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vbecker10 · 2 years

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I have carefully contemplated about the requests I wish to submit and have come up with two. I shall submit them separately for ease. Here are the details:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader.

Scene: Post Wakanda rehab. To start working with the Avengers he needs to go through some skills and drills training and is assigned to one of the best, Y/N.

Request: Bucky, who is normally the one chased by the ladies, find himself in a very odd situation. He has a crush on Y/N and is now the chaser. Could you please write about the first date and how he finally wooed her? (You can add details about the build up to him finally asking her out and what not if you like.

@soubi001 I'm so excited to finally get to this one!! I hope you like it 💚💚

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Back to Basics (Part 1 of 3)

(Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky x female reader (Bucky POV)

Warnings: none, fluff, touch of self doubt, clumsiness, being super awkward

Summary: Bucky has been invited to join the Avengers but he's disappointed when his first assignment is to take a skills assessment course. He quickly changes his mind when he meets the head trainer, Y/N. Bucky's growing crush on her causes him to be distracted during the evaluations and have several mishaps in the gym. After his third day of the assessment, Bucky begins to think it might be better if he just disappeared before he causes anymore damage but Sam has other plans.

A/N: idk why but I really felt like this just leaned towards Bucky being a bit awkward and I ran with it lol, I hope that's OK

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(BUCKY POV)

You follow Steve and Sam down the long hallway towards the main gym. You've been gone just over a year and as much as you liked the calm of Wakanda and couldn't be more thankful for everyone's help, you were glad to be back home. As soon as you were free from Hydra's mind control, Steve and Tony asked you to come back and join the Avengers. You were really looking forward to being part of the team and doing some good for once.

"What are we doing down here? I thought you said you were giving me my first assignment," you ask Steve when you reach the door to the gym. You had been back at the Tower for three long, boring weeks. Your days were spent filling out paperwork, talking to your new therapist and working out. You were ready to get back into the field not spend more time in the gym.

"This is your first assignment," he answers. Sam opens the door and you walk in after both of them.

"What are you talking about?" you ask again, feeling a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

"You have to take the skills assessment course," Steve tells you matter of factly.

You look at him shocked, "Seriously? You do know I'm a super soldier right?"

Sam laughs, "Then you shouldn't have any problems with it old man."

You roll your eyes at Sam and Steve shrugs, "All new members have to go through the skills assessment. It's to evaluate you and see if improvements can be made. It also helps us figure out your strengths and weaknesses so we can decide who to send on which missions. It's just protocol Buck."

You groan and know it's no use to argue with him. Steve has no problems bending or breaking the rules when he thinks they are unjust but this doesn't seem to be one of those times. You cross your arms and say, "Just tell me Sam's not in charge of this."

"No, of course not. The head trainer is, you might have seen her around but I'm not sure if you've met her formally yet. She should be here any minute," Steve checks his watch and the door opens a moment later. "Oh, here she is," he says and you look up.

You can feel your heart stop for a second as you recognize the woman walking into the gym. The first time you saw her was a few days after you moved into the Tower, you had accidentally bumped into her as you were leaving for your run in the morning. You apologized for spilling her coffee and offered to take her to the Cafe for a new one but she declined. She told you not to worry since she was late for work, leaving you on the sidewalk as you watched her disappear into the building. Every morning after that, you timed your run so you would jog past her on your way to the park. She always smiled at you, coffee in hand, as you approached her and you always wanted to stop and talk to her but you never did.

She smiles warmly at all three of you then gives Steve and Sam hugs. You can't help but feel a bit jealous and look down, hoping no one notices.

"Hi, James. Oh, I guess you prefer Bucky right? I'm Y/N," she says, holding out her hand for you to shake it.

You clear your throat and smile. "Right, Bucky. Nice to meet you Y/N," you say as you shake her hand.

"Are you going to let go of her any time soon? We've all got other things to do today," Sam says and you realize you've been shaking her hand for way too long. You open your hand to release her and she giggles.

"That's quiet a firm handshake, Bucky," she jokes as she wiggles her fingers.

You laugh nervously. "You think that's hard, you should feel the metal one," and as soon as you say it you wish you hadn't. What the hell was that, you think to yourself but thankfully she laughs.

"Yea... well as much fun as this... isn't," Sam says, "I think we should head out." He pats Steve's shoulder and motions towards the door.

Steve nods, "Sam's right, don't want to be late for our briefing. Have fun you two."

They both leave and the gym is filled with an awkward silence for a moment until Y/N says, "Alright super soldier, let's see what you've got." She brings you over to the treadmills and says, "I know you already went on your run this morning, think you can handle this?"

You smile, feeling sure of yourself, "It was only ten miles, a few more won't be a problem."

"Great," she answers. Then you watch Y/N turn on several monitors next to the first treadmill while she asks, "Can you take off your shirt?"

You stand behind her a bit confused but who are you to say no to a request like that from her. "Sure," you answer as you pull your t-shirt off and hang it over the railing on the treadmill.

Y/N turns around and stares at you, her mouth hanging slightly open and you smile at the reaction. She clears her throat and picks up a few electrodes, "I umm... I need to put these on you to check your heartrate and breathing." You stand still, letting her place them on your chest and notice she is doing her best to look anywhere but up at you. When she's finished, she turns away quickly and says, "You can put your shirt back on."

You don't say anything as you put it back on while she stares at the monitors and makes a few notes on her tablet. You get on the treadmill then she leans over the rail and pushes a few buttons, turning it on for you.

The belt begins to move slowly and you walk at a leisurely pace. After about five minutes, Y/N reaches over and pushes the arrow a few more times, making more notes as you start to jog. You glance over at her and see her running the end of pen from her tablet gently over her lips as she watches you. She blushes when your eyes meet and she puts the pen in her other hand quickly before adjusting the speed again. Every fifteen minutes, she increases the speed by 5mph or 10mph and makes several notes each time, making sure she checks the monitors as well.

You start to run faster as the speed increases to 20mph. You steal another look over at Y/N as she tucks her hair behind her ear. "How's that feel?" she asks, and for a moment all you can think about it how soft her hair must feel but you know that wasn't the question.

"Relaxing, when are you going to make it a challenge?" you joke. The pace is very close to the one you typically set for yourself when you run through the park every morning.

"We're getting there soldier," she says with a smile as she sets the treadmill to 25mph then 30mph.

You push harder and begin to realize you're getting near your limit. The fastest you've ever tracked yourself was 36mph but that was only for a short distance and you hadn't spent the morning running first. You can feel your leg and arm muscles becoming strained under the constant testing. You run your hand through your hair then wipe away some sweat that is beading on your forehead.

A few minutes later she asks, "Wanna try to raise it a bit more?"

Every muscle in your body says no but you hear yourself say, "Go for it, doll."

With that, Y/N increases the speed to 35mph and you push yourself even harder. Your feet hit the treadmill hard and you pump your arms quickly. You can feel the sweat rolling down your chest and back but you don't quit. You stare straight ahead of you and continue to run full speed when you hear Y/N ask, "Still doing ok, Bucky?"

"Never better," you answer, trying to sound like you aren't breathing hard even though you know she is monitoring you. You look over at her and smile to prove your point and when she smiles back you feel your foot catch on the belt for just a moment too long.

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(Later that day)

"I can't believe you actually tripped and fell off the treadmill," Sam laughs as he sits next to you at the kitchen island.

You groan loudly and put your head down on the countertop, closing your eyes. You've spent the last few hours trying not to relive your morning over and over.

"I can't believe you broke the treadmill," Steve says in a much more serious tone.

"I didn't do it on purpose," you say quietly without looking up.

"Well... I for one am excited to see what you break tomorrow," Sam jokes and you lift your head slowly.

"What?" you ask him.

"When you go back, you know, for the rest of the assessment," he says and your eyes widen.

"Buck, it's a five day course, didn't Y/N explain that to you?" Steve asks.

You shake your head, "No... after I pulled one of the handrails off and the tore a slit in the belt with this," you wave your metal fingers, "She just told me to leave the gym."

Sam tries not to laugh again but Steve doesn't pay attention to him. "I'll talk to her after my next meeting," he tells you.

Just as you are about the get up and hide in your room for the rest of the day, Thor and Loki walk into the kitchen. The fact that they are both laughing strikes you as odd. You've never seen the two gods getting along before but then you see they are both watching something on Loki's tablet.

"You guys watching the video?" Sam asks and Thor nods. You bumped into Nat and Clint on your way up from the gym and they showed you the video. Apparently the assessment was being recorded for training purposes and Tony had 'accidentally' emailed the video to the whole team.

"My brother and I have discovered that it is actually much more entertaining if you watch it at different speeds," Thor says with a wide smile. "I prefer it at two times the normal speed," he laughs and Sam agrees.

"I think half speed is my favorite actually. You can see in your eyes the exact moment you realize you are going to fall and there is nothing you can do to stop it," Loki adds with a grin.

"Hey, good news though," Sam says, pointing to your face, "At least you don't look any worse than you usually do. How did you manage to not break your face?"

"That is an excellent point," Thor says. "I was sure you would have a bruised eye or bloodied nose at the very least."

Loki shrugs, "When you slow it down enough," he turns the tablet towards you and Sam, "You can see Barnes manages to get his hand down just in time to stop his face from hitting the still moving belt."

"Lucky me," you mumble and head out of the kitchen.

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(BUCKY POV - The next morning)

You take a deep breath and open the door to the gym. Y/N is sitting cross legged on the floor, leaning against a column in the middle of the empty gym. "Hi," you say and for some reason you wave even though she is reading.

She looks up from her book and smiles. "Hi Bucky," she responds cheerfully as she gets up. You sigh, letting out the breath you were holding when she smiles at you. You had been so worried she would be upset about what had happened yesterday.

"So... I was thinking we should stay away from anything expensive today," she jokes and you follow her to the back of the gym.

"I've got a good old fashioned punching bag for you," she points to the large bag hanging from the ceiling beam. She explains how the cameras will capture your movements so they can be analyzed afterwards while you wrap up your hands.

You start off slowly, focusing on technique and form rather than pure strength. You move around a bit, getting into a rhythm as you punch the bag, alternating hands. You can feel Y/N watching you but she remains silent, taking notes occasionally.

A few minutes in, you hear the door open and she tells you she will be right back. You watch from the corner of your eye as she gives the young agent a hug. Why did it seem like she gave the perfect hug, and would she ever hug you like that, you wondered as you hit the bag slightly harder. He says something you can't hear but the sound of her laughter fills the gym and you hit the bag again. She crosses her arms around herself as they continue to talk and you continue to hit the bag, alternating hands as you put more force into each strike. Again, he says something that makes her laugh and she hits his arm hard but playfully.

You hit the bag with your metal hand and suddenly realize you've made a huge mistake. The punching bag tears open and sand sprays across the back of the gym.

Y/N and the agent stop laughing abruptly and turn to look at you in shock. The empty bag swings from the ceiling, the chain squeaking is the only sound in the gym.

"Good luck, Y/N" the agent says as he slips out the door.

"So... that happened," Y/N laughs as she walks towards you slowly. You look down, kicking at the sand gently.

"Apparently," you answer, still not making eye contact with her. How could you have been this stupid, she specifically gave this to you so you wouldn't mess up or destroy another piece of equipment and you still did.

The door opens again and the agent looked his head inside. "I forgot, my mom wanted to to ask if you were coming to dinner on Sunday. She said your parents are going to be there," he says, barely stepping inside.

"Oh, uh... yea. Tell her I'll be there," she answers and he shuts the door. She looks up at you and almost as if she was reading your mind says, "That's my cousin, Tyler. It's our grandmother's birthday this weekend."

You nod and realize you might be even more of an idiot than you originally thought you were. Standing in silence, there is suddenly another tearing sound as what is left of the bag falls onto the ground and you sigh.

She puts her hands on her hips and looks around for a moment then says, "I guess I'll get you a broom and we'll call it a day I think."

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spectorsdove · 2 years

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𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐀/𝐍: Hi dearies! How are you all? I was craving some Bucky Barnes. Hope you're all ok!

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Bucky Barnes x Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5236

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: Angst/Smut

𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜. 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ minors DNI, reference to mental illness, reference to abusive relationships, violence, gore, praise, p in v sex, protected sex, hand job, blow job, slight fingering.

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 @firefly-graphics

The sound of my fists meeting the worn canvas of the bag echoed as I trained. Being a SHIELD agent was never easy, romance never having place in this sort of job. But not just romantic love, any sort of love in general.

The training doors creaked, the soft padding towards me as I refocused my attention. But I knew why he was here. But that didn’t mean I had to welcome him with open arms.

“Here to give me a ‘I’m sorry for your loss speech’?” I huffed, kicking the bag with a renewed vigor.

