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mrs-dr-reid · 2 years

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Infinity War Part 2

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A/N: Oh, damn, she do be a short one! Also, IW feels and spoilers (if for some reason you still haven’t seen it, and if so, get on that shit!). Also also, crap. I have to rewatch Endgame to be able to write the next few parts. Imma go scream into the abyss real quick. Enjoy! (And just a quick note: the Not-Chitauri are actually called Outriders according to the MCU Wiki, but there’s no way any of the characters in the story (Stephanie in particular as it’s her POV) would know that, so when it says “Not-Chitauri”, just know that they’re called Outriders)

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Status Report:

Where was I? Oh, yeah. Aliens were invading Wakanda, I got a new suit (three of them, actually), I didn’t knock Steve into the next millennium… yeah, I think we’re all caught up here. I’m sorry for the wait. Things got really intense, and I couldn’t bring myself to write for a while (you’ll understand why later). Now, on to the good stuff.

ANYWAY, all of us loaded onto these hover-boat things (Wakandan technology is truly amazing), and Rose said, “How we looking, Bruce?”, into her earpiece, so he replied, “Yeah, I think I’m getting the hang of it,” then flew past the boat me and Steve were standing on and landing while letting out an excited yelp because he was ironically wearing the Hulk Buster armor from the Wanda Fiasco during the Ultron thing, which was actually kind of cute.

He said, “Wow! This is amazing, man! It’s like being the Hulk without actually-…,” then proceeded to trip over a large rock and face plant into the dirt, making me let out a snort and Okoye shoot a judgmental look at him as her boat passed (I wanna be like her when I grow up). He said he was okay, then Rhodey and Sam flew overhead, Rhodey saying, “I’ve got two heat signatures breaking through the tree line,” as the two of them went to join the large Wakandan army awaiting orders.

A larger man whom I was told was named M'Baku was leading who I assumed were the Jabari in a tribal chant (Jess gave me a rundown of Wakanda’s LOOOOOONG history on FaceTime once), then he quieted them to shake hands with T'Challa, who said, “Thank you for standing with us,” and M'Baku replied, “Of course, brother,” in Xhosa, the language of Wakanda (I’ve been learning, but I can only understand simple phrases so far). The girl alien from before and a beefy (presumably) male alien walked right up to the barrier, so Steve, Nat, T'Challa, and I walked down to greet them. Nat said, “Where’s your other friend?”, referring to the alien she stabbed in the train station, and the girl replied, “You will pay for his life with yours. Thanos will have that stone,” so Steve said, “That’s not gonna happen,” me adding, “Not in a million light years, Girlfriend.”

T'Challa said, “You are in Wakanda now. Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood,” so the girl said, “We have blood to spare,” then lifted her spear with a grunt, and the giant ship things started moving. Our little group joined the rest of the army, and Bucky said, “They surrender?”, so Steve said, “Not exactly,” then T'Challa began to lead the Wakandans in a Xhosa chant when he noticed movement in the trees. All at once, a whole heard of aliens burst through the trees and came charging towards the barrier. Jess said, “What the hell?”, and Nat said, “We must’ve pissed her off,” which made me smirk slightly. The aliens (which were definitely not Chitauri, because they were bigger and nastier looking, though they did look similar) tried to claw through the barrier, but that either rid them of their limbs or their torsos (obviously killing them, which was not a pleasant thing to witness).

Okoye said, “They’re killing themselves,” then a few of them started making it through the barrier, so T'Challa told his warriors to arm themselves, then they opened fire on the Not-Chitauri (that’s the best name I could come up with for them) with their electric spears, Bucky and Bruce joining in with an automatic rifle and repulsor rays respectively while Sam flew in overhead and deployed his drones to thin out the crowd. He yelled, “You see the teeth on those things?”, and Rhodey said, “All right, back up, Sam. You’re gonna get your wings singed,” then dropped some bombs on them, causing those who hadn’t made it through the barrier to start circling around the outside.

Bruce said, “Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us… there’s nothing between them and Vision,” so Steve replied, “Then we better keep ‘em in front of us,” and Okoye asked, “How do we do that?”, making T'Challa say, “We open the barrier,” before touching his earpiece and saying, “On my signal, open North-West Section 17,” with a determined look on his face. I heard a woman say over the line, “Requesting confirmation, My King. You said open the barrier?”, and he repeated, “On my signal,” prompting M'Baku to say, “This will be the end of Wakanda,” earning Okoye’s response of, “Then it will be the noblest ending in history,” and a smirk from me. Steve opened his new shield gloves (which looked pretty badass), T'Challa shouted at his warriors to put down their shields in Xhosa, then shouted in English, “Wakanda forever!”, and put on his mask, so all of the warriors let out a battle cry, and everyone started charging towards the barrier.

I saw a sliver of barrier open, and both Steve and T'Challa charged ahead before jumping over a small river and starting their attacks, so I went icy and flew around shooting ice spears at the approaching hoard of Not-Chitauri, occasionally landing and fighting melee style the old fashioned way, my new suit accommodating my movements and powers just as Shuri said it would (which felt awesome). I noticed an alien knocked Bucky’s rifle away and was about to get him, so I went icy and bodychecked the sucker away from him before stabbing it through the head and heart with icicles. I helped him up, and he said, “Thanks, Steph,” so I replied, “No problem, Buckaroo,” and mock-saluted before going off on my own again.

Eventually, all of our strongest fighters (including myself) were getting dog-piled by the aliens, and Bruce yelled, “There’s too many of them!”, but just when we thought we were goners, a familiar-looking rainbow exploded onto the scene, then an ax lit up with electricity flew out of it and took down a whole bunch of the suckers, freeing up me, Steve, Bruce, and T'Challa. The rainbow faded away to reveal Thor with short hair, an anthropomorphic tree, and a raccoon standing on its hind legs while holding a large gun and wearing a shirt and pants. I flew over to Steve to help him up, then Bruce laughed while yelling, “You guys are so screwed now!”, which made me roll my eyes, even though there was a smile a mile wide on my face. Thor yelled, “Bring me Thanos!”, then sprinted forward and showed off some power that I didn’t even know he had, but I wasn’t going to complain about it.

Steve and I were kicking some ass while Thor was slicing and dicing with his new ax nearby, so when we had a little bit of a break, Steve said, “New haircut?”, and Thor replied, “Notice you’ve copied my beard,” while gesturing to his own, making Steve gesture at his in a “yeah” kind of way. I smiled and said, “Glad to have you back, Thor,” so he said, “Glad to be back, Lady Stephanie,” then smiled back before saying, “By the way, this is a friend of mine, Tree,” and gesturing at the walking tree I mentioned earlier with his ax, who happened to have his arm impaled through three aliens. The tree thing yelled, “I am Groot!”, so Steve (ever the polite one), gestured to himself and me while he said, “I am Steve Rogers. And this is Stephanie Carter,” making me wave slightly and say, “Hello,” only slightly confused by the fact that there was a talking tree (I’ve dealt with weirder things in the last 6 years, believe me).

Gigantic wheel things (I honestly have no idea what they were, but they were terrifying as shit) broke through the ground and started plowing through everything, so I flew up and tried to push them away from the army, but to no avail. I joined Okoye and Nat in their fighting, and just when we were about to be plowed over, Wanda came out of nowhere and stopped the wheel things that were coming at us with her powers. A hoard of Not-Chitauri started coming for us, but she threw her arms behind her and sent the wheel things at them instead. Nat and I smirked, and Okoye put her spear down while saying, “Why was she up there all this time?”, with an unamused look on her face, which made me laugh slightly (again, I want to be her when I grow up).

Sam said, “Guys, we got a Vision situation here,” and Steve said, “Somebody get to Vision!”, so Bruce said, “I got him!”, and Wanda said, “On my way,” before getting hit in the face by the girl alien. The girl said, “He’ll die alone. As will you,” so Nat said, “She isn’t alone,” making her look up to see me, Nat, and Okoye surrounding her. I held myself in a fighting stance and said, “No one messes with my daughter and gets away with it. Especially not an extraterrestrial bitch,” making her let out a battle cry before starting her assault.

I heard Bruce say, “Guys! Vision needs backup now!”, but I was preoccupied with the girl alien and couldn’t respond. Eventually, all three of us were knocked down, but I got back up to keep fighting only to be pinned to the ground with a sword at my neck. Wanda lifted her off of me just in time, and into an oncoming wheel thing, killing her instantly and splattering me in the face with blue blood. I sat up slightly, then after breathing hard for a couple of seconds, I said, “Okay, that was gross,” making Wanda and Nat let out slight chuckles.

She left to go find Vision, then I heard Steve say over comms, “Everyone, on my position. We have incoming,” so we all found Steve in a little grove of trees, and all of them were moving even though there wasn’t any wind, which made Nat say, “What the hell?”, and me say, “You said it, Sister,” her smirking slightly in response. A portal opened up, then a giant, bald, purple man wearing a golden gauntlet on his very large left hand stepped through it, making an icy chill run through me at the realization that the new challenger was Thanos (kind of ironic, but whatevs).

Bruce said, “Cap. That’s him,” so Steve opened his shields again and said, “Eyes up. Stay sharp,” before all of us charged him. He made Bruce phase through him and into the rocks with the Space Stone, sent Steve to the side with the Power Stone, then caught T'Challa by the throat and sent him to the ground with a punch to the head, which made me realize how juiced up on the Stones Thanos really was. I only looked over my shoulder for half a second to see Wanda using her magic on Vision’s stone, and my heart broke for her before I turned my focus back to Thanos.

He sent Sam spiraling to the ground, he almost turned Rhodey into a pancake, he sent Bucky, Jess, and Okoye flying, he pinned me and Nat under rock spires (which wasn’t very fun), and he broke free of Groot’s tree roots. Steve charged in to go toe-to-toe with him, and he managed to hold the gauntlet open for a solid 15 seconds before getting socked in the face and crumpling to the ground, which made me let out a sob, because there was no way he could have survived a hit that hard right in the face, even if he was a super soldier.

Wanda managed to destroy the Mind Stone, but Thanos used the Time Stone to undo it, making me smack my head against the ground in defeat, but while he did that, Bruce was removed from the rocks, the rocks trapping Nat and I were taken away, and Steve definitely wasn’t dead (though I wasn’t completely sure that he had died in the first place, because I couldn’t get up and check due to the rocks that were on top of me). He ripped the stone out of Vision’s head after knocking Wanda away, and I felt my blood turn to actual ice and my stomach churn when I saw the color drain from Vision’s body quicker than you could blink.

Thanos dropped Vision’s body on the ground and put the stone in his gauntlet, then after a few seconds, he got hit in the chest with lightning, making me smile slightly. Thor chucked his ax at him, and even though Thanos used all six stones to try and hold it back, the ax kept going and lodged itself in Thanos’ chest (that’s one powerful weapon there (no offense to Mjölnir, wherever she might be)). Just when I thought it was over, Thanos lifted his arm, then snapped his fingers, making my eyes widen at the thought of what he could have done with that snap.

The gauntlet started smoking, and Thor said, “What did you do? What did you do?!”, but Thanos teleported away without saying anything, leaving no trace of his presence except for the purple blood stain on Thor’s ax (ew). I ran over to help Steve up, and he said to Thor, “Where’d he go? Thor. Where’d he go?”, then I heard Bucky say, “Steve?”, so both he and I turned to see Bucky disintegrate right in front of our eyes, making Jess freeze with a look of horror on her face.

She said, “Bucky?! No!”, then knelt where his ashes were before starting to cry. She sobbed, “I just got you back! I just got you back!”, then looked up at me with tears streaming down her face and said, “Steph? What just happened?!”, before she disintegrated as well, her ashes mixing with Bucky’s, making my blood start running cold again because I just started realizing that Thanos’ endgame was much more sinister than I had first thought. Steve and I knelt where our friends had once been, put a hand on the ground each, then shot confused and broken looks at Thor, who still said nothing.

I heard Okoye shouting in Xhosa and Rhodey calling Sam’s name, then I heard Wanda weakly say, “Mom?” (which scared me enough as it is because I’ve never asked her to call me Mom before), so I turned to see that she was kneeling by Vision’s corpse with an utterly defeated and heartbroken look on her face. She started disintegrating, too, making me whisper, “Wanda?”, get up, and sprint over to her, but I was too late, and she dissolved into a pile of ash, making me kneel where she once had, put my hands on the ground, whisper, “No…,” and start sobbing quietly.

Steve came to my side, then after rolling Vision’s body over, he plopped down on the ground beside me and pulled me onto his lap in a vain attempt to comfort me. Nat came sprinting over, but she stopped dead at the sight of Vision’s body. Rhodey said, “What is this? What the hell is happening?”, but Steve could only say, “Oh, God,” while I kept sobbing silently into his chest because I was so broken that his loving embrace that usually calmed me down wasn’t helping at all. That’s gonna be all for now. Bye, everyone.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months

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Got My Doll Back » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Enhanced!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America, Sam Wilson/Falcon, and Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Summary: Bucky gets his wife back after thinking that she was dead for years.

Warnings: Fluff, language, mentions of past memories & trauma, fighting, crying, kissing, pet names (doll)

A/N: Y/N has the same powers as Wanda.

A/N #2: Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for helping find the first aesthetic picture🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

“These 4 people are your mission. Get these 3 out of the way.” Pierce shows you pictures of Captain America, the Falcon, and Black Widow. “And bring the Winter Soldier back to us alive. Understand?” He says, showing you a picture of the Winter Soldier.

“I understand, sir.” You reply.

Alarms at the base you’re at went off, along with a flashing red light in the room. Pierce went to the security system to see four people walking through the hallways of the base separately. Pierce chuckles and smirks before turning to face you.

“This mission may be easier than we thought. Go to the south end of the base and bring the Winter Soldier to the room.” He tells you.

You nodded and headed towards the door. An agent opened it for you. You headed to the south side of the base. Your walk was cut short when you heard a woman’s voice. You turned around to see a woman with red hair and wearing a black mission suit, one of your targets. She rose one of her arms, getting ready to shoot one of her widow bites at you. Your powers glowed red in your right hand, along with your eyes glowing red. She began to walk towards you, but you used your powers to throw her against the wall, making her groan in pain when she landed on the floor. You ran away from her before she could get up and get you.

“Rogers, Barnes, Wilson. There’s a woman wearing all black with a red jacket is going to the south side of the base. She’s enhanced.” Natasha says into her ear piece.

“I’m on it!” Sam replies, running to the south side.

You rounded the corner to see your second target causing you to stop in your tracks, seeing a man standing across from you.

“I’m not about to fight a woman so let’s do this the easy way.” Sam says.

“That’s a shame.” You say, slightly tilting your head.

Your eyes turned red, along with a ball of red appearing in your hand. You threw it at him causing him to fall to the floor. You ran past him to find your other two targets.

“She’s going east now!” Sam says into his ear piece.

“I see her!” Bucky replies.

Bucky shoots at you. You quickly ducked to the floor to avoid the bullet. You chuckled and stood up with your back facing him.

“Got outsmarted by a woman, didn’t you, Soldat?” You say.

Bucky froze and his eyes went wide. The voice sounds all too familiar. It sounds like someone he knows. Someone from his past.

Steve rounded the corner and caught up to Bucky. He waved his hand in front of his face to snap him out of his thoughts.

“Bucky!” Steve shook him. “Did she do something to you?” He asks.

“N-No.” Bucky stutters.

Steve looks at you to see you facing away from him and Bucky.

“Turn around.” Steve orders.

Steve got his shield ready as you chuckled and turned around.

“You know, the last man who ordered me around, got thrown off of a building. I’m sure you don’t want that to happen to you, Captain.” You say, slowly turning around.

You looked up to see the two men with surprised looks on their faces. Bucky put his gun in the hostler and Steve lowered his shield.

“Oh my god.” Steve says, completely speechless.

“Y/N?” Bucky says with hopefulness in his voice.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, tilting your head to the side.

“Who the hell is Y/N?” You say.

Bucky couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His wife from the 40s was standing a few feet away from him. He slowly approached you which was a mistake on his part cause the next thing he knew was being thrown into the wall. Steve threw his shield at you, but you stopped it with your powers. It fell to the floor in front of you.

“Listen here, Captain and Soldat, but I’m not who you guys think I am.” You say.

Bucky stood up from the ground in time to see your eyes glowing red and a red light glow in your hands, making his eyes to widen.

“I was given a mission and I need to finish it. I’m sure you can relate to that, Soldat.” You say.

Before you could use your powers on them, you felt shocks to the back of your neck causing your body to tense up and lose consciousness. Bucky was quick to catch you before you hit the floor.

“While you two were busy dilly dallying with her, me and Sam got the file.” Natasha says, holding up the file.

Bucky moved your hair from your face to get a closer look at your face causing his breath to hitch in his throat and his eyes to tear up.

“What did they do to you, doll?” Bucky asks, talking more to himself.

Sam and Natasha furrowed their eyebrows in confusion as they looked down at Bucky.

“Doll? Barnes, do you know this woman?” Natasha asks.

“He’ll explain later. We need to get out of here.” Steve says.

Bucky stood up with you in his arms and carried you to the quinjet, holding you like his life depends on it.

A couple hours later, you woke up in a room that you didn’t recognize. You looked around the room, gathering your surroundings. Your eyes landed on a man sleeping in a chair next to the bed you’re in.

“Hello?” You say, raising an eyebrow.

Bucky woke up immediately. A smile grew on his face when he seen that you’re awake.

“Thank god you’re awake.” Bucky says relieved.

He reaches to grab your hand, but you backed away from him. You felt yourself beginning to panic.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He says in a reassuring voice.

You took a moment to yourself to think. You felt yourself starting to become overwhelmed, your breathing became uneven.

“Wh-Where am I?” You asked, looking around the room again.

“My apartment.” He tells you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to calm yourself down. That’s when memories flooded your brain. Visions of a man appeared in your mind. The man looks exactly like the man sitting next to you. You opened your eyes and looked at the man. There was a few different features about this man compared to the man in your vision. He has long hair, stubble, and a metal arm.

“I know you from somewhere, but I don’t know where.” You say.

“Take your time. It’ll come to you.” He says softly.

You took your time and thought. You kept thinking until your head started pounding by more memories flowing back into your mind. You put your hands on the sides of your head and squeezed your eyes shut. You jumped slightly when you felt a hand on your back, but you didn’t move away. When your head stopped pounding, you opened your eyes and looked up at the man with tears in your eyes. It didn’t take long for you to realize that the man next to you is your husband.

“Bucky?” You say in almost a whisper.

“It’s me, doll. It’s your Bucky.” He says with a smile.

Tears spilled from your eyes as you hugs him. Bucky pulled you onto his lap, holding you close to him. His eyes teared up. Bucky never thought he would get the chance to see or hold his wife again.

“I missed you so much.” You cried against his chest.

“I missed you too, doll.” Bucky says, tears rolled down his cheeks.

You sniffled and looked up at your husband, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was told to—” Bucky silenced you with a kiss.

“You didn’t hurt me.” Bucky says, looking into your eyes.

“I-I blasted you with my powers.” You say.

“It wasn’t you, doll.” He says, cupping your cheeks.

You shivered when you felt cool metal against your skin.

“What happened to your left arm?” You asked with concern in your voice while looking at his metal arm.

Bucky didn’t want to upset with the details of how he really lost his left arm so he came up with a different way to tell you what happened.

“I got hurt years ago and when I woke up, I had this.” He explains, showing you his metal arm.

Bucky watched as you carefully touched it, watching as your fingers traced the plates of it.

“I’m sorry for hurting your friends with my powers.” You say, feeling ashamed for your actions.

“They’ll understand that it wasn’t you, doll.” Bucky says.

“I didn’t hurt Steve, did I?” You asked.

“No you didn’t.” He says.

You smiled to yourself, knowing that you didn’t hurt your best friend.

“Is it ok if I see Steve and meet your friends?” You asked.

“Of course.” He smiles.

You got off the bed and followed closely behind Bucky while holding his hand as he led you to the living room where Steve, Sam, and Natasha are.

“Someone would like to see you guys.” Bucky says to them.

You slowly stepped out from behind Bucky and looked at everyone.

“Do you remember me?” Steve asks, trying his best not to overstep.

“How could I forget my best friend?” You say.

Steve smiles as you approached him to give him a hug. You looked at the two people standing next to him.

“I’m sorry for hurting you guys.” You tell them.

“It’s ok. We understand.” Sam says.

“Don’t worry about it.” Natasha says.

All of you talked for a while until you got tired and wanted to go to bed.

“I’m happy that I got my doll back.” Bucky says, making you smile.

You smiled and laid your head on his chest and played with his dog tags.

“I love you, Bucky.” You say sleepily.

“I love you too, doll.” He almost whispers. “Get some rest.” He says.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Of course I will. I’m never leaving you out of my sight again.” He says, leaning down and kissed you passionately.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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eufezco · 24 days

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I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART

bucky!winter soldier x fem!reader (kinda angst ig?) no use of y/n

based on the captain america: the winter soldier post credits scene because i loooooove it

omg this is my first time writing for something marvel related i hope you enjoy it, it's been so long since the last time i wrote anything so i'm sorry if it's kinda shitty 😭

He was looking at you and you were looking back at him.

Steve had refused to fight against him. He had dropped his shield from the ship and had surrendered to his old friend. You wished you could have done that so you would never have felt Bucky's hands around your throat trying to choke you to death nor his body over yours as his fists connected with your face once again.

But one of you had to fight him so that you two could get out of it alive, and if Steve didn't, you would.

Bucky's punches to Steve's face made you squirm in place as you tried to escape the beam that had fallen on you. If you didn't get out you feared that the beam would crush you or even worse, that Bucky would kill him. Steve was his mission after all and he was programmed to finish it.

You jumped on him when you managed to escape and freed Steve from the blows of his metal arm. Stay alive please you mumbled to your friend as he lay badly wounded, with one eye swollen shut and blood coming out of his nose. The last time you had seen him like that he was a small blond boy who had gotten into trouble in an alley with someone twice his size and you and Bucky had to come to his rescue. Now the trouble you had to save him from was Bucky himself and you were on your own.

Your whole body ached from fighting him and since beating him didn't work, you decided to try to make him see reason in another way. You called his name while you were trying to catch your breath, still with the sensation of his fingers closing around your throat. He looked at you full of rage while he tried to recompose from the hit that he had received from you. The name Bucky echoed in his head every time you repeated it, hurt him more than any kick or punch you gave him. The familiarity with that word made him feel sick in his stomach and more eager to fight you for making him feel that way.

