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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Hi 🤗 would you do a bday imagine for me? I adore your writing so much! A Bucky one where it’s your anniversary but you get called on a mission and it goes slightly wrong as you see a little bomb thrown in bucks direction. You push him aside and take the full impact of the explosion. You barely survive with serious injuries and you end up being revived and later in a coma and Bucky is always by your side. One day you finally wake up again and Bucky takes care of you and it’s all cute?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: soft fluffy smut because i can’t help myself lol (OMG IT’S NOT FLUFFY LMAOOOO) (i was finna do fluffy smut for their anniversary but it got filthy real quick ajhfbguhrtg, angst, scared bucky :(

cw: violence and graphic depictions of fighting and bombs and death *sad face*

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: I'm so sorry I couldn't get this to you sooner love i was having a really hard time with this concept and i just didn’t feel confident in what it was becoming but i really like what i came up with so I hope you had a beautiful birthday and enjoy bug!!

ps: we’re working on anti-valentine part 2 ;)

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“Y/n!”

Ringing echoed in your ear painfully.

“Please, don’t leave me. I need you,” you heard Bucky’s voice echo as well.

Smoke filled your lungs and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your leg burned but you can’t seem to figure out why it did.

“Y/n, keep your eyes open, come on, baby,” Bucky voice sounded warped and you tried your hardest to focus on his voice. Your eyes grew too heavy and soon you blacked out.

“Help!”

“Somebody!”

“She’s fallen into a come; it was all we could do.”

“I’m here, baby.”

“The other day, Steve and I went to the store and I found your favorite flowers. I just had to buy them of course; for you.”

“Peter asked about you today, I didn’t really know what to tell him so I told him about the story of when we first met.”

“Baby, please wake up; I need you, I miss you so fucking much.”

“Wake up.”

“WAKE UP!”

Bucky sat next to you by your bed as you laid still and unmoving just as you had been for the past three months. Bucky came everyday to the medical center and talked to you even though he knew you probably couldn’t hear him. He held your hand softly and suddenly the heartbeat monitor that you were hooked up to for the time being began beeping very quickly. Worried, Bucky called for Dr. Cho and Bruce to come to the medical center as soon as possible.

“What happened?” Bruce asked Buck.

“I don’t know, I was just sitting here and it started beeping really fast,” Bucky said, panicked.

“Ok can you step out please?” Bruce started to lead him out and others arrived at the medical center after hearing the commotion.

“No, I’m not leaving her,” Bucky fought.

“Bucky, please,” Bruce begged.

“No, no!” Bucky thrashed around as Steve grabbed him and pulled him out.

Hours later felt like an eternity as Bucky waited outside your door. He waited for any news but he was clueless. Nat, Sam, Steve, and Tony waited with him also clueless about the status of your condition. Wanda and Vision had returned from a mission aware of the news and rushed to meet the rest of the team at the medical center.

“Is she awake?” Wanda asked breathlessly.

“We don’t know,” Nat answered.

“Vis?” Wanda turned to him.

“I’m afraid I’m in a bit of a state of panic, I don’t think I can get an evaluation right now,” he said sadly.

“Don’t stress, you two. Go get some rest. We’ll let you know what happens,” Steve told them.

They waited all night and by morning they all rested on top of each other, heads on each other's shoulders still waiting for any type of news. When the door suddenly opened, everyone who was asleep instantly and simultaneously woke up anxious for what news they’d receive.

“Barnes,” Bruce said softly; Bucky expected the worst, tears brimming his eyes silently preparing himself for the end of his happiness.

“She asked for you,” he said and Bucky sobbed, thankful you were awake. He took a very deep breath and walked through the door alone.

When his eyes met yours he felt like he couldn't breathe anymore. You looked so beautiful and he couldn’t believe you were awake again. He waited so long to be able to hear your voice, hold you close, tell stories and laugh with you.

“Bucky,” you whispered.

He lunged at you and hugged you tightly and you hugged him back just as hard.

“You came back to me,” Bucky sobbed into your shoulder.

“Of course I did; I always come back to you,” your voice croaked.

“I missed you so much, baby,” he cupped your face.

“What happened?”

“You played hero, like you always do,” Bucky chuckled.

You were held up after being ambushed by too many Hydra agents. You had the material you needed and sent it over to Fury and Hill; now you just had to get the hell out of there but that was proving to be an entire challenge in itself.

Hydra had thrown smoke bombs at you two in hopes to distract and lose you but you proved to be stealthier and stronger taking out many agents already. Bucky was busy fighting an agent as were you and you took down your agent before he did.

You turned to him and to the very side of Bucky a man had detonated a bomb that wasn't a smoke bomb. You didn’t think much before you moved forward and covered the bomb with your body. Bucky snapped the neck of his enemy and grabbed you to pull you away from the bomb but it got stuck to leg and exploded.

Ringing echoed in your ear painfully.

Smoke filled your lungs and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Bucky grabbed you and knew it was best to not move you considering the state you were in; he couldn’t risk a single thing. More hydra agents flooded in and Bucky grabbed the gun you held and fired perfect headshots to each agent killing every single one easily.

He held you close and tried to connect to someone but the bomb interfered with both your comms. He yelled and screamed and cried keeping you in his arms looking for anyone who could be a friend nearby.

Your eyes fluttered and he kept telling you to stay awake, to keep talking, to stay alive. He couldn’t lose you.

“Hey, you can’t leave me; today’s our anniversary, remember? Four years today. The best four years of my life baby. I can’t lose you,” he cried.

Your body felt limp in his arms and he cried even more. The quinjet came up and medics came and took you away from him. He yelled and shouted and protested but ultimately broke down from feeling helpless.

Hours later they came and told Bucky that they put in a medically induced coma; it was all your body was willing to negotiate.

“She’s fallen into a come; it was all we could do.”

Bucky stayed by side all night and everyday until today. Your body reacted to the memories and everything Bucky had told while you were asleep. You fought and man did you fight hard. You needed to wake up and you did just that; reunited with the love of life 3 months later.

“God, I love you so much,” Bucky kissed you.

“I love you too.”

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“Bucky have you seen my black shirt? The one with the laces in the back?” you shouted.

“Did you check the clothes on the hangers?”

“Found it!”

Bucky straightened his shirt with a chuckle as he looked at himself in the mirror. Since the two of you originally missed your anniversary date because you almost got yourself killed. Tony gifted you two a reservation for dinner to celebrate.

Bucky turned around and found staring back at him wearing your black top \you found; you had a small smile on your face.

“You look so beautiful darling,” he whispered holding your hips gently.

“You look very handsome, my love,” you kissed him faintly.

“You ready?” you nodded.

Dinner sucked.

The food was alright, not incredible like you guys had been expecting but that wasn’t even the worst of it. The waiter that was attending to you was constantly flirting with you and Bucky wasn’t having it. When he requested a new one, the waitress that came suddenly lost the top buttons of her shirt and flirted with Bucky.

So you two left.

When you got back to your shared room, Bucky pressed you hard against the door as soon as it closed. His lips kissing you hard and his hand already untying the strings that laced your top. Your hands gripped his shirt and soon entangled themselves in his hair.

“Fucking asshole,” Bucky grunted.

“You think you had a bad time? The bitch suddenly had her tits out when she started waiting us,” you groaned, making Bucky laugh.

“Yeah that wasn't a great experience. I’m sorry, baby.”

“Don’t be; all I need is you and already have that,” you whispered against his lips.

“I fucking adore you,” he said, picking you up and tossing you in the bed.

You sat up and pulled Bucky close to you as you seductively unbuttoned his shirt. Bucky bit his lip as he stared at you and you suddenly felt very small.

“No, don't get all shy on me. Keep going darling,” he encouraged.

You moved your hands down and unbuckled his belt pulling his pants and boxers down his thick thighs you loved so much. You kissed his chest and let your hands roamed across his stomach and waist pulling him close.

He pushed you down on the bed and kissed you breasts, tracing his tongue down the center of your chest to your stomach. He slowly curled his fingers over the hem of your pants and underwear and pulled down your legs as you did to him.

He kissed up your legs before reaching over to the bedside table and pulled a condom from inside the drawer. He pulled it down over his length and pumped a few times before settling perfectly between your hips.

Your legs wrapped around his own hips, excitedly anticipating what's to come. Bucky cupped your face gently, slowly sliding into you with ease. Since you left the stupid resteraunt, you knew Bucky was pissed off and Bucky was pissed you got absolutely railed into oblivion. You were just waiting, arousal dripping from you, for him to snap.

He gave little time to adjust to enormous size; you were already a jittery and whimpering mess underneath him. Your chest heaved up and down and Bucky sat up on his knees pulling you with him. You held his shoulders tightly and continued to move up and down, riding Bucky.

“You look so beautiful, baby. Fuck, I love you so much,” Bucky wrapped his hand around your throat, sqyeezing ever so gently, and pulled you against his lips. With his other hand he held both of your hands behind your back tightly; your chest flushed against his. He could feel your hardened nipples pressing into his skin.

“Bucky,” you moaned.

“Feel good? My cock feel good fucking you deep inside?” he grabbed one of your hands and placed it on your lower stomach; you could feel him poking your hand slightly with each vigorous thrust.

“Oh fuck, baby,” you moaned looking down in between your bodies. The obscene sounds of him moving rapidly in and out of you echoed in the large bedroom. The sight was just as filthy but you were basking in every second of it.

Bucky flipped your body over and pulled your hips up harshly immediately slamming back into you. Your back arch and Bucky’s hands rubbed deliciously up and down your spine. He lifted his hand briefly and striked down smack your ass hard. Your head threw back quickly and you moaned loudly at the tingling sensation left imprinted on you.

Bucky hips snapped into yours repeatedly, seemingly to be chasing his orgasm. Wanting to meet him, you snaked your hand down your front and circled your clit tightening the coil in your stomach. You heard Bucky grunts get louder as did your moans until finally you felt Bucky hips come to a sudden stop.

Your body shook violently as you came hard; your head fell into the pillows and you let out a pornographic moan; high-pitched and shaky. You felt Bucky’s lips moving up your spine softly and your body trembled under them. His hands caress your sides as he gently pulled out.

“You did so well for me, my love. You were perfect,” he whispered. You simply breathed heavily trying to steady your heart rate. You could feel Bucky moving behind you and quickly returned to clean your body up and his too.

“Baby?” he whispered when he was finished cleaning.

“Hm?” you hummed.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, that was incredible,” you smiled lazily.

“You are so perfect to me. So good to me,” he cuddled you; you squirmed and bit your lip smiling at him of which he returned.

“I love you so much,” he said.

“I love you too, Bucky.”

“Well, uh happy late anniversary, doll,” he said, making you laugh.

“Happy late anniversary.”

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cazimagines · 3 years

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Slipping through my fingers

Synopsis: While waiting for Bucky to arrive Zemo reflects on the past, remembering time he spent with his family and when he found them after the Sokovian attack

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, guns, dark imagery, this is a very sad fic, includes a scene from episode 5

Word Count: 2.2k

Author's note: This isn’t a fic that involves a reader this time, I wanted to write about scenes with Zemo and his family as every time I think about it; it makes me sad and I haven’t seen anything like this done yet. Recommended you listen to sad music while reading if you want to feel even more pain. Sorry if this makes you cry.

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Screams echoed throughout the hospital room, bouncing off the walls. Nurses rushed around grabbing towels and rushing towards the bed. A man paced back and forth. He ran his hands through his hair in stress as he kept looking over at the hospital bed.

“Helmut” she whispered

Instantly he was by her side. She raised out her arm, palm open wide. He clasped it, giving a tender kiss on her knuckles. “I’m here, my love” he confided as she clenched her eyes. She let out an ear-piercing shriek, clenching his hand tightly as she squeezed.

After a few minutes she exhaled, and the sound of a baby crying filled the room. The nurses wrap the child up in a clean towel, wiping away as much blood as they could before handing it over to the women.

“A boy!” they say

The woman smiled down happily as the baby wriggled in her arms. She lifted her arm to tickle him as her husband wrapped his arm around her shoulders, smiling at his son. She looks to him and holds up the baby, offering him to Zemo. He carefully picks up the child, holding him as if he was the most fragile thing in the world.

“Your heir” she whispers as she watches them, a sweet smile gracing her lips.

Tears of happiness slip down Zemo’s face as he looks at his son, his smile as wide as it could be. He leans down and places a gentle kiss on his son’s forehead. Turning back to his wife, he presses a kiss on her forehead as well and hands their son to her.

“Our son, my beautiful baroness,”

Sirens echoed in the street. Though it was days later since the attack, dust still fell as if a reminder of how everything has crumbled. Fallen down.

Footsteps thudded across the pavement. His eyes scanned the wreckage of once his summer house, away from the city. He could feel people staring. They recognized him. The baron. But in a matter of a few days, he had lost any power he had. Now he was one of them, suffering because of the attack, desperate to find his family.

He called out their names. His father, wife, son. There was no answer. Just people staring at him.

He asked them if they had seen anyone else. They shook their heads.

Angrily he walked forward, grabbing the rocks, determined he would find them alive under the rubble.

They had to be alive. They had to be.

“Tonight I am a father!” Zemo declared, sitting down on the lavish seat next to his father.

“And I am a grandfather. I think a drink is in order” his father chuckles, pouring out whiskey into two glasses, placing the bottle back into the glass cabinet. He hands the drink to his son and they give a toast.

“To a long and healthy life for your son,” his father exclaims

“Cheers!” Zemo shouts, clinking his glass with his father’s then eagerly drinking.

His father sits back in his armchair, getting comfy and exhaling happily. He glances at his son, smiling warmly.

“What name have you chosen?”

“Carl. After Grandpa,”

Zemo’s father’s eyes glossed over with tears after hearing that name. His smile tightens as he reaches over to embrace his son.

“Your mother would be proud,”

Zemo hugs him back tightly, burying his head in his father’s shoulders, enjoying the comfort the embrace brought to him, as if he himself was a child again.

“Thank you” he whispers to his father, “Thank you”

After hours of searching, he could see them. The breath leaves his lungs, an inhumane noise falls out from him. He rushes to his father’s side, not caring at how the dirt clung to his clothes, the blood staining them.

His father was hunched over, his arms wrapped around two bodies. Blood stained his head. It trailed down the side of his face, tinting the floor and a rock. A piece of ceiling that had fallen down.

A sob was pulled from Zemo, his eyes clouded with tears he could hardly see. His hand was raised to his mouth, trying to keep everything in. His other hand brushes over his father’s head, wanting to feel his warming embrace one last time, but the skin was cold, clammy. Dead.

His eyes moved further down.

Zemo walked into the kitchen, grinning as he saw the situation before him. His son sat in a baby chair, the remainders of his breakfast split all over the table. His wife was also covered in parts of his breakfast. She held a rag in her hand, attempting to clean up the mess Carl made.

“I see we’ve had quite the disaster this morning” Zemo jokes, walking over to his son, placing a kiss on his head. He pulls out a tissue of his coat pocket and wipes the rest of the breakfast off Carl’s lips.

“Carl has decided he now hates porridge,”

“I don’t blame him. Why have porridge when there are so many other things you can have for breakfast that taste much better,” Zemo says, stepping over to stand in front of his wife, “Like for example, you,” he adds quickly giving his wife a peck on the lips.

“Helmut!” his wife exclaims, looking around the room flustered. “Not in front of Carl”

“I had not realised he suddenly understood the whole English language” he said glancing back to his son who was staring at them, his eyes sparkling and a giggle coming from him.

Zemo turns back to his wife, a smirk on his lips. He raises up the tissue and rubs the porridge off her face. Her eyes flicker to his thin lips, then back to his warm chocolate eyes.

“Oh Helmut” she purrs, warmth flooding her.

Zemo raises his hands to cradle her face, pressing a longer, passionate kiss to her lips. Her arms wrap around his abdomen, tugging him closer to her. He draws back from the kiss, instead burying his head into her neck, kissing it as he wraps his arms around her back, resting on the back of her head, gently stroking her hair.

“I love you so much darling” he sighs, inhaling the sweet smell of her strawberry tainted perfume.

“I love you to Helmut. For forever,”

Her hair was matted with blood, her skin deathly pale. Bruises ran down her arms, down her neck.

Zemo pulled her out from under his father. He whispered her name, shaking her.

“Please,” he begged, “Please wake up,”

But she didn’t.

A scream wrenched from his throat. Hot tears spilled from his eyes. He buried his face into her hair, letting all the pain out. His heart plummeted, shattering inside his chest. He didn’t care who was watching, who was taking photos, videos. He just wanted her. But she was gone.

“Come on, it’s bedtime for you,” Zemo declares, gripping his son’s hand and leading him to his bedroom.

Zemo helped Carl into his pj’s then settled him into his bed, tucking him in.

“Dad, I’m scared of the monster under by bed,” Carl whispers

Zemo tilts his head looking at his son, “The monster under your bed?” he whispers back, leaning towards his son

“Yeah! I think it’s going to eat me,”

“Well, we can’t be having that can we,” Zemo claims, “I’ll look under the bed to see if I can spot anything,”

Carl holds his breath as Zemo dips his head down, searching under the bed. He stays under there for a few moments till,

“ROAR” Zemo shouts suddenly jumping up and at Carl, maintaining his hands in claw shapes and opening his mouth wide to look scary. His son shrieks and Zemo instantly goes to tickle him, making Carl laugh hysterically.

Finally, they settled down and Zemo rested his head on the side of his son’s bead, leaning on his side on the floor.

“That was mean dad!” Carl claims, crossing his arms as he glares at Zemo, but he struggles to keep a smile off his lips.

Zemo chuckles, smiling warmly at his son, “Sorry Carl, but I can confirm there is nothing under your bed,”

“But what if it comes back at night?”

“I’ll always be here to protect you, son. You know that,”

Zemo glances around the room and his eyes land on the pile of his son’s superheroes action figures. He leans over and picks up Iron Man off the heap and hands him to his son.

“But while I am not in the room Iron man here will protect you,”

Carl smiles, hugging the toy tightly.

“Do you think I’ll get to see the real Iron man one day?” he begs.

“I’m sure I can arrange something,” Zemo says, “Now you need to go to sleep or mummy will be upset with us”

Zemo leans over and tenderly puts a kiss on his son’s forehead. He walks away from the bed and glances over one last time at the bed, watching his son gently fall to sleep. He smiles to himself and presses the light switch off.

His little hands were still clutching her body. His once smooth dark brown hair was messy, unkept. His favorite t-shirt, with the dinosaur on, was torn. Stained. Zemo clung to him tightly. He gripped his son in his arms, but his son wasn’t there anymore.

Zemo didn’t even try to suppress his shrieks of agony. The sound burst from his throat. The sound of complete and utter grief.

“Carl,” he wailed, “My son. Please,”

He didn’t even know what he was asking for anymore. For time to go back? For revenge? All he felt was the pain. His eyes squeezed closed, not wanting to see the ghostly face his son still had. He crumpled on the ground beside his wife. His son still cradled against his body.

Slowly he opened his eyes, wiping the tears away. Something red caught his eyes. Beside the bodies was an Iron Man action figure.

