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midgardianminx · 5 months
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What Big Eyes You Have
Pairing: Stalker Bucky x female reader
Summary: A dark"ish" (I'm talking very light grey here) Bucky one-shot. Light stalker vibes, but like in a hot way?
Rating: Not Rated - while this fic is not explicit, this blog is. Minors be gone.
Notes: I wrote this at the pumpkin patch last year and never looked at it again. Some dude was singing Lil' Red Riding Hood on the karaoke stage and this is where my mind went. I had intended this to be part 1 of a few, but that didn't happen. As such, Bucky's name isn't even mentioned in this, but he's who was on my mind at the time of writing. (Although I suppose you can imagine anyone your heart desires because why not?)    
Cross-posted on AO3
You step out of the office at 6:25, straggling behind all your other coworkers who have long since left. So predictable. He’d only been watching you for a week and he already knew your schedule better than you did.
It was late fall, and while you rarely got extreme weather it was pretty reliably drizzly and foggy. It was dark already and the light rain made visibility even worse, but that didn’t stop you. You lived close enough that you always walked regardless of the weather, feeling confident and safe enough to arrive at your cozy small studio where you’d light your candles, slip into your cozy clothes, and heat a microwave meal to enjoy on the couch while zoning out to your favorite ghost hunting show. It was cute to him how far off base you were, never realizing the danger that could lurk in any corner for someone like you. But lucky for you, you had him. You didn’t know it yet, but you had the attention of the biggest predator the city had seen in decades. No one would be able to get close to you without going through him.
He slips out onto the sidewalk walking in your direction. The drizzle is a blessing to him; a good omen. A sign that the fates are on his side. Everyone is always so distracted, even without the rain, but the rain makes people even less aware, too focused on getting to their destination as quickly as possible. Not him though, he is deliberate about everything he does. Nothing is an accident.
*bump*
“I’m sorry miss, are you ok?”
He barely bumped you, but it was enough to startle you out of your thoughts and to force your gaze up to him. Perfect.
“Oh yeah, no problem.”
You smile up to him before quickly averting your gaze and continuing on your way, attributing the heat you felt in your face to the embarrassment of bumping into a stranger, but he knew the truth. He noticed the hitch in your breath and the increase of your heart rate. Your body betrayed you, and it was the confirmation he was looking for.
You’ll learn the truth one day and you’ll accept it, be grateful even. But for now he’ll let you live in your safe make believe world. He will remain a charming stranger, and this will remain a chance encounter. He won’t shatter your reality, yet.
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Boyfriend!Bucky vibes
Long distance — FaceTime calls, texting, missing each other, counting down the days until you’re reunited 📱
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Omg. I am loving this run of shieldshocks you've been running on. the interaction between bucky Barnes, Sam and cap on the phone had me imagining all kinds of scenarios. So I have a prompt for you.
Bucky Barnes cannot help but mother hen Steve through all of life's obstacles. Things were difficult in the 40s before Steve got a body that let him think he could take on the world. Steve is gonna just throw himself out of planes.
Bucky would love to be able to let go, but he doesn't trust any one to keep Steve from fat heading his way into danger. Oh great, and now Steve's in lo-lust with a cute astrophysicist who keeps getting her scarves stuck in no place they ought to be.
I loved this! Thank you! It's chapter two of Grumpy Old Man now, Even Grumpier Old Man. Featuring one paranoid Bucky Barnes and Darcy getting tangled up in things!
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allisonbaelfire · 2 years
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Hope and Destiny - 3
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Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader / Tony Stark!Brother
Summary: After the Sokovia accords, were you teamed up with your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, instead of your brother, Tony Stark… You and the rest of Caps Team had to go into hiding. For a while it went well, you continued to protect civilians, tried to have a normal everyday life and Steve and your relationship seemed okay in spite of everything that happened.
One day Steve gave a Quinjet route, you didn’t know. He flew to Wakanda and dropped Bucky and you off and left. Years later he comes back, now where Thanos was on his way.
Chapter Summary: Wakanda is in an unprecedented state of emergency. A magnitude 6 earthquake spreads faster and faster. In Y/N's hospital room, the life support machines are hardly in their place, but nobody but Shuri dares to go near Y/N, but she is also "locked out" of the room, Bucky and Hope are the only ones who don't feel like as if Wakanda were about to collapse.
Words: 1,873
Authors Note: I’m so proud of this one, hopefully you all leave some love <3
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Rooms were shaking, the palace was quaking and the people of Wakanda were behaving as if they’re experiencing a level 6 earthquake.
Shuri arrived at Y/N's Hospital room. The machines hardly stayed in one place, the room trembled so much, the emergency systems grew louder, and Y/N was convulsing.
“I’ve never seen something like this, in my entire life…” One of the nurses said, covering her mouth in fear.
Shuri ran to Y/N but as she tried to touch her, she felt some kind of barrier… in the same second, she flew across the room and landed hard on the floor. Shuri held her head tight and grimaced in pain, but she quickly got up again when she saw her friend begin to convulse even harder. The other nurses ran out screaming while Shuri just shook her head in disbelief. No one knew someone like Y/N, but that wasn't an excuse not to help her.
Caught by the situation of not being able to touch Y/N to help her, “Get me Bucky Barnes!”  Shuri shouted.
It was the middle of the night when Bucky and Ayo felt the trembling ground beneath them on the borders of Wakanda. His gaze quickly met Ayo's, Bucky wiped the tears from his face, and they ran back to the village.
Inside Wakanda, the quake got worse and worse. Bucky felt a strange but protective feeling come over him.
“We’ve to go to the place and protect the King” Ayo suggested while the Villagers ran past them.
But Bucky didn't follow Ayo, instead he ran in the opposite direction. It was like he had no other choice, Bucky didn't want to ignore Ayo’s orders, especially not after tonight, but something was pulling him in Hope's direction.
More and more Villagers were crossing Buckys path, but he didn't seem to care, he was still confused as to why his legs were running in the direction of his house without his will. When Bucky had a thought, a goal, nothing could stop him. The ground was shaking again and his legs were speeding up.
A Dora Milaje fighter saw Bucky from afar and held the sleeping Hope in her arms.
He was relieved to see his little light, but his protective feeling was only strengthened. It was surprising for him to see her sleep so calmly.
Bucky felt her pulse and made sure she was still breathing. Inside he knew that Hope was fine and if not, the Dora Milaje warrior had brought her to Shuri long ago, he still had to make sure the little miracle was alive.
The Dora Milaje warrior gave Bucky a a worried but friendly look. “Can I?”
Not wanting to complain, since Hope was truly loved by all Dora Milaje and she was a very peaceful baby, Wakanda was still on alert and that meant the warrior had to take care of the village.
Bucky twitched and nodded. “Su-Sure!” He took Hope and had a little smirk escaping his mouth.
“JAMES!” A familiar voice shouted.
He winced. “Ayo, I’m so sorry, but-“
“It’s Y/N!” She took a deep breath. “She’s doing this!”
He didn't have to think twice and ran after Ayo. He tried to follow her as fast as possible but still as carefully as he could. Hope was still asleep in his arms, which made it a little easier for him.
Arriving at the hospital, Bucky looked around in shock, there was hardly a doctor or nurse to be seen. Other patients were taken to safety.
Lights crashed to the ground, machines fell over and chaos reigned. This was not a place for a baby, but Hope didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, she just snuggled closer to Bucky.
Bucky, Ayo and Hope reached the room where Y/N was lying, not knowing whether to take Hope in or not, Shuri stood in front of the door already giving him the death stare.
“You brought her?!” Shuri couldn’t believe her eyes. “Why does she sleep?”
“She’s fine” Bucky replied while trying to catch a glance of Y/N.
Ayo poked Bucky slightly on his arm, “Hope is awake.”
Bucky looked at her and Hope started smiling.
