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kaz11283 · 2 months

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Of Fire and Ice : Intro

After getting into too much trouble at home your parents decide that the best thing is for you to spend some time with your uncle helping the Avengers. What your parents don't understand is that it's not your fault that when you get upset things tend to catch in fire.

Announcement: I have been wanting to try to do a Loki series for a little bit but I faded out, this is the intro to it, building up, seeing what type of response that I might get, and seeing how everyone feels.

Pairing: loki x reader (eventually) Uncle Tony X reader(platonic, Zio) Aunt Pepper x reader (platonic, Zia) Avenger x reader (platonic)

"So, kid, last chance before your parents have to send you off to some boot camp?" Tony asked sitting across from you in his state of the art kitchen. You had always loved being able to run away to your uncle's place but after he had helped create the Avengers and every other responsibility that came with that you hadn't seen him in a few years give or take.

"It's not like I can help what happens, I get pissed or stressed out and boom, fire everywhere. Of course you tell that to my overly conservative mom and dad and they think that I'm lying. I mean for God sakes, I'm 25 and they won't let me move out because I'm single and I'm still going to school." You sighed propping your head in your hand playing with the food that he had given you when you had arrived.

"Your mom didn't seem too happy about letting you come visit." He responded leaning back and crossing his arms.

"Because you 'live in sin'. Women in and out all the time, men and women living together, it's absolute blasphemy." You laughed. "It was Dad's idea to let me come here, he explained that even though you're a partier you still have your affaires in order and that Shield has you running a tight ship. You could only imagine how excited I was when she actually agreed."

"I haven't seen you since you were like 12, when they explained what was going on I couldn't let them send you off." He smiled.

"Yeah, well, I only have about 2 and a half months to get whatever is wrong with me in control before I go home." You sighed standing up and pushing your chair in. "I'm gonna go ahead and turn in since I have an early morning tomorrow."

"No you don't, I told your parents that I would have you working just so that they would actually send you here. Get some rest you spent your whole day today traveling, tomorrow sleep in a little and then I'm going to introduce you to the team." He stood up walking over to you and gently kissed you on the head. "Your room is on the top floor, last door on the left. You share the floor with the Asgurdians but they are hardly ever here so you have the whole floor to yourself." You smiled as you turned toward the elevator to head up to your room. "Oh, and Y/n, after you get up and move around a little just meet me in the lab and we'll go from there."

"Sounds good, 'night Zio." Yawning one last time before the elevator doors closed.

You hadn't realized until now how absolutely exhausted you were from traveling until now, when the elevator dropped you off at the top floor you shuffled to the room that would be yours for the time being and pushed the door open. As you walked in your jaw dropped, breath taking views of the city spread around you from two floor to ceiling glass walls in the living area that had a small kitchenette, small breakfast nook, and at the center a large sectional facing a huge TV. Your few bags that you had brought were sitting on the floor next to the couch. You walked further in noticing a small half bath and another door to your right, walking in you discovered that was the bed room with another floor to ceiling glass wall and a king size bed with what looked to be the most comfortable blankets known to man kind.

"He really goes all out." You mumbled to yourself walking into another larger bathroom that had a garden tube next to a walk in shower. You went back into the living room to gather your thing for the night deciding to unpack first thing in the morning and found a note on the glass table that was placed in front of the couch.

I know this is only temporary but I want you to make this feel like home, whatever you want to get for you or your room you are more than welcome to get, just let me know and I'll make that happen for you. PS: coffee is in the cabinet next to the refrigerator and I am hoping that I got your favorite creamer. Love always, your Zio.

Your heart swelled, your uncle, who you had not seen in years, had made you feel more at home and more comfortable than anyone had in your entire life. Your parents had always judged you on what decisions you made, tried to keep you under their ever watchful eye, and never believed anything you said because 'the Stark blood runs strong.' with you. No one has ever taken a moment to ever listen to what you wanted or what you felt, but being here made you feel heard already and you already dreaded going home in just a few short months.

After washing your face and changing into a sleep shirt you climbed into bed and passed out instantly.

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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 2 years

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You’re Not My Spiderman - TASM!Peter Parker x Reader (Part 5/?)

Summary: After a strange incident involving a light in an alley, you encounter Spiderman, only to realise… he’s not your Spiderman.

Warnings: mentions of trauma

Words: 1K

You awoke to strong bands around your waist. You struggled against them as panic filled every pore of your body, until you realised that even though they were strong, they were much softer than the metal bands Hydra used to restrain you with. As your heartbeat slowed down, you realised that the bands were arms.

You felt Peter’s breath fan across the back of your neck as he exhaled in his sleep. You felt your cheeks heat up as you realised when you were unintentionally spooning with the cutest guy you’d ever met, but the embarrassment fizzled away quickly when you remembered the events that led up to it.

You could almost still feel the water around you, and it was enough to make your breathing start to get faster. Just as you thought that breathing would soon be impossible, Peter awoke, letting go of you and sitting up in bed, looking around frantically. You watched his actions in slight confusion, and after he determined there was no threat, he looked back at you.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly, brushing some hair out of your face.

You ignored the feeling in your tummy at the action and nodded instead.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you said, your previous panic dispersing in his presence. “Are you?”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Peter said sheepishly. “I just – my spider-senses were going off and I thought that something was wrong.”

“Peter-tingle,” you corrected, and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” he said.

His eyes softened as he scanned your face, and you looked away awkwardly. You were still in your suit, and you felt embarrassed that you hadn’t changed out of it.

“Hey,” Peter said gently, causing you to look back at him. “I - I don’t know what you were going through last night, but if you ever need to talk about it or anything, I’m here for you.”

You smiled softly at him, and tears welled up in your eyes. You blinked them away quickly and shook your head slightly.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

Something was compelling you to tell him. You didn’t normally tell many people about your past, seeing as it hurt too much, and you had severe PTSD about it. But you wanted to tell Peter – perhaps it was because it was Peter Parker, and you went to the Peter Parker from your world for almost everything. You felt some strange connection to this Peter – different to the one you had with your Peter, but just as strong, if not more so.

“I – I… when I was…”

You trailed off, trying to find the words to say. It felt like your body was physically stopping you from speaking. It felt like your vocal cords were cut from your brain, and you opened and closed your mouth a few times, no sound coming out.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Peter said. “But I am here if you ever need to.”

“I want to tell you,” you whispered. “I – it just might take me a while to – to get the words out.”

“That’s okay,” Peter murmured, nodding in understanding. “Whenever you’re ready.”

You took a few deep breaths to steady yourself before pushing the words out.

“In my world, there’s this organisation called Hydra,” you said, the words tumbling out. “They – they’re an evil organisation whose ultimate goal is global domination, through terrorist attacks, assassinations… I’m sure you get the gist.”

Peter nodded and you took another deep breath before continuing.

