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bensolosbluesaber · 3 years

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Returning a Favor (Zemo x Reader fic)

TFATWS Ep. 4 Spoilers!!

Summary: When your old friend, Sam Wilson, needs your help in Riga you drop everything and go. You knew they broke Baron Helmut Zemo out of jail, but you didn't expect to bond with the villain. (AKA: I thought getting hit in the face by the Shield would at least leave a bruise. Here's how that would go down with a fourth person.)

CW: Blood, wounds, some creepy behavior (not from Zemo), a few Y/N inserts

No smut yet, just cute cuddles and taking care of each other. Maybe smut in the future though! Let me know if you want a Part 2 or added to a tag list for potential future fics! I think the reader can be any gender; I tried to write it that way and be inclusive, but please tell me if I messed up!

If you know me in real life, no you don't:) I write most of my fics on @aurora521 and write on AO3 and fanfiction.net under the same name. Please don't come for me about finding Zemo attractive.

Hope you enjoy!

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Returning a Favor

Meet me in Riga. -S

That was the text you received from Sam Wilson, your old military friend, yesterday. And now here you are, outside the Riga airport walking toward Sam in traditional undercover superhero attire- a baseball hat and sunglasses.

“Thanks for coming,” he greeted. “We have a little problem.”

“Is his name Baron Helmut Zemo by chance?” You asked, following him to a jet black sports car.

You were very aware of just what type of trouble Sam was getting himself into since you, a SWORD agent, still had access to all kinds of classified information.

“See for yourself,” Sam muttered, gesturing to the back door of the car and climbing in the driver's seat himself.

You hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and slid into the back. And yes, Zemo was there, lounging back with legs spread. He’s wearing a long coat with fur lining, a deep purple shirt, black pants, and shiny leather shoes. He nods to you and smirks ever so slightly. Bucky Barnes, who you had only heard about but recognized immediately, turns from his spot in the front seat and smiles at you.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N,” he says.

“And I you,” you respond.

Sam pulls out of the parking lot with a screech of tires. The ride is mostly silent, Sam and Bucky bickering occasionally. That made you smile, knowing that as much as Bucky annoyed Sam, this was the type of relationship he craved. Zemo watched you the entire drive, sizing you up.

The home they’re staying at is obviously the Baron's. He’s comfortable there, leaning against the counters, rifling through cabinets, lounging on the couch.

“So what am I doing here?” You finally asked.

The three men interact easily, and either Sam or Bucky is always watching Zemo. There’s no real need for a fourth person to get involved, at least not in your mind.

“Someone needs to babysit the Baron,” Sam explained with an annoyed sigh.

Zemo shrugged with a smirk so innocent it’s sinister. He’s still wearing that ridiculous coat.

“The two Avengers can’t handle him?”

“I believe your friends find it challenging to be around me,” Zemo answered for Sam.

“You shot a man in the head yesterday!” Sam snapped. “You antagonize Bucky at every turn. Forgive us for needing a break from whatever is happening in your fucked up head.”

Zemo tilts his head as if agreeing with everything Sam had just said.

“Anyway,” Bucky interrupted. “We have a lead on Karli. You can sleep off some jet lag while we’re gone, but starting tonight it’s your turn to keep track of him.”

You settled into a small bedroom. The moment your head hit the pillow, you fell asleep. At home it’s nearly ten at night; here it’s midday.

The trio is back all too soon, heralded by a slam of a door, and you force yourself to wake up to adjust to the time change as rapidly and effectively as possible. As you open the door to the living room, Bucky is stalking toward Zemo. He grabs the teacup from Zemo’s hand and hurls it against the wall.

“You wanna see what someone can do with leverage?” Bucky growled, staring at Zemo with an unnerving glint in his eyes.

“Take it easy. Don’t engage him,” Sam jumped up and grabbed Bucky’s arm. “He’s just gonna extort you and do that stupid head tilt thing.”

Bucky’s face softened slightly. Zemo stops tilting his head.

“Let me make a call,” Sam says and walks away.

“You want some cherry blossom tea?” Zemo offers Bucky with a mocking tone.

“No. You go ahead,” Bucky hissed, and after a moment of staring, he followed Sam out of the room.

You had watched Zemo for that entire exchange, noticed the slightest flinch and hint of fear when Bucky had grabbed that cup. The moment the other two men are gone and Zemo thinks he’s alone, he pours himself another cup. His hand is steady, but he draws a sharp, unsteady breath.

You move out of the room, and Zemo looks up at you from his spot on the couch. Without a word, you walk into the kitchen, taking a roll of paper towels and carefully picking up the shattered glass.

“I can do that,” Zemo says, speaking directly to you for the first time.

His voice is calm, accent thick.

“It’s alright,” you answer, then gasp sharply as a piece slices your pointer finger from tip to palm. “Fuck.”

You set the bloody piece with the pile of glass and hold a paper towel to your hand. You used the other hand to wipe tea off the wall and floor before picking up the glass piled on a paper towel and placing it in the trash, carefully tucked in other garbage.

“Let me.”

Zemo’s voice behind you makes you jump. You eye him for a moment wondering if there is some ulterior motive, some way he could hurt you or hold you hostage. Nothing comes to mind, not with Sam and Bucky so close, so you hold out your bleeding hand. He clicks his tongue at the wound.

When he takes your hand in his, his fingers are soft and warm. He moves your wound under a faucet and lets water run, rinsing the blood down the sink. He squeezes the wound a bit, and you wince as it begins to bleed more.

“We bleed to clean our wounds. It is the body’s way of protecting itself,” he says and presses a towel to your finger as he shuts off the water. “Ironic isn’t it. The very thing meant to protect us from future danger, often kills us first.”

“I’m not here to debate the ethics of superheroes with you.”

“Hold that,” he lets go of your hand and opens another cabinet. “I know how I feel about enhanced humans. There is nothing for me to debate.”

Zemo takes your hand back in his. You watch his face as he works. He uses his mouth to remove the wrapping from a butterfly bandage. The bleeding has slowed, and he uses the bandage to pull your torn skin back together. The cut isn’t terrible, certainly not the worst injury you’ve ever had, but it will scar. He adds two more strips, then places an absorbent pad over it and wraps it all in gauze.

“When we get back, I’ll change that for you.”

“I’ll hope you don’t get killed then,” you offer with a grateful smile.

He doesn’t respond but gestures to you to join on the couch. You do, keeping what you feel is a safe distance between the two of you. Zemo hands you a cup of warm tea, but as you grab it, he doesn’t let go. Your undamaged fingers brush his for a long moment and he chuckles.

“Promise not to take after your friend James? I quite like this tea set.”

Your eyebrows knit together as he smiles at his own joke and finally surrenders the cup to you. That’s the last words you two exchange, and when Bucky and Sam return ready for the next part of the mission, they find the two of you sitting in silence sharing a pot of tea.

