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galaxythreads · 2 years

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some lore for you screamed for so long perhaps? i read all 8 (at the time) chapters of that on a 3 hour plane ride it kept me going through quite possibly the worst turbulence i have ever experienced

I'm so sorry about the turbulence. :( That sounds un-fun. Fun fact, I haven't been on a plane since i was 18 months old. I have absolutely no reference for that irl, lol. XD

ANYWAY.

LORE FOR YOU SCREAMED FOR SO LONG WE FORGOT TO CARE ANYMORE <- link to story

i have been planning some form of this story since 2018. In the original version, there was a massive plague going on. I'll probably still write that version actually. It's different enough from this one that it can stand on its own two feet.

CHAPTER ONE:

I was inspired to start the story several months after Loki got there after reading a Darcy/Loki story on ff.net I never finished

""I don't want to be buried. Cremate me." He instructs, swinging his quiver across one shoulder. "Or drop my body from the sky for the dogs to pick at, I don't really care. I'll be dead." " -- this is 1000% based off of Shane Madej from Buzzfeed Unsolved loudly declaring how he wants a sky burial

CHAPTER TWO:

"The looming figure in front of him gives a curt nod, and something smacks him in the back of the knees, and he goes tumbling into suffocation all over again," -- In the end you will always kneel.

Actually, the above torture is a slow form of suffocation. Someone ties a rope around your neck and hands that are connected together and suspends you enough that you have to stand on your toes. When your feet come out from underneath you, the rope on your hands tugs on your neck until it tightens until you either suffocate or manage to stand upright again thus relieving the pressure.

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"He feels the surge of intense, overwhelming heat against his already raw, blistered skin before he even feels the brand press against his back, burning into muscle, bone, anything and everything, and he wont, can't—pain pain pain pain—

He screams—

^^^^ the above scene is the source of THIS scar, "Some of the worst scars are white and puckering against Loki's back and they look older than all of this" (chpt 9) and it will be discussed in further detail later. It's actually very important to the story. All of the dreams are. Nothing was put in there "just because"

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"Hill hates all of them because the fact they're on the same floor is her fault." --- rather than having Fury in charge of the Avengers, I decided that it would probably be more realistic if Hill was. Fury is a busy man.

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I learned some Norwegian for this fic solely so I could know on a basic level when the sentences didn't make sense, lol. XD

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"All of them have made an effort to learn how to learn with Loki's flashbacks, but the only people who have had any real success are Thor and Steve." --- This is because Steve looks like Thor and Loki's brain is not super great at telling them apart when he's a mess.

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"Clint forces out a thin breath, then says, "Do you want a sandwich?"

There's a long lull as if Loki's struggling to understand him. Clint repeats the question."

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I dreamt about you getting your back burned open.

BACK INJURY IMPORTAAAAANNNCCCEEEE lol. XD all of you would be exhausted if you know how much I've been trying to subtly state this.

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Natasha and Clint are legally married in this fic and have been for several years, but I never make that explicit because it doesn't matter to either of them so it's not important to the narrative. They are, first and foremost, partners. (Natasha proposed)

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"Natasha is quiet for a second, then she tags on, "Ya tebya khochu."

Clint chews on his bottom lip, "Ya tozhe khochu tebya,""

This is Russian for "I want you," and then "i want you too." I think it's a little bit more meaningful than I love you.

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Clint doesn't remember being taken to S.H.I.E.L.D. for the first time. When Coulson dragged his sorry butt there for medical after Barney tried to beat him to death, Clint was unconscious.

I have spent so much of this fic paralleling Clint's relationship with his brother with Loki and Thor's.

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"Beside that is, predictably, an open tissue box.

Clint doesn't know what it is, but he's never been in a S.H.I.E.L.D. conference room without one. It's like the janitorial staff is worried that a group of covert spies and government officials are going to spontaneously..."

I work in janitorial. There is an ungodly effort put into making sure the tissue boxes never run out.

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"If you're done saying I love you," Fury looks pointedly at Steve and Tony, the latter of whom smirks. Steve buries his head in his hands.

I have a lot of internalized homophobia issues despite being lesbian, but this is my first gay joke in a fic and I'm really, really proud of it. I know it's not very good or even comes across as a joke, but I felt so proud putting it in here all the same. Acceptance of self is real, y'all.

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when i was listening to this chapter as i edited it, the speech to text reader read "asgardr" as oosgar and it was really funny to me.

