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[simmonsofshield]

Broken, Mended

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Summary: After breaking off an engagement, Y/N may have possibly hit rock bottom. But she doesn’t have time to think about it because she gets deployed to Iraq. Leaving their daughter with her friend, Sam Wilson, she’s gone for a year. She doesn’t like talking about her ex-fiance and is unsure if she’ll ever be able to love again. What happens a certain Captain is his literal doppleganger?

Words: 1700+

Warnings: mentions of murder? it’s knives out, yall.

A/N:  Y/N was engaged to Ransom. Spoilers for Knives Out in this first part. This is for @ussgallifreyfics​ 550 follower writing challenge! Congrats! And you’re already over 700? Way to go!! I chose the prompts home and roses. Takes place during Civil War.

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Flashback Y/N sits in one of the many ornate chairs in the livingroom, tears streaming down her face. Joni tries to comfort her while Linda holds her now 3 year old, Rosemary. Ransom runs after her trying to stutter out an excuse, not that he could. Detective Benoit Blanc and Marta both figured out it was him who killed Harlan, there was nothing that he could do that would get her to forgive him.

“Y/N, baby, please just listen to me.”

“No, Hugh. This-This is-ugh! How could you do something like this when we have a child? Linda, would you-” Linda nods and walks out of the room with Rosemary still in her arms. Y/N continues, “How am I supposed to explain to her that Daddy’s in jail and never going to see him again?”

He gives her an exasperated look that said ‘you’re ridiculous,’ “Never? Babe, come on. I’m going to get the best lawyers on my case and I’ll probably get no jail time. I’ll be in and out of court in a matter of days.”

“You literally killed your grandfather, Hugh.”

“Don’t call me Hugh. Only the help calls me that.”

“The help? Are you serious? God, were you always this insufferable and I just didn’t see it? After all this you don’t deserve to be called Ransom. And you know, I love your whole family. They’ve been great helping you with Rosemary while I’ve been gone. Your mother I can clearly tell has enjoyed all the grandma time...”

He speaks through clenched teeth, “What are you saying?”

Y/N begins to take the beautiful ring that has been on her finger or around her neck for the last three years. “I’m saying that it’s over, Hugh.” 

She takes it fully off and walks over to him, setting it on the entryway table beside him. Now in cuffs, he just stares at it and back at her. She can tell he’s upset, maybe a little heartbroken, but not a single tear falls from his face. Noticing this just breaks her more. She backs away as tears begin welling up in her eyes.

“I really did love you.”

And with that the cops take him out and put him in the back of their car. 

The family has their own drama now having to deal with Harlan giving literally everything to Marta and nothing to them. In that sense, Y/N is relieved to not be tied to them anymore. Though she is still going to miss them.

She picks up her phone and calls one of the only people she would at a time like this. “Hello?” “Sergeant. How are you on this fine day?” “Better now that I’m talking to one of my favorite people.” She can hear the smile on his face. “How are you, Y/N?” “Fine, Sammy.” He knows what she really means when the nickname is used. “Y/N, what happened? Do you need me to pick you up?” “No. It’s okay, I have a car. Is that spare room still open though?” “Always for you.” A sad smile appears on her face. “Rosemary and I may need it for a few days.” “When will you be here?” “Later tonight. I’ll text when I’m close.” “Okay, see you then.” “Bye, Sammy. Thanks.” And with that she hangs up.

“Mama?” 

She wipes away any remaining tears and turns with the best smile she can muster, looking down at the light of her life. “Yes, flower?”

“Who were you talking to?”

“An old army buddy. Do you remember Sam? You met him about a year and a half ago.”

“Mm-mm.” she shakes her little head.

“That’s okay. Would you like to meet him again?”

“Is he in Afstan?”

“Afghanistan?” Y/N chuckles, “No, he’s in DC. Just a car ride away.”

“Then yes! I want to remember him.”

“Okay! Well, there’s no time like the present, so why don’t we pack up our things and put them in the car?”

“What about Gramma, and daddy, and Marta, and Megan, and-”

She cuts off her daughter, “Whoa there. There’s a lot going on right now after Paba went to heaven. They have a lot to work out. We can help them by going on vacation to see Sam.”

That seems to satisfy the 3 year old. She runs up the stairs to her room to begin packing, “Okay! Let’s go then!”

Present day Three. That’s how many tours Y/N has been on now. Not that she doesn’t like it. She loves serving her country. But, it’s just too much time away from her daughter. Years she’s missed out on her daughter growing up. She explains as good as she can and hopes that her daughter understands. Mommy leaving a year at a time and having to stay with Uncle Sam is a lot for a toddler’s mind to take in, however. 

Slowly opening her eyes, Y/N stretches as good as she can in the cramped plane seating. She opens the small shade and looks out the plane window. Water, but she has a feeling they’re close. She slept for a while. Not a moment later, the flight attendant’s voice comes over the intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our descent into Virginia, Washington Dulles International Airport. We should land at approximately 5:50pm, which is just under an hour from now. Please turn off any electronics and stay seated and buckled up until we land and the seatbelt sign is turned off. Thank you for flying United and we welcome you to America and our Nation’s capital.”

The next hour is filled with nervous excitement as Y/N thinks about finally being home and seeing her Rosemary again. It had been a long, hard year in Iraq and she was ready to relax and have a fun summer with her and Sam.

They land and everyone files off the plane. As she walks through the airport, she gets a few salutes and ‘thanks for your service.’ She just smiles back as she looks for something to eat. After doing so, she beelines for baggage claim. Coming down the escalator, she sees many posters welcoming family members and other soldiers home. It doesn’t take long for her to find the one made for her. Bright blonde curls are holding it as best she can above her head and it makes Y/N laugh. It says Welcome Home Mommy! in gold glitter on bright pink paper. Not hard to miss. Little arms quickly bring it down as she trades the poster for what Sam was holding before running over to her.

Y/N crouches down, arms out as her little one barrels into her. Happy tears run down both their faces. 

“Mommy, mommy, look!” she hands the flowers over so she can wipe her face. “They’re called roses. Aren’t they pretty?”

“They're beautiful, baby.”

“They have my name in it!”

She laughs, “They sure do.” 

She stands up, carrying the bouquet in one hand, holding her daughter’s hand with the other as they walk to Sam. “Got anything for me?”

“Uh, no.”

She takes a sharp inhale, “Gotta step up your game, Wilson. You’re getting beat out by a four year old.”

He hangs his head in mock defeat but quickly brings it back up with his signature gap-toothed grin. She knocks shoulders with him as they continue their walk to baggage claim.

“So how has this year been with Sam, little one?” Y/N asks as they drive back to his place. “Was it so much fun?”

“Yeah! Did you know I turned four while you were gone?”

Y/N gasped, “No! I thought you looked taller.”

“Yeah! And on my birthday, Uncle Sam let my bestest best friends come to his house.”

“Ooh, I bet that was fun.” She side-eyes Sam who is smiling but shaking his head. She assumes having a bunch of kindergarteners is his house was not something he expected to ever happen.

“It was amazing!”

“How’s kindergarten going?”

“Good.” she answers with a shrug, “we’re learning letters and colors and shapes and how to count to a hundred.”

“Wow. You’re going to be smarter than me someday.”

She looks at her daughter in the rearview mirror who is just smiling. Only a few minutes pass before she’s out in her carseat. As if he was waiting for this moment, Sam speaks, “So, how was it?”

Y/N shrugs, “The usual, I guess. Nothing to report.”

“Okay.” he nods slightly “Can we talk about the other thing then?”

Y/N sighs, “Now?” she asks, trying to avoid the upcoming conversation.

“When else, Y/N? You avoid it by spending most of your time with Ro, and at night you don’t want to because you’re ‘too tired.’”

“I was just on a really long flight, Sam-”

“No. I don’t want to demand it out of you but don’t you think you owe me an explanation? I opened my house to you for five months, then I had to spend a year with your daughter and everyone thinking she’s mine, and having to explain that ‘no, mom’s in the army and i’m just looking after her.’”

“And you think that me telling you what happened in Boston is going to make your life easier? Sorry to be such an inconvenience.” Y/N asks, defensively.

He takes a deep breath, “You’re not. I’m sorry. It’s just, I let it go when you showed up because whatever happened was fresh. But then time kept going by and I thought you would bring it up on your own and you never did.”

She lets out the breath she’d been holding and nods slowly, “Yeah, well it was a lot to process. I’m going to give you the short version because that’s all I have the energy for right now.”

“I’ll take whatever you give me.”

She closes her eyes and takes another breath, “I’m sure you figured it out but I broke off the engagement with Ransom.”

“I did notice a lack of a ring when you first came. It must’ve been bad huh? You did love the guy.”

“Really bad.”

And he accepts that for now.

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[jbbuckybarnes]

Time Stops

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Desc: This is for @ussgallifreyfics​  #gallifreys500 writing challenge. Not beta read. Prompt: “They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true.” - Big Fish Warnings: FLUFF

MASTERLIST

They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true. You’ve seen it with friends that had met their soulmates the day they were ready to. They stopped aging. When you turned 18 you could find your soulmate and never age again. While that was beautiful, it also put a lot of pressure on you and a lot of pity on people growing old. Usually people would just feel who their soulmate is, but there also were soulmate marks. They weren’t big or anything to brag with, but yours was a little heart-shaped darker spot on the back of your right hand. Right between the thumb and the pointer finger connection. Definitely a space you massaged a lot when you got nervous.