You know me.

No, I don't!

Bucky, you've known me your whole life.

Shut up!

Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. We were friends.

He held a defensive pose while his eyes glanced nervously all over the place and his chest rose and fell slowly as he tried to catch his breath. It was so familiar. Not only the name you kept repeating but also the way it sounded when you said it.

He was looking at you and you were looking back at him.

There was enough distance between the two of you so that you did not feel threatened by each other's presence. The Captain America Exhibit in Washington also had enough civilians to start another fight like the one on the ship.

He broke eye contact with you to look at the screen. He had seen your face somewhere on that big panel dedicated to who he was once. And there you were. When the text ended there was a sequence of pictures. He did not know who those men in the pictures were but he could see himself smiling with them.

But there you were. In the middle picture.

He was wearing his sergeant's uniform and you were wearing a dress. You could still remember his reaction when he saw you in that dress, how his eyes sparkled looking at you, how his lips curved into a smile every time you grabbed his hand and dragged him around the Stark Expo. Steve with his new camera captured the perfect moment. Bucky held you around the waist. Bucky was slightly leaning over you. Your faces were just inches apart but in the picture you both were laughing, you still heard the sound of his laughter every time you looked at the picture, as if it had not been almost seventy years since you last saw him. Your faces were just inches apart but there was no kiss.

And now there would never be a kiss.

How innocent you both looked in that picture. Neither of you knew how all your plans were going to be twisted, how only one of you two would be the one to remember that night. If someone had told you that night that Bucky was going to disappear from your life, you would have laughed in their face. If you had known you would have kissed him. You would have kissed Bucky until you were breathless, until you were tired of kissing each other if that was possible. But now you would never know because you both insisted on remaining friends until the end of the war not knowing that out of that war would come a much worse one.

The very hands you had trusted to hold you had tried to choke you to death. The same eyes that had gazed at you with such devotion had looked at you loaded with the strongest wrath in the world. The man you had loved the most did not recognize you and by the way he was looking at that panel with all his memories, he did not recognize himself either.

Bucky stared at the picture for a few seconds and then looked back at you. You were the same girl, only now with some bruises on your face, the marks of his fingers on your neck, and definitely not with the same smile as the girl in the picture. What had he done to you? What would the boy in that photo think about the person he had become?

You stood in place far from him. Since you had seen him you had not taken a single step forward. Neither the cap nor the long hair nor the jacket covering his metal arm could hide him from you. Not anymore. You went to the Captain America memorial looking for the comfort that the panel dedicated to Bucky brought you, he went there looking for answers. And you found each other.

Your Bucky and you his answers.

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bumblesimagines · 27 days

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Imagine:

Being visited by Bucky Barnes

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: Gender Neutral! Reader, They/Them/Theirs

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You listened to a mixture of the radio's music station, the news on the television, and the lively city outside your apartment where the honking of cars and overlapping sound of chatter created a song of its own. You spared the TV a glance before returning your attention to the clothes scattered around the bed, sorting through them and folding each article. It still felt odd, in some way, to return to a normal life after years of being kept busy with S.H.I.E.L.D. So many missions, so many close calls, so many enemies. You could hardly recall the distant, fuzzy memories of your life before becoming an agent. It'd all been so different back then.

Your fingers curled around a small shirt and you raised it up, fondly gazing over the Captain America t-shirt your son had begged you to buy a few weeks prior. Your little reason for leaving the agent's life behind, to ensure he'd never become collateral damage or just another civilian casualty. Still, the news of his existence had been the only reason you left. If it'd been up to you, you would've continued working alongside Nick Fury and the Avengers team. But life forged another path for you.

With a soft sigh, you folded up his shirt and set it atop his pile of clothes. You scooped them up into your arms and headed toward his bedroom, delicately setting the small tower of clothes on the bed. The sound of the dryer stopped and you hummed quietly to yourself, stepping out of his room and making your way through the apartment to the small laundry room, picking up the basket along the way. You set the basket down and popped open the dryer, crouching down and tugging the warm, dried clothes into the basket until the dryer was empty. You slipped your fingers around the handles and rose, only to flinch at the sight of the figure watching you. The basket slipped from your hands, landing on the ground with a soft thump as you instinctively backed up. Your mind flickered through the various spots where you'd hidden different guns and knives before finally recognizing the man.

"You need a better security system," Bucky murmured, his arms folded over his chest as his gaze trailed over the hallway he stood in. You inhaled deeply, pressing a hand to your chest and feeling your heart thumping wildly, the beginning of a headache creeping in from the scare.

"Christ, Barnes," You exhaled, rubbing your fingertips over your forehead. "I have a front door."

"Didn't want to start rumors that could get back to your boy." He responded with a light shrug, his vibrant blue eyes returning to your figure. "Cute kid, by the way. It's a good thing he takes after you."

You pursed your lips and rolled your eyes, noting the way the corner of his lips quirked up into a faint amused smile. "Yeah, whatever, Barnes. Why are you here, anyway? You couldn't have given me a call?" You asked him, picking the basket back up from the floor and stepping out into the hallway.

"I don't have your number," Bucky said, following you to the living room and arching a brow when you dumped the clothes over the couch. He tore his attention away from the mess to focus on you again and cleared his throat. "I am no longer the Winter Soldier. I am James 'Bucky' Barnes, and you're part of my efforts to make amends. As per my pardon... and therapy sessions, I am to make amends with those I've hurt and fix the things I did as the Winter Soldier."

"You broke into my apartment-"

"The window by the fire escape was unlocked. I'd hardly call it breaking in. Like I said, you need a better security system." You squinted at him. Bucky sighed heavily. "Yes, I broke into your apartment."

"Uh-huh, so, you did that to... apologize? For what, exactly? Shooting at me? Dislocating my shoulder? Nearly breaking my leg? Trying to kill my boss and coworkers?"

"All- All of that. I... I was in the neighborhood and you were on my list. I thought I'd stop by and apologize for the damage I caused or could've caused." Bucky explained, reaching into the pocket of his coat and pulling out a small notebook. He slipped the pen out from the spiral and flipped through the pages until he stopped on one and crossed something out. With that done, he tucked it back into his coat. "I was actually hoping I could make it up to you."

"Yeah?" You raised your brows at him and began sorting through your laundry, shaking your head lightly at the whole ordeal. "And how exactly are you planning to do that, Barnes?"

"This isn't exactly how I'd do this typically but... I thought I could take you out to dinner."

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Hi Rose 🤍 My baby fever is off the charts rn!!! So can I get a hc of any of the RE characters as a baby/toddler in a daycare pls?

Ps: Ik I said any but Chris fs was a FAT baby and Leon was a mama’s boy (thinking about that one audio rn and im sobbing 🥹)

⦑ 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 ⦒

characters: leon s. kennedy, ashley graham, ethan winters, ada wong, chris redfield, claire redfield, carlos oliveira a/n: thank you maya for requesting bby!! my queen!!! also look at me getting too into this, i love these characters so so much! check out re character's reaction & their s/o's dog ! « masterlist┇reblogs appreciated! »

LEON S. KENNEDY

You are right! He is a mama's boy!!

On his first few weeks of daycare, Leon would cry the longest every time he's been dropped off.

Has a hard time adjusting to daycare, but gets used to it after making a few friends (notably chris & luis)!

He is always telling his friends and teachers in daycare about how his mama did this... mama did that... Leon is super proud of her.

Also Leon's the kind of kid who plays with cars, crashes them together and starts clapping (Not much different from the present)

ASHLEY GRAHAM

Teacher's pet just because she's always respectful, and sharing toys with her classmates.

Oftentimes, kids take advantage of that and take her toys.

Because of that, I think she's often neglected by her teachers since the other troublemaker kids need more attention, so to speak.

She would be friends with Claire as Claire would not hesitate to snitch on other kid's bad behaviour to the teacher.

Ashley loves little Sylvanian Families and play-doh - I see this developing into a slime making hobby as an adult!

ETHAN WINTERS

I'm getting the quiet, nerdy kid vibe for Ethan.

Toddler Ethan loves to collect trading cards, he doesn't necessarily know how to play the game, he just likes the glossy look of them.

I feel like he'll have trouble making friends in class because they don't understand what the cards mean to him.

Poor kid just wants someone to talk about Pokemon with.

Gets very excited about dinosaurs and will play the game "Who can name the most dinosaurs?" knowing he'll always win.

ADA WONG

Don't mess with Ada, or she'll have you regret it.

Even as a toddler, she would always get her way. Always be the first on swings.

Ada, even as a kid, enjoys her solitude and hates for that to be broken. She enjoys playing LEGO uninterrupted.

I can see her hating loud kids like Chris (And that's totally not because Chris trampled her LEGO town one time and she'd held that grudge for life)

Younger Ada teaches the other kids bad words, but somehow she is never caught, and never gotten in trouble.

CHRIS REDFIELD

Fat baby (he's just built this way)

'Accidentally' steals Claire's NERF guns, and feigns ignorance when he's confronted.

Big troublemaker at daycare. Teachers are always chasing him down but toddler Chris runs really fast.

100% Captain America enthusiast. He admires the act of serving his country, and that lead him to choose a career in military.

NERFs guns for life - I see him messing around and shooting the dart at other kids (especially Claire, usually to get back at her for snitching on him to mum)

CLAIRE REDFIELD

Younger Claire, who also inherited the Redfield attitude, takes no shit from anyone.

If Chris shoves her, Claire would shove back. And that may have resulted in a lot of sibling fights.

Strong believer of justice - Will pick fights with anyone, even big kids and adults, if she sees injustice.

Brutally honest kid - when someone asks for a compliment, she would say "That shirt makes you look fat" without batting an eye.

Alike Chris, she loves NERF guns (they often like the same guns, so it almost always turns into a brawl at the toy section)

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

Carlos, is the number one reason of all teacher's migraines in his daycare.

He is the class clown, so anything he says gets a reaction from the other kids in class (often disrupting them)

So the moment Carlos speaks (he is still focusing on whatever he's doing), the class erupts in laughter.

Toddler Carlos is the kid who mashes the music button on a toy repeatedly. A cheeky smile on his face, very entertained by it.

Also I see toddler Carlos on the trampoline a lot, often trying to jump as high as he can. Even though he is most definitely too young to be on the trampoline.

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. —yours truly, rose. tags: @valsthea @sporeghost @httpsuguru @emilzke @daydreamrot @navstuffs @custard0nut @ovaryacted © roseglazedlens — please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

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missvelvetsstuff · 9 months

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The Wrong One

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Steve while he is on the run and stands by him through everything. Until he sees Peggy Carter again.

10. The Aftermath

Warnings: swearing, angst, difficult childbirth

Starting the next morning there was a barrage of romantic gifts showing up on her doorstep multiple times a day. Flowers, jewelry, candy, books by her favorite authors, knick knacks that Steve thought she would like. Constant texts checking up on her, phone calls where he sang love songs to her voicemail.

Y/N was already exhausted from her pregnancy and Steve's attentions, even though they weren't in person, just made it worse.

On top of that, the incident at the gala was all over the internet and gossip news sites and shows. Everyone was talking about Captain America's sudden reappearance and the confrontation with his very pregnant ex girlfriend and best friend.

Y/N woke up to hundreds of tags and notifications of articles, pictures and social media posts speculating on the meaning of last night's events.

Pictures of Bucky leaving her house as the sun was coming up. Putting a large bouquet of roses and a teddy bear with a Captain America shield in the house and stoically moving through the paps without saying a word. Even some pics of him jogging away.

When she tried to go for her morning walk, she opened the front door to find a mess of reporters still on her front stoop, keeping her from leaving. She could hear the sounds of cameras and was blinded by the many flashes.

Too many voices throwing questions out at her:

'Can you tell us what happened at the gala? Why did Captain America call you a whore?' 'When is your baby due?'

'Is that Steve Rogers child? If not who's the father?' 'Did you cheat on him?'

'Are you involved with The Winter Soldier?'

'Why is Bucky Barnes staying with you? Did he get into more trouble after the Flag Smashers?'

'Weren't you one of those pardoned after the snap? Do you think you deserved it?'

She felt overwhelmed and blurted out a distressed "No comment" and quickly went back into the house.

Y/N slammed and locked the front door then leaned against it and sank down to the floor, tears running down her face. She sat for a bit until she felt the baby start kicking up a storm. The movement reminded her of what was at stake. She laughed a little through the sobs and rubbed her belly.

"We're gonna be ok, little one. I don't know how we'll get there but I'll always be there for you."

Once she had calmed herself down, Y/N struggled to pick herself up from the floor, her large belly making the act impossible. She had to crawl across the floor until she reached a chair that she could use to support herself on her way up. As she was struggling to get up Bucky returned from his run.

He hurried over to her "Doll, are you alright? Why are you on the floor?"

He helped her stand up and pulled her into a hug when he saw that she had been crying. "What happened?"

Tears started forming before she could try to stop them "I was, I just I tried to go for a walk and th-th-they were all there, yelling and flashing and I couldn't-" she flinched and started panting, grabbing her belly.

She tried to curl up "Fuck!" She grabbed his arm "Bucky, it hurts" she whined.

Bucky's eyes grew wide and his heart sped up "Nonono, sshhh, you're ok doll. It's ok. Ivegotchu." He settled her on the couch and called Sam for a ride. While they waited for Sam he helped calm her down, breathing through the contractions.

She looked at him with tears in her eyes "Bucky, I'm not ready for this. Her room isn't done and I need more onesies. And, and I'm not ready to be a mom on my own."

He pulled her close and rubbed her back "I told you. I've got you. You aren't alone. If she's born tonight I'll get her room finished before you're ready to come home." He kissed the top of her head "You're gonna be a great mom. I just know it."

She nodded and calmed down enough to breathe through the contractions until Sam took them to the Tower. He waited in his office for them in case they needed a lift home.

Helen Cho was waiting and had Y/N hooked up to an assortment of monitors. As she relaxed Bucky held her hand and told Helen what had happened.

Helen shook her head "The press has been going crazy since Captain Rogers showed up at that party. They've been camped out in front but can't get into the parking garage. You might want to see about staying here in the Tower."

Y/N shook her head. "I just want to go home."

Helen pursed her lips "Well, let's keep an eye on you for the night and discuss what's next tomorrow. Remember we discussed the possibility of delivering early, especially considering how fast she has been growing. Try to get some sleep. Sargeant Barnes, you can stay in your quarters here tonight, she'll be carefully monitored."

Bucky shook his head "Not a chance, doc. I'm staying right here."

Helen shook her head "It's your back Sargeant. I'll see you in the morning"

Y/N looked over at Bucky with fear in her eyes but she tried to be brave "You don't have to stay in here all night, those chairs can't be comfortable. I'll be fine."

Bucky looked at her lovingly "Don't be silly doll. I'm not going anywhere."

She relaxed noticeably when he said that and whispered "Thank you Bucky."

He squeezed her hand "Anytime sweetheart."

She felt the butterflies but her heart clenched when she reminded herself he wasn't hers and eventually he would get tired of helping Steve's ex raise a kid that wasn't his. Even though he said he was fine with it she knew that couldn't last.

She tried to relax and get some sleep but it was a long time coming. When she finally did find sleep there were strange disjointed dreams with Steve and Bucky that she could barely remember in the morning, except for the feeling of unease they left her with.

Bucky woke early as he always did. He sat up and stretched without letting go of her hand. He sat and stared at her sleeping, in awe of her beauty. He couldn't wrap his head around Steve's actions. How could he leave this woman, she was so perfect. One of the few that didn't treat him like a monster.

As he watched he saw her stomach move and bulge he smiled, gently pushing on the spot that moved. He pushed softly and laughed a little when the baby pushed back. He spoke softly "My baby girl is an early riser like Uncle Bucky, huh?"

Y/N groaned, feeling the baby pushing on her bladder, and stretched. She felt Bucky rubbing her belly and opened her eyes. "Hey Buck, you sleep alright?" and yawned.

Bucky smiled "I'm fine, you're the one I'm worried about. How are you feeling?"

"M'alright. Contractions seem to have stopped." She looked at her belly and whispered "I really need to pee."

He chuckled "You need help getting to the bathroom?"

She shrugged "Probably." sat up and turned to the side, her feet barely touching the floor.

Bucky put his arm out for her and helped her to the bathroom.

Once she was settled back into bed he brought her some water.

They sat quietly for a little while before one of the nurses brought some breakfast. Helen showed up while she was eating.

Helen smiled as she entered the room "Good morning. How are you feeling today, Y/N?"

Y/N nodded "Much better. The contractions stopped."

Helen looked at the read outs "Your blood pressure is back down to normal, heart rate is normal and baby seems like she's good." She made some notes before sitting at the edge of the bed and looking back to Y/N.

"Everything looks fine now and you can be released. You have a couple of options. You don't need constant medical attention but the extra stress from a baby affected by the serum and Rogers erratic behavior are increasing your risks. I would recommend you stay in the tower. The sergeant has a room or there are some empty quarters we can set you up in.

You can go home but I really would feel more comfortable if you stayed close."

Y/N shook her head "I won't be able to relax in a strange room. I just want to go home. I can have Friday monitor me and contact you if there are any concerns."

She looked at Bucky pleadingly and he scratched his head "I don't know sweetheart, maybe staying here would be safer...." he trailed off, wanting her safe but not wanting to upset her any more.

He looked at Helen "I'll keep a close eye on her."

Helen shook her head "She needs to be on bed rest, no strenuous activity! And if the contractions start up again I want you to call me right away."

Bucky and Y/N promised to follow her instructions and Y/N dressed to go home.

When they arrived back at her home the press were mostly gone but the pile of gifts from Steve had grown. While Bucky helped Y/N inside, Sam cleared off the stoop, tossing Steve's gifts into a bag and shoving that bag into the coat closet for Y/N to deal with when she was up for it.

A few days passed quietly before they heard a loud knock at the front door while they ate breakfast.

Y/N, jumped at the sound and looked towards the front door with dread, who could it be this time?

Bucky went to answer the door, squeezing her shoulder, on his way to the entry, reassuring her that he's got it.

They knocked again, Bucky sighed as he reached the door. He tried to look through the peep hole but it was blocked, which made him consider leaving them out there. He decided it could be important so opened the door and was almost knocked down by Steve as he rushed in.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Rogers?" Bucky spat out.

"I'm here to check on my girls. Where is she?" He hurried to the living room where Y/N was struggling to stand up.

Her face turned to stone when she saw him. "Why are you here, Steve?"

Steve glared at Bucky "I'm here to check up on my best girls. Tell your boyfriend to back off."

Y/N scoffed "Your best girl died before the Blip. The only one here was just a sorry substitute. You're not welcome here."

Steve walked up to her and reached out for her hand, scowling when she pulled back. "Look, Y/N, I know I messed up but I'm here now and I want my family back."

She rolled her eyes "You have a really bad memory problem. You've already had your second chance and we are over. I won't be the one you settle for because I'm having your kid."

Steve tried to interrupt "I'm not settling honey, I made a mistake. Peggy was my dream, you're the reality."

She shook her head "So I'm the crappy wish version? I want to be with someone who wants me, who chooses me first not like some consolation prize." She was breathing heavily and feeling lightheaded.

Bucky moved quickly to her side to support her, murmuring supportive words into her hair. "Are you alright, love? You look a little pale."

He helped her sit back down and gave Steve a dirty look. "She is high risk because of the serum and doesn't need you coming in here stressing her out. We've already had one scare so you should just go. We'll let you know when she's born."

Steve shook his head "I won't let you push me aside when it's my fiance and my child you're trying to take away from me. You're talking like you're a couple, like it's your kid."

Y/N had it. "Enough! I am not your fucking fiance, Steve! All I am is your baby mama and that's all I will ever be to you. How many times do I have to say this?

Bucky isn't the one who deserted me without a warning. He has been here, by my side ever since he found out." She rubbed her temple "you're giving me a migraine, I'm on bed rest. Please leave you are stress-" her hand moved to her belly "owww, oh no. Bucky" she cried, panicking.

Bucky wrapped his arm around her shoulder, rubbing gently "Try to relax doll, you're ok and I- what the fuck was that" the bottom of his pants suddenly felt wet.

She started hyperventilating "I think it's my water. My water broke." She looked at him scared.

Bucky rubbed her back "Don't worry sweetheart. I'm gonna take care of you, ok. Let's get you dressed and get your go bag. Ok?"

Y/N nodded nervously and went to her bedroom to take a fast shower and get dressed. She put her hair away from her face then threw on a pair of sweats, one of Bucky's t-shirts and a pair of slippers.

She returned to the living room carrying an overnight bag and noticed Steve was still there, looking concerned.

She pointed at him "Why are you still here, I told you to leave."

Steve shook his head "No. It sounds like you're about to have my baby so I'm coming with you."

She scoffed "Like you care. You can sit in the waiting area because I don't want you anywhere near me." Her face pinched and she growled "Fuuuck!" looking around to see Bucky on the phone.

He finished up quickly and went to take Y/N's bag and offer his arm in support, looking at her concerned "You ok honey? Remember to breathe. I spoke to Helen, we're meeting her at the Tower. I also sent a message to Pepper, she will check up on you after we get you settled."

Y/N nodded quickly and tried to remember her breathing while keeping a bruising grip on Bucky's arm. He flinched lightly and started walking towards the garage, leading her slowly.

Bucky realized Steve was still there and shouted back at him "We're going to the Tower, don't much care what you do."

Steve nodded curtly "I'll meet you there."

By the time they arrived at the Tower Y/N was crying, sweating profusely, trying to breathe between sobs "Bucky, this is too much, I can't"

He picked her up bridal style and headed up to the medbay "I know it hurts doll but you can, I know you can. Helen will help and you'll have our beautiful girl in your arms before you know it." He grimaced as she tensed during each contraction but didn't notice the blood until he set her down on the bed Helen Cho pointed towards it.

Bucky looked to Helen with wide eyes, scared for the first time in years.

Y/N felt like she was being ripped apart as the contractions increased until she barely had a chance to catch her breath in between. She had a death grip on Bucky's hand and cried in pain as Helen did an exam to see how far along she was, brow furrowed at the blood.

Helen spoke softly as she removed her gloves, calling for an anesthesiologist and faced Bucky. "I'm going to give her a spinal for the pain, her blood pressure is pretty high as well. I'm going to do an ultrasound to see where baby is because she was head up last time." She spoke softly to Y/N explaining what was happening next and assured her that the baby was not in any distress.

