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redstarsandnightmares · 7 months

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-One Rule Above All - just don't be a dick. Don't bring drama onto my page. Don't pressure me aggressively for replies (but do poke me if it's been a while!). Don't be rude in my ask box/inbox/comments. This is all common sense stuff and the fastest way to get blocked. - 21+ preferred, 18+ mandatory. I will not roleplay with ageless or underage blogs. I will block you on sight if you are a minor. Nothing personal, just uncomfortable. -Mental and physical health restrictions mean that sometimes I will need to take a day (or a few) off from responses. I don't always have the energy needed to write. Sometimes I will only take off from big plots and answer asks or smaller threads. Please don't hound me if you see me "active" but I haven't responded to yours yet. I will also usually be open for chatting and plotting even if I don't have the energy for responses! Don't be afraid to shoot me a message. I'll answer if I have the ability to. I always take -one- day a week to spend off of tumblr for adulting/breathing room/to combat burnout. I will usually still be available on discord on those days, though not always. -Even if you have me on Discord. I *DO NOT* do chat-style RPs. They take up too much time and focus and I simply don't have the energy to devote to them. I prefer para-rp even if it is only a paragraph or two. Exceptions will be made from time to time, and you are not required to match my length be it long or short. My length will vary depending on the story, my muse, and the energy I have. -Mun =/= Muse This is a fictional space. Dark content is not supported or endorsed by the mun, it is just interesting to write. Curate your own space. Unfollow or block me, I won't take it personal. This blog is full of triggering and dark content. Pay attention to the tags. I have a list of trigger tags to block if you would like to avoid it on my page specifically. I *do* reblog and write Trash Party content. It will be tagged under my Hydra content tag if this is a triggering problem for you. I would still like to write with you! I will make my dash as safe for you as I can, or we can write on Discord if that makes you more comfortable. -I love shipping! It's a ton of fun and I love exploring relationships with my muse. I ship via chemistry. So let me know and we can talk it out! Please do not assume your muse has a relationship with mine. The only muses I will accept an assumed relationship starter/ask/etc from are Steve and Natasha. And even then I reserve the right to not answer it if it makes me feel uncomfortable. -NSFW - I will write a number of nsfw plots from smut to violence and torture. Yes I will RP *very* dark themes with you. Message me. Depending on how dark, I might suggest we move to Discord to avoid triggering anyone. These posts, however, sometimes take me a day or two to respond to as they take a lot of energy for me to write. I apologize in advance. Reminder that my portrayal of Bucky is *submissive*. That headcanon is so ingrained into this muse that I can almost never write him as anything but submissive. If you are looking for an aggressive dominant Bucky, there are plenty around. I won't take it personally. -Communication is important to me. I would like to at least get to know the other muns I am writing with. We don't have to be besties, but I find chemistry works better if we can talk openly with each other. If you prefer we didn't, that's okay. But I ask for the bare minimum of relevant information to the RP. -No godmodding. I don't mind *minor* things for the flow of the plot, but anything other than that needs to be discussed first. -My tag dump post is here. Most are self explanatory. Tagging information can be found here. My Trigger Warning tags will be formatted like "tw ____". They will also have my blanket trigger warning tag if it has any warnings at all in it.

-I *much* prefer to rp on Tumblr if at all possible. Moving to Discord is on a case by case basis. . I will *selectively * rp in private servers with people. If your plot is excessively triggering or dark, I will likely suggest we move it to a private server or my dark content server. -This is more a warning than a rule. I do my best work being pulled into someone else's story. I enjoy bringing other people's plots to life. I am not to terribly good at coming up with my own unless something *loud* strikes me. Don't be blindsided if I ask for *your* plots instead of providing my own.

If you got all the way to the end, THANK YOU. I know this was a lot to read and I appreciate you.

#〘⋯✪TheRules - I'm not gonna kill anyone.⋯〛#rules post #rp rules #rules #updated rules

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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 years

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for the touch prompt event perhaps #24 tracing the other’s scars? 💕

Hey, @the-biggest-sambucky-shipper! Ooh, that's a good one, I was hoping someone would choose that one 😆 It's a fic that's post-TWS and pre-CW, if that's okay. I hope you enjoy the drabble! 🥰

Prompt 19: Tracing the Other's Scars

| 18 | Prompts | 20 |

He was gorgeous.

Bathed in the full moon glow transcending from the window, the light framed around him as if it was a message from a higher power, that one should not look upon the visage of someone deemed so ethereal, like a painting brought to life.

On that expanse, there lay valleys and hills not of Sam's own creation, not exactly. Remnants of accidents, of war, of fights. whole galaxies of pain laid over with scar tissue floated atop and dug into Sam.

It was hypnotic. As if Bucky's brain was trying to connect the jagged lines and craters to form ominous constellations.

Sam didn't wear a shirt to bed.

Why didn't Sam wear shirts to bed?

"I can feel you staring, Buck," whispered Sam.

Bucky jumped.

Bucky still felt new to his name. A strange familiarity that felt bittersweet hid in its sounds, but he didn't feel like the same man who used it long ago. It felt good to hear Sam say it, though. Hear the consonants and vowels flow from Sam's mouth like a waterfall of dopamine.

"I... wasn't," Bucky tried.

Sam snorted, turning his True Love hellebore eyes to Bucky, amused.

"Why are you on the couch?" mumbled Sam as he patted the side of the bed next to him, "We talked about this. It's big enough. We can share."

Bucky frowned, but he was unable to break that gaze with Sam's eyes.

"I should have bought you a hotel room," mumbled Bucky, "I'm dangerous."

Bucky wasn't sure how much he could trust himself. If there was a way to bring the Soldier back. He didn't want to hurt Sam.

"Not right now, you aren't," whispered Sam softly, still patting that empty half of the bed, "I don't bite. We'll both get better sleep on a bed."

Reluctantly, Bucky moved away from the couch. He found himself gingerly settling under the covers. Close to Sam. So close, he could feel the heat radiate off the fella.

He found his mind drifting back to them.

The scars.

Sam must have noticed Bucky's eyes wandering, because he whispered, "Want to know how I got them all?"

Bucky swallowed.

Nodded.

Sam gently grabbed Bucky's hand, a firm hold that made Sam's heart skip a beat. Sam pulled Bucky's hand, placed Bucky's fingers on the messiest scar right above Sam's heart.

"I was helping Steve on a mission. HYDRA base. This one guy - snuck up on me. I think he meant to stab me in the heart..." Sam said, a little distant, as if he were reliving that moment.

Bucky's hand turned to hold Sam's, squeezing it. Sam came back from that memory, smiling at Bucky. With no reason to hold onto Sam's hand, Bucky reluctantly let go.

Bucky's fingers traced the scar Sam brought him to. The knife wound. There was a distinct dip in the scar, a change in density. Bucky couldn't help but rub it, as if that would make the wound and its memory go away.

He found his fingers gliding across Sam's smooth skin to a moon-shaped scar on Sam's shoulder.

"I was four," said Sam, grinning at the scar, "There was this tree in my backyard - I was convinced that if I jumped out of it with paper wings, I'd be able to fly. Luckily, I was four, so I didn't get that high up in the tree. I fell a little wrong on the way down and cut my shoulder open on a rock. I think I needed three stitches for that."

Bucky's fingers skimmed down Sam's arm, landing on a dent in Sam, a tiny crater.

"Pararescue mission. A bullet grazed me, but it grazed me close enough for me to need to glue the wound shut," said Sam quietly, "First time I was shot."

Bucky continued. He moved his fingers lightly over Sam, finding every scar, tracing them gently as Sam retold the tales of how he got each one. Bucky could listen to Sam talk all night.

And he did. The two of them lay in their little bubble of happiness as Bucky soaked in every piece of history Sam would offer him.

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This series is to celebrate Pride Month with some fun prompts. Since I got more prompts than I anticipated, I’m going to extend this event to finish all the prompts.

#sambucky #the daily sambucky fluff diary #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky pride month event #sambucky touch prompt event #post-tws #and there was only one bed #sambucky drabbles #drabble 19 #tracing the other's scars

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ynparker · 2 years

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Promises and Separation Part 2 - (Peter Parker x Y/N)

Peter Parker x fem!reader

A/N: Go read Part 1 on my account if you haven't as this might be hard to understand without reading that. Please don't post to other websites without asking my permission. Enjoy reading!

It was as if the whole world was moving in slow motion. The doctors pushing a stretcher along the hospital hallway, Peter and Tony running alongside it, begging Y/N to wake up. But she didn't. She just stayed pale on the stretcher, her eyes closed and her fists clenched, her arms streaked with burns that Loki hadn't been able to save her from.

When the door had broken after Steve had hit it for the millionth time, the Avengers knew that something was very wrong. Loki had entered, only to find Y/N lying unconscious in the middle of the flames which were licking at her arms and legs. And now, she might not make it.

Nat was sitting with her head in her hands as she heard Peter pleading with the doctors to let him in, to see her, to know if she was breathing or not. She couldn't bear to look at the others. They all knew what Peter was refusing to let himself think - Y/N's chances were very slim.

"Please, please let me stay with her," Peter sobbed as he fought to look past the doctors into the room. He caught a glimpse of his girlfriend's pale face. The shock of seeing her like that, under those lights, made him stand limply, not even realizing the doctors were now pushing him away. Tony was clenching his jaw, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. It's all your fault, his head was telling him. She wouldn't have spiraled if you had just trusted her. Why couldn't you have trusted her?

A nurse had managed to get the two into the waiting room where the rest were and told them firmly to wait for any more developments. Nobody heard her. Peter was still crying, and Tony was knuckling his eyes, determined not to let anybody know the magnitude of guilt he was feeling. Loki was staring at the door where Y/N was. He couldn't bear to lose her. If he did, then the only person who didn't see him as a monster would be gone. A few years ago, she had snuck onto Tony's spaceship when everyone was going on a mission to Asgard. She had laughed at his jokes when not even he thought they were funny, she had hugged him at his most vulnerable moments when nobody else knew he needed someone, she had given him her trust when he knew he didn't deserve it. It was she who had convinced Tony to take him to stay with the Avengers. He hadn't left since.

Thor was trying not to throw his hammer through the wall. Y/N had been so funny and carefree when she had come to Asgard. He remembered laughing when Tony was yelling at her for sneaking her way there, and all she did was examine the walls of the palace, completely absorbed. She had helped him through his sadness, his fear of losing everything, and his guilt at everything that had happened in Asgard. She had been his savior. And he had never told her. He prayed now for a chance to tell her everything he hadn't. A chance to show her how much she meant to him. How emotional he had gotten when she called him Uncle Thor for the first time.

Nat was trying to keep a clear head, but all she could see was a young four-year-old Y/N had been when she had first seen her, covered in rubble and trapped, freezing cold, in a HYDRA cell. It was Nat who had saved Y/N from being crushed by the deteriorating building and had given her to Tony to bring her up. She never imagined she would be so devastatingly powerful, or that the power would destroy her. She never imagined that Tony would destroy her when she had been so sure he would protect her. She was trying not to blame Tony for this, but it was hard. And she wasn't the only one.

Steve Rogers had nearly had a panic attack when he had caught a six-year-old Y/N playing with his shield. It was bigger than her, and she still insisted on examining it. When he asked her why she'd touched it, she said she wanted to be strong like him. And he had picked her up and said she'd one day, she would be stronger than all of them combined. And now, her power could kill her. Why couldn't Tony have let her and Peter be together? Y/N had been right, Peter Parker was the definition of what was good for her, and now they might never get another chance.

"Mr. Stark?"

Everyone looked up. The same nurse was back, holding a clipboard to her chest. There was a long pause. "She's stable," the nurse said. Peter gave a gasp of relief and tried not to cry again. "Her chances are better, and she's sleeping now," the nurse continued, although nobody was really listening. Wanda was silently crying with relief. She had been the last out of everybody to meet Y/N, but the comfort that she had given Wanda after the death of her brother was enough to make her love that child like a daughter. She was going to be ok.

"Please...." Tony said hoarsely. "Please can I see her?" The nurse nodded. "You can all go in together if you want." With that, they all stood and walked together to Y/N's room. As soon as he saw her, Peter ran at full speed to the bed and held her hand, laying his head on her stomach and began whispering to her. Nat clenched her fists to keep the tears at bay when she heard what he was saying. "Y/N, please, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault, just please wake up, baby, please wake up." Tony just gripped the side of the bed, his face to the window so none of them could see. Nat and Loki approached the bed so they could sit next to it, while the rest just stood nearby and gave thanks she was looking peaceful. They seemed to spend an eternity like that, just sitting with her, feeling grateful she hadn't succumbed to the power that had taken over her.

Until Peter felt Y/N's hand stir in his. He sat up, looking at her intently. Y/N's eyes squeezed and then opened a little, a groan escaping her lips as her whole body began moving. "Y/N?" he whispered, not daring to believe it. "What...." Y/N said slowly. "Where am.... I?" Everyone let out a deep breath and rushed to the bedside. "You're in the hospital, beautiful girl," Nat said, using her old nickname for her niece. "Your powers made you lose control, and you were unconscious." Y/N looked around as if realizing where she was for the first time and then saw Peter. "You look.... scared out of your mind," she said, regarding him for a few moments. Peter laughed shakily. "I was scared you weren't going to make it," he told her. "I'm really sorry I scared you," she replied. Peter's eyes widened. "No, no, it's not your fault. You never have to be sorry, Y/N, not while I'm with you." He leaned forward and their foreheads touched. Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she closed them. "Never let me go," she whispered.

"Never," he promised her.

Suddenly, Y/N pulled away. "Where's my dad?" she asked. She hadn't seen him. Everyone saw Tony's face now. He was squeezing his eyes shut, his grip on the side of the bed vice-like as he tried to talk without his voice breaking. "Uh, I'm right here, Y/N," he said. She turned and saw him. "Dad, please-" she started, but Tony wasn't listening. He bent and hugged her as if he would never let her go. "I'm sorry," he whispered again and again into her shoulder. "I'm so sorry." Y/N hugged him back. She understood now, she understood everything. "Dad, it's ok," she whispered. I know you have a hard time letting me go, but I'll be fine. I'm going to be fine."

"I know, I know," Tony said, still hugging her. "I love Peter, Dad. Please.... I just want you to understand that. "I do," Tony told her, pulling away. "I know now. I see how you look at each other, and even if I don't like it-" Peter looked down a little guiltily, "I will condone your relationship." Y/N smiled and hugged her father again. "Thank you," she said sincerely. Tony smiled back and pulled away.

Everyone smiled, and the rest came forward to say hi to Y/N. Wanda hugged her while the brothers and Steve watched. Y/N's face was alight with happiness, her smile bright and infectious. That was the Y/N they all knew. She was back.