Without noticing it, he entered Y/N's room and with every step he took forward, it only trembled worse, but Hope started to laugh.
“Bucky wait!” Shuri tried to stop him, but the door shut in front of her face.
Ayo and Shuri banged at the door, they even tried to break it open, but nothing happened. Bucky barely noticed how loudly they yelled at the door. It must have seemed like the end of the world for Shuri, Ayo and the rest of Wakanda, but Bucky stopped noticing anyone outside the room except Hope and Y/N.
Hope was giggling. A warmth pervaded his body. He couldn't stop admiring the little miracle.
In the back of his mind, he knew that all of Wakanda was in a state of emergency, but inside Y/N's hospital room it was quiet, almost peaceful. The closer he got to Y/N with Hope, the more secure he felt.
He didn't know why but he carefully laid next to her. He placed Hope between the two of them and gently held Y/N while Hope snuggled up to both.
Bucky felt some kind of veil brush against him, and the trembling stopped. Everything went quiet. If he didn't know better, he would have said there was never a quake.
He closed his eyes and embraced the moment. An almost unknown, almost forgotten feeling came over him. In that moment Bucky felt at home, like this was his own little family in his arms and he sure wouldn’t let go of it.
“Bucky.”
He felt someone tighten his grip and pulling him closer.
Within H.Y.D.R.A., Bucky was taught not to believe anything he wouldn't see with his own eyes, Bucky opened them and met Y/N’s gaze. After waiting 6 months for Y/N's eyes to open, he couldn't believe that today was finally the day.
“Y/N..” He spoke still not trusting his eyes.
She gifted him with a smile he missed so much. Her smile for him stopped as she heard her Baby laughing for the first time.
“Hi, Hi Baby.” Y/N’s eyes filled with water.
Y/N was still a bit shaky, other than that she had never seen her own baby. She had never seen Hope, touched her, or heard her laugh. Y/N was overcome by fear. Fear of hurting the baby or not being able to do justice to this beautiful creature.
Bucky noticed her careful body language and smiled softly. He took her hand and placed it gently on Hopes cheek. Hope started smiling, she leaned in her mother’s touch and started laughing.
If there was one thing Y/N hated, it was showing weakness, but the moment she touched her daughter for the first time she couldn't contain her tears.
“I’ll never, never leave your side again.” She whispered.
Bucky kissed Y/N forehead while she turned to hope. He held both of them, while a single tear rolled down his face. Bucky felt Y/N’s breath against his, he heard Hopes giggles and it seemed like everything he had ever had to go through, all the pain and torture was gone. It was as if the monster, he was made to be, was never there. His only mission now was to protect Y/N and Hope and make them happy for the rest of their lives.
Shuri and Ayo were finally able to open the door, they smiled as they saw the little family together. Both of them had tears in their eyes.
“Now I understand why you always say “Miracle” to the little one, White Wolf.” T’Challa said relived.
Y/N looked at Bucky, “What’s her name?”
Bucky realized with Y/N's question that he had choosen the name for a baby that wasn't his. He was afraid Y/N wouldn't like the name, maybe she even hated it and it would all be Bucky's fault.
The others looked at Bucky as if it was his job to tell the name. He met her gaze while the baby started giggling again, Y/N smiled slightly while she still looked at Bucky.
“Her name is “Hope””. He replied soft.
Y/N looked into Hope's ocean eyes. They seemed so familiar to you and reminded you for just a short moment of the painful past.
“Is that okay?” Bucky was scarred to ask.
The warmth in Bucky's voice ran down your spine like a shiver, pulling you out of your memory. Your eyes met Bucky's and for the first time in a long time you saw, security, a future and hope again.
“It’s perfect” You answered soft.
   Weeks after Y/N came out of the coma, she was still helping with Wakanda's repairs. Y/N regained control of her powers, ate normally again, and began to grow as a mother.
At first Bucky thought he had to distance himself from Hope since he had 6 months more with her than Y/N, but he couldn't stand it for long. Not only that, Y/N and Hope didn't want any distance, on the contrary, Y/N wanted to make their two homes into one.
Bucky and a few volunteers from Wakanda helped to change their houses and build a bigger one for the tree of them.
Bucky and Y/N both agreed to always stand by Hope, but while everyone in Wakanda could see that not only was Hope growing every day, but the feelings between Bucky and Y/N were immense, the two still didn’t spoke about it.
Another 6 Months passed.
“Who’s my good girl?” Y/N smiled while she feed Hope.
The door opened and Hope stopped looking at her food.
“Dada!” Hope giggled.
Y/N turned around and her eyes winded. Bucky looked at her, ready to get hit at any moment.
“Say that again!” Y/N laughed.
Hope looked confused, she lifted up her arms and pointed directly at Bucky “Dada!”
Bucky walked over to Hope and picked her up, “You get me in a whole lot of trouble little light”
“Her first words are for you.” Y/N looked kinda sad.
Bucky wishes he could be happy that Hope saw him as a father and that her first words were addressed to him, because inside he was bursting with joy. But he knew it reminded Y/N how much of Hope she had already missed.
Y/N stood up and hugged the two. Bucky wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead.
“I’m glad we’ve you.” Y/N spoke softly.
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atlantablack · 2 years
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Vivace
Sam Wilson/Buck Barnes | 5,168 | General | No Archive Warnings Apply
The blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me. -Sean Glatch, from 'Caffeine, Pt.1'
The thing about Sam Wilson is that he makes Bucky want to fall to his knees and smash a brick wall all in the same breath. His mother always said worship was a wretched feeling and he can’t believe it took him seventy years to figure out what she meant. 
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hawgg7 · 5 months
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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s) Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Original Female Character(s), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, John Walker (Marvel), Nick Fury Additional Tags: POV Original Character, Hydra (Marvel), I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Angst and Feels, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, POV Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are Different Personalities, Bucky Barnes is So Done, Slow Burn, Grumpy Bucky Barnes, Major Original Character(s), Teamwork, Missions, Hurt/Comfort, Trust Issues, Secrets Summary:
Indy had been around superheroes for a while. She thought she knew everything there was to know about managing them, working with them, being friends with them. But when she's put in charge of a new team, she finally meets Bucky. He's cold, distant, suspicious. Indy tries not to let that get to her, but honestly, how are they going to work together when he seems to think she's incapable of the simplest things? Bucky's never met someone so upfront and relentlessly lighthearted. At first, it's unnerving. But as time goes on and the two grow closer as teammates, as friends... Bucky finds himself more and more confused over the gentle and damnably forgiving nature of the team's tech genius. It doesn't matter that he's a super soldier and she's a desk jockey; she's affecting him without even realizing it. And he thinks it might break him.
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sunnysideprincess · 8 months
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Tony, with all his reputation as a playboy billionaire, is a little slow on the uptake. Natasha noticed this shortly after moving in with the team. He was genuinely unaware of the way ladies would drag their sunglasses down to their nose just to see the swing of his hips or the slow roll of his shirt sleeves. Pepper, despite their mutually thought break up, still drools a little when Tony's nimble fingers work the tie loose. And yeah, Nat wouldn't say no to a wild weekend away with the genius on a secluded cabin on the hill—doing nasty, nasty things to that tush.
But nothing compares Tony's oblivious nature when it comes to the men around him.
The way he drives Tiberus Stone crazy during the Met Gala, wearing a corset that's tight enough to give Victorian Era ladies a run for their money. The way one of the military brats shamelessly stares at his throat, licking his lips and subtly adjusting his pants. The way Barnes whines when Tony comes out of the armor, wearing the tight-just right-flight suit. The way Steve punches a hole in the refridgerator when he sees his shirt sitting loose on Tony's bare chest. (Apparently Tony and Nat are the resident clothing thieves. She doesn't disagree because Bruce's shirts and Clint's jackets look good on her.)