As Helen performed the ultrasound her face showed her concern. She kept her voice calm so as not to stress Y/N any more than necessary. "So, she's still head up so we're going to have to do a c-section. The umbilical cord is wrapped around her neck as well. She still not showing any signs of distress and I want to get her out before she does. Sargent Barnes, you need to scrub and get a surgical gown and we'll meet you in the OR."

Bucky nodded and tried to keep the fear off of his face when he spoke to Y/N "I'm gonna go get cleaned up and meet you in surgery, ok sweetheart? They're gonna hook you up with some pain meds so you'll feel better soon and we'll get your baby girl." He kissed her forehead and walked away.

After she was given the pain meds Y/N calmed down a little before she was prepped for surgery until the baby monitor started beeping. She looked at nurse "Whats that? Is something wrong? Is she ok?"

Bucky came in wearing a surgical gown/cap/shoe covers and took her hand to calm her down as Helen quickly went to work.

30 minutes later Y/N's newborn girl was placed on her chest. Bucky took a couple of pictures and teased her about her slightly stoned looking smile.

After baby girl was cleaned and weighed, and mom was all stitched up they were taken to a small room where they worked on nursing until baby latched on. Bucky was right there making sure she was comfortable, warm enough, had enough support, gave her drinks and couldn't have been more proud if he had delivered a baby himself.

Steve was in the waiting room and looked anxiously at Helen when she told him that baby and mom were in the first room if he wanted to see them. He almost ran there but stopped at the doorway. The scene in front of him broke his heart.

Y/N looking beautiful but very tired holding his daughter as she nursed while Bucky was sitting on the bed next to her, metal arm around her shoulders, talking sweetly to the baby as she gripped his finger, a look of love and awe on his face. They made a beautiful little family.

Steve couldn't stand it and left without saying a single word.

Chapter 11

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #the wrong one

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jackiequick · 2 months

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Jason Underwood being a better dad than Howard Stark for 9 minutes straight | Marvel Fic

Pairings: Tony x Pepper, JJ x Liz, Liane x Ethan

Summary: What happened when a man frozen in time suddenly is in charge of raising the heroes of tomorrow? In other words, Jason trying to keep everyone in check and doing well.

Characters mentioned: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Howard Stark, Rei Stark, Ava Stark, The Avengers, Young Avengers and etc

Fandoms: Marvel Comics—> Iron Man 1-3, The Avengers, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Age Of Ultron

A/N: I blame Glen giving rom-com energy! I hate him (affectionately). His favorite song is Unwritten hehehe

Sequel to this fanfic!

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Tony sat down at his lab downtown with his eyes shot, the lights made him more than pale as he lay inside his car and faced the wall. He has been drinking since this afternoon. His tears filled his eyes as he looked to his side to find his uncle walking around to open the side of the car.

He was surprised to see him here, last he checked he was with Coulson on a small assignment.

“Tony..” He muttered, resting his head against his hand, “Come on buddy.”

“I can’t stand..I’m tired, JJ..” He replied, squeezing his eyes shut and leaned forward into his touch for a spilt second.

“It’s okay, I got you.”

Tony was silent as an arm was looped around his side, lifting him up and out of the car, standing over to leave the lab and head upstairs. Jason kept an eye on him asking if he was alright in which his nephew just nodded. He lay him down on the couch with a soft blanket across his body wrapped tightly to keep him warm.

A moment later, he returned with a small glass of water and some fruit. Orange slices to be consumed by Tony within a matter of minutes. He watched him as he sat, allowing his nephew to rest his head on his shoulder and even saw the crossword puzzle on his neck start to erase with time.

“..I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately…” Tony admitted with a small sigh biting down on another orange slice.

Jason hushed his voice for a moment before humming, “It’s okay..you just got overwhelmed, you need a break, step back and regroup..”

“I’m boyfriend of the year..are Pepper and I even dating?”

“I would like to say you are..you will figure out, just no more running off for a while. Please.”

The brunette only nodded, as his uncle found something on the TV for him to watch. He even wondered if he should provide him a vitamin C infusion, JARVIS recommended it. All that matter was to keep him away for the drinks for a while and not have him stray away from help.

He has a good idea where to start.

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Jason carried a 2 year old Rei in his arms, resting the small brunette on his hip walking around the mansion trying to get him to stop crying.

It was early in the evening. His mother was gone for a week, his father was stuck at work with Pepper and JARVIS was no help.

Rei was whimpering, having just returned from the backyard not wanting anyone to know he got hurt. Jason of course figured out the problem and cleaned up the small mess on his knee. Now he rested his head on his godfather’s shoulder as his hand cuffed the fabric of the sweater.

Him and Tony were the same in this aspect, getting hurt by something and wanting to deal with it by themselves. Yes, it showed independence but still, it was alarmingly obvious it wasn’t the best move.

“Aw penguin..” He said softly, gently resting his head against his own, “Rei, it’s gonna be alright..you’re fine now.”

“It hurts..” He mumbled into his shoulder, as soft tears rose to his eyes.

“I know that it hurts, but you took medicine for it and now you’re going to feel much better I promise.”

“I’m dumb, papa..”

Jason was pacing around the room at this point and paused but kept a hand rubbing circles across his small back. He hated hearing his kids talking about themselves that way.

“Hey, hey, you’re not dumb..you’re Rei Stark, you’re one of the smartest boys I know. You fell cause you’re running so hard, that’s all. It can happen to anyone, even me.” Jason explained.

“You fell?” He questioned removing his head the shoulder he was resting on to face him properly.

“Yeah I fell a lot. I still fall and trip over things, if you only knew how much times I almost died tripping over your father’s toys.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, really. It hurt a lot, but I got up again. Just like you did.”

At that Rei softly smiled and nodded, feeling a bit better about not feeling so bad for falling down earlier. He was a strong kid but rather sensitive about things whether he admits it or not.

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“Pops, I think I like guys too now.” Rei blunted said entering the living room of Avengers Tower.

Jason was on the couch reading A Streetcar Named Desire when he heard his godson say those words. He took him a long moment to lock in what he said then smiled. JJ remembered Rei checking out some cute reporter two weeks ago but didn’t say anything to not embarrass him.

He already figured out that he might’ve felt that way but waited for him to come to his own conclusions about it.

Rei waited for a response, he was kinda shitting his pants wondering what the heck he was going to say to him.

A few seconds later Jason spoke, “I know. And I’m happy for you.”

“Wait what?” Rei asked as his eyes silently widened, “Dad freaked out!”

“Your father is just being dramatic, thinking you weren’t going to ever date until your mid twenties. Don’t worry about him. How do you feel?”

“I feel okay, I guess. How are you not freaking out?”

“Kiddo your grandfather and father aren’t straight eariler. I was just wondering to see if you were gonna being home a boy or girl someday, I’ll love you all the same. You know that.”

“B-but..I was ready for some lecture or something.”

“I’m not Cap, kiddo.”

“Wait grandpa wasn’t…that’s impossible he married grandma and dad never said..”

“Your grandfather has always been into blondes. Hence why he liked me, Cap, my sister and your grandmother.”

“Oh shit, grandpa was bi..and so is dad? Just to be clear, you’re cool with all of this, right?”

“Yeah, you’re my kid. As long as you don’t date some ignorant jerk or bitter bitch we’re fine.”

Rei nodded thinking it went better than he thought. Of course he wasn’t going to bring anyone to his house who insulted him or made him feel guilty, he wasn’t stupid.

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Tony and Jason were in the middle of the kitchen together sharing some slices of pizza. A small mission went as planned, the heroes were all celebrating at home with them.

It was quiet. A little too quiet for his liking.

“Where’s our son?” Yelled a voice that belonged to his wife.

And there it is.

Despite not being officially confirmed as married to a legal counsel, in their hearts they are.

Liz came in with her arms crossed stealing a slice of pizza from the box muttering that she was hungry. Tony locked eyes with his uncle then looked at his aunt with a smile.

“Whatever it is, blame the kids!” Tony exclaimed taking another bite.

“You stole my blueprints from the basement without telling me.” Liz said looking between her nephews and husband.

“How is that a bad thing?”

“Because they are mine. Some of them were…made for the military during the war.”

“I was just going to reinforce them into better positions and transport your idea into something useful for the modern day.”

Jason joined into the conversation as he added, “Honey, you did make some explosive points when you created those fine numbers back in the day.”

Liz jokingly glared, “Who’s side are you on?”

“I’m afraid to say which one.”

“Good answer.”

Tony sighed, “In my defense, I was just curious! It’s not like I going to have something blow up in my head…this time at least.”

“I swear you’re more like your father every day..” She muttered softly smiling, as she pinched the bridge of her nose, “Next time, you come to me with an idea. We’re a family for a reason, you have my brain!”

The three of them talked it over coming to a good compromise. But a part of Jason couldn’t wonder how Liz would react if Louis, Tony’s brother who lived in another city within the United States, stole one of her blueprints too. It was always evident that the Stark boys tend to be the most curious boys alive, it resulted in those sets of brother destroying one of his favorite cars.

They always tend to take a small comment and trickle it down to a roar, as one small idea would turn into something great for humanity or an opportunity gone wrong. That’s how Ultron was created…

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“Alright. Relax your shoulders a bit, tighten the grip on the handle and have your fingers line up the tip of the arrow.” He instructed with a smile.

“Like this?” She asked, holding up her bow and arrow at an angle.

She could’ve learned from Clint but he was busy on a date with his wife and her mom was babysitting. She already knew how to use a gun, but extra protection in skills was always a plus.

She picked out a specific arrow she wanted to use and took care of the bow she was handed. She questioned if Jason even knew how to work this kind of equipment.

His response, “I never said I didn’t know how to use a gun. And never said I didn’t know how to shoot an arrow either.”

“Fair point. When did you learn to shoot with a bow and arrow?” She wondered with a smile.

“I was on a mission in Tokyo, to chase down some idiot who stole a type of drug. As I was running through the streets, s arrow came flying from a rooftop to straight into the guys leg. Then I met the guy who shot him.”

“What wad his name?”

“Karl Yune. He was a good archer, he taught me a thing or two about this.”

“Sounds like a nice man.”

“Yeah, his older cousin worked as a geneticist in Korea.”

“…they are not related to Ji-Hoon, they are?”

Jason just winked telling her return to training as she grinned softly to herself. The two of them went onto 2 rounds, as he showed her how to start feeling comfortable with holding such equipment. Rochelle wasn’t that bad at the game, shooting the wall full of targets as best as she could.

“Good. Now you’re ready for take on your real teacher.” He said with a chuckle, lowering his bow.

She raised an eyebrow confused by his wording, “What..”

As if on cue, walked in a tan skinned woman with long brown hair and tattoos. She held a grin greeting Jason with a tight hug before turning around to meet Rochelle.

“Lydia Barton.” She said holding out her hand to shake.

The redhead smiled shaking her hand and said, “Rochelle, but you probably already know who I am.”

Jason smirked telling them to be careful and have fun, that he’ll be back to check up on them later. Both girls just grinned leading into a casual but intriguing discussion on their favorite things, before training.

Something told him that they would be good friends.

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“Give it back! It’s mine you little twerp!”

“It was mine first! I saw the last batch of cookies before your ass ever thought about them.”

“Oh really mature using curse words at me!”

“What do you care? You’re failing grammar anyway!”

“HEY! That’s enough.” In called Jason’s voice as he swung into the room snatching the cookie out of Ava’s hand and placing against it lips instead, “If you were are gonna fight over a damn cookie, then neither of you deserve to eat it.”

Rei crossed his eyes like the 9 year old he was and scoffed, “It was mine!”

“Oh pleaseeee, you said you didn’t want any cookies in the first place anyway!” Ava barked back.

“I could’ve wanted it for later, ever think of that!”

“You’re such a smartass sometimes…no wonder you don’t—”

Jason glared at both kids, “Ava, don’t even finish that sentence. And Rei, if you wanted it so badly why didn’t you tell her? You two could’ve broken the cookie in half instead of making a mess out of it.”

Both young Starks looked away from their godfather, feeling guilty and embarrassed for causing such a scene in the kitchen. Yet there was an instant anger behind their eyes, as Rei and Ava glared at each other. It was normal for siblings to fight over plenty of things but theses two would argue over everything, not making up afterwards either.

Their godfather sighed softly as he watched both of them in silence waiting for an answer that ever came.

Then he spoke, “You know something? There is something I want both of you to understand. Listen good, when I say that you two only have each other. Friends will come and go, they won’t always stay despite your best efforts. But as siblings, that’s a unit that you created for the moment your brought into this family.”

Ava muttered, “But he’s a little smartass, he thinks he’s always right..”

“Cause I am..” Rei added hearing his big sister.

Jason gave them a certain look as he continued, “You two are young, so you don’t get it right now. But there will come a time when you need each other but because you were both so harsh and pigheaded with another, you’re gonna feel alone. You’ll hate each other..despite a little part of you that still loves them..you don’t want to accept that. Then you won’t even want to imagine what happens next to your relationship.”

At those words, the siblings looked at one another then glanced down at the floor, that heavyweight anger started to creep away from their systems. Ava started to feel sorry for her actions as Rei began to feel upset about staring a riot. They knew he was right but didn’t want to admit it. There was another moment of silence in the room, only the small sound of Jason’s biting down on the cookie that didn’t matter to them anymore. The sibling exchange small gestures of apologies toward one another, even apologizing to their godfather as well.

Ava asked, “Did you ever get into fights with your siblings?”

Rei added, “You and auntie Peg look like you could have fought a lot.”

“Well…” Jason replied with a half smile and shrugged, “..yes, me and aunt Peg fought a lot, but we always tried to make up for our mistakes. But I had another sister before her…her name was Dot, she was smart and cunning, she wasn’t ever around to help me…when she was, she treated me like crap, so we always fought..”

“Did you ever forgive her?” Ava asked out of curiosity, hoping for a good answer.

“Uh..we did forgive each other every once in a while..I tried to forgive her, but she never had the courage to forgive me. She was my big sister, I loved her, but she wasn’t really someone I would call to help me if I was in trouble, she would leave me out to dry..”

Rei nodded, “So that’s why you and auntie Peg are good friends..she was like a sister..so you want me and Ava to be like that too?”

“Exactly. You want both of you to look out for each other, make sure you’re alright and not hurt. Not leave the other in the dust.” Jason responded with a smile.

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Cue scenes of Jason playing with his first godchild, Ava Stark, in her bedroom pretending to be Pop Stars. Ava was singing along to Christina Aguilera, Gwen Stefani and Avril Lavigne with a toy guitar in her hands.

Jason was sitting on the floor waving lights around and dressed in a funny hat, pretending to be her producer for a music video. He loved seeing his goddaughter shine acting out magic video footage in her bedroom as he filmed her. At first he didn’t want to be recorded on any cameras but after some encouragement from Tony and the others, she tried it out.

“I'll spread my wings, and I'll learn how to fly. I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky. And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change.” She sung into her microphone as she played the guitar.

“And break away!” Jason sung along to the lyrics.

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One of the things of having a little girl in the house, songs get repeated every so often you remember the lyrics yourself. Poor man still has Under The Sea stuck in his head from last weekend.

It’s one of those things that carries over every generation of children he gets to know is the music taste, he may not always appreciate or enjoy the music but it does tend to become an enjoyable ear worm for him. If it’s AC/DC album from Tony to Selena Gomez’s Who Say from Rochelle, they tend to get stuck in his head!

He tries to not let everyone in on his own playlist of songs but sometimes it will slip out…

Jason just finished a small meeting with the industry and answering questions from SHIELD investors, who just annoyed him the whole time, and decided to make himself a grilled cheese sandwich. He yelled out if anyone else wanted one but received no answer, so he shrugged, then popped in his ear buds cuing in his playlist. He had a bunch of songs.

“Starring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window. Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find…” He sang out to the lyrics slapping both sides of bread onto the frying pan.

That was when Ethan stumbled into the kitchen saying, “JJ you saying some..”.

He paused noticing that the blonde wasn’t listening and singing instead as Liane bumped into him, she exclaimed to her boyfriend something important but Ethan told her to hush as he pointed out the scene in front of them.

Liane was confused for a moment then squeaked seeing Jason singing out loud as he danced in place, it wasn’t something she saw coming but was more than surprised to see the man was in his element. She smirked to herself wondering what other songs he knew.

A couple of days later, the pair were coming back from their trip to the movie theater as that very song was playing on the radio. The two walked in singing it loud enough to hear along with a group of Taylor Swift songs. Before they knew some of the young avengers were humming the damn tune.

The tall blonde walked past hearing his serenity song being sung, raising an eyebrow at everyone’s actions wondering who else knew about this. Oh god he wasn’t gonna be able to live that one down anytime soon.

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One of the biggest things people always assume is that he was the best parent ever, due to the young avengers always wanting to hang around his chill vibes and warm atmosphere he created.

But the truth is that he wasn’t a freaking super-dad or anything. He grew up with a somewhat rusty alcoholic father and a mother who was always traveling around with her kids, leaving him to pick up the pieces himself when they weren’t at home bricking about something. In response he tried to convince the world he was going to be fine no matter what happened, he even believed it himself.

Jason even promised to make the best he can when he gets the opportunity to be a father himself, in this case an uncle, someone who was there for his kids. He might not know everything or even be skilled at certain aspects of life, but he tries. So when Tony was born he decided he would stick around, live closer to Howard and Maria, but it also meant he would be away for work and signing papers for different aliases. Still, he did it, even though he might not want to talk about it with many.

He keeps himself, cool, calm and composed in collected fashion. Yes, he has his flaws such as drinking, having a temper and smoking (it was for a short period of time, he quit in the early 70s), Jason was still there for Tony. Same thing goes for his godchildren, which is a privilege and gift to watch them grow and learn now, he still has those moments where he ends up not getting enough rest due to taking care of them.

So to Natasha, Tony, Bruce and the other parents he seems like the only well informed and intelligent one when it comes to parenting, it’s only was all due to respect, patience and watching how the ball rolls. He used to put so much pressure on being the awesome uncle and whatnot, then he realized that all you need to do is be there for your kids.

They don’t ask of much, only for you to spend time with them even if you’re far away and need to do a phone call with that. Same thing goes for any relationship romance or platonic, as long they know you’re there for them, that’s what matters.

Like the saying goes, ‘No one is freaking perfect’. He’s still learning how to raise theses guys!

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Nicknames. He doesn’t have nicknames for everyone, only if the person is comfortable with them, of course. But that never stops Jason from making up silly nicknames for the kids, usually they come out naturally without even trying.

Tony has had a few nicknames such as Butterball or Meatball when he was a baby, he was a round cubby little guy. Over the years it was Bambino, Bubba, Tones, Bunny and etc.

Rei was always Bubba, Sonny or Penguin, on occasion he would throw out the Papo (which is what him and his grandmother Maria use to call his father when he was younger)

Liane, he absolutely calls Princess or Your Majesty, when she's being a bit bratty

Rochelle tends to be, Li'l Red

For Cassie, he calls her Goldie cause her hair shines bright like gold in the sun

Melissa gets classic nicknames but he will throw out Peaches or Ladybug

Lydia, due to knowing her skills he will call her Sparrow sometime or just Ly

And the list goes on!

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There has been moments where Jason has took a leap of faith to save his kids. Such as in 2013, when Stark Mansion was attacked and the whole place falling apart he remembered Pepper and Liz's screams as Ava was about to fall off the cliff of their home.

Tony and Rei were busy fighting and trying to get everyone to out of the house safely. But Tony's suit wasn't working correctly either. Jason swooped in, sliding down the rubble and dust coughing as he catches Ava before she can fall.

"Baby look at me! It's okay, I got you.." He said rescuing her, as she clung to him tightly.

The two of them climbed back up the rubble and into the destroyed mansion as Ava went to help the others. The drones just kept on firing and tearing apart the house. Suddenly water took over dunking Jason, Tony, Liz and Rei all down into the ocean as Pepper and the other kids stayed above water.

To say Jason has taken a lot of hits for Tony and the kids was an understatement. For example, that same Christmas in 2013, there a fight on the streets where they landed in after almost drowning, as two crazy bitches was about to attack Rei. Jason choked one of women out as he was stabbed in the side.

The crazy burning women gave Jason some flirty eyes as she did so. He was not pleased. Liz was pissed off having finished fighting some guy to protect Tony.

But she thankfully swoops in wracking the women in a pole as she yelled, "Hands off, bitch!"

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He did have good moment as well, that didn't involve a fight (yet), such as 2015 during a Stark party New York City. The Avengers, young and old just finished a battle, as a party was being made to celebrate.

Jason has been in and out of Stark parties over the years, sometimes he stayed the whole night and or times he went home early. This night felt like a good one, he had his girl with him, his friends were partying and the kids were enjoying themselves.

They all deserve a win.

Hell he even danced a bit, drank a beer with Thor and played pool with Sam. He saw Steve walking away for a moment to text some girl, not declaring on who it is he was messaging, despite Nat and the other teasing him.

Nat even muttered, "Oh I'll find out."

It felt good. He rolled his eyes at Tony's jokes and laughed at others. Soon enough, the party died down as everyone rested around the living room area sharing smiles as they all chatted.

Rick has Rochelle and Luna resting on each of his shoulder, Bruce was chatting with Natasha, Maria Hill was wearing Steve's jacket as she chatted with Liz and Liane was playing with a set of cards with Lydia beating her.

Steve and Thor were sharing another bottle of beer, Tony was grab one for himself and Cole was playing Janga with Rochelle. Everyone was there. Beside it held Thor's precious hammer.

"Come man, it's trick!" Clint exclaimed swirling his drumsticks.

"Dude, I tried lifting it once in New Mexico, it's glued to whatever ground it's on!" Jason added pointing to the hammer.

"Whoever shall be worthy shall have the power! Whatever man, it's a trick."

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

Thor smirked chuckling allowing Clint to take a swing at it. Everyone looked around amused of the honest challenge as Clint stood up smug looping his hand around the handle trying to pick it up. But failed dryly chuckling as he joked.

"Smell the silent judgement." Tony remark.

"Please, Stark, by all means." Clint said returning back to his seat next to his blonde friend.

"Oh this gonna be good.." Liz muttered hearing Liane snort at her comment.

Some of the young heroes wiggled their eyebrows, cracking a few jokes and engaging in conversations as they all watched.

Tony stood up muttering how it was all physic and how he planned to use rule Asgard as Bruce rolled his eyes, watching his friend trying but failed. He even returned with an Iron Man arm to help and lift it. Poor Rhodey was pulled into it too.

"Are you even pulling?" Tony exclaimed.

"Just represent. Pull!" Rhodey told him.

"Alright let's go."