Zemo reached a hand out and picked it up. His jaw clenched in hatred as he glared down at it. Using the last bit of strength he had, he threw the toy to the floor shattering it into a thousand pieces.

Years later, Zemo found himself at the same spot where he had lost everything he cherished. Before him stood a statue. The memorial sculpture to all the lives that were lost. His family. There were no flowers by it. He should have brought flowers.

An exquisite landscape surrounded it. Though if he reflected back on it, Sokovia had always been beautiful. He’d just taken the scenery for granted.

He was waiting for the end he knew was coming. Any minute.

He was grateful in a way. He got to appreciate life for one last time. Enjoy what it was like being a Baron again just for a moment. And now he has to go home. Soon to join his family. To see them again.

As he stared at the statue, he could hear footsteps approaching. They finally stopped beside him.

“I thought you’d be here sooner,” he says, taking one last look at the memorial before him. He turns his head slightly towards Bucky, then looks down to the ground to gather his words.

“Don’t worry. I’ve decided I’m not going to kill you,”

“Imagine my relief,”

Bucky moves the gun as Zemo turns towards him, but Zemo already knew he had it. It was Bucky, after all. The winter soldier is still inside of him.

If these were his last moments, he could at least provide some advice to Bucky, though he doubted Bucky would listen. He’d grown fond of Bucky and Sam with the time they spent together and he knew them well enough to know they wouldn’t listen, but it was the least he could do to help.

“The girl has been radicalised beyond salvation,” Zemo says, stepping towards Bucky.

“I warned Sam, but he didn’t listen to me. He’s stubborn as Steve Rogers before him. But you…”

Zemo studies Bucky for a second, curious about his reaction, but Bucky remains impassive, expressionless. ‘One thing they had trained him for’, Zemo thought.

“They literally programmed you to kill. James, do what needs to be done. Karli has people everywhere and there is only one way to make sure she cannot continue her mission.”

“I appreciate the advice. But we’re going to do it our own way,”

Zemo chuckles slightly, looking away from Bucky. A slight melancholy in his voice, “Yeah. I was afraid you would say that”

There was a moment of silence between them, They both knew what was coming. What had to be done.

Zemo’s eyes flicker down to the gun as it clicks again. He perceived what was to happen, but now the moment was here, he could feel fear creep up on him. It crawled into his broken soul. He let out a shaky breath as he brought his gaze back up to Bucky as he raised the gun.

Zemo started down the barrel at Bucky, his gaze unwavering. Though he feared it. It was what he wanted.

He nods at Bucky signaling. It was okay. He would see his family soon.

Bucky pulled the trigger.

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lexwritess · 3 years

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And It Was All Yellow [B.B]

Pairing- Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings- anxiety, depression, panic attacks, death, blood, fighting

Word count- 2.2k

a/n- this is based on the song yellow by Coldplay link is in the fic if you want to listen while reading. I’m super proud of this I hope you guys enjoy it! It would be super appreciated if you reblogged so more people could see it!

“For you I’d bleed myself dry.”

You Bucky, Sam, Steve, and Nat were sent on a mission in Canada. Someone that used to work for HYDRA formed their own army, trying to fulfill what HYDRA wanted.

Currently you all were on a jet on the way there, discussing everything you know so far.

“Okay so we know they have two super soldier assassians, and they’re experimenting with other unknown substances.” Steve was explaining and trying to strategize a plan for when we get there. Bucky and Steve always wanted to have a plan before going on a mission.

“Y/n, do you remember what they used on you when you were kidnapped?” Natasha asked you.

HYDRA kidnapped you about three years ago. They did experiments on you, trying to make you more powerful than any other assassin they made before. The things they injected you with gave you powers. You were able to heal, and create energy shields. But the first time you used your powers it nearly killed you, one of the HYDRA agents was shot and they told you to heal him, but when you did it nearly ripped you apart. They left you to die after. That’s when Steve found you. Bruce did some scans and tests to try to figure out what they did, but he couldn’t figure it out. But you were told to never use your powers again or it would kill you.

“No all I know is that they used the super soldier serum mixed with other things.” You reply back to them.

You wish you could use your powers. It would be so helpful to everybody and you could save a lot of lives. Tony and Bruce worked together to try to let you be able to use them but the only thing it did was make your eyes flash a yellow color when you thought about using them, similar to Wanda.

“Okay, I thought so but it was worth a shot.” Nat replied back to you.

You nodded and Steve got back to explaining his plan.

“Hey doll.” You hear Bucky whisper beside you.

“Hey Buck.” You smile at him as he wraps an arm around you.

“Can you promise me something?” He paused letting out a slight sigh.

“Please go along with the plan.”

“Yeah of course, I always do.” You reply, scrunching your eyebrows in confusion. You didn’t know why he was telling you this. He’s never done this before.

“No you don’t. You always go on your own way and almost get hurt everytime-.” You interrupted his rant.

“But I never have.” You smirk at him.

“Doesn’t mean you ever will, but please darling they’re dangerous. You almost died last time you were with them. I-I can’t lose you Y/n.” Bucky’s eyes glaze over.

You don’t know what’s gotten into him. We’ve gone on missions that were way more dangerous than this one.

“You’re not going to lose me Bucky, sometimes you can’t follow the plan though.” You look at him with concern.

He pulls you in for a hug and holds you there for a minute kissing your forehead.

“What’s the matter James, why are you so worried.” You cup his cheek and he turns his head away.

“It’s stupid.” He grumbles.

“It’s not stupid if it’s got you this upset bub, tell me.” You persist.

He sighs and rolls his eyes. “I had a dream you died.” He mumbles. You heard him though. You’re used to him being embarrassed of his feelings so he’ll just mumble everything out.

“Bucky, nothings going to happen to me.” You smile and put both your hands on his cheeks, giving him a big kiss.

He chuckles at your silliness, you always know how to make him feel better.

“You kiss like a Grandma.” He laughs at you.

“You’re older than my Grandma.” You giggle back as he pulls you closer to him, giving you a proper kiss.

“You better not die either or I’ll kill you.” You pout at him.

“I like your logic, doll.” He hums back at you.

“Promise me.” You say to him seriously.

“I promise.” He smiles grabbing your pinky and intertwining it with his.

“Alright love birds, we’re here get ready.” Sam smiles at you guys.

Once you guys got off the jet a car was parked there and HYDRA uniforms were in it, giving you all a disguise.

You all got out of the car and are standing together, reviewing the plan one more time.

“Okay we go in there, try to keep a low profile. Try to avoid fighting as much as possible we don’t want their assassians after us. We get to the basement and destroy their machines. Easy.” Steve says confidently.

“Okay, what happens if we get caught?” Sam asks.

“Try not to make a big scene. Use that move we learned at training last week. If that doesn’t work let us know where you are.” Steve explains.

“Okay, you guys ready?” Steve gives a reassuring smile to everyone and you go in.

You all split up and go to different parts of the facility that lead to the basement.

“Hey you!” You hear someone shout at you. Damn it you were so close to the basement.

“Who are you?” The man looks at you, scanning your face.

“Taylor Prince.” You say confidently. Sam demanded you all had fake names.

He makes a puzzled face but you whisper up to him the word Nat told you guys to say in Russian.

He nods his head and your off back to the basement.

You hear static from your ear piece and a voice cutting in.

“I’m going to need you guys, soldiers in the basement.” Sam says. You hear gun shots and shells dropping. You hurry the rest of the way down the hallway into the basement.

Nat and you got there at the same time and you run down the stairs to see the rest of your team fighting the super soldiers.

There’s a few guards down there as well. You and Natasha go to knock them out making it easier to get rid of the soldiers.

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“Goddamn it, these soldiers wouldn’t give up.” You sigh out happy that you guys can finally do what you need to do.

“Yeah that’s how you two were.” Sam rolls his eyes.

“Oh sorry.” You reply give a nervous smile to Bucky.

“Okay let’s hurry before they wake up.” Steve says and you guys run towards their machines.

You look over and see a shadow. “Hey guys I think someone’s over-.” You were cut off by a gun shot. You all snap your head at the direction of the sound.

You hear a groan and someone drop to the floor.

You look down and see Bucky clutching his chest. They shot his heart.

Anger is all you feel.

You take out your pistol and shoot the soldier. Shot after shot after shot...

“Y/n! Y/n stop shooting he’s dead!” Steve yells at you snapping you out of it.

You drop to your knees by Bucky’s side.

“Hey doll.” He tries to give you a smile and coughs up blood.

You let out a sob and look away. You can’t. You can’t let him go.

“You promised me.” You cry out, your voice cracking as you let out another sob.

“Sometimes you can’t follow the plan though.” Bucky replies, copying what you said to him on the jet.

“I-I can’t.” You pause, tears never stop streaming from your face. “I can’t live without you.” You hiccup.

“You can. I love you.” Bucky closes his eyes.

“No, no Bucky open your eyes!” You yell.

Bucky is breathing shallow breaths. You can see he’s losing oxygen.

“Say it back before I go.” He breathes out.

“Buck...” You say so quiet you’re not sure if he heard you.

“Y/n, please.”

“I love you Bucky. I love you so much.” Your voice fades out and you begin sobbing again.

You see the slightest smile form on his face and his chest rises for the last time.

“No, no, no, no, no.” You start panicking. “C’mon Y/n.” Sam says softly grabbing your arms trying to lead you away from your dead boyfriend.

You push him away and finally break.

“No! Bucky wake up! I know you can, you can, wake up Buck please!” You start repeating yourself over and over again.

“You promised!” You’re screaming now. Screaming and sobbing you feel two sets of hands on you now grabbing you pulling you back.

“Get off of me!” You scream at them, your eyes glowing yellow.

“Y/n. Don’t.” Natasha tells you sternly. Dry tears in her face.

You turn away from them and start using your powers for the first time since you almost died.

“Y/n STOP!” Steve comes over to pull you away from his deceased best friend. You sway your hand over in his direction and his body hits the wall.

You put your hands on Bucky’s wound, praying that this works.

You feel your body starting to tear it’s self apart. You groan out in pain, but continue trying to bring Bucky back.

“Y/n, you’re going to kill yourself!” Sam yells at you.

The yellow light between you and Bucky is almost blinding. Your body can’t take much more.

Your screaming in agony at this point. You give one last big push of your powers before collapsing to the floor. You can barley see. White stars and blind spots cover your vision, probably from all the blood your body is loosing. It won’t be long till you bleed out.

You hear a gasp and slowly turn your head towards the noise.

It worked.

“Y/n! What? Doll why would you-why would you do that?” Bucky rushes to your side.

“I can’t live without you Buck. I told you.” You reach your hand out for Bucky to hold. He cups your hand between his and rests his head against it while sobbing.

You wanted to feel that chill vibranium one more time.

“Y/n, I can’t do this why would you kill yourself for me?” Bucky can’t stop questioning everything. He’s in shock from being dead and the fact the love of his life is dying right in front of him.

“For you I’d bleed myself dry.” You smile at him, giving his hand one last squeeze.

“You told me you would follow the plan.” Bucky says his voice pitching up.

“You know I can’t follow the rules.” You give him a smirk.

“Goodbye Buck, I love you more than life.” You whisper out.

“You know I love you so...” Bucky replies he’s so upset all his senses are shutting down. You let out one last breath and your body goes limp in Bucky’s arms.

‘Cause you were all yellow...

The room lit up with a blinding yellow light.

You were gone.

The room is filled with cries and the screams from the former assassin.

He weeps against your chest. Cursing himself for letting this happen. No one hurts his doll.

“We gotta go Fury needs us back ASAP.” Natasha says with barely any emotion. She feels numb.

Bucky lets out a mad yell and starts punching the ground before those screams turn into more sobs.

Bucky gathers himself as best as possible and picks your limp body up.

It’s time to go.

It’s been three months since your funeral.

Bucky can’t get over you.

He barley can eat, barley showers, he can’t even get out of bed. The only time he gets out of bed is when he goes down to the shooting range and gets his anger out. Otherwise, he’s a stone.

“Hey Buck do you want to try to come eat dinner with the team?” Steve asks Bucky with a soft voice.

“Not hungry.” Bucky replies covering himself back up.

Steve let’s out a sigh and sits on the end of Bucky’s bed.

“Can- can you please leave?” Bucky asks Steve. He doesn’t want to talk to anyone and he’s surprised because no one has really tried to talk to him either.

“You got to come downstairs and eat dinner.” Steve says, this time more sternly.

“I said, I’m not hungry.” Buck grumbles and covers his head with a pillow.

“Okay you made me do this.” Steve stands up and clears his throat.

“Y/n, sacrificed herself for you to live.” Bucky cut Steve off.

“Don’t- don’t say her name.” Bucky voice starts to crack and his eyes glaze over.

“No, Bucky. You’ve been in your room for almost 4 months straight. You’re not even trying to get over it. You’re not letting yourself feel those emotions and you need to or you’ll never get over her. She did that so you could live a happy life.” Steve pauses and Bucky lifts his head up and wipes his tears away.

“Come downstairs and eat dinner with us. She would of wanted it.” Bucky stands up and sighs.

“Okay.”

They both walk downstairs and when they see Bucky they all smile and tell him to come sit down and eat.

They all talk and have a good time.

Bucky actually smiles for the first time since you died.

He can get through this.

Alternate shoot ending if that was to sad

Bucky shot up in a sweat, tears running down his face. His breaths are quick and unsteady.

“Shh Bucky come here.” You say from beside him.

It wasn’t uncommon for Bucky to have nightmares so you know what to do.

“Y/n?” Bucky questions, his eyes wide.

“Yeah bub I’m right here.” You wrap an arm around him and rub his non-metal shoulder.

“I had a dream you died.”

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Remember Me (Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader)

Chapter 15

Remember Me Masterlist

Previously on Remember Me...

Word Count: 3,076

Warnings: Character Death.

A/N: The moment you’ve all been waiting for has finally arrived.

Also, BIG THANK YOU TO @sugarrushblondie for editing this fic for me!!

Bucky heard sniffles down the hallway, he raised his eyebrows as he continued to walk down the hall. Slowly he approached the small nursery, taking in Natasha’s appearance on the rocking chair as she held their daughter. “Doll, are you crying?” Bucky asked Nat as he walked into the small room. He kneeled in front of her, out of instinct, his hand went directly towards the sleeping baby in Natasha’s arms. Gently caressing her head as she sucked on the baby bottle. Bucky couldn’t help but smile before quickly directing his attention towards his girlfriend who was in tears.

Natasha held you in her arms as she fed you your bottle, she sniffled as she looked up at Bucky, “n-no,” she said as she quickly wiped away her tears, “just sleep-deprived ‘s all.”

“Mhm, sure,” Bucky said with a smirk as he got up from his kneeling position and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Doesn’t really seem like it,” he mumbled as his flesh hand gently touched his daughter’s cheek. He smiled down at her as Natasha held onto her. Natasha sniffled some more, Bucky looked up at her with concern, quickly noticing more tears streaming down her face, “Oh, Natasha, I was only joking.”

“No, no, it’s not that, it’s just that-” She let out a small sob, she motioned for Bucky to take their daughter from her arms, which he quickly did. Natasha got up from the rocking chair and wiped away her tears, “I was just sitting there and feeding her and I realized how much I love her and it’s just so crazy.” Natasha paced for a bit before walking over to Bucky, gently placing her hand on her daughter’s cheek. “And I couldn’t stop thinking that one day she’s going to be a teenager and she’s going to be screaming that she hates us but right now she is this tiny baby that depends on us... She’s changed me, Bucky. You showed me how to love and she… she showed me the definition of it.” Natasha sniffled once more, as she took in the view of her daughter and the man she loved. She never wanted this to change, she wanted things to stay this way for as long as she could, but she knew that was impossible. “I wouldn’t have this any other way, Bucky,” Natasha whispered. “I’m so glad we found each other, I’m glad we did what we did.”

Bucky looked into Natasha’s eyes, moved by her words, he let out a small chuckle, “I love you, Nat,” he said softly, “I really do.” His eyes locked into Natasha’s red-stained eyes as tears began to form in his own. “Even when you are sleep-deprived and very emotional.”

“Even when I get cranky?”

Bucky let out a small pit of laughter, “even then!” He shifted the baby in his arms, now holding her with one arm. With his free arm, he gently touched Natasha’s cheek as she leaned into his touch. “You showed me that I can be loved after everything that has been done to me,” Bucky looked down at his daughter, his hand still on Natasha’s cheek. “You made me someone I thought would never become.”

Natasha smiled, inching closer to Bucky to place a kiss on his lips. Yet, it was quickly interrupted by a small cry from a small bundle in Bucky’s arms.

“It’s your turn,” Natasha said.

“Aw come on!”

“We agreed, diaper duty will go to the person who is either holding her or nearest to her.” Natasha gestured to Bucky as he held their daughter. “Looks like it’s your turn, Buckaroo.” Bucky rolled his eyes as Natasha turned to walk away. “Admit it, you love me!”

Bucky let out a huff, “Yeah, I do.”

Natasha looked at you, the little girl she once held in her arms, now standing in front of her. Well, her body was standing in front of her. Natasha didn’t know who was in control, but she knew that her daughter was in there somewhere.

“Doctors,” Zemo called. Two of the doctors ran up to you, you stared at them as they began to do some tests. “Well?” Zemo asked after a couple of seconds.

“Everything looks fine,” One of the doctors mumbled.

Zemo smirked, “But I thought you said she wasn’t ready.” The doctor glared over at Zemo, the code wasn’t ready. It had flaws the doctor had to fix, but those flaws were minor. Yet, something minor could always be the start of something major, right? “Soldat,” Zemo spat. You quickly drew your attention to Zemo. He chuckled as he looked over to the parents who were now sitting on their knees side by side, “I don’t know about you two, but I think I prefer her this way.” He glanced back over to you, “no hesitation, no talking, even though she didn’t speak much, to begin with. But, still, she’ll just do what I say.”

“What the hell did you do, Zemo,” Roger spat.

“Silence! Traitor!” Zemo walked over to Roger, a smirk played on Zemo’s face as he glanced over at you. “Maybe I’ll start with you,” Zemo whispered. “Take a new toy out for a ride, what do you think?”

Bucky winced at Zemo’s nickname for you. “Just tell us what you want, Zemo,” he muttered.

“What I want?” Zemo scoffed. Zemo shook his head, “I don’t want anything, but if you had asked, what am I seeking? Well, that’s a whole ‘nother thing. I seek revenge.”

“Figures,” Natasha chuckled.

Zemo whipped his head over to her, “what’s so funny?”

Natasha smirks, “it’s just this whole thing feels like some superhero movie. The heroes get kidnapped, the villain is seeking revenge, and we all know how those movies play out.” Zemo remained quiet. “Villians usually die and heroes live a happy life. So, do you really think this plan is going to go through?” Zemo looked down at his hands for a second before looking up at Natasha and in an instant, Zemo’s raised his hand. His hand struck Natasha in the face.

“Nat!” Bucky yelled as he yanked on his restraints. “I swear to god if you touch her again, Zemo!”

You felt something stir inside you as you watched Zemo yell at the couple, you didn’t know why but all you wanted to do was protect them.

