#avengers fan fiction

[jpmarvel90]

Biggest Mistake

Masterlist Natasha Masterlist

Relationship: Natasha x Reader

Summary: Breaking up with Y/n when she got the offer to join the Avengers, Natasha cut all ties with her ex girlfriend. What will happen when she sees her many years later?

Word Count: 5856

Y/n's POV:

Hearing my beautiful daughters laugh was my favourite thing. She was 4 years old and the apple of my eye. I would do anything for her. This morning we were getting ready for our day out to the park. I had it all planned out, we were going to go to the play park and then my best friend was going to join us for a picnic by the pond where Mia would be able to feed the ducks after.

I had grabbed a couple of Mia's toys to keep her entertained and finish packing up all of the food ready to head out. Mia was excitedly sat in the lounge clinging onto her favourite teddy. It had been given to her by her Auntie Maria the day she was born, and she was never without it.

I walked over and bent down to pick up the excited 4 year old. "Are you ready for our adventure at the park princess?" I asked as she snuggled into my side. "I want to feed the duckies!" She squealed and it made my heart melt. "Ok, come on then, let's get going." I said, grabbing the cooler backpack of food and my bag.

We made out way down to the car and I strapped Mia in. As we drove, we sang along to our favourite Disney songs and in this moment, I was at my happiest. Mia was my entire world and to see her happy and healthy was the only thing I ever wanted in life.

Once we arrive, we quickly make our way over to the kids play area. It's a warm LA morning, perfect for everything we want to do today. Mia quickly makes her way over to the park and is running around trying everything she could. I sat on the bench next to the park and watched her as she enjoyed herself, happily joining in with the other kids as well.

I always felt that I wasn't quite enough for Mia. It was tough being a single mom, especially when Mia was a miracle child. You see, I used to work for SHIELD and was really good friends with Bruce Banner. I was good at science and worked with him in his lab on a number of occasions.

When I had started at SHIELD as a new agent, Natasha Romanoff had not long been recruited. We ended up moving through the ranks together and ended up in a relationship. I adored her and I saw myself spending the rest of my life with her. We were together for 4 years and had decided to start a family together. This is where Bruce came in.

One day when I was working in the lab with him, I had told him how Nat and I were looking to have a child and discussed the process of IVF. It was at this point he offered to look into a way that we could have a child that was biologically both of ours. When I told Natasha she was incredibly happy.

It took a few months before Bruce was able to perfect the procedure. Turns out that was the easy part. As Nat was unable to have kids, it was down to me carry the baby. We went through 8 tries and none were taking. There was no medical reason why, some would just not take, others would and then I would miscarry early on in the pregnancy.

Just as I had gone through the procedure for the ninth time, Nat was offered a place with the newly formed Avengers. I was so excited for her. No matter how much good she had done in the world, she always felt that she had to make up for her past. The Avengers would give her the perfect opportunity for that. What I didn't realise is that this would result in the end of our relationship.

I came home from work one evening and Nat had packed up all of her stuff and was sat waiting by the front door. "Nat, what's all this?" I asked nervously. "I'm leaving Y/n." She said shortly. It caught me so off guard. "I'm sorry what?" I said almost in a chuckle. "I need to focus all of my energy on working with the Avengers. I can't have any distractions anymore. I've packed all my stuff up. You can stay here as long as you want." She said in such a cold manner.

This wasn't the Nat I knew. I knew how ambitious she was with work, and I would never have stood in the way of that, she knew that. My heart was breaking that the woman that I loved more than anything in this world was leaving me. "Is this some sick joke? We're trying for a kid Natasha! You can't just leave." I yelled, my anger taking over.

"We've tried so many times and it's not working Y/n. It's clearly not meant to be. I can make a difference here and I can't do that if I'm being held back." She defended. That felt like a punch to the stomach. "Ok so maybe we can't have a kid this way, but we talked about adopting if it didn't work. What's changed Nat?" I asked, tears starting to fall down my face.

She stood up and grabbed her bags making her way to the door. "I don't love you anymore Y/n." Her words cut through me like a knife. There was no emotion. 4 years and this is how it all ends. I consider going after her, but I know Nat. When she has made up her mind, there is nothing you can do to change it.

I called my best friend Maria who was over within minutes. I knew Maria from my time at SHEILD. She had worked her way up to be Fury's second and I was incredible proud of her. She spent the evening cursing off Natasha and telling me I could do better.

Knowing that I couldn't bare to be around Nat after everything that had happened, I requested a transfer to the LA branch, much to Maria's frustration. Thankfully it was granted, and I was packed and moved within a week. Before I left, I went to visit Bruce for a check up after the finally attempt. My heart broke when Bruce told me that the initial test showed that it was likely that the attempt had been unsuccessful.

Usually, he would do the test a few weeks later than this as the test is more accurate, but as I was leaving, he agreed to do it early. I thanked him for all the effort he had gone through to try and help Nat and I have a kid. He was sorry for how everything had ended, and I promised to keep in touch.

I had been in LA for 6 weeks when I started to throw up and feel run down. I hadn't noticed that I had missed my period as everything had been so stressful with the breakup and subsequent move. Everything was pointing to the fact that I was pregnant, but I didn't want to get my hopes up. I called Bruce and he flew out and met me at the lab in LA where he confirmed that I was indeed pregnant with Nat's baby. Well, this was awkward.

I tried to get into contact with Nat, but she blocked all my attempts to contact her. I even asked Maria to try to talk to her, but she was quickly shut down. I knew I wouldn't get back with Nat, but she had a right to know that she had a kid. After I exhausted all opportunities of telling her, I gave up and came to terms with being a single mom.

Maria was there for me the whole way and took a temporary transfer to LA to support me. I decided to leave SHIELD as it wasn't safe to have a job like that and a kid. Thankfully Bruce was able to set me up with a friend of his who gave me a job in their lab. I loved the job, and they were very understanding of my situation.

So now, here I am with my beautiful 4-year-old daughter, waiting for my best friend to join us for lunch. Mia looked a lot like me, apart for her green eyes and gorgeous smile. Her personality, however, was very much like Natasha's. She was smart, strong, stubborn but also incredible kind and loving. She was the best of both of us.

Mia had tired herself out on the play park, so we made our way to the pond. I found a good spot under a tree which provided us some shade from the afternoon sun. Whilst I was getting the food out of the cooler, I heard Mia call out. "AUNTIE MARIA!" I looked up to see Mia run full pelt at Maria who picked her up and spun her around. "Hi there little Monkey!" She greeted, walking over to join me on the picnic blanket.

Maria knelt down and placed Mia on the blanket and then lent over to pulled me in a hug, placing a kiss on my forehead. "Hi Y/n/n. You do not know how much I've been looking forward to this weekend." She said, laying flat on her back, letting out an exaggerated huff. "Work is manic as ever then?" I asked with a chuckle, passing her a plate.

She sat up and perked up when she saw the array of food in front of her. "It's just been endless missions since the fight in Sokovia. A weekend with my two favourite girls is well needed." She said, rolling over and giving Mia a tickle.  "Well, Mia couldn't wait for you to visit. I don't think you'll be getting a restful weekend!" I joked.

We spent the rest of the afternoon eating the rest of the food, feeding the ducks, and playing around in the park. We were all really tired from the running around, so the evening was spent watching movies and eating take out in our pyjamas. We were halfway through Toy Story when there was a knock at the door. "Are you expecting anyone?" Maria asked as we both peered up at the door. "No, I'm a lonely single mom, no one ever visits me." I respond.

I pull myself up from the sofa to answer the door and chuckle as Maria makes her way to her bag to grab her gun. "Seriously Maria, please don't shot my neighbours." I tease, which just earns an eye roll. Unclipping the chain and turning the lock, I'm frozen to the spot as I open the door and see the person stood in front of me. "Hi Y/n."

Nat's POV:

5 years ago, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I broke up with the woman that I was madly in love with. But at the time, I thought it was the right decision. As soon as I was offered a place with the Avengers initiative, I knew it was a chance to help clear my ledger. It was an opportunity I couldn't say no to, and I thought that it was something I couldn't do along side being in a loving relationship with a kid.

I was heartbroken when all of our tries for a child had been unsuccessful. But I guess it was all a blessing in disguise. I lied when I told Y/n that I didn't love her anymore. But I knew it was the only way to make her not fight for me. I stupidly put work first without even entertaining the idea of being able to juggle both. It's so stupid when I see Clint do it with relative ease.

At first Y/n left me alone and I was gratefully for that. But then about 2 months after she kept trying to get a hold of me. I ignored or blocked every method she used to talk to me. I had to focus. Maria even tried to talk to me, but I quickly told her to back off, not wanting to hear it.

It wasn't until the battle of New York, that I realised the mistake that I had made. At the beginning, I was able to bury myself in work and ignore all my feelings. But when I saw the apartment block that Y/n and I shared, get flattened, I realised that I had no idea where she was or if she was even safe. It gave me this feeling of complete helplessness. I felt sick to my stomach at the thoughts of something happening to her.

After we won, I tried to find her, but she had left SHIELD and New York. I regretted that I had ever let her go. She was the most incredible person I had ever met. I just wish I had put her first all those years ago like she did me.

Wanda, Steve and I had been sent on a recon mission in LA. There was a possible Hydra agent living a normal life waiting for his moment to attack. He had a wife and kids, and we were going to find out as much info as we could. We had been here for a week and were now staking him out at the park with his family. Whilst Steve was jogging around, Wanda and I were sat at the café by the pond. We had spent a couple hours observing their movements and were getting ready to leave when Wanda grabbed my arm.

"Oh my God is that Y/n?" She said in shock. I looked over to where she was staring and sure enough, there was Y/n setting up a picnic blanket under a tree. My heart then stopped when I saw he pick up a little girl and place her on the mat. I couldn't speak, my feet were rooted to the spot.

Wanda was able to pull me in the direction a bench where we could sit and observe her. She looked amazing. It looked like she hadn't aged at all in the last 5 years. Her hair was her natural brown colour which looked really good. When we were together, she always had her hair dyed blonde. I was trying to work out the relationship that Y/n had to the child. I couldn't see the child very well, but she looked similar to Y/n.

It broke my heart to think that she has probably gotten married and had a family of her own now. I had missed my chance. "AUNTIE MARIA!" We heard the little child shout. That's when we noticed Agent Hill making her way over to the duo. Wanda and I both sat there shocked. I knew that Y/n and Maria were best friends, but why didn't Maria tell me Y/n had a family?

We watched as they ate and then started to chase each other around. By this point Steve had joined us and had the same reaction that we did. Y/n was currently "it" and was chasing the little girl around who was giggle. God that's a cute laugh. As Y/n caught her she started tickling her causing the child to yell out "STOP IT MAMA!" And there it was. It was her daughter. They looked happy. I guess that's what was important.

After Y/n had left the park, we remained on the bench. I couldn't bring myself to move so both Steve and Wanda stayed with me to comfort me. They both knew how much I wanted to try and reconcile with Y/n over the last few years. "She must have moved on pretty quickly if she's got a kid that old." Steve said with a slightly judgemental tone.

It was in the moment that it clicked. "How old would you say she is?" I asked. They both guessed around 4 and that was exactly the answer I didn't want. "Oh my God. I need to call Bruce." I said in a panic. I fumbled around in my pocket and dialled his number. It rang a couple of times before he answered.

Bruce: Hi Nat, how's the mission going?

Nat: Boring, but that's not the reason I'm calling.

I was very short on the phone. I had a feeling that he had been hiding things from me and I just wanted to know the truth.

Bruce: Ok. Straight to business. What is it you need?

I took a deep breath before asking my question.

Nat: Did Y/n carry on trying to have a baby after we broke up?

I rushed the question out and my heart was pounding whilst I waited for his response.

Bruce: No she didn't.

His answer was short and didn't help me at all until my slow mind started to catch up.

Nat: It was successful, wasn't it? The last time we tried.

I could feel tears starting to sting my eyes as Steve and Wanda sat with confused looks on their faces.

Bruce: Yes. But Nat, you shouldn't be having this conversation with me.

Nat: Then who am I meant to have it with. I've got a kid I didn't know about. How could she not tell me?!

I shouted down the phone, my anger filling me. I couldn't believe that she was pregnant, and she didn't tell me. I had a right to know that I had a kid.

Bruce: Nat, she tried to tell you but you shut down every form of communication with her. You even told Maria that you didn't want anything to do with her and that nothing would change your mind. I understand that you're angry, but you left Y/n. She's had to deal with this all on her own for the last 4 years because the person she was in love with decided she didn't love her any more.

I hadn't heard Bruce get frustrated like this before. Him and Y/n were close and he had gone out of his way to help us when we were trying to have kids. He was right. I had shut her out. I had no one to blame but myself.

Nat: Do you know where she lives?

Bruce: Nat, I don't think that's...

Nat: No Bruce, I need to try and make it right. Please just give me her address.

Bruce: Fine, but if you hurt her even more Nat, I'll make sure you don't get any opportunity to be in that kids life.

Nat: I promise you Bruce, I never want to hurt her again.

I hung up and was met by a text from Bruce with Y/n's address. I looked up and saw Wanda and Steve looking at me waiting for answers. "The little girl...she's mine." I whispered, tears now starting to fall. I heard Wanda let out a small gasp. "What are you going to do?" Steve asked, whilst Wanda placed her arm around my shoulder. "I need to go and see her. Can I take some time this evening?" I asked Steve.

He quickly nodded. "Of course, Wanda and I can write the report and if needed, do the stake out tomorrow. You focus on Y/n and your daughter." He smiled. That felt weird. My daughter. But what if Y/n doesn't want me in their life. I've not exactly done anything to deserve it.

Later that evening I pull up at the house in the suburbs. I'm incredibly nervous, what if she just slams the door in my face? Plucking the small amount of courage that I have I make my way up the pathway to the door. I ring the bell and hear muffled talking from inside. When Y/n opens the door, she looks like she's seen a ghost. "Hi Y/n." Is all I'm able to get out.

We stand in the doorway for a moment before Y/n seems to snap out of her trance. "What are you doing here Natasha?" She asked. Her voice was cold. "I-uh. Could we talk?" I asked tentatively. She sighed but nodded. Moving away from the door she gestured for me to come in. I noticed that Agent Hill was stood in the hallway, her gun clutched in her hand and her jaw clenched.

"Maria, can you take Mia upstairs please?" Y/n asked to which Hill complied with instantly. Mia, what a beautiful name. Hill made her way to the sofa and picked up the little girl, making her way upstairs. I wanted nothing more than to get a proper look at her and to hold her, but I knew I had to earn that. I turned my attention to Y/n who had made her way into the kitchen to grab a beer.

"Want one?" She asked holding one out in my direction. "Thanks." I said as I grabbed it, cracking open the top. The silence was awkward. I hadn't seen Y/n since the day since we broke up and I missed her and her touch. "I'm sorry." I mumble. Y/n looks up at me from her seat at the kitchen island. She doesn't say anything, clearly waiting for me to continue.

I took a deep breath. "I made a big mistake when I left you. I was so focused on making up for everything in my past that I gave up the one thing that I had ever loved." I started, but Y/n just laughed. "I know you have no reason to believe me but I never stopped loving you. I only said I didn't to make the breakup easier for me. I've been trying to find you since the battle of New York, but when I realised how you were gone, I accepted that I had to let you go." I said, with sorrow in my voice.

I can't get a read on Y/n. I have always been able to understand what she is feeling but in this moment, I have no idea. "So why are you here now?" She asked, taking a swig of her beer. "To be honest it was a coincidence, but I'm so happy it happened. We were on a stake out in the park when I saw you there with um, with your daughter." I briefly explained, hesitating when bringing up Mia. "Y/n I never should have left you and I certainly should never have shut you out when you tried to get into contact." I said, trying to convey how sorry I was. "If I had known why I would have come to you straight away." I carried on.

"But would you have stayed had you known? The day you left, you made it pretty clear that having a family would have been an inconvenience to you." Y/n spoke calmly. I couldn't answer her, she was right. "Her name is Mia by the way. She was born on the 9th of July, weighing 6 pounds 3 ounces. I was in labour for 18 hours. She is the best thing in my life. In fact, the best thing to ever happen in my life. You missed out on that." She said, getting up and moving into the lounge.

I got up and followed her like a lost puppy. She was right, I had missed out on so much. "When I saw you in the park earlier, you looked happy. I thought that you had found someone else and started a family. That felt like a dagger to my heart. But when I found out she was mine, I felt so incredible happy. It was short lived though when I remembered that I had missed out on the first 4 years of her life." I said through tears. "I should have been there for you during your pregnancy getting all of your cravings. I should have been there holding your hand whilst you were in labour and I should have been there to watch her grow up. I will forever hate myself for missing that."

Y/n looked up at me. "What is it that you want Nat?" She asked almost frustrated. "You." I said without a hesitation.  "I want you and to be in Mia's life. For us to be a family."  Y/n just scoffed. "You can be apart of her life if that's something you want." "And us?" I asked hopefully. "There isn't an us Natasha. You broke my heart. You can't just walk in here and expect me to turn around and jump back into a relationship with you. But I will never stop you seeing you daughter if that's what you want."

I did want Mia in my life. But I want us to be a family. I love Y/n with ever fibre of my being, and I decide that I am going to do everything in my power to fix this so we can be that family we had always planned to be. "Of course, I want to be in her life. But I'm going to fight for you too. I was stupid 5 years ago. Give me a chance and I'll show you how much I still love you." Y/n shook her head at my words.

"I don't know Nat." She started. I quickly made my way in front of her. I was on my knees holding her hands in my mine, tears falling down my face. "You are the love of my life. I should have put you first instead of my own desire for redemption. I know what I did was terrible and I can't take it back. But I'll show to you that I can be the best Mom and, eventually, partner that you deserve. Please, just let me fight for you." I plead gripping her hands tightly.

I notice that Y/n is crying but she quickly pulls her hand away to wipe the tears. She doesn't answer me but instead asks a question I've been dying for. "Do you want to meet your daughter?" The biggest smile came across my face. "Yes, please, I would love to." Y/n called out to Maria to bring Mia down. I stood up and wiped my face and then straightened out my clothes. Y/n met them at the bottom of the stairs picked Mia up.

My heart was pounding in my chest as Y/n got closer. She placed Mia on the floor and knelt down to her height. "Mia, do you remember when I told you about your other Mom?" She asked. Mia nodded and rubbed at her tired eyes. "Yes Mama. You said she was saving the world." I smiled, at the thought that Y/n had talked about me, making my heart grow. "Well, she's finally come home, and she would like to meet you now. Is that ok?" Again, Mia nodded and Y/n turned her to face me.

"Natasha, this is your daughter Mia." I walked over, trying to fight the tears threatening to fall. "Hi Sweetheart. I'm your Mommy." I said in a whisper. Mia reached out and put her cute little hand on my cheek. Finally getting a good look at her, I can see how much she looks like Y/n. She is beautiful, just like her Mama. But her eyes, it's like looking into my own. "Hi, my name is Mia and I'm 4." She said in a cute little voice.

I laugh at her introduction as does Y/n. "Well, aren't you a big girl. I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier." I said starting to cry. Mia leaned forward and wiped away my tears which only made them fall harder. "Don't cry Mommy." "Can I give you a hug?" I asked, also giving Y/n a quick glance for her approval. Mia held her arms open, and I picked her up and held her closer to me.

This was the best feeling in the world. Holding my daughter for the first time. "I love you dorogoy. I promise I'm going to be here for you for the rest of your life." I give her a squeeze and then pull away slightly so I can look at her again. I can't believe I have a daughter.

I spend the next couple of weeks in LA. I stayed at a hotel, so I didn't overwhelm Mia or overcrowd Y/n. I saw them both everyday and I loved every minute of it. Y/n was incredible, and it only made me want to fix things even more. I knew these next few months would be difficult. I couldn't just leave the Avengers as I had a contract, so I was heading back to New York.

It was my last night in LA and I was sat at Y/n's cleaning up after she had cooked us and amazing meal. I really missed her cooking. Whilst I was washing up Y/n lent up against the counter. "I've been thinking about the future." Y/n said, causing a bit of anxiety to creep in. "Ok." I reply, drying my hands on the towel giving her my full attention.

"Mia has loved seeing you every day the past couple of weeks. But not knowing when she'll see you again is difficult. I think she is worried she won't see you again." Y/n started. I went to interrupt but she held out her hand. "No, let me finish. You've already missed out on so much of her life, it's not fair that you miss out on more. So I wanted to know what you would think if we moved back to New York so you could still see Mia around your work schedule?" Y/n asked, her eyes dropping to her hands.

The biggest grin was on my face. I couldn't believe that she was willing to do that. "I would love that. It would be amazing to have you both near me all the time. But I don't want you to uproot your life for me." I said, understanding that she has created a life for herself here in. "LA has never been home for me Natasha. I ran because I couldn't bare to see you everyday with work. Then the little booger came along and my life remained here. You deserve to have her in your life as much as me. Besides, I may have already spoken to Bruce who offer me a job in his lab...."