(also posted on my other tumblr, ethxreality13)

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kai-writes-fan-fiction · 3 years

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In Hiding Part 4/?

Hey loves! Sorry it took so long for me to write part 4, I’ve had school and band. I like this chapter, so I hope you do too!

Word count: 1566

Warnings: Really un graphic violence, mentions of undiagnosed PTSD, OCD, and depression, and my inability to write good endings

The last 30 minutes on the Quinjet were pure hell. Tony kept trying to grill you, and you didn’t respond, which motivated him to ask even more questions.

Finally, he rolled his eyes and asked, “Where are your parents?”

Hundreds of locked-away memories flooded your mind. Your parents had sold you to HYDRA at age 5. You didn't know much about your parents or their identities.

After he asked about your parents, you broke eye contact and looked anywhere but into someone's eyes.

“I see.” Tony scowled but continued asking more questions, but you weren't in the mood, even more now than before.

You eventually drifted off into a daydream as Tony’s questions slurred together. You dreamt about what your life could've been if you had parents and weren't mutant. You could still have parents; you wouldn't have sustained all of that torture at HYDRA, and you would've gotten to go to school!

School, something many take for granted. You didn't have any higher education, and being 15 and more innovative and 99.99% of the world, it was a moot point. Still, being among everyday people, having friends, and discovering your passions, would be amazing.

Snaps in your face brought you back, courtesy of Tony.

“Kid. Kid! Hello?” He snapped in your face.

You had returned to Earth and- hey, look at that! Tony is within head butting distance. Maybe it'd get him to shut up, or would Loki attack again? He was staring at you from the back of the jet, unmoving, eyes trying to predict your following movements.

“KID!” Tony shouted.

You'd had enough of hearing him in your face, so you turned back to him, made eye contact, and-

“Don’t do that, girl.” Loki snarled from his seat.

Tony turned to him and cocked his head.

“She was going to headbutt you, obviously. Don't get within 5 feet of her.”

Tony thanked him quietly and sat in his seat, glaring at you. You made eye contact with him once more, and you smirked.

The rest of the ride was quiet, save for a few tiny pockets of conversation and Tony coming up with more dumb questions, which you elected to ignore.

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You had finally reached the compound, and all you could think about was your impending doom.

Steve picked you up again, as your restraints render you immobile. You fell limp in his arms, head dangling. You were so tired and so worried.

Steve carried you into the compound and to a room, or rather, a cell. The space was empty except for a cot in the corner and a sink. The wall next to the door sported a one-way mirror.

“You’ll stay in here; Stark wants to ask you more questions; he’ll be in here soon.” He put you down on the floor, and you looked up to him. He uncuffed you and swiftly ran out in fear of you trying to bolt again.

Little did you know, he and many of the other team members were staring at you from the other side of the glass, observing you in attempts to understand how you worked and your erotic behavior.

The room was made of something that made you powerless, and the walls were a blinding white. There weren’t any windows, and a single notepad and pencil lay on the bed.

You sat in the center of the room for 5 minutes, staying stationary. Once more, scenarios of what the Avengers might do to you crowded your mind. Tears came again, and you sobbed quietly. Everything hurt, and you were once again reminded that you'd been awake for almost 24 hours. So you carefully laid yourself out on the ground, being mindful of your bruises, and cried there.

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“So- uh- what do we do now?” Steve pointed to you, still crying on the floor.

“Poor thing,” Wanda remarked, frowning.

“Poor thing? She may be a child, but she's evil!” Tony scoffed.

“She could be a beneficial asset to the team,” Nat suggested.

“I don’t trust her.” Tony crossed his arms and looked back to your shaking figure.

“Tony, I kinda volunteered to go talk to her.” Steve turns back to him. “She's got a notepad, and if she doesn’t open up, we’ll send someone else in.”

“Why the hell did you volunteer me? Kid hates me; it's obvious.”

“Just go see if you can get anything out of her, Tony,” Natasha ordered.

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes, stepping into your cell.

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Tony Stark stepped into your cell, the door shut with a loud ‘thud.’ His intentions were unclear, so you backed into a corner. He crouched in front of you and looked into your puffy, red eyes.

Now that the two of you weren't fighting, he noticed how truly young you were; you still had that childlike glimmer in your bright blue eyes. You had been turned into a villain, but it wasn’t your fault.

“Hey, kid.”

You didn’t respond, just blinked. He grabbed the notepad and pencil on the bed.

“Since we haven’t heard you speak, we put this here for you to write on. Do you know how to write?”

Of course, you knew how to write. You stared at Stark, annoyed that he thought you couldn’t write, and slowly nodded your head.

He handed you the notepad and pencil and asked your name, which he knew. He was trying to create a sense of normalcy for you.

“(Y/N)” You wrote.

“You have great handwriting and a beautiful name (Y/N).” He said, reaching for your hand.

You winced when Tony touched you and quickly brushed him off.

“Understood.” Tony moved back and asked you, “Did HYDRA give you your powers?”

“I don’t think so. I was young. I don’t know.” You wrote. You did know, however. You were born with powers, and that’s why your parents sold you. You were too much to handle, and many people were willing to pay hefty prices for you.

You weren’t fond of visiting HYDRA memories, let alone talking about them. Memories of being tortured plagued your dreams every night, and it seems that HYDRA had found a way to torture you even after you escaped.

Often loud noises would bring back memories, as would needles and human contact.

“I want my clothes back.” You wrote. You thought they might bring some semblance of home, a piece of you to hold, and you’d be able to smell your apartment and yourself.

Tony nodded. “I’ll see what I can do. Do you need anything else?”

You shook your head and wrote, “Please leave now. And don’t stare at me from the window. It's creepy.”

Tony chuckled. “Ok, Banner is going to come to check on you at some point.”

You nodded and waved your hand towards the door, signaling him to leave.

Tony slowly got up, and you stared silently as he left the cell. Before he shut the door, he looked back to you, stationary on the floor, staring up at him. Once he was gone, you stared into the mirror, not at yourself but any unsuspecting souls behind it.

Once you thought the sufficient amount of staring was reached, you got up and went to the bed at the far corner of your cell. It was perpendicular to the door, so you could see if anyone entered and be ready to defend yourself.

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It must've been an hour or so until Banner walked into your cell. You jumped up from the bed and pushed yourself into a corner. He frowned and set down what he was carrying, which was a tray of food and your clothing.

He stepped away from said items, and you scrambled to grab them, scared he’d take them back. You backed yourself into your corner once more, shielding yourself with your clothing.

“Hey, (Y/N). Remember me?”

You scowled. You remembered him, and you weren't very fond of the memories you shared with him.

You didn't move, eyes still trained on him. He kneeled about 5 feet away from you, not wanting to startle you.

His voice was low and soft when he asked, “Can I come closer?”

You stared, not knowing how to answer. Would Bruce hurt you again? Could you trust him? It didn’t look like he was holding anything more to hurt you. You allowed yourself to creep closer, slowly inching towards him.

“See, baby steps.” He looked towards the window. You assumed some people were still watching the two of you.

You let yourself come closer, until you were about a foot away from him.

“Can I touch your hand?” He reached out and touched you, but you winced and pulled your hand away. You still didn’t trust him, you would need a whole lot more prof before letting him, or anyone for that matter, touch you.

“Ok, I’m going to go now, get some sleep.” He stood and turned away from you, heading to the exit.

He stepped out, and turned off the lights in your room. It was almost pitch black, except for a dim light coming through the window. You climbed into the bed, and stared up at the ceiling. You were exhausted, but sleep refused to come.

It must have been 45 minutes when you finally drifted off to a restless sleep. You dreamt about what would meet you in the morning.

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haileygarciasunshine · 3 years

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10 Things I Hate About You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Written: April 19th, 2021

Posted: April 19th, 2021

Warning: Swearing, Mentions of alcohol, dive bar, mentions of misogyny, Fluff.

Word Count: 1,840

Summary: Loosely based on the movie 10 Things I Hate About You.

TV and Movie inspired Masterlist

"Come on, Buck." Steve groaned while he shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "You haven't dated since the forties. Don't you think it's time to get back out there?" He nudged his friend's shoulder as they continued walking side by side down the sidewalk.

The bitter night breeze met the slight barrier of their leather jackets, that slightly reflected the street lights.

Bucky huffed, shaking his head slightly. "I don't know.."

Steve sighed. "She won't go out with me unless her best friend has someone to go out with too."

"Tragic story," Bucky spoke rolling his eyes. "But I don't see what that has to do with me."

"Well...." Steve's voice trailed off as he reached up scratching the back of his neck. Once they walked to the bar, both men came to a halt standing awkwardly before one another. Each man giving his tell of anxiety. Bucky, glanced down at his gloved covered hands, as he fidgeted with the seams. While Steve, reached for the back of his neck scratching it.

"Well... You.. You see.." Steve shifted from foot to foot as he attempted to piece together words that wouldn't bring Bucky to alert. "She's.." Letting out a huff, he furrowed his eyebrows together as his shoulders slumped forward in defeat. "She's not like a typical girl."

"I...I don't know how to explain her to you-" Steve gave up his attempt. "Come on, see for yourself." Opening the door, Steve led Bucky towards the stools you and Sharon were sitting.

"Here, let's sit here and you can form your own opinion of her." Steve spoke, flagging the bartender as they sat on the side of the bar with the ability to watch anything unfold.

"Come on, Y/N." Sharon groaned. "Give him a chance."

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. Lifting your drink to your mouth, you attempted to ignore her pleads.

"I...I just want you to be happy." She frowned as her eyes filled with sorrow.

"What makes you think I'm not happy?" You questioned raising an eyebrow at her, as you felt your eyebrows furrow together.

"It's just-"

Cutting her off, one of the many sleazy men that had been ogling your best friend had decided now would be the time for him to make a move.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." The man grinned giving Sharon a head-to-toe survey. Turning his attention to you, he was taken back by your rough around the edges exterior.

"Aw, it's okay princess." He cooed at you, reaching his hand up towards your face attempting to push a strand of hair behind your ear.

Swatting at his hand, you felt your blood beginning to boil. The music that had been streaming through the speakers seemed to quiet, as everyone's eyes were on you in anticipation for how you would react.

"Don't touch me." You hissed through clenched teeth, holding Sharon's gaze.

"Come on, babe." The man continued, his hand landing on the ledge of the bar attempting to cage you in. "With a body like that, you should be grateful, I haven't-"

Raising your eyebrows, you felt heat dance upon your cheeks while adrenaline coursed through your veins. Whirling your head in the direction of the man, you scoffed. "I should be grateful, is that right?"

"Y/N..." Sharon spoke attempting to calm your sudden rage.

"Well..." You stood, nearly knocking the man to the ground. Moving around him, you stood in the walking aisle. Placing your purse strap on your shoulder, you kept one hand closed around it. "I guess in this society, being male and an asshole...Makes you worthy of our time." You spat, as you felt your features harden.

Cheers erupted from all areas of the bar, as you carried a smile while walking to the entry of the bar receiving pats on the back and praise from strangers.

Once the door closed, Steve cleared his throat as he brought Bucky's attention back to the previous topic. "So-"

"You need someone who doesn't scare easy." He spoke, nodding his head in understanding. Raising the bottle to his lips, he gulped a sip before letting out a sigh. "When's the date?"

Catching him by surprise, Steve gazed at Bucky in confusion, before a smirk made its way upon his lips.

"What if he doesn't like me?" Sharon questioned her face filled with concern.

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms along your chest. "He would be stupid not to." You sighed. "Besides, there's plenty of other guys that are dying to take you out."

"Y/N!" She groaned, stomping her foot in the process. "You're not helping!"

"Well, do you want the truth or do you want me to lie?" You questioned raising your eyebrows.

Before either of your could finish your conversation, the sound of rapid knocks on your front door bounced off the walls.

Silently, you thanked whoever was at the door, for interrupting your argument. Walking towards the door, Sharon was hot on your heels.

Opening the door, you frowned as your gaze fell upon the two men standing before you.

"Uh, can I help you?" You questioned crossing your arms along your chest.

Clearing his throat, the blonde shifted his weight from foot to foot. "I'm here to pick up, Sharon."

Turning to face your friend, her face was illuminated with something you hadn't seen cross her face in a long time.

Bringing your attention back to the men before you, the blonde had his eyes locked on Sharon. Stepping out of your apartment, they linked their arms together before the hallway was filled with giggles and chuckles.

Momentarily, you had forgotten he had come with his friend. Clearing his throat, your attention was brought back to the man before you with a baseball cap upon his head.

"So-"

"No, thanks." You spat, taking a step back readying to shut your door in his face. "Not interested."

Slamming the door shut, you leaned against it as you closed your eyes attempting to regain your breath, that the icy-eyed man seemed to have stolen.

Sighing, he screwed his eyes shut.

Minutes before reaching your door.

"Come on, Buck." Steve pleaded. "You promised!"

Bucky groaned. "You saw how she ate that man from the bar and spit him out."

Steve sighed, defeat quickly setting in. "But, you're Bucky Barnes. A super-soldier, former hydra assassin, former Winter Soldier..." He spoke clasping his hand onto Bucky's shoulder. "You can do this."

"Fifty dollars." He negotiated. Crossing his arms along his chest sending a glare in Steve's direction.

"I'm not paying you to go out with a girl!" Steve exclaimed mirroring Bucky's stance.

"Then I'm not-"

"Fine."

"Fine?" Bucky questioned surprise etching along his features.

"Fine." Steve shrugged, pulling out his wallet and handing him a fifty-dollar bill. "Now, let's go."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he made a mental note to tell Steve he would be upping his price if this were to continue.

Forming a fist, he lifted his hand, rapidly knocking on your door.

"Go away!" You yelled from the other side of the door. "I'm not buying what, you're selling!"

"I can do this all day, doll." He chuckled.

Yanking open the door, you sent him a deadly glare. "Leave before I call the cops for solicitation."

Pushing past you, he made his way into your apartment as he ignored your protests. Shrugging off his jacket, he placed it on your coat stand, before putting his hands in his front pockets.

Groaning, you shut your door, before turning to face him.

"Not too shabby." He spoke aloud.

"Gee, thanks." You spat. "I always hoped to gain the approval of someone who trespassed into my apartment."

Rolling your eyes, you plopped down on your couch before resuming your show. Letting out a content sigh, you had almost forgotten about tall dark-haired man.

Sitting beside you, he made himself comfortable, placing his arm along the backside of your couch.

As some time passed, there was a comfortable silence between you.

"I'm Bucky." His husky voice causing your stomach to flutter.

Nodding your head, you attempted to ignore him. "I didn't ask."

Silence fell between you. Frowning, you let out a defeated sigh.