“Soldat!” Zemo yelled. You looked directly at him, waiting for your orders. “Kill them,” Zemo said as he walked away from the couple. You began to walk over to the couple as you can spot the fear in their eyes as they watched you walk towards them.

“Y/N, baby, it’s me. It’s your mom, please, the least you can do is remember me,” Natasha pleaded as you stood in front of them. You knew her. You closed your eyes letting out a deep breath. Her voice was familiar, the look in her eyes. It was there. Something was there. You knew it. You knew them, but from where?

“Y/N, remember us,” Bucky begged. Hoping that his voice would help you put the pieces together, he knew that it’s what helped him. When Steve didn’t give up on him, when he kept trying to put the pieces together by recalling old memories, it’s what Bucky had to do now for you. “It’s me. Your papa, remember? We would sing that song that you loved so much,” Bucky felt himself begin to choke up as he recalled the memories. Tears formed in his eyes as he looked in his daughter's soulless eyes. The eyes that once held life.

Zemo knew what the parents were trying to do, he had to stop them. He couldn’t risk any more risks of his mission being ruined again and your hesitation was just that. “Soldat! Kill them!” Zemo ordered once again. The longer you hesitated, the more Zemo’s heart began to race. He fumbled around his waist for something. Roger watched as Zemo pulled out a gun from his waistband, holding it up towards you.

“Zemo! No!” Roger yelled. With all his strength, he knocked the guard that was beside him, with his elbow, causing the guard to fall over to the ground. Roger grabbed the key that had fallen out of the guard’s pocket, quickly taking off the restraints.

“Soldat!”

You continued to look at the couple in front of you, “We’re your parents,” Natasha whispered. She knew the hesitation meant something. She knew that talking to you was helping.

Two loud bangs rang through the room, you whipped your head around to spot a man in front of you, his back turned to you. On the other side, you saw Zemo clutching his knee. The man in front of you slowly fell to his knees. Roger. “R-roger?” You remembered him. You knew him. He helped you. He was good. You ran over to Roger as he laid on the ground. “Roger!”

Blood began to pour out from Roger’s mouth, “Do remember when we went to that arcade?” You focused on placing pressure on the wound on Rogers’s chest, “Y/N, darling, I need you to look at me.” Roger coughed out blood, you glanced up at him.

“You’re going to be okay,” you whispered.

“I need you to listen,” he whispered. “Do you remember when we went to that arcade?” You felt tears begin to form in your eyes as you tried your hardest to remember, you shook your head as a small sob escaped your lips.

“It’s okay,” Roger said as he placed his hand on top of yours. “You remind me so much of my daughter,” Roger felt himself fading, he had to do this quickly. “I remember when she got scared I used to tell her that it was time to face the sky.” You glanced over at Roger, the last of his sentence sounded familiar. You’ve heard someone tell you that before. “Y/N, it’s time you face the sky.”

You anxiously looked around as the men surrounded you and your father. Holding onto him tighter as you spotted your mother being dragged by a couple of men, you didn’t quite understand what was happening but you were terrified and you knew the outcome wasn’t good.

“Nat,” you heard your father whisper. You glanced up towards your father. Bucky gave you a glance, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head, “it’s time you face the sky,” he whispered. Your parents had told you that whenever they said that phrase to you, that meant you wouldn’t see them for a while. They always said they’d come back to you, but you never imagined there would be a day you’d hear that phrase. You never imagine being apart from your parents. You never wanted to. It was your biggest fear.

You shook your head frantically, “Papa, n-”

“Shhh,” Bucky rubbed your back. “I promise,” he said softly. You looked into your father’s eyes as tears began to form, “I love you, fiica mea.”

You let out a gasp as you came back from the short flashback. “I remember everything” you muttered to yourself as all the memories began to resurface. You glanced down at Roger with tears in your eyes, you noticed the life in his eyes quickly fading away. “Roger, stay with me!”

“I’m sorry, kid. I think my time here is done,” Roger let out a soft chuckle, “I have a family I need to reconnect with too, you know?” You shook your head as you still held pressure onto Roger’s wound. You could feel the thumping of his heart begin to slow down and slowly it stopped.

“Roger?” You shook him softly. “Roger! No!”

“He’s gone,” Zemo spat as he slowly stood up, wincing as he placed pressure on his left leg. You turned to look at Zemo as he raised his gun towards you, “and you’re next.” He smirked before pointing the gun to a different direction behind you, “or maybe I should kill your parents first.” You glanced behind you. Your parents, there they were. You remember them after all this time. You began to feel the emotions begin to stir inside you, you cleared your throat, now wasn’t the time.

You stood in front of the gun that was directed towards your parents, “you’ll have to get through me first.” There she was, the little girl Natasha and Bucky remembered. Standing in front of them now ready to defend them. Natasha wished she wasn’t tied up, she wanted to protect you. She pulled and pulled on her restraints but they wouldn’t budge. Natasha glanced at Bucky, watching as he was attempting to take his restraints off.

“Soldat,” The doctor spat.

You clench your jaw, “she has been wiped many times, we thought that trigger wouldn’t work on her anymore,” another doctor exclaimed as he took a couple of steps back from the girl. The fear was visible in his eyes, he knew the capability of your powers and he knew you haven’t yet seen their full extent. Now that you remembered everything, he was sure that they didn’t have the likelihood of leaving this room alive.

“You’re afraid,” you said in a mocking manner as a grin formed in your face, “funny how the tables turned.” You moved slowly towards the doctors, they quickly took steps back.

“Soldat, I demand you to back down,” Zemo ordered you, noticing the sparks beginning to form in your hands.

You sent him a glare, “Back down?” She chuckled, “but I was so hopeful to show my parents the cool shit you’ve done with me, remember that Zemo? The serums? Because I sure as hell remember.” You ran over to Zemo, wrapping your hands around his neck. “Or have you forgotten the monster you’ve created?”

Zemo tried to claw at your hands. The electricity emerged once again in your hands shocking Zemo, but it wasn’t long until you felt a sharp pain in your hip and you were pushed towards the ground, falling face first. You groaned as you slowly got on your feet, glancing towards the soldier that had pushed you. “As easily as I created you, I can also destroy you,” Zemo spat as he pointed his gun towards you.

“Is that with or without the help of your little minions?” You wiped the blood off of your lip, glancing over at Roger who laid there lifeless, you couldn’t save him and it angered you, you could feel the rage inside you getting bigger by the minute.

“Why don’t you be a good little girl and obey orders, huh?” Zemo snarled as he gestured towards your parents.

“You ruined me!” You shouted, the anger was beginning to crawl into your hands, forming sparks once again. “You monsters took me away from my family!” the sparks began to grow bigger as your anger grew. “And to top it off, you made me into your monster!” You raised your arm, facing it towards Zemo, without a second thought the electricity moved from your hand into Zemo causing him and the guards that were near him to fall down on the ground. It only lasts a second before you fall onto your knees, your powers still new to you. It took everything within you to deliver such power. Your hands on the floor as you tried your best to regain your energy.

Glancing over at Zemo, you noticed he was unconscious. You groaned as you quickly got off the floor and made your way over to your family that was tied up, untying your dad first.

You untied your mother, as soon as her hands were free, her hands cupped your face, “It’s you,” she whispered.

Tears began to form in your eyes, giving her a small nod. She wrapped her arms around you and let out a small sob. You tightened the hug as tears flowed down your cheeks. “Mama,” you whispered as you took in her scent, the warmth of her hug, the comfort, and feeling of safety. You felt something tighten around you, glancing up you noticed your dad had joined the hug, “papa,” you whispered as he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“We’re here, fiica mea,” he said softly as he inhaled deeply, letting out a breath of relief. You all stayed in that position for what felt for hours but it was only merely minutes.

“As much as I want to continue this reunion, You both have to get out of here,” you stated as you slowly broke the hug.

Your father brought you into a tight embrace, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. “Not without you,” he muttered.

You let go slightly of the embrace, looking at both of your parents. “I’ll be right behind you guys,” you glanced over at Zemo. “I have some business to take care of first.”

“Let us help you,” Natasha said, not wanting to lose sight of you.

You shook your head, “no, I need to do this on my own.”

“This is a fight we have to do together,” Bucky stated. “It isn’t just your fight.”

You nod, “you guys began the fight, let me finish it.” Bucky looked into your eyes, he could see the little girl that was taken from him in your eyes, but you had grown up. “Please, papa.” His heart grew at the sound of you calling him papa, how he had missed it hearing that word flow from your lips. He gently pressed another kiss on the top of your head.

“Okay,” he croaked. “The quinjet is north from here, we’re going to have to get Steve and the others out of here, so if you-”

“I know, I know, I’ll meet you guys there. Now go!”

Natasha brought you in for another hug, before letting you go, “You sure, you don’t need a little help?”

You smiled, “I may not know the full extent of my powers, but I think I got this covered. Now go help your friends get out of here.”

“Okay,” Natasha whispered. Bucky grabbed Natasha’s hand, leading the way out of the room.

“Mama, Papa,” you said aloud, catching their attention. “I love you.”

“We love you too,” they said in unison before walking out of the room.

You turned to glance over at Zemo as he slowly began to regain consciousness, “time to finish this.”

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challenge: 1k celebration by @marvelgirl7

pairing: mobster!bucky barnes x reader

words: 1,460 words

warnings: sadness, angst, some mentions of violence, i think there’s like one sexual innuendo, and a little baby bit of fluff

summary: bucky comes back for his girl, and they leave together.

a/n: this is for @marvelgirl7‘s 1k celebration! congratulations on 1,000, darling! this is a one shot for @southernbell91, and it’s a continuation of their amazing mobster!bucky one shot, which you can find here. i also made a little banner for it, and it was so, so much fun. as always, thank you to my beta @transparentfestivaltiger, and i hope you enjoy reading this fic as much as i enjoyed writing it! love you<3

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“Hello, doll, you miss me?” His voice rang in your ears. You thought you’d never hear it again after you ran away three months before, but it seemed that you never could escape it. Whether that was a good thing or not, you didn’t know.

Tears filled your eyes, and you turned around to face James Buchanan Barnes. God, he looked tired, but still every ounce as handsome as the day you had left him. Deep bags surrounded his eyes, and he had grown out a beard at this point, but the steely blue eyes you had loved your whole life were still there. You could see the wet marks tracing his face left by the tears that had fallen, and you knew that he was as relieved as you were seeing each other again. “Hi, James.” You sniffled out.

In moments, the tall man had dropped to his knees in front of you and buried his head in your stomach. His muscular arms wrapped around your waist and you ran your hands through his now long hair. His sobs and your sniffles rang out in harmony around the small apartment, and though you had the love of your life wrapped around you right now, you could only stare at the door ahead of you, which still hung wide open. While, yes, you were ecstatic to see Bucky, you had no clue as to how he found you or why he was there. Perhaps your father and Tony Stark used his high tech security to search for you, and they wanted you back so they could kill you, which scared you to the bone. It was no secret that mob bosses were harsh, but after witnessing your father shoot a man through the head at your own dining room table when you were six, upsetting any of them was your greatest fear.

You had been promised to marry Bucky before being traded to the Stark family, as after their marriage with the Potts family, the Rogers family got bumped down to the fourth wealthiest in the city. Once you had found out that you were the peace treaty, you fled quickly and without a word, leading you to this shitty Montana apartment.

“Buck, why are you here? Who sent you?” His arms dropped to his sides and you took a step back. As much as you wanted to stay in his arms, you knew that it was potentially dangerous, as he and his family were still good allies with your father.

“No one sent me, Y/N. The trade is over.” He smiled briefly at it, tears still leaking from his eyes. You gasped. It was over?

“What did you guys negotiate?” You were curious, They hadn’t even told you about your own trade, yet here Bucky stood, telling you that all four families had come to an agreement.

“Well, our best boy Stevie has himself a wife now.” Your eyes widened as Bucky chuckled. “Yeah, he and one of Tony’s associates, Peggy Carter, got married, so now the Rogers and Starks are in cahoots. Tony and Pepper agreed to back out on your trade.” He grabbed your hands and pulled you into his chest. His hands desperately pushed into your back, trying to bring you as close as possible, until you grinned, feeling something by your legs.

“Is that a gun in your pants, Barnes, or are you just happy to see me?” You giggled lightly, and he just rolled his eyes, but was secretly happy that he could get your smiling again.

“That’s a gun, sweetheart,” he smirked and pulled the gun from his belt, making your eyes widen immensely. “So, now that you aren’t being forced into the Stark family, what do you say? Will you come back home with me?”

His smile, the one you loved so much, was so hopeful, but you were upset that you were the one to make it falter. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up again. “Y/N? You can’t be seriously thinking about staying here.”

Tears filled your eyes again as you met his blue eyed gaze. “I can’t go back, Buck. You saw how easy it was for my dad to get rid of me, and for what? So his friends and allies could stay rich? So his reputation wouldn’t be ruined? Bucky, to my father, I’m not a real person. I’m an object, a pawn, that he uses to gamble and play with. As long as I stay in the business, in the family, I’ll never truly be able to live out my own life. Sure, I was promised to you, but these past three months made me think a lot about the past twenty nine years of my life, and I’ve realized that I have never once made a decision for myself. I need an out, Bucky, and this is it!”

Taking a deep breath, he voiced his concerns once again. “Y/N, you realize how dangerous this is right? If you walk out now, there’s absolutely no coming back. Hell, your dad might come looking for you again! He’s almost got you right now, doll. He hit me a few times trying to get information on your location, but I didn’t know where you were until T’Chaka’s kid, Shuri, came by after hearing about your escape. One of her drones got footage of you outside a McDonald’s, and I found you from there. It’s not safe to leave forever. You’ve seen what our parents do, and they won’t hesitate to blow our heads off. If we go back now you can still have forgiveness, you can still-“

“No, Bucky! I’m not looking for forgiveness, and I’m way goddamn past asking for permission. All my life, I have wanted out, and if this is one chance I get, then I'm damn well taking it.” You tasted the salt from your tears as you sobbed your next words. “I’m leaving as soon as you make up your mind on whether you’re leaving with me or not. I won’t judge you if you go back, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to leave it all behind.”

The money. The power. The endless girls that would throw themselves at them, but through it all, he only wanted you. You, Steve, and him had grown up rough, all of your fathers being mob bosses and deals being made about your futures to ensure the security of the wealth that came from your families, but Bucky had never wanted that. Falling in love with you was the one of the only choices he had ever made by his lonesome, and he would follow you to the ends of the world.

“Where are we going, doll?” His eyes glittered, and his signature lopsided smirk stuck on his face. As you stared up at him, he grinned even wider. “I heard that California is real pretty during the fall, and I’ve always wanted to see the Golden Gate Bridge.”

Grabbing your packed duffle bag from the table in front of the moldy couch, you laughed with glee. You were going to spend the rest of your life with the man you loved, freely, and doing whatever you wanted. No pressure, no rules, no parents, no more mob. Just you, Bucky, and the rest of the world to explore.

You threw the keys to the apartment on the table, and walked out with Bucky. “We’re gonna need new ID’s, Buck. Our parents will try to track us down for the rest of their lives, we’re now traitors to the mob bosses of Brooklyn.” The thought made you high on adrenaline.

“I already have some.” Walking down the empty street, you stared up at him with a confused look on your face. “I have many, many, friends, sweetheart, both in high and low places. We’ll need to get you some as well, but for now, it’s time for Ricardio Montalbaum to take a Californian trip with his fiancée.”

He flashed you one of his ID’s, and sure enough, it said Ricardio Montalbaum. Giggling, you took a long sigh and rested your head on his shoulder. The sky was getting darker now, almost night time, and the sunset was a blur of colors in the distance. People scurried around, and for once, it was nice to not have people cowering in fear. It was just Bucky and Y/N, a nice young couple taking a stroll down the streets of Montana.

“Well, Ricardio, we better get some sunscreen then, because if I burn, I will not hesitate to beat your ass.” He smiled and pecked you on the lips quickly.

“That’s fine with me, doll, as long as I get to spend forever with you.”

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jbbuckybarnes · 4 years

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Your Mission

Bucky x Reader (Agent 16) Description: Why not tease and test the super soldierness. Warnings: 18+, fluff, teasing, smut, a LOT of smut and bodily fluids, not beta read

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You had made it your mission to tease him whenever you could. The easiest way to do so, was to wear tight or revealing clothes around him. Today it was a cropped hoodie and high waisted silk shorts. Thigh high socks, sneakers and space buns. You entered the room that had a few Avengers in it and saw him eye you, blushing a little and then give you glances of what you could only could describe as sexual frustration. "Anything on the plan for today?" you asked the round. "Only training." Nat smiled back at you while Steve deliberately tried to not stare at you in those clothes. "I think I'll start picking up dancing for cardio again." A shared smile. She loved ballet and you loved hiphop. "Wanna get it over with?" she looked into the round and a collective nod was the answer. You had tons of choreographies you learned online in your head. The gift of being able to memorize patterns like this was also helping in your job. Made fighting and reloading a gun easier. Nat, Wanda and you had made your own little dance playlist that worked for all of you in training and as soon as that started playing there was no way out. Working out with you in that outfit, shaking your behind in his field of sight was definitely in his personal category of "I don't know if this is motivating or just frustrating." He definitely got all of his work done faster than usual. Maybe because he knew what he was about to do.