“I – they kidnapped me when I was ten, and killed my parents. I – they locked me in a glass box that – that…”

It was getting difficult to breathe as you remembered what they’d done, as you relived the memories. Watching the water rise, banging on the glass, trying to use your powers to break free. The drowning, the breath-holding, and then the resuscitations.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Peter said, grabbing your hands in his. “You don’t have to go into detail. You don’t have to continue. You have no obligation to explain any of it to me if you can’t, or don’t want to.”

You sniffled and squeezed his hands lightly, You gave a watery hiccup, before continuing.

“Long story short, they – they drowned me. The glass box filled with water, and I – I can’t be in bodies of water anymore,” you whispered.

“I – I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” Peter said. “I – that’s horrible, Y/n.”

He pulled you into a hug, and your arms wrapped around him automatically. You felt lighter getting it off your chest, but you also felt exhausted. You remembered your therapist telling you that talking about it could make you tired, but ultimately you’d feel a bit better. And you did honestly feel better.

I can’t wait to tell Bucky about this, you thought.

You’d always told Bucky about what you were going through, because he was one of the few people who could relate to it. You always told him when you did something that would point you towards a better mental health, and being able to tell the new Peter about your problems was a definite step forward.

Well, you would tell Bucky if you ever saw him again. The possibility seemed so far out of reach. You had no idea how to even get back, or how to see him again. You hoped that Stephen would be able to get you back soon.

But when you’d go back home… you’d leave this Peter behind. And you really didn’t want to. Yes, you had your Peter, and he was amazing, but this Peter… you two had a connection. Or, at least you felt it. You weren’t quite sure about him yet, but with the way he was holding you, you were sure that he felt something similar.

Peter let go of you the second his bedroom door opened, and you both sprung off the bed and got into defensive positions. Peter relaxed when a blonde girl entered, but you were still wary.

“Don’t worry, Y/n,” Peter said breathlessly. “This is my best friend, Gwen.”

Masterlist

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waltermis · 2 years

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Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 🕸️

MAIN MASTERLIST

x Reader

~ONESHOTS~

Gone

Something goes wrong as Steve heads to return the stones.

Howard

You and Tony go back in time to 1970 to get the Tesseract, when you run into the man you haven’t seen since you were 5. Your father, Howard Stark.

Okay, Well I Guess That’s It Then (Part 2)

Arrowverse x MCU Crossover. Two years after you found out that Laurel was cheating on you, you run into her again. In front of your apartment door.

Trick Or Treat 🎃👻

You spend a meaningful day with your amazing girlfriend.

Scaredy Cat

Who knew carving a pumpkin could be so damn difficult?

Stay, Stay, Stay

You & Natasha share a comforting moment

~HEADCANNONS~

Imagine You Joining The Avengers And Natasha Having A Huge Crush On You

Basically the title 🤪

~DRABBLES~

A Little Rascal

This wasn’t how you pictured your phone call with Clint going but it was just as entertaining

Farewell, Nat

You read her Scott's new book

~SHORT SERIES~

To My Love And Her Forever Person ✓

After you and Natasha break up, you decide to write a letter to her and her future forever person

~SERIES~

By Your Side • Natasha Romanoff x Reader (1)

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heliads · 2 years

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I Wish You Could Be Honest Chapter Ten: To Be Yourself Someday

HYDRA didn’t die out when it failed to take down S.H.I.E.L.D. during the time of the Winter Soldier. Now, top enemy agent Y/N L/N has been sent to finish the job by killing Steve Rogers. When she’s captured by S.H.I.E.L.D., she doesn’t know what to expect, but it certainly doesn’t involve Captain America himself trying to win her over.

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After that, it does not take long to pull yourself together and get back. You can’t say that you’re going home, not anymore. Every place that has ever been yours is gone now, lost through some twist of fate or through your own stubborn refusal to ever stick around in one location long enough to belong to it.

Who, after all, is to blame for this other than you? You made your choice. You were the one to cut your ties again and again. Now that you’re alone, you don’t know what to do with yourself. What do you do with the spy who’s double-crossed everyone who ever shook her hand? You watch as she tries to pick back up the pieces and retreat back into the shadows, and that is what you must do now.

You arrive back in Manhattan late the next day. Steve Rogers will already be at home in the Avengers Tower, likely engulfed in a crush of agents and coworkers all falling over themselves in relief that their golden boy has come back without them having to lift a finger to save him. You wonder if he looks for you in that crowd, if he’s looked for you even once since you left him back at that rest stop.

You don’t know how he’s doing. S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t want to publicize the fact that Captain America was stolen out of their own base, right under their noses, so none of the news sources have any idea of what happened. This is for the best, because you don’t particularly want other HYDRA affiliates to try their hand at kidnapping Steve, but it also means that you have no real idea if he got back or not.

Perhaps he’s out there still, relentlessly combing the area for you. That’s what part of you wants to believe, at any rate, that you would be so important to him that he would never dare to leave lest risk losing you again. The cold truth is that you’ve already lost him yourself by vanishing after you saved him.

It was for the best, and you know that. Still, repeating the facts a thousand times in your head doesn’t warm you to them, and you move through the day in a bleary sort of haze, wondering why you’re so stuck on a man that you’ll probably never see again. There is a reason, of course, but now that you’ll never cross paths with Steve it seems rather pointless to voice.

You stay in Manhattan. It’s a terrible plan, certainly; both S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA have bases here, and they could find you with ease if they tried. They have tried, actually, but you’ve grown so accustomed to dodging security cameras that you can do it once more. A couple of HYDRA agents tried to tail you on your second day back, but you were able to lose them so quickly that they’ll wonder if you were ever there in the first place.

It’s best to live like this, in mystery. If you take out a single HYDRA agent, even just to knock them unconscious, they’ll know that you’re still here and double down on their attempts to get you back. At least now they’ll have to spend their days cloaked in uncertainty, just like you.

You get a small job in the city. It’s not like you have to, you’ve put aside most of your paycheck over the years in a separate account unknown by either of the two organizations, but it gives you something to do instead of restlessly checking the news for some sign of Steve.

You weren’t intending to get a job at first, but one day when you were out wandering the streets in search of some sign that you might be okay, you saw it. A small bookstore, one of a thousand shops on a commercial block. It had a faded awning striped blue and red. Inside, you could see the owner milling about in the back. A hand lettered sign on the door announced that they were looking to hire an additional hand to help out around the shop, and before you knew it, you were walking in and asking for the job.

It’s good, you think. You need something like this, a relentless monotony to distract you from feeling like a definitive part of you has been suddenly ripped out of your chest, leaving your ribs gaping open and bloody. At least now you can keep yourself busy.

The bookshop owner is an elderly woman, with soft curls of white hair that crown her head in pearlescent strands. She alternates between wearing clearly hand-knit sweaters and soft, floral long sleeved shirts, her pants always crisply ironed. Her palms are as wrinkled and folded as some of the secondhand books in the shop, but she still lays them calmly on your arm as she directs you to get something from a taller shelf.