She sees it while tracing the spots on her mug. The resident genius billionaire is listing sideways, on the verge of falling off his perch on the counter top—because normal seats are for losers, he said. His head bumps on the shelving unit above and he mutters a curse, stretches his arm up to swat at it like it's a fly. But her attention catches at the stillness of two super soldiers staring at the patch of skin—a tiny sliver around the waist, the curve of the hip bone winking at them.
Tony yawns, jumps down to the floor and the loosely fitted sweats slide an inch below their designated spot. Something cracks and Nat watches them—the two Brooklyn boys pushing away their broken chopsticks and slowly, with the stillness of a pack of predators, rising up from their seats.
"I'm gonna go upstairs, use my bed for once," Tony tells them and sends Nat a slow smile. A knowing one.
He swings his hips around, humming an off beat tune and doesn't bother checking his own disheveled state of clothes.
It takes them all a moment to understand, and then Steve and Barnes are racing out of the kitchen after him, only to have the elevator doors slam on their faces.
Huh.
Looks like Tony might not be so oblivious after all.
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jen-with-a-pen · 5 months
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⊹-୨୧-⊹𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⊹-୨୧-⊹
⊹–SUMMARY–⊹ Inexperienced and still freshly-traumatized by his first heartbreak, Steve Rogers decides to finally move away for college after taking two gap years to work, save, and help his Ma around the house. It’ll be good for him. Away from his ex. Away from his hometown. He's excited to finally chase his dreams and begin again as a promising fine arts student at Richards College. Well, almost. Thanks to a generous scholarship spanning the next four years of his life, Steve is required to participate in on-campus Greek life. It’s simple: join a frat. They shouldn't be too intimidating. At least they're not as bad as they are in the movies, right? Right..?
⊹–PAIRINGS–⊹ Art Student!Frat Brother!Steve Rogers x Film Student!Sorority Sister!F!Reader
⊹–WARNINGS–⊹ more to be added as series progresses frat bros being frat bros, sorority sisters being sorority sisters, manipulation, coercion, blackmail, fluff, angst, whump, explicit forced s3xual acts, slow burn, dissociation, nud1ty, dubcon (bordering noncon), forced drvgging, mentions of kidnapping, emotional damage, Steve's just trying his best, Bucky and Sam are major frat bros, Tony and Clint are somewhere I swear The warnings listed here are not exhaustive but generally encapsulate the series as a whole and do not represent every single chapter. Please be mindful and read the chapter warnings!
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The Richards College Playlist
Steve's Playlist
any art featured in the series title header and story-specific dividers was found on pinterest and is used in good faith. all credit goes to the original artists, as i could not find accurate credit for any. collage done by me
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ALL TIED UP: STEVE'S WEEK
–⊹– One: Saturday, currently.
–⊹– Two: Last Monday.
–⊹– Three: Last Tuesday.
–⊹– Four: Last Wednesday.
–⊹– Five: Last Thursday.
–⊹– Six: Saturday, still.
–⊹– Seven: Last Friday.
–⊹– Eight: Saturday, again.
–⊹– Nine: Saturday, again.
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boldandwithoutshame · 6 months
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ReaderXProtective!BF he loves your body more than you'll ever know
your bf finds you upset about yourself, but dont worry, he'll reassure you of his love
Since you’ve been together, he’s seen a lot of your bad days. Each one just as heartbreaking, but they have also brought the two of you closer. He promised early on that you could always come to him when you were feeling down and he knows you’ve been trying to trust that promise.
Today was one of the days you couldn’t.
He finds you curled on the couch, covered in blankets and nursing a warm drink. The remnants of snacks are beside you and the tv is playing one of your favourite reruns, but the air around you is all wrong. He asks you about your day and you strangely hold back. He gives you some space until later when you’re sharing a meal, and you mention that you got a call from your parents. Ah, that makes sense.
His stomach twists but he continues to ask about what they had to say. The usual bullshit, it turns out. No wonder you hadn’t been feeling well. It makes him sick to his core that anyone could have this power over you and abuse it so maliciously. Each time it’s happened, you’ve shared more about the unease they bring you, especially about your “health” and how you "present yourself". If they weren’t spineless fucking cowards, they would say “body” or "looks"; regardless he understands what you’re referring to while you explain.
Before you can share all the details, the breaks in your voice start and he feels that same sad lurch in his heart. “Come here” he offers, and you’re quickly embraced tight against him. The tears follow. First, the quiet ones because when you’re triggered like this you hate to take up any space or inconvenience anyone. Then the real heart wrenching sobs when he says “hey, it’s okay”. The hollow breaths that turn to hiccups. The shaky apologies that he brushes off. All he can do is rub your back and hold you and tell you there’s nothing wrong with you. He wants to hold you safely every time this happens and hates to think of all the times you’ve wept like this alone.
It hurts even more to watch, because he knows that you’ve been getting better. Not just because you’ve told him that you’ve been working hard on recovering and re-establishing some relationships, but because he sees it. Your confidence in outfits when you’re going out. Your excitement for trips to the beach or for swimming. Your (somewhat intimidating) beast-mode at the gym. But it’s also all the small things that maybe you haven’t even noticed.
Letting his hands roam your body while you’re on top of the sheets. When getting ready for a shower, or just getting out of one, and you catch him staring because he can’t look away, because you’re so fucking hot, and all you do is giggle and taunt him. The way you boldly seduce him and then completely let go under him immediately afterwards. When you walk around in those shorts, teasing him, asking if they look good, knowing full well he’s already been checking you out the last hour while you mill around at home.
And your recent triumph, which he’s only ever fantasised about: you fucking riding him. He’s not sure he has the resolve to hold back as long as he did the first time now that he’s felt you fully on top of him. But he'll do his best to let you enjoy it for as long as he can because there's nothing sexier than watching you above him, using his body as you please, and loving it.
He curses himself for being weak with language and articulating the things going on in his mind and heart. He can’t ever seem to find the words to tell you just how he feels. But when you're next in the mood and agree to take things to bed, he hopes then that you can feel it.
Feel his adoration as he presses kisses against your neck and chest. His unyielding devotion with each thrust deep into you, trying to bury himself into that place he loves to touch; the same one that makes you gasp for him. His care as holds you against him, praising you through shaky breaths as you take him so well. His all-consuming love as he pants against your skin after you both finish.
He worries you won't ever know how he truly feels until your hand is brushing back his hair, and your other palm is tracing between his shoulders, holding him close while your bodies recover. There's a shared understanding when he hears a satisfied hum after asking if you're okay and your warm giggle as you return the question, looking down at the mess between you. That trust when he lifts up from your body to meet your sex-drunk gaze, and those words roll off your tongue with ease and wash over both your insecurities. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and rests his lips there, replying earnestly “I love you too”.
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Bucky Barnes | Rebellion Series | Caution
Part one of the Rebellion Series
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Plot: By some miracle, you get saved from the consequences of your own actions. You’re reluctant to join a supposedly good cause. What happens when the good cause is not so legal? And what - or who - is your soft spot?
Warnings: Angst, fluff (?) and mentions of sex.
Words: 34OO
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You have started shaking again. With every tremble of your body, the restraints around your legs and arms seem to tighten and you shudder even more at the awful memory of that feeling. It took weeks for the shaking to stop. Weeks of being locked up into this modern dungeon until you were nothing but silence and numbness.
You knew the rebellion could end in death, knew the consequences would be catastrophic, but at least you’d stood for something, fought for something. And you would choose death any day over the endless silence of this prison. You know for a fact that you’re surrounded by an ocean, but no matter how hard you listen, you cannot hear the wild sea crash. Can only hear the low hum of the air being circulated through your metal cell.
And today, approximately three months after the start of your sentence in the most secured prison on the planet, you have started shaking again. It can hardly be because today of all days, your brain has decided to make you go completely insane. That would be too random. Which means–
Your head snaps to the window, spotting the other cells. Empty. This floor is reserved just for you alone. Because apparently you’re too dangerous to interact with anyone. They even got machines bringing you your daily sustenance. An empty floor like every other day, yet something seems different. Something’s off.