"Y/N."

Much to Bucky's surprise, he hadn't expected you to respond much less give him some sort of acknowledgment of his presence.

"I sure hope you're not going soft on me, Y/N," Bucky spoke in a playful tone. You could hear the smile in his voice.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

As time passed, you couldn't concentrate on the show, but more so on the built man beside you. Your mind had convinced you that he was slowly but surely moving closer towards you.

Deciding you wanted to check, you turned to face him only to notice his thigh was millimeters from coming in contact with yours.

With widened eyes, you lifted Y/E/C eyes only to lock eyes with his ocean-colored ones.

"What?" He questioned attempting to be nonchalant about it. Bucky was well aware of what had gotten to you.

For once, you were at a loss for words. Opening and closing your mouth a few times you felt your mouth going dry. The smell of his cologne filled your senses, as you were overwhelmed by Bucky.

Your front door flew open, revealing a very inebriated Sharon and Steve. Both you and Bucky jumped away from one another as if you had been caught in the act of something intimate.

Jumping to his feet, Bucky turned to face you offering you his hand. Gazing at his covered hand then his features, you felt betrayed by yourself as you accepted his gesture allowing him to tug you to your feet.

Clearing your throat, you moved around the coffee table and assisted Sharon to the couch.

"I...I should get him home." Bucky spoke as he maneuvered Steve's arm across his shoulders allowing him to hold most of his friend's weight.

Humming in response, you crossed your arms along your chest nodding your head. As Bucky crossed the threshold into the hallway, he halted his movements.

"I had fun, not doing anything with you." He spoke grinning at you when he saw a pink dance along your cheeks.

Rolling your eyes you shook your head. "Goodnight, Bucky."

Shutting your door, you leaned against it as you let your head fall onto it with a soft thud. Butterflies had begun erupting in your stomach as heat rose along your features.

"Did someone thaw that ice-cold heart of yours?" Sharon questioned suggestively wiggling her eyebrows at you.

Groaning, you ignored her comment turning your attention back towards the show you were watching. Your mind clouded with thoughts of Bucky.

"Just so you know, Steve and I made plans for our next date," Sharon muttered as she closed her eyes, allowing slumber to overwhelm her.

Her confession did nothing to halt the butterflies in your stomach. Grinning to yourself, you couldn't stop yourself from the thought of seeing Bucky again.

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Unintentional Father V

SUMMARY: Steve Rogers had always liked you, from the first time you had stepped foot in the Avengers Compound, to your no-nonsense perspective in the world. Never taking shit from anyone, especially Tony; everyone liked you, liked your son who you bring along from time to time upon the request of Pepper Stark and many of the women in the compound. So how was it possible that he was here talking to Director Fury with you, and the small little fact that he was the father of your adorable blue eyed baby. How was that even possible when he couldn’t even ask you out on a date properly? CHARACTERS: Steve Rogers x Reader; son!OMC (Grant); Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes; Pepper Potts WARNINGS: Profanities. Suggestive Themes. Possible Smut(?) Grammar Mistakes. English not being my first language. [Not Beta’d tho] WORDS: 2,406 A/N; Another short one, but it's finally moving in the direction I have it planned for a while. MASTERLIST || Joing the Taglist

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Part 5: Injuries and Hidden Enemies

In the eyes of every single individual that had known Steve Rogers for as long as they had, it was a rare sight to see him so out of control, ready to kill a man if it means ensuring the safety of his family. Morals be damned.

"Steve."

A little more, he knew he can snap the man's neck in half. But your voice was stopping him from making the biggest mistake of his life. Having you see him in his most vulnerable state, a state where he was willing to discard his own moral compass and beliefs. A state where he was more than willing to kill if it means keeping his family safe.

"Stevie. Listen to me." Turning to you, your tear stricken eyes have him tensed.

"Steve, look at me." Your voice had slowly brought him back from an action he could not turn back from. "Please, don't do this."

It took him a moment and for the man he was choking struggling to breath before he finally let's him go and wraps you into his arms.

Taking your scent in, momentarily he tried to calm himself. His hands found themselves slotted around your hips pulling you closer to him. Giving him more reason to believe you were here, in one piece, and away from harm.

"I'm sorry." He whispered against your head before turning to the man that aside from rubbing onto his already bruising neck from his chokehold, didn't seem as much bothered as he would have believed him to be.

"It's okay. I'm okay. Grant is okay." You assured him, your own hands resting against his back, rubbing circle against his tactical suited back. "Sergei saved Grant when me and Sam couldn't."

"Sergei?" turning his attention back to you, brows raised at an unknown man that would be responsible for his son.

"That would be me." The man he had been choking finally chimed in.

Steve refused to acknowledge the man, he still couldn't trust him. The first time he had seen the man, he always had this feeling of the man constantly watching over him even if he had only seen him once.

His attention was instead turning to Fury, having worked for him as long as he had, he knew he had something to do with this.

"Agent Sergei Volkov is the man I had posted in your apartment when you two moved out of the compound."

He wasn't the least surprised with Fury's admission, but it didn't make him any less angry for what happened. What the government or HYDRA had done, to shake away the bliss in the life he had hope to separate from his line of work as part of the Avengers.

"What happened?"

"The Government has accidentally leaked to the public that you were Ms. Y/L/N's son's father." Sergei explained. "It was just by chance that I saw the number of reporters both in the reception and the handful that had slipped past security."

Steve couldn't breathe. How could they be so careless? Turning to you, your face nestled against his chest as the sobs had once again started to escape your lips.

"I couldn't stop them." You whispered. "One minute me and Sam were in the kitchen readying ourselves with making lunch, another minute Grant was crying his heart out when a stranger with a camera came into the apartment."

Your sobs continued to fill his mind and every single time, he couldn't blame you. He will never blame you or Sam for what had happened. He blamed himself. He wasn't there for you, to protect you and your son when you needed him the most.

Every single day, he was out saving the world, becoming a prominent figure in a better world, but he couldn't save his own family. Save them from the people he had fought every single day. This is what the guilt he knew he can never live with. What if the intruder took his son? What if no one was there to save Grant and it was going to be a cycle Steve was all too familiar with?

What if they use his son, use him the same way they had used Bucky all those years before.

"It's not your fault," Steve assured turning his attention towards Wanda. The bruises on her face as well as Sam's own wasn't just a simple altercation with an intruder. There was something more to this--something that they didn't have the heart to tell you just yet.

"We're going to stay the night here." Steve decides. "I can't trust myself to be in the apartment after what happened."

"Steve--"

"No." He snapped, the panic lacing every words that he was to speaking now. "I wasn't there for you and Grant. I can't trust myself letting us stay back in the apartment after what happened."

He didn't have the heart to argue with you when it comes to this, but if you were stubborn, he'd be fine with arguing with you when it comes to this. But you were to stay here either way--even if it means having him tell FRIDAY to override any chance you had of leaving the compound.

"You're being unreasonable, Rogers." You snapped pulling away from him and walking out of the meeting room without another word.

It took a lot out of Steve to remain where he stood. He needed answers, answers he knew he cannot have while you were in the room. Answers that was more dire than you actually believed it to be.

"That isn't an ordinary reporter with the bruises you all have." Steve pointed out turning his attention now towards the Agent Fury had planted in his apartment complex.

"Three HYDRA Sleeper Agents." Sergei explained turning his attention towards Sam and Wanda. "Had it not been for Maximoff's powers, we wouldn't have found out what they had planned."

"What?" Steve inquired when the man had stopped talking and his attention turned towards the quiet Fury. "What did you find out?" he asked again, voice growing louder than he anticipated.

"A handful of tranquilizer to knock down a horse." Fury reveals. "A handful of rope and coordinates to what we believe is another HYDRA Lab up in Sokovia."

It was worse. Worse than he had actually thought it could be.

"Steve. They didn't plan on just taking Grant. They wanted to take Y/N too."

Even with everyone in the team was trying to have you get checked up, you had refused. Making your way to where Pepper was taking care of Morgan and your own son. He had just stopped crying from where you could see him nestled in the arms of your boss. This was not how you would have liked to spend your day off.

Things had been blurry, one minute you, Sam, and Wanda had been arguing over whether to follow the cooking time instructed on the pasta box or if to just eyeball everything, then the next minute you heard your son crying and you and your son were dragged out of the apartment while Sam and Wanda deal with the intruder.

It was also a relief to find out that the creepy neighbor you had wasn't so much of a creepy but a watchful eye Fury had placed for your own safety as well as your son's own. You never had the opportunity to properly thank the man as well as apologize for the last time you were in the same room together.

"Everything alright now?" Pepper had inquired upon seeing you watching them.

"Steve said we're gonna stay in the compound tonight." You muttered still annoyed with what was going on.

If things were fine just as what Wanda and Sam had assured you, why can't they go back to the apartment. This was something you had tried to comprehend as you continued on watching Pepper with your son. The idea of people coming after your son was still something you refuse to take lightly, but was it the case here? Was there something they weren't telling you?

Fury was able to hide the fact that he had someone watching over you, watching over you and over your son.

"I think it's better if you two stay back here in the Compound." Pepper points out with an understanding smile. "With how everything was going on right now, it's better to let the press and media die down, even for Grant's sake."

Nodding your head. There was nothing more you can do, everyone wanted you three to stay. Sighing you joined them and decided to talk about something else work-related, just to stop talking about the events earlier on.

It had worked for the past ten minutes, but your mind brought you back to the possibilities. What could have happened if you didn't think too much of Grant's cries as anything more than hunger, what would the reporter have done to your son. Just the idea of having to tell Steve that harm had come to your son, it brought a dangerous pit in your stomach.

You wouldn't be able to face Steve if it ever happens. After every assurance and small arguments you had with Steve about your safety as well as your son's, You wouldn't be able to keep your own word. The sick feeling in your stomach and in your head finally came to a full swing as you stood right up mid conversation and sought for the nearest bathroom to expel this morning's breakfast.

Stress was never a good combination with your anxiety it seems. As you continued to heave against the pristine toilet. Counting to ten before you found yourself puking once again until nothing was left but the taste of acid against you tongue and had your puking yet again.

"Y/N?"

You didn't need to turn to know it was Steve, once again worry you had learned he could be for your sake as well as for Grant's. The comfort of his large hands on top of your shoulders eased away a fraction. Leaning your back against his chest, you felt a little better even with the two of your now settled on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

"I'm fine." It was a lie, but it was better than linger in all the fears you were beginning to have because of the situation. "Stress and what happened today was just to much for me to process in one day." You continued with the best smile you could put on.

"Are you sure you don't want to get checked?" He inquired. "Dr. Cho is still in the office. We can get checked together?" He offered.

Turning him, you had realized he was nursing a huge bruise himself from his mission. The sunken look on his eyes had you consumed in guilt more. Instead of refusing like you had been doing when the rest of the people in the compound insisted, now you had nodded your head and with Steve's guide, made your way to the doctor to get yourself checked.

"How was the mission?" You inquired, hand slowly slid against his own.

"We were able to stop a handful of HYDRA bases from spreading throughout Europe. There were a few casualties, but we've apprehended the lead of the operation." He muttered.

You nodded, hating to learn that innocent lives were cut short because of an organization that wanted nothing more than to ruin the world. Holding on to Steve's hand tighter, you gave your silent comfort, realizing everything that he has to shoulder both in his personal life and in his job as a Superhero.

"We--we can stay here as long as we need to." You finally relent.

"I just want you and Grant safe." Steve whispered halting from your journey to the medic bay. "I can't lose you or Grant."

Taking hold of both of his hands, only now have you come to realize the pain on your wrist. Spraining it from socking the man that attempted to take your son. As the adrenaline had finally died down, you realized all the aches that made you come to realize you were merely a normal woman compared to the people here in the compound--more capable of saving you and Grant if this was to happen ever again.

"Okay." You resigned. "We're gonna stay here until this all blows off." You smiled at him, hoping to lighten up the mood, as impossible it must been to do. "Let's get check up so you can shower and see all the drawings Sam and Wanda had made along with Grant."

Finally seeing the ghost of a smile, with your uninjured hand, you held onto his hand and made your way to the Medic Bay where thankfully no one else was in besides Dr. Helen Cho and her team.

"Capt. Rogers. Ms. Y/L/N." A gentle smile had played on Dr. Helen Cho's lips as she greeted the two of you.

Ignoring Steve's insistence on having you checked first, you had watched Steve get himself checked. Impressed with how quick his body was healing; the many perks of the Super Soldier Serum it seems.

"Let's get that wrist checked, Ms. Y/L/N." One of the doctors finally relented seeing you nursing your wrist.

Looking down, your brows furrowed at the sight of it, purple and red bruises painted all around your wrist. The ache you felt was only that of a sprain, but the sight of it was more a fracture.

"We need have an X-ray of your wrist to see the extent of the injury, but we need to have you take a pregnancy test first." Dr. Helen Cho supplied seeing the confusion that was on your face at the injury you didn't even know would be this severe. "It's standard procedure and wouldn't take you five minutes."

"But I'm taking birth controls since--" You weren't able to finish your words as you looked pointedly at Steve. "Can I have the cup and test, please?" You sighed giving up from denying a possibility at this point.

Memories of the first time you had ever seen Sergie in your apartment building brought back the memory of the untouched sanitary pads and tampons in your bathroom. Your mind was doing all the mental calculation since your last period and this was the fear you had come to realize can be a reality.

You can't be pregnant--again. Not in this situation.

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Grace - Chapter 4: Amazing Grace

Pairing: Howard Stark x F!Reader , Bucky x Reader [Eventually]

Word Count: 3131

Series Summary: A young nurse is recruited by Dr. Abraham Erskine to join the SSR to assist on Project Rebirth. Following her work with the SSR she is drafted into the US Army Nurse Corps in the war against the Nazis...and HYDRA.

Chapter Warnings: minor character death, violence

Author's Note: Surprise?! After a battle with writers block and my own mental health I have finally been able to finish this chapter. Thank you for being patient with me as I get this out. I did switch the POV to first person, so I hope you don't mind. I still feel 'eh' about it but that might just be me being hard on myself. Either way enjoy! I hope to get back onto a normal update schedule again soon!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the gifs they are either found on google or under the gif tag provided by tumblr. Any language other than English was translated using Google Translator, and translations will be posted in bolden italics after. I am not a nurse or in the medical field although I may do some research medical treatment written may not be correct.

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My fingers twisted the band around my finger, occasionally stopping to run a finger over the slightly sparkling gem. The turbulence Howard was trying to avoid was delaying our early arrival in London. London, that last place of peace I will see for a while. My eyes had been locked on the array of dials and gauges that were on display on the dash for over an hour now. Howie probably thinks I have fallen asleep by now but how could I sleep with my mind racing? Lifting my head I reached for the co-pilot headset that was hanging next to me and carefully placed it over my ears.