Still nothing. Soon enough, almost everyone tried. Rochelle and Cassie gave it a try, as their eyes flashes trying to find the strength to do it. Rei scoffed as him and Rick round came, believing putting both their heads together they can do it.

Bruce pretended to turn like the Hulk as he pulled, causing a roar of chuckles and laugher from the gang. Nat smiled finding it cute shaking her head. Ethan and Ji-Hoon picked up the pace, but failed.

Liane and Cole teamed up to pick the hammer from it's place on the table. Hell, some of the teammates tried to use magic but instead moved the table and items surrounding it.

Liz and Lydia joined forces, taking the team up route. Tony joked how he tried it already but failed. It went on and on for a while, passing drinks and snacks watching the show of friends take their turn at Thor's challenge.

Then it was Cap's turn.

Steve took a swing of beer before getting up with a smile. His eyes narrowed rolling up his sleeves taking a deep breathe, looping his hands around the handle and pulled.

The Hammer Nudge.

It made a small squeaking noise, some eyes turned gasping to themselves and other didn't even catch wind of it quick enough to catch the moment. Thor's eyes widen as his stress level turned up a little thinking it was dreaming. Steve pulled again, as the hammer stayed in place.

Steve raised his hands in air declaring defeat with a small smile. Thor was chuckling as he said, "Ha! Nothing."

Luna and Natasha didn't even bothering knowing it won't work, despite Bruce and Rick nudging them on. They were smart in a way to watch and laugh the whole go on. Not everyone went, some decided to try again after getting some food in their system.

But again nothing.

"All difference to the man who wouldn't be king. It's rigged." Tony proclaimed searching for another beer.

"You bet your ass." Clint added in agreement.

Maria smirked, "Steve, he said a bad language work."

Steve sighed and looked at Tony as he said, "You tell everyone about that?"

Tony ignored his comment and joked, "The handles imprinted right? Like a security code? Whoever is carrying Thor's fingerprint is, the literal translation."

"If so, then Thor's son or daughter should be able to lift it right?" Rochelle questioned which sparked a whole other conversations among themselves.

One of them wondered who exactly can lift and what would it take to do so.

Thor stood up from the couch, putting his drink down as everyone looked at him.

"Yes, yes, that's a very interesting theory. But got a simpler one." Thor said bending down then lifting his hammer with such ease, "You're all not worthy."

Everyone chuckle, commenting on his words and either rolled their eyes at his answer. Some of them shook their heads, exchanging looks with one another.

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Ahh that's what I got for now!💘 I hope you enjoyed getting to know a little more about Uncle JJ and his group of mishaps he calls children.

Please let me know what you think down below in the comments, any suggests or ideas and etc. ✨ You are more than welcome to write stories involving JJ if you want as well (pls tag me in them!👀)

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peach-and-bugs · 3 years

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Masterlist

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characters that I write for are organized in alphabetical order by fandom and by name. links will lead to my complete list of posted work for said character:

willing to write for characters: romantically (➵ ) platonically (✸) or nsfw (✧)

Character Alphabets (sfw ✸ & nsfw ✧)

Ask Box Headcanons and Blurbes

Agents of shield

Bobbi Morse ✸ ➵ ✧

Daisy Johnson/Quake ✸ ➵ ✧

Jemma Simmons ✸ ➵ ✧

Jiaying ✸ ➵ ✧

Leo Fitz ✸ ➵

Malinda May ✸ ➵ ✧

Phil Coulson ✸ ➵

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Hilda Spellman ✸ ➵ ✧

Madam Satan/Lilith ✸ ➵ ✧

Sabrina Spellman ✸ ➵

Zelda Spellman ✸ ➵ ✧

Doctor Who

Amy Pond ✸ ➵ ✧

Bill Pots ✸ ➵

Clara/Clara Oswald/Oswin ✸ ➵ ✧

Eleven/Smith!Doctor ✸ ➵

Jack Harkness ✸ ➵

Missy/Gomez!Master ✸ ➵ ✧

River Song/Melody Pond ✸ ➵ ✧

Simm!Master ✸ ➵

Thirteen/Whittaker!Doctor ✸ ➵ ✧

Twelve/Capaldi!Doctor ✸ ➵

Five Nights at Freddy (movie)

romantic (➵) platonic (✸) nsfw (✧)

Mike Schmidt ➵ ✸

William Afton ➵ ✸

Vanessa Shelly/Afton ➵ ✸ ✧

Killing Eve

Eve Polastrí ✸ ➵ ✧

Villanelle ✸ ➵ ✧

The Legend Of Korra

Asami Sato ✸ ➵ ✧

Bolin ✸ ➵

Bumi ✸ ➵

Izumi ✸ ➵ ✧

Korra ✸ ➵ ✧

Kuvira ✸ ➵ ✧

Kya ✸ ➵ ✧

Kyoshi ✸ ➵ ✧

Lin Beifong ✸ ➵ ✧

Mako ✸ ➵

Opal ✸ ➵

Tenzin ✸ ➵

The Last Of Us (Games)

Abby Anderson ✸ ➵ ✧

Dina ✸ ➵ ✧

Ellie Williams ✸ ➵ ✧

Joel Miller ✸ ➵

Tommy Miller ✸ ➵

Marvel

Agatha Harkness ✸ ➵ ✧

Bucky Barns/Winter Soldier ✸ ➵

Bruce Banner ✸ ➵

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel ✸ ➵ ✧

Darcy Lewis ✸ ➵ ✧

Drax ✸ ➵

Gamora ✸ ➵ ✧

Hela Odendottir ✸ ➵ ✧

Hope van Dyne/Wasp ✸ ➵ ✧

Jane Foster/Mighty Thor ✸ ➵ ✧

Kate Bishop ✸ ➵ ✧

Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab ✸ ➵ ✧

May Parker ✸ ➵ ✧

Mantis ✸ ➵ ✧

Maria hill ✸ ➵ ✧

Monica Ranbough ✸ ➵ ✧

Natasha Romanov/Black Widow ✸ ➵ ✧

Nebula ✸ ➵ ✧

Okoye ✸ ➵ ✧

Peggy Carter/Captain Carter ✸ ➵ ✧

Peter Parker/Spider-Man ✸ ➵

Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America ✸ ➵

Scott Lang/Ant-man ✸ ➵

Sharon Carter/Powerbroker ✸ ➵ ✧

Sylvie Laufeydottir ✸ ➵ ✧

Thor Odenson ✸ ➵

Valkyrie ✸ ➵ ✧

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch ✸ ➵ ✧

Yelena Belova ✸ ➵ ✧

Parks and Recreation

Ann Perkins ✸ ➵ ✧

April Ludgate ✸ ➵ ✧

Donna Meagle ✸ ➵ ✧

Jennifer Barkley ✸ ➵ ✧

Leslie Knope ✸ ➵ ✧

Star Wars

Ahsoka ✸ ➵ ✧

Captain Phasma ✸ ➵ ✧

Finn/FN-2187 ✸ ➵

General Hux ✸ ➵

Han Solo ✸ ➵

Leia Organa ✸ ➵ ✧

Luke Skywalker ✸ ➵

Padmé Amidala ✸ ➵ ✧

Rey ✸ ➵ ✧

Rose ✸ ➵ ✧

Stranger things

Argyle ✸ ➵

Chrissy Cunningham✸ ➵

Dustin Henderson ✸ ➵

Eddie Munson ✸ ➵

El/Eleven/Jane ✸ ➵

Erica Sinclair ✸

Jim Hopper ✸ ➵

Johnathan Byers ✸ ➵

Joyce Byers ✸ ➵ ✧

Karen Wheeler ✸ ➵ ✧

Lucas Sinclair ✸ ➵

Max Mayfield ✸ ➵

Murray Bauman ✸ ➵

Nancy Wheeler ✸ ➵ ✧

Steve Harrington ✸ ➵

Will Byers ✸ ➵

misc.

Alma LeFay Peregrine (mrs peregrine's home of peculiar children)✸ ➵ ✧

Elizabeth Corday (ER) ✸ ➵ ✧

Laura DeMille/Madame Rouge (Doom Patrol) ✸ ➵ ✧

Lily Lebowski (Crossing Jordan) ✸ ➵ ✧

Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates (Wednesday) ✸ ➵ ✧

Millie Rusk/MolotovGirl (Free Guy) ✸ ➵ ✧

Miranda Croft (The Flight Attendant)✸ ➵ ✧

Dr. Olivia Octaviouse (Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse)✸ ➵ ✧

Yellowjackets

Jackie Tayler (1996) ✸ ➵

Laura Lee (1996) ✸ ➵

Lottie Mattews (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Misty Quigley (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

"Nat" Natalie Scatorccio (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Shauna Sadecki (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Taissa Turner (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Travis Martinez (1996/2021) ✸ ➵

"Van" Vanessa Palmer (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

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sparkagrace · 6 months

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This is my masterlist for @allcapsbingo! Thank you to the wonderful mods for an incredible event. I had so much fun with my card, which is under the cut.

no church in the wild B1 - pre-serum steve / N1 - winter soldier sam / G5 - captain america bucky barnes | T, 3k

i'll take your roses (if you cut off the thorns) B3 - uso girls / I3 - au: florist / N3: free square / G3: clint barton / O3: runaway groom | T, 5.3k

avengers... assemble B5 - au: ballet | G, 0.4k

nobody else

I1 - forbidden love | T, 4.9k

14th February I5 - promises | G, 0.8k

his, his and theirs N2 - "public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable" | T, 3.7k

seize the clay N4 - social media (adoptable) | T, 1.1k

rough edges G1 - au: road trip | M, 33k

sunday lunch G2 - meet ugly | T, 4.5k

dial 'u' for uncles O1 - "is this stuff coming out of you?" | T, 7.4k

#all caps bingo 2023 #stevebucky #stucky fic #stevebucky fanfiction #steve x bucky #my fic

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catws-anniversary · 1 month

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We've crossed over 200 works! An incredible achievement and thank you to all the creators who have participated in this event over the past week and a bit!

THEME: BUCKY BARNES

Mend My Shattered Existence by @grownfairytale [fanfic, m, steve/bucky]

Bucky Barnes by @meidui [gifset]

i'll look after you by @howliesbarnes [fanfic, m, steve/bucky]

what gives a ghost nightmares by @gyokujyn [remix, bucky barnes, steve rogers]

One bright morning changes all things by @rillils [fanart, steve/bucky]

Bucky Barnes by @skullfragments [fanart]

The Winter Soldier by @buckys-wintersoldier [fanfic, t, bucky/reader, reader insert]

Prompt: "But I knew him"

"but I knew him" by @metalbvcky [gifset, steve/bucky, bucky barnes]

Of Returns and the Memories of Distorted Nostalgia by @vostok3-ka [poetry, bucky barnes]

"But I knew him" by @ace-bucket [fanart, bucky barnes]

past tense by @gyokujyn [remix, steve/bucky]

Prompt: Bank

but spare the rod and spoil the child by @gyokujyn [remix, alexander pierce, bucky barnes, brock rumlow]

ya gotov otvechat by @gyokujyn [remix, bucky barnes, hydra trash party]

thaw. by @winteratdusk [fanfic, bucky barnes, whump]

Prompt: Ghost Story

Inseparable on schoolyard and battlefield (Day 8) by @voylitscope [fanfic, g, steve/bucky]

the beloved name, exiled by @vivelarevolution13 [poetry, t, steve/bucky]

a ghost story by @gyokujyn [remix, winter soldier, steve rogers]

ghost story by @maplefiasco [gifset, bucky barnes]

Prompt: Memories

On Purpose by @unlifeira [fanfic, t, steve/bucky]

Memories/"but I knew him" by @yourbuckies [gifset, steve/bucky]

and then you remember by @gyokujyn [remix, winter soldier]

Celebrating 10 Years of CA:TWS — A Stucky Rec List [rec list, steve/bucky]

baby did you forget to take your meds? by @gyokujyn [remix, steve/bucky]

Prompt: Metal Arm

hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page by @blackwood4stucky [fanfic, e, steve/bucky, omegaverse]

For Reasons Wretched and Divine (Ch.8) by @mandyyvibes [fanfic, m, polyamory]

Prompt: Revenge

Revenge by @nekoannie-chan [fanfic, t, brock rumlow]

i kicked off bucky's world revenge tour 2k14 and all i got was half-drowned in the potomac by @gyokujyn [remix, bucky barnes, steve rogers]

rlb by @gyokujyn [remix, steve/bucky]

i've always been an overachiever by @gyokujyn [remix, bucky barnes, steve rogers]

Other works

when morning comes too soon by @thebrooklynnway [fanfic, e, steve/rumlow, omegaverse]

"he's the first LGBT Captain America!" by @skullfragments [fanart, mcu cast]

"Did you write that down first or was it off the top of your head?" by @skullfragments [fanart, sam wilson]

#catws10 #ca:tws anniversary #fandom events #catws10 masterlist #bucky barnes #participant reblog #april 2 prompts

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thisbipuff-isaswiftie · 2 years

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Hey there 🤓

I just wanted to ask if you could write an imagine about Chris x female reader? Like the get to know each other on set - she is working there as a make up artist or something and asks him for a favor being her date for family dinner (the fam isn’t very easy) and at the end of working together on set he kisses her at a party in front of everybody? Oder something like that?

Lots of love

Laura

Sure!!! Thanks for the request, Laura!!!!!

Maybe this is a little different than your request but bear with me. And this might be a bit shitty, I'm sorry.

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To Pretend, Or Not To Pretend | Chris Evans

Requested by - @lauraailin

"I want to watch butterflies sit on sunflowers with you~"

Warning: Swearing. Kissing, Angst. Boners. talks of sex. Flirting. Long, like really really long.

Containing: Angst, Fluff too. Friends to lovers. Co-workers to lovers. Shy!Reader, Captain America!Chris, Fake dating! au.

(ok but he is so hot in this GIF)

A normal day at work. Chris sighed as he got in the elevator, a coffee in his hand and the other one in his pocket. He smiled at everybody crossing him, and rolled his eyes at Robert's everyday morning text. Routine for Chris Evans. And a light up in his morning was looking at you.

You were well, you.

The person he loves to share his donuts with, and try weird food combinations with. You were the person that he would make his mission to make smile. And that smile would always make his heart flip. It wasn't really hard to make you smile, but it was easier to make you blush. And, god, did you look beautiful.

Chris chuckled as he saw you running from one place to another, your chestnut hair falling on your eyes. He liked how hard you worked, and you were independent. How you smelled of coffee beans and roses. He walked towards you, and quickly caught you, as you were losing balance. "Hey, beautiful."

You blushed and looked upwards to see your bearded friend. He helped you gain your balance again and held you. "Um, hi." You said in your sweet voice. Chris grinned at you. "How are you?" He asked you, throwing his cup in the garbage can. "I'm good," You said as you watched him, throw it and lead you by your waist. "I'm glad." He said and smiled towards you. Your eyes beamed shyly at him as he studied your face. "What?" you asked him, not really used to the attention he was giving you.

He cleared his throat, "Nothing."

He put a strand of hair behind your ear, and then smiled at you again. How do his cheeks not hurt? "Have a nice day, honey. And are we still on for the ice cream today?"

"I'm in mood for a frozen bottle mood than ice cream, is that alright?" You asked shyly. He rested his hand on the crook of your neck. "That's perfect for me," You smiled at him and giggled, and he swore his heart stopped as his cheeks turned red. "I-I'll see you at 5. I'll come towards your station."

"That's not really-"

"Hey, I want to. Besides, I love to see you work." You shyly looked up at him and blushed. "Really?" He just beamed at you. "Bye, honey."

"Bye." You whispered as he kissed your forehead.

.....

You were listening to your boss explain how he wants the face to be, how it should look in which angle, giving you an idea where to put a good amount of body glitter and where to tone it down. You looked at the actress you were assigned to, Chloe Bennett. You smiled back at her as she smiled at you. She was new at this, but she was very professional. You liked her. How could anyone not? She was pretty and beautiful, definitely did not stutter or shy away like you, and always fit in. Your heart sank in the pit of your stomach as you heard that degrading voice again.

She's the kind of person Chris would go out with.

You sighed as you remembered him.

You met Chris when you were new to the crew. They just started filming Captain America: Winter Soldier. You were the makeup artist assigned to Scarlet, and Chris was always in her trailer, and you never knew why. Scarlet would always give him looks; as if to tell 'i know why you're here but i am sick of you'. He used to make conversation with you and you used to give shy replies. But you never knew why he took an interest in you.

You were just a boring person who never talked out loud or was never wild. And nobody ever took an interest in you. But ever since that assignment, Chris was always around you. He was there when you were assigned to Gwyneth during Iron Man 3. And it was a wonder to you, how he got your number.

You were also wildly clumsy. That's how you got yourself embarrassed in front of him. Somehow, he was always there to catch you when you used slip from running from one trailer to another when they needed you. This job was hectic for you, but you still loved it.

And that was also another reason why you never met your family. Which gave your family another reason to tease you for not dating or not getting a boyfriend.

You hated how your mum would talk with you about how you needed to get married and how that cousin is getting married. You loathed how the aunts would talk about you harshly, even when you were right in front of them. You despised the way your brother would bully you in front of the whole family. The only person who would not talk about it, would be your father. He understood and never pried you about it, and you were so grateful for it.

He knew how it would get your anxiety up and running.

Number 189126th reason why you hated family functions. And one was coming close. Your brother, Luke, was getting married. You didn't want to go, as you had to face relentless comments on 'Look at her, she's not getting any younger.' and 'She is chubby. No wonder she can't get a boy.', and sympathetic looks that you hated the most.

You looked at your watch and sighed. It was almost 5. You became more nervous and your cheeks turned warm as you remembered the person you were supposed to meet. You had a crush on Chris, of course you did. I mean, he is the Chris Evans. He was literally everything a girl or a boy could actually ask for.

He was handsome, sweet and kind, and he had a hell of an ass.

But you were painfully aware, that he could never like you more than a friend.

.....

"What's got you down?"

"Huh?"

You were dumbfounded, snapped out of your thoughts. "I'm sorry, were you saying something?" You asked in your sweet, low voice. Chris looked at you with concern in his eyes. He sucked and licked his finger off, and threw the paper that was wrapped around his sub in the garbage can. "Are you okay? You've been zoned out for half the time." He stated, and your neck turned red again as you looked up at him again. "Just thinking."

"About what?"

"Well, um." She looked at Chris with hesitation in her actions, "My brother's wedding is coming up, and, well, I hate family functions."

Chris laughed at your directness. "Most people do."

"They pester me relentlessly!"

"About-"

"Well, you know about being single. Why can't I get a boyfriend or something, it's annoying and gets my self-esteem really low for the next whole month."

"Yeah, family can be like that." He studied your face, "Why don't you have a boyfriend?" He asked you. You blushed again, and your stomach turned and twisted nervously. I guess I was waiting for you.

I still am.

"Chris!" You whined. He grinned and gestured you to tell. "Wait, and please don't say work," You shook your head. "Fine I won't say work."

"Let's just say I was busy to think about such things because of my schedule filled with activities that earn me money-?'

Chris rolled his eyes playfully, and you giggled. "And, by the way who would want to date a person who hates attention, and is unbearably shy? Besides, I'm boring! I'm not wild or anything, I hate going to parties and-"

"So? That's what makes you, you." You looked at him with a confused expression. "It what makes you different. I-In a good way. I mean, we don't always want to dance at parties and grind on each other, sometimes-" He glanced at you, "Sometimes, we want to lay on the grass and watch butterflies sit on sunflowers." You looked at him, stunned. You blushed furiously as you found yourself under his intense gaze again. He smiled at you, and you just stared at him.

"thanks?" you said, shyly.

"Sorry," He said and nervously chuckled. "It just came out. I just wanted to say that you are awesome and anybody would be lucky to date you." You giggled and kissed his cheek. He froze, as his cheeks reddened. "You're too sweet."

Chris gaped at you. You're too beautiful.

"Anyway," you stole a glance at Chris, "It's going to be hell. Every relative is going to like interrogate me, make fun of me. Why? Because I haven't got a man. I mean, how stupid is that!?

"But it won't hurt to have someone, you know? Someone to show off to my family, someone that would prevent me from getting bullied by my sisters and brothers." You rambled on. You looked at Chris, who was gaping at you. "I'm sorry." You said, your cheeks reddening again as you realized how much you babbled. "It's okay. You're my friend."

And I love listening to your voice.

You resisted the urge to wince at 'friend'.

"Um, I have an idea." You stared at Chris, who grew nervous. "Yeah?" You asked him. "Tell me," You urged him on. "How about I'll be your boyfriend?" He asked, his voice going low. But you heard him perfect making your ears red, and look up at him, shocked. "W-What?" You whispered. "Well, you know. We'll fake it, so you won't be troubled."

Of course. Fake it. "Mhmm, that'll be nice." you forced out, your heart aching. You didn't know why you were being so emotional. You expected this, didn't you? But, it still hurt. You had to get out of there as you felt your nose getting redder and your eyes starting to sting. "I'll tell you tomorrow, hm? It actually sounds nice. I've to go, seriously, Chloe's waiting."

"Oh yeah, sure."

"Bye, Chris." You hesitantly hugged him, burying your head in his shoulder, taking his scent in. "Thank you for the offer." You whispered and kissed his cheek again, as he you felt him kissing your temple. "Bye, Honey." You smiled at him and walked back.

.....

"Faking it?"

"Mhmm." You hummed back. "Oh come on, why can't you see it? He likes you!" Your face twisted in an outrageous 'the fuck you talkin' about' expression. "El, stop."

"I'm not joking, okay?" You stared at Elizabeth through the laptop screen. "What? Who'll take up the opportunity to be someone's fake boyfriend so that her family will get off her back?"

"Um, I don't know," You raised your eyebrows. "Good friends who care for each other?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "...and love each other." she mumbled. "Oh come on!" You threw your head back. "Look, Olsen. He's never going to like me! I mean i'm-"

"Okay, stop, you idiot. Do you remember what he said to you?"

"That doesn't-!"

"Just tell me what he told you again!"

"Sometimes, we want to lay on the grass and watch butterflies sit on sunflowers"

"Yes. Those are the words of a man who has no romantic feelings towards the person he's saying it to." You rolled your eyes, but your whole face was on fire. Was it possible?

No, God-

"Stop criticizing yourself, okay? You're fucking beautiful, and you know it." You looked down as you stuffed your stuff into your bag. "Thanks." You said, lowly. "Come on!" You looked at Elizabeth, her face had softened. "Let's go out today!" You raised your eyebrows at her. "No.'"

