that the world would be grateful for it. Sophia however wasn’t an idiot, she didn’t believe a word they said, but it’s not like she had many other options so she did as she was instructed, hoping that one day an opportunity would arise, and she would be free. Sophia could infiltrate enemy bases with ease, she had the looks of the girl-next-door, but also the brains to show those around that she belonged there, so it was easy for her to fake being an agent of any kind. To Sophia’s disgust it also took her minutes to dismantle the base and everyone in it, she hated how easily it came to her, how the more she did it, the more it seemed to be second nature, but after so many missions, she no longer cared. She eventually grew cold and harsh, caring not about others and even less about herself, nothing matters to her anymore, she even stopped dreaming of ever escaping and seeing her family again. After four years, killing became second nature and the old her, the happy her, was gone.

Years into her captivity, SHIELD got word from an informant that Hydra had started doing illegal human experimentation and they had been successful with one woman, and agents infiltrated the base a few weeks later to put an end to it all. The moment the gunshots and screams started, Sophia was convinced that they were going to kill her as well because of all the horrible things that she had done. When they did find her, she was in the corner of her cell, cowering from fear, a collar wrapped around her neck that prevented her from using her powers, but she still had her hands up ready to defend herself. One of the agents, and archer names Clint Barton, took it upon himself to try and coax her out, he sat on the floor of her cell and talked to her almost like she was a frightened little kitten. To this day, she still doesn’t know why, but she trusted him, perhaps it was his kind eyes, his soft voice, or the fact that he literally got on the floor with her, but he convinced her that she was safe.

Eventually, Sophia was interviewed by Clint’s boss, a man named Phil Coulson, he was also very kind, understanding, and acted as if he really did want to help. He told her that she wasn’t to blame for what happened or for the things that she had done, she was only trying to survive, after all she was a captive of Hydra. He offered to help her in any way he could in order to help her move on, but only if she would let him.

After many many hours of talking, Phil eventually decided that Sophia would be a good asset to the team, telling her that her powers didn’t have to be a curse that she can choose how she uses them, and she can choose to use them to help people now. Sophia, however, didn’t want any part of it, all she wanted was to return home and try to pick up what remained of her life back in Germany. When Phil began talking about taking her to America with them, she panicked, she didn’t want to go there, she wanted to be on her own—finally. All this talk about leaving gave her this sickening feeling in her stomach that they were just going to stick her in a room and watch her, just like Hydra did for years. She decided at that moment her best option was to fight her way out and escape—which she did.

Unfortunately for her though, once she got free, she became lost because Hydra made certain that she knew next to nothing of where she was being kept, all she knew was that she was in a frigid forest. Sophia was alone in the snow-covered forest for three days, luckily for her due to her powers the cold never bothered her, but she did start to lose hope of ever making it out alive, dehydration or starvation would get her soon. Despite how much she hated her life the way it was, she didn’t really want to die, but she figured it was what she truly deserved.

Just as she thought all was lost, Agent Barton found her, cowering against a tree, covered in a blanket of fresh snow. He sat down on the ground next to her and talked to her for about an hour. It was mainly a one-sided conversation, Clint talked about how much he missed his dog, Lucky, how long he’d been a SHIELD agent, and how damn cold the ground was. After a while Sophia say up and looked him in the eyes, growing more relaxed by his presence. He then informed her that in the end, going to the states was really her choice, and if she didn’t want to, they wouldn’t force it on her. Despite not knowing anything about her, Clint said he saw a lot of potential in her, saying it seemed like deep down she had a big heart and he thought she would do amazing things if she would just give herself a little grace. Sophia was warmed by his strange confidence in her and decided that moving forward would be the best thing for her, instead of dwelling on the past.

Once in America, Sophia was placed in a secret government facility because some members of Phil’s team were still unsure of her and wanted to know the true extent of her powers. After a while she started to believe that she just traded in her Hydra cell for a bright shiny SHIELD cell. There was a bed, desk, and a toilet, all in the same room, it was small compact, no color, just blank steel walls. She wasn’t sure hop long she was going to be there because no one ever told her when or if she’d ever be released. She tried her best to cooperate with everyone, she wanted them to trust her because she really did want to put her past with Hydra behind her and start a brand-new life helping people. Sophia wanted them to understand that she didn’t choose this life, before Hydra she was just a college girl from Germany who wanted to study pathogens and viruses, but no matter what she said, not much got through to them. She saw a bunch of doctors and scientists over her many months there, she ended up growing a friendship with one, a man named Dr. Bruce Banner. He was kind, gentle, and completely genuine. He listened to every word she said, and she could tell that he really did care about what happened to her, almost like he understood the torment that was going on inside of her. Maybe he would be able to get the others to understand that she was some evil Hydra machine anymore.

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Summary: It has been five long years since Thanos snapped half of all existence into dust along with half of Bucky's heart. He runs to the life of an assassin as the Winter Soldier once again until he is caught against his wishes in Madripoor. "There is a chance," Steve told him with tears in his eyes. "We're going back. To fix everything." They could all go back to the past. But Bucky had a different plan in mind. And it didn't have anything to do with any infinity stones but everything to do with the reason he'd been running. He was going to fix the biggest mistake he'd ever made.

WRITTEN BY: @if-you-onlyknew & @katiekinswrites

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OFC

Rating: M (Mature) & E (Explicit)

PART 2/3 in the: Maggie/Bucky What If (AU) Series - READ PART ONE HERE (X)

CHAPTER 4:

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His mind was on Maggie. She was mad at him. They had fought. Was that going to be his last moment with his little sister? He didn’t even take the time to glance in her direction as he and Bucky had left the motel. He shook his head in frustration. He shouldn’t have been so hard on her. “We should split up,” Christopher suggested. “Go back to Mags,” he said quietly, his mouth barely moving in case there was someone else out there watching them. “Get her far away from here.”

Tell her I’m sorry.

“And lead them to her?” Bucky asked. “No. Call her. Instruct her on what to do.” Maggie was very smart and could think fast on her toes. She’d be okay.

“I shouldn’t have involved her in any of this,” Christopher said with regret thick in his voice.

Bucky cast a quick glance at his side before turning a corner in the direction of where they had left Maggie’s car. “Hydra would’ve grabbed me if you didn’t get me out of there. She saved my life. Both of you did.”

But at what cost? Christopher had been to war — he had been shot at, faced dangers that were unthinkable at such a young age. But right now? He was terrified. He’d never been this scared before. If anything happened to Maggie, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

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Just want a winter soldier x reader fic. Not in a dark way. Like the reader may be anything. ( a civilian, a widow, a hydra experiment as well, another super soldier, etc) as long as she forms a healthy and loving bond with the winter soldier. She’s there when his memory is wiped, she is also there when winter is agonized, May it be from the physical torture or the emotional nightmare. She’s just there for Bucky even if he was still winter. And some odd reasons? Winter never touched her wrongly bc there’s this love somewhere in his heart, telling him to protect instead of harm. Is it really winter? Or bucky? Or is it both? No matter. Because when the civil war happens and Bucky was freed, she was forgotten. Left behind. (I’d like to imagine maybe she is anyone who works within stark companies, better if she was also like a person whom has lived 50+ years but don’t age)

Now as Bucky was freed, she gets to see Bucky live a new life. Broken and beaten still, but new, nonetheless. It was like her times and years with winter was all in her head. Ay some point, she almost believed it was all just some lousy dream. But it is true. There life together, though filled with pain and sorrow for the majority of winter’s existence, was very much real.

She wanted and tried telling Bucky privately. But she has no proof. How can she prove herself to Bucky? But what it just did was to cause a big rift between them. Bucky, the ever trust issues and broken guy, knows of her feelings for him. He thinks that it’s absurd that they had those moments together. He thinks she’s doing it to ruin his current healthy and happy relationship. He thinks that she’s just jealous of his girl that she created a massive detailed story of a fairytale life. And to be honest, she also almost believed it. Nevertheless, Bucky disliked her then on. And So she had to watch Bucky find his girl and settle. Not settle as in marry. But just, look at the girl as if she hung the stars and the moon for him whipped.