A metal door flies through the middle of the circular space connecting all of the cells and you stiffen. You look at the ground again, keeping completely still. Maybe they don’t know that you’re here. Oh God, oh God, oh God. No, they can’t get to you. Not again.
The destruction clangs through your body and you tremble violently, curling up as much as you can and staring hard at the floor. The cold metal ground blurs with images of the rebellion. The things you gave up, the energy your summoned and wasted, the people you lost. The blood, and pain, and screams and– and– and…
“She’s in there. Grab her and then we get out of here.”
“Steve, I–”
“And hurry up, we don’t have much time!”
Two combat boots step into your vision and the stomps echo in your head, booming you back to reality. But not quite. Your eyes vibrate with fear and you swallow the nails in your throat. Then a pair of knees appear in front of you and a black gloved hand reaches forward. It hesitates, then retreats. As if choosing not to touch you. Wise choice.
“Hey.” The voice is low. And smooth as liquor.
But you don’t look up, focusing on trying not to tremble more and taking the firm contraptions wrapped around your shins and forearms as the protection they now are. Maybe this is another nightmare. It’s different from the ones you usually have, but black gloves… They had black gloves, too. And those firm boots. They may have kicked you in the stomach with those boots once. You don’t remember.
“I’m here to get you out,” the voice speaks again and you can only listen to the tone of voice, the way it sends a shockwave through your body and lessens the violent trembles. “Look up for me.”
You ignore him and focus on your breathing.
“Is she coming?” That first voice. Impatient. Panting.
The male before you turns to the centre of the floor and gives a frustrated sigh, “She’s pretty out of it.”
Before waiting for the other man to respond, he turns back to you and studies you. Even though you don’t see him, his stare burns right through the flimsy clothes they put on you. He lets out a soft sigh and flips out a knife from the holster at his waist, still kneeling before you. You stiffen, preparing yourself for the sting at your throat as they finally decide to get rid of you, but he tries his best not to touch any bare skin as he saws through the materials binding you together.
The relief of pressure from your skin make you feel so uneasy, you nearly throw up, but a gentle hand covers your arm and you finally look up. Warm, dark blue eyes connect with yours. Below heavy brows and above the faintest cluster of freckles. His mouth is soft and pillowy and his bone structure is otherworldly symmetrical.
“It’s okay,” he tells you gently and offers you a smile that you can tell doesn’t come to him naturally. “Can you walk?”
He pulls you to a stand with a firm, but comfortable grip and you instantly stumble on your feet at the weight suddenly put on them. One arm flies around your waist and hoists you into his side as he catches your fall.
“Okay, okay,” he grunts with a gentle laugh. “I got you. Let’s get the fuck out of here, alright?”
Your throat feels like sandpaper as you hobble along with the wall of a male dragging you along, “Who are you?”
He spares you a brief glance and smiles once more, following ‘Steve’ out of the building and onto an air craft that is way too loud. “Bucky. We’re here to help you. Or I suppose you’re here to help us, little rebel.”
Steve gives Bucky a knowing glare, only breaking it by daring a glance at your bedroom door which you have been effectively hiding behind for weeks now. “You know I can’t go in there, Bucky.”
“You know I won’t let you,” Bucky answers drily with a shrug. As opposed to his best friend, Bucky hasn’t stopped staring at your door.
“You’re not even hiding your possessiveness when it comes to her,” Steve breathes through a laugh. That makes Bucky finally look at his friend.
“I’m not possessive,” he says matter-of-factly. He’s not even offended, just practical. “I’m protective. The last thing she needs is all of the nosy people in this tower swirling around her when she doesn’t trust a single soul.”
“Has she started to trust you?”
Bucky has to keep from wincing at Steve’s question, and he clears his throat. “Sure,” he lies.
If Steve caught the lie, he didn’t let on. It was as much of a dismissal as he was going to get. After watching his best friend walk off to do captain things, Bucky braces himself to step into your room. He has no hope that his interaction with you will be any different than the previous ones.
“Another day of convincing me to be your weapon?” you nearly snarl when he walks into your room.
If Bucky is entirely honest, he thought you would have turned into this damaged girl that would morph into a wild animal as you worked through what had been done to you. He didn’t really expect this perseverance and defiance from the woman he saved from that prison. But he supposes he should have seen that question coming. It wasn’t his best work; starting that day he saved you with all of the things you could be doing for them. Why they had saved you. Simply for their own gain. Or that is how you understood it, at least…
He has never been good with words. That has always been Steve’s thing. Bucky was reliable physically and he paid attention. He never had to use many words to make his point. Yet you keep asking these questions – rhetorical, he thinks – and you keep giving him this penetrating stare until he answers. Which is a sure way to make him fuck up, because how do people do that? Bring sensible thoughts into words and make it make sense?
Especially when the woman asking said questions is so damned… pretty.
“It’s time for you to get out of this room,” he tells you plainly. It seems the tactic of ignoring your questions is effective. It only took him six days to figure that one out.
He strides over to cross the room, not sparing you another glance in your chair in the corner, and rips open the curtains. The cat-like hiss coming from you has Bucky nearly biting back a smile. He turns and watches you stand from your chair, stalking over to him with your chin high and a scowl on your face. He raises an eyebrow with amused intrigue.
“And what, exactly, will I be doing outside of my room?” you ask.
He dips down slightly, but you keep the proximity. “Whatever you want. I don’t care.”
“If you don’t care, why hunt me out of my room?”
He shrugs, “Captain’s orders.” He isn’t entirely lying.
“Why isn’t the captain telling me himself?”
Bucky smirks and leans even closer, making you feel his minty breath fan over your face. “Because I’m the only one who isn’t scared of you.”
You snort at that and roll your eyes before breaking away from him. “I’ll get dressed.”
Bucky tries his hardest not to look too stunned as you retreat into the bathroom. A deep sigh leaves his lips as he paces through your room in wait for you to get ready. It takes a whole lot of effort to muster a smirk when it comes to his interactions with you.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” he asks quietly.
Just as quietly, the house responds, “Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”
“Has she asked for anything from you? To contact friends or family, or other information?”
“No, she hasn’t.”
“Does she have anyone left?” he tries, chewing his lip as he dreads the answer.
“Not that we’re aware. Mr. Stark had me run a background check, but she seems alone. No sign of anyone missing or deceased. No sign of a network at all.”
Bucky doesn’t know why that feels worse in his chest and he swallows. “Alright, thank you.”
A few moments later, you step out of the shower and find Bucky lounging in the chair he found you in, leafing through one of your books. Just as you’re about to check whether he has gotten his hands on one of your smuttier books, your eyes snag on the clothes laid out for you on the bed.
You pause long enough to make Bucky look up from the book. “Did you… Did you seriously pick out this underwear for me?”
Bucky eyes the lace panties dangling from your fingers and shrugs with a smirk. A smirk had never looked so enticing, but you sharpen your stare on him. “Do you prefer the grey, cotton ones in the back of the closet?”
You grit your teeth and scowl at him again, before morphing your mouth into a vindictive smile. “Why? Don’t you?”
His eyes dance at that. “Wouldn’t make a difference to me.”
And it’s the way he said it, with so much casual amusement and… promise. Heat rises to your face and you duck your head down. Snatching the clothes from the bed, you retreat back into the bathroom to get dressed.
The rest of your conversations had been purely functional as Bucky lead you down into the building where Steve was waiting. Bucky rolled his eyes at his friend’s horrible attempt at hiding his surprise. Steve hadn’t seen you since the day they came to save you, he must have never expected Bucky to be successful in his retrieval.