“Hey doll, you alright?” Howie’s voice entered my ears through the headset as he glanced over at me. I gave a soft smile but it was too weak to mean anything. “A lot on my mind. I’m afraid of losing the ring. I’m nervous about the war. I miss Abraham.” Part of me worried he wouldn’t hear me but his hand moved off the control stick to rest over my hand. It was comforting but I knew he was just as nervous about the war as I was.

“Just wear the ring with your identification tags. It’ll be okay.” His fingers wrapped around my hand bringing it up to his lips. Releasing my hand to its previous place on my lap his focus returned to piloting the aircraft. We would be landing soon.

It had only been a few short days since Project Rebirth. I hadn’t been able to write Steve Rogers since I checked up on him but I knew Peggy would keep an eye on him from wherever she was so part of me was a bit calmer. Howard’s voice came through the headset as he called down to the air tower for landing clearance. The landing was a bit rough but nothing Howard couldn’t handle it seemed. I followed Howard’s actions as he took his headset off. He grabbed my things, his would be collected and taken to the facility he would be working at, and reached for my hand to help me from the plane.

There standing by a car was none other than Peggy, her shoulders back yet relaxed as she waited for us to approach her. “Welcome to London, Mr. Stark. (Y/n) you will..” Peggy’s greeting that sounded nothing but official died on her tongue moments before her red lips turned up into a smile as she looked between Howard and me. “I believe congratulations are in order, perhaps we can postpone your drop off a little bit longer.” The twinkle in her eye made me smile. Howard moved around the car to put my bag in the back as Peggy stepped forward pulling me into an embrace. “We shall talk before you leave.” She whispered before the three of us got into the car.

Peggy took us out to lunch to celebrate our new engagement. It was a nice meal filled with smiles and laughs. It was also the last time I would be wearing the ring on my finger. Howard was sitting with me in the back seat on the way to camp when I moved the band from my finger to the metal chain hanging around my neck with silver ID tags hanging over my heart. Arriving at the camp and saying goodbye to Howie was the hardest thing I thought I would have to do. His arms wrapped around me, neither of us saying a word but knowing the chances for the future. “You’ll come back to me. I know you will.” Howie’s statement seemed so sure like it was written in stone and couldn’t be changed.

A private was there to gather my bag and take me to my new division that would be leaving on July 1st for Tuscany. I always wanted to visit Italy, but not like this. I walked by soldiers running and others sitting around talking. The medical cabin was only half full. The first person I was introduced to was Doctor Gabriel Fields. Dr. Fields would be the doctor for the division I was assigned to. He was a bald man in his mid 30s who held his head high like he was better than everyone, constantly bragging about his wonderful wife and three strapping boys. During the time before our shipment out of England I only spoke to Fields at training where he always seemed to look down at the younger nurses, which included myself.

There was one older nurse, the head nurse of the division, Abigail Moore. She was a stern looking woman who practically demanded everything be organized. This was the second war she had been a part of, the first was the first world war. She was either in her late 40s or early 50s no one was really sure, except maybe Dr. Fields who favored Nurse Moore. Maybe it was the bond between parents? After all, Moore had two children of her own who had given her 5 grand children already. As for the rare mention of her late husband it was all positive or how they had met during a party celebrating the end of the first world war.

Between Moore and Fields my habit of singing Amazing Grace to soothe the soldiers was nearly forbidden until two weeks after we arrived in Tuscany and had begun our travel through Italy. There was a small attack by nazi soldiers. A grenade went off taking out two of our men and injuring four others. The medical tent was busy as each nurse tended to an injured man. It was also the first time I watched a soldier die. His leg had been blown off and shrapnel was sticking out of his arm. My body was still stiff from locking up at the sound of the grenade as I tended to the man who was panicking over his leg. Fields was already looking at it as I started to remove and bandage the shrapnel in the soldier's arm. Men behind me were worried about their comrade outside of the tent. The anxious cloud of emotion made my hands shake as I pushed back the man’s hair.

For the first time since we arrived in Italy I began to sing the hymn. Men quieted trying to hear the softer sound coming from me.

“Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost, but now am found

Was blind but now I see.”

I glanced up at Dr. Fields for an indication of what the result was for his leg. The smallest shake of his head told me that there had been too much blood lost and the soldier wouldn’t make it. I turned my head back down to the man who had stopped yelling in pain.

“Was Grace that taught my heart to fear

And Grace, my fears relieved

How precious did that Grace appear

The hour I first believed.”

The hectic frenzy in the medical tent calmed to a low buzz as the other nurses worked in a calmer environment. Men outside sat on equipment boxes or the ground. My hands cradled the soldier’s head, moving him carefully into my lap. If this man were going to die in my care then he would die knowing he was not alone.

“Through many dangers, toils and snares

We have already come

T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far

And Grace will lead us home

And Grace will lead us home”

My voice cracked as his breath slowed and eyes closed. My eyes closed, willing the tears not to fall. My hand brushed over the man’s chest where trembling fingers grasped at silver. Henry Williams.

“Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost but now am found

Was blind but now I see

Was blind, but now I see”

The soldier lay limp on my lap. Nurse Moore and Dr. Fields moved towards me to move the body. Still refusing to let tears fall, my head tilted back and I sniffled, the sign that my emotions were betraying me. A firm yet delicate hand rested on my shoulder, the squeeze of fingers was enough to remind me of the same encouraging gesture Erskine would do in the SSR labs. My head turned to meet the dark brown eyes of Maxine Maine. For the toughest nurse to be looking at me with glossy eyes, I knew that what just happened was emotional for everyone in our division. “Come on, let's get you some air.”

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From that moment on Amazing Grace became my thing started by Max herself. Maxine didn’t have the best bedside manners, given she was raised by a fisherman. Yet when she heard me sing it relaxed and calmed her enough to have gentler hands. One night when we were sitting at the camp fire she told me it was because it reminded her of her mom, one of the nearby soldiers agreed. I just smiled at them and shrugged my shoulders. By the time the first letters went out I had heard several men telling me that they were telling whoever was back home waiting for them that they had an angel in their division taking care of them. A week later when mail was delivered I had more than what I was expecting, considering I had only sent out three letters to Howie, my brother, and father.

One name stuck out to me. Rachel Williams. I took my small stack of letters and returned to the tent that I shared with the two other younger nurses. I sat on the small storage box before opening the letter. The writing was a bit shaky and there were a few splotches of runned ink from fallen tears,

To the nurse who was there with my boy during his final minutes.

My name is Rachel Williams and my son is Henry Shawn Williams, the man you comforted after the incident. I wanted to thank you for what you did. My nephew was in the tent that day. He wrote to me telling me how peaceful my boy looked in your arms before he passed. Henry never wanted to fight, he wanted to be a teacher. My nephew called you an angel and I have to agree. You’re an amazing grace blessing those in your care. Henry died in peace and that is all I could ask for, thank you.

The woman signed her name and taped a small angel pendant to the bottom of the letter. The somber mood was quickly disturbed by a squeal. I was able to quickly wipe any fallen tears from my face and hastily shove the letter back in the envelope before the freckled blonde nurse raced into the tent. Charlotte Liffiet, the sweetest gal I have ever met, looked at me with a smile so bright the cheshire cat would be jealous. “Gracie, ya never told us ya had a brother.” Clutched in her hand was a singular envelope but four pages worth of letters, each page in different penmanship.

“I don’t talk about myself, Charlie. That’s all.” Charlie, as she preferred to be called, huffed and leaned back against the small stack of baggage. “How did you find out about him anyway?” The slight pout vanished at my inquiry as she moved over pointing at the neatest out of the four letters. “My brother Bo mentioned him. Said he’d like to set us up after the war.” Charlie shot a wink at me while pointing at the spot where her brother wrote about mine.

My brother Robert was in the air force, I knew that. “Looks like you’re not the only one who got a nickname, Gracie.” Robbie Rocket was what her brother Bo kept calling Robert. I smiled and shook my head. “He’s a handful, Charlie.” I warned her before turning to open another letter. Charlie huffed and hit me with the letters. “You try having four brothers. The fact that they all like and approve of him seems like a good sign to me.

The flap of the tent opened letting in Maxine, the fiery red head of our trio. “What are you dames talking about in here?” Charlie moved to sit on her cot. “Gracie was hiding a brother on us.” Max snorted and flopped back on her cot. Maxine Maine was an only daughter of a widowed fisherman, she was a bit...rough around the edges. Max looked around before leaning closer, call me when you got a pretty dame.” Maxine winked at both of us before retrieving her box of cigarettes. “Playing poker with some of the gents, see you later.” Max spoke before putting one of the sticks in her mouth and leaving the tent.

Charlie went back to reading her letters, she had only read Bo’s when she came in. I looked back at some of my letters. There were a few letters from moms and wives who say they feel better knowing there was a nurse like me watching over their boy. Then there was my pa telling me how proud he is of me and congratulating me on my recent engagement. Reading him talk about my engagement made me reach up and grab at the ring hidden under my shirt.

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By early October our squadron had reached Azzano in Umbria, Italy with a fourth of our men already gone. We would be stationed here for a few days checking in with nearby towns. Another wave of letters had arrived, thankfully because Max’s dad had been sending her cigarettes and she had run out recently. After a nudge from both her four brothers and myself Robbie sent a letter to Charlie. Who knows maybe at the end of all this I won’t be the only one looking at wedding dresses. Howie had written maybe twice a month. He’s been busy working on planes and other new inventions for the US military.

Azzano was pretty calm and peaceful, maybe it was wrong, but the men lowered their guard as they enjoyed the downtime the peaceful break had given them. By nightfall the squadron made a few fires and the younger crowd; Max, Charlie, and myself included, sat around talking about what plans we had for after the war. It was at that moment I realized I never told anyone that I was engaged, not even my two friends knew.

“What about you, Gracie? Going to become a singer?” One of the soldiers called from across the fire where a few of the men passed around a flask. I looked over at him and scrunched up my nose. “You gents have only heard me sing one thing, how do you know I’d be any good?” I teased, my arm propping up on my knee to hold up my head as I leaned forward. One of the other guys snorted, “You gotta have something planned for after we’re done.” My eyes moved off the guys and onto the fire my other hand was playing with the chain around my neck. “Oh I do. I’m going back home to Brooklyn, gonna find a pretty dress and marry the man I’ve got waiting for me.”

There were cheers and a few cat call whistles that heated up my cheeks in the darkness. “Whoa whoah, wait a second. First you hold out havin’ a brother now you’re tellin’ us you’re spoken for?” Charlie gasped from next to me. I let out a soft laugh and nod my head. “Yeah, a crazy man asked me right before I shipped out to marry him. He’s traveling around back home. Engineer for the army.” I grinned. The happy moment that was just built came crashing down as someone yelled, “Grenade!” The explosion wasn’t like normal. Instead it let out a smoke that fogged up the already darkened camp. Men rushed for their guns.

“Stay low. Get to the medical tent.” I told the girls.

The camp was invaded by nazi soldiers. There were flashes from the ignited gunpowder as rounds were fired in the night air. “Medic down!” A soldier called. I quickly raced over to see Maxine passed out a cut on her head. A soldier helped me move her to the medical tent where Moore, Dr. Fields, and Charlie already were. “Max got hit in the head.” I told them as she was set down. “I’m going back out to provide immediate care.” I grabbed an emergency rifle from near the tent door along with the medical bag. It was in August that I covered an injured soldier with his own rifle when we were in a small battle that the guys entrusted me with a rifle of my own.

“Holen Sie die Krankenschwester. Wir brauchen sie nur. Holen (Y/n) (L/n).” Get the nurse. We just need her. Get (Y/n) (L/n).

A soldier grabbed my shoulders and pulled me behind him. Together we landed into a slight trench. “They keep saying your name.” The soldier in front of me dropped to the ground as his leg had been shot. Hands gripped my arms hauling me from the trench. I tried to fight back as two men pulled me over to a man who looked to be leading the attack. “Ah, fräulein (L/n), there you are. We’re going to need you to come with us.” miss. The thick German accent made me raise my head higher as I looked at the straight face of the military man in front of me.

With my arms still held I did the only logical thing I could think of at the moment, I slammed my forehead into the man’s nose. The man wiped blood away from his nose looking at me like I was some dirt on his boot before the back of his hand made contact with the side of my face. I flicked my head to the side moving a stray piece of hair out of my face. “Ich habe nie gesagt, dass ich freiwillig kommen würde.” I never said I would come willingly.

I was dragged from camp. Many soldiers tried to stop the Nazi soldiers from taking me but it was futile. Many men were injured and maybe a few deaths but it was clear, as we walked through the camp, I was the priority. The only fight that happened on their exit came from people trying to stop them. A fight that wasn’t won as I ended up tied up and shoved into the back of a vehicle moments before the stars above me swirled into darkness at the painful impact of the butt end of a rifle hitting my temple.

#grace #howard x reader #bucky x female reader #howard stark x female reader #catfa #bucky barnes x reader

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romaxnogersav · 3 years

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I don't know if you are still accepting requests for Fluffy Friday, so feel free to ignore this! But in case you are, could you write something about Bucky and Reader “secretly” having a crush on each other and being too shy to confess, but their feelings are so evident that their friends lowkey start making fun of them and kind of teasing them? Hope this is not too specific lol, but again, feel free to ignore or make changes or whatever. Have a good day sweetie! 💌

Hi, lovely! Ugh, I love this Fluffy Friday request! I’m so sorry I’m posting it a week later! But, I do hope you enjoy this little piece, and let me know what you think!

Warnings: Fluff, mild language, Tony Stark (yes, he's a warning)

Word count: 1,106

A/N: No Fluffy Friday drabbles this week, but if you have any soft, fluffy thoughts, feel free to share them with me! My inbox is open!

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this. Alive, but the meaning behind the word was so different than the original. Your days were better, a small, soft smile adorned your face more often. The butterflies in your stomach, although annoying most of the time, were caused by one unbelievably handsome and kind-hearted, Bucky Barnes.

When Bucky first joined the team sixteen months ago, you were apprehensive. Not because he was once The Winter Soldier, Hydra’s asset, no, the country actually. He was Bucky Barnes, Hydra’s side experiment, and that in on itself couldn’t have been easy – the brainwashing, the orders he got, and the memories he was still missing to this day. You weren’t afraid of Bucky, no more than he was afraid of himself.

But as the days turned into weeks, slowly you made an effort to get close to him. You weren’t avoiding him; it was more like he was avoiding the world. Huddled into his room, sometimes punching a bag in the gym, or watching the sunset and sunrise, he was a loner.

