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Broken Wings || Pt.5

Sam Wilson x OFC Ada Marks

Summary: A 6-8 part mini series following OC Ada Marks as she rekindles a relationship with Sam but can they really get past their long history for a fresh start or is it better to just let go. Set after FATWS with Bucky and Sam being friends. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, violence, warfare, sexual themes. || Series Masterlist || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 ||

Afghanistan, 2013

“I don’t like this,” I said for the third time as Sam and Riley worked quickly to pack up the camp we had set up. “We should go together.”

Riley sighed to himself but wouldn’t say anything because it wasn’t in his nature to go against an order despite hating when we were separated too. “How long until they get here?”

“Chopper will be here in an hour,” Sam said as he sat on my rucksack so I could zip the overfull bag closed. “You and I fly in at 2300.”

“What about me?” I rose with my hands on my hips.

“We have been over this babe, two of us going in is already a risk,” he said, shaking his head. “You’ll be on standby, Ada.”

I wasn’t happy with the strategy but arguing would get me nowhere, but I would damn well make sure I was ready and waiting should one of them need me.

I rolled up my mattress and tied it up with twine before tossing it out of the tent and onto the growing pile of belongings. My uniform was the only thing left unpacked but I wouldn’t change into it until the tent was dismantled. Taking it down would break a sweat and the last thing I wanted was to sit in damp clothes on an hour long flight back to base.

“Incoming,” Riley announced as he heard the chopper blades while we were rolling the last of the canvas tent up tight.

We quickly shoved the tent into its travel sack and covered our eyes as our transport arrived, kicking up dust in its wake. Two fairly new soldiers jumped out and helped us pack the chopper with our bags before we strapped in and we were off. The desert terrain fell away as we climbed higher and higher and the peace I had felt camping with my boyfriends fell away with it.

“We’re home,” Riley said as he shook my shoulder and woke me up.

I rubbed my eyes and tried to lift my head off Sam’s shoulder but his head was heavy on top of mine and I nudged his side so he would wake up. He lifted his head and looked around, forgetting for a moment where we were before stretching and waiting for the skids to touch down.

“58th in the house!” A loud voice called out over the sounds of the engine turning off and we all smiled at the 48th Rescue Squadron leader.

“You know how it is, Fischer, call in the big guns when shit gets real,” Sam joked as he pulled him into a hug and clapped each other on the back.

“Only until they share your tech with the rest of us,” Staff Sergeant Ian Fischer retorted with a laugh. “Go on, everyone’s in the bullring.”

I gave Ian a hug and Riley shook his hand as we walked past on our way to the building that Sam was already disappearing into. Riley slung his arm over my shoulder as he caught up and I felt the pre-mission jitters and excitement begin to build. I had no idea that just 12 hours later my world would come crashing down.

“Alright, Falcon and Eagle, you have Starling for backup but we want to get in and out under the radar so the less Exo-7s out and about the better.”

We all nodded as we stepped into the straps of our suits and began the quite lengthy task of securing our jet propulsion wings to our backs. We checked each other’s buckles to make sure they were snug before stepping out into the cool evening air. I pushed my ear comms deeper into my ear to make sure it wouldn’t fall loose when I flew and checked that everyone could hear each other as well as command central.

We reached the clearing where our take off point was and I stood between Sam and Riley, holding one of their hands each in mine. We had seven years of pararescue missions under our belts, four of those with the Exo-7 wings. It still never made this moment any easier.

“These things we do,” Sam said as he squeezed my hand.

“So others may live,” Riley followed.

“58th until the end.”

We never said I love you. We never said goodbye. It was an unspoken rule that had never been broken. We stepped away from each other and expanded our wings before engaging the jets and taking to the skies. Two yellow dots were blipping in my helmet and those would be the two lights that guided me home, Falcon and Eagle.

"The target is 8.6 miles northeast of Dabay. Uploading coordinates now,” Air command notified us through our comms before a red dot was added to the map in my helmet.

"Eagle, take the right flank. Starling, stay out of range behind us."

We followed Sam's direction and I broke away as we reached the mountains that crashed steeply into the valley where Khandil was in hiding. I watched as Riley barrel rolled to the right and they both dove down into the dark depths and out of my sight. The air was still as I hovered in place ready for any sign of trouble but there didn't seem to be any. I was beginning to think the intel was wrong as their positioning beacons showed they had landed in the enemies territory unscathed.

Suddenly machine guns fired in rapid succession and I heard Sam call out to Riley as he located Khandil. Their beacons moved hastily around my helmet as they manoeuvred their way about of the valley they were trapped in and Sam confirmed he had Khandil in his custody. Unable to remain in position any longer, I set my thrusters to full speed and raced over the terrain to reach Sam and Riley.

Bullets hit my wings as I swooped at the insurgents and took some of the heat away from my men before I saw an alert for a missile heading straight for me and I tucked my wings in close, dropping from the sky. I felt the heat of the explosion above me and looked up to find Riley had protected me from the shrapnel and other projectiles. Opening my wings wide I blew a thank you kiss to Riley before heading back to Sam.

"Starling, get out of here," Sam called out as I reached him. "Eagle, let's go!"

We both looked back as we banked sharply to avoid an RPG heading towards us and I turned to see another RPG coming from behind.

“RILEY!”

Time slowed as the horror unfolded before our eyes. He had a 50/50 chance of banking left or right to dodge the RPG that passed us but he chose wrong. His right wing curled in and he turned right into the second RPG that was coming up behind him. Fire and flames engulfed him and there was nothing that I could do as he disappeared in the explosion.

Fury flooded me as I looked down at the men scattered around the valley walls, from here they looked like ants and those ants took Riley from me. Sam was calling out to me, ordering me to leave but I couldn’t just let them get away with what they did. I pulled the comms piece out of my ear and dropped it as I tucked my wings in and plummeted from the sky.

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The drive from York to Washington DC was quiet. The only voice that broke the silence was Riley as he pressed his nose to the window and watched the scenery pass us by, questions flowing from his lips quicker than the water of the Potomac River Sam drove along. Trying to ask him to have quiet time was futile and I had given up by the time we crossed that state line into Maryland, opting to try to sleep instead.

“Mr Wilson?” Riley asked as he leant into the middle of the seat and found Sam looking at him in the small mirror.

“Come on little man, call me Sam.” He smiled. “What’s up?”

“What was my dad like?”

I fought the urge to open my eyes and kept my head on my rolled up hoodie that was doubling as a pillow for the drive.

“Shouldn’t you be asking your mom about him?” Sam was obviously uncomfortable with the question and you heard the leather seats creak with his shuffle of movements.

“I think it makes her sad when I ask.”

Sam’s sigh was barely audible but you knew he did it. “He was brave and kind and always put everyone else first. He was like you, protective of your mom.”

Riley chewed his lip and returned to looking out his window before gasping with fright. I bolted upright and leant across the seat to look out his window and spotted a man flying towards us with a rudimentary version of a wingsuit.