She whined, "Please!"

"We'll go that nightclub your brother's always talking about. Come on! Please. You need a break, okay?"

You sighed and slightly rubbed the bridge of your nose. You did need a break. You sighed, "Fine."

"Yay!"

.....

You weren't supposed to be drunk. You were supposed to take care of Elizabeth. But here you were, stumbling through the bar as you called a cab. Elizabeth..found someone. Someone you obviously did not approve of, but well, she's Elizabeth Olsen. She can handle herself. So you got yourself out. You had no interest in watching sweaty bodies dancing as highly idiotic songs with the most exhausting lyrics playing the background. "Taxi!" You yelled. You were tired.

You felt more than discouraged.

Weren't you enough? Why weren't you like everybody? Why weren't you wild? You groaned loudly and kicked the pavement. Instead of dancing at parties while gulping down vodka shots, you liked drinking lattes while surfing through Barnes & Noble or watching Modern Family while drawing mandala art. You sat down on the ground, and looked around.

Well, you were going to be wild.

Just this time, maybe just maybe, you'll feel like you belong. Maybe you won't get pestered by your family. So you took out your phone and fiddled with it.

Hey, Chris.

I've thought about it, and sure, you'd do me a big favor by being my boyfriend :).

.....

You woke up in a messy bed with a weird bed sheet. You turned around quickly, wincing as you felt your brain freezing as the headache crept in. Where were you? You squinted your eyes as you felt the harsh sunshine hitting you. Groaning, you got up and looked around. Awfully familiar. Fortunately, you spotted an aspirin and a glass of water sitting on the bedside table. You reached for the pill, and sighed. Gulping, you got out of the covers. God, what were you wearing. Fucking uncomfortable.

You looked on the floor, and found your phone. You picked up it, and narrowed your eyes as you found weird texts. Great! :)

From Chris.

Your eyes widened in panic, and you quickly went to chats. What was great? What was he talking about? Your heart was racing and your mind was panicking. You took in a deep breath and entered the chat.

I've thought about it, and sure, you'd do me a big favor by being my boyfriend :)

Oh dear god.

No, no. No.

"Oh, hey! You're awake!" You jumped as you looked ahead and saw a blonde guy. Now, you were confused as hell. Wait the fuck up. You didn't do anything, did you? But all your clothes were on. You chuckled nervously, "Yeah! I woke up. Uhm-Who-Who are you?" The guy laughed. "Oh, um. I'm here with Elizabeth."

You made an "oh" face as realization hit you. "I'm Dave. Dave Johnson." He held an hand out. You shook it, reluctantly. "Um where is El?"

"Oh! She's in the toilet." You nodded and jumped through the messy bedroom and went right in front of the bathroom. "Elizabeth?" You whispered, as your neck turned red. "Yeah?" She replied back, loudly. "Uhmm, I have a problem. Kind of a big one."

"What kind of a problem?"

"A Chris problem."

You gasped as you felt her hand grasping your forearm, and pulling you in. "Elizabeth-!"

"What kind of a Chris problem?" She asked frantically. You gulped and showed her the text, you studied her face as she read them. "Wait-Didn't you say that you were gonna say no?"

"I drunkenly texted him last night!" You said, and put your hand on your forehead. "You'd do me a big favor by being my boyfriend?" Elizabeth snorted, and giggled. You slapped your hands on her shoulder as she squealed. "Hey! Hey! STOP!" You gasped and stopped and narrowed your eyes at her angrily. "What am I gonna do?" You said. "God, I knew going to that going to that nightclub was a bad idea! This your fault, your fault!" You yelled angrily.

"Wait-Oh my god, stop rambling. Listen! Look at this the good way, your family might actually stop teasing you! And your mother will stop pestering you about marriage!" You looked at her, your forehead pinching, as you realized she was right. "But-"

"No! Okay. Try something like this for once, please. Maybe something actually might happen." She wiggled her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, "Nothing's gonna happen, okay? But, fine." Elizabeth squealed. "Yes! Go get some!"

You turned red again. "Shut up! And by the way, speaking of getting some," you cleared your throat. "Who's the blonde Dave out there?" You quietly giggled as you saw her blush, "Did you both-?"

"No! I mean-no. We found you in my bed, when we came home. Yes, we were about to have sex, but we didn't. He helped me placing you neatly, and then we had coffee and talked on the sofa." She said, her voice shy. "All night?"

"All night."

You smiled.

.....

"Hey!" You froze as you heard the voice you loved the most, yet it was the voice that you dreaded hearing the most today. "Honey!"

You blushed at the nickname and turned around. You looked at him and smiled, your cheeks turned more of a furious red when he grinned at your smile. He had such a beautiful smile. "Hi," He said and looked at you somewhat shyly. "Hey," you said softly. Chris' heart was beating harder, oh how he loved hearing your wondrous voice. It always made him soft and fuzzy from the inside. "So," he took a deep breath. He was nervous. He took a risky step, suggesting that they create a ruse. A ruse that held them dating so that your family will get off your back. It was an honest idea; just so her family will leave her alone.

But it also felt like....like an opportunity. A chance that maybe she will also like him back, or maybe it was his one chance at being her boyfriend, being her partner, to love her, to hold her, to be hers. Even if it was all fake, perhaps this was his only opportunity. It still ached.

"You said yes!" He exclaimed as if she had truly given him a chance to date her. You looked at him nervously, groaning on the inside. Honestly, those blues of his can be the cruelest. "Mhmm," you hummed back giving him your most happy smile. His blue eyes can make you do anything. They were mesmerizing. Yet they were also intimidating for you. Those blues would dominate your thoughts so easily. How could you tell him that you couldn't do this?

"When is the wedding exactly?" He asked you, as he continued to walk you down to your department. "Uhm," you cleared your throat. "Next weekend. If that's okay for you?" you asked him. "That's aweso-I mean, yeah i'm good." You softly giggled at his mixed reply. "Okay," you said as you looked at him adoringly.

"I'll have to tell them that i'm bringing someone." You rolled your eyes, "That's going to be.....ughhhh." You groaned. You could practically picture how it was going to be. But your thoughts were averted when you felt Chris' hand on your shoulder and felt his breath on your ear. "Maybe we can start our ruse then." You raise your eyebrow at that, but he just grins.

.....

"What are you going to do?" You asked him again and again. But he just dismissed you with a mischievous grin and a 'trust me' or a kiss on your cheek. You were at your home and ready to video call our brother. "You ready?" Chris asked, his voice masked with playfulness. You shrugged your shoulders and looked at him with sheer boredom.

"Kay'." You called them on your laptop and took in a deep breath, bracing for teasing that will probably result in a mental breakdown or the most agonizing overthinking session in the middle of night. "Hey there, sis!" your brother greeted you. You laughed nervously, "Hey." you said back. "So, why did you call? I mean besides that you're alone, and you have no one to talk to? Hehe." He joked, but it still hurt you. "Um, about that-"

"You must be so miserable, watching actors flirt with someone that is not you." He laughed again, you looked around, uncomfortable. You were already feeling like crying. Your brother was teasing you about how pathetic you were in front of your crush. "Yeah, so why did you call?" He continued as your voice already died in your throat.

Chris raised his eyebrows, how can your brother be so rude to you? He knew this was making you upset, he could see through you so easily. "About my seating? Yeah, um-"

"Yeah, yeah. I know you're coming alone, no need to tell me again." He said, rolling his eyes. You flinched but continued on. "No, about that, Luke. I'm bringing someone." You sighed as you waited for the retorts and the jokes that would hurt you to the core. But all that you were greeted with was silence. Deafening silence. Chris waited for your brother's reply in the kitchen, craning his neck.

Your breath trembled because the silence was more undermining and pathetic. "Are you serious?" Your brother asked you, his voice astonished. God, you were so pathetic. You sighed again, and nodded and smiled. "Oh my god!!!" Your brother started laughing. Your heart sunk to the pit of your stomach. You looked at him with glossy eyes, that were serious. "Wait-!" He studied your face, "Y-You're serious?" He asked you and you nodded. "No you can't be!" He said.

That was Chris' cue.

"Hey, honey! What did you want for lunch? I could make something or do you wanna order takeout?" He asked you loudly, so that your brother would hear him. Your spine froze and you saw your video on the call and saw Chris walking without a shirt on in the kitchen. Your brother squinted and looked behind you. Your cheeks turned a furious red as you stared aghast at Chris. That was his plan?

"Who the fuck is that?"

Chris turned around and saw you on the call. He pretended to be surprised and came walking towards you. Hotness consumed your whole body, as he came closer and closer. "Oh, you finally called! She can be very forgetful, can't she?" He asked your brother, who was dumbfounded, looking at very sculptured Chris. He put his arm around you and pulled you into his chest. You were sure that you looked like the apple that you dressed up as at your school's annual gathering. "Um, y-yeah I guess-guess-" Your brother stuttered.

"I like, had to remind her so many times to call you." He feigned his kindness towards your brother. Your brother was speechless, and couldn't say anything. Chris internally smirked at his state. "Hi, I'm Chris Evans." He introduced himself. Your brother visibly gulped, "Y-Yeah I know you, you're a," he cleared his throat. "You're a very talented actor." Chris grinned, "Thanks."

"So, I guess it's clear that we're gonna need two seats, right next to each other, obviously."

"Mhmm." Your brother hummed as a reply. "I'll get on that."

"Thank you," Chris said as you mumbled a 'thank you' too. "Your sister is wonderful, she's the most beautiful person ever," Chris kissed your cheek and lingered over there. "Hang in there." He mumbled to you, quietly. You just nodded, but you were getting comfortable in his chest and snuggled more. "We'll see you at the wedding!" Chris said.

You get up from your position, unwillingly obviously, and looked at your brother looking between you. "Bye." You said, and ended the call. You were unsure about what to do now. You slowly turned to be met with a Chris with his playful smile on. You grinned shyly. This felt...awesome. To watch your brother's face dumbfounded. "Wow." you said, and chuckled. "That was...great." you said, looking at Chris, who still had his hand around your waist, pulling you close.

"I know." He said proudly and looked at you. You looked at him-no, you beamed at him with adorableness. He blushed as he got caught under your gaze. "Actually, that was awesome!" You said out loud, but turned red again when you realized what you did. "I mean-I've never seen my brother so, so-"

"Captain-ed." Chris said slyly, and you raised your eyebrow.

"Did you make that up, or some guy tweeted it?"

"I...made that up." He sighed. You shook your head and chuckled. "How about this? For that special treat, I owe you." you offered. "Oh, you're gonna regret that.." Chris said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Am i?" you said with a confident smile. "I want your special vanilla pancakes and your L/N's special bacon for breakfast," He said, and you rolled your eyes. "Oh come on!" You whined.

"Please," He begged you and pouted. You blushed again, suddenly acknowledging the fact that he was still very shirtless, and just nodded. You walked towards your kitchen and bit your lip. Chris just scratched his neck and stared at you cooking. You always looked so...mesmerizing when you worked. The way your so tempting, so kissable lips turned red as you bit them down, and eyes would go wide when you concentrate hard. You would look so bloody gorgeous. It made him distract and he would just dive deep down into...well, you.

Chris sighed and fixed his beautiful blue hues on your figure that worked swiftly.

You were making the batter for your pancake when you realized that Chris was staring at you with his eyes that held a weird expression. You couldn't make out what exactly he was feeling, but you blushed furiously under his daze. You cleared your throat and looked at him with a somehow hopeful feeling. Chris snapped out of his daze and realized you were staring at him. His heart pounded against his chest, and he thought that you were thinking about what a weirdo he was. He scratched his nape and looked at the ground. "Sorry," He mumbled, and you just smiled, your eyes sparkling. "It's alright." You said, your voice shy. "Can I help you?" He asked.

"Um," You looked around the counter, "You know what, could you stir the batter, while I go freshen myself?" You asked, and he just nodded and walked towards you. You tried to take your apron off, but the tie was jumbled and you couldn't get hold of it. You groaned and turned around, but your heart almost leaped out of your chest when you saw Chris standing right in front of you.

Standing very close to you.

He looked down at you, and you swallowed, feeling intimidated by his height. Your eyes glanced up at him, and he swore his heart skipped a beat. "You need any help?" You just nodded, not realizing that his voice went down to a whisper. You glanced at him again, heat rising in both of your bodies, as you turned again.

Chris gulped as he saw the back of your sundress, you looked so beautiful. His fingers brushed down at your back and you gasped softly. Your stomach took leaps, that you internally begged for to stop, as one of his hands grasped your waist gently and pulled you a little close. Chris glanced at your reflection from the fridge in front of you, he exhaled deeply and slowly started to pull a strand and release the tie. He looked at your neck intently as he heard you sigh when you felt his breath on your neck.

You breathed in when he was done, and stood still for a few seconds, and then twisted again. Your eyes didn't dare to glance at him, and you gulped again. You took of your apron and kept it on the counter, "Thank you," you whispered. You stepped away from him to your room.

"Fuck." Chris whispered to himself, as you were out of the kitchen. What was happening to them? He ran a hand through his hair and stared at the bowl full of batter.

While you quickly closed your door and rested your head against it. You sighed and bit your lip as you allowed your eyes to stare at the ceiling.

This was really going to be interesting.

.....

"Did you take everything?" Elizabeth yelled from the other room. You chuckled to yourself and rolled your eyes. "Yes mom!" you said cockily. "Well, don't blame me when you forget your only comfortable bra!" She said and you sighed.

Clothes for 4 days. Check.

Toiletries. Check.

Passport. Check.

Book to read. Check.

Being in love with Chris Evans. Check.

You closed your eyes and rolled your neck. Why was this happening to you? Why couldn't you have a normal life and not be in love with a celebrity who does not like you?

You checked your watch, 4.25.

You turned your head when you heard El walking in. She clapped her hands and looked at the bag, "You need help closing it?" You shook your head. She sighed and plopped down on your bed. Her eyes landed on your concerned face. "Hey," She took your hand. "Everything's going to be fine, don't worry." You smiled and nodded. "So," She emphasized on the 'o'. You narrowed your eyes at her. "What?"

"Nothing. Just wondering when your knight in shining armor will arrive." She said nonchalantly, you rolled your eyes. "I told you to stop calling him that!" She grinned. "What? He is your knight in shining armor! Look at how he jumped up to help you! And he's also picking you up....."

You sat down on your bed. "I told him that he doesn't need to do that." You told her, "And what did he say?" She asked, tauntingly.

"What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I wouldn't?" You mumbled quietly. "What? I couldn't hear you?" You rolled your eyes. "He said, what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I wouldn't!" You lied down on the bed and stared at your fan. "When is your flight again?"

"5.15."

"-and when is he coming?" You raised your eyebrows and gestured to the door when you both hear the doorbell ring. "He's here." You say, secretly smirking. She rolled her eyes and got up. You went and opened the door, and smiled at Chris who smiled at you too. "Come in," You invite him and let him inside. You closed the door, and walked towards the door. "You done packing?" He asked. "Obviously." you said cockily.

He chuckled and took off his sunglasses. He looked at you, scanning his eyes up and down. You turned red. He smiled and checked your new blue jumpsuit, you looked really cute. And sexy. Chris' ear turned pink, and he quickly brushed off the thought. But he still kept staring you, making your heart race under his gaze again. Why did he always look at you like that?

You were both interrupted by a cough. You played with your toes while Chris snapped his neck at the voice. "Okay, you two lovebirds. You should get going." Chris eyebrows scrunched and you giggled quietly. He looked so adorable like that. Chris smiled at your giggle but still kept looking at the person that interrupted his daze. "Elizabeth?"

"Yeah, yeah it's me. Now don't you wanna get along?" She said, impatiently. "El!" You scolded her while walking towards your room. You shook your head at your bag still open on your bed. You really needed help with that. You nervously scratched your neck. "Chris!" You called him. "Yeah honey?" He came and looked at you and then glanced at the bag. Nodding his head, he came towards you and gestured for you to do something that you didn't understand. "What?" He shook his head and suddenly grasped your waist with both his hands and lifted you up and settled you on the bag. You squealed and quickly put your hands around his neck. He sighed sharply and you looked at how close our faces were.

Coughing, you looked down as he moved away a bit. You looked up again and smiled sweetly at him. "Knees towards your chest." He instructed and you laughed while doing the same. He pulled your chain and closed the bag, and suddenly lifted you up again, while you wrapped your hands around his neck again. You softly giggled and kissed his nose as he blushed. "Shall we?" He asked and took your hand. You nodded and lifted your bag.

"I thought you guys took a little detour," Elizabeth stated loudly. "Shut up Olsen!" You both yelled in unison. She just put both of her hands up in surrender.

He led towards the car and you drove off to the airport.

.....

"Please return to your seats, and fasten your belts. We're about to land in 20 mins. Thank you."

You looked away from the window and turned your eyes on Chris. He was asleep, with his goggles lopsided on his nose. You giggled quietly at him and tapped his nose and he woke up, startled. "Good morning." You said and giggled quietly. He just groaned again and kept his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes again. You smiled sweetly and nudged him with your shoulder. "Huh?" He hummed. "We're about to land," You said. But he just whined and snuggled his head more into your shoulder. You chuckled and kissed his forehead making him blush. "Come on, you can sleep on the way home." You said and he mumbled a small 'okay' making you giggle again.

You turned your head back to your window and gazed over the fields.

The sun was stalking over the beautiful marigold fields that you remembered you took your picnics to. You gasped as you saw some familiar streets as the plane lowered slowly. You came rarely here, so it never ceased to excite you even though you spent years of your childhood here. You sighed and looked forward as the plane was about to touch the ground again. "Hey," You heard Chris whisper.

"Hey." You whispered back. "Happy to be back home?" He asked you, his voice low. You shrugged and breathed in. "Kinda." He smiled and kissed your temple. You leaned in his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

You were just not ready for the rollercoaster ahead of you.

.....

You could feel prying eyes as you walked towards your front door. You just knew that your brother had gloated to your mother and she was probably waiting for you. You sighed and walked on your front porch, and looked back, waiting for Chris. He smiled at you and jogged towards you, he kissed your forehead and walked towards the door with you. "You ready?" You nodded and heavily knocked on the door. You internally scoffed when the door opened instantly. "Hello!" Your mom greeted you. "Hi." You said and smiled weakly.

"Hello there." Your mom went towards Chris. Chris chuckled nervously, and awkwardly waved at her. "Well come on in!" She said and opened the door wide. You pulled your bag with you, but Chris intervened. "Let me take it, honey." He said but you just shook your head. He kissed your cheek again making you blush harder, as he took your bag as well as his. Your mom raised your eyebrows as you became shy.

You took off your scarf and hung it on the stand. Chris expectantly with lips pressed against each other. "Oh!" You exclaimed. "Right, down the hall, second room on the left. He nodded and sprinted, as you giggled. As he disappeared from the scene, your mom stepped towards you. "He's..well, let's not be modest, he's hot. How'd you nail him?"

"Mom!" You said, embarrassed. "What?" She said and shrugged. You shook your head, "Where's dad?" You mumbled. "Dad!!" You called. "I'm right here, pumpkin." You grinned as you saw your dad come in with a beer in his hand. "Dad!!!" You hugged him tightly.

"Hi, sweetheart."

You pulled back but then rest your head on his chest again. "I heard that you have a guy now? hmm?" You playfully rolled your eyes. "Be nice." You whispered. "Yeah, we don't wanna drive him away. This might be the last chance she gets a boyfriend, I mean she's not getting any prettier." Your mom spoke up. You gulped down the urge to cry your eyes out right there as your heart clenched. Your dad was about to retort but you pulled him back. You smiled weakly at your dad who rubbed your shoulders to comfort you. Chris came in his hands rubbing each other.

Your dad raised his eyebrows at him. You cleared your throat and got out of your father's embrace as he fold his arms and went towards Chris. "Mom, Dad." You said and looked at Chris, who smiled so lovingly at you. "This is my boyfriend, Chris Evans." You announced and sighed as Chris slipped his hand around your waist. You smiled at him and he leaned to kiss your cheek. "So you're the one who's trying to win my daughter?" Your dad asked and you rolled your eyes. "Dad-"

"Well, guess what hotshot. She's not an object to win, got it?" Chris nodded. "Yes sir." He said. He smiled proudly when your father put his hand out for him to shake. Chris grabbed his hand and they shook, firmly. Your dad nodded in approval. "Good grip." You bit your lip as you saw Chris' hand, his big hand. It's so larger than yours, but it still fits perfectly. You blush as Chris links his hand with yours.

"Come on, I need help with dinner."

"Oh, I'll help you!" Chris volunteered. Your mom raised her eyebrows again. "He's a great cook, mom. And I'm sure he'll not spoil your mashed potatoes secret." Your mom nodded and gestured for Chris to come with her. You giggled as you heard her say, "I just put some vodka in it, and they think its some kind of family secret I've been keeping."

You knew that Chris was going to fit just right.

.....

You settled in your bedroom and looked at the room. It had been so long since you've been here. You grinned as you saw all your posters that you hung up, the small song quotes you wrote on the wall, and the doodles that you drew on the desk when you were bored.

"Wow," You jumped when you heard him say that. You didn't notice him there, "Sorry if I startled you, honey." He said and held your shoulders from behind. "What was the 'wow' for?"

"Well," he chuckled. "I'm in the y/n's room!"

"The? I would add the 'The' if I was in your room!"

Chris shook his head and roamed around in your room. He chuckled at the small bed. Wait. There were gonna have to sleep together in the small bed. Chris cleared his throat. He imagined what it would be, cuddling you while sleeping, waking up to you and your bushy morning hair. Your scent stuck to the pillow-

"So you'll be sleeping here?" Your mom came in. You blushed at the thought of you both sleeping together. "Well, yeah." Chris said and shrugged. "Okay." She said, "Dinner's ready in 30 mins. And your brother's fiance is coming."

"Oh, great!" You said. You've been wanting to meet her, but never had the chance to, obviously. Your brother never told you about her. He blames it on you, of course, but sometimes you feel bad about being so busy. She goes leaving you both alone. "So..."

"So..."

"You wanna unpack?" You both say in unison. You both laugh awkwardly and just nod at each other. "Come on, I'll help you." Chris offered when he saw you struggling at picking up your bags. "Here you go." He strained as you both lifted your bag up.