Until. One line. He heard specific line that had him reeling, had him have flashes of memories. (Idk what specific line, your choice!) it was something that she says to reassure and comfort winter.

Instead of nightmares, it was their memories together when he was still winter. But no. He doesn’t want it. First it reminds him of winter, and second, he doesn’t like her. At all. Third, why would he want her when he has his girl.

What he doesn’t know tho, that she was the reason why he was freed from the shackles of hydra (kinda want her to sacrifice something for Bucky, only to be bitches slapped by Bucky later on for being “jealous”)

Bucky tried to ignore it. But the more he ignored, the more memories come. And he gets angrier?

No. Bucky being newly freed, his emotions are all mixed and fucked. He’s feeling this intense emotion, passion. But he mistakes it for anger.

Then, idk how to continue the story 😭

I just want the reader and Bucky to end up together, Bucky being so so so whipped, happy, and in love to finally be with his safe space, his home. I want Bucky to grovel before that, ofc. Then he becomes this somewhat possessive, jealous, and needy boyfriend (but ofc with healthy boundaries) or maybe with the intensity of his love, he doesn’t want to wait around. Maybe he might think that the majority of his life as winter, he was with you. And the next step is marriage, since he was already your partner and boyfriend before.

(Some ideas for ending:

Reader dates new guy. Bucky gets various flashbacks Bc everyone reader is doing, was also done onto him before. It makes him utterly jealous. (Cue Deja vu by Olivia rodrigo) then shit happens, they get their happy ending. OR IT COULD BE THE OTHER WAY AROUND he unconsciously relives their relationship but with his new girl. He’s confused cause it doesn’t feel right wit her. Then again, flashbacks. Then he realizes something, then happy ending!

Ik this is details do feel free to reject or change it! Thank you so much!! (But pls do let me know if u won’t write it hehe)

Hi! I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a request to write something, so I feel honor that you sent me this.

I actually have a Winter Soldier x OFC fic I’ve written……and will some day get back to hit because it was a bit darker, would have some twists here and there, and a relationship that may have started out a bit rocky/edgy only because they didn’t know how to truly communicate (and I mean literally) right off the bat. And over time things get revealed about the OFC and her past and having a connection with Hydra she doesn’t truly know about. It’s still a WIP, but I swear I will finish it one day.

I also don’t feel like I could do this request justice because it’s not typically up my alley of writing with some of the aspects :/

With that said, I can barely find the willpower and energy to even finish the current fic I’m working on, Delicate Stages of Life (that’s two chapters away from being done), that I don’t currently have the time or mental capacity to write anything new :(

I’m so sorry! I hope you can find someone to write it for you! Or you can even try writing it yourself and you’ll never know how awesome it’ll turn out!

Thank you again though 💗

#anon #ask #that winter soldier x ofc fic has big plans but I just need to gather chapters together and form a story #there’s 6 chapters I think #it’s still a WIP #request

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ch.17: Hudson

Steve Rogers x OFC fic • squeeze your eyes for a Bucky Barnes x (2nd) OFC

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The second Hivemind chip laid on the kitchen aisle between Chloe and Bucky, still half glowing. Chloe suspected proximity would be a thing between her and that chip. She, however, was a little more preoccupied staring at the man on the other side of the isle. With an elbow propped on the isle and her cheek on one palm, she stared endlessly at the man who had yet to make a sound. For a man who was renowned as a ladies' man, and the life of a party, it was very strange seeing his grim face in person.

"You are driving the Hivemind crazy," she remarked suddenly. "And for the first time, it's not a massive migraine." Her eyes briefly flickered down to the tech piece. "Now how does that work?" Just yesterday when she held the piece on her palm, it drove her insane to the point she had to let it drop. But now here she was, hearing multiple whispers about the danger estimate the now ex-Winter Soldier posed to her. It was significantly low.

Bucky would hate to admit it but her endless, yet calm, stare made him uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because now he could be aware of it. Things seemed to be changing slowly for him but the fact remained that they were changing. He would have to adjust as each thing happened.

"I don't get it," Chloe spoke again, "Why would you come to me and not, I don't know, your best friend?"

Bucky turned his head away from her. "Too much," he said, plain and simple.

Chloe chuckled, yet again not the reaction he was expecting. "Steve Roger's too much? Yeah, I can see that, but he does want to find you. And not to hurt you or put you in prison or anything like that. He wants to help you." She gauged Bucky's reaction to the news but he was damn good at being stoic.

"I need stories," he reiterated. "It's not safe here."

"Yeah, it's not safe pretty much anywhere," Chloe corrected him. "But listen, whatever you got going on, I'm not a threat and you know it."

There weren't many things that came to Bucky's mind yet, but there was one thing that separated Chloe from him and the others. "We're playthings of HYDRA," he said and watched Chloe stiffen. ""

"They're gone," Chloe said, whispered.

"One faction," Bucky clarified. "But there are more."

She cocked her head to the side. "Do you know the exact number?"

"Plenty."

"What about locations?"

Once more, he shrugged and gave a half answer. "Everywhere."

Her face went flat. "Wow, so helpful."

With a heavy sigh that almost sounded like a groan, Bucky straightened up and swiped the tech piece from the counter. "This is all you should care about. It's the only payment you want, I'm sure."

There came a slight challenging expression to her face. "Don't presume to know me!" Just like that, she plucked the chip right out of his hand. She smirked at his surprise. "I didn't require any payment because I know the shit history you have. I would've helped anyways, albeit with some caution. You want extensive stories? I don't have them but I can offer what I do have." She placed the chip on the counter, making a gesture for him to take it back if he wanted to. She meant what she said. "You know I once looked into Steve's head. Poor thing was so fragile in the beginning that he couldn't hide everything. Things slipped out and you know what I saw in a lot of his memories? His best friend. You."

Bucky didn't know why it was so hard all of a sudden to swallow.

"You guys were inseparable back then," Chloe went on, "Steve would get himself into so many fights and you would always bail him out. That's like me and Seren. She bailed me out so many times. She's always been the adult between us. Between you two boys, I don't know who the adult was." She cracked a smile at Bucky, though she didn't expect anything like that from him. "My point is that I can give you stories but I can't give them to you with the same feelings and context that Steve would."

"I don't need feelings right now," Bucky said quietly. "I just...I need information. Pieces. I can't...handle anything else right now."

"Okay," Chloe nodded. She could understand that. He didn't want to overwhelm himself right now. "What do you want to know?"

~ 0 ~

The moment that Steve spotted the two-story house that was just a bit farther from the other houses, he knew it was Seren's. As beautiful as the house was—and it really was—he couldn't help but feel that pang of his heart knowing the whole point of the house's distance was to keep Seren safe and her powers a secret. In the long run, it just helped isolate her from the world. Still, once he got out of the car and saw Seren waiting for him on the front porch with the biggest grin on her face, he pushed away all those thoughts.

"Hey," he greeted her ever so casually as he walked up to the porch with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

Seren was smiling from ear to ear when he reached her. "Hey, soldier."

Steve swore that the sunset's orange and gold hues were hitting Seren in just the right angle, making her seem like she was glowing. The light reflected from her bright ginger hair and her green eyes twinkled with adoration. My God, she was beautiful. And she was his.

He remembered he was holding flowers and held them out to Seren. "I, uh, I wondered if it's too old-fashioned…" He said with a bashful smile, knowing that his words were true. Things were outrageously different now and while he was all about getting modernized, he couldn't help feel like some old things were still good.

"Not at all," Seren said, eagerly accepting her bouquet from him. "These are beautiful," she said as she breathed them in.