I couldn't contain my excitement when she said that. I couldn't control my actions and I rushed to Y/n picking her up and twirling her around. As I placed her on the floor I leaned in a placed a gentle kiss on her lips. I quickly came to my senses and pulled away. "I'm so sorry. I-I shouldn't have done that." I stuttered. Y/n is just stood there slightly shellshocked. "No, you're ok. That was, uh, that was nice. Just unexpected"

We both giggle whilst still stood close to each other. "I meant what I said a few weeks ago. I want us to be a family. You have been doing this on your own when I should have been by your side. I can't change the past but I can affect the future. You both deserve it. I know it's going to take time, but I love you Y/n. I want us to have the house we always talked about and maybe a brother or sister for Mia in the future. I don't expect you to say yes now, but I hope that you can see how serious I am and that I'm all in for this to work." I run off a mini speech, wanting to express all of the feelings that I have.

I notice that Y/n eyes have gone glossy. "I wanted to hate you when you left me. But when I held Mia in my arms the first time, all I wanted was you beside me. When I failed to get in contact with you again, I closed myself off, believing that it was always going to just be me and Mia. I want to be mad and angry at you, but then I see you with Mia and it reminds me of when we used to stay up late talking about the family we wanted. You're right, I can't jump right back in, but I want us to get back to where we were. Mia deserves to live in a happy and loving home." Y/n's words warm my heart knowing that I still have a chance to have my family.

I step closer to Y/n and take her hand in mine. "We go at your pace. When you get to New York, we'll work out a routine that's best for Mia and go from there ok?" She nods and I can't help but to lean forward and capture her lips again. This time, she kisses back. My hands raise up to her neck, my thumb gently caressing her jawline whilst hers rest on my waist.

Our kiss is short lived though when we hear little footsteps running down the stairs. "Mama, Mommy, can you read me a story pwease?!" Mia shouts as she reaches the bottom of the stairs. Y/n and I quickly pull away and let out a chuckle. "Of course Princess, we'll be right there." Y/n replies, whilst we don't break eye contact. I am going to marry this woman.

Y/n and Mia moved back to New York and I shared my time between the compound and Y/n's. As well as spending time with Mia to make up for lost time, I also started to take Y/n out on dates again. I wanted to do things right and decided to start from scratch. When the Avengers found out about Mia they were all excited to become Aunties and Uncles. Wanda was particularly amazing as she would happily watch Mia whilst I worked to win Y/n back.

After 6 months Y/n and I were officially back together and I moved out of the compound to live with her and Mia. A year later I proposed, and we married in a small ceremony with our family and friends 2 months after and then we found the perfect house down by the lake outside the city but still close enough for us to work.

Now I'm sat on the porch watching Mia run around after Wanda, who was a frequent visitor. "Here you go love." Y/n said whilst handing me a beer. I quickly jumped out of my seat, "Here let me help you. You should be resting" I said as I guided Y/n to the space next to me on love seat. "You don't need to fuss Nat. I'm pregnant not crippled." She joked as she huffed taking he weight of her feet.

I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to me, resting my hand on her bump. "Thank you for giving me everything I ever could have asked for." I whisper in to her hair as I place a small kiss. Y/n turned to look at me, her eyes full of love. "Thank you for coming back to us." She said in response. In this moment I was complete.

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Close Encounters of the Preferred Kind - (MCU/Justified Crossover)

Part 2 in my wholly unintentional Two Snipers series.

Rating: PG-13

Fandom: Justified/The Avengers (MCU) Crossover (kinda)

Pairing: Clint Barton/Tim Gutterson

Word Count: 2066

Warnings: Fluff (kinda sorta, if you squint), canon level violence, aliens, cussing, a lot of cussing.

Summary: Set after the events of 'Bad Mistakes (I've Made A Few)', this is the second meeting of our fateful couple, with aliens invading, families meeting, and, of course, Tim's long-suffering boss, Chief Deputy Marshal Art Mullen. Life gets messy when worlds collide.

Author’s Notes: 100% did not intend to write a follow-up to BM, but these two don't really do things on my timeline or my schedule. Anyway, the idea of this made me laugh, this is what happens when you introduce your Boo to your people, and everybody had issues. Oh, and the mood board was all me, with picture credit going to their varying photographers.

Eastern Kentucky is not where one expects Armageddon to start, but there it is and there they are. 

“What the fuck am I looking at, Art?” the sniper asked his superior officer as he stared unflinchingly down his rifle scope. When he’d gotten the call that all hell had broken loose in Noble’s Holler, Tim figured it was more methed up psychopaths who were unclear on the local mayor’s penchant for pig sticking. Purple creatures falling out of a hole in the sky with more tentacles than a jellyfish was not on his bingo card. 

“I got no idea,” the older man answered, never once looking up from his binoculars, “but my suggestion is nothing but headshots.” He paused as he loaded his own rifle and stretched out on a bluff overlooking the mayhem next to Tim. To look at the Chief Deputy in his tie and button down shirt, he didn’t seem the type to get down on the ground and dirty, but most folks underestimated him to their peril. The man taught at Glynco and was a badass well before Tim got proficient with a slingshot, much less a rifle.  “Assuming that those are actually their heads.”

“Copy that.” There was nothing quite as satisfying as brass ejecting from the port and watching his target become iridescent green mist. 

Alien invasions were not generally the purview of the United States Marshals Service,  but occasionally, needs must. 

The giant millipedes had massive tentacles and leathery purple skin which was impervious to conventional small arms fire; the only thing that seemed to fell the murderous, marauding bastards was a shot through he presumed was the eye, a target approximate the size of a navel orange, or through the mouth, an open maw about the size of a peach. Luckily, the produce section had never been an issue for Tim. 

He’d been shooting and reloading for the better part of an hour after the damn portal opened up, doing his best to defend Ellstin Limehouse’s normally quiet enclave as best he could. It was the least he could do, even if he didn’t exactly trust the guy. Their interpersonal issues had nothing to do with the welfare of the innocents being set upon by these nightmare fuel monstrosities. 

Correction: “By comparison, my nightmares are a breeze.”

When the first creature fell without his intervention, Tim was startled enough to jerk back from the ledge and take his eyes off the scope, just in time to see the honest-to-God Captain America shield go flying past the end of his rifle, taking out a creature coming up on his flank that he’d missed before bouncing back to its owner with disturbing accuracy. 

“I am entirely too old for this shit,” Art grumbled as he rolled away from the edge to reload his rifle with all the annoyance and irritation of a deluge of Friday afternoon paperwork. 

“I will be goddamned,” Tim murmured reverently as his brain processed what was happening. Creatures began falling left, right, and center as a roaring overhead signaled the arrival of Iron Man while the roaring on the ground was the giant green menace known as the Hulk ripping through these things like they were made of tissue paper. But that wasn’t what held his interest. 

There, big as life and dressed in form-fitting purple and black kevlar, was the luscious not-so-little secret he’d been keeping since his detail in DC. What should have been a routine job a couple months ago turned into a three-night-stand for the duration of the operation, and then some flirty texts back and forth and more than the occasional round of phone sex in the time intervening. None of that could have prepared him for seeing Clint in action up close and personal. 

The armless black suit emphasized every unreasonably pretty inch of the man, from his ridiculous arms that wielded a bow as ably as he hefted his own rifle, shot after unerring shot bounding and leaping nimbly from cover to cover, down to the perfect cupcake ass that fit in his hands just so. Goddamn the man was so pretty he could be considered a potentially lethal distraction. 

“You gonna watch or are you gonna shoot?” Raylan demanded from his right as he stretched out on the ground with a rifle to join the party. The cowboy had been late to the party since he and Rachel had been left to man the office in Lexington, but once gunplay became the order of the day, Tim knew it was only a matter of time before the man in the infamous tan hat showed up. That he was able to convince Rachel, their normally by-the-book and most level-headed colleague, to come out on an alien invasion spoke to the man’s ability to charm the devil himself out of his seat in Hell. 

“Fuck you,” Tim snarled, but without any heat behind it as he took up his position again and began firing once more at the few remaining creatures on the ground below them. 

From start to finish was just under three hours of sustained fire, and when Tim finally rose to his feet to survey the area, the story was told in the sea of expended brass cartridges and rivers of green blood running through the streets of the valley below. Black trucks were rolling in from both sides of the holler with SHIELD logos on them, signaling the cleanup crew. 

“You know what time it is now, right?” Raylan asked with a devilish grin as he doffed his hat to shrug out of his ballistic vest. He’d stripped down to a form-fitting white t-shirt and looked more like he’d been called in from a day off than from a day at the office. 

“What’s that?” Art demanded as the guys helped him to his feet, brushing an annoyed hand over the wrinkles and streaks of dirt that his wife Leslie would likely fuss over later. After she yelled at him about going out on an alien invasion not two months out of a stint at the heart hospital. 

With a shiteating grin and the pop of a peppermint Altoid in his mouth, Raylan nodded toward the collection of superheroes at the edge of the fray, watching the cleanup proceedings begin and talking amongst themselves. “The interagency debrief, of course!” He was off before anyone had a chance to contradict him, leaving Tim, Rachel, and Art to chase after the cocksure cowboy. 

“Can’t get him to even look at paperwork any other time,” Rachel grumbled as they slowly approached the other group. 

“This ain’t paperwork,” Tim replied, though his eyes were on one thing and one thing only. 

Like they had a mind of their own, his feet carried him right up until he was close enough to tap Clint on the shoulder. “How do, stranger.”

The pure joy on the man’s face when he turned around did funny, fizzy things to his insides that he was loath to examine, and were dangerously close to giddy. The man smelled like sweat and looked like heaven, and fuck if all he wanted to do was run his hands over those arms that had held him up against a wall more than once. As it was, he was standing closer than was strictly necessary and well beyond the bounds of ‘just friends reuniting’. The desire to wrap his arms around the man was damn difficult to quell. 

“I wondered if I’d get to see you,” the archer replied with a shy smile and flushed cheeks. “I mean, I’d hoped,” he rambled on, “but then—” he gestured at the carnage behind him. 

For a moment, it was like the world had winnowed down to just the two of them. “I get it. I’m glad you’re here now, though.” 

“Me too.”

And then the moment was broken by the diminutive redhead standing next to them elbowing Clint in the ribs. “Who’s your friend, Barton?” She was equally clad in black, the kevlar skating over and highlighting every single curve and hollow, highlighting both the beauty and the danger that she embodied. 

Rolling his eyes, Clint took half a step back to face her more fully. “Nat, this is Tim Gutterson of the Marshals.” 

Her green eyes lit up as her lips curved into a mischievous smirk. “The hottie you told me about from a couple months ago in DC?” 

The blond’s eyes widened comically as his face shifted from flushed to pale to tomato red with alarming speed. “Real subtle, Nat.” 

If his face felt hot before, now it felt like the skin was melting off of him. The idea of Clint talking about him, to Black Widow of all people, combined with the adrenaline dump of the situation only added to the feeling of surreal dissociation. Feeling a bit cheeky, he grinned slyly as he looked Clint up and down. “Talking about me, Clint? My heart’s a-flutter with curiosity.” 

“Deputy Gutterson, you gonna introduce your friends?” Art’s voice was a bucket of cold water down his back as he suddenly remembered both his location and his audience. 

From Raylan’s grin, he knew he would never EVER live this down, no matter how many terrible situations the cowboy’s penchant for prohibited pussy landed them in, and Rachel? Well, she was the office master interrogator for a reason and he knew damn sure that he would be spilling everything he knew to her before they made it to the Lexington city limits. 

“Chief Deputy Art Mullen, this is Clint Barton of the Avengers and …” he trailed off, uncertain how to introduce the Black Frickin’ Widow. 

She stepped up and shook Art’s hand like a practiced politician. “Natasha Romanov. Lovely to meet you.” 

The older man smiled and, while Tim couldn’t swear to it, appeared to blush like a schoolboy. “Likewise.” 

Not to be outdone, Raylan smoothly inserted himself between them with his hand out and his 1000 megawatt gunslinger charm turned to ‘thermonuclear’. “Raylan Givens, Miss Romanov. Longtime admirer of your work.” 

She giggled. The assassin actually fucking giggled and her nose wrinkled. “You can call me Natasha.” 

Art watched this scene, the four of them talking amongst themselves, with apocalyptic levels of horror dawning on his face. The sheer amount of paperwork Raylan and Tim, hell Raylan by himself most days, generate was enough to fell a small forest. These folks together were an environmental crime waiting to happen. The potential bodycount of a Raylan and Romanoff team-up was nothing short of an imminent violation of the Geneva Convention. “Oh absolutely fucking not.” 

All four heads turned in his direction, Raylan’s mouth already open and ready to rock, but he was having none of the bullshit. 

“You,” Art pointed to the cowboy, “get in the car.” 

“Bu—”

“Nope,” he held up the finger of doom, the finger of ‘unpaid time off if he kept on,’ it 3was one they were all exceptionally familiar with. “Car. Now.” Turning to Tim, he softened a bit. “Say your goodbyes, we have paperwork.” 

Rather than argue, Tim merely nodded, cringing when he turned to face Clint. “Dad says I gotta go.” 

Clint’s smirk was nothing short of wicked and it was suddenly a billion degrees around Tim. “I’ll be around tonight if you wanna meet up.” 

“I’d like that just fine.” Anything else he wanted to say was cut off at a sound he rarely heard outside of the comforts of her mother’s house. A sound that stripped away the years and the edge to reveal a girl much more carefree. Deputy Marshal Rachel ‘I make suspects cry for funsies’ Brooks was standing off to the side and making googoo eyes at none other than the Brooklyn Boys. Captain Frickin America and the Winter Goddamn Soldier were flirting with his best friend and putting their numbers in her phone. 

“See what you did?” Art demanded from behind him as he leaned against the closed passenger door of the sedan that sealed Raylan inside.

“Me?” Tim demanded in affront. “How is this my fault?”

Art’s face was a mask of vaguely amused sarcasm. “You’re a bad influence.”

“Well, now that’s just hurtful. Besides,” he threw his rifle bag in the trunk before slinking into the back seat on the driver’s side and meeting his friend’s eyes in the rearview mirror, “I thought that was Raylan.” 

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Coming by the end of June- Updated as of June 11 th

Admirals daughter- 3 shot- Top Gun Maverick

From Paris With Love - Elvis/Sylvie (hopefully tomorrow or Sunday)

Baby, I Do- Elvis/Sylvie*

Little White Church- Elvis/Sylvie

Cowboy Take Me Part 2- Hangman/Bianca

Save a Horse Ride A Cowboy- Lee/ Spencer*

Just Dance- Part 1- Hangman/Bianca

Wouldn’t It Be Nice-Dean/Ellie

Secrets That Are Meant - Dean/Sam *

To Be Kept- Dean/ Ellie/ Sam- Supernatural *

Need You To Know- Dean/Ellie- Supernatural *

Be My Baby Tonight part 1 of 2- Steve Rogers/ Lennon Stark.

Saturday Night's Alright- Vince/ Sophie Fast Saga

On The Outside Part 3- The Outsiders

Life In The Fastlane part 6- Fast Saga*

Game Changers Part 2- Mighty Ducks

I Kissed A Girl- Letty/ Sophie, Fast Saga one shot *

California Girls- Phoneix/ Bianca- Top Gun Maverick One shot *

Are You Going My Way Part 1- Band Of Brothers AU

Light In The Darkness- Band of Brothers

Under False Premise- Band of Brothers AU

State of Affairs- Yellowstone- Chapter 1-

Burnin' Love Part 5- Elvis Biopic- Elvis/Sylvie

Chasing Angels-2- Top Gun Maverick- Rooster/Bianca

I Need You- Chicago PD- Jay/Libby- Season One

Should Be Me Part 2- Band of Brothers- Bill Olivia

Charming Town- Part 7- Sons of Anarchy- Jax/Ryder

I Don’t Dance, But For You I Will- Rooster/ Bianca one shot- Top Gun Maverick

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[ladyvillainous]

Bucky Barnes - Summer Heat

AU fic where all the avengers live and work together including a rehabilited Bucky Barnes and my character Ali.

Description

During a well deserved break at one of Stark’s many holiday homes the air con breaks driving Ali outside into the heat and to Bucky to help her cool down, only for things to get hotter than expected...

Warnings

NSFW Smut

Let me be clear I am fully aware that consent is a little shaky in what follows and I would no way support or advocate this kind of behaviour In real life, no matter what made them think it was acceptable. This is fantasy pure and simple and both parties in this case are fully consenting, don’t over think it 😊

Word Count: 3462

“I’m so hot” Ali whined, flopping backwards onto the huge covered sun bed with a soft flump.

Bucky rolled his eyes though hidden from view behind his aviators, turning another page of his book he murmured without looking up “So go back inside to the air-conditioning”

Fanning herself theatrically Ali pouted up at him, pulling at her loose sundress the flimsy material already starting to stick to her perspiring body “I can’t it’s broken”

That caught Bucky’s attention drawing him away from the book clutched in his hand “Wait? Seriously? Stark will throw a fit, nothing breaks in his houses”

Ali grinned up at him, the only good thing about the air con being broken had been starks reaction “He’s attempting to fix it now, the air is so blue everyone cleared out fast”

Looking up and around, Bucky frowned “So where is everyone?”

Ali shrugged the heat already sapping her energy “They headed down to the beach”

Bucky pulled his glasses down his nose surveying her over the rims, his blue-grey eyes stormy today “You didn’t want to go?”

Ali shrugged “Nah, thought I’d come pester you instead”

“I’m honoured” Bucky muttered returning to his book, through privately thrilled she’d rather spend time with him.

 They’d been at Stark’s Sicily home for little over a week now, taking a well-earned break between worldwide disasters. Steve and Sam had been on at Bucky to finally make a move on Ali, the newest member of the team, but for the most part he’d stayed away from her not thinking for one moment that she’d think of him that way. He was completely unaware that Nat and Wanda had been on at Ali all week for the same reason. Though she’d simply been pointing out Bucky’s apparent desire to be as far away from her as possible in response.

What neither of them knew was that nothing did break in Stark’s houses unless by design. Having had enough of the pair the team had planned to sabotage the air con and beat a hasty retreat to the beach ensuring they had the place to themselves. Stark had merely lingered long enough to confirm Ali had opted to head out to the pool instead of to the beach before following the others.

 Ali eyed Bucky’s toned torso and muscular arms, on display for once as he basked in the summer sun, the last week had turned him a delicious shade of golden brown that Ali was quite envious of. She’d had to religiously avoid the sun for the entire trip, thanks to her ridiculously pale complexion, it’s why she’d opted to hide underneath the sun bed awning instead joining the others at the beach.

Bucky was clearly a sun worshipper, he looked cool as a cucumber propped up against the raised back of the bed. His right arm resting across the top of the cushions and book held loosely in his dangling hand in front of him, occasionally turning a page with his thumb.

Taking the opportunity Ali turned her attention to the soldiers metal arm, she supposed it was red hot to the touch right now, explaining why he was holding it away from the rest of his body to keep it in the shade as much as possible. Curiosity got the better of her, sitting up she scooted closer to him her legs tucked up and under her as she reached out to touch one burning metal finger.

“What the hell?” she cried at once snatching her hand back and staring shocked at the super soldier.

Chuckling at her outburst Bucky lifted his metal hand and holding it out to her, correctly interpreting her shock “Vibranium doesn’t get hot in these sort of temperatures, it would take a furnace for it to even get warm, it’s why it’s so difficult to work with”

Mouth open in awe Ali slid her palm across his, practically purring as the cool metal soothed her overheated skin “Well no wonder you don’t seem to be suffering in this heat”

Bucky shrugged dropping his hand back onto the bed muttering sadly “Perks I guess”

 Scooting closer still Ali nibbled nervously on her lower lip unsure whether to articulate what was on her mind.

Raising an eyebrow in response to her suddenly proximity Bucky gazed at her patiently waiting for her to spit out what was clearly on her mind.

“Bucky?” Ali wheedled.

“Yes Ali” he responded with a small intrigued smirk.

“With the air con out and me about to pass out from the heat… any chance you might be willing… to…um…let me… uh…” she trailed off indicating his metal arm with a wave of her hand, lapsing into silence.

Shock was the predominant look on his face at her unvoiced request, it always shocked him when anyone but Steve was willing to come near him. Yet here she was, the woman he couldn’t stop thinking about asking him to touch her.

Ali swallowed thickly, scooting backwards as she muttered her apologies, assuming from his silence that she’d offended him by suggesting, if not verbally articulated, that she use him like an ice pack.

“Hang on a sec” Bucky’s hand whipped out, grasping her around the wrist as he recovered himself, “It’s not everyday a beautiful dame asks to cuddle up to me even if it is just to cool down, you just took me by surprise” Dropping her hand he raised his arm over her head allowing her to scoot underneath “Come here Doll” he grinned.

 With a grateful smile Lex turned herself so her back was pressed against his side, her head resting on the part of his shoulder where metal met flesh. Curling herself around the cool metal of his arm she endeavoured to clutch Bucky’s arm to as much of her skin as possible. Her fingers clasped around his wrist clutching him to her with a sigh that reverberated throughout her entire body.

Bucky hadn’t been expecting her to wrap herself around him like a contented cat, but with her eyes closed in pure bliss she missed the look of shock mingled with pure unadulterated happiness flashing across his face.

She lay still for a second cooling down when it occurred to her she would cool quicker without her sundress on. Without stopping to think it through Ali levered herself into a sitting position, pulled the offending article of clothing over her head and flung it away. Settling quickly back into her previous position clad only in her tiny red bikini that left little to the imagination.