Shy smiles here and there, a few words in between, it worked for a while. Weeks turned into months, and you and Bucky got closer. He opened, slowly at first, unsure if it was the right decision, but deep in his heart, it felt right.

Who would have thought that shy smiles, sharing your past and your demos with someone, would open your heart for something more?

Not Bucky Barnes, that’s for sure. And neither did you.

A great friendship, the first Bucky experienced in decades, was slowly teetering on the edge of something else. A crush, a little secret both of you carried inside your hearts, too caught up in keeping a friendship from crumbling down by the fear of rejection.

Ridiculous. Because even in secret, that little crush, wasn’t a secret at all. Not in anyone’s eyes but your own, yours and Bucky’s. The secret glances you sneaked at each other? The shy, but soft smiles? The little touches, arm, back, or even hair? It was all a dead giveaway that there was so much more beneath the surface.

And of course, living with a team of master assassins, a nosy billionaire, a girl that can get into your head, a super-soldier best friend, and Sam Wilson, otherwise known as “the pain in Bucky’s ass”, was bound to bring some unwanted teasing.

It was a little fun at first, uncomfortable sure, but it was just some light teasing. A little grin here, a stray comment there. They were making fun of both of you, and it was hard not to pick up on that. But it was all in good spirits. They saw it all.

The way you looked at each other, the way you acted when the other was around. The way your friendship looked like it was due because quite honestly, the gleam in your eyes when the other entered the room? That wasn’t what friendship looked like.

The team didn’t want to stick their noses in your business. Each knew a little part – Steve and Sam were both aware of Bucky’s feelings and why he had yet to do something about it. Tony and Wanda also knew of your growing crush for the handsome, metal-armed super-soldier. And Natasha and Clint? The Widow knew all - damned assassin school. And the Hawk? He couldn’t be more clueless.

Things like this? Secrets that weren’t really secrets because of how painfully obvious they were, were bound to come out. You and Bucky were just too fucking oblivious to know it.

What was fucking unexpected though, was that a game of Truth or Dare would be the secret’s undoing.

“Okay Manchurian Candidate, you’re up. Truth or Dare?” Tony turned his attention toward Bucky, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Oh shit.

“Truth,” Bucky answered easily, leaning back in the armchair he was occupying. You were seated in front of that same armchair, back against it, just between Bucky’s legs. Yeah, might have been a bad idea.

“You have the chance to take one of those ladies in the room to dinner. Which one would be the lucky lady?” Tony asked, a tiny smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. You could swear your blood ran cold. You were going to kill him, slowly.

Bucky didn’t think much of his answer before he spoke, “Y/N,” you froze on the spot. There was no way.

“Alrigthy then,” Tony clapped once, his attention on you, “Y/N, you are up sweet cheeks. Truth or Dare?” Tony wasn’t stopping, nope he was on a fucking roll, and drunk, you might add. You sigh. Let’s play Truth or Dare they said, I’d be fun, they said. Fun, yeah.

“Truth,” you said, but you knew he wouldn’t let it slide, Tony Nosy Stark never did.

“You already used Truth.”

“Dare, then,” you snap, already seeing the outcome in this.

“Turn around and pull that ‘incredibly handsome’ specimen into a kiss,” he leaned back, the smug bastard, the biggest smirk you’ve seen was plastered on his face. Your eyes widen as you look around the room, and everyone, well, except for Clint, is trying to suppress a grin.

You can feel Bucky moving behind you, and you swallowed the nerves bubbling inside you. Tony’s dare was as specific as they come. There was no way out of it, not a kiss on the cheek or just a peck. Nope, no way out of it.

You slowly turned around, your eyes locking with Bucky’s for just a moment. Before you could even get up, James’ hands were on you, pulling you up and onto his lap, facing him. And then, his lips crashed against yours.

His lips were pump and warm against yours. He kissed you slowly, but eagerly, savoring the feeling of you so close to him. You teased your mouth open until you gave him access, and his tongue intertwined with yours, dancing around as if he’s done it a thousand times before.

A chorus of excitement came from your friends, but that didn’t matter one bit.

When Bucky pulled away, a soft smile on his lips and his eyes full of adoration stared back at you, you heard someone clear their throat.

“By the power vested in me by the Avengers, I now pronounce a little less oblivious. You are welcome,” he said and curtsied before he looked at you again, “Now, go get a fucking room,” the room roared with laughter, and you hid your head against Bucky’s chest, his own chuckle muffled by your hair, where his lips were.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x female reader #fluffy friday #tina's drabbles #tina writes

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msmarvelwrites · 4 years

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The Winter Soldier - Part 15

Info: A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: swearing, gun violence.

W/c: 2.9k

A/n: I’m double posting for @kalesrebellion because she called me out. So here you go babe. Also, I did an embarassing amount of research trying to come up with the basics for the serum. But I concluded that this is fiction and it doesnt really matter. But if you’re ur a science major and this doesnt make sense please dont come for me lol

There are moments in your life that define you. Moments you look back on after everything and wonder, if you had listened to your gut, maybe it would be different. This was one of those moments. Bucky’s world shattered around him as Natasha’s words rang through his comm.

“We’ve been compromised, Buck. I’ve been hit. They got Y/n.” Her voice, broken and solemn.

No.

Dammit, NO.

This isn't how this was supposed to happen. This was an easy job. Only a few Hydra agents resided in this compound. The whole thing felt like a dream. One he was completely and utterly unprepared to handle. How could he let this happen. He should have been there.

“Dammit. What's your location? I'm coming to you.” He shouted. His blood began to boil and he heard your heavy breathing on the other side. You were running. “Y/n, please come in. Please, doll. Where are you?” Bucky hated how broken he sounded. He knew the rest of the team could hear his begging, but he didnt care. He couldn't. He just needed to get to you.

“You always were a fighter. Right till the bitter end.” A man’s muffled voice came through his comm. He didn't recognize it as anyone he knew, but there was something familiar about it. A distant memory he couldn't quite piece together. Before he could speak, your voice broke though, a small whisper shattering his heart and sending him into a blind rage.

“Bucky” You breathed, choking on a cough.

“Y/n. I’m coming to you, doll. Don't worry, I've got you. I’m going to get you out of this. Don't worry, I’m coming.” He pleaded, but was only met with static, and then finally silence. The rest of the team kept quiet, waiting for any kind of sign of life from you. When none came, Nat spoke up.

“Guys, we gotta get out of here. They've set off a security alert, this place is going to blow in three minutes.” Her voice was now back to its usual tone, but Bucky knew better. She was scared, he could hear it. “ There’s no sign of her out here. She’s just… gone.” He could hear that she was running now.

“Bucky, we gotta go.” Steve spoke from beside him. Bucky’s head snapped to his friend, eyes wide and body still frozen.

“We can't leave. Not without her.” He all but begged.

“You heard Natasha, she’s on her way.” He paused, “Nat, you got the files?” He spoke into his earpiece, motioning Bucky to follow him to the entrance they had come through.

“Yeah, I have them. Thanks for asking by the way. I’m great, two more bullet holes in my gut, but yeah, files are more important.” She scoffed, causing Steve to roll his eyes. “I’m headed to the entrance right now.”

“No, I’m not leaving without Y/n!” Bucky tried to pull away from Steve, but he was stronger. A fact he would never admit to the guy, his head was already big enough.

“She’s not here Buck. They wouldn't blow the compound with her in it.” He persisted.

Sam’s voice interjected, “Jet’s fired up, you guys better get the fuck outta there. We have less than a minute.”

Bucky and Steve ran through the dark hallways together until they almost slammed into Nat’s small frame. He gasped when she appeared in the hollow moonlight. Her face was contorted in pain, something he was all too familiar with. Guilt.

“I lost her. I’m so sorry, it was my job to-” She broke off into a sob. Bucky wanted to agree. Yell that if she was a better agent- a better person his girl would be coming home with them. But he couldn't... This was on him. He knew it was a bad idea to bring you on the mission. He deserved all the blame.

“She’s not dead. Not yet anyways. But we will be if we don't get out of here.” Steve yelled over the alarms blaring in the hallway.

Bucky and Nat both nodded, and followed Steve across the field. Before they could reach the jet, the warehouse behind them rumbled before letting out an earth shattering explosion, sending the two of them flying into the ground. Without hesitation, Bucky grabbed Natasha's hand and pulled her from the ground. He wrapped her arm around his shoulder and all but dragged her body onto the jet.

“Vision’s been alerted we need medical. He’s been staying at a safe house in Munich. We can be there in thirty minutes.” Steve spoke urgently, rifling through the cabinets of the jet looking for the first aid kit.

“Seriously guys, it's a flesh wound. I’m- Ah!” Nat screamed in pain as the jet hit a spout of turbulence.

“Like you were saying.” Wanda smirked, placing her hands carefully on Nats' wound. Her hands glowed a deep red as she tried to relieve the pain. The spy’s face relaxed, but only for a moment before she was back to worried.

“He’s alive, Buck.” Nat spoke, and when she did, he could hear the fear in her words.

“Who?” Steve demanded, but Nat’s eyes stayed put on Bucky’s.

“Tommy. She said his name in the hallway. It was him, Buck. He’s not dead. He’s the one that shot me, the one that took her.” Nat flinched in pain as Wanda's hands fell from her side.

“That’s not possible.” Bucky shook his head. “Steve found my mission file. I killed him. I remembered it. You just don't walk away from that.”

“Well, clearly you do.” Nat spoke sarcastically, pointing to the gushing holes in the body.

“So Tommy’s alive? And he’s Hydra now?” Wanda asked, suddenly realising her hands were not on Nat’s wounds anymore. She placed them back silently apologising.

“And he’s got Y/n.” Bucky added, his jaw clenched in anger.

“We’ll get her back.” Steve spoke. He placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder which he quickly shrugged off, pacing back and forth through the small aircraft.

“I know we will. And i’m going to finish the fucking job and tear that prick in two.” He seethed, mostly to himself.

He tried to focus on the task at hand. Desperately brainstorming how to get to you, but his mind was spirling. How could he just leave you? How could he have been so stupid? The sound of his name leaving your lips echoed around him, only fuling his growing rage.

“All our tactical suits have hidden trackers in the sleeves. We will hear it go off, but until then we wait. They cant have gotten far.” Steve started as the jet began its descent. “We're almost at the safe house. We’ll track her from there. In the morning, we’ll head out.”

“Morning? That's too long. She could be-'' Bucky cut himself off, too broken at the thought to finish that sentence. “I’ll find her myself tonight.” He grumbled.

“Oh no you don’t. We’re a team, Buck. We do this together. Vision will be able to enable her tracker. But we need to work together. We can't lose anybody else to impulse decisions.” Steve scolded.

He knew his friend was right but it didn't make it any easier to agree. All Bucky wanted to go but get you back. Keep you safe and never let anyone touch you again. He tried to keep his distance before, he really did, but that was out the window now. There wasn't a chance in hell he was leaving your side after this. As for the man that ripped you from his grasp, oh boy… He tried not to make a habit out of fantasizing murder, mostly as it resulted in the Winter Soldier coming out of the shadows, but if that was the case with Tommy, so be it. Only when Bucky stood in a pile or carnage and gore and blood would he finally feel peace again...

“We're coming up on the safe house. Y'all ready to bail?” Sam's voice tore Bucky out of his thoughts, and thankfully so. He was sure it was leading to a very destructive path.

“Buck, help us get Nat inside. Wanda and Sam - sweep the area, make sure no one has followed us. I’ll fill Vision in on what's happened and see if he can turn on Y/n’s tracker now.” Steve commanded as he hopped out of the jet.

“Can you stand?” Bucky asked, dipping down to tuck Nats arm around his shoulder, helping her up. She nodded reluctantly, wincing in pain as she moved.

The safe house was a small cabin in the middle nowhere. Munich was only a few minutes down the road but the thick coverage of trees that surrounded the cabin made it feel secluded and hard to be spotted from above. If they weren't followed, no one would ever know they were here.

Bucky helped Nat inside, letting Steve and Wanda take over once they were through the door. Before he could enter, he stopped, taking a moment to gaze upon the sun rising over the mountains. In a few hours, he’d be with you again. He just had to make it until then, and pray to whatever god would still have him, that you were alive.

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“Продолжай копать. Нам надо её найти.” Keep digging. We have to find it. The voice rang in your mind, waking you from the recurring nightmare. Visions of Tommy and that boyish smile that once brought so much happiness.. His voice, the way it used to say your name, now only causing you ache.

“Wait, rewind there! Вернись. That’s it.” The voice spoke again, echoing around the room. You opened your eyes slowly, taking in your surroundings, but all you were met with was darkness. You could feel movement around you, but the blindfold tied around your eyes masked their faces.

“I’m positive she told me what was in that serum.” His voice caused your heart to just about leap from your chest. You knew that voice anywhere.

“You better be right. You're as good as dead to me otherwise.” Another man spoke.

“No I’m sure. Wait! Right there. Replay that part.” Tommy asserted.

Suddenly a headache burned through your temples, scorching the inside of your eyes. You screamed in pain as it coarsed though your body until an image appeared in your mind. It replayed over and over, making you dizzy.

“Whatcha doing?” Tommy cooed, taking a seat on your desk.

“Just trying to find the right components.” You spoke, not taking your eyes microscope as you examined the petri dish below.

“Cummon, baby. You've been at this for hours. Come eat something.” You looked up, Tommy stood there with that big goofy smile you loved so much.

“I’ve almost got it. Just a little longer.” You reassured him, rolling in your chair and picking up another sample and analysing it.

“What exactly is, it?” he asked, emphasizing the word.

“If I mix the steroid with-”

Another shrieking jolt of pain seared through you as the memory disappeared, leaving you trembling.

“Go back, we almost had it!” Someone yelled from beside you.

You tried to scream, to beg them to stop, but it was no use. Before you could try again, the same horrible pain erupted through your body, ripping you back to the distant memory.

“If I mix the steroid with human blood, it does as it's designed. But taking into account the theory of nuclear transmutation, we can assume given the right element we can use the serum to absorb its surroundings, right?” You spoke, like it was common sense.

“Sure…” Tommy chuckled.

“So, strip down the original serum, add radiation to its compound, now it needs the ability to absorb energy… What element do we know has that power?” it wasn't a question, nor did you think Tommy would know the answer so you continued, “Water, and our bodies are basically made of that. So in turn, if we can create the original serum mixed with high levels of radiation, inject the person, granted you're not killed by that high levels of toxicity, we're looking at a new type of Super Soldier. One that could, in theory, mutate around the serum and absorb its surroundings!” You finally finished.

“I have no idea what any of that means… But it sounds cool. Now put the vile down, and eat something.” He laughed, grabbing the sample out of your hands and carefully placing it on the table next to you.