Grabbing Riley, I tucked him under my arms and slipped a pair of control gloves over my hands to activate my wingsuit that was in the cargo hold.

“We’ve got company,” I growled as I noticed another man out my window and grabbed my son’s face. “Stay low, Ry. Hear me? Just stay low.”

“Ada, what are you-”

I pinned Sam with a stare through the rearview mirror and interrupted him, “What I have to, get Riley out of here.”

Wind whipped around the car as I opened the door and dove out, Riley and Sam’s shouts sounding behind me. The back of the car exploded as my wingsuit tore through the metal and erupted out of it before they slammed into my back and saved me from hitting the asphalt road.

The thruster kicked in almost immediately and I was thrown forward with the power much stronger than the previous marks had been able to pull. I almost screamed in exhilaration but it was the fear of my son that kept me focused on the two targets I had my eyes on.

It was mere seconds later that I was swooping past the car and the men with the inferior suits were too slow to avoid my sharp blades that slashed through their own wings before they could draw their weapons. One crashed heavily into the highway and came to a rest unmoving but the other managed to crash into the grass verge and lifted his weapon towards Sam’s car, at my son.

I could never make it there in time but my wingsuit could. There was no time to think about myself as I flicked my wrist and fell from the sky as my suit disappeared from my back. A scream of pain tore from my lips as I landed badly on my already sore leg, my skin shredding along the road as I rolled but it was all secondary to the relief I felt as the wings wrapped around the back of the car, protecting its occupants from the bullets.

The harsh sound of metal dragging across the ground had me look away from where Riley was safe and I found the man who had attacked up aiming his gun at me. It wasn’t the first time I had stared down a barrel but it was not something that ever got any easier and I felt the blood rushing in my ears as my heart raced. I didn’t want to die but I couldn’t risk bringing the wingsuit back and leaving Riley unprotected, he was my world.

“My boss wants you alive so he can kill you himself,” the man spoke in Pashto.

“Khandil can kiss my ass,” I spat back and jutted my chin to the road behind him. “If he wants me, he’s going to have to go through that.”

The man’s eyes widened as he looked over his shoulder and saw Sam throw his vibranium shield. The metal crashed into his back, breaking the wingsuit he wore and throwing him off balance and off aim, right into my fist that rendered him an unconscious mess on the asphalt.

“I told you to look after Riley!”

“I wasn’t going to leave you, again,” Sam said as his voice broke and he scooped me up as gently as he could. There was no stopping the memories that assaulted me as I inhaled the woody scent of his cologne and my head found its way into the curve where his strong shoulders met his neck. It was a place that always felt like home, and it still did.

“You really outdid yourself,” he said with a rather disbelieving chuckle as he reached the car and you closed the wingsuit up with a swish of your hand. “It’s like you’re trying to one up me.”

I barked a laugh as he slipped me onto the backseat beside a worried Riley who I immediately wrapped in my arms as I cocked an eyebrow at Sam. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? Nothing can outdo that costume of yours.”

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duuhrayliegh · 3 years

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Hello, darling! I was wondering if you could right some Bucky x reader, where the reader worked along Sharon during Civil War and she meets Bucky. Then she runs always with Sharon and meets Bucky again in Madripoor and continue their story. I hope that makes sense. Thank yooouuuu✨✨✨

hey babes!! yes i absolutely can! i kind of gave more background than i meant to making it way longer, but i hope you enjoy it anyway! i do want to continue this story and most definitely will be so be on the lookout for the other parts of it lovie <3. i hope you still enjoy it even though it isn’t quite what you asked for yet :)

A Friend of Yours

FATWS SPOILERS

warnings: not much, canon lvl violence, some suggestive stuff closer towards to end, language, i think that’s it

word count: 6140 i went a bit overboard, it’s fine i’m totally fine

a/n: i got this request and then didn’t stop writing all day. i didn’t get anything else done all day. i got home at like seven-ish? and i’ve been sitting on the floor of my bedroom just writing this fic (for context it is now 12:47 pm where i’m at)

check out A Friend of Yours - pt. 2 and A Friend of Yours - pt. 3

p.s.: this is the first fic that i’m writing with an actual ‘x reader’ i’m so proud

xoxo ray

ray’s m.list

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You grew up with Sharon, the two of you were best friends from birth it seemed. Honestly, Peggy raised you more than your own parents did. When Aunt Peggy got Sharon her first thigh holster, she got you one too. You enlisted together, moved up the ranks together, everything. So, it was of no shock to anyone that after the fall of SHIELD, you both moved together into the CIA’s Joint Terrorism Task Force.

You were inside the hotel with Sharon, Steve and Sam when the bombing on the UN took place. The look of unbridled fear that fell over Steve’s face as they announced Barnes as the primary suspect was heart wrenching. You weren’t able to watch it for long because your phone was already ringing off the hook.

“Look, you need to get me more information, and now.” You gritted into your phone speaker before quickly hanging up the phone and turning to a crestfallen Steve who was still watching the news casting. Sharon ended her phone call and turned to you.

“We have to go to work.” A few short hours on a jet later, you and Sharon were coordinating the operation. Close by, Steve and Sam were awaiting new information. Steve had this insane plan to find Barnes before the whole rest of the world did. Like that’s going to happen, it took the world 70 years to find Barnes. Of course, Steve and Sam are going to find him in about half that time.

You followed the blonde woman into a busy coffee shop and up to the counter. She slid a manila folder over to a well disguised Captain America. “Tips have been pouring in since that footage went public. Everyone thinks the Winter Soldier goes to their gym. Most of it’s just noise, except this.” Sharon was talking quietly, trying to not draw attention to the fact that she was committing a serious offense.

“We have to give the briefing, like now Shar, so we have to go.” The two of you pushed off the counter and you turned quickly to say one last thing. “And you better hurry. They’ve given the order to shoot on site.”

You left the shop quickly and made your way back to the white tent, passing the redheaded spy who was watching you like a hawk. A look of understanding crossed her features as you kept a calm facade. She fucking knows, how the hell could she read you that easily?

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The next time you saw any of them, they were exiting the back of an armored prison van. It was no surprise that his eyes flitted over to his best friend from childhood. You glanced over at Barnes, who was strapped in all different ways, and your heart hurt for him. You tried not to pity him, you know you would’ve gotten a slap on the wrist from Aunt Peggy about it.

Bucky must’ve felt you looking at him because his steel blue eyes locked with your pair. This was the first time that you’ve ever actually seen the man in person. It was startling, in a good way. You grew up going to the Smithsonian and hearing Aunt Peggy’s stories about the great James Buchanan Barnes. You never thought that you’d get the chance to meet the man you did a history report on your freshman year of high school.

“Y/N?” Sharon’s voice cut through your thoughts, recalling you to reality and out of your past. “We have to go. We’ve been assigned to monitor Steve and Sam while they’re here.” Sharon was clearly not a fan of this, which made you laugh loudly.