Bucky stiffened in response unable to tear his eyes from the petite brunette snuggled against him with an ecstatic smile plastered across her face, apparently uncaring that her perky breasts were pressed fully against his arm and without noticing the way his eyes had widened in shock at her actions.

Bucky was just grateful she was facing away from him otherwise his reaction to her proximity would be all too clear, resting his book temporarily on his chest he adjusted his now too tight swim trunks swiftly without alerting her to what was going on.

“Thanks Bucky” Ali muttered sleepily, drifting off shortly afterwards, leaving Bucky to ponder whether Steve and Sam were right after all.

 ***

Gradually Bucky grew accustomed to Ali’s presence allowing him to fully return his attention to his book, though as she fidgeted in her sleep he found himself reading the same page multiple times. She shifted about so much that by the time she settled completely once more her head was now up and over Bucky’s shoulder against the cushion. His arm now curved around her with his hand resting on her upper thigh, awfully close to the ties that held her skimpy bikini bottoms in place, but he tried not to dwell on it. That was proving easier said than done however as Ali appeared to be having exactly the wrong kind of dream to calm him down.

Every few seconds she would moan quietly and shift slightly, rubbing her backside sinuously against his hip. If he wasn’t utterly convinced she was asleep Bucky would have thought she was winding him up.

He’d read the same page 5 times without taking it in when she suddenly moaned out his name “Bucky” she hissed, wiggling her almost naked body back into his.

Bucky froze turning his gaze down to the woman pressed against him his book forgotten, when she stilled and said nothing more he convinced himself he was hearing things. When she said his name again followed by “Please Bucky, no don’t stop, right there” there was no denying what and who she was dreaming about.

Ali moaned again and shifted suddenly so she was now lying on her back cradled in his arm, her head falling to face him, the sudden action making his hand fall from her thigh and coming to rest across her bikini bottoms right in the danger zone.

 Horrified that she might wake any moment and find herself in this compromised position Bucky attempted to slowly lift his hand from her body, but even in her sleep Ali was surprisingly strong. Mewling Ali grabbed his departing hand and pulled it back to her, splaying his hand across her lower belly her own pressing down upon it.

Inhaling sharply Bucky wondered how long his own self-control would hold out under this sort of provocation, it had been so long since he’d touched a woman this way and he was only human, well mostly.

It was with mingled horror and desire, knowing all the while that he should stop her, Bucky watched mesmerised as she dragged his hand lower, the tips of his fingers dipping below her bikini bottoms.

Grinding herself against him Ali mewled once more, murmuring “Please Bucky” so plaintively it snapped the last tenuous strand of Bucky’s self-control.

Dipping lower still Bucky brushed his fingertips through the damp curls between her thighs cupping her heated sex with a hastily stifled ragged moan.

Ali hissed and twisted as his cool palm brushed over her clit, a single digit sliding across her entrance.

 Bucky inhaled deeply on discovering how slick she was, apparently all because of whatever he was doing to her in her dream. He knew he shouldn’t, but somehow found himself unable to resist dipping his finger lower still, sliding effortlessly inside her. Ali moaned quietly in her sleep spurring Bucky to slip another finger inside her burying them within her up to the hilt.

Pumping his fingers gently inside her Ali continued to moan softly, one hand gripping his wrist tightly stopping any possibility of extracting himself from this situation without force which in turn would wake her. As his pace built Ali arched from the bed with a pornographic moan her right hand finding purchase on his thigh and gripping tightly.

It wasn’t until he bore down on her clit harshly with his thumb that she jolted awake with a cry of pleasure.

Bucky froze waiting for her to scream at him to get off her, shouts of what the hell did he think he was doing, he had no defence and deserved everything she threw at him, but the explosion never came.

Instead she blinked sleepily up at him a slight frown on her face as realisation washed over her. Grinding her hips against his hand, his fingers still held inside her by her own hand Ali bit her lower lip and sighed “Don’t stop”. Her right arm lifted from his thigh, twisting around to allow her hand to tangle in his hair, pulling his lips down to meet hers.

He returned her kisses tentatively at first still frozen in place, it wasn’t until she chuckled quietly and tickled his lips with the tip of her tongue that he accepted that he wasn’t in serious trouble.

With a loud moan from deep within his chest he devoured her mouth with a hand around the back of her neck clasping her to him as his tongue slid past her lips to tangle with hers, fingers picking up the tempo inside her once more.

 Gone were the quiet breathy noises she made during her sleep, replaced with desperate moans that he swallowed as he fucked her furiously with his fingers.

Wrenching her mouth from his Ali threw her head back crying out his name as her release broke over her unexpectedly, her back arching even as she clung to him, anchoring her to the earth as she floated heavenwards.

Easing her down from her high Bucky gently slid his fingers from her quivering body, peppering her lips with gentle sweet kisses, still wondering if she may yet react badly to what had just transpired.

The last thing he expected was for her to wriggle around in his arms to face him, remove his sunglasses from his face tossing them across the sun bed and pull him back in for another long lingering passionate kiss that left them both breathless and gasping for air.

Breaking apart Ali stroked his cheek with her thumb smirking up into his dumbstruck face “Well that was quite a wakeup call”

Lowering his eyes Bucky blushed “I’m sorry, I just… You kept moaning my name… shouldn’t of… only human... but still...” he trailed off lamely only daring to peek up at her through his eyelashes as she giggled. “Bucky don’t look so scared, you’re right I was dreaming about you and may I say the real thing is so much better”  

 Dropping her hand from his face she traced the muscles on his chest with a single finger gradually inching lower her bottom lip held securely in between her teeth holding his gaze.

Reaching the elastic of his swim shorts Ali wiggled her fingers under the band wrapping her hand securely around his aching length, squeezing gently.

Bucky groaned deeply still not quite able to believe his luck as Ali leaned into him and whispered “Let’s see what we can do about this shall we”

 Sitting up Ali threw her leg over him lap straddling him and pressing her core against his length though the minimal clothing on their bodies.

Still in awe of today’s turn of events Bucky found himself staring up at the goddess astride him, she smirked down at him “I didn’t take you for the quiet type Buck”

Reaching around behind her back she pulled the strings holding her bikini in place allowing the scraps of fabric to fall from her body exposing her milky breasts to him.

Galvanised into action Bucky surged upwards, flesh hand snaking around her back to pin her against him as his mouth engulfed one pouting pink nipple in the heat of his mouth, his metal hand cupping her other breast and teasing her nipple with his thumb.

A ragged sigh left her body, head thrown back with pleasure as he toyed with her, the mixture of his cold hand and hot mouth thrilling her. Ali could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs once more.  

Reaching up Bucky tangled his metal hand in Ali’s hair pulling her mouth down to his for a fevered kiss that was all teeth and tongue, plundering her mouth, hands falling to her hips gripping tightly, fingers digging into her flesh as he ground her onto his length.

“I need to be inside you” he grated out against her lips through gritted teeth.

With a smirk Ali wrapped her arms around his neck whispering “What you waiting for Sarge?”

 Rising up on her knees to allow Bucky some freedom to move, he shoved his swim shorts down his thighs his cock springing free, Ali gasping at the sight of his proud member straining to be inside her.

Thankfully her bikini bottoms were also tied on at the sides, Bucky doubted he would have had the patience to wait for her to shimmy out of them and would have simply ripped them from her body in his haste. As it was he fumbled with the bows, Ali chuckling as she slapped his hands away to make short work of the last scrap of clothing on her body.

Bucky’s hands returned to her hips as Ali reached between her thighs to position him at her entrance, a loud groan ripped from her as she sank down on his length inch by inch stretching her walls and filling her completely.

Unconsciously Bucky held his breath as he entered her still unable to believe his luck, a stray thought crossing his mind that he was the one dreaming, instantly dispelled when she clenched her muscles around him squeezing him tightly as he slid home.

“Fuck” the rough expletive was torn from him, his every muscle tense betraying the effort he was putting into controlling the urge to flip her on her back and fuck her into next week. That was the winter soldier breaking through, though Bucky suppressed him the darkness still lingered within him, the merciless side that took what he wanted without a thought for anyone else.

Leaning forward Ali placed gently kisses on Bucky’s lips, her hands cradling his face gently stroking and soothing him until she felt him relax beneath her, his arms wrapping protectively around her holding her close crushed against his chest.

 Caressing the soft skin along her sides with his fingertips Bucky claimed her mouth once more but gentler this time, melting into each other with every whisper light touch and tender sigh. Rolling her carefully Bucky came to rest between her thighs still tightly sheathed within her, propping himself up on one forearm he hovered above her momentarily. Gazing down at the goddess beneath him, all swollen puffy lips and bed hair, eyes wide and slow shy smile spreading across her face.

Dropping his face to hers he stole another long lingering kiss, his free hand reaching back to hook her leg over his hip as he carefully withdrew from her, sinking back into her just as slowly.

Ali arched off the bed as he came to a stop once more their foreheads touching, Bucky exhaling shakily.

“I won’t break Buck, please” She whined desperate for him to move again.

A wicked grin spread across his face at her words “Better hang on then Doll”

Withdrawing sharply, he slammed back into her with driving force, Ali crying out with the pleasure.

Clawing at his back with her fingernails, Ali urged him on her cries building in volume as Bucky’s tempo increased.

The heat all but forgotten even as their sweat slicked skin glistened in the sun patches on the light dappled sun bed. Completely lost Ali could only think of Bucky, the feel of his velvety cock inside her stroking her walls with each thrust. The smell of his skin and hair where she buried her nose in the crook of his neck, the peppermint taste of his breath as he claimed her mouth over and over.

 With a deep groan Bucky changed the angle of his hips, his own release building slamming into her hot centre even harder than before. Ali writhed and moaned in his arms, the dam holding back her orgasm shattering into a thousand pieces as she screamed out his name on the crest of the wave that crashed over her. With a feral growl Bucky followed suit, the painful grip of her walls squeezing his cock so hard it pushed him over the precipice. Shooting his load deep inside her with a deeply satisfied grunt he finally collapsed on top of her, completely spent.

Ali lay trembling in his arms, riding the aftershocks of possibly the most intense orgasm she’d ever had, not even caring that his entire weight was crushing her into the sun bed.

Gathering his strength bucky levered his weight off her, muttering his apologies a shaky hand caressing her cheek as he lowered his face, ghosting his lips across hers “I’ve been wanting to do that since the first day I laid eyes on you” he whispered against her skin, eyes earnestly boring into hers.

With a sigh Ali pulled him back down to her body already missing his comforting weight, legs entwined his softening member still enclosed within her.

Brushing his overlong hair out of his eyes she pecked his lips with a smirk “Never have I been so glad to hear that the air conditioning broke”

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[sebstanaddict]

Hi everyone!

Just a little announcement. I'm sorry but I won't be able to update on either Love Song or The Distance this weekend. I'm still working on my merchandise store (sebstandesign.com) On top of that it's been a hard week for me personally that I barely have time for anything else. I will try to update again next weekend.

In the mean time I see that not many of you have read the last chapter of The Distance. The story takes a lot of my time in terms of plot planning and world building with so many plot twists and surprises. It breaks my heart to see not many of you have read it or engage on it.

Tbh sometimes I feel like not continuing on writing it. I mean, if no one reads it, why bother? Right? So if you want to see it continued and finished, please please read it and engage (like it, comment on it, DM me about it). It will mean the world to me and motivate me in finishing it.

What I have in mind for the story is I think similar to an Avengers story. I did plan it to be similar to Infinity War or End Game with space war as the background. I would love to finish it but I need to know if you guys are going to read it or not.

You can read The Distance here.

Thank you and sorry for the rant.

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[writingpains2019]

I swear I’m going to update my fan fics soon. I’ve just been so busy recently!

Hope you’re all going into 2023 with good vibes.

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[abstractnerddreams]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Loki (TV 2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Loki/Reader Characters: Loki, Thor, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Shameless Smut, Reader Insert, Glorious Purpose, Gratuitous Smut, Teasing, Dom Loki (Marvel), Avenger Loki (Marvel), Light Bondage, Magic During Sex, inspired by a song, Multiple Orgasms, Breeding Kink, Possessive Loki (Marvel), This Was Supposed To Be A One Shot, Canon-Typical Violence Summary:

"They say, be afraid. You're not like the others..."

Odin decreed that Loki would be banished to Earth. Forced to help those he once wished to rule as punishment for his actions. An uneasy alliance struck and a new teammate gained. A dangerous and deadly teammate. One more handsome than sin itself.

It's just a crush right? Not like anything could happen. Someone like you would never catch the eye of someone like him. So what if he was in every one of your fantasies?

But what if you did catch the eye of the God of Mischief?

#loki x reader #avengers fan fiction #loki

[lex-is-up-all-night-to-get-bucky]

This fic about killed me. Laughed so hard my asthma acted up

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[buckyalpine]

Imagine you get into the holiday spirt with the cutest Christmas sweater, the fluffiest socks and these adorable bells in your hair. You're running around the compound with hot chocolate and cookies, the jingle of your bells ringing with each step. Everyone things its adorable. You're like a little elf, busy in your workshop (the kitchen), surrounded by marshmallows, whipped cream, delivering mugs of creamy sweetness along with homemade gingerbread men.

Everyone finds it so cute.

Everyone except Bucky.

Bucky hates it.

He hates the little tinkle he hears with each footstep you take.

Why?

Because his mind is in the gutter.

Your running around looking all cute and sweet and innocent and all he can think about is how gorgeous those bells would sound as he railed you with his cock.

He decided to stay in his room, hoping a book would calm him down but who was he kidding, his enhanced hearing meant he could hear you scurry around down the hall towards his room, and holy shit, if he could just grab your hair and bend you over-

"Bucky!" You lightly knocked at his door before popping your head in with a cheery smile, holding a mug of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows and plenty of whipped cream. No matter how intimidating Bucky painted himself out to be, you knew the soldier loved all the little extra toppings, especially after you caught him adding extra whipped cream when no one was looking.

"Hey" Bucky's voice came out more strained than intended, hoping to will his erection away which currently throbbed with need.

"I brought you hot chocolate" You stepped into his room, pausing when Bucky's smiled looked more like a grimace as he shifted from his place sitting against the headboard.

"Is-is everything okay?" You ask, padding towards him and he can't even hide the tent in his sweats, setting down the book he was reading to try and cover himself.

"Of course-yeah-thanks y/n" He rasped out as you came over and handed him the mug, your sweet scent of vanilla, sugar and spices only making it harder for him to keep his hands to himself.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You could tell Bucky was tensed, chewing his lip without meeting your eyes which was strange considering he was normally fine around you.

"Wouldn't be able to tell you sweets" Bucky chuckled to himself with a sigh rubbing the back of his neck while you cocked your head to the side, the tiny movement making the bells ring again.

Fuck.

"I don't think you'd want to help with something like this doll"

"Try me"

-

"OH" *jingle* "MY" *jingle* "GOD" You wailed, your bells ringing with each thrust as Bucky's cock slammed into you, his hands squeezing your hips as he fucked you from behind. He had you on your hands and knees after tearing your clothes of, loving the needy little whimper you let out after you caught a glimpse of his rock hard cock pressing against his sweats.

"That's it baby, that's it, sound so pretty with those cute little bells in your hair" Bucky groaned, biting his lip to keep his voice down as he fucked you harder, pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, "Look at how you're taking all of me baby, taking my big dick so well, such a good. Girl"

"More, want-more" you hiccupped, tears from pleasure streaking down your face, squealing when Bucky's hand spanked your ass before pulling out and manhandling you till you were on top. You whined, your lips pulled into a pout, all naked on top of the soldier except for the bells in your hair, your needy pussy clamping down on him. You pawed at his hand, tugging it to where you needed him most, moaning when he used his thumb to rub your clit, smirking at your fucked out state.

"Aww babygirl, are you too cockdrunk to fuck yourself on my dick" Bucky cooed as you squirmed on top of him, sloppily grinding yourself, your greedy cunt begging for anything he'd give you. You

"Fuck you're such a little slut" Bucky gritted out as he planted his feet against the mattress and started to fuck up into you, your boobs bouncing in his face matching the dainty rings every time he thrusted his hips up. "Want you under that goddamn tree and nothing else baby, gonna fuck you on every surface of his place"

Bucky could only take so much, his balls pulling tight to his body, cum desperate to blow and paint your walls, your pleasure contorted face all just for him.

"Walking around with these fuckin' bells, making my cock so hard, lookit how pretty you sound now baby, fuck y/n, m'gonna cum!"

"C-cum in me Bucky" You cried out, sobbing in pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you, collapsing against his chest as he fucked you through your high.

"That's it baby, milk my cock, that's what I want for Christmas, wanna empty my balls in you, fuck-oh fuck-milk it baby, shitt!" Bucky bit down on your shoulder to muffle his loud moans, shoving his dick in as far as it would go as he started to throb ropes of his spend into you.

That was round 1.

-

"You look like you've seen a ghost" Tony snorted as he saw Sam and Steve enter the living room, the captain's face pale in shock while Sam couldn't stop grinning. "What happened. We're gonna start the movie soon, where's metal man and y/n"

Steve went beet red while Sam cackled, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Making their own rendition of Jingle Bells"

Anyway, I'm sorry for giving you debauched instead of wholesome plots, MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS (the filthy part is for me @ myself)

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[heytheredelulu]

ready to comply part 2? 👉👈

As you wish!

I may have left this one on a cliff hanger as well. 🫣

I’M SORRY! I was just having so much fun I had to leave it open in case there was interest for a part three. ❤️

Ready to Comply - Part Two

Requested by @littleone2001

Soldat!Bucky Barnes x PlusSized!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+

C/W: Language, discussion/implications of violence and murder, gun play (sorry, not sorry), unprotected sex, rough sex, a lil boob slap (once, because I had to), spanking, fingering (f receiving), anal fingering (f receiving), brief discussion of kidnapping/making reader his sex slave

✏️ A/N at the end.

“All I can smell is how wet you are.”

Oh fuck.

You muster up a small, broken sound from your chest when the realization finally hits you that your desire is overwhelming Bucky’s senses to the point that he’s struggling just to think.

“I-“

His fingers hook beneath the saturated fabric of your panties, his fingers grazing against your folds and igniting a heat in your body that sets your nerves on fire.

He tears them away, reducing them to a tattered rag in his fist which he brings to his nose and inhales deeply before he discards them to the floor with a growl.

He forces your thick thighs apart, spreading you open with his trembling fingers to observe your tight, wet hole as it clenches desperately around nothing.

“Fuck!”

His breath catches in his chest and he stumbles back, withdrawing the gun from his shoulder holster and brandishing it at you.

Your eyes widen as you snap your legs shut, raising your hands defensively and shrinking back in horror.

Bucky steps forward and presses the barrel of the gun against your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“I’m sorry.” He chokes out.

“You’re going to kill me.” You whisper, fear taking hold as your eyes screw shut and a tear slips down your cheek.

He shakes his head slowly, tracing the cool metal of his weapon along your jawline. “No, I ain’t gonna kill you. Not yet.”

Your eyes open, your expression twisting into one of confusion. “Then why.. why are you sorry?”

He sets his jaw, lifting his left hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Because I’m gonna hurt you.” He rasps.

Your brows knit in concern. “What do y-“

Bucky cuts you short, replying only by dipping his gun between your legs, pressing it firmly against your bare, weeping cunt.

Your entire body seizes in terror but as he drags the cool, hard weapon along your slick folds, the fear gives way to something else entirely.

“You don’t wanna hurt me..” You say slowly, carefully, biting back a moan as the barrel of the gun grazes across your clit.

“But I do.” He taunts, pulling the gun away and gripping your jaw with bruising force. He presses it to your mouth, your slick coating the metal and wetting your bottom lip. “Open.” He growls, leaving you little choice with how hard he’s holding your chin. He forces the gun into your mouth, your eyes wide in apprehension. “Suck.” He demands, pressing it down on your tongue. You swirl your tongue around it, tasting yourself on the bitter metal. He groans, withdrawing it harshly from your mouth with a string of spittle and tucking it back into its holster.

“I’m gonna fuck you. And it’s gonna hurt.” He mutters, his calloused fingers moving to unbuckle his belt.

“Bucky y-“ He pinches your cheeks together painfully in his metal hand, effectively silencing you.

“Quit fuckin’ calling me that!” He snaps, using his grip on your jaw to yank you forward to him.

“Soldat.” He corrects in a menacing tone, nodding your head for you to ensure you understood.

“That is my name. I suggest you remember it, because you’re about to be screaming it.”

He releases your face harshly, reaching to pull his hard, thick cock from his jeans and spitting into his palm. He curls his hand around his impressive length and pumps himself lazily from base to tip, rubbing his thumb roughly over the slit and smearing beads of precum along his shaft to mingle with his saliva.

Your eyes follow every stroke of his hand as he closes in on you, your brain working to comprehend just how in the hell your body was going to accommodate his size.

He’s right. This is going to hurt.

He clutches the neckline of your dress with his free hand, ripping and tearing the fabric until you’re bared to him and he kneads at your breast roughly pinching the pebbled flesh of your nipple harshly between his fingers, drawing a small cry from you.

“Buc-“ You stammer.

He slaps your tit hard and you wince from the sting as it radiates across the tender flesh of your ample breast.

“Soldat.” He growls through clenched teeth, hiking your legs to rest your heels on his shoulders and tilting your pelvis upwards as he lines himself up with your aching entrance.