Bucky also hadn’t missed the meaningful look Steve then gave him that indicated he tucked away some valuable information. The information being that if they ever needed to get you to do something, Bucky is the way to get you to do it. Why? Steve seemed to have his theories and Bucky didn’t like it one bit.
However, for now he doesn’t care. Instead, he sticks by you after you reluctantly agreed to join Steve on a walk.
Strolling down the path through the surrounding woods, Bucky catches himself bracing for a fight every time Steve gets a little too close to you. He doesn’t like it. The last time he was this sensitive to proximity, he had just ran from Hydra. He’s seen other traumatised people before, but this feels different. And instead of listening to your and Steve’s conversation, he tries to figure out what it is. He supposes it’s because you have no survival instinct. In the few videos he’s seen of your rebellion and the encounters he has had with you the past weeks, you see danger or conflict and run straight toward it. Nothing scared or cautious about you. It sets his nerves on edge.
Bucky is well aware of what Steve is telling you and he has to refrain from rolling his eyes at the careful way Steve tries to coax you into their plan, when earlier that week they had not been nearly as careful as they calculated how to get you involved. But even Bucky had to admit that they needed you – specifically, everyone who would follow you into the grave. When Stark had shown him the videos, he was perplexed as to how you got such a huge following when what you fought for was so terribly dangerous. But one look at those sharp eyes and one deep command from you, and Bucky had seen it. That unwavering will and that brilliant brain that was always calculating. Steve could learn a few tricks from you on being a strong leader. And considering Bucky wildly admires his old friend, that is saying something.
They need you. Bucky knows it, too. They need not just someone with great leadership skills and a loyal following, but someone that does it out of empathy for the people mistreated by the system. Because that is who they’re going to be fighting – the system.
Again.
“You haven’t said anything about what Steve told you,” Bucky says on your walk back to your room. The offer to escort you back to your room hadn’t been entirely selfless.
“I need to think about it,” you murmur, deep in thought.
Bucky suppresses his sigh of sympathy. They are asking you to join a cause you were so passionate about, and that after failing so miserably last time. He can barely imagine the things you must have witnessed and endured with your last upraise. How you had gotten so influential that the government decided to treat you like you were a super-human and punished you accordingly. You had been put in the same prison as Wanda. Wanda. That is how powerful you were.
“It can’t be easy to revisit everything after all that’s happened,” he resigns and you blink from your thoughts to raise your eyes to his face. You study him and it takes all of Bucky’s might not to shift under your assessing gaze.
Then you speak up, “I’ve always done the right thing. Steve knows I can’t walk away from it…”
Bucky smiles at that. “Just like him.”
Your eyes narrow at that comment, but Bucky finds no venom in the look. You continue, “Sacrificing my life for the cause was never an issue. But to lead others into that same fate again?” The guilt had eaten you alive. All those people that had gotten arrested, split up from loved ones, hurt– worse…
Bucky interrupts your thoughts before they get a hold on you by clearing his throat. “Tonight, we have dinner with everyone. You’re welcome to join if you’d like.” Your heavy stare on him makes him quickly add, “Don’t give me that look. There will be no talk of overthrowing the government. Just dress fancy.”
The snort of a laugh that comes from you feels lighter to Bucky than he’d like to admit. And to ease the tension, he forces another smirk to his face. You narrow your eyes again warily, “What.”
He shrugs, turning to leave you alone at your door. Then he winks. “Let me know if you need me to pick out some underwear for you.” And then he’s gone.
Bucky hangs onto that cockiness all the way until dinner, where the entire group has showed up. Even Thor said he’d show up for a drink. Barton flew in from his family home to join the group as well. He remembers a time when he’d felt more than uncomfortable around this group of people. But so much has changed. They all saw him as a great asset to the team and even relied on him more and more to supervise the missions. He’s at home with them now. Heart swelling with affection, he listens to his friends – his family – laugh in the kitchen while they pour the drinks.
And then all of their faces turn into one direction, some of them pulling taut, few of them giving warm, comforting smiles. Bucky follows their gaze and it is like someone punched him in the gut, air whooshing out of his body. He doesn’t really know why – other than the obvious fact that you look ravishing of course. But he looks at you and clears his throat to welcome you to the group.
Natasha beats him to it though and it has Bucky’s hackles rising. She shoots him a knowing smile and then he backs off. His pride wounded like a cat booped on the nose. Natasha is good at it, charming people until they feel comfortable. Or take their pants off. But there’s an easy smile on your face – one Bucky knows is at least slightly forced – and you blend in with the crowd easily.
Suddenly, Sam’s at his side. “I know what you’re thinking,” he grumbles with his eyes on you and Natasha, followed by a swig of his beer bottle. “Those two together can only mean trouble.”
Bucky can only grunt in agreement.
“What on Earth are you talking about?” Natasha drawls with a guilty smile.
Barton shakes his head. “The poor schmuck didn’t stand a chance. There is no way you could have taken him if you hadn’t slept with him the night before.”
Natasha shrugs. “Look, a girl has her needs. He met them and the next day he met his fate.”
“Really, Nat?” Steve nearly cringes and Bucky reins in his laugh. “The guy’s moral compass was straight from hell and you decided to sleep with him?”
Natasha barely manages to open her mouth before you decide to pitch in, raising a glass to her. “I get it. Terrible morals do add a little spice in the bedroom.”
Nat clinks her glass with yours and mutters a ‘she gets it’, but Bucky’s eyes are searing through your skin. He doesn’t know why he’s surprised at such outrageous claims coming out of your mouth. There is nothing innocent about you. Good, yes. Innocent? No. Yet perhaps it isn’t ‘surprise’ that is warming his body from the inside out.
Conversation flows easily between the Avengers and the food Tony had made easily beats the Brooklyn comfort food Bucky usually seeks out. Cheeks turn rosy from the drinks, voices get louder, lights get dimmer. Bucky has to really look to be sure what he’s seeing. You, relaxed and happy. Such a stark contrast to the woman he found in the prison. No wonder you’re so good with people. People make you good.
He can barely manage his smirk however, when he notices the strain in your body to keep from looking at him. Why you are so adamant to avoid him, he can’t really tell. But this is now your weak spot, so he cannot help but tuck the info away for later.
The night carries on and everyone switches places, catching up on endless memories and adventures and being surprisingly considerate to include you in most conversations. Bucky ends up at the head of the table, you on the seat closest to him, both listening to Sam. You listen closely and Bucky can only assume you have some relief from being actively distracted from him. And being the arrogant bastard he knows he can be, he ‘accidentally’ brushes a knuckle over the back of your hand that’s resting on the table. He watches you stiffen and swallow, but like a true rebel, you show no other sign that it affected you.
A few more stunts like that had Bucky pressing his knee to your thigh under the table and it takes everything not to pull away from it. So you gaslight yourself to let the touch ground you. To absorb his warmth and relax even more into the touch. And if you guess it correctly, the way you respond to Bucky’s touch is not what he expected… So you find yourself having the upper hand again.
And if you’re going to join these people in their cause, what’s a little game with your menace of a saviour?
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Out of all the Time Lines
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Short Series !
Female Asgardian reader (now avenger) X TVA Loki
Chapter 1: Avengers I need your help (done)
Chapter 2: Interrogations and proclamations (done)
Chapter 3: Even Asgardians have myths (comming soon)
Chapter 4: -
Chapter 5: -
Chapter 6: -
Summary: After your Lokis death and have moved on and joined the Avengers. After the aftermath of Endgame you and the other remaining Avengers all seek shelter in the new Avengers Warehouse Pepper Potts bought as a temporary replacement while the Avengers mansion is being renovated. What happened after a very tired mission. Well, you're speechless, to say the least.
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You entered the living room with the rest of the team all covered in dust, scratches and tired faces. All of you just saved another casual disaster but the aftermath was the annoying part, burning buildings, hurt people, without Tony stark it meant the clean up crew for the Avengers were the Avengers.