He remained silent, his piercing even though I refused to meet them.

“I’d think you wouldn’t want to hear anything I have to say,” Bucky responded. My eyes flittered to him for a fraction of a second. A dark Henley covered his muscular torso while a matching pair of pants fitted his legs, his arms folded across that wide chest of his. He held a tablet in one hand, no doubt my vitals.

“Didn’t think you could use one old man,” I scoffed, motioning to the tablet, returning my attention to the bag. Knuckles sore and chest heaving, I closed my eyes- his last few moments replaying in my head.

I saw a tip to scope the old library, a sort of threat. I hadn’t been out in ages, well without Sam or Bucky but I couldn’t wait for them.

I treaded through the shelves, my hair tucked in a baseball hat and my fists in my jacket pockets. There were no signs of disturbances and yet, a disturbance was supposedly there.

Peering loosely at the shelves, I heard a familiar laugh, my ego just stinging a bit more as I turned. It had been almost two years but who would ever forget your best friend?

Or more accurately, your best friend and your ex-boyfriend.

He grinned at her, his eyes closing as he kissed her. I exhaled quietly, my former friend and lover shoulder to shoulder as their engagement bands twinkled. He’d never loved me; I’d come to realise. I remembered our last argument- well more so confrontation as both defended why they snuck behind my back.

It didn’t matter now, but it stung then, despite their words replaying so often.

Jaw clenching, I looked away, my eyes catching on a smear of red paint across the dark shelves. An impending dread filled me, my fingers wrapping around the holster of my gun. The hushed whispers of readers were drowned by the blaring of blood in my ears as I followed the red paint trail.

It was a peculiar shade- the paint. Not to bright but quite dark, somewhat like blood.

Gritting my teeth, I punched with a renewed vigor, sweating pouring into my eyes.

I heard her laugh- some joke he made, but I was far too concerned with the way the trail began to dwindle. Gentle hues of gold light illuminated the otherwise dim library, the mellow sounds of hushed whispers contrasting gently with the pouring of the rain outside. The glass ceiling showed the cloudy moon, nightfall now settling in.

Gun pointed outwards, they laughed again, but I heard the faint beeping.

“I’m not going to apologise for what I did,” Bucky spat, his hand tightening on the tablet.

I punched harder, throwing a kick or two into the mix.

“Here to gloat then? Scold me for not waiting?” I jeered as I gasped.

My eyes narrowed at the mass of red paint followed by the sharp metallic scent and soft beeping that emanated from the shelf. Cursing, I wondered how long I’d have gone without realizing it was blood.

“You weren’t supposed to be back on the field,” Bucky hissed, “even your vitals show-,”

“Then what use am I to this team?” I stared at him, “You don’t let me on the field, I don’t get to work in the lab, I don’t get to train. Tell me, how does that make me a valuable member of this team?”

He cursed silently.

Tucking my gun in the waist of my pants, I grabbed the books and began to toss them off the shelf. My vision began to spot in rhythm with my heart. A loud roar followed by a kick to my side sent me sprawling as the threat found me.

“I did what was right,” he insisted, “I saved your life.”

Screams filled the library, everyone racing to the exit. Racing to my feet, I grabbed the knife under my sleeve and got to work. Soon the wooden floors were covered in blood, but as my attacker fell, another took their place.

People wailed in protest, the doors refusing to open.

Ambush.

“I didn’t ask you to save me,” I retorted, returning my attention to the bag.

A chill began to settle in the base of my spine, my mind moving faster than I could think. Grunts of pain echoed through the library, almost masking the sound of fright by the civilians.

I was outnumbered. But the sound of glass shattering, followed by the sprinkle of rain against my face made my chest pound.

Sam dove into the library, throwing his shield at the door. Bucky approached me, snapping the neck of the attacker before me.

“What did-,”

“Now is not the time Bucky,” I growled, turning my attention back to the beeping.

Sam fought off the rest of the ambush, Bucky’s baby blues peering at me.

“Go help him, I can do this,” I shouted over the screaming and gunshots.

“There’s a reason you weren’t allowed on the field,” he said, “you can’t just do what you want.”

I aimed another punch at the bag.

“Are you even listening to me?” Bucky gritted, his fingers wrapping around my arm. Turning to him, my teeth grinded as I shoved him against the punching bag.

A wave of relief washed over me as I heard the creaking of the door. Yanking more books from the shelf, I finally found the explosive. I pulled apart the cover, searching for the detonator- something- anything to disarm it. There were no wires, no timer, no anything. I turned to him; his attention already glued to me.

“Just get them out,” I cried over the jumble of disharmony.

“No, I’m not leaving your side,” he insisted.

“Just help them,” I hissed, “I can do this.”

Bucky twisted, shoving me against the punching bag- his fingers around my throat. The tablet clattered to the concrete floor, a soft oof exhaling from his lips as I kicked him away.

“You should have listened to me,” I hissed, an impending sense of dread filling me. I aimed another kick at his head, but he blocked me easily.

“And watch you die?” Bucky grabbed me; my back pressed against his front. Hands wrapped around my body- trapping my arms- I groaned. Hooking his foot with mine, I brought us crashing to the hard floor.

I didn’t wait to see if he’d left, but I knew I had to do something. Wetting my lips slightly, I touched the bomb slightly, the beeping speeding up. I found the wires, the assortment staring right back at me. Suppressing a breath, I snapped the blue wire, the beeping coming to a halt.

I turned to face Bucky, my eyes briefly catching my former best friend and lover. My name began to form on his lips, but I never saw it finish as my body went weightless, the scent of sweat and soap clogging my senses. Body wrapped by his, we plunged into the cold of the river, the deafening bang of the bomb rattling my teeth even as Bucky held me underwater.

“That’s not your choice to make,” I growled, kicking at him.

Grabbing my ankle, he flipped my body, my vision spotting as he pinned me to the rough ground beneath us. His blue eyes were tinged red, his jaw clenching as he pressed his toned body onto mine.

“I’m not going to watch you die,” he insisted, “you are reckless and have done nothing but put yourself at death’s door. Tonight, would not have happened if you just stayed put.”

His breath smelt of cheap liquor, his eyes trained on me the way a predator intimidates his prey.

“If I had to pick between watching two people who hurt you die, or you die- I would pick them every fucking time,” Bucky growled.

“You could have saved them, you could-,”

“Stop,” he ordered, his grip tightening around my pinned arms.

Bucky leaned down to my face, his eyes flittering to my lips.

“We could have saved them,” I insisted, hearing the waver in my voice.

A loose tear trailed down my cheek, my vision now blurring with tears. Bucky had never seen me cry, no one in SHIELD had. SHIELD was my home since I could remember. I was okay, I don’t know why the sudden prevention from me performing in the field became an issue.

“There was nothing wrong with me,” I hardened my eyes as I met his fiery gaze, “Nothing has been wrong with me for months. Its just you that’s become worried about me. What are you afraid of? Losing your only pal?”

I regretted it instantly, his eyes darkening and narrowing at my taunt. Bucky leaned impossibly closer, his nose brushing mine. My throat dried, his lips mere centimeters from mine. A flutter erupted in my stomach, amongst the pain and urge to scream. I was certain he could feel my heartbeat if not hear it.

“The only reason that they’re dead is because of you,” he hissed, his eyes unforgiving, “that tip was for Sam and I. You’re not allowed on the field because you don’t give a shit about yourself, and you don’t mind hurting everyone just so that you stop hurting.”

A pressure formed in the base of my throat, my brain struggling to function.

“I love you,” Bucky growled, his eyes dark, “I’ve loved you for months now. You don’t care about me, fine. You don’t love anymore, fine. But I’m not going to pretend I don’t care about you or watch you throw yourself into danger all because you can’t see past what two people said.”

I stared at his plush lips, my heart reeling at his confession. Bucky sat up, his weight pinning me to the cold floor. Standing, he looked down at me, his jaw tensing while his hands curled into fists.

“You can hate me all you want, but you’re not fit to be on that field and tonight proved it,” he hissed, “do whatever the fuck you want Y/L/N, I’m done trying.”

Bucky kicked the tablet towards me, my jaw clenching as I stared at my diagnosis. He gave me one last cold stare before turning on his heels and slamming the doors behind him.

I thumbed the last of the frosting from the cupcake, licking the sweet chocolate off my finger. It had been almost a year since I’d left SHIELD, and well I suppose you could say my life’s been better.

The soft aroma of jasmine perfumed the air, the sound of my kettle whistling interrupting the morning silence. That morning after Bucky and I’d spoken, I left. I didn’t bother with any of my things. Didn’t bother to say goodbye. My pride was hurt, but my heart ached even more.

It was difficult to accept that I’d become unwell. But I’d been seeing a psychiatrist for almost ten months so maybe that was good.

Blowing the tea gently, my eyes flittered over the papers. Sam and Bucky seemed to almost always be in the headlines- doing good.

I missed them. I missed my family.

It was difficult leaving the only home I knew, but Bucky had been right.

I think I missed him the most. I suppose even under all my layers of hate and anger, I longed for him.

Finishing my tea, I dropped the cup in the sink, grabbing my coat and mittens. I stepped outside my flat, my eyes shutting for the briefest second. Tucking my hands in my coat, I walked the streets of London.

My hand grazed the brass doorknob, jaw clenching as my door swayed gently. I’d been out for most of the day, running errands, buying books, sipping coffee, sampling pastries- the works. Sighing, I opened my door, the room dark. Turning the light on, I set my bags on the counter, my back to the kitchen island.

“How’d you find me?” I asked gently, my heart thundering with a mixture of panic and excitement.

“I know the guy who owns these flats,” Sam grinned. I turned to face him, a small smile forming on my face. My eyes searched for another person, but it seemed like Sam was here alone. Walking towards him, he gave me one of the warmest bear hugs I’d had in a while. Pulling away, I motioned towards the groceries.

“Let me make you dinner?”

Sam sat on the accent chair; disappointment written on his face.

“What do you mean you can’t come back?” he asked for the millionth time.

I sighed.

“You were one of the best scientists there,” he said, “and you were great on the field too, but we need your skills.”

“What about the others in the lab?” I asked, genuinely curious, “can’t they help?”

Sam shook his head, “No one has much experience as you do with like monster and aliens and stuff. You’re practically an avenger man.”

I almost smiled.

“Look, you’re still technically a SHIELD agent,” Sam continued, “they can still call on you since you left. Besides, it’s not the same with you gone.”

How’s he doing? Has he moved on with someone else?

I mentally cleared the thought from my head. Exhaling slightly, I stared at Sam. He grinned, causing me to roll my eyes.

“When do we leave?” I grumbled.

“Right now,” he said as he stood.

I stood abruptly, motioning to my flat, “What about my flat? Or my stuff?”

He stuffed the remainder of the croissant in his mouth.

“They have your stuff.”

I nodded, my nerves overcoming me. It wasn’t just the anticipation of seeing him, it was the job to.

I could do this, I’m better, I’m more fit, I’m more aware, I can do this.

Maria stood at the entrance; her hands folded but a smile covering her face.

“Welcome back Agent,” she nodded, handing me a file.

We wasted no time, heading to the lab straight away. Well, more like I forced her to take me to the lab. I did not want to see anyone.

The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the air, the whirring of machinery in the background. It was a bit more complex than expected but I got the job done. A few new faces gathered behind the glass screen while I worked, constantly trying to keep calm.

It had been almost seven hours now, the tests and trial finishing up.

I let out a sharp exhale, the back of my neck cramping. Looking up, I spotted Sam waving to me. I made sure one of the interns delivered the report to Maria while Sam motioned to someone.

“I know there’s someone excited to see you again,” he grinned. My heart pounded with anticipation, my head becoming foggy with excitement.

My heart jittered to a stop, a face I barely remembered greeting me. I tried my best to remember but luckily Sam noticed I was tired. He led me back to the quinjet, my eyes focused ahead. As I ascended the jet, I looked at him.

“Where’s Bucky?” I finally asked, my heart thundering as I awaited his response.

He shrugged.

“Probably out with the girl he’s been seeing,” Sam responded.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, nodding. Hugging Sam goodbye and promising to visit, I felt a tiny stab of pain in the base of my heart.

I regretted everything I’d said and the way I left that night.

I remembered crying the minute he left the training room. He was wrong in a way, but he didn’t deserve the way I treated him. Bucky’s confession sat heavily in my heart- I hadn’t stopped thinking about it since.

But that was in the past, and he moved on and I am too.

The ride back to London was uneventful to say the least. I don’t even know if I was allowed to leave, Sam just helped me.

Sighing, the soft morning sun glistened against the dew drops that covered the flower petals. Unlocking the door to my flat, I exhaled heavily, locking the door straight away.