After a while, you settle into a comfortable rhythm. You show up early in the morning, letting yourself in with the key carefully allotted to you. You clean up, straighten the various signs and posters, and restock shelves that have grown empty. Once the owner arrives and gives you the all clear, you open up the store, then retreat to the back, where you can haunt the recesses of the shop without being seen unless you wish it.

It’s a wonderful place, you can admit it. Books of all shapes and sizes practically paper the walls, some nestled inside cardboard strawberry flats spread across long tables, or jammed horizontally, vertically, and on occasion, diagonally, into wooden bookshelves along the walls that might have been here even before the owner opened the shop.

It’s fairly quiet for most of the day, with the exception of afternoon rush and break times. Then, you allow yourself to be seen by those you determine are not agents, although shady characters rarely stop by. HYDRA is looking for you at shooting ranges or mercenary hunts. They’re hunting a killer, but you hung up that mantle when you saved Steve.

Still, it’s fun. You don’t entirely abandon the character of the agent, just choose to focus on specific qualities. You can still read people like the books you sell, and take great pride in formulating an exact idea of every shopper just before they ask you for a recommendation, and sometimes even earlier. That girl in the long coat is looking for a historical nonfiction, she just doesn’t know it yet. The man in the cap pulled down over his face really needs a sci-fi classic. All this and more, you can do it.

Yes, it is good. This is the peace you’ve sometimes dreamt of, when missions left your hands far bloodier than they were supposed to be. You’re no longer an agent, but this quiet afterlife still doesn’t feel right. It seems temporary, as if you’re waiting for the sign that you’re going to have to come out of hiding and return to the killer you were born to be. You just don’t know what you’re searching for yet, or how you’ll know when it comes to you.

Two weeks after you take up your job at the bookstore, you’ve done your best to accept that whatever happens to you will happen. You’ll handle a change of scene as you always do, on your feet, but that seems to be in the far off future. You may be staying in this state of limbo until the end of time, but that doesn’t mean that it will feel any more permanent.

You’re straightening a row of classic novels when the disturbance finally comes. Jane Eyre refuses to stay in her slot, and copies of 1984 are disappearing off the shelf every time you look away. Your fingers, which once fired a gun with deadly accuracy, fix the cover of The Scarlet Letter before it wrinkles.

A voice behind you makes you startle. “You know, I didn’t expect to see you here of all places.”

You have your back to the speaker, so he doesn’t see you close your eyes as if praying for strength. Steve Rogers is not supposed to find you here. You’d know his voice anymore, even the soft tread of his shoes against the creaking floorboards of the bookshop, but that doesn’t mean you’re any less sure that this encounter is anything more than pure hope.

“I work here,” you offer. The voice laughs.

“That doesn’t explain why an ex-spy chose a bookstore for her final resting place. I thought you would have been long gone by now.”

You know it’s Steve. At last, fearing a Eurydice-style disappearance, you turn carefully around, but no. It’s him, he’s here, and he is not leaving. In fact, he seems just as bright as ever. A shard of sunlight from the open window paints a direct path to his face, illuminating him by some sort of godly spotlight.

He smiles, as if sensing your doubt. “I mean, you left, Y/N. Why are you still here?”

You sigh, quiet as a dove. “You weren’t supposed to look for me.”

Steve cocks his head to the side, surprised. “Why not?”

The question is simple, the answer less so. “I betrayed you by taking you to the HYDRA base. I paid off my debt by getting you out. That means our scales are balanced, and it means that you go back to your normal life and forget all about me. You have no reason to stay, and by default, neither do I.”

Steve’s brow furrows. “That explains why you left, but not why I’m here.”

You fold your arms across your chest, oddly defensive. “Always the interrogation, huh? If you’ve got your truth, say it. Otherwise, I will go back to my books, and that is a threat.”

Steve chuckles, then crosses the room to stand by your side. He leans against the table of books, facing down the rest of the store, then reaches for you, positioning you with your back against his chest so you can have the same view as him. When he speaks, you can feel the vibration of the words echoing through you. You only hope he can’t hear the urgent hammering of your heart calling to be let free.

“I see why you like it here. It’s simple. It makes sense. Do you know how many times I’ve considered running from the Avengers? They’d let me go if I asked, I think. Depends on when I asked it. But I always stay.”

Your voice is scarcely more than a whisper. “Why?”

All you can feel is him. All you can hear is his voice, right above you, billowing around you. “The same reason you haven’t left Manhattan. Some part of me would always resent myself for leaving if I thought there was still something I could do. You have a fantastic skillset, Y/N, something many people would kill for. Whether or not you actually want to use it to kill is up to you, but don’t waste it on dusty shops.”

You poke him in the arm. “Rude. I actually spend a good portion of my day making sure the shop isn’t dusty.”

Steve chuckles. “You’re going to have to find a new way of deflecting my questions, you know. I’m on to you.”

You grimace. “This is awful. If I can’t avoid your questions, what else can I do?”

Steve tilts his head down to look at you pointedly. “Answer them?”

You break away from him, spinning around so you can look him in the eyes. You’re not sure if this makes you any more able to get your thoughts in order, but at least you’re no longer distracted by the feeling of his arms on your sides, keeping you so close to him.

“Why are you so keen to offer me a job? You did it back at S.H.I.E.L.D., which obviously didn’t work out too well, and now you’re doing it again. What is it about me that makes you think I’m the kind of person you want around?”

Steve chuckles quietly. “You really don’t know?”

You spread your hands. “Obviously not. Care to enlighten me?”

He smiles. “I love you.”

It is said so simply that you almost don’t notice. The truth of it shocks you like an open nerve. It cannot be so. It cannot be that he can match your emotions so fully, that despite the fact that the two of you could not be more different, he can love you just as you love him: fully, completely, without a trace of hesitation. Surely, someone like him would not fall for a bloodstained martyr, yet here he is, completely gone for you.

Steve is still standing there as if he’s merely announced the weather or a change in parking arrangements, not a life changing revelation. You hardly know what to do with yourself, because acknowledging that Steve loves you despite all that you’ve done to him means that your foolish, broken heart still has a chance, and that chance is enough to destroy you.

You should shut this down, now. It’s what an agent would do. Love has no place in a game of life and death. Still, you haven’t been an agent in what feels like forever.

“Why?” You ask. You’re fairly sure that Steve already knows how you feel, or he wouldn’t be looking at you so proudly. He has always known how to read you, hasn’t he? Like no other.

He considers the question anyway. “A couple of reasons.”

You begin to listen in earnest. Surely, you’ll be able to find some fragment of fable in what he says. None of this would make sense without it being based in fiction.

“You’re the only one who’s ever tried to see me for me since the 40s.”

Truth.

“You’ve made me question more of myself than anyone.”

Truth.

“You are the only one who could make me want to leave S.H.I.E.L.D. behind for good.”