"Alright, what movie and what restaurant shall we engage in tonight." You say as you use your magic to teleport your sword to your room and grab the telephone on the coffee table, plopping on the couch.
"I don't know, but I am in the mood for some Mexican food," Sam said walking in and taking off his goggles.
"Yeah no we just had Mexican yesterday Sam there is no way I am eating another burrito, enchiladas, or taco for the 5th time this week." Bucky shouted as he stretched out on the loveseat next to the couch.
Scott, Thor, Wanda, Peter, Kate and Yelena walked in as they made their way to the kitchen and the living room to relax after a long day.
"Well I for one could actually go for some Phò." Wanda said while grabbing a glass of water. "Yes that actually sounds nice," you replied.
"Second it." Bucky Raised his hand and passed out on the loveseat.
"I will fiest on any of your choosing," Thor said while taking off his cape to wipe off the gunk from storm breaker.
"Phò sounds wonderful. Just make sure I get one of those spring roles. Oh and don't forget were running out of chilli sauce." Yelena shouted from the fridge.
"I just restocked." Scott threw his arms and groaned. "hah." Yelena mocked.
Peter took off his mask and rubbed his forehead combing his hair back, he had the worst migraine ever. Was this a spider sense? Why is it worse than ever?
You shouted for his attention, "Peter man of the hour, Mexican or Phò." Peter didn't answer, he was trying to hold himself on the table trying to compile himself.
"Peter?" You looked towards him. You started to get worried and walked towards him. "Peter. Did you hear me, Phò or Mexican?"
Peter looked at you and fell on his butt.
"Look kid we all are tired but at least try to make it to the couch I ain't carrying you." Same teased.
"Peter are you alright," Wanda said with a concerned face rushing towards him.
"Just tired... crazy migraine, feels like a spider sense but not ...it's the worst I've had." Peter looked at the concerned faces towards him, while he found support from your hand "Probably just tired." he chuckled.
"Well Phò it is, maybe next time Sam." You shook the phone and gave it to Scott to take the orders because he knew the team lie the back of his hand.
"Peter do you require help to get on the couch." You brought Peter back up as he tried to make his way onto the kitchen island.
"I'm fine just need water and a good meal. Imma lay by here." He groaned and slipped onto the table face on the surface.
You went to the sink to pour him a glass of water. Placed it on the counter making sure he drank every drop.
You grabbed a popcorn pack from a top shelf and brought it to the microwave as you set the time. You looked back at Peter who was getting a second refill.
You crossed your arms as you leaned back on the wall waiting for the timer on the microwave to go off. You closed you eyes resting your head as you looked up the ceiling.
"Teya what movie...Not silence of the lambs"
"Action or Comedy, Sam I don't mind..." You sighed not opening your eyes taking some shut eye before the alarm in the warehouse blares for the next emergency.
"Cassie said Gnomeo and Juliet was nice," Scott said looking through his phone.
"Bucky is scared of the Frog." You chuckled.
"In my Defense doll I only said it to make my move on you." he smirked kissing your cheek.
"Now thats a new level of low and pathetic." Sam groaned in disgust. You try reach for an aspirin on the top shelf but Bucky beat you to it.
"Here." he passed the bottle to you.
"I lift cars, I think can lift a shelf handle." you retorted to him
"We talked about this doll," he places both his arms on your shoulder.
"Right..." you breathed and dialouged dramatically " Why thank you, James, you're such a gentleman." flipping your hair.
"OH I call dibs on Robocop" Yelena raised her hand after laying out all the snacks.
"I'm letting the kid's pop culture spinner decide." Sam takes the remote from Scott and faces back to Peter. "Yo Pete what movie."
"Babylon," Peter replied from the kitchen island still rubbing his temple.
"As long as it's not Hamilton." You teased.
"Sams got it all memorized by now." Bucky continued.
"Not as much as you Buck, I heard him belting burn last night," Sam replied. The microwave beeped as you turned your back from the crowd and you grabbed a bowl to place the pack in.
"Heh well, you can say he's gonna be your right-hand man." you giggled at your cringe joke. "Get it." but no response was made, just silence from the crowd.
"Oh cmon that was fun-" you turn to see the reason of their response and froze "Ny......"
"Avengers I need your help."
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lives-in-midgard · 1 year
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Pov: What your camera roll would look like if you are dating Bucky Barnes
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Pov: You're camera rolls if you're Best Friends with Sam and Bucky
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im-a-marvel-ous-hoe · 3 months
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Dashing Through the Snow | Bucky Barnes (9th Day of 🎄)
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We’re nearing the end of my 12 days of Christmas! I hope you guys are enjoying them!
Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics!
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So many people ran past me with boxes and bags of gifts in their hands, surely doing some last minute Christmas shopping. The hustling and bustling to get home surely makes it look like that’s one way to get into the holiday spirit. The snow falling definitely makes New York look a little more… I don’t know, cleaner? Fresher? I can’t really place my finger on it, but it sure is nice though.
It looks like it might start snowing again. The wind hitting my face and cloudy skies are a definite tell sign that it’s bound to happen within the next hour or so. I quickly secured my scarf around my neck so I don’t get hit with the gust of cold air that I’m sure is making my nose and cheeks turn pink.
I guess I wasn’t paying attention because instead of looking at the people around me, my attention was now facing the cloudy sky. “Whoah!” I yelped as I lost my balance and slipped onto the cold cement. I felt the wind get knocked out of me as I let out a cough, the people of New York just casually walking straight past me to get where they needed to be. “Ow…”
“Oh my gosh, are you okay?”
I heard a woman’s voice ask me as I sat up. She had stopped and stood right in front of me, gift bags in her hands as she looked at me worriedly. “Argh, yeah I’m fine. Just.. slipped.” I chuckled. She placed down her bags and held out her hand in front of me. “Oh, no you don’t have to – ”
“Yes, I do. No one else seems to think of helping.” She flashed her pearly whites and I reached up, taking her hand with mine and pulled myself up. “That was quite a fall. Are you sure you’re okay?” I nodded and felt the wind get knocked out of me for a different reason when I really looked at her. She wore a red coat with black lining. Her hair was slightly disheveled from the wind and she had the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.
She looked.. adorable.
“No no yeah, I’m – I’m fine. Just.. wasn’t paying attention.” She leaned down to start picking up her boxes and bags as I bent down to help her. “You seem a little red.” She stated. “Am I?” She nodded and paused to look at me. “It’s probably nothin’. Just cold.” I chuckled as she laughed along with me. “Thank you for helpin’ me and no, nothing’s broken. I’m okay, really.”
“If you say so.” She picked up her bags from the floor and stood right in front of me. “Can I return the favor? Help you carry those bags or..?” I offered and she shook her head. “Thanks, but I have a lot of places to head to and I don’t want to drag you around all day.”
“Ahh..” I nodded my head. “But if you could please direct me to where the flower shop is, I’d be extremely grateful.”
“Yeah, of course. So all you gotta do, is head straight up this way and keep goin’ for about three blocks and turn left on Miller Street. It should be the fourth or fifth shop on the right, you can’t miss it.”
I looked over to the right side of her head and saw someone practically running with so many boxes in their hands, heading straight for the two of us. “Hey! You should – ”
I couldn’t move her out of the way quick enough. They bumped straight into her and left without saying a word, making her drop all of her boxes and bags and herself along the way. I turned to look at what kind of knuckle-brained-idiot just did a driveby. “What the hell?! Watch where you’re goin’! Fuck, man..” I looked back at her and saw her sitting on the floor.
Well, this sure looks familiar.
“Here, let me help you up this time.” I chuckled and extended my hand and helped her to her feet. “Are you alright? That was quite a fall.” She chuckled and nodded her head. “I guess I just wasn’t paying attention.”
I smiled and bent down once again to help her with her gifts. “Thank you.”