Steve specifically chose a collection of sunflowers, bright orange lilies, and pink roses. All bright and shining, just like his shining star. "They reminded me of you," he told her.

"Ah, lovey, you shouldn't have," Seren said with a noticeable blush on her face. "But I'm a tiny bit glad that you did!" She took another whiff of the flowers and sighed with content. "Yup, definitely glad you did. Thank you." She leaned over and pressed a kiss on his lips. "I'm really glad you're here," she murmured against his lips.

"Me too," Steve agreed. He wrapped his arms around her for a tight hug. Everything around them was quiet save for the soft rustling of leaves. As much as he wanted to conduct the search for Bucky and help Chloe get better, he couldn't wait to spend some nice, peaceful days with Seren. It was why Sam practically shoved him into his own car and told him to get the hell out of New York for a while.

"I'm sorry for being a bit late but I'm here and I'm all yours," he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

She pulled away enough to tilt her head up at him. "I have some plans," she announced.

He held her chin with a few fingers. "Ready when you are, ma'am." Her giggle was muffled with his kiss.

"We can go out tomorrow, it's kind of late. Plus…" she reached for hand, "You cannot get away from my parents." She giggled again when Steve let his head drop.

"Do I have to?" he mumbled. The nerves were piling on his shoulders thinking about the inevitable.

"Yes! Isn't this stuff you guys used to do in the past anyways?"

"I have never done it. I never got that far!"

"You don't have to worry about it, lovey." She leaned forwards to kiss his cheek. "You have them in your pockets already. You'll be just fine!" With a few more kisses, she was able to convince him to come into the house with her.

Her parents weren't in the living room so Steve could breathe for another minute and hopefully prepare himself. He noted the decently big living room that had a bit of a classic style to it. The more he studied it, the more it reminded him of the cabin he went away to after first waking up. It was very homey. There were olive green couches and one matching couch chair set around each other with a glass table between them. The fireplace at the end was decorated with so many portraits it looked like just one gust of wind would knock them down like a row of dominoes. Gold drapes were pulled to the sides in each of the three windows to allow the sun in.

"This is home…" Seren said awkwardly beside him as she rocked back and forth on her feet.

Steve looked down at her. "It's really nice. This is where you grew up?" She nodded. "It's very big…"

"Yeah," she sighed. "I honestly think my parents were originally planning on having more kids but, um…" She raised her free hand, turning her palm over to create a small glowing sphere of star matter. "I think once they got a really good taste of my childhood, they decided one was enough."

Steve took her hand, making the energy fade away. He brought her hand up to his lips for a kiss. "You don't know that," he said, but Seren knew he was just trying to make her feel better.

Luckily, or maybe unfortunately, she heard her mother calling from the kitchen. "Are you both in?"

"She sounds like you," Steve commented as Liana kept calling. "Or I guess you sound like her." Seren shook her head at him.

Liana came in shortly after since she was getting any response. "Well hello," she greeted the pair with a big smile. "We've been waiting…"

"Mom," Seren warned.

"What? I meant a general 'we've been waiting'," shrugged Liana, sighing at her daughter's dramatics. She turned her complete attention to the man beside her and smiled. Steve noticed that she didn't have Seren's trademark dimples. That must be a trait from her father.

"Ma'am," Steve held a hand out to Liana. She shook his hand for a short moment but it was all Steve needed to feel the same type of strength that Seren had. These were the things he hadn't had a chance to notice the last time they saw each other. They were all focused — he was focused on Seren and her wellbeing in the hospital.

"Liana Soul," the woman introduced herself. "And you really don't need an introduction—history's taken care of that."

"Yeah, I suppose it has." What more could Steve say? Everything about him was in the history books, and even museums now.

"Doesn't go to your head, does it?" Liana teased with a small chuckle to follow.

"No, ma'am," he said quickly, alarmed at the idea that they could think that.

Seren gripped his hand as if she'd read his mind. "He could never," she said with all the certainty in the world.

"Steve, you didn't bring any bags?" Liana asked when she noticed his hands were practically free of any such luggage.

"Oh, I left it in the car!" Steve jerked a thumb over his shoulder. He'd completely forgotten about it when he saw Seren on the porch.

"That's alright, we can get it later," Liana waved it off. "Would you like something to drink?"

"That would be nice, thank you," Steve nodded.

Liana turned to lead the way. "And maybe put those nice flowers in a vase…"

Seren gushed at her bouquet all over again. "Aren't they pretty?"

"They are. You know your father made the mistake of getting me poppies?" Liana shuddered.

"You don't like poppies?" Steve asked curiously, making a mental note of it should he ever need to use the information.

Liana led them into the kitchen, going straight to the cabinets. "I'm allergic to them."

Steve's eyes widened. "Oh…"

"It wasn't pretty," Liana shuddered again. "I get raging hives with those things. Lovely human characteristic I got there. But don't worry, all you have to worry about is keeping Seren away from shrimp."

Steve looked down at Seren, his eyes still widened. "You're allergic to shrimp?" He had no idea about this. Why was he only now learning about this!?

"Don't worry, it's just shrimp," Seren assured him. "And I don't even like seafood that much anyways."

Liana groaned when she struggled to reach the vase she was looking for in the cabinet. "Dammit! Why does your father insist on putting things up on the higher shelves?"

"Because he says, and I quote, 'it's funny'," Seren said, suddenly shooting Steve a glare. "Don't you ever try to do that to me."

Steve smiled at her. "No worries." He was also sure it wouldn't matter because she could fly. Seeing Liana still struggling to reach the cabinet, he wondered if she too could fly. Whatever the answer was, he didn't care. He let go of Seren's hand to help Liana.

"Thank you," she sighed and pointed up to the vase in question. "That one, please."

He stretched a hand up to the shelf and easily pulled the vase down to the counter.

"Hey!" Brooks strode into the kitchen, stopping when he saw the vase on the counter and the flat face of his wife. His eyes went wide with realization. "Ooh...did I put that…?"

Liana's face was more than enough to scare anybody out of their wits. "Yeah."

"My bad," Brooks said, though his brief smile indicated something else. His eyes flickered to the bouquet in Seren's arms. "Those are nice! You know, the first time I bought her flowers—" he nodded at Liana, "—it turns out she was allergic to poppies."

"Yeah, Steve won't be making that mistake with me," Seren said proudly.

"Shrimp," Brooks still mentioned it to the man, seriously too.

"Already noted," Steve promised him. He gave Seren another look for keeping her allergy a secret, though she just took it with a giggle. Apparently, he wasn't as serious as he wanted to come off as.

"Good man," Brooks smiled then extended a hand forwards. "Brooks Soul."

"Steve Rogers," the blonde shook hands with Brooks. He took as much as he could from Brooks in the short span of the handshake. If he was correct, because he had only seen one picture for no more than a minute and he truly didn't notice a thing in the hospital, Seren had Brooks' natural curls when she had her long brunette hair. And the dimples. That was definitely Brooks too. The eyes were curious since Liana had hazel and Brooks a bright green. Seren had a mixture but her eyes had a stronger shade of green.

"Gotta say, it's an honor to meet you," Brooks chuckled, completely missing Seren's warning look.

Steve couldn't help but flush at the comment. He got those all the time but coming from Seren's father added a whole new layer of embarrassment.

"Dad, you promised."

"I was only saying," Brooks said, shrugging casually. "Sorry."

"It's alright," Steve assured. "I guess it's weird on both sides. I'm...supposed to be dead after all."

"Thank God you're not," Brooks pointed at him, then winked at his daughter who couldn't be any more mortified.

Liana reached for Seren's arm and tugged her towards the counter. "It's fine, Seren," she whispered while they transferred the flowers into the vase. "We're just happy, you see," she spoke in a normal volume so the others would hear. "Seren rarely comes home, much less for a couple days. I think this is actually the first time she's staying for more than two days. We want to soak up every chance we have with her and that includes the traditional embarrassing-your-daughter bit."