“I didn’t know you liked waffles,” Bucky murmured, my keys slipping from my grip.

I faced him, my eyes searching his face- for what I don’t know. He wore a black t-shirt, matching his pants obviously. His jacket was slung on my table, two steaming cups sitting on coasters. An array of berries and waffles laid messily but sweetly on tablemats, but my attention was to him.

“I prefer the ones with blueberries,” I responded, keeping my voice as monotone as possible.

He stood, baby blues drinking in my appearance. I hadn’t changed much since we last saw each other. Maybe I’d gained some weight and wore my glasses all the time instead of contacts. And maybe I let my hair grow. But why did that matter? I’d hurt him. And he’s happy now.

“How did you find me?” I asked, something fiery igniting within me.

Bucky shrugged, his eyes not leaving me. He walked towards me, myself stepping back. My back met the cool surface of the door as he stood before me. He smelt of soap, coffee and something distinctly him.

“Why’d you leave?” Bucky croaked, his body mere inches from mine.

I was unable to meet his gaze, and yet I forced myself any way.

“Y/N,” he sighed, a finger hooking under my chin. Sparks shot from where he touched me, my eyes flittering from his to his lips. “I never meant to hurt you,” he continued, “I just-,”

“I love you,” I blurted, my eyes tearing up.

He fell silent, his eyebrows scrunching together.

“What?”

I swallowed hard; his hand that held my face now fallen to his side.

“You were right,” I exhaled shakily, “I wasn’t well. I’d been reckless and I’d been awful to you. I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve any of it.”

“I guess I was afraid I’d lost you too that night,” I stared at him, “I know it was all my fault, and- and I’ve been trying to get better. I just- I was so angry, with everything and everyone. You were right, I was awful, and I didn’t care. I’m so incredibly sorry and it probably doesn’t mean anything now, but I-,”

His lips were pressed on mine before I could finish my sentence. One hand cupping my face, he pulled away slowly, stroking away the tears that were streaming down my face.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his eyes searching mine.

I swallowed my fear.

“I love you Bucky,” I whispered.

He exhaled shakily, his eyes red.

“I’m sorry too,” he said, “I shouldn’t have lied to you, or- or kept you from doing what you love.”

I stared at him.

“I love you,” he continued, “I missed you so much.”

As the words left his mouth, he pressed his lips to mine in what I could only describe as the most passionate kiss I’d ever experienced. Hands snaking up his back, he licked his way into my mouth, a soft moan being drowned in the endless kisses.

Pulling away, my chest heaved, his eyes searching for what he did wrong. Hand resting on his chest, I panted, catching my breath.

“Sam,” I inhaled, “Sam mentioned that you were seeing someone, I-,”

Bucky hooked his hands under my thighs, lifting me against the door as I squealed.

“The only girl I want to be seeing right now is you,” he looked down, “that is if you do me the honour of letting me be your boyfriend.”

It was my turn to kiss him, my hands fisting his hair as he moaned into my mouth. It was like a surge of energy somehow made its way through my body. It was an immeasurable quantum that made my insides muddled and alive all at once.

Bucky tightened his grip on me, walking towards my bedroom. I hadn’t any doubt that he searched the flat before I got here, but all I could think about was the way his tongue traced mine perfectly.

Laying me on the bed, I whimpered in protest as he pulled away. Bucky grinned, tearing his shirt off, his well-defined torso more muscular than I remembered. His hands reached for my pants, and he tore it in two as I yelped. Reaching for me, he removed my hoodie and stared hungrily at my matching set.

Eyes fixated on his, I unzipped his pants slowly, pushing it down his legs. I stood before him; his eyes glued to mine as he devoured my surprised yelp with a searing kiss. Picking me up once more, he dropped me on the bed, his body between my thighs.

“Can I take these off?” he asked gently, motioning to my bra.

I sat up, unclasping and tossing my bra to some part of my room. My entire body felt overly hot as Bucky stared at me, his baby blues hidden in the sea of lust.

“You’re beautiful Doll,” he exhaled.

His hands fondled my breasts while I pulled him down for a kiss. Bucky trailed a series of love bites down the column of my throat, biting a sensitive spot right at the base of my neck. His warm tongue laved over my peaked nipples, swirling and suckling harshly.

It had been years but being with Bucky Barnes was not something that could be compared.

I cried out for him, my hands pulling him up so I could kiss him. He peered up at me, his body hovering over mine.

Flipping him onto his back, he stared at me in shock as I straddled him. I pressed a bruising kiss to his lips, his groans swallowed. Grinding my hips slowly against him, I felt his hard cock imprinted at the side of my thigh.

I swallowed nervously. He was not my first lover, but he was no doubt big.

Kissing down his neck, I sucked bruises into his skin as I trailed my way to his boxers. Bucky’s skin was beyond warm and soft beneath me. He peered at me as I kissed the V-line of his abs.

“Doll what are you-,”

“I want a taste,” I exhaled, pulling his boxers down.

Tinged red and head leaking with precum, his cock hit the base of his tummy as I flung his boxers off. He was huge, and so impossibly thick. Sinking lower down the bed, I pressed kisses between his thighs before licking the precum off his tip.

“Gods,” he moaned, his flesh hand fisting my hair into a ponytail.

Trailing kisses down the underside of his cock, I felt his vein throb at my touch, his chest heaving as I reached his balls.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” Bucky choked out, his metal arm grappling with the bed frame as I licked back up his cock.

He was so responsive, his soft groans filling the air. Suckling his head, I swallowed the length of him, and he moaned. Bucky’s grip tightened on my hair as I bobbed my head up and down, gagging as I pleasured him.

“That’s it,” he crooned, “good fucking girl.”

Oh Gods. My panties clung to me, his praise going straight to my cunt.

Gagging around his cock, my eyes began to water, his hand pushing me down further. Even as I gagged, I couldn’t take the length of him. I pumped the rest of him with one hand while I fondled his balls with the other, sucking his cock with everything I had.

“Look at you huh,” he moaned, “Oh Gods.”

Bucky twitched inside me, his eyes rolling back as his legs shook from pleasure. Shouting loudly, he pushed my head down the length of his cock, releasing his cum down my throat. Pulling off his length, I jerked him off as he kept cumming, swallowing what he gave me. Groaning beneath me, I caught my breath as I squeezed the base of his cock.

Eyes lidded and chest heaving, he stared at me, his throat bobbing as I licked the cum that coated the lower portion of my face.

“C’mere Doll,” Bucky moaned. Snaking up to him, he kissed me languidly, not even caring for the taste of himself. Pushing me up his body, I sat on his abs, my cunt slick as I sat on his abs.

“M’gonna ride your abs Sergeant,” I moaned, the hard ridges of his muscles sending tingles up my spine.

Nodding breathlessly, he grabbed my underwear and tore it straight off my body. Frowning slightly, he chuckled.

“I’ll buy you a new pair Doll,” he smiled, “I’ll buy you all the pairs you want.”

I nodded, my cunt already rocking on his abs.

It was euphoric, my own personal opiate. The hard ridges off his abs caught all the sensitive parts of my cunt just right as I rode my lover.

“My pretty girl,” Bucky exhaled, his metal arm resting on my waist as I rode him, “doing so good for me baby.”

I mewled under his praise, my toes curling as his flesh hand returned to fondle my breasts. My hips were rocking at their own tempo, his praise and touches sending me into overdrive. Planting my hands on his chest, I grinded down- his face strained with excitement.

“Bucky,” I moaned, “m’gonna cum.”

“Cum for me Doll,” he groaned, placing both hands on my hips as I felt my thighs begin to burn.

Moaning lewdly as my head fell back, I felt the thin cord that tethered me between pleasure and euphoria snap as I reached my climax- cumming on his abs. Bucky helped me ride out my orgasm before pulling my breathless face down for a kiss.

We moaned in unison, our hands tangling as I came down from my high. I felt his thick cock brushing against my thigh and I slid down his body.

Bucky stared at me while I stared at the mess I’d made on his abs. Taking two fingers, he drew a long line and sucked gently. My face felt hot as he moaned. A surge of boldness overcame me as I cleaned my mess from his abs, his jaw slack as he watched me.

“Gods who decided to make me the luckiest guy in the world huh?” he groaned as he smiled at me.

Flipping me on my back, he stared at me, his chest heaving and his eyes wide with a mixture of love and lust.

“I’ve waited for this for so long,” he confessed, “I love you, Doll.”

“I love you too Bucky, thank you.”

“For?”

“Forgiving me, I really-,”

He silenced me with a kiss, his lips less forceful and more loving. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled away, his lips red and swollen. His flesh hand reached between my legs, and I gasped. Fingers circling my clit, I stared at him, eyes rolling back as he slipped them into my hole.

“Bucky, I-,”

“I need to stretch you out Doll,” he exhaled, eyes closing as he fingered me, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can take it,” I moaned as he curled his fingers in me.

“Please Bucky, I need you,” I mewled, my eyes beginning to crisscross.

Cursing, he pulled his fingers out, sucking on them languidly.

“You taste like heaven,” he sighed.

Heart thundering in my chest, I opened the draw of my bedside table and pulled out a condom.

“I’m not on-,”

“You don’t need to explain Doll,” he smiled as he tore open the packet.

Bucky rolled the thin layer onto his cock, positioning himself at my entrance. Holding me close, a serious expression crossed his face.

“You sure you want to do this?” he asked softly, his pupils consuming his iris.

I nodded.

“Words Baby.”

“I am Bucky,” I moaned softly, nudging my hips to his cock.

The bulbous head of his cock stretched my cunt wider than it ever had been, my eyes welling shut. Inch by inch he slowly eased himself into me. But every time I thought he ended, it seemed like he was as continuous as time. Finally, fully inside me, I wrapped my legs around him, the sting of the stretch shutting my eyes.

His thumb brushed across a tear that formed.

“You okay Doll?”

I nodded, exhaling shakily.

“You can move Bucky.”

His hips rocked slowly; a stab of pain followed by a stream of pleasure filling me.

“Faster Bucky,” I groaned, my legs tightening around him.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman,” he moaned, his eyes shut with pleasure, “I promised I wouldn’t fuck you on our first time.”

“I don’t care,” I mewled, “Just fuck me please.”

Without a second word, his hips snapped into mine, stealing my breath as the length of him massaged my insides. I was soaring in seconds.

“So good, so good for me,” he grunted, his lips attacking my neck once more.

Not a single coherent thought crossed my mind while all I could think of was the way his cock moved within me. The way his head grazed and kissed that special spot within me had me crying his name.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck,” I screamed, his hips thrusting into me at an unbelievable speed.

Grabbing his face, I kissed him, but there was nothing loving about it. It was all tongue and teeth- animalistic and wild.

“I love you ohmygods I love you so much,” I babbled as he fucked me.

We would make love later, we’d both needed this for far too long. Bucky was pushing us up the bed, my hands gripping his back. I couldn’t even tell him how much I loved him from the pleasure he gave me.

A small thread of pleasure began to strengthen, the cord becoming tighter.

“Bucky, I’m close,” I moaned, my body tensing.

His flesh hand reached between our bodies as he began to rub tight circles on my clit. I couldn’t figure where he ended, and I began. The cord began to tighten, and his fingers rolled the swollen nub between his fingers.

“Let go Doll, I got you,” he cried, his cock twitching inside me.

Screaming his name, I came, the cord snapping. It was as if a tidal wave crashed, waves and waves of pleasure consuming my body as I cried and spasmed around him. Thrusting faster, my vision began to go white as I felt another wave of pleasure wrack my body. He cried my name, cumming with one last thrust.

Collapsing on my chest, we heaved in unison. I couldn’t form a proper sentence, my voice hoarse and my brain fried. Sitting up, his face sweaty and blotchy, Bucky kissed me gently.

“I love you Doll,” he moaned.

“I love you too Bucky,” I gasped.

“You okay?”

“Never better.”

And I meant it.

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marvelflame2010 · 2 years

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Headcannons for Peter to be your best friend (warning: spelling flaws)

-You two met after Endgame/ FFH (everyone lives)

-Peter and you were walking through the compound and you got startled and both said “stop, i could have dropped my croissant”.

-One look and the understanding became clear

-You two were now besties/vine gods

-Forget quiet, Peter and you quote vines/tiktoks ALL DAY, EVERY DAY

-Ned and you click as well and MJ approves (mainly because of your thoughts on sexism and shitty stuff)

-You two are bisexual and came out at the same time.

-Matching bi flags

-You show peter your ai (S.A.R.A.H.) and he is SPEECHLESS for the fact that you made this tech

-Peter and you go through SEVERAL punching bags when his identity is revealed (thankfully Strange did a spell so everyone who knew him as Peter/Spiderman before remembers so this friendship lasts)

-You two LOVE to prank the other Avengers.