"We're staying for just four days, what have you got in here? It's so heavy?" He asked as he sat down on the bed. You giggled at his question, and moved closer to him. He feigned being tired and you smiled at him, putting a strand of his hair back when it lands on his eyes. "Nothing, it's just gifts. For the family." You said and sighed. Chris looked at you as you played with honey brown hair. He inhaled sharply as he felt your hand going through his hair. He stared right in front of him, your waist coming in his eye level. He slid his arms around your waist and rested his head on your waist/stomach. You sighed calmly, but your heart was thudding against your chest so loudly. Chris snuggled more into your warmth and you giggled quietly.

"Still tired, are we?" You asked, your voice low.

Chris just nodded into your stomach and you chuckled again. "Okay." You whispered and kissed his head. Chris was just relieved that his face was hidden because he was looking like a tomato. He gripped your waist tighter, when you tried wiggle out. "Come on, you sleep for 20 mins, I'll go freshen up." Chris whined and moved his head side to side.

You rested your chin on his head. "okay. Then what do you want to do?"

Chris effortlessly picked you up as you silently squealed. He layed down on the bed and laid you down on his body. You looked up to him, "Are you sure this isn't uncomfortable for you?" You asked him, but he just mouthed 'nope'. You then rested your head on his chest, but were startled when he slightly jumped. You looked up again, your forehead pinching. He gulped, "I mean we can move if you're uncomfortable."

You just rested your head on his chest again and sighed, your eyes closing. You felt him relaxing and you slightly smiled and snuggled more into him. Chris smiled and closed his eyes too, breathing in your scent. You yawned as you felt slumber coming to you while you listened to Chris' calm heart beating.

.....

You came out of the bathroom carefully, not wanting to wake up Chris. You bit your lip from smiling when you saw him sleeping on your bed, he looked so cute. "Wow, you are smitten." You jumped and looked in the direction the voice came from. "Oh, I didn't you were here." You said shyly.

"We came here 5 mins ago. Mom was wondering how much time it was taking you, so she sent me." You nodded at his answer. You smiled and looked at him, "So? How's the missus?"

"Not yet. God, I can't wait anymore." He said. You chuckled. "Look who's smitten now." He shook his head and looked at you as you combed your hair. "no, but seriously. How did you nail him?" He asked, and you nervously looked down. "I was his make-up artist, I am his make-up artist. We came closer, and I fell for him. Honestly, I thought it was unrequited love. But he just one day blurted out that he was in love with me and couldn't keep it in anymore."

"Awww." He said. "Yeah." You sighed.

"Well, you're lucky. I mean Chris Evans," He emphasized. "And you." He said, his voice going down as if to say that you were inferior. You hummed back, not amused by his comment because you honestly expected this. You looked at the dress, it was black and had floral designs on it, and had a net neckline that went deep until a bit of your cleavage showed, it fell right above your knees. You twirled a bit and smiled. "I hate you, but you look beautiful right now."

You chuckled dryly. "Thank you."

"But damn, not beautiful enough for him to like you. Like I know he could've done better but..." He trailed off as he went outside the room. "By the way, welcome back sister." You shook your head and looked back. Your apparent boyfriend was still sleeping. You sat beside him and went to mess his hair until his hand caught your wrist. You gasped as he pulled you closer to him, his breath fanning his face. "What he said is not true, got it?" He said, his voice deep.

"What?" You whispered.

"What he said-you are not beautiful enough to date me'-I m-mean any other guy, who may be an actor, a singer, a damn millionaire, you are so fucking beautiful and smart a-and," He gulped. "-and lovely. Any guy would so friggin' lucky to have you, you know that right?"

You nodded, your eyes leaving his blue hues to how close your bodies were. You gulped, your eyes shy, not wanting to meet his sparkling crystal blue eyes. "Mhmm." Chris looked at you, he breathed in your state. He loved to see you so flustered, it made him want to kiss you-

"They're starting dinner in 10 minutes, you might want to freshen up a bit." You said. He just nodded and moved, directly going to the bathroom. You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding.

You looked up to the ceiling and take a deep breath. How is this supposed to help? How was this supposed to help you get over him?

You were falling deeper now. And you didn't want to stop yourself.

"You ready?"

"As long as you are, honey."

.....

You sighed and looked outside the room, as the clouds cleared up, and the sun came up. Your chest was trembling when tears blurred your vision as you remembered the scene of last night. Your head was hurting of the overthinking and embarrassment, it was too much. You felt arms slither around your waist and you rested your head on his chest, sniffling. "Good morning."

You smiled and closed your eyes. "Mhmm."

Chris held you and kissed your head. He looked at you as you swayed in his arms. "What are you doing?" He asked, his neck craning forward. "Well, we have to dance at the wedding. Shouldn't we practice?"

"We have to dance?"

"Well yeah. It's necessary, and by the way, it gives you the chance to impress me with your dance skills." You say cockily. He smirked and picked you up, twirling you around. You let out an adorable gasp and quickly gripped his shoulders, holding for life. He laughed when he noticed the look on your face. You scoffed and looked away, "You have to stop doing that." His heart went warm when he saw your cute pout.

He grabbed your waist again and turned you, pulling you close, and swaying side to side. He leaned in your ear as your whole body went hot. "Never." You giggled as he twirled you on the ground, and then pulled you in and jumped and went around dancing and waltzing with you. You smiled, your teeth showing, your heart flowing.

You giggled as he dipped you suddenly and you held onto his shoulders and inhaled sharply as your noses touched together. When he pulled you back up, you rested your head on his shoulder and he pulled you more closer, swaying at the silent melody.

He sighed and buried his head into your hair, as you did in the crook of his neck. Only if you could stay like this forever.

But you both suddenly jumped back. You turned to meet with, amelia, your brother's fiance. "Oh hello." She said, suppressing a sly smile. You knew she was secretly watching you both. You blushed and stepped away from Chris. "Hi," you muttered shyly. Chris cleared his throat and looked at you, "I should shower." You nodded as he moved to the bathroom. "Oh, and the men are calling you to get a beer and play pool? Like they're leaving after 40 mins." Chris nodded and smiled sheepishly. "Thank you."

"And we have to go shopping!" She linked her hands with you and you chuckled at her. "Yes, yes we do. So, don't interrupt us." You said cockily. You giggled as Chris raised his brows and raised his hands in surrender. "Wouldn't think of it. Oh, and" He walked towards you and kissed your cheek, his lips lingering there a little while. "Bye, honey." You looked up at him, flustered and caught off guard. You cmiled shyly at him and nodded. "Bye."

You bit your lip and walked away with Amelia, your cheek tingling from where he kissed you.

Amelia nudged your shoulder and you looked at her. "He's right. You are so smitten." She giggled as you positively reacted and blushed.

"Shut up."

.....

You walked through the market, looking at the beautiful souvenirs, jewellery, and dresses, and silently squealed as you saw your favourite bakery. "So..." You heard amelia's voice. You smiled dreamily, "So..." You repeated on. "Oh come on! Tell me how it is to be with him!" She whined.

You giggled and looked back at her. "Magical." You whispered.

She squealed and followed your pace. "I need more details! Is he the brooding type or does he like to cuddle? Or is he one of those guys that are tough from the outside but are just like a teddy bear from the inside. "Quite the opposite actually." You answered. You heard Amelia gasp and chuckled. "Tell me more, please!"

"Alright, alright. But you have to buy me a bagel first. Ooh and you're gonna have to let me browse in Barnes & Noble." Amelia nodded and dragged you to sit on a bench nearby. "Well...?"

You took a deep breath. "He's the best. Like he's so soft with me and never ever hurts me. He likes to hug me, and oh the many forehead kisses I get, but I can't get enough of them," You sighed, realizing how true these facts actually were. "He likes to cuddle with me, and always takes me out for lunch from work. Like it's our thing you know? He's like....perfect. And I know nobody's perfect but he's like so nice and kind, and I can't point out that something that he has, but he's makes me feel so...giddy. Makes me feel as if I'm the only girl in the world." You breathed calmly as you chose your words. "And, god, am i in love with him.

You smiled shyly as you heard her softly giggle beside you.

"Oh, that you are." She said and took hold of your forearm again. "You are so whipped."

You smiled, but you smiled painfully, suddenly being aware of the fact that it is all play. It's all fake and just to show. Your heart ached by realizing that this might be just an act. That all the sweet nothings that he whispers in your ear is to convince, but it felt so real.

After all, he's an actor, isn't he?

You sighed and looked at Amelia and chuckled. You smiled in pain, because of the fact that you're in love with him, and you're in so deep. But he doesn't love you.

And he never will.

"Oooh, and what about sex?" Your breath hitched in your throat and you blushed. You looked down, and bit your lip. "I'm not talking about that." You mumbled shyly. Amelia 'ooh'-ed once again and your heart started beating faster. "Just one tiny detail."

Your brain started thinking mischievously and you started to get up. "He's very dominating. And I love it."

.....

"Hey, are you okay?" Chris asked you. You tightly smiled at him, and nodded. You were trying so hard not to tear up, but just looking at him made your ears ring. It was too much for you, to look at him and feel so loved, but knowing it was all false. You breathed in deep and sighed as you placed your napkin on your lap. You tried your best to convince Chris that you were alright, but he sensed something was wrong.

To him, you were as transparent as a new glass window. He could literally see through you. "Are you sure?" You hummed in response. He felt confused. He looked down at your hand, he wanted to hold your soft hand and draw circles on them. He sighed and smiled at the family while shoving his napkin into his collar. You cleared your throat and looked around.

You all were out to have dinner in a restaurant. It was the oldest restaurant in your town, and it was rated the best, You remembered the many times you came here when you were little. You smiled at the memories. "So what do you want to order?" Your dad asked. You looked at the menu. "I'm really in the mood to eat indian." You said.

Your mom raised her eyebrows, judgingly. "Really, Y/n? Maybe you should get a salad, you have to fit in your bridesmaid's dress." You breathed in heavily, tears clouding your eyes. You looked down and tried to keep your eyes away from everybody else. But your father and Chris knew what was going on. Your father was about to open his mouth, but then Chris started to speak. "Actually Indian seems good, nice choice baby." He said and kissed your cheek. You blushed and glanced up at him and bit your lip. Before you know it, you kissed his cheek.

Chris' heart skipped a beat.

Your eyes widened, realizing what you had just done. You swallowed, and looked down, while Chris was biting his lip, his whole face heating up. "Sorry." you mumbled, so only he could hear it. But he just smiled and shook his head. "It's okay." He said sheepishly. He quickly kissed your temple and studied the menu.

"Oh my gosh, Charlie!!" You heard your mom's shrill cry. You looked up, your eyebrows scrunched up. Charlie? Which Charlie was she talking about-oh. You swallowed your saliva when you saw him. Chris looked up when you did, his face reciprocated one of concern. Who was Charlie? He looked at the guy that was grinning and waving at your mom, side-glancing you. He had wavy raven hair, that were a bit longer, and green eyes, and he was wearing a long purple shirt that hung on his strong shoulders. He was wearing a locket and he wrapped his arms around your mother as he went to hug her. Chris' eyes narrowed when he saw his silver chain bracelet hanging on his wrist, on his veiny hands. Who was this guy?

He looked down at you, a questioning look across his face, but his jaw clenched as more confusion and some kind of anger spread in his chest when he saw you gaping at him.

You raised your eyebrows at him, what was he doing here? "Y/n, honey, you do remember Charlie?" You smiled politely. "Of course, I do." Hell, he was your first boyfriend and your prom date. He was your first love and heartbreak. Of course, you remembered him. "Hey, Charlie." You said, softly. He looked back at you, you didn't notice it but he practically lit up when you spoke to him. "Hi, there."

You smiled at him. Why exactly was he here? You thought, Chris' burning stare going unnoticed. "Why don't you join us?" Your mom asked politely. But Charlie shook his head, "No, It's alright, besides I'm here with my friends."

"Well, you have to come to the wedding!" You said. He looked at you, his eyes suddenly shining. "Of course I'm coming, love. Your brother has invited me to his bachelor party so..." You blushed from embarrassment as you hear him call you 'love'. You nodded at him, and smiled again. But by this time, Chris was fuming. Who the hell was this guy? Why was he calling you 'love'? Who the fuck gave him the right to call you love? His knuckles were white, and he wanted nothing but to kiss you in front of him and claim you his.

"Y/n, why don't you walk him to his table?" You looked at your mom, your face adorned with question, now. What was she trying to do? But as she gestured you to go on, you felt a grip on your thigh. Your heart skipped a beat when you turned to Chris who was clenching his jaw. You scrunched your eyebrows at him but he just shook his head. You flushed under his intense gaze, your beat increasing fast.

You bit your lip at your mom who was slightly smirking, while your father shook his head. "Um, I should go. Bye, Mrs, L/n, Bye, Y/n." Charlie said his goodbye's and went back to his table. Chris gulped and looked down his lap, but then he slightly smiled when he felt your hand softly placed on his. You kissed his cheek and smiled at him. He got mesmerized when he locked his eyes with yours, yours that were shiny and beautiful and so gentle, and it made his heart feel warm.

"So, you want chicken tandoori or shahi panner?"

After dinner, you all were getting in the car, and that's when Charlie came to you. "Hey, um Y/n if you don't mind, can I walk you home." You looked back at your family and then turned back to him. "Um, sure." Chris glared at the guy. He did not like him. At all. He didn't like the way he looked at you. Only he could-Chris violently coughed, and put a hand on his chest. You jogged towards him and ran a hand on his back. He cleared his throat, and smiled at the way concern was etched adorably on your face. "I'm fine, Honey." He said and kissed your temple. You pouted and fixed his hair.

You turned to go towards Charlie, until you felt Chris holding your hand. "Be careful. And please come quickly." He says, you smiled and blushed at the way he looked at you with worried eyes. You got this sudden courage in your heart and kissed his nose. "I promise, bubba." You bit your lip and walked away from him.

.....

You sighed as you walked alongside your ex-boyfriend. You were ever so grateful that the silence between you was comfortable and not awkward or embarrassing at all. Your silence got interrupted by his statement. "So how long have you two been dating?" You looked at him incredulously. "What?"

"You and that Blue And Dreamy Eyes guy, he looks like he has the hots for you. You know he looks like he should be the face of American Eagle or something." You giggled at that comment. "Well, we're....um been dating for 7 months..?"

He narrowed his eyes at you. "You're lying. You'll never bring your boyfriend to meet your family, especially for a family function, when you've only been dating for 7 months. I remember how many times you've deliberately avoided me meeting your parents as your boyfriend." He looked back at you to see you flushed. "What are you hiding, my bookish beauty?" You laughed at your apparent nickname. "Seriously, when are you gonna stop calling me that?" He just shook his head at you. "Now, answer my question."

"I-I'm not hiding anything from you o-or a-any body e-else." You stammered. "You're a really, really bad liar, love." You pouted at him. "Shut up, I'm a great liar." He raised his eyebrows, scoffing, amused at your reply. "You know, like your apparent lover, I can see through you."

You groaned loudly. "Fine. We're not really dating, but we're pretending to, so that my family can stop being so fucking annoying and taunting about me not having a boyfriend." He turned at you, and tilted his head in a way to say, "Really?". You scrunched up your nose and nodded. "Yup. And he suggested it, voluntarily." You said, holding up your hands. Charlie sighed. "So, what exactly is your relationship with him?" You shrugged, "Co-workers. Like you know I'm his-well not really his, one of the make-up artists, and he's an actor." You explained. Charlie shook his head, and then looked at you again. "It's more than that. I know it's more than that. It's kind of obvious."

You looked at the ground. "We're...friends." Charlie looked up in the sky, and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Nope."

"Fine! We're well friends, that are really, really close, but um the kind that contains unrequited love...?" You said, and sighed, not sure how to explain. Charlie nodded at you while squinting his eyes. "So you're the one with the unrequited love, or he's the one?" You looked at him. "Me, obviously." You stated, in a 'duh' tone. Charlie shook his head, chuckling. "Wow, you are still oblivious as hell."

Not knowing what he was talking about, you fell into silence. But after considering your pause, Charlie spoke up again. "Do you not realize how much that guy loves you? Like have you seen the way he looked at you? And the way he got possessive and jealous when your mother told you to walk me to my table. He looked like he was about to pounce on me, and yell that you're his." He said, and you scoffed. "You do realize that we're pretending? Which technically means acting, which is practically his profession?" You said as you rolled your eyes.

"How can you not know that he's utterly in love with you? You haven't changed at all!"

"What the hell do you mean, Charlie?"

He shook his head. "Do you remember that guy in 6th grade that used to sit beside you every algebra class? He fell in love with you. Even after he had gotten the hang of algebra, he asked you to tutor him. Why? Because he loved you!" You shook your head. "No he didn't! He was a bloody jerk Charlie! He hated me, he even looked at me with disgust when the teacher told him to sit next to me!"

"Wow. Anyways, do you remember that jock that helped you improve your baseball? Well, yeah he fell in love with you too."

"No he didn't! He called me miserably insecure in front of the whole popular crowd!" He shook his head. "That was because he was angry and jealous which is not an excuse by the way, because you were getting too close with the guy from the robotics club. Who fell in love with you too, by the way. He just couldn't express his feelings, well, because he was a literal robot," He said, and you replayed all the memories from school, and widened your eyes in disbelief. "Seriously?" You asked him.

"Mhmm. You were very oblivious to realize it, all of those boys believed that they knew they had no chance because you didn't love yourself," He continued. "At that time at least. Right now, it's different. You look so confident." You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Because I got away from my family, and got into the world, instead of believing their insults."

"True."

"-But there is no way Chris is in love with me!" Charlie sighed dramatically. "God! Would you believe me for once!" You stuck your tongue out and he pinched the bridge of his nose and laughed at your silliness. There was a silence between you again. And you sighed, remembering the bittersweet memories of you both being a couple, causing trouble. "I'm really glad that we stayed friends." You shivered and pulled Chris' jacket closer to you.

"Yeah me too."

You walked towards your house and looked at the freshly made statue, and pointed at it. It was a statue of a pile of books, stacked onto each other with a girl laying on top, pointing to the sky. You looked at Charlie, your mouth agape. "The new mayor is a woman. A well-educated woman with brilliant ideas and she's a big feminist, and everybody loves her."

"Thats nice."

"Listen, please just consider him being in love with you for a moment. Go home and just take a closer look, you'll see what everybody literally knows." You glanced at him, and then back on the ground, nodding. "Thanks, you idiot." Charlie laughed and bobbed his head. "Bye, love."

"Bye, Charlie." You said, in a singsong way.

.....

Chris sighed and played with a string that was on his bed. When are you coming back? It was not like he felt that you couldn't protect yourself, it was just...that he didn't trust the guy. Charlie. Who was he to you? Was he someone important to you? He looked at the clock in your bedroom and grunted. I swear to god if he tries anything...

But Chris groaned and ran a hand through his face. Why did the fact that you were some other guy that he didn't trust bother him so much? I mean he wasn't your boyfriend or anything...As Chris laid back down on your bed, images went through his head, unpleasant images. Charlie kissing you, Charlie touching your skin and placing kisses on them, his hands roaming around your body, Charlie making you moan....

He didn't realize that by the time these images went through his head, his fists were clenched, and smoke was coming out of his ears like some tea kettle. Chris breathed in deeply and sighed, calming down as your scent from your pillow reached his lungs. You were the only one that could calm him down. You were the one that made him happy. You were the one that was his anchor. It was you. Only you.

He was in love with you.

God. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, and love you. And then there was that pang in his heart. That wouldn't be possible, would it? How would you like him? Hell, he was sure you would never even dream of it. He was just your...friend. Fake boyfriend. He looked at the photo next to your bed on the table. It was you in a stitch onesie, you looked sleepy but were still showing a peace sign. You were probably 4-5 years old. He grinned at the photo. "She was five years old, we were traveling for two days and didn't have time to rest, and when we finally reached our house, she was very sleepy. So, we put her into her favourite onesie, and then finally before sleeping we took a picture of her." Chris looked back to see your father leaned on the door frame of your bedroom.

"I thought you all were asleep."

Your father chuckled. "If you think I'm gonna sleep when my baby is out, then son, you're wrong." He said and Chris chuckled and nodded. He knew that your father was protective of you, every father is. He looked back at your photo and smiled at it. "You're a good guy, Chris." Chris chuckled at that and got up as he sat beside him. "You got to own it. You've got to own your feelings and come out with them. My daughter looks so happy with you, you know that? I haven't seen her happy, in like, ever. And trust me, she's not good at acting or lying, I can see through her. She loves you."

Chris almost narrowed his eyes. Your father was saying everything he needed to hear to prove his thoughts wrong. She loves you. It was almost as if your father knew something. Or was he a mind reader?

"So, if you ever hurt her you will die."

Chris chuckled and shook his head. "I'll never even dream about hurting her sir." You father nodded, patted Chris' knee, and got up. "O, hi, you're back." You pouted at your dad. "Right. Didn't I tell you to sleep? Dad, you don't have to wait up for me." Chris' posture straightened, relieved that you were back.

"Who said I was waiting up for you? I was talking to your boyfriend." He said. And walked out of there, your eyes following his figure. You entered the room, holding the strap of your sling bag. You looked at Chris sitting on a bed and smiled at him. "Hello." You said to him and walked towards him. "Hi." He said and reached forward to hold your waist. You gulped as you felt his hand around your waist, your skin burning under his contact. "I think your father knows." He said.

"He always knows. Don't mind it." You said and sat down beside him. You slowly rested your head on his shoulder, staring into space. You felt him kissing temple as something burned in you. Hope. Your fragile heart drummed and you silently wished that it wasn't false hope.

.....

You looked at the dress Amelia told you to wear at the bachelorette party. You put on your boots and looked at yourself in the mirror. You sighed and twirled around. You looked sexy. Something that was new for you, but somehow you felt confident. Yet nervous. You were conscious that you were going in front of Chris like this. What if he didn't like it? He has seen many other girls, who were different than her and probably partied everyday. But you weren't like that. You knew that you'd rather prefer reading or spent the evening listening to Taylor Swift and bake. You shrugged and straightened your back. This is going to be a phenomenal night, as Amelia said.

You slowly came out of your room and walked down the stairs, to see Chris and your dad watching football while your brother was hugging his fiance from behind. You breathed in and walked down the remaining stairs, hoping that nobody would pay attention to you. "Whoa." Someone said and everybody's eyes went on you, making you blush. Chris looked at you and gaped at you, his jaw slacked.

He suddenly got up, erupting soft giggles from Amelia as she gave you a suggestive wink. You bit your lip, and looked at Chris. His eyes were wide and his throat went dry. You were looking so...hot. It made him want to....He gulped as sinful thoughts came into his mind, and felt blood running down to a very embarrassing place as he kept staring at you.

