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sarahowritesostucky · 2 months
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📖"Temporary Custody"
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky
Word Count: 3399
Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange
Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.
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Trigger warnings: This story contains background/minor themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, self-harm, and alcohol abuse.
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Series Masterpost for all chapters
2. Hazelnut Ganache Tart
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Mary does sober up during her shift.
She feels kind of miserable, so she’s thankful that it’s a slow Monday. She’s also vaguely ashamed of how she’d shown up to work. It’s a new low, even for her. And then someone had seen her and called her out on it. It’s mortifying.
The encounter with Bucky preoccupies her thoughts all day, and she winds up burning a batch of croissants as she daydreams. She’s more careful after that, taking extra care with the assembly of her hazelnut ganache tarts.
Focusing on the intricate details of the pastries, on executing them perfectly, helps her to calm down and forget about the embarrassing encounter. For a little while at least. Alcohol would be better, and by the time she’s clocking out she’s already thinking about getting home so she can have the relief of a drink.
Or ten.
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If anything, she throws back the first few even faster than usual, eager to wipe the memory of what’d happened that morning out of her mind.
Bucky, she thinks acerbically. What a stupid name.
And the nerve of him! To just assume those things about her. Has that loser never seen somebody hungover at work before? It's quite the presumptuous leap from that to … submissive.
‘Dominant’. Mary rolls her eyes. He could’ve just been making it up. Probably was. She’s certainly never met anybody who’s just come out and announced it the way he had. What a bizarre thing to do. It’s not like it’s something people go around broadcasting. It’s … well it’s a mental disorder, isn’t it?
They’d mentioned it in her Psych101 class back in college, but she’d dropped out before that semester was halfway through. Unable to help herself, she pulls out her phone and googles “Dominant,” then navigates to the Wikipedia page on “Dominant and Submissive Personality Disorder.” She winds up getting sucked into reading about it. But as soon as the article starts talking about the submissive subsection, she closes the browser in discomfort. 
She remembers back to the encounter with that guy—Bucky. He hadn’t seemed like there was anything wrong with him (other than being bossy and intrusive as fuck).  But where the heck did he get off throwing out psych diagnoses at total strangers? Mary's cheeks grow hot the more she thinks about his cocksure attitude and the pitying way he’d looked at her.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Doll.” 
She remembers how he’d spoken to her, how he’d called her out on her behavior and spoken so assuredly, like he could see right into her. Like he knew all her secrets. It’d been unnerving.
Her pulse quickens as she thinks about it. The way his big hand had felt, wrapped so securely around her wrist. And how he’d squeezed her wrist—slowly, gently.
“Oh, honey. I think you are.” 
Fuck, it’d made her knees go weak.
Sighing, she takes the bottle of vodka and her glass to the couch and plops down, using the remote to turn the tv onto YouTube. She starts up a playlist that she can lose herself in—music videos, stuff from all the tv shows she likes, edits, fail compilations, whatever. Maybe it’s pathetic that this is how she spends most nights, but there’s no one that she has to impress. And she can’t bear the feeling of being alone in her brain otherwise. At least this way everything is warm and entertaining. She pours herself a little more, throwing off the ratio of vodka to ginger ale, but the taste doesn't bother her nearly as much once she's on the third or fourth drink.
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The bottle’s half empty, and she wonders if she’ll finish it. She’ll be drunk again at work tomorrow morning, if she does. Yikes. She’ll stop after two more. One more. Two more.
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The bottle’s three-quarters empty and an Adam Lambert music video is blasting on the tv. He really is the most underappreciated vocalist of his generation! And he’s got such nice makeup, too …
Maybe she won’t even go to work tomorrow, Mary thinks manically. They don’t appreciate her there anyway. Maybe she’ll just stay here and drink the rest of this and enjoy herself until… until…
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The bottle’s empty and the party’s in full swing. No worries though, she thinks, she’s got some of that nasty cheap rum in the back of the pantry. Blecgh. She orders DoorDash that she doesn’t really have the money to be wasting on, puts on makeup while lip syncing to the tv, and thinks about calling Chase to tell him what a loser he is and how glad she is that they broke up. Haven’t had to use this concealer to cover up anything but acne in over a year.
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Rum isn’t so bad when you mix it with orange juice!
She gets on a depressing video kick. She bemoans the state of politics, then society, the world, her life. She goes through all the old pictures in her phone and gets pissed at the ones with Chase in them. She imagines running into her ex somewhere random, with a super hot new boyfriend on her arm. She imagines the dumbstruck expression he’d have on his face, and how she’d introduce her way-hotter new boyfriend to him. 
Ohmygosh, Chase! How’ve you been?! Oh me? I’m doing great. This is Bucky, he’s a surgeon-slash-green beret-slash-musician. Ha! Yeah well we just got back from two months in the Bahamas, so that’s why we’re so tan. 
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It’s the rum, Mary decides. It makes her sad. She stops feeling fun and happy, and starts feeling lonely and morose. She finds the cardboard sleeve that Bucky had written that phone number on. Hell no, she’s not calling it. She’s got the internet. There’s tons of info online about this stuff that she can look up. Besides, it’s just curiosity. She’s not like him. She's not like that.
She googles BDSM disorder and clicks on the first search result, which winds up being porn. That’s a mistake, but then she decides to watch the porn anyway, because it’s sexy—plus, it's sort of educational, right?
The porn starts making her even more sad. She stares at the paper cup sleeve in her hand while some girl gets the tar beat out of her backside. The last video had been an over-the-lap spanking video—Mary had liked that one. But this doesn’t look nice at all. Especially when the guy switches to hitting her with a friggin’ stick. 
Is this the sort of stuff Bucky likes to do? Jeez.
She has the receipt that Bucky wrote his own number on, too. On impulse, she pulls out her phone and starts to enter a new contact. 
“Asshole Dom Bucky,” she mumbles as she types the words and saves the new contact number with a giggle. It takes more than one try, her fingers not hitting the right keys very often, but she gets it done. 
She comes very, very close to calling Bucky, but winds up calling the hotline phone number instead at the last minute. She’ll whine and cry to them instead, she thinks. At least they’re strangers. She can tell them anything. It’s confidential, anonymous. They can’t tell anyone what she says.
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A woman picks up the phone and greets her in a calm, friendly voice.
“Hello, my name is Sharon. I’m a volunteer counselor at the National Submissive Crisis Intervention Hotline.”
“Whatever,” Mary slurs. She is so drunk. She gulps more of her rum and OJ, thinks about going and getting the little razor blade that she only thinks about picking up when she’s wasted. Sometimes it feels nice to do something outrageous when she’s this sad. Nobody can stop her from it, and that feels nice, too. “M’not having a crisis,” she mumbles.
“Okay,” Sharon says, voice still so pleasant and accommodating. “What’s your name?”
“Mary.”
“Okay Mary. I’m glad you called. Would you like to talk to me about what you’re going through? We can talk about anything you’d like.”
“I’m not a freak,” Mary blurts out. “You know? Submissive, or whatever. I’m not. M’normal.”
“Okay,” Sharon says calmly. “Well just so you know, I’m not here to judge. I’m on the spectrum myself.”
Mary blows air through her teeth disdainfully—though deep down, she guesses it’s nice to know that. "So what," she mutters. "You're like, a submissive?
“I’m actually dominant, but I’m not going to do anything to try and boss you around or control you. I’m just here to listen to and support you.” 
“Oh.” She looks down at her glass, feeling like she doesn’t even want to finish drinking it. She’s tired … And sad. “Kay,” she mumbles. “Well I’m not. Like that.”
“You don’t think you have a designation disorder."
Designation disorder, pfft. Mary scoffs again. “Yeah, no.”
“Then why did you call tonight? Do you need someone to talk to?”
She grumbles unintelligibly, then repeats herself when the woman on the phone prompts her. “Some guy just gave me this number. He said that I was.”
“He said that you were what, Honey?”
“… Submissive.” She says the word quietly, embarrassed of it. “But what does he know, right?” She huffs. “Fucking stranger. He doesn’t know me.”
“Okay. What are you going through tonight?” Sharon asks, still sounding kind but also mildly worried. “Do you want to talk about that? About what made you call the hotline?”
Mary sniffles, feeling stupid. She’s suddenly tearing up and she doesn’t even know why. She wipes her eyes hastily and takes another big sip of her drink. “I’m drinking,” she says tearfully, bluntly, expecting to be scolded for it. "M'drunk."
“Okay,” Sharon says. She doesn’t sound mad. “Okay Mary, are you by yourself right now?”
“Yeah. M’in my apartment.”
“Okay. Okay. … Do you drink alone there often?”
Oh. That hits hard for some reason, and suddenly Mary’s crying, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to hold back a sob.
“Mary? Are you there, Honey?”
Honey. Mary cries harder. That's what Bucky had called her. She likes hearing it, but also she feels desperately sad because it reminds her about how she’s all alone and doesn’t have someone to call her ‘Honey’ or ‘Doll’ or ‘good girl’. And nobody’s ever spanked her over their lap, either. 
“Mary?”
“Yeah,” she says, voice all choked up. “Yeah, m’here.”
“Okay. Good.” Mary can hear the sound of typing on the other end of the line. “How are you feeling Mary? Do you think we could make a plan together? Maybe drink some water and get you ready for bed? It’s late. You must be tired, huh?” 
Mary sniffles. “Um,”
“It’d make me so happy if we could make a plan, Mary. Would you do that for me?” 
“... Yeah.”
“Oh, that’s so great. Good girl.”
Mary’s face crumples. She’s not a good girl. She’s not good at all! 
Sharon hears her crying harder and asks worriedly what’s wrong. “Mary,” she says, voice sharper—stern-sounding. “Mary, you need to talk to me and tell me what’s happening.” 
“Sh-sharon?” Mary cries. “What I tell you is private, right? You won’t tell anyone or report me, will you?”
“... The goal is to keep you safe, Honey. I’m here to help you do that,” Sharon says. “You can tell me anything you want to. I’m here to listen, remember?”
She sounds so kind and caring, so steady, and it makes Mary want to tell her everything. It’s been so hard, not having anyone to talk to. And anyway she’s already crying at this point, and it feels good in that way that crying sometimes does, so she might as well. It’s confidential.
She takes a deep breath, takes another big gulp from her glass, and starts spilling her guts to this stranger named Sharon over the phone.
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Bucky’s phone rings early in the morning. He groans as he wakes up, grumpily reaching for it. He peeks at the red numbers of the alarm clock over on Steve’s side of the bed: 4:30 AM. 
If this is a robocall this early in the morning, he’s going to be tempted to commit capital murder. “Hello?” he rasps.
“Hello. Is this, um … ‘Bucky’?”
It’s a man’s voice. Bucky squints blearily up at the bedroom’s popcorn ceiling. “Yeah? Who is this?”
“Sir, my name is Officer Santiago with the New York Police Department. I’m calling from Holy Cross Hospital.”
“Hospital?” Bucky says, more alert at hearing that. “You’re a cop?” Why is a cop calling him? Bucky can’t think of a good reason.
“Yes Sir.”
He sits up in the bed. Beside him, Steve starts waking up, too. “Mmph, who is it?” he asks sleepily.
“What’s happened?” Bucky asks, dread already curling in his gut, imagining who could be hurt or dead at the hospital that they’re calling him at this hour …
“We have a woman here,” the officer says. “She called a crisis hotline. The operator was worried about her safety, she contacted us.”
“Those hotlines are supposed to be confidential,” Bucky growls.
“She was making threats of self harm. We had to pick her up. We’ve got her down here at the E.R. at Holy Cross. Involuntary hold.”
“Wait a minute ... What was the hotline she called?” Bucky asks, as the thought occurs to him and he hopes he’s wrong. “It wasn’t a D/s hotline, was it?” 
Beside him in the bed, Steve is grimacing and rubbing his eyes. “Babe?”
“Some submissive crisis line, yeah,” the officer says. 
Bucky’s heart sinks. The woman from the coffee shop yesterday. “Mary,” he murmurs, remembering how neat and cute her handwriting was on her nametag and on the side of his to-go cup. “Shit,” he says.
“She’s stable. She has minor self-inflicted injuries but nothing life threatening. We found your number in her phone.” Here is where the officer starts to sound uneasy. “You’re listed here as her, um … her Dom.”
“I … am?” Bucky’s eyebrows climb his forehead. He hadn’t thought the girl would keep his cell number, let alone save him as a contact. He’d thought he’d pissed her off, that she was too proud, too mortified.
“Babe, who is it?” Steve asks, awake now and frowning at Bucky in concern. He can tell something’s wrong. Bucky shushes him with a gesture and Steve’s face flashes with annoyance. Bucky gives him an apologetic wince.
“Specifically, you’re listed under ‘Asshole Dom Bucky’.” The officer clears his throat uncomfortably. “She wouldn’t give us a number to call, and department policy is to contact designation partners, if possible.”
Bucky opens his mouth to tell the officer that he’s not Mary’s partner, that he doesn’t even really know her. But he stops himself, thinking about what happens to subs who get dragged into the E.R. and go unclaimed. “I … yeah,” he hedges. “Yeah, that’s me.” After an awkward pause and feeling guilty for the lie, he checks, “You said she’s okay?”
“Yes. She’s pretty upset, and intoxicated. But the doctor checked her out and said she’s okay. Well … physically-speaking,” he adds awkwardly. “They’re ready to admit her.”
“Psych unit?”
“Yeah.”
Bucky sighs. “No. That’s not good. It’d be better if I came and got her.”
“Okay.” The officer sounds relieved. “She uh, she’s pretty upset.”
“Yeah, you’ve said that,” Bucky says. “What does that mean? Is she frantic?”
“She’s angry,” the officer says, and it sounds like he’s trying to keep his voice low now. Bucky wonders if Mary is somewhere in the near vicinity of the officer. “Drunk and super pissed. Belligerent.”
“Is she restrained right now?” Bucky asks, worried.
“Yeah. Cuffed to the bed.”
Bucky grits his teeth. “She shouldn’t be restrained by a stranger. It’s not healthy for her. Can't you just watch her?”
“Sorry Sir, that’s our policy when we bring in the involuntary cases. We have to do it.”