Half lie. More like three-quarters lie.

You have no doubt that Steve questioned S.H.I.E.L.D. before meeting you, and he certainly doubted its efficacy while you were still in one of their holding cells, but something happened to make him change his mind. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve fully left HYDRA, indicating that there is no other option. You don’t think you mind the lie, though. If anything, it makes you like him more for trying to sort out his feelings regarding the two organizations. You know well enough how difficult it is.

“And I keep offering you a job because I keep hoping you’ll take it. At least that way, if you feel differently than me, I can still be selfish and have you in my life, because no matter how hard I try, I keep trying to find you.”

Truth.

You smile at last. “What, you think that I feel differently?”

The corners of his mouth twist up, pulled by invisible strings. “Do you?”

“Not in the slightest,” you say, and then you can’t say much else because he’s leaned forward and kissed you, and every other thought has been dashed completely from your mind. This is the sign you’ve been hoping for in the weeks since you left, the sign that you can come back home. This is your home, it’s him. Perhaps it always has been.

When you break away, Steve’s grinning like he’s won the lottery. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out an eerily familiar small black box. You swear that you’ve seen this scene play out before, and it ended up with you receiving a knife disguised in a badge.

“If you’re still willing to take me up on my offer, I figured I should at least tell you what you’re getting yourself into.” He says.

Curious, you open the lid, and have to fight back a surprised laugh. Nestled in the black walls is another badge, yes, but it’s not S.H.I.E.L.D., nor HYDRA. This is a scarlet A, enclosed by a similarly colored circle.

You stare back at Steve. “You want me to join the Avengers? I don’t have powers, though. I’m not a supersoldier.”

He shrugs, still looking rather pleased with himself. “You don’t have to be. We need a team of our own agents, people we can trust. The Triskelion proved that. I don’t trust any one of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s guys like you.”

You arch a brow. “Even though I killed you and tried to throw you back to HYDRA?”

Steve considers this. “Yeah, but you got me back both times. Besides, I think your guilt is beating you up on that more than I ever could.”

You lift a shoulder. “You’re not entirely wrong there.”

Steve holds out a hand. “So? What do you think?”

You smile, then take his hand. “I’m in.”

There’s a road opening up before you, a path you never thought you’d get the chance to take. You don’t have to be S.H.I.E.L.D., with their stifling regulations, nor HYDRA, with their duplicitous promises. At last, you have a way to work towards that dream you had when you first started as an agent, the one about making a world in which people could be better. On top of that, you won’t be alone. You have Steve, which is a blessing within itself. Nothing could make you happier.

You head for the door, Steve right beside you. The two of you have a lot of work to do.

a/n: and that's the end of the series, babes! honestly this might be one of my favorite fics i've written, thanks for reading. if you want the sole piece of inspo i had for all ten chapters and 30,329 words (yes i counted lol) of this bad boy, please listen to the song 'i wish you could be honest' by the neighbourhood. yes this was a songfic yes i am ashamed. love y'all lots

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buckyssoldat · 2 years

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Chapter 50: Revenge

Warnings: strong language, death

A/N: This is part of my series, Forsaken - The Fallen Soldier. If you wanna be tagged in this, just send me an ask or a message. Feedback is always appreciated, don’t be shy to share your thoughts on this :)

We'll sit

And talk the stars down from the sky

And I'll not forget the chaos in your eyes love

Alice was not sure about how to feel about the events that were coming – fighting a giant purple alien and his army. It was going to be a bloody battle and she was afraid that some of her friends would not make it. She tried to shake these thoughts off her mind as she geared up to go to battle – a tight black suit made of some very strong material (not vibranium, but close enough) with a tiny blue line across her chest and two down each leg. On the belt on her hips there were guns and her signature black knives. She put on the holster Shuri had made for her on her back, attaching a machine gun previously. Lastly, the boots – black combat boots that were just a few inches below her knees with blue shoelaces.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. “Hey, you ready?”, she heard Bucky’s voice from the other side.

“Yeah, just a minute!” Alice yelled as she looked at herself in the mirror, admiring the beautiful work Shuri and her team had made with her new suit. Taking one last look, she sighed and put two more knives inside her boots.

Bucky was patiently waiting outside for her. Once she opened the door, he took a good look at her, admiring her beauty and falling in love with her even harder.

“You look…” he stuttered, “pretty. You look very pretty.”

“Thanks, Buck.” She gave him a warm smile, followed by a slight pat on his left shoulder. “Are they already here?” Alice asked, referring to Steve, Sam, Natasha, Wanda, Vision, Bruce, and Rhodey. She couldn’t wait to hug her best friends again.

“Yeah, they’re right at the entrance. T’Challa and the Dora Milaje are welcoming them.” Bucky answered her, “We should go.”

The couple made their way down. Alice didn’t know what came over her, but when they were right at the main entrance, she grabbed Bucky’s hand and intertwined their fingers together. He looked at her with a surprised look on his face at first, but then smiled to himself. It felt nice holding her hand, it gave him strength.

“… the Border Tribe,” they started hearing T’Challa’s voice, “the Dora Milaje, and…” The king then pointed to Alice and Bucky, who were walking towards them.

“Are they holding hands?” Natasha whispered to Steve, who couldn’t help but smile. He missed his best friends.

“A semi-stable 100-year-old man” Bucky completed T’Challa’s sentence, as he gently let go of Alice’s hand and opened his arms to hug Steve.

“And an ex-psychopath murderer” Alice added and then ran towards Natasha, giving her a tight hug. “I missed you so much, Nat.”

“I missed you too, Alice” Natasha replied as she buried her head in the crook of her friend’s neck.

“How you been Buck?” Steve questioned, “Alice?”

Bucky was still smiling at Steve, “Uh, not bad, for the end of the world.” He then turned to Alice, with the same smile still plastered on his face.

“Yeah, we’ve noticed!” Rhodey spoke up from behind and the crew laughed.

After all the hugs and kisses, the Avengers went inside the palace. After Shuri explained what she had to do in order to save Vision, Alice heard Natasha and Bruce in the back of the group, whispering about something she could not understand.

“We have to tell her!” Natasha scream-whispered at the scientist, “She needs to know this, Bruce. If not, she will never forgive us for not telling her.”

“She will have a meltdown right before we go into battle with a super army of aliens!” Bruce protested.

Alice snook behind them, “What is going on? I can hear you two from the other side of the room.”

“We have something to tell you, Alice” Natasha announced. Everyone got quiet, which made Alice uncomfortable. What the hell was Nat talking about? “Maybe we should go somewhere private.”

“No, here is okay” Alice spoke softly, afraid of what was coming. “What’s wrong, Nat? Are you okay?”

“Just tell her, Natasha.” Steve said in a firm tone, which made Alice even more worried. “We don’t have much time.”