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When the three men returned, Sam and Bucky held an unconscious Zemo between them. You jumped off the couch, the book you had been reading discarded, and let them lay Zemo down.

“What happened?”

“John Walker,” the two men answered in the same disgusted tone.

You leaned over Zemo, finally seeing the blood and bruise on his right temple.

“This one disappeared for a few minutes, shot Karli-”

“Didn’t kill her,” Sam interrupted, sounding relieved.

Much like Sam, you sympathized with Karli’s motives if not her methods. And much like Sam, you were glad she hadn’t died.

“Then Walker knocked him out with the shield,” Bucky finished.

There was no jab at Sam this time for which you were grateful.

“Which is the only useful thing he did,” Sam added. “Zemo destroyed the rest of the serum, so right now he’s above Walker in my book.”

You looked down at Zemo, blood had dripped down his face and neck, though most of it was dried now. His eyelids twitched as he slept.

“Are you two okay?” You asked as you walked toward the bathroom.

“Fine. We ditched Walker, but we’ll need to get out of here as soon as we figure out what to do with Karli,” Sam answered, collapsing on the couch with a heavy sigh.

You dampened a washcloth in the bathroom and on your way back to the living room, grabbed the first aid kit Zemo had used on you earlier.

“What are you doing? He’ll be fine,” Bucky muttered.

He was sitting next to Sam now.

“Returning a favor,” you answered as you knelt at Zemo’s side.

You dabbed at the drying blood with the cloth, wiping it off his cheek, out of his hair. Somehow the coat came out unscathed. Sam and Bucky were talking about something behind you, but you were entirely focused on the unconscious man.

Zemo had a handsome, aristocratic face, and he walked like royalty, like he was untouchable. This was evidence he wasn’t.

You moved to the actual wound next. The cloth was soft, unreasonably so. A large hand wrapped around your wrist, squeezing tightly. You inhale sharply and shift your gaze to Zemo’s hand then his eyes. When your eyes met his, he seemed to relax, releasing you and letting his hand fall at his side.

“Apologies,” he grunted, mouth twitching with pain.

“It’s alright,” you answer calmly, very aware that the other men had stopped talking and were fixated on a potential threat. “Turn your head please.”

You put a hand on his cheek and turned him to face you to get a better look at the wound that was still seeping slowly.

“The new Captain America might force me to reconsider my stance on superheroes. I would enjoy seeing Sam and James have a go at him,” Zemo said as you prod the wound.

You wiped the cut with antiseptic, and Zemo hissed a bit at that but said nothing. Then, just like he had done to you, you placed three butterfly bandages on the cut. It wasn’t deep, just long and jagged.

“You’re my new favorite,” he joked with a little grin.

You laughed and walked to the kitchen for some ice. There were no packs, so you grabbed a bag of frozen peas, wrapped them in a towel and set it gently on Zemo’s temple.

“I can’t have you dying when I need this changed tonight,” you said, holding up a finger.

When you turned around, Sam and Bucky had both stretched out on the couch. They both wore annoyed expressions that Zemo got a whole couch and they got one to share. Bucky bumped Sam’s foot with his own, much to your amusement and Sam’s annoyance. He kicked his partner back, and you decided not to interrupt their little couples spat. Instead, you move to sit on the ground.

Zemo grabbed your wrist again, this time gently. He tucked his legs up, folding them into a V, and motioned you to share his couch. And you did, sitting in the same spot you had earlier, this time near his feet still clad in shiny black leather shoes.

“Hey, you two,” Sam called. “What’s this cozy little couch situation going on here?”

“You two could have a cozy little couch situation too if you’d just talk to each other,” Zemo shot back.

He didn’t even look at Sam, just held the frozen vegetables to his face, eyes closed.

“Y/N?” Zemo asked after a moment. “Can you get me an Advil? Or better yet, some sort of alcoholic beverage?”

“I’m not your servant, Zemo,” you sighed but stood and poured him a glass of some expensive alcohol from a bottle with Sokovian writing.

He sipped it, setting it on his chest between sips as he lounged on the couch with you. Bucky was watching you out the corner of his eye, and you were watching Zemo. Every few sips he would grimace, his lips pressing together and chest catching. Then he’d relax, exhale softly and shift the peas back into place. Eventually you picked up your book and began to read again.

Sam left the room to take a phone call a few hours later and came back shaking.

“Karli threatened Sarah, my nephews. I have to meet with her. Alone.”

“I’m coming with you,” Bucky jumped in, already on his feet. “Walker will be there, and you can’t handle the Super Soldiers and Captain Propaganda on your own.”

Zemo was either asleep or doing a good job pretending beside you. The pea bag had been returned to the freezer. He’d discarded his coat and was now wearing only his black pants and a deep purple shirt with shoulder holsters.

“You got him?” Sam pointed to the sleeping man.

“That’s what I’m here for,” you answered, setting the book aside and watching them prepare to leave.

Both men donned their costumes, Sam strapping his wings on, Bucky ripping the sleeve off of yet another jacket so his metal arm could move freely.

“Call me- us if you need backup,” you shouted after them, knowing full well they would do no such thing.

“If we aren’t back in two hours, take his ass back to jail,” Bucky called back.

Baron Zemo woke up the minute the door slammed shut, which made you doubt he’d been sleeping at all.

“And now it is only us,” he said in that thick Sokovian accent. “I will cook us something for dinner.”

He moved into the kitchen, boiling a pot of water while you watched. You perched yourself on the counter near him as he searched through cabinets. When he noticed you, he paused and chuckled before returning to the cooking. You watched in silence, keeping a close eye on him when he picked up a knife and began chopping tomatoes from a can.

He handed you a bowl of thin noodles with a thick red sauce. It smelled delicious.

“A traditional and simple Sokovian dish, a comfort food you might say,” he explained and joined you on the counter. “I made enough for Sam and James. Call me an optimist.”

Zemo didn’t talk much, you realized, as you enjoyed the food in silence. It was delicious, a bit like pasta. Suddenly, the back door clicked open. You glance around nervously, realizing just how wrong this felt.

“They shouldn’t be back yet,” you say quietly. “And they wouldn’t come in the back.”

“My old associates must have found me,” Zemo jumps off the table, and you notice the same nervousness as when Bucky threw the cup. He cannot know about James or Sam.”

You can hear a single person strolling toward the kitchen in heavy boots.

“I’m going to kiss you,” Zemo whispered, and before you could even process the words, he was standing between your legs and pressing his lips to yours.

His movements are slow and careful, trying not to be invasive as he moves his hands to your back, sliding one up to the back of your head. You wrap an arm around his waist and slide the other hand up the front of his purple shirt, splaying your fingers across his chest. His lips are soft and warm as they move against yours. His hand keeps you from pulling away, not that you’d want to.