You suck in a sharp breath as the crown of his cock breeches your tight, wet hole and you writhe underneath him against the sting as he splits you open, stretching your cunt and filling you in a way you’ve never experienced.

A shameless moan erupts from your throat when he begins to snap his hips, fucking into you with a merciless rhythm. What was once pain is quickly building into pleasure and your back arches up off the desk.

“So fucking tight.” He grunts, his heavy sack swinging with every deep thrust into your dripping cunt. His jaw clenches and he digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs, spreading you wider as he tucks his chin to watch himself disappear into your wet heat with a predatory gaze.

Pleasure builds in your abdomen and you rock your hips to meet his hungry thrusts, biting down on your bottom lip as his thick cock massages your inner walls. The corners of his mouth twitch as if he’s biting back a smirk when he registers you eagerly moving in sync with him. He snakes a hand down between you, tracing his fingers along the girth of his cock where he’s filling you and gathers your slick along his fingertips, raising his hand and spreading his fingers to admire the sheen of your wetness with a thoughtful expression.

Without warning he withdraws, leaving you desperate and empty when he lets your right leg drop and curls his hand around your left ankle, flipping you hard onto your stomach. He grabs your hips and yanks you backwards towards him so you’re bent over your desk with the lip of it biting into your pelvis. He delivers a harsh smack to your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his hand, then dipping his head down to suck a bruise into the skin before biting down hard into your plump cheek. You yelp and raise yourself up on your palms, but Bucky splays a large, calloused hand across your back, forcing you back down and kicking your legs wider with the toe of his boot.

He plunges two fingers in your thoroughly fucked hole, coating them in your arousal before withdrawing them and sinking his cock back into your swollen cunt. Strangled noises of pleasure catch in your throat and you push your hips back greedily to meet him, your walls throbbing around him as ruts into you, his balls slapping against your clit and sending shockwaves through you with every brutal thrust.

He spreads your ass cheeks roughly, teasing his wet index finger along your backside, circling your puckered hole and causing you to squirm. He presses into you, working his finger in sync with his hips, massaging it into you until you manage to take him to the knuckle and he lets out a satisfied groan that you nearly drown out in your own wanton moan.

“Fuck.” He rasps out, pain blooming as he moves to add a second finger. You cry out at the intrusion, your hands clenching into fists above your head and your nails biting into your palms as he rocks his fingers into you, scissoring you open.

You thought you’d been full when it was only his cock but fuck, were you wrong.

It was too much.

It was too good.

The tension wound tight in your abdomen finally snaps and you completely shatter.

A choked sob rips from your throat and your pussy spasms, your walls fluttering around his cock and your asshole contracting around his fingers as you scream, your orgasm tearing through you with enough force to make your head spin and your ears ring.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He slips his fingers from your tight hole, grabbing hold of your hips with both hands and slamming into you with unrelenting force, fucking you through each wave of euphoria as they crashed over you in succession.

“I’m gonna tell them I killed you.” He grunts, his cock kissing your cervix. “So no one will ever come looking for you.”

You mumble incoherently, tears of ecstasy staining your cheeks as you lay limp in the wake of your earth shattering release while he continues to pound into you at a steady pace.

“I think I’ll keep you tied to my bed.” He whispers in a menacing tone, his thrusts growing frantic as he chases his impending orgasm. “I’m gonna fuck every hole in your body, every day, until you can’t fucking take it anymore.”

Bucky snaps his hips forward in one last powerful thrust and then stills, shouting a string of curses as his cock pulses and he pulls your plump ass flush to his pelvis, emptying himself deep inside of you.

He tilts his head back, his chest rising and falling erratically and then pulls out, staggering back as you rise up and turn to face him with flushed cheeks and hair slicked against your sweaty forehead.

“Get dressed.” He orders, tugging his jeans up and fastening his belt. “You’re coming with me.”

You nod and move on weak knees, feeling his cum slowly leaking from your cunt as you gather your blazer. He watches you carefully as you pull it on, buttoning it in an attempt to cover your naked body.

Bucky holds out his hand impatiently and you take it, cautiously moving closer to him, your thighs sticky as they rub together with every step you take.

You place a palm flat against his chest and he looks down at you with his brows furrowed in confusion at your gentle gesture before you rise up on your tiptoes, pressing your mouth against his. He stiffens momentarily but quickly reciprocates, his tongue teasing at your bottom lip in a silent demand to deepen the kiss. You comply, moving your tongue slowly against his in a sensual dance and tracing your hands along his broad chest as you lean further into him.

When you break the kiss abruptly and step back out of his embrace, he blinks in bewilderment before his face contorts into rage as he registers that he’s staring into the barrel of his own gun.

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A/N: My husband gave me so much shit for this while I was writing it: tHiS iSnT cAnOn, BuCkY wOuLdNt Do ThAt, iT dOeSnT mAkE sEnSe

Look, I know. It’s a fanfic, it’s AU, it’s not canon.

Anyway, now I’m really anxious about posting this, worried that it won’t meet your expectations. So I hope you enjoy so I can tell my husband to suck it. 😈

💋Sj

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[thornsnvultures]

everything I want...

bucky barnes x plus size!avenger!reader

summary: being sent on a mission with bucky should be a piece of cake, but he's been acting strange around you for weeks now and you have no clue why.

cw: SMUT, fingering, oral sex (fem rec), shower sex, p in v sex (unprotected), creampie, breath play, breeding kink, pregnancy/lactation kink (very little), possessive pervy bucky (he gets a bit feral in this one), solo masturbation mention (m), steve rogers meddling being a great wingman, angst with a happy ending, 4.4k words

a/n: my entry for the lovely @nickfowlerrr 's seven deadly sins event 🖤 Lust is the sin I chose for this fic and really it was an excuse to write filth lol I really hope you enjoy it! (and a quick thanks to everyone who encouraged me to keep going, this fic wouldn't be here without you)

18+ MINORS DNI

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"You'll be with Barnes for this mission. Get in, get out, no big deal. We've done this before and it doesn't look like it'll be much of a problem."

Steve smiles politely at you as he hands you the briefing folder with all the info on where you'll be going and why.

"If it's so easy why doesn't Barnes go alone?"

You regret opening your mouth as soon as the words come out, choosing to bite your lip and open the folder instead of looking at Steve's patented Look of Disapproval.

"Be ready and on the jet in two hours," Steve sighs.

"Yes, Captain."

Steve marches out of the room, always moving like a man on a mission even when he's not on one. No, this one's just you and Bucky. The man who's been avoiding you like the plague the last few weeks. Someone who you thought was at least a friendly acquaintance, a close colleague maybe.

He went from joking with you on the jet and bringing you coffee when he got one for himself from the canteen, to not even looking at you. Like even daring to lift his head when you walked by would get him booted from the team and sent back to Hydra.

You wouldn't say the two of you were close, but being a part of this team, working with these people; it was hard making friends with people who didn't understand, who didn't live on the compound. Sure there were SHIELD agents you saw here and there at the gym or around medical or the offices. But you saw Bucky damn near every day since you joined the team. And now out of the blue he was pretending like you didn't exist.

It didn't help that you had a not so teeny tiny crush on the man either.

Maybe this mission was a peace offering, Steve's way of getting the two of you to rebuild, reconnect. For the betterment of the team...or whatever. The sooner you got it done, the sooner you could get home and get away; from Bucky and from your own hurt feelings.

-----

Steve was right, the mission didn't take long at all. You were able to get in and get out with the information you needed with little to no fuss. Barnes was the perfect partner to watch your six with the way he was avoiding you and it totally didn't bother you that he hadn't said a word to you outside of what was strictly necessary. Totally.

When you got back to the hotel, Bucky got on the phone with Steve right away, still avoiding. He did need to call Steve to debrief, but he wasn't even saying much, just standing there with the phone to his ear, grunting every now and then.

Frustrated, you sat on the edge of the bed and pulled of your boots. Bucky was facing the window, looking over the city. The hotel room was modest, but modest for Tony Stark's standards was still luxurious and you wanted to take advantage of the shower that was practically the size of your bedroom back home before you guys left. You weren't waiting for Bucky to shower first.

"I'm taking a shower," you called out. Bucky made a noise but didn't turn around. His back muscles shifted against the tight black tshirt he wore when he shrugged at something Steve must've said over the phone. You couldn't hear what they were discussing but you could sense Bucky's tension from across the room. From the way he looked you'd think the mission was a failure, that he was reporting back with terrible news even though you know everything went well. Your fingers itched to rub soothing circles over his back, ease some of that tension away...

Shower, think of the shower. He doesn't deserve it.

Once you figured out which knobs controlled which of the four differently angled shower heads, you hopped in. Your clothes lay discarded on the sink as steam filled the room. It was heavenly. You'd have to ask Tony about installing a system like this in your apartment.

As you soaped up with the hotel body wash, your mind started to wander to the same person it always seemed to these days.

Part of why Bucky's sudden rejection was so painful was how much you'd grown to care about him. It felt silly, having a crush like this at your grown ass age, but that's what it was. Your stomach fluttering, your heart racing. You hoped he didn't know just how much he affected you every time he brought you coffee or talked to you or sat near you in a meeting.

Maybe that's why he's been avoiding you, maybe he caught on and...he doesn't feel the same way. Maybe he's trying to put distance between the two of you so you'd get the hint.

God, how embarrassing. You stand there with your hands on your chest, over your breaking heart, and try to hold it together instead of blabbering like a baby.

Of course he doesn't want you. He's a super soldier, practically a God. And he's been through so much. He's not the type to want a...girlfriend right now, especially someone on the team.

Suds drip from your breasts as you try to finish your shower, bending over to scrub your feet while you try not to cry. It's silly, silly and stupid. But you were hoping that even if he didn't like you that way, that you wouldn't lose a friend too.

The thought of him never speaking to you again makes a tear finally fight its way free and you choke out a sob as it falls down your cheek. You hope the pounding water is enough to mask your choking sobs but who knows. Your emotions are all over the place. You can't seem to stop crying and you're angry. Angry at Steve for putting you on this mission, angry at your tears and angry that Bucky might be totally lost to you.

-----

Bucky can smell you.

He stands by the hotel window, holding the bridge of his nose like that'll make it stop. It never does. You're always there, invading his senses. Not just your body wash or the shampoo you use, or the heavy floral stuff the hotel has stocked up in the bathroom. He's trying not to imagine you using the individually wrapped bars of soap to lather yourself up not twenty feet away from him, but just like his hand on his nose, nothing helps.

No, even under all the artificial stuff, it's you that drives his senses wild. Something encoded in your goddamn DNA that fries his brain.

It took him a while to figure out what it was that made it hard to be around you. He could ignore it at first, when you first joined the team. He was still fresh himself, finally coming back to be a do-gooder with Steve and the team after talking time to heal and scrape away what was left of Hydra's programming. There wasn't time to acknowledge the way his dick twitched every time you entered the room. It wasn't appropriate. And Steve would kick his ass for chatting up the newcomer anyway.

But as the weeks and months drew on, as he found himself getting more comfortable, more used to a routine that always seemed to revolve around you, he couldn't ignore it.

He felt like a dog in heat. Most of the time he could manage it, but there were days out of every month where he'd scramble for the nearest bathroom, broom closet, empty meeting room, anything after being with you for even five minutes so he could relieve himself. Biting his lip until he bled to keep from cursing your name as he worked his fist over his cock until there was nothing left.

It was maddening, the shift in your scent. He craved you constantly, but those times when his needs couldn't be ignored he felt out of control. Like he was a snap of your fingers away from becoming him again.

It wasn't until you left your phone unattended in the compound gym that things started to make sense.

You had been chatting on the treadmill with a SHIELD agent. Bucky pretended to be focused on his workout while he listened in to your conversation. Your agent friend was talking about her and her partner trying for a baby so you recommended a period tracker app that you had been using for a while.

"It's great! After you've been using it for a few months it can predict when you'll be ovulating for max baby making potential."

Your friend laughed at the saucy tone in your voice, Bucky nearly dropped the massive dumbell he was curling on his foot. Images of you, breasts heavy and leaking, swollen and pregnant with his child was all he could see. And fuck him, he wanted it, needed it, craved it.

So when your friend was gone and you hopped off the treadmill momentarily in search of your water bottle, leaving your phone behind, Bucky took his chance to sneak a quick look.

It was all right there. He remembers the last day he could smell you so strongly he could barely stand it. He almost got caught in the gym showers, slamming a crack into the tile wall when he came so hard his vision went black with the scent of you burned in his brain. He didn't see you for two days after that but when he did there was a coppery edge to your scent. And the app on your phone proved it.

You were ovulating. Your body was practically screaming for him, demanding that he do what he was made to do and breed your sweet cunt. His need to rut into you, to bury himself deep and pump you full of his cum over and over, no matter how long it took until it sticks, finally made sense.

Bucky already knew he cared for you, but he didn't want to scare you, overwhelm you. He wanted to do right by you, take you on dates, show you how special you are to him. But this feral need to claim you wasn't stopping any time soon either. Maybe, he thought, he should give you some space. Give whatever this feeling was done distance and it would calm down. Then...then he could tell you how he felt. He needed to clear your scent from his mind before he was trapped in a constant state of relieving himself by his own hand month after month, wasting what belonged to you in tissues and shower drains.

-----

So he stayed away, for an entire month at that, before Steve got sick of his shit excuses and put the two of you on this mission together.

"Whatever's going on with you two, you need to work it out. We're not in forth grade any more, Buck, you can't pretend a girl has cooties just cause you feel weird about liking her."

Bucky tensed as he heard her boots fall to the floor behind him.

"I don't-"

"Don't bullshit me, Bucky."

"Language," Bucky's lip quirked, almost a smile.

"I'm taking a shower," you called from the other side of the room. Bucky grunted, not trusting himself to say anything more. He could feel your eyes on him.

"Just talk to her. I know what you're gonna say, she deserves better than a jerk like you. But she doesn't deserve the cold shoulder."

Bucky shrugged, forgetting that Steve couldn't see him. He heard the bathroom door click shut and his forehead dropped against the window.

"You don't get it, Steve. She's different. I can't control myself around her. I'm hanging on by a thread here."

Steve sighs and says something else but Bucky barely hears it over the sound of running water and your clothes hitting the floor. 

"Bucky, you there?"

Shit.

"Sorry, I should...I gotta go."

"She likes you too, idiot." A part of him knew but hearing it out loud felt surreal. "I got the same senses you do. Better even," Bucky shakes his head at Steve's teasing, "I can hear her pulse pick up when she looks at you, how her breathing changes. How she sits close to you, touches you whenever she can."

Bucky shivers thinking of your hands on him, pulling him into your shower with you, letting him get close enough to touch you the way he's dying to touch you.

"And you know I can smell how wet she gets when y-"

"Watch it, Rogers," Bucky snaps with a growl in his throat.

"Then get your shit together, Barnes! She wants you too, you're not gonna scare her off."

Bucky wants to tell Steve he doesn't have any idea what he's talking about when he hears what sounds like crying coming from the bathroom. 

"Alright, if you're done playing matchmaker I gotta go."

Bucky hangs up before Steve can say another word and tosses his phone on the bed. Before he can think better of it his boots are off and he's pulling his shirt up and over his head. His heart is being torn to shreds with every sob that shudders through thin walls and he has the sinking feeling that it's all his fault.

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You don't hear the bathroom door open, but you feel the rush of cool air hitting your back. Before you can wipe away your tears and yell at Bucky for coming in before you were finished, he's right there. His hands grip your waist and turn you around.

"Bucky.

"Shh, I've got you."

He pulls you in, crushing you to his bare chest in a fierce hug. You don't know what's happening or why but he's here. Finally he's here and you're not gonna do a thing to stop it.

Your face is still wet with tears when he kisses you, consumes you, more like. His lips, teeth, tongue invading your mouth and begging you to open up and let him take all of you. You're shaking when he lets you go long enough to breathe, but his hands don't let you go, only wrapping around tighter and lifting you up against his broad chest when he feels your legs go weak.

It's everything you've every dreamed of, there's no way it's real. He's naked for fuck's sake. You can see his discarded jeans on the floor by the door, feel the evidence of his nudity pressing long and thick against your thigh.

His lips work down the length of your neck, down your chest, to suck a puckered, soapy nipple into his mouth. He's looking up at you with those murky blue eyes and your mind goes blank. You don't care why he chose now of all times to see you, to touch you, as long as he doesn't stop, as long as he keeps sucking and licking and biting you just like that. And you really must've hit your head because, fuck, you're already this close to coming and that's never happened before.

Your thighs press together, searching for any kind of friction, as you tug on Bucky's hair. When you pull, his eyes roll back. He groans, the noise shooting straight to your pussy.

Still holding you up with one hand, Bucky bullies your thighs apart with the other, spreading you open and on your tip toes so he can slide his fingers over your cunt. Two thick digits slip between your folds and shove into your cunt. You gasp, writhing around his fingers. It's too much, you feel so fucking full you can barely stand it. But Bucky keeps working his fingers, scissoring them, spreading them deep as he pumps them in and out. Your nails scrape against his skin, scrambling across his broad shoulders to find purchase as he brings you careening fast over the edge until you're plummeting, screaming his name as you spasm around his fingers.

He pulls his fingers away and you watch, dazed and panting as he sucks them clean. The way he moans around his fingers nearly has you coming again.

"Bucky, please," you don't know what you're asking for but you don't care. You'll gladly take anything he gives you.

"Need more," he groans, his eyes glazed. "Can I have more, angel?"

You're nodding wildly as he sits you down on the shower bench. Hot water rains down on his back and he's lifting your feet up on the bench so he can keep you spread wide open. His big hands clamp down on your thighs and it would be almost painful if you weren't distracted by the way his mouth latched onto your clit.

"Fuck! Bucky, oh my god," there wasn't any stopping your rambling, begging, pleading. It was too much, too good. Bucky's moans vibrated to your core. He feasted on you like you were his last meal, licking every drop of your juices, sucking each fold before fucking into you with his tongue.

You could think, talk, breathe. All you knew was Bucky's touch as he made you come again. Your legs shook and your back arched and it went on for what felt like forever, this mind blowing pleasure that you almost didn't feel worthy of. That he looked up at you as he cleaned you up with his tongue like you were everything to him in this moment made your eyes well up again for being so emotional.

A look of worry wrinkles Bucky's brow. 

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

With a shaky hand you brushed back an errant hair from his forehead and caressed his cheek. "No, I'm fine. Sorry, I just get emotional like this before, y'know..." You didn't want say it, especially not to a guy you liked right after he ate you out. It was hard to look at him still sitting there between your legs, your face feeling hotter by the second.

"You mean before your period?"

You sputtered and tried to close your legs. No way, there's no way you're talking about your period with your dream man with your legs spread open like he's your gyno.

"Don't hide from me," Bucky growled. You watched, your jaw dropping, as he nuzzled his nose into your mound at the apex of your sex and breathed in deep, filling his lungs with your scent.

"How did you know?"

"Your phone, you left it open at the gym." Bucky doesn't stop kissing your mound, your belly. It's like he's a cat and you're the catnip. "And I can smell it on you. Your scent changes, gets...deeper somehow. Like you're calling to me."

Suddenly he's lifting you up and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist with a shout of surprise. Bucky grabs one of the giant hotel towels on his way out of the bathroom, carrying you like it's nothing. It is for him, but it's jarring. You always forget that he's not just some guy. Like the fact that his enhanced senses don't just include hearing and sight. Of fucking course he can scent you like a bloodhound.

Bucky lays out the big, fluffy towel and drops you on it, watching with hunger in his eyes as you jiggle when your body bounces on the mattress. You want to cover yourself with your arms and squeeze your legs shut, but you hear his voice in your head. 

"Don't hide from me."

Bucky crawls on top of you, his thick arms and broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the room. It's just him and you and this bed. And between you his cock pushes thick and needy against your weeping cunt. His hips twitch as he kisses you, lightly rubbing the thick vein running down his cock through your folds.

"Please, Bucky," you whine against his lips.

His forehead rests against yours briefly before he sits back on his heels. Bucky's heavy-lidded gaze is hungry, staring at the way your cream coats his cock.

"Please don't tease me, Bucky," your plea comes out shaky and unsure. "I can't take it."

Bucky caresses your cheek, tugs at your bottom lip with his thumb.

"If you let me in, I don't think I'll ever leave."

Your brows pinch, your heart hammers away in your throat. You get the feeling he doesn't just mean in the physical sense.

"I don't want you to leave."

Bucky's eyes shut and his jaw clenches and you reach for him. To take his face in your hands so you can pull him close and look into those beautiful blue eyes when he finally thrusts inside. And he lets you.

You hold him in your hands as his whole body shakes. You've never felt so full, so complete, but you need more. If only he'd move, you need him to move.

"Bucky-"

The growl that explodes from deep in Bucky's chest is the only warning you get before he pulls back, nearly all the way out, and slams back in. The force of it shoves the air from your lungs and you can scarcely catch your breath before he does it again and again, picking up pace until he's hammering into you, pounding you into the mattress. His groin grinds against your pelvis with every deep thrust, the thatch of hair there teasing your clit.

Bucky takes you by the throat, tenderly at first, saying, "Look at me. Don't look away, beautiful, keep those eyes open."