Right now was one of those situations. You were waiting in line to get onto a plane to New York City. A trip you made once or twice a year to meet your friends. While you loved New York, you hated flying. The many alien attacks and whatnot of the last decade weren’t helping with your anxiety. The plane being delayed on top of that was even worse for your mind going in circles. A big man sat down next to you, putting down a duffle bag and getting out a book with the title, “Love, Simon.” Wasn’t that a book about a closeted teenage boy? Didn’t match up at all with the giant frame the man had, but you smiled to yourself. You scrolled through Instagram, created a new collection for cute cat pictures and went on about your anxiety soothing. When you were finally boarding, your anxiety went through the roof again. Thankfully you had downloaded a whole documentary for the flight, otherwise you’d go insane. When you were situated in the plane and had gotten out your headphones, the giant man found his seat, the one which just so happened to be next to you. It was about to get cozy, but you weren’t complaining. You’d rather have a giant man with a good taste in books next to you than a creep or a family with a newborn baby. After your heart almost jumped out of your chest while you took off you finally could relax and start watching your space documentary. Every now and then you felt him flip a page in his book very delicately. Your hand landed on the little table your phone was situated on to give him more space, which is when you started to feel the stare on you. Well, now it WAS a little creepy. He tapped your shoulder and you stopped the show and looked at him. Woah, wait, you knew that face. That was Bucky Barnes, wasn’t it? “Sorry for interrupting, I just...I saw you like space and, uh, could you tell me what documentary that is? It looks awesome.” he gave a shy smile before looking away, right hand going through his beard. Wait a damn second. “Huh?” he looked back at you confused. “I said that out loud.” you stated to yourself and closed your eyes. “Yes, you did.” Now he was grinning at you, eyeing your slightly flustered face. “Uh, your soulmate mark. Are you…?” your eyes went from his eyes to his hand. “What makes you think that?” “You didn’t really age but you also were in cryo a lot, so it’s quite difficult to tell.” you grinned. He smiled wide and looked down on his hand before shaking his head, “No, haven’t found them. I don’t think I ever will. 70 years is quite a lot-” He saw your right hand come into his field of vision and his eyes went wide and back up at you. You were amused at the weird situation you had just put each other into and you couldn’t deny that you liked how he turned into a soft dorky man. But maybe that was just him outside of the news. “So...uh...wow.” Another time that he went through his hair. “Yeah,” you looked up at him with shimmery eyes. You respected the man in front of you so much for what he went through and that he was still here. But that giant dork that looked illegally good was your soulmate? That must be a dream. “So...would you like to go on a date anytime soon? I’d love to get to know you.” he got a little confidence back and gave an unsure smile to you. “Of course, I know this really great brunch place in the Upper West Side.” you smiled a little giddy. “Spring Natural Kitchen?” he asks. “Spring Natural Kitchen.” you nodded chuckling. “Wanda told me about it. She loves testing new places whenever she’s not on call.” “Sounds like I’d get along great with her.” “So...why are you flying to New York? You live there?” he finally asks and you shake your head. “I live near Denver and come here sometimes to meet friends and have a good time for a week or two.” “Which city’s better?” he smirked. “I like both, but I have a job back in Denver that I love. I’m working in a very laid back modern restaurant, café kinda establishment.” you explained. “Well, if you’re my soulmate, you might as well open up a second one of those in New York City, cause that sounds great.” By now he was so deep in your flirting battle that he totally forgot that he just met you. “You just want that cinnamon cupcake goodness.” you laughed. “I’d never say no to any food, I think that gets very clear when you look at me.” he looked down on himself. “Hm, yeah, a little.” You grinned, “Hungry giant.” “Oh, we’re already starting pet names, huh?” his brows went up. The giggle escaping you widened his big smile. ___ *You ready to get picked up and judged by Sam Wilson?* *Why not by Wanda? Or literally anyone that’s not Sam?* *I ask myself that every single day, darling.* *I’m ready by the way...and ready to fight Wilson if I need to.* *Sure, darling.* you could practically feel him grinning at his phone screen. *And by that I mean, if he dares to, you’ll defend me anyway, cause you’re cute like that.* Not too long after the AirBnB’s doorbell rang and you ran to the door in your comfy outfit. It was a brunch date, not a fancy gala. When you opened the door you were met with his audacity to wear a leather jacket. “Aw, come on. Really? A leather jacket? Like you don’t know that it’s super hot?” you pouted and were pulled into a hug. “You look cute. Is that Totoro on your sweater?” he held you and looked down on you. “Old man knows Totoro, check.” you grinned. “Hey, I’ve been catching up for 4 years. There needs to be SOME stuff that sticks.” “Could the lovebirds that both can’t drive please move their asses a little faster?” you heard out of a car behind Bucky. “Could the angry bird please chill?” Bucky answered without even looking at him. “C’mon, let’s go and give the man a break.” you chuckled before taking his hand and dragging him towards the car. “So, tell me about yourself. Anything that I don’t already know from social media and our chats.” he grinned. “I stress bake, my favorite shows are all documentaries, I’d love to have a cat, I’m into astrology, I love to draw and paint, my music taste is a literal dumpster fire and I really like sneakers.” you counted a few that you found to be relevant to yourself. “I’m still learning to cook new foods. I actually have a cat, her name’s Alpine, she’s an absolute whirlwind but she’s the most loyal little thing ever.” he smiled. “What kinda cat is she?” you asked excited. “British Shorthair and white.” he beamed. “I already love her. I’d love to get a completely black cat.” you leaned onto your hands. “We could.” he squinted with a cheeky smile. “You’re already thinking about moving my ass to New York, aren’t you?” you chuckled. “You’re my soulmate, why not? It’s not like you’re a shot in the dark or anything like that.” That made you feel warm inside, very very warm. “Yeah, guess you’re right.” you looked at the table flustered. “So, assuming you would stay here…” he got your attention back and god were his eyes sure of you staying here, “...would you actually open up a cool place like this?” “I’d love to but...renting a place like this in New York City? Making it look nice and advertising it? That’s so hard.” “Hi, you’re sitting in front of the longest prisoner of war. If you think Sam didn’t sue the shit out of the military to get me paid for that, then you’re wrong.” he grinned accomplished. “Bucky, you can’t-” “I can, tell me what you’d want to do.” he smiled at you softly, grabbing your hand. After a few moments of grasping the moment you continued, “Well, similar to this place, but with cakes, pies and cookies. And with a completely different color scheme. Very bright, like white and some pastel colors. I’d try to find tons of recipe’s online and let you try them until I have like 12 good and special ones that work. I’d always have a jar of triple chocolate cookies and a chocolate bomb cake. Maybe even sweet ice cream in summer? I’d have chessboard tiled wall behind the counter and hang nice art work in the rest of the place. I’d probably have someone bring in dog cake every week so they also get some good food. I’d make milkshakes, have a barista working and would create some special hot chocolate mix. Maybe I’d do something themed after you. Like little cookies with the- wait, do you hate the red star on your old arm? I know it’s very much a connection to the Sowjets, but I don’t really look at it like that.” “I’m neutral about it. I write autographs on cards with red stars all the time.” he shrugged. “Then there will be red star cookies. Maybe something themed after your bird friend?” you grinned. “He needs to work for it.” he laughed. “I make a mad cinnamon banana milkshake. That would sell very well.” you mumbled before taking a sip from the drink in front of you. “Cookies with red chocolate melted into it...that’s a good one for Wanda, isn’t it?” you smiled shyly, trying to not misjudge his friends. “I love that idea. Maybe something egg based for Sam, you know, cause he’s a falcon. I’ll shut my mouth…” he grinned and watched you snort laugh. The waffles you ordered were set down in front of you and you continued talking about the interior of your dream place. “I don’t know if I’d do it in Manhattan or Brooklyn. I mean Brooklyn literally has cute food places as its elevator pitch.” “I guess it depends where you’d find a place.” “Yeah, forgot, we’re in the ultimate place of renting stuff.” you grumbled and heard him chuckle. ___ “Finally!” you jumped around in the empty space that was about to become your own little store. You’d been with Bucky for three months now and your old boss was more than happy to have a new venture. And you were more than happy to have gotten such a great soulmate. He even got his driver's license to drive you around and go on little trips with you when he wasn’t working. Brooklyn Heights, right next to the Brooklyn Bridge, with an apartment right above. “Let’s measure and buy a nice kitchen for you to bake cupcakes in, darling.” he grabbed you close. “You just wanna eat, honey.” you pouted. “Of course, I eat everything you make.” he planted a kiss onto your forehead. “Hm, okay, let’s measure and drive to Home Depot too.” you smiled content and got another kiss. “You know, I think I found you at the right time. I like how you look. Not a day too young or too old.” you mumbled. “I would have loved you at any age I could’ve found you.” he hummed. “Yeah, that’s because you’re a hopeless romantic.” you giggled. “Only for you, darling.” “Love you,” you mumbled before pressing your lips against his, “so much.” “Let’s get your dream kitchen,” he said while lightly slapping your ass. “Hey! Watch your hands, Barnes.” you playfully scolded him. “Yes, ma’am.” he rolled his eyes before picking you up and carrying you to the damn car himself.

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[tellmealovestory]

How It Began

Summary: Helping you move Bucky stumbles upon something curious and learns more about you.

Notes: Also posted on my a03. This was written for @ussgallifreyfics​ 550 followers writing challenge and the prompt I had was Bouquet. Congrats on your milestone!!

Warnings: fluff

"Shit,” Bucky grumbled to himself as he watched helplessly as a pile of books tumbled from your bookshelf landing in a pile in front of him with a loud crash. 

Sighing he crouched down, his hands sifting through heavy dictionaries, lightweight paperbacks and a handful of what looked like journals, each one with a different plain colored cover. His eyes drifted towards a light blue one which had landed on it’s spine, pages splayed open. He knew that he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. 

Glancing up to your bedroom doorway he sighed in relief when he didn’t see you, his fingers inched forward, picking up the journal as he glanced through the pages. 

It was wrong, he knew that, invading your privacy like this and though he knew if he saw anything written in it he’d place it back and come clean, but as he flipped through the journal he was surprised not to see words overflowing, but what looked like flowers pressed against the cream colored pages. 