“Ahh, it’s nothin’. You would’ve done the same for me.” She smiled. I put the items that slipped out back into her bags. “I think that’s everything.. Well, uh.. here ya go.” I handed her the bags in my hand and she took them. “Thank you, once again.” I fixed my scarf and put my hands inside the pockets of my jacket. “It’s no problem, and thank you for helping me.”
“I um.. I better get going.” I cleared my throat and nodded. “Oh yeah.. don’t want you running late. Alright uh th – thanks again.” We smiled at each other as she turned and walked away. She was absolutely gorgeous. A woman like her will never be able to leave my mind now. I hope I get to see her again someday, but this is a huge city with lots of people so… maybe not. The chances of seeing her again is slim.
I was about to walk away when I noticed a box off to the side where we just where. “Oh no… it looks like we missed this one.” It was nicely wrapped like the rest of her boxes and bags. It’s probably for someone special.
I need to get this to her.
I looked around and tried to spot that red coat of hers, but it was like she had vanished into thin air. I looked back and forth and couldn’t find where she was. How fast was she walking? She couldn’t have gotten that far so quickly, right?
I remembered telling her somethin’ about a flower shop nearby, so that’s where she’s got to be. I have to run back into her eventually. I quickly made my way past the people walking opposite of me as they gave me weird looks when I pushed my way through. I just got to find her. I can’t even call out to her – I didn’t even catch her name. She’s just my mystery girl.
After a few minutes, I found the flower shop I directed her to a few moments before. I hope she’s still in there.
The little bell rang when I opened the door, indicating that someone had just come in or just left. I took a quick glance around and didn’t see the girl I was looking for. Disappointment settled into my once before hopeful one before walking up to the lady at the front desk as she greeted me with a smile.
“Hello, how can I help you?” She asked. “Hi uh did someone with a bunch of boxes and bags come in here?”
“Sir, everyone is carrying boxes and bags. You might wanna be a little more specific.”
“She was wearing a red coat?..” It came out more like a question than a statement. “She dropped something and I’m just trying to return it back to her.” She thought for a moment and I felt my hope start to dwindle down before she slowly nodded her head. “There was a woman in here a few minutes ago.”
I sighed and looked down at the box in my hand. “Can you please direct me to where she went?”
“Why should I do that? How do I know you didn’t just take it?”
“Well if I wanted it, I wouldn’t try to return it, now would I?”
She raised an eyebrow, not quite sure if she should tell me where my mystery girl went. “Just, please? Look at the wrapping on the box and think back to what she had in her hands. She accidentally dropped this when someone bumped into her and I just want to give it back.”
She stayed silent for a few moments before sighing, pointing straight at the door. “Alright, alright… she came in here to pick up an order. She looked like she was in a hurry and turned right after leaving the store.”
“Okay, thank you.” She waved me off and went to help out the next person behind me. I walked out the door and followed exactly where she had pointed me to. The cold gust of wind almost pushing me backwards. I kept up my pace and kept a lookout to where she could have gone.
I looked around until… is that..? I think it is! Oh, don’t lose sight of her now, Buck. I smiled as I finally found her among this big group of people. “Excuse me. Excuse me, just trying to get through.” I tried pushing my way in and evidently, people were pushing me back.
“Wait your turn like everybody else, buddy!”
“I’m not trying to cut the line! I’m just trying to – ”
“Get to the back! I was here first!”
“I don’t even know what this store is! Just let me through! I’m trying to get to someone!”
“Everythin’ alright?” I heard someone’s voice right beside me. I turned to look at who it was and low and behind, it just had to be him. “Yooo! Bucknasty, what are you doin’ here?” Sam smiled as he held a couple of bags in his hand. “You trynna get an espresso or somethin’?”
The smell of coffee made me instantly realize what shop I pushed my way into. I shook my head and sighed. “No, I’m just trying to find someone.”
“Ain’t we all?” I heard a guy laugh out as he listened in on our conversation. “Can you not?” I replied, furrowing my eyebrows as he shrugged his shoulders and looked at the crowd in front of us. “Who you lookin’ for?”
I reached up and scratched the back of my neck. “I uh.. I didn’t catch her name, but she’s wearing a red coat.” Sam leaned his head back and rolled his eyes, a little smile forming on his lips. “Are you actually serious right now? You were cutting in line to see a girl you have no clue who she is to what? Get her number?”
“No! I was..” I held up the box and showed him. “She accidentally dropped this and I just want to give it back.”
“Mhmm.”
“It’s the truth! Why doesn’t anybody believe me?”
“I don’t know man! I’d be a little apprehensive if someone told me that they were looking for a girl, who they don’t even know her name, and expect me to just wanna help the guy! C’mon, it sounds – ”
“Yeah, I know.. I know, okay? Just, you gotta help me. She had a lot of boxes and bags, I’m sure she’d be upset if she lost something.”
He sighed and leaned on his side. “Okay look, just because you looked like you wanted to cry when you saw the crowd – ”
“I didn’t look like I wanted to cry.” I mumbled angrily.
“Yeah, you did!” The guy from before spoke out as I turned to look at him. “Will you cut that out?”
“You gotta forgive him, he gets nervous when talking about pretty girls.”
“Sam!”
“I’m just jokin’, man!” He laughed. “She’s around here somewhere, so just calm down.” I tried to look for her in this crowd but to my avail, she was nowhere to be seen. Just my luck. I finally meet a pretty girl only for her to just disappear and slip through my fingers. “Hey, Buck?”
“Yeah?”
“What color did you say her coat was?”
“Red.. why?”
I look at him and see him pointing out the window across the street. “Is that her?” My eyes immediately spotted her coat and multiple bags in her hands. The wind blew her hair out of her face and sure enough, it was my mystery girl. “Looks like she wanted some baked goods. She probably didn’t wanna wait in line and just left this place.” She began walking away from the bakery and a rush of adrenaline ran through my body. “Shit, I can see her leaving. I gotta go.”
“Aye! Let me know how it goes!” I heard him yell out to me as I pushed my way past people, once again, to leave through the doors.
“Excuse me – ”
“Hey!”
“Sorry!”
After the constant shoving, I finally made it outside. I quickly glanced up at where I last saw her and there she was, waiting her turn to walk across the street. “H.. H – Hey!” I called out and practically ran to where she stood. “Hey! Wait up!” She turned her head towards to see who was yelling out for someone and finally noticed me. I jogged up to her and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hey, it’s me from – woah!” I slipped and landed right in front of her. “Oh my – are you alright?” I nodded and pushed myself up so she couldn’t put her things down to help me once again. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay.” I chuckled and rubbed the side of my body. She smiled at me as she recognized who I was.
“We have got to stop meeting like this.” She laughed. “Yeah well uh..” I looked down at the gift box in my hand and extended my arm towards her. “You dropped this earlier and I.. I just wanted to..”
She placed a couple of her bags down and reached over to grab onto the box in my hands. “... You came all this way looking for me just to return this?”
“Well, yeah I just had to see you again… to – to bring this back to you, obviously.”
Smooth, Buck. Very smooth.
She looked down at the box and thought for a moment before looking up at me. “Is that… proposition of helping me still on the table?” She asked and I smiled. “Of course it is.” I held out my hand.
“Uh.. I’m Bucky.” She took my hand in hers and we shook hands.
“I’m Y/N.”
Y/N… that’s a beautiful name.
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im-a-satanic-ritual · 11 months
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Y/N - Hi guys, I’m y/n
Sam - It’s nice to meet you y/n
Bucky - You got a last name doll?
Y/N - Rogers.
Sam - You Steve’s sister?
Y/N - Ha ha ha, no, I’m not.
Bucky - Stevie woulda’ told me if he had a daughter…?
Y/N - Well… Close.
Y/N - Sometimes I call him Daddy ;)
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mandyyvibes · 2 months
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Hydra Husbands- 40 …because the world is ending.