“Oh, score! We get to babysit Captain America and the Falcon!” You spoke in an unnecessarily upbeat voice and then clapped your hands together. “Our dream job! Let’s go, Shar!” She stared at you for a millisecond before slapping a hand on your shoulder.

“Let’s go, you fucking dork.” You followed her through the office building into the control room where you observed Tony talking to Steve. Apparently, the conversation was not going well because both their faces held angry glares. Eventually, Tony left the room, leaving Steve alone with his thoughts and that can never be good.

“How you doing, Cap?” You asked as you less-than-gracefully plopped yourself into the chair across from him. He looked over at me and released a heavy sigh.

“Honestly, Y/N, not that great at the moment.” He looked at you with his iconic mom Steve stare. Wow, so that’s what it’s like to be on the receiving end of that. Sam walked in and sat next to you. You drowned out their conversation as your gaze focused on screens outside of the glass office.

The video feed of Barnes in his metal cage was displayed on a TV screen. How is this considered humane? Obviously you knew that the CIA had pushed boundaries in the past, but this was just insane. “Are those restraints really necessary?” Sam seemed to be just voicing his thoughts, not expecting a response back.

“Well, he is considered an international terrorist, so yeah, they’re kind of necessary.” You said quickly and then muttered under your breath, “No matter who thinks that it’s excessive.” Steve’s gaze met yours and he was about to speak when Sharon walked in and dropped a paper in front of Sam.

“The receipt for your gear.” A scoff sounded from Sam as he glared at Sharon.

“‘Bird costume’? Come on.” Always quick to defend your best friend.

“Hey, we didn’t write it up.” It came off snappier than you had meant it. Sharon shot you a look, signaling you to back off. You raised a brow at her as she leaned over the table to the intercom buttons.

The audio from Barnes’ evaluation echoed through the glass room. Everyone around you was unsuspecting the four of you listened in. The psychologist was talking to Barnes, who seemed incredibly closed off. Who could blame the guy though?

“I’m not here to judge you. I just want to ask a few questions. Do you know where you are, James?” The psychologist paused for a second, looking down and off to the side. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, James.” The caged man spoke for the first time.

“My name is Bucky.” His voice was rough from not being used. A look crossed Steve’s face and he turned to Sharon.

“Why would the Task Force release that photo to begin with?” Sharon’s body turned to face the man speaking to her. Her brows furrowed while she answered.

“Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?” Your head tilted, trying to follow Steve’s train of thought.

“Right. Good way to flush a guy out of hiding. Set off a bomb, get your picture taken. Get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier.” Oh shit.

“You’re saying someone framed him?” You wanted to believe it with every fiber in your being.

“Steve, we looked for the guy for two years and found nothing.” Sam reminded in a calm tone.

“Yeah, you didn’t bomb the UN though. That turns quite a few heads. Especially if prominent people like King T’Chaka end up dead because of it.” You made a good point, but there were still pieces missing.

“That doesn’t guarantee that they would find him. It guaranteed that we would.” Sharon and Steve began examining the room around them. Your attention returned to the audio emitting from the intercom.

“You fear that,“ the doctor paused, “if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Don’t worry.” He glanced down again and moved his hand to swipe something away.

“Guys?” You pointed to the screen as the doctor held up his pointer finger.

“We only have to talk about one.” All of the sudden, the screens went dark and the lights flickered off. Secretary Ross was yelling at technicians to get his video back. Tony was speaking to his AI, Friday, about locating the source of the outage. Steve and Sam tensed at the thought of what could be going on with Barnes.

“Sub-level five, east wing.” was all Sharon said as the pair ran off. You looked at her and threw your hands in the air.

“What the hell do we do now, Shar?” She glared at you as she started reasoning with you.

“They’re stronger than we are. If they can contain whatever the hell is happening down there then great. In the event that they can’t, we’ll be up here with Natasha and Tony to deal with it.” You nodded quickly as you both ran out of the room.

You quickly followed Natasha, Tony and Sharon to the main level of the building. Clearly Steve and Sam were unsuccessful in containing the situation because Barnes could be seen through the glass, fighting his way to his destination.

Tony stunned Barnes with a previously concealed Iron Man glove. Barnes started towards Tony and quickly attacked. After Barnes bested Tony, it wasn’t long before Natasha rushed the man alongside Sharon. It wasn’t hard for Barnes to throw Sharon across the room. Natasha took the opportunity to launch herself onto his shoulders, which caused Barnes to slam her into a table with his metal hand wrapped around her neck.

She mumbled something to him as you kicked his ribs, releasing his chokehold on her. He stumbled backwards, his hard gaze landed on yours as he approached. Your eyes locked on his as the two of you traded blows.

They weren’t the same eyes as before. Those eyes were soft and remorseful, these were hard and unattached. There was no emotion behind the pair staring at you. The fraction of a second that you were analyzing his eyes in your head was enough for him to catch you off guard. His metal fist landed in your rib cage. The opposite hand jabbed at your face, busting your lip and sending you flying backwards.

You hit your head on the concrete below, making your eyes roll back. The wind left your lungs and you gasped to get it back as Barnes and T’Challa fought in the background. It was a few minutes later that a concerned Sharon made her way over to you.

“Are you okay?” You looked her over as she did you, checking for any severe injuries. You offered a small nod, not wanting to shake your head too much in fear of a concussion. “Let’s go check in with Ross.”

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“And how the hell did Rogers and Wilson even know where to find Barnes?” Ross’ voice boomed through the office. No one said anything, not wanting to incur the wrath of Secretary Ross. “I’ve already allowed Stark 36 hours to find them and bring them back here.” Ross turned to you and Sharon standing in the corner of the room. “If they contact any of you, report it immediately.” Rounds of ‘yes, sirs’ bounced around the room, then chaos ensued as everyone got back to trying to clean up this mess.

“Carter. Y/L/N. Elevator now.” He raised two fingers to point toward the elevators before walking into one. It was just the three of you in the enclosed space. He clicked the button for the ground floor. “I know you have some kind of connection to Rogers but do not let that cloud your judgement. The both of you are CIA agents first.”

“We understand, Secretary.” The elevator doors opened again and you went to step out when Ross stopped you again.

“I mean it, girls. This is your job on the line here.” You and Sharon shared a look before continuing walking. Did he just call us girls?

“Do you think that was supposed to be intimidating?” You laughed under your breath as you went out to the parking lot. Sharon sighed and shrugged her shoulders.

“Probably.” She looked at you over the top of her car. “You don’t have to come with me.”

“Where do we start?”

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Getting that fucking shield and bird suit wasn’t easy. They had moved it from the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre to the US Embassy to await transport back to the States. It made it easier but still damn near impossible to get. Thankfully, you and Sharon are good liars. Skills of a misspent youth.

The two of you walked in the front door and displayed your badges. “We’re here to pick up Captain America and the Falcon’s effects.” The man behind the counter didn’t even question it. Man, they need better people at the Embassy.

“You’ll have to sign some paperwork saying you picked it up.” There it is. You both flicked a brow and Sharon held her hand out for the clipboard. Small scratches from the pen in her hand were echoing throughout the empty building.