His eyebrows knitted, the tip of his fingers brushing over them, his eyes glancing to see dates and one or two words, sometimes little doodles covering the pages. Flipping through the journal he saw each page was the same, flowers, dates, words, doodles. Closing it he set it down, his fingers reaching for another one even as warning bells were ringing in his head telling him this was an invasion of privacy, a bad idea. The next journal he picked up had a pale green cover and was filled with the same thing. 

“What are you doing?” 

Bucky jumped at the sound of your voice. Had he not been so busy looking through your journals he might have heard the sound of your footsteps, smelled the faint scent of your perfume, heard your voice before it was too late. He might have even found the situation comical, but being caught red handed like this he swallowed, closing the journal and placing it on the floor. He couldn’t quite read your expression, your face was blank, but your shoulders were tense, your eyes flickering between the mess he had made on the floor and the journal that he had set down next to him.

“I can explain,” he started, watching as you crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry. I was trying to help you pack and your books fell and then one landed open and I got curious and I started looking through it and... fuck, I’m sorry.” He swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes staying steady on yours as he watched. 

“When I agreed to move in with you that didn’t mean you could go through my stuff when you helped me move,” you said, stepping into your bedroom and moving aside the books to sit down next to him.

“I know.” 

Glancing over at you he wasn’t sure what to think. Your expression was still blank as your eyes stayed locked on the mess he had made. Usually he was able to read you better than this and he felt a wave of guilt wash over him for invading your privacy. “’M really sorry, Y/N. Your books fell and then one landed open and I got-.”

“It’s okay,” you said with a shrug of your shoulder. You weren’t mad, a little embarrassed maybe, but not mad. “Did you find anything interesting?”

Raising his eyebrows Bucky was taken aback by your question unsure of how to answer you. 

“What are these?” he asked, gesturing to the journals that littered your bedroom floor. He could hear you sigh next to him and for a brief moment he wondered if he was pushing you by asking you that. After all he had been the one to invade your privacy and if you had wanted to tell him he was sure you would have. 

“Dried flowers,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders as if the answer was obvious. 

Lifting your gaze up to him you debated with yourself if you should explain. On the one hand he had invaded your privacy, but on the other hand it wasn’t that big of a deal. You knew that a lot of people kept mementos of things that were important to them, this was no different. 

Bucky could sense you were hesitant to explain and he felt even more guilt about invading your privacy. Nudging your shoulder with his he said, “Come on, I’ll clean this up and we can get back to packing your stuff up.” 

“Bucky, it’s okay, I want to explain, just... promise not to make fun of me?”

“I would never make fun of you, doll,” he said, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Part of him was offended that you would even think he’d make fun of you for something that obviously meant a lot to you. He could feel you relaxing as you leaned against his side and he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

“When I was a kid my mom used to love flowers I think that’s where I got my love for them. And anytime she’d pick some from her garden or buy herself a bouquet before they died she’d press them into a book to save them. I never understood why, you know? I always thought they’re just flowers. When they die you can pick more or get yourself another bouquet, something prettier than the last one. And even though I thought they were pretty when they were dried and I liked the idea of saving them I still didn’t get the appeal of it. Not until... well, do you remember our first date? When you arrived way earlier than we agreed on with a bouquet of daises?” you asked, glancing up at him. 

“I thought we agreed not to bring that date up again?” he asked, groaning next to you which earned him a soft giggle from you.

“I know, I know, we agreed never to speak of it again, but come on, if it wasn’t for that disaster of a date we wouldn’t be where we are right now.” 

Bucky thought phrasing it as a disaster of a date was putting it mildly. When he had asked you out he had been so nervous, convinced that you would say no, that you weren’t interested that when you had said yes he was shocked, shocked and terrified at the thought that he was going to have to go through with this. It had been a long time since he had gone on a date and he was no longer that suave, ladies man he had been in the forties that Steve used to tell him about. 

When the night of the date approached he was such a nervous wreck he had asked Steve multiple times if he could cancel. When Steve had said no he resorted to begging him to come along. And when Steve said no to that because it would be weird with him there as a third wheel he had suggested he bring Natasha along, a double date, less weird. But still, Steve said no, which left Bucky with sweaty palms and nerves so bad he was sure he was going to pass out despite Steve convincing him he was going to be okay.

Wanting to make a good first impression he had left so early in his nervousness that when he arrived at your apartment he was over a half hour early. Standing outside with a bouquet of flowers had been fine for a couple of minutes, but he couldn’t help noticing the curious looks he received from people passing him. 

No stranger to people staring he went up to your apartment early and when he knocked on your door he could see he had caught you off guard. He had all but thrown the flowers in your hand, wanting nothing more than bail right there and head back to Steve. But when he watched your eyes light up at the flowers, when he watched you so delicately bring them up to your nose inhaling the sweet scent, when he watched you place them so gently down on the counter as if they would break while you got a vase and filled it with water placing the flowers in there only to take another inhale, your eyes lighting up again, a smile gracing your perfect lips he was a goner. 

He could tell you were nervous too and when you opened the door for him he could smell the roast chicken and vegetables. It was only after you had invited him in, after the two of you had sat down on your couch and started up a conversation that he had begun to relax slightly. You were easy to talk to and he had liked that about you, getting lost in conversation he had thought maybe this night would turn out okay. Until he saw the smoke and smelled something burning. 

Dinner had been ruined beyond repair. You had been so embarrassed you couldn’t even look at him, but Bucky took it in stride suggesting a diner he knew about a couple blocks over. The food was good and maybe he could somehow salvage the disaster of a first date. The walk over had been smooth with no problems. The fresh spring air seemed to soothe both of your nerves as the conversation slowly flowed, your fingers brushing up against one another every couple of minutes, but each of you had been too nervous to reach for the others hand. 

The diner wasn’t crowed which Bucky appreciated, still nervous around big crowds and as he led you to a booth near the back that offered you some privacy he had thought to himself he could do this. First dates weren’t so bad, there was nothing to be nervous about. That was until the waitress had placed your drinks down on the table and Bucky had spilled yours all over you and your dress. 

You had assured him it was okay and when you left to go to the bathroom to try and dab out the stain he had called Steve in a panic begging him to pick him up, to show up with Natasha or even Sam, to rescue him. Unbeknownst to him when you had left to go to the bathroom you had called Natasha in a panic, begging her to come pick you up, to make up some emergency that you needed to attend to. What neither of you knew once you hung up the phone was that each of you had called your best friend, something that you wouldn’t be revealed until many, many dates later. 

When you arrived back at the table your dress a little wet from the spilled drink the conversation was awkward to say the least. Both of you speaking at once before pausing and telling the other to no, go ahead first. It was that, that awkwardness that had finally pulled a laugh out of each of you and allowed you two relax, if only a little. 

Dinner had been good, the conversation ebbing and flowing as each of you began to open up just a little bit. On the walk home Bucky took you the long way back, wanting to spend a little bit more time with you. It was on that walk home that he finally reached for your hand, your fingers intertwining with his as if you had been made for him. 

When you had arrived back at your apartment he paused, wanting to kiss you, but unsure if you wanted to, unsure if he should given the disaster of the date. Pausing at your door each of you stood their awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do. When he felt your lips brush across his cheek he couldn’t help the sight blush that covered his cheeks before he stuttered out a murmured reply of how he had fun tonight and would you maybe wanna do this again? his words coming out so quickly they sounded like one long word. Surprise had been written across his features when he watched you nod your head yes, a small smile curving up your beautiful lips. 

“Even though the date was a disaster you decided to keep the flowers?” he asked, coming out of his thoughts, his eyebrows knitted as he looked down at you shaking your head no.

“Not at first. I kept the flowers because I love flowers and the bouquet was beautiful. It wasn’t until our second date that I decided to start pressing the flowers into journals so I’d always have memories.”

The second date had gone a lot better. Bucky had taken you to a farmers market where he bought you a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers as he searched for the ripest and brightest fruits and vegetables. After you had burned dinner during the first date he had promised to cook for you, teasing you that he’d show you how you were supposed to cook dinner. 

The third date arrived with another bouquet, this one full of brightly colored purple and pink and yellow and blue and orange wildflowers that had taken your breath away. 

Each date, another new bouquet and another page of a journal to fill, but it wasn’t only dates that Bucky gifted you with bouquets. Sometimes it would be because he knew you’d had a bad and day and had wanted to cheer you up. Other times it was simply because he had been out, saw some flowers, knew you would like them and got them for you. 

Not every bouquet he brought was a happy occasion though. There was the time you two had gotten in a fight. Coming home from a bad mission bruised and bloody and when you had tried to get him to talk to you he had pushed you away, refusing to talk, trying to convince you that you were better off without him. It was only when Steve told him he was being an idiot and once he had cooled off did he show up at your apartment, a bouquet of daisies, your favorite, an embarrassed gleam in his eye, his feet shuffling back and forth, apologies tumbling from his lips. It was that day that he had finally begun to open up to you and it was the day that your relationship grew stronger.

There was also the time he had promised you he’d be back in time for your birthday, but when a mission had run long and he didn’t get home until a week after your day he had showered you with bouquets, daisies again, to make it up for it. 

And of course there were the countless times during the summer on a hot day that would turn into a muggy night when there was nothing better to do and you were itching to get out and do something the two of you would take a drive upstate, stopping at far away diners in towns that time had all but forgotten. Pulling over on the side of the road when he spotted wildflowers growing in ditches he’d stop the car getting out and pick you bouquets as you picked your own flowers to put behind your ear.

“I know it’s kind of... cheesy, but I don’t know. I guess I just always wanted to have memories of our dates. Even the really really bad ones,” you teased, breaking him out of his memories as you glanced up at him through your lashes.

“It’s not cheesy,” Bucky assured you. He wasn’t going to say it out loud, but he kinda liked the idea, liked the idea that someday when you guys were older and had kids and grandkids that you’d have journals filled with memories of all the bouquets he had bought you, stories to tell your friends and families. While the flowers wouldn’t last forever, even if they were dried, the dates and doodles would. A forever memory of your love story, all the good, all the bad, all of you two. 