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CHAPTER FOUR:

this was the first scene I wrote for this fic.

the Chitauri do not refer to Loki by any other pronoun but "it." this is an effort to dehumanize him. (NOT to say that those who go by it pronouns are not human, love you guys (gender neutral))

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"You are weak, like a mewling, crawling baby animal. But don't worry, because where you failed, your not-brother will succeed." --- Am I making a pointed jab at how awful Mobius calling Loki a mewling kitten was? Yes.

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(chpt 4 vs 8)

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This is one of my favorite interactions in the story. Loki has been lying through his teeth about his feelings most of the fic up to this point and then Clint asks him and Loki tells him the truth.

Loki and Clint have a very strong bond, even then.

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CHAPTER FIVE:

everyone got a specific name-sign in this chapter. Loki's is grumpy-L because he's a grumpy little guy. XD No, it's cause he's grumpy but the L stands for his name

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"Karma coming to collect its debt." -- a reference to my friend @widowronin's SPN story.

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"c"-- by his brother

"b"-- by the circus of crime and Coulson

derogatory -- by his brother and the circus of crime

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Waaaaay too much of my writing was inspired by Buzzfeed Unsolved now. XD

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^^^ this is actually referring to Frigga and Odin's relationship, not the chitauri

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CHAPTER 6:

^^ reference to Vibranium

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the actual plan for the cafeteria scene:

"The Avengers eat breakfast or something at the facility and the SHIELD agents are generally nasty to Loki. One of them starts a fist fight and Loki defends himself until the Avengers bodily pull everybody off and are like “no.” Loki is a little banged up, but nothing serious. Clint breaks some guys nose, though. Bruce looks him over and is visibly agitated. Says that the agents shouldn’t have hurt Loki. Loki’s like, okay, sure, but I did kill like, a lot of people, so they’re entitled. Bruce is like, “:/” "

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this was intentionally framed like the beginning of Black Widow with Yelena. Thus to indicate that Natasha now sees Loki as a brother.

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Loki intentionally says something unrelated to the situation to calm Clint down. yes, this was a reference to Clint and the sandwich thing. It worked so well then, why not now?

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this is an important clue that will help us later

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^^^ Gamora and Nebula

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^^^ Loki dreams about Clint's brother trying to kill Clint. In the next chapter, Loki's brother tries to kill Loki. These scenes were placed on top of each other on purpose. NARRATIVE PARRALEL.

Also. by the gods am i projecting hard into this fic with clint and barney lol.

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^^^ I still cannot believe that @worstloki made this for me, and then the post sort of blew up. Last time I looked it had like 250+ notes and LOTS of tags discussing how wonderful the story was. It literally floored me. I still am baffled and deeply humbled. Thank you.

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CHAPTER EIGHT:

this scene was originally written from Clint's pov. I have it in a junk document somewhere. This is probably going to be Loki's only POV in the fic, but we'll see. I just though it would be really good to see Loki's thoughts about all of this, given how pivotal this moment is in the story.

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chpt 8 vs chpt 5. DIRECTLY MEANT TO PARALLEL EACH OTHER.

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^^^ this is the above meme. In the fic. You're welcome. XD

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Parallel to the first thor, anyone??

as far as thor is aware in this scene, Loki just killed their parents and his world so the fact that Loki is actually worthy of Mjolnir is absolutely BAFFLING to him.

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CHAPTER 9:

I made the executive decision that odin and Frigga's relationship is...strained, to put it mildly.

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most of the time Siygn is a princess of some distant realm in fics, but no! she's queen here. XD

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reminder!! "Far" is the formal way to address your parent in Norwegian.

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Odin doesn't swear once in this conversation.

ALSO. Loki purposefully tries to intervene before giving up quickly because Odin and Frigga fighting is a common occurrence and he knows it's useless to stop it.

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the way this chapter is set up is that you SEE what Odin and Frigga did to Loki with the flashback to Thor watching over Loki. You are supposed to think "Uh, wait a sec"

THIS is NIce?

for reference:

"Loki is thin, more a skeleton than a person, skin dragged against bone and pulled taut in some grotesque imitation of death. There are layers upon layers of gauze over Loki's entire forearms, covering up the horrible scars and stitches keeping his arms attached to his body. Beneath that is purpling and black bruises several inches thick encircling his wrists. There are open wounds almost everywhere in various degrees of healing, bones still bent awkwardly out of place that the doctors distastefully said they'd need to reset so it could heal right. Loki isn't stable enough for them to try yet."

but yeah. It was nice.

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Btw, the title "You screamed for so long we forgot to care anymore" is NOT a reference to the Avengers.