She handed the clipboard back to the man behind the counter. “Okie dokie, just pull your car around to the side of the building and we’ll get you loaded up.” He shot them a small smile and turned around to file the papers.

“That was easy enough.” You whispered to Sharon as you left, not wanting your voice to carry. You walked to your car that was parked in front of the iron wrought gate. Pulling your car around to the side of the building, you popped the trunk. The gear clad Embassy soldier carelessly tossed Sam’s suit inside before gently placing the shield on top of it.

“Hey, if there’s a scratch on that suit, it’s coming out of your paycheck buddy.” You held your pointer finger up to the man’s unimpressed face.

“Y/N, let’s go. We’ve got to get these to the jet or Ross will have our heads. Remember it’s our job on the line here.” What Sharon said made you laugh big while hauling yourself back into the driver’s seat of the car. As you pulled out into the street, Sharon was typing away on her phone and pushing it to her ear.

“This is a secure line but I don’t know for how long, so don’t talk just listen.” She took a deep breath and then continued. “We want to help. Meet us under the bridge on Route 6. We’ll be there in two hours.” She ended the call quickly and threw the phone outside the car. Glancing over at you, she nodded and sighed again.

“We’ve gotten this far.” You had one question burning in your throat that you were afraid to ask.

“Where do we go after they’ve gone?” She looked at you and she was biting her lip, something she only did when she was incredibly stressed.

“I don’t know yet. Do you have any ideas?” You smiled and thought of the one place that you wouldn’t be followed.

“Yeah, I’ve got one, but it’s rough.”

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The drive to the underpass wasn’t a hard one. You had beat the boys there so you and Sharon were sitting in the car. You had the radio playing softly in the background.

“Who the hell do you know in Madripoor?” You laughed and shrugged.

“I’m supposed to tell you all my secrets for free?” You shook your head and shifted in your seat to face her fully. “I was tasked with tracking some artwork down there. One of my assignments when we went through initiation for the Agency.” You picked at the holes in your jeans. “I thought it was just all fake stuff, but I researched it more and more. Turns out, the underground artwork dealing is really lucrative over there.”

Sharon stared at you in amazement. “What did you do, Y/N?” You smirked.

“I haven’t done anything.” You held her gaze, “Yet.” She released a small laugh and her mouth hung open a bit. “I may have a warehouse out there.” You squinted one of your eyes, and leaned forward. “And the apartment above it.” She was going to say something when an old ass blue Beetle pulled up behind you.

“Now how the fuck did they all fit in that tiny ass car?” You both laughed as you stepped out of the car with big smiles on your faces.

“Not sure you understand the concept of a getaway car.” Steve walked up to Sharon and they began talking as she popped the trunk, revealing their gear. Your attention was on the men in the car behind them. Barnes was stuck in the back away from cameras and Sam was lounging in the passenger seat. Your eyes met Barnes’ again, they were back to the remorseful pair you saw the first time.

“You know he kind of tried to kill us.” You waved your hand in gesture to the man in the car.

“Sorry, I’ll put it on the list too.” He glanced back down at Sharon, who had migrated closer to him. “They’re going to come looking for you.”

She nodded, “I know.” Then the most awkward kiss in all of kissing history took place. Your brows shot up then furrowed quickly, a small wince overtaking your face. They pulled apart and traded more words. Sharon began walking back to the passenger side of the car.

Steve turned around and you looked back at the two men in the car. Both of them were wearing proud, smug grins. Steve threw his head back as if he was berating them.

“About damn time, Cap! She’s been pining over you for God knows how long now.” The windows were down in the Beetle so the other two heard you shouting at their friend.

“Y/N!” Sharon was a bit embarrassed.

“What? It’s the truth, Shar!” The two of you began bickering like an old married couple as you started the car again. Steve got all he needed from the trunk and shut it quickly, slapping it twice. You began driving off with Sharon giving you directions to an airport on the opposite side of the country.

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That was the last time you saw Steve. Last time you saw anyone for a while. You had been dusted in the Blip. Sharon had followed you to your apartment in Madripoor. The two of you were able to figure the city out pretty quickly. Learning the ins and outs of the island, where to go, who to sell to. One afternoon, you and Sharon had been surveying a Van Gogh piece for your gallery when you flew away. In the middle of a fucking deal, what perfect timing.

Five years later, you were reunited with an even more successful Sharon. “I kept your room the way you left it.” She said as she led you through your shared home. “I figured that you’d be back and you’d be pissed off if I fucked with anything.”

You smiled at the woman gratefully and hugged her. Neither of you let go for a while. When you did, she started filling you in on everything. She had continued to split all her profits and had been depositing the money into your account. “Even if you didn’t come back, I could’ve used it if I needed to bug out. Win-win.” She explained with a smile.

The two of you had about six months of getting back into the groove of things. It was quickly cut off by a ping of your phones one day. A look of confusion and anger crossed her face, “Are you fucking kidding me?” She locked eyes with you and told you to get your gear.

“Where are we going?” She threw her phone at you and you looked at the screen. As soon as you read the notification at the top of it you understood. Repeating your question from before, you tied the knots on your Converse. You followed Sharon to the Low Town side of the island.

“Now what the fuck are they doing here, do you think?” The two of you camped outside of the Brass Monkey nightclub, ready for whatever came your way. Deciding that you were too visible to everyone else, you moved to the building across from the club. Something is bound to go wrong and the first place they're going to get ran to is this dead end alley.

Sure enough, not even ten minutes later, Sam, Barnes, and Zemo got cornered in the alleyway. Sharon had decided to stay on the ground floor next to the door. You shot two of the assassins following the group of three and Sharon took out the final one.

You made your way back down to Sharon, who was still holding her gun up. “You cost me everything.” She focused her gun on Zemo.

“Sharon, wait. Someone recreated the super soldier serum and Zemo had a lead.” Sam remarked calmly, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Explains why you guys are here and Selby’s dead.” Your brows shot up at that, must of been new information that she got while you were upstairs.

“Why are you here, Sharon?” Sam questioned.

“She was one of the ones who stole Steve’s shield, remember?” You stepped forward, raising your gun to gesture to the men in front of you. “And the wings, so your ass,” you waved at Sam, “could save his ass,” at Barnes, “from his ass.” You lowered your gun and stepped in front of Zemo, staring the man down. Your fist balled and you launched it at Zemo, landing a solid hit to his cheekbone.

Barnes grabbed your hand, twisting your body to slot against his with your arm bent behind your back. He leaned close to your ear, breath making shivers trickle down your spine. “I only let you do that because I’ve wanted to for a while now, so don’t get any more ideas.” Your breath hitched because of the proximity of the man behind you.

“Alright, give me my Y/N back.” Sharon said, lowering her gun to holster it. Bucky held onto you for a few more seconds than necessary and then pushed you towards Sharon as he released you. You scoffed, then shoved your gun into the waistband of your jeans. Sam and Sharon had already started their own conversation by the time you calmed down enough to face Barnes.