The second you left the gym he caught you right by the door and got you into his room in seconds. "Did someone like what he saw?" a provocative smile came from you. "I never wanted you to bend over the kitchen counter so much." he growled. Your eyes widened at his straight forward approach but it was definitely working between your legs. "Tell me more." you bit your lip before turning around, landing on his bed and wiggling your ass towards him. The sight of you in dark blue silk shorts was making his pants feel uncomfortable. "Friday, lock the room." he looked up for a second before his sweatpants hit the floor. "And you. You better grab a pillow to muffle yourself with, until I'm done with you." he grabbed the waist band of your shorts and pulled them down to see silk underwear. Black silk panties that were drenched in excitement for him. "Haven't even touched you." he grinned before pulling it down too and pushing your hips up a little right after. "You ready?" he asked almost too sweet and got a muffled "Mhm." The ease with which he was gliding into you was driving him mad. "You feel great, darling." he mumbled completely high from endorphines. A drop on the mattress made him grin, "Didn't know you were so ready for me." He picked up a fast pace while his lips were all over your back and a hand was massaging you in big circles. Muffled moans were only making him go faster and his hand shake to tease you. There were more drops landing on the mattress and running down your thighs. "God, you really like to be dominated. I see." he chuckled before going at a speed only he would be able to hold and god were those muffled and shaky moans doing it for him. "Good girl. Cum with me." he mumbled into your ear and with slower but deeper thrusts he felt your walls begging for him and bit your shoulder to not groan at the amazing feeling. "You liked that, baby?" he chuckled and your face came out of the pillow with a dopey smile. "You could do that all day and I would still want more." you whispered. "Sooo...you want one more?" he grinned and you grinned right back. "You gonna kill me one day." he chuckled before he started moving again. You felt him twitch and fully grow hard again inside of you and you were practically gushing from your center at this point. "Fill me up." you gave a small moan before landing back in the pillow and god was he on a mission to fulfill that wish. "Not gonna stop till you're full of me, sugar." he chuckled into your ear, grabbing your hands you were offering him by your hips. His thrusts were long, slow and deep. As if he knew this was the secret to your second orgasm. It drove you insane, made you whimper and made you claw into his right hand. "Yeah, baby. Feels good right there, right?" he said while hitting the spot again. "Mmmmmh." "You're doing so good, darling." He heard you whimper and smirked. "Looking so good like this." he thrusted a little harder, making you flinch. "You look so good filled up with me." he had a deep growl he couldn't stop escape his body. He couldn't hold himself back anymore and started pounding into your waterfall like his life depended on it and you were in heaven. Even going crosseyed in the pillow at how good he worked you to your second time. He really had to work the second orgasm out of you but, hell, was it worth it with how much harder you clenched around his length, now not only dripping on your own but letting a little of his love escape you. "You want more?" he chuckled. "I don't even care if I cum this time. I just wanna know how long you can go on with it." you giggled. "If anybody asks what we did...we watched a movie. Cause I have about an hour of lovemaking in me." he groaned into your ear. Without the goal of making you cum and the freepass of just showing you how much you making him crazy he didn't even stop anymore. He pressed you down into the pillow, keeping as much of him inside of you as he could since you seemed to love being filled with him. "You sure you want more?" "James, I've never wanted to be sore so much in my life. Fill. Me. Up." you almost growled saying it and now he didn't even know anymore who obeyed who. He said an hour but 30 minutes in you didn't even count anymore. He could go forever, building new cells wasn't the problem. After those 30 minutes he managed to have you close to your 3rd time. You really needed a bit in between to recover. You weren't him. "You close again, sugar?" "Mmhmmm." you clawed into the pillow under your head by now. "Want me to count you down?" A whimper, so a yes. "5." a strangled muffled moan. "4." a deep thrust. "3." you started shaking. "2." another deep thrust. "1." you were vibrating, a usual occurence for your body being overworked. "Cum for me, darling." he whispered and the intensity with which your body grabbed onto his length almost made him faint while he filled you up another time. "Good girl." "Go on. Don't stop." you said panting. "I'm gonna get 4 out of you." he grinned. He enjoyed this experiment a lot, the way your entire inner thighs were wet by now, the way you were glistening and glowing on his bed with your head deep in the pillow he slept on. He could ignore his own soreness just looking at you. You were exhausted by now but you loved this man so much and there was nothing you wanted more right now than to be close to him and feel this sensation a fourth time. You stopped counting again when you felt his hand on your clit again and gasped into the pillow. "You're doing amazing, sugar. Just need you one last time." his low voice was right by your ear. Your eyes were tearing up from oversensitivity now but he felt so good where he was. "You're taking me so well, baby, so well. Just need you to take me one more time." "I love how much you crave me." "Mhmmm." You grabbed his head closer and he decided to bite your neck again, getting a high pitched muffled moan out of you. "Such pretty moans. Wanna hear them turn into screams. Understood?" you shivered at the sudden dominance again. "Mhm-mmmmh." you tried to agree but the fingers on your clit were already going at a speed making you sob out for your release. With moans turning into muffled screams you didn't only clench around him, sending him straight to heaven but you also made a mess all over his bed. Not that it wasn't a mess before but this was an extra mess. "Good lord, that was beautiful." he muttered looking down at your sweaty hair and your head on the side still panting. "Wanna make more of a mess?" he chuckled again and you had a silent giggle. He finally left you and you started gushing his love of the last hour out of you. "God, sweet jesus, that's hot. Wow." he said overwhelmed and you giggled again. You sat up on your knees and even more of his love left you and dripped down your thighs like you were a cake and this was the glacing. You held eye contact reaching down before licking it off your thumb and if his swallow wasn't enough of a sign for being turned on his hard on definitely was. "I'll have to deny." you grinned. "I know. But that was the hottest thing ever." "Sometimes I like being used a bit. But only by a man that can't break my heart." you grinned before grabbing him for a sweet little kiss. "You wanna take a bath while I..." he eyed the bed. "Sure." and shortly after there was water running and a man carrying you into the bathroom cause you were definitely not walking for the rest of the day. "I hate how adorable you can look in a bubble bath after all of that." he chuckled, gave you a kiss on the forehead and left to clean. You took your time getting clean and relaxed. After a while you gave up on waiting for him to join, got out of the bathtub, went for your usual routines before coming out of the bathroom to see your underwear neatly folded. He cleared his throat and you looked at the typical soft man you fell in love with. "No, I didn't contemplate keeping them." he innocently looked up. "I love you, idiot." you reached up for a little kiss before walking past your underwear to open his set of drawers and put on his underwear. A content grumble from behind you made you smirk. "You look good in anything that's mine, huh?" he eyed you with a proud smile. You went on to put on your bra with his fascinated eyes on you. He still wasn't over that bra that opened in the front. "Can I have a sweater?" you smirked and he supressed his laughter. "What a full circle moment." he grinned before nudging his head towards the chest of drawers. He started wearing his sweaters so you could wear them and have his smell with you all day. "I love you so much, just for doing little things like having an extra pile of sweaters just for me." you got into bed next to him, a motion he could get used to. "Of course, love you just as much, sugar plum." he grabbed you closer. "What did you think when you saw me inside of your room, putting on a sweater?" you needed to know. "Well, first I thought you were spying on me but then I saw you put on the sweater and...I honestly just wanted to scare you a bit. Was onto your little crush in about...4 minutes. Otherwise I would've never had the balls to come to your room, asking you if what we had was a date." "Nawwww." you nuzzled into his neck. "What did you think?" he asked back squeezing your waist. "I was scared you were mad at me, then confused cause you were okay with it. Then I just wanted to run cause I was kinda ready to jump out of a window at that point and then even more confused when you knocked. Not gonna lie, I kinda wanted you to go on after you put off the three hoodies." a shared giggle lit up the room. "Was it your mission to make me sexually frustrated with that outfit by the way?" he looked down at you with a stern look. "My mission is always to turn you on." "Well, mission accomplished." "I love you, Mr. I'm-a-super-soldier-and-could-go-for-hours." "I love you too, Mrs. Wants-to-be-full-of-me." A giggly kiss was shared.

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marvelchick91 · 4 years

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Beautiful Angel PT. 1

Mentions of abuse, violence, swearing.

The girl living down the hall from Bucky had caught his eye the first time he laid eyes upon her. She was rushing up the stairs while he had been leaving the complex to head to the store. The woman had accidentally bumped into him in her hast causing her to almost tumble down the stairs if it weren’t for his arm reaching out to steady her. Bright grey eyes met his and for a moment he found himself lost in a trance as he stared into a metaphorical storm brewing within her vibrant irises. Her long bright blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders and fell slightly to cover both sides of her face. She had muttered an apology quietly, her voice light and beautiful like a song or the calming tide of the ocean. Then just like that she was gone, a floral smell the only evidence she had even been there at all. He couldn’t help but wish he had asked for her name then.

He had only seen the girl a few times after that, knowing he couldn’t get involved with someone. He was hiding for a reason and creating friendships and possibly relationships isn’t the way to disappear, he would know. It’s been easier to ignore the beautiful woman after he saw a man come and go frequently from her apartment. He’s come to realize the man must be her boyfriend or husband. He definitely doesn’t want to cause any problems because then he would have to relocate and he’s come to like Denver. He’s even started decorating his apartment considering he’s been settled here for over six months now. He even had a decent paying job as a mechanic at a local owned Car Shop. He has a new life. And while it may not be the best, it’s damn better then being a machine for Hydra. He’s finally free and he knows he can’t let some random girl- or any girl for that matter get close to him. But then the yelling starts.

He’s not sure if it’s because of serum hydra injected him with or if everyone else on his floor just remained ignorant to it, but atleast once a week arguing could be heard from the door down the hall. Apartment number 48. He’s tried to ignore it, much like he’s sure everyone else was doing. But then the arguing escalated until yelling could be heard nearly every night or morning. He was growing worried for the couple, more so the young woman who could be heard trying to speak over the much louder man. Infact he had almost convinced himself to check things out when it suddenly stopped. As if it had never happened, the fighting ceased and raised voices could no longer be heard through the walls. Bucky assumed they had worked everything out, or perhaps finally called it quits.

The weeks following he noted he no longer saw the blonde beauty and wondered if she moved out. Then he heard it. It has been an especially quiet night, and he find sleep escaping him entirely. His mind was to wrapped up in past memories to be able to rest. It was subtle and almost blended into the background but after a moment the sound was easily indentifiable. A young woman crying. His heart had clenched upon realizing it was her. The beautiful woman who was weeping within her apartment. That night he decided to figure out what was going on, new life be damned.

That is exactly what lead him to this horrible situation that he had never anticipated on. When he knocked on door 48 the woman’s boyfriend, a tall burly fellow with blonde hair styled in a military cut opened the door. He glared at Bucky instantly but that isn’t what caused the former assassins blood to boil. It was whimpers of pain echoing from the back of the apartment and the blood staining the mans visible hand. The man quickly sees where Buckys eyes are cast and slams the door before muffled footsteps can be heard.

The soldier doesn’t take a second kicking down the door and following the man to the bedrooms located at the rear of the apartment. He enters the main bedroom to freeze instantly when he sees a gun pointed at the blonde woman’s head. Her hair is matted in blood and bruises cover her fair skin as tears streak from her eyes. “Let her go,” Bucky snarls, trying to ignore the fear radiating from the woman whose own boyfriend is currently holding a pistol to her skull.

“Or what, why do you even care? Are you one of the men she whores around with,” the other man growls tightening his hold on the small woman.

“I-I never cheated on you C-Charles. You’ve made sure I’m always h-here,” she chocks out past her fear and sobs.

“Liar! I will kill you bitch don’t test me,” Charles her boyfriend yells angrily moving his other hand to grip her jaw tightly.

“I-I’m not lying,” she cries as his grip tightens. The man starts ranting, his words not even truly making sense as he continues threatening the girl trapped within his held.

While his attention is one the blonde woman Bucky carefully reaches his hand into his pocket gripping the hilt of a small knife he always carries around. Without a second thought he pulls it out and flings it, a thud following shortly after as it hits his intended target in the head.

“O-oh my god,” the woman whispers with wide eyes as she stares at the dead body of her boyfriend before looking at Bucky. The two state at each other for a moment in silence, neither quite sure what to say.

Suddenly the woman flings forward and Bucky finds warm arms wrapped around him. “Thank you, y-you saved my life. He was- he was going to kill me,” she says darkly tears still falling down her blue and purple checks.

“Don’t worry about it darling, your safe now. Come on let’s go, I’ll call someone to deal with him. Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m Bucky by the way,” he says with a smile, helping the injured woman from the apartment. Her eyes meet his once again and he feels the breath leave his lungs. He swears his heart also stops and his stomach ties in knots when she looks up at him with a beautiful smile.

“I’m Azura.”

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specialagentlokitty · 4 years

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Who I write for//requests

I’m looking for requests if you aren’t sure of rules or such feel free to ask!!

MARVEL

* Tony

* Steve

* Wanda

* Bucky

* Thor

* Bruce

* Nat

* Clint

* Phil

* Loki

* Peter

* MJ

* Logan

TWILIGHT

* Carlisle

* Rosalie

* Alice

* Jasper

* Paul

* Billy

* Garrett

NCIS/NOLA

* Gibbs

* Tony

* Ziva

* Abby

* Ducky

* Bishop

* Sloane

* Nick

CRIMINAL MINDS

* Hotch

* Derek

* Rossi

* Spencer

* JJ

* Emily

* Garcia

CASTLE

* Castle

* Kate

THE MENTALIST

* Patrick

* Grace

* Lisbon

* Rigsby

SUPERNATURAL

* Dean

* Sam

* Chuck

* Crowley

* Gabriel

* Balthazar

* Charlie

* Castiel

* Lucifer

LUCIFER(FOX)

* Lucifer

* Dan

* Maze

THE HOBBIT/LOTR

* Thorin

* Bilbo

* Legolas

* Fili

* Kili

* Thranduil

* Elrond

* Lindir

* Aragorn

* Boromir

* Faramir

* Pippin

* Merry

* Sam

* Frodo

BBC MERLIN

* Arthur

* Merlin

* Leon

* Gwaine

* Lancelot

* Percival

* Gwen

BBC SHERLOCK

* Sherlock

* John

* Mycroft

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

* Diego

MY HERO ACADEMIA

* Midoriya (Deku)

* Aizawa

* Todoroki

* Present Mic

* Iida

* Kirishima

* Kaminari

* Bakugo

* Toshinori(all might)

BLUE EXORCIST

* Rin

* Yukio

* Bon

* Mephisto

* Amiamon

TOKYO GHOUL

* Kenaki

* Arima

AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER

* Zuko

* Aang

* Sokka

* Iroh

ATTACK ON TITAN

* Levi

* Eren

* Erwin

* Arwin

BLACK BUTLER

* Claude

* William

* Sebastian

* Undertaker

NORIGAMI

* Yato

* Yukine

THE WITCHER

* Geralt

* Jaskier

DOCTOR WHO

* 9th Doctor

* 10th Doctor

* 11th doctor

* 12th Doctor

* River

* Amy

* Rory

* Clara

BROOKLYN NINE NINE

* Jake

* Rosa

THE GOOD DOCTOR

* Jared

* Claire

* Melendez

* Shaun

* Alex Park

TEEN WOLF

* Derek

* Stiles

* Scott

* Issac

* Peter

GREYS ANATOMY

* Derek shepherd

* Cristina Yang

* Mark Sloan

* Owen Hunt

* Jackson Avery

* Alex Karev

* Arizona Robbins

HOUSE MD

* Gregory house

* James Wilson

* Lisa Cuddy

BONES

* Seeley booth

* Lance Sweets

THE ARCANA

*Julian

*Muriel

*Asra

*Lucio

*Nadia

*Portia

Random prompts (you don’t need a prompt to requests just ask!)

1. “Don’t say goodbye...”

2. “Nothing impossible, we’ve all got that dreamers disease.”

3. “You only love yourself, but that doesn’t mean you can treat everyone like crap.”

4. “Lonely? I guess you could say I’m lonely, but sometimes lonely is better.”

5. “Look, I’m not having this debate with you right now.”

6. “We’ve all got blood on our hands, be it our own or someone else’s.”

7. “I really don’t care what you have to say, it won’t make me come back. I know full well your words are as empty as your heart.” “What if I can prove they’re not?”

8. “Don’t fuck with me, otherwise someone’s going to get hurt.”

9. “Bad? I prefer morally incorrect.”

10. “Stop living in your head! This is the real world! This is what a real bad guy is!”

11. “You’re not listening to a word I’m saying.” “I just don’t care about what you have to say.”

12. “Bite me.”

13. “Why are you so horrible to me?” “I’m nicer to you than to anyone else.”

14. “I’ve still got something left to prove.”

15. “You’re the only thing that’s been real...”

16. “I’ll always find my way back to you. Always.”

17. “There’s nothing in this I wouldn’t do to protect you, okay?”

18. “If I lose you... I... lose everything... you’re all that’s left...”

19. “I’ve seen my fair share of misery, heartache. I don’t want that.” “Then let me show you happiness, and love.”

20. “Shes/he’s a ticking time bomb, one wrong move and it’s all over.”

21. “Just one date, that’s all I ask.”

22. “We found you guys asleep on the floor.”

23. “I know what I want, and I’m going to take it all. Who’s going to stop me?” “I am.” “Won’t be much of a fight now, would it?”

24. “Stop pointing your gun at me.” “Stop trying to arrest me.”

25. “Everyone wants something, nothing comes for free.”

26. “You’re a monster!” “So? Never seen a monster before~”

27. “I was always here! Always! Never once did you even think about me!”

28. “I can smell your fear, don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you... unless I have to.”

29. “I feel like a monster.”

30. “Nightmares? I am Everyone nightmare.”

31. “I would walk to the end of the universe then back if it meant I could have even one more second by your side.”

32. “You don’t believe in monsters do you?” “Of course not!” “I do~”

33. “What are you hiding from me? What are you so desperately trying to keep hidden. I want to help.”

34. “You’re a fucking ass.” “I know.” “And I love you.” “I know.”

35. “It’s cold, are you okay?”

36. “Put a jacket on idiot.”

37. “She/he lost her/his memory....” “stay with her/him... even if it hurts you...”

38. “This is the end...”

39. “The damage is done... it’s too late...”

40. “I would have done anything...”

41. “I would have loved you all my life...”

42. “Maybe in your next life you’ll be safe... you won’t be in danger...”

43. “Where have you gone?”

44. “Remember when we were kids, and I promised to always keep you safe? I’m sorry I broke it...”

45. “H.. hold.. me...” “of course darling, you’re not alone, I’m here, it’s okay... rest now...”

46. “Wake up! Please!...” he/she sobbed, “just wake up...”

47. “If I could b honest, right here right now, I’m nervous.” “Why?” “Because I... love you.”

48. “It’s always been us against the world, always.”

49. “It’s not my time... I’ve.. still got loads to do...”

50. “Look, I’m sorry I lied. I can’t take it back, but I can make it up to you.”

51. “I wonder if I’ll ever see her/him again.” “It’s been years since you have.” “I’ll wait.”

52. “I’ve got you, I’m not letting go.”

53. “Stop being stubborn and let me help!”

54. “All this time I wanted to hate you, but I never could.”

55. “How do you know he/she’s still alive?” “I can feel it.”

56. “Just give me time! Please!”

57. “I miss the way the sun used to shine on you so perfectly.”

58. “How do I tell him I love him?” “Don’t, he’ll only hurt you. You don’t deserve that.”

59. “We’re all broken in some way.”

60. “Everting seems so dull...”

#lokitty talks #random prompts #who i write for

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love-pyramus · 4 years

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Unbreak Me -Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Steve had just gotten the loves of his life back, only for them to be taken away again.

Word Count: 2119 (I got carried away but I don’t regret a thing)

This was a fake title sent into @daffodilsbucky and I wrote it.

Warnings: Couple swear words, mentions of violence

Steve holds back the Titan with his bare hands. He wasn’t going to let this creature hurt anyone else he loves. He sees (Y/n) and Bucky over to the side, fighting Outriders, keeping them away so Steve can fight the Titan. Steve gets thrown to the side by the Titan and he gets the final Stone. Thor is in the air, throwing his ax into his chest. Thanos says something before snapping. “WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Thor’s roar echos around the forest. Thanos vanishes through a portal “Steve?” Steve’s heart basically stops as he hears his girlfriend’s voice. He turns towards her and watches as she walks towards him, before falling, but before she hits the ground she turns into dust. Steve hears Buckys intake of air and turns to him as Bucky begins to turn to dust. “No, no no no,” Steve says. He runs towards him and grabs his hand and kisses him hard, but Bucky vanishes seconds later. Steve chokes back the sob building up in him.