Bucky is already up and heading to the closet to grab clothes. “Okay,” he says curtly. “I’m coming to get her. I’ll be there within the hour.”
The officer thanks him and Bucky hangs up. He looks back at Steve, who is propped up on his side and staring at him in something close to shock. 
“Buck, what the hell?”
Bucky winces and goes back to the bed. He climbs up and takes Steve’s hand. Steve isn’t on the spectrum, but his dynamic with Bucky has always been more on the subservient side. Bucky sees that he’s not mad, is just waiting for an explanation, so he takes a breath and tells him, “You remember the woman I told you about? The one at the coffee shop?”
Steve nods. “The lemon tarts.”
“Yeah, her. She’s in the hospital. A psych hold, that was the NYPD on the phone. Somehow they think I’m her Dom, and she’s being difficult. Won’t give ‘em a name of anybody they can release her to.”
“Oh, man.” Steve is well-educated on the intricacies of Designated people: He’s married to one, after all.
“Baby.” Bucky rubs the back of Steve’s hand. “I have to go get her.”
“You don’t ‘have’ to,” Steve corrects. He looks at Bucky knowingly. “But you want to, don’t you?”
Bucky doesn’t know whether to feel embarrassed or not. “I … yeah. I want to.” He and Steve have talked about the possibility of bringing another person into their marriage one day, a submissive to meet Bucky’s needs. Steve has always been open to the idea, especially since they’re both bisexual.
“We gonna try and make that work out?” 
Bucky scoffs. “That’s way down the road.”
“But it would be good for you too, wouldn’t it?” 
He shrugs, and then admits, “Yeah, probably.” Bucky’s what’s known as a ‘high needs’ dominant. The condition affects him more severely than it does others. He tries to figure out if Steve is at all upset by what they’re discussing. “It’s crazy, I know,” he says. “Not exactly what we always talked about. We don’t even know her.”
“But she’s in trouble,” Steve says. “And you were drawn to her.”
Bucky sighs. “Yeah. I don’t think she has anyone else to go to. And they’re talking about admitting her to the psych unit.”
“That’s not good, is it?”
“No. They won’t have the knowledge to help her. Places like that tend to use meds first and ask questions second.” He sees Steve’s wince and nods. “It could definitely make things worse.”
“What’s wrong with her? Subdrop?”
“I don’t know. Cop said she was self-harming and drinking. That’s all I know so far.”
Steve nods. “Can I go with you?” he looks hopeful and ready to jump into action, and Bucky is surprised—even though he knows he shouldn’t be.
“Babe, you want to do this? Bring her home? Take care of her?”
Steve nods, stalwart. “We should try. It’s the best option she has. If it works out, great. And if not … well we can get her the help she needs, at least.”
Bucky nods. Steve is on-board. He doesn’t think this is stupid, or crazy. Bucky’s chest swells with affection for him. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, that’s right.”
Steve leans over and kisses him on the mouth. “I trust you,” he says. “And I love you.”
Bucky smiles, stupidly in-love with his husband. “Love you too, Stevie.”
They kiss once more, and then Steve is pulling back and clapping his hands together. “Alright! Let’s get going if we’re really doing this.” He hefts himself out of the bed, moving with purpose. “She’s waiting for us.”
Us, Bucky thinks happily, realizing that it’s true: They’re husbands—soulmates, in his opinion. They’re partners, an inseparable unit ever since the day they got married, and they do everything together. So it’ll be the two of them taking care of this woman together. They’ll be a team, each giving her what she needs in their own ways. And maybe it’ll go somewhere, who knows? Thinking about it makes Bucky feel settled and satisfied inside, the barest ghost of the sort of feeling he gets from domming someone.
Impulsive as it is, he’s got a hunch that this is the right decision.
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The Type You Save - F I F T E E N
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James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards
Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.
Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?
They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.
TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation
A/N: We are nearing the end!
I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated
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Previous: F O U R T E E N
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Christian Grey has always appreciated the finer things in life.  Luxurious home, top of the range car, Cristal, 25-year-old scotch, the works. A man of his status and wealth should have a standard.  Including the right woman.  
Alexandra Richards was that woman.  
He stared at the woman next to him as Nate drove, Walker beside him.  He watched as she wiped an errant tear that fell to her cheek.  She kept her face to the window, studying the country side as they drove.  She didn’t bother asking where they were going, they would never tell her.  
“Pet, would you like some water?”  
“No, thank you.”  
“Alexandra, you need to eat or drink something.”  
“Not if I want to die, Mr. Grey.”  Her tone remained even, never looking away from the window.  
Grey grounded his teeth, wanting to force her to drink.  But he waited, allowing her emotions.  She was different than his pet from before.  She was strong, independent before.  Now she was despondent, fragile.  A mother.  She was in mourning for the loss of her son.  He would try and change that soon but for now, he needed to break her and change her back to the woman she was.  
His Alexandra.  
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James watched from the doorway of his sleeping son’s room, observing his little body as it curled around his teddy bear.  He knew the sleep was from exhaustion, having to have explained to his son that his mother wasn’t going to be here for a while. He was a momma’s boy through and through.  He closed the door softly and back into the empty apartment.   
Steve was still tracking Alex.  He almost laughed to himself again.  He went to their bedroom and to his side table.  He lifted the necklace from its place.  The duplicate he had switched in Alex’s jewelry box was damn near perfect.  Either she had noticed and didn’t say anything or she was losing her touch.  Either way, the switch had allowed a tiny tracker to be embedded with her.  That’s why Steve was on the hunt.  
After searching for Zemo at his home and secondary office, it was painfully clear that he had been the mole for some time now.  It was too coincidental that Walker had found Alex so quickly. The APB was out for everyone. All he could do now was wait.  His phone went off.  
Stark: He’s still tracking.  They’ve almost made it to Tahoe  Barnes: ok   Stark: We’ll find her  Barnes: I know.  Just bring my son’s mother home to him.   Barnes: Bring her back to me 
James laid down and clutched her pillow.  It still smelled like her.  Of strawberries and roses, of her. Finally, twelve hours after she disappeared, he cried.  
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Alex jolted awake as the car slowed to a stop.  She looked around in the darkness, unsure of where she was. She could make out the outline of trees in the moonlight but after that, she had no clue.  Until she turned to see a house. It was out of a movie.  Stark white, wrap around porch with large windows.  Nate and Walker were already out of the car and walking up while Grey was studying her as she took in the home.  “What do you think?” 
“It’s a beautiful home.”  She wouldn’t lie.  
“Good.” Grey gave her a smile.  “I built it for you.”  
“For me?” 
“You had a house, similar to this, in that notebook you used to have.  Your journal.  I found it after you left and wanted to have something ready for you when you came back.”  
“I didn’t come back.  You kidnapped me.”  
“You left voluntarily.”  
“To save my husband and son.”  
“Your husband?” Grey sneered.  “Your husband is nothing compared to me.”  
“My husband is a thousand times the man you will ever be.”  
Grey reached and grabbed her by the hair, and she squealed in pain.  “Listen to me Alexandra.  You are mine now. You made your choice.” He pulled a little harder and she whimpered.  “I do miss that sound pet.”  
“Please, stop.”  
“No.”  He opened the car door and dragged her out.  She screamed and thrashed but Grey gripped her arm.  “This is your home now Alex. Let’s get you acquainted.” He pulled her up the steps.  She had no time to take in the interior as Grey marched her up to the master bedroom.  “I have clothes and toiletries in the bathroom.  There is nothing sharp or poisonous in here so don’t try.  I’ll be back.”  
Grey slammed the door closed and she heard a click as she was now locked in the room.  She sank to the floor and cried.  
Being a MIT graduate should have been something that Grey had factored into his grand scheme.  There is always something sharp or poisonous in everything. After crying, Alex got to work, taking the plastic toothbrush and using the counter to sharpen it. She just had to get past the door, and she could fight her way out. She hoped Nate would help her at some point, but she couldn’t count on that.  
Keeping her crude tool close, Alex decided to inspect the rest of the room. The windows were locked, meaning the only way was to break them, attracting unwanted attention.  Clothing in her size were in the drawers, no strings on any of them. Slip on shoes negated laces. Bastard really did think of almost everything. She heard footsteps coming and she hid the toothbrush under the pillow.  She sat against the headboard, as far away as possible.  The door opened revealing Nate.  Alex let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.  “Hey Nate.”  
“Hey Allie Cat.”  
“That’s a new one.”  
“Had time to think about it.”  He went to sit on the edge of the bed, but still blocking the door.  “I told you to run.”  
“And I told you that I couldn’t abandon my family again.”  
“Were you always this stubborn?” 
She shrugged.  “Probably.  But we were usually on the same team.”  She studied Nate.  He looked tired, worn.  “What is the plan for me Nate?” 
“The plan?  The plan.  Shit Alex, you should know the Boss by now.  He’s gonna want his pet back by his side.”  
“That’s not going to happen.”  
“He’s gonna try and break you Alex if you don’t do it willingly. This is why I told you to run.  But no, the great Cat Burglar had to do things her own way.”  Nate started to pace.  “Fuck Alex, I tried to protect you.  I found you three times before he sent Walker.  And he only sent Walker when that fucker Zemo ratted you out.”  
“Zemo?  Zemo is yours?”  
“Not mine Alex.  His.” He cupped her face.  “I’m sorry.  I’m only up here because Grey asked me to try to convince you. Just give in.  Save yourself.  If only so that you save your son, your husband from any more pain. Please Alex.”  
“I can’t,” she whispered. “I love my husband and my family. I need my family Nate.  I need them just as much as I need you. Please help me.”  
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I wish I could.” He stepped back. “I’ll do what I can for you.  But unless by some miracle you are found, you are his.”  He turned and left the room, locking it as he went.  
It was deathly quiet now. And a sob was ripped from room as Alex began to wail.  
Nate walked back downstairs, trying to ignore the sobs that were now being ripped from her chest.  His best friend.  Well former best friend after his act of betrayal.  He made it to the living room and walked past Walker and Grey.  He reached the bar cart and poured himself a drink.  He needed to feel numb now.  
“What did she say?” Grey asked, looking up from the papers he was studying.  
“That she wants to go home to her family.”  
Walker let out a sadistic laugh.  “Kitty lost her claws. What a little pussy.”  
Grey glared at Walker until the man’s face fell.  He snorted. “That’s a shame.” He looked up at the stairs.  “Let her cry it out tonight.  We start tomorrow.”  
“Start with what?” Nate looked at his boss.  
“Breaking her.”  
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Steve could hear snippets of the conversation happening in the home.  He peaked in to see the three men sitting and talking before the one with the drink threw it back and slammed it down, exiting the room. Steve picked up his phone.  
Rogers: found her  Stark: thank god. She ok?  Rogers: no idea. Security tight no clean entry or exit  Stark: fuck. Ok. I’ll reach out to local  Rogers: roger that.  
He looked around and saw the guy who left angrily now standing on the porch, hand on the railing, head bowed.  The man shuddered like he was trying to keep his emotions in. “Fucking Alex, why doesn’t she listen?” 
“She does that.”  Nate swiveled to look at Steve.  He went to reach for his weapon, but Steve drew first.  “Whoa there, sunshine.” Nate slowly raised his hands. “I think you and I are after the same thing.  To help Alex.”  
Nate cocked his head. “You’re Steve.”  
“You must be Nate. If I lower my weapon, we cool?” 
“Yeah.”  
Steve holstered his weapon. “Can they hear us in there?” 
“No, but better safe than sorry.  Garage in the back. Meet you there in five.”  Nate went back inside.  
Steve made is way around through the woods.  He waited behind until Nate called for him. “How is she?” 
“She’s scared and probably planning to do something stupid.  She’s Alex.”   
Steve huffed.  “Yeah, typical.  Look I have reinforcements coming but it will take until morning to get them here.  I need to know how I can get in there and rescue her.”  
Nate sighed.  “You’ll help with my case?” 
“For Alex, yeah I will.”  
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James was awakened by his phone a few hours later.  He reached over, the bright screen hitting his eyes causing him to squint.  
Stark: He found her  Barnes: She ok?  Stark: status undeterminable but I’ve sent locals to help  Barnes: give me the coordinates.   Stark: sent. I’m coming with.  Be there in 10 
James called Natasha.  “We found her.”  
Oh thank god.  
“I need you to come stay with Drew.”  
I’m on my way.  
James got his gear together as well as some stuff for Alex.  He crept into Drew’s room, his boy still sleeping peacefully.  “I love you Chief,” he whispered.  He slipped Alex’s necklace over his head.  “You take care of this for me and Mommy, ok?”  He kissed his head and walked out.  Nat showed.  “The documents you might need are in the safe in our closet.  Combo is 03-10-19-17.  We left some stuff for Drew when he’s older.”  
“Bucky…” 
“I’m gonna do everything I can to bring us home but just in case.  Please take care of our boy.”  
Nate hugged James hard.  “Be safe.”  
Stark knocked on the open door frame.  “Ready?” 
“Ready.”  
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The sun hadn’t risen yet when Alex was awakened by the door opening.  She held still. “Pet?” Alex reached slowly under the pillow for her toothbrush and gripped it tight. When she sensed him close, she swung, the sharp point she created cutting the skin on his arm.  “Fuck!” 
Alex rose and swung her leg around, dropping him as he gripped his forearm to stop the bleeding.  She ran to the door and down the stairs.  She could see the front door but was grabbed around the middle.  “Let me go!” 
“I see Kitty did have her claws,” Walker said in her ear as he adjusted his grip.  “And now I get to play with the Kitty.”  
Alex paled as she was held in place by Walker as Christian walked down the stairs, a towel on his arm.  “Let’s get her to the garage.  I don’t want to make a mess in the house.” Walker pulled her out and marched her to the back of the property.  
Steve and Nate were there in the shadows, waiting for the backup promised to Steve.  It was getting close to dawn when Steve heard the cries of his best friend.  He watched as Alex was dragged into the garage. “Shit. We have to get in there.” Steve and Nate both moved to pull their weapons.  
A gun cocking behind them caused them to freeze.  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Steve didn’t have time to turn before the butt of the gun hit his head and he was knocked out.  