Sharon bobbed her head to you, an unspoken language between the two of you. After bringing them into your home, Sam began admiring the artwork in the first floor gallery. “Looks like breaking the law is treating you two well.”

“Before even graduating into the Agency, I had a place over here. Never had any intention on using it, but here we are.” You started, “Then, after having to flee Berlin, for you,” You shot a look at Bucky, “we figured if we had to hustle, might as well enjoy the good life. Do you know how much we can get for a real Monet?”

“Deactivate your hustle mode. You sell fake Monet’s.” Sharon shot him a look, about to defend us when Zemo cut in.

“No. She means real. This gallery is specialized in stolen artwork. Monet. Van Gogh. All the classics.” Sam made a face of disbelief.

“It’s true. You know, half the artwork in museums like the Louvre is fake. Real stuff sits in places like this.” Bucky gestured to the gallery. Sam pulled his phone out of his suit pocket.

“Okay, guys, I see what you’re doing. You’re more worldly than good old Sam.” He was typing furiously as he spoke. Bucky passed him, soundlessly following you and Sharon to the upstairs apartment.

“Yeah. What’s Google say?” Once the five of you got upstairs, Sharon began walking them into her office, telling them that they needed to change because we were hosting clients. It didn’t take long for the men to switch outfits. It was refreshing to see Barnes in something other than combat gear or a torn Henley. Sharon followed you in the office, making a remark at Sam while he apologised.

“Look, you know the whole hero thing is a joke, right? The way you gave up that shield, deep down, you must know it’s all hypocrisy.” She said as you plopped yourself on one of the plush chairs across from the couch, holding a clear glass full of whiskey.

“He knows. And not so deep down.” Zemo added quietly, since when is Zemo informed? Sharon glazed over his comment, opting for asking about the new Cap while filling a glass for herself.

“Don’t get me started.” Barnes spoke for the first time since being downstairs. You narrowed your eyes at the man.

“Please. You buy into all that stars and stripes bullshit.” You swung your glass to Zemo, “Before you were his pet psychopath, you were Mr. America! Cap’s best friend.” His gaze darted over to you, nose wrinkling at your comment.

“Do you know who I am?” He tried to be intimidating but it was just funny to you. You were taking a drink to moisten your throat to fire back a witty comeback, when Sharon spoke for you.

“Oh trust me, she knows. She did a report on you freshman year of high school.” You started choking on your drink as Sharon smirked from the couch next to Barnes. His brows raised and a smug smile graced his face.

“She did now?” Clearly he was a different man from the last time you saw him. Meeting his eyes for the fourth time ever, you were surprised with what you saw. There was almost a hunger lingering behind his eyes.

“Most definitely. I don’t even know how many times she went to the Smithsonian to see the exhibit about you.” You glared at Sharon, who continued to talk, unbothered by you. She raised her own glass to her lips, speaking into her cup, muffling her words. “Honestly, think she developed a little crush.” Barnes’ eyes never left your face, his mind racing.

“Wait, so the entire time you were helping me and Steve, you had a crush on Tin Man?” Sam interjected, wanting to be included in the conversation. You rolled your eyes and gave a subtle nod to Sam. The action wasn’t missed by Bucky.

“Which is why I think it must’ve been really hard for you to ask him of all people for help. They comin’ down real hard on you out there?” You asked Barnes with a smirk and a head tilt towards Zemo. “I know he fucked you up real good, triggering the Soldier, Barnes.”

Sam laughed beside him. “Dude, that’s basically what you told Walker.” Barnes threw a glare at Sam, who had clapped a hand on his metal shoulder. The conversation dissipated after your comment, guess you killed the vibe.

Sam turned to a relaxed Sharon, “We need your help.” Her body tensed, neither one of you was ready to throw yourself back into enemy territory. “I can get your name cleared.” He dangled a huge bargaining chip in front of her face. You knew Sharon was eager to get back to the States. She misses her dad. It was unfair of Sam to use that as a way to gain her favor.

“Haggling with someone’s life like that isn’t okay, Sam.” You said quietly, focusing your gaze on the glass in your hand.

“It’s not like that, Y/N.”

“Yes, it is, Sam.” You said firmly. “You can’t just say something like that. I know you’re an Avenger. That’s great shit, but you need to realize that if you can’t deliver on your word, we go to jail or worse. You know that.”

“I don’t trust charity, Sam.” Sharon said from beside Barnes.

“All right, a deal then. You help us out, and I get your names cleared.” Your nostrils flared and you shook your head. Sharon agreed, blinded by the possibility of seeing her family again. You don’t doubt that she thought through all the outcomes, it just wasn’t the route you would’ve taken.

“We sell to some pretty connected people. Lay low, blend in, and enjoy the party.” She got up, exiting the office.

“Try to stay outta trouble, boys.” You said placing your glass on Sharon’s desk as you left. “We’ll see what we can find.”

*********************************

You were standing next to Sharon when the three men joined the party. Leaning over to Sharon, you told her you were going to get a drink from the bar. You pushed your way through the crowd, planting yourself on a stool in front of the countertop. Nodding your head at the bartender, they passed you a bottle of club soda.

“Not drinking tonight?” A raspy voice questioned over your shoulder. You turned to face the owner as you shrugged your shoulders.

“Already had my fill. And technically, I’m supposed to be working, Barnes.” Your eyes met with his again. You couldn’t tell if it was the light in the room or if it was just him, but they were a deeper shade of blue than before. He leaned his weight on his elbow that was resting on the bar top next to you. He was so close you could feel his body heat rolling off him in waves.

His eyes roamed your face, stopping on your lips as he spoke. “You know you can call me Bucky, right?” You made a face, bringing your bottle to your mouth. He watched intently as your lips wrapped around the opening.

“We’ve never had a single conversation before today. And the first time you actually met me, you twisted my arm behind my back because I punched the dickwad standing next to you.” You took another sip and his eyes drifted down to your throat. He watched as it bobbed when you swallowed.

“So, yeah. I’m going to call you Barnes.” You leaned closer, “I’ve never been given permission to call you anything else.” You could tell you struck something. Something that he didn’t even possibly know about. His face heated and he had to clear his throat before speaking.

“Um, okay. Well you can call me Bucky or if you want, James.” Your brow quirked and you pulled back to take him in fully.

“How many people have you let call you that since you got your free will back?” Your tone was serious, but your face held a smile.

“None, doll.” His eyes ran over your face again. “I just want to hear how it’ll sound coming from your mouth.” One of his metal fingers came up to rest on your bottom lip as your smile grew.

“James.” You whispered, just for him. What he was giving you was a privilege, one you were going to revel in. One corner of his mouth tugged upwards.

“Again.” He growled as his finger remained on your lip.

“James.”

“Again.”

“James.” The party around the two of you faded away. In your reality, it was just you and the man in front of you. A peaceful place, where nothing could change what was happening right at that moment.