-Like for example, you two stole Cap’s shield and hid it in the vents

-Clint found the shield (because he is an imposter who hides in the vents).

-You and Peter got in trouble.

-So worth it though

-Nick Fury can’t with you two

-Double dates with your girl/boyfriend and MJ

-You also make a good team on missions

-Peter is in awe of the skills and powers you wield

-Remind him NOT to get on your bad side

-Tickle fights. just that

-Peter and you found Steve’s old USO music (courtesy of Bucky) and acted it out with a pizza box

-Steve was wondering how you guys found out about his USO tours while Bucky laughed so hard he almost peed his pants

-You guys babysit Morgan and teach her English. With Vine references

-Shuri, Peter, and you are consdiered “the vine gods”

-Movie marathons (Star wars, harry Potter, Lord of the rings, etc.)

-Either of you know when the other is having a bad day and cheer each other up the best they can

-Because at the end of the day, you are best friends. And that’s what best friends are for

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sgtrudes · 2 months

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I made a Marvel oc recently, lol. His face claim is Tyler Hoechlin (I mainly use his character Derek Hale from Teen Wolf). Harris Logan, codenamed Agent Stryker. I've made an Instagram rp account of him, @agntstrykr on Instagram. I also made some "AUs" of him with other Marvel characters lol. Shipped him with Natasha Romanoff.

#marvel oc #original character #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#agents of shield oc #tyler hoechlin #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x oc #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #male oc #male character

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karimac · 10 months

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...in the details, Part 13

A/N: Warning for this series: 18+ audience (minors DNI), some cinematic level violence, some fluff and angst. Doubt that smut will be involved, but it may be implied. I’ll make sure that is noted clearly if it pops up.

All relationships, at this point in the story, are platonic, but there is romance in the cards for Kari and Bucky.

Please do not repost or translate my work. Likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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Word count: 5.3k, give or take a word. Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Masterlist

It was the morning after the final battle with the Flag Smashers, and all you wanted to do was sleep and not talk to anyone, but here you were, in your kitchen, frosting cupcakes.

Sarah Wilson had been on the phone with you earlier talking about the party she was organizing to celebrate Sam’s accepting the mantle of Captain America, and while you were not planning to actually go to the party, you decided to drop off some cupcakes for the event. And maybe that cake Sam and Bucky drooled over when they last visited your bakery. The one with the Oreo cookies all over the top.

You were not about to tell Sarah that you had gotten your clock cleaned during that fight last night. Oh no. Never admit stuff like that, even if your body was still a long way from being fully healed.

“Why do I do this to myself, Hickory?” you asked your cat as he sat on the floor near the kitchen window, the streams of light from this early Brooklyn morning splashing their sunny glow over his orange fur. “I really am a pushover. But her boys were so sweet, and I couldn’t let them not have good desserts for the party, could I?”

Hickory was a cat of many words most of the time, so his tiny mewls this morning seemed a bit off. He must have been as exhausted as you felt at the moment.

“I’ll be fine, Hickenboogie,” you said as you watched the orange tabby roll over to let the sun warm his belly. “Even if I’m making, what? A hundred cupcakes?”

As you went to set your bowl of frosting to the side, there was loud rapping at your apartment door. Someone had gotten into the building without being buzzed in. Fantastic! Just what you needed.

“Kari? Are you in there? Sarah called and asked me to check on you.”

Bucky. For crying out loud, what was he doing here? You really doubted Sarah asked him to do anything. He was likely just being nosy after last night.

“James, would you just leave me alone! I am not going to Delacroix. Just go down and have a good time. Sarah knows I’m not going to be there. I’d only be a fifth wheel anyway. I saw you flirting with her. She seems like a really nice person, and even if Sam kicks up a fuss, I think you should go for it.”

You never called Bucky by his first name. Ever. OK, maybe once in 1943. And here he was, standing outside the front door of your apartment, suddenly developing the ability to get under your skin.

“I flirt with everybody. Just ask Sam!” Bucky said a bit too loudly for your liking. The funny thing was, you remembered when Bucky flirted with everybody. That was not what he was doing now. He was trying to see if he still knew how to flirt with everyone. Very different concept, and you fully understood why he needed to be able to do it on his own terms. You also wished he were flirting with you, but you really had no one to blame for this mess except yourself.

“What exactly are you afraid of this time? I’m sure Bruce and Wong can live without seeing you for another 24 hours, or was Darcy bugging you again? You do not need to go out on some speed dating thing with her. She means well, but, you know, she doesn’t really understand how big it is for both of us,” he explained as you heard him fidgeting with the door handle. Master assassin and lock picker? Of course he’d have that skill set, but he seemed to be nothing more than antsy at the moment. Then he hit you with the question you didn’t want to hear.

“Was it what happened after Sam’s speech?”

“You mean when Walker decided to be my new best buddy and make sure I was OK?” you replied in a very fake chipper tone. “Or when you decided to start asking too many questions about my health? You don’t want me in your head. Fine. I get it. I don’t need you babysitting me. I just get tired sometimes. Especially if my empathic filtering goes off the charts. The kids in that tour bus were terrified. I drank in a lot of their pain to keep them calm. It isn’t exactly fun, Buck. And I left myself open. I am only human. I do make mistakes.”

While you did your best not to think about what happened, your mind raced as you remembered the group of grade schoolers from Cottonwood, Arizona, all scared beyond words as Flag Smashers boarded their bus. Those poor kids witnessed their driver being tossed out the door and one of their teachers being knocked out before you could even get into the bus. You had to pull out all the stops to keep them calm, even if it meant you falling apart by the end of the night.

“Can I at least come in? Your neighbors might not appreciate me playing 20 Questions outside your do…”

You flicked your hand and opened the door just as Bucky leaned into it a tad. He wasn’t expecting it, so he stumbled slightly as it opened. “Sorry. I’m kind of busy making cupcakes. I’ll get them to Sarah by tomorrow morning. And that cake you and Sam liked. The Oreo cookie one. I thought Cass and AJ might enjoy it, too.”

“You are dodging. Again,” Bucky said as he sat down on a stool near your kitchen counter. “Whoa, sorry, Hickory,” he added as the orange tabby looked up at him but then went back to sleep. “What are you trying to avoid now?”

“Buck, please. You haven’t wanted to share every memory you have, and for good reason. Some of the things that happened since we started working together, they remind me a bit too much of when my husbands died. I don’t exactly want to relive all that.”

That was only a fraction of what was going on in your life at the moment, but you were not about to drop that ton of bricks in Bucky’s lap, even if it meant you had to keep up some stupid façade and lie as if your life depended on it.

“You had two, right? Husbands,” Bucky asked as you nodded. “Can I help frost or something?”

“Yes, Galen and Thomas,” you said as you put a tray of cupcakes in front of Bucky and got him a bowl of frosting, a spatula and a knife. “Pick your instrument of choice for the frosting,” you added before you looked at Bucky’s clothes and shook your head. “Want an apron? Don’t want you messing up your Henley.”

“What does it say? The apron, I mean?” he asked as you grabbed him a plain blue one. “Oh. No jokes on it?”

“Not everything is a joke, Buck. Not for me. Not for anyone,” you sniffed as you tried to hold back a stray tear before you got another pan of cupcakes and a bowl of frosting. You were still not fully pain free from what happened to those kids or to yourself. “Once the frosting sets, we can put these little shields on top of the cupcakes. I know. Cheesy. But the kids should love them.”

“Hmmm…” Bucky said as he tried to slather the frosting on his first cupcake without using too much. “I’m not exactly good at this…”

“You will be fine. It takes practice,” you whispered as you set down another frosted cupcake. “Thanks for helping. What else do you want to know about me?” Your hands shook slightly, and you flexed them a bit to get yourself centered again. “Lingering issues after that mess on the bus. I couldn’t go in sword swinging, so I had to take a different tack. It was a spell Wong told me about. Got the kids off the bus and me onto it just in time to take out that fool. It switches people’s locations. Nice one to keep in my back pocket. Just wish I had seen that other lunatic behind the driver’s seat.”

“Yeah, I saw the kids appear on the sidewalk before you blasted that guy out the doors of the bus,” Bucky noted as he kept frosting more cupcakes. “Kids. Did you ever have them? I mean, you like them. You get along great with Cass and AJ. And again, sorry if I got stupid on the docks. Joke fell really flat.”

You were not about to go back to the talk about that mess on the docks. Not today anyway. “Sadly, no. I’ve never had children.”

That wasn’t true. Not exactly anyway. But there was no way you could explain everything without looking like a lunatic. Saying “Well, a part of me that lives in another universe has about five of them last time I counted. I can list them all from all the timelines. I was tasked with birthing an army. No one ever said how…”

Yeah, that sounded so very sane and normal.

“Not that I don’t want them still,” you continued as you found some patriotic sprinkles in your cupboard. “It just never worked out for me. And I didn’t want to adopt a child on my own just to have me die and leave them alone. That would be cruel. And what agency would let someone like me adopt a child? It just isn’t very realistic to think it is even possible.”

You wanted nothing more than to change the topic, but you said Bucky could ask you questions, so in this quagmire you would stay for the moment.

“That day Steve and Sam had me in that vice,” Bucky started but stopped just as he finished another cupcake. “Why the hell did you do what you did to prove who you were? I knew who you were. Steve knew. You didn’t need to sing that song…”

“I needed to prove who I was because, let’s face it, who in their right mind—besides you and Steve, I guess—would believe my story? And Sam. Bless his heart, he doesn’t think I escaped Bellevue.” Bucky chuckled at the name of the most famous psychiatric hospital in New York City. “Was my singing that bad? I did flub some of the words, I know, but I didn’t think I was that bad.”

“Your singing was never an issue,” Bucky chuckled as a bit of frosting slid off one cupcake. “And the way you did that thing with the drinks was great. I remember that from the Whip and Fiddle. But you didn’t need to put on a show. Not for us anyway.”

“It’s always an issue, Bucky,” you said quietly as you noticed the vanilla frosting you had been using was running low, so you got out the ingredients to make more. “I always need to prove myself. I…did Steve ever tell you about what happened during the five years you were gone? Not my most shining hours.”

“The thing that scared everyone? Yeah, he told me, but I didn’t want to broadcast it to anyone. I don’t understand what makes you you,” Bucky said as he set down his knife and cupcake, “and I was not about to dredge up what happened. You were trying to get us back. Steve said you kind of lost it when it didn’t work. And Tony…”

“Tony wanted to lock me away in a padded cell, but Thor told him to stop, because he understood my grief. And Bruce told Tony to give it a rest because I was trying things that none of them could. Steve took me to the infirmary so I could heal when it all came crashing down. I was weaker than I realized. He saved my life. IV fluids can work wonders when you push yourself too much.”

“Wait, what? What did you do?” Bucky was suddenly very agitated, and you were not fully focused on his tone and body language at first. He was truly freaked out.

“What?” you asked as your eyes bugged out a little bit when it finally hit you. “Oh! No. I wasn’t doing…”

It took you much too long to realize Bucky was worried you had done some odd, old and draining blood spell. You had done them long, long ago, but that was back before electricity was the norm.

“It was a very old spell, one my Mamo used when I was a baby when she wanted to talk to the deceased members of our clan. Sorry. My grandmother. Mamo is the Irish word for grandma. It just takes a toll on your spirit, and I tried it a few times before Bruce saw me naked as a jay bird in the gardens they had at the facility. Yeah, that is part of the spell too, as is doing it on Samhain. Halloween. But there was no one there to talk to, so continuing to do it made it worse. As I said, not my finest hour. It broke me when I couldn’t find your spirit…”

Now it was Bucky’s turn to look at you with saucer-like eyes.

“Well, I couldn’t try to zero in on a million different people, so I picked you. I tried Sam, too, but it was like you guys never existed. If I were to do the spell this year, I’d be able to see any number of people across the veil. My family. Your family. Natasha and Tony. Loki. That night? I saw no one except my siblings, and while I love them, I knew they would be there. That failure sent me reeling. I didn’t talk for days. And we both know that could not be normal.”

“For two minutes, could you please stop with the put downs? Some of us don’t like to hear them. Me. Sam. Sarah. The boys…”

“I am so used to people just working around them that I don’t…” you started to say before you set down everything and just pulled up a stool next to the one Bucky was sitting on. “I don’t realize how it affects everyone else. Sorry.”

Bucky started to chuckle, and then he let out a loud laugh. “Your hair. Frosting,” he said as he pointed to a few wisps that were now very sticky from the vanilla frosting making a few spikes on the tips.

“Didn’t catch it all in the hairband. Again,” you muttered as you started to laugh along with Bucky. “Why did you really show up today, Buck? It can’t be because your inner baker was screaming to come out and play.”