“I heard you were back in Riga,” a new voice chuckled. “I had to see for myself.”

Zemo pulls back, feigning surprise, but kept an arm protectively around you.

“And as you have undoubtedly noticed, I am quite busy,” he replied. “Perhaps you could come back tomorrow? I’d prefer not to discuss our business in front of…”

Zemo nods to you. You were staring at the man who you recognized from work files. He was a former Shield agent. When Shield fell, he used the chaos for his own advantage, working for neither Shield nor Hydra and killing anyone who stood in his way. You suspected, but couldn’t be sure, that some of your best friends had been killed by him. Fortunately, you had enough self-control not to shoot him. His mere presence made you tense and uncomfortable.

“Of course, Baron,” he grinned and look at you in a way that made you shift closer to Zemo. “I’ll see you tomorrow, noon. The usual place.”

He gave the two of you one last look and left with a wink to Zemo. Even when the other man had gone, Zemo’s hands were still holding you against him.

“We will have to be gone before noon tomorrow,” he said looking down at you.

For some reason, you were both still wrapped around each other.

“You know who he is?” Zemo said, a statement masquerading as a question. “I am sorry.”

Your face was only inches from him, and you could smell his cologne. Zemo used the hand on your head to pull you against his shoulder. You set your head there, face turned into his neck, and inhaled deeply. And there he sat and you stood, hugging tightly for no real reason except that no one else was there.

Zemo pressed a soft kiss to your head, and rather than protest you let his lips linger. Finally, his head fell on your shoulder. After a moment, he slid you off the counter, took your hand, and led you back to the couch. Without asking, the two of you settled together on the couch, so close your sides pressed against each other. He pulled a gun out of his shoulder holster, and you froze until he set it down on the table, smirking a little.

“I don’t make a habit of shooting people I’ve just kissed,” he chuckled and raised an arm for you to lean against him.

You raised an eyebrow at him, surprised at the forwardness. You shouldn’t be, after all, he had just kissed you and held you on the counter of his kitchen. Helmut Zemo made no sense to you, but in the end, you curled against him. He shifted to lay on his back, head propped on the pillows he was laying on earlier while you tucked yourself beside him, head on his chest.

Zemo wrapped an arm around you. You put a hand on his chest, fingering the purple shirt. He was warm and soft, and you had to remind yourself that you could not fall asleep while you are supposed to be watching him.

“Why are we doing this?” You whisper. “Why are you doing this?”

“Why are you?” Zemo turns his head toward you.

“I haven’t had someone to do this with in a long time,” you answer slowly, cautiously, knowing full well this was a man who could turn on you on an instant or hold onto information until the moment it was advantageous to him.

“Neither have I,” He replied. “German prisons don’t allow much physical contact. Besides, I hope that with enough time perhaps I may kiss you again.”

You tilted your head up to see a grin tugging at the side of his lips, lips that had been on yours a few minutes ago.

“Maybe with enough time,” you answer and brush a lose strand of hair out of his eyes, letting your hand trail over the bruise on his face.

He caged your hand in his, bringing your joined hands back to his chest and holding them there. You felt the rise and fall of his breaths and it soothed you. When they grew deep and steady and the tension seemed to fall from his body, you realized he was truly asleep, not faking like earlier. Soon and against your better judgment, you were dozing off in his arms tossing a leg over his so your limbs tangled together.

Your last thought before you fell asleep was how warm and comfortable you felt with Helmut Zemo, and how completely ludicrous such a thought was.

It wasn’t long before the door opening woke you, still secure in Zemo’s arms. You tried to move, sit up so Sam and Bucky wouldn’t see this little arrangement. You failed. Bucky came in first, stopping in his tracks as he saw the scene on the couch.

“What are you doing? Keep walk- what?” Sam ran right into Bucky’s back then froze.

Their eyes were wide as they stared. Zemo shifted awake beneath you, and you could imagine the smirk on his face. Bucky’s metal fist clenched, and Sam, ever the peacemaker grabbed his arm and opted for a more amicable approach.

“One of you better start talking.”

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babybluebex · 3 years

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me and my husband [baron zemo x reader]

summary ↠ in the process of making sure zemo is okay after a fight in latvia, you find a way to put captain john walker in his place. pairing ↠ baron zemo x fem!reader (y/n) word count ↠ 1.6k warnings ↠ explicit language, itty bitty tfatws ep. 4 spoilers, john walker being misogynistic and a Total Dick a/n ↠ (yes the title is a mitski reference) enjoy! masterlist/taglist in bio! (also thank u @therenlover for your invaluable support and screaming in my instagram dms)

As far as you were concerned, John Walker could rot in hell.

You had only just heard the fight break out, the smashing of glass making your quicken your step, and you had rushed into the room the moment that Walker, in his infinite prickishness, had hurtled that dumb metal shield through the air. You had watched it collide against your husband’s cheek, and Helmut had gone limp instantly and crumpled to the floor.

“What the hell?” you had cried, enraged, and Bucky and Sam were quick to come in after you. “What the fuck was that for, you prick?”

John Walker had given you a confused look, then looked to his partner, then to Sam and Bucky. Originally, Sam had initially been opposed to bringing you along on their mission to retrieve information about the Flag Smashers, but your husband had extended an ultimatum: “She comes with me, or I don’t come at all.” They needed Zemo to get into Madripoor, so the Americans sighed and allowed you to come. You yourself weren’t quite sure why Zemo was insistent that you come with him, but, the moment you saw him get hit by Captain America’s shield, it made sense: to vouch for him when he couldn’t.

“Who’re you?” John had asked carefully, and Sam huffed out a laugh.

“Aw, this’ll be good,” Sam had mumbled as you stormed towards John. Your shoes clicked against the floor as you came chest to chest with him, and you planted your hands on your hips.

“My name is Zemo,” you had told him. “And you just gave my husband a concussion.”

John stared at you for a minute, then at Helmut at his feet, then back at you. “Husband?” he replied. “But he’s been in jail for seven years.”

“Of all the people to explain my relationship to, you are not high on that list,” you spat. “Now, get him up.”

John looked around at his compatriots in obvious confusion, and Bucky sighed. “Just do it, man,” he mumbled.

“And why won’t you do it?” John asked.

“Because he’s not the one with the giant metal trash can lid strapped to his arm,” you said. “You are. You are the one who hurt my husband, and you are going to fix this. So, Captain, I suggest you move him from the middle of the floor.”

And now, finally back in the small Latvian flat, you were able to properly tend to Helmut. He had come to just as John had set him on the sofa, and you could gauge that he was concussed. It didn’t seem too bad, but he was still a bit disoriented. Helmut gave a small groan, certainly one of pain, and you whispered, “There he is. How’re you feeling, love?”