Of course, reality is a bitch. And you never got what you wanted. Your jaw clenched as soon as your phone pinged. James dropped his hand from your face as he read the text with you.

Found Nagel. Meet us outside and if you find Bucky, tell him too.

You scrunched your nose and bit your lip. James’ hand was quick to pull your lip from your front teeth, before resting there for a second as he studied your face. He stepped back quickly, nodding his head for you to follow him.

**************************************

You don’t know how the hell Sharon managed to find him, but she did. You were in a shipping yard for storage cars. “Madripoor could give New York a run for its money.” Sam said as the five of you weaved your way through the containers.

“With a bounty on your head, the longer you’re in Madripoor, the less likely you’re ever leaving.” She glanced down at her phone in her hand. Nodding toward a red container, “Alright, he’s in there. Container 4621.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out five earpieces.

“We’ll keep watch while you guys talk to Nagel. But hurry. We’re on borrowed time.” You said as you watched everyone situate their pieces. Sharon turned around and began walking down an aisle not far from the container Nagel was in. You stopped James before he could go anywhere.

“Hey, be careful.” His eyes met yours and they were back to the normal steel blue. “Don’t forget who you are, James.” Something flashed behind his eyes, but his face showed no change.

“You too, Y/N. Don’t make me come out here and save your ass.” His eyes flicked down quickly and a smile spread quickly. “I mean, not that I would mind.” You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder, turning and walking down the aisle Sharon did.

“So,” She was leaned against a rusted container with a smug smile. “You and Bucky, huh?” You groaned and stood next to her.

“I don’t know, Shar. Neither one of us should be in a relationship. Especially since we’re both Enemies of the State, well one of us is, the other one was.” You turned your head to look at her. “What do you think about all of this?” She opened her mouth to speak when you both heard something ricochet off a metal wall.

She raised a finger to her mouth and crouched down before pressing that same finger to her earpiece. “Guys, we have company.” She took off down one end of the aisle and you down the opposite, ready to attack from both sides. There were three men walking towards Nagel’s container, you shot a look down to Sharon and she nodded.

She came from the back with a baton, whacking the last guy once in the knees and once in the head, disarming him. When the front man turned to help his comrade, you did the same move to him with your own baton. You both continued trading blows with the men. You had effectively taken out the first man, using his thigh to latch yourself to the third man’s shoulders. Situating yourself to use your body weight to flip him over, definitely knocking him out.

“Every bounty hunter in the city is here. We gotta go now, boys!” You yelled to your earpiece as you watched Sharon fight off another opponent.

It wasn’t until the gunfire started that Sharon said something else into the piece. “Guys, we’re seriously outta time here.” You both split off, out of each other’s view, battling your own demons. You were currently dealing with two of those said demons, when a third approached from behind. Locking you in a chokehold as the other two continued punching your ribs.

One of the hunters was suddenly ripped away from you. Punches were landing and groans were echoing through the alleyways. You threw all your body weight forward, throwing your assailant over your shoulder. Two gunshots rang out and then a third one, which landed a bullet hole between your aggressors eyes. Your head whipped around to face James, whose arm dropped back to his side.

He walked towards you, putting a hand on your back leading you to where Sharon and Sam were standing. Zemo pulled up in a blue convertible car, “Supercharged.” was all he said. Sam pointed his finger at the man in the driver’s seat.

“You’re going back to jail.”

“Do you want to find Karli or not?” James sighed heavily, his shoulder sinking with the action.

“He’s right. We need him. And there’s two of us, and at least twenty of them.” James got in the front seat, leaving the door open for Sam.

“Fine. But if you try that shit again--”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Zemo raised his hands in surrender. Sam turned to Sharon.

“Well, that was one hell of a reunion.” You leaned over the open door to talk to James. He looked at you with a sad face.

“Why don’t you come back to the States with us?” He tilted his head. “We could clearly use your help, doll.” You smiled at that and licked your lips before responding.

“You know we can’t. Not yet anyway.” He placed his finger back on your bottom lip, maintaining eye contact. “This isn’t the last you’ll see of me, James. That I can promise you.” He smiled and dropped his hand back to his lap.

Sam climbed into the seat behind James. “You’re not going to move your seat up, are you?” James smirked before replying.

“No.” You watched as they drove off, desperately wanting to see James again already.

You turned back to Sharon and the two of you began walking back towards High Town. “I think you should go for it.”

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If you get the chance to do a part two for Bucky x Reader aka Steve's ex, where she has super healing/ can't die, here's a possible prompt or 2...

"Don't worry about me gentlemen, I always get up, wether I want to or not." Precedes to jump off a building or out a plane... kinda like in Tfatws, also sounds pretty sad but I love all the angsty sad writing...🤔😳

Like bucky swinging his metal arm, sorta getting pumped up before a fight I was thinking considering reader's powers, maybe she pounds her fists together or spins her arms n punches a wall hard enough to break her knuckles but since she heals super fast it's like an adrenaline thing to get ready for the pain of the upcoming fight. Sounds kinda violent so sorry if that's bad.

Just in the prompt mood I guess no idea if any of them would work.. also currently obsessed with your writing n so glad you answered a bunch of my asks cos I've always been too nervous to ask before. any who hope you're well n take care ☺️👍🏼

Thanks for the request!

Part 1 here

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Fem!reader

Setting: post FATWS

Warning: angst, violence, blood, kidnapping

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gifs belong to the creators.

The Vigilante PT.2

"Do we need to go over the plan again or--"

"Sam, we're good, seriously." Y/n said while putting her gun into the folder. Bucky nodded at his best friend and Sam relaxed. "Okay, so y/n will go in there and will distract them while me and Bucky take the weapons away." He concluded and y/n and Bucky both nodded.

"I'll go check the perimeter, try not to kill each other." Sam said and his eyes travelled from the Vigilante to his friend. Bucky rolled his eyes while looking at him flying away from the plane they were travelling on.

Y/n looked at the soldier, he was rotating his vibranium arm. "Is this from Wakanda?" She asked while reaching her arm and hesitating. He nodded, and she stared at him. "Can I?" She asked, her hand centimetres away from the metal and he nodded. She touched his arm, her fingers travelling on the cold vibranium while he stared at the slow movement, mostly surprised at the fact that he didn't mind her touch at all. "King T'Challa gave me this as a fresh start, because the old one was..." He stopped, his voice shaking. She nodded and lowered her hand. "I understand, Hydra didn't exactly care about what use had to be made of their..." She hesitated. "Experiments." She concluded, a bitter smile appearing on her face while she looked away. Bucky sighed. "What did they do to you?" He asked, his question so spontaneous that y/n stumbled back. No one ever asked her what she had to go through to become a Vigilante, she never had to tell her story so she didn't even know how to put it into words. He stared at her and tilted his head. "I'm sorry, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He apologized but she shook her head. "No, it's okay. It's just... I never told anything to anyone." She admitted and he frowned. "No one ever asked?" He asked in surprise. She shrugged. "Well, the only people I've actually considered close are you and Steve. For the rest of my life, I've always been alone." She honestly confessed.

