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nev3rfound · 2 years

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in another lifetime : part seven - h.z / l.k

knowing your time is up you have no choice but to accept your fate with laszlo by your side. yet zemo refuses to let this be the end for you, knowing there is so much more you for to experience and live for. 4.7k (it's a longun)

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warnings: elements of tfatws series and the alienist, injuries, health problems, mentions of illness and disjointed info from doctor strange kinda au, kinda sad in parts (this is all sort of an au so be mindful thank you!) SAD okay - i warned you

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX / PART SEVEN (the ending)

thank you so SO much for reading this series and allowing me to delve into other daniel bruhl characters. it's been a joy to write and here's to IALT :)

New York - 1898

Laszlo stirs beside you, turning over as the sun began to rise. The rays of light encroach through the curtains, illuminating a slither of your face for him to admire.

He couldn't help but think how peaceful you look in your sleep, without a single worry consuming your thoughts unlike his that haunts his sleep. He knew this was the end, and that there was no stopping the inevitable, but he'd at least make the most of what little time he has left with you.

Rising from the bed with a stiff back, Laszlo attempts to be quiet as the mattress rose with him. But he knew better than to assume you'd remain asleep, you always woke at the slightest of sounds.

"Why're you staring, Laszlo, don't you know it's rude?" Your voice remains heavy with sleep as you blink away the last of your dreams.

Unable to stop the corners of his lips rising, Laszlo nods. "Sometimes I just can't help myself, dear."

"I guess that can be forgiven," You mutter, forcing yourself to sit upright only to feel a wave of nausea overcome your senses.

Laszlo notices immediately and he reaches under the bed, handing you a bowl kept in case. He doesn't even flinch at the sound of you retching into the bowl, only lowers his gaze until you're composed.

"I'm sorry," The words are muffled by the bowl, but Laszlo hears you nonetheless. Awkwardly he makes his way over to your side and runs his fingers through your hair, brushing it from your face as you lift your head back up. "Las," You whisper his name, too afraid to say it.

Yet, he understands without having verbal confirmation.

It's time.

New York - 2025

Entering the close to an abandoned-looking building, Sam struggles to hold back a sneeze as he walked into a cobweb.

"Ma-duk," Zemo mutters, following Sam in with Bucky smiling to himself at the comment.

"I heard that." Sam retorts, wiping the cobweb away. "So, where are they?" He looks around at the dust-coated stairwell and stain-glassed windows.

Bucky hums. "They should be here."

"Yes, thank you for repeating that." Sam rolls his eyes. "How are we here before them when they can do that," Sam lifts his arms up, copying the actions often seen from the sorcerers of the mystic arts.

Zemo's ears perk up at a faint hissing sound, and as he turns sparks begin to form in thin air. "I think they might've heard you, Sam." Zemo calls out, watching several portals form and the recruited team of sorcerers step into the lobby.

Now standing before the trio, Strange approaches first.

"Are you sure you're ready to do this? We don't know how she'll react or if she'll even come back." Strange reminds Bucky specifically, knowing he had the most concern about you returning despite the longing to see you again.

"She needs to come back." Zemo comments with a small smile. "So she can heal, and live her life." He adds, looking down at his left hand, noting how it still feels odd to see his ring finger bare.

"There's one thing though that we haven't discussed," Emilie speaks up, sharing a look of understanding with Strange. "If Y/n returns, she, she won't be able to go back, not ever." Emilie explains with sorrow filling her tone, picturing your bright smile in those old articles everyone researched.

You'd be torn from your family once again, forced into another situation whether you'd like it or not.

"She'll never see Laszlo again?" Zemo is the first to ask, unsure what to make of it all.

"It's too complex for the timeline. If she were to return, a new timeline would form and," Strange trails off upon seeing blank expressions in response.

"If Y/n comes home, that's it." Emilie states finally. "It's up to her if she does, but we can at least try."

"So be it." Sam nods, sparing Bucky a look who nods in response despite his shoulders beginning to fall forward in despair.

Both Emilie and Strange turn their backs to face the other sorcerers and begin their process. "So, Y/n will be home." Sam chuckles dryly at the thought, after all these years without you to tease him or make him smile when times got tough. He knew he owed you more than these past few years, even if he's not been there to help you through them, he'll help you now.

Wandering the halls of the Institute, your fingers glide across the walls laced with memories. You'll never forget the children, their laughter or cries for a Mother figure and them finding comfort in you for a short while.

You find your feet guiding you toward Laszlo's office, the door remaining ajar and piano now clean from dust too tempting to ignore.

Sitting down once more your back remains turned from the doorway. Yet this time, you can sense Laszlo lingering, watching you closely as you begin to play a gentle melody.

With your eyes closed, your fingers guide the tune, one you knew from childhood- a simpler time before everything became so complicated when there were no worldly threats and a lifetime of loss.

"You played that once before," Laszlo enters his office, listening to the song ending and catches your fingers slipping from the keys. "Christmas Eve last year." He remembers, unaware of the tears forming in your eyes whilst he smiles at the memory.

"My mother taught it to me," You whisper, not wishing to shatter the moment with volume. "she, she would always sing along whilst dancing with my siblings." A single tear falls to your lap upon feeling Laszlo's hand rest on your shoulder, followed by his lips to the top of your head.

"I know Schatz, we danced together, along with Sara and John." Laszlo recalls as he lifts his head up, catching the downturn of your lips.

"Oh, of course," The words pass your lips in a mumble. "it's getting worse, Las." You hate to admit it aloud, but you both knew it would happen eventually.

Taking the spot beside you, Laszlo wraps his arm around you allowing you to rest your head on his chest. With a heavy sigh, he closes his eyes, treasuring this moment with you. "We knew this was coming, Y/n." Laszlo remains truthful, no matter how much it hurts. "But there's no need to be afraid, remember that."