“Thats it!” Someone shouted. “Of course, why didn't we think of this. Call the commander, tell him we found it.”

You felt your body twist in agony, but soon the memory left, leaving you back in the dark with disembodied voices echoing around you.

“What do you want me to do with her?” a man asked.

“I don't care. убить её?” Kill her? You froze at his words. Even if you could move, your hands were tied down to the chair. Gentally you wiggle your fingers, careful not to draw any attention to yourself. Not that you would be able to tell. The ring that Shuri had made you was still there. If you timed in right, and you still had Wanda’s borrowed power, you could use it to untie yourself and hopefully get the fuck out of this hell hole.

“Kill her?” Tommy choked. “You didn't say anything about killin’ her?”

“You should be thankful. The girl’s been sharing a bed with the same man who killed you once before. In fact, I’m so pleased with your work developing this memory decoder that I’ll give you the honour.” The man spoke, shuffling around the room. “Here, tell me when you're done having your fun.” A few heavy footsteps later, and you finally heard the door close. The silence was deafening, but eventually, Tommy let out a deep breath and took a step towards you, ripping your blind fold off.

You squinted as you tried to acclimate your eyes to the lighting of the room. It was small and dark, but a few dim lights hung above you illuminating Tommy's features. Once upon a time you would have described them as strong and rugged. Now they seemed to loom over you, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Are you okay?” He asked, softer than you expected. You quickly clocked the pistol in his left hand and tried to suppress a scoff.

“Am I okay?” You gawked at him. “You just dug through my head like a sand pit. No- no I’m not okay you shit head!” You screamed.

Tommy chuckled, using the gun to scratch the back of his neck. “Touché…” He spoke, pulling up a stool and plopping himself down on it infront of you. “I missed that attitude baby. Really, these past couple years have been hell without you. These guys are really scary, but I told em- I said, my girl will know what to do. And you did, baby. I never doubted you.” His voice was like honey. Thick and sickenly sweet.

“What are you talking about?! I thought you were dead!? I mourned you, asshole. And you've been alive this whole time, working against me?” You couldn't believe how cavalier he was being about this. Tommy only shrugged, fuling the rage inside you.

“Nah, it's not like that. I was dead, really I was. But then Hydra came and BOOM I was back. They promised me that they’d keep me safe, as long as I could help em get that serum you were always talkin’ bout. Said they wanted to give it time in your system, make sure it didn't kill ya.” He started, narrowing his eyes slowly, “You grieved me? That's a funny way of putting it. Cause from what I saw in that head of yours, you were pretty chummy with that Soldier.”

You couldn't stifle the scoff that erupted in your mouth. “You're kidding right? Jesus, Tom. They brainwashed me. And I don't need to explain myself. You're sick, you know that? How could you do this? Do you have any idea what they're going to use that serum for?” You fired the questions off like explosives into his chest, but he didn't even flinch.

“I don't really care. They told me if I gave em’ your little recipe, they’d let me go.” He shrugged.

“And so what? Now you're going to kill me?”

“No… Maybe. I haven't really decided yet.” He looked down at the pistol like it was the first time he really noticed it was there. Contemplating your death like he was deciding between his morning coffee.

“I would get going on that if I were you.” You lifted your hands, wiggling your wingers playfully “Really, Tommy, you're not cut out for this line of work.” You spat, jumping from your seat and landing a hard kick to his gut, sending him flying back. The gun ricocheted off the ground and hit the wall, but before he could react, you grabbed it. In one swift move you turned the safety off and placed your finger on the trigger.

“Cummon baby, let's talk about this.” He raised his hands in surrender. “You wouldn't shoot me.”

You cocked a brow, “You sound really confident in that statement. Especially for a boy who was debating my death a moment ago.” You argued.

“Dont take it personally, baby. Anything you can do, I can do better. Remember?” You smirked.

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A/n: Another Cliff hanger? Yes. Do I know how to wrote anything else? No... My bad lol. I hope your enjoyed this one as much as I did writing it! As always, @cutie1365 is the bomb dot com for editing this for me. Tommy sucks, we both agree. I hope he gets whats coming to him... please leave some love and reblog if you read it!

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ironxkid · 3 years

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why don't you like endgame or civil war

((hoo buddy, idk what brought this up but salt under the cut!! Like... a lot of salt - specifically regarding Endgame lmao

I’m gonna start off with CACW because it’s a short response lol

I don’t like it simply because I was done with the infighting between the Avengers. The found family crumbs we were given in Endgame was something I really wanted to see, and them just... ripping them apart frustrated me lol

honestly, the movie was... fine? Idk, I found it to be a lil slow for my taste (it felt like it just dragged on when I watched it in theaters), and I just don’t care for it in general ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also, ngl, I’m really bummed that Captain America: Serpent Society was a joke announcement because that sounds dope as hell and I really wanted to see that before I realized it’d been a joke dfgjhdsfhj

but, yeah, literally just because CACW is specifically an infighting movie annoys me to no end so I just won’t watch it again dgsfjhsfdhj

now, Endgame?

fuck Endgame

I. have a lot of issues with it, all of which are major grievances throughout the fandom. I’m pissed they killed Natasha and didn’t even bother giving her a fucking funeral because, I quote from Joe Russo, “Well, Tony does not have another movie. Tony is done. And Natasha has another film. And Marvel Universe obviously does not have to move forward linearly anymore. But that character still has more screen time coming.” (see here) and that annoys the hell out of me. She’s getting another movie - great! So you killed one of the few characters doing her fucking best to keep everything together at the compound, the one who was taking charge, give her a big role, and then murk her and... give her nothing but a brief mention at the end. Like... what the fuck? Natasha deserved so much better than what she was given. Tony’s funeral could’ve (and, frankly, should’ve) been a funeral for him, Natasha, and Vision because god forbid we see anyone mourn Vision other than Wanda

(actually this post covers how Endgame fucked over the MCU women perfectly, though Wanda’s not mentioned :c )

plus... Tony’s not done lol - he’s still a massive figure in the films/shows despite RDJ not acting in them, so his character has left shockwaves that aren’t dying any time soon. Natasha... basically disappeared, and I believe she would’ve been dropped completely if it wasn’t for the fact she does have a film coming out soon. Which, frankly, seems awesome and all, but it’s a film that goes back to post-CACW pre-IW and... frankly doesn’t give me any reason to understand why that means she didn’t get a funeral. She’s not coming back in future movies/shows that are in present MCU timeline - her movie is set in the past. She could’ve gotten a decent sendoff

now, Clint’s arc as Ronin rubs me the wrong way. I know it’s a huge thing in the comics, and it’s not him taking a different mantle that I have an issue with. It’s the fact he, a white man, went around murdering people and got off scot-free. Yes, he was targeting genuinely bad people, but... to show that, they specifically singled out Mexican cartels and the yakuza (Japanese mafia, essentially) - so, in other words, the bad guys were people of color! I feel like I don’t need to explain how fucked up that is. And, to clarify, I love Clint! Clint is honestly one of my favorite characters, and the whole thing was just handled... poorly in the film

Tony’s arc genuinely hurts. This is a man who has suffered for years and has tried to make things right, and finally got a chance to settle down. He finally retired from the Avengers, finally settled down, and had a fucking life he could enjoy despite his ghosts, and yet... His arc ends with a message of “tortured soul finally gets rest by dying”. Because, y’know, it’s great seeing yet another long-suffering character only reaching peace through death, because god forbid they let characters heal! He could’ve still caused the second Snap, and he could’ve survived. He could’ve finally been able to step away for good and focus on his family, focus on recovering, and be truly happy. What’s so wrong with letting him stay alive so he can rest and be with his family? What’s so wrong with letting a long-suffering character finally find peace after one last bang?

plus it pisses me off that they’re now using him as a reasoning as to why bad things are still happening. Why is this person the bad guy? Because Tony Stark somehow may or may not have done something that hurt them! Even though most of that really stems from Howard or Obadiah. Tony just ends up getting the blame in their place. He’s just an easy target to use, much like the tesseract seems to be the go-to answer for why things go wrong. But this is a different train of thought

Steve’s ending pisses me off just as much as the next person lmao. You take a character who has acknowledged he no longer belongs in the past (which, funnily enough, was written by the Russos), aaaaaaand have him go back to the past while ignoring two important people in his life that were still right there. He got Bucky and Sam back, and he leaves them. His arc is ruined within a matter of minutes, and it paints a hella bad picture of him in the process. He goes back in time to stay with Peggy (which ultimately destroys her own arc, and the fact she’s a person outside of her relationship (or lack thereof) with him because, y’know, why have her be able to move on and be her own person?), and we’re supposed to believe he’s fine with everything he knows from the future? Fine with knowing Bucky’s trapped with HYDRA and is suffering as the Winter Soldier? Fine with knowing HYDRA has infested SHIELD from day one? Fine with knowing Howard and Maria are going to die? Fine with royally fucking up the timelines? We’re supposed to believe he sat back and did nothing with all of that? They could’ve had him still hand the shield over to Sam - they could’ve let Steve stay an Avenger without the mantle

also the fact the Russos said he didn’t recognize Red Skull when he returned to Vormir to return the soul stone? Like... what the fuck?? Not to mention he literally returns the stone to Vormir, which “soul for a soul”, and they didn’t bring Nat back that way??

and now onto Thor. Thor... holy fuck is this hitting something personal for me. Thor was ridden with guilt - he was furious with himself, hated himself, and blamed himself for failing to stop the Snap. He fell into a massive depression, and... was promptly danced around as laughing stock. Like, “oh! look at Thor! he’s fat and drunk because he’s depressed haha!” - like fuck off. It’s not funny in any form. His suffering was made into a joke and it pisses me off because I suffer from depression. A lot of people suffer from depression. It’s not funny. It’s fucking terrifying at times. I wasted a shit ton of money on a stupid online sim game because it was a distraction - it gave me... god, I wouldn’t even say temporary happiness, but it gave me something to temporarily help, and I still hate myself for doing it. It was a poor decision on my part, and I wish I could change it. And, during that time, I was scared because I couldn’t see myself pulling out of it. I thought I was gonna feel that way forever. I called out of work multiple times because there were days I couldn’t stop crying (something I still feel horrible for doing), I couldn’t get myself to contact any of my friends for months, and it was all because the medication I was on at the time... stopped working. Thankfully, my depression doesn’t work in a way that makes me a danger to myself, so that wasn’t an issue, but it still fucking sucked. And to see a character that I could relate to on such a personal level treated as laughing stock fucking hurt. I’m not sharing this for sympathy - I’m sharing this because it Thor’s arc hit home and it’s literally the main reason why I will not watch Endgame again

this is more of a nitpick than anything else, but... I didn’t really care for Carol in it tbh? Which is unfortunately because Captain Marvel is one of my absolute favorite movies! And I’m well aware she was introduced in Endgame while CM was being drafted, but that in itself is annoying?? Because Carol was originally going to be introduced in AoU, but was cut because it wasn’t going to introduce her character properly. And yet they decide to introduce her character in a clusterfuck of a movie before her movie is in the final stages, and proceed to release her movie first and then give a complete different characterization in her following appearance

honestly I just wanna cover this now to clarify some things regarding Carter and her backstory: the only reason I keep Endgame as is is because it felt easier for me to do so for the purpose of bending canon for specific threads. I wanted to stay as true to the given plots as possible to help with fudging of both the movies and her background, and also because I didn’t want anyone to feel like I was trying to force my own headcanons onto them, y’know?

I’m just gonna plug this here because fuck it lol, but I did start a fix-it fic regarding Endgame that you can read here! I... probably won’t finish it tbh, and I haven’t gone over it in a hot minute so it might be riddled with errors ahah - plus I’m not sure about how I wrote the characters! I get nervous when writing canon characters because I feel like I’ll miss their characterization completely, which is actually why I,,, rarely rp canon characters dgfjhgsfdhj

also the image in the doc was created by @/archervale!!

#ooc #((I think I covered what I wanted and I hope it makes sense dgjhdfh #I'm pretty tired but I'm doing laundry so I figured I'd answer this while I wait #but yeah I don't care for CACW and I honest to god hate Endgame #the potential is there and it just never reached it))#((I'm not even gonna touch the Russos directing style #'hey guys we're gonna film a wedding sIKE IT'S A FUNERAL'#like?? MAJORLY different event fellas #also I'm literally going off what I remember from Endgame so I'm sure there's QUITE a bit I'm missing #but I'm not watching it to make a bigger salt post lol #I don't hate watch things because I would much rather watch something I'd enjoy #tbh I don't understand hate watching at all but that's a different conversation gsdfjhdfhj))#death mention tw #depression tw

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barnesaintdead · 4 years

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Pandora's Box Chapter One

Summary: Times have changed, great heroes were gone and all that remained was wreckage and lives to start over. After an alleged attack, Bucky is taken back to the past. With nightmares still vivid in his mind, he must choose between succumbing to fear or standing before it.

Warnings: smut, angst, mentions!abuse/rape/torture, +18

Word count: +1,200

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Mutant!OC

A/N: after Endgame, another Stark Tower was built in honor of Tony and everything he has done for the world. There are lots of details about him all the way in the new Tower. Also, I'm hearing Griss's soundtrack while writing this.

The first thing she noticed when her brain woke up was how cold her body was. The warm sunlight kissed her cheeks gently, seeping under her lashes and making her eyelids flutter open to a blinding white room. Observing her surroundings, she noticed she wasn't alone. A men was sitting next to her bed, a long forgotten book in his hands and low snores coming out of his parted lips. Her entire upper body ache when she tried to sit against the headboard silently. She stayed quiet, watching dust motes travel across the room in the early morning haze. It was a chilly one, for sure. Her last memories started to appear in quick flashes trough her head. She was sleeping peacefully when the first explosion startled everyone in the building, flames already taking over almost everything in the first round. And then a second and a third, and everything was chaos and smoke and her only wish was to crumble down with the building because, fuck, it was happening all over again. The the fourth explosion came, those strong arms that were holding her tight vanished in a split second and everything she knew was the hard ground and the iron taste on her tongue.

"Good morning, sunshine", the man greets, throwing her off of her reveries. He stretched his arms up in the air, joints cracking all the way.

"Why am I here?" She asked under a troubled look. Her eyes darted to the window. From that level, all she could bring up was the Statue of Tony Stark resting above the fountain, his hand aiming at something beyond the horizon. She was in the Stark Tower.

"You know why", Sam answered. "Pandora, am I right? Like in the files?"

The girl nodded once, her slender fingers tugging to the thin fabrid that covered her legs. The moment he called her by her codename, she knew she was doomed and he was already aware of everything she was and everything that was done to her. She wondered he knew a lot more than necessary when he swinged her personal diary in his hand before throwing at her side on the bed.