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[daredevile]

Lumière

Summary: Lost in a timeless world of grief and sorrow, Bucky longs for a guiding light to lead him through the dark.

Warnings: Angst, character death, miscarriage 

A/N: This one's for @ussgallifreyfics‘ writing challenge and my prompt was 'it never hurts to keep looking for sunshine.'

The engine lulls into a hushed purr and he just wants to scream. Destroy every obstacle in his path. Veer left into the serene tides below the bridge - because at least then, he'd be in control of his end.

Dusk befalls upon weary skies and lights around him twinkle awake as nature unfolds into its own Starry Night. He strains his neck over the fluorescent hues of reds and yellows, knuckles burning white against the frayed leather wheel. And all he sees is miles and miles of vehicles sprayed onto eternal roads.

A part of him regrets it. Succumbing to those longing urges his subconscious sweeps into his slumber. As if Zeus, himself, branded his soul to the Underworld, casting the burden of reality upon the boulder he's cursed to bear till the thread of life ceases.

His gaze flickers to the stream below, the swaying of water had always embraced him with a sense of tranquillity - now, waves crash against the green, forever seized by the currents. He wants to escape too. Defeated by the cards the universe forced into his hands because he can't continue living hopeful lies expecting the bliss that'll never arrive.

The window rolls down and the mighty thrust of winter winds rush inside for warmth. His jaw clenches as the breeze trespasses his solitude and he considers abandoning the car because, much like the river beneath, he's imprisoned to this obscure sea of time.

Truth be told, he has no destination. Merely weaved into the plane of existence long enough till his will to endure the agony, wanes. It's the least he owes her.

The abrupt knocking on glass captures his attention. Palms flat against the window, a baby girl - no more than three - lights up when he catches sight of her big doe eyes. And for the first time in months, a smile willingly appears on his face, his shoulders ease and he's forgotten all the grief and sorrow the world has to offer.

Her hands extend from the seatbelt, motioning him to come closer. He sends her a small wave before her mother places a bottle of milk within her grasp and she lowers back into the seat. All he sees is the crown of her head bouncing up and down before their car inches forward and the feeling of numbness tunnels its path into his heart, again.

Right as the door opened, his hands snaked around your waist, chin resting atop your shoulder - and before you could face him, his lips pressed against the soft skin. For a second, your heart stopped and his laugh sent butterflies to your stomach. Swaying along to his humming, you leaned back into his soothing embrace.

"Ok, babe. Close your eyes."

"What're you doing Bucky?" You asked as he twirled you back into his arms. He bit back a grin, eyes instinctively fluttering towards the guest bedroom.

"Thought I asked you to close your eyes?" He whispered while you tried turning around, warm hands brushed past your lips as he covered your eyes. He paused in front of the guest room, guiding your hand to the doorknob before murmuring into your ear.

"Go ahead, sweetheart."

A gasp escaped from your lips in shock. Overwhelmed by the drastic modification of the room, you turned towards Bucky in wonder. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, shirt unbuttoned and hair dishevelled - the result of a day's work. He chuckled under your gaze, eager to show you every little thing he'd made.  

"Now, I know we said we'd do this together, but I wanted to surprise you."

"Bucky - it's perfect."

"Just wait till you see these!" He uncovered two pairs of baby shoes from the drawers, holding them in one hand each with the most radiant smile you'd ever seen and the pure gesture melted your heart.

Noticing your glossy eyes and loss for words, he pulled you into his chest, tracing calming patterns on your back. When you placed your lips on his jaw, he sighed with content, his hands caressing over your baby bump.

"We're gonna be great parents, I know it."

No. He forcefully wipes the tears trailing down his face - he cannot descend into this chasm of nothing, again. His hands seize the wheel because control brings even the smallest ray of sunshine to his thunderstorm.

He lost track of time a few months ago. Solely adrift in space, floating away to the horizon of forever. Because what's the point anyways? Everything is always taken from him. Ripped into a million shreds of distant memories. But, emptiness always welcomes him.

A faint melody travels through the steel bubble of a nearby car - an elderly couple humming along to classics from their time. He envies their rapture, not troubled by the miles of traffic ahead, but it fades into a forlorn desire that slips away from his fingertips.

The house was mute, dreading the silence that has fallen within these walls. Gloomy hallways, stale food and sealed doors. The living room had divided itself into two and it was only an exchange of reserved glances and sharp breaths.

"Y/N, there's nothing you could've - " It was anger. It was confusion. It was a cry for help. No amount of good would ever mend the puncture in his heart, he didn't need stitches - all he asked for was a band-aid.

"Stop. Just - please don't."

Neither of you had entered that room again, afraid to get caught in a realm of imaginary optimism where everything will be normal. The air was suffocating, mournful and miserable ever since the visit to the hospital yesterday. None of those meaningless words of sympathy and pity went into your minds.

Nothing he could do or say could ease the pain. And so, he stood up, slipped into his coat and reached for the door. His eyes found two tiny pairs of shoes laying right next to his and after a moment, he walked out with a heavy heart.

Time was what we need, he thought. That he'd return in a couple of days and somehow they'd get through this together. But time is funny. It enjoyed tearing him apart, taunting his life. It reminded him that he's alive and his baby girl isn't.

It's the thunder of engines revving that brings him to his senses. No matter how much he tried convincing himself to see you, his instincts begged otherwise. And every time he's restrained to the car, the streets always moulded into paths towards you, yet he steered to the opposite. But now, it's the least he owes her.

The barren streets unfurl in front of him, colours glossing over every circle and edge as he drives by the tiny shops. The world ahead fades from noir to pastel, eager eyes devouring every light. The steel bubble of the car bursts and he's exposed to the misfortunes of the universe as the door locks.

He skips over the creaky step, fist raised against the wooden door. A sense of familiarity washes over him and he knocks twice. It's mere seconds before the door swings open and your stoic expression is all that greets him.

Hesitant, he shuffles his foot back - a minute response to which a veil of tears glazes your eyes. His hands naturally guide you into his embrace, a wave of relief settles inside when you rest your head against his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Bucky. I really am, it's my fault - " You whisper into his shirt.

"No, Y/N it's no one's fault. What happened to us wasn't fair. But, we don't have to forget and move on to survive. Just please...please promise me you'll stay - we'll help each other. Together." He stares into your eyes, searching for any doubt, but his worries dissolve into serenity when a soft smile tugs on your lips.

"I promise, Bucky."

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Broken, Mended Chapter 6

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Summary: After breaking off an engagement, Y/N may have possibly hit rock bottom. But she doesn’t have time to think about it because she gets deployed to Iraq. Leaving their daughter with her friend, Sam Wilson, she’s gone for a year. She doesn’t like talking about her ex-fiance and is unsure if she’ll ever be able to love again. What happens a certain Captain is his literal doppelganger?

Words: 1800+

Warnings: Takes place in a hospital, but no medical jargon/scenes or anything.

A/N: Starting this chapter, we veer from canon. Or at least there’s no Raft situation. I don’t really know how I would place this parallel to canon, so I’m just not gonna think about it. This is for @ussgallifreyfics​​​ 550 follower writing challenge! Takes place during Civil War.

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The steady beeping of the heart monitor is all too familiar. Sam thinks back to when he was sitting in this same exact spot - next to a bed - two years ago when he was waiting for Steve to wake up. 

Doctor Rush comes in and he stands. He looks over at his friend’s body as her chest rises and falls steadily with the beeps of the monitor. 

“Her most recent tests have come back. At this point it’s too hard to tell when or even if she’ll wake up. She fell from quite a height and a lot of damage was done.”

“Do you have any kind of estimate?”

“Nothing accurate. If she wakes up the earliest it would happen is maybe three weeks.”

He slumps back into the chair, “Thank you, Doctor.”

“Does she have any family we can contact?”

He shakes his head, “Only a four year old daughter. She’s staying with a friend and I don’t want to worry the mother quite yet.”

“Okay. I’ll come back with any updates. You’re free to stay until visiting hours are over.”

“Thanks.”

Hours pass but Sam doesn’t even notice. He alternates between sitting beside Y/N, holding her hand and talking to her, and pacing the room. He tries to distract himself by reading the newspaper or looking at his phone, but it doesn’t work. He only can for a couple minutes at a time. Then he’s back at her side.

He blames himself. Even though he doesn’t know why or how she was there. He does know that her wing pack malfunctioned because Vision was aiming for him. Now Rosemary may have to grow up without either of her parents, be put into foster care. And it’s all his fault.

Six weeks later

He wakes up to his phone ringing. Telemarketer or not, what kind of person has the audacity to call him at - he rolls over and looks at the clock - 2:45 in the morning? He throws his arm over to the side table and picks up his phone. About to silence it, he squints at the caller id and almost drops it as he struggles to answer it. It’s from the hospital.

“Hello?”

“Is this Samuel Wilson?”

“Yes.”

“We have a patient here, Y/N L/N, she’s asking for you. This name is also written down as her next of kin. I’m assuming that’s you as well?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Great! Come down if you can. Sorry to call you at this hour.”

 “No problem. Thank you. I’ll head your way.”

He quickly puts on some sweatpants and a tee shirt and tapes a note to his door in the Compound before heading to the elevator. The nurse’s tone wasn’t bad in any way, especially considering that Y/N has been comatose for about six weeks, but it wasn’t objectively good either, and that worries him.

Walking through the kitchen he nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears the refrigerator close. 

“Holy shit.” he turns to see the culprit, “what are you doing up Steve?”

He holds up a glass, “Water. You?”

“Y/N’s awake.”

He smiles, “That’s great!”

Sam smiles softly then jerks his head toward the elevator, “Wanna come with? I could use someone. The nurse said she’s been asking for me, but considering the damage that was done, who knows what she’s gonna be like?”

“Of course, Sam.”