Or Winterbones up to you
40- a kiss because the world is ending; winterbones
f i f t e e n h u n d r e d w o r d s
i would love to make this a full fic and put it on ao3 one day goddamn. i kinda popped off.
Brock had never, in all his years of active field duty and life-or-death situations, been so fear-stricken as he had been when he opened his inbox to an email from Pierce.
It wasn’t the mere fact that Pierce sent out an email, one with ATTENTION STRIKE FORCE ALPHA AND CLEARANCE LEVEL EIGHT FACULTY in the subject line that had icy dread curling between Brock’s ribs.
It wasn’t the beginning of the email, in which Pierce sung his praises, gloating about how well the most recent mission had gone, that caused the dread to settle in a pit in Brock’s stomach.
It was what followed, one singular sentence, that had Brock leaping up out of his chair, kicking it to the side and storming out of the restaurant with Jack close behind, practically trembling with the horror that he felt.
The Asset will be permanently decommissioned by March 10th.
The Asset will be permanently decommissioned by March 10th.
Brock was a lot of things, but he wasn’t stupid. There had been talk of budget cuts and the merits of replacing the Asset with something purely mechanical, taking whatever fractured pieces of a human soul that remained within it out of the equation entirely.
It had been a rough couple of months for the Asset and its team. It seemed to need to go back to the chair more and more frequently as time went on; in barely-perceptible moments of weakness its hand would tremble, or it would whimper when no one was near it.
It was breaking. Brock wasn’t stupid.
But he had been foolish enough to hope that the lab coat jackasses would simply come up with a more effective way to wipe it. Something that lasted longer, something that could reach deeper into its brain and remove all the horrors of its successes.
Instead, Pierce was going to have it put down.
“What the fuck, man?” Jack snapped, jogging after Brock to keep up with his rage-fueled pace.
“We’re going to work. Now. Check your phone.”
“God, what is it this time…”
Brock was in the car by the time Jack could read the e-mail, revving the engine impatiently. The beginnings of a plan had already begun forming in his mind, though it did little to settle the nauseous feeling of dread.
Jack opened the passenger door and gave a grim nod, one that said I’m with you on this one.
That’s why he was Brock’s right hand man.
March 10th.
It was March 4th.
He had six days before everything would come crashing down around him. He couldn’t bear to start from scratch- he didn’t want to start from scratch.
This felt closer to the end of the world than any world crisis or alien invasion had ever felt before.
“Where is it?” Brock’s voice boomed and ricocheted off of the concrete walls, just decibels away from a shout. He knew he had to keep his cool, to keep up appearances for now.
The handful of technicians busying themselves with paperwork gave him a strange look.
“Cryo prep-“
“No. No, fuck no. Leave it out.”
“Pierce ordered-“
“I don’t give a RAT’S ASS what Pierce ordered. Do you know who the fuck I am?!” He was yelling now, clenching his fists and working his jaw.
“Rumlow,” Came a calm voice from behind him.
Alexander Pierce himself stood at the bottom of the stairwell, many floors below where he usually ventured.
“Sir.” Brock grunted, chastised. He knew that this conversation would impact the entire course of the rest of his life. No room for fuck-ups.
“The most humane way to do this is to leave it in cryo,” Pierce said pointedly, gesturing to the heavy metal door on the far wall. “I understand that this might seem sudden, but Sitwell-“
“Mr. Secretary.” Brock interrupted, shoving his hands in his pocket and taking a step forward, chin raised in a show of nonchalance. “It has served us well for decades. I simply want to see it in action one last time. I’m requesting permission to take it up to the gym to spar-“
“You want to hurt it one last time,” Pierce’s eyebrows were raised. He would’ve been smirking, if he had been capable of such a thing.
“There’s no point keeping it in good condition now,” Brock replied, mirroring his amused expression.
He felt sick.
He felt angry that he felt sick.
“Alright. You can have it for a couple hours. Then it needs to go back into the cryo tank.”
“Thank you, sir. Hail Hydra.”
“Hail Hydra.”
Brock let his shoulders sag slightly as Pierce disappeared up the stairs. This is what years of loyalty to this organization had gotten him. A couple hours.
He maneuvered into a camera blind spot and pulled out his phone to text Jack.
It was still in its gear from the last mission. No one had even bothered to clean it. Cryo prep, his ass. Those lab coats were just bluffing.
The Asset stood at attention, its back pressed against the wall. It was almost strange to see it like this, its gaunt face exposed, after growing used to seeing it with its muzzle on. It looked like they hadn’t been feeding it enough.
Brock let the door shut behind him and could practically feel the Asset’s fear dissipate, though it didn’t move an inch. He took a step forward.
“Kneel.”
The Asset knelt, falling silently, gracefully, to its knees.
Everything was still. Brock watched it for a couple long moments, waiting for a tremor or a sob, anything that indicated weakness.
It couldn’t know the fate that Pierce had dictated for it.
“Are you listening to me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Brock crossed the room in two strides, resting a hand gently atop its matted hair. He resisted the urge to tug on it and listened to the way its breath deepened. Something primal ached deep within his chest.
“Who do you belong to?”
“Hydra, Sir.”
“And who is your primary handler?”
“Commander Rumlow, Strike Force Alpha, Identification number 06081965,” Its eyes narrowed as if it was processing something, reaching into the depths of its brain to understand. “You, Sir.”
“Good, good job. Look at me,” Brock crouched down, putting himself at its eye level, breaking nearly every protocol in the book- protocol that he had written.
It looked startled when it met his eyes. There was something deer-in-headlights about the icy blue gaze. It looked back at him as if waiting for answers, for instructions, for help.
Brock would have put money on the fact that it could sense his fear. He took a deep breath.
“There’s been an emergency. You are going to come with Rollins and I and listen to every word that we say. No hesitation.”
The sound of a nearby explosion made the Asset break eye contact for half a second, gaze darting to the source of the noise.
Deafening alarms began to ring.
“Soldier!” Brock barked, gripping it by the back of the neck. “What did I say? Look at me, goddammit.”
“Sorry, Sir. Please.”
It held eye contact once again, conveying everything that it couldn’t say with its eyes. It was scared, it was confused, it hadn’t mean to upset him.
“It’s alright. Nothing outside of normal mission parameters, just focus. Any weapons on you?”
“No, sir.”
Brock slipped a knife from his boot, tucking it into one of the many holsters affixed to the Asset’s clothing.
“That’ll do for now, Rollins is bringing in some guns in approximately two minutes. That’s when we move. Do you require anything else for optimal functionality?”
“The Asset has not been provided nutrition in approximately six days, Sir.”
No wonder it fucking trembled. Brock could’ve burnt the whole place down, he was so mad. He reached into his pocket and produced a Jolly Rancher hard candy (Jack’s favorite).
“You see this? This is candy. It’s a reward. You can have it if you do good, if we get out of here. And I’ll get you some real food too.”
“Thank you, Sir,” It all but whispered, still staring at him unblinkingly. It hadn’t even looked away to assess the candy.
It was so good.
It would be good.
Brock stood, keeping time carefully in his head. They had about thirty seconds. He motioned for the Asset to rise and follow him towards the door.
One second passed. Brock turned around and stepped towards it, toeing at its boot with his own.
Two seconds. They would get out together, all three of them. Flee the country. He already had forged paperwork for the Asset.
Three seconds. But if they didn’t…
Four seconds. Brock lifted his chin slightly and leaned in. The Asset remained perfectly still, perfect, lips slightly parted. It breathed in through its nose and out through its mouth.
Five seconds. It exhaled. Brock pressed his lips to it, something chaste and sweet, entirely unlike anything he’d done to it before.
Six, seven, eight, another explosion. The Asset inhaled and exhaled once again. It did not speak.
Brock kissed it again, because he could, because this very well might be his last chance. The rage in his veins popped and simmered like hot grease. Together, or this was the end.
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