Seren turned away from the counter with a heavy sigh. "You're doing a phenomenal job." She met Steve's gaze. "Tell me things were different back then."

"They were," he said automatically, barely giving her a moment to bask in her point when he added, "They were worse."

"Ha," Brooks laughed. "I like him!"

"Shocker!" Seren huffed. She crossed her arms, refusing to undo them even when Steve came by her side to hug her.

"Careful, she's small but she has quite a temperament," Liana warned, ignoring whatever Seren muttered under her breath.

"Yeah, I wonder where she gets that from," Brooks cleared his throat as he sent Steve a sharp look. It wasn't too hard for Steve to make the connections.

Liana flashed a sarcastic smile at her husband. "Hush," she ordered and went into the fridge to retrieve those drinks she offered earlier.

"By the way," started Brooks, and for a second Seren dreaded what he would come up with next, "I finally sold the house on Gramercy street."

Liana gasped just as she pulled out a pitcher of something pink. "Really?"

"They're both realtors," Seren reminded Steve as the other two went on about the sale. "And yes, many dinner conversations were about new houses going on the market. And off the market."

"Better than some of the stories my mother sometimes had for me," Steve remarked. "She was a nurse, remember?"

"Oh, a brave job back then, and now of course…"

"Yeah…" As much as he didn't want to let it happen, the topic of his mother always got to him in the end. Even when it was a century later, the same thing happened.

Of course there was one big difference between now and back then and Steve was reminded when he felt Seren's arm wrapping around his. She looked up at him and a second later she had given him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Come sit down, you two," Liana ushered them to the table. "Seren, you know who your father sold the house to?"

"I'm eager to know," Seren playfully rolled her eyes as she grabbed one of the already poured drinks on the table for Steve.

"Kenna Vidal's parents," Liana said. It was curious for Steve to see Seren pause midway, his glass so close to him yet tightly gripped between Seren's fingers. The name must be important.

Seren blinked several times before she came back to the present. She cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks blush now that she was aware of her reaction. She set Steve's glass down in front of him.

"You okay?" He asked her.

"Mhm," she said much too quickly to be believed.

He decided to use their location as an advantage for the moment. He wasn't going to let her get away with shutting things away. "Who, uh, who is that?"

Luckily, her parents were on the same page.

"Kenna Vidal was the only friend that Seren ever brought home when she was younger," Brooks started to explain as he grabbed a chair for himself. "They were paired for several projects back in high school."

"She was the new kid," Seren said quietly, hands gripping the edge of the table. "And I never had a partner. Teachers saw the obvious arrangement."

"Oh, she was adorable," Liana gushed. She came by the table with a platter of fruit for them. "Incredibly smart too. Left for college on a scholarship."

"She was your friend, then?" Steve asked Seren. She seemed to find the table very interesting but the look on her face indicated there were many things running through her head.

"I don't know. I used to do my best to avoid her but she was always persistent. I liked her...I just didn't want to expose myself."

"You used to have fun with her," Liana said. "I used to listen to your conversations when you had her over. You were definitely friends."

"Thank you, Mom!" Seren exclaimed, shaking her head. "Happy to know that you were eavesdropping on my conversations!"

Liana shrugged her shoulders, humming as she went back to the cabinets.

Steve chuckled as he gave Seren a rub on her back. "I think that's universal. My mother used to do that with me and Bucky all the time. His mother too."

"How else are we supposed to know what you guys do?" Liana called from her spot. "You're all devils."

"I don't think Seren could ever be capable of that," Steve remarked but Brooks' scoff was enough to make him suddenly doubt.

Brooks had a piece of apple between his fingers. He pointed at his daughter with narrowed eyes. "You be careful with her, Captain. She's like her mother in that aspect. They know that their small stature is why people underestimate them."

"I pity the fool who ever underestimates Seren," Steve automatically said, eyes wide and all. She rolled her eyes at him and, like her mother, reintroduced the drinks.

~ 0 ~

Bucky wanted to know many things from his past life. As cloudy as his mind was, it didn't mean that the questions were minimal. There were so many things and it was hard deciding which ones to start with first. It was hard deciding which ones were the more important ones. It was hard prioritizing details of his life. But most of all, it was hard listening to them.

Chloe was gentle when she answered his questions, and apologized each time she came short with any the answers. Bucky appreciated it; none of this was her fault and yet she was trying her best to appease his curiosity.

"You were born in March," Chloe started talking when he'd fallen silent in one of his moments of thinking about more questions. She was kind enough to give him information she hadn't been asked about. He wanted baby steps; she could give baby steps. "I believe March 10. Definitely 1917, though. I remember because you're a year older than Steve. Did you remember that?" Bucky gave a slow, shake of his head. "I, uh, you were a Brooklyn boy. All your life too. Well, before the war."

"Yeah," he whispered. He could remember bits and parts of a life set in New York. He just had problems remembering what city.

Chloe watched him with curious eyes. She was actually being very patient because the truth is she was hardly ever patient with anything. "Do you...do you remember some things? I remember, um, back at the vault, they said you've been out of the cryo for too long. That means...you've had to remember at some point who you were."

"At some point," Bucky repeated. He was certain of the fact, he just didn't remember when. Everything was a coalition now that his mind would be free to reassess and process.

"Mm," was all Chloe said. She drummed her fingers over the isle, eyes squinting at Bucky.

He couldn't figure out what the hell she was staring at. Then, out of nowhere, she walked around him to the fridge. Bucky watched her take out an apple and plant it on the isle between them. Bucky looked at the apple with some confusion, and even more so when he looked up at Chloe who seemed to be waiting for her.

"What? It's a snack," she said. "I know Steve mentioned you guys used to waste outrageous money on hotdogs." She smiled. "I don't have those but I'm sure I can get them. That is, if you plan on sticking around long enough."

"I can't," Bucky began to argue, shooting her a glare when she snorted.

"Please, you're still in the aftermath of the battle. Your best option is to stay hidden within the walls of the last place they would ever think about." Chloe clicked her tongue as she pointed at herself. "At least for a while. I mean, who would ever suspect that we're together, right?"

Bucky shook his head. "I need to get far away from here."

"But where is that going to get you?" Chloe asked. "It doesn't matter how far you get away from here. You are—were—Hydra's best weapon. If they have a bunch of bases left, people left, one of them is going to come after you." She pushed the apple to his side. "You can stay here, no payment required of course."

Before Bucky could utter a word, Chloe's phone rang again. Bucky looked around, eyes immediately scouring for the phone.

"I have to answer," she said, eyes wide with emphasis. He seemed to be triggered by just about everything that made a noise. "If it's Tony, he's checking up on me and I think we both know what would happen if the first check-in doesn't go well?"

The logic was clear as day, or night in this case. "Don't say a word about me," Bucky warned, tone thick with a danger that Chloe wasn't about to tempt.

"Yeah, I know," she said before hurrying over to pick up her phone. Sure enough, Tony was calling. "Hello?"

'Kid, why does it take so long for you to pick up?'

"I was showering," Chloe said, turning for the kitchen, "Contrary to your olden age, you are not my father."

"No, I just pay for everything as if I were your father," Tony quipped. Chloe could just picture him smirking. "Who, by the way, doesn't do too shabby in the world of business."

Chloe's eyebrows furrowed. "What? Tony, did you look up my Dad?" She would be more offended, honestly, if she didn't already know Tony.

"Dad...mom...entire family, really," Tony said, ever so casually, "You're the baby aren't you? Two older brothers?"

"Tony!" Chloe snapped. "Don't go digging through my family! I'm not...I'm not ready for that!"

"You do realize that with Hydra gone you can see them again, right?"

Chloe swallowed hard and glanced at Bucky.

"They're gone."