It's a struggle but those blue eyes ground you as your mind tries to float away. You don't know what sounds you're making, what you're even saying but Bucky shushes you, tells you he's got you, you're his.

"My pussy. Mine to fill up, right, beautiful? All mine."

You nod your head as best you can with his fingers on your jaw, babbling nonsense. He doesn't slow or stop, that super-soldier stamina helping him keep a brutal pace.

Bucky grabs your right thigh, turning it over so it's on top of your left and holding it there with the hand not on your throat. Your eyes roll back at the way the new position has him grinding against your inner walls. You thought you felt full before, but this is something else entirely.

Your hands fly up to Bucky's forearm, desperate for a part of him to hold on to as he looms over you, taking what belongs to him. His hand on the meat of your thigh tightens as he grunts and groans and you grip at the hand on your throat, silently begging for his gentle hold to tighten too.

His eyes soften, as he shifts his hand and squeezes. This man could end you right here, right now, with a twitch of his finger but he's looking at you like you're delicate, so fucking delicate and it doesn't make any sense. Your brain is fried, everything feels like too much and just right at the same time. Like you're meant to be here under him, full of him, taking everything he gives you.

"God, you're so beautiful."

Your legs shake under his grip and you feel yourself implode. His words ricochet around your head as you come, coating his cock, and the sheets, with your release.

Bucky's grip on your throat loosens and he collapses on top of you, capturing your lips with his, cradling his arms around you. His full weight on top of your twisted, bent body is a welcome pressure. You never want him to leave.

"Mine," he growls again. "Gotta fill you up, breed this sweet little cunt so everyone knows you're mine. I can't hold back anymore. Say it. Say you're mine."

"I'm yours, Bucky," you cry, "all yours. Only yours."

Bucky lifts your right leg up over his shoulder, spreading you wide open. He brings his thick fingers down on your messy cunt with a wet slap and you cry out, shaking as you come again.

"That's it, beautiful. Milk me fucking dry."

Bucky's hips stutter and go still and he shouts, spilling inside you, filling you to the brim.

Bucky lets your leg fall from his shoulder and collapses on top of you. Before he can suffocate you, not that you'd mind, he rolls the two of you onto your side and holds you tight to his chest. You can feel his release slipping out, oozing down your thigh. There's so much, you don't even want to think about the clean up. Not now, not when it's so much easier to think about how good it feels to be here, in his arms.

"You're mine," Bucky whispers into your hair, taking a heavy breath, filling his lungs with your scent. 

"All yours," you smile, your cheek pressing against his solid chest.

"I mean it. Not just here, not just tonight. I want to make you mine, angel."

Bucky sounds so serious it almost worries you. You turn your head where it rests on his bicep, trying to not get distracted by how big it is. Those blue eyes of his are soft but searching your face, like he needs you to understand, to know that he means it.

"I want that, Bucky. I want it so bad."

Your voice is quiet but you know he can hear you loud and clear, can hear the desperation in his voice mirrored back in yours.

His big hands roam your body, caressing your breast, your hips, like he wants to touch you everywhere all at once. You help him settle on a place by lifting your leg and curling it over his hip. You can see it on Bucky's face, how much he needs you. The way your combined scents make his nostrils flare, the tightening of his jaw. His fingers leave your hip and delve between the juncture of your thighs, a groan rumbling through his chest.

"Bucky," you pant as his fingers play in the mess he made, slipping in and out of your cunt.

He kisses your forehead, continuing to work you open once again.

"Need to have you again, angel." Bucky doesn't wait for you to respond before he's guiding himself in til you're full to bursting. "Gotta keep you stuffed full, baby."

You shudder at his words, his hands roaming your body.

"I'm yours, Bucky. All yours."

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Only Fools Rush In| Captain America/Bucky Barnes masterlist

Only Fools Rush In 

Summary: Before Lennon Stark, the second greatest love of James Barnes, was born, her great aunt Hannah ruled his heart until the day she was killed by German soldiers. This is the true story of how three Stark women forever changed not only Bucky’s life but Steve’s as well.

Rated M for adult content- drug use, alcohol abuse, het, femslash, and slash if you squint. 

Steve Rogers/Lennon Stark/Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes/ Lennon Stark

Bucky Barnes / Hannah Stark

Hannah Stark information

Lennon Stark information

Marty Stark information

ao3

ff.net

wattpad

neobooks

playlist

moodboards

Lennon

Hannah (what if she took the serum)

Marty

Volume One-

Heartbreak Hotel (set during the first Captain America movie)

Hannah Stark has breast cancer and she doesnt want to try and fight it off like her brother Howard wants instead she just wants to focus on the last bit of time she has left and with the Captain America project.

10 chapters

One

Two Three

Four Five

Six

Seven Eight

Nine

Ten

Volume two- Iron Man and the end of the first Captain America movie- 25 chapters

One

Two

Three

Four Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen Twenty

Twentyone

Twentytwo

Twentythree

Twenty-four

Twenty-five

Be My Baby Tonight- Steve/Lennon/Bucky

Part one set before Iron Man 2. On Fury's urging for Steve to get to out into the modern world, Lennon offers to let him accompany her to Stark Expo

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The Distance

Bucky Barnes x OC Story

Summary : A space adventure where we follow Bucky Barnes around the universe as he struggles to reclaim the love of his life amidst the backdrop of war between humans and the Kree race.

Bucky and Adriana successfully escaped from Zogg-Larn and Adriana takes them to a planet Bucky didn't expect. He has high hopes that he will be able to win Adriana's heart back in the beautiful planet, but his hopes are squashed as Adriana still holds a grudge against him. Will he be able to change Adriana's heart and make her love him again?

Pairings : Bucky Barnes x Adriana Weaver (OC)

Chapters: 13 / 20 (might add more as I write)

Chapter List >

Warning : angst, grief, slow burn, sexual references

Word count : 9,8k

This is a sequel to my first Bucky fic, New Beginning. Check it out here.

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Torfa, Outskirts of Greater Magellanic Cloud - May 2025

Zogg-Larn veered his ship to the right trying to avoid the shots that were coming his way from a mysterious red ship. He glanced back and felt like he had seen the ship before, a long time ago. But it couldn't be. The owner of the ship was supposed to be dead.

He didn't have time to think much about the red ship. He couldn't let James Barnes get away again. He already lost all his men trying to kill him. He wasn't about to let their loss be for nothing.

He looked to the front and sped up towards the ship James Barnes and a female Torfan was on. He set his ship's missile to target them and launched it. His heart dropped to his stomach as he saw them going to warp, but his missile succeeded in hitting their tail before they went fully into warp. Hopefully it would hinder them from going too far.

Zogg-Larn started to set his ship into warp too and set it to chase James' ship, which he could still see on his radar due to the beacon on the ship. But suddenly his ship shook when the red ship successfully hit his ship's right wing. In a split second he made the decision to go back to Hala. He couldn't chase James Barnes with his ship damaged. He also needed to gather some more Kree to help him. So with a quick push of a button his ship went into warp and headed back to Hala.

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Yahiri, Reina Star System - May 2025

Bucky was jerked back on his seat as the ship went out of warp and slowed down. He looked to the front and in the distance he could see a blue orb, a blue planet with two moons orbiting around it.

"Where are we?" Bucky turned to Adriana.

"Welcome to Yahiri." Adriana replied as she continued to steer the ship closer to Yahiri's surface. The fact that their ship's tail had been hit by the missile Zogg-Larn launched at them thankfully didn't affect the ship much. It could still function normally and didn't seem to pose any threat to them.

"Yahiri?" Bucky pondered.

"Yes. Yon-Rogg was planning on taking me here for our.. honeymoon.." Adriana replied with sadness in her voice.

Bucky's heart dropped to his stomach as he listened to her. His heart ached that Adriana still thought about Yon-Rogg. But it ached even more as he thought of how stupid he was for killing Yon-Rogg. He was, as usual, overcame with anger at Yon-Rogg and didn't think much except eliminating him as his Winter Soldier programming automatically ran his mind. Yon-Rogg did attack him first though. It wasn't like he had a choice. But you could'vespared his life and just hurt him without killing him. Another side of him argued. He sighed and shook his head. There was nothing he could do now. He just had to accept that he did, yet again, hurt Adriana by killing someone dear to her. Granted, she was manipulated by Yon-Rogg. So, Yon-Rogg deserved it. But still, it didn't make matters easier for him to win Adriana's heart back. He would have to try really hard to gain her trust again until her memory comes back, hopefully.

Bucky's eyes widened as they went closer to the surface of the planet. It seemed the whole planet consisted of water, all he could see was endless blue ocean. But then slowly he could see an island and what seemed to be structures surrounding the island, spread out far from the island onto the sea like tree branches.

Adriana steered the ship towards what looked like a large hangar on the center of the island. Suddenly a yellow light flashed on the ship's communication screen signalling that they were being contacted. Adriana pushed a button near the yellow light and a female voice came out from the speaker.

"Good afternoon, welcome to Yahiri. Would you please state your name and your business here?"

"Uh, hello. My name is Una-Ver from Torfa, I'm here for a vacation." Adriana replied and Bucky's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Very well. Please direct your ship to hangar 25. We will be with you shortly." the female voice said.

"Thank you." Adriana replied.

"Vacation?" Bucky asked, turning to Adriana still with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yahiri is a planet known mostly for being a resort for people around the universe. 95% of the planet consists of water and only 5% of it is land. The natives are amphibians. Some live on the land but most of them live underwater. The ones living on the land built overwater bungalows surrounding the main island and rent them out. It's quite a popular place for a vacation for races across the universe. They also produce many delicious seafood but of course we can't say we're here for seafood trade. So vacation is the only reason that makes sense." Adriana explained.

"Oh, okay." Bucky nodded. Vacation? With Adriana? That sounded good if only they were in a normal situation. But they were being hunted and Adriana hated him. Truly not the best circumstances to have a vacation, he thought in defeat.

Adriana steered their ship towards hangar 25 and soon landed in it. They went out of the ship and was welcomed by a tall humanoid female alien with skin the color of rainbow and long white silvery hair braided neatly behind her back. The alien's face was similar to a human. Bucky could even say the alien looked beautiful with mesmerizing blue eyes. She wore a skin tight blue suit much like a diving suit and he noticed she had webbed fingers.

"Welcome to Humnia Island." The alien said, smiling warmly at them. Bucky felt a strange warm and light sensation in his heart as he saw the alien smiled at them. He felt suddenly at peace, as if they weren't being hunted and were on the run. His positive thoughts overcame everything and he felt like they were going to be okay. He smiled back at the alien warmly.

"Thank you." Adriana said. Bucky turned to her and also could see the change in her face. She looked happier and at peace. Despite feeling strange about it, he was glad that she seemed to be feeling better.

"My name is Iren and I will take you to your accomodation today. Have you made a booking?" Iren asked.

"Uh.. Yes, could you please check? It should be under the name Yon-Rogg." Adriana replied.

Iren whipped out something like a cellphone from a pocket on her pants and started swiping and pressing on it.

"Yon-Rogg from Torfa is it?" Iren asked, her eyes still looking on the device's screen.

"Yes." Adriana nodded.

"Alright, you're booked at Soneva Jani resort for, hmm.. an unspecified time." Iren said, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Well, yes. We weren't sure how long we wanted to stay here. We're adventurous and love to do things on a whim." Adriana smiled.

"Very well. Please come with me." Iren smiled.

"Wait, our ship's tail is damaged. Do you know where we could get it fixed?" Adriana asked.

"Oh, we have mechanics ready on call should you need help." Iren replied.

"That's brilliant. Could you help arrange for a mechanic to come and fix it?" Adriana asked.

"Certainly ma'am. We'll arrange it for you as soon as possible." Iren said.

"Thank you so much." Adriana smiled.

"You're welcome ma'am" Iren smiled. "Is there anything else that you need before we go to the resort?"

"No, that would be all, thank you." Adriana responded.

"Very well, please follow me." Iren turned around and guided them to get into what seemed to be a white hover car.

The hover car's back door opened vertically and Bucky could see a spacious seating area inside. He let Adriana get into it first then he climbed in after her. The door closed automatically and soon they were on their way to Soneva Jani with Iren driving the hover car.

Bucky looked around as Iren took them out of the hangar and onto the street on the main island. Hover cars flew around them as aliens on vacations went in and out of the hangar. The main street was lined with thick palm trees on the side, guiding them towards the beach. Iren took them to a large wooden building just before the beach ended. The large wooden building was connected to a winding wooden pedestrian bridge that connected it with all of the bungalows over the water.

Iren parked the car next to the large building and soon went out of the car. The door of the passenger seat was opened automatically and Bucky and Adriana climbed out of it.

"Please come with me to the reception area for the check-in process." Iren said and they walked towards the large building.

Bucky saw different types of aliens coming in and out of the building. He shook his head in awe. There must be at least 10 different types of aliens that he saw in addition to the natives of Yahiri. None of them gawked at him at all, unlike back in Torfa. They were all seemed to be used to seeing different types of aliens around them.

Iren took them to a reception desk where a male Yahiri with short cropped white silvery hair and piercing yellow eyes welcomed them. Then she excused herself as Adriana and Bucky took a seat in front of the male Yahiri.

"Welcome to Soneva Jani. My name is Yashi. How can I help you today?" Yashi smiled at them.

"We'd like to check-in under the name Yon-Rogg, please." Adriana said.

"Certainly ma'am. Let me check for your booking." Yashi said and he turned his attention to what seemed to be a computer right beside him.

"Yon-Rogg from Torfa, is it?" Yashi asked.

"Yes, that's right." Adriana nodded.

"Very well, you are booked at Soneva Fushi Bungalow. An excellent choice for honeymooners." Yashi smiled, clearly thinking they were on their honeymoon.

"Oh, wait, we're not on our honeymoon." Adriana interjected. Bucky could feel a slight pang in his heart as he heard her say it.

"Oh? Well, it is still a beautiful bungalow for a couple." Yashi smiled.

"We're not.. a couple. There was a change of plans and my husband couldn't come and instead I'm here with a.. friend.." Adriana said slowly and she glanced at Bucky for a split second before returning her gaze back to Yashi. Bucky's heart seemed to bleed in pain as he heard her. He sighed and looked down.

"Oh, I see." Yashi said, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Is there another bungalow available? I'd like to stay in a different bungalow if I can." Adriana said. Bucky felt more and more pain in his heart as he heard her.

"Please wait while I check." Yashi said and he turned his attention to the computer. After a while he turned to them and shook his head. "I'm really sorry ma'am but all the bungalows are fully booked. As you know we are in a busy holiday season."

"Oh, okay. That's fine." Adriana said, her face fell.

"Very well. I have checked you in. Breakfast is included in your booking and will be available at the restaurant here in the main building. For lunch and dinner we provide room service or you could explore the many restaurants on the island and under the sea. You could inform us if you would like to be taken to those restaurants." Yashi said.

"Restaurant under the sea?" Bucky asked, looking up at Yashi curiously.

"Yes, the Titan restaurant just opened early this year. It is located under the sea under a glass dome, so it is accessible for those who can't breathe under water. I highly recommend it for everyone who visits us. Not just for the view and experience but also for the delicious seafood they have on offer." Yashi smiled.

"Okay, sounds interesting." Bucky nodded.

"Very well. Is there anything else I can help you with?" Yashi asked.

"No, thank you." Adriana said.

"Alright. Now our bellboy will take you to your bungalow and help with any luggage you might have." Yashi said.

"Oh, we don't bring any luggage. We were.. in a hurry." Adriana said, making Yashi's eyebrows raised in confusion.

"That reminds me, is there a clothing store around here?" Adriana asked.

"Yes, there's a shopping market near the hangar where you can find anything you might be looking for." Yashi said.

"Oh, thank you." Adriana nodded.

"We have hover cars ready to take you there any time you wish. Just contact us and we'll be happy to arrange the transport to take you there." Yashi said.

"Thank you again." Adriana said.

"Very well. If there's nothing else let me call the bell boy." Yashi said.

He turned to pick up something like a phone from beside the computer. He instructed someone to come there and moments later another male Yahiri with short white silver hair and green eyes appeared and stood next to them.

"Sonen, please take these guests to the Soneva Fushi bungalow." Yashi instructed the male Yahiri.

Sonen nodded and they stood up. After thanking Yashi again they went out of the large building and stepped onto the wooden pedestrian bridge outside. The pedestrian bridge stretched out far into the sea and ended at a circle at the edge of the resort. On the left and right side of the bridge numerous bungalows were lined up, all of them looked identical to one another but there were names boarded up to the wooden wall next to each bungalow's door so guests would know what bungalow they were entering into.

Sonen took them to the Soneva Fushi bungalow which was located about five bungalows away from the large building. Bucky's eyes widened as they entered the spacious bungalow. They were welcomed by the view of the beautiful ocean right in front of them as there was a huge window at the back where all of the areas in the bungalow were facing. There was a seating area and dining area as they came in. To the right of it there were more seating areas and a small kitchen. Next to the seating area was the bedroom and at the right end of the bedroom there was an outdoor bathroom with sunken bathtub, a shower and two wash basins. The large window at the dining area gave way to a large deck that led to a large fresh water pool with sunken dining area, daybeds, swing, and catamaran nets around it. There was also a long slide from the second floor of the bungalow leading straight into the ocean. The bungalow had cream and white decor all over it giving it a fun and breezy beach house feel.

Bucky's eyes widened as Sonen took them around the bungalow and showed them how the roof above the bedroom was retractable so they could sleep under the stars. He sat on the bed and looked up as the roof slowly opened to show them the clear blue sky up above. He marveled at how things changed in a matter of hours for them. The planet that Adriana had chosen was perfect for them despite all the circumstances. The atmosphere would surely help him in winning Adriana's heart back. He hoped Zogg-Larn would never found them there. If they could stay there forever he would be happy. He wouldn't miss earth with all of the facilities, comfort and atmosphere surrounding them. Especially with Adriana by his side. For once he felt like he was in cloud nine. Perhaps they could even get married here. He was sure there was a hall somewhere in this island where they could have their wedding at. It would be perfect. He smiled as he laid down on the bed and looked up to the sky.

Sonen was finally finished giving them a tour of the bungalow and he excused himself. It wasn't long after Sonen was gone that Bucky felt a dark heavy feeling entered his heart. It felt like there was a grey cloud hovering over his heart, threatening to pour rain on it. He remembered again why exactly they were there and the dire situation they were in. He also remembered again what he had done and how Adriana seemed to really hate him.

He shook his head in confusion as Adriana came into the bedroom. He studied her face and his heart plummeted as he saw her expression. He could see grief and sadness in her eyes again. The happiness was gone entirely from her face.

She walked closer to him and stopped by the bed.

"Is your arm okay?"

"What?" Bucky completely forgot that Adriana had grazed his arm with his spear earlier. He barely felt the pain.

He sat up and looked to his right arm and saw some blood stains on the sleeve of his jacket. He removed his jacket slowly and winced a little as the wound on his arm was grazed by the jacket. He studied the wound. It didn't seem too deep and it had dried. With the super soldier serum in his veins it would heal in one day.

"I think it's okay. The wound isn't deep. I just need to clean it. It looks worse than it actually is." Bucky said, smiling at Adriana. He was happy that she still cared.

"Let me help you clean it." She said and she went to the kitchen. Moments later she came back to the bedroom bringing some water in a bowl and a clean cloth.

She set the bowl on a table next to the bed, dipped the clean cloth in it and sat in front of Bucky. She looked up at him before touching his arm, silently asking for his permission. Bucky's heart beat so fast in his chest as he stared at her. He nodded and Adriana gently started cleaning the wound on his arm.

Bucky winced every time she pressed the cloth to his wound. But it was all worth it just to be touched by her. While she continued cleaning his wound he studied her face. How much he missed seeing her so close to him like this. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and her lips parted a little and all he could think about was how it would feel to kiss those gentle lips again. Butterflies flew in his stomach as he continued to study her features. He admired her beautiful long lashes, her perfectly sculpted eyebrows, her cute pointed nose and the light freckles that dotted her nose and cheek. He remembered the times when he would kiss her forehead, her nose, her cheeks and her lips, how right it felt to him. He remembered how with just a smile and a touch she would make his heart swell with so much love and happiness. Truly, she was the only woman that could drive him crazy like this.

Before he knew it, she was done cleaning his wound. It was too quick for him. He still wanted her touch on him. She was about to stand up but Bucky caught her hand.

"Thank you, for cleaning my wound." He smiled warmly at her.

She blushed and for a moment they just gazed at each other. He could see conflict in her eyes then a familiar loving and caring gaze. He glanced at her lips and leaned in closer to her, his heart beat so fast in his chest. He was about to kiss her but she leaned away from him, let go of his hand and stood up quickly.

"You're welcome." She said, her eyes turned cold again. Then she stood up and went back to the kitchen, leaving Bucky to stare at her in disappointment. Be patient, Bucky. He scolded himself.

Moments later she came back into the bedroom.

"Bucky, I'm going out to the shopping market to buy some clothes. I left my bag back in Torfa and I don't have any more clothes." She said.

"Oh, okay. I'll come with you." Bucky said, sitting up from the bed.

"No!" Adriana said and Bucky's heart plummeted again.

"I'm sorry.. I just.. I need to be alone." Adriana said, her eyes pleading.

Bucky sighed in defeat. "Okay. I'll just.. wait for you here. Thank you for cleaning my wound." He smiled.

