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[bogusboxed]

Boxtober - Day 24: “Surprise Attack!”

Day 24: - Kate The Chaser X GN!Reader “Is this safe?” x “All the Hugs”

-I do not own “Kate The Chaser” and do not take credit for her.

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  You were a good distance behind as you watched closely. You could see Kate’s figure slowly but efficiently progressing deeper into the forest. You made sure to calculate every step you made to not alarm her. You were checking up on Kate because she took yet another mission and this was payback for it. You two had been together for a good while, but it seemed you weren’t. But this was only because Kate never stayed back at all, constantly going after another target or being caught up in some other proxy problem. And no matter how much you wanted her to stay back, she couldn’t and wouldn’t. But it didn’t mean she didn’t love you, and in fact, it was the total opposite. She was head over heels for you permanently and couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. It was just hard to maintain a romantic relationship with her because of the sheer amount of responsibility she had. And that made it seem like she was losing interest but it was far from it. So, today you were after some affirmation and physical affection from her in the dumbest way possible.

  Though, that's what you reminded yourself as you kept tabs on her. At least to your knowledge, she didn’t know you had tagged along. Thus, making this entire idea great and that it would have to go right. And the plan was a surprise attack. A surprise attack that included a hug that was very much needed. You thought to yourself as you crept against trees and shadows, watching your lover, waiting for the perfect moment to spook her. And thinking about it, this mission would be one of the best ones to pull off something like this. And the reason was that the target's home was far from the forest's heart. In other words, the further she had to travel away from the forest, the longer you would have to scare her. You could feel your breathing becoming sharp as you watched her carefully make her way through the thick brush. You could see by looking at her face that she had her hands firmly tucked away in her pockets and that her mask was tightly hung on her face. Your head hurt that she didn’t seem to even take note of your presence, which was off due to her being a proxy.

  Kate had always been the better proxy, seeming almost robotic due to the number of missions she took. The others were good, of course, but they still had a core value. While she didn't seem to have any mercy toward the innocent, just thinking about your plan seemed to collapse in on itself into doubt. 

"Is this safe?" you thought to yourself, watching her go further in.

   What if she thought you were a threat? What if she accidentally hurts you because of it? And all of these thoughts were racing through your head. These questions made you follow her less, but you still felt some need to do it anyway. You felt like you had to do this for your relationship. You just missed her too much not to interrupt her current mission. You needed her attention, and you could feel yourself drifting into thought. But you got pulled back in just by looking at her again.

  You tilted your head upon seeing her suddenly stop her movement. You froze as you watched her reach into her pocket. She soon pulled out a small phone. It looked to be an older version, and from what you could tell, she was tracking her target. As she changed direction, you did the same thing. She exhaled heavily, and you could sense some type of agitation arising. It was now or never, you decided as you tightly clutched the tree. You slowly pulled yourself out of it as you now stood behind her frame. The breeze passed between the both of you as you felt yourself swallow silently. All of this training came in handy when trying to sneak up on her. Though you had some type of worry, you also had a questionable amount of excitement running through you. And it was just enough to push you over the edge. You walked up behind her as she stopped again, gradually quickening your pace as you wrapped your arms around her. You instantly felt nostalgia and a sense of warmth spike. She flinched for a moment, and you could tell she snapped her head toward you before she exhaled in relief. You let go as you could tell she pushed her mask to the side of her face, indicating a sense of trust. 

"Is everything alright?" she muttered, looking at you with a sense of guilt. Her gaze fixated and seemed to lessen as her hair framed her face.

 "I kind of miss you," you answered, to which her gaze softened upon hearing.

   She seemed apprehensive but, relieved that nothing terrible happened, "You could’ve told me." she blinked at you as if she hadn’t been taking missions every single day. 

"Yeah, but, you have way too many missions," you exhaled, holding your arm in guilt and hurt.

   She paused for a moment before wrapping her arms around you. And it seemed to surprise you more than you did her. Her blood-stained hoodie held you as you embraced her back. She gave you the attention that you so desperately needed from her, and you could tell she missed you always by the way she held you. You took her in as she smelt just like the forest. It was the same smell you'd always associated her with and it made you feel like you were home. She held you like someone would hold a teddy bear that they received on Valentine's Day. You didn’t even notice how cold the forest was until she pulled away. She chuckled lightly, seeing your dumbfounded face. You looked up at her shining smile as you just got even more flustered at the sight. And whether you wanted to admit it or not, that smile always made your entire day. Especially when it was accompanied by a tint of pink on her cheeks.