"One faction. But there are more."

"No, I can't," Chloe said quietly. There was no way in hell she was ever going to lead HYDRA anywhere near her family. If they had stayed off HYDRA's radar this whole time, she wasn't going to tempt them.

"Baby steps, kid, I got it," Tony said. "But you are coming to the Tower tomorrow, right? Just like we agreed?"

"Yeah, of course," Chloe said, listening to him go on about some nonsense of tardiness. Before he was going to hang up, Chloe interjected, "Hey, um, any word on Steve?" She met Bucky's gaze, the latter having turned immediately. She pressed the speaker option just as Tony answered her.

"Last time I heard, he was with Twinkle Star in Hudson."

"Ah…" Chloe nodded slowly, sending a significant look at Bucky to understand. "And Sam?"

"Still in D.C. Why are you so interested? You finally want to talk to them?"

"No," Chloe said all too quickly, "I was just curious. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye kid, take care."

Chloe hung up and gestured towards Bucky. "There you go. Confirmation where Steve is. And if you try to leave the country, Wilson's going to know." She straightened up a minute later, swallowing hard. "The choice is ultimately up to you but I think I just kind of showed you your best option."

"You're not afraid?" Bucky sounded incredulous and disbelieving. It was hard to tell which one he leaned more on.

"Hell yeah, but I'm more afraid of what Hydra could do if they decide to continue what Pierce started," Chloe shrugged, this time however it was not as casual as before. "They're coming for you and if you're here...then at least we'll have backup close by. I don't have Steve or Seren this time but I have Tony Stark and he has all the powerful toys."

"Winters, you're not thinking straight…" Bucky started when she snorted.

"Tell me about it," she walked back into the kitchen. "My mind hasn't shut up ever since you pulled the damn chip out of my hand. Hydra didn't have a guidebook on that, did they?"

Bucky was less than amused with her. He walked, or rather strode, up to her and instead of inching away with his heavy steps, Chloe tilted her head up to meet him just in time. "Is this all a game to you?" he asked, "Because if it is, I'm out."

"I'm not stupid—you forget I've been on the run for years," she said earnestly. "You may be an ex-assassin, and you're definitely more skilled in weaponry and combat but I'm the one who's been running and hiding. Maybe I just don't want you to do that because I know that it doesn't lead you—"

"I don't care what you know!" snapped Bucky, eyes flashing with a heavy annoyance at her audacity.

"You should because I have a plan!" she exclaimed.

"I didn't ask you for one!"

"Well you should have because I have one! And I make really good plans!"

"You're not going to tell me what I want to know, are you?"

Chloe laughed humorlessly and stepped back from him. "Of course I am, whatever I know anyways. Scuse me for trying to help you out. Thought you could use it after 70 years of being on your own."

Bucky's eyebrows furrowed together. For all his training, he couldn't figure out her angle. "You don't have a plan," he stated.

She scoffed. Of course he would think that he was calling her bluff. "I do," she said, hands on her hips. "It may be in the drafts but I have one. And after I visit Tony, I'll have more. Tempting?"

It was Bucky's turn to scoff. "From you? Hard to believe."

She smiled. "Then you'll just have to stick around." She made a gesture towards the kitchen. "I'm going to get some exams done with Tony. Can't tell you more stories if my head isn't on right."

Now she was dangling the stories in his face. New annoyance filled his face. Bucky watched her walk away like nothing. She was...serious. And he...he was frustrated.

~ 0 ~

It wouldn't take long to lose Steve to her father, Seren just didn't expect it to be that early in the morning. Seren shouldn't be surprised at all, really. She should just be dead afraid that her father would say or do something that would have Steve running for the hills.

"God help me," she said to her mother when she returned to the kitchen.

Liana was giving their breakfast the last check-in before setting the table. She laughed at her daughter's concerned face. "Where are they?"

"In the den. Dad's showing him the old records," Seren shook her head.

"You loved those when you were little," Liana reminded her.

"Yeah, I did and still do, I'm just concerned that somehow it'll turn into an embarrassing story of me." Seren sank into an empty chair at the table and buried her face in her hands. "Or just something embarrassing in general."

Liana chuckled. "Well, you didn't bring a boy home when you were 16 so we've been holding it in for a long time now."

Seren groaned. "Of course," her words were muffled in her hands.

Liana chuckled again and came around Seren, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine."

"No offense but everything is so not fine and that's sort of why we're here," Seren said, dropping her hands on the table.

"But in the end, you are bonding," Liana said, "With Steve, and with us. And I am very thankful for this opportunity."

Seren looked at her mother softly. "...so am I," she admitted. Despite everything, it did feel nice being at home without the arguing.

From the den, Steve heard a faint echo of a laugh in the kitchen. Even at a distance Liana still sounded like Seren. Other way around, he reminded himself.

He shook off the thought to focus on what Brooks was saying. He couldn't afford to miss something important and then ruin what was turning out to be a good moment with Brooks. The small den was cozy and, surprisingly, full of old time records. Steve couldn't remember ever seeing a store with as many records as the ones that Brooks Soul owned.

"It's a collection I started when I was young," Brooks explained when he'd seen Steve's gawking face. "I didn't think I would actually get to have this many but…" He shrugged his shoulders, proudly smiling at his shelves. "I guess I did."

"This is amazing." Steve couldn't find another word for it. The shelves almost seemed cramped from the amount of records it sustained.

"Liana always threatens to throw some of them out," Brooks remarked, throwing a glance at the doorway as if the woman herself would soon come in to say those very words. "When Seren was little, she used to pull up her little step stool to the shelves and then stand on it with her arms stretched out as much as she could." Brooks laughed before he could finish. "She said she would protect my records from anything. I thank God she couldn't fly yet."

Steve smiled, his head bobbing to the side. "That sounds like Seren."

"She's helped me expand the collection, actually. Made herself a little expert on it." Brooks walked up to one of the shelves, hand stretching out to take one record out.

"She did?" It was finally clicking in Steve's head why Seren knew the exact records to recommend for him and when he saw the record player in the corner of the den, he knew it was also why she'd gifted such a good model to him too. It was her childhood seeping through.

"Oh yeah," Brooks had finally chosen a record. He gingerly carried it to the record player. "I taught her everything she knew and then when technology started advancing on us, she learned new things and then taught me. Funny how that works."

In a short minute, he'd started up the record player. A soft tune played in the air with a woman's voice.

"You'll want to take this one," Brooks said suddenly, startling Steve out of the song he was trying to place.

"What? Oh, no, I couldn't—"

"This is Seren's favorite," Brooks explained but paused for a second. He raised a finger then headed for the doors to close them. When he turned around, he was no longer smiling.

For a second, Steve wondered if he'd somehow angered the man.

"I know my daughter's not happy and she's not going to be happy staying here," Brooks said, unknowingly easing Steve's nerves. "Unlike my wife, I have always known that Seren is never going to stay in Hudson. I've tried convincing Seren mainly for Liana's sake but I know my daughter," he sighed, "And she's got too many stars in her sight to ever settle here. And that's fine. I just want her to be happy. And I want her to take something with her, wherever she goes, that she used to love at home. Carole King is one of those things."

"Why don't you just give it to her yourself?" Steve wondered out loud, soon his eyes widened in alarm. That sounded more snappy than he'd intended. "I mean—"

Luckily, Brooks just laughed. "Despite not seeing Seren much, I do know her. She'd never take a record from me. Has to come from you because then she can't get mad at either of us. Teamwork, Captain. It's how we survive these women."

Steve's lips twitched into a smile. That sounded a lot like a full welcome. Seren had told him a thousand times at least that her parents would of course accept him, but it was really nice hearing it come directly from one of them.

"Teamwork," he agreed.

Brooks seemed to want to say something more. His eyes once more flickered to the closed doors. "We have exactly 10 minutes before Seren, or Liana for that matter, comes in with the excuse that breakfast's ready."