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tilltheendwilliwrite · 6 months
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In Her Eyes
Chapter Eighteen
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Master List  /  Bucky Barnes Master List / Series Master List
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x OFC Lana Perez
Warnings: language, Bucky is a tease, all the fluff
A/N: This chapter brought to you through coffee updates by AJ. Thanks for your support, luv!
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Their absence was noted but not commented on, and when they reappeared at the party, Vision popped into existence like he'd stepped out of thin air - a trick Bucky didn't think he was capable of - and whisked Lana off. As he wanted her to teach him to dance like she could, Bucky didn't protest her loss. 
He intended to dig into what happened and was grateful for the distraction. 
Steve caught his eye, and Bucky nodded toward the door. The sappy puppy eyes he sent Isla's direction before heaving a heavy sigh and joining Bucky made him snicker. 
"You keep looking at her like that; she's gonna run for the hills," Bucky teased.
"Shut your gob," Steve grumbled. "Why do you look like you're ready to beat someone down? I mean, Ayo will apologize sincerely; she said as much."
Bucky arched a brow. 
"T'Challa noticed. He made her explain. Is Lana okay?"
"Yeah. Hurt, and now fighting even bigger feelings of inadequacy, but she'll be okay eventually." He would help her boost her confidence and keep boosting it every day for the rest of their lives.
"But that's not what I called you over here for."
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lightning-writes · 1 year
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good heart (faulty machine of a man) - masterpost
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fic summary: bucky meets someone at therapy gen tags: post endgame, pre tfatws, hurt/comfort, slow burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers, canon divergent, canon compliant, au gen gen warnings: pstd, panic attacks, character death, angst
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fmoam: bucky / bucky barnes
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flushedandruffled · 1 year
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Just some comfort for poor Bucky after a mission.
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No warnings I don’t think. Sorry English is not my first language so apologies if it makes no sense. I also hate writing y/n so I write a she/ her or my original female character Kali. Hope you like.
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He got into the apartment and she stood up, he saw her worried expression, ‘I’m ok’ he said and walked in a few paces, dropped his gear. She saw he winced ever so slightly.
She ran to fill his arms and he turned his head gently to nuzzle her hair. She smelled like home to him.
She wrapped her arms around him and he flinched slightly.
‘You’re hurt’ she tipped her head up to meet his eyes and he leant down to press his lips to hers.
‘It’s fine, I’ve had worse’ she knew that, but it hurt her to see how reckless he was with himself. Looking up at him she thanked the gods he was here, safe, home.
She reached up to stroke his cheek and he caught her hand, held her fingers to his lips and kissed them. ‘I missed you’ his voice soft.
His eyes were tired.
‘I’m gonna have a shower’ he said and smoothed her hair back from her face. He leant down and kissed her once, twice, three times.
‘It’s so good to see you, dove’
He was quiet, quieter than usual.
He let her hand go and went to the bathroom.
She heard the water and after a minute or two went in after him, making a bit of noise so he’d know she was coming,
‘What are you doing?’ He chided gently, but he wasn’t angry. In fact her presence calmed him. It always did.
She stripped naked and opened the shower and walked in. He had stitches in his side. Bruises, cuts.
‘Oh James ’ she cooed. ‘Sit’ she stroked his hair back and he sat down on the shower bench seat and closed his eyes. She shampooed and rinsed his hair. He relaxed into the feeling of her fingers massaging his scalp. So soothing. He opened his eyes to see her profile as she turned into him, her eyes on his body, She washed his skin and he just sat back and relaxed, he reached out to touch her soft hips, run his hands down her, she smiled at his touch and kissed his cheek.
He felt safe, loved with her, she trusted him. She wrapped her arms around him and sat with him in her arms. She didn’t see the tears run out of his eyes, but she felt his arms around her, and his lips in the crook of her neck. She smoothed his rough edges out, washed away the fight, they sat for a few minutes wrapped up, under the water. She kissed his face, he’d never known such tenderness.
She turned the water off and when she met his eyes they were red.
‘You ok?’
He just nodded silently, Her heart ached. She wished she could take his pain. All she could do was touch him, kiss him. Show him he was loved.
He watched her every move as she went and got a towel and wrapped it around him, the water beading on her skin. He sighed trying to rid himself of his melancholy and he followed her out of the shower.
They dried themselves off.
She threw a slip over her body and he tugged on some sweetpants.
‘There’s some of those brews from Thor in here..’
She smiled at him as she went to the fridge and poured herself a wine.
He nodded. He looked happy but always a little sad around the eyes. He often had that mix of looks on his face. She knew she needed to be extra gentle with him when he was like this. He made it easy through, he was just quiet.
He flopped on the couch and she placed his drink in front of him.
‘Sorry if I’m a bit…’
‘Never’ she interrupted.
‘Thanks for taking care of me’
she leaned over and kissed him softly. And then kissed his forehead.
‘I love you’ she said as she smoothed his long hair back.
‘I love you too.’ He said and caught her hand and kissed her fingertips. She loved that, he kissed her wrist.
‘Let’s get drunk and watch some crappy tv eh?’ she smiled and she got a little smile out of him. He lay down in her lap.
His face after a few drinks was a little flushed and his hair ruffled. It made her want to cling fast to him, to hold him, for there was a warm, drowsy sadness in his beauty that made her want to kiss him, clutch him, to have him close to her, under her wing.
‘Bucky’ she whispered.
He stiffened as she hardly ever called him that.
‘Are you feeling better?’
He sighed and burrowed into her thighs.
‘I went to a place I remembered as him, i got distracted and let my guard down. I hate remembering things he’s done. I … I just hate it’
He closed his eyes as he felt her fingers in his hair. Massaging his scalp
‘I’m sorry, my love.’
He sighed into her touch.
‘What do you need me to do?’
She said simply. ‘Just be you.’ He said.
‘I just want to feel you’ he said huskily. ‘ I want to feel’
Her body flushed.
He turned his head gently to hers and his eyes were half closed, his lips parted. God, he was so beautiful.
‘I’m here, you’re home now, come..’
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noshitbarnes · 1 year
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Anti-Hero: Prologue
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC
Summary: After being experimented on as a young child and given abilities, Daniela has become a highly skilled member of the Avengers, and has even been assigned to mentor Peter Parker. Little does she know that the happiness she’s been able to find will become threatened by the very people who started her on her path long ago.
Warnings: angst, language, and mentions of torture
Word Count: 2,887
Notes: This has been in my WIPs for the longest time, so I decided to finally finish it up and let y’all read it! This chapter is just the set-up for Daniela’s character, so please be patient with me on the story development! I appreciate it! And as always if you want to be tagged in anything let me know!
Anti-Hero Masterlist
THREE YEARS EARLIER
"So, Sergeant Daniela Velikov, right?”
Daniela hears the voice, but doesn’t think much of it, thinking it was either her boss, Phil, or maybe Fitz from the lab with more specs for a new hand blaster. She finishes typing her sentence and then looks up from the screen towards the figure that was standing in front of her. The man’s suit was a dark navy blue that hugged his frame tightly, there was a large dark black star across his chest, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He was currently looking down at a file he had in his hands, he seemed quite interested in it; however, Daniela could still make out the dark circles under his eyes and the beard. She furrowed her brows while looking him over, thinking he could really use a shave, not that he looked bad, but that he'd look better if he trimmed his beard a bit. She stared at him a little while longer, thinking he looked slightly familiar, but the scruff and the dark suit told her she was wrong. It was when he finally looked up from the file, his blue eyes meeting her gaze that she knew who he was, Steve Rogers.
Quickly, she moves to stand at attention in front of him, "Yes, sir! Sergeant Velikov of the 78th Marines.”
"Well," Steve smirks as he looks her up and down, "you're not a Marine anymore,” Daniela smiles lightly as Steve looks back down at the file, “all right at ease, Sergeant,” she moves her feet apart and clasps her hands behind her back, “you have a very impressive resume for being just 23,” he closes the file and looks back to her.
Daniela wasn’t completely sure why Steve was here or why he was complimenting her. She had a feeling it most likely had something to do with the Avengers, she’s had many many talks with Phil about the team. Phil wanted her to join them, fight aliens, be a hero, maybe even lead the team in the future. His aspersions for her were always higher than her own.
Daniela decides to keep it cool and play along, "Thank you, sir, I've worked really hard to get where I am.”
He hums lightly and nods in agreement, "I got word about five months ago that there was someone within SHIELD who had some special abilities,” he raises glances at her to see if her demeanor changes, which it didn’t, "Coulson thought you might know who it is."
She tilts her head slightly trying her best to act dumb, "He did?”
He nods, "Sure did, got any ideas or should I start guessing?"
She shrugs one shoulder, "I don't work much with the rest of the team, sir, I usually do solo missions, so I wouldn't be the best person to ask."
Daniela made a rookie mistake, got all mushy one night, and told Phil a few things about her past, was a little too honest. She'd been apart of the team for about six months and the loneliness had gotten to her, she wasn't getting along with anyone at that point and the missions she'd been on were emotionally taxing, even for her. Phil was the only one that had shown any interest in being a friend, so after a particularly difficult mission, Daniela had a few too many drinks and went to his office and told him everything. It wasn't really anything Phil didn't already know, he was a SHIELD agent after all, he knew about her parents, how old she really was, and where she grew up, but he wasn't aware of her abilities. She never imagined that one night of confiding in a friend would lead to Steve Rogers showing up at her desk asking her questions.
Steve looks at her sternly and gestures to the file in his hand, "Do you know what this is?" Daniela shakes her head and he continues, "Coulson has personal files for every member of his team. Mostly for basic things, mission stats, what they like, what they don't, weaknesses, strengths, injuries," he drops the file behind her on her desk and points to it, "and that one's yours, so I'll ask you one more time Sergeant, do you know anyone here who has enhanced abilities?"
She glances at the file then back to Steve, with a blank expression. She had no problem lying, it was in her blood, after all she'd been doing it her entire life, but she did have a problem lying to Steve Rogers, America’s golden boy. She grew up watching him, idolizing him, and praying some day that maybe he'd come and save her too. Steve was one of the reasons she got into the army in the first place, along with more personal reasons.
Daniela takes a small calming breath, "Why does it even matter?"
Steve sighs, "Because if this person has enhanced abilities, I need to find out if their using them for the right reasons. I won't led SHIELD fall again."
Steve knew that the girl in front of him posed no threat because of the high praise Phil gave her, and Phil was one of the few he could actually trust. The only reason he was even here, grilling this woman, was because of Tony. The past few years had been rough on everyone and Tony thought it would be good for Steve to get out of the compound and try to recruit a few new faces. The entire purpose of recruitment now was to build a future team, with a good leader, and if Steve could persuade her, Daniela would be perfect.
Daniela pauses for a moment, "But why should they trust you?"
Steve pauses, he hasn’t had anyone question his motives in quiet some time, it was almost refreshing, "I'm not here to gain your trust, Sergeant, this isn't some game, I'm looking for answers," he frowns slightly when her expression doesn't change, "just be honest with me," he sighs when she still doesn't answer, "I think you realize I already know."
Daniela shifts her weight to her left foot and nods slowly, "I.. Coulson was the only one I told and that was about a year ago ago," she looks to the ground and closes her eyes, "not that he didn't already know, the man is a spy after all," this leads to a small chuckle from Steve, but Daniela continues, "this is why I knew opening up to anyone would be a mistake. I only use my powers when I'm on solo missions, so I can avoid questions about how I got them. I thought I was doing a pretty good job at hiding things,” she opens her eyes and looks back to him, “I've been running from my powers my entire life, sir," she hesitates slightly afraid of sharing, but she continues, hoping he would understand, "if it makes any difference, I don't like that I have them either, but um, it wasn't exactly my choice."
Steve listens intently, hearing not just her words, but the emotions behind them. He knew about her past, but only surface details, like where she was born and raised, who her parents are, and that they were the ones who gave Daniela her powers. If he was being completely honest, he wasn't sure if he ever wanted to know exactly how she got them. Being a guinea pig of any kind is not a fun process.
Steve keeps his poker face and decides to change the subject, "You've been with SHIELD for nearly two years, never had any disciplinary actions, never asked any questions, have always done what you’re told. You're no doubt the best agent Coulson's got,” he looks her up and down assessing her, surprised such skill could come from someone so small, “so why stop here? Got any higher aspirations?"
Daniela chuckles lightly, the change of subject a slight relief, "Are you trying to get me to join the Avengers? I thought that was usually Stark's gig."
"He's got the day off," he smiles and continues, "the team would love to see a new face, have some help with missions,” she looks to him slightly confused, so he explains further, “we need some young faces to be the future of the team, the rest of us can’t do this forever. How about it? Coulson thinks you’d fit in with us well, maybe even help run it at some point.”
Daniela scoffs lightly at his remark and shakes her head. She’s always believed in what she did, she put her heart and soul into it, and sometimes that cost her, but there was no way she wanted to lead a team of superheroes, "With all due respect, Captain, I don't think that's up my ally.”
He takes in a deep breath and takes a step closer, now only a few feet from her, "Show me what you can do,” after all, it’s what he came here for.
The sudden closeness shocks her and her eyes grow wide, "W-what?"
He smiles sweetly and nods his head to her hands, "We just agreed that you have powers, now show me.”
She visibly clenches her jaw to calm her growing temper, “Yes, sir.”
Daniela slowly unclasps her hands and brings them around in front of her. She then turns them over, palms now facing the ceiling, while taking a deep calming breath, her hands begin to glow a soft icy white. Steve watches her hands intently, thoroughly impressed with what he's seeing. Moments later she starts a small fountain from her palms, letting the water flow freely for a few heartbeats, then freezes the water over quickly, “There.”
Steve raises an eyebrow, Phil wasn’t kidding, this girl really did have talent, but she had one more secret, "What else?”
She closes her hands abruptly causing the ice to shatter and fall to the floor around their feet, “Well... I um... I don’t tell many about the rest of my powers, sir.”
“Do I need to earn your trust?”
She shakes her head and furrows her brows, “Um... not exactly,” she purses her lips, “I’m just more worried about scaring people.”
Steve smirks slightly, “You realize that my best friend has a vibranium arm and I live with the Scarlet Witch. Those are just the calm ones, we also have an archer who climbs through the vents.”