Helmut glanced around you for a moment, trying to get his bearings, and he mumbled, “What happened?”

“An American oaf with a trash can lid took you out,” you explained. “He got you in the face pretty good.” Gingerly, you skimmed your fingers over his cheek, testing for any tenderness, and you heard a low groan escape him when you touched the red patch on his face. “Let me get you an ice pack.”

“I can do it, mein Schatz,” Helmut began, but you gently pushed on his chest to keep him down.

“Hel, please,” you sighed. “You need to rest. Let me take care of you.”

After a moment, your husband sighed and laid back down, and he rested his head back on a pillow. Just as you stood up, Helmut reached out and grabbed your hand tightly. “You’re too good to me,” he mumbled, stroking his thumb along the back of your hand. “What would I do without you?”

“There’s no telling,” you sighed, and you leaned down to kiss him. He kissed back, a bit weak and tired, but his hand on yours spoke the words that his kiss didn’t. “Take off your jacket, my love, you’ll get too warm.”

You walked across the space to the bathroom, and you grabbed a small hand towel to run under some cold water. As you did your task at the kitchen sink, you heard John, Bucky, Lamar, and Sam all muttering between themselves, and you hardly listened to it. You expected it to be some drivel about teamwork or patriotism or whatever it was that any conversation with Captain America turned to, but you finally tuned in when you heard your husband’s name. “Zemo’s got you two cornered,” John said. “Making you do his shit for him. And he demanded to bring her along? Why didn’t you say no?”

“We needed him,” Bucky replied. “And there’s no him without her.”

“Oh, they’re some sorta Bonnie and Clyde?” John huffed. “You’re harboring a fugitive here. A-And you! You’d really put your wife in danger like this?”

“Mein Schatz is resourceful,” you heard Helmut mutter, and you drained the rag of excess water before moving back to him as he spoke. “Smart, clever, and cunning; I married her for a reason.”

You sat on the floor next to him and settled the cold rag over his eyes. He smiled a little and gave a quiet groan, and you rested your hand on his chest. He had done as you had asked and taken off his coat, but you still saw the red flush under his collar. Carefully, you reached up and undid the top few buttons in his wine-colored shirt, and you gave a playful tug at his gold necklace. “Can I get you anything?” you asked him quietly; you spoke in Sokovian, for no other reason than to make John and Lamar squirm.

“Bourbon?” Helmut asked, following your linguistic lead.

“Of course,” you replied. You took his hand off of his stomach and gave his knuckles a kiss, and added, “Anything else?”

“A kiss,” Helmut said, and he gave a quiet little laugh. “I can’t see your face, my treasure, but I know you’re grimacing at me.”

“Never,” you said with a click of your tongue, but you sat up on your knees and pressed a soft kiss to your husband’s lips. You liked kissing Helmut Zemo, especially moments like this, when it was just you and him. Of course, you were surrounded by men who were all bigger and stronger than both of you, but your mother language gave you a feeling of exclusion that you welcomed.

“Alright, whatever the fuck this is has gotta stop,” John groaned, and you broke away from the kiss slowly. “Listen, we’ve put up with a lot of your shit, Zemo, but your little cock-sleeve or whatever she is is taking things one step too far.”

Helmut sighed with the weight of the insult, took up your hand blindly and squeezed, and he whispered, “Go easy on him, won’t you?”

“Would you?” you asked, and planted a quick kiss to his cheek. You stood carefully and smoothed out your shirt, and then you turned to John. He truly was an impressive figure, but you felt his uneasiness radiating off of him. You were the player, and he the instrument; you only had to find the right chord. “First of all,” you began. “Insulting a woman because she likes to have sex? Low blow, Walker. I thought that Cap respected women.”

“He does,” Bucky said. “He’s supposed to.”

“I’m not Steve--”

“Did I ever say Steve?” you snapped. “No, I said Cap. Captain America is a title and a role that you should be fucking thankful for, and you treat it like a curse that’s been put on you. Cap protects and serves, and look at what you’ve done while you’ve had that shield: you’ve been frolicking around on television and causing more trouble than you’re worth.”

Sam gave an affirmative grunt from over your shoulder, and, if you had been facing him, you would have seen the way he pressed his fist into Zemo’s shoulder with a smile.

“You may not be Steve,” you said, taking a step closer. “I truly doubt that the world needs another Steve Rogers. But Captain America is supposed to inspire peace and freedom and trust and all of those American buzzwords, and you’re doing a piss-poor job at it. You have to trust that Sam and Bucky are making the right decisions here, even if those decisions involve me and my husband.” You paused and titled your head in trademark Zemo fashion, a habit you had picked up from Helmut, and you said, “I think that you’re forgetting that you’re in the presence of a man-- the man-- who managed to dismantle the Avengers. Bucky wouldn’t have gotten him out of prison without a good fuckin’ reason, and I think that his help’s been pretty invaluable. But what do I know, right? I’m just his little cock-sleeve.”

You pushed John aside in order to go to the kitchen area and fulfill Helmut’s request of a drink, and you felt proud of yourself. You had wanted to put him in his place ever since you had first heard of him, and your stomach was warm with pride.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Zemo,” John called across the room as you settled a few ice cubes into a small tumbler. “Sometimes I just… I’m sorry.”

“I’m not sure if I want to accept that apology or not,” you replied. “Let me sleep on it.” You brought the drink back to Helmut, and he moved himself to sit up on the couch properly. You took the cool towel from his face and carefully pressed it to the back of his warm neck, and you watched John and Lamar exchange uncomfortable glances. “Oh, and, Captain?” you added, and he turned to look at you. “Missus is nice, but it’s Baroness Zemo to you.”

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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saturday night sleepover masterlist (always updating!)

to keep my main masterlist from getting too big (hint: it’s already too big) I will be putting all the headcanon and drabble requests I fill during my saturday night sleepovers here! I’ll update every week (hopefully on sunday but we’ll see)

2/13

lee bodecker with a shy reader

yandere!lance tucker

alpha!ransom and omega!reader

stucky x petite!reader

epilogue for bankrupt

epilogue for the wrong idea (which already has 5 or so epilogues but this is a bonus one and the furthest in the future)

fluff with daddy!bucky and little!reader

dark!bruce banner

follow-up to home for the holidays set on valentine’s day

2/20

soft!dark nomad!steve

comforting bucky after a nightmare (but smuttier than the last time I wrote that lol)

epilogue for the perfect fit

dark!ransom kidnaps the reader

dark-ish/yandere alpha!ransom

you find out (dark/yandere) bucky planned your entire lives and manipulated you

alpha!charles blackwood

forced into a breeding experiment with the winter soldier

calling bruce ‘dr. banner’ during sex

2/27

alpha!freezy

daddy!lee x little!reader

unrequited love angst with bucky

dark!therapist!bucky ‘helps’ his married client

kiss prompts:

‘Kiss Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing’ with mafia!bucky

‘When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More’ with jake jensen

‘War’s End Kiss’ with bucky

‘Kiss Under a Full Moon’ with dark!chase collins

‘Needing To Kiss To Hide From Bad Guys’ with johnny storm

‘Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing’ with johnny storm

‘Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up’ with ransom drysdale

3/6

dark!lee is inexplicably in 2021

dark!jake is your roommate

gunplay with the winter soldier

sharing a room with stucky

dark!40s!steve is obsessed with a singer

soft!dark alpha!bruce

dark!alpha!bruce

dialogue prompts:

"do you see them when you look at me?" with bucky

"we should skinny dip" with jake jensen

"on your knees" and "I'm gonna ruin that pretty makeup" with freezy

"I trust you. do it." with bruce

"lipstick's a good look on you" with lance tucker

3/13

alpha!40s bucky and omega!reader + part 2

soft!dark mike weiss and his nurse

soft daddy lee helps the reader relax

breeding and jealousy with dark!sam

breeding and biting with alpha!ransom

fluff with soft!lance tucker

yandere prompts: (all dark!)

“that fits you so well! no it’s not too revealing!” + “come here baby” with lee

“stay still! you don’t want to make me angry” with jefferson

“these are yours? I had no idea!” with jake jensen

“baby come out wherever you are” with nat, bruce, and peter

“this hurts? imagine your girl flirting with other men” with soft!dark lee

“I wonder how much more you can take of this until you finally break” + “I love how you beg for me to stop” with daddy!jake jensen

“get up! it’d be a pain to have to drag you” with loki

3/20

cuddling with daddy!bucky

soft!dark jake jensen a/b/o

lee bodecker and sister!reader (warning: incest)

soft!dark alphas ransom and andy

soft!dark(ish) jefferson with stepsister!reader (warning: stepcest)

alpha!tony with a breeding kink

more fluff with soft!lance tucker

soft!dark alpha bruce

mini-sequel for the martyrdom of st. valentine (warning: slightly stepcest? fostercest? is that a thing?)

dark!bucky makes ‘amends’ (slight tfatws ep 1 spoilers)

4/10

comforting bucky after he is deprogrammed in wakanda

shower sex with johnny storm

mini-sequel to dishonorable discharge (warning: incest, dark)

comforting chubby!charles blackwood

hooking up with alt!bucky

touchstarved!zemo

soft!lance tucker comforts the reader

dark!chase collins plans to create the perfect heir with his half-sister (warning: incest)

alpha!zemo and half-sister omega!reader (warning: incest)

4/17

daddy!stucky and little!reader

stepbrother!peter parker (warning: stepcest)

soft!dark zemo takes you with him when he escapes

alpha!zemo and half-sister omega!reader, part two (warning: incest)

dark!steve with breeding and size kinks

sam lets bucky and steve watch

pet play with lance tucker

dumbification kink with jake wyler

4/24

dark!daddy!bruce ignores the safe word

yandere!peter parker is your barista

dark!bucky shares you with his friends

sub!zemo with mommy kink

you only marry zemo to have his heir but catch real feelings (+ part 2)

5/1

daddy!zemo and little!reader plus dumbification and aftercare

dark!carter baizen bullies the reader

[brief ramble about dark!laszlo kreizler]

sequel to dark!lee in 2021

sub!laszlo kreizler

soft!dark, brother!jake jensen (warning: incest)

continuation for peaches & cream

vampire!zemo

5/8

random drabble about young!zemo

3-in-1: enemies to lovers with zemo, fake dating with bucky, and sharing a bed with bruce

the return of soft!lance

escort!bucky

arranged marriage with zemo

soft!dark sharon (kinda?)

5/22

free use with stucky

dark!laszlo kreizler coerces a virgin patient

domme!pepper potts

epilogue for twice

yandere!alex kerner

hooking up with anthony mackie in his trailer

5/29

soft!dark sharon carter

somnophilia and breeding with dark!zemo

aunt may with bondage and mommy kink

yandere!andrea marowski

dark!ransom and mr. freezy kidnapping

headcanons about daniel brühl with an injured SO

6/5

dark!din djarin wants a replacement child

dark!charles blackwood and his half-sister (warning: incest/halfcest)

yandere!skinny!steve stalks a stripper!reader

sharon shares her pet with sam, bucky, and zemo

anal with zemo

dark!obi wan ‘trains’ his padawan

pure fluff with jake jensen

yandere!david kern

6/12

you and bucky are sharon’s playthings

andy barber freely uses his housewife

somnophilia with daddy!bucky

dark!loki as d.b. cooper

laszlo helps you during a panic attack (male reader)

alex kerner gets angry when you accuse him of cheating (soft!dark...?)

dubcon breastfeeding with natasha

general hux with a breeding kink

6/19

how mobius and bunny first got together (prequel to loop)

alpha!zemo in the raft

sub!loki and domme!reader

7/10

dark!heike and helmut breed you

a deep dive into bucky’s kinks

mobius and bunny try something new

quick blurbs about (most of) the bruhl bunch

mob!zemo punishes you for hiding something from him

how bucky would react to petnames

7/17

dark!alpha!mobius

making a deal with demon!zemo

just a ramble about laszlo teaching his wife to enjoy sex

alpha!laszlo when you go into heat

free use with peter parker

8/7

sub!colonel!zemo has a knife kink

ceo!thor with a naive new secretary

breeding kink with alex kerner

laszlo teaches his sheltered wife to love sex (continuation of this)

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biisexualemma · 3 years

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winter soldier. bucky barnes

word count: 2348

warnings: a bit of violence

requested: N/A

plot: you have to watch bucky fight like the winter soldier

a/n: i wrote this literally like thirty minutes after i watched ep.3 of tfatws! it is basically bucky's fight scene in the club because it's literally all i can think about after that episode (jesus christ it had me feeling a lot of things) but from your perspective. so i wrote this, same idea, some things changed slightly, e.g. you are also working with sam and bucky-- anyway! hope you like!

pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / masterlist

"winter soldier."

you clenched your jaw, your teeth grinding together, eyes glued to bucky's vacant expression. your stomach was in knots. you were against the plan to begin with, but you had no choice but to take zemo's lead on this. that didn't mean you trusted him one bit, not after what he put your friends through. your hand remained firmly tucked against your thigh, where your knife was strapped to your leg.

you could feel your chest rising and falling faster as the man approached zemo from behind, your heart beating harder in your chest. the main reason behind your not wanting to go through with this mission was bucky. you knew how hard he worked every day to remove himself from his past, and here he was, again, placed right in the middle of everything he wanted to forget. the only reason you agreed to it was bucky's reassurance that he could handle it.

but right now, you were reminded of the man you met many years ago for the first time, only without the mask.

the man's hand fell onto zemo's shoulder. "attack," he spoke in the eerily familiar tongue.

he didn't hesitate, his vibranium arm snatched the man's hand away from zemo, you swore you heard something crack. you clutched your knife, yanking it out of it's holder, but before you got any further, sam's hand was restraining you. he didn't look your way, holding his cover, instead you both watched bucky drag the man away from the three of you, twisting his arm behind his back to where you heard another disturbingly loud crack.

you tried to keep your cover, but you couldn't help but flinch watching him use his full force to plough his vibranium arm against the mans chest, knocking him off his feet. his body slammed against the hard floor and you gulped, sam's hand tightening around your wrist when you made to move again.