Steve wouldn't put it behind Seren to get her mother to help her out. As nervous as he was being around her parents, sometimes it felt like she was having it worse.

"Can I ask you for a favor?" Brooks was cautious when he asked the question. "Regarding Seren?"

"Of course," Steve nodded, making himself ready to take on whatever Brooks wanted him to do.

"Like I said, I know Seren won't stay here. As much as Liana hates to admit it, Seren not staying here has nothing to do with S.H.I.E.L.D." Brooks exhaled a heavy sigh, though the tug of his lips into a smile seemed more resigned than anything. "Could you persuade Seren to come home more often?" He asked with a soft fatherly tone. "Call, maybe?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, yeah," nodded Steve again. "I can definitely do that."

"Don't feel obligated to," Brooks warned him, "And definitely don't do it if it causes problems between you two. The last thing I want is to further ruin my daughter's life."

"You didn't ruin it," Steve said firmly, "Things have, unfortunately, come across but Seren doesn't see it being yours, nor Liana's, fault."

"I can't change the past but I know where my faults are," Brooks said, shrugging with a sigh. "I would just like to see my daughter more often. She's my only child, after all."

"Of course," nodded Steve. "I think it would be very good for Seren too. She associates Hudson with secrecy and silence and I think now that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files are out for everybody to see, she might start to let the whole secrets go and breathe."

"Breathe," Brooks repeated with a small chortle. "Yeah. You can help her."

"Yeah, but she'll end up doing it on her own. She's strong like that," Steve smiled proudly. "But if she finds out that we're talking about her, we're both going to be in trouble."

"You're right!" Brooks hurried to open the doors before they were discovered. "I think you and I are going to get along very well," he said when he turned around.

Steve grinned.

~ 0 ~

Nobody would say it, certainly not Tony, but everyone was aware of how white Chloe's knuckles were as she gripped the arm-rests of her chair. She hadn't moved, allowing each of her exams to run smoothly in the lab, despite the obvious disdain she held for each one. It was a novelty to see her so...fragile. Tony wouldn't say the word out loud so as to not incite pointless arguments.

"You did good, Chloe," Helen Cho said as soon as the last exam was done.

Chloe couldn't wait to hop off her seat so once she heard Helen, she was up and running. "Is there anything new?" she asked the pair with anxious eyes. She'd been wondering if her encounter with the chip had been enough to change things up in her brain.

"Just the same as the last time," Helen answered, motioning Chloe to the computer screen. "Your temporal lobe is showing the same level of sensitivity to hearing."

"Didn't we agree you'd try yoga?" asked Tony, barely holding his smirk in when both Chloe and Helen sent him identical mock-glares.

"Anyways," Helen said, eyes flickering back to Chloe, "I was discussing with Tony about a new exam…"

Chloe already groaned. "Not that I don't appreciate everything you do for me but...another exam?"

Helen smiled lightly. She was more than used to Chloe's way of being by now. Two years helped solidify a friendship. "This one would be to start measuring how well the Hivemind is interacting with you."

"The idea is—" Tony started just as Chloe was no doubt about to retort something against the plan, "—that we see just how much more the Hivemind is interacting with you and then compare it to the results we have before you were introduced to the second tech."

"How would that help me now?" Chloe frowned.

"By comparing, we can see the different levels that spike whenever the Hivemind enters, or you enter it," Helen explained. "Tony did speak of an inhibitor option should your clairvoyance further develop."

"How are those, anyways?" asked Tony, crossing his arms. "You haven't mentioned them anymore."

"I haven't had them as much," admitted Chloe. If she had, maybe she would've seen Bucky sneaking into her apartment.

"That could be a sign of the Hivemind beginning to truly stabilize within you," Helen pointed, already fascinated with the new theory in her mind.

"And how would those work, exactly…?"

"We introduce you to different factors, some small and others…" Tony trailed off and tilted his head, letting Chloe imagine the rest.

"You want me to get into danger?" She shouldn't even be surprised by this point. Chloe held a hand at him, motioning him to be quiet as she addressed Helen. "How 'dangerous' are we talking?"

"Nothing outrageous," Helen assured. "Minor threats such as tripping, paper cuts, simple things like that."

That certainly helped ease Chloe's nerves. "I always liked you better, Dr. Cho," she smiled. Helen flushed while Tony scoffed. "If it'll be like that then...sure, why not? Can't be worse than what I've already faced, right?"

"You need a ride home, kid?" Tony asked, still wearing some of his sourness for being declared not a favorite.

"No, I'm good," Chloe said quickly. "Remember our deal? I don't want anybody showing up at the apartment." Now with even more reason she needed to make sure that Tony didn't get any ideas. "That goes for Seren and Steve too."

Tony scoffed. "Please, Twinkle Star and Cap are probably in paradise right now. They won't be bothering anybody for a while."

Chloe playfully rolled her eyes at him. He was right, though. She could relax about them for a while. "Okay then, I'll...be seeing you two."

"Are you sure you don't want company?" asked Tony again. "I mean...a walk? I'm willing to take a walk with you!"

Chloe chuckled. "And I appreciate it, I do, but I just need to be...by myself." She pulled out her earphones from her pockets. "I need to focus on one sound when I'm out there."

"We'll work on a solution for that too!" Helen promised.

"Thanks," Chloe said to the pair. "Gotta go!" She turned around quickly and left before Tony could offer his company again.

She left in a hurry just as she'd left her apartment earlier. The ultimatum was up so Bucky had his decision made. She walked fast on the sidewalk, almost into a sprint and not just for the noise. She reached her apartment in all of ten minutes, a new record if she'd been paying attention.

She unlocked her door and stepped inside, promptly shutting the door with lock behind her. The lights were off, just like last time. "...hey?" she called lamely. She'd never asked Bucky what he went by now and she didn't want to make the mistake of saying the wrong name.

She turned the lights on and immediately scoured the living room for him. He wasn't there. She went into the kitchen and found nobody there. The apple she gave Bucky on the aisle was still right where she left it.

"Don't tell me you left," she said, now hurrying for the hallway. Maybe he'd gotten curious about her—which was fair—and was vetting her?

He wasn't in her room either. Not in the restroom. Not even in the stupid closets. Why he would be in the closet, Chloe didn't know but she'd still held onto hope that he'd be at least there.

But he wasn't.

He wasn't in the apartment at all.

Chloe exhaled a heavy breath. "I ran him off," she realized. Seren always did say that she had a strong personality. Her old friends used to say the same thing. It was how she was able to get ahead in high school, make herself known by everybody. Well, this wasn't high school and she definitely wasn't a stupid teenager. She was, unfortunately, still doing things wrong. She drove away Seren under the guise that she "needed time" when in reality she was flatout embarrassed and ashamed of what she did to Seren and everyone else. She had the ability to help a man who'd been a victim for decades and what does she do? Run him off too.

A/N:

It seems like fanfic . net is being useless again because I'm not getting notifications about anything again no matter what I do. It says that my email doesn't recognize the site's email address which is total bull because I have it listed as as contact. So just an fyi for anyone who's on that platform, check your account settings because they may have messed with your account too >.>

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Bucky x reader.

I have decided that this blog is a new writing and publishing tool. So, here is a new Bucky angst fic. (Comments and suggestions are always welcome) Bucky and Angst are my daily cup of tea.

Breathe Underwater.

Summary: After a mission gone wrong reader finds herself in the arms of the man she loves for the last time.

Warning: Character death. Tears. Heartbroken Bucky.

This story is part of the series Fire and Ice. Your feedback to this story inspired me to write a series (bucky x ofc). You can find the first chapter here: Exit Music (for a film) Summary of the series: Thirteen is a HYDRA pawn, a soldier, a spy and an assassin. A wraith. Chosen because of her powers and transformed into the perfect weapon. What happens when her mission becomes locating and eliminating The Winter Soldier?