It's Loki's thoughts to Odin and Frigga. Years of torture, of suffering and pain, of screaming, and they seemed to grow more apathetic to it with time.

I will probably reblog this with more thoughts once the fic is finished, but yeah. I have put a LOT of effort into this fic. And I am still baffled as to how it has so many people reading it. When the number processes in my brain every couple of weeks I feel horrified, lol.

YOU SCREAMED FOR SO LONG WE FORGOT TO CARE ANYMORE <- link to story

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mexashepot · 4 years

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Me: I'm not dramatic!!!

Also me, the SECOND the tiniest thing goes wrong:

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holmesandtheroman · 3 years

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Flufftober Day 20 — Kurt x Baba Yaga

Secret Crush

Rating: G

Characters: Yekaterina | Baba Yaga, Kurt Goreshter

Word Count: 1,048

Disclaimer: This takes place before the events of "The Season of the Witch"

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The world had gone to shit. The Avengers had lost with the worst consequences. Half of every living thing had disappeared into dust, and their energy ceased to exist.

Yekaterina had watched as the humans deteriorated without half of their population. Several areas became unpopulated hellscapes, especially the borders of cities. She had never seen anything like this before in her 1,300 years: the world was sick and depressed, but everyone was numb. There was no fear left towards her, but she did not fault the humans for that.

Yekaterina sat at a bus stop bench with her sandwich and began to tuck in. There were only a few restaurants and shops left open out of necessity for the remaining populace, so she took advantage of them. As a Dieva, large quantities of human food and drink could sustain her for a short time, but her source of magic and energy stemmed from the fear people garnered of Baba Yaga through the stories she had sowed and perpetuated for centuries.

In fact, that was her reason for currently being in San Francisco. Before the Destruction, she had felt a surge of fear towards her (the largest she had felt in years), and she had decided to come and find the source. The fear subsided quickly, and then the Destruction happened just as she had made her way to the bay city.

Yekaterina finished her meal and threw the papers away. She stood and began to make her way down the street. Many of the storefronts were covered with missing posters, detailing the names of people who had not been heard of since the Destruction. Her heart ached as she viewed the hundreds of pictures, reminding her of her own losses.

She stopped in front of one store, seeing that some of the posters’ edges had lost their stickiness. Yekaterina sighed and began to try and smooth the posters back onto the glass.

“You lose someone?” came a Russian accented voice next to her.

Yekaterina looked up and blinked. The man who had spoken to her held a concerned expression with his sad, dark eyes. He was tall, and he was rather handsome, but the thing that caught Yekaterina off-guard was his energy. He was the source of the fear she had sensed.

She opened and closed her mouth before glancing between him and the posters. “No, I was fixing these. They will not stay up,” she replied.

The man smiled, a beautiful thing. He gestured with the papers in his hand. “Vy tozhe govorite po?” he asked, referencing her Russian accent. You speak Russian, too?

Yekaterina blushed lightly. “Da, ya khochu,” she replied. Yes, I do.

The man chuckled as he sidled up next to Yekaterina and took a tape dispenser out of his pocket. He held up the papers for her to see: his own missing posters. He then took one, placing the rest underneath his arm, and held it up to the glass. Yekaterina reached out to help him hold it up while he tore off a piece of tape.

“What part of Russia?” he asked after a moment.

“Outside of St. Petersburg,” she fibbed. Yekaterina had at one point lived outside of St. Petersburg, but she did not want to reveal that she had lived all over Russia because she was Baba Yaga.

The man nodded as he taped the four corners of the first poster. It advertised a man named Scott Lang. He took another poster and began to do the same, and Yekaterina helped again. “Suvorov.” He held his index finger and thumb close together. “Very small town.”

Yekaterina chuckled. “Yet here you are in San Francisco,” she countered.

The man shrugged and smirked. “So are you.”

The second poster belonged to Hope Van Dyne.

“Seeing the sights?” he asked jokingly, pulling out a third poster.

Yekaterina shook her head, observing the third poster: Dave Foster. “Looking for someone.”

The man looked up at the posters that were already hung and brought out the fourth one. “Udachi.” Good luck.

“Don’t worry. I already found him,” Yekaterina said, grinning.

The man’s dark eyebrows pitched up. “Him,” he repeated.

“Da,” she replied.

Janet Van Dyne was on the fourth poster.

“Why are you here in San Francisco?” Yekaterina asked, reaching up to hold the fifth poster up.