 "What am I going to do with you?" she teased, slightly smiling at you. She knew full well that she had the exact problem herself.

 "Did the surprise attack get you at all?" you asked, feeling a smile creep on your face. 

"Well, I knew you’d follow me, just didn’t know when you’d attack." she quoted attack, seeing as neither of you had been hurt at all. And it wasn't too much of a surprise at all.

"I do have a mission though," she muttered, not wanting to bring up such a dark topic whilst in such a light mood. 

"I’ll go with you." you looked at her, just wanting to be with her. 

  She seemed taken aback by your response as she nodded in agreement. She had a light blush upon seeing how committed you were to be with her. Normally, she'd decline, knowing how hard her missions were and how much more was typically at stake with proxy missions. But, she just couldn't resist and couldn’t say no to the need for you to be by her side. And as the both of you went deeper into the forest, you got Kate’s target with her keeping a protective gaze locked on you. And in the end, you both had a great time being in each other’s presence once again and spent a good day after that just cuddling with one another to repair it.

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[buckyismybicycle]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers [AO3 Link] Explicit: Teen Tags: Fluff and Light Angst, Goodbyes Summary: 

“I wish it didn’t have to be like this,” Steve blurts out. I wish I wasn’t losing you again. I wish you didn’t have to do this.

“It’s for the best, Steve,” Bucky reminds him. I have to.

For @flufftober Day 21: “Kiss for Good Luck” For @stuckybingo​ N1: “Long Distance”

“I don’t know if I’m worth all this,” Bucky says again, the worry etched in every line of his face.

“Buck,” Steve sighs with a firm hand on his shoulder. “What’d I say?”

“Please, allow me to make up for my… misdeeds earlier,” T’Challa insists, with a kind smile.

Bucky shrugs it off, uncomfortable with the thought of owing the King anything, feeling like he deserved what happened in Bucharest.

“Really, we appreciate this,” Steve answers for him, shaking T’Challa’s hand while Bucky looks out the floor-to-ceiling glass window at the city beneath them. He’s already made up his mind, despite Steve trying to dissuade him. Now, he just wants to enjoy his last few moments.

“It will take some time to prepare the chamber,” T’Challa informs him, as if reading his mind. “If you would like to explore the city, you are welcome to do so. Ayo or Okoye can accompany you.” He nods to his royal guard.

Steve looks at Bucky, and must see the longing in his face. “That’d be great,” he agrees softly.

“Thank you,” Bucky says finally, lifting his head to look T’Challa in the eyes out of respect. He’s rewarded with a small smile and nod. The king then looks to his Dora Milaje and gestures with his head.

A slender woman steps forward, her head bald and expression stony with seriousness.

“Ayo can show you around, but you are free to wander if you wish, she will simply follow to ensure you do not get lost. We’ll see you shortly.”

With another polite nod that both Steve and Bucky return, he turns to leave the room. Ayo, spear in hand, stands at the ready.

“Shall we?” Steve asks, a forced smile on his face, feeling the impending end of their time together.

—

Bucky doesn’t even have words for how stunning the Golden City is – its people are bustling about, the air filled with chatter and heavenly aromas that Bucky’s never encountered. It feels… warm. Safe.

It’s almost jarring how different it is for him. Not six hours ago, he’d nearly lost his life and considered himself lucky enough to lose only the arm. Before that, he’d been on the run, alone and without much optimism. His life then had only promised a bleak future of hiding and constantly moving around in the shadows.

Here? Now?

He feels life in the streets, all around him.

Down one path he sees a man and woman laughing over something, joyous expressions that are highlighted by the sun overhead.

His skin feels warm, kissed by the rays of sun that peak out behind the towering buildings. If he closes his eyes, the wind catches the ends of his hair, flapping it gently in the breeze. The language is new to him, one that isn’t in his repertoire, and it sounds like an unfamiliar, but beautiful, melody.

It brings him close to tears.

“You alright, Buck?” Steve asks, obviously concerned at watching Bucky’s reaction.

Bucky nods, but can’t put into words what he feels. So, he simply holds Steve’s hand and squeezes, hoping that it conveys what he's thinking.

“It sure is beautiful,” Steve murmurs, as if agreeing. It’s close enough, so Bucky nods again, and Ayo keeps a smile to herself, her chest puffing with pride for her nation.