That made her relax a bit and she chuckles, making Steve smile-- she had a cute laugh. Daniela didn’t know much about the Avengers personal life, other than what Phil told her, which wasn’t much, “Barton climbs in the vents?”
He shakes his head, “Yeah, I don’t ask why.”
Steve didn’t really ask too many questions about the others, figured it was none of his business, although if they wanted to share he’d happily listen. Some say that made him cold and off-putting, that he was too much of a soldier, but it wasn’t that at all, he cared too much. He was worried that getting too close to those he worked with would just put them in danger.
Daniela giggles and Steve continues, “Anyway, what else can you do? I won’t tell a soul,” he holds up two fingers, “scouts honor.”
She heavily sighs, “I... um, alright... my powers. They call it cryo-electricity. I can manipulate ice and lightning either at the same time or separately. I’ve learned over the years I can use water and frost too.”
Bringing her right hand back up in front of her, palm still facing the sky, she curls her fingers inward slightly, as if she was holding a ball. She scowls slightly at her hand, still unsure about showing him, but he already knew, so might as well. Clenching her teeth, trying to focus on her hand, small violet colored sparks begin to dance from her fingers like little strings. It wasn’t much, but it proved the point that she could do it.
"Impressive," he meets her gaze when the sparks die out and sees hesitation in her eyes, "I'm not saying you have to join, but you'd be helping a lot of people, and I know that's what you want."
Seeing that she still wasn't sure, he decides to take a different approach, and grabs the folder off her desk, "Says here you where on the fast track to joining the SRT squad before you were recruited to SHIELD,” he raises a curious eyebrow, looking over the file, "they don't normally allow women to join.”
The SRT team was the Special Reaction Team that responds to more dangerous and high risk situations within the military base. Basically they were the army equivalent of a SWAT team. They actually don’t allow women to join, but the General that Daniela worked under saw great potential in her and said he’d grant her request when it was time. She thought she would be able to help more people if she was on the squad, which is partiality what she wanted. She still had another year left before officially applying for the team when Phil found her and convinced her of a different path.
She nods at Steve, "They said I fit the bill for what they needed, sir.”
He purses his lips in agreement, she was a fine soldier, not a lot of women can say they were a Sergeant in the Marines. He then tilts his head curiously at her, “What made you want to be with SHEILD then? You could've gotten everything you wanted with SRT. Action, adventure, helping people, what changed?”
"I um,” Daniela takes a deep breath, "it's of personal nature, sir.”
"Got anything to do with your parents?” He lightly throws the file back onto the desk causing her eyes to widen.
"Possibly, sir," she pauses, “I um, I didn't realize you knew about them.”
Unfortunately for Steve, he knew all to well who her parents were, he just never realized that they had a daughter, “Stark and I had," he nods his head side-to-side, "a chance encountered with your father once, about a year ago, it ended with him getting away,” he frowns slightly at the ground and then looks back into Daniela's eyes, “Didn’t realize he had a daughter.”
Daniela’s parents always got away. She was starting to think they were destined to live free while she was destined to spend her eternity chasing after them like an idiot. They needed to pay, no, had to pay for what they did, not just to her, but for what they’re continuing to do. They’re monsters.
“Yeah, they’re not particularly proud of me, sir. They think that what happened to me was a blessing and that I am wasting my gift," she sighs and looks to the floor, "My apologies for having to deal with him.”
"No need, not your doing," she looks back to him and his eyes had softened, "you turned out quiet the opposite of him.”
"I um,” she scoffs, "I've worked my whole life to be the opposite of them both. I’ve tried to use what they cursed me with for the greater good, sometimes I can, some days, not so much,” she looks at her hands and shakes her head.
He takes a few steps towards her and rests a hand on her shoulder, "You've made a huge difference and changed a lot of lives, for the better,” she smiles weakly and he takes his hand away, "I can help you take the fight to Hydra. I can't promise we'll see your parents, but I can promise that if we do, we'll make them pay for what they did.”
"I've been fighting Hydra for decades, sir," she chuckles lightly, "Phil did the same speech with me years ago and he was able to convince me enough to join up here. After all these years, I have yet to see either of them.”
Steve nodded forgetting that her true age didn't show, “Well, I don't suggest you actually go looking for them,” he looks to her sternly, “you might not be happy with what you find.”
Daniela mumbles softly to herself, "Never stopped you,” he raises his eyebrows at her in surprise, "I'm sorry, sir, that was uncalled for.”
"It's alright," he shrugs and continues, "but I do know from experience that dwelling on the past only causes more pain.”
Moving on was something Daniela didn't do well, even after over 90 years. Little things tended not to bother her so much now, but childhood trauma was something that she still couldn't let go of. After all, her parents tortured her, changed her DNA, gave her powers, and then abandoned her at an orphanage when she didn't agree with their evil plan all by the age of eight. How can anyone just wake up one morning and go, "Yeah, this is fine."? The best course of action is to just fake a smile, bury the emotions deep, and hope that one day they'll die.
Daniela stares at him and blinks, "So I've been told, sir.”
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quaememinisse · 2 years
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Based on my story:
“Watcha gonna eat, pregnant lady?” Bucky asks, grinning. He doesn’t sound like he’s trying to insult her, in fact, he’s visibly mesmerized by Cherise’s fecundity. But the comment still bothers her as she closes the refrigerator door with a bit of impatience.
          “…Is that….uhhh, a veggie burger?” he asks, turning the camera on himself briefly while asking Cherise the question.
          “Yes,” she mumbles, wobbling past him, placing the Ziploc bag on the counter and clutching her lower back, groaning. Bucky points the phone down absently, approaching her.
          “Are you okay, baby?”
          “Yeah, just the back ache. You know.”
Bucky rubs her lower back for a bit. Until she groans again and gently moves his hands away.
          “Thank you,” she breathes, sounding weak. Bucky frowns.
          “I’m okay, B…just aching—it’s from the weight of my stomach I’m carrying,” she explains, sounding irritated again.
"Well, it sounds like Mrs. Barnes needs a back massage. And maybe a hot bath, too." His chilly prosthetic hand is precisely the right touch Cherise had been yearning for in the summer heat. She smiles, feeling absolutely enamored instead of irritated.
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kilikina34512 · 2 years
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Never Going Out of Style
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Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader
Summary: A first date with one James Barnes turns from a dream date into a perfect, steamy night.
Warnings: 18+ only minors DNI, smut, unwrapped sexy time, light oral
Word Count: 2,785
My first ever attempt at writing smut instead of teasing or fading to black. I was so nervous, but I think it came out well for a true first time. If the title doesn't give it away, this was inspired by the song Style by Taylor Swift. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! Divider courtesy of @firefly-graphics. Make sure to check them out!
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This was it, a first date with James Barnes. It had taken a while before we'd reached this moment. The first time he'd stepped into the coffee shop, I'd felt my heart stop. Here was this absolute Adonis with his six feet tall height, broad shoulders, stormy blue eyes, and shoulder-length brunette hair. I was so afraid he'd been able to see how absolutely nervous he made me, but just as soon as he flashed me a flirtatious smirk, I'd instantly giggled. He definitely knew after that, much to my mortification. The teasing my coworkers had given me didn't stop all day either.
He'd come back each day too, making small talk with me for a few weeks. My favorite black coffee and blueberry muffin order. He'd gone from smiles and winks to talking, flirting, and socializing every second he was there. When he'd finally asked me to go out with him, there was no saying no for me, I was smitten.
By the time I heard the buzzer at my door, I'd finished getting ready. Giving myself one more once over, I made sure my golden locks were all perfectly curled and hung down to my shoulder blades. Checking over my outfit, I knew I looked good. Donning a white lace blouse, I was showing off the white, tight tank top beneath that always made the girls look even perkier. I had it tucked into my red polka dot skirt that emphasized my waist and fell halfway down my thighs; it never failed to draw attention to my long legs. I'd added an easy three inches to my short size with my favorite leather, ankle-high stiletto boots. My jade green eyes popped thanks to my smoky eyes. I applied a final layer of ruby red lipstick that matched my skirt perfectly. With my modern version of a 40s look, I knew I'd be utter temptation for James. Snatching up my black clutch, I headed down to meet up with him.
Coming out of my apartment building, I froze on the sidewalk, just taking him in. He was propped against his Harley in a white, form-fitting t-shirt that showed off every muscle in his chest. Over it, he wore a black leather jacket, only emphasizing a bad boy look that had me drooling. His black jeans and boots only aided the style he had. His long hair was slicked back and his beard had that perfect five o'clock shadow style. I'd thought I was tempting, but damn... It took everything in me not to grab him by his shirt and drag him back into my apartment.
"Like what you see, doll?" he asked, immediately drawing my attention back to his handsome face that sported a knowing smirk.
"I do," I responded with a sudden boldness I didn't usually possess, "I'd like to see what's on underneath it more." This man just did something to me, it was like my brain stopped functioning in his presence.
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sigloverofwords · 2 years
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sarahowritesostucky · 1 month
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BINGO!
@mcukinkbingo gave me a fucked up card, so it's taken me a hot minute to get a bingo on this one. But I finally did it!
(in their defense, I said I'd take the "kinkiest shit"--I just didn't realize what they had up their sleeve for me 😱😓😵😵‍💫🫨🫣)
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B1- Castration/Penectomy
Camping With the Daddies: Bucky "Soft"
I2 - Bestiality
Blood Moon Rising, Pt 2 "Claimed by the Alpha"
N3 - Free Square - breastfeeding kink
Merry & Bright, Pt 4 "Package Deal"
G4 - Animal fetish: livestock
"The Farm"
O5 - Sex to Love
"Medically Necessitated" specifically ch12, but it's the overall ch 1-12 storyline that fulfills it
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andydrysdalerogers · 6 months
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The Type You Save ~ A Bucky Barnes Detective AU
I posted this story on Wattpad and I’m bringing this over here. I wrote the story with specific actors in mind for roles. I hope you will enjoy this one. I haven’t decided what day I’m posting the chapters. If you have a favorite day let me know!
TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation
I’ll be tagging my tag list at the bottom and it is open!
Preview is below the cut!
Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.
Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?
They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.
Chapters:
O N E
T W O
T H R E E
F O U R
F I V E
S I X
S E V E N
E I G H T
N I N E
T E N
E L E V E N
T W E L V E
T H I R T E E N
F O U R T E E N
F I F T E E N
S I X T E E N
S E V E N T E E N
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THE CAST
Anne Hathaway ~ Alexandra "Alex" Richards
"The Cat"
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Sebastian Stan ~ James "Bucky" Barnes
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Chris Evans ~ Steve Rogers
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Scarlet Johansson ~ Natasha Romanoff
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Anthony Mackie ~ Sam Wilson
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Jamie Doran ~ Christian Grey
"The Boss"
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Wyatt Russell ~ John Walker
"The Hand"
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Chace Crawford ~ Nate Archibald
"The Snake"
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mermaidxatxheart · 2 years
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It's Always You {3}
Alright. It's been a while. I'm trying to get better about posting. Here's chapter three. Enjoy. if you like it, reblogged and commenting gives me life and motivation.
Pairing: Bucky x OFC
Word Count: 1489, not my longest
Warnings: The usual suspects. Swearing, smartassery, i don't think any violence just yet. if I missed anything, let me know.
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Steve keeps his promise and shows up the next day with several French books. 
“This is perfect.” I look up at him. “Thank you so much. The TV sucks here.”
He grins. “My pleasure. So, you speak Spanish now. Have you remembered anything else?”
“I hate physical therapy?”
He laughs quietly. “Yeah, I remember my own. It wasn’t pretty. I didn’t handle it well.”
I look at him, surprised. “You needed to have PT? You?” This pinnacle of human physiology?
“Yeah. I had my own accident. Nothing quite like yours, of course. But I was pretty... stiff, after.” He smiles like it’s a personal joke. 
“I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
He clears his throat. “So, they said that your phone was pretty busted up from the accident. I had a friend load everything from it onto this one for you. It’s a little bit of an upgrade, but maybe it will help you remember.” He sets a phone on the tray in front of me. It’s sleek, shiny black and gunmetal.
“Oh, thank you so much. I was asking for it yesterday.” I pick up the new phone and it’s lighter than I thought it would be.
“You’re welcome. My number is already in there for you.” He says.
I’m quiet for a long minute, thumbing through the pages of the top book, not seeing anything, but using the moment to gather my thoughts.
“Is there something else on your mind?”
“Is there any way you can keep Jonathan away?”
“Why would you want me to do that? He’s your boyfriend.” Steve frowns.
“But I don’t remember him. He’s a stranger to me, coming into my space and forcing himself...his presence on me. It’s incredibly uncomfortable and completely ignored when I tell him how I feel. And he doesn’t respect that.”
“I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t make any promises.” 
I nod, understanding. It’s not his fault I apparently chose such a jerk. “What happens when it’s time for me to leave and I still don’t remember anything?” I can’t look up to meet his gaze. I’m too nervous, too ashamed of my fears. “Where do I go?”
He doesn’t speak for a few minutes. I get the sense that he’s choosing his words extremely carefully. “You can go home, to your house. Or we can put you up in a hotel until you find someplace where you’re comfortable. Or you can go with Jonathan—I know it’s not ideal, but he does know you.”
“Or?” I prompt aloud.
“If none of those options appeal to you, I have a safe place where you can stay until you can get back on your feet. You can get all the medical attention you need there, state of the art. But we can burn that bridge when we get to it.” He chuckles at his own joke.
I grin. “Okay. As long as I won’t be kicked out into the cold.”
“Are you kidding? It’s at least 85 out today.” He smirks.
“Wow, Captain America has jokes.” I roll my eyes, and then freeze. He sits up a little straighter, eyes more alert. But he doesn’t say a word, just letting me get there on my own. “Captain America-” I frown, pressing my fingers to my forehead. “I know this. I know that I know this. But the more that I reach for it, the further away it gets.”
“That’s alright. You’ll get it. At least you know it’s coming back. Don’t stress out about it.” He says easily. “I kind of like you not knowing.” 
“Worried I’ll treat you differently?” I tease.
“Most people do.” He shrugs.
“Tell you what. When I remember, I promise to insult you at least once a day.”
“That sounds more than fair.” He laughs.
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Two days later, I’m scheduled for my last knee surgery so they can replace the kneecap. Steve knocks on the door before they wheel me away.