The Russian spy took a step closer to her friend and put her hand on her shoulder, gently rubbing it. “When Thanos attacked the Asgardians, Loki was there too…”

“Yeah, I know” Alice chuckled, “He was not really dead, that idiot. He faked his death when we were fighting Malekith. I already knew that, Nat.”

“It’s not just that…” Bruce whispered, and Alice turned her attention to him. He looked down, trying to hide his sad expression.

“Okay, then what is it?” Alice asked impatiently as she tapped her left foot on the floor. She felt Bucky coming behind her. He already knew what Natasha was trying to tell Alice. Steve had told him fifteen minutes before, so he needed to get ready in case Alice did something once she heard about it. “Natasha, just spit it out. I can handle it.”

“Loki tried to kill Thanos, but he wasn’t successful…” Natasha took her hand off Alice’s shoulder and took something out of her holster but kept hit hidden behind her back. “And… Thanos killed Loki. Loki is dead.” She then showed her what she was hiding behind her back – it was one of Loki’s favourite knives.

“And it’s for real this time, Alice…” Bruce added in a small voice.

Alice just stood there, staring at Natasha and Bruce, not knowing what to or what to say. Loki couldn’t be dead, he couldn’t. They were supposed to be together.

“Alice?” Bucky called her, but no response.

“She’s not alright…” Wanda whispered in Steve’s ear.

“Alice?” Bucky called again. He went in front of her, trying to get a hold of her. “Alice?” No success. She was just staring, no reaction or whatsoever. Bucky cupped her face with his hands and brought her closer to him, “Alice? Please, answer me. Please.”

Inside of Alice’s mind, she was still trying to piece everything together. Loki couldn’t be dead, he was a trickster and he had faked his death before. He could have done it again, right? But then, she remembered the throbbing pain on her heart she had felt the previous day. She felt Loki dying, she felt him as Thanos squeezed the life out of him. That was when it all hit her. She fell down on her knees with a piercing scream.

“NO!” She yelled as her knees hit the cold floor and tears started running down her face. “NO!”

Bucky immediately went to her aid, trying to pick her up but it was all in vain. Alice was much stronger than him and she didn’t want to get up. As he went to embrace her, she extended both of her arms, making him stop in his tracks. After that, she closed her fists and punched the floors, making a huge noise. A crack went from the windows to the walls. Everyone looked at her, not knowing what to do or say, not even Steve or Natasha knew what to do. Last time they saw Alice crying similarly, she almost broke Sokovia in half, but this time it was worse. Everyone could see that Alice’s heart was broken as she kept sobbing with her hands covering her face.

Steve tried to approach her, but Bucky raised his hand to stop him. The soldiers nodded at each other. Captain America told everyone to leave the room so Alice and Bucky could have some space.

“Alice?” Bucky called her once everyone was out. Thanos was coming and they needed to hurry. “Alice, please, look at me.” She was still in the same position as she was before. Not knowing what to do, Bucky gently took her hands off her face. Her cheeks were wet, and her eyes were bloodshot from all the crying. Slowly, he raised his arms up and put them around her, pulling her in to his chest. At first, she resisted the embrace and kept crying on Bucky’s shoulder with her hands on top of her knees. But after only a couple of minutes, she put her arms around Bucky and hugged him. They stayed like that until Steve came through the door, signalling to Bucky that they had to leave.

“Alice, are you up for this?” He questioned as he ran his hand through her hair. “You can stay here with Shuri, Vision and Wanda if you want to. You don’t need to fight.”

Pulling herself together, Alice took her head off Bucky’s shoulder and then wiped the tears on her face. “No, I need to do this. For him. For Loki.”

Bucky slowly nodded and then helped her get up from the floor. Alice gave him one last hug before they went down to the battlefield.

There was only one thing in Alice’s mind: revenge.

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Play Pretend by @wkemeup

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In The Dust by @metalbuckaroo

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Left Gasping For Air by @bucksfucks

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Chemical Reactions by @slut4buckysarm

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I Wish You Could Be Honest Chapter Three: Pass the Test

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This is how it goes for the next few days. Steve Rogers drops in and out of your holding cell, occasionally accompanied by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Their presence doesn’t do much, as they mainly grow frustrated that you could sit there cracking jokes after betraying their whole organization. After a while, they all leave, and then it’s just you and Steve and the security cameras watching you from the corners of the room.

Even the knowledge that you’re constantly being monitored isn’t enough to dampen your spirits, or so you let Steve think. In truth, you can feel yourself getting more nervous the longer you go without hearing a word from HYDRA. You know too much for them to leave you here, but you never know. What if they decide this is the time to start letting go of old members, and they abandon you to the S.H.I.E.L.D. wolves? Heaven knows their jaws are already bloody when it comes to you.

However, you can’t let any of this show. You may be captured by enemy agents, but you can take their power away from them by refusing to let anything faze you. So, you sit opposite Steve day in and day out, and pretend that the fact that you’ve been bound in a chair and locked in a maximum security cell doesn’t bother you in the slightest.

Despite everything, you’re almost having fun. This certainly isn’t your first interrogation, and they rarely go this well. All you have to do is keep your wits about you, and continue waging this verbal war with Steve. The two of you play a cat and mouse game of sorts, never letting the other guess at your true hand while doing the best to figure out everything you can.

You’re one step shy of practically reading his mind, and grow proficient in figuring out his tics. The tap of a foot, the clench of a jaw- all of it could point you towards finding out some new piece of information.

On the fourth day, Steve comes into your cell again, but this time, he doesn’t take a seat. Instead, he stands, arms folded across his chest, and stares down at you. You stare back, and he breaks his serious glare to grin.

“No need to put on the war-torn expression, L/N. We’re not going to do all that today.”

You arch a brow. “No? Then what am I doing here?”

He waves away your query. “Don’t worry about that. All I want you to do is answer a question.”

Despite his claims, you don’t feel any more relaxed. “Have I ever done that since I got here?”

Steve grins again. “Try this time. Would you consider yourself to be loyal? Would you die for your cause?”

You lean back against your chair. It’s supposedly an easy question- have you ever answered anything but yes? Yet there’s a strange tone in Steve’s voice, as if he’s asking something more than just if you’re sticking by HYDRA. In the end, you give him your best shot at the right answer, and say yes. You’re speaking the truth, maybe for the first time since you’ve been captured, but you’re not sure if Steve believes you.

Regardless of what he thinks of you, Steve still appears to have come to a decision. He nods once to himself, as if confirming what he already knew, then walks around your chair so he’s standing behind you. You can feel his breath, hot on the back of your neck. He pauses for a moment, and then you hear the flick of a knife being extended, tensing from reflex. If he’s going to kill you, why now? Why like this?

But he doesn’t slash your throat. Instead, you hear a brief tearing sound, and your restraints fall away from you. You stand up slowly, wincing at the onrush of blood to limbs that have been stationary for so long.

You turn slowly to face Steve, still not entirely sure of what’s going on. “You’re letting me go?”