When they arrive at her room, Sam takes a moment and looks at her from outside. She’s smiling, probably having just made a joke with the nurse tending to her. It makes him smile. 

Before he can go in, the doctor catches him. “Ah, Mr. Wilson. It’s nice to see you back here.”

He shakes his hand, “Dr. Rush. How’s she been?”

“It was touch and go for a couple weeks, but she made it through. She’s a fighter.”

“That she is.”

“However, now that she’s awake, we have run into a couple complications.”

His breath hitches, “What kind of complications?”

“Considering her fall, we knew there would be some sort of brain damage, but we didn’t know how severe until she woke up.” Sam nods as he continues, “We’re still unsure of the full severity, but it seems that her memories are a little scattered. What’s good is that she seems to remember you.”

“Yeah, we were in the Air Force together for a couple years.”

“Good, well, thank you for your service. For now, I would recommend that your friend here wait outside while you go in. We don’t want to confuse her.”

He looks over at Steve and nods, “Of course. Thank you Dr. Rush.” They shake hands again and he heads into her room.

Hearing his footsteps she turns and smiles at him, “Sam!” she tries to sit up but a small ow comes out of her mouth and she lays back down. “What happened?”

That was a loaded question. How was he supposed to explain what actually happened if she wasn’t fully coherent? He tries his best, getting to the point as quick as possible, “You were shot down. You tried to get your parachute out in time but didn’t. You’re lucky to be alive.”

“Oh,” is all she says. She begins looking around, “Where’s Rose- what’s Ransom doing outside?”

Sam’s eyes go wide at the question as he turns around to see Steve standing across the hallway chatting up some nurse who apparently had just offered him some coffee given the plastic cup now in his hand. Seeing Sam looking at him, he takes it as the okay to come in. Before Sam can shake his head or say anything to Steve, he speaks. “Hey, Y/N, how are you feeling?”

Instead of answering the question, her eyes focus on the cup in his hand, “I don’t remember you being a coffee drinker, Ransom.”

“Ransom?” Steve turns to Sam with a little bit of fear and concern in his eyes, unsure of what to do. Sam looks back at him with close to the same expression. It’s silent for just a couple seconds too long.

“Sammy?” she looks at him, also confused, “is everything alright?”

Always quick on his feet, he give her his signature gap-toothed smile, “Yeah, Y/N. The doctor, Dr. Rush, just said that your memories may be a little scattered. He wasn’t sure if you’d remember - uh, Ransom here,” he claps Steve on the shoulder, “he wanted me to talk with you alone first. Apparently I made quite the impression, because I was the first person you asked for when you woke up.” 

She laughs as good as she can considering the pain she’s in, “You always make an impression Sammy.”

He smiles back at her. “How are you feeling? You want water or anything?”

“Well, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. But I’m good for now, thanks.”

He nods, “I’m gonna take Ransom outside for a second and chat with him. We’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

The two walk out and go down the hall a little bit until they know they’re out of earshot of Y/N. They sit in a couple chairs across from an empty room and look at each other. 

“Shit,” Sam looks down at the floor while Steve takes a sip of the coffee in his hand. “we gotta think of our next move. She has no idea who you are.”

“We could start with telling me who Ransom is?” 

“Right,” Sam pauses while he contemplates, head bobbing while he goes back and forth in his mind.

“Sam?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just..she told me specifically not to tell you.”

“Why-” “But I feel like this is a situation that would cancel that out. At this point, you need to know some things...” Steve sits silently while Sam fights with himself. A few more seconds pass before he makes his decision. “Okay, so the short version is that you look like him.”

“Like Ransom?”

“Almost exactly. Real Black Mirror shit.” Steve raises an eyebrow, to which Sam waves off, “it’s a show.”

“Okay,” Steve shakes his head, “and the long version?”

Sam shrugs, “She hasn’t even told me it. But what I do know is that some shit went down, he got arrested, and she broke up with him. They were engaged.”

“Shit,” he runs his hand through his hair, “and she thinks I’m him.”

“Well, she’s only said like five words to you but it seems like maybe she doesn’t remember leaving him. She might think they’re still engaged...” he sighs and shakes his head, “which I don’t know if that makes this easier or harder for us.”

“Maybe you should start by asking her what she remembers.”

“Yeah...yeah, that’s a good idea.” The pair walk back and Sam enters the room while Steve waits outside in a chair across the hall.

Her head turns at the sound of the door sliding open. “Get everything sorted out?”

He nods as he pulls up a chair beside her. “Yeah, a little. Can you tell me what you remember? You know, since Dr. Rush said that the injuries you endured have caused you to be a little fuzzy...” he trailed off, hoping she’ll take the excuse.

She nods, closing her eyes to help focus. “Um...well, what I know for sure because the nurses ask me like two or three times a day is that it’s June 2016, I’m at MidHudson Regional Hospital in New York, Matthew Ellis is the president, and my name is Y/N L/N,” they both laugh as she continues, “I’m assuming that’s not what you want though. So, I know that you’re Sam Wilson, we were both in the Air Force - that’s how we met - and we both participated in Falcon missions. I have a daughter named Rosemary. I live in Boston with Ransom, we’ve been engaged for three years.”

Sam smiles as she talks, but it fades when she mentions Ransom. How was he going to break all of this to her? And apparently she didn’t remember the fight in Berlin at all or why she even was in the hospital, besides what he told her. 

Y/N notices the change in expression, her brows furrowing together, “Are you sure everything’s alright, Sammy? Where’s Ro?”

He gives a tight-lipped smile as he tries to go through all the plans in his head, “Yeah, yeah, just fine. She’s at a friend’s house. Would you like me to call the mother and bring her here?” she nods and closes her eyes for a moment, “okay, I’ll do that right now. Be right back.” he says softly as he exits the room.

Considering it’s around 5:00 in the morning, Sam is not surprised that Julie doesn’t answer. He leaves a message about Y/N being awake and meeting halfway in Philly later in the day to pick up Rosemary. He walks back into the room to see her peacefully sleeping. He smiles and leaves a note on the side table, letting the nurse know about it so someone could give it to her when she wakes up. He thanks them and him and Steve head back to the compound.

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Broken, Mended Chapter 5

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Summary: After breaking off an engagement, Y/N may have possibly hit rock bottom. But she doesn’t have time to think about it because she gets deployed to Iraq. Leaving their daughter with her friend, Sam Wilson, she’s gone for a year. She doesn’t like talking about her ex-fiance and is unsure if she’ll ever be able to love again. What happens a certain Captain is his literal doppelganger?

Words: 1400+

Warnings: None I think.

A/N: It’s been 5 weeks or so and I’m sorry for that. I had a serious case of writers block. Luckily to work through it, I’ve already started my next fic! Can’t wait to get to that one :)) This is for @ussgallifreyfics​​​ 550 follower writing challenge! Takes place during Civil War.

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A gentle shaking of her shoulder wakes Y/N up. She knew she was exhausted, but didn’t realize it was this much. She remembers sitting in the warehouse while waiting for Steve to return with a car and now she is being woken up inside the car. She looks around and blinks a few times, waking her eyes up. “A Bug? Is this really the ideal car for three giant men?”

Sam chuckles as Steve answers, “It’s low profile.”

“Not with you three in it.”

The car slows and comes to a stop. Steve gets out and pushes his seat forward so Y/N can get out. He offers his hand and she takes it, pulling her out as she grabs the Falcon wings with the other.

“The facility is up two blocks and across the bridge. When the road splits go down and take the tunnel.”

“’Kay, got it.” she nods. She turns and waves at Sam before beginning her walk up the block. She hears the car turn around and the sound of its muffler fading as it gets further away.

As Y/N approaches, the big garage door opens, revealing Sharon and Nick Fury. She suddenly feels nervous, her hand going to scratch the back of her neck.

“Got something to say, Airman?”

She looks at Fury and shakes her head, bringing her arm down, “No, Sir. Just been a long few hours.”

He gives a single nod in response. He turns and begins walking back into the headquarters, towards one of the surveillance rooms. “I’m putting you with Agent Carter on this hunt for Barnes. I know you’re close to Wilson, and I’m assuming wherever Barnes is, Rogers and him are close. So if you have any way of contacting or tracking him, I’m all ears.”

She looks at him with mild confusion, “How did you…?”

“I did a background check and saw that you both served together. Also, you both have wings. It’s not hard to put it together.”

“Right,” she shakes her head at herself and chuckles. She looks back at Fury, “unfortunately, I have no idea where he is. We don’t exactly keep our phones on us when we're flying.”

“Okay. How ab-” his phone rings and he answers it. He doesn’t say a word and hangs up after only a minute or so, turning to Sharon. “Agent Romanoff has requested you.”

“Yes sir.” she waves her hand for Y/N to follow. She does and they go up an elevator and down a corridor to where Commander Ross was when James was still in holding. They enter the small briefing room where Natasha Romanoff is waiting. Tony Stark sits at the opposite end, out of earshot.

Natasha speaks in a hushed tone, “Secretary Ross just gave us 36 hours to find Barnes and the other two. I need you to find them and figure out a way to get them to willingly come back.”

“All due respect, that’s near impossible,” Sharon replies, “I can get in contact with Steve but there is no way he’s just going to waltz in here with Barnes. A fight of some kind will happen.”

“I was afraid you’d say that. Just get me a location then.”

She nods and walks out, Y/N following. She turns to Sharon, who’s already typing on her phone, “So you expect a fight to happen, and you’re still just….gonna give Agent Romanoff their location? Wouldn’t it be better to, I don’t know, not do that?”

“Theoretically yes, but James Barnes isn’t just anyone. He’s the Winter Soldier, yes, but he’s also Steve’s childhood friend. Assassin or not, that bond is not something that Steve can just push aside.” They walk down some stairs and into a back room as she continues, “He’s going to do whatever he can to keep the authorities - local and SHIELD - away from him. He’s reckless in that manner.”