“Nervous?” He asks, standing next to my bed, hands resting casually by my leg.
“Ne stresse pas sur les petites choses, right?” I reply and his blue eyes widen.
Don’t stress about the little things.
“Exactly.” He holds up a marker. “I brought something for you.”
“Wow, I’ve always wanted a Sharpie.” I say dryly. 
He snorts. “My friend, Sam, tells me that this is something people do now in hospitals when they go in for surgery.” His big hands grip the blankets. “May I?”
“I’m slightly terrified to find out what this is about, but I think I like scary movies, so let’s do it.” I nod and he lifts the blankets just enough to uncover my right leg.
He scrawls in big messy block letters NOT THIS LEG. “Tada.” He says proudly.
“That was anticlimactic.” I peer down at my bare leg, the multitude of scars bothering me slightly. “People really have to do this?”
“That’s what he told me. However, Sam is known to play a prank from time to time, so, it may all be for nothing.”
“Better to be safe than sorry?” I guess and he grins, covering my leg back up.
“So, the French is coming along nicely, I see.” 
“Yeah, I’m on that last book you gave me and I downloaded an app to practice my pronunciation.”
“The last book already?” He whistles softly. 
“Yeah. I think I’ve always been a quick reader? Maybe? What do I know? Most of my memories are five days old.”
“Well, when you’re done with those, I can bring you some other ones. Pick a language.”
“Italian. Let’s just go with all the Romance languages first.” 
“Sounds like a plan.”
There’s a knock on the door and Jonathan steps inside. “I know you’re about to head in for surgery, but I just wanted to bring you these.” He holds up a small bouquet of yellow roses. “They’re your favorite.” He sets them in a vase by the window. 
I hope they’re not my favorite, because right now I think they’re ugly. “Thank you.” I reply quietly. 
A nurse walks in and the butterflies start. My last two procedures since my accident hadn’t been my choice, I had no knowledge of it happening, no say in it whatsoever. But now, I know it’s coming and it scares me more than I want to admit.
I look at Steve and he gives my hand a gentle squeeze. “See you when you get back.” He says as she rolls my bed out of the room. 
“I know the doctor went over the actual procedure, but what’s going to happen?” I ask the nurse, looking up at her behind me.
“The doctor is going to inject anesthesia so that your body goes numb and doesn’t feel the pain and then he’s going to give you a gas to help you sleep faster. Then the surgery, like you both discussed, an hour to an hour and a half—tops. He’s one of the best orthopedic surgeons in the country.”
“Could I wake up during it?”
“The chances of that happening are really low. It does happen, depending on how fast your body burns through the anesthesia. But like I said, really low.”
“Will I dream?”
She looks down at me curiously. “You know, I don’t know. I’ve never heard anyone say they dream under it, but I’ve never heard them say they don’t, either. That’s interesting.” She wheels me into the operating theater and nurses start attaching IV’s and wires and I begin to panic. Apparently new me really doesn’t like being touched. 
“Okay Ava, count backwards starting from 100.” A masked face peers down at me. I can feel the liquid spreading through my veins like ice, limbs going numb.
“99...98...97...9...6...” My eyes drift closed and I don’t remember anything else.
“Michael! Slow down, what’s the rush?” I laugh, running to catch up to my best friend. 
“I can’t let her go, Ava! I have to get the ring tonight!” He stops abruptly and I smack into him. He catches me in a bear hug and I return it. “She’s the one.”
“Do you think Tony Stark will mind you marrying one of his best scientists?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Pfft. Please. I’m his best!”
My eyes go wide. “Since when?? I think that’s a big lie.”
He sighs dramatically. “Why are you so mean to me?”
“That’s what friends are for.” I hesitate. “Michael?”
“Yes, darling?” He spins me around, but my cheerful mood has left me.
“Did you tell Mr. Stark about.... you know.... what I found?”
“Of course. Unlike you or me, he can actually do something about it.”
“I wish you hadn’t done that. I just wanted you to take a look at it. I’m gonna be in so much trouble.”
“I’ll keep you safe, Princess. Queen of the Lab!! Right here!” He shouts and I laugh, swatting him in the chest. 
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lightning-writes · 1 year
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good heart (faulty machine of a man) - 1/30
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fic summary: bucky meets someone at therapy
word count: 1169
tags: post endgame, pre tfatws, hurt/comfort, slow burn, canon divergent, canon compliant, au
warnings: ptsd, panic attack, character death
a/n: a little intro chapter, a little meet-not-so-cute
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September 2
When he’d cased the building months ago, he didn’t think he’d need an escape route for this. For the rapid panic harrowing his stomach, tightening his chest, crawling up his throat. He doubles over and gulps the summer air in heaves. He might throw up. He’s vaguely aware he’s in the alley, at the back of the building, barely registering the details of his surroundings.
Raynor brought up Steve. With a sympathetic tone but with those sharp and assessing eyes. He knows her job is to assess him, but when she tried to get him to talk about “his loss”, he couldn’t breathe. This time, it’s different. This time, it isn’t ice Steve’s buried in.
(Sometimes, a sick and weak part of Bucky wishes he could turn off his mind and slip into being the Winter Soldier. God, it’d be so easy then.)
“Hey…” A hand lands on his back gently.
Bucky pushes the person back, forearm braces against their chest, pinning them to the door he’d come out of. He feels his wild eyes, and the singularity of his own heartbeat slowing into a nearly meditative state. This is a familiar taste of numbness he needed right now.
“James.” 
The person is the therapist’s receptionist. She’s pressed against the door, her hands are up in surrender, but she doesn’t appear scared. Apprehensive, stunned, but not scared. He registers the dying glow of her cigarette on the ground. Her face is red, but it’s from the heat. Her wrists don a snake tattoo on one and a burning match on the other.
“Breathe through your nose,” she manages to say, “and out through your mouth.”
(Steve is dead, Steve is dead, Steve is…)
He feels her chest rising and falling as she takes her own advice.
(Steve is dead, and I’m alone again, I can’t do this! I can’t do this! I can’t–)
“James,” his eyes snap to hers like magnets, “breathe with me.”
His first breath shakes. She nods and breathes out. If his timing is off, they’d be breathing in each other’s air. He follows, each breath becoming stronger. He feels his wild eyes match her patient ones.
“I’m sorry.” His arm disappears from her chest. He rakes a hand through his hair. “I’m so–”
“I should have known better.” Her laugh wheezes as she absentmindedly rubs her sternum where he’d barred her. Luckily, it hadn’t been his left arm. “Actually, this isn’t the first time a veteran thought I was sneaking up on them during a…” She eyes him, almost knowing that saying the words would make this whole situation worse.
(He wants to ask her how she knows he’s a veteran, but he’s worried about her answer.)
They stand in silence for a minute. The buzz of his panic had dulled his senses. He feels them come back as the seconds tick on. The sound of traffic. People on the street. The smell of garbage and urine wafting through the alley. The whir of the air conditioning units.
“You want one?” The receptionist offers him a cigarette. 
(She’s cute, he thinks, with her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, red-wrapped dress, various tattoos. He’s glad he didn’t pull his knife like his instincts told him to.)
He shakes his head. He’s starting to feel okay. “Sorry about…”
“Going autopilot?” She blows her smoke at him. Playfully. “Protecting yourself? Don’t apologize - I get it.”
“Still.” Then, he says something… odd. “Let me make it up to you.”
She pauses, also thrown off by the gesture, but she gives him a sarcastic smile. “What are you gonna do, pay for my clinic bill?”
His eyes widened. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, no,” she chokes on smoke and laughs through the coughing. “No, it’s not even that serious, dude. You can make it up to me by taking care of yourself.”
“That’s not–”
“Fair? What’s not fair is you feeling this way.” She takes a long drag, contemplating her next words. “Next time, do a sensory scan. You’re pretty good at that, I bet.”
(As much as he’d hate to admit it, he feels out of his element. Talking to a young woman, who had seen his vulnerable underbelly. His panic.)
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“You know, focusing on what you can see, what you can hear, etcetera.” She waves a hand dismissively. “Scientifically, it helps ground people.”
(He wants to make a joke, you’re giving better therapy advice than Raynor, but he bites his words.)
“Can’t I just buy you a coffee or something?” he winces.
Her laugh, a surprised bark really, echoes through the alley. He finds himself smiling. She pulls a stick note pad and a pen from her dress pocket, scribbling something down. She makes a flourished show of ripping it off the pad and sticking it to his leather jacket.
“That’s my order. Do with that as you will.”
(He peels the note off his chest, feeling a weird symmetry, and studies her complex order. He pockets it.)
“James.” She hesitates before taking his gloved hand with a quick squeeze. “I’m sorry.”
She’s referring to Steve. The panic flares up his throat again like a shaken pop. It’s weird to him that other people know. He lets his hand fall from hers, the alarm dissipating. He nods, burying his hands in his pockets, before stalking out of the alley, into the busy street.
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It has been fifty two days since Steve Rogers was reported dead. They say it was in his sleep. They say it was peaceful and painless.
The last time Bucky saw him was on his birthday. The Fourth of July. They’d gone to Berry Park for the day, since it was close to Steve’s apartment, and they spent a lot of time people-watching and reminiscing about the old days. Excited civilians, of course, came up to Steve, thanked him for his service, for being an icon of hope and freedom. Steve leaned over to Bucky and his old man voice muttered something about being a sex icon. Bucky laughed until his sides hurt.
(No one recognized Bucky, with his ball cap and tied hair. He was proud to just be on the sidelines for his best friend, his hero.)
They’d finished the day by having dinner at one of the local pubs, where they ended up getting their meals for free, and they were lucky to find a bench by the riverside.
Bucky remembers Steve’s wrinkled face, lit by the reds and golds, only a shadow of the young man Bucky had grown up with. Even in that moment, he had the distinct overwhelming feeling of Steve’s mortality.
On the walk home, Steve stopped to speak to a man living at the corner of his street. Later, he’d told Bucky he’d talked to the man a few times, slowly earning his trust and easing him into the idea of Steve helping him be re-housed. Steve shook his hand and thanked the man, apparently a veteran, for his sacrifice, including the sacrifice of his civilian life for a lonely life of duty. It was the first and only time Bucky had ever heard Steve talk negatively about being a soldier and the life that had come with it.
(Bucky and Steve had shared a nightcap in Steve’s apartment, until Steve started to doze off. In hindsight, it feels fitting that this was their last day together, a foreshadowing of Steve’s passing quietly in his sleep.)
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On the train home, Bucky drives the heel of his hand across his cheek, stopping a stray tear from falling.
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flushedandruffled · 1 year
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The goddess and the soldier
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Warnings - smut I guess?
English is not my first language so sorry about mistakes.
I dunno- just had this in my brain so here you go. My first bit of writing, don’t really know what I’m doing.
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She saw the glint in his eyes as she walked into the kitchen, it was dark and only a solitary light in the hall illuminated his eyes.
He had been watching her since she arrived. He knew she was out of his league so to speak but there was something about the way she moved, the way she glanced at him that made his blood warm.
‘James’ she said and she saw his eyes widen in surprise.
‘What are you doing here in the dark, alone?’
‘I don’t sleep very well’ his voice was a bit husky from underuse. He was surprised she used his actual name.
She watched him for the other side of the counter. He was like a predator, waiting in the shadows.
She had noticed him all week since she got there.
Noticed how everyone avoided him, as if he were a danger, but she saw he seemed a little inward, sad.
He was a beautiful man, there was no doubt. The curve and colour of his lips made her wonder how they would feel. He often bit and licked his lips she’d noticed and she wondered if he knew it was so appealing. His long hair was often in his face, she guessed it had been a long time since someone had told him he didn’t need to hide behind it.
In short, she found herself wanting to know him.
‘I’ve heard about you, from others. You haven’t had it as easy as your friend..’
‘I guess not’
‘Can I sit with you a while’ her voice was soft and a little breathy, like she didn’t want to spook him.
‘Ok’ he watched her like a hawk.
‘It’s not good you’re here alone,’ she said gently, chiding him.
‘I’m not alone anymore’ his eyes darkened, she felt his eyes studying her face, incessant.
He felt an odd desire in the pit of his belly. A feeling he had not had for years. He didn’t know what it meant anymore. God she was beautiful. And she was right here.
So close. He cleared his throat.
‘Why are you up?, it’s late’
‘I couldn’t sleep either’
He leaned forward a bit just to drown himself in her dark eyes.
‘Kali right?’ He knew full well it was.
She nodded and she laughed softly.
‘What’s funny’
‘That we’re sitting in the dark’
He smiled and she was floored. That smile. She reached out and found his hand, it was rough, calloused , his eyes widened as he felt her warmth. His lips parted just slightly.
She saw his eyes half close, ‘do it’ she whispered.
He felt his heart stop. She knew he wanted to kiss her, he wanted to taste her. What was wrong with him. His senses were overwhelmed.
He leaned over and went to kiss her but they both stopped, just breathing each others breaths, millimetres apart. It was so intense, her eyes looked up to his and his were so dark, almost black, she let go his hand and he felt her fingers on his cheek and then he kissed her.
Her lips were so soft and as he gently tasted her with his tongue her hands moved to his neck, his soft, heavy hair.
He kissed her over and over, so soft, loving, it made her breath catch. She hasn’t been kissed like that in so long. She exhaled breathily and that was it for him. The fire in his belly had shot up his spine and now nothing would put it out.
He took her hand.
She lunged forward as they sat to kiss his lips, the corner of his mouth, as if she had to, she felt her body flush in response to his lips, his tongue. She wanted to be closer to him, this stranger, closer, closer. She wanted to press her lips to his throat, taste his skin. She wanted to touch him.
Her fingers over the back of his neck made him shiver and as he stood he took her with him.
He led her out, holding her hand and she followed him in the dark. She stopped and tugged his hand, he spun his head to look at her, his hair whipping his cheeks and he realised she wanted his mouth, he bent down and her hands went to round his shoulders as she bit his lip, tasted him again.
She felt that strong cold metal hand hold her around her lower back and she shivered.
‘I’m sorry’ he said quickly.
Her hands dropped from his shoulders and he felt them on his chest.
Don’t..’ she whispered. They just stared at each other for a moment, temporarily regaining their senses as they realised what they were doing.