Bucky opened his mouth, not able to say anything at all; he stared at her and saw the sweet and clever girl who quickly became his friend and dated Steve back in 1940. She didn't look like a spy, a killer, a skilled agent or an immortal creature, she just looked like a normal girl, with insecurities and fragilities. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, for whatever happened." He whispered and she nervously chuckled while preparing for the mission. "Well, probably I deserved it all." She said and kept walking around to collect her things. Bucky gently took her arm and she froze, his touch giving her goosebumps.

She looked at him, his eyes showing a mix of emotions that she wasn't able to decipher or maybe she didn't want to. "No one deserves what Hydra did to people, let alone you." He said, his voice firm and his hand delicate on her arm. She shook her head. "You have no idea of the things I've done, of the people I've killed, the government I destroyed and the families I've ruined. The only moment in my life that wasn't filled with blood and killing was the year I spent as Steve's girlfriend, the year I spent as your friend. I am a mon--" she tried to say, but he put his hand on her cheek and interrupted her. "Then I'm a monster too," He said. She shook her head, her eyes watery while he caressed her cheek. "We never had any choice and I never thought I was going to say this but, we should go easier on ourselves." He concluded, surprised at the things he was saying.

He always believed he was a monster too, that his past was always going to define him as a bad person, but hearing her talking like that about herself broke his heart. She desperately tried to hold back the tears while nervously smiling. "I'm glad you forgave yourself, you deserve it." She said, and she really meant it. She always had a soft spot for Bucky and knowing that he was able to toss aside the horrors of his past was a relief to y/n.

Bucky shook his head. "You should do it too." He insisted but she sighed. "I've been responsible for things I cannot forgive myself about." She added and he frowned, his face showing how curious he was. She tilted her head, desperately wanting to tell someone about what tormented her since she was a teenager, but in that moment, Sam flew back inside and Bucky immediately stepped back, as she did too.

Sam looked at them for a second but decided not to say anything. "So... Everything is clear. We're about to fly on the building and y/n," he looked at her. "Tell us when you're ready so we tell the pilot to lower the plane on the roof and--" He froze, because she was already about to jump. Bucky grabbed her arm with his vibranium hand and looked at her in shock. "Have you lost your mind?" He asked, the wind so noisy that he had to shout. She laughed while looking at him and Sam. "Don't worry about me gentlemen, I always get up, wether I want to or not." She said and winked before jumping.

Sam and Bucky both looked at her in total terror but she managed to perfectly land, her movements so gracious that she didn't look human, then she ran inside the building.

Sam looked at Bucky. "Am I the only one that can't jump from a flying plane?" He asked and Bucky couldn't help but smile. Sam looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "So, did you kiss?" He suddenly asked. Bucky gasped, his eyes widened while he stared at him in shock. "What?!" He asked and his best friend laughed. "Oh come on, you were pretty close." He finally said. Bucky shook his head and felt his cheeks getting red while Sam kept laughing. "Shut up, Sam."

*3 weeks later*

The mission was half a success: after weeks of trying, they managed to take the weapons away but they failed to capture some of the men. The majority they managed to arrest, were mostly not informed about the essential things regarding the organisation.

"The CEO of this trashy organisation must be very smart." Sam pointed out while the three of them were sitting in a bar, finally drinking a beer all together after the last mission. Y/n nodded. "He must have revealed the important stuff only to his closest men." She added and Bucky agreed too. "Well, I hope this whole story is simply over." He said and y/n couldn't hold a laugh. "You can't wait to stop working with me, uhm?" She joked, but Bucky froze and looked at her. "Probably." He said.

Y/n raised her eyes to look at him, a sudden awkwardness spreading in the air while Sam raised an eyebrow. "Well, I... Uhm, I..." He didn't know what to say to fill that embarrassing silence, so y/n put her glass down and stood up.. "It's okay, your torture is over." She said and grabbed her leather jacket while staring an Bucky and stepping away. "Y/n?" He tried to call her but she was already leaving the bar. Bucky sighed.

"You should go talk to her." Sam said while drinking from his glass, his best friend shook his head. "It wouldn't make sense." He said but Sam chuckled in frustration. "Oh for god's sake, you like her! Maybe you even have feelings for her! You have spent these last weeks forcing yourself to hide it and don't even try to say otherwise, I know you, Barnes. Does letting her go make sense instead?" He asked, his voice firm and his eyes analysing Bucky. He thought about it for a minute, his forehead filled with pensive wrinkles and his lips pressed, thinking about how actually beautiful it had been sharing the last weeks with her, working with her, fighting side by side with her and getting to know her again. It took him a minute, then he stood up. Sam laughed. "See you tomorrow." He said while watching him leaving.

Y/n was just a few steps ahead, her arms crossed over her chest and her legs moving fast. Bucky quickly walked to her and grabbed her arm, so she snapped: her combat reflexes made her immediately lower and she almost punched him in the face, he managed to grab her first last minute. "You must be really mad." He joked and she stepped back and looked at him in shock. "Are you crazy? Never sneak at a fighter's back like that." She scolded him and his lips curved into a tiny smile. "It's okay." He said and she shook her head. "I could have hurt you and you know that." She said and he nodded. "Oh, trust me, I know." He concluded.

She sighed, her eyes scanning Bucky. "What do you want?" She asked and the soldier shrugged. "To apologize, I've been..." He hesitated and she puffed. "An asshole." She added, Bucky smiled. "I was about to say rude." He concluded and she shook her head. "It's okay, I know you can't stand me and I know you hated these three weeks. The job is over, you won't have to see me anymore." She said and he bit his lower lip, his hands in his pocket and his body tensed. "It's not like that..." He whispered, not sure how to put her thoughts into words.

She sighed. "So how is it? Why don't you just tell me truth for once?" She suddenly asked, her tone showing how bothered she was. He took a breath, his eyes fixed on his own feet. "I'm not sure." He said and she rolled her eyes, tired of not having any certainty at all. "Is this because I left Steve? I'm deeply sorry, I didn't want to, but the Hydra threatened me to kill him and you too. I was alone, scared, manipulated, the job I had was my entire life and the only reason why I managed to not to kill myself, it gave me a purpose, no matter how bad it was," she started to say, her voice shaking and her eyes filling with tears. "They took my family, tortured them. When they were training me, my every fail meant pain for them, untill they died and I became their killing machine. I've been responsible for my family's death and I decided not to love anyone ever again," she went on, tears running down her cheeks. "Then I met you, we spent that night together and I opened my heart again. Steve happened and when I found out you were his best friend I thought I had found my place. I loved Steve, I really did, but I loved you too. I know we were best friends and I wasn't supposed to love you too, but I wasn't able to decide for my heart," she finally confessed. Bucky stumbled back as if she had just punched him, not sure how he was feeling, so she went on. "That's another reason why I left: no matter how much I loved Steve, I felt shitty for loving his best friend as well and that's another thing I never forgave to myself." She concluded, her voice shaking and her eyes filled with sadness. Bucky stared at her, his heart suggesting him to step closer to her but his body not willing to cooperate. "I didn't know..." He managed to say, his own words sounding empty to himself.