"hold it," you glanced at sam for a split second, his eyebrows knitted tightly together watching the winter soldier in action, but he knew the consequences if he made to intervene. you could tell it was unsettling sam just as much as it was you, to watch bucky like this. but you had no choice but to stand and watch your boyfriend ruin anyone who came within a foot of him.

the bar was silent, the only sounds to be heard were the muffled groans coming from the man at bucky's feet. you noticed some of the people surrounding the fight had pulled out their phones and began recording the scene. you wanted to snatch them away and crumple them, but resolved to taking a deep breath and biting down on your tongue as hard as you could. you just had to endure for a little while longer and then it would be over.

you watched as bucky took apart two more men who came swinging towards him, zemo's expression was full of more amusement than you cared for. you felt blood trickling in your mouth, the metallic taste filling your taste buds after you had flinched and bit down harder on your tongue.

if sam hadn't been there to physically restrain you, you would've intervened long before this could start. you knew bucky was no longer controlled by zemo, but watching him fight like this was a brutal reminder of everything bucky had done and been through. you dreaded to think how it was making him feel having to slip back into the mindlessly violent nature that had been drilled into him.

sam's eyes darted around, watching bucky take out one guy after the next. zemo couldn't keep himself out of it, he shoved forward a bystander, watching, almost gleefully, as bucky threw a swing at the man, spinning him backwards before delivering another blow so forceful it took out another man standing behind him. your breath hitched in your throat, you couldn't stop yourself from cringing when another man was thrown off his feet, his spine cracking harshly against the metal joists when bucky's metal arm collided with his torso and sent him flying.

your ears were ringing slightly, your throat tightening the longer you watched this go on. "didn't take much for him to fall back into form," you heard zemo lean into sam's ear to mumble this but you caught it. you were going to kill that man yourself after this mission was over.

sam's grip loosened on your wrist when bucky clenched his metal hand around one man's neck, lifting him off his feet and slamming him down against the bar. you moved away from sam before he could stop you, your eyes wide with fear when bucky tightened his grip, the man's gasps for air were all that could be heard, that, and the cocking of several guns.

your hand moved from its position on your knife, to the cool metal of bucky's arm where he stood slowly cutting off this mans air supply. you clenched your hand tightly to pull him away, but he didn't shift, his intense gaze was locked on the man beneath him.

"stay in character or the whole bar turns on us," zemo muttered under his breath, his eyes wide and locked on yours. you hesitated, but pulled yourself away, not wanting to be the reason this mission was unsuccessful after everything you'd done to get to this point. you knew how much was riding on this.

you let out short, strained breaths, your eyes still locked on bucky's unwavering expression. you wondered how much he still felt in control of himself, or whether he was simply just keeping up the act.

"well done, soldier," zemo spoke after a brief silence. your stomach churned every time he would use that tongue to speak to bucky.

you watched bucky's eyes shift up to the bartender, his eyebrows slightly knitted and his hand slowly unclenching from around the mans throat. the man let out a strained wheeze, the breath returning to his lungs as bucky released his grip and let him fall to the ground with a thud behind him.

bucky could hear your loud, jagged breathing as you stood as close as possible to him without raising suspicion. he almost broke away when he felt your hand grip his arm earlier. but he didn't dare look to you, instead he kept his stare locked on the bartender in front of him, waiting for the words.

"silby will see you now," the bartender was watching bucky with an uneasy expression across his face. you watched bucky's chest rising and falling, you wanted desperately to reach out and touch his hand but you had to remind yourself why you were in this position to begin with. you needed to follow zemo's lead, find the source of the super-soldier serum and then you could deal with how you were feeling later.

"you good?" your voice came out smaller than you intended it to. you studied his expression from his profile, his tight lips and clenched jaw, waiting for him to break and look at you, but he didn't. he let out a quiet, hmph, nodding once before following zemo and sam to the back of the club.

you wished you were back in the club watching bucky beat those guys to a pulp, because after the past few hours, things somehow managed to go from bad to worse. your lead was now dead, literally, you bumped into sharon, of all people, who was meaner than you ever remember her being, and there was also a bounty on all of your heads.

currently, you were sat alone after having picked out fresh clothes from sharon's closet. she had reluctantly let you guys crash at her place, agreeing to help find a lead to doctor nagel.

you weren't sure how long you'd been sat staring at the wall in front of you until you heard footsteps approaching the room you were in. you didn't have to look to know who it was, you already knew. he sat beside you quietly, without saying a word. you could feel his eyes on you for a while before you forced yourself to meet his gaze. it was the first time you'd looked at him as himself, since the incident earlier. you gulped, his blue eyes not shifting from your own for even a second.

"hey," he mumbled softly. your eyebrows knitted into a delicate frown, you found yourself biting down on your tongue again. "you good?" you nodded, close lipped as you shifted your eyes from his face and down to your hands. you hadn't noticed your hands had clenched into tight fists.

after a brief silence, you felt your fingers uncurl, bucky's hand now enclosed in your fist. you let out a shaky breath, revelling in the comfort his touch brought you. you fiddled with his fingers, a habit you had when you were anxious that bucky let you use him for.

"are you good?" you gulped, glancing at him for a second before focusing on your tangled hands again. he nodded, letting out a quiet hum.

"i wouldn't've gone in there if i thought i couldn't handle it," you nodded, feeling his hand squeeze yours briefly. "i came to check on you."

your eyes fluttered, a wave of tire washing over you suddenly. you shook your head. "i'm fine, don't worry," you said it out of habit, but you knew bucky was the type to always worry. especially when it came to you.

"i never wanted you to have to see that again," you knew he was referring to the winter soldier. you had fought him back in the day with sam, nat and steve, before any of you knew who he really was. you'd been through a lot together, only recently had you become more than friends. or at least, you were trying to give it a go, things just kept getting in the way.

"i hardly saw anything," you tried to lie to ease his conscience. you sighed, looking up into his eyes again, they were soft and inviting, his lashes fluttering slightly when you met his gaze.