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The mission didn’t go as planned. They were everywhere—too many of them and three of us. So, when I found myself lying on my back on the jet, broken and bleeding, it wasn't a surprise. I had always known that my life would've ended in blood and pain, but I ‘d never planned for him  to witness it.

“No, no. Hey. Stay with me! Sam. Hurry!” Bucky screamed. His hands crushed against the wound on my stomach. I stared down, where my blood was rushing through his fingers. I whimpered; breathing was difficult. Maybe I cried, or screamed, because his metal hand came to my face, turning it towards his. “Don’t look at it, look at me, h-hey, don’t close your eyes.”

I growled, trying to reach his hand with mine, but I managed to tremble and smash again on the floor. I gasped in a shaking breath, but it felt like a hand was punching its way into my chest. “H-urts.”

"I know," he said, a tear streaming down his cheek. “I know it hurts, baby, I know. I need you to be strong for me. Can you do that?”

I stared into his eyes. I couldn’t do that; the pain was too much, hitting me again and again in waves of fire. But the tears wetting his face and the way his hands trembled hurt even more. I wanted to comfort him, and tell him that everything would be alright, even if I knew that it wouldn't. I lied. “Y-yes.”

“Good, good,” he whispered, his thumb caressed my cheek tenderly. “Breath with me, we’re almost there.”

I could distantly feel the jet vibrating under my back. “I can’t—”

“You can, doll. You’re strong; you can do anything. Come on!” Bucky smiled through the tears.  

I growled; tears went down my cheeks from the pain, but I pressed my hand on his cheek. “Don’t cry,” I whispered. “It’s ok.” My hand fell, I didn’t feel anything when it hit my chest. I was numb. It was a strange feeling, like I was slowly disconnected from my own body. “Be strong. S-safe, they will come f-for you.” 

“Don’t talk like that.” He caressed the tears out of my face, “We are landing, doll.” His forehead touched mine, and his tears fell on my face. He took me in his arms. I could feel his pain and sadness as he held me tightly, rocking us both back and forth. “You’ll be fine. I can’t do this without you.”  

I smiled sadly, and a sob broke through my lips.  “I love you.”

My eyes fogged, and the world turned dark and cold, but the pain was gone. 

 “Keep breathing. Do it for me, baby, please. Please.” He broke down, sobbing with his lips on my forehead, his breath broke. I was drifting away, and my mind was slowly shutting down. I didn’t feel my body anymore. It felt like I was floating.  “I love you," he sobbed, shaking. “I love you.”

My head rolled sideways, and then there was nothing else.

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This story is part of Fire and Ice. Your feedback to this story inspired me to write a series (bucky x ofc). You can find the first chapter here: Exit Music (for a film) Summary of the series: Thirteen is a HYDRA pawn, a soldier, a spy and an assassin. A wraith. Chosen because of her powers and transformed into the perfect weapon. What happens when her mission becomes locating and eliminating The Winter Soldier?

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[bvccy]

MOODBOARD — WINTER SOLDIER X HYDRA!READER    «Remember. We must try to understand if we are victims of guilt complexes or not. If so, we must be freed of them. A guilt complex is a disturbance of the psyche, a neurosis. Let's not delude ourselves. Memory is not made of shadows, but of eyes which can stare straight at you, and fingers which point at you.» — The Night Porter

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[eloquent-vowel]

Part 5 "Comfortable" Bucky X OFC (#043)

Description: A series of attacks on Russian diplomats lead to Fury dispatching some members of the avengers to defend them. There they meet a very new threat- one they have never seen before.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Slow burn, very much a slow burn. Bucky Barnes x OFC, Winter Soldier X OFC

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Thank you all for reading this far! Here is a little time skip for you and the first time some of the Avengers meet Eris. Time is probably going to be very disjointed after this part! <3

Part 4

Bruce stared out of the Avenger's tower window, New York looked so small from up here. Looking down everyone seemed so unimportant, there were hundreds of people walking to the same place they always did, dressed in the same clothes they always wore. Were they happy with their lives? Were they living their dreams? What did they regret?

"See anything interesting Doc?" Tony's voice broke Bruce's trance. "Seen any muggings? Street fights? You know, I once saw a pigeon fly down and steal someone's sandwich right from their hand, the whole thing." Tony came into view, two cups of coffee in his hands. His eyes sparkled with the usual joy but under it all there was the slightest hint of concern.

Bruce took the offered coffee cup. "Buff pigeon."

"Perhaps it was a tiny pigeon hulk."

Bruce huffed a laugh before sipping is coffee. "The Incredible Squawk?" Despite Bruce's attempt at humour his voice came out as bitter as his coffee. Bruce watched the steam slowly rise before letting out a broken sigh. "She would have been 24 today."

Tony placed a hand on Bruce's shoulder, there was silence for a while. He had to think about what to say next, "We'll find her, Bruce. We won't stop looking I can pro-"

"Tony." Bruce turned to face Tony, the bags under his eyes were deeper than usual. "Thank you for trying to cheer me up but, let's be realistic, its been 20 years. The truth is either she doesn't want to be found or never will be."

"You are aloud to be realistic, Bruce, but don't lose hope."

The two shared an understanding stare, Bruce looked like he was going to say something but was interrupted by Natasha entering the room.

"We have a problem."

"When do we not?"

"Funny, Tony." Nat approached the two of them, she was staring down at the tablet in her hand very intently, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "A Russian diplomat was murdered at his safe house last week."

"And this concerns us how." Tony's tone was flippant.

"Because he as an informant for Shield but before he could talk he was beaten so badly they had to use dental records to confirm his identity."

Nat handed over the tablet to Tony who flicked through the photos of the crime scene. It was brutal. The guards that were put in to defend the diplomat were beaten to death, violently. It was obvious, even to his untrained eye, that whoever did this used their fists and no other weapon. Most of the guards had dents in their temples and some had broken knees. The path of the killer was followed by a nice trail of beaten corpses. Until they lead to the bedroom of the diplomat. Just like the other corpses, his body was beaten with blunt objects but unlike the others the killer really wanted to make sure he was dead. There was practically no skull that remains intact and there was blood everywhere. Tony blanched a bit and returned the tablet to Nat.

"What exactly do you want us to do? Bring a guy back from the dead?"

"No." Nat sounded tired, stressed, Tony kicked himself slightly for not being able to be serious. "We are being tasked for protecting someone we strongly suspect to being a second target." She turned the tablet around to show another angry looking man.

"Who pissed in his cornflakes?"

Nat ignored Tony. "This is Panin Rostislavovich, Russian ambassador here in America and more importantly mole for Shield. We think there is a large possibility he will be attacked at some point this week. Fury has asked that we personally see to guarding him. Something about improving relations with Russia."

"So, we sit in a room with someone and get paid for it?"

Nat just raised her eyebrow.

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"Getting comfortable there, Mr. Rostislavovich?"

Tony quipped to the stern man who was currently pacing violently up and down the length of the room. Normally he wouldn't have commented on it but his footfalls were terribly annoying and Tony was nursing one hell of a hangover.

"Would you be comfortable in this situation? Would you Mr. Stark." Tony fought the urge to roll his eyes. "When your colleague has been beaten to death in his apparently 100% secure and safe house!"

"Panin, buddy, listen- we are just here on a hunch no one said for certain that they were after you."

Tony made eye contact with Natasha and Steve who were standing guard by the door. They both shook their heads, no signs of intrusion at the moment. They were in direct contact with the guards outside the house and inside of the house, if Tony said so himself, this place seemed pretty impenetrable.

"Team Delta. Team Delta, report."

Him and his big mouth,

Nat's voice was panicked as she began to check in with all the teams around the perimeter of the house. She got more and more intense with each team name.

"No one on the perimeter is responding. Tony get him to the safe room, be ready to take the back exit."