He lifts a shoulder, putting the knife away. “Only temporarily. Don’t get your hopes up.”

You grin. “In a place like this? Couldn’t if I tried.”

A smile plucks at the side of Steve’s lips, although he quickly hides it away again. He’s still technically on S.H.I.E.L.D. soil, which means that he has to pretend to still be the paragon of Avengers virtue that they all hire him to be.

Steve jerks his head towards the door. “Let’s head out.”

You follow him hesitantly, still unsure whether or not the whole thing could be a trap.

Steve pauses, hand on the knob, and turns back to you. “I’m not lying to you, we’re actually leaving. Honestly, I should be more worried about you stabbing me in the back.”

You do your best to look innocent. “Stab you in the back? How could you suggest such a thing?”

Steve deadpans. “Maybe the fact that you’ve already tried to kill me at least once?”

You shrug. “I mean, when you say it that way, it sounds awful.”

Steve glances over at you. “And how would you say it?”

You spread your hands. “We had a clash of agendas. Your agenda was to continue living.”

Steve chuckles. “And your agenda to stop me from living caused some trouble? Sounds about right.”

He’s led you out of your cell and down a hall filled with identical heavy, secured doors no doubt leading to detention rooms like the one you’ve just left. Although S.H.I.E.L.D.’s definitely had some time to redecorate, you recognize the area as one of the central security blocks. \

You make sure to remember your footsteps as Steve leads you out of the winding maze of cells. If you have any chance to communicate this information to HYDRA, it’ll make your rescue that much easier. Plus, you recognize the names on a few of the cell doors as HYDRA agents that definitely need to come back to base.

You’re not entirely sure where Steve is taking you, but you can’t disguise your surprise when he stops in front of another cell, this one less central than yours and thus of lesser importance.

“I wouldn’t have gotten so excited over leaving if I knew you were just relocating me to another cell. You could have done that without the dramatic questioning.”

Steve just shakes his head, pointing to the plaque at the side of the door containing the name of the prisoner inside. “This cell isn’t for you.”

You squint at the name from where you stand beside Steve and exhale slowly. Suddenly, Steve’s loyalty question makes sense. The woman inside, Henrietta Clarke, is a HYDRA agent best known for her undercover work.

You’ve had the chance to collaborate with her multiple times before, and she was involved in securing the perimeter on the mission to take down Captain America. Evidently, she was captured just like you. That could mean that many more of the agents on your team are here within these walls, but you can’t think about that just yet.

Instead, you have to think about what this means for you. Already, you have a pretty good idea of what’s about to happen. Clarke would have been careful to portray herself as an innocent civilian who just happened to stumble upon the scene of the mission, so this could mean that S.H.I.E.L.D. still isn’t entirely sure whether she’s an agent or not. They’re going to give you the opportunity to blow her cover.

This is a pretty common setup, both in the S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA rings. If you think someone is wavering on the edge of defecting to your organization, you let them have the chance to change sides.

You could reveal Clarke right now, and prove to S.H.I.E.L.D. that you’re willing to make amends. It would go along with the persona you’ve been trying to play up around Steve, the one where you’re just trying to do what’s right regardless of which organization’s colors are striped along your back. If he’s giving you this chance, it means you’ve been able to twist his perception of you more than you thought.

However, Henrietta Clarke is still your ally, your coworker, and, if you squint, your friend. And you don’t give up friends that easily, interrogation tactics be damned. So, when Steve unlocks the door and leads you inside, you make sure that your expression doesn’t change at all, and you show no signs of recognition. She’s bound by restraints similar to the ones you’d worn in your cell, but bruises and cuts are fading over her face and arms.

Steve allows you plenty of time to stare down at her. Clarke lifts her head slowly, and matches your resolve measure for measure. There is no acknowledgement in her eyes, just a weary knowledge that neither of you are getting out any time soon.

You glance over at Steve. “Is there a reason I’m here, or are you just going to have me conduct a staring contest with every one of your prisoners?”

Steve looks between the two of you, face solemn as he tries to pick up on all of the clues you’re doing your best to hide. “We picked her up near the warehouse. You know, the one where you plotted to kill me. Only problem is that she’s a little too convincing as a civilian, and we want you to tell us whether or not she’s HYDRA.”

You nod slowly, allowing your gaze to rove over Clarke’s face once again. “If this is how you rough up suspected civilians, I’m a little worried about what you do to known agents.”

Steve shrugs, although you can tell from the way his eyes keep flicking to and from the cuts on Clarke’s face that he isn’t entirely okay with it either. “You’re still fine.”

You grin. “That’s because I’m better than you.”

Steve struggles to contain his smile, and you can see the faintest flicker of amusement in Clarke’s eyes. You take one last moment to collect yourself, then deliberately turn your back on Clarke, facing Steve once more.

“Well, I hate to say it, but you’ve got to get better at identifying your HYDRA agents. I have no idea who she is.”

Steve nods slowly. “You’re sure about that?”

You meet his gaze coolly. “Absolutely.”

He looks at you for one last moment, then gestures for you to follow him out. “Alright. Looks like I was wrong after all.”

You frown. “You thought she was HYDRA?”

Steve’s steps echo in the halls. “I didn’t think you were telling the truth when you said you were loyal. I guess you just proved yourself right.”

You stop walking, and Steve stops as well, silhouetted in the harsh lights of the cell complex. “You knew?”

He almost smirks. “That she was HYDRA? Absolutely. She’s popped up on our radar before.”

You shake your head slowly. “Then why go to all the trouble of asking me? Because you wanted to know if your little philosophy test was true?”

Steve starts walking again, eyes trained on the hall ahead of him. “I wanted to see if you were really in this for your own personal gain. Did you know that every HYDRA agent who’s come here before us has failed that test?”

You stare at him, shocked. “That’s impossible. Everyone knows that you don’t turn in your own guys.”

He looks over at you, a smile playing on his lips. “They say it in their meetings, sure. When it comes to it, though, most of them would rather protect themselves. You’re the only one who’s shown us that you’d rather put the safety of others over yourself.”

You glance away, somehow unable to meet his gaze. “And why are you phrasing that like it’s such a victory?”

Steve laughs. “I’d say it’s more of a victory for you.”

He’s reached the door to your cell by now, but instead of entering, he just leans against the wall outside it. “You’ve got skills, L/N, and you just showed us that you’ve got the heart to back it up. We could use someone like you.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. “You’re offering me a job? Rogers, I’m here because I tried to kill you. S.H.I.E.L.D. must be really low on personnel, because there’s no way anyone here would trust me so easily.”

Steve allows himself a small smile. “Oh, they don’t. Believe me on that. But we’re willing to give you a test run, see if this is something that could work for you. We can give you a chance to do good in a different way, something that doesn’t make you constantly hide in the shadows. I’d say that’s going to work better for you, even if it comes with a little more red tape.”