Chris swallowed his spit and opened his mouth to speak. "You look...Wow." He breathed. You smiled at him and blushed deeply. "Thank you." You went to hug him goodbye, but he slightly pushed you back. You looked at him, a bit hurt. But he just made a face and looked down, turning pink as you spotted his boner.

You heard someone laugh out loud and turned to the noise, looking back of Chris' shoulder. "Hi, there, hot stuff." Charlie came in. You shook your head, not amused by his comment. "Hi, Charlie." You smiled at him and he smirked at you and waved. He pointed at Chris and mouthed something making you blush. Chris felt that irksome feeling in his chest again. He went to turn to glare at Charlie but you made him look at you again. You kissed his cheek, and mouthed a goodbye, and tried to look anywhere but his visible boner. You bit your lip again making Chris look at you adorably. "Bye, beautiful." He whispered and held your forearm, not really wanting to let you go. "Be careful." He whispered and kissed your temple again, making you think about what Charlie had said. You started to pull back from him, as his palm brushed across your hand.

"Have fun, guys!" Amelia said as she walked you out. "Dad, be nice." You called out so he wouldn't grill Chris. "Bye, honey," Chris called too. "Wow, you really can't stay without her. Can you?" Luke said and your chest felt heavy, as you heard it while you went out. But then you hear Chris chuckle making you feel warm. "You have no idea." He said.

You just wished he would say those words you've been longing to hear.

.....

"So you really like her?" Luke, your brother asked Chris. Chris raised his eyebrows at him. Was this guy serious? Obviously, he liked you. Chris squinted his eyes at him, and smiled awkwardly. "Obviously, I like her. If I don't like her how the hell would I love her?" He said, a bit harshly, out of nowhere. Chris widened his eyes when he realized just what he said, out loud at that. He glanced at your dad, who was smirking proudly at him. "You're a good guy, Chris." Your dad said to him, and Chris nodded at him chuckling weakly.

"Wait, wait. No, um, You're too good of a guy. What exactly do you like in y/n? I mean she's just a make up artist and definitely not your type, I mean, you could have anyone-" Your brother rambled. But his whole speech made Chris' blood boil, what was he implying? That you were someone nobody would love?

"Excuse me if I'm being rude, not really sorry for it," Chris mumbled the last part. "But why are you always undermining your own sister? You should know that she's fucking beautiful and very hot, and any guy would be lucky to have her. She has this evergreen personality and you know what? No actress I've worked with or in the world can amount to her, because guess what? I love her! And she's the most beautiful person to me! So stop making my girl feel insecure because of your stupid opinions and stop acting like one of cinderella's stepsisters!!!"

He took a deep breath and stepped back, noticing the aghast look on your brother's face. Chris shortly glanced at Charlie who was smirking and your father, who looked rather surprised but had a proud glint in his eyes. Your father had puffed his chest proudly and quietly raised his beer bottle to him and took a sip from it. He almost grinned, but then he heard the gasp.

Your gasp.

He quickly turned around and saw you standing behind him, your face was flushed, but right now he was only focused on the way you looked at him. Could you have known that he really meant the 'I love you'?

You wanted to talk to him, but you suddenly got pulled away by your mother, wanting to try the bridesmaid dress on.

.....

Chris groaned as he ran his hands through his hair. You hadn't talked to him in a day. And it made him nervous as hell. What if you wanted nothing to do with him anymore? What if you hated him? All the possibilities made him sweat. He didn't want to live in a world where you hated him, or in a world where you wanted nothing to do with him. Being your friend will be sufficient enough, sure it would hurt that he wouldn't be the one to kiss you or cuddle you or shower you with his love, but at least you'll be in his life. And maybe he would just love you from afar.

He looked at the mirror in front of him. He was wearing a nice blue suit and a white rose. He sighed and put on a smile, wishing best for everything. He wondered what you were doing. You were back where the bride-to-be was getting ready. He breathed in shakily, imagining what might be the bridesmaid dress and how magnificent you would look in it.

He sighed and got ready to step out.

While you were back getting Amelia getting ready. She looked so beautiful, you thought. You fixed her veil, and spread her gown perfectly across the ground. You sighed and grabbed her shoulder and rested your chin on her shoulder. "You look so beautiful, you know that?" You say, your voice low while she nodded. Amelia took a deep breathe in. "You look awesome too you know?" She looked at you through the mirror. "Chris isn't gonna realize what hit him." You blushed at his mention and breathed in sharply. "Thanks,"

"Now, come one, lovely. Time to get married, and suffer the rest of your life living with my brother." You said and laughed softly. She smiled and chuckled at your comment, some tears coming to her eyes. "Hey, what happened?"

"Thank you." She said. "I've always dreamt of having a supportive sister because I never had someone so supportive until your brother came along and encouraged me so much. And when I met you, I knew that you would be very loving." You tilted your head and smiled weakly at her, your hands reaching out to her face to wipe the unshed tears. "Come on, now. You don't want to ruin the makeup that the special stylist put on while there was literally a makeup artist in front of you?"

"Right sorry for that."

You chuckled and shook your head. "You ready?" You asked her, to which she nodded and breathed in deeply. You took the bouquet and got ready to walk down the aisle. It gave you shivers as you thought about it. Walk down the aisle. You wondered when you will walk down the aisle as the bride. You were snapped out of your thoughts as you heard the band play. You walked down the aisle, taking deep breaths.

You looked around the hall, spotting many familiar faces, and sighed. But then you spotted him. You took a deep breath and looked at him. He was wearing a handsome blue suit, complimenting his beautiful blue eyes. Chris looked at you, his heart fluttering when he saw you.

He gaped at you, his cheeks turning pink. He studied the dress you had put on, and how gorgeous you looked in it. He nodded and slightly smiled at you, as you looked at him, your eyes shiny. You walked up front and smiled at the crowd. You breathed in sharply as you met Chris' eyes. You felt like staring into them forever.

"Do you take, Amelia as your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and health, in sorrow and joy, to have and to hold...." But all those words trailed off as you looked at Chris, who looked at you, as if you were the only both people in the world.

"I do."

.....

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For how I treated you....for well, your whole life." You chuckled and shook your head, as your brother swayed you from side to side. "What made you change your mind?" You asked him, as he twirled you around and then held your waist again. You sighed, as the melody went on. "Your boyfriend, who loves you so much." He said making you blush awkwardly. "Hey, you okay?" He asked you. "Mhmm." You hummed back. Luke looked at you and raised his eyebrows.

"Look, Chris is a good guy. And he cares for you so much. Please don't push this one away." You looked at him and nodded. "Oh, and by the way, talking about the guy that cares and loves for you. He's waiting for you."

You looked back to see Chris staring at you. Luke leaves your hand and then gestures for you to go on. You sheepishly went towards him, and then held his hand, leading him outside near the swing. You both sat on the swing and slowly started moving it, staring into the dark night and the bright moon that was above them.

You recognized the song that started in the hall.

Heart beats fast

Colours and promises

How to be brave?

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

But watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow,

"Dance with Captain America?" You giggled and shook your head as you took his hand, adoring his lopsided grin. He pulled you closer, and you both gasped sharply and sighed as you both breathed in each other, your noses touching again. You looked at his sparkling eyes, as his gaze tripped from your orbs to your soft lips. You exhaled as he leaned in, your hand glided to his neck. He gripped your waist, and you touched your foreheads together. "Did you mean it?" You asked softly.

One step closer

"I want to watch butterflies sit on sunflowers with you," Chris whispered. You looked back at him and nodded. "And I only want to do it with you." Your lips collided together, molding together perfectly. You kissed softly yet so passionately. Chris slightly smiled, as you sighed into the kiss. Your heart started to thud faster when he pulled you closer. You remembered all the days you imagined this, as your heart ached thinking it would never happen. But as you kissed him more deeply, you thought about the many moments he kissed you on the cheeks, your temple, your forehead, and stared at you so lovingly and thought about how really oblivious you were. You thought about how much you loved this man.

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

"I love you, honey." He confessed, his heart warming when he heard your soft giggles.

"I love you too. So much."

You sighed as he led you, and held you, as you danced to the song. You rested your head on his shoulder, and he bent his head to your neck and took in your perfume scent. He sighed as his heart fluttered again. You danced in the snow the whole night. As he twirled you around, and you both laughed and waltzed, and loved each other.

And you were finally happy. With your Chris.

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Infinity War Part 1

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A/N: Sweet JEEBUS, that GIF tho!!! That is all. Enjoy!

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Status Report:

Steven Grant Rogers will be lucky if he lives to see another day when I’m through with him. Don’t worry, I have an entirely valid reason for wanting to beat him up, but I’ll give you more information strictly for your benefit.

Right after we broke everyone out of the Raft and brought Bucky and Jess to Wakanda, Steve went to form a team of what was left of the Avengers on his side while I stayed in the States to help Scott and Clint strike a deal with the government for house arrest since imprisonment would be too tough on their families (obviously behind the scenes, because I was technically still a fugitive). Steve gradually started checking in less and less until it had been a month since I’d last heard from anybody, but that didn’t stop me from doing what needed to be done.

I dug my old S.H.I.E.L.D. catsuit out of the archives at the Compound to repurpose it for my needs (FRIDAY helped me sneak in because she knows the truth about the Bucky situation), then went around the country as a vigilante to help out wherever I could. Not that I’d ever admit it, but I’d scroll through pictures of Steve and me as well as all the romantic text messages he sent before everything went to shit at night. And this went on for about 2 years.

And going along with that, seeing as Wanda didn’t have a Visa and technically wasn’t allowed to be in America, I formally adopted her paperwork and all so she could stay, even if the both of us were still on the run from the government. She’d check in with me every once and a while to let me know she and Vision were okay and to make sure I wasn’t dead, but just like Steve, the check-ins stopped coming, which made me freak out and start searching frantically for the both of them, because it was a lot more dangerous for her to stop checking in than it was for Steve.

After about 2 weeks of searching, I finally found them in Edinburgh, Scotland, because Vision had turned off his transponder without warning so he and Wanda could have some alone time (I don’t remember Steve and me ever being like that, but whatever). I was understandably furious with the both of them because if they weren’t careful, Ross and his guys could have found the both of them and taken Wanda back to the Raft, which I simply was not going to put up with (those assholes put her in a frickin straight-jacket and a shock collar, for God’s sake).

I dropped through the ceiling of the train station and saw Wanda cradling Vision (who appeared to have a stab wound through his chest) in her arms. I was too annoyed to ask what had happened to him, and I started chewing the two of them out like the angry mother I was. I said, “Two weeks, Wanda Pauline Maximoff. Two weeks! I have been worried sick for the both of you, and then when I finally find you, Vision has gotten himself impaled. Alone time sure was a great idea, wasn’t it?”, (she wanted to keep her last name, which wasn’t a problem for me) and Wanda looked at the ground sheepishly before mumbling, “No, Steph.”

Then two alien people crashed through the ceiling, so I snapped back to reality, and Wanda and I prepared to defend Vision. The girl alien (at least I think it was a girl) stared at the wall across the platform as a train passed, and when I turned my head, a man was standing in the shadows. His figure looked vaguely familiar to me, but I wasn’t sure why (I hate when that happens). The girl alien threw her giant spear at him, but he caught it and stood it at his side. He stepped out of the shadows, and behind his brown shaggy beard and brown hair, his face triggered something deep inside me. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but Wanda definitely looked relieved when she saw him for some reason.

Sam flew in a few seconds later and Falcon Kicked™ the girl alien through a shop window, then Nat came running in with short platinum blonde hair to catch the alien spear the mystery man threw to her before she stabbed the guy (🤷‍♀️) alien in the stomach. Rose came running in with short jet black hair to snatch up the dying alien’s spear, Mystery Guy came over and caught the spear when Rose threw it to him to help Nat, then they fought with the chick until she was finally knocked back by Sam kicking her again.

The girl tried to get the guy to stand up, but he couldn’t because of his injury, and Nat said, “We don’t wanna kill you, but we will,” so the girl said, “You’ll never get the chance again,” then pressed a button on her arm, and the two of them were teleported away, the alien spear getting pulled from Mystery Guy’s hand as well. After the aliens teleported away, the four of them came over to us, and Sam helped Wanda get Vision on his feet.

Vision looked at Mystery Guy, then said, “Thank you, Captain,” and the guy said, “Let’s get you on the jet,” and started to walk away, but when I heard his voice, I started putting the pieces together (as mixed up in my mind as they were). I stood up and said, “Wait. Who are you? I’d like to thank the guy who saved me and my daughter,” so he stopped, then turned around, and after I got a good look at him, I noticed that there was an outline of a star set in the chest of his suit, and my mind finally clicked.

I said, “Steve?”, and his eyes softened before he said, “Hey, Stephanie,” confirming my mind even more. I stepped closer to him, brought a hand up to his cheek, and when I looked into his sparkling ocean blue eyes, my heart fluttered and I whispered, “Oh, my god. Steve…,” then after a few seconds of smiling at each other, my smile dropped and I slapped him across the face with my other hand, making everyone else wince and say, “Ooh!”

Steve rubbed his face where my hand made contact and said, “Yeah, I deserved that,” after a couple of seconds, so I said, “Damn right, you did! Two years, Steven Grant Rogers. Two years! At first, I was fine with it because you’d check in every now and then, but then you just stopped replying to my messages! Do you have any idea how shitty that feels?! For all I knew, you could have been dead, and I was leaving voicemails on a dead man’s phone for the last two years like a total loser. You had me worried sick, Rogers. Sick! God, I’m so angry at you, I could just…,” but I didn’t get to finish my tirade because he grabbed my face, pulled me closer, and crashed his lips to mine in a desperately passionate kiss (something that I’ve been craving from him ever since he got out of touch), making me grab his wrists and kiss him back.

He pulled his lips away, then wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug and buried his face in my hair. I heard him mumble, “God, I’ve missed you, Steph,” so I hugged him back and said, “I missed you, too, Stevie,” tears threatening to well up in my eyes. He released his grip on me, and I cupped his face in my hands before I said, “Never do that to me ever again,” so he grabbed my wrists and said, “I won’t. You have my word,” and I gave him another quick kiss before I went over to Nat, Rose, and Sam to give them hugs.

We got on the jet, and as the bay door closed, Nat said, “Now, I thought we had a deal. Stay close, check in, don’t take any chances,” and Wanda said, “I’m sorry. We just wanted time,” so I put a hand on her knee and said, “I get it, Hon. But next time, promise me you’ll let someone know first so we can come help out if something goes wrong,” making her nod in agreement and say, “I promise, Steph,” before I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed slightly in a loving fashion.

Sam said, “Where to, Cap?”, and Steve replied, “Home,” making me raise an eyebrow at him because, by the looks of him and everyone else, they haven’t been home in at least the amount of time Steve had been out of touch. I got up from where I was sitting after a few minutes of thinking, then I walked over to Steve before grabbing his arm and tugging him to the other side of the jet, and he must’ve known I had something on my mind because he let me drag him along without any resistance (sometimes I hate that he knows me so damn well).

I said, “I need to have a serious talk with you, Rogers. I really hope you didn’t assume that two kisses and a hug fixed everything,” and he replied, “Of course not. I may be an idiot, but I’m not that big of an idiot,” so I made a face and said, “Mmm, that’s debatable,” making him let out a small chuckle (wow, I really missed his smile (ugh, focus!)). I said, “I’m sure you were very busy with your vigilante justice and being on the run and all that, but I honestly feel kind of hurt that you just stopped keeping me in the loop without so much as a head’s up. I spent two years in the States, all by myself. I was state-hopping, keeping an eye on Wanda and Vision, and going insane with worry for you after I stopped receiving updates. Did you ever stop for even a second to consider how that would make me feel?”, making him shoot a guilty look at me.

I must have started crying, because he wiped away a stray tear that I didn’t know had fallen with his thumb, then said, “I really am sorry, Stephanie. I know I never should have dropped off the face of the earth on you like that, but we were still under a lot of surveillance, and I didn’t want Ross to go after you if he found out you were still in contact with me. I love you too much to let you get sent to the Raft for an indefinite amount of time,” making me smile and say, “Thank you for the explanation, and I love you, too. I’m still a little bit mad at you, but then again, I’m dating Steve Rogers. If I’m not at least annoyed with you 80% of the time, something is wrong.”

He smiled, then nodded and said, “You’ve got a point there,” before wrapping his arms around me in a hug and kissing my forehead. I loosened my grip slightly to look him in the eye, and I put a hand to his cheek while saying, “I’m gonna say it. You look really hot with a beard, Cap,” so he chuckled slightly before grabbing my hand, saying, “Glad you’re a fan,” and kissing me gently. I smiled against his lips, then buried my face in his chest after he pulled away to hold him close, relishing in the fact that my Stevie was back with me again.

We landed at the Compound an hour or so later (which kind of confused me, because the Accords pretty much banished us from the building), and we walked into the lab area to see Rhodey talking with a hologram of Secretary Ross (god, I hate that guy). Steve said, “Mr. Secretary,” and he said, “You’ve got some nerve. I’ll give you that,” which made Nat say, “You could use some of that right now,” which made me let out a snort of laughter and lean into Steve’s back.

Ross continued, “The world’s on fire. And you think all is forgiven?”, so Steve said, “I’m not looking for forgiveness. And I’m way past asking permission. Earth just lost her best defender. So we’re here to fight. And if you wanna stand in our way… we’ll fight you, too,” which made me step out from behind him and put a hand on the place where his star used to be while saying, “Steve…,” which made my presence known to Rhodey and Ross alike.

He said, “Ah, Commander Carter. It’s been a while. How have you been?”, so I shot an incredulous look at him before saying, “If you think you have any business speaking to me like we’re on good terms after everything you put my friends - no, my family - and my daughter through… then you can go to hell. I may not have the legal ability I used to have, but when it comes to the people I love and care about, I will not hesitate to tear you apart and watch you burn,” making him shoot a hard look at me before turning to Rhodey and saying, “Arrest them.”

Rhodey said, “All over it,” then ended the conference, and after the holograms disappeared, he said, “That’s a court-martial. It’s great to see you, Cap,” and stepped forward to shake his hand. Steve said, “You too, Rhodey,” and he chuckled slightly before giving Nat and Rose hugs. He shot me a look and said, “Can I give you a hug, too, Steph?”, so I smiled and said, “Yeah, go for it,” before stepping forward and giving him a quick squeeze.

He released me, then after he looked around at all of us, he said, “Wow. You guys… really look like crap. Must’ve been a rough couple years,” so Sam said, “Yeah, well, the hotels weren’t exactly five star,” and I let out a small laugh before a voice I haven’t heard in two very long years said, “Uh, I think you look great.”

All of us looked to where the voice came from, and Bruce Frickin Banner was standing on the other side of the room. He walked towards us, then said, “Uh… Yeah, I’m back,” and I could have sworn I saw Rose relax like she had collapsed onto a memory foam mattress after a long-ass day. She smiled and said, “Hi, Bruce,” so he tensed slightly and played with his hands for a little bit before saying, “Rose,” and there was a short silence before Sam mumbled, “This is awkward,” making Vision and Wanda shoot a look at him.

We moved to another room to discuss what went down, and Rhodey said, “So we gotta assume they’re coming back, right?”, Wanda added, “And they can clearly find us,” so Bruce said, “We need all hands on deck. Where’s Clint?”, before turning to look at Rose, who said, “After the whole Accords situation, he and Scott took a deal that Steph helped them strike,” and Nat added, "It was too tough on their families. They’re on house arrest.”

Bruce said, “Who’s Scott?”, and Steve said, “Ant-Man,” making him say, “There’s an Ant-Man, a Spider-Man, and an Arachnid-Girl?”, so I said, “A lot changed while you were gone,” and smiled at him before he continued, “Okay, look. Thanos has the biggest army in the universe… and he is not gonna stop until he- he gets… Vision’s stone,” which made all of us look over at the android. Nat said, "Well, then we have to protect it,” but Vision said, “No, we have to destroy it,” making all of us turn to look at him.

He said, “I’ve been giving a good deal of thought to this entity in my head. About its nature. But also its composition. I think if it were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source… something very similar to its own signature, perhaps… its molecular integrity could fail,” so Wanda said, “Yeah, and you with it. We’re not having this conversation,” which made me exchange a look with Steve, because as far as Wanda and I are concerned, Steve is her dad just as much as I’m her mom, with or without adoption papers.

Vision said, “Eliminating the stone is the only way to be certain that Thanos can’t get it,” and Wanda said, “That’s too high a price,” so Vision cupped her face in his hands and said, “Only you have the power to pay it,” but she drew back and walked away from him, making me sigh, because I didn’t need telepathic abilities to know what she was thinking ((adoptive) mother’s intuition, I guess). Vision said, “Thanos threatens half the universe. One life cannot stand in the way of defeating him,” and Steve said, “But it should. We don’t trade lives, Vision,” so Vision replied, “Captain, 70 years ago, you laid down your life… to save how many millions of people? Tell me, why is this any different?”

Steve almost made a response, but Bruce cut in and said, "Because you might have a choice,” which made Steve, me, and Vision look over at him. He continued, “Your mind is made up of a complex construct of overlays. Jarvis, Ultron, Tony, me, the stone. All of them mixed together, all of them learning from one another,” so I said, “You’re saying that Vision isn’t just the stone?”, and Bruce said, “I’m saying that if we take out the stone… there’s still a whole lot of Vision left. Perhaps the best parts,” making Nat say, “Can we do that?”

Bruce said, “Not me, not here,” and Rhodey said, “Well, you better find someone and somewhere fast. Ross isn’t just gonna let you guys have your old rooms back,” so I exchanged a look with Steve, and he said, “I know somewhere,” making me smile and grab his hand. All of us loaded back onto the Quinjet to head off to the home of a certain friend in high places, and when we were getting close, Steve went up to Sam and said, “Drop to 2600, heading 0-3-0,” which earned Sam’s reply of, “I hope you’re right about this. Or we’re gonna land a lot faster than you want to,” before doing as he was told.

Just as we were about to ram into the side of a cliff, it melted away to reveal Wakanda, home of King T'Challa, the Black Panther. We landed the jet, and when the door opened, T'Challa, General Okoye, and the Dora Milaje were waiting for us. Steve said, “Seems like I’m always thanking you for something,” and shook his hand, and for some reason, Bruce bowed. Rhodey said, “What are you doing?”, and T'Challa said, “Uh, we don’t do that here,” making me and Rose fight to contain snorts while Bruce shot a glare at Rhodey, who only smirked in response.