“Last night was scary. You zoned out, and that scared me and Sam. We thought you were dying. We have no idea how this all works with you, and I’ve been afraid to ask. Steve was, too, I guess, and Sam, when you guys were in hiding.”

“Why are you remembering all this nonsense about me?” That was the only thing you could say as you looked Bucky in the eye and prayed something from your past was not trying to catch up with you again. “Or better yet worrying so much about me?”

“And why do you remember things about me?” he asked with an equally deadpan expression. “We are both old. We’re both likely going to outlive most of the people around us now, at least for a little while. Being connected is…nice. Now, back to last night. What happened?”

“After I helped those kids, I did exactly what you said. I zoned when I cracked my head on that building. I can go into a fugue state and start connecting in weird ways to the world around me. I knew you were there, but my brain wasn’t connecting all the dots. If that makes sense.”

That last part you hated. You wanted nothing more than to tell Bucky everything about your life. How the person he saw was only a tiny part of everything you were. That at this very moment there was another Kari dancing with another Bucky at something called the Hellfire Gala in a world where a group called The X-Men were protectors alongside The Avengers. She was thanking him for an assist a very long time ago on the steps of the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg, if killing her was truly an assist. Yes, that Kari was reborn thanks to the bladed excellence of The Winter Soldier, but this part of Kari could not tell Bucky all that. Not yet anyway.

“Do you want some coffee? A beer? I should have asked when you got here,” you said as you looked down to see Hickory had finally decided to get up and go eat his kibble while you chatted with Bucky.

“Beer, thanks. I just wanted to convince you to come down to Delacroix, mostly so everyone can see for themselves that you are OK. I know once Wong and Bruce get involved, it may take weeks until we see you again. And Parker. That trip of his for school.”

“Look, Sarge,” you started to say as you handed Bucky the beer. His eyes lit up, so the nickname seemed to be a good choice. “If it will make you feel better, then down to Delacroix I’ll go. But you and I can go together. I am going to need help hauling these cupcakes. But I may not stay the whole time. Does that work for you?”

“Yup,” Bucky said as he drank his beer. “And the Sarah thing…”

“Look, if you and Sarah hit it off, well, that is beautiful. You deserve happiness, Buck. I am not going to stand in the way of your happiness. Ever.”

{{Even if it would make me happier being with you}} you thought as you smiled at Bucky again.

“And yes, I know Sam is likely sticking his oar into the water and messing it up for you guys. Having eight brothers taught me a lot, and I am betting you might have played the part yourself back in the day, right? Maybe I can help there, if you need me to? Your call.”

“Whatever happens, well, happens,” Bucky noted as he looked at the tray of tiny shields again. “I think we all want the day to be about Sam. That’s what really matters.”

“Agreed,” you said as you looked at all the cupcakes and smiled. “Now, want to learn how to make that cake? Care to smash up some cookies for me to mix in the batter?”

The rest of the baking session with Bucky went well enough, and you were able to box everything and have it ready to portal to Delacroix the next morning when he made it back to your place. You made sure your portal was near the house but around the back so no one could get spooked by it. You just wished the rest of the team could have been there, but there was technically no team at the moment anyway.

You smiled as you watched Bucky run over to the table where Sam, Sarah and the boys were sitting, with Cass and AJ trying to get Bucky into some sort of play fight as he brought over the cake.

“So, this is the famous cake?” Sarah asked as you pulled a small red wagon full of cupcakes behind you. “Sam has talked about this cake for weeks. Thanks for making it.”

“Hey, anything for our new Cap and his family!” you replied as a group of kids came over to check out the wagon’s load of goodies. “There are plenty of these to go around, but I think you guys better eat your lunches first.”

“Are you going to show us any magic?” Cass asked as you sat down at the table with everyone.

“Guys, what did we talk about?” Sam said as you looked at everyone there and realized this was not going to be a simple picnic event for Sam.

“We can talk about that later. Maybe when everyone else heads home,” you said quietly as you looked at the boys and then Sarah. “And only if your Mom is OK with it. Her house. Her rules. Always.”

You really had not been planning on any sort of show today, but letting Sarah have the final call was likely the easiest way to keep this sort of thing away from prying eyes. Not everyone liked magic, and that was no exception for this part of Louisiana. The preternatural might have been more accepted here, but it was still not a thing everyone loved or fully understood.

The conversation, thankfully, turned to much more mundane things, and you were very happy it did when you saw Bucky and Sarah chatting as the boys and their friends tried to hang off Bucky’s arm. It looked right. He looked stress-free and happy for the first time in ages.

“And is that what you were hoping for?” Sam asked as he, too, watched his nephews hanging off Bucky’s arm. “That cyborg and my sister would hit it off? I thought you two were, you know, getting closer? Beer?”

You looked at the bottle in Sam’s hand. Crimson Voodoo. A local favorite indeed.

“Thanks,” you said as you took the bottle from his hand and tried to convince yourself and Sam that this is what you wanted. “Sam, Bucky deserves a family. He deserves peace and happiness. Your sister deserves someone who thinks the world of her and can take care of her and the boys. It’s a win-win. My life is too messed up for anyone to feel at peace with me. Someday I’ll try to explain everything, but today is not that day. Today is your day.”

As it started to get dark outside, no one seemed to be heading home, and the kids were a bit upset that there were no fireworks set up to cap off the night.

“Guess I need to take care of this,” you said under your breath as you got to your feet and walked toward Sarah and the boys. “Sarah, I can fix this, but as I said before, your house, your rules.”

“You have fireworks in your bag?” Sarah chuckled as she shook her head. “Wait. You aren’t kidding.”

“Nope, I’m not,” you replied as you walked to the end of the pier where the kids were all looking pretty forlorn. “Sam, a gift for you and your family and friends here today,” you said as you turned to look at everyone there. Sparks started to dance on your fingertips, and soon the night sky filled with magically-created fireworks. “A gift from the Tara Mount and from Asgard,” you added as more pyrotechnics danced above the crowd. “Frigga and Loki showed me this trick long ago. It’s only fitting to share it tonight.”

“What the hell is that on your back?” Sarah asked as you slowly lifted off the ground.

“I forgot you’ve never seen these,” you said to Sarah as your raven wings unfurled. “I need to get a bit of lift before I do the next part.”

Sure, Sam and Bucky had seen you fly. But the dance you were about to do was not anything you had done since, well, the day your cousin Rhys got married to his beautiful bride Alice back in the 1850s! Oh, that was a bit of craic! Well, it would have been more fun if Rhys’ sister Rhiannon had not fed that dragon wedding cake and Champagne on top of Westminster.

“I usually don’t do this for anyone but family, but if you all are Captain America’s extended family, then that is good enough for me,” you said as your wings slowly transformed to something akin to gossamer and glitter, the light of the fireworks dancing off the delicate lacework of the fairy wings you now sported on your back. “My grandmother, Siofra O’Cathain MacOrish, was called the Black Faerie of the battlefield. Tonight I wear these wings to thank her for making it possible to be here with you today.”

As you hovered in mid-air, you started to dart over the water, well clear of the shore and the boats anchored there. The sky lit up with a multicolored display that at times looked like ribbons of red, white and blue and at others like the giant bursts of color in the event that Macy’s held each July 4th on the East or Hudson Rivers in New York City. The shrieks of delight from the children made it all worthwhile as you finally landed back on the dock after about 15 minutes of flash and sizzle.

Maybe it was the music that helped make it special? No one could tell exactly where it was coming from because it was all around them. A bit of remembered sound from your cousin’s wedding night and a snatch of air current, and suddenly the air was full of a song played long ago on a starry night for your tribe back then, the lovely lot you called The Avalonians.

The flight was glorious, and you wondered why you did not do it more often over the years.

The way you did not stick the landing, on the other hand, was annoying. Especially when Sam, Sarah and Bucky ran over. The lift of raven-like angel’s wings was one thing in battle, but the faerie wings on your back now were another thing entirely. The fact you had not called them out in over 100 years meant you had forgotten much about maneuvering in them once you got back to Terra Firma.

“I am fine!” you protested as you finally pulled back your wings and flexed your arms a bit. “Just didn’t time the footfall properly. I am not Simone Biles by any means. She would have aced it.”

“No more jokes. You could have gotten hurt,” Bucky said as he reached out his hand to you, but you pulled back slightly as he did. Muscle memory was a bitch at times, and a tiny part of you could not help but remember Katowice, St. Petersburg, Budapest and several other places where you and Bucky did more bodily harm to each other than you had let on to anyone else. Even Steve never knew the full extent of the battles you and his best friend were part of over the years. It was probably better that way.

“It’s nothing that a good night’s sleep won’t fix. I’m still not right after that mess with the bus,” you answered as Sarah shot you the mother of all looks. “Even old warriors like me need time to heal.”

“You could have said something,” Sarah said as she just kept looking at you, concern and pain mixed in equal measure in her eyes. “You did not have to bring all that food, and you did not need to do all that fireworks stuff. These two said you’d pull some crazy stunt eventually...”

“And they were right,” you replied, tucking your hands behind your back so the slight tremor you felt was not visible to everyone else. “Because, well, this is how I was raised. Never say no when your help is needed. Always take care of family, even if you are dead on your feet. Leave a place better than you found it if at all possible…”

“Kari, did your fireworks have a finale you didn’t mention?” Bucky asked as he pointed behind you, a multicolored fissure opening above the bayou waters.

“That isn’t me!” you shouted as the raven wings of your office appeared, along with your armor, sword and shield. “Get everyone to safety! Now!”

“Wait. Is that a Quinjet?” Sam shouted as he worked to get everyone off the dock as quickly as possible as a plane maneuvered through the fissure.

“No, that’s the Zephyr…” you said as you stood with our mouth open. “SHIELD ship that vanished a few years ago. Fury was never able to track it down.”

The jet landed on the shore away from several houses, and you, Bucky and Sam made your way to the landing site. By now, thanks to some quick thinking by Cass and AJ, Sam had his shield at the ready, but you prayed he would not have to use it.

“SHIELD ship Zephyr One. Damn,” you muttered under your breath as you got to the now lowered ramp. “I thought you were dead! And so does Fury!” you said as two men made their way to the top of the ramp.

Standing in front of you were Phil Coulson and Daniel Sousa.

“Nice to see you again, Chief,” Coulson said as Sousa gave him an odd look. “One of my trainers back in the day.”

“And Peggy Carter’s best friend in mine,” Sousa added the duo was soon joined by Melinda May.

“She never told you? Either of you? She was the original 0-8-4,” May noted as she walked down the ramp.

“No, I helped Howard Stark coin the term,” you growled as you looked at May. “The world knows full well where I am from and how long I have walked this ground. I’m just a hell of a lot older than I look.”

“Oh my God, we are home,” Daisy Johnson said as she walked up next to Sousa, his arm snaking around her waist, leaving no question about their status as a couple. You had heard about the Inhuman’s encounters with some preternatural allies, and you wanted to hear more about that, as well as how Sousa was actually there with them now.

“Home?” Bucky whispered in your ear as Sam leaned in to hear his comments.

“If you weren’t home, where were you?” you asked Coulson as the rest of his team filtered off the ship. You vaguely knew them by physical attributes, but not all the names were clicking in your mind at the moment.

“I was hoping you might be able to tell us,” he said as you looked at him, and you could tell already this was not the Phil Coulson you knew. Not totally anyway. “From our calculations, we’ve been gone about five years.”

“The blip,” Sam said as you shook your head. “Oh, tá sé seo ach iontach. I mean, this is just great,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “You lot like cupcakes, right? Please say you like cupcakes. And beer.”

You grabbed Bucky’s hand without thinking and prayed he could actually hear the words you were thinking in that crazy link of Wanda’s. {{I wanted this to be a happy day for Sam. Not one where his family would be in the middle of this nonsense. I’ll get them all out of here fast. Just…could you please help me figure this out?}}

A brief nod let you know Bucky heard at least some of your request.

“Sarah, I’ll get these folks out of here and back to New York ASAP. I just hope I can find Maria Hill or Nick Fury. How do I explain that their world is about to get turned upside down again?”

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Zaroorat

Stucky x Reader

Part 2 of Sukoon Mila

In my world, Agents of Shield is canon!!!

Warning for this chapter. Mentions of anxiety and torture. Y/n is super angsty man!!

Trauma, it does things to people. Doesn’t matter how one has suffered it gives them something or completely take something away. Some cling to forms of affection, some can’t sleep on beds and some just can’t sleep entirely. Sleep. It was a battlefield, every night the same prep of skincare routines and essential oils only so that you may find quiet in your head for a few hours.