Steve shoots awake and takes deep breaths. He looks around the bed...and it was empty. His breathing quickens and his heartbeat increases. He tries to get out of bed but collapses before he gets two steps. “Captain Rogers, would you like me to get Sergeants Barnes and (L/n)?” Friday’s voice says. Steve just nods, hearing his lovers’ names. The two were in the gym, they woke up from nightmares about their time at Hydra. “Sergeants?” Friday asks. The two stop their spar at the sound of her voice. “What’s up?” Bucky asks. “Captain Rogers is having a severe panic attack in your bedroom and has asked for you two.” Bucky and (Y/n) sprint out of the gym towards their bedroom. Bucky gets there first and pushes open the door and sprints in, (Y/n) hot on his heels. They kneel next to the man who had tears in his eyes as his breaths came out short and choppy. “Steve?” Bucky's voice has barely any effect on the panicking man. “Stevie,” (Y/n) coos. “Stevie, come on. We’re right here baby,” Bucky coaxes. Steve looks up from his knees finally and sees blurry faces. He reaches out to touch them but pulls back before he does. “We’re right here Cap,” (Y/n) says. She puts her hand on Steve’s face and he leans into her touch. “We’ve got you,” Bucky says. Steve’s breathing evens out and his tears begin to slow. The two both have small smiles on their faces and their Steve comes back to them. “There’s our boy,” Bucky says. This elicits a small laugh from the blonde. “What’s wrong Stevie?” (Y/n) asks. “I was there again-the day you two got dusted. And I couldn’t do anything again.” Steves says, and his voice cracks throughout. “Hey, that was in the past. I know we say that a lot, because that’s where we grew up, but we’re all here right now, alright?” (Y/n) asks softly. Steve nods and Bucky picks him up. “Alright, let's go to sleep.” He says. Bucky puts him in the middle of the bed and the two ex-Hydra assassins lay down on either side of him. “We’ve got you Steve, go to sleep,” Bucky whispers.

Steve is sitting on the couch, Bucky next to him, and (Y/n)’s head on his lap. (Y/n) gets up and walks out of the room. Steve’s breath hitches and becomes more rapid. “Stevie, it’s fine. She’s just going to the bathroom.” Bucky says. He puts his hand on Steve’s shoulder and watches as he slowly relaxes. “I-I’m just scared you know? I saw you both turn to dust, first her, and then you, right under my fingers.” Steve says. “I know. I’m scared too. But it’s in the past. We’re right here.” Bucky says. (Y/n) walks back in and gives a small smile. Steve returns it and she returns to her spot with her head in Steve’s lap. Slowly she falls asleep. Bucky is curled into his side and Steve lets a small smile cross his face. Whimpers from the sleeping girl startle him and Bucky. “(Y/n),” Steve says gently. She begins muttering in Russian. “Я не хочу! Остановите, пожалуйста!” “What’s she saying?” Steve asks. “She said ‘I don’t want to! Stop, please!’” Bucky pales as he says it. “Wake her up!” Bucky commands. Steve gently shakes (Y/n)’s shoulder and holds her as she jerks awake, not quite in touch with reality. “Стоп! Отпусти меня!” (Y/n) cries. “(Y/n)! Relax. It’s just me. It’s Steve and Bucky.” Steve says. He watches as she comes back to them. Steve pulls her into him and holds her tight as she’s shaking. “They had me. They had me again. I can’t go back there,” (Y/n) sobs. Steve takes a deep breath, before beginning to hum. Soon he begins to sing aloud. “Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help falling in love with you,” Steve smiles when he fees the shaking slow down. “Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can’t help falling in love with you. Like a river flows surely to the sea. Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be. Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can't help falling in love with you. Like a river flows surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be. Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can't help falling in love with you. For I can't help falling in love with you,” Steve sings softly. His lips completely turn up as (Y/n) stops shaking.

“Steve, I can light a fire on my own.” Bucky sighs. Steve nods, and he knows this, but he was scared every time. “I know Buck, I just get scared. It’s nothing with you and everything with me. I-I’m broken, I’m sorry,” Steve says, and he’s crying. “(Y/n)!” Bucky calls. (Y/n) runs into the room with her gun held out in front of her. “What?!” She says. “Shit,” She mumbles, dropping the gun and running to the two men. “Stevie, what’s wrong?” (Y/n) asks. “I-I’m broken. I’m sorry.” Steve says. (Y/n) shakes her head. “Stevie, don’t you dare call yourself broken, because you’re not. Buck and I literally died in front of you twice, and you being protective of us is expected. Yeah, maybe it’s a bit much sometimes, but that doesn’t mean you’re broken.” (Y/n) says. “(Y/n) and I were taken captive and turned into murder machines. The first time you saw us after 70 years we were trying to kill you, and we had shot your friend twice, and almost killed Fury. You broke through all that brainwashing and training, right into our hearts. You found us and fixed us. So don’t you dare be sorry for it.” Bucky says, looking Steve straight in the eyes. “I just got the two of you back, and then you guys were gone again. Please don’t leave again.” Steve begs. (Y/n) and Bucky nod. “We aren’t planning on it anytime soon.” Bucky says. The three make their way to the bed. “Come on, get some sleep. And (N/n), put the gun away.” Bucky says.

Steve grunted as he was thrown into the corner of another alley. “Not so tough now are you?” The man asks. “Leave him ‘lone!” A voice calls from the entrance. “What you gonna do dollface?” the man asks, a sleazy smirk on his face. “Leave him alone or you’ll see,” The girl’s voice persisted. The soundtrack of footsteps coming closer causes Steve to look up. A girl in a casual dress is walking towards them. “What you gonna do if I don’t leave him alone dollface?” The man asks again. The girl goes to punch the man but he catches her fist. But a smirk is given and before Steve can register what happened the man is on the ground. “Now get!” The girl says. The man runs out of the alley, seemingly frightened. “(Y/n) (L/n),” She says, holding her hand out for Steve to take. “Steve Rogers.” He says as he gets up. “Steve, there you are!” Bucky says running into the alley. “I’m fine Buck,” Steve says. “Who’s this?” Bucky asks. “(Y/n) (L/n). And you?” (Y/n) asks. “James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky,” Bucky says. “Nice to meet you. If you don’t mind I have to get home. I’ll see you two soon,” She says, before walking out of the alley. “I like her,” Steve says. Bucky nods. “Yeah,”

Bucky turns to Steve as (Y/n) kicks the man in the ass and out of the alley. “You got your orders,” Steve says. “Sergent James Barnes, shipping out first thing tomorrow morning, along with his right-hand girl, Sergent (Y/n) (L/n),” Bucky says. Steve’s eyes widen as he gets up and they put their arms around his shoulders. “Come on, it’s our last night. We gotta get you cleaned up.” Bucky says. “Why, where we going?” Steve asks. “The future,” (Y/n) says.

“Buck? (N/n)?” Steve whispers as he walks into a room. “Sergent 32557...Barnes,” Steve runs towards the faint muttering. He hears low groans as well but runs there none the less. “Bucky? Oh my god,” Steve says seeing the state his boyfriend was in. “‘S that?...” Bucky asks. “It’s me, it’s Steve,” Steve says. “Steve? Steve,” Bucky says. Steve breaks the restraints and helps him up. “I thought you were dead,” Steve says. Bucky looks at his boyfriend with wide eyes. “I thought you were smaller.” A groan of pain interrupts the two and the two turn towards the table that (Y/n) was strapped down onto. Steve quickly breaks the restraints and helps her up. “(Y/n), doll, open your eyes for me,” Steve says. She slowly opens them and looks at Steve. “Steve?” Steve nods and helps her down. “Come on, we gotta get out of here.”

“James!” (Y/n) squeals as Bucky walks around the apartment with (Y/n) thrown over his shoulder. “Come on doll, don’t tell me you aren’t enjoying the view,” Bucky says laughing. Bucky throws her onto the couch where she quickly scrambles off and hides behind the 5’4 man who was standing there. “Stevie, help me,” She says, barely suppressing laughter. “I think I’ll let Buck have this one,” Steve says as he moves away from the man. (Y/n)’s squeal brings laughter to both men as she begins to giggle. “Bucky! Put me down!” Bucky drops her on a chair and gives her a quick kiss before leaning over ot kiss Steve.

Steve wakes up again, not a panicked wake-up, but a normal one, the first one since the Snap. He looks at his bed and sees (Y/n) and Bucky sleeping soundly. A sleepy smile is on both of their faces and Steve lays back down. (Y/n) unconsciously snuggles closer to Steve and he smiles as she does. Steve falls back asleep and is only woken again by his alarm clock going off. The three fall out of the bed startled, and they laugh from the ground. “Alright, who we blaming this time?” Bucky asks. “Steve,” (Y/n) sats giggling. Steve rolls his eyes but knows it’s true. (Y/n) gets up and walks out of the room. And for the first time since the Snap, Steve doesn’t panic. He laughs as Bucky pulls him up off the floor. The sound brings a smile to Bucky’s face. “Ok idiots, today we are not leaving this apartment,” (Y/n) says. “What? Why?” Steve asks. “I called Fury and told his we aren’t coming in,” (Y/n) says with a shrug. Steve smiles at her, and she returns it. Bucky picks (Y/n) up and throws her over his shoulder, just like he had in the 1930s. “Bucky!” (Y/n) squeals. She squirms but Bucky isn’t letting go. “Steve! Help!” (Y/n) calls with a smile on her face. The Captain makes his way to the Sergents and grins. He pulls (Y/n) off of Bucky and throws her right over his shoulder. “Buck, do you want to start the fire?” Steve asks. Bucky puts wood into the fireplace and lights it. Steve places (Y/n) down on the couch closest to the fire and sits next to her, Bucky joining on the other side of Steve. Steve looks at the grins on the faces of the two and smiles as well. They were right. He wasn’t broken.

#stucky x reader #stucky #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x bucky barnes #Soph writes

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winter-soldier-vibes · 4 years

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Awake me from my nightmare (Stucky x reader)

Awake me from my nightmare

Steve x reader x Bucky (Stucky x reader)

Word count 1805

Warnings: nightmares, anxiety, fluff

Summary: you have a nightmare and Steve and Bucky comfort you.

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It was a normal night, just like any other. You were lying in bed, asleep, with your two super soldiers on either side of you. You were facing Steve with your back pressed against Bucky’s chest, with his arm draped over your waist, Steve’s on top of his. Nothing was out of the ordinary; this was how most nights were.

But this night was different.

See, nightmares hadn’t really ever been a problem for you. You would get some from time to time, but nothing that wasn’t unbearable. Not like you knew Steve and Bucky dealt with regularly. But tonight, your mind had some new plans in mind.

You were on a mission to a hostage situation involving terrorists. You were flying there on the quinjet, and Steve was giving his normal Cap speech and laying out the plan.

“Bucky and I will take the guards at the perimeter to give you guys a chance to get in. Stark and Romanoff, you find your way to the room with the hostages. And Y/N,” he paused, looking at you. “You know what to do.”

And you did. You were an avenger due to your ability to become invisible. You were a trainer fighter as well, meaning it was often your job to sneak up on your opponents and attack them. They were dead before they could even process what happened.

As you neared the abandoned building the terrorists were set in, the normal anxiety began to bubble up inside you. You were afraid of a mission failure of course, and you didn’t want to get hurt, but more than that you were terrified that something would happen to either of your lovers, leaving you alone and without a chance to say goodbye.

Shaking these thoughts from your mind, you refocused on the mission at hand. Get in, get the hostages, and get out. Kill a few people on the way. No big deal, right?

Boy were you wrong. When you guys landed, you quickly realized this was going to be much harder than anticipated. There were easily 3 times the amount of guards than you anticipated, all of them armed with weapons ranging from guns to blades. And on top of that, the doors were heavily locked down, which would prove to make entry difficult.

While everyone had begun to fight the guards surrounding the building, I walked up to the door trying to break in while invisible. After a few minutes, I was able to breach the entrance and spoke over the com “Ready for you Nat and Stark.”

Meanwhile you walked in, as quietly as possible and began fighting guards left and right, clearing the way for your teammates. You would have easily been outnumbered had you not been invisible. But they can’t fight what they can’t see.

You were feeling pretty good about the way the mission was being handled, but suddenly the coms crackled with heavy panting and grunts of pain. “Cap and I need backup, we’re both injured.”

You froze and the person you had in a chokehold almost got free, when you turned back and knocked him over the head and began bolting out the way you had come in. “I’m on my way!” you yelled, dread and terror causing your heart to jump to your throat.

When you got outside, there were so many guards. They must have ambushed the two of them. Scanning the battleground, you find Bucky shooting a gun with one hand while the other gripped the side of his stomach. Wait- is that blood on his arm? His arm was drenched in red, and you knew that he had been shot. Steve wasn’t far away, but he was in rough shape too. There was blood on his face, and it appeared that he too had been shot. There was blood covering his right shoulder.

They were completely outnumbered and there were more guards coming their way. You ran over to join them, anger coursing through your veins at seeing the two of them injured. You began fighting alongside them, knocking out guards quickly because they couldn’t see you coming. At first the two of them wondered why guards were all of a sudden dropping like flies, but then they remembered you were just doing your thing.

The three of you got the situation under control. You loved that you were able to fight alongside your boyfriends, but you hated the circumstances. Once all directions were clear of any guys, you turned to focus your attention on the two guys you had come out to help.

And your stomach dropped.

Steve was now on the ground, blood now coming from a large gash on his right side. And Bucky had been shot again, but this time in the stomach.

You rushed to their sides and became visible again. You were trying to tend to both of them at the same time, when you felt metal clasp around your wrist. You looked at Bucky who held your arm with his left hand, and confusion laced your features.

“Stop Y/N. It’s okay.” he said, offering you a weak smile despite the pain he must have been feeling. You started to shake your head “No, no Buck, don’t leave me, you’re going to be okay. Please, you have to be.”

Steve grabbed your other arm, causing you to look back and forth between the two of them. Tears flowing down your cheeks, you shook your head violently, and you saw the two people you loved getting paler by the second. You saw both of their eyes glaze over, and you started to sob. You also began screaming

This can’t be happening, please let this not be happening. I need them, please don’t leave -

“Y/N!”

You jolted up and looked around the room violently. Where were you? What just happened. Wait - Steve...Bucky…

You were breathing heavy and tears stained your face as you still tried to figure out where you were. You felt a hand on your shoulder and whipped around to see a very concerned Steve and Bucky staring back at you. You started crying harder and practically jumped on Steve, clinging to him as if he would disappear. Because to you, moments ago, they just had.

“Stevie...you’re - you’re okay. And Bucky,” you turned your head to him and reached out to grab his hand, making sure he really was there. “I’m sorry, please guys, please don’t leave. Please, you can’t leave me.”

“Hey, shhh,” Steve said as he hugged you tightly, rubbing circles on your back trying to calm you down. “Me and Bucky are fine sweetheart.” Bucky nodded his head and brushed some hair out of your face. “Yeah, doll, we’re just fine. We’re in the tower, and we are safe in your room. nothing ‘is happening to any of us anytime soon.”

Sobs were wracking your body, and the two super soldiers exchanged a worried glance. They had never seen you so upset or scared before. They wanted to know what had happened to cause you to be so shaken up, but they didn’t want to make things worse either.

Since Bucky had a little more experience with nightmares (which both of them assumed was what had caused you to scream in your sleep), he asked “Did you have a nightmare?” When you nodded into Steve’s chest, he carefully added “Can I ask what happened?”

You met his eyes, filled with worry and love. God how you would have missed those eyes if he was actually dead. But as soon as that thought crossed your mind, you squeezed your eyes shut and retracted your hand from Bucky’s to cover your mouth, trying to contain your new sobs. After a few seconds, you blurted out “You were dead.” You opened your eyes and looked at Bucky again. “Both of you. We were on a mission and there were too many of them and you called for backup and when I got there you had already been shot and Steve was shot too and he had blood all over his face and when I got there to help it was too late and by the time all the guards were down you were both bleeding out and I couldn’t do anything and I’m sorry I tried to help you but I couldn’t -”

“Hey hey hey, slow it down darling, breath.” Steve said. You were shaking uncontrollably and you were a mess. Steve’s shirt was now wet with tears and snot but he didn’t care. You couldn’t really breath either, you just couldn’t calm down. You were still terrified that your lovers would vanish any second now.

“Look at me doll,” Bucky said. You had closed your eyes again. You looked at him and he continued, “It was just a dream. Stevie and I are fine, nothing happened to us, and we aren’t going anywhere. You are okay, we are all safe, and we aren’t going to let anything bad happen to you or us. I promise.”

Your tears had slowed down to small trickles down your cheeks. “I don’t know what I’d do without you two. I was so scared that I’d never see you again…”

“Well luckily that’s not the case.” Steve started. “And it won’t be anytime soon. Everything is gonna be alright.”

You were now able to breath, and your shaking had quieted down to small tremors. You let out another sob and held onto Steve and invited Bucky to join you. “I love you guys so much.” you said through the tears.

The three of you now sat together, you on Steves lap, trapped in an embrace between him and Bucky. And that’s exactly where you wanted to be. Bucky said “We love you too, Y/N. let’s try to get some more sleep. Before this one over here drags me to morning training in a few hours.” which caused the three of you to chuckle. You nodded and moved back to lie down.

You laid down the same way you were before; facing Steve and with your back against Bucky. But this time you were a lot closer, face on Steve’s chest and arm draped over his waist, while Bucky draped his own over your waist and Steve’s rested on top of his. You were all very close, and you could feel the rising and falling of both their chests, and you felt a little more calm in knowing that they were still breathing. They both pressed light kisses onto the top of your head, and you closed your eyes, finally feeling that it was safe enough to do so.

“I love you guys so much.” you said before letting sleep take you again.

#Avengers #steverogers #buckybarnes #nightmare #comfort #anxiety #captainamerica #wintersoldier

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the-omni-princess · 5 years

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Frozen Heart [Chapter 7]

Author: @the-omni-princess

Summary: After the war against Hydra, King Bucky comes home to take what has been promised to him since he was young, you. But he is not the same person as the young boy that you grew up with. Can she break through his tough shell and bring back the young man she once fell in love with? Or will she be forced to marry the monster everyone thinks he’s become?

Word Count: 4.4K

Pairing: King!Bucky x Fem!Reader (Royalty Au!)

Warnings: mentions of: violence, torture, war, overall nasty stuff, angst, then so much fluff you’ll cry

A/N:

If something in my warning is too triggering, let me know and I’ll give you a basic summary. All of it is at the beginning of this chapter FYI

I’ll be on vacation until August 11thwith no wifi, so bare some patience with me for the next part so here's a decently bigger chapter to make you feel better

[Series Masterlist] [Masterlist]

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He wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, smiling softly as you nuzzled into the furs. “Before I start to tell you, I just want to warn you. It’s not pretty, and I respect you and don’t want to lie to you or sugar coat it. I’m not sure how much either of us can take before I’ll need to stop, but if it becomes too much, please, let me know?” He gave you a sad smile, holding onto your hands tenderly.

“Bucky, I’m not a child, I can handle it. I promise, but promise yourself the same thing, don’t push yourself to far.” You squeezed his hands lightly, giving him your full support and attention.

He nodded, sighing softly as his gaze dropped to your interwoven hands, already putting himself into the headspace needed to tell you the truth. “Then let’s begin, all the way at the beginning.”