Laszlo can hear you sniffling at his words he uses his bad arm to try and lift your chin so you can look at him properly.

Despite your blurred vision, you can tell he's crying too. "What if something happens?" You dare to question, knowing this is filled with uncertainties for you both.

"We'll figure it out, just like we always have." Laszlo states as he leans in, his lips brushing over yours. "It'll all work out, my dear." He mutters to you before kissing you again, this time not wanting to dare let go of you.

On the sidelines to the final preparation stands Bucky, watching everyone's movements and listening to the conversation.

"I thought you'd be more excited, hell, I anticipated a smile at the least." Sam tries to lighten the tense mood as he dares intrude Bucky from his thoughts.

Bucky pauses before sparing Sam a glance. "It's just not what I expected. After all this time." He admits, his mind racing with those photos and articles they all read about you.

You were a wife, a mother figure to children who needed one. A friend to many and a badass detective. It was everything you dreamt of having, but never had the opportunity to experience.

"Don't go telling me you wanna back out?" Sam notices the change in Bucky's posture immediately.

Shaking his head slowly, no more words are exchanged between the pair.

"It'll be Y/n's choice, Sam." Zemo comments, having overheard the brief conversation.

"But she should come home, to where she belongs." Sam can't help himself. He knows he might be selfish, but he doesn't want to lose you again, not like this. "If she doesn't come back, she's gone for good. There's no returning, no miracle, no spell or time travel available. She will become nothing more than a name on a gravestone."

Sam's words fall flat between everyone. His voice had risen during his statement.

Strange clears his throat, ensuring their attention reverts. "It's time, she's ready."

Every student present begins to form a line whilst Strange stands before them. "You know what to do, focus." He nods to them all, stepping back toward Bucky, Sam and Zemo as the students take deep breaths.

"You sure this'll work?" Sam can't help ask, depiste how much extensive practise has gone into this.

One by one, a portal begins to open. Some are to places unrecognisable, the wrong time period or the wrong city.

Yet, Emilie's leads to Doctor Laszlo Kreizler's institute.

"Well, who's going?" Emilie asks with a hint of a smile on her face, watching Strange, Sam and Bucky enter, leaving Zemo to stand watching. "You not joining?"

Zemo keeps his feet firmly planted on the spot. "It's not my place to be involved." He simply remarks, crossing his fingers behind his back, hoping you'll return.

"After all this, you're leaving?" Tears line Sara's cheeks, but she refuses to wipe them. This is her moment of weakness with the three people she trusts with everything. How was this supposed to become only two?

Laszlo's hand remains on your waist, holding you close. He can feel your body tensing, noting you clenching your fists as light streams through your veins.

"Trust me, if there was another way," You trail off when the pain intensifies. It feels like acid is pumping through your veins, causing you to fall into Laszlo who whispers comfort into your ear.

"We can't let her live like this," Laszlo kisses your temple, not wanting to face his friends. "she will be helped, she will be cured." He reaffirms. "That is what is important in this situation."

John, previously standing tall now slumps into the armchair. "I can't imagine our lives without you now, Y/n." John dryly chuckles, catching a half smile from you in response.

"I'll be back, John." You breathe out, missing the look Laszlo sends John. "Can't keep me gone. Not when there's so much to do around here." Forcing a small laugh, the pain begins to subside enough for you to support your own weight.

Yet, something shifts.

Laszlo notices, but Sara and John seem oblivious to such.

Without a second thought, your hand reaches for Laszlo's, taking his fingers between yours and clasping your hand into his. He squeezes three times, and you do in return.

"It's time." You stand tall, with your husband by your side. "Don't try and have too much fun without me, alright?"

Sara and John rise to their feet, embracing you in a hug before allowing you to walk out of the office, hand in hand with Laszlo.

Once you have turned the corner, Sara crumbles into John. "She's not coming back, is she?" Sara mutters, feeling John's hand on the back of her head, holding her close.

John needn't say a word, because they both knew from how tightly Laszlo held your hand, knowing it would soon slip from his forevermore.

Standing opposite the building, horses continued to neigh before being forced to walk on, guiding the carriages from their view leaving tracks of snow behind.

"We're really here, huh?" Sam looks in disbelief. Despite everything that's happened, this is probably in his top three weirdest situations.

Bucky watches intensely at the front door to the institution, the large gates guarding the building delicately wound with golden leaves. And then, his breath halters at the sight; you.

Strange can see it play out and extends his arm outward. "I wouldn't." His tone suggests a warning, and for once, Bucky obliges. "We have to let her do this, on her terms."

"How long do we have?" Sam asks, glancing back at the open portal. The rest of the sorcerers are supporting Emilie, seeing sweat drip from her forehead, her arms already trembling.

Without blinking, Strange responds. "5 minutes at most."

Dark clouds above begin to shake, dropping snowflakes down on the city, adding to the existing used pile beneath their feet.

The group watches you exit the building, hand in hand with Doctor Kreizler. If it were any other situation, Sam might've spared a laugh at your outfit, knowing how long it must've taken for you to comply to such a dress code.

You continue your conversation with Laszlo, pretending that this isn't it, because it's not, it cannot be. And then you see them, through the gates, your other family.

Without a chance to catch a breath, the piercing pain increases and you let out a scream.

"Schatz, it's alright, I've got you." Collapsing behind the gates, you close your eyes, embracing Laszlo as tears freely fall, almost freezing against your cheeks. "I've got you." He repeats, hearing hurried footsteps approaching the gates.

Two pairs of hands wrap around the gates, matched with concerned gazes set on you.

"Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes, I take it?" Laszlo asks.

Neither Sam nor Bucky can get over the resemblance to the man standing on the other side of the portal, but they know this isn't the time to fixate on how you could hate one and love another.