It was a lot easier with Bucky around. He had a fuck ton of scars of his own. You somehow felt ashamed to share yours since they felt so minuscule in nature, compared to what he had gone through. You wished everyday you would understand what kind of demons tortured him. From going to therapy sessions with him to reading up on possible triggers and how to overcome them. In order to hide your own pain. You both would lay awake often at night with Steve passed out next to either of you. It was most the times you sandwiched in between them, or Steve in between the two of you but either way, the pieces fit perfectly . Thirty toes and thirty fingers that collectively held a lamp in a raging storm, each of them taking turns to shield each other. Well until they left

You didn’t know how long you sat on the floor of your bedroom, holding your head in your hands. You were breathing, you looked calm. But the storm within you would put Thor’s abilities to shame. He just came back, just like that. You were furious that he could just leave when he wants and come back when he wants with no adherence to consequences for who he or they might hurt in the process. The better part of you wanted chug a few Advils down your throat and walk out there cold and bitchy and get whatever this alien scuffle is and be over with it, the gooey part of you though wanted to run up to him and kiss every part of his perfect face, drag him into a shower like you always did after a mission and completely forget about the last two years. But you couldn’t do it, you can’t do it. You can’t forget. Everytime you look in the mirror. You know you are not the little in love assistant anymore.

Rubbing at your eyes, you knew exactly what you had to do. You looked around your room. With half burned incense in the air and the soft gleam of your lamp, you pushed yourself off the carpet. Walking towards your vanity, you looked at yourself, brushing out the tangled pieces in your hair.

“Breathe, just breathe.” An internal mantra that kept you on your feet, as you decided to walk back into that conference room. It felt weird making this walk again, you had done it many times before. This very corridor held memories that both you and Steve had shared

From the first awkward, pubescent interactions of

“Hi Captain.” your young hopeful voice would acknowledge him and his meek

“Hello Y/n.” Would ablaze your body with euphoria.

To being; slowly backed up against the cool grey walls, to steal secret kisses before mission briefings, or sitting slumped against its walls, drunk and cackling about how funny Mark 42 would look if it had a blue tutu on. The times when this corridor felt frustratingly long, as the two of you tried to not tear each other’s clothes off. You also remember the walk you made down this hall, when Tony told you that they weren’t coming back.

You rubbed your hands up and down your arms as you hugged yourself while walking. Trying to make yourself small, or atleast feel like you weren’t so raw, so exposed. Once you were in the room, you simply walked over to the armchair that you always sat on and plopped yourself down. With a few more seconds of internal coaxing you finally looked up and good god did the rest of them look like shit. Sam was leaning on the countertop of the kitchen sporting one of his ever so soft smiles. Natasha was sitting on one of the bar stools looking at you with that same look and then there was Steve, standing over the analysis projection as poised and commanding as ever. He didn’t say anything, he simply looked at Natasha and sighed.

“He’s after the stones. This we know.” your voice almost wavering

“What’s the plan?”

Bruce began to fill the team in on everything that happened on Asgard, his interaction with Thanos. What he believed their plan was. They wanted Vision. Vision believed that Wanda could destroy the stone, to which Wanda looked absolutely torn. You wanted to comfort her, hold her and tell her it was going to be okay but you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. Rodhey brought over a cup of tea for you, which you were now nursing and relishing the warmth in your hands. The team continued to disagree and talk over one another and it all sounded muffled to you.

“Thor is dead, Tony is gone, Peter is gone. Whoever that Bleecker Street Wizard was is also gone!” Your voice began to rise

“For all we know they already have the Time Stone.” you yelled, looking manic

“So what we need right now is to get rid of that Stone,” you pointed to Vision’s head. Then you turned to Bruce

“You made him! Now save him!”

You needed Vision to be okay, you needed these people to be okay. Sure a small part of you hates them at this very moment but they are your family and you just needed everybody to be okay!

“We don’t trade lives.” Steve shot down Vision’s idea of self sacrifice again.

Others couldn’t figure out what they were to do about the mind stone until Steve spoke up again.

“I might know a place” he looked around the room

“Wakanda.”

Your hands hold the mug tighter as the words ring into your ears, Wakanda. Rhodey’s eyes immediately shoot to you and you silently plead with your eyes for him to not say anything about it at all. Though Steve noticed, he always notices you.

Steve had been in Wakanda for a week. He remembers holding Bucky’s hand as they brain mapped him, as his lover turned to ice in a capsule. The nights he’d sit in the lab next to his unconscious lover, staring at the photo of his other lover that he kept in his pocket watch. He prayed everyday while he tried to fix what was done to Buck, that Y/n was safe. Even with his difference with Tony, he knew that man would give his life for that girl. His brain was scrambled from the mess he had created, and in that week he wanted nothing more than to pick up his burner phone and call her. She would have yelled at him, told him how disappointed she was. But she would have also told him how to fix this, and told him to come home. Had he heard her say that, he would have caved; the world be damned.

He stayed there until Natasha came for him, he felt like a dagger had been plunged through his heart while his whole body was set on fire. Nobody had ever seen Steve Rogers cry other than his partners but as the Quinjet flew past the Wakandan barrier, Steve silently sobbed. His grief had transformed to rage, the once golden boy had only one set goal in his mind. Destroy Hydra for good.

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“You don’t have to go with us.”

Rhodhey knew better than to ask you to come with them to Wakanda

“You can run analytics, pr.”

“Ross” you shoved his shoulder at the mention of him.

The both of you were sitting outside on a bench looking over the water, your head rested on his shoulder and a blanket wrapped around you, just admiring the night sky. How is it the something so serene, so beautiful was going to be the very cause of your extinction .

“They saved me, I can’t just not go.” you sighed

“Call it in Roh, I’ll be out here for a little longer.”

He knew you needed some time alone, he knew because he often woke up late at night, watching you sit in this very spot looking up at the sky. He knew you weren’t okay, but he also knew you were doing your best with what you had. With a squeeze to your shoulder he walked back into the campus. Leaving you outside with your thoughts. Where was Bucky? You hadn’t said it out loud yet but you were confused by why he wasn’t with the group. You knew he wasn’t dead because Steve seemed relaxed. There was one thing you would bet your life on, and that was Steve Rogers would break if anything ever happened to James Buchanan Barnes. You’d hoped that he was okay, that maybe he would have been the one to reach out to you. A letter or some indication that they were alive, that they were still okay. It was silly but you told yourself small things like, they saw the same moon or the same stars. You also hated yourself for feeling jealous and sobbing, thinking about how they would have been wrapped up around each other at night while you were in bed alone.

Your thoughts came to a halt when you felt someone’s presence behind you, the closer it got; you immediately knew who it was. At this very moment you wanted to get up and walk your ass back inside, but you were just so exhausted of fighting. Fighting yourself, fighting them. You were just tired. He stopped a few feet behind you, you could practically hear the gears turning in Steve’s head. He didn’t know what to say to you, he didn’t even know if you wanted to hear him out. You simply stuck a finger out of your blanket and tapped the spot next to you.

A small amount of warmth spread inside Steve, you still wanted to speak to him. Small step but he was starving and he’d take any scraps he got.

“What happened in Wakanda?” His voice sounded hesitant

“Two years.” You take a deep breath before going on.

“Two years and that’s the first thing you as-“

“How are you then?” He cut you off

“Great, you” you quickly replied

He laughs “Good.”

Silence, usually with the two of you it was comforting but now it just feels dangerous. As if any amp of noise would make you explode. You felt the warmth for his shoulder that grazed yours, it was enough. Enough to hit all those years of bottled up emotions right in your chest. You wanted nothing more than to climb onto his lap and tell him all about what has happened. Touch every part of him, like if he got up now he’d evaporate right in front of your eyes.

“I’m sorry I can’t.” You shot up and went to grab your cup but he caught hold of your hand. Just for a moment his eyes widen at the almost fading surgical scars on your hands. To a normal person’s eyesight they would practically be invisible but he saw them clear as day.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered as he held onto your hand. He was almost afraid to speak above a whisper, he felt like you’d run away if he did. So you obliged, you knew what he wanted and you sat back down.

“Where’s Buck, Steve?” You looked him in the eye this time. You were hoping that he’d say he was in hiding or just didn’t want to come back here

“Wakanda. He is in Wakanda.” That reply made your heart stop

“Why? Was he hurt?” Panic flared in your eyes

“No no, they gave him refuge. Helped him with the programming in his head. He’s fine.” Steve replied quickly in an attempt to calm you down. He noticed changes in you but he was elated that who you really were was still in there. That you still cared.

“How long?” You heart thumped in your ears again, was he under your nose this whole time?

“This entire time, hun.” his eyes briefly show pain before he looks back at you.

He was there with you, this whole time! He was there, you were there and they didn’t tell you. Tony and Rhodes wouldn’t have known, Tony would have destroyed half of Wakanda trying to get to James. Did he come to visit? Did he see what was done to you? You felt betrayed by them and Shuri. If Bucky was in Wakanda it was sure that she treated him. Your time there was hell but they saved you. They had methods that western medicine would never be able to come up with. Did he hear you cry out for them? Hear you scream. If he did see, would he still want you anymore?

You hadn’t felt this way in a long time. You didn’t want to talk about what was done to you. The consequence of Captain America’s girlfriend being unprotected and the opportunities it provided people with.

“Y/n” Steve hands rubbed up and down your shoulders

“Come back, it okay. You are safe.” This wasn’t his first rodeo with your panic attacks, though he wasn’t a witness to how bad they had gotten since his departure

Why was he talking to you like this? It’s not like he has even an inkling of the trauma you’d been put through, but you invited it. Even after all you were out through, being in the arms of this man made you feel the safest you have felt in years.

And for a moment the man who hurt you, his voice faded from your memories

“Discovery requires experimentation…”

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Snitch Me (Bucky x Double Agent Reader)

Summary: Reader is a former Intelligence Analyst of SHIELD. With her family under the grasp of HYDRA she now faces the lover that haunts her past.

[Writing is continuous. Link is shared under each chapter. Heavy angst and darker themes +16]

Let's take the route of lovers to enemies trope. I like breaking hearts for breakfast.

Chapter 1: Everything and Nothing

Chapter 2: Exhaustion [Trigger Warning: Death and Torture]

Chapter 3: Hail Hydra [Trigger Warning: Death and Torture]

Chapter 4: Coffee Is Bitter, So Are You

Chapter 5:Summer Walk

Chapter 6:Merciless

Chapter 7: Hello, How Low

Chapter 8: You're My Next Assignment

Chapter 9: Zemo

Chapter 10: Final Problem

Chapter 11: TBA

Chapter 12: TBA

[Updates every Monday and Thursday]

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This Saturday

December 17, 2022

Uploading: "A Past Encounter" - 40's!Bucky Barnes x reader (nsfw) / Chapter One

NEW BUCKY BARNES SERIES

a/n: Now I know that I have a few series that I have started on here already, but this is one I've been working on for a long while and now, I feel like I have the momentum to finally start posting it. And I got really excited about it so that's why I'm uploading it. Not to mention the fact that on those other series I got stuck so I'm paying due to the ones I thought up a long time ago.

Also, there may be some other Bucky Barnes content on here the next couple of months depending on how things go, so for the most part it's just going to be Bucky chapters and one-shots for a while.

P.S.

Still thinking over the "taking on requests" idea.

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Back to Basics (Part 2 of 3)

(Part 1) (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky x female reader (Bucky POV)

Warnings: none, fluff, touch of self doubt, clumsiness, being super awkward

A/N: I know in the last one I said it was a two parter but I lied lol its going to be 3 now

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(The next night)

"I'm just going to quit and move back to Wakanda," you tell Steve and Sam as the bartender places three drinks in front of you.

"You could just dig a really big hole and crawl in there," Sam suggests. "Oh... or get Strange to send you to another dimension. Or Thor could hide you on Asgard. Or... oh, I know, we could send you-"

"You're not helping," Steve says seriously, then he takes a sip of his drink.

"No, no I think he might have a point," you say, putting your face in your hands.

"Its not that bad," Steve says, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Not that bad?" Sam asks, "You know what happened right?"

"Well... I... no. I just heard that the gym had to be closed for the rest of the day," Steve says cautiously. "What exactly happened?"

You drink some of your beer while Sam smiles excitedly. "He flooded the gym," Sam laughs and you can feel Steve looking at you.

"You did what?" Steve asks confused, "How?"

You sigh and just as you are about to explain how you managed to put a hole in a wall and bust a pipe, you hear the familiar sound of Y/N's laughter. You turn towards where its coming from and see her sitting at a table near the front of the bar with two women.

Sam nudges you, "Should we say hi?"

You shake your head, "I'm pretty sure I'm the last person she wants to see at the moment."