She shook her head. "How could you? I know you hate me, and that's okay, I get it." She said but Bucky couldn't just stay there and let her believe that. He shook his head and walked to her, his vibranium arm grabbing hers while he lifted her chin with the other one. "Hey, look at me. I don't hate you, I never managed. I was shocked when you left back in 1940 and I was shocked when I saw you three weeks ago, but I am happy that you're still alive. I'm sorry for what happened to you, you didn't deserve it and it doesn't make you a bad person. Hydra took much away from me too and it took a lot to me to understand that it was not my fault and I get it, okay? It sucks and you feel a murderer, a monster, a heartless machine, but the fact that you feel like this is also what shows that you are the complete opposite of these things." He said, his voice firm and his eyes stuck into hers.

She looked at him, tears running down her face while she couldn't hold them anymore, her lips pressed and her body slightly shaking. "Bucky, I..." She tried to say, but she didn't know how to tell him that she just wanted to kiss him, that she still loved him. All those years she had never stopped thinking about Steve and him, and when Bucky came into her thoughts it was so hard to let him go. Those last weeks with him made her realize that she hadn't felt that happy in decades.

She caressed his cheek, her touch familiar to him as if it hadn't passed a single day since their first and last night spent together. She traced his cheekbone with her finger, travelling to his lower lip. She caressed him, her touch delicate and her eyes stuck into his. He stepped closed, his hand grabbing her waist to pull her toward him and his lips centimetres away from his. Bucky's lips barely touched hers, as if he was scared that she could fade away, while his hand pressed on her cheek. "You said you loved me, you still do?" He asked, his voice a whisper.

Y/n looked at him, a mix of emotions crossing her face, then she opened her mouth to answer, but in that moment, she got shot: she stumbled back and looked at her hip, an excruciating pain invading her whole body. She looked back at Bucky and noticed the shock in his eyes, his hand immediately pressing on her wound while he slowly layed her down with the other one. "Y/n!" He called her and she started seeing black spots, clear signal of the fact that she was about to pass out. "The bullet..." She whispered, trying to tell him that it had to be removed: she could heal faster than a regular human being, but the wound couldn't close with the bullet still inside. He immediately nodded and reached his hand to take it out when a small dart embedded itself in his neck. Y/n widened her eyes, her hand automatically taking it ou. Bucky looked at it and opened his mouth. "No..." He whispered, perfectly aware that she was the target and not him. He tried to quickly remove the bullet from her hip but the strength were already abandoning him. She looked at him in total pain, her eyes stuck into his while he started to lie down next to her. "It's okay, I'll be okay." She said and he shook his head, unable to talk or move.

They looked at each other while hearing footsteps approaching, and a couple of men lifted her up while she moaned in pain. "Leave him, we don't need him." A man said to the other who was carrying her away. Bucky looked at the man quickly walking to a car and putting her inside, her body totally abandoned and her eyes closed while the blood kept running down her hip. He tried to stand up, scream, do something but the blocker in the dart was incredibly powerful, so he closed his eyes thinking that he hadn't kissed her and told her that he still loved her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Bucky, wake up, you're scaring the shit out of me." Sam's voice was just a whisper to Bucky's ears, but he slowly opened his eyes and squeezed them to bring his friend into focus. The soldier shook his head and automatically sat up. "Where is y/n?" He immediately asked and Sam put a hand on his shoulder. "Woah, calm down, you've been unconscious for hours." He said and Bucky widened his eyes. "Hours?! We need to find her, they took her." Bucky started to panic and Sam frowned. "They took y/n? Who?" He asked in confusion and Bucky nodded. "The men we didn't manage to arrest, they took her away, she was..." He hesitated, thinking about the fact that she had lost so much blood. "Hurt. They shoot her and took her away, I couldn't help her..." He concluded, his voice slowly fading away. Sam opened his mouth in surprise and put a hand on his friend' shoulder. "They drugged you, it's not your fault." He reassured him and looked at him in his eyes.

Bucky shook his head in agitation. "We need to do som--" before he could finish his sentence, Sam's earpiece started buzzing. Sam frowned and removed it. "There is a video message." He said and Bucky grabbed the earpiece. "It must be her." He said and pressed a small button on the earpiece: the small devices started to project an image and Bucky's heart skipped a beat. Y/n was sitting on a dirty floor, surrounded by what seemed to be cement walls and with nothing but small blanket on her side. She looked straight into the small camera and shook her head.

"If hope you both will have the chance to see this video message because I had to hide this earpiece in my mouth for hours and it wasn't pleasurable at all," she started, trying to sound casual but she actually looked worried. "I'm healing pretty fast now but I think I have an infection, since I removed the bullet myself and I had nothing to disinfect my wound with, so I don't know how this is gonna end," she kept going while showing that she had applied a small piece of ripped blanket on her wound. "I think they want to use me to blackmail you and convincing you to return those weapons, but I'm pretty sure you're both smart enough to understand that I'm not worth the mission. These people need to be stopped, I'll take care of myself and I'll get out of here, but just in case I don't..." She hesitated, her lips pressed and her eyes watery. She took a deep breath. "I just wanted to thank Sam for trusting me with the operation, you're a great leader and I would definitely follow you in every mission, Cap." She said and softly smiled. Bucky perceived Sam slightly gasping at his side and he looked at him for a second, his eyes watery, before he looked back at y/n. "And Bucky, I don't even know where to start..." She took a deep breath, hands covered in stained blood running through her hair. "I hope we'll see each other again, but in case I die here just know that I'm sorry and the answer is yes, is yes and has always been yes," she said and smiled, she looked like a regular girl, with shining eyes filled with love and cheeks red of embarrassment. Bucky held his breath while she became serious again.

"Okay, I really have to go now. I'll destroy the earpiece so they won't have this technology for them. Don't come searching for me because this is exactly what they want. I'll see you soon guys, or not. Please, be safe." She concluded and the image faded away.

Nor Sam neither Bucky managed to say anything at all for a full minute, then Bucky stood up and grabbed his gun. Sam crossed his arms over his chest. "We're totally not listening to her, uhm?" He asked and Bucky mumbled, too distracted by his knives to answer. Sam put a hand on his shoulder. "Bucky, we don't even know where she is, we need a plan, we need help and--" he couldn't finish, because Bucky looked at him with watery eyes. "I can't lose her, Sam, not again." He said, his voice shaking while he desperately tried not to cry. Sam softly exhaled and nodded, his hand squeezed his friend's arm. "We'll find her, I promise." He said and Bucky nodded, immediately hiding his fragilities and focusing on his weapons again.

He put his gun into the folder and rotated his vibranium arm, there was no way at all that he was not going to find her, not now that he understood how much he still loved her.

Pt. 3?

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