"you've always been a terrible liar," he tightened his lips into a halfhearted, closed-mouthed smile, trying to ease some of your anxiety. you mimicked his weak attempt at a smile, moving closer to him and leaning your head atop his shoulder. he shifted his free arm around your waist, tugging you as close to him as possible, leaning down to press a lingering kiss atop your head.

"i just want you to be safe, buck," you admitted. "i don't like that you're having to go through all this again-- what with zemo-- and this place-- i see how people look at you, how they talk to you."

"i know, doll," he mumbled, his lips resting softly against your temple now. you tried to relish in the short amount of time you had alone with him, your eyes closing for a moment as you breathed in his scent. "i don't like it either, but it's just for a bit longer."

you hummed quietly, letting yourself relax in his arm. your hand was still tangled with his own, your fidgeting had stopped and instead you let your fingers intertwine with his, him squeezing your hand now and again for reassurance.

"thank you for looking out for me," he spoke after a while of you two embracing each others company. "it's been a while, but it's a nice feeling."

you lifted your head, tilting your head back to get a good look at his face. he looked tired, but still wore a small, appreciative smile on his lips, along with his soft gaze. you felt your stomach flutter, you couldn't disguise a similar smile working it's way onto your lips. something about bucky was so sweet, in his nature, he cared so much for the people around him even if he was bad at communicating it sometimes. you wanted a better and quieter life for him when this was all finally over.

"it's nice to have someone to look out for," you muttered truthfully. you had spent such a long time fighting with the avengers, you'd never had the time to even go out on a date, never mind figuring out a relationship. and though it was difficult, sometimes, navigating your relationship with bucky, you knew at the end of the day, you liked him a lot, and you only wanted to be with him. and you were pretty sure he felt the same way towards you.

bucky's hand moved away from yours, to your chin, using his forefinger and thumb to tilt your chin upwards, your face moving closer to his. he leaned down and caught his lips against yours, his hand drifting to your jawline, where he held your face in the palm of his hand. your mind thought of nothing but the feeling of his lips moving against yours, soft and slow.

it didn't matter what was going to happen next, as long as bucky was there with you.

"oh-- shit-- i should've knocked," you pulled away, chuckling against bucky's lips, peeking out the corner of your eye to see sam had walked in and frozen once he realised what he'd walked in on. bucky groaned, his eyes rolling. of course, sam was interrupting.

"please-- get out," he shot a stone-cold glare towards sam, who chuckled uncomfortably.

"oh-- i wish i could," he groaned. "that was something i wish i'd never seen-- but the party is starting soon-- we gotta get out there."

you broke away, realising your short, but sweet moment was over. you kissed bucky quickly, one last time before pushing yourself up trying to shake your head clear of any thoughts of your boyfriend so you could focus on the mission.

you heard sam lower his voice, thinking somehow you wouldn't be able to hear him as he hung back with bucky, you walking ahead. "how you still got game like that? you're like a hundred and two--"

"hundred and six," he corrected, frowning at his partner. " and stop talking about my game."

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modern-vellichor · 3 years

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could i request a bucky x fem reader where is joining sam and bucky in tfatws ep 2 and when they’re on the plane, in the scene where bucky says sam can’t call him that, sam says “but Y/N calls you that” and bucky says “because she’s my girlfriend and I love her” and it’s the first time he ever says those 4 letter words and sam just kinda smiles and y/n gets up and kisses him

"What do you mean I can't call you 'Buck'? That's what Y/N calls you!" Sam exclaimed over the loud thrum of the plane.

"Y/N is my girlfriend and I love her. And Y/N has a plan."

"Say that again," Sam commanded with a playful smile.

Bucky looked over at you. You were grinning like the Cheshire cat. Bucky realised what he said and blushed.

"I said I love her."

Sam chuckled, and you stood up. You waltzed over to Bucky and kissed him, cradling his cheek lovingly.

"I love you, too, Buck."

"So what's the plan?" Bucky shouts, standing up.

Sam jumps out of the plane, you wink and Torres. Bucky sighs, complaining about Sam's sense of humour. You kissed him again, before he addressed you.

"The plan?" He asked.

"Good luck, Buck."

And with that, you waved at him, also jumping out of the plane. Bucky heard you whoop and Sam laugh. He sighed, and Torres shot him a sympathetic look.

"Women," he sighed, ripping the sleeve off his jacket before jumping out after the woman he loved.

You really did have him wrapped around your finger.

#tfatws #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky fluff #bucky fic #tfatws spoilers #fatws spoilers #tfaws spoilers #the falcon and the winter soldier spoilers

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marvelous-writer-221 · 3 years

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Dream.

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Reader.

Warning: Angst, fluff and slight mention of death.

Word count: 488.

A/N: Set during ep 4 of tfatws. It's been a while since the last time I properly write a fic so I hope you like it. Also, English is my second language so please let me know if there's any grammar/spelling mistakes I can fix.

"Wakey wakey" that voice. Her voice. Impossible.

He slowly opened his eyes, not really sure where he was or how he got there. "What?" He whispered.

Everything in the room was perfect in place, the curtains, the silk sheets, even the book shelf right in front of the bed he was sitting in. Helmut quickly realise where he was. Sokovia. Before it was destroyed by the Avengers, of course.

"Cherry Blossom tea?" she offered with a smile in her face.

Helmut stare at her with wide eyes, raised eyebrows and mouth slightly open, not believing what he was seeing, it was her, his wife. She was wearing a long white dress and her hair was loose behind her ears. "Y/N?"

"Love? What's wrong?" She said softly leaving the cup on the nightstand and wrapping her arms around him.

Zemo chuckled feeling some tears runing down his cheeks. "Y/N?" he asked."how?...you...you are dead"

Y/N stepped back laughing. Gosh, he missed that sweet melody. "am I?"

Everything around him was a bit blurry. He stood up and walked towards her but he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried he kept standing in the same place. "What's happening?"

"Shhh" she mutter leaning closer to him. "We don't have much time" Y/N raised her hand to his face and gently wiped his tears away. Then, she looked into his light brown eyes and lean in closing the distance between them.

Helmut was nervous, he could feel his heart pounding making him feel like a teen who's about to give his first kiss.

He closed his eyes and his lips finally met hers. Maybe it lasted a minute or an hour, he didn't know, all he knew was that he was kissing his wife for the first time in a while.

Slowly, Y/N broke the kiss. A wide smile drawn across her face.

He carefully wrapped his arms around her and breathed in her scent. "For years wished the day I could hold you once more" he whispered into her ear.

"I wish we could stand like this forever, but it's time my love." she answered.

"Don't leave me." He sobbed "I'm not ready to say goodbye”

"I love you. We love you." Y/N grabbed his face between her hands and looked into his eyes. "We'll be here waiting for you. Always"

"Always..."