Apparently Sam decides to take that as a yes. He stands up and waves both of his arms which of course catches her attention. She waves back then and motions for the three of you to come over to her table. They both grab their drinks and head over, you follow slowly with your drink in your hand.

"Hi guys," she says with a bright smile as she hugs both of them. You stand slightly behind them, having decided you were unworthy of a hug considering the literal messes you've been making for her.

"These are my friends, Sobhana and Luna," she says, pointing to each woman as they wave and say hi. "This is Sam-" Y/N starts.

"Y/N, we know who the Avengers are," Luna says with a laugh.

Sam and Steve take two of the three empty seats and you realize the only one left is next to Y/N. She smiles at you as you pull out the chair and for a moment you were sure she blushed when you smiled back. Sam immediately begins talking with Y/N's friends and Steve joins in.

Y/N looks down at her drink quietly, fidgeting with her straw as you slowly peel the label off your beer. "Y/N, about this morning-" you start to apologize again.

"So today was interesting-" she says at the same time and you both laugh a bit.

You continue to pick at the label in silence for a moment then say, "Its probably a good thing there are only two days left in my assessment. I'm not sure the gym could handle much more of me."

She laughs and touches your arm lightly as you pull the last of the label off the bottle. It slips from your hand, slides across the edge of the table and lands in her lap. She gets up quickly with a yelp and wipes the beer off her jeans. You start to apologize and grab a few napkins from the middle of the table.

"Its ok, I'll be right back," she says, taking the napkins from you as she leaves. Sobhana and Luna follow closely behind her, no doubt to talk about how weird and awkward you are.

You groan loudly and drop your head onto the table with a thud. "How soon do you think we could get Thor to send me to Asgard?" you mumble. "Or that frozen place Loki is from."

Sam laughs and takes the seat next to you, after dramatically drying it off. "Alright Bucky, what the hell is the matter with you lately?" he asks, you look up and shrug.

"I know Y/N is pretty but-" Steve says.

"She's beautiful," you correct him and put your head back down on the table with another thud. "And funny, sweet, smart..." you trail off.

"Ohh... I know what's wrong with him," Sam laughs. "You've got a crush on Y/N," he says and you groan. "Oh, a really big crush."

"Shut up Sam," you say, worried Y/N and her friends will come back and hear him.

"That's ridiculous," Steve argues. "You've dated plenty of women and you've never acted like..." he thinks for a minute trying to find the right word.

"Like an idiot," Sam helps him finish.

"Thanks," you say, not bothering to argue since you think he's right.

"No, come on. When we would go to those dances you were always surrounded by women," Steve says. "You've never been this nervous or clumsy around anyone before."

"I don't know... it's been so long since then." you tell them. "I just want to be able to talk to Y/N for ten minutes without doing or saying something stupid."

"Well here's your chance," Sam says and you look over to see Y/N and her friends coming towards the three of you. Sam moves back to his original seat so Y/N can be next to you.

Everyone begins to talk again and a few minutes later you and Y/N both finish your drinks. "Do you want another one?" you ask her and she tells you yes. "Anyone else want anything?" you ask everyone at the table.

"Oh, look at the time," Sobhana looks down at her watch. "I've got to get home and do the dishes." She gets up and puts on her jacket while staring at Luna.

Luna nods and stands up, "I should head out too, I have to... water my plants."

"Water your plants?" Y/N asks, crossing her arms as she leans back in her chair.

"You heard me," Luna says as she grabs her bag. "Text us later," she tells Y/N as each of her friends gives her a hug before leaving.

"That was weird," Steve says, clearly oblivious to what was going on around him. He picks up a menu from the middle of the table and turns it over to read the dessert section.

"Yea... but it is getting late and we said we would help Thor," Sam tells him.

"Help Thor with what?" Steve asks as Sam puts his phone in his pocket and gets up from the table.

"With the thing he asked for help with," Sam sighs before glancing quickly between you and Y/N.

"Oh... right. The thing, yes we should absolutely go and help him with that," Steve says awkwardly before he winks at you and you sigh. Y/N giggles and waves at them as they leave.

Once everyone is gone, you and Y/N sit in silence again, she's looks over at you, smiling as she tucks her hair behind her ear. Just as she is about to say something you clear your throat. "I... uh, I'll go get the drinks," you offer as you get up from the table, bumping it slightly when you stand.

You glance at her over your shoulder as you lean on the bar and watch her play with her hair. She looks over and your eyes connect for a moment before you look back towards the bartender.

Just breathe, you think to yourself, it's not a even date. It's just two people who were abandoned by their friends... on purpose... so they would be forced to spend time alone. You know why Sam pulled Steve out of the bar, but why did her friends do the same thing? Maybe she wanted to talk to you in private about how much of a nightmare you've been for her during the assessment. She didn’t seem upset but how could she not be? So far you haven't even had one day without her asking you to leave the gym before your evaluation is complete.

"Thanks," Y/N smiles at you when you place the drinks down, almost dropping hers. She laughs a little as she slides it away from you and says, "Don't need that to happen again."

"I'm really sorry about before," you apologize again and run your hand through your hair.

"No, no its ok. It actually reminded me of the first time we met... and you spilled my coffee on me," she says and you slide your hand down to cover your face.

"I did, didn't I?" you ask, thinking back to when you bumped into her on your run.

"Yea... You're a bit of an accident waiting to happen aren't you?" she jokes.

You shrug and look down at your drink. "Only when I'm around you it seems," you say quietly.

She stops laughing and her smile fades, "What do you mean?"

"I'm not normally this much of a disaster," you answer. "Every time I'm around you... I screw up or break something because I-" you cut yourself off, deciding at the last second not to tell her the whole truth.

You take a deep breathand continue. "I'm sorry I've been such a problem for you at work. Tony and Fury have talked to me about the damages for the gym and equipment. I was going to talk to Steve about not finishing the assessment since it doesn't seem to be going well," you tell her.

Then you push your chair back from the table a bit, "I didn't mean to ruin your night too. I'm sure you would have preferred to spend the time with your friends."

"You didn't ruin my night, I was actually really happy to see you were here," she says and you try not to look as shocked as you feel. She laughs nervously, "I've been wanting to talk to you but we just haven't had any time."

"Talk about what?" you ask cautiously.

"Well, for starters... you still owe me a coffee," she says with a small smile.

You laugh a little and ask, "Would you like to get coffee with me tomorrow morning?"

She nods, "Absolutely."

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metalbvcky · 2 years

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Rescued at Dusk

This has been sitting in my docs for way too long lolol. @justapinchzine needed some extra fics for Team 3 so I have this to offer! Also made a fill for the BBB: B4 - Run away with me @buckybarnesbingo

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Word/Chapter Count: 1,829 (1/1) Tags: Alternative Universe - Supernatural Elements, First Meetings, Meet-Cute, Werewolf Steve, SHIELD Agent Bucky (see full list of tags on AO3)

🌳 Summary 🌳

Bucky makes a sharp turn and rushes down a desolate trail, not giving a damn that his carelessness might attract some predators. Panic begins to settle in his mind, sounds becoming louder as he runs in a haste. A tree limb snaps in the distance, followed by a snarl.

His ears are still ringing from the rumble of the battle, which might explain why he’s hearing things.

Unless something is actually out there.

“You're my mate."

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#stucky fanfiction #stucky fanfic #stevebucky fanfic #stucky #stevebucky #stucky au #steve rogers x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x steve rogers #werewolf steve rogers #shield agent bucky barnes #writing tag

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littlebird616 · 2 years

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YOOO orginal part 23, because tiktok can’t handle it 🖐🏼

#marvel #mcu #pov #tfatws #captain america #bucky barnes #avengers #falcon and the winter soldier #winter soldier #bucky barns x you #daisy johnson #agents of shield

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winksasleeplesseye · 2 years

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Superlunary

chapter warnings: none

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

Chapter Summary: Having escaped Hydra once again, Bucky takes Laela to a place of refuge but not without calling in some reinforcements.

Chapter 2: Coalescence

Shelbyville, Indiana

“You know, I love to help you anywhere I can, but why do we have to do it out here ?” Daisy questioned Bucky, slapping what seemed to be another mosquito within minutes of slapping another. Laela, Daisy and Bucky all stood together in the garage of Bucky’s childhood home—well, Daisy and Laela stood while Bucky sat almost without a care on a table—waiting for the arrival of three more people.

“What’s the matter? Feeling out of your element?” He chuckled, a lopsided grin on his face.

“Barely, I just think this could be done indoors , perhaps? Or maybe at the Compound?” Daisy didn’t fail to remind her and Bucky that she had the Quinjet flying around the skies, invisible of course. Perks of working for the government, Laela guesses.

“I’m starting to agree with Daisy on this, I have bites on bites, Barnes,” Laela slapped at a mosquito yet again. She also felt a tad bit hot but put that down to the sweltering heat in this state. After last night’s events, they had spent about three hours (maybe two, if Laela considered just how much of a speed demon Bucky was on his bike) just getting here. Bucky wasted no time in calling in Daisy, whom Laela found was quite the character.

In the lull of it all, she found that whatever flowed through her veins was at bay for now but she wasn’t sure how long she could hold it off.

Almost as if on cue, a sleek, black Audi pulls up. It sticks out like a sore thumb against the rather tranquil, idyllic scenery of this neighborhood. If they were going for inconspicuous, they failed miserably. As promised, three people slowly disembarked themselves from the car. One of which stood out to Laela as Captain America. Sam Wilson. Another being Iron Man. Tony Stark.

A blonde haired woman was with them. Laela couldn’t place her to save her life.

“Barnes, please tell me I haven’t wasted my time coming to hillbilly country,” Tony seemed to tease him.

“It doesn’t hurt to get out of the city once in a while, Stark. I wouldn’t have called if this wasn’t important.”

Tony seemed to pause, then looked Laela up and down. “Who’s the new blood?”

“This ‘new blood’ is why you’re here,” Her words coming out snippier than intended. “I’m sorry, this seems like as good a time as any to introduce myself. Laela Gray.”

At the mention of her last name, Tony makes a face. “Gray. That name. It’s familiar, have we met before?”

“I don’t mean to be rude, but can we get to the point?”

“Which is? I’m assuming you didn’t bring me here just to meet someone?”

“I didn’t think that far ahead, Tony. I thought maybe you’d know,” Bucky said. He wore a smile, but it came across as more of a grimace. Sam lets out a scoff, a small laugh afterwards.

“You never fail to impress me, man. I mean, really, I’ve never met such a small mind inside such a big head,” Sam chuckles a bit, but it seems less out of amusement and more annoyance than anything.

“I know a place I can shove yours-“

“Settle down, boys. In all the squabbling, we forgot to properly introduce ourselves,” The blonde woman cut them both off. She has a commanding presence about her.

“Sharon,” she offered a hand to shake,” it’s a pleasure to meet you, Laela.”

Once things had settled, they finally moved inside. Bucky’s kitchen table became the base of operations. Holograms and files projected throughout the kitchen. Tony took a sample of blood at Laela’s urging, the sooner she knew what the hell was put inside her, the better.

“Let’s start with some recent intel. Should be of use to us,” Sharon prepared the files to look at. “while it’s no surprise that Hydra still has cells after the Triskelion, the Decimation or Blip depending on who you’re asking and the reappearance of said blipped individuals.” Sharon briefly looked in Laela’s direction.

“Not too long ago, we had readings of an energy signature knocking out the power in a 25 mile radius. Agent Davis reported her findings to Fury, acting director of SWORD.”

Nick Fury was a familiar name to anyone who kept close watch over anything the Avengers did. As far as Laela knew, he disappeared off the map some years ago so to hear them utter his name so freely must’ve meant his disappearance was no disappearance at all. In fact, the more Laela began learning about this stuff, the weirder and needlessly complex it got. But honestly, was anything so weird when you lived in a world like this?

“Of course, we couldn’t do much with it, considering we didn’t know what it was. Until now,” Sam added, the file Laela handed off to Bucky strewn across the table. Images of the machine, chemicals, and overall strange occult images but she really couldn’t connect them.

Laela tried her hardest to ignore the looped videos. They weren’t grotesque but just seeing what she had been reduced to in Hydra’s hands was more than enough to turn her stomach.

“I can try to explain as much as I can, but I’m still trying to piece things together.”

Laela started from the last thing she remembered before she ended up there. In the middle of her explanation, a voice that sounds almost human interrupts.

“Boss? Got the results from Miss Gray’s blood test.”

“That was quick.”

“You must not know Tony’s tech then,” Bucky says.

“Shall I relay the results, sir?” The voice asked.

“Go ahead, Friday.”