“You really seem to know the man.”

She shrugs, “I lived across the hall from him for a couple years in Brooklyn. Undercover. I also heard a lot about him from my Aunt Peggy.”

“Peggy Carter?”

“Yeah.” Entering the room, she grabs the shield and Sam’s wings, telling the agent there that she was ordered to transport them. He nods without a question and the two women leave with the items.

They arrive under an abandoned bridge and wait less than five minutes before the blue Bug drives up behind them. There’s a short exchange of words, the trunk is popped, and then Sharon and Steve….kiss. That was unexpected. She crawls back in the car as Steve takes the items out and closes the trunk. He hits the car twice letting them know they can go.

It’s silent for a couple miles before Y/N speaks. “So...we gonna talk about that?”

“Eh..” she shrugs, “it was nothing.”

“Nothing? You just kissed Captain America.”

She laughs, “Yeah. Well, after watching him for two years and pretending to be his neighbor and everything, I thought there was something there. He must’ve too. And yeah, the kiss was good, but I don’t see a relationship happening. It would just be weird,” she shrugs again, “I mean, he really had a thing for Peggy. It would be weird to date him.”

Y/N makes a face, “Oof, true. Probably shouldn’t keep it in the family.” They both laugh at that.

“Your leg is shaking,”  Y/N looks down then at Sharon, not even realizing it was happening. “nervous about something?”

She looks out the window for a moment, then back at the blonde, “I guess.” she sighs, “it just...you nonchalantly told Agent Romanoff that a fight was probably going to happen, and she barely reacted. Like she expected you to say that. How are you two not more concerned?”

“This is like a normal Tuesday for us. These people are literal superheroes, and with the whole Accords thing and Vienna on top of that, there’s currently a lot of bad blood running through the Avengers. The only way they know how to solve that is by fighting.”

“Not everyone has superpowers,” she points out, “what if someone dies?”

Sharon shakes her head, “They will fight, but not to the death. None of those people have the stomach for that. It’ll probably be mostly hand-to-hand fighting. Moderate injuries at worst, barely a scratch at best. No hospitals even.” 

“You sound so sure.”

“I am,” she nods, “you’re thinking about your buddy, Wilson?”

“Yeah. He lost his right hand in Afghanistan. I just don’t want him to have the same fate.”

Sharon pulls over, putting the car in park. “Get out.”

Y/N looks over at the blonde, “Excuse me?”

“I’m an agent. I can tell that this is going to bother you the whole drive back and if we were to get back to HQ, you’d probably just pace, thinking about all the what if’s. Grab your wings and head back to the airport.”

Y/N considers that, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” She gets out of the car and closes the door, opening the back one to get the wings. Closing that door, she looks through the window and gives Sharon a salute before extending her wings and taking off.

As she approaches, she sees a lot of damage. The parking structure is smoking, basically in ruins, planes and numerous vehicles are destroyed, the tarmac is destroyed, but among all the damage, she sees a black plane leaving a hanger. She’s too far away to see who’s flying it but if she had to guess, it’s most likely Steve taking James somewhere.

Besides being out of eyesight, she doesn’t have the time to figure it out because a line of flying suits are going after the plane. From where she’s at, it looks like Iron Man and War Machine, and a little further behind is…..Sam. She ups her speed and tries to catch up with him.

She gets close, but enough to get his attention. She continues to tail him until suddenly something happens to her jet pack. She glides for a little bit before free falling, but she’s trained for instances like this, so she’s not panicking yet. It’s not until she tries to deploy the emergency chute and it won’t eject that she starts to worry. 

The ground continues to get closer. Y/N tries the second emergency chute and that one finally does deploy, but it’s too late. It catches some air but not enough to lift her or slow her fall. She knows what’s about to happen, she just hopes she lives through it. Before hitting the ground, she hits a button on the side of her goggles that sends out an emergency signal to any nearby Falcons. And then she does, not knowing what happens next, everything going black.

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Broken, Mended Chapter 4

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Summary: After breaking off an engagement, Y/N may have possibly hit rock bottom. But she doesn’t have time to think about it because she gets deployed to Iraq. Leaving their daughter with her friend, Sam Wilson, she’s gone for a year. She doesn’t like talking about her ex-fiance and is unsure if she’ll ever be able to love again. What happens a certain Captain is his literal doppelganger?

Words: 1300+

Warnings: Lots of swears in this one, sorry. Feelings of anger, betrayal. Drama. But also feels.

A/N: Normalize 👏 Platonic 👏 M/F 👏 Love 👏  (in case you can’t tell by this point, Y/N and Sam are very close. If you’re a Grey’s fan, I picture it very much like Mer and Alex. Two people who could never picture themselves in a relationship but would die for each other.) (omg i’m booboo the fool. another great example would be nat and clint?) This is for @ussgallifreyfics​ 550 follower writing challenge! Takes place during Civil War.

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Y/N doesn’t know how long she’s out, but when she wakes up she can tell she’s in a completely different place. She’s not laying on the ground, but whatever she’s on is not comfortable in the least. As she stirs awake, she can also tell she no longer has her wings on, nor any of her pistols. Freaking out, she sits up quickly, groaning as her head still hurts. Still disoriented, she doesn’t see the person jog past her, but she hears them. “Your girl’s awake too, Sam.”

He lets out a dry chuckle, “Not my girl, Cap.” 

When she hears his voice, she lets out a deep exhale and slowly leans herself against the wall, closing her eyes for a moment. Now a little more with her bearings, she can tell she’s simply laying on a piece of plywood over a couple wooden pallets. She doesn’t open her eyes but can tell Sam’s next to her now. She sarcastically smiles, eyes still closed, “Were you just going to keep this from me Sam? Didn’t think I was going to find out?”

He sighs, “Not this way at least. I’d rather it be in DC. What are you doing here anyways? I thought you were only supposed to be in Vienna.”

Y/N finally opens her eyes and looks at him, “You’re not deflecting away from this Sam. You never told me why you retired and now you're basically back in action and you weren’t going to tell me? How long Sam?”

He looks down in defeat, “Two years.”

“What?! T-two years? Sam, what the hell? So you were already doing stuff while I was gone? What the hell did you do with Ro?”

He smiles as best he can and waves his hand dismissively. “Oh, she was fine. Pepper’s great.”

“Pepper? As in Stark? You just casually left my child with not only a CEO of a company, who I’m sure is busy in her own right, but a stranger without consulting me first? Oh my god.” She puts her head in her hands and just sits like that for while. When a hand touches her arm, she so badly wants to pull it away but can’t for some reason. She blames the whole being knocked out thing and just exhaustion - physical and mental - at this point. 

“Y/N?” 

Finally bringing her head up, she looks up to see she now has an audience. James and Steve, who she has pieced together is also Captain America by Sam calling him ‘Cap.’ Her vision is cloudy - she hadn’t even realized she was crying. Wiping the tears away and clearing up her vision, she’s pretty sure she almost has a heart attack. She backs herself into the wall as much as she can, which isn’t very much since she was already sitting up against it. In front of her is Ransom. That’s why he was so familiar back in the holding location. Her breath quickens and she looks over at Sam, confusion and a sliver of fear in his eyes. 

“Y/N?”

“Holy shit.” She stands up and goes to the end of her ‘bed,’ where her wings and weapons are located. She throws on the wings and fumbles with the guns as she runs out of the warehouse. She can hear all three of them following her, but she doesn’t stop, until she gets to the end of the wharf. She collapses, dropping her guns, and just sits there on her hands and knees, crying. When she hears only a single set of footsteps walk towards her, she knows it’s Sam.

He crouches down, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Y/N are you okay? What was that?”

“What was that?” she basically yells back, anger still seething. She brings her voice down before continuing, “Sam, didn’t you realize that Steve, Captain America, fuck...looks almost exactly like Ransom? What the hell?” 

He looks over at Steve and back down at his friend, “Well now that you mention it...”

“Sam, this is no time to make jokes. I’m pretty sure what I’m experiencing here is a panic attack, or something, I don’t know. Fuck!” She hits her fist on the concrete. “What is happening? This is a sick, twisted game of fate the universe is playing that I didn’t ask for.”

She resituates herself so she’s sitting on her butt beside Sam. Taking a few breaths to calm down, she continues, “I guess now is as good a time as ever.” she wipes her face, trying to give herself a little bit of dignity back. “I trust you but I have to say this for my own sanity. You can not tell this to anyone. Especially your bff Cap over there.” she points over to Steve.

Sam nods, “Of course.”

“Okay,” she takes one last breath before starting, “the reason I broke off the engagement was because Ransom killed Harlan, his grandfather.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah. And he tried to peg it on Marta, Harlan’s nurse. It was a whole thing. So I left him and fled Boston for you.”

“Oh my god, Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

All she does is nod in response, unable to speak at the moment. The exhaustion is really hitting her now.

“Riley died.”

She turns to him, “What?” He’s not looking at her, just straight out at the water. 

“Why I retired. I went on a mission with Riley in Afghanistan. RPGs were flying everywhere, but we infiltrated the target’s hideout. He got hit by one and I couldn’t save him. There was nothing I could do.”

She scoots a little closer and puts her arm around him, “I’m sorry. I remember you two were close.” He nods and also puts an arm around her. She leans her head on his shoulder and they sit like that for a couple minutes, in comfortable silence.

Someone clears their throat. “Sam.” They both look over to see the other two men closer to them now. She makes a split second of eye contact with Steve before immediately looking away and over at James. He seems to be James at the moment, not the Winter Soldier. He can’t seem to look at her, probably out of regret of what he’s done in just the past couple hours.

“You good?” Sam looks at Y/N as he begins to get up.

“Yeah.”

He stands up completely and puts his hand out to help her up. She takes it and stands as well, a little wobbly at first but she steadies herself and watches as Steve takes him aside and chats. Probably about James and what to do with him now that they’re basically running from the law.