Adriana nodded but didn't return his smile. She then turned around, leaving Bucky alone with his heart bleeding yet again.

As soon as Adriana was out of his sight, he took off his shoes and laid back down on the bed. He realized he hadn't slept at all last night and the exhaustion was finally sinking in. So he closed his eyes and took some deep breaths. The pain in his heart gradually disappeared and soon he fell asleep.

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Humnia Main Shopping Market, Yahiri, Reina Star System - May 2025

As soon as Adriana went out of the bungalow and met a Yahiri again, she immediately felt the feeling of happiness and peace in her heart. She suspected the natives of Yahiri had a special power that could manipulate the feelings of others because as soon as Sonen went out of the bungalow, she felt the dark grief again in her heart and hatred towards Bucky. She decided to ask around about it to see if her theory was right, and she was proven right. Yashi, the reception staff had confirmed her suspicion.

"Yes, we Yahirians have a special power that can manipulate the feelings of others into feelings of happiness and peace. It's the reason why we never got involved into wars with other races and beings because our presence alone bring peace in everyone's hearts. And it's the reason why our planet is the number one resort planet in the world."

The fact had somewhat made Adriana felt a little creepy. She had asked if it worked the other way around. But Yashi said it didn't. They couldn't make others feel sadness or any other negative feelings. She also asked whether they could read minds and Yashi said they couldn't, much to her relief.

So with that fact in her mind, she entered the Main Shopping Market in Humnia Island feeling happy and at peace. With so many Yahirians around she couldn't help but feel like that. She was also feeling in her element looking at all the clothes and beautiful dresses shown on all the beautiful stores in the market. Clothes, somehow they made her even happier. She had realized that since she was in Torfa, making all those beautiful dresses for the Argens. She remembered that Bucky told her that she was working in a big fashion brand back on earth. Maybe, there was some truth to it. She thought as her fingers grazed on the delicate sheer fabric of a collection of dresses hanging in front of her.

She felt time flew by so quickly as she immersed herself in the shopping experience. Humnia Island was basically a place where summer was all year around so the clothes that were sold there were all casual beach wear with some colorful diving suit like clothes, which she suspected were targeted to the Yahirians who live underwater. There were also some basic sweaters and jackets. In the end she bought two basic shirts, two trousers, a leather jacket, two sleeping attires, some underwear and two of the beautiful dresses she had seen earlier with the delicate fabric. She also bought a duffel bag and some towels. She looked around and thought of Bucky all of a sudden. He might need some clothes too. So she bought him two basic shirts, two trousers, a leather jacket and some boxer briefs, which made her feel kind of weird. She felt like buying things for her significant other. It felt strange yet right to her. It tugged at her memory, like it was something she had done numerous times before. She shrugged it off as she went to the cashier and paid.

She took a hover car back towards Soneva Jani resort. A male Yahirian by the name of Rian was the chauffer. As they passed the street he told her to try visiting the Titan restaurant. He said it was the best restaurant in the whole universe and anyone who visits Yahiri wouldn't want to miss visiting it. She thought it would be a nice place to have dinner so she thought about asking Bucky to go. But as she arrived at the resort and walked closer towards her bungalow, she couldn't help but feel the darkness in her heart again. With no Yahirian around that she could see, her true feelings appeared and she changed her mind. There was no way she was going to ask Bucky to the restaurant. She wouldn't want him to think she was asking him out. Not after what he had done. She still couldn't forgive him. Her mind wandered back to Yon-Rogg and she felt a pang in her heart. She hoped someone back in Torfa had found his body and gave him a proper burial.

She opened the door to the bungalow and stepped inside. The bungalow was quiet. She entered the bedroom and found Bucky sleeping peacefully on the bed. For a moment she just stared at his innocent sleeping face and strangely felt the peace in her heart again. It felt right to be with him. But she shook her head as the grief over losing Yon-Rogg took over. How could she be with a murderer, a monster like Bucky? No, even if she once loved him, she couldn't be with him again. Not after all that he had done.

She walked past the bed and into a dressing room next to the bed. She put down all her shopping bags on the floor, picked up some clothing items and a towel then went into the bathroom. She wanted to soak in the bath tub. It seemed like a good idea to relax after a long and traumatic two days in her life.

As she submerged herself in the warm and fragrant soapy water, her mind wandered back to the events of the previous days. She replayed everything in her mind while her fingers turned the teardrop shaped vial on her neck containing Yon-Rogg's blood around and around. She couldn't help but started to sob as the memory of seeing Yon-Rogg being stabbed by Bucky flashed back in her mind. She saw Yon-Rogg's astonished face as the sword impaled his stomach and the fear in his eyes as he slipped and fell down over the cliff. Tears started to fall from her eyes as the grief overcame her like a wave and she cried hard.

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Bucky opened his eyes slowly and looked up towards the sky. Apparently the sky outside had turned darker. The light blue sky had changed into a darker shade of blue. He looked to the front and saw Yahiri's sun was about to set. He wondered how long he was asleep. He felt really refreshed and didn't have a dream that he could remember.

Suddenly he could hear a faint crying sound. He stood up and went towards the crying sound. It seemed to come from the bathroom. He stopped in front of the bathroom door and knocked.

"Adriana.. are you in here?" He asked.

The crying sound stopped and her voice came out. "It's Una-Ver not Adriana."

Bucky's heart plummeted as he listened to her request. But he really needed to respect her wish if he wanted to win her trust back.

"Una-Ver.. Una.. are you in here?" he asked again.

"Obviously." Adriana replied.

Bucky sighed. "I'm sorry.. I'm an idiot. Of course you're in here. Are you.. are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Please go away Bucky and just leave me alone." She pleaded and he could hear her sniffle a little.

"I'm.. I'm sorry Una. I didn't have the chance to properly apologize to you for what I did to Yon-Rogg. I'm sorry, I truly am. I hope you'll forgive me one day." He said slowly.

Adriana stayed quiet and it made Bucky more nervous.

"Una?" He asked, hoping she would respond but he could only hear more crying sound as Adriana continued to cry. His heart broke as he listened to her crying.

He turned around, leaned back on the door and slowly slid down onto the floor. He rested his head on the door, one of his legs pulled towards his stomach and the other lying straight on the floor. He sighed as he continued to listen to Adriana crying behind the door. What would he give at that moment to be able to go back in time and stop himself from killing Yon-Rogg. If he didn't kill him, he had a better chance at winning Adriana's heart back, he was sure of it. Why did he let his hatred towards Yon-Rogg won over him? Why? He thought in desperation as he closed his eyes and let all the guilt consume him.

He was deep in the pit of his dark mind, wallowing in the guilt and regret when the door of the bathroom was suddenly opened and he fell back onto the floor as the door opened, hitting his head on Adriana's feet.

"Bucky! What are you doing?" Adriana exclaimed out loud as he looked up at her sheepishly.

"Sorry, I was.. uh.. waiting for you to come out." He said, feeling warmth crawling from his neck to his cheek.

He got up and dusted his pants then looked down in front of him. Adriana's eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. But all the red on her face and her cheek made her look cute to him. He continued to stare at her and felt butterflies in his stomach. She looked so beautiful wearing a v-neck soft pink sleeveless dress with white floral motifs. Her beautiful brunette hair was down behind her back and it still looked wet, making her look somewhat sexy. He could smell a sweet apple fragrance coming out of her, bringing back beautiful memories from the past. He felt a little desire waking up in him as he glanced at her exposed neck and upper chest. He looked down to the floor immediately, trying to avoid looking at her cleavage which was slightly shown and tried to hold back his desire.

"Oh, you needed to use the bathroom? Go ahead." She said, breaking the silence and she stepped aside.

"Uh.. yeah. Thanks." Bucky said and he entered the bathroom. His hand brushed over hers as he walked past her, sending a light electricity jolt throughout his hand. Adriana jerked her hand from his. It seemed she felt the jolt too.

"Sorry." He said as he passed.

"It's.. it's okay." Adriana said. "I.. uh.. thought you needed some clothes so I bought you some."

"Oh, thanks. You didn't have to." Bucky smiled, feeling happier as he listened to her. He still had hope apparently, Adriana seemed to care about him despite what he had done.

"Well, I was already shopping for myself so.. why not. Anyway, let me go and get them for you." She said and she walked out the bathroom towards the dressing room. Moments later she came back bringing a white shirt, black trousers and black boxer briefs.

"I didn't know if you wore briefs, boxer briefs or boxer shorts, but I got you these." She said, blushing as she placed the clothing items on his hands. Bucky couldn't help but blushed as well.

"Uh.. Thank you. I do wear boxer briefs. You still remember that." He smiled and Adriana's eyes widened.

"Oh.. okay. Yeah, seems I still remember that." She said.

For a moment they just stared at each other. Bucky resisted the urge to drop everything and just embrace her. He missed her so much. Being so close to her but unable to touch her drove him kind of mad. But he didn't want to scare her. He needed to take things slow.

"Yeah. That's good. I hope you'll soon remember everything." Bucky smiled and Adriana nodded.

"I hope so too. Anyway, I'll be in the sitting room. I'm kind of hungry and I want to order some food. Do you want some?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm kind of hungry as well." Bucky nodded.

"Okay. Anything in particular that you want?" She asked.

"Oh, I'll have anything you have. I know nothing about the food provided here anyway." He said.

"Alright." Adriana nodded and turned around.

Bucky took a deep breath and sighed as he watched her walking away from him. Well, that was good progress. He thought. She remembered that he wore boxer briefs! That was a good start. And it seemed she was feeling better. He smiled as he closed the door of the bathroom and started to take off his clothes.

Several minutes later he went out of the bathroom feeling refreshed and happy. He rubbed a towel on his head as he walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. The door separating the bedroom and the sitting room was made of glass so he could see Adriana sitting on the dining table. It seemed she was eating. His stomach grumbled looking at her eating. He shook his head and smiled a little.

He put down the towel on a chair nearby, went to the dressing table and looked at himself in the mirror. He ran a hand on his hair, tidying it up a little. Feeling satisfied with how he looked, he went out of the bedroom and walked towards Adriana.

As soon as he was out of the bedroom Adriana laid her eyes on him. She blushed as she looked at him but soon averted her eyes from him and paid attention back to the plate in front of her. Bucky smiled a little. It seemed he still had some kind of positive effect on her and it made him happy.

"Hi." He said brightly as he reached the dining table and took a seat in front of her.

"Hi." Adriana said flatly without even looking at him.

Bucky swallowed back disappointment and quickly composed himself. Slow, take it slow, man. She'll soon accept you again and forgive you. Just take it slow. He reminded himself.

He looked on the table and saw a platter of various seafood with a large bowl of what seemed to be fried rice of some sort.

"Are these good? I'm starving." He asked.

"Yeah, they're really good." She said as she picked up a plate and started to fill it with rice and some of the delicious looking seafood. She then gave the plate to Bucky.

"There you go."

"Oh, thank you." Bucky said, startled at her behavior. It really felt like they were a couple. Well, they were, she just didn't remember it yet.

Bucky took a spoon and started to take a spoonful of the fried rice. He nodded in satisfaction as he chewed and tasted the delicious fried rice. For several minutes they continued to eat in silence. Adriana finished eating first. She stood up, went to the pantry and started to prepare some coffee. There was a coffee machine apparently. Bucky was amazed at how coffee seemed to be available all over the universe.

"Do you want some kaf?" Adriana asked, turning back to look at him.

"Sure, doll." Bucky said. The moment the endearing word came out of his mouth he stopped eating and waited with bated breath on how Adriana would respond to that. Adriana paused her movement and stared back at him.

"What did you call me?" She asked slowly.

Bucky cleared his throat. "Doll. It's a nickname I gave for you."

"Oh. Okay." Adriana nodded and blushed then quickly turned around.

He felt kind of stupid for slipping like that. But he was glad that she didn't seem to mind. It was a good start. He repeated again in his head. His heart felt somewhat lighter.

Soon he was done eating and just in time too because Adriana was done preparing their coffee.

"There you go." She said, putting the cup of coffee onto the table in front of him.

"Thank you." Bucky smiled and he could see her blush again.

"No problem." Adriana responded and she quickly averted her eyes from him and walked away.

Bucky stared at her as she went outside onto the large deck facing the fresh water pool. The sun had fully set, leaving the sky above dark like ink. She sat on one of the daybeds on the deck, sipped her coffee, put it down on a table next to the daybed and leaned back on it and laid down. Bucky stood up and walked towards her. Maybe they could have some small talk. Help her remember more about her past. He thought.

"Mind if I join you?" He asked as he arrived next to her.

Adriana looked up at him, her eyebrows furrowed. After a while she finally replied. "Okay. As long as you don't talk. I don't feel like talking."

Bucky's heart plummeted a little as he heard her request. He really needed to take things slow with her. So he nodded and sat on the daybed next to her. He put down the cup of coffee on the table next to him, leaned back on the day bed and slowly laid fully down on it.

He looked to the front, way onto the dark sea where the reflection of the two moons Yahiri had could be seen on the sea's surface. There was no sound safe from the sound of the waves around them. The air felt tranquil and peaceful. He looked up and saw stars twinkling down at him. He wondered which one was earth's sun and whether it was actually visible from here. He thought of Sam, Kate and Clint all of a sudden. They must be worried sick about him. Maybe he could try contacting them tomorrow. Surely Yahiri had some kind of communication method he could use to at least call back to earth. Or he could try contacting his friends using the Kree's ship's communication device.

Suddenly they could hear sounds of laughter from a neighbouring bungalow and the sound of doors closing and opening. Several minutes went by in silence then slowly they could hear the faint sound of people moaning in pleasure. Bucky blushed as he realized what it was that they were hearing. He turned to look at Adriana and her face looked beet red as well. The moaning sound grew louder and soon turned into a little scream as a female voice continuously screamed out her lover's name.

Adriana stood up abruptly and went back inside then went into the bedroom. Bucky stood up and followed her. He couldn't stand listening to the sound of the lovers next door either. It brought back memories with Adriana and it killed him inside that he couldn't be with her the way the two lovers next door were like. Someday Bucky, be patient. She'll come around sooner or later. A side of him tried to encourage him.

He closed the door towards the deck and thankfully the sound of the lovers next door was somewhat successfully muted. He walked towards the bedroom and saw Adriana lying down on the bed, her eyes looked up at the sky above.

"Hey. Are you okay?" He asked as he entered the bedroom.

"Yeah. I'm just uncomfortable listening to what the people next door are doing." She said, looking at him and blushing a little.

"Yeah. They're very.. expressive." Bucky smiled and walked closer to her.

"Bucky.. can I ask you something?" She asked.

"Oh, sure." Bucky said and he grabbed a chair near him and dragged it closer to the bed and sat on it.

"Why did you do it?" She asked.

"Do what?" He asked.

"Kill my dad and my husband." She said flatly.

Bucky's heart plummeted to his stomach. Well, it seemed it was time for the talk. He hoped she would trust everything that he had to say. So he took a deep breath and started speaking.

"With your dad, I didn't have a choice. I was a brainwashed assassin, Una. My mind was not my own. I spent decades doing the bidding of Hydra, and later on.. the Russians, killing people around earth on their behalf. With just several simple words, anyone could turn me into a killing machine. I finally regained my mind back just a couple of years now after my best friend Steve helped broke me away from the clutches of Hydra."

Adriana's eyes widened as she listened to him. "Brainwashed? So, you didn't mean to kill my dad?

"No. He was a mission for me Una. I didn't even know you when I assassinated him. You were just a little girl when your dad died." He said.

"What?!" She exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yeah.. I killed your dad back in 2003 when you were just 7 years old. I uh.. believe it or not, I was born in 1917, so that makes me 108 years old now. Because of the super soldier serum running in my veins, I age really slowly. Same as you by the way, you have super soldier serum running in your veins too." He smiled.

"Hold on a minute. I'm a super soldier?" She asked, her jaw dropped.

"Yeah. You were almost dead, Una. A bad man kidnapped you and shot you on the back. You were almost dead and lost the ability to talk and walk. But I brought you to Wakanda and Shuri injected the super soldier serum into you, healing you completely and turning you into a super soldier." He explained.

"That sounds unbelievable." She commented.

"It is but it's the truth. Don't you realize the strength and abilities you have? Your ability to fight with the spear, that's from your training with the Dora Milaje, Wakanda's royal guard to the Queen. You can also kick ass without the spear you know. Even before you were a super soldier you held black belt in karate." He smiled proudly at her.

"Dora Milaje? Karate?" Adriana asked.

"Yes. Sound familiar?" Bucky asked.

"Somewhat." She said as she pondered all the information Bucky had given to her. After a while she continued asking. "Why did you kill Yon-Rogg?"

Bucky sighed and looked down on his hands, fiddling with them as he built up the courage to tell her about what happened.

"I.. I really didn't mean to, Una. I'm sorry. I saw you and him kissing in front of me and I just got really jealous. I walked away from both of you trying to clear my head. I was letting off some steam by punching a tree and Yon-Rogg found me. I.. I regret to say that I taunted him. He was about to leave me alone and I taunted him to the point that he got really angry and started to attack me. I was fighting for my life, Una. It was either me or him that dies. And all I could think about when I faced him was how to get rid of him. I couldn't let you continue to be manipulated by him. He lied to you, Una. I mean.. Una isn't even your real name. Your real name is Adriana Weaver. And .. " But Bucky couldn't continue on what he was about to say.

"Stop.. Stop it, Bucky!" Adriana shouted as she sat up from the bed.

"You're confusing me. I.. I don't know if I can believe you." She said as she paced around the room.

"I'm sorry.. Una." Bucky said slowly as his eyes followed her pacing around the room, his heart constricted in his chest.

"I saw how you fought Yon-Rogg, Bucky. You could've spared his life but you chose to kill him. I.. I cannot forgive you for that. He.. he loved me, Bucky. And I.. I loved him." She said as tears started to fall from her eyes.

Bucky's heart felt like a thousand needles had pierced it. He felt he was in a losing battle. He had lost her. Her heart didn't belong to him anymore.

Adriana sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I.. I'm sorry, Bucky. I could feel that I once loved you. When I look at you I could feel the feeling coming back too. But, whenever I look at you I also remember Yon-Rogg and how you killed him. I.. I can't do this anymore, Bucky. Maybe.. maybe it's best that we go our separate ways tomorrow. You can go back to earth if you want. I'm thinking of staying here for a while." She said and his heart felt like it broke into a thousand pieces as he realized what she was saying.

"No! Adriana! I mean.. Una! Please don't do this to us! We're meant to be together! We're soulmates! Don't you remember the dream?" He stood up and approached her and held both her hands in his tight.

"What dream?" She asked, looking up at him curiously.

"Believe it or not, I first met you in a dream. I dreamt I was in a beautiful garden, with flowers and butterflies flying around me. Then I heard someone say.. 'Beautiful isn't it?' I turned to look at the voice and it was.. you. I looked at you and it was love at first sight for me. A day after I had that dream I met you for real at Dear Butter cafe, across from your office. One thing led to another and we ended up together. Then one day you told me you had been having the same dream like I did! We're soulmates, Adriana. Please.. please believe me. Remember the dream!" Bucky pleaded.

Adriana just stared at him, confusion in her eyes. "I.. I'm sorry, Bucky. But I don't remember it. I just remember seeing you.. killed my husband." She said slowly.

Bucky's heart broke again as he listened to her. She released her hands from his and turned around. Then she quickly got out of the bedroom and walked towards the front door.

"Adriana! Where are you going!?" Bucky called out after her.

"Leave me alone, Bucky! I need some time alone!" She called out back to him and he could only watch her go out of the front door, out of the bungalow and potentially out of his life.

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Titan Restaurant, Yahiri - May 2025

Adriana's jaw dropped as she stepped inside an elevator taking her down to Titan restaurant under the sea. The elevator was made from glass so she could see the view of the sea surrounding the elevator as it brought her down into the the restaurant, 200 feet under the surface of the sea.

Yes, she had decided to visit the restaurant after all. All the grief and confusion she experienced earlier as she heard Bucky explained everything to her was gone as soon as she was around Yahirians. And she felt she owed it to herself to have some good time and forget about everything, even if for just a couple of hours.

Truthfully, her heart also broke when she suggested to Bucky that she thought it was better that they went their separate ways. She could feel it was the wrong thing to do and that she should give Bucky a chance. But logic trumped her feelings. Well, logic and grief over Yon-Rogg. Her heart stung a little as she remembered him. Did he really lie to her and manipulated her all this time? But, why? She wished he was still alive so she could confront him about it. All she could remember was how Yon-Rogg loved her so much, so fully and fiercely that it left her breathless most of the time. She could feel her eyes prickled as she remembered him and she blinked quickly several times to stop herself from crying.

She looked around and saw two Yahirians, a male and a female who seemed to be on a date. The female smiled at her and she felt warmth in her heart. She smiled back and felt thankful that the universe had directed her to this planet. It was truly a perfect planet to heal from traumatic experiences.

The elevator soon stopped and Adriana walked out of it. Her jaw dropped to the floor as she looked around the beautiful restaurant. The restaurant was surrounded by glass all over the sides and the ceiling was also made from glass but decorated with pentagonal patterns. The columns placed around the restaurant were decorated with mirrors, reflecting all the view of the ocean around them. She could see small colorful fish swimming around and in the distance she could even see a shark!