“Miss Gray’s cells have changed significantly over time. I compared the old results, pulled from lab records and found CMBR in her newest blood draw.” A side by side image displayed in the middle of the table, Laela can easily tell it’s her blood cells but Friday is right, the cells do not match at all. Somehow, Laela isn’t as freaked out as she thought she’d be...just curious.

“CMBR?”

“Cosmic Microwave Background Radiation.”

“But that isn’t all, Miss Gray’s DNA in her genetic code is predisposed for mutation.”

“That’s nice and all but what about this purple stuff coming out of my hands?” The ‘purple stuff’ as Laela so eloquently calls it sets her hands alight for a brief moment, emphasizing her point.

“Friday, I imagine that last bit of information can explain the purple stuff, right?”

“Unfortunately, no. The energy signature does not match any in my extensive database. Further research is required.”

Laela scoffs. “So, we’re back to square one, great.”

“Not necessarily, have you used this power recently?”

“You mean other than turning a bunch of Hydra scientists into plant food? No.”

“Why don’t you?”

“Did you not just hear me say turning into plant food? I don’t want to risk hurting anyone.”

“Laela, the best way forward is to learn them safely and the best place to do that would be at Avengers Compound. Come on, you’ll love it, kid! State of the art tech, a lap pool, a screening room, a gym, it’ll be like staying at a Four Seasons except with a bunch of superheroes.”

“Tony, I don’t think mentioning living with complete strangers to her is the least bit appealing.” Bucky pointed out, though Laela didn’t speak it aloud, she found herself disagreeing with him. Sure, these people were complete and utter strangers if Laela really dug deep but few got to really be up close and personal with the heroes who sought to protect everyone. Only a lunatic would pass this up.

“Technically, we’re all a bunch of strangers to her,” Daisy piped up, already stating the obvious to which Sam, Sharon and even Bucky rolled their eyes.

“Like you were complaining once you ransacked the fridge, Buck,” Sam spoke with a smirk, already knowing more than he would let Laela in on. Her eyes darted between the two briefly. Bucky’s brows knit together, clearly aimed towards Sam, annoyance flashed across his face.

These are the people best equipped to save the world?

“That was one time, Sam.”

While everyone at the table seemed to bicker amongst themselves, Laela went inward. Instead focusing on weighing the options. She wondered why she hadn’t done so earlier but now seemed as good a time as any. The words of her mother could be heard clearly in her head saying, “If the pros far outweigh the cons, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Of course, those very words had gotten her into some trouble before. But not like this. Though she didn’t know him quite so well, she could tell that not everyone would agree with Tony ( if only you knew, Laela, if only you knew) but somehow she was agreeing with him. Not properly studying these powers could be dangerous.

So with her mind made up, she cut through the childish bickering with a simple, “Alright, I’m in.”

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Avengers Compound

To say things went at a breakneck pace is an understatement. Tony did not mess around when it came to stuff like this. Laela was just content in the moments where she wasn’t being poked and prodded like a lab rat yet again, but she could be forgiving considering the room Stark had her set up in. It was all he promised and a little more.

But still, Laela couldn’t recall running into a single Avenger, at least, not yet anyways. Minus Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. She always kind of imagined meeting the Avengers would be a bit more...exciting? Granted, there were no world ending level threats—at least not to her knowledge—that required them to all be here.

She’d give it a couple more weeks before this place would be crawling with activity.

Just as Laela decided a walk was just what she needed, Friday announced she had a visitor at her door. She shuffles towards the door hoping to shoo whoever it is away for more alone time with Netflix. The first thing she sees is an arm, a vibranium one at that, and an illegally tight henley.

Laela didn’t realize how hard she was staring until Bucky cleared his throat, and she swears there’s a brief twitch of his lip. She wishes the heat rising from her cheeks would disappear as she puts on a nice smile for him.

“As much as I hate to disturb you,” Bucky spoke. “There's someone who wants to meet you.”

“I swear to God, if it’s another scientist friend of Tony that has come to poke me like they’re some acupunctur-“

He cuts her off with a gesture, “Not that kind of meeting. Now, come on, you don’t want to keep him waiting.”

“Him?” Great. Just the lone taco in a sausage party, yet again.

Laela stays right on Bucky’s heels as he leads her through hallway after hallway in the Compound. She wasn’t quite sure if she should start a conversation, so she kept her eyes focused in front of her and tried not to glance over at the supersoldier. He wasn’t the talkative type, that’s for sure. She had been itching for the chance to really thank him. Hell, if she hadn’t reached out for his help, she wouldn’t know what her next moves were.

She shuddered at the thought of having to squat at another halfway house, the stomach pangs, and especially the grimy feeling you couldn’t ever wash away even after showering constantly. Laela never thought she’d get rid of the smell of stale cigarettes and sweat off her skin.

“Miss Gray, I hope Stark’s accommodations have been to your liking?” Nick Fury stands before Laela in a little leather number and a matching eye patch. Somehow, she thought she’d be about as giddy as a kid on Christmas morning but given his expression, she finds it’s probably in bad taste to act too excited.

She shrugs instead, “I’m not complaining.”

Fury nods and smiles briefly, “Good, good. Now, I think it’s time to discuss the incident that occurred in Langley.”

Laela shook her head, trying to not relive the events all over again. The pain, the bright flash of amethyst, and…

No, don’t think about it too much. She brushed aside the eerie feeling brought on by the topic and swallowed down whatever wanted to rise to the surface. The last thing she wanted was to unleash whatever this power was on people who just want to help her understand.

“What about it?”

“How did HYDRA get you?”

Laela explained her story again to Fury, except in a little more detail. She could remember clearly now how it all occurred. Her father had disappeared months prior to the Blip, both her and her mother were aimless and fruitless in their searches for him. So, Laela did what she did best and threw herself back into her studies.

It just so happened that day was the day HYDRA decided to strike and took her in broad daylight. Then came the experimenting, but Laela couldn’t think about that just yet. It was too recent but she knew for a fact that she was one of those who disappeared. Except she didn’t get so lucky as to return “safe”.

In back of her mind, she wished she didn’t come back. In fact, she was becoming a little annoyed that all the Avengers had done for her so far is question her.

She glared at Fury, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you guys have any plans at all? I mean, what if they try to get me back?”

Fury laughed at her briefly, and answered her. “One thing you’ll have to know, Miss Gray, is that the Avengers always have plans. So many plans, contingencies, backups that’ll make your pretty little head spin.”

“Do any of those include training me? You said it yourself after seeing Langley, if I don’t learn it, it’s likely that will happen again.”

“Maximoff’s a little busy right now. Until she is no longer busy, I think Barnes, Rogers and Romanoff can teach you the basics. How’s that for a plan?”

Laela lets out something between a scoff and a chuckle. “Beats being a lab rat 24/7, that’s for damn sure.”

“Meanwhile, I’ll keep Stark and Banner on your father’s research. Seems the most logical place to start, considering Stark seems fond of his work.”

Laela had forgotten that detail, the second she mentioned that once upon a time her father was a S.H.I.E.L.D researcher, Tony seemed to finally connect the dots at her name. Tony sounded pretty certain—a lot more certain than Laela was, actually, that his research helped shape some of Tony’s best inventions. While she was happy for him--well, as reasonably happy as anyone could be for a billionaire named Tony Stark-- to re-realize that fact of his own life, she couldn’t feel the same about it. Her father never really divulged the details of his research so she was never quite sure of what the hell he worked on.

She knew the surface level detail but never was given the opportunity to be let in deeper. Could she have asked more of him? Would he have told her anything? It’d remain one of the biggest regrets of her life.

At her exit, she notices Bucky in her peripheral vision.

“I didn’t peg you for the nosy type, Barnes,” Laela swiveled her head to look at him and was surprised to see a smirk on his face. She assumed that people in this place wouldn’t have much to smile at anymore. She even assumed that Bucky didn't have a muscle in his body that would allow him to smile. Sam told her only a few days prior that being around Bucky could be equally interesting and annoying at the same time.

Likening him to a puzzle or Rubik’s cube, all the pieces and all the colors just didn’t match up for her yet about him.

“I think the word you’re looking for is observant, Gray.” He crossed his arms over his chest, the smirk still ever present. “Besides, I’m a gentleman, it’s only right that since I brought you over here that I walk you back to your room.”

“I’ll be fine, don’t you have avenging business or something to do?” She asks, a quirk in her brow and little smirk to rival his.

“I was being nosy and heard that Fury wants me to train you so technically you’re my avenging business now.”

“He said us, plural. Not just you, Bucket,” she pointed out with a smirk. “Now, when do I meet the OG Cap and Black Widow?”

If there was one thing that would make this whole ordeal worth it, it’d be meeting them. She couldn’t understand why she had such a deep interest in these heroes. She certainly wouldn’t have imagined being amongst their ranks, still. That’s where her and her parents differed--surprisingly--well, her father and mother differed. She just went along with whoever she’d favor at that moment.

Elias Gray regaled tales of world mythologies, fascinated by the powers they possessed amongst other things. Tyana couldn’t understand the fascination and was often the more level-headed about things. Laela still couldn’t fathom how the two ever made things work.

“Don’t let Sam hear you say that, you might hurt his feelings.” He says plainly, before rolling his eyes at the name. “And don’t call me Bucket, you can’t make a nickname from another nickname.”

“He’s a big boy, he’ll be fine,” Laela laughed from where she stood. “So just James then?”

“Please, no, Bucky is just fine.”

“Okay, Bucky. So, training?”

“5 am.”

Laela’s face drops. “Are you psychopaths? Who gets up at 5 am?”

“ OG Cap and Black Widow do. Do you want to meet them or not?”

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Laela tried to hide her eyes from the god awful brightness coming from the digital numbers on the alarm clock. She remembered the last time she got up this early was for school, which she always compared to prison. Being up before the morning light, the frumpy uniforms, and the annoying classmates. Bucky, true to his word, came to Laela’s room to make sure she was up at exactly 4:45.

Well, at least one thing could be said for waking up early, she didn’t have to wear that ugly uniform anymore and she’d get to meet Captain America.

Well, the former Captain America, at least.

He’s just as the pictures showed him to be, a blonde, blue-eyed All American boy and just as commanding as Laela imagined he’d be. And the same could be said for Black Widow. Mysterious, fiery red hair and an almost mischievous smirk ever present on her face, like she knew something about others but wouldn’t let on exactly what.

Their introductions are short, with Steve being more formal than necessary by addressing Laela by Miss Gray and ma’am within the first few minutes of speaking. Laela hated being addressed so formally but she could forgive him, to be fair, she’d already slipped up and referred to him as Captain within that same few minutes.

“I think you know we won’t go easy on you,” Steve spoke as they moved to the training mats.

“I’d be a little insulted if you felt you had to-“

In one swoop, Laela is sprawled out on the floor, lungs grasping at what air they could get and the ceiling above her blurring a bit. She kind of missed being snuggled in her bed now. How exactly did this teach anything? Other than how unprepared for fighting she was?

“You know, when they said men from the 40s swept women off their feet, this is not what I envisioned,” She groans out, the air barely coming back into her lungs. She could just barely make out in her vision Bucky snickering into his palm next to Natasha off to the side. Hardy har har, Barnes, you’ll get yours soon enough.

“Steve wouldn’t know a thing about that, his interaction with the opposite sex is limited,” Natasha seems to tease him as she offers a hand to Laela. “But don’t worry, he’ll have the training wheels off soon enough.”

“Shit.” Laela yelped, as the rest of her body seemed to realize little to no preparation for training to fight in any form had very real consequences on one’s body. Not that Laela didn’t know a few things from taking some boxing lessons, but she’s never really been a fighter.

Except maybe that one time in fifth grade, one of her classmates, Vanya was her name, had said something to piss her off and with all her might, she threw back her arm and sent it straight back into her stomach. It sent her doubling over and earned Laela the one, and only, detention she ever had.

This was no schoolyard fight in the slightest.

“I think that’s enough-“

Laela smiled and shook her head. “Eh, we just started. Give me a few hours and I’ll be a natural.”

At first, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Laela is, in fact, not a natural. A few knocked out teeth and bruising later, it’s almost like she’d known these moves all her life.

Another strange factor to this power was the healing. She only noticed it two days after her arrival to the compound. She hadn’t mentioned it, finding it was more of an advantage rather than another thing to worry about.

“Good job. You’re no Steve yet, but you’ll get there,” Natasha says.

“Yeah, well,” Laela managed to say, “Thanks for the review, I guess.”

Natasha’s response is overtaken by shouting and the furious, almost urgent stomping. Someone, who Laela finds out is Tony, grabs her arm and practically rips her arm off as he tugs her away from the training room.

Why did it seem like Laela was being taken from disaster to disaster?

#bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes x reader #daisy johnson #agents of shield #tony stark x reader #sam wilson x reader #sharon carter x reader #avengers x oc

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