Zemo woke up gasping. The pain on the side of the face keep him down for a moment.

"You said something?" Sam, who was sitting near him, asked.

They were back to the little flat in Latvia. The last thing he remember was him breaking the super soldier serums and then... nothing

"What happened?" he grunted.

"Walker happened"

"Oh" he nodded and slowly stood up. The pain slowly intensifying.

"You mutter in your sleep" Sam looked at him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah" Zemo answered walking down the kitchen "I just need a drink."

#baron zemo #helmut zemo #zemo #helmut zemo headcanon #zemo x reader #zemo x y/n #zemo x you #zemo fanfic #tfatws #baron helmut zemo #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl #marvel #helmut zemo x reader

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sambucksteven · 3 years

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Bucky & the Shield

Let’s explore Bucky and understand his obsession with the shield.

Note: I wrote this before ep 5... so I’m not going to change some of the wording even though it’s now canon.

Okay. THERE IS A LOT TO UNPACK so lets start with a quick summary:

As we all know... Bucky has been fighting for a long time as a young soldier in the 40s and as the Winter Soldier for +70 years. Thanks to Steve it finally comes to an end in the Winter Soldier...

Unfortunately, Bucky’s freedom is short-lived and just two years later it takes a sharp turn when he’s framed by Zemo. Now he has to fight again.

*inhales deeply* He gets his arm shot off by Tony... and T’Challa (rip chadwick. we miss you.) takes him in and helps him in Wakanda. Bro chills out in a freezer for a couple months and comes out feeling… “good.” He lives in Wakanda for 2 years.

A month before Thanos showed up with his annoying purple ass, Bucky finally got his mind back (ty shuri and ayo) which we see in ep 4.

Then after the battle with Thanos which to him is just one day, his mf best friend leaves him with a small heads up. Bucky puts on his brave face, that pained smile he always does throughout the mcu, and lets his friend go.

This is where things get thrown off for Bucky...

Steve was the man who saved his life, maybe even more that Wakanda if you think about it.

The guy who believed in all the goodness buried inside Bucky, despite him being a Hydra assassin that murdered Tony’s parents and a sitting US president, is now gone. Steve was all Bucky had left in the world (idk the current status of Rebecca, Bucky’s sister, but we will ignore this for now).

Absolutely NO ONE trusted or believed in Bucky like Steve did. In CW, Bucky says just once:

“I wasn’t in Vienna I don’t do that anymore.”

...and Steve is straight up like: ‘okay bestie! let’s get you outta here!’

Even though there is literally ‘photograph evidence’ of Bucky in Vienna that may prove otherwise. Steve took his word for it without a second thought. Like Steve believed in Bucky so damn much.

And Bucky is consistently like ‘plz stop. im the worst. don’t believe in me’:

Steve: “You pulled me from the river. Why?”

Bucky: “I don’t know.”

Bucky damn well knows why but how can he live up to the idealistic view that Steve holds for him? He’s been the WS longer than he has been Bucky. So he doesn’t really know who he is or this guy Steve thinks he is. He pushes Steve away because he doesn’t want to disappoint him.

Regardless, Bucky strives for it... to be the man Steve believes him to be. Steve is his moral compass. He is/was his guide in re-discovering who he is and once was. Steve was really great at reminding Bucky that he is not the WS and that he was controlled:

Bucky: “I don’t know if I’m worth all this, Steve.”

Steve: “What you did all those years... it wasn’t you. You didn’t have a choice.”

Bucky: “I know... but I did it.”

(This is why I don’t like the therapist because why does he have to make amends when it wasn’t his fault.)

Now that Steve is gone... what does he do now?

He doesn’t know who he is anymore. He’s trying to fit the puzzle piece that is his past trauma into who he is.

Another option is accepting it and become someone new. But that someone new might be different from the person Steve hoped he would be. Regardless of the path, it’s easier said than done. Without Steve, his anchor, he struggles, conflicted between idealism and evolution.

Obviously we go the least painful route, which of course isn’t acceptance. So, he starts to become Steve. Maybe if he does he can become... someone that isn’t... himself. (*ugly cries* Get him a new mf therapist pls). He channels Steve and gets Steve’s haircut from WS, uses his notebook, and listens to his music...

But there is something Zemo said in ep 4 that is important to note:

Zemo: “There has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?.”

I think this is so vital to TFATWS. Not only is it about race and trauma, its also about identity. When you’re thrown into a new chaotic situation, you are forced to make decisions that will change who you are.

Like Sam giving up the shield... He doesn’t want to be Steve so he gives it up while Bucky who was stripped of his identity as the WS wants the shield back so that he can protect Steve’s idealism and the idealistic view Steve had of him. Bucky takes it upon himself to protect the shield because if there is any way for him to show his gratitude for Steve saving his life, its to protect his legacy.

Bucky is guilt-ridden, sad, and trying to move on. However moving forward proves difficult being a man out of time and you know… killing people as an assassin. The one person that believed in him when no one else did is gone. Now he is pushing away Sam... until the shield was given to Walker. He has no ties to anyone or anything which is why I believe he is so reckless.

Now what concerns me is that Bucky is probably going to do whatever it takes to rip it from Walker. He wants to beat Walker’s ass and take the shield.

Bucky is desperate, trying to grasp onto some semblance of himself. He lost Steve, his final attachment to his former self. So, seeing Walker with Sam’s shield and the rise of super soldiers has him acting way out of line. Sam points this out in ep 3 when Bucky wants to break Zemo out of prison.

But that’s how desperate he is. That’s how much the ‘Shield’ means to him. Steve saved his life just as much as Wakanda did, if not more. He wants to protect and preserve Steve’s legacy now. That’s his sole purpose. However, now he faces the consequences of his actions.

But Bucky still will do anything to be someone both Sam and Steve would be proud of. Like even though he shouldn’t have interfered with the Dora as Ayo warned in ep 4, he does because Sam said they should do something:

*John getting ass handed to him*

Sam: “We should do something.”

Bucky: “Looking strong, John.”

Sam in a disappointed tone: “Bucky…”

So Bucky intervenes.

Now that we have episode 5. It just proves my point further — the striving to meet Steve’s idealistic expectations.

Bucky: “So when you retired it. It made me feel like I had nothing left. Made me question everything. You, Steve, me. You know I got his uh… I’ve got his book. And uh… I just figured if it worked for him then it’s work for me.”

Sam: “I understand man. But Steve is gone. And this might be a surprise, but it doesn’t matter what Steve thought. You gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are.”

That is what Bucky needs to hear. He needs to accept who he is and stop trying to become what everyone else wants/expects him to be. This allows him to finally break free and finally become a hero in episode 6.

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