The man smiled smugly. “I am something of computer wizard,” he said with all the confidence in the world. He nodded his head upwards, and Yekaterina looked up to see a neon sign that read ‘X-Con Security Consultants.’

“Ah,” she said, not really knowing what he meant. She had used human technology before, but it was extremely confusing.

The man stepped back and admired his handiwork after taping the final corner of the fifth poster belonging to Hank Pym. He then turned his head to face Yekaterina. “So, if you need anything from home security or your digital footprint fixed…” He winked at her, and her stomach flipped. “We can help.”

Yekaterina shrugged. “I would not know who to call.”

The man’s expression faltered as he pointed to the logo on his jacket that matched the sign above them. “X-Con…” he murmured.

Yekaterina laughed. “No, you. Your name,” she clarified.

The smile returned to the man’s lips. He held out his hand for her to shake. “Kurt. Goreshter.”

Yekaterina shook his hand. “Yekaterina Svarogova,” she introduced.

Kurt smiled, seemingly pleased at learning her name. “Krasivoye imya.” A beautiful name.

Yekaterina glanced away, blushing furiously this time. Kurt began to step away, but he pointed at the posters and said, “Thank you for your help.”

She nodded and waved as he smiled once more at her and opened the door to X-Con before disappearing inside. She kept her gaze locked on the door as she realized that, even though she had meant Kurt’s fear to be her new energy source, she could not shake this new feeling that billowed inside her like her own magic. Yekaterina turned away and smiled as she continued walking down the street. Kurt was now her secret crush after only meeting him once.

As she made her way back to her house, she envisioned all the ways she could bump into him before she finally would reveal her true self.

#flufftober 2021 #fanfic #fanfiction #kurt goreshter #kurt antman #mcu kurt #baba yaga #marvel baba yaga #kurt x baba yaga #david dastmalchian #marvel comics #marvel #mcu

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ruspeach · 5 years

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SOUND: https://www.ruspeach.com/en/news/1924/ Весёлый разговорник [Vesyolyj razgovornik] - Funny phrasebook Оно так и было, когда я пришёл! [Ono tak i bylo, kogda ya prishyol] - It already was like this when I came! Позаботьтесь о моей лошади. [Pozabot'tes' o moej loshadi] - Take care of my horse. Как мне пройти в самый опасный квартал в вашем городе? [Kak mne projti v samyj opasnyj kvartal v vashem gorode] - How do I get to the most dangerous neighborhood in your town? Я хотел бы пожить у вас дома. [ya khotel by pozhit' u vas doma] - I would like to stay at your place. Где мой зонт? Я тоже хочу быть гидом. [Gde moj zont? ya tozhe khochu byt' gidom] - Where is my umbrella? I want to be a guide too. Могу я называть Вас Иннокентий? [Mogu ya nazyvat' Vas Innokentij] - Can I call you Innokentiy? Кто Вы такой и что мне от Вас нужно? [Kto Vy takoj i chto mne ot Vas nuzhno] - Who are you and what do I need from you? Здравствуйте, земляне. [Zdravstvujte, zemlyane] - Hello, Terranes. Ничего, если я разведу костер? [Nichego, esli ya razvedu koster] - Is it okay if I make a fire? Мне это не нужно, отговорите меня, пожалуйста. [Mne ehto ne nuzhno, otgovorite menya, pozhalujsta.] - I do not need this, please, discourage me from it. Почему у моей комнаты сменили номер и там другие люди? [Pochemu u moej komnaty smenili nomer i tam drugie lyudi] - Why has my room number changed and why are there other people in there? я не могу есть грибы, я им обещал [ya ne mogu est' griby - ya im obeshhal] - I can not eat mushrooms - I've promised them Вы уже потратили чаевые, которые я давал вчера? [Vy uzhe potratili chaevye, kotorye ya daval vchera?] - Have you already spent the tips I gave you yesterday? Говорите тише, я Вас всё равно не понимаю. [Govorite tishe, ya Vas vsyo ravno ne ponimayu] - Speak quieter, I cannot understand you anyway. Отпустите, у меня есть право на звонок моему авокадо! [Otpustite, u menya est' pravo na zvonok moemu avokado] - Let me go, I have a right to call my avocado! www.ruspeach.com

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shield-agent78 · 5 years

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Linguistics Ch. 16 Mine

Bucky x OC

Warning: fluff, language, and smut at the end. NSFW 18+

A/N: TAG LIST OPEN

Ugh, a constant beeping noise woke me out from a sound sleep. I was too tired to open my eyes and find out what it was but it sure was ignoring me. Beep, beep, beep. Muffled voices and beeping.