"Can we come in?" Bucky questions, thankful when Laszlo nods.

Snapping the chains, the gates open outward.

"Come on, schatz." Laszlo lifts a hand up to your hair, brushing it out from your face, his heart sinking when you meet his gaze. "We both know this day would come, where one would say goodbye to the other before our time was up." He speaks clearly, submerging the pain in his voice.

Slowly you rise with his help, unaware of your oldest friends mere feet from you after all this time.

"Oh, Laszlo," You whisper, placing your hands on his cheeks, catching a tear he lets slip out at your delicate tone. "this isn't goodbye. There's still so much more for us to do."

Bringing his hands to cover yours, he moves them to his lips. "But I'm afraid we won't be doing it together, dear." He frets, feeling your hands shake in his.

"Our adventure isn't over, Las." Squeezing his hands three times, you focus on his deep eyes, remembering them clearly when he first stumbled upon you all those years ago. They were forever laced with kindness, and sincerity for those who needed help. He never had to help you, but he chose to. And now, you will do him the same kindness. "It is simply happening at different times."

Holding back a sob, Laszlo squeezes back three times. "And that is okay." You finish, leaning closer to kiss him.

When your lips meet his, you wish to never let go.

Every kiss replays in your mind. From the piano to your first time together, your wedding, the arguments, the relief after a case, near misses during said cases, celebrations, losses and every little moment in between.

Snowflakes mix with teardrops as you part.

"I will always love you, Laszlo." You whisper, wanting this to be said between you both, for him only.

His hands begin to slip from yours until they're empty of your warm embrace. "I love you, Y/n Kreizler." Laszlo mirrors your tone, watching your footprints in the snow lead toward the large portal before swallowing you whole.

The snow continues to fall, and your footprints begin to be covered. But you'll never be forgotten that easily, not by Laszlo.

As the portal consumes you, two pairs of arms support you. "We've got you, it's okay, doll." Bucky mutters, attempting to soothe you.

Looking over your shoulder, sparks of orange dissipate and your heart sinks. A scream overcomes your body, leaving you to slump to the ground with nothing left to give. That's when the world becomes blurred once more and turns into darkness.

Three months later. New York, 2025.

It still felt strange. The loss of him and that life is something you're unsure you'll ever overcome.

You, like many of your friends, have endured more loss than any person should experience in a lifetime. But knowing that doesn't make it any easier, nothing does.

Sitting in the living room with an almost cold mug of tea in hand, tear streaks are permanently dried to your cheeks.

"Y/n?" Zemo enters the room, hardly surprised when you do not respond nor spare him a glance.

Ever since you returned, you've been avoiding him. Zemo has an idea of why, but it's never been confirmed. You were escorted to Wakanda the night you returned, and only last week released with a clean bill of health to New York. A clean bill of physical help, no one can fix the scars on your mind with ease, not even Wakandan technology.

As an act of gratitude, you asked for them to spare Zemo for all he has done and helped with. Though you never told him to his face, you were grateful for everything that happened as, without it, you would never have known true love.

"Hello, Zemo." Your voice is still hoarse from the nightmares that plague your attempts at sleep. Everyone can hear you cry and scream for Laszlo. Usually, Bucky is the one who rushes in, trying to ease the pain like you once did for him. "How're you today?"

Nodding in response, despite the fact your back is facing him, Zemo approaches you cautiously. "I wanted to thank you, Y/n." Zemo acknowledges, nearing the sofa situated toward the large pane of windows.

"You deserve to live too." The sentence is muttered, but loud enough for Zemo to hear it. "I know I," You pause, daring to meet his gaze for the first time. "I can't go back." Tears immediately form in your eyes as you look at him.

Clean cut, hair parted differently. Even his stance and attire are unlike your beloved. But despite how much of him differ, it's still a punch in the gut to see him like this.

"How are you feeling today, Y/n?" Zemo rephrases, watching you roughly wipe your eyes with the tattered sleeves of your hoodie. "There's something I'd like to show you, only if you're feeling well enough for the excursion."

Rising to your feet with a heavy sigh, you face Zemo straight on. This time, your eyes do not waver from his. "I could use a change of scenery." You shrug, following behind him toward the front door.

Neither Sam or Bucky question the sight of you both leaving the building, instead they were thankful to see you, even if it were with Zemo. "Do you think?" Sam begins to question, noticing Bucky nod. "And do we?"

"No," Bucky answers curtly. "let him show her."

Walking alongside Zemo, the chill of winter catches you off guard as your arms remain tightly crossed.

"My wife, she always told me stories are often intertwined in life." Zemo quietly speaks up as you walk slowly alongside him. "When, when I left Sokovia, she wished me farewell like she normally would. I gave my son a hug goodbye," His voice cracks, causing you to pause and face him.

"That, that was the last time you saw them, isn't it?" Your hand rests on his upper arm as he barely nods. "What did she mean, about stoties being intertwined?"

An attempted smile crosses Zemo's lips at the memory of his wife's words. "She said there would always be people in our lives we'd meet, and for some reason, it would just make sense. I guess I'd never thought too deeply about it, until well," He trails off as you both continue walking toward an unknown destination.

"Until?" You press.

"Until you came into my apartment with a look of utter disgust, the opposite of the one my wife once had." He remarks, daring to glance over and see the visible confusion on his face. "You, you're a lot like her, Y/n. In many ways."

Words fail your lips, but you manage to hum.

"I don't expect you to say anything." Zemo adds fretfully.

"Where are we going?" You eventually question, noting the streets baring away from the liveliness of the city, drearing toward the quieter patches, peaceful even.

"It's just up ahead." He tells you, leaving you both to walk in silence toward the grass filled pathway.