“As you know,” Bucky started, “The Northern lands share a now small border with the Hydra Kingdom. As Hydra kept growing, they kept pushing that line, sending more and more unannounced envoys into our Kingdom. Those, my father forgave, saying it wasn’t his war to fight. It took two burned down and plundered villages before we alright declared war on them. The South followed suit, and we quickly formed an alliance with the Wakandians and Asgardians, both already engaged in war with Hydra. A few more plundered towns on our border so father decided to send me, saying it would boost troop morale, or build character or something like that. Months later your idiot brother decided it would be a great idea to jump into a war I didn’t want to fight in to start with, I was forced to go with no complaints as Becca cried, while Steve went to be a hero.” Three years older than Bucky, Lady Rebecca had been married to a commoner from Asgard, abdicating the Throne. Becca was always a great person to be around, and you couldn’t help but hope she was alright, wherever in the world she was currently hiding.

You smiled faintly, letting your fingers trace patterns into his palms. “Years of pointless fighting, Stevie and I back to back or side by side on horseback as we tried to push Hydra back into their own country. We were on an envoy to capture one of their officials, Lord Rumlow, as he is the general of their fleet. He, naturally, would have knowledge of troop plans and the next village targets. To make a long story shorter, it was a trap. We were out gunned, out manned, and they slaughtered my men in front of me, slaughtered my horse New York, and they just kept coming. Stevie and I were cornered, the gates to the outside closing. I pushed him through, just as it closed behind him. I was trapped, and to top it all off, I had no bullets left so I couldn’t even end my life before they could take me. They took me in front of him. Steve had to watch as they dragged me off kicking and fighting with all I got.” He shuddered, a frown etched onto his features. He paused, and you continued to listen carefully, already leaning towards him.

“That’s when the true nightmare begun. They knew who I was, my station, everything. Before they even begun their torture, they knew more about Steve and me than we thought. They tortured troop movements out of me, they didn’t care about many kingdom secrets, only how to easily get into the castles and how to beat the very army I was supposed to be fighting for. They drowned me, starved me, dehydrated me, burned and shocked me until I couldn’t remember my name, only my identification number.” You frowned as he continued. “They cut me, hit me, they did so much simply because it was ‘fun.’ They experimented on my body, saying it should be an honor for me to die in the name of science. They would bleed me out within an inch of my life, toss me in a cold rotting cell naked until I healed just enough for them to continue.” He let go of one of your hands, and you bit back a small whimper, he definitely would not be able to see you right now. He needed support and love, so you reigned in your feelings on the cruelty, watching as he ran a hand through his hair before adhering to your hands again, as you were determined to not let him see anything but love on your face if he looked towards you.

“The day they cut off my arm was the day the feeling in the pit of my stomach grew. I had already given up hope Steve or anyone else would find me. Hell, I couldn’t even remember his name, only his face. They moved me around so often, I didn’t think it was weird when they grabbed me, tossing me into some chair. I had clothes on, for once, but they immediately tied me down. I was clinging to you and Steve and my parents and Becca, my home. Your faces, trying to remember your names, random memories of things you would say floating in my head. I didn’t even comprehend what was happening, my eyes were both too swollen to notice the camera on me, so I didn’t even grasp they had cut my arm until I heard screaming. It took me a while to realize it was my screams. I clung to you and Steve and Becca’s voices, telling me you were with me, but I couldn’t stop screaming or crying. I thought I was going hysterical. Blinding pain.” He took a shaky breath, and you gently wiped the tears that started to fall down his face.

“Take your time, My Love, I’m here,” you kissed his hands again, encouraging him to continue with unsteady breaths.

“It was a few months before Steve found me. Turns out, I wasn’t the only one Hydra had taken and experimented and tortured. Most of the Howling Commandoes were men he rescued from Hydra. It took me a month to heal, and we lost a lot of land in that time. When I was finally healed enough to fight, and started regaining my memories, I didn’t hesitate to locate every Hydra base they had taken me to, so we could destroy them all. They were losing ground on all fronts, that’s why they sent those assassins. Steve got his letters first, since we were closer to your borders, that there was an assassination attempt that was thwarted. I started to worry about my own family. We had just destroyed another base when I received the news my parents were killed.” He took a deep breath.

“All the men around me just bowed, and I had to take a throne I never was meant to have, in the middle of a war I didn’t want to be in and in the middle of my own self-loathing. They took one of the few things I had left, and I snapped. I took Shuri’s gift of an arm simply as a means to end Hydra. I killed any Hydra soldier I got my hands on, I lost all emotion. I became a shell; my only goals were to protect the Howlies and Steve and end this stupid war and end Hydra. I was frightening my own men, to the point where only Steve and the Howlies would trust me or speak to me without fear. Guess I succeeded in ending the war; Hydra retreated and called for a treaty.” He said the last sentence with such bitterness it made your heart crumble.

“I came back to a cold throne. A place that didn’t feel like a home, that didn’t feel earned. After months of self-loathing, destroying the king’s study, and wallowing in my own self-pity, Steve practically forced me to the South. He convinced me to reset up the engagement, and I’m glad he did. Doll, you’re one of the few good things left in my life.” He looked up towards you for the first time since he began his story, pain and sorrow deep in his eyes, sniffling softly.

You gave him an encouraging smile. “May I hug you Bucky?” You wanted to be careful, knowing that he might back off or get standoffish if you tried to do something he was uncomfortable with. He nodded, his bottom lip trembling faintly as he held back tears. That sight is what made you launch at him, pulling his head into your chest gently. “Oh, my sweet baby boy,” you whispered gently, tenderly running your fingers through his hair. You felt his beard itch at your collarbones, but you ignored it, only focusing on comforting him. “You were gone, and it was terrible, but it’s over now, My Love, My Darling, My Heart, you’re safe, and you’re alive.” You rambled sweet nothings into his ear, protectively wrapping your body around him. You could feel tears start to wet your shirt, making you hold onto him tighten as he sobbed into your chest. “I’m here, I’m always here for you,” you continued to whisper. “I’ll always protect you, I’ll love you forever and always.” You gently lay the two of you, Bucky quickly curling up against you.

You fell asleep like that, Bucky pressed against your chest, lulled to sleep by the sound of your heartbeat, and you, soothingly playing with his hair and calming him. The last thing he thought before his world turned black was how he would do absolutely anything to keep you happy and safe.

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You woke up first, Bucky still cuddled against you. You smiled faintly, gently running your fingers through his hair, adoring how peaceful he looked in his sleep. You kissed his nose lightheartedly, “Wake up, My Love,” you whispered softly, beaming as his nose crunched up with a groan.

“Five more minutes, y/n/n,” he mumbled gruffly.

You laughed, “Scott mentioned how much work you need to attend to. My King, you’ve been gone a month, you have work to do.” You peppered his face with light kisses, making him smile through a playful groan.

“Don’t wanna leave,” he nuzzled his face into your neck, making you giggle at his childlike antics.

“Bucky, please, before one of the guards or maids runs in,” you teased, still running your hands through his hair.

He groaned again, his breath and beard tickling your neck, setting you into a fit of giggles. “Finnnneeee,” he kissed your neck lightly, sending a warm shiver down your spine. He smirked as he sat up, “You look absolutely lovely in the morning.” You blushed, giving him a pointed look, which he replied with a chuckle, kissing your forehead before getting up to change.

You followed him towards the bathroom, now noticing the new extra toiletries clearly meant for you. He changed quickly as you brushed your teeth, stretching your arms above your head as you fell onto the bed once more, hearing the sink turn on then off again. A now kingly looking Bucky appeared at the doorway to the bathroom, making you smile warmly at him. He came close without a word, pressing tender kisses to your head, smiling at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

An idea formed in your head as you draped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer just as he was about to pull away. “May I have another kiss, My King?” You teased, giving him a mischievous pout.

He chuckled, coming closer to stand in between your legs, “Why of course, My Queen.” He leaned in, and you moved closer, cutting the distance until your lips met. You melted against him, kissing him tenderly, giggling as he nipped at your lip playfully.

You deepened the kiss, running your tongue against his lips, tasting the fresh mint. He bit your bottom lip again, this time sucking softly, sending warmth through your body as a moan escaped your lips. “Bucky…” you murmured breathlessly as you broke away for air. You were already breathing heavily, and he had barley even begun. Gods, how were you going to be able to survive love making with this man if his simple kisses sent fire through you and made you dizzy? He seemed just as bothered, smirking, his eyes dark, pupils dilated.

A knock on the chamber door before it opened made him groan, not letting you go quite yet though. Scott stood there, bowing quickly, “I apologize for interrupting, Your Majesty, Your Highness, the nobles demand that the King be at the meeting scheduled to start in a few minutes.”

You chuckled, “Told ya, Bucky. Go, I’ll be roaming the halls if you need me.” He nodded, ignoring Scott’s presence as he pulled you in for another kiss. Desperation laced lips pulled another small moan from your throat, making your face darken in embarrassment. “Go,” you whispered softly as he pressed his forehead against your own. “I’ll explore.”

“Stay safe, My Love,” he kissed your lips once more before following Scott out the door. You fell to the bed, grinning as you touched your lips, still feeling the way he bit your lip.

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A few hours later you were doing as you said you would, roaming the halls, Sam beside you. “It feels isolated.” He finally stated, the hallways mostly empty.

You sighed, “I plan on changing that. One step at a time though.” You were completely unfamiliar in this new castle, the passageways were confusing, and you couldn’t remember much of the layout from your childhood to help. A few wrong turns and you found the throne room, noticing how dark and uninviting it looked. You frowned, approaching the throne you would soon sit upon. The entire palace was clean, but it felt superficial, like a concealed darkness was hiding in the wall. Yep, this definitely has to change.

You walked out the door, roaming the halls again until you found a maid, quickly telling her your plans to liven up the place. She nodded before scurrying off, Sam chuckled behind you. “Oh, I can’t wait to see this go down.”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s going to have to live with it. This entire place deserves some warmth, some love.” Continuing down the castle walls, you managed to find the King’s personal library, making you grin, already forming a plan of attack. You were quick to change how the relatively small room looked, pulling the curtains back to let the sun in, instantly changing the look of the space. You then found a few scented candles, and lit them, just out of reach on a desk but close enough that the scent of lavender and lilies filled the room. The room was smaller than the king’s chambers, but it was filled to the brim with stories waiting to be told. “I know your break is coming soon, Sam, feel free to stand at the door if you don’t want to join me.”

He responded with a shrug, “See you eventually, Y/n, holler if you need anything.” He closed the library doors behind him. You ran your hand across the spines of the books, one catching your eye. It was dark red, with no cover page or title, it simply jumped into the story. You found a few pillows and blankets from an adjacent closet and set up a makeshift window seat, gladly pulling your knees to your chest and using the afternoon light to read the mysterious book.

You skipped lunch, a fact that was evident by your stomach growling a few hours later as you read. You groaned, not daring to move from your comfortable position. You heard rustling in the hallway, before the doors opened, a worried looking Bucky standing at the entrance. You placed the book down, smiling brightly at him, “Why hello, My Love.”

He visibly calmed, making you realize how tense he had looked when he had first walked in. He sat across from you on the windowsill, taking in the small changes you had set up in the room, including the now organized desk in the corner. “I couldn’t find you for an hour, Doll, I should have known you would have found this place by now.”

His right hand lightly rested on your left, and you smiled sympathetically. “I’m sorry Buck, I got a bit caught up in the fantasy world.” You noticed his eyes linger on the lit candles, taking in the floral smell. “Hope you don’t mind, but I’m livening up the place, gods know it needs a little love.”

He chuckled, “So I’ve heard. One of the maids said you ordered more flowers to be placed around the castle, which is a great start to give this place some love.”

You smiled warmly at him, “How was the meetings?” You sat up a bit, stretching you back after being hunched over a book for so long.

“Boring, the usual drama,” he joked. “A few interesting prospects though.” He shrugged before glancing out the window, the sun setting just above the mountains. “Would you care to take a walk with me around the castle, My Love? I do believe you asked for a tour, and your chambers are ready.”

You smiled, closing the book and placing it on the seat as you stood. You stretched again as you replied, “I’d love that.” He took notice of your makeshift window seat, already making plans in his head as he offered you his hand. You gladly took it and followed him through the halls.

After showing you the entirety of the Eastern Wing, he led you through parts of the Western Wing, which held both of your chambers, and the library you had found. He smiled mischievously at you as you turned a corner, both of your personal guards staying nearby but not breathing down your throats. He glanced towards them, and looked towards you again, already arm in arm he leaned in closer and whispered in your ear, “Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” you replied, holding his arm tighter. He grinned, before sprinting around a corner with you in tow. After a few bends and passageways, the two of you stopped behind a corner, effectively losing both of your guards. You stifled laughs, covering your mouth as you playfully hit his arm. “Buck! They’re just trying to protect us! Poor Sam doesn’t even know the castle yet!” You whisper yelled.

He chuckled, “That’s the point, they’re overbearing,” he whined, pulling you in closer. “And I want you all to myself.” He used his metal hand which was at the small of your back to gently tug you into a kiss. You giggled against his lips, your arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss. He cupped your jaw with his right hand, smiling into your lips as the two of you kissed, finally alone. You carded your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. The two of you only broke off when you could hear Sam and Scott running past the passageway you two were hiding in.

“You’re a menace, Buck,” you teased, trying to catch your breath, your foreheads pressed together.

Bucky shrugged, smiling playfully, “But I’m your menace, y/n/n,” his lips brushed past yours as he spoke.

“That you are. My Bucky.” You let your eyes close, a blissful smile lighting up your face.

“Come on, doll, I have another place to show you.” He broke away from your arms, still holding tight to your arm as he led the way through a few more secluded halls before he pulled you outside on a large balcony. The balcony was at the top of the castle, the only place with a better view was the King’s Chambers, but this balcony was noticeably different. It had a few flower pots filled with pink heathers as well as beanbag chairs, blankets, and pillows in a makeshift pillow fort that opened up to see the sky. “I heard how much you wanted flowers to liven up the place, so I decided that a makeshift garden could help for now, at least until I can get an indoors greenhouse, that way you can have flowers year-round and not just the cherry blossoms that bloom in winter.”

Your eyes widened, taking it all in but looking towards him bewildered as he mentioned a greenhouse. “A green house? Really Bucky?” You asked, pure hope and joy in your voice.

“Why of course, you only say the word, and anything can be done, so when you said flowers it gave me the idea of the greenhouse. I had been thinking about it already, since I know how much you love the garden back South, and a greenhouse sounds like the perfect idea.” He grinned giddily, completely enjoying the childlike wonder in your expressions. “Besides, I want to spoil my fiancé.” You couldn’t stop smiling, tackling him in a tight hug, much to his utter amusement. “Consider it a courting gift, My Love.”

You pulled back a bit, looking up at him confused. “Courting gift? Another Northern custom I’m assuming?”

He chuckled, nodding, “Royals don’t really participate in Courting, since most of our marriages are arranged, but I did promise you to teach you every part of our culture.”

“That you did. So, what does a courting fully entail?” You still hung in his arms, as he easily picked you up, his hands gripping your thighs, gently placing you both on the pillows and fur blankets on the ground. You straddled his hips naturally, now just a few inches above him.

“Well, it mostly entails me spoiling you rotten, though I suppose I was already going to do that. Dates, gifts, holding hands, kissing, any little thing that shows you I am yours and shows the world that I am yours. Not every gift is a material possession, most mean something more than materials, like how we are currently in the best stargazing spot in the entire kingdom.” He smiled knowingly, and you decided to look up, knowing the sun was completely set now. You gasped softly, taking in the sheer number of stars and the different positions than you were used to. “We’re far enough away from the South that we have a slightly different night sky, and our culture has different constellations, and we are up in the mountains so there’s little to no light pollution.” His hands were currently at your hips, drawing patterns into your waist as he smiled up at you.

“Bucky, its beautiful,” you whispered softly, awestruck.

“And I will be fixing that window seat in the library, make it more comfortable for you to read,” he said softly, gauging your reaction.

Your eyes diverged from the stars, smiling down at him. “You truly are spoiling me, My Love.”

“I want to, y/n/n. You’re my moon and my stars and my sun, my world, my everything.” You tenderly leaned against his forehead, contentedly soaking in his affectionate words.

“You’re my heavens and my earth, my beginning and end, my everything,” you murmured, letting your eyes close. “I would do anything for you, without a second thought.” You smirked, and he noticed the mischief hiding on your lips, he realized he tended to stare a lot at your lips now a days. “And if you cross me, I’ll just kick your ass like those men at the village.”

He laughed, sending vibrations through your chest, making you realize how you were pressed up against him. “I do not doubt that for a second, My Queen.”

“Not yet I’m not, but I do enjoy hearing that,” you opened your eyes, poking his nose playfully.

He seemed unable to stop smiling as you spoke, your words a melody that acted like a balm to his very soul, soothing him. “Good, because I enjoy saying it, and one day everyone will call you that and I’ll have to resort to other nicknames again.” He sighed dramatically, a theatrical frown on his face, sending you in a fit of giggles.

“You absolute dork! It doesn’t matter what other people call me, I only care about what you call me, though I am partial to ‘doll’ for some unknown reason.” It was his turn to laugh.

“Perhaps because I have called you that pet name since we were younger?”

“No, it can’t be that, you’ve got a completely different hair situation, it’s not the same!” You sighed dramatically, mirroring his earlier antics, making him chuckle as he pulled you closer to his body.

“I have been thinking of shaving, perhaps a haircut is also in order. What do you think, doll?” You carded your fingers through his hair before you cupped his jaw in your palms, your thumbs rubbing circles on his cheeks.

“I think you should keep your hair long enough for me to play with it, but other than that, go wild, try something new, life’s too short to not try new hairstyles.” You shrugged.

“Definitely noted, doll,” he grinned, one of his hands leaving your hips to press against the hand at his face as he nuzzled his face into your palm, making you giggle.

“Come here, you big goof,” you tilted his head up, tenderly kissing him, and easily letting it go deeper as you and Buck explored each other’s mouths.

After another heated make out session, you pressed your forehead to his again. “What happens to complete the Courting Ritual?” you asked in a soft voice.

“I present you with an engagement ring, a marriage ritual, and then usually a Mating ritual, but I won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable or not ready for yet, My Love.”

You nodded, “One day, with time.” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Let’s call it a night, My Love.”

“Certainly, My Dove.” The two of you stood, Bucky happily walking hand in hand with you back to your newly arranged chambers.

You placed a gentle chaste kiss against his lips as you stood outside your chamber doors. “I will see you tomorrow, sweet dreams, Bucky.”

He smiled, “You as well, My Queen.” Before he could even take a step back from you, you pulled him into a hug, and he melted against you.

“If you wake with more night terrors, wake me up, I’ll gladly keep you company.” You whisper against his ear, careful so the guards at your door couldn’t hear.

He breathed out harshly but nodded, “I will. Sleep well, My Love.” He kissed your nose before walking off to his chambers, which were just down the corridor.