Y/N takes the moment to bring her hand to her ear, hoping the com still works despite her being tossed like a ragdoll. “Carter, Fury. Anyone on coms?”

A female voice responds, “Yeah. What happened? We lost track of you.”

“Long story. I got thrown into a wall. Probably compromised the tracker somehow. I’m surprised the earpiece even works. Where are you?”

“Still where we were holding Barnes. Trying to find him.”

“Okay. I’ll make my way back to you and try to help.”

“We’ll be waiting.” 

Finally putting the guns in her holsters, Y/N extends her wings and readies herself to take off. Before she can, a hand on her arm stops her. “You sure you’re good enough to fly? You seem pretty wiped and a lot just happened.”

The wings retract and she turns to Sam, “Yeah, but I’m meeting back up with Sharon. Can’t exactly get there in a timely manner on foot.”

He turns to Steve who shrugs and nods. He faces her again, “We can take you.”

She raises an eyebrow, “How? You’re just going to, what, casually steal a car?”

“Actually yeah.”

“You’re unbelievable. You do know you’re all already wanted for helping a literal assassin?” she shakes her head, not waiting for a response, “but I guess I don’t have another choice. Just get me close and you guys can go on your merry way evading the law.”

All Sam does is laugh.

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Broken, Mended Chapter 3

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Summary: After breaking off an engagement, Y/N may have possibly hit rock bottom. But she doesn’t have time to think about it because she gets deployed to Iraq. Leaving their daughter with her friend, Sam Wilson, she’s gone for a year. She doesn’t like talking about her ex-fiance and is unsure if she’ll ever be able to love again. What happens a certain Captain is his literal doppleganger?

Words: 1600+

Warnings: swears, that’s about it.

A/N:  This is for @ussgallifreyfics​​ 550 follower writing challenge!  Takes place during Civil War.

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Y/N exits the building and begins down the street. Just then her phone rings.

“Sam.” “Holy shit. I saw what happened on TV. Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Got thrown back by the blast but what else is new?” “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” “Yes, Sergeant. I was here as a recommendation of... well, I’m not sure who. But they wanted someone to have a bird’s eye view of the conference,” a pause, “so how’s New York? Mr. Stark treating you well?” “I don’t appreciate the tone, Private.” “Sorry, dad.” she sasses, “but really. You leave with just a note and haven’t said anything since I texted you. What are you not telling me?” “I can’t now, over the phone.” “Then when, Sam?” “Later, promise.” “Okay.” “Bye.” “Yeah.” and she hangs up.

Walking against the mass of people still trying to leave the scene, Y/N bumps into someone. “Sorry,” she looks up, “oh my god, you’re-”

She puts her hand out, “Sharon Carter, SHIELD. And you are?”

“Y/N L/N, Air Force. I was sent here to look over the event from above,” she points to the building where she had been before chaos happened, “didn’t exactly go as planned.”

Sharon nods knowingly, “Yeah. Well, since you’re here, do you wanna help out?”

She arches an eyebrow, “Of course, ma’am...but I don’t think being in the military automatically gives me any kind of clearance to help SHIELD. I’m only E-4.”

She chuckles, “Sharon, please. I’m too young to be ‘ma’am.’ And I’m not sure what that means, but I can give you the clearance. That’s not a problem.”

Y/N nods, “Okay, Sharon. I’d be more than happy to help.” 

She follows the blonde to an adjacent building, to a room that wasn’t impacted by the blast. She talks to a dark skinned man and looks back at Y/N every now and then. He nods and she waves her to follow.  “Okay, so we’re going to head to the airport and brief on the way,” she hands Y/N a folder, “our target is James Barnes, the Winter Soldier. We have orders to shoot on sight. You will be caught up the rest of the way on the plane ride there.”

Listening to a police scanner and watching a TV on the way to Romania, it is clear that some people are already in pursuit. There’s a chase happening. Not only is an armed helicopter following this guy, but the Black Panther and Captain America as well.

 “We’re going to overlook everything from here. Since you have wings, I want you to follow - but at a safe distance - that helicopter,” Fury points to the screen. He hands her a new earpiece, “this way Sharon and I can talk to you and track you from this location.” She nods and puts it in her ear, turning it on. Immediately a red dot shows up on one of the other monitors and the tablet in his hands. She jumps out of the plane, releasing her wings, and begins looking for the helicopter. 

She flies for a bit before finding it, unloading rounds on the top of an apartment building, or something. As ordered, she keeps her distance and perches on a building a few blocks away. “Do you have my location, sir?” “Yes. Keep an eye on those in pursuit of the Winter Soldier. I may have granted you clearance, but you don’t have permission to shoot. If caught, we’re going to take him to a holding place in Berlin.” “Yes sir.”

She continues watching, then suddenly, something hits the tail of the helicopter and it goes spinning out of control. She flies up and watches as the object falls and wings appear as the person swoops back up. She knows who it is immediately and quickly lands so he doesn’t see her. What the fuck? Like seriously, was he never going to tell her that he was flying again? What is happening?

Shaking her head, she snaps herself out of it, and not seeing Sam anywhere, she flies back up so she can find the Winter Soldier. She quickly finds him and the other two chasing after him, and soon after, bullets start firing again. And then….they’re gone. “Sir, I’ve lost sight of them. They’re in a tunnel.” “Don’t worry. We’ve still got your location. Just follow as best you can.”

Though he can’t see it, she nods, landing at the end of the tunnel, on a building so she’s out of sight. She may not be able to completely follow them, but they have to come out eventually. So she waits.

Only a couple minutes pass and then there’s a small explosion. Part of the tunnel falls and the Black Panther flies out through the rubble and shortly after comes Captain America running out of a rolling car. They’re surrounded by police cars and.. a gray iron man? The Winter Soldier is obviously the first one to be apprehended, and then Captain America, then Sam who just staggers out of the tunnel all confused-like. Y/N is glad he doesn’t know she’s this close to him because if he could see her and if looks could kill, he’d be dead. The Black Panther takes off this helmet to reveal T’Challa. Who probably won’t be reprimanded due to being royalty.

Now in Berlin, Sharon goes with Commander Everett Ross to meet the three’s arrival. Y/N stays down in a separate area so Sam doesn’t see her. She’s more than ready to give him a piece of her mind, but since he’s here basically under custody, that probably wouldn’t be the best idea. She sits in a room with a few other SHIELD agents and law enforcement people watching a set of monitors that show different angles of James Barnes’ holding area, and upon her request, the main media area so she can see Commander Ross and the little conference room behind him where Sam and Captain America will be. 

When two men come down with Sam’s wings and Captain America’s shield, they’re handed off and something is said about locking them up and giving the two receipts. She hears some guy mumbling about what the heck to write down the wings as and she chuckles.  “Call it a bird costume, he’ll love that.” the man turns around to see who said it and makes eye contact with Y/N, a smirk on her face. He smiles and chuckles himself, writing it down. Secret payback, Y/N thinks to herself, for not telling me. 

Minutes pass and she watches as the psychoanalyst introduces himself and slowly begins the evaluation. For some reason, the guy seems off to her. She can’t place why, but he does. She turns to the person beside her. “I know I probably don’t have clearance, but do you have a photo of this guy? Something doesn’t feel right.” 

The guy shrugs and nods, getting up to look for the file. He takes only about two steps before the power goes out. The monitor screens go black and everyone begins to panic. Y/N runs out of the room and to the stairwell. She brings her hand to her ear. “Carter, do you need me? Where do you want me?”

There’s silence for a moment before she answers, “Yes! Sam and Steve are headed down to Barnes. I want you down there too for back up if needed. Sub-level 5.”

“Uh...”

“Do you read me, L/N?”

“Yes, copy.” she answers reluctantly. She wanted to rip into Sam under better circumstances, but nothing can go as planned, can it? She runs to the stairwell and goes down a few flights. She quietly enters the floor and makes her way to where the Winter Soldier is being held. As she rounds the corner, she sees that a bunch of agents are already down, presumably dead. She begins checking each one for a pulse, and so far she’s right. 

She doesn’t even hear the running footsteps coming from behind her and she’s about to check the next person when- “What the HELL?” Her head snaps around to see a dumbfounded Sam. “Wh-wh..”She shakes her head, “Not now Sam.”

Just then, there’s a soft, kind of whimpering voice coming from the holding room. “Help me. Help.”

The other man, she assumes Steve, goes over to the man on the ground. She can’t place it, but he seems familiar for some reason. He holds the other up against the wall and Sam walks to the doorway. Just in the nick of time, he dodges a punch. He blocks a couple more attacks, but then James picks him up by the chin and throws him against his holding container. This quickly gets Steve in the fight and he begins throwing punches. Clearly whatever this fake psychoanalyst did, completely changed James and he is now truly the Winter Soldier. 

Y/N stays to the side and watches as Steve and the Winter Soldier fight. When Steve gets pushed through the doors and down the elevator shaft she jumps into action. “Hey!” He turns and stalks her way. Y/N isn’t exactly trained in hand to hand combat but she knows a few things. She’s able to block a couple of his punches at her and even uses her wings to her advantage, blocking some attacks. She does get hit a couple times, and man do they hurt. He is a super soldier after all; that doesn’t help. When the other guy runs past her, it’s enough of a distraction that the Winter Soldier is able to get one final good blow to her stomach. This knocks the wind out of her and he picks her up and throws her against the wall, knocking her out.

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Broken, Mended Chapter 2

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Summary: After breaking off an engagement, Y/N may have possibly hit rock bottom. But she doesn’t have time to think about it because she gets deployed to Iraq. Leaving their daughter with her friend, Sam Wilson, she’s gone for a year. She doesn’t like talking about her ex-fiance and is unsure if she’ll ever be able to love again. What happens a certain Captain is his literal doppelganger?

Words: 1650+

Warnings: Lies, mentions of death

A/N:  This is for @ussgallifreyfics​​ 550 follower writing challenge!  Takes place during Civil War.