Thick blades of grass and weeds were overgrown, leaving little of the original pathway exposed. Your eyes wandered the grounds, noticing the increase of angel statues, named etched in stone and dried, dying flowers planted at the bases.

Suddenly, your mind drifts back to a forgotten memory.

"This is where she'll be buried." Laszlo sighs deeply, resting his hand heavily on the cane, the other in yours. "It was all my fault."

"Don't say that, Laszlo." You hush him. "It was an accident, no one is to be of blame for this." Looking around the graveyard, many plots remained empty, awaiting a new resident to take a permanent place. "At least it is a pleasant resting place."

Lifting his head up, he follows your gaze toward the large hanging oak tree. "It is indeed." Laszlo remarks, stepping back and lightly pulls on your hand, guiding you out of the graveyard.

"Zemo," You breathe out, sparing him a teary glance.

"I won't intrude, but I thought this is something you deserved." He clears his throat, coming to a halt with you by his side. "It's the least I can do for you, Y/n." A small smile graces his lips when your eyes meet his, and an attempted one crosses your own.

Looking down, your knees become weak.

It's covered in moss, and cracked in areas. Mixtures of grey and white spread beneath the greenery that entraps it. But there, clearly etched into the stone; Doctor Laszlo Kriezler & Y/n Kriezler. Husband and Wife, lived long eventful lives. Their adventures together and apart will forever outlive them.

"He-" A sob lodges in your throat, your knees finally giving way. With Zemo's help, you cradle the mildewed grass beneath your feet as your fingers glide over your names, remaining together, forever.

"Whilst you were in Wakanda, Doctor Strange was able to find a small temporary loophole." Zemo begins to explain, remaining stood by your side whilst you quietly cry. Your palm never leaves your husband's name on the stone. "Bucky and Sam were able to visit Doctor Kriezler, inform him that you lived and will eventually be alright."

Sniffing, you can picture it now. Your oldest friends, going to meet your husband from the 1800s. As if your life wasn't weird enough.

Reaching into his jacket pocket, Zemo pulls out an envelope and kneels beside you. "He wanted you to have this, Y/n."

A wax sealed, well well worn enclosed letter is in front of you. Even from here, it smells like the institute. Closing your eyes, you can see Laszlo now, hunched over his desk in the evening. Once all the children have gone to sleep, the fire behind him crackles. But you aren't there to fill the room with music or laughter. He'll be alone, writing you a letter, a final farewell.

Bringing the letter into your own hands, you sit upright. "Thank you, Zemo." You mumble, aware of his presence retreating to allow you this moment.

Cautiously, you lift the wax seal from the delicate paper to see his handwriting.

Wiping your eyes once more, you avoid splashing the ink with your tears as you begin to read his final letter to you, his love, his lost wife.

'My dearest Y/n, I know this has not been an easy journey for you, schatz, it was never intended to be. From the moment we first met, there was something in you I knew I couldn't live without knowing, even if John claimed insanity from me for allowing a woman dressed in such attire to be seen getting into our carriage; it was the least of my concern because I needed, I yearned to learn about this mystery woman. What I had not intended, was to fall in love with her. That, however, is not something I can ever regret, for it was the wisest decision I have made. Your smile, your wit, your laughter. My love, it is something I think of fondly, and I know Sara and John miss it too. We often sit in silence here at the institute, thinking back to those days after an investigation. How we'd all sit by the fire with a whiskey. You might accompany with music, and Sara may dare dance if she'd drank enough. Those are the moments I reflect on most; as you were candidly content. Your eyes would flicker with unfathomed joy which travelled to your lips and warmed my heart. I'm afraid to admit I can't bring myself to sit at the piano without you by my side. That being said, Y/n, my dear, I don't want you to suffer out there. We knew the consequences, even if neither wanted to admit such. I loved and will love you forevermore with everything, but I want you to do everything we never had the time for. Travel my love. See the world, take care of your spunky friends - they are exactly as you described them to be. If things were different, I'd say Sara might have taken some fancy (but best not repeat that.) Now, I am sure that you are aware of my burial place, one I had made originally for you. Even though I know you live on, you deserve a place here, one for us to visit. One day, I am sure my name will join yours, and that we will meet again.

Never forget my Y/n, our story is not over. It will continue again, in another life.

With all my love, yours, Laszlo.'

Crumbling into yourself, you have nothing left to voice. You hug the letter close to your chest, wanting and wishing for nothing more than it to be his arms around you. For Laszlo to whisper into your ear that everything will work out.

But he's not here. He's long gone and this is your reality of life without him.

"Y/n?" Zemo quietly calls your name, having approached one more upon seeing you curled into the damp grass as your shoulders shake.

Opening your eyes, you slowly look up at the man so alike to your love. It evokes something new completely within you as you focus on him. "T, thank you." You manage to find the words, knowing deep down that they aren't enough, no words will be enough as you look down at the letter in your grasp.

"I understand, Y/n." Zemo tells you softly, extending his hand toward you.

Accepting his help, you brush off the grass from yourself and glance back to the gravestone.

Silence falls between Zemo and you, but for once it isn't filled with tension and the unknown; it brings peace.

With the letter in hand, your thumb brushes over the wax seal before you tuck it into your pocket and face Zemo once more.

"Helmut?" You speak up, surprising both yourself and Zemo. You've never called him that, but it's embraced as he nods. "Would you like to see your family's memorial?"

Feeling his breath hitch in his throat, Zemo looks around in confusion. "This is real?" He asks in disbelief.

"Yes, Helmut. This is real." A soft smile forms on your lips, one of sure gratitude as Zemo's hand rests on his own heart. "Come on, we wouldn't want to keep them waiting."

"I, I," Stumbling over his own words, Zemo simply wraps his arms around you and brings you into a hug.

Tears form in his eyes whilst you cannot see him, but you can hear how fast his heart is beating.