For a moment, you don’t even know what to say. In all the interrogation tactics training you’ve gone through, all the time you’ve spent both in a cell and out, you’ve never come across this situation before. Why would Steve, and by extension S.H.I.E.L.D., be willing to give you a second chance?

“Why would you do this? What makes all these risks worth it for you?”

Steve leans closer to you, suddenly serious. “Because I think you can do more than just one of HYDRA’s spies. Deny it all you want, but you’re still human. You’ve still got some part in you that’s not completely committed to the HYDRA doctrine. You can still remake the world, but it doesn’t have to be by their rules. I want to see you get that chance.”

You rock back on your heels. “So you’re doing all this because what, you think there’s still good in me? I’m not a tortured supervillain, Steve, I’m an agent who’s been trying to kill you. There is no great morality battle going on in my heart.”

Steve shrugs. “Maybe not. But opportunities to get out don’t come that often. Of everyone in these cells, I think you should get the first crack at it.”

He straightens up, tapping the plaque reading your name on the cell wall next to him. “You’ll still sleep in here for the time being, but we’ll be coming back tomorrow with a chance to stretch your legs. If you want to go along with it, let us know. If not, well, we can go back to the questioning. It’s all up to you.”

Before you have the chance to ask him more about what all this means and why he seems so determined to see you saved, Steve nods his head in goodbye and heads off back down the hall, not even bothering to make sure you stay in the cell. This is your first test, it seems, to see if you’ll try to escape.

However, you’re not about to let a chance like this go to waste. So, making sure you’re in full view of all the security cameras lining the halls, you slip inside the cell and close the door behind you, hearing the click of the latch. This might be one of the first times you’ve ever willingly locked yourself in, but you’re not worried about it. There’s more to this situation than meets the eye, you’re certain of it. The only thing left to do is to figure out the catch.

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Chapter 49: Advice

Warnings: strong language

Don't you see me I

I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you

And don't you need me I

I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you

A couple of weeks had passed since Alice and Bucky’s picnic night and their almost kiss. The tension between them was high, but none of them did anything about it. They kept living their normal lives in Wakanda as if nothing had happened. Both kept talking to each other like before and, to the people around them, everything looked normal between them. Well, except maybe for Shuri – she noticed even the small changes, but said nothing about it, only occasionally glaring at Alice.

“How’s Sergeant Barnes?” Shuri asked while she performed a wellness check on Alice. Since the procedure to take off the Hydra triggers inside of their brains, Shuri checked on Alice and Bucky every week to see if there were any changes.

“Why don’t you ask him?” Alice pressed her lips together, “He should be right outside, waiting for you to do his wellness check.”

“I could ask him, but I would rather ask you,” she replied, tilting her head back to hide her smile. “You never told me how your romantic picnic went.”

Alice got up from the table and sat on it. “Okay, first of all, it wasn’t a romantic picnic. It was just a little getaway, nothing more. Second, I never told you how it went because nothing happened. We just talked about our lives and that’s it,” she snapped.

“Okay girl, calm down,” Shuri put her hands up in defeat, “I was just asking, no need to talk like that.”

“I’m sorry, Shuri.” She sighed, thinking about revealing to Shuri what happened. “Am I really gonna talk about my love life with a teenager?” Alice thought to herself. “Gosh, how I miss Natasha…”

Even though she missed her dear Nat, Shuri had also been a great friend to her since her arrival to Wakanda. At first, no one dared to approach her, except for Shuri (and T’Challa, but they weren’t as close). Shuri would tell her about her science and technology experiments, Wakandan traditions and even vent to her about her problems and troubles. Hearing Shuri complain to her about such teenager related things made her miss childhood, a childhood that she never had because it was stolen by Hydra.

“I won’t ask again, don’t worry…” Shuri reassured her, but Alice could still feel the curiousness in her voice.

“If I tell you a secret, will you promise to keep it?”

Shuri raised an eyebrow. “Of course, I’ll keep it safe and take it to my tomb.”

“Shuri, I mean it,” Alice said with her voice filled with seriousness. It was enough that people knew about her past life, they didn’t need to know about her love life too.

“I promise.” Shuri put out her right pinky finger. Alice sighed but ended up intertwining her left one with hers. “Pinky promises can’t be broken here.”

Alice told Shuri how her and Bucky met for the first time at Hydra, how each managed to escape, lose and then eventually found each other. A smile appeared on her face as she recollected her memories with Bucky in Berlin and Milan. After telling their whole backstory, Alice talked about the picnic that had taken place almost two and half weeks prior.

“Sounds to me that you two are in love with each other and both are stubborn enough to admit it, even though you desperately want to,” Shuri advised her friend, “I know it’s not my place, but, if I were you, I would go for it. You and Sergeant Barnes deserve a happy ending.”

“He does, I don’t,” Alice murmured at the same time someone knocked on the front door.

“Shuri?” Bucky was heard from the outside. He must had been waiting for quite a long time for his wellness check-up.

“You can come in,” Shuri shouted.

The former Winter Soldier entered the room. An awkward smile appeared on his face as soon as he exchanged looks with Alice.

“Hey Buck,” she smiled at him with the same awkwardness as him. “I’ll see you later, Shuri.” When she passed by him, their hands accidentally brushed together, making both feel butterflies on their stomachs.

“Bye Alice!” Shuri exclaimed.

“Bye Al.”

Following his wellness check-up, Bucky went straight back to his hut since it was already late at night. Right when he was leaving Shuri’s lab, she told him to “tell Alice how he truly feels”, but he ignored her and exited the room without muttering a word back. It was hard for him to admit his romantic feeling towards Alice but, truth was, he had never felt like this before. Deep down, he had loved Alice since the moment they had met, but only started to realize it when they were back in Milan. After taking off his clothes, Bucky laid down and started thinking about the first time he thought about Alice as more than a friend.

Matteo, Mrs Carmella’s son, had kept it working later than usual. It was wine season, so their deliveries were higher. He expected Alice to have already gone to bed when he finally got home, but her bed wasn’t where she turned out to be. As soon as he opened the front door, Bucky heard music coming from the living room. After taking off his jacket and work boots, he made his way to where the noise was. Once he got to the living room, he was shocked with what he was seeing – Alice was dancing and singing to “Dancing Queen” by ABBA in front of the television, only wearing a big t-shirt to cover her body. She had a beer on one hand and knife in the other. Bucky couldn’t contain himself a let out a chuckle. Alice turned around and gave him a big smile before she put the knife down on the table- there were a few other knives there, so he assumed she had been sharpening them.

Alice grabbed Bucky’s hand and put her beer on his mouth, making him drink a bit of it. She pulled the bottle back too fast, making a drip of beer run down from the corner of his mouth. Slowly, she wiped it with her right thumb and then licked it. Bucky was looking at her in complete shock.