‘What…’ he started.
‘You’re so beautiful’ she breathed in his ear as he kissed her neck. He stopped, and pulled back from her. She thought she saw the moisture in his eyes.
‘You are’ His hand went to her face, he touched her lips with his thumb and she opened her mouth and he dipped it inside her mouth.
He felt her tongue on it, soft, languid.
‘Fuck’ he exhaled and took her hand again and she was practically running to keep up with him.
He slammed the door behind him and she let out a cry of surprise as he picked her up and sat her down on the table. He stood in between her legs and she actually moaned. She didn’t know where the noise came from but realised it was her. His eyes blazed and as she wrapped her hands around his slim hips, she was lost to him, his mouth, his scent overwhelming her senses. She felt his hands under her dress, rough fingertips running up her thighs. ‘Lift up’ he commanded. Commanding her, a goddess, was insane but he didn’t care, he wanted her, he wanted to do things to her.
She did and her breath left her lungs as he pulled her knickers down in one movement.
She was panting just from the desire. Her skin covered in a flush of sweat.
He looked her straight in the eye and saw her mouth drop open as he licked his fingers.
He pulled her forward with that cold arm and reached between her legs where he found she was already wet, it made his cock strain against his pants. Wet, so wet, warm.
He touched her and he relished seeing her head drop back.
‘Oh f…fuck’ she stammered as he touched her, she had to lean back on her hands, he reached down and brought
His Lips to hers but did that thing where he didn’t kiss her but his lips were so close, she licked his lips and he just pressed his head against hers, touching her.
He pulled back and she suddenly felt his absence keenly in the pit of her belly. He sunk to his knees.
‘I want to taste you’ his voice dangerously low and thick with desire. She couldn’t speak as he pulled her thighs over his shoulders, she felt his lips on her inner thighs and her scent overwhelmed him, she jolted as she felt him kiss her sex, and his tongue dip into her.
She moaned as if she were in pain but it was exquisite torture.
His hot breath between her legs, his tongue hitting her exactly where she wanted, oh god, this man. Her eyes filled with tears. He felt her fingers clutch his hair, grabbing fistfuls of it and she wriggled, he pulled her ass forward and she felt his tongue delve inside her.
‘I want you inside me’ she stuttered out as she clutched his hair, not caring if it hurt him.
He hummed a wordless response against her sex that made her see stars.
She felt like she was going to scream.
She closed her eyes as she squeezed his shoulders with her thighs.
He felt the pressure of her thighs and thought this is how he wanted to die. He smiled to himself as he drank her into his mouth.
He ran his fingers down her thighs and pulled back, she felt a rush of her own wetness as she saw the glint of her slick on his face. He kissed her and she tasted herself.
He wiped his mouth with his bicep and she swooned.
‘Take it off’ he said, she liked it when he ordered her. She liked that in a man. No one did that to her. She would take anything from him, she knew it then. He saw her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were moist. He wanted to see her come undone in his arms, he wanted her with a fire he couldn’t explain.
She pulled her dress up and off and undid her bra, she sat there naked, he ran his fingers down her body, over her nipples, he palmed her breast with his warm hand and she heard his breathing quicken. His eyes dragging across her skin.
‘You’re so….’ he whispered and leaned forward , his hands on her thighs, he kissed her so softly, so tenderly it made her feel emotional. How is he doing this to her. His kisses were like he was pulling her soul out of her body. Intense, like he loved her.
He stood in front of her and she pulled on his clothes.
He understood, ‘I won’t hurt you’ he said and she turned her head, wondering why he’d said it.
He took his hoodie off and her hands went to his pants. Undoing his belt, unzipping his pants, she couldn’t wait and slipped her hand down his pants where she found he was wet with pre cum, and hard, his dick bobbed in her hand, straining. She took her hand out and he watched her as she licked her fingers wickedly.
Spurred on he ripped his clothes off and he saw her eyes drawn to the angry looking scars where his metal arm joined his body. ‘What happened?’ She said more to herself than to him.
For the first time she saw apprehension in his eyes, as if he were ashamed of it. Of himself.
His naked chest was muscled, smooth and he was tense and she ran her nails down it softly.
‘Hurry up’ she pleaded, ‘hurry’ she pulled him down again to taste him, to kiss away any fears.
‘I want you.’ She needed him to know.
He felt her heat and he could see and feel her desire. It had been a long time but his body responded without hesitation.
He kicked off his boots and she tugged his pants down which freed his straining cock. He had to step back to get rid of his pants and cursed the air between them.
She jumped off the table and pressed herself into him, knocking him back onto the floor, before he knew it she had sunk him deep inside her, straddling him, he had to put his hands back on the floor as she rode him and they were upright, pressed together. Her little breaths and moans were too much for him. He just sat there with her rocking on him. Her breasts flat on his chest. Her arms embracing him close.
What a dream is this he thought as he pulled her ass closer into him, he felt his cock hit the back of her and she squealed.
The fire in his spine was getting stronger,
He spun her round and knocked her onto her back, he stretched her legs up, holding each and thrust into her, ‘oh fuck, fuck me’ she kept repeating.
And he did, he forgot about her for a minute and just focused on how good he felt thrusting into her, the tension building. How good she felt around him.
They hadn’t even made it to a bed. He felt like he was gonna come already, he pulled out of her and she whined greedily. She ran her fingers down his body she kissed him, trying to coax him back to her.
He was so strong, he flipped her onto her front and lifted her body up and entered her again from behind. He heard her breath shake and stutter and he started to touch her. Now she couldn’t move except to lay back onto his chest, hold onto his arms for dear life and twist her head to kiss his panting open mouth. She reached up to feel his hair brush her forearms.
‘I want you to come around me’ he said into her ear.
‘Touch me,’ she whined and he touched her spot and felt her tense around his cock.
‘You feel like heaven’ she breathed. He stopped again, killing her, he knew it, he wanted to drive her as mad as she was driving him. He lay her on her side and faced her.he pulled her leg over hers in one movement and she loved how assertive he was. He had forgotten himself, he just wanted to fuck her every way, feel every part of her next to his body. Soft, warm, wet. Her fingers digging into him. Her tongue exploring his mouth. Her scent in his nostrils.
He entered her again and he held her as he pumped into her.
‘Fuck’ he breathed out.
‘Touch yourself’ he said, she moved closer to him and he felt her hand between them. ‘Uugghhh’ she let out.
‘I’m gonna come’ she said and she moved her hand to the small of his back, wet with sweat. She moaned as if she were hurt and licked his lips, bit them. Licked the salty sweat off his throat.
‘Oh…’ he felt her grip tighten on his hips and he felt her come, she shook and her thigh pulled him deep inside her, her own orgasm milked his cock and he came inside her, he felt like he kept coming. His spine exploding as he reached his climax.
Sweaty, messy, they both glued together. She didn’t want him to pull out of her.
‘Stay inside me..’ she breathed and he did, god he felt so good. She felt complete and they kissed, he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
She fell in love with him at that moment, as he tenderly kissed her forehead after he’d fucked her senseless.
Her eyes were lazy and she licked her lips.
‘James,’
‘Mm’ he murmured ‘no one has called me James for so long’ he kissed her, squeezing her sweaty body into his, his cock still inside her.
‘I want to go out with you’ she smiled and he actually laughed softly.
‘With me? No one wants to be seen with me’
‘I do’ she wrapped her smooth legs around him and without even thinking his hand went to her sex again, just to feel where his cock was in her. It made her flush.
‘I want… you to be mine’ she breathed.
‘I think I already am’
She rested her head against his, they touched lips. Not kissing but just close, almost too intimate for two people who had never met before this evening.
‘Stay with me tonight’ he whispered. Her fingers smelled like sex as she stroked his cheek.
She nodded and tucked herself under his chin. He pulled out of her and he saw her frown, he smiled gently.
‘You miss me?’ He teased her.
She nodded, she did, already she missed him inside her.
He picked her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck, ‘let’s get cleaned up’ he carried her into the shower and washed her body as the water rained down on them and then he took her to bed.
——-
They woke up in the morning. The first morning in along time he’d slept through, no nightmares, just sleep. She clung to him like a limpet. He kissed the top of her hair, and she roused, she felt his cock enter her and he made love to her, slow and sleepy and their fingers intertwined as they both came.
—-
Natasha walked out from the kitchen and stopped in her tracks as she saw them like teenagers, kissing in the hallway. He was so tall he engulfed her but she had hooked her leg over his calf. Hot and heavy for a hallway kiss Natasha thought.
‘No way’ she said smiling, and they both turned their heads to her.
‘I did not see this happening’ she said twirling her finger in a circle at them.
‘Good morning’ li gave her a shit eating grin.
‘Wow’ Natasha was nodding and Bucky just stood up to his full height, smoothing his hair back off his face just for it to fall forward again. Li straightened herself up and went to touch his waist gently.
‘There is fresh coffee on, lovers’ she smiled at them and for the first time saw a peace on Buckys face. Was it actual happiness?
—-
Steve’s mouth dropped a little bit as Bucky walked in to the kitchen, a little straighter than usual. Steve’s eyes went to the little one following him. The goddess, Thor’s friend. Kali.
He turned to her and she nodded in acceptance of a coffee. She smiled and Steve’s eyebrows raised as he actually saw a gentle smile cross Bucky’s usually impassive features.
‘Bucky?
‘Oh.. hey Steve. You uh.. you know Li, Thor’s .. uh.. friend’
‘Hi’ she said and she shyly hid behind Bucky, pressing into his side.
‘Oh..ok, we met earlier this week Buck,’ Steve said without thinking. ‘I didn’t think you two had met.’
‘We met last night’ bucky said and cleared his throat.
‘I bet you did a lot more than meet last night’ they turned to see Tony smirk his way into the conversation.
‘The old man still has some game eh?’
He looked down, not accustomed to the fuss. One arm on the counter, his coffee in his metal arm.
‘I didn’t think you had it in you Grandpa.’
‘Leave him alone Tony’ Steve chided.
‘Nice to hear that the elderly can still…’
‘Sshhh’ Steve said.
She looked up at him and he met her eyes. He didn’t care about his teasing as he saw the gentle look in her eyes.
Tony and Steve looked at each other.
‘I think it’s love’ Tony hit Steve’s elbow.
Steve was speechless. Steve hadn’t seen Bucky look so happy.. well.. ever.
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Anti-Hero: Chapter 6
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC
Summary: After being experimented on as a young child and given abilities, Daniela has become a highly skilled member of the Avengers, and has even been assigned to mentor Peter Parker. Little does she know that the happiness she’s been able to find will become threatened by the very people who started her on her path long ago.
Warnings: blood, gunshots, angst, protective Bucky, language, eventual fluff
Word Count: 5,527
Notes: I got carried away with this one, so it's a bit lengthy! Just let me know what you guys think!
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THREE MONTHS LATER
Daniela had been training Peter for the past three months and he had been doing splendidly, she was really impressed with his progress! Not just that, he has doing superb in his classes as well, his first semester of college was over and he decided he wanted to continue going, he said it was the only thing that made him feel like a normal person. Tony and Steve were more than happy to let him keep going, they were happy to let him live as normal as he wished, within reason, he of course was still needed as an Avenger. During the past months, Daniela hadn't gone on any missions, she wasn't deemed needed, so she was starting to get a bit stir crazy herself, and had been spending much of her time in the gym and underneath her favorite tree.
“Velikov!”
Daniela stops her punching at the bag and looks up, “Yeah, Cap,” she stands back and begins to unwrap her hands, “what’s up?”
“Got a mission we need ya on,” he walks over with a file in his hands and nods at Peter, “gonna bring Parker along too.”
“Really,” Peter jumps off the treadmill at the sound of his name and makes his way over excitedly, bumping into Daniela, “am I really ready?”
Daniela laughs at his excitement, “I think so, you’ve been doing really well!” She hugs his shoulders and he hugs her back, tightly.
Steve smiles, “Yeah, I’ve heard nothing but good things. I think this would be a good mission to get you started.” He shifts his body weight and crosses his arms, “SHIELD located a small base outside Munich, we’ve been ordered to go in and find out what kind of intel they have. Apparently, they’re doing some high level weapons research.”
“So who’s all going besides us?” Daniela asks while tossing her wraps in a nearby trash can.
Steve closes the file and answers, “Everyone. Don’t know what kind of weapons they have and it's a decent sized place, so it’s all hands on deck.”
“Awesome,” Peter grins and looks to Daniela, “I get to use my new suit!”
**********
Everyone had loaded on to the Quinjet by now, Steve had finished going over the plan for the fifth time, and Daniela was finishing checking her gear. She snaps her trusty knife into place on her side and turns to Peter, “Alright, Parker,” his mask goes up around his face and he turns to face the solider, “you know what you’re doing out there? Stay back, web’em up. I don’t want you getting too close yet.”
Peter sighs heavily, “I know, I know. Stay hidden, use my webs, I got it.” He crosses his arms, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry so much.”
She rolls her eyes, “I worry about everyone, Parker, which now includes you.”
Tony walks up next to Daniela, in his Iron Man suit, with his face plate down so that she could see his face, “You do?”
She nods and smiles genuinely, “I care more than you guys realize.”
“Alright,” Steve chimes in, placing his helmet over his head, “wheels down in five, you guys ready?”
**********
Peter, Sam, Hulk, Wanda, and Daniela were outside, taking out the agents that were guarding the base. Steve, Bucky, Tony, and Natasha were all indoors, gathering intel, and killing any stragglers that had made their way inside to find cover. Tony and Natasha were busy trying to decode the intel that had been left on the computers, trying to make sense of it, while Steve and Bucky were busy hunting down the remaining hiding soldiers.
“Romanoff,” Sam shoots a pair of soldiers while stabbing another in the throat with his knife that was in the opposite hand, “you got a squad coming up outside that door, you better hurry up!”
“Shit!” She hisses through the coms.
Sam and Daniela were trying to keep their eyes on everyone, it just came natural to them to take on the responsibility, but it was always difficult. There were so many people running and flying, bombs and guns going off, while also trying to keep themselves alive, it took all of their energy. Daniela was doing her best to stay close to Peter, still not completely sure that he would be okay, it was her protective nature. Suddenly, Daniela notices out of the corner of her eye that Parker was too open and had attracted the attention of a sniper in the adjacent tower.