Lifting your hand up, you rub his back whilst facing the gravestone, knowing somewhere, Laszlo is looking down with pride.

"You deserve closure too, Helmut. A whole new chapter awaits you out there." You mutter to him, closing your eyes and enjoying the embrace before you set off on a new adventure into the unknown. IALT SERIES TAGLIST: (sorry for making you lot wait nearly a whole year for the ending.) @zemosbaroness @fillechatoyante @country-cowgirl-101 @kpopnena @telesynths @thebookisbtr @mybisexualheartbeatsforzemo @ajeff855 @somethingthatsaysbubbles @fangirl-inthe-us @marchingicenotes7 @graniairish @lol-im-done @cinna-minseok @sapphiredreamer26 @swndmans @soxysarah92 @thehornyfemme @bloop-booop @fictionlandslanddreams

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duckybarnes1917 · 1 year

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Hiya☺️ I just read your fic what's mine is yours it's amazing to say the least and I was wondering if we could possibly get a part 4 were the reader ends up falling for zemo hard and starts questioning there loyalty to Bucky. I know you said last part but I just thought I'd ask. Have a lovely day. ❤️

This ask is so incredibly sweet and I’ve been thinking about it since you sent it 💗

I wrote this mini series a while ago so seeing this new interest in it is so fun. While I don’t see myself writing any new parts for this series (I’m so sorry) I can tell you how I imagine these three continuing on.

Bucky would 100% accept Zemo into your relationship. He enjoys how much Zemo wants you and enjoys controlling both of you. Once he realizes your feelings are deeper than he thought for Zemo he would probably withdraw a bit, unsure of how he feels about it. But ultimately, the three of you would work it out and be happier all together.

Thank you again for sending this, it means a lot 💗

#asked and answered #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky x zemo #zemo smut

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fast-moon · 2 years

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My Ranking of the MCU TV Shows So far

So, with Ms. Marvel having wrapped up last week, I figured I’d see where it lands on my ranking of the MCU Disney+ shows before we get She-Hulk (and, uh, I Am Groot, I guess) in a month.

These are completely subjective personal preferences that no one asked for, but I felt like writing them out. So, ranked from least-favorite to favorite, these were my thoughts:

(spoilers for all shows)

7. Loki

I was somehow, like, not engaged with Loki at all. I’m fine with Loki as a character, but this show felt like it was just running solely on name recognition and the popularity of the character rather than because it had anything interesting to do or say about said character. Loki gets dissociated from the time stream in Endgame due to stealing the Tesseract that the time-traveling Avengers were trying to steal, and then gets picked up by the time and space police for violating the timeline. But instead of destroying him like they usually do with variants, they decide, “Hey, what if we made Loki a time and space detective working under this agency? That totally is a natural continuation of his plot and character arc until now.” Then Loki meets a female variant of himself and they go around doing... stuff. And then he meets an alligator version of himself, isn’t that funny? For the whole thing, I couldn’t stop asking, “What in this story necessitates its main character be Loki? This role could have been filled by anyone since it in no way explores anything fundamental about him or his journey.”

And so naturally, it’s the only live-action show so far confirmed to be getting a second season.

6. What If...?

This show had a couple of episodes that I really liked, including the first two with Captain Carter and T’Challa Star Lord, and the Doctor Strange one. The rest of the episodes were pretty forgettable and gave me the same feeling as Loki: “What are they trying to say here?” For alternate universe stuff like this, I think it’s strongest where we get to see how the same character behaves when put in a situation different from the one that happened in the original timeline, to see what they’re really made of. Some episodes managed that well. Others were just “Here’s a random scenario that we’ve inserted Avengers characters into and nobody is behaving like themselves.” Pretty much the only thing learned from this series is that Tony always dies and never trust Hank Pym.

And naturally, it’s the bottom two on my list that are confirmed for a season 2.

5. The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

This one and the next two are actually fairly closely tied, and all three solidly above the previous two, but I needed to order them somehow, so at least for today, this is the order. Unlike Loki which never felt like anything in it necessitated Loki’s presence specifically, this series revolved around who should take up the mantle of Captain America after Steve Rogers’s retirement. So this is a story that specifically needs Sam and Bucky. And then the Captain America mantle ends up being passed to some other unknown guy, John Walker, after Sam and Bucky are both hesitant to take it. And from there we get a story of what it means to be Captain America and what kind of person deserves to wield the shield. Which is great, I liked that, and there was a lot of talk on race and discussing how Black soldiers were treated. Isaiah Bradley was absolutely the best part of this series. Unfortunately, the series mostly suffered from some fairly bland protagonists who didn’t become interesting until Zemo showed up. Yes, the forgettable antagonist from Captain America: Civil War was the most interesting man in the room here. Coupled with some antagonists in the Flag Smashers who started out strong and relatable, then all of a sudden shot themselves in the foot out of nowhere because the writers were like, “Wait, we can’t have the viewers actually siding with these guys, they need to do some undeniably evil stuff for no reason”, and then their motives just fell apart.

4. Ms. Marvel

So, I’m a sucker for family dynamic stories that don’t revolve around toxic familial dysfunction, so this was already pretty wholesome going in. That and Iman Vellani wasn’t even acting, she just is Kamala Khan in real life. But this was a series that while the parents were still treated as obstacles to Kamala embracing her powers and her love for superheroes, they were never portrayed as the bad guys. Pretty much everything involving the family, the wedding, the Partition of India backstory, was just really enjoyable to watch. This was another series where we were given a story from a cultural angle that was different from what we often see, which was refreshing and fun. I also enjoy the “street level” stories from superhero universes to see how the regular civilians live in a world where superheroes and monsters and aliens are real. This show’s main failing was, again, its villains. It tried to give us too many, from Department of Damage Control to Clan Destine, and then not really know what to do with either of them or what their motives were. But Kamala will be back in The Marvels next year, as the post-credits teaser indicated, so I can’t wait to see how she fangirls over actually meeting her idol.