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A couple of weeks pass and Y/N is loving her time with Rosemary (and Sam too, of course). As the sun rises, Y/N rolls over and looks at the clock on the side table. 6:00 am. She wants to go back to sleep and the small body next to her breathing steadily makes it so inviting but she simply can’t. Once she’s awake, she’s awake. She gets out of bed and wanders around the small house, putting together that Sam was probably out on a morning run. She sleepily stalks out to the kitchen where she finds a note on the counter.

In New York. Will text later.

Well, that’s...weird. She puts the note aside and begins making breakfast. By the time it’s done, Rosemary is walking in.

“Smells good mommy.” she looks around, “Where’s Uncle Sam?”

She sets a plate with two pancakes on it in front of her daughter, “I’m not sure honey. Maybe he got called into work.” She definitely knew that wasn’t true, but was unsure of how to answer since she herself didn’t understand the note.

With Sam in New York, or wherever he was, Y/N and Ro had a nice day together. It was nice to relax and not have to worry about anything. It was days like this that Y/N was looking forward to while overseas.

Just getting home from dinner, her phone rings. A restricted number. Rosemary runs to the living room, while she hesitantly answers. “Hello?”

“Is this Y/N L/N?”

“Yes...”

“Johnny.” Her Commanding Officer. She lets out a breath of relief and smiles.

“Oh! I was worried when you came up as a restricted number. Do you need something?”

He chuckles. “I do actually. There’s a UN meeting in Vienna tomorrow. Would you be able to do some security detail?”

A confused look appears on her face. “Don’t the governments attending have people for that? And it’s way above my paygrade anyhow, isn’t it?”

“They do, but I was contacted this morning for recommendations from the Falcon missions. You were the first to come to mind. They want someone up above looking over everything. You would be compensated appropriately.”

“I appreciate the thought, but as you know, I have a daughter. I’d have to find a babysitter or someone to look after her while I’m gone. And I just got home. I don’t want to just up and leave her again.”

It’s silent for a moment while Johnny takes that in. “I understand. Unfortunately, this is an urgent matter, so take a little bit to think about it and get back to me. I need an answer in an hour.”

“Yes, sir.” And with that he hangs up.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N puts her phone back in her pocket and goes to find Rosemary. As expected, she’s laying on her stomach in front of the TV watching her favorite cartoon. Y/N sits on the couch and sighs, rubbing her forehead with her thumb and pointer finger. 

Her daughter’s voice takes her out of her moment. “Mama, are you okay?”

She gives her a small smile, “Yeah, flower. Just thinkin’.”

She crawls onto her lap and gets cozy, “What about?”

She couldn’t help but smile at her 4 year old’s curiosity. “My Commanding Officer, my boss, just called me.”

“Do you have to go away again?” She’s smart too.

“I don’t have to if you don’t want me to. I have a choice this time.”

“You should do it.”

The answer surprises her, “Are you sure, hun? I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone. Could be a few days, could be a month, or more.”

She nods matter-of-factly, “I can stay here with Sam. Ooh! Or with Hannah. She has a really big house, remember?”

Y/N cradles her daughter’s face, moving a strand of hair out of the way, “Sometimes I swear you’re 18. I will go if you’re okay with it.”

“I am, Mommy.”

Y/N nods, and sets Rosemary back on the ground, off her lap. She immediately takes her phone out again and texts Sam.

Y/N: Don’t know what the heck you’re doing in NEW YORK, but will you be able to watch Ro for a little bit? CO just called and I’m needed in Vienna for some UN meeting or something. Sam: Vienna? Cool! I can’t watch her though, sorry. Tony Stark wanted to talk to me. Y/N: Iron Man?! What the heck for? Sam: Not sure exactly. He seemed very interested in the Falcon suit. Y/N: How would he even know about that? You’re not making any sense. Sam: I don’t know. He is a tech genius. And has connections. Maybe he just found me. 🤷🏾‍♂️  Y/N: Looks like I’m not the only one with secrets, Mr. Cryptic.

Sending that message, she then calls Julie, Hannah’s mom who is more than happy to take Rosemary. After calling Johnny back, she packs a suitcase and helps Ro get packed and takes her to Hannah’s. Thanking Julie again, she kisses her daughter goodbye and heads to the airport.

Once again, Y/N falls asleep and wakes up on a plane. It’s getting old. Looking at the little screen on the back of the seat in front of her, she can see that they’re only mere minutes from landing. As she probably should have been able to tell by her ears and the change in air pressure. 

Landing in Vienna, she gets her luggage and heads to the hotel next to where the meeting is being held and by the looks of it, all the upper floors (maybe even the whole hotel) has been reserved for everyone that is attending. There’s a lot of people dressed in black with earpieces standing outside of certain rooms. 

Y/N finds her room and enters it, not even bothering to change and lays on top of the bed. She doesn’t even realize she’s almost asleep until a knock at her door startles her awake. She looks around, remembering that she’s in Vienna in a hotel. There’s another knock and she walks to the door to answer it. Outside is a hotel staff person with a big box on a luggage cart. On it is the Air Force insignia along with the word fragile on one side and handle with care on the other. The staffer looks at her, “Are you Miss Y/N L/N?”

“Yes.”

“Then this is for you.”

She smiles at him, taking the box, “Thank you.”

He leaves and she closes the door. Opening the box, she finds her assumption to be correct- inside it is the Falcon wings. Underneath them in the box however, are a couple extra things with a note. It reads, Just a little upgrade.  -J

She pulls the first thing out and it’s a new tactical suit to go with the wings. It’s not like anything she’s seen before. She wonders who Johnny or the Air Force consulted to make this. It’s lighter than anything she’s ever worn, yet looks like it has better protection coverage. It has a holster on each thigh and one on the waist. For this job Y/N isn’t really sure why she would need that much firepower, but it’s nice nonetheless. Beside it was another smaller box, she assumed held the pistols for the holsters.

Waking up and looking at the clock, Y/N realizes she got more of a nap rather than sleep. Some sleep is better than none though. She takes a quick shower, puts her hair up in a tight bun, and gets dressed in the new suit. It’s snug, yet surprisingly comfortable, breathable. She puts on the wing pack and secures the guns. Along with them in the little box was an earpiece, presumably for keeping in contact with one or a few people on the ground. She heads up the hotel stairwell to the roof. She opens the wings and flies to a building across the way so she could see everyone and everything going on.

She sits at her perch and watches as all the news trucks line the street. As camera crews and anchors get themselves set up in front of the building, she brings her hand up to her ear. “If anyone is on this channel, can you contact law enforcement? There’s one truck down on the street that only one person has exited. They didn’t have any camera equipment. White ADS truck.”

There’s a little bit of crackling then a response, “Yes ma’am. We’ve been watching it down here too.”

Only a couple minutes pass before a K9 unit and another policeman approach the vehicle. The dog stands alert, which is never good. She releases her wings again and gets ready. The officer not holding the dog opens the back door and Y/N can tell, even from her high vantage point, that he’s scared. As he backs up, he’s definitely telling people to clear out and get as far back as possible. At this, she immediately jumps off the building and dives towards the ground.

It’s only but another few seconds later that whatever was in the van goes off. It sets off what she assumes is a chain reaction of explosives that goes up the building right to where the UN meeting is being held. The severity of the blast throws her back into the building that she was just on top of and through a window. She grunts at the impact but quickly recovers, flying to the meeting room.

Everyone of course is in a panic. A redhead has seemed to have taken charge, getting everyone out of the room and exiting the building. From what she can see, there was only one casualty, more probably on the ground. She approaches the body and the one holding it, instantly recognizing it at King T’Chaka of Wakanda and his son T’Challa. 

She puts a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump slightly. “I’m sorry, Your Highness.”

He doesn’t say anything, only nods. As she begins to walk away she sees him take a ring off his father’s finger and hold it.

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[ussgallifrey]

To all the wonderful people who joined my very first milestone challenge, I just wanna say thank you!

Here I will post all the entries for the challenge and will update it as the stories are posted.

Bucky Barnes

• Confetti by @jaamesbbarnes for Confetti

• Rain by @sebbbystaaan for Umbrella

• How It Began by @tellmealovestory for Bouquet

• Lumière by @wintersoeldiers for "It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine."

• Time Stops by @jbbuckybarnes for "They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true."

• Snow-made by @redhairedfeistynerd for Homemade

Sam Wilson

• Sugar by @queens-n-roses for Sugar - Maroon 5

Steve Rogers

• Broken, Mended by @blackwidowballet for Home and Roses

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[ussgallifrey]

Hi! I'd love to join your writing challenge. If Baking and "Singin' in the Rain" are still available, I'd love to write for those two ❤

Aww, Baking was just taken, but "Singin' In The Rain" is still available! If there's another one you want, just let me know 💜

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[ussgallifrey]

Hi there lovely!! Congrats on 550! Can I please have umbrella under april with Bucky!❤️❤️❤️

Ooh, yes you can! I'm already excited! ☂️

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[ussgallifrey]

hey! i’ve just seen your writing challenge and would absolutely love to take part! could i use the music prompt of "Cheek to Cheek" - Fred Astaire? with 40s!Bucky please!! thank you and congrats again:)

Of course you can! Oh man, I was waiting for someone to grab that prompt 💕

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[ussgallifrey]

Hi! Could I have the prompt "Expectation is the root of all heartache" if it is still available, please? With Loki! 😊💚🖤 Thank you and have a great day!

Ooh, that one sounds very interesting! It's all yours, thank you for joining the challenge!

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[ussgallifrey]

Can I have Blizzard for the prompt?

Sure thing! 😁 Thanks for joining!

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[ussgallifrey]

Hi, may I take some prompts for the challenge? I'd like the Luck prompt for Sam and the Warm prompt for SamBucky. Is that allowed? Thank you!

It's most definitely allowed! They're both yours now 😁 Thanks for joining!

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