You said goodnight to the guards, closed the doors and quickly got changed into pajamas. You took a quick glance around the new room, it looked similar to your one in the South, only it had the same style as Bucky’s room and it was a bit bigger. You climbed into bed and laid back, smiling as you fell asleep, already thinking about your blue-eyed king.

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Soldier On - Prologue

Title: Soldier On - Prologue

Word Count: 1906 words (oops)

Description: The first eight years of Elizabeth Carter’s life are filled with happy memories but despite the joy felt, Lizzie can’t help but regret the words she never got to say to her mother and the dread she feels directed towards her impending, world-shattering, life change.

Pairings: Avengers x Barnes!OFC, Bucky Barnes x daughter!OFC

Warnings: Mentions of violence, childbirth, unplanned pregnancy, labor complications, character deaths, Infinity War spoilers, Endgame spoilers, explicit language, and violence.

A/N: Hello all, Bella, here! This has been brewing in my head for a long, long time and I’m finally putting pen to paper and writing this shit! Let me know if you’d like to be on the tag list for this through an ask and I will certainly add you!! OH AND BY THE WAY: STEVE AND SHARON WERE NEVER A THING IN THIS. The series was inspired by the song Soldier On by The Temper Trap, however, the chapter was inspired by the song Words by Skylar Grey. Jenna Coleman is my play-by for Maggie Carter, and Elizabeth’s play-by is Summer Fontana as a child (from 4-11) and Danielle Rose Russell as a teenager (12 and on) And lastly, translations!

ангел = angel

моя сладкая детка = my sweet baby

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2009

“There we go, easy does it, darling!” Peggy encouraged, laughing as the contraction, the final contraction, ended. Eighty-eight years old to the day, and she was still alive and kicking, and she’d be damned if she’d miss this event of all the days and weeks. The birth of her great-grandchild. With one last, drawn-out scream, Maggie collapsed onto the bed behind her, chest heaving as Peggy’s face changed from that of happiness to one of concern. Sharon gently wiped her cousin’s face with a cool cloth, and Maggie tried to sit up.

Maggie Carter was in unbearable pain. From her first heartbreak to her horrendous torture in the hands of HYDRA, the crippling anxiety and fear possessing her at that very moment. The baby wasn’t crying. “W-What is it? W-Why isn’t she crying?” Maggie asked. Sharon gently forced her to lay back down and looked to her great-uncle. He looked just as concerned at the unresponsiveness of the newborn as everyone else was, and he shut off the video camera, placing it on the bedside table and hurrying to his wife’s aid. “Why isn’t she crying?” Maggie repeated, more firmly this time.

Peggy made quick work of the situation, opening the small infant’s mouth and clearing the airway, putting her mouth to the baby girl’s, gently blowing five quick breaths into her, and by doing so, into her lungs. She repeated it, before calling for the midwife on hand, who was about to take the baby when, like a miracle, a wet, pitchy wail sprung forth from the newborn’s lips.

A wave of relief passed over the room, and Peggy begrudgingly handed the newborn to the midwife looked back up to her granddaughter, who was struggling to sit up, “W-Where are you taking her?”

Maggie’s grandfather held her shoulders gently, but firmly, ensuring that she couldn’t go anywhere. “She needs to be taken to the NICU, sweetheart,” Peggy said softly.

Maggie dissolved into tears, gripping the arms of her grandpa, shaking her head, “I-Is she going to be okay? I-I-I- n-need to h-hold her,” She sobbed.

Steve smoothed back his granddaughter’s brown locks, plastered to her forehead with beads of sweat. He took the wet cloth from Sharon and wiped her forehead, “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, Maggie,” He said softly, kissing the top of her head, “She’s gonna be just fine. It’s in her blood. She’s a fighter, just like her mom.”

- 2010

This first year seemed to be a rollercoaster of firsts, and of course, it was, it wasn’t as though Maggie was impervious to the constraints of time, but she didn’t like how quickly Lizzie was growing. Maggie loved having a baby, but with Lizzie’s health problems the first few months were trying and terrifying, but, like Pops said, Lizzie was just fine. And, like always, he was right. After all, he was and his health conditions growing up were tenfold the severity of Lizzie’s.

Balancing a one-year-old and a stack of unopened plastic plates, Maggie made her way to the dinging doorbell with an exasperated sigh, “Just a minute!” She called, walking in from the kitchen and into the living room, making her way over to the front door. With one elbow and her rambunctious infant tugging on her hair, Maggie somehow managed to open the door. She grinned, dark circles under her eyes in preparation for today’s festivities. “Oh, Margaret, I swear,” Peggy exclaimed, shaking her head. She moved to take Elizabeth from Maggie, which Maggie allowed with a groan. Steve followed his wife, giving his granddaughter an apologetic look.

“Nan, I’m an adult, a mother even, I can manage myself quite we-” Peggy interrupted her.

“-You look exhausted, Maggie,” She stated. “I told you your granddad and I would help you set up. You’re working yourself into the ground.” Elizabeth squealed, clapping her hands, and Peggy laughed, kissing the infant’s forehead, “Yes, she is,” Peggy cooed, kissing Lizzie’s cheek three times before looking back at Maggie. “I just wish you’d let others help you, dear, that’s all.”

Steve chucked, “In all fairness, doll, you weren’t much different than Mags at your age.”

Maggie gave her grandmother a look, “Ha! See? It’s not my fault, it’s genetic,” She said with a triumphant smirk. “You have the video camera, Granddad?” Maggie asked him as he moved to take Liz from Peggy.

Elizabeth squealed once more, gently hitting Steve’s chest in the only way a baby could get away with, and Steve laughed, patting the infant’s back with one hand as he dug the camera out of his jacket pocket, “Always.” He stated.

“Maggie,” Peggy started, smiling brightly at Elizabeth, “Did I ever thank you for giving me the best birthday gift in the world?”

- 2011

“No, no, no! Elizabeth Margaret Carter, stop that this instant!” Maggie exclaimed firmly. The toddler paused momentarily to spare her mother a glance as Maggie stood from her place on the couch and made her way to the kitchen to stop her. Arms outstretched with her bowl of spaghettios, Elizabeth looked from her mother to the bowl in front of her, giggling as she threw it onto the ground with all her might.

“Elizabeth!”

- 2012

“Mommy?” The auburn-haired girl squeaked from the doorway.

Maggie sat up in her bed, lightning cracking from outside. It illuminated the dark room, revealing Elizabeth’s tear-stained face, “Oh, Liz, come here, darling.” She said softly, prompting Elizabeth to toddle forward. Maggie reached down and picked her up, placing her next to her on the bed. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“Th-The wightning.” She muttered, burying her face in the crook of her mother’s neck.

“Oh, my sweet love, it’s alright,” Maggie soothed, rubbing Liz’s back as she rocked her back and forth. “You can sleep with me tonight,” She stated, pulling back the covers, “Go on then,” Maggie kissed Lizzie’s forehead, “Wriggle down in there. Nothing’s gonna hurt you while Mummy’s here.”

- 2013

Ordinary days were few and far between for the Carter girls. They’d go visit Maggie’s grandmother and Lizzie’s great-grandmother, Peggy, in her home, where her Alzheimers seemed to worsen with every week that passed, however, today hadn’t been one of those days. Nan had been fine and happy, visiting with her great-granddaughter, and now, tired out, Elizabeth was laid down for her routine nap, sucking her thumb as she clutched her blanket to her face. Maggie sighed and smiled contently, cracking the door to her daughter’s bedroom door before swiftly exiting. And that’s when the knock sounded at the door, sending a chill down Margaret’s spine.

She grabbed the pistol from her purse, a million thoughts surging through her head. They moved for this reason, every year without fail. So they couldn’t be followed or found by HYDRA. Maggie had narrowly escape the Winter Soldier’s fate herself, and from their dalliance and his aid in her escape, she’d begot Elizabeth. Her sweet, sweet Elizabeth. Maggie cracked the front door open slightly, peeking out and resting her eyes on a slim redhead, “May I help you?” Maggie asked sharply, gun at the ready behind the door. She looked familiar, and of course, she would as the redhead’s face frequented the news, but Maggie wasn’t taking any chances.

“Agent Margaret A. Carter? My name is Natasha Romanoff. Can I come in?”

- 2014

“Go on, ангел, it’s okay.” Natasha said with a sigh. Elizabeth rocked back and forth on her heels, clutching the straps of her little backpack as she looked up at her.

“But I’m scared, Aunt Tash. I don’t wanna.” She said softly. Natasha smiled softly, kneeling to Elizabeth’s height and encasing her in a hug.

“Listen, моя сладкая детка, I know you’re scared but you’ve gotta be a big girl for Aunt Tash, okay? I promised your mommy I’d get you safe and sound to school.” Natasha said softly.

“Mommy said that she was gonna be here,” Liz stated with a pout. Natasha smoothed her hair and kissed her forehead.

“I know, honey, but she’s gonna pick you up after school. This is exciting! It’s your first day, aren’t you excited too?” She asked brightly.

Elizabeth quickly shook her head, “Nuh-uh.”

Natasha sighed. She needed to pick Steve up, but with Maggie working the graveyard shift at the hospital she’d begged Nat to take Elizabeth to her first day of school. But she would be late picking Steve up, and he definitely didn’t need to know about Elizabeth or Maggie. “Okay, listen to me, squirt,” She looked around before whispering into Elizabeth’s ear. “Ten bucks if you’ll go inside.”

Elizabeth shook her head, crossing her arms, “Twenty. And ice cream after.”

Natasha kissed her head, standing back up, “You’ve got a deal, little miss.”

- Now

When did Maggie ever get her way? When she thought that 2017 was supposed to be a great year. Maggie couldn’t believe that Elizabeth was starting the third grade, and she was so excited about it, too. It broke Maggie’s heart that Elizabeth wanted her Aunt Tash to be there with her, but Maggie had to explain that it just wasn’t possible, not because of… well grown-up stuff (which is how Maggie explained it). Maggie refused to tell her anything other than the truth: that Natasha wouldn’t be coming back for a while.

They had a new apartment, a large apartment with three bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms in upstate New York, thanks to Nat’s friend Tony. He didn’t seem all too keen when he came to check on Maggie and Elizabeth, and Maggie didn’t know why that was and she certainly wasn’t about to ask, not even Granddad. She hadn’t spoken to Granddad in forever, not since Nan had passed per his requests. She sent him updates on herself and Lizzie on the regular, but something about the timeline was too delicate as it was. He needed to stay away, no matter how much he wanted to be there, and Margaret would adhere to his wishes and keep her mouth shut. After all, there was a reason she was Margaret Antonia Carter and not Rogers.

This was supposed to be the perfect year, but here she was, held at gunpoint by some agent as they waited for Elizabeth to get off the bus and trudge up to their apartment, happy as a clam. The lock jingled as Elizabeth undoubtedly unlocked the door. “Don’t make a sound or I’ll blow your brains out.” The agent hissed into Maggie’s ear. She knew her fate in that moment.

The door opened.

Elizabeth screamed, “Mommy!” and ran forward. The scream and movement of the young girl threw the agent off and he faltered in her grip. Maggie used this lack in the grip to kick the man in the gut, throwing the gun to the ground.

“Elizabeth, no! I need you to run!” She yelled, the man beginning to fight back. She managed to yell out, “FRIDAY, activate Emergency Protcal: H Y Delta R Alpha!”

“Shut up!” The agent yelled.

Elizabeth had started to cry, refusing to leave, “Mommy, what about yo-”

“Elizabeth, run! Don’t stop, no matter what you hear! Just run!” Elizabeth remained still.

“Mommy…”

“Run!” Maggie screamed at her. And she did. Elizabeth, sobbing, ran out of the front door and down the hallway, down the flights of steps of their apartment building and she didn’t stop.

Not even when three gunshots echoed throughout the building.

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Bite Me - Chapter Seventeen

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The wooden desk was scarred with scratches as he tested his newly transformed body now that his head was clearer. The drawers were yanked out with enough force to drag the heavy desk across the floor. He threw the drawers at the wall, Howard’s paperwork flying out and drifting to the floor.

In the back of his mind, Tony remembered a vague mission he gave himself before coming here. Something about finding proof. How foolish he was. He should have listened to Bucky. He warned Tony, but Tony was too foolish, too stubborn to listen to him. He knew vampires were dangerous and he still went.

Didn’t know he was here. Didn’t know he got Obie.

He swallowed as he looked at the stiff body he once considered more of a father figure than Howard. That vampire made Stane into a monster, but Tony was the one to kill him.

What had even come over him in those moments? There was only a single thought in mind once the woman’s blood touched his lips, and that was that he needed more. He would have attacked anyone for it. Not wanting to kill had gone out the window.

Was that… bloodlust? And Bucky was able to control it?

Would Bucky help him?

Would Bucky still want him?

He looked for his phone, eventually finding it on the floor near the poor woman, but he wasn’t ready to get close yet.

Face to face would be better anyway.

But Bucky was looking for Fury. And there was no known address. How could Tony find him?

“Like a dog?” he said to himself, remembering his own comment to Bucky.

He felt a little silly, but breathed in deeply through his nose, hoping to sniff him out, but he was quickly assaulted by a variety of smells. His brain was able to distinguish between human and vampire, but beyond that very general observation, he had no idea. There were different flavors attached to the human and vampire scents that he couldn’t decipher. But the overwhelming odors made him nervous.

Maybe after he left, he could find Bucky. Find Bucky and ask for help.

Please, Bucky, please help me.

But he wasn’t going to come here, was he?

Tony would need to leave the vampire, his master, on his own. How much control did his master have over him? The title alone was worrying.

He went to the door, pausing to glance at Stane when a glint in one of the tossed drawers caught his eye. Tony approached the drawer and found a small pistol; it must have been his father’s. Stane hadn’t taken the office over long enough to change much. It didn’t matter. He could use this to his advantage.

‘Aim for the heart’, he remembered.

But it wouldn’t work. He couldn’t kill the one that did this to him, but he still took the gun and carefully put it in his pocket.

With a deep breath to calm his nerves, Tony left the office. He walked passed several sobbing people, but before he could get their hopes up for nothing, he had to know he could get himself out of here.

He was able to get to the edges of the building unhindered. Good.

“Time for outside,” he said as he went to the exit. He hoped this test would prove beneficial and opened the door.

A few steps first. So far so good. A couple more. Still okay.

The building was still in sight when he was forced to his knees with an intense feeling of warning and too far, too far.

He found his limit… for now.

Backing up just enough to quiet his head, Tony tried to find something to mark it with. He ended up nicking his finger on one of his fangs, marking where he felt his master’s influence.

He stood and walked back to the building, stepping inside. His master was there waiting for him.

“Did you really think I didn’t know what you were doing, little one?”

“Sorry,” Tony told him. Stay on his good side. Don’t argue, don’t fight. Oh, but how much he wanted to.

The vampire petted Tony’s hair. “I suppose I can forgive you. You did come right back.”

“I had to. You know that.”

“Of course.” The vampire looked him over, his gaze hovering at times over certain areas. “What do I call you other than young Stark?” he asked as he finally met Tony’s eyes.

“Tony,” came the quick reply. He didn’t much appreciate Aldrich leering at his ass or the front, and if he had anything to use, he would cover himself just to keep those hungry eyes away.

“I see. Anthony, then.” The vampire took both of Tony’s hands in his own. “I am Aldrich Killian. Sorry for the lack of a proper introduction earlier. I suppose I was a bit -” he started a slow dance with Tony - “distracted.”

Tony wore a wide-eyed stare as they twirled around the lobby. You have got to be fucking kidding me.

“You know, I have to wonder,” Aldrich added as he spun his new vampire.

“About what?”

Aldrich pulled him back and then dipped Tony low. “Why did you stop fighting so easily?” There was a clatter as he kept Tony off balance. “Oh, did you drop your gun? So sorry. Be glad it didn’t go off.” He finally helped Tony up, dancing him away from the weapon.

“How did you -”

“I’ve figured out how to use the security room.”

Tony felt more trapped than ever. It didn’t matter what he tried, Aldrich would always know.

“You should drink,” Aldrich suggested, leaving Tony with a quiet pair, their exhaustion written all over their faces as they looked at their former boss’ son.

“Don’t need to,” Tony muttered, cautiously watching Aldrich.

“My dear, sweet Anthony, don’t be so foolish as to not feed. I’m certain even the one you called lover doesn’t hesitate.”

“Don’t talk about him like he no longer is,” Tony snapped.

But Aldrich smiled back far too sweetly. “You expect him to take you back now? No, darling, you’re mine. Just like -”

“I am not Maya!”

The sweet smile was replaced by a harsh glare. “Perhaps not,” Aldrich agreed, his voice hard. “Maybe I should stop treating you so well.”

“This is treating me well? You’ve been forcing your will on me.”

“You will thank me one day if you stop your complaining.”

“Thank you? For making me into a monster?”

Aldrich laughed. “A monster? So you don’t mind loving a monster, but you despise to become one? And you even wish for your former monstrous lover back?” He crowded into Tony’s space as the terrified workers snatched up the gun and then slipped into another room. “Young Anthony, we are not monsters. We are superior. Let go of your silly prejudices now or you will loathe yourself for eternity.”

“But we need to consume blood,” Tony argued. “How is that superior?”

“A small price for what we gain. Enhancements, Anthony. Strength, speed, hearing, healing… eternal life.”

“It’s too high a cost.”

Taking Tony’s chin in hand, Aldrich softly told him, “You will see differently. If not… well, then you’ll become the very monster you believe us all to be.”

Tony kept eye contact but the other’s words rang too true. He had already had a taste of the dark reality of refusal. If he didn’t want to be an uncontrollable fiend, he would need to willingly feed his hunger.

But it scared him. He didn’t want to be… this.

A monster.

A vampire.

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yougottalovebuckybarnes · 6 years

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Til Death Do Us Part

A/N: idk why I’m writing all angsty/sad imagines, but I’ll try to get out a fluffy one soon, I promise. P.S., I hope this isn’t super shitty.

Kinda based off an imagine I read on Tumblr.

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On that day just shy of a month ago... we promised ourselves to each other. We read our vows to one another, promising to love and support each other in sickness and in health, and everything that went along with it... until death do us part.

The reality of the last statement seemed ages away, a day that we would never have to even think about until we were retired in a nice home far away from... whatever you would call this mess. The Avengers... the fighting... everything.

Bucky promised me that we would leave, as soon as everything was alright. He did not want to leave Steve and the others to the chaos of the world around them, and I understood. I was reasonable, and agreed to stay with him. All was well.

Until one night, everything suddenly wasn’t

I was laying on my shared bed on my laptop, looking at houses tucked far out of view in the country. Bucky was on a mission with Steve and a few of the others. A loud crash broke the comfortable silence and I frowned as I shut my computer and sat up. “Friday, what’s going on?”

The bedroom door burst open, and a large man in black stepped into the room, a nasty grin on his face. “I’ll give you three guesses.”

My eyes focused on a patch on his uniform: a red circle with a black octopus. I froze as I glanced back at his face. “You can’t have him.”

“Oh, I can’t?” He laughed and shook his head as he stepped closer to the bed. “Who said he was my mission?”