3. Moon Knight

Steven Grant is a precious bean and must be protected at all costs. That’s it. That’s Moon Knight. In seriousness, though, I enjoyed how this series tackled the issue of dissociative identity disorder, not just as a gimmick, but really delving into why he has it in the first place and why it manifests the way it does. I also really loved the directing of the personality shifts, and Oscar Isaac just nails everything in this. He probably gives the best performance out of all of the shows. And I think the villain in this show is probably the best out of all the shows, too, in that his motive remains consistent throughout and that he is a valid and relevant threat. There’s also the mystery element running through it as to why everything is happening that gets revealed in pieces. So why is it only #3? Well, it goes back to the first line. Steven Grant single-handedly carries this show, while pretty much everyone else in it is meh. And that still is a tribute to Oscar Isaac where he can play such a compelling character AND such a dull character at the same time in the same scene.

2. Hawkeye

Hey, you know how I mentioned earlier how I’m all for wholesome family shit, and now there’s Christmas hijinx mixed in and general goofiness that doesn’t detract from the underlying serious story? Sign me up for that. Hawkeye was one of those Avengers who was always in the background who I was like, “I guess he’s all right” about, and this show recognizes that and runs with it. To me he was always like the put-upon Avengers dad who keeps wanting to retire but those damn kids can’t keep the world saved for five goddamn minutes! And now he might be missing Christmas with his family because of it, aaagh! There’s some phenomenal directing in the middle couple episodes (Bert and Bertie, get them in more stuff now), and there was serious discussion around Clint’s hearing loss and how it affected his everyday life. As someone with a deaf family member who lost his hearing at an advanced age and never learned to sign, the scene of writing the conversation out on notepads was super relatable to me and also heartbreaking. Then we had Yelena brought in from Black Widow to have some fun banter with Kate Bishop. This one will probably become a yearly Christmas tradition.

1. Wandavision

Hawkeye and Ms. Marvel had wholesome silly family shit, Moon Knight had a respectful look into devastating untreated mental health issues, and Wandavision has all of that and more. It has that wholesome exterior that’s hiding something dark, but the darkness isn’t just there for shock value, it is something that is naturally to be expected after what happened to Wanda in Infinity War and Endgame. The creative set pieces and setting aren’t used as just a gimmick, but as an allegory for Wanda’s coping mechanisms as she attempts to process her grief after losing her entire support structure. And then Vision is just my comfort character archetype: strong, calm, intelligent, humble, and most of all gentle and kind. The guy who’ll just sit with you and let you talk out your problems without being judgmental. Anyone who’s had someone like that in their life would be devastated to lose them, especially so unfairly. Where this show starts to falter is when it tries to rein itself back into tried and true MCU format, with a finale that, while still having some excellent emotional and philosophical beats such as Vision defeating his alter ego diplomatically, it does still devolve into a CG explosion-fight that didn’t really need to happen. And as charming as Kathryn Hahn was as a secondary character, much like Loki I’m not certain she can carry her own story, with Agatha: House of Harkness set to air in the next year or two. And don’t get me started on how Wandavision elegantly handled a woman having a mental breakdown without simply resorting to the “crazy emotional woman” trope, and then Doctor Strange: Multiverse of Madness... didn’t.

#wandavision #hawkeye #moon knight #ms marvel #fatws #loki #what if

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Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Chapter Ten

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader

Characters: Loki, Thor, Fem OC, Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange

Warnings: angst, death of secondary characters (described but not graphic or grusome), allusions to past non con experience(not described in detail), witch coven dynamics, vampire coven dynamics, soul bonds, hurt/comfort, canon level violence, blood drinking (dubious consent), mind exploration, fluff, nightmares, MINORS DNI

Word Count: 8.9k

A.N.: i controlled my word count this time, the next few chapters will get more intense so i want to be able to plan them much better in the sense what each should cover so this might appear short or like a filler but it opens up more in depth aspects of things that occurred. Also I cried writing a part of this chapter.

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Chapter Nine || Chapter Eleven

Main Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || My AO3

Chapter Ten - Is It Not More Beautiful To Be Tainted?

Three Hundred Years Ago.

His disdain is palpable in the air. Seeping fear into the immortal bones of his army. His children. The gurgling sounds aren’t for the weak stomached. Nor are the wretched screams for the faint hearted. Even the pleads of mercy fall upon unhearing ears and ears that are forced to not hear a whisper of them.

Alexander Pierce taking apart a witch coven one by one. He was angry. His victims not even spared that one merciful glance that could save them. Damnation into this hellish eternity.

Luna watches silently standing behind Rumlow as they set ablaze yet another witch coven. The reason for Alexander’s anger is well known; survival of the celestial coven, yet again.

“I find it peculiar indeed.” Rumlow muses as he stands near the two brothers.

Thor watches the terrible vampire from his periphery.

“Won’t you entertain my curiosity?” Rumlow taunts, itching to get a rise out of one of the two brothers.

“I do not have time for your childish games, Brock.” Loki sighs, unamused.

He looks towards Luna, she always looked at him with sadness as though he bore a loss of something upon his shoulders.

Loki does not let his gaze linger just short moment before he turns to his newer father figure to watch him. Brock Rumlow was the kind of mate who left his own mate in bruises if another looked her way for a moment too long.

Blaming Luna for everything. Even his own abusive actions.

Loki had seen the mind of the vampire, the very first mind he delved into upon his first moment as a creature of the night.

Unfortunately all Brock was thinking about was the torturous lunar cycle Loki spent, being battered bruised. Forcefully fed blood and Rumlow’s non consensual advances.