“Parker, you got a sniper on you.” Daniela says calmly over the coms, but he doesn’t answer, so she raises her voice, “Parker, are your ears open?”
Peter turns to face the now irate woman, tilting his head, “Wait, what?”
She hisses under her breath, “For fucks sake." She leaps over a large log that separates them and tackles him to the ground, just as the gun goes off, “Damnit, Parker,” she groans and rolls off of him, “pay attention!”
Peter grabs his arm and groans himself, the wind knocked out of him, “Sorry, sorry!” He then turns his head to look at her, “Shit, Dani,” he quickly crouches lowly next to her, “your leg!”
“What about it?” She sits up on her elbows and looks down at her right calf, blood covering the ground around it, “Oh fuck.” She looks up at the sniper tower and then pulls Peter back to the ground, just as a bullet misses and impales the tree directly behind him, “I fucking hate snipers.” She looks to Peter and nods toward the tower, “He’s still watching us.” She puts a finger to her ear and talks into the coms, “Someone take care of that tower, please!”
“Already on it!” Sam says and makes his way over to the tower, taking out the soldiers there, “All clear!”
“Thanks, now um,” Daniela chuckles into the coms, “I may have gotten my ass shot.”
Everyone hears Tony's laugh come through clearly, “Someone shot you in the ass?”
“I fucking hate you.” She rolls her eyes and Peter laughs while holding his stomach, causing Daniela to shake her head, “I was saving Parker and got myself shot in the process.”
“Damnit, Velikov,” Bucky hisses, gun shots raining in the background, “you were suppose to be careful!”
“Why so upset, Barnes?” She furrows her brows, while bringing up a hand to impale an incoming soldier with an ice shard, “I’ve gotten shot plenty of times.”
“Too many times really.” Natasha interjects, "You've become predictable."
“Like you’re one to talk.” Daniela takes a quick look around before sitting up to inspect her leg further, “It went all the way through, so I’m just gonna cauterize it and be done.” 
Daniela takes a deep breath while looking down at her calf, cauterizing a wound is never fun, it hurt like a bitch. After pulling out a lighter, she looks to Peter, “Parker,” he looks up from the wound and into her eyes with concern, “mind not watching? It’s not pretty.” He nods and turns away.
She takes another deep breath, then brings up her left hand and wiggles her fingers gently at her leg. As she does so, water begins to flow from her finger tips to the wound on her calf, flushing it of any dirt or debris, the pain of the water causes a slurry of cuss words to rush from Daniela's lips. Gritting her teeth, she lights the lighter, a flame emerges quickly, and she places it on the entry wound. As soon as the flame hits her skin, another string of cuss words fly out of her mouth and she clutches the dirt under her left hand. Once removing the flame, she does the same thing to the backside of her calf, making her cuss more. She let's go of the sand in her hand as she puts out the lighter, “Well, that fucking sucked.”
“Alright,” Sam came over the coms, “Wanda got the last of the guys out here, so when you guys are done in there. We can leave.”
“Get her and Parker to the jet, Sam,” Steve answers, “we’re clear in here too.”
“Can do.” A moment later, Sam lands a few feet from Peter, “You just can’t stay outta trouble can ya, kid?” He shakes his head while his wings retract back into his suit.
“Who me?” Peter tilts his head confused, “I didn’t get shot,” he points to Daniela, “she did!”
“While saving your ass.” She snaps back and Peter looks to the ground, “A little help, Sam?” She reaches out her hand and Sam walks over, grabbing it, “Fuck, this is some bullshit.” He slowly helps her up and she winces a bit as she tries to bare weight on it, “Yeah, you’re just gonna have to help me walk.”
Sam wraps Daniela's arm around his shoulders and secures his other arm around her back so that she wouldn't fall. Peter quickly stands up next to the pair and takes Daniela's other arm placing it around his own shoulders, “I’m sorry, Dani, honest!”
She rolls her eyes and winces a bit as they begin to walk, “It’s fine, kid, as long as you’re not dead. My leg’ll heal.”
The three slowly make their way back to the jet and find that the rest of the team was already there, “Shit,” Bucky rolls his eyes and walks over to them, “is it that bad?” He gestures for Peter to move and takes his place next to Daniela, helping her to the jet.
She takes in a deep breath as Bucky wraps his vibranium arm around her waist and helps her walk up the ramp to the jet, “Not really. Didn’t even feel it until Parker said something.”
“You got her?” Sam says looking to Bucky who nods, “‘K, I’m gonna take my gear off then.”
Daniela nods to him, “Thanks, Sam.” He waves in return.
Once Sam lets go, Bucky pulls Daniela closer to him, securing her to his side, “So it went clean through?” She nods as the pair make their way to the bed that was saved for the wounded, “You cauterize it then?” Bucky gently helps her lay down and then crouches down so that they are more eye level.
She raises an eyebrow and sits up on her elbows to look at him, “Did you pay no attention to what I said over the coms?”
“I was busy trying to kill people.” He says flatly.
“Alright.” She sighs and looks into his eyes, they were concerned but had a ting of anger, “But yeah I cauterized it already, so Helen can clean it or whatever when we get back.”
He nods and focuses his attention on her leg, running his hand over the wound lightly, making her wince a bit, “You were suppose to be careful.”
“Barnes,” she raises and eyebrow at his overt concern, “would you rather Parker be dead?”
“Of course not,” he slowly rubs her cauterized wound without looking at her, “don’t want you dead either.”
She tilts her head, confused by the sudden somberness, “I’ve gotten shot before.”
Which was true, she'd gotten shot so many times over her long life, she'd lost track of how many times she'd been shot. She had a few scars from the more severe wounds, some still ached when it got cold, like her shoulder, but the most important part was that she was still alive. She'd been very lucky in that regard. Bucky's sudden worry for her was strange, he'd seen her come back from missions all shot up and in the hospital too, so this wasn't something new for him.
Bucky looks back into her eyes, “Not while I’ve been on a mission with you.”
“Um,” she furrows her brows, “you know I would take a bullet for any of you.”
He sighs and nods slowly, “I know.”
She wanted so badly to ask what was going on in his head, but before she could, Tony walked in, “Dani, you need to stop getting shot.” He walks up next to her bed and crosses his arms, “How’s she looking, Barnes?”
“She looks great.” His face suddenly returns to it’s normal self, “Her leg too.” He winks, while patting her knee and then stands up, “I think she’ll live.”
“That’s good,” Natasha was the next to walk in, “I’d be lost without her.”
Bucky looks to Natasha and smiles, “We all would.” He then turns his head and furrows his brows, “Want me to send in Parker, so you can scold him?”
She shakes her head, “Nah, let him stew a bit,” she lays back down on her back, “I don’t feel like yelling at him right now.”
“I’ll do it,” Tony says clapping his hands together, “kid needs to get yelled at by someone other than you.”
Daniela smiles through closed eyes, “Finally.”
**********
After the jet had landed, Bucky had dropped her off at the hospital and promised to send someone to check on her later. As much as Daniela wanted Bucky to stop by himself, she knew he needed some time to himself after the mission, he always did, even if it was just a few hours. Currently, Helen was looking over Daniela's leg and shaking her head, disappointed that she once again got herself shot.
"Alright, Sergeant," Helen says as she starts to put gloves on, "I'm gonna have to open this back up and clean it out.”
The morphine that Bruce had given her during the flight had started to wear off, so she she was starting to feel more pain in her calf, “Really,” she looks down at her leg, "is it that bad?”
"No," Helen brought a stool over to the side of the bed near her feet, "but I don't want it to get infected.”
"Alright," she sighs, "whenever you're ready doc.”
Helen begins by cleaning Daniela's leg with iodine and then injecting it with some lidocaine, in order to numb it before making an incision. She leans back in her stool and gets out her tray of supplies, "So how's training Peter going?”
She lays her head back on the pillow, "Oh other than taking a bullet for him, not too bad,” Helena laughs, "he's a good kid. I just need to train him a bit more apparently.”
"Well, hopefully you won't have to take anymore bullets. I'm tired of fixing you up." Helen sighs, waiting on the lidocaine to start taking effect, "Seems like you and Natasha are the ones who get sent here the most.”
“Well, it’s been a solid," she pauses thinking to herself, "three months since I’ve had to be in here.”
She smiles, “Only because you haven't been on a mission." They both chuckle, "And I was hoping it would be longer, as much as I like to see you, the less I see you the better.” She makes a small cut on Daniela's leg, "Can you feel that?" Daniela shakes her head, "Alright, let's get started then.”
**********
Half a hour later, Daniela's leg was all cleaned up and as good as new. She still hated Helen's regeneration technology, it freaked her out. After living so long, Daniela had seen many changes throughout the decades, technology was one thing that was still difficult for her to wrap her brain around, but she did her best to keep up. She read a lot, talked with Tony and Bruce, Vision had been helpful too, but it was still overwhelming at times.
Once the machine had finished, Tony clears his throat to make his presence known, “Is she gonna live, Helen,” he leans against the doorframe, “or do I need to inform the team that she’s a goner?”
Daniela chuckles, "I'm gonna outlive you, Tony."
He chuckles and walks inside, "Not if you keep being so reckless.”
"It was either I tackle Spiderboy or him take a bullet in the head." She sits up slowly, "I decided his life was more important than mine.”
Tony shakes his head and hands her a green colored drink, "I wish you valued your life a bit more.”
She takes a drink and smiles flatly, "I'll work on it, sir.”
Helen walks up on Daniela's right and begins to bandage her calf, "I'm gonna need you to take it easy today and tomorrow.”
She watches as Helen wraps her calf, "So bed rest?”
"Yeah, that would be best.” Helena says as she helps Daniela up off the bed, "You had an extensive injury and your leg needs time to heal.”
"Lord," Tony says taking her arm from Helen, "how are you gonna do that? You're shit at relaxing.”
Daniela glares at him, "Could say the same about you, Tony.” They both laugh as she takes another drink from her cup.
"How's it feel?" Helen asks.
Daniela puts some weight on it and shrugs, "It's okay, I'll manage.”
"In 30 minutes that lidocaine'll wear off, so you'll feel more sore then.” Helen turns to Tony, "Help her back to the common area, it’s a bit of a walk." Daniela rolls her eyes as Tony helps her out of the room and down the hall, toward the living room of the compound.
As the pair make their way down the hallway and up the stairs toward the living room, Daniela's mind starts to wander. There's one thing that's bothered her since her arrival at the compound and she's never been able to get a straight answer from Steve, so naturally she decides to ask Tony, "Can I ask you something?”
Tony nods next to her, “Always.”
"Now, don't go judging me for what I'm gonna ask,” he laughs as she glares at the stairs, "it's always bugged me, but lately it’s really been bothering me. Why did you guys have Barnes train me?” She pauses as they finish going up the last of the stairs, “I always thought you'd have Rogers do it since he was the one who brought me here.”
Tony furrows his brows together and was quiet for a moment, thinking to himself, "It wasn't completely my decision.” She looks to him and he shrugs, "Rogers thought that it would be good for Barnes to have something to do, to get him all normalized. Plus, it would get you both outta your comfort zone a bit." Daniela rolls her eyes, "You gotta admit it worked, you guys get along great. He seems to like you better than some of us. He trained ya real good too, you've helped him out as well."
Daniela scoffs, "How exactly have I helped him? All I did was give him a huge scar and then I had to walk on eggshells around the guy for at least a month.”
"Yeah, you guys really need to kiss and make up.” She sticks her tongue out in disgust and Tony chuckles, "He's over it, ya know, has been for awhile. It’s been almost two years, so you should get over it too.”
"How, Tony?" She reaches out and takes his hand, the lidocaine in her leg beginning to wear off, "I lost control of my temper and he suffered for it. I may be a bitch, but I'm not completely heartless.”
He grabs her hand to steady her, "And here I thought you had no soul.”
She laughs sarcastically and rolls her eyes, "Very funny, I'm being serious.”
"Same here." He stops just short of the entry way to the living room and lowers his voice, "I know it's tough for you to be open with people, but maybe try? Barnes cares about you, ya know. You two have grown close over the past few years, at least give him a chance. You might be surprised what happens if you do.”
Tony meant every word of what he said. He really wished Daniela would give Bucky a chance, in more ways than just forgiveness. He sees the way they look at each other and he can tell there's a spark there, he just can't believe that the pair are too dumb to see it in each other. Bucky may not be Tony's best friend, but he did want happiness for the soldier. Daniela on the other hand was one of his favorite people and if being with Bucky would make her happy, then he may just have to help nudge them together.
Daniela crosses her arms and leans her back against the wall, “Well, we um, we’re closer than you realize.”
A huge grin spreads across his face, completely proud, “Oh yeah, do tell.”
Her face turns red and she chuckles from his excitement, “God, you sound like such a teenager.”
He rolls his eyes, “Just tell me.”
She shakes off the embarrassment and points a finger at him, “If you tell anyone what I’m about to say, I will destroy your suits.”
“Oh yeah,” he raises a challenging eyebrow, “I’d love to see you try, babe.”
“Is that a challenge, iron maiden?" Tony laughs at the name and she continues, "I’ll freeze everything, make it look like Christmas down there.”
“God, I love you.” He smiles big and Daniela blushes at the floor, “Anyway just tell me! I won’t tell a soul.”
She shakes her head, “It’s not that big of a deal. You know how I get with storms and how sometimes I need someone to help me. Well, on a few occasions Barnes has been that person.”
His eyes widen in shock, “No shit?”
Her eyes narrow in return, “What?”
He shrugs, “Just never figured you two for thunder-buddies.”
“Nothing happens!” She laughs while Tony wiggles his eyebrows, “You've help me out before, Tony! You know how bad my PTSD can get, but it doesn’t bother him at all. The thunder just,” she takes in a deep breath, “it reminds me of tougher times and for some reason he makes me feel safe.”
Tony smirks, but then eventually smiles, “That’s adorable.”
“And this is why I didn’t wanna tell you.”
**********
“She's alive!” Sam announces as Tony and Daniela enter the living room. She looks around to see that everyone was lounging around on the various couches and chairs around the room, "Thank God because Parker was freaking out!”