My throat went dry as he pulled a knife from his belt and continued to move closer. I shifted and moved towards the opposite end of the bed before pulling out a gun from my nightstand drawer. “Don’t get any closer.”

“You know... I would’ve thought you would’ve been a lot more intimidating, being the Winter Soldier’s wife and all...” In a split of a second, the knife flew threw the air and pierced my hand, causing the gun to slip through my fingers and a cry of pain from my lips. “But really, you’re just a soft girl from the city who some how managed to get past his ugly history with HYDRA.”

I pulled the knife out with a grunt, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my hand as the blood trailed down onto the clean sheets. “He’s never going to return into your hands, no matter what you do.”

“Really?” He lunged forward and grabbed my wrist, yanking me towards him. “You don’t think that murdering his wife won’t prompt him to seek revenge and coming to find us?”

“He knows better than that.” I gritted my teeth before spitting in his face, causing him to reel backwards. I used the opportunity to land on my back and kick him in the crotch. After he released my wrist, I scrambled off the bed and grabbed my phone before running out of the room. As I tried to find somewhere to hide, I immediately called Bucky. “Pick up, pick up, pick up.” I gritted my teeth as I found a closet and went inside, locking the door behind me.

After a few seconds, the line clicked and a cheery voice began to speak. “Well, how is my darling wife doing this evening?”

“How far are you from home?” I whispered urgently, hearing the man start to walk down the hall.

“Not far. Probably twenty minutes. Why?”

“No matter what happens, Buck, do not go after them. Okay?” I felt the tears pool in my eyes and become evident in my tone. “Stay away.”

“What’s going on?” HIs voice was concerned and I closed my eyes as I leaned my head back against the wall.

“A HYDRA agent got inside. I’m hiding for now, but he’s still here, looking for me. “

I heard shouting in the background before my husband began to speak again. “Hold on for us, doll. We’re trying to get there faster.”

A loud fist banged against the door and I let out a small whimper. “I know you’re in there, Mrs. Barnes. You might as well open up and accept your fate. I’ll even make it easier for you. Just a simple bullet to the brain. Nothing personal.”

“I love you, James.” I whispered into the phone. “Don’t go after them.”

Before he could say another word, I hung up the phone and remained silent as the man began to try to open the door. After the fourth attempt, the door came smashing down and I was face to face with my own death. He grinned at me and shook his head. “This is going to be fun.”

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Bucky’s POV

“I said PUSH IT, not go fucking slower!” My voice was almost at a yell, as I watched Tony fumbling with the controls on the plane.

“I’m trying, Snowflake, just shut up and sit down!”

“Come on, Buck.” Steve grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to sit down. My body was too tense to relax, and my hands were shaking. How could this happen? How could we not know that they were planning something like this? “Bucky, you need to relax.”

“I can’t fucking relax, not when my wife is stuck in the tower with a fucking agent who wants to kill her!” I yanked away from his grip before sitting down. “How could we not know?!”

“It’s not the time to ask questions. We just need to get there in time.”

“One minute till arrival.” Tony called from up front, and I stood up again, cocking my gun. In all 101 years of being alive, I had never once felt so damn scared. We could only hope that we got there in time.

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As soon as I entered the tower, I could hear the sound of shattering glass and grunts from only a few rooms away. My legs felt almost numb as they carried me towards the sound, terrified about what I was about to see.

A large man had Y/n pinned to the floor, straddling her body and with his hands moving to secure themselves around her throat. Her hair was soaked with blood from a large cut along her hair line, and a dark bruises shadowed around her eyes. She looked broken, clinging to her life as he began to suffocate her.

I fired a shot and it hit him in between his shoulders. He let out a loud cry and fell off of her onto the floor. While the others ran to Y/N’s side, I grabbed the man by the front of his shirt and pulled him up so our eyes were inches from each others.

“You’re a fucking dead man.” I growled. He only laughed as more blood spilled from his bullet wound.

“Not as dead as your wife is going to be.”

“We got here just in time, and I will kill as many more of HYDRA’s goons as I have to to keep her safe.”

“You didn’t.” He coughed, and blood trailed down his chin. “You didn’t get to see the knife I stuck into her. She was almost dead when you got here. I’m sure she’s passed out by now.”

Without second thought, I wrapped my metal arm around his throat and squeezed hard. A sharp snap could be heard from across the room, and his eyes rolled up to face the sky. I threw his body down, before I heard my voice being called.

“Bucky... it doesn’t look good.” Steve’s eyes were filled with sadness and I got up immediately to rush to Y/N’s side.

Her Y/E/C eyes were watery with tears of pain as I knelt down beside her. Before I could say a word, my eyes landed on her torso. A large sharp knife was embedded into her stomach, and as each second passed, more blood sept through her white t-shirt and onto the slippery floors of the living room.

“No.” I shake my head as a large lump grew in my throat. “No, this can’t be happening. Not right now, not tomorrow, not for a long time.”

“I-I’m so sorry, Bucky.” Her bloody hand grabbed onto mine, and squeezed it tightly. “I should’ve been ready. I-”

“Don’t apologize, doll.” I took her body in my arms, my heart breaking as her face twisted in pain with each movement she made. “None of this is your damn fault. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to save you.”

“You remember what I said on the phone.” She moved her hand to cup my face. “Don’t go after them. They want you. And they can’t have you. Not again.”

“They can’t get away with this.” I shake my head as I leaned into her touch and placed my hand on hers. “No fucking way.”

“We’ll be with him, Y/N.” Tony says from behind us, his own voice shaky. He looked at me and nodded. “We won’t let them take him back.”

My eyes focused back on Y/N as I could see the light slowly starting to die. My arms tightened slightly, not wanting for her to go. “Stay with me, doll.”

“Till death do us part...” Tears began to stream down her face as she whispered the words. “It’s time for me to go, Buck.”

“No. You can’t.” My voice broke as my own tears began to erupt to the surface. “It’s not time yet. We’re supposed to move out into the country, grow old together, have a family. You’re not supposed to die tonight.”

“You have no idea how much I want to stay.” A sob escaped her lips, and she sniffled before pulling my face down closer to hers. My forehead rested against hers as our eyes closed. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, doll.” I cried out softly, before I pressed my lips against hers gently. For a few moments, our lips moved in sync perfectly, just as they had days before, a sealed promise that we would be together again. But this was one that sealed a departure, one that she couldn’t come back from. And I was broken.

When I pulled back, her eyes were glazed as they stared up at me, and her mouth went slightly slack. Her hand fell from my face and I knew that my wife was gone. The one person I promised to love and protect with my life, till death due us part. I had let her down.

“No.” I whispered, before shaking her body slightly. “Please, Y/N... please wake up.”

“Bucky...” Steve’s hand clasped onto my shoulder, and I yanked away as I tried to save her, despite knowing deep down that there was nothing I could do.

“There has to be something we can do!” my voice had risen and cracked with the tears that were surfacing. “We can’t just let her slip away!”

“Bucky!” Steve knelt in front of me. “Let the doctors take her away. That’s what you can do. That’s what she would want. “

My lip trembled but I let my grip on her body loosen and her body slipped from my arms. My hands slid up to my face, covering the tears that were falling freely down my face as sobs wracked my body. Steve wrapped his arm around my shoulder and helped me to my feet slowly.

The days passed, then the funeral passed...

I did not once smile or laugh or feel anything other than the immense searing pain of loss. It was all my fault, and there was nothing that I could do. My life, my life... was gone.

But the one feeling morphed into two... when the location of a new central HYDRA base popped up onto the Avengers radar. A burning hot rage burned in my chest, and I knew that it was time. I turned to Steve. “Are you with me?”

“Till the end of the line.” He nodded, sorrow in his eyes at the remembrance of Y/N.

And with that... we went out. I knew that no matter what the outcome was, I would never be the same.

I would never be the same Bucky Barnes that Steve had in the 40s again... I would never crack jokes about Sam or make fun of that kid in the Spider suit or have playful arguments with Tony again.

The part of me that had joy...

It was all gone.

Part of me died with Y/N, and I didn’t know how I would ever get it back.

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A/N 2: Ugh, I can’t believe how sad I made this. :( So so so so sorry... But I’ll make a happy one soon, I promise! (Just like I mentioned above)

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spidermando · 6 years

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Seven Minutes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 2.3k+

Warnings: feels, swearing, major character death

A/N:So this is inspired by this wattpad book. Make sure you give it a read too (-:

Masterlist

I rubbed my cheek on my jacket, attempting to catch my tears as they trailed down my face.

“Don’t you dare touch her.” Looking up, I caught sight of Bucky. He, too, was tied to a chair, violently pulling at the restraints as he sneered at the strange man. “I’ll kill you.”

The man grinned widely at him, slowly turning and approaching me. “Oh. No no no no.” He leaned in front of me, placing his face directly next to my own. Our eyes met, mine red and puffy as I tried my best to hold back my tears, his full of joy and glee. There was something almost inhuman in there, something... completely mad. “I promise I won’t lay a hand on you, darling.”

“You better not.” Bucky sneered, still tugging on the rope trapping him on the chair.

“I don’t have to lay a hand on you....” He then pulled back, his hand coming down to rest on the waistband of his jeans. “...to kill you.”

His hand reappeared, this time grasping a gun. It was aimed directly at my chest, which continued to rise and fall rapidly.

“STOP.” Bucky yelled from across the room, desperate to protect me. “DON’T HURT HER.”

“It’s okay, Bucky.” Another tear rolled down my cheek. “It’s okay.”

BANG!

It would all be okay.

Your brain still functions for seven minutes after you die. No one really knows what happens in that seven minutes, apart from the dead, but there are rumours.

Some say that you have an out of body experience, that your spirit follows your figure to see what happens in the following minutes. Others say that it’s time to say good bye to your family and friends. However, the most heard one is that your life flashes before your eyes and then you get the chance to say goodbye.

I’d never really given much thought to those final 420 seconds, but as I lied in complete darkness, my mind wondered.

First Minute

Suddenly the darkness disappeared, replaced by a setting I knew all too well. The 1942 streets of Brooklyn. There was a figure in the distance, walking towards me. Her y/c hair was pinned back, as a dull brown hat sheltered her from the sun. My mouth hung open as she approached and I instantly recognised her. It was me from the past.

She looked up at the sound of skin connecting with skin. Furrowing her eyebrows as she looked down a well-lit alley, she had decided to check it out. I followed behind her, knowing what was about to happen.

“I could do this all day.”

She picked up the pace at the words, rounding the corner and coming face to face with the fight. A man hit another, much smaller and weaker looking, bloke. Although he wasn’t buff, his hits went straight through the blonde man’s defence. Still, the tiny man held his skinny arms up, knowing they would do nothing to protect him. He walked forward and put his fist out, only to be blocked and punched in the face. His body smashed to the ground, clashing with a metal trash can on the way.

Even though it was a memory, I still flinched at the scene.

“Hey, why don’t you go pick on someone your own size?” I sat in awe of my past self, living in a society where women were oppressed but she was still unafraid to speak up.

Past me pushed by the man, kneeling next to the now unconcise smaller male.

“Pretty girls like you should shut your mouths and f-“

He was cut off as yet again, as another man grasped his shoulder. “Hey, don’t speak to her like that.”

Ignoring the scene, past me continued to nurse the man, wiping away the blood dripping from his mouth and nose.

A few seconds later, the man she had yet to see walked over. By now she had the blonde-haired man sitting up, helping him get back on his feet.

“Thank you,” turning to the voice, she froze on the spot.

He was truly beautiful, a work of art, a blessing from god. Past me sat in awe of him, eyes trailing over him, studying his hair, his eyes, his cheekbones and his jawline. She quickly spotted the green he sported and couldn’t help but feel disappointed. He was a soldier, he was going to war and he’d probably never come home.

“I-Uh.”

He smirked as she stumbled over her words, nodding for her to continue.

Taking a second to gather herself, she powered on. “It’s okay, the guy was a complete twat.”

His smirked widened. “Please, let us take you out to thank you.”

“Sure,” she smiled as she took his offer. “Maybe I should introduce myself first, though.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” the brown-haired soldier said, this time smiling instead of smirking.

“I’m Y/N.” Lips tilted up, she put her hand out for him to shake.

He took her hand in his, giving it a firm shake. “That’s my friend Steve, and I’m James. But you can call me Bucky.”

Second Minute

The scene dropped away from me, my heart aching as I remembered the first time I laid eyes on Bucky. Before I had time to think through the memory, another scene took its place.

This time I was standing on a deck, facing a younger Bucky and I. Past me looked across the body of water, amazed by the bright lights dancing on the river. Bucky stood beside her, however he wasn’t looking at the mass of H2O. Instead his jaw was slack, his eyes filled with awe as he stared at past me.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” The words came from her mouth, referring to the scene before her.

“More beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen before.” His voice was softer than I remebered, filled with sincerity and love. Even now, it made a warm feeling pool in my stomach. How had he always had sucha big effect on me?

She turned to face him, smiling brightly as she took his hands in hers. They stood like that for a few moments, hand in hand as they looked at each other in complete awe. Slowly and overtime, they both leaned in.

Eventually, they were so close that their breath mixed.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” Bucky asked gently, squeezing her hands softly.

“Y-Yes.”

With that one word, Bucky moved forward and connected their lips. It was a short, sweet, chaste kiss. But to the both of them, it meant the world.

Third Minute

I merely blinked my eyes, and then the scene was gone. I was sitting in darkness once again, when an image appeared to my right. Heading towards it, it was merely seconds before I stepped inside the memory.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?”

Past me and Bucky stood at the dock now, and I instantly knew the memory. How could I not?

“Y/n?” Her head hung low, avoiding his gaze. When she didn’t respond, he gently cupped her chin and lifted her eyes to his. His breath caught as he saw the tear trailing down her cheek.

“I-I don’t want you to leave.” Her statement was breathy, filled with sorrow and pain.

He too, looked like he was in pain. “I don’t want to leave either.”

More tears fell from her eyes, sliding down her cheek.

“Then just stay here, with me.”

Bucky gave her a sad smile, using his thumb to wipe away the tears. “You know I can’t do that.”

She nodded in response, knowing that the war was waiting and that they needed him.

He brought his spare hand to her waist, bringing her closer and kissing her gently before pulling away. “I love you.”

Her breath caught at his words, words he’d never said to her before.

“I love you too.”

He smiled widely, giddy that they had mutual feelings. “Take care of Steve, okay?”

“Always.”

The time came that he had to leave, giving her one final hug, he turned around to leave.

“Bucky?” She raised her voice slightly, making sure he could hear.

He turned back to her. “Yeas, my love?”

“Come home?” Her voice was small now.

“Always.”

Fourth minute

My heart swelled at the scene. Even though it was sad, it was also a moment of joy. The moment we both said we loved each other. The moment that the relationship felt secure.

The scene slipped away once again, instantly replaced by another.

I saw the younger me sitting on her bed, reading the newspaper from that day. My heart dropped as I saw the date, knowing exactly what this memory was.

There was a knock at the door as she flipped the page and welcomed them in. Steve slid into the room, shoulder drooping and his eyes surrounded by bags with his mouth set in a deep frown. She read the end of the article, clearly before looking up at her upset friend. Her eyebrows furrowed for a second, before her face dropped too.

“No.”

“I’m sorry y/n, I tr-“ She cut Steve off, her voice filled with denial and pain.

“No, no. you’re lying.”

Steve slowly approached the bed, “I wish I was…”

“This can’t be real, it has to be fake.” Tears were already falling down her face, jumping from her bed, she couldn’t help but fall to her knees, slowly collapsing into herself.

“It’s not, Buck-“

“He can’t be d-dead.” She choked on the word, struggling to get it out.

“I’m sorry.”

A gut-wrenching sob escaped her throat, so loud and so filled with pain I had to block my ears.

Fifth minute

I didn’t notice as the scene disappeared, too busy leaning over and trying to ignore the hurt I felt. It took a while for me to regain my breath, pushing the heart break deep beneath. It happened so long ago, but the wound felt fresh. It would always feel fresh.

When I did open my eyes, I instantly noticed the scene shift. We were no longer in the 20th century, but the 21st.

Looking around, my eyes landed on the past me. She wasn’t so young anymore, more like me now then me during the war.

She was sitting on the couch, tapping away on an iPad supplied to her by Tony. The elevator door opened, but she was so absorbed in the game that she paid no attention.

A few people entered the shared space, one sucking a breath in at the sight.

“Y-/n?”

Her head snapped up, as she instantly recognised the voice. How could she ever forget it when it so easily plagued her dreams? “Bucky?”

Everything happened so quickly, one second they were on the other side of the room and the next they were intertwined, their lips on each others as they pulled the other closer. Steve coughed awkwardly, before disappearing into a doorway.

“You came back.” Sure, it was an odd thing to say, but neither had seen the other in decades.

“For you,” he tugged her even closer. “Always.”

Sixth minute

A large smile planted on my face as the memory faded away, a completely different mood then the one before it.

The next memory slowly appeared, taking its time.

When it finally appeared, I saw the me from only a few months ago. A smile lingered on her face, as she looked across the table at her lover, Bucky. Their hands were intertwined on the surface, pizza sticks sitting in the middle.

“I told Nat it wasn’t a good idea, but she seemed to think it was.” She shrugged, as Bucky laughed from across the table. She continued to tell the story, as I walked over to the table. I wanted to see this moment up close.

“Are you alright Buck?” Her voice was softer than before, as she squeezed his hands. “You’ve been acting strange.”

He looked back up at her, squeezing her hand with his flesh one. “Sorry, doll. I’m fine, just a bit nervous.”

“What are you nervous about?” She responded, truly concerned.

“This.” He then stood up, stepping next his chair and pushing it in. Taking a deep breath, he then got to one knee.

“On my god.” She murmured to herself, so low that he didn’t even hear.

“Y/n l/n, wow. Where do I even start?” He chuckled gently, so did she. “We’ve been together since the 1940’s and look where we are now. 2018.” She smiled, encouraging him to continue. “I’ve been in love you from the second I saw you and just knew that one day I wanted to marry you.” He took another deep breath. “So, I’ll keep it nice and simple. Will you marry me?”

She had tears in the corners of her eyes, causing her to blink in an attempt to keep them at bay. It didn’t work.

“Yes of course I will.”

She then jumped out of her seat, throwing herself into his arms. They hadn’t noticed, but a crowd had gathered around. They clapped with cheer, happy for the ‘young’ couple.

“Always?” He whispered into her ear, wrapping his arms around her.

“Always.”

Seventh minute

The scene dropped away, just alike the others. And what appeared was something I never thought I’d see.

Past, well more like me a few minutes ago, me sat tied to a chair. Bucky sat across from me, a look of pure terror on his face.

“I don’t have to lay a hand on you.“

I walked across the room to Bucky, standing in front of him with open arms. Wrapping him in a hug, and although he couldn’t feel it, I think it might’ve put him at ease.

“To kill you.”

“Bucky, I love you. Alw-“

BANG!

Seven minutes, it’s a lot of time. But it’s not enough.

You only have seven minutes to say goodbye and mine are up. But I couldn’t find it in me to be upset.

I’ve lived a good, long life, with Bucky by my side. And there’s nothing more I could ever ask for.

Always.

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