Those images burned behind the younger son of Frigga’s eyelids the very ones his mother would place her kisses upon to stop the nightmares from dragging him into their trenches.

“I believe you two allow witches to escape. Never giving us the full coven.” Brock smugly whispers the thought.

“You dare insinuate that we disobey father?” Thor fumes, hands turning into fists by his side.

“Brother.” Loki says in warning.

“Why so defensive, Thor? Have I uttered even a semblance of truth? Do you and your brother allow witches to run free? Are you in love with those vile creatures that are born to have us ended?” Rumlow stands eye level with Thor, chest puffed out trying to appear stronger.

Thor gazes wildly at Rumlow,

“You don’t scare me anymore, Brock.” His blue and brown eyes shift to red,

“Oh, I can smell the fear wafting from you, Rumlow. Is the little bully scared?” Thor takes a step forward, Rumlow follows with his own step backward.

“Thor.” Alexander beckons him closer.

The vampire steps away from Rumlow who shifts near Luna, harshly grabbing her chin and directing her lips with his own.

“The next time a celestial coven is found, I want Loki to enter the mind and Zemo to enter the soul. If I find that Rumlow’s suggestion holds any water. Your brother and you shall be tried for treason.” Alexander warns with a smile on his face, he pat’s the muscled shoulder of Thor. Squeezing till he winces.

“Loki, I hope you heard.” Alexander matters passing by, a hand upon his head.

Loki bows the slightest, “Yes, father. I hope you know, I would never put you in a position to have your enemies walking the earth.”

“I know my son, I know that even if one lures you into their trickery you would end them.” Alexander moves to the next room leaving Loki and Thor contemplating their next move.

“Gentlemen.” Baron Zemo smiles when they turn.

“I believe we are to work in tandem.” He says offering his hand to Loki.

Loki takes Zemo’s hand, both have a glint in their eyes.

“I hope you prefer your mind delved into,” Loki narrows his eyes when he feels a prodding sensation.

“I hope you feel the same way about your soul.” Zemo’s eyes turn red rimmed with a golden ring surrounding the red iris.

Two Hundred Years Ago.

Burning Lavender greets their senses, Loki watches their bodies scattered in vertically bound pyres.

The orange glow of the flames cast a sunken shadow upon his face.

His eyes meet Luna’s from across the field. Venom makes her eyes glow, at the loss of yet another chance knowing her bloodline.

Alexander’s mocking laughter gleefully fills the void.

Luna turns her gaze downward, then towards the moon shining with sadness at the loss of a coven that was protected by the light it imparted.

“Survive from this you witches and warlocks. Celestial coven. Each and everyone of you, burning not one spared.” Alexander tells their bodies,

“I shall finally be rid of you. Your destiny ended at my hand.”

He looks up at the moon,

“Your purpose is to serve my kind. Aiding the change, not protecting these playthings and diseased beings. I know you favour us, the superior beings as you my moon have deemed. Your mercy is vast that you seek to shower it upon these witches and warlocks. I must carry out this cleansing for us, for you.”

Luna’s stomach lurches at the words, she keeps her emotions closed off from the bond. The last time the slip up occurred, Brock accused her of treason as he pinned her down with a stake pressed against her bare chest.

A vision clouds her mind,

Alexander on the ground his chest pierced by eight stakes. His body lays abandoned on the ground, an orange glow encircles slowly drawing close to him.

The vision dies out.

Brock is in front of Luna in a heartbeat as she gasps.

“What did you see, sweetheart?” He pushes back her hair, gripping it lightly in warning.

“He will succeed, fire and bodies.” Luna lies while honestly believing her words.

Brock smiles in delight, “Oh mate, you’ve pleased me.”

He grasps her by the shoulders, taking her towards Alexander.

Loki watches as Alexander tears apart yet another innocent warlock. Their father of their immortal life stops, conversing with Luna and Brock about her latest vision of his success.

He decides that needs to leave, he cannot watch nor take this guilt any longer. He could find Thor, adapting to Thor’s blood bank lifestyle would take some adjustments but could happen with ease.

Brock smirks at Loki making his way over the the vampire, stepping upon a corpse. Loki closes his eyes, not allowing himself to breathe in the burning lavender anymore.

“Couldn’t save any this time could you?” The vampire taunts.

“I never did save any before.” Loki repeats once again.

“Then how did they survive till their death today? Hmm, Cheekbones?” Brock moves behind Loki, his hand traveling across his shoulders, Brock smiles deviously as the green eyed vampire stiffens.

Brock cackles, “Still remember me this well Cheekbones, it has been centuries.”

“Do not test my patience.” Loki murmurs.

“Why not cheekbones? Come on live a little.”

“You have a mate. Albeit you mistreat—,” Loki’s words are cut off as Brock pushes him to the ground face pressed into the soft wood floor.

“Not a word about my mate from your mouth, cheekbones.” Brock barks out, eyes turning red.

Luna watches from afar, trying to send some form of need or want across their bond to her mate.

“Let them fight it out my dear, come walk with me.” Alexander holds out his hand for her to take, she slips her hand in with his, as they move deeper into the forest.

“You’re a horrible mate.” Loki shifts in a blur they turn and Rumlow is pinned down instead, Loki’s boot pressing into his back as his arm is twisted till a snapping resounds and Brock yelps in pain.

“As if you would be any better! How many witches and warlocks have you bedded? How many humans have you killed?” Brock shifts, turning and his foot pushes into Loki’s stomach.

They stand ten feet away, breathing hard.

“At least I won’t abuse my mate.” Loki spits out and Brock charges at him once the latter’s hand reattaches. Loki blocks the move with one hand.

“You really shouldn’t anger me, Rumlow.” Loki smiles as his eyes turn red, the marred flesh vampire feels his gaze blank as it is replaced by a scene all too familiar.