She continued to walk inside and looked around. There were about thirty tables spread around the restaurant. Some tables could seat 4 people and some could seat up to 6 people. The restaurant was crowded with about 70% of the tables occupied. Thankfully she could find an empty table which sat 4 people. She took a seat and moments later a Yahirian waitress came and offered the menu. She was still full so she decided to just order some snacks and a drink. The waitress suggested the seafood snack platter which consisted of deep fried calamari, some selected prawns, oysters as well as caviar, served with a special housemade sauce. She ordered it along with a glass of Yahirian wyne.

She leaned back in her seat as the waitress left her and looked around. She could see Yahirians as well as other alien races around her, green-skinned, blue-skinned, pink-skinned, with and without horns. She could also see some peculiar looking aliens. Aliens that looked like a lizard, like a cat, even like a wide eyed bug. She shuddered as she looked at the wide eyed bug alien. The alien unfortunately noticed her looking at him. He raised his glass at her and winked at her. She looked away immediately in embarrassment. Then her gaze stopped at the most heart stopping alien of them all, the golden skinned aliens. She remembered reading about them back in Torfa. The Sovereign had golden skin, eyes and hair. They lived in a cluster of planets of the same name. They were created and engineered in birthing pods, making each of them perfect physically and mentally. Because of that they were often haughty and arrogant, thinking other races were beneath them. One would have to be really careful around them. One wrong word or one wrong move and they could order their entire fleet to hunt someone down.

There were two Sovereigns sitting on a table next to her. A beautiful female one and a handsome male one. They were laughing and chatting with each other. It seemed they were on a date. Her heart stung as she looked at them. They looked so happy together. She looked around and saw most of the tables were occupied with couples. Only two tables were occupied with a group.

She sighed and looked down. She didn't want to remember her own complicated love life, how she just lost her husband and that another man loved her. It was all just too much for her.

Suddenly she could feel the warm feeling again in her chest. She looked up and saw the Yahirian waitress had appeared next to her bringing her order.

"Thank you." Adriana smiled at the waitress after her orders were placed on the table.

"You're welcome, ma'am." The waitress smiled then left her.

She tried the wyne first and sipped it slowly. As soon as it entered her system she felt much more relaxed. She smiled and put the glass down and started to eat the seafood platter. She took her time and ate slowly, her mind focusing on nothing but the act of eating and enjoying the atmosphere. Some tranquil instrumental music was playing in the background and she just tried to enjoy them all.

About half an hour after her order came, she finished eating the whole seafood platter and felt the need to go to the restroom. The restroom was located rather far from the main restaurant building so it took some time to get there. It was spacious and designed beautifully with 4 available stalls. She was just finished using the restroom and was washing her hands when she could hear the sound of people fighting outside. She opened the door and saw the female Sovereign standing several feet away from her being harassed by the alien that looked like a wide eyed bug.

"Leave me alone!" The Sovereign yelled as the wide eyed bug alien grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him.

"Why are your race so haughty and arrogant? You know you're no better than the rest of us." the wide eyed bug alien said as he stared at The Sovereign with hate in his eyes.

"Your race killed my race like we were bugs. That's not perfect behavior in my opinion." the wide eyed bug alien continued.

"Well your race stole from us! Killing your race was justified. Besides, it was a long time ago. We have a peace treaty now." The Sovereign said.

"I don't care about any treaty. I want to avenge my people and it so happens you're in front of me." the wide eyed bug said as he grabbed The Sovereign's neck and started to choke her.

Adriana quickly ran towards them and attacked the wide eyed bug alien, kicking him on the stomach. He immediately released his hold on the Sovereign's neck and they started to fight. Adriana threw some quick and well calculated punches and kicks on the alien and soon the alien was down on the ground, unconscious.

She stood over the wide eyed bug alien, staring at him with hate.

"Thank you so much for saving my life." The Sovereign appeared next to her.

"You're welcome." Adriana smiled and turned towards The Sovereign.

"My name is Shruti. What is yours?" The Sovereign asked.

"I'm Una. Nice to meet you, Shruti." Adriana extended her hand and Shruti shook it briefly.

"Let's go back to the restaurant, my husband must be waiting for me." Shruti said.

"Oh, yeah, of course. Should we let the restaurant staff know about this guy?" Adriana asked as he poked the wide eyed bug alien's head with her feet.

"Just leave him. No need to cause any scene." Shruti said.

"Alright then." Adriana nodded. "I thought you were going to tell your husband and have him avenge you."

"Well, I did think that. But I don't want to ruin my honeymoon." She shrugged.

"I see." Adriana nodded and felt a pang in her heart again.

"So, I noticed you were alone on your table." Shruti said as they started to walk back to the restaurant.

"Yeah, I.. uh.. just lost my husband. We were supposed to go here for our honeymoon but.. he died." Adriana said, her heart constricted in her chest.

Shruti stopped in her tracks and turned to look at her, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. "I'm really sorry to hear that."

Shruti opened her arms wide and gave her a hug. She felt warm and nice with Shruti's arms around her and she couldn't help but feel some feeling of comfort. She realized she hadn't had any female friend that she could confide into and get support from. Deep down she felt she had close female friends back when she still had her memory. And the feeling of what she had missed all this time overwhelmed her.

Oh how much she wished she had her memory back. She started to sniffle and cry in Shruti's arms. All the feeling of grief and sadness that were gone when she was around Yahirians came up to the surface and she was powerless to hold them.

"There.. there. Let it all out. That's it." Shruti said, patting Adriana's back gently as she continued to cry on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry." Adriana said after a while. She let go of herself from Shruti's embrace.

"It's okay. I understand." Shruti smiled. "If you need to talk, we can talk back at my table."

"Are.. are you sure? Wouldn't your husband be bothered by me?" Adriana asked, doubt in her voice.

"Oh he wouldn't mind. Don't worry about it. It's the least I could do after you saved my life." Shruti smiled warmly at her.

"Okay." Adriana smiled back and wiped the tears from her eyes.

Shruti was right, her husband didn't mind at all. Especially after Shruti told him that Adriana had saved her life. But even though Shruti's husband didn't mind she ended up not talking much about her problems. Shruti and her husband were still strangers to her, she didn't feel comfortable sharing her problems to them. She just told them that she had lost her husband due to illness. They were both very sympathetic towards her.

They ended up talking about other things and Adriana asked them a lot about their race. She loved finding out more about other alien races.

"So, you just have this vision or feeling about someone's genetic make up?" Adriana asked after she asked them if they had any special powers.

"Yes, exactly. Like you, for instance. I know you have Terran genes in you but also Kree genes and that makes you special." Shruti said, smiling at her.

Adriana's eyes widened in surprise as she heard what Shruti just said. She knew Terra meant earth. But Shruti said she had Kree genes in her! If that was true then Yon-Rogg had been telling the truth! And it was Bucky that had been lying to her!

"Shruti, how sure are you about your power? I mean, did you ever guess incorrectly about someone's genetic make up?" Adriana asked curiously.

"I'm 110% sure about my power. I mean, you can ask my husband if you want a second opinion. Right, darling?" Shruti said, turning to her husband.

"Yes, that's right, darling. For the record, Una, I do feel you have Terran genes but also a little Kree gene in you." Shruti's husband said.

Adriana fell silent as she heard Shruti's husband said that. Her mind in shock as the information entered her heart and mind.

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SonevaFushi bungalow, Soneva Jani Resort, Yahiri - May 2025

Bucky took a sip of the Yahirian beer he had found in the refrigerator. He needed something stronger but couldn't find any in the bungalow. So he resorted to drinking the beer. It was thankfully quite good. He put down the beer bottle on the table next to him.

He was lying down on a daybed on the deck outside, trying to process what just happened. He felt a little deja vu as he remembered Adriana once broke up with him too. He almost killed himself because of it, but Clint saved him just in time. Then afterwards he had to experience the most debilitating grief he had ever felt when he saw her exploded up in the sky. He never thought he could feel something like that again. He sighed.

His mind suddenly went to the faithful day the Kree attacked them. Adriana had stopped abruptly after they had picked up some weapons. She kissed him and said that no matter what happened, she would still love him. Where was she now? Where was the Adriana that loved him with all her heart. He felt great pressure on his chest and his eyes prickled as he started to cry.

Suddenly he could hear the sound of the front door being opened. Adriana! Is she back? He thought full of hope. He wiped the tears from his eyes and sat up. He turned towards the front door and saw Adriana, walking towards him.

"Una.. I'm so happy to see you." He smiled at her, wondering if she had changed her mind about leaving him. But the expression on her face seemed to indicate otherwise. She stared at him with hatred in her eyes.

"You lied to me Bucky!" Adriana yelled.

"What?!" Bucky exclaimed out loud. He stood up and approached her.

"You lied! Yon-Rogg was right! I'm half human half Kree. It's you that have been lying to me, Bucky!" Adriana shouted.

Bucky was in shock and could only stare at her with wide eyes. Adriana was half Kree?!

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Summary: Bruce Wayne is the happiest he’s ever been in a while. He has a beautiful wife, amazing children, and is stopping crime left and right as Batman. All that shatters when you, his wife, mysteriously disappears.

Pairings: Bruce Wayne x Wife!Reader, Batfamily x Batmom!Reader, Avengers x Reader (Platonic)

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Chapter 6

Little Birdie

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Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Mentions and descriptions of sexual acts, anxiety, and sever depression.

One week.

Steve made it one whole week without you.

It was one of the longest weeks of his life.

Every day for seven days straight he needed Bucky to convince him not to text or call you. That conversation usually happened as Steve paced around his living room, while Bucky sat on his couch, threatening to get up and rip the phone out of his hands.

He couldn't even text you outside of work hours considering you blocked his number from being able to do so, but that still didn't stop the itch he felt to just see your name on his phone screen again.

Both boys were in agreement that Steve eventually should reach out and try to fix the damage that was done, because if your situation at the compound needed to get better just for the chance that you would stay, you at least needed your best friends back. But Bucky knew you deserved time and space away from all of the drama to really process it and figure out how you wanted it to end.

Bucky also knew a week of no contact with Steve would help the both of you stop fueling the fire. The harsh words would settle, reflecting back on the situation wouldn't feel as dramatic, and maybe now Steve would finally find the right words without the sight of you every day.

Plus, he would be damned if he let Steve have a conversation this serious with you over the phone.

Sure, both boys were extremely worried about you. There were a few times Bucky wanted to call and check up on you too, but he knew his own feelings shouldn't come before yours right now.

Meanwhile, the week did you wonders. You spent your days reconnecting with everything you used to love. Your favorite restaurants in the area, old friends you barely got to see now that you lived so far, the old yoga studio you attended 4 times a week, and seeing your family every day was healing in ways you didn't even know your heart could reach.

Filling the mornings and afternoons with everything you loved was important, but you knew better than to completely disregard the real issues at hand. So every night you'd go on a walk to the pretty park a few blocks from your childhood home, and meditate under the moon.

With the one airpod you had left, you'd let music shuffle and allow the lyrics to guide your thoughts. Some were a little to sad to bare, others were so on the nose you couldn't help but to listen over and over again while allowing the words to comfort you like a hug you've really been needing.

You and Steve were still friends and shared a playlist on your favorite music streaming app. Every night at the park you could see he was listening to sad music, and knew he could see you doing the same. Dramatic? Maybe. Were the sad melodies making you feel understood and less alone? Absolutely.

Eventually he got brave and while you sat under the moon and admired the stars, your headphones read the newest notification.

Steve Rogers added new song to playlist: Little Freak by Harry Styles.

You sighed, but against your better judgement you let the song play to understand what he was trying to say to you. Though the song was familiar to you, all this music was new to Steve. He loved listening to all your favorite artists and bonding over the modern music. The message was loud and clear when you heard it.

"I was thinking about who you are, your delicate point of view, I was think about you. I'm not worried about where you are or who you will go home too, I'm just thinking about you. I disrespected you, jumped in feet first and I landed too hard. Broken ankle, karma rules."

You knew deep down that you shouldn't give him the satisfaction of a response. He didn't deserve to be invading your sacred space, he knew how much music meant to you. But on the other hand, he deserved to know how much he hurt you. If he got to send you a message through song, you deserved to speak your mind too.

So you added a new song to the playlist as well. My Tears Ricochet by Taylor Swift.

"Even on my worst day, did I deserve babe, all the hell you gave me? Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you till my dying day. I didn't have it in myself to go with grace. You're the hero flying around saving face. If I'm dead to you why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed? Look at how my tears ricochet."

After that, your phone was silent and nothing else was added to your playlist. You could see he listened to the song, then once it was over he was no longer active on the app.

You'd usually let your mind really reflect on what happened and what you wanted going forward, but you found that Steve took up most of your thoughts, and what to do about your career always came second to him.

It seems like your Mom and Dad's advice always leaned towards joining the Avengers. But why wouldn't it? All they ever wanted for you was to find something you love and run as far as you could with it.

Jane would've preferred you leave the field completely. You knew the nature of your job left her in a permanent state of unease about your safety, but you always reassured her that you were in good hands so you'd be okay.

Nathan was a little more understanding that not everything was so black and white, so he played devils advocate for all sides, and of course Luca wanted you to join the Avengers.

Hearing all of their perspectives was helpful to see the bigger picture, but at the end of the day, only Jane and Nathan knew the extent of what happened. You kept the whole Steve and Bucky situation away from your parents for the same reason you kept it away from Luca, you didn't want to ruin the illusion of a superhero for them.

Also.... Your parents really didn't need to know the nitty gritty on your escapades with the winter soldier.

All good things came to an end, especially having your whole family under one roof. After a whole week together, Jane, Nathan, and Luca had to go home to get back to their own life, while your mom and dad left to go on a few day vacation they had planned months ago. So it left you, and the family dog, Rocket, you happily agreed to take care of in their absence.

It was actually kind've nice to have time to yourself. You filled the day with morning yoga, brunch with a friend, some journaling and therapy, and a much needed nap. As the sun went down, you threw a toy around the house to try and get Rocket's energy out but it didn't help much. So after you cooked and ate dinner, you grabbed a tennis ball and walked him a few blocks to the park.

Luckily he was allowed off leash, and there was one other dog there for a little while that took an immediate liking to him, so they ran around and tuckered each other out while you sat on the grass and watched.

Eventually his little friend left, so it left just the two of you, the tennis ball, and the twinkling stars above head.

As lame as it felt to admit, the small spotty brown dachshund filled your soul with so much joy that you couldn't wipe the smile off your face. Throwing the ball, and watching his little legs carry him so far, so fast with tiny little hops was definitely one of the cutest things you've seen in a while.

He was a brave and trusting little creature in most aspects of life, but when the rumble of an approaching motorcycle got a little too loud for his liking, Rocket came running back to your side with his tail between his legs.

Sitting by your side, you picked him up and held him close to your chest while speaking calming words to him that he definitely didn't understand. You pressed little kisses to his forehead, and he licked your cheek in return causing you to laugh.

Feeling a little annoyed that the motorcycle pulled into the parking area for the park you were occupying on your own, you stayed vigilant of your surroundings. Fully prepared to leave when the man got off the bike, you set Rocket down and started reaching for his leash before the dog started running towards the man who was now walking towards the both of you.

"Hey! Rocket, no!" You jumped up from your spot to chase after the irrationality fast weenie. Tail wagging, and happy wiggles took over his little body as he hopped up on his back two legs to greet the stranger. "I'm so sorry! He usually never does this, I don't know why he's... oh."

I'm front of you stood none other than Steve Rogers himself, looking delectable and cozy in a cute teal crewneck and some casual pants with sneakers on. You immediately had a billion and one questions, but he was very obviously taken by Rocket who was also very obviously taken by Steve. There was a serious love as first sight situation happening as Steve leaned down with a big smile on his face to say hi to the little dog.

"It's okay!" Steve giggled, squatting down to get closer to Rocket. "He soooo stinkin' cute!"

"What are you doing here?" You asked, feeling throughly confused, and immediately feeling a little defensive and protective.

When he looked up at you, your arms crossed over your chest as a form of self soothing. It had been so long since you felt this uncomfortable energy, and having it ripple through your body once more felt like reconnecting with an old friend.

"Oh, I was just in the area." Steve said sarcastically, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders.

"Right." You agreed. "Casually in the area two hours away from home... on a motorcycle?"

"An hour and 45 minutes is only an hour and 20 on a bike." Steve noted with a shy smile.

"And how did you know that this area you so happened to be in was the same place I was, even though I never told anyone where I was?" You tilted your head to the side.

"Oh, it's easy. A little birdie told me." Steve noted.

"What was the bird's name?"

"That's not important." He denied, still smiling at the dog but standing to his full height.

"I don't know, feels kind've important to me." You hated that you had to hold back a smile as you looked at him. And you hated even more that you couldn't stop thinking about how stupidly cute he looked with helmet hair and a cozy crewneck on.

"Do you want to sit and chat?" Steve asked, suddenly seeming nervous. "...if not that's fine we can talk a different time if you want."

"You came all this way just to talk?" You questioned.

Steve swallowed nervously as he nodded.

“You could've called me." You challenged.

"Sometimes I think the old fashioned way of doing things is better." He shrugged. "...Also you blocked my phone number after work hours."

You sighed and pointed to your blanket on the grass. "Sit."

He quickly nodded and obeyed your orders. He sat first, and you sat next to him, Rocket trailed behind with the tennis ball in his mouth before happily handing it to Steve.

"Who is this little guy?" Steve asked, throwing the ball for him.

"Rocket"

"Like the raccoon?"

“No, he's my parent's dog. They just thought the name suited him. But they're out of town for the next 3 days so he's mine until then." You explained.

"I heard you spent some time with your family. You look a lot happier, do you feel better?"

"So Jane was the birdie who told you where I was." You noted.

"Will not confirm nor deny."

"Mmm" you hummed, reading between the lines. "Yes, it was very nice spending time with people who love me. I do feel a lot better, but it's going to take a lot longer than a week to heal from everything that happened."

"Of course it will, but all that matters is that it's getting a little better everyday." Steve noted. "I don't know if this helps, but I think I put the fear of the devil into Harvey and all his friends. Should you choose to come back, I don't think they would be an issue for you anymore."

"Do I even want to know what you did to them?" You asked.

"I don't think the details really matter too much right now." Steve shrugged once more.

A very uncomfortable silence fell over the two of you, so you threw the ball for Rocket this time.

"Would you like to talk about the hard stuff?" Steve raised.

"Can't we just talk about the weather?" You complained, dreading the inevitable.

"It's pretty chilly out tonight." Steve noted. "You're not cold?"

"Nope." You exaggerated the P at the end of the word.

"Good chat." Steve giggled at the astronomical amount of discomfort and awkwardness you were exuding. "This is never going to get better if we don't talk about it."

"I haven't cried in a few days." You told him. "I'm dreading losing my streak."

"Crying is healthy, and so is expressing emotions." Steve told you. "For example, I really missed you and I've been worried about you for a while now, so I'm here to express that."

"Oh, so you weren't just in the area?" You questioned.

"I took my motorcycle to get to you as fast as I could, because I waited a whole week and every single day that passed by without me giving you a much needed apology was killing me slowly with an amount of guilt I didn't even know was possible for a human being to feel. So no, I was absolutely nowhere near the area."

"Was that the apology?"

"No." Steve denied. "I'm really sorry for everything that's happened. I feel like every interaction I've had with you this past month has been a really bad reflection of my character. I should've went about the whole situation with a lot more logic and understanding, and I should've just listened to you and Bucky before letting anger get the best of me. It wasn't fair to you."

Your eyes stayed fixed on Rocket as he hopped around the grass, he watched you slowly nod while processing his words. "I never meant to hurt your feelings, and if I knew back then what I knew now, Bucky and I would've never..."

"I know." Steve saved you from having to finish that statement. "And our last training was just... completely unacceptable. I wish there was a logical explanation as to why I was so upset that day. Quite honestly, every time I even start to think about it I feel just horribly embarrassed and completely mortified. I'm sorry for not listening to you and telling you that I didn't care. I'm sorry for scaring you and completely breaking your trust. Most importantly I'm really fucking sorry for hurting you. I should've listened better and walked you to medical the second you said something, and the fact that I only made it worse has kept me awake every night since it happened."

"Bucky said you were having a tough few days." You noted.

"It doesn't matter." Steve declined. "I need to do better than that, and I will. You were having some really hard days too, but you never used it as a reason to treat me like shit."

“I was pretty shitty to you."

"But within reason."

"I told you to ignore my existence, called you some not so nice names, yelled at you a few times..."

"Because I pushed you to that level of anger."

"The fact of the matter is that you felt that way because you felt disregarded and disrespected by Bucky and I, and for that, I'm sorry too." You apologized. "I know you weren't interested in hearing me out before when this all happened, and at the time none of the words really came out right. So if you're open to it, I feel like I'd really like a chance to explain the choices I made."

"Of course." Steve practically whispered with a subtle nod, throwing the ball once more for the dog. "But don't feel obligated to. I don't think I would've come all this way if I hadn't already forgiven you."

"This is never going to get better if we don't talk about it." You used his own words against him.

"Ah, so you do think we could make it better?" Steve asked.

"Why wouldn't I want it to get better?"

Steve sighed. "You made it pretty clear in a few different ways that you didn't want me as a friend or even around you at all anymore. A big part of me was expecting you to turn me away for good when I showed up here."