"You don't have to tell me twice, come on buddy, let's not get you killed."

With that the escorted Panin to the solid metal safe room leaving Steve and Nat to do what they did best, beat people up.

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Natasha turned to Steve, he looked calm but the tight grip he had on his shield gave him away. The sound of fighting and violence started to be heard through the door.

"Hide and we get the jump on them." Nat whispered as she ducked behind one of the large sofas, Steve look up place adjacent to her. She began to count her bullets, double checking that she had enough ammunition.

There was silence for a moment.

Then a massive crash as the door flew off its hinges and into the wall behind Steve. She couldn't help the slight gasp that she let out as Steve slowly moved away from the rubble.

"I can hear you." A female voice, gravelly and harsh spoke in perfect Russian. It sent shivers down Nat's spine, Steve looked at her questionably. She just gritted her teeth and shot at the doorframe. She watched as Steve leapt out once she ran out of bullets. She reloaded as quickly as possible to cover Steve, as soon as she aimed her pistol over the couch she was stunned into inaction.

She could hardly keep track of who was hitting who as Steve fought the intruder. It was evident that this person was the same as Steve, they were a super soldier. Nat tried to find a pattern in their movements, an opening to fire a shot but every move they made was unexpected and chaotic. They were covered almost head to toe in black tactical gear, the only exception being their legs that reflected in the low lights of the room, metal legs? Whatever they were made of their legs were definitely strong as one well placed kick threw Steve back against the wall to joint the door.

Nat didn't hesitate to engage. Vaulting over the couch and throwing her gun by the window, she went immediately for a choke hold, swinging her legs over the other woman's neck. Nat felt some sort of pride as she succeeded to bring the intruder down to the floor, she squeezed tightly in an effort to choke them. Until the glint of metal over the intruder's fists slammed right into the back of Nat's knee, it didn't quite dislocate as intended but the force was enough to let the intruder get free.

The two women stood up once more and took a moment to size each other up. Nat realised that this woman was as tall as Steve and looked as strong. The bottom half of her face was covered in a protective mask and her hair was wild, perhaps from a previous scuffle? Now that Natasha had a good look she realised that both of the woman's legs were made of a shining metal, they whirred and clicked as she stood up. She glanced at Steve who was just beginning to stand up, clutching his ribs- the two exchanged a quick nod and together began to try and take down this new threat.

Unfortunately it was not as easy as either of them thought. Their opponent was brutal, unpredictable and yet seemed to predict every move they made. Steve would attack from behind and she was sidestep, only to throw a devastating punch at her. It was down right terrifying that one woman was able to take on both Steve and herself at once. Even worse was that this woman didn't seem to tire, while Steve and the woman were able to breathe normally Nat was beginning to falter. The intruder saw this and with one well timed switch kick Nat saw stars as a metallic leg collided with her temple.

Steve watched in horror as Nat fell, his opponent showed no sense of regret and did not hesitate to begin her brutal assault on him once more. Thrown by Natasha bleeding from the head it didn't take long for the woman to have her arms around his neck in a less than friendly way. Black spots danced in his vision, he thought this was it. He began to run through ways to get out of this but every time he struggled the edge of the brass knuckles dug deeper into his throat.

He thought he was gone until he felt her shift slightly and then let go of him altogether. He fell on the floor gasping and turned to see where the woman had gone. He saw her pick up Natasha's pistol and making a running leap out of the window. Shattering the glass into a hailstorm of chaos.

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Tony had little warning other than the sound of glass shattering and the violent bang of a gunshot. The man who he had previously been talking to about his plans for the future fell to the ground, a bullet hole directly through the centre of his brain.

Tony turned around violently to just catch the sight of some meta glinting under streetlights and a figure darting off into the dark.

Fury was going to be so mad at him.

Part 6

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[wizardofrozz]

Put to the Test Masterlist

Summary: James “Bucky” Barnes. The polite, charming, ladies’ man from Brooklyn. Rosalia Harris. The sweet, brave, southern belle from Savannah. No one would ever imagine these two would cross paths but when Hydra is thrown into the mix, anything can happen. Endless torment for over 70 years brings these two together but something deeper keeps them together. Fighting uphill battles all these years takes a toll; how many more test can these two endure?

Bucky Barnes x OFC (Rosalia Harris)

Word Count: 27,115

Warnings: Blood, violence, angst, swearing, mention of smut, depression, anxiety

A/N: Edit is property of yours truly. The idea for this came from the Hydra experiment Project Master Man (this was mentioned in the Captain America video game) and from the fact that I’m studying genetics in college. Criticism is welcomed when I start posting the chapters :) 

Chapter 1: Well, Hello

Chapter 2: What the Hell is Going On?

Chapter 3: Don’t Be Scared

Chapter 4: No Problem

Chapter 5: Secrets

Chapter 6: Hydra’s Weapons

Chapter 7: In and Out

Chapter 8: Guess Who’s Back

Chapter 9: Time is Almost Up

Chapter 10: Surprise

Epilogue

Taglist:

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[rogueobservation]

BLACKBIRD MASTERLIST

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC

Summary: Before there was a Black Widow, there was a Blackbird; the most talented and famed spy of the Red Room and Hydra’s darling, Valerie. She was Steve Rogers’s greatest love and the Winter Soldier’s partner-in-crime. With the disappearance of Bucky Barnes and the fall of Hydra, Steve finally learns the truth and lies behind his oldest friend and his best girl.

Warnings: Eventual Explicit Smut (18+), ANGST, murder, fluff, detailed torture and major violence, nightmares, and some brief graphic nudity in some places, too. Takes place after Captain America: The Winter Soldier. (Check the warnings each chapter since some will be sprinkled with a lot of different warnings!)

A/N: Writing this story took way too much time, but I’ve adored every second of it. It’s time it’s left the nest and brought joy to others lol. I still feel like it’s terrible, but who cares. BLACKBIRD connects to another one of my stories BLUE (a Bucky Barnes x OFC fic). Val makes an appearance during the prologue and later chapters towards the end. If you look closely, you might just find a few hints to BLUE here. This series is dedicated to all the wonderful and talented writers who pushed me to finish my own work with their stories. (Banner by yours truly). 

Faceclaim: early 90s Monica Bellucci! 

Chapter One: Breaking and Entering

Chapter Two: Sleepless in The Bronx

Chapter Three: And Along Came A Spider

Chapter Four: The Dark-Haired Beauty with the Stilettos

Chapter Five: Sunrise Diner

Chapter Six: Shawarma

Chapter Seven: Another Kind of Bird

Chapter Eight: Fight Night

Chapter Nine: The Echo of Inflicted Evil

Chapter Ten: Oceans of Time

Chapter Eleven: Angel

Chapter Twelve: The Epitome of Desire, Danger, and Death

Chapter Thirteen: Yellow Tulips

Chapter Fourteen: Sad Birds Still Sing

Chapter Fifteen: God’s Righteous Son

Chapter Sixteen: Dance Ballerina Dance

Chapter Seventeen: The Devil’s Mistress

Chapter Eighteen: Secrecy (A Different Kind of Blood)

Chapter Nineteen: Come Knocking (On My Door)

Chapter Twenty: Contact Made

Chapter Twenty-One: The Forrest

Epilogue: Family Ties

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[doesnotloveyou]

Who Is Not Afraid of My Darkness (AO3)

(3 Chapters Posted || 3224 words)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Fem Character

Summary: Hydra rushes a captured enhanced individual to a remote compound to brainwash her to fight the Avengers. In case things go south, they have the Winter Soldier brought in as security. Then it occurs to them he might make a crucial addition to their experiments—basically Bucky and ofc sorta bond through their abuse and help each other out.

Warnings: Non-Graphic Violence, Physical/Emotional Abuse, Language

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Inner Conflict, Amnesia, Hydra is pure trash

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