“The fuck are you showing me?!” Rumlow cries out as he feels his own hands upon him, a sick smile on his own face.

“I thought you would relish in the pleasures of centuries passed.” Loki’s voice sounds far away.

Brock scrambles to get away from himself, running to the far end of the small cellar. Brock remembers every move he made upon Loki, the man in front of him, is himself.

Loki exits the mind of Brock Rumlow, playing the horrible memory for him. Brock writhes on the ground voice caught in his throat as he resembled what Loki had to go through those hundreds of years ago.

Five Months Ago.

“Father, he’s abandoned her.” John stays on his knees in front of his father, head bowed in respect.

“Are you positive, this girl is Loki’s mate?” Alexander questions once again. An age old rhyme manifesting itself once again in his lifetime.

The rustling of leaves cast a shadow over their conversation. Staying further away from those that roam their home.

“She carries his scent father, here.” John presents a charcoal coloured scarf.

Alexander takes a deep breath, the scent of his son Loki is prominent with another scent that is innocent, unclaimed.

“It would do Loki good, to have claimed her.” The patriarch muses, “You know our rules though, son.”

“What if she is from that disgusting witch coven?” John dares to raise his head.

“We need proof. Gather it. If it is true then you make keep her for yourself. Loki has done well by abandoning his mate. Loyal to us first. If you bring here to me and if she shows potential as my Luna has then, what is her name?”

“Y/N.” John informs, Alexander repeats her name testing it upon his tongue.

“Well if Y/N displays an iota of potential. We may turn her and Loki may keep her.”

“But father,” John complains, wanting his own little blood bag.

“After you have had your fill of her, son. Of course I will reward your hard work.” Alexander pats John’s head, “You may leave. Keep the warlock by your side.”

The man then raises his cloak and begins to walk back toward the castle.

John grins, licking his lips at the taste he knows he will have soon upon his lips.

He could find out about the coven origin later, first he had to have a taste.

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John begins to watch her from afar. The way Y/N would go about her day mindlessly. Her tears whimpered into her pillow at night only making him keener to start his plan earlier.

He watches her when she moves through the grocery store aisles. Picking items from a list she carries.

He bumps into her one too many times during her rounds at the hospital but never when the vampire doctor is close by, that man wasn’t distracted. Clear goal to protect and care in his demeanour.

John watches her stare almost mournfully through the window of the bookstore. He looks at Bucky for a response. Receiving none. After all this was where the warlock left her crying.

John especially loves the parties they go to, easy blood supplies, watching Nia try to bring her best friend out of her shell. He admires Y/N, always distracted by her thoughts. Never paying attention to dangers around her. Thor focused upon Nia and John never focused up the mated human. He knew Thor could sniff out an attack on his mate faster than anything else.

It is a week later that Bucky stands beside him as they watch her at yet another party her friend drags her into, an attempt to distract from the thoughts of her lost mate.

“What do you think, Warlock?” John questions taking a sip of the cheap alcohol. Bucky looks at John, merely a puppet.

Inside his mind he struggles to gain control and watching Y/N was chipping away at him. As he fears her destiny.

“Isn’t she pretty? Won’t she look good in my arms? As my little blood bag? Say yes, Warlock.”

“Yes.”

“I’m glad you agree.” John watches as Thor keeps watch on both women, his gaze lingering more upon his own mate. Y/N shifts to a corner as Thor and Nia move towards the dance floor.

“Make a weave for him, large enough to cover the dance floor.”

Bucky begins to chant the spell, fingers discreetly moving in rhythm with the music. Watching as John moves across the hall towards Y/N.

“Hello, beautiful.” Y/N looks up, not recognising the man and her eyebrows furrow.

“Um, hello.” She says hesitantly.

“I’ve been watching you for quite some time, would you like to join me for a dance?” John offers his hand.

“I don’t really um, dance, I’m sorry.” She says, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

“Alright beautiful, if you change your mind I’ll be around.” John gives her a warm smile and then returns to where he left Bucky.

Thor and Nia continue to move with one another as things grow heated between them. Thor spares a glance to Y/N, gaze only growing slightly saddened at her turmoil.

Nia moves her hips in a way that has him grip her tighter. He turns her, deeply kissing her with a hunger that is all too familiar for them.

John takes a sip of his drink, “Seems to me that Loki’s guard dogs also are abandoning her.”

He watches her mingle with a few people. Thor and Nia make their way over to her, ready to head home.

They exit the building, Y/N looks around the hall once more, her gaze searching for Loki but she finds the blue eyes of John before she leaves.

“Warlock, we have her in half a month understood? I want to taste her before that though and leave a warning. For the thrill of it.” John smiles coming up with a plan, Loki had warned her about the forest. He’d lure her there with the voice of her lost love.

He’d ruin her for Loki.

Even if she is not of the celestial coven. Even if she is forged for another vampire. Even if she has any potential for his father.

He’d have her first, his little flower, smelling oh so pleasant and tasting oh so wondrous. That is after he alters her with the pills he had carried with himself months ago.

Yes, John would have Y/N now.

After all no vampire would want a tainted and abandoned mate.

Present.

Loki opens his eyes, as she shifts upon his chest. It had been months since the thoughts of his past evaded his mind. He gazes upon his mate. She fell asleep easily when they returned home, with James Barnes. The tiredness evident in every aspect of her.

The bond beckoning him to keep her calm and take away her aches. Loki presses his lips to her forehead. Y/N nuzzles closer into him, her hands searching more of him to hold closer.

Downstairs Bucky shifts, turning on the makeshift bed. His mind recalling all that he did, his breathing grows laboured. Calloused hands clutch to the periphery of his scarce good deeds, and onto the sheets.

Y/N shifts next to Loki again, suddenly watching