"Oh... sorry." You mumbled sadly, suddenly feeling bad about all the words you shouted at him out of pure, hot red anger.

"S'okay."

"Growing up, I was never really the center of attention for anything. I was never good at anything, I got straight B's in school, I had 2 friends at most. Even as I got older and went through high school I wasn't paid much attention to. I never had a boyfriend, I struggled a lot to make friends, once I even went to my teacher to ask him a question 4 months into senior year and he thought I was a new student even though I had been sitting in the second row of his class every single day."

"...yikes." Steve cringed.

"Yikes is right." You agreed. "I never thought I would exceed at anything at all in life. My big plans were finding a 5-9 desk job to make ends meet then just keep going until I didn't have to anymore. Then I discovered the joy of helping people, realized maybe I'm not all that bad at it, and before I knew it I was at Shield. Then all of the sudden I went from never getting much attention my entire life, to having all eyes on me at all times. I was being held to impossibly high standards, the boys wouldn't leave me alone, it felt like regardless of where I was in the building, there was this big huge spotlight on me."

Rocket had finally gotten too tired to play with his ball, so he came back to you and Steve, and laid down right next to Steve's leg. "Even I was hearing about you before you had made it to high enough ranks to work with me."

"Getting no male attention your whole life will kind've mess you up a bit, but going from no male attention to getting thrown into the compound where only a handful of other women work will mess you up a lot."

"Like throwing a zebra into a pack of lions."

"Even that feels like an understatement." You grinned. "Harvey was the first guy I met that didn't feel like he was going to eat me alive, so I stuck with him."

"He was your first boyfriend?" Steve asked, sounding genuinely appalled.

"He was my first everything." You admitted shyly. "I thought he was one of the good ones, like that one boy you waited your whole life for. But obviously I was stupid, and that turned out to be one of the bigger mistakes of my life."

"He's the stupid one, not you." Steve denied.

"When I met you and Bucky, it was a big breath of fresh air. You guys helped me realize that Harvey was bad for me, but at that point I was already convinced he would be the only guy who would ever be stupid enough to fall in love with me. So I stayed way longer than I should've, but in the meantime I felt like I had opened up to you and Bucky far more than I ever had to Harvey. We started training together and talking more, and at that point I felt like I had given you so much more of myself than I had ever given anyone else in my life. Which I know sounds odd, but we were having these really good conversations that made me feel really vulnerable but in a good way, and we had built so much trust and understanding of each other that I never had to question what your intentions were when you were around."

Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. That was the only word Steve could think of at the moment. How he felt, how he treated you, how he made you feel, he was an asshole.

"I'll spare you details, but after Harvey and I officially called it quits obviously I was really fucking sad. I wanted to see you, but you were away on a mission and I just needed to be with a friend so I went to Bucky's place instead. I had all of this new found freedom, paired with this gut wrenching feeling that I was going to be alone and unloved for the rest of my life, and a good friend in front of my face who was just so kind and gentle...things just happened. I wasn't the one to initiate, but I definitely didn't put a stop to it because for once it was really nice to feel wanted. We didn't even kiss or see each other naked, it felt like less of a big deal to me and far less vulnerable or intimate than most of the stunts and challenges I let you guide me through in training. Bucky and I weren't trying to be malicious and we had no bad intentions in our choice to not tell you, I was just afraid that you wouldn't understand and that you'd take it the wrong way. Which, with all due respect, you didn't understand and by the time I even got a chance to try to explain it to you, we were both so angry and defensive that none of the words would come out right."

Working up the courage to look at Steve to gauge any sort of emotional reaction from him, his face was full of remorse as his eyes stayed set on the dog as his hands gently pet his long body and scratched the top of his head.

You took the chance to take a deep breath and let your palm sink into the fluffy park grass, one last ditch effort to ground yourself before the getting into the hardest part of the conversation. "That fear of misunderstanding and miscommunication is exactly why you didn't tell me or Bucky or anyone for that matter that you liked me. And just like how the information about what Bucky and I did got to you in the wrong way at the wrong time, that information got to me in the very wrong way at the very wrong time. And just like you, I didn't understand, and I felt hurt and betrayed because of it."

You watched Steve's cheeks turn red before he hid his face in his hands and let out a groan, earning a little smile from you that he couldn't even see. "Can we just talk about the weather again?"

"Sure thing." You agreed. "I think I lied to you on accident, because now I am kind've cold."

"Wow I'll never forgive you." He joked dryly, mumbling into the palms of his hands.

"That's okay, we can add it to the list of dumb shit we gotta talk through." You giggled. "Well, seems like that covers the weather category again. Are you ready to come out of hiding?"

He peeked one eye out between his fingers. "No. I kind've wish the floor would swallow me whole right now."

"Wow, I didn't think that you had a weak spot, but I found it." You enthused.

Although it was at much too high a cost, seeing a genuine smile on your face for the first time in over a month was like a big breath of fresh air to Steve.

"I'm not covering my ears, I can still hear you perfectly fine. Please continue." He grumbled.

"Just to put you out of your misery and conclude that horrifically long sob story I just subjected you to..." You started. "I was only hurt in that moment because after fooling around with Bucky and getting the information that you liked me sprung on me, it felt like I had lost the only two people in the compound who didn't see me as or treat me like an object of some weird sexual fantasy. Part of me even felt mad and embarrassed at myself for believing that we could've been friends without you guys seeing me that way. Plus, I had all those people in the compound already saying the only reason I was getting so far in my career was because I was sleeping with you, and I so desperately didn't want them to be right. So, all of that being said, I'm sorry too, I should've never been so mean to you. I'm sorry that Bucky and I hurt you, I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions and not letting you explain yourself while accusing you of things you'd never do."

"Like I said earlier, I already forgave you." Steve slowly let his hands fall from his face, cheeks still stained a pretty pink color.

"That doesn't mean you don't deserve an apology." You reminded him. "We both hurt each other, it's not fair for you to take all the blame."

"I feel like I'm going to throw up" Steve took a deep breath.

"Don't do that" you shook your head. "Please don't throw up."

"I hope you know that our friendship has always meant a lot to me, and absolutely none of it was a scheme to sleep with you." Steve braved through the hard part of the conversation he absolutely wished he never had to think about again.

"Yeah, I do now." You reassured him. "I'm sorry I said that."

"I really just didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable." Steve explained. "Especially in an environment where you were already getting eaten alive. Plus I was your boss, and you had Harvey, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship... and, yeah, I dunno. It was just a mess. I didn't tell Bucky because I didn't want him to tell me to tell you. He figured it out on his own, by the way. Apparently my eyes twinkle too much, whatever that means."

"I'm not uncomfortable, and yeah, you do have really twinkly eyes." You grinned.

"I guess that's your fault" Steve jokingly sassed.

"Oh so now we're pointing fingers?" You took fake offense.

"From this point on, I'd really like it if everyone could just ignore the twinkle in my eyes so we can all get back to being friends like we were before." Steve said, giving you a really easy escape to officially denying him.

"But I think the twinkles are so pretty!" You enthused, giggling when you could practically see his heart drop.

"You shouldn't be saying things like that when you know I already feel like throwing up." Steve shook his head and clutched his stomach.

"But I mean it." You confirmed. "Knowing what I know now, why would we ever go back to being how we were before?"

Steve swallowed thickly, then his hands started exaggerated movements to further get his point across. "I'm trying to give you an easy way out of telling me you don't want me back in the same way."

"I understand, but that wouldn't be true." You giggled. "I do remember you stating very clearly that you aren't my boss anymore, am I remembering that correctly?"

"No, technically I'm not you b-" He rambled quietly.

"Do we think this would do anything to harm our sweet little Bucky boy?"

"No. He's been going out with Natasha and has been trying to get me to ask y-"

"You we're so kind as to cut me some deals, so I've got one for you too. Let's take some time to let everything settle and heal over, then when the time is right, we'll explore more of that little twinkle, alright?"

"Okay." Steve nodded wide eyed and enthusiastic.

"Yeah? Are you going to throw up?" You questioned with a smile.

"Maybe only a little bit." He continued nodding.

"I guess that's better than a lot-a-bit" you justified.

"So we're okay?" Steve asked, twinkly eyed and puppy dogged face.

"We're okay." You confirmed. "Can I give you a hug? You look like you really need it."

Steve opened his arms for you, and you both had to awkwardly lean over Rocket who was instantly stayed tucked next to his leg. Embracing him tightly, you realized just how badly you needed it too.

Both unwilling to let go for a little while, you took the time to appreciate his body heat that was a stark difference between the cold air outside.

"I'm sorry." Steve quietly apologized again.

"It's okay. I'm sorry too." You accepted. "I really missed you, Stevie."

"I missed you too, Bug. I've been so worried about you lately." One of his hands was very sweetly rubbing your back.

"Sorry." You sighed. "I've been trying my best."

"I know. That doesn't make me worry any less."

"I love you." You reminded him for the first time in a while.

Steve relaxed and let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding onto. "I love you more."

Although you could've hugged him forever, the two of you mutually unwrapped yourself from each other.

"How is your shoulder?" He questioned remorsefully.

"Oh, it's fine." You told him. "It feels so much better. I've been doing yoga all week and it's held up nicely."

"Good, that's good." He nodded. "And have you put any thought into what you're going to do about your job?"

"Everyone seems to want me to do something different." You sighed. "I've been coming here almost every night just to think about it. It's really nice that the sprinklers don't turn on at 10 pm."

“What do you want to do?"

"I think I know what I want, but I'm really scared of making the jump." You explained.

"I'm not here to talk you in or out of anything, I was just curious." Steve grinned. "You still have the rest of the week to think it through. But just know that I have no doubt in your ability to handle a big scary jump"

"I can usually only handle big scary jumps because most of the time, you're down at the bottom waiting to catch me." You admitted.

"Well regardless of what you choose, I'll still always be here for you." Steve reminded you sweetly. "I just hope you do what you think is best for you, and not what other people want you to do."

“That's the thing, I don't think I know what's good for me."

"Are you kidding me? You have great intuition." Steve said. "Your just need to gain back trust for that little voice in your head that's telling you what to do."

"The same voice that bullies me every day?!" You asked with a giggle. "Absolutely not, she gets no say in any of my choices nowadays."

Steve close lipped smiled at you, his dimples setting deep into his chiseled cheeks. "Then forget you even have a brain and listen to your heart."

"She's also been really problematic recently." You noted. "I don't like her very much right now."

His smile turned into a pout. "That sounds like a very tough thing to not like about yourself."

"Tell me about it." You agreed. "But we're working on it."

"Once again, I guess that's all that matters." Steve noted. "So you can't make a big decision with your heart or your head, and your shoulder is out of the question. We're running low on body parts."

"Maybe I'll let Rocket make the choice for me." You grinned at the sleepy dog.

"I think Rocket should be an Avenger... actually, I think Rocket should come home with me and be my dog instead." Steve smiled, petting the dog once more.

"My parents would hunt you down for sport if you ever took this dog." You giggled. "He's their favorite child."

"But I love him!" Steve pouted like a child. "He's just so fucking cute! Have you seen these ears?!"

"No pets allowed at the compound" You reminded him, nudging his arm. "Maybe that's all the more reason to quit."

“I think that's reason to break the rules, not to quit." Steve corrected.

"Captain America suggesting I break the rules?!" You questioned with a gasp.

"Am I not the same man who's whole career was founded off of breaking the law?" Steve questioned right back. "When have I ever followed the rules?"

"Wow, bad to the bone."

"That sounded sarcastic." He noted as his eyebrow raised in question.

"Me? Sarcastic? Never." You denied.

Rocket readjusted to get more comfortable, but crawled into the hole within Steve's crossed legs and curled up into a little ball in his lap, with his head resting on his thigh.

"Okay that's it." Steve declared, fists balling up to keep himself from unleashing his cuteness aggression on the creature in the form of hugging him so tight his eyes popped out of his head like a stress ball. "I can't take this anymore. How bad would your parents beat me up if I stole this dog? Because really, I think I could take the beating."

"I simply cannot express to you how much taking this dog away from my parents is not an option." You laughed at his question. "I think my Mom would run you over with her car."

"No way she would do that." Steve shook his head. "She was so nice when I met her!"

"She would not be nice if you stole her weenie." You pointed out.

"Come on, she gave me a hug. No mom that's giving out free hugs could ever hit me with a car."

"That's where you're wrong. Because any woman that has so much love for her kids would do anything to seek rightful justice if you did anything to fuck with them." You corrected him. "Even if she's five foot nothing, and you're Captain America. Don't mess with her baby."

“Oh no" Steve's eyes went wide.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh shit." He panicked. "Do your parents hate me?"

"No? Why would they hate you?" You questioned with a nervous laugh.

"Because I accidentally fucked with your Mom's baby and now she's going to do anything to seek rightful justice." Steve clutched the fabric of his sweater right over his chest. "The throw up is coming back."

"I didn't tell them anything about you or Bucky, other than that you didn't let me quit right in the spot." You explained. "They love you and all of the Avengers too much for me to ever ruin their perception of the people who make them feel safe."

"So why do they think you're here?" Steve asked.

"I only told them about Harvey and the general issues I'm having with all of the other agents."

"Your sister knows." He said. "She made a weird comment..."

"She always makes weird comments, that's just what makes Jane, Jane." You smiled. "Yes, she knows, but she likes you a lot. I think she even took your side, she's been advocating for you the whole time."

"She's going to tell your mom, and your mom is going to hunt me for sport."

"No she won't, and even if she does find out about it, she's a very rational person. As long as we're fine, she's fine." You explained. "Look I'll prove it to you, say cheese!"

Quickly taking your phone out of your pocket and pointing the camera at Steve and Rocket, he smiled and you snapped a picture. He watched you type away for a few moments.

You sent the picture in a group chat with your mom and dad, then immediately got a response.

"See! Look! I said, look who came by to hang out with your favorite child." You giggled at your screen, turning it towards him so show that you sent them the picture. "My mom responded and said omg, Dad is honored. We don't know who is cuter, Rocket or Captain Rogers."

"Okay now ask if I can steal the dog." His cheeks turned an even brighter shade of pink.

"I thought the point was to make sure my mom liked you" You laughed, locking your phone and putting it on the grass besides you. "Trust that I'm doing you a favor."

"Fine, but I'm not happy about it." He joked.

"I didn't know you felt so passionately about wieners, Steven." You giggled.

"What can I say? There's nothing better than kicking back and playing with a wiener." He ran with your joke.

"A nice, long wiener."

"This is ridiculous" Steve's face scrunched up, earning more of your adorable laughter.

Like no time had passed, you and Steve sat and chatted away for a few hours. You could tell the comfortable conversation was helping him resolve his own internal guilt, so you were happy to stay and chat for as long as he needed. But selfishly, you missed him more than you ever wanted to admit to yourself.

His adorable smile and pretty pink cheeks lit up a part of your heart that you had felt so disconnected from for so long now. And as the night grew colder, and significantly later, he couldn't just ignore the occasional chills that would make you momentarily shiver. You kept ignoring them and playing them off just to spend more time with your sweet friend, but eventually you ended up tucked underneath his arm and snuggled up to his side for warmth while Rocket stayed glued to his lap.

There was little you could do to ignore how comfortable and familiar it felt to be sharing warmth with the soldier. By all means, both Steve and Bucky were touchy people on a normal day to day basis, plus all of the training you did with Steve made you very comfortable with his skin on yours.

But this was different. His head that nestled on top of yours that rested on his shoulder, his big hand on the top of you arm keeping you close and snug against him, paired the gentle and quiet volume in his voice wasn't just friendly.

His hold was apologetic, and almost regretful. It was reconnecting, and mending. You could feel all of his unspoken words seeping out from his warm body to into your cold one, and you wondered if he could feel the same thing happening to him through your timid hand resting between his shoulder blades.

Just based on his calm breaths, but still racing pulse that you could feel on his neck, you knew it was different for him too.

But it was a good different, a hopeful and very exciting different.

Much like your shivers that you ignored and played off, Steve was trying to mask his yawns. Unfortunately, this was something that you couldn't ignore. Especially when you pressed the button on your phone and the screen informed you that it was already 11:52pm.

"As sad as I am to have to put an end to this, it's already almost midnight and your crazy ass drove an hour and a half here on a motorcycle." You reminded him.

"I just got you back, I don't want to leave you again." He pouted.

"I don't want you to leave either, but I'd prefer if you got home safely." Your timid hand now gently rubbing short stripes on his back. "Or you can stay the night with me here if you'd like."

A sleepy grin overtook the sat pout. "Thank you, but once again I don't want your parents to hate me. Plus I have my stupid annual physical in the morning."

"My parents wouldn't hate you, they'd rather you be safe than drive home tired."

"I'm not that tired, I'll be okay." He reassured you. "And you can't come back to the compound?"

"No, I have to watch Rocket." You reminded him. "But I'll see you in a few days at least. I'll be back before the end of the week."

"Oh, you'll be back?" He raised an eyebrow, challenging your statement.

"To give my official resignation at the very least, or to move all of my stuff into the Avengers sector at the very most. Who's to say what's going to happen?" You giggled.

"Well, when you need help moving let me know. I know a couple guys that can lift a few thousand pounds at a time, it helps the process go by really fast." Steve egged you on.

"Uh huh, I'll keep that in mind." You rolled your eyes with a smile, and wrapped your other arm around his front to squeeze him in a sideways hug. "Thanks for coming all the way here. It was really nice getting to have a conversation with you, I really missed spending time together."

"Of course. Thank you for even giving me the chance to explain myself. If I were you, I don't know of I would be able to be that gracious." He squeezed your shoulder in appreciation.

"There isn't much I wouldn't do for you." You grinned.

"Oh yeah? What wouldn't you do?" Steve questioned with a chuckle.

"I won't let you steal my moms dog." You stated. "Which reminds me, I'm going to need that back."

"Okay, I guess you can have him back. " Steve smiled and picked up the little fur-ball from his lap and placed him on yours instead. "Thanks for letting me play with your wiener."

"Feel free to come back and play with my wiener anytime." You laughed at his joke, unwrapping yourself from him as he started standing up.

"What an incredible offer, thank you" Steve smiled, now standing over you and offering you his hand to help you up.

"Like I said, anytime." You playfully winked.

Quickly putting on Rockets leash, you set the dog on the grass and accepted Steve's hand. He pulled you up effortlessly and bent over to grab your blanket from the grass.

"How far away is your parents house?"  Steve questioned, subconsciously folding the blanket.

"About two blocks" You shrugged.

"Can I walk you guys home?" He asked, eyes twinkling once more as he shoved his hands in his front pockets to keep them warm.

"Absolutely not" You denied.

He was immediately pretending to be offended with a big gasp and hand whipped out of his pocket and over his heart. "Ma'am, it is pitch black out here and it's already midnight."

You laughed at his response. "Sir, it's pitch black and midnight. Your motorcycle is right there. I'm not letting you walk me two blocks in a neighborhood I'm familiar with because that means you'll have to walk another two blocks back here all by yourself somewhere you've never been. Logistically it makes no sense."

Steve puffed and furrowed his eyebrows. "What if some creepy dude comes and tries to mess with you? Huh? Then what?"

"Then I use all my big and scary self defense moves that Captain America taught me." You answered. "Also, do you not see this big scary guard dog? Nobody is going to fuck with me."

His pout deepened. "What if you start walking home and some dude on a motorcycle follows you all the way home?"

"Is that what's going to happen?" You giggled at his question.

"If you keep saying you're not going to let me walk you home then maybe it will." Steve shrugged.

"I've been walking by myself this late every single night for a week now." You told him. "It's always been fine, it'll be fine again."

"Now you're just trying to give me a heart attack." Steve deadpanned, earning your laugh once again.

"So I'm a good enough fighter to be an Avenger, but not good enough to walk to my parents house by myself?" You asked.

"Yes, exactly!" Steve enthused. "So glad we could have this conversation to clear that up, come one let's get you home."

His arm linked around yours and he started walking. "I think you're absolutely out of your mind, but I appreciate you nonetheless."

Looking up at his face just in time, you caught his smile. "The second half of that statement is really the only part that matters to me."

Your steps synched up with his, and Rocket walked ahead of the two of you. "Hey, Stevie?"

"Hmm?"

"If you actually want to get me home, we should be walking in the complete opposite direction" You grinned.

Steve stopped and laughed. "Okay, you lead the way."

You did eventually make it home, and only when you stood on the door step did Steve let your arms disconnect.

"Look we made it here and nobody died!" You enthused. "Do you remember how to get back?"

"Of course I do" Steve giggled at your question. "It wasn't even two full blocks."

"Just making sure" you raised your hands in defense. "Are you sure you don't want to stay?"

"I would if I could." His thankful grin showed off the shallow dimples in his cheeks. "See you soon?"

"In a few days" you nodded in confirmation.

He stuck his arms out for one last hug, and you accepted happily. After he let go of you, he bent down to say bye to Rocket.

"Drive save! Text me when you get home." You told him.

Steve's face scrunched up for a second, causing you to look at him in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

"You blocked my phone number" He reminded you with a loud whisper.

"I'll unblock it, but text me when you get home" You giggled.

"Okay great!" Steve smiled big and did a little happy dance. "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight, love you!"

"Love you more!" He waved as he walked down the driveway.

Next Part: Twinkles

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