“What?” She asked, clueless of what was going on inside his brain. “I’m gonna get another one, do you want one of yourself?” Bucky nodded his head in response. Alice went back to the fridge and grabbed two beers. After opening them, she poured a bit of Asgardian liquor she had gotten from Thor and brought with her when she first fled from the US. She had been making this mixture since she started drinking that night, and it wasn’t long until she was drunk.

“Here,” she handed Bucky’s beer to him.

“How much have you drunk already? I think you better leave sharpening your knives for tomorrow,” he chuckled as he saw her stumble across the room.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” she acknowledged him, “but I’m gonna keep dancing.”

“That’s fine.”

Alice continued her dance session, while Bucky just sat on the couch looking at her. There was something about her that he didn’t know what was quite yet, but he couldn’t stop staring. Seeing her dance so cheerful and freely made him feel happy as well.

Suddenly, she stopped and stood in front of him, “Come on Buck, let’s dance together!”

“I prefer just watching you do it…”

She let out a chuckle, “well, that’s a bit creepy, isn’t it?” Eventually, Alice ended up sitting on the couch next to him. “I’m so fucking tired…” She murmured as she laid her head on Bucky’s thighs, “I think I’m gonna sleep.”

He didn’t even have time to answer her, she was already deep asleep when he started to speak. After letting a few minutes pass, he picked her up – his metal arm under her back and the other behind her knees. He went to her bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed. Then he stared at her sleeping figure for a few seconds. That was when he realized he didn’t want to live without her anymore, that he wanted to be with her forever. It was also the first time Bucky finally admitted to himself that he was falling in love with Alice.

Alice woke up the following day in a surprisingly good mood. The sun was shining through the small windows of her hut, making her feel a warm embrace as soon as she opened her eyes. Later that night, she was going to talk with T’Challa. She usually spoke with Natasha at least once a week, to know if she was okay and if she needed help, but that hadn’t happened for almost two weeks, so Alice was worried about her friends. But first, she had to help Bucky with their chores.

Bucky was already in the fields, carrying hay bales to feed the animals. As Alice made her way to him, she felt her heart tighten and hear head was becoming dizzy. Something was wrong.

“BUCK!” She yelled, hoping he would hear her before she eventually passed out on the grass.

Luckily, he did hear her scream and went running to her. Grabbing her by her back and putting her on his shoulder, he sprinted to Shuri’s lab.

“What happened?” The princess of Wakanda asked as soon as she saw them enter.

“I don’t know,” Bucky replied as he put Alice down on one of the tables. “I heard her yell for me but when I got to her, she was already passed out.”

“Um, okay, I’m gonna run some tests,” Shuri replied in a hurry as she walked around her lab, looking for the things so she could see what was wrong with Alice. “Sergeant Barnes, you should wait outside in the meantime.”

Bucky was already shaking, afraid something bad was gonna happen to the person he loved the most. “No, no, I’m gonna stay with her. I should have followed your advice, I should have told her.”

“I wasn’t asking,” Shuri replied with a serious tone, “Please, leave. I can’t do this with you here. I’ll call you when I’m done.”

“But-”

“I’m not gonna say it again, Sergeant Barnes.” He sighed loudly but ended up doing as Shuri said and left the lab.

After what it seemed hours to Bucky – it was only one hour –, Shuri finally called him back. The waiting time had slowly killed him inside and he was a nervous wreck when he entered the lab again.

“Hey Buck,” he heard the sound he loved most in the whole world, “I’m fine, I swear.”

“She is,” Shuri chimed in, trying to appease the man, “I ran every test possible. Nothing is physically wrong with her.”

“But…” Alice started as she sat back on the table, “I still feel something-”

“So you’re not alright then?” Bucky quickly interrupted her and went to in front of her, “Can Shuri run the tests again?”

“Buck, relax,” she put her hand on his left shoulder, “As I was saying, I am physically okay, but I still feel something like, like someone squeezed my heart too hard? Metaphorically, I mean.” Alice tried to explain as best as she could, but it seemed impossible. Her heart was aching as if someone had stomped on it repeatedly and then stabbed it a million times more. She never felt something like this before in her whole life – at least, that she remembered. “I’m fine now. Let’s go back to work.”

“Maybe you should lay down a few more minutes?” Bucky questioned, still worried about her health. “A little more rest wouldn’t hurt.”

“I’m fine, Buck. Let’s go.” Alice got up from the table and started going towards the exit, “Thanks for everything Shuri! Bye!”

Bucky quickly waved goodbye to Shuri before he left after Alice. Like she said, both went back to work as if nothing occurred, but Alice couldn’t stop feeling her heart tightening. Something had happened, she just didn’t know what.

A couple of days after Alice’s incident, T’Challa received a call from a friend – Steve Rogers. Thanos was coming to Earth to get his precious stones and there was nothing that could stop him. As for Alice, her heart was better, but she still had sensation a bit.

After informing Shuri and Okoye of what was gonna happen, the king of Wakanda decided to go talk to the two soldiers, with the Dora Milaje’s leader and two guards, each with a big case on their arms.

“The Kingsguard and the Dora Milaje have been alerted,” Okoye informed as she strutted besides the King.

“And the Border Tribe?” T’Challa questioned, maintaining his fast pace at the same time.

“Those that are left.”

“Send word to the Jabari as well,” he quickly glanced at Okoye, flashing a small smirk at the same time. “M’Baku likes a good fight.”

Okoye nodded. “And what of these two?” She pointed at the two people they were approaching. Bucky was throwing bales of hay to a wooden cart, while Alice was sitting and chatting with three children.

“These two may be tired of war. But Onyx and the White Wolf have rested long enough.”

Alice stopped laughing with the children as soon as she saw T’Challa, Okoye and the two guards. She knew something was gonna happen, so she quickly got up and went to Bucky’s side. When they reached them, the two guards dropped the cases on top of the wooden cart and opened them. Inside the first one there was a dark grey and gold vibranium arm. On the other one, two of the most beautiful black knives Alice had ever seen were lying. Also made of vibranium.

Bucky glanced at the arm and then at Alice. His cheerful mood immediately changed, as he thought his fighting days were over. As for Alice, she shared the same look as him, even though she missed her Avengers days sometimes.

“Where’s the fight?” Bucky asked, visibly saddened by what he was gonna do in a near future.

“On its way,” T’Challa answered with a stern look.

“So… A giant purple alien is coming to Earth to get the stones and then wipe half of the population?” Alice asked one more time after T’Challa filled her in on what was going to happen. He nodded at her. “And we have wizards now? Like the Sanderson Sisters and Nancy Downs?”

T’Challa chuckled, “Not quite like them, but close enough. Any more questions?” He turned to Bucky, “Sergeant Barnes?”

Bucky shook his head, “No, I got it.”

“Well, let’s get dressed and kill this fucking giant purple thumb,” Alice added with enthusiasm. Soon, that enthusiasm was going to disappear once Steve and Natasha arrive to Wakanda and tell her the devasting news.

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