Peter glares at him, “Was not!” He gets up from his seat and hops over to the soldier, “So does it hurt? Are you gonna be okay? Do you have any stitches?” His eyes grew wider with each question, "Am I still an Avenger!?”
"Dear God, stop!” She groans as Tony laughs next to her, "Too many questions, Parker, at least le'me sit down first.” Tony takes her to one of the couches and purposefully sits her down beside Bucky, who looks her over a bit, clearly assessing to see if she really was alright. Daniela smiles flatly at him and he nods his head in a mild greeting. Peter then plops down next to her and she half smiles at his energy, "First off, Parker, of course you're still an Avenger," she chuckles weakly, "that wouldn't even be my call that's more of a Tony and Steve thing.”
"Mr. Stark said it was up to you," he furrows his brows and tilts his head like a confused puppy, "and that I had to wait for you to get back from the med bay to know my fate." His eyes trail over to Tony who was trying to hide a smirk— but failing.
Daniela groans in frustration, ”God, Tony! You said you were gonna talk to him, not scare him!”
"I specifically said I was gonna yell at him," he raises his hand defensively, "because you didn't feel like it, so I did exactly that.”
“He sure did," Steve shakes his head, "scared the life outta the kid.”
Tony glares at the solider on the couch next to him, "He deserved it! They could've been killed! I'm not having that shit on my watch!”
"Anyway," Daniela says closing her eyes for a moment, "moving on.” She opens her eyes again, looking to Peter, "I think it's safe to say you're grounded for a while. No more missions until I say so.”
“But—" he stammers.
"No buts, Parker,” she crosses her arms, “Tony’s right, you could've been killed. You weren’t paying any attention to long range threats and you were lucky that I was!” She sighs exasperated, “It’s already difficult for me to try and keep an eye on everyone while we’re out there. I can’t do that and babysit you! I have to trust that you can take care of yourself first and you’re definitely not there yet.”
Peter hangs his head, "I'm sorry.”
She frowns a bit, feeling a tad guilty for being so harsh, but she meant it. She couldn’t keep an eye on the team and then constantly worry that he might be off somewhere getting killed. He was doing such a good job training at the compound, maybe she jumped the gun too soon in thinking he was ready for the field. She's never trained a special solider before, so maybe she needed some pointers. She blamed herself really, the soldier is only as good as their commander.
Daniela sighs and places her hand over his, "Look, I'm not saying never again," he looks up and meets her eyes, "you just need more training. It's my fault if anything.”
The last statement caused Bucky to elbow her side, which earned a glare from Daniela, "It's not your fault, Velikov.” She removes her hand from Peter's and crosses her arms, "The kid wasn't paying any attention and got you shot for fucks sake.”
“Barnes—”
"Stop defending him." He glares down at her, "You're right he needs more training, but that doesn't mean you failed. He needs to take responsibility too.”
"Okay." She says slowly through gritted teeth, "My apologies, Barnes,” he narrows his eyes at her, "it was both our faults then.”
"At least you're both okay," Steve interjects before the argument escalates, "this is how we learn. Now, Velikov, go get some rest. I think it's safe to say you've earned it.”
She sighs heavily, "Alright, Cap.”
She moves to stand up when Bucky beats her to it, offering his hand, "Le'me help ya, okay?”
She pushes his hand away and stands up on her own, "I got this.”
Bucky scoffs next to her, "Stop being so damn stubborn for once.” He takes her arm and she takes a deep breath to calm her growing temper, “And stop giving me that look," Daniela raises a challenging eyebrow at him, "I'm not gonna tolerate it." She laughs dryly and looks at the floor while everyone goes quiet, expecting her to go off on him.
However, Daniela was use to this kind of treatment. By no means was he being hateful, this was his version of tough love, it helped her actually. Daniela preferred it to being babied, which is probably why they got along so well, she would rather people be honest and blunt, than tip-toe around her feelings. Bucky seemed to understand that after their first month of training together. During that time, Daniela and Sam ended up having a huge, stupid fight. Afterwards, she went to the gym and set Sam's favorite punching bag on fire then sat on a bench to watch it burn, while drinking a bottle of his favorite vodka. Eventually, Bucky showed up because FRIDAY had told him what she was doing, surprisingly he didn’t seem too shocked. He just walked in, grabbed the bottle from her, took a drink, and proceeded to tell her to take the stick out of her ass and put out the fire. Bucky usually put on a much nicer demeanor around the group though, not everyone understood their relationship.
"Damn, Barnes,” Sam says, "since when are you so hard on her?”
"He's always been this way,” she glares at Bucky, but still accepting his help, "he's just usually better at hiding it.”
He chuckles at her, "Well, I'm full of surprises too, ya know.”
Daniela rolls her eyes as they walk down the hall away from the team, "I guess so.” She winces a bit when she steps wrong and she holds on to him tighter, "Okay, maybe I did need your help..." Her sentence trails off as she stops to gain her composure, resting her head against his bicep. The lidocaine had almost completely worn off at this point and she was really starting to feel the toll the bullet took on her calf.
He nods, "It's almost like I knew you would.”
She scoffs and lifts her head back up once more, "You think you know me so well, Sergeant.”
"That's because I do.” He chuckles as they make their way down the hall again, "By the way," his voice drops a bit causing a knot to form in her stomach, "stop calling me Sergeant. I know why you're doing it and it's starting to get on my nerves. I’ve told you a million times to call me either Bucky or Barnes.”
Without looking at him, she responds, "I'm just calling you by your rank.”
"You do it sarcastically.” He says as he helps her around the corner, "I know you hate taking orders from me,” Daniela sighs and continues looking ahead, "can you please get over it? We're on the same side.”
She purses her lips, "I'll work on it.”
He nods a thank you, "Why does it bother you anyway?"
It wasn't a big deal as to why it bothered Daniela and it wasn't anything personal either, it was just an issue that she was still trying to work through since becoming an Avenger. In the past, women weren't allowed to join the Marines, let alone be active duty and hold high ranks, so it meant a lot to her when she could finally join and fight alongside other soldiers. When she was promoted to Sergeant, she had her own squadron that she was in charge of, they were so loyal to her, and she missed them dearly. Leading people wasn't originally for her, but she grew into it after fighting and living for so long and so she loved it now, to be able to have people depend on her and trust her like her boys did back then, there wasn't anything like it. Now however, things were different. She was in charge of one person, a kid, her shadow. She loved Peter, but he was no soldier and it was frustrating beyond belief that he almost got himself killed. Nothing against the people at the compound, but she did hate taking orders from so many of them, she still wasn't completely use to it, but it was her issue, nothing anyone else could fix.
She groans in frustration, “It’s just—” she stops to lean against a nearby wall, “Barnes, I’ve been through a lot throughout my life and I’m trying to move on. Maybe some day I’ll tell you my story, but not now, I just got shot. Plus, I’m just not ready yet.” She bites her lip and crosses her arms, “If it makes you feel better, it’s nothing personal, honest."
“Okay,” he sighs heavily, “but if you actually want to talk. I’m here.”
She closes her eyes, “I know, you always say that.”
“‘Cause I mean it.” He smirks, “I mean, you’ll come find me during thunderstorms and you'll stay the night in my bed. We talk about all kinds of things too, so sometimes it's hard not to take it personal.”
She shakes her head and opens her eyes, “I’ve told you before I’m not good with emotions and sharing, so I dunno—”
“You just need someone,” he smiles, “I get it.”
She closes her eyes and sighs, “Can we drop it now ‘cause it's getting weird." She opens her eyes to find Bucky's expression had softened greatly and he was looking at her strange, “What?"
“Nothing," he shakes his head, “um,” he runs his flesh hand through his hair, "come on let me help you back to your room.”
She doesn't move and he looks to her curiously, "Are things gonna be weird between us now? Like, if there’s a thunderstorm, do I need to find Tony?” 
He narrows his gaze and she smirks playfully, knowing her statement would cause him to get upset, “I’d be offended if you did that.” Daniela chuckles and he shrugs, “I just don’t want you to think that just because I’m your superior you can’t tell me things.”
She takes his arm that he offers, “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.”
The rest of the walk, the pair are silent, mostly because neither know what else to say. What Tony and Daniela had discussed earlier that day made her head a bit foggy and she still didn't know how to be honest with Bucky yet. They'd always had a good friendship, sure they were hard on each other, but she still deeply cared about him. She figured it went the other way too, but he was a hard person to read, maybe some day she would get the courage and ask.
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Title: Across the Multiverse, I Follow You
Plot: Bucky's relationship ends terribly, and with Steve gone, all he wants is her love back. He goes to Wanda and the Darkhold for help.        
    The break up was traumatic enough. Wanda can’t figure out why James would want to subject himself to the possibility of this happening again. And then she thinks about the fact that Steve is long gone, Tony, Natasha, too, and perhaps James and the redhead may have ended up together. Wanda’s certain they at least fucked a handful of times. It’s clear now why James would come to her. He felt he had nothing left to lose. She can sympathize, staring a few seconds at the tips of her blackened fingers.
            “She told me she couldn’t look at you anymore, last we spoke.”
            “And when was that?” Bucky asks calmly, closing his eyes and waiting for the answer.
            “Does it matter?”
Bucky sighs, “She still talks to you, doesn’t she?”
Wanda only offers him silence, shrugging and smiling maliciously.
            “And doesn’t want me to know.”
Wanda finally nods.
“If I do this, it may be no different in any other universe…She may even hate you in all of the other ones…why not let me send you to one where your best friend is still alive?” Wanda cocks her head to the side, stepping a little closer to the soldier, eying him curiously. He glares into the distance a moment.
“If she finds out I’m doing this for you, she will hate me, too. Then what will you do?”
“Well, will you help me just for now? Please?”
“Even if she wants nothing to do with you in the other verses?”
            “…It’s a risk I’m willing to take. I figure if I’m in a world with her not hating me, Steve could be there, too,” he explains. The sudden giddy excitement in his ocean gaze reminds Wanda of something she has felt many a time before, what everyone else thought she was. Insane. She wasn’t thinking about the consequences. She knew what she wanted. Bucky knew what he wanted.
            “Do you get the dreams, too?” Wanda asks.
            “You mean, dreams where she’s still in love with me, and I haven’t fucked everything up? Yeah. Every single night," he explains, his shoulders falling with visible despair. He’s not so strong anymore, she thinks. Not that he’d have been a match for her, should he have become violent. He’s broken, compared to what she used to see in him in their hey day.
            “It won’t be real, until I can find a way to get to the multiverse permanently…it’ll feel very real, and I’ll keep you under as long as you want. But just know, you will eventually wake up. Even my magic won’t keep your consciousness there forever. It has other things it needs to address that even magic cannot keep it from.”
Bucky nods, sitting cross legged on the hard stone floor. He decided before he came to Wanda that he doesn’t care about the consequences. He’d hit rock bottom. There was nowhere left to go.
            “I’m ready,” he says, looking up at the witch desperately.
            “How long do you want to stay under?”
            “As long as you can hold it.”
He sees red emanating from her hands, and it sears at first, in his chest, in his eyes. He groans in some agony, wondering if instead Wanda has decided to kill him. He’d have been fine with that, personally. But Wanda disappears suddenly, and he’s walking around somewhere…no, floating…he can hear laughing. His own voice. He’s talking to someone.
            “Mage?” His voice is only an echo when he hears it, like it’s reverberating off of empty space. And he sees himself then, chasing a chocolate Labrador around the couch, Mage’s voice laughing somewhere nearby.
            “He won’t sit still! We’re gonna have to take him to the vet—”
            “Bucky, he’s gonna run down the hall!” Mage’s laughing makes his heart warm. He’s still floating above the two of them, and when he sees himself running out of the door after the dog, a pill clasped in his shiny fingers, he follows. In the hallway, it’s oddly dark, but he can still see himself running after the dog. More like an aura of gold light. It surrounds his figure. He pauses in the hall, the dog running into the kitchen. The soldier pauses in his floating, too.
            “James?” Mage calls from the other room, “…think his food is a good method!”
He can’t focus on Mage’s voice, even though he just wants to turn around and run to her. He focuses on his body, down below, looking about, wondering who’s following him. And then he races forward, as soon as Mage starts into the hallway. The impact of merging into his body causes him to fall back, land ass down on the floor.
            “James? Holy fuck, are you okay? Where’s the flea pill?”
Mage runs to him, having turned the light on in the hallway.
            “I, uh, d-dropped it. Yeah, I’m okay. Just—just tripped a second running after that little booger,” he explains, laughing. He knew that if he didn’t stay in character, Mage would get suspicious. He had long missed her eyes, the warmth of her embrace.
            “I love you,” she says, wrapping her arms around him, “You sure you’re okay?”
            “Y-yeah, babe.”
He stands hastily, wrapping Mage up in his arms. He can’t help but break out in tears, silently, clutching her so that her feet have left the ground. She starts giggling as he holds her.
            “Are you okay?” she asks again, attempting to finally peel him off of her. He gazes down at her, and she looks concerned at the fat tears rolling down his cheeks.
            “You’re scaring me, James…what’s wrong with you? Did you get hurt?”
He picks her up again and carries her into the living room, sits on the couch, just holding her.
            “Bucky…?”
            “I love you,” he whispers.
Her hands massaging his shoulders is the most inviting affection he had ever received. Suddenly, he feels a pulling, like someone is trying to force him out through a door. This mental image keeps appearing, until all he begins to see is scarlet.
            “No! No—please—let me stay!”
            “James?” Mage’s worried eyes somehow break his heart all over again.
            “You can’t stay—someone is coming,” Wanda explains. It takes a few more seconds of blinking before he realizes he’s still sitting the way he had been when Wanda performed her magic on his mind. She is kneeling to his height. He begins to sob.
            “Why didn’t you just leave me?”
            “Because you have to hide,” she explains.
Everything around him gradually loses its crimson and begins to appear more…real. He had lost touch with reality. Wanda’s hands suck all the red out of the wasteland around her to sow a series of trees full of life. When she finishes her work, and turns to find him still sitting there, she glares.
            “You need to leave now. If you come back, I can help you again, but you need to leave.”
As he stands with shaky legs to make himself scarce, little does the soldier know that the person coming to see Wanda is the same person who would stop her.
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