"I want you to see someone... Do you think you can walk?"

Pandora nods once more and start dragging her feet off the bed's edge, startling herself by the purple marks all along her skin. It wasn't a pretty view. The first steps were difficult, like the ones of a newborn doe, she would have fallen instantly without Sam's support on her waist. Side by side, they moved slowly towards the room next door.

Once Sam pushed the door open, her entire body tensed as if the blood in her veins had turned into ice. With her knees shaking, she stammered unconsciously:

"Zim... Zimniy s-soldat..." [Winter Soldier].

In his bed, Bucky's head moved to the side and his eyelids fluttered seconds before open slowly. His movements were lethargic by the sedatives.

"Gotov soblyudat..." [Ready to comply]. He flashes a weak smile, his voice nothing more but a growl and he focuse his blue irises on the terrified girl. "Nobody have called me that in a long time".

"Yeah. I call him asshole", Sam scoffed.

Pandora, still petrified, let a diminish laugh scape before forgetting the excruciating pain that was rushing furiously trough her body and let herself collapse against the cold floor. Images of a long lost life before her freedom takes place, filling her mind and projecting painful memories that went straight trough her heart like daggers.‎ Fear hit her hard and suddenly she is out of breath and the floor underneath her seems to disappear. Choking and trying to collect herself hysterically from the ground, she end up falling back onto Sam's grip. He hugged her tight and hid her face against his chest without hesitation, hiding her. Pandora's entire body trembled to the point of chattering teeth, her knuckles already white from tugging his shirt between her fingers.

"It's okay, darling. Nobody's gonna hurt you", Sam assured, whispering with lips touching her hair. "I promise. You can trust me, can't you? I'm here with you, nothing's gonna hurt you".

Sam had seen many post-traumatic stress atacks, more so panic ones. He knew how to deal with it. With her. She was scared and feeling unsafe and probably triggered by whatever Bucky said to her in russian, kidding or not. The first thing he did was lift them both from the ground and place her small crooked figure onto the spare bad next to the wall and covered her with the biggest blanket he could find at the moment. He watched as she started to roll herself up in a messy coccon mode.

"Don't worry, Panda. I'm gonna be here with you. Just breath, darling", Sam is now stroking long caresses across the girl's back. Bucky who had been silent trough the whole situation looked at her fondly, but there was still a hint of pain or guilt in his baby blue eyes. He knew he caused her that crisis. It was his fault. He desired to erase himself from her mind for a moment.

Almost an hour passed until Pandora was stable again. Her muscles were slowly untwining and letting her breathe properly, full deep inhales and long exhales to soothe her aching throat. Sam smiled when she looked at him with teary, but thankful eyes, but he kept his hand in motion caressing her for a while, observing how relaxed she was once she saw that were no danger. Not in him nor in the room or in Bucky's presence. She was now laying with face half buried in the sheets. looking dead into Bucky's figure like she was studying him.

"Feeling better?" Sam finally asks, taking a step back from the bed. Pandora nods and looks at him. "I need to report to Fury and get you both some food. Think you can manage to be alone here with him for a moment?"

"I guess... Yeah."

"I'll be back in a second then. Distract her, Barnes, will ya'?"

Bucky waved at him and whitin a second Sam was out of their sight. The air tensed a bit with the sudden silence, she wasn't much of a talker, neither was him, but they kept the eye contact before Bucky broke the connection to take a look outside the window.

"What happened to you?" Pandora's voice startles him, making him let out a chuckle begore putting his attention back on her. She was more mature, it was visible, there were some new scars, but still the same soft, childish features. Her question was short but complicated. He sighed.

"A lot, after Hydra. They wanted me to murder Steve, but I just couldn't finish. He broke the brainwash and after that I started to remember. When everything crumbled down, I found a place to stay in Bucharest", He lost himself in his thoughts for a moment, looking at his metal fingers. "I started a routine, everything was about remember who I was and be invisible. Then, the enemies came... Zemo, he caused a lot of problems... Thanos and the war. I turned to dust when he snapped his fingers, but Steve and the others brought us back. We fought, we won. I'm very thankful for their help. Shuri, who erased Hydra's poison from my head. I wouldn't be nothing without them, probably dead by now".

"So did you nightmares stopped?"

Bucky remembered his times under Hydra control once again, a specific moment, when he was in a cage. The girl next to him helped him sleep trough his nightmares that day. Pandora helped him even tho she was just as scared.

"Those never go away. They're always there, lurking inside my head", He laughed. "The nightmares never were about the brainwash, but about what I did when I was their puppet".

Pandora's eyes went to the ground. She understood him, her own nightmares almost drove her crazy most nights. She abused sleep pills and alcohol, but not even that made them go away. They would be always there. Her heart sinked into her chest for a second and then she heart his voice calling again.

"What about you?" He now had turned his body a bit to the side, for her to look at his front. The sheet went down a bit, showing his marked skin, so many scars in a tiny piece of him. A cold chill went down her spine.

"I was always running. Everytime something would get out of control, I just ran away to another city, then another state, and another country until I end up in that apartament".

"Get out of control...?" He lifted his eyebrow and she licked her lips.

"The things like those explosions and the fire?" She let out a faint laugh. "I'm used to that happening all time. I bring disgrace to everyone around me and that's why you should let me get out of here as soon as possible. I wouldn't want to ruin your lives."

"You mean you started the fire? You caused the explosions?" He asked.

"No. God, no. I... I didn't do anything is just... It happens around me, like I'm cursed or have this terribly bad luck", she shook her head. "I would never hurt anyone".

Outside the room, Sam and Fury listened carefully to their conversation. They new eachother from another times and leaving them alone was the best idea Sam had to show his boss that the girls wasn't a threat. Fury continued to listen while reading the girl's diary carefully while Sam got out to get the food he promised. When he got back, his boss was watching both of Hydra's best agents talking about their periods of peace and chaos with his hands befind his back.

"You hungry?" Sam asked munching on a big piece of his own cheeseburguer before handing one in the other man's direction.

Fury refused with a hand gesture and handed over her diary. He need to know nothing more, that was more than necessary.

"We're keeping her".

"Excuse me?"

"Project 001: Pandora", Fury repeated slowly, with a mischievous smirk in his face. "We're keeping her."

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imaginetonyandbucky · 5 years

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Can someone do a story where the Soldier is the main personality in bucky/winter headspace and that he sides with tony in the whole winter soldier civil war arc? It can have anything else but i would perfer no steve/tony. Thankyou.

Combined with:

May I have post-CW angst please? Heart-wrenching, sad sad angst. Happy ending, ofc. Please, no Steve bashing - both Tony and Bucky love their friend.

No Steve bashing was SUPER easy, since I love Steve and would never bash him, even when he’s made some pretty dumbass decisions. :D I’m not sure I was able to give AwesomeBees exactly what she wanted (I couldn’t bring myself to have the Winter Soldier as the main personality, and I know my feelings on the Accords are pretty clear), but I tried!

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“Hey,Boss,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said, “Captain Rogers is on the phone. He wantsto speak to you.”

Itwas late afternoon at the Facility, and Tony had his hands full—literally—with Rhodey,helping him during one of his physio sessions. Honestly, Rhodey was lucky he wasgripping the parallel bars, because Tony was so shocked he nearly dropped him.

“Uh,yeah. Put him through, Fri. Wait.” Tony glanced at the therapist, thengrimaced apologetically at Rhodey. “You two good without me, kids?”

“Yousure you’re up for this, Tones?” Rhodey asked instead of answering. Tonywas sure he’d have put his hand on Tony’s shoulder if he didn’t need both ofthem to hold onto the bars for dear life. He’d come a long way in the lastcouple months or so, but a spinal injury wasn’t something you could just walkoff. Even with a mobile brace.

Unlessyou were Steve Rogers, probably. Not that Tony had come close to paralyzinghim. That had been more what Tony had done to Bucky, though for a moment thereTony had honestly thought Steve was going to decapitate him and he reallyneeded to stop thinking about that.

“Iwas born up for this, Rhodeybear,” Tony said. He was absolutely certainhis grin looked 100% fake, but he held it like parallel bars while Rhodeystared at him. Tony let that painfully accessing gaze settle until Rhodey justlet out a breath and gave Tony a sad, knowing smile.

“Just,be careful,” Rhodey said. “I know how hard this whole thing’s been onyou. I don't—”

“Ipromise I’ll be home by midnight with a full tank of gas, Dad,” Tony saidbreezily, cutting Rhodey off. He turned his back and strode to the locker rooms,waving over his shoulder and taking merciless advantage of how his best friendcouldn’t follow him. It was a dick move for sure; just one more thing to feel guiltyabout. God knew Tony was used to that.

(More after the break!)

“Okay,F.R.I.D.A.Y., put him through.” Tony was sitting on the bench in theshower cubicle he’d designed specifically for Rhodey. Half the showers hadalready been disabled-accessible (never knew when one of the regular-humantypes would be badly injured), but Tony had made sure the one for Rhodey wasspacious, non-slip and top of the line for ease of use. He also knew he hadabout half an hour at least before Rhodey would finish his physio and wheel orstagger his way in here to use it.

Andhey, Tony could always take a shower after the call, if he needed to scrubhimself clean. Win/win.

“Tony?”

Thatwas…Yeah, okay, that was definitely Steve’s voice. But also not Steve’s voice.In that Tony had never heard Steve sound like that. Not even in Tony’sScarlett-Witchy hallucination where the guy was dying. Steve had just soundedaccusing, then. Angry. Of course, that hadn’t been reality, just Tony’s ownfucked-up brain playing pretend. Not that things had ended up particularlydifferently in reality, really. Other than nobody dying.

Notfor lack of tying, Tony’s brain couldn’t help pointing out. He knewhe needed to stop doing that.

But,Steve. Specifically his voice. Tony had never heard Steve sound that badbefore. Steve sounded terrible. Not just tired, though if hewas still in Wakanda it was going on 1:00 AM. No, Steve sounded like he was atthe end of his rope, but there wasn’t enough slack to tie a knot. And therewere hungry wolves circling in the ravine.

LikeTony had felt in the missile silo, watching Steve pick up his friend and walkaway.

“Yeah,it’s me,” Tony said, heart pounding. Normally he might’ve added somethinglike, ‘What’s up, Capsicle?’, go for bravado when inwardly he was quailing. ButSteve sounded like death and he’d never appreciated Tony’s pretense anyway. SoTony went for honesty instead. “You sound terrible. What’s wrong?”

“Ithink….” Steve took a breath that sounded like he he’d been crying.“I think Bucky’s dead.”

Tonynearly dropped his phone. As it was, if it’d been anything other than aStarkphone his white-knuckled grip might’ve cracked the screen. “Oh myGod,” he said, hushed with sudden, aching fear. “What do you mean,you think he’s dead? What happened?” A million scenarios were alreadyswarming like hornets through Tony’s mind: Bucky vanished in the Wakandanwilderness; Bucky abducted by Ross, or Hydra, or taken by one of the manycountries where Hydra had unleashed him; Bucky trapped in his broken Wakandan cryochamber, entombed like a bug in amber; Bucky in a coma, succumbing to poison orillness or (Dear God, please no) the unforeseen effects ofthe damage Tony inflicted on him.

“Was…wasit me? What I did?” Tony asked, small-voiced with terror. It was horriblyselfish, disgustingly self-centered of him to even ask. But Tony couldn’t not.If Bucky died, part of Steve would die with him. Tony didn’t think he couldhandle finding Bucky only to lose him again. But if Bucky died and it was Tony’s fault….

Therewould be no hope for reconciliation, no hope for the Avengers ever again. Tonywould have gained a nemesis worse than anything he could every imagine. Otherthan himself.

“Wedon’t know,” Steve said, and maybe it was the lack of certainty, but ithit like a fist to Tony’s solar plexus. A metal fist to his reactor and God he needed to fucking stop.“Shuri said…” Stevepaused, obviously steeling himself. “She said it was possible. That…that theshock of his arm being destroyed like that might’ve caused some neurologicaldamage. And then there was the kick to the head.”

Tonyclosed his eyes, clutching the phone to his ear so he wouldn’t slam it into theshower wall. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice thick and rough and gratingin his ears. “Steve. I—”

“Isaid we don’t know, Tony,” Steve cut him off, as ifthat was supposed to make him feel better. “Shuri said it was possible.But, Winter said it didn’t make a difference.”

Tonyhad spoken to Shuri, before. She’d assumed Steve and Bucky would want to comeback to the U.S. at some point, so as a courtesy she’d sent Tony the specs forBucky’s new arm. It was a sleek, beautiful thing he was privileged to be ableto understand. Shuri was still a child, but her intellect already shone like asun.

Hedidn’t know Winter, but it was a terrible relief to have someone say whateverhappened wasn’t Tony’s fault. Except it was hard to imagine Shuri being wrongabout anything. “Is Winter a neurologist?”

Hecould practically hear Steve’s confusion. “No,” he said.“Winter’s Bucky.”

Tonywaited a beat, then another. It still didn’t make any sense. “I don’tunderstand,” he said, though something in Steve’s voice had a cold, quietdread creeping up Tony’s spine.

“Winter’sBucky,” Steve said, as if it would be more comprehensible with repetition.His sigh sounded as heavy as the ice that buried him. “The doctorswho…accessed him said it’s called Dissociative Identity Disorder.” He madea sound that had almost nothing to do with laughing. “I didn’t even know thatwas a thing that could happen to people. But, yeah. Bucky isn't…Bucky anymore.He calls himself ‘Winter’. He’s not the Winter Soldier,” Steve addedquickly, “He hasn’t done anything like what happened in Berlin. He hasn’thurt anyone at all. He’s just….” Steve pulled in another breath thatshuddered. “He’s not Bucky.”

Tonyhadn’t even been thinking about the terrifying, snarling juggernaut who’d beatthe shit out of him in Berlin, but that didn’t stop ice flooding his guts whenSteve reminded him. Tony knew Shuri had removed the trigger words from Bucky’shead. But, yeah. Nice to hear Steve’s bestie hadn’t shoved him through anotherwall.

“Why?”Tony asked, still trying to wrap his head around Dissociative IdentityDisorder and Steve calling him for anything. “Whathappened?”

“Idon’t know.” Steve swallowed. “Winter said he needed to protectBucky. After…after what happened. So he wasn't…he wasn’t gonna let him outanymore. And. And I tried to talk to Bucky, but Winter wouldn’t let me. And…andwhat if he’s dead? What if he’s not, not even there anymorebecause it’s just Winter now? What if Bucky’s gone, and, andI—”

Stevestarted sobbing. Great, wracking gulps of air, each one followed by ashuddering gasp like cracking bone. “What if he’s dead,Tony? Oh, God. Oh, my God. What do I do? What am I going to do?”