They take their time meandering the streets, turning in any direction that calls to them, whatever smells and colours catch their attention. Ayo follows some yards behind to give them some privacy, which Bucky is immensely grateful for. Nobody bats an eyelash at the two of them, displaced by their battered looks and plainclothes, walking hand in hand. Bucky inhales all the scents that waft down the street, but knows better than to try and eat anything before going into cryo.

“I wish it didn’t have to be like this,” Steve blurts out. I wish I wasn’t losing you again. I wish you didn’t have to do this.

“It’s for the best, Steve,” Bucky reminds him. I have to.

“Not for me,” Steve whispers sadly. It’s killing me to say goodbye.

“Don’t,” Bucky sighs. Me too.

It always ends this way, the fear of goodbyes lingering over their head causing their conversations to come to a screeching halt and end up back in a pit of gloom, the words that they don’t say being heard louder than the ones they do.

“C’mon, you got things to do. Tell me.” Bucky tries to change the subject to spare them.

Steve just shakes his head and shrugs, exhaling loudly. The burden sits heavily on his shoulders, Bucky can see it in the way Steve holds himself.

“I guess the first thing I gotta do is sort out what happens with them,” Steve says with that fiercely determined look that Bucky knows well.

Bucky nods encouragingly. “Tell them that I… I’m grateful for what they did. Even if it wasn’t for me. Still feels like it was my fault… They didn’t deserve that.”

“They did it because they knew it was right, Buck.” Steve’s voice is even stronger this time.

By the time the sun sets, and the goodbyes are impending, neither of them can really look each other in the eye for fear of breaking that fragile state of not crying.

“You sure about this?” Steve asks one more time – a desperate attempt, a futile hope that Bucky will change his mind.

“I can't trust my own mind,” Bucky responds. “So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head I think going back under is the best thing. For everybody.”

Steve doesn’t want to argue about it. Again. He just swallows and takes a deep breath in, like he isn’t crumbling on the inside.

“Remember when I shipped out to England?” Bucky asks quietly, looking up at him.

Steve commits this look to memory – it’s the softest that Steve has seen him since they found him in Bucharest. “Yeah. Of course.”

It doesn’t take long for him to catch onto what Bucky is getting at. He steps into Bucky’s space, between his legs, just like he had done decades ago.

“I’ll be seein’ you,” Bucky says, exactly as he’d done that night.

“Kiss for good luck,” Steve murmurs back before he meets Bucky halfway. Their lips press together for a brief, beautiful moment, where Steve is whole once more. When they have to pull away, Steve swears the colours around them dim again, like the world is a shade less bright without Bucky.

It’s possibly one of the worst feelings he’s ever endured, watching Bucky step into the cryo chamber. Sure, the Wakandans have made theirs less terrifying, but it doesn’t stop Steve’s skin from crawling.

Bucky leans back and lets himself be strapped in, and Steve will never forget the hissing noise the chamber makes as it takes Bucky from him.

Again.

How many times will he lose Bucky? He steps to the window, to cling to some semblance of that warmth and liveliness they experienced down there in the streets, but it doesn’t come.

T’Challa comes to him, but doesn’t say anything, just to be a steady presence.

After a moment, Steve remembers his manners. “Thank you for this.”

“Your friend and my father, they were both victims. If I can help one of them find peace…” T’Challa trails off, his point made.

Steve wants to say that Bucky is so much more than just a friend, but he supposes it doesn’t make a difference right now. Not when Bucky’s under ice and he’s a fugitive.

“You know, if they find out he's here, they'll come for him,” Steve says instead.

T'Challa looks out at his city and with the calm, collected poise Steve admires so greatly, he actually smiles a bit. “Let them try.”

The confidence does wonders for Steve, like a promise to protect Bucky, or a bet that he’ll never be found here. Either way, he’s grateful. He knows he has to get his team back to where they belong, so he says his final goodbyes and thanks, and stops at Bucky’s tank before they wheel him away.

He’ll carry Bucky with him when he leaves, he’ll carry Bucky with him always. No matter the time, however long it may be, no matter the distance, however far away.

Bucky looks so serene, despite the bruising and cut on his cheek. Eyes closed and face slack, he simply looks to be sleeping — peacefully, at that. Steve lifts his hand to the glass, wishing he could — trying to promise — praying that Bucky will —

There’s so much to say and yet nothing at all.

“You’re safe now,” he whispers. It’s the only solace he can offer, but he’s not sure if it’s for Bucky or for himself.

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[disasterfandoms]

I have a request for fluffttober

It's for Brock the idea of sleepy kisses, after a spin up or deployment is just so cute

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#request #flufftober