T'Challa said, “So how big of an assault should we expect?”, so Bruce said, “Uh, sir- sir, I think you should expect quite a big assault,” and Nat said, “How we looking?”, earning T'Challa’s reply of, “You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and…,” before he gestured to Bucky (with much longer hair and a full beard) and Jess (with a pixie-bob cut parted to frame the left side of her face), who were walking towards us. Bucky said, “And a semi-stable 100-year-old man and a water bender,” and Jess smacked his chest playfully before giving him a quick kiss on the lips, which made my eyebrows raise slightly in surprise, but I didn’t question it. Bucky hugged Steve, and Steve said, “How you been, Buck?”, so he replied, “Uh, not bad, for the end of the world,” and Jess said, “Bucky…,” making him shoot her a grin and say, “I’m kidding, Doll,“ while raising his arms in mock-surrender.

Jess rolled her eyes lovingly, then hugged me and said, "Good to see you again, Steph. Did you dye your hair?”, before pointing to my dark brown hair (normally my hair is more dirty blonde), so I said, “Yeah. Had to do something to keep the feds off my scent. And your hair looks way different, too! Why did you cut it?”, earning her reply of, “Well, since I’ve been training with Okoye and the Dora Milaje, I felt weird being the only one with long hair while everyone else was bald. So I decided to get it cut!”, while shrugging happily. I nodded in understanding, then Bucky said, "And she looks fantastic,” before wrapping his new vibranium arm around her waist and kissing her temple.

Jess scrunched her nose and squealed playfully in response, and Steve said, “Good for you, Pal. I always knew you’d find a dynamite gal to get you through,” which made them smile at each other before saying, “Thank you,” making me wrap an arm around Steve and squeeze slightly because I was so frickin happy that they got together (her and I were Text Buds™ while she was in Wakanda waiting for Bucky to get better, and I was still stateside on my vigilante expedition).

Vision was taken to the lab of T'Challa’s little sister, Shuri, who is the resident tech genius in Wakanda that designed all of the weapons and gear T'Challa and the Dora Milaje use with the power of vibranium, as well as the technology the Wakandans use for everyday things. And this is impressive because she’s only 16 years old (crazy, right? The Spider Kid and Rebecca would adore her if they were here).

She did a scan of Vision with her Kimoyo Beads (Bruce was very impressed with the hologram technology) before she said, “The structure is polymorphic,” so Bruce said, “Right, we had to attach each neuron non-sequentially,” and when she said, “Why didn’t you just reprogram the synapses to work collectively?”, Vision shot him a look before he said, “Because we didn’t think of it?”, earning Shuri’s reply of, “Well, I’m sure you did your best,” making me let out a snort.

Wanda said, “Can you do it?”, and Shuri said, “Yes, but there are more than two trillion neurons here. One misalignment could cause a cascade of circuit failures. It will take time, brother,” so Steve said, “How long?”, earning her reply of, “As long as you can give me,” before the alarms started going off, and Okoye pulled up a hologram of the Earth with her own Kimoyo Beads. She said, “Something’s entered the atmosphere,” and all of us looked out the window to see weird alien-like ships crashing around the Wakandan border.

Vision said, “It’s too late. We need to destroy the stone now,” and started to get up, but Nat snapped, “Vision, get your ass back on the table,” before stalking over to him, and T'Challa said, “We will hold them off,” while walking past Steve and me. Steve said, “Wanda, as soon as that stone’s out of his head… you blow it to hell,” so she said, “I will,” and I kissed her on the forehead before saying, “You’ll stay safe, right, Hon?”, making her smile and say, “Yes, Steph. I’ll be safe,” then T'Challa said, “Evacuate the city. Engage all defenses. And get this man a shield,” while pointing at Steve.

He nodded slightly, then Shuri said, “Miss Carter, follow me please. I have something for you,” so I squeezed Steve’s hand before walking away while pulling my hair into a ponytail (and if you know anything about me, you know that means I mean serious business). I followed her to the heart of her lab, and she said, “After your first visit, I immediately got to work on these after taking a look at your old suit. These are the 19th versions, but they were only a passion project until now,” before pressing a button, making three white dummies of a female figure with belts made of tiny snowflakes around their waists rise from the floor, one white, one red, and one black.

I walked up to them, then after admiring them for a few seconds, I said, “What exactly are these for?”, so she replied, “Don’t you wish you could put on or take off your suit at a moment’s notice?”, and when I nodded, she walked over to me and scanned my neck with her beads. She said, “Tell it to go on in your mind,” so I did as I was told, then red particles came flowing out of the snowflake belts until all three dummies were covered in a red suit with embellishments corresponding to the belt color, making my jaw drop.

She laughed and said, “I thought you’d like that. The entire suit sits in the branches of the snowflakes. I designed them so you could wear one with any outfit you choose and it wouldn’t stand out. At first, I thought about making only a red belt, but then I realized that red doesn’t go with much, so I made two other ones to give you options,” and while I ran my hand over one of the suits, she said, “Strike one. But not too hard,” making me turn to look at her.

I said, “Just… hit it anywhere?”, and she said, “Mmm-hmm,” so I grabbed the one with the white embellishments by the shoulder, then socked it in the stomach, making the place where I punched it glow white. I said, “What the…?”, and ran my hand over the glowing area, so Shuri said, “The nanites absorb the kinetic energy and hold it in place for redistribution. I made my brother and Miss Lewis’ suits with the same technology,” making me say, “Huh. Cool. But what’ll happen when I do my ice thing? Will I still be able to fly?”, with my hand still on the suit.

Shuri said, "Yes, but it will be much easier for you now. Watch this,” then pressed another button, and the dummies turned the same shade of blue I do when I go icy (I yanked my hand away because it startled me), the suits reacting and turning blue as well. The dummies went back to white after Shuri pressed the button again (the suits returned to their normal color shortly after), then she said, “The suit will react to the change in your heat signature, and the nanites will change their structure so you can fly. And when you change back, the suit won’t be brittle like your current one, so it won’t hinder your movement.”

I smiled and said, “These are amazing, Princess, but I feel kind of guilty taking these without giving you something in return,” earning her reply of, “Well, then we can call it a thank you for coming to protect my country. And call me Shuri,” making me smile before telling the suits to go back into the belts. Shuri said, “They are waiting for you, Winter Rose,” so I smirked, grabbed the black belt, then took off to take off my catsuit and put the belt on over my black tank top and leggings. I told it to go on, then I dashed out of the lab while putting on one of the matching cowls Shuri had made (obviously made of vibranium) to catch up with the others, ready for whatever intergalactic shit Thanos decided to throw at us.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Hey Ollie ! I don’t know if you’ve written something like this before but how about you being Bucky’s secret girlfriend during his FATWS era ? Secret texts and calls , sneaking into the others house and then one day Sam comes by his apartment and you open the door , rubbing your sleepy eyes and wearing only Bucky’s shirt . And then Bucky is heard from inside the house telling you to go back to bed or something like that

The Secret Life of Bucky Barnes

Setting: This during Falcon and the Winter Soldier starting at episode 4: The Whole World is Watching. Warnings: 18+ only, implied smut, canon-typical violence WC: 3.6k

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The late night news coming in from Latvia had been unsettling to watch, the sight of the blood staining Captain America's shield leaving you ill. But at least you had caught a glimpse of Bucky in the background and, aside from looking exhausted, he was in one piece. You were still sitting with your bleary eyes glued to the telly when your phone went off and you unlocked it in an instant to see Bucky’s name on the screen.

You could hardly sleep as you watched the red lights on your alarm change with each passing minute. Even though you knew it would be hours before Bucky landed on home soil you rose at dawn and made sure everything in your house was clean and tidy. After that chore was done you worried that he hadn’t had a proper meal since he left and made a quick trip to the grocery store. You got more than enough food for just the two of you and busied yourself baking until you heard the backdoor open behind you.

You spun around as your excitement peaked, cake mixture dripping from your whisk to the floor before you tossed it in the sink. Your attempt to keep yourself busy had gone too well and you forgot to leave time to get cleaned up, flour dusting your clothes and your lips dark with the berries you had snack on while baking. Still, Bucky leant against the door frame with a smile that sent tingles spreading from your fingers to your toes.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes.” He dropped his bag from his shoulder as he stepped into your kitchen, his large frame making it seem even smaller before he engulfed you in a hug that lifted you off your feet. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck and shared the sweet taste of the berry cupcake mix on your lips. “I stress baked.”

He chuckled as he looked around the kitchen that was full of slices, muffins and cakes. “I see that…and I am not complaining.”

You saw him eyeing a favourite of his and nodded your head towards it. “Go on, it’s all for you.”

His eyes fluttered closed with a moan as his first bite almost consumed the whole slice and it was then you noticed the heavy bags under his lashes and you brushed over the dark rings with your thumbs. “You need some sleep, love.”

“I couldn’t sleep without you, I worry about you when I’m not with you.” He sighed before reaching back and locking the door he had come through. “And, you left the back door unlocked again.”

“I left it unlocked for you.”

You loved how protective he was over you, how much he cared for your safety. It was the reason no one knew about you. You wouldn’t usually be one to sneak around but this was paramount to surviving in a world that seemed to have bad guys at every turn. You knew that being associated with Bucky would bring a threat to your life but you loved him and would try anything to be with him.

“I have a key, doll. You should keep everything locked up. Please? I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.”

You melted from his blue puppy dog eyes and nodded reluctantly. “Okay, I promise.”

Whatever he was about to say was lost with a yawn and you nudged him towards the hallway. “Go lay down, I’ll just pack this away and come join you.”

He turned and caught you by the hips, stealing a kiss from you as you stumbled towards him. “Be quick, I have plans for you.”

You watched his eyes trail down your body longingly and you were almost willing to leave the kitchen in a mess at the heated stare. Common sense won as he stepped back and swiped his bag off the floor to go to your room, the loss of his touch making the decision easier.

It was only a few minutes before you were satisfied the bare minimum cleaning had been done and you double checked the doors were locked before stepping into your room. Bucky looked like an angel as he lay across your bed, his bare chest rising and falling with even breaths, sleep erasing the frown lines that were almost permanently etched into his skin during his waking hours. You were careful to be quiet as you took off your dirty clothes and slipped in beside him, his arms blindly searching for you and pulling you to his chest.

“Love you.”

“I love you too Bucky.” You whispered back, unsure if he even heard you as he continued to sleep. “I’m glad you are home.”

As quick as he arrived he was gone again. It wasn’t unusual but it still left a void in your life that was only momentarily filled with secret calls when he had a minute alone or some short texts to check in on each other. You knew he was scared, though he would never admit it, but he was about to face something he could never be prepared for: Sam.

Bucky had admitted before he left that maybe he had been too quick to condemn his colleague for giving up the shield. In the safe confines of your bedroom he confessed it was his own fears bleeding over and affecting his decisions and actions. Now he was in Louisiana, hopefully making things right, if he could find the right words and let his high defensive walls down for just a second.

Even though you shouldn’t have had your phone on at work, you always did when Bucky was out of town. It was a nervous habit but you had to keep notified of what was happening - push notifications coming through if anything was tagged Bucky Barnes or the Winter Soldier. Hearing the vibrations on your desk you grabbed the device and grinned as you saw it was a photo.

Bucky knew your work schedule and paced around the pier, his phone almost being crushed in his palm as he counted down the minutes until he could call you. Everyone was so busy with their own problems that they didn’t notice him disappear into the treeline for some privacy.

“Hey babe.” You answered on the first ring, taking your break in your office so you could keep the door locked. “How’s everything going?”

“It’s…tense.” He sighed after a pause. “I’m sorry, doll, I’ve been wanting to call and apologise for those texts since I sent ‘em, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

“It’s fine, Bucky, I know this trip has stressed you out.” You shrugged even though he couldn’t see you. “Are you making progress?”

“It’s not fine and I’ll make it up to you when I get home.” He promised before kicking at the rocks at his feet. “Things with Sam are, I don’t know. He’s not that bad, and we even started to talk while fixing his family boat.”

“That’s good.” You perked up, a smile growing on your face with hope. “Progress, no matter how small, is progress. Can we video call when you get to your hotel?”

“I’ll let you know how things go, I may have implied I didn’t have anywhere to go…”

You laughed and slapped a hand over your mouth as you attracted the attention of your co-workers outside your office. “You sly dog. As much as I want to see you, I hope you have a fun sleepover. Don’t stay up too late, you know how grumpy you get when you are tired.”

“I don’t get grumpy.” He scoffed with a chuckle. “I’m always grumpy.”

“I know a few times when you are definitely not grumpy.” You teased sultrily, missing him even more in that moment before realising the time. “Shit, I gotta get back to work.”

“Of course,” he groaned as his cock stirred to life, “leave me with that image…”

“Sorry baby,” you giggled, “I’m sure you can handle it, with a tight fist.”

“Thanks, doll, thanks a lot.” He grumbled but still managed to laugh along with you. “Go to work, I love you.”

“Love you too, big guy.”

His moan echoed in your ear as you ended the call and tried to focus on your work but your mind kept drifting back to Bucky and you wondered if he had taken care of himself, the thought taking your breath away.

Things seemed to be looking up between Sam and Bucky. They were spending time training together and fixing the boat that Bucky rarely had time to keep you updated. You wouldn’t complain about that thought, despite missing the smallest of interactions, you were just glad they were getting along. Bucky needed someone level headed like Sam to keep him out of trouble, and from what you understood, Sam needed someone reckless like Bucky to break the rules when necessary.

You were just packing up your laptop and getting ready to leave work when your phone vibrated. You had told Bucky you would call him when you got home so a knot in your stomach tightened at the sight of his name. He wouldn’t have messaged before you got home unless it was something that couldn’t wait so you scrambled to open the message, your fingers shaking at the million possible reasons things could be bad.

You felt sick as you swung your bag over your shoulder and raced towards the elevators.

“Marie!” You called out as the elevator arrived and you noticed the cleaner was at the other end of the empty offices. “Marie! We have to go!”

She pulled her earphones out and looked around confused until she saw you waving your hands towards the elevator.

“Miss Y/L/N? Are you alright?” She frowned, walking slowly across the office floor.

“I’m fine but we have to go. Now.” You urged. “There’s some shit going down and I’ve been told to get out of Manhattan.”

“Should I call someone?” She asked as she stopped and looked around worriedly. “Did you skip your meds or something?��

“I’m not crazy, Marie.” You sighed and realised she wasn’t going to leave without some proof. “Please do not tell but I’m dating Bucky Barnes and if he said Manhattan isn’t safe, we should believe him.”

She scoffed and went to put her earphones back in but you stepped closer and showed her your phone. The image on your homescreen was of a picture Bucky had taken with his longer reach, your arms wrapped around his neck, eyes closed as he kissed you. There was no mistaking who it was, the shiny black metal of his vibranium arm holding the phone up for the shot.

“Holy shit.” Marie exhaled. “Thats…”

“Yeah, now let's get out of here.” You pulled her into the elevator before the door attempted to close again and slammed the button for the parking level your space was on. “Do you have a car?”

“Uh yeah, it’s over there.” Stammered at your rushed pace.

“Good, get in it and go straight home or over the bridges. Wherever you want, just not here.” You made sure she was heading to her car before you got in yours and made your way over the Williamsburg Bridge into Brooklyn.

After firing a quick message to Bucky, once you were safely locked in his apartment, you waited with bated breath for the delivered label turn to read and took a seat on his sofa to watch the news. The hours passed by painfully slowly as you kept your eyes glued to the screen waiting for a breaking news banner to pass by with some information. And then it did.

You gasped as you saw a fight unfolding, on the screen and the caption about hostages being taken from the Global Repatriation Council, right next door to the building that you worked in. You swore you caught a glimpse of Bucky’s motorcycle crumpled against a barrier before the camera panned to see him falling over the edge of a construction zone that was 15 stories below your office.

“Come on, baby, where are you?” You murmured to the cushion clutched against your chest.

Your eyes scanned every inch of the flatscreen looking for Bucky before the news cut to a different camera pointing to the sky. The small part of you that wasn’t consumed with worry about Bucky felt ecstatic at seeing Sam fighting with the shield he had feared had a history too heavy for him to bear, pride radiating from chest to send chills across your skin.

The crippling fear for Bucky crept back in the longer he was missing from the screen, explosions and fires erupting around the city, the screams of New Yorkers running for their lives filling you with dread. On and on the assault went until the cameras found Bucky, his face screwed up in concentration as he fought with all his strength to free the hostages.

A shout of joy filled his small living room as you jumped off the couch and cheered for him but it was short lived when you saw him look up to the sky. The cameras followed his stare and zoomed in on Sam but you were still stuck with the last image, the fondness and joy radiating from Bucky’s face. You could only imagine how quick that feeling would have faded when he saw what you did, Sam landing with the limp body of a young woman in his arms.

Tears burned your eyes as you listened to Sam’s speech, you and the entire nation, if not the world, at the edge of your seat watching history unfold. The truth hurt to hear but it needed to be said and you prayed that the Global Repatriation Council members heeded Sam’s words and tried to do better.

You were still sitting at the edge of your seat watching the aftermath when the door creaked open and Bucky dragged his feet over the threshold. Dust matted his hair and another one of his jackets were ruined but whatever scrapes he had got were already healed.

He turned to close the door, taking his time sliding the deadbolt into place while he collected himself. You closed the distance and wrapped your arms around his waist as he pressed his forehead to the door and sighed heavily. His warm hand enclosed over yours with a small reassuring pat before he stood up straighter and turned around.

“I’m alright sweetheart.” He promised as he traced the dried lines that remained of your tears.

“You are far from alright. You look like you’ve been to hell and back.” You eased his jacket off his shoulders and tossed it to the side table, more debris falling from the folds of it. “You need a hot shower and then bed.”

You were stunned by the bright smile he managed to produce before he bundled you in his arms and crushed you to his chest.

“How did I get so lucky?” He murmured as he kissed your forehead. “You’re too good for me, you know that.”

“I’m the lucky one, James.” You argued as you lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. “You’re too good for this world.”

Slipping your hand in his, you led the way through his apartment to the bathroom off his bedroom and turned the shower on to warm up. When you turned back you saw Bucky staring at his reflection intently and he gripped the vanity edge.

“Steve was right about Sam.” You weren’t sure if he was talking to you or himself so you let him muse aloud as you rubbed his back, the room finally beginning to steam and erased his fixture in the mirror. “He’ll make a good Captain America.”

“I think you’re right. From what I know, he was a good judge of character. I mean, look at the people he called his friends, they are all pretty amazing people. Especially this one special man he was extra close to: handsome, strong and chivalrous…” You tiptoed so that you rested your chin on his shoulder to see his smile growing. “Thor.”

You squealed as he spun and scooped you up, your laughter echoing in the tiny bathroom as he stepped under the spray of water while you were still completely clothed. He carefully placed your feet back down on the wet tiles and wiped the water from your face as he laughed away the cloud that had followed him all night.

Sobering up, he placed a chaste kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You raised your hands up, your business clothes clinging to your body. “Now get me out of these, please.”

His eyes darkened and he licked his lips as his hands grabbed the fabric and tensed to tear it apart. “With pleasure.”

Your body ached in the most delicious way as you woke up to the sounds of city traffic and the shower running. You were used to the white noise of the city so you found it odd that you had woken at all, especially after the late night spent requainting your body with Bucky’s. Everything was hazy as your head begged to lay back down on the pillow but a soft knock at the front door kept you from falling back to sleep.

Crawling over the bed, you grabbed a shirt of Buckys and stumbled your way through the living room, tugging the material as far down your thighs as you could. Passing the kitchen you heard the sound of the drier rattling around and smiled at the thought of Bucky cleaning your clothes after soaking them in the shower just a few hours earlier. You reached for the door, forgetting to check the eyehole as your head was still thinking it was in bed, and opened it to find the confused face of Sam.

If you had been fully awake you would have laughed as he comically looked between you and the number on the door before looking down the hall to the level number and finally back to you.

“Uhh, I’m looking for my friend Bucky, but he…must have moved.”

Sam’s eyes flew wide open as he looked over your shoulder and saw your boyfriend towelling off his hair, a pair of jeans hanging low on his hips and his chest bare because the shirt he had been looking for was on you. You rubbed your eyes that were irritated by the lights and the sleep that still clung to them, a yawn escaping too before Bucky’s hand came to rest on your lower back.

“Go back to sleep sweetheart.” He said gently as he reined in the spike of fear that came with knowing that in less than 12 hours two people had found out about your relationship. “We can talk about this when you wake up.”

You nodded, kissing him without a second thought, then gave Sam a small smile and a tired wave before heading back to bed. Even with the bedroom door closed you could still hear Sam’s cheerful congratulations followed quickly by what you could only compare to an interrogation before you drifted off back to sleep.

When you woke again you felt far more refreshed and found your trousers and underwear dry and folded beside the bed. You already knew your blouse would not have been salvageable but Bucky was used to you stealing his shirts, finding comfort in his scent that lingered in the material.

“-a celebration, bring her along.”

You caught the end of Sam’s sentence as you stepped out of the bedroom and Bucky’s eyes darted to you.

“I can’t risk anyone else finding out about her, Sam.” He sighed, opening his arms so you could take a seat on his lap since there were only two seats at the table. “I won’t put her in danger like that.”

“What’s this about?” You asked Sam.

“We’re having a party in Delacroix this weekend, I was hoping the two of you would come. Would be nice to get to know you, and how you managed to tame this old dog.”

You chucked at the affection tone to his ribbing. “Not even I could tell you that, sorry, I ask myself that most days.”

Sam laughed heartily and placed his empty mug onto the table before standing up. “I better get going, I’m already meant to be on my way to Washington. The politics never end.”

“It was nice to officially meet you, Sam.” You said as you stood so Bucky could too.

“You too, Y/N.” He nodded, clapping Bucky on the shoulder. “Think about it, a secret this big isn’t going to stay a secret forever. My advice, don’t miss out on things you could be doing together out of fear, life’s too short man. And, I’ve always got your back if you need me.”

Bucky nodded weakly but you could see the cogs turning in his head, the idea planted and your stomach flipped at the thought of having your relationship thrust into the spotlight. There was fear, of course there was fear, but the palpitations in your heart weren’t that. There was a hype you didn’t know you wanted, the ability to go out to dinner, to hold hands as you walk down the street. They were suddenly all the things you wanted and Bucky saw that reflected on your face.

“Hey, Sam.” Bucky called out down the hall, Sam turning back intrigued by the hesitant tone. “We’ll be there.”

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