“ I need her to wake up and tell me yes.”

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and mumbled weakly " “Ye-es. Yes. Buck turn off your alarm," as I reached for him.

"Buck she's awake." I head Steve say and then felt a hand on mine. I didn't bother to open my eyes yet I was still too tired.

"Ema! Em honey you hear me?" His voice was full of concern.

"Ya of course. Turn off that beeping would ya." I mumbled still half asleep. He just snickered at me.

"Can't do that doll but I need you to open your eyes for me." I slowly opened my eyes only to see him looking intensely at me. I gave him a weary smile. My eyes scared the room thing to comprehend my soundings. White walls, IV, heart monitor…hospital. That’s right. My eyes frantically locked onto Bucky’s.

"You remember what happen?" I heard Steve ask from the corner where he stood pushing himself from against the wall.

"I was shot and he wants me to tell him yes.” Bucky’s blue glassy eyes locked on mine as he gave me a lopsided smile. I felt his soft mouth brush against mine making me smile.”

(3 months later)

I was fed up. I had been benched from finishing the mission I had helped start. Bucky and the rest of the team had been gone to finish the mission. It had led them halfway around the world. Had it been successful? Yes. However, I was ready for him to come home. Little did I know what surprise waited for me.

(2 Days Ago)

The boys were having this victory celebration in Vienna for a couple of days. "Two days baby. Just wanted a celebration like we did in the past. I love you." His voice trailed off in my mind. I hit Natasha's throw pillow again as I prompt myself up on her couch. Ugh! He was coming home and coming home to me. So why was I aggravated?

”You keep doing that Chre’ I'm going to take you over my knee and spake ya good, ” Gambit teased.

”You do that and you be met with a vibranium fist, ” Natasha noted as she took a sip of her wine.

”Can’t you see the girls wound up tighter than Dicks headband?” Nat looked at Gambit in awe before turning her attention towards me.

"So you're aggravated with him?”

"No, I'm just frustrated." I laughed.

Natasha looked at me and giggled. "I know what it is. You just want to say oh Bucky! You needed to feel him, all of him." Gambit choked on his beer as I turned red and threw a pillow at her. "Hold on speak of the devil." A text message dinged on her and Gambit’s phones.

"Let me see!" I tried to grab one of the phones unsuccessfully but both were too fast and ran to Natasha’s bedroom locking the door behind them. I sat there pouting.

Bucky: are you with her right now?

Natasha: Yes and she misses you. (Oh, Bucky!)

Steve: He misses her too. He is driving me crazy!

Bucky: YOU BETTER NOT SAY A WORD.

Natasha: My mouth is shut just show me the setting

Bucky: Which one?

Natasha: Second one!

Gambit: Blue? Why blue?

Bucky: Don't ask!

Natasha: I show you the picture later. . .

Steve: What picture? Oh, the one he always looks at that I know nothing about!

Gambit: I want to see the picture

Bucky: That picture is off limits Cajun!

Gambit: Too late...Wow! You better get home or I may just have to make a move.

Bucky’s: Natasha!

Steve: Ok so second one. Get it and let’s go. We will be home tomorrow.

(Next Day)

"So you got me out of the office for a workout Gambit. Really?"

"Come on you have to train." He said as he pushed the gym doors open. “Besides I can't stand to see you moping around anymore. Here get starred. I’ll be back, I forgot something," he mumbled. Leaving me in the gym along.

"Of course you did. Fine. Training for what? A vacation? Go to help your crazy ass, got shot and then they go and save the world leaving me at home. The world gets saved and then he calls me and says two days baby. Just wanted a celebration like we did in the past. I love you. Really what was so important in Vienna?” I sassed out loud to myself. I wrapped my hands and decided on the punching bag. I hit it as hard as I could but just a little sand escaped from a small hole in it. After a few more times I quickly decided that this was definitely not for me. "How does he do that? I mean with like five hits there is a bag on the floor." I said to myself. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. playlist for Ema." Music began to fill my ears as I smiled as Sit Next to Me played over the speakers. I turned and walked to my gym bag and unwrapped my hands. Suddenly a loud crash echoed through the gym and caused me to jump. I spun around to see around to see the Bucky’s punching bag on the floor with the contents spilling out. Then I saw him. "Bucky!" He stood there with a cocky smile his blue eyes shining. I ran up to him and jumped into his arms as I peppered his face with kisses.