“Whoa,whoa. Shh. It’s okay. Nobody’s dead, Steve,” Tony tried. Then,“Bucky’s not dead!” Forcefully, when Steve just made a broken noiseof negation. “That’s not how it works! It doesn’t work like that. Honest.I’m no expert, but, it doesn’t work like that. None of the identities die,okay? They’re just…in the background. Or something. I’m not sure about thatpart. But I promise you, Bucky is not dead.”

“Really?”Steve sniffled. He sounded so desperate for hope that Tony, who had troublewith other peoples’ emotions at the best of times, nearly broke down himself.“You’re sure? He wouldn’t talk to me.”

“Yeah,well, you said Winter was protecting him, right? So, he’s probably in his happyplace. I wouldn’t want to come out either.” Tony winced, wondering ifSteve would think that sounded as much like bullshit as Tony did. He stood andleft the shower stall, then strode into the hallway with his phone mashed tohis ear. He knew appallingly little about psychology, considering how manydisorders he’d been diagnosed with over the years. It was about an eight hourflight to Wakanda in a Quinjet; plenty of time to read up on the subject.

Notthat he had any idea what he’d do about it, once he gotthere. But, Steve had called him for a reason. And even if that was tomore-or-less accuse Tony of making Bucky mentally ill, Tony couldn’t listen toSteve crying his guts out and just do nothing. “I’m heading to the landingpad right now. I can be at the palace in eight hours. Do you want me to bringanything? Anyone?” he asked, thinking as he moved. “Wanda’s offsomewhere with Vision, but she’s got that hand-wavy telepathy stuff. Icould—”

“Winterwanted to talk to you,” Steve said. “He didn’t say why, exactly. But itsounded like he wants assurance you’re not going to try to kill him anymore.”

Tonystopped moving so fast he practically gave himself whiplash in the corridor.His first reaction was a blood-hot flare of rage. “You sure as fuck neverpull your punches, do you?”

Therewas a second of stunned silence. “I don’t understand,” Steve said atlast. “I just meant, Winter doesn’t want Bucky to come out. And, he reallywanted to talk to you. So I thought…maybe if you can promise you won't…attackhim again, it’ll help?”

Tonyforced back the anger he knew wasn’t really aimed at Steve. “I don’t getit, though. Why would that help? I mean, I won’t attack him again.” Itfelt important to say it out loud. “But, it’s not like I’m a threat to himwithout my armor. When I tried to fight him in Berlin he kicked my ass.”

“Thatwas the Winter Soldier,” Steve said. “The trigger words compelled himto come out.”

“Oh.”There wasn’t much else he could say to that. It made sense, considering howBucky had seemed more lethal before the silo. Which, honestly, only made Tonyfeel that much worse. He rubbed his forehead. “You really think Winter’staken over for Bucky because of me?”

“Idon’t know,” Steve repeated bleakly. “But…you really hurt him, whenyou blasted his arm. And I think you would’ve killed him if I hadn’t stoppedyou.” He hesitated, maybe waiting for Tony to deny it. Tony couldn’t.“So,” Steve went on a too-long moment later, “maybe that’s whatWinter was thinking about. When he took over. That this way you couldn’t hurt Buckyanymore.”

“Fuck,”Tony muttered. Like he didn’t already feel badly enough about this whole mess. “Look.Steve? I…” He gritted his teeth. No time like the excruciating present,right? “I’m sorry. For what it’s worth, I am so, so fucking sorry for whathappened. I know the Accords ended up a fucking trash fire, but I’d really….Fuck,” he said on an exhale. “I was counting on you, okay? I thoughtthat you, of all people, would understand why no one with super powers shouldbe running around without any kind of control. After Ultron I really thoughtyou’d agree with me about that. But not only did you not agree, you wereperfectly happy to fuck me over, as well as everything I’d been trying toaccomplish, to go on a field trip with your fugitive buddy—”

“Buckyshould never have been a fugitive,” Steve snapped. “And you know whywe went to Siberia. I wasn’t happy to ‘fuck you over’, Tony! I never wanted togo against you! I wanted your help! But you’d already signed the Accords. Ourhands were tied just as much as yours.”

“Idid help you!” Tony said. “I lied to Ross and went to find you. Iwanted to help.”

“Iknow,” Steve said. “And when you arrived, I was grateful. I thought…Ithought we could start mending fences. Trust each other again. But we know howit turned out.”

“Youlied to me,” Tony said. “You’re talking about trust, but you lied by omission, and then you lied to myface.”

“Andthen you tried to kill my best friend!” Steve shot back. “The oneperson who hadn’t done anything wrong. Even T'Challa could see that. Whycouldn’t you?”

“Idon’t know!” That was, ironically, a lie. Tony did know. He absolutelyknew why he’d lost all reason and self control and had almost done somethingunforgivable to a man he actually admired. He took a couple breaths through histeeth, forced himself to keep going. “I wanted to hurt you,” he saidat last. There was an awful, sickly relief in finally admitting it. “You’dbetrayed me by not signing the Accords. With your fucking perfect teeth andperfect morality.“—Tony wondered if Steve’s perfect hearing caught thefinger quotes—"You had to be so Goddamn self-righteous you couldn’t even consider my point of view. And I was trying! I was trying sodamn hard to do the right thing. To protect everyone. To make all the damagewe’d done mean something. But you wouldn’t even consider it.”

“Iread the Accords, Tony,” Steve said. “And I found—”

“Youcould have tried!” Tony shouted over him. “Youcould have tried, but you didn’t. And it hurt. I can admit it. It hurt likehell.” It still hurt: This was years’ worth of pain he couldn’t hold backanymore. It felt like when Obie had torn the reactor out. “And then I gotto see the Winter Soldier killing my parents. And you knew. You knew he’d done it, but you chose your friend overme. So you betrayed me again. First by lying by omission, then by lying to myface. “And I just….

“Ilost it, okay?” Tony said. “I just fucking lost it. I wanted to hurthim, for what he did. And I really wanted to hurt you. Iwanted you to feel the way I felt.”

Hecould hear Steve swallow in the silence on the other end of the line.“Bucky didn’t deserve that,” Steve said quietly. “Maybe…maybe Idid. But Bucky didn’t.”

“Iknow,” Tony said. “And I’m sorry. I am so fucking sorry. I had a reallybad couple days and a fucking truckload of daddy issues, and I took it out onhim. And I will never forgive myself for that.” He gave a sharp, unhappysmirk, “That was actually what I’d intended to lead with, when I startedtalking a minute ago. Kind of lost the train there.”

“You’reright,” Steve said, and Tony gasped. “I should’ve tried harder to seeyour side with the Accords, not just what I didn’t like about it. I could havetried to get them amended, come up with something we all could agree on. I’mused to acting with minimal oversight, but I also used to work on behalf ofS.H.I.E.L.D., and before that it was the S.S.R. I do understand the necessityof checks and balances. But I was scared of our hands being tied when peopleneeded us the most.

“AndI never should’ve lied to you, Tony,” Steve said. “I was a coward. Itold myself I was doing it for you, but I was doing it for myself. For Bucky. Icouldn’t bear the idea of you hating him. But I can’t help thinking that if I’djust, grown a fucking spine, the video wouldn’t have been…so hard to take. Forany of us. I was a lousy friend, and I’m sorry.”

“Oh,”Tony said again, just as lost for words as before. “Thank you.” He didn’tknow if he could forgive Steve for what he’d done. Tony had been flayed alive.The fact that what Tony had done in retaliation was worsedidn't—couldn't—change that. “I, um, would’ve helped Bucky anyway.”

Heowed Bucky so much more than that. It was the least he could do to begin tomake things right.

“Iknow,” Steve said, and Tony’s shriveled, shrunken heart unfurled a bit,like an underfed flower reaching for the light. “I know you would. Thankyou. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

“Thendon’t,” Tony said, all breeze and bravado. “Don’t worry about it. Seeyou on the flipside.”

Hehung up, then asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to tell Rhodey where he was going, and to havehis armor meet him at the Quinjet, just in case. Not that Tony was expectingtrouble, but, better safe than sorry. And he hadn’t been feeling all that safethese days. Amazing how that happened, being alone.

Onephone call couldn’t change that, but….

ButTony’s heart had something to reach for. It was a start.

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You're my home now.

Chapter 1: Stranded.

Pairing: Bucky x mermaid reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes discovers a beautiful stranger passed out on the beach. ( I suck at summaries.)

Word count: 1383

Warnings: None that I can think of.

A/N: I decided to turn this into a series. I'll be posting a chapter every Friday. Hope you all like this.

TAGLISTS ARE OPEN.

Bucky's P.O.V

It was just another morning at the compound. Bucky woke up, trained, showered and went to breakfast. The whole team were on a mission, which meant that he was alone at the compound. The last mission he had been on didn't go pretty well, he lost his temper and almost killed the guy with the information they needed. Steve thought it would be best if he sit this one out. He was honestly grateful Steve said he should stay home today. The compound was always busy and he never have time to be alone. He needed it.

An idea struck him while he sipped on his coffee. He hasn't been to the beach since his name has been cleared of all the charges he committed in the past. Hell he hasn't been there in forever actually. It was the only place where he truly felt at peace

The sky was unnaturally grey for a day in July, he thought as he walked barefoot along the shore. The water playfully nipped at his heels. Bucky inhaled the salty air and let it cloud his mind. Nights he would often have nightmares of HYDRA, of how they tortured him or when they assigned him to end life after life. He would see each and everyone of their innocent faces, begging him to spare their lives.He huffed out a breath. The ocean breeze calmed his racing mind.

As he walked on, in the distance he noticed a figure passed out on the sand, the waves crashing over their body. He immediately rushed to the person's side. A woman. He crouched down. He reached out to her outstretched wrist to check for a pulse. He sighed with relief as he felt a steady beat. He slowly turned her onto her back. His furrowed brow turned to shock. In his life has he never set eyes upon a more beautiful being. Her features soft, but her jaw sharp and prominent. Her lips full, but blue from the cold. Her wet hair was plastered to her forehead. A white rag was wrapped around her body, but what he found curious was the necklace around her neck. It was a simple golden chain with a single white, pink-ish stone on it. The clouds rumbled above, just as it began to pour down. Bucky decided to take her back to the compound with him, he couldn't leave her here in the rain. He lifted her up and carried her in his arms back to the car.

When he arrived back at the base, Bucky took her down to Bruce's lab. He knew Bruce wouldn't have a problem with it when he returned from the mission.

Two days later...

The team returned a day ago and the beautiful woman has been asleep for almost three days. They were not very thrilled when they heard Bucky brought an absolute stranger back to the base, especially Tony.

"Damnit Barnes! You should think before you bring someone here. For all we know she could be a spy," Tony bellowed as he pointed at the sleeping woman.

"I couldn't just leave her there! She already had symptoms of hypothermia."

"You just don't think do you? You could put all our lives in danger, by bringing her here. If she's working for HYD..."

"Tony calm down! He was just trying to help," Steve butted in, to defend his best friend.

"You can't keep protecting him Ste..." Tony replied.

"Hey, hey, hey she's awake,"Bruce said to the quarrelling men as he slowly approached you.

(Y/N) P.O.V

You heard every word of their argument, but you didn't understand any of it. You could indentify three different voices. Three different men. Who were these men and what were they arguing about?

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, only to met by a harsh light, closing your eyes again. Your head throbbed with pain.

'Hey, hey hey she awake,' you heard another man say. Okay there were four men in the bright room with you. Where are you anyways and who the hell are they?

You opened your eyes again. A figure standing over you. Your eyes widened as you tried to sit up and move away

"It's okay. Your in a safe place. We're not going to hurt you," said the man nearest you. He was rather short, he wore glasses, had black curly hair and had a kind smile. Your eyes found the other three men standing at the end of the hospital bed. The second one of the four men was tall and blonde and he too greeted you with a smile. The man in the middle who had his arms across his chest made you feel uneasy as he stared daggers at you. The last man caught your attention. He had long brown locks that reached his broad shoulders. His blue-green eyes with flecks of grey reminded you of the ocean on a stormy day. His brows furrowed as his eyes raked over you. Suddenly you felt very self-conscious. You raised the thin material of the blanket to your chin.

"What is your name?" asked the short man

You eyed them all warily. They seemed to be nice, but that didn't mean you could trust them.

The short man spoke again.

"It's okay you can trust us. We want to help you. I'm Bruce. That's Steve, Tony and Bucky. " he said as he pointed them out . Your eyes lingered on the man named Bucky, but you pried your eyes away from him, back to Bruce.

"(Y/N)," you said.

"(Y/N)?" Bruce asked.

You nodded.

"What is the last thing you remember (Y/N)?"

You searched your mind, for any memory of before waking up in this unknown place. It was like your memories were there, but you couldn't reach it. The more you tried to remember, the more your head ached. The only thing you were certain of was that your name is (Y/N).

You shook your head.

"Do you no where you are?"

Again you shook your head.

"You're at the Avengers base, Upstate New York. Where do you live?"

"I don't know," you said as tears began to form in your eyes. You hid your face in your hands as you sobbed.

"Why can't I remember anything?" You mumbled into your hands.

"You probably have amnesia. All we know is that Bucky found you passed out on the beach, so he brought you here."

You looked up at Bucky, silently thanking him for bringing you here. He understood and smiled at you.

You were so confused. Why were you on the beach? And passed out? It probably looked very bad. It sounded like you partied and got drunk, then passed out, but that seemed unlikely to you and they didn't seem to judge you, except for this Tony character.

Bruce walked over to the three men, talking in hushed tones.

"I'll go get her," said Steve as he left the room. You wondered who is he going to bring. You felt panic rise in your chest.

A few moments later, Steve returned with a woman. She turned to you and smiled warmly.

"She can't seem to remember anything from before. Would it be a problem if you could maybe read her mind?" Bruce asked.

" Not at all," said the woman. She walked over to you and sat down on the bed.

"I'm Wanda," she said. You couldn't place her accent, but it sounded Eastern European.

"(Y/N)"

"I can feel your panic. It is okay, you can trust us."

"What do you mean you can feel my panic?"

"You see, I can read minds, but unfortunately I can't seem to read yours. It's blurry." She turned her head to the others.

"There is something like a barrier, blocking her memories and even I can't reach it. It is not there by mistake."

"Maybe someone didn't want her to remember anything of her life?" Bucky asked

"Then why would she be on the beach Barnes?" said Tony.

"A boating accident perhaps?" Wanda suggested. This was all too much for you. It frustrated you that you didn't remember anything." Wanda saw the frustration in your expression

"You don't have to worry, we'll figure it all out and help restore your memories. This is your home now."

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