(Bucky POV)

Gambit had got Ema into the gym for me. I wanted to ask her here. We began here. I asked her to be my girl here. Now I wanted to ask her to be my wife here. Steve placed a reinsurance hand on my shoulder. "You ready for this?" I nodded.

"You look great," Natasha said as she adjusted my bun. I had put on a pair of jeans, and a black polo. Most importantly I had a diamond and sapphire ring in my back pocket.

"Stay here," I told the three and gave Kaye a thumbs up on the iPad that Natasha was holding up. She gave me a sweet smile. They lean against the outside wall of the gym and looked into the windows as I walked in quietly.

"Of course you did. Fine. Training for what? A vacation? Go to help your crazy ass, got shot and then they go and save the world leaving me at home. The world gets saved and then he calls me and says two days baby. Just wanted a celebration like we did in the past. I love you. Really what was so important in Vienna?” I tried not to snicker as she sassed. It took all my control not to laugh again as I watched her attacking the punching bag. Yes I know I had kept her waiting but I wanted perfect and now she was healthy and HYDRA was quite again. "How does he do that? I mean with like five hits there is a bag on the floor." I heard mumble as she turned and walked off to unwrap her hands. I moved quickly to the punching bag and with one strike with my left hand it was on the ground. Next, I quickly moved to take my place in the middle of the sparring mat. Ema jumped at the noise and spun around only to see the bag busted on the floor. Her eyes then found me. I smiled as she said my name. "Bucky!" She ran and jumped into my arms.

"Yes Doll I'm here. I'm home." I said smiling into her neck. I had missed her arms around me. She was mine. My life. I slid her down and she stood there looking at me with a sweet smile. Immediately the music changed, thanks to Natasha, to Halsey - Not Afraid Anymore. I took her hands in mine. "So, since we started here on this mat I wanted to ask you something here." I knelt down. Ema stood there gaping. "You are the best thing that has ever happen to me, and if you will have me I promise to love you and protect you for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?" I stared into her eyes. "Yes!Yes!" Ema said with tears in her eyes. She knelt in front of me as I pulled out the ring from my back pocket and slipped it onto her left hand. Our lips meet in a slow loving kiss as I heard whooping behind us. There stood all of our friends celebrating with us. I helped Ema stand up she blushed and I chuckled.

(Later that evening- Bucky POV)

"I just want to be married to you. I don't care where and whatever you want is fine," I kissed her lightly on the back of her bare shoulders as I held her tightly in my arms.

"I just want a small, intimate setting just the two of us and my aunt; Niagara Falls.”

“I think that’s perfect. Its romantic and I can have you all to myself .”

She turned facing me with a smile as I took her left hand lacing it in mine. I looked at the ring I had placed on it just hours beforehand. “It’s beautiful, James. Thank you.” I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“For what darlin’?”

“For just being you and loving me so much.”

”YA tozhe lyublyu tebya, moya prekrasnaya printsessa. No seychas ya khochu uslyshat' tvoy ston.”

(I love you too my beautiful princess. But right now I want to hear you moan.) I pulled her under me ranking my eyes over her body as I captured her soft mouth on mine. My hands slowly trailed down her body. “Tell me what you want baby girl.” I exhaled sharply as she ran her hands down my v line pumping my length all while giving me a coy smile.

“Orgasms, Russian, and your mouth on my clit.” I let out a lustful groan, grabbed her hands in my left and placed them above her head.

”Bu-ck!” Ema said giggling as she tried to buck her hips against me as I held her in place. I cocked my brow at her.

”Don’t move printsessa. мой” (mine)

“Ye-yes, Winter.” I began my slow descent licking and sucking on her soft skin. Her breath hitched as I nipped the side of her neck. My fingers stroked her breasts as my tongue sucked on her soft flesh. Moans escaped her lips making me harder. “Ja-mes please,” I smirked into her taut stomach as I placed an open mouth kiss on her scar. My fingers traveled down to her wet folds as I let go of her hand and pinched her nimble making it hard. She moaned out my name again as I lapped her with my tongue taking her in my mouth. Her taste making me want her more and more. Ema let out another breathless moan as I felt her fingers tangle in my locks. “Pl-ease I’m so close. Don’t stop.” I devoured her like a man earring his last meal until she came hard; her legs shaking around my head.

I worked my way back up her body as she came down from her high; only stopping to mark her on her breast. When I reached her neck I mumbled into her, “Fuck baby that was hot. Now I want you coming undone around my hard cock.” She captured my mouth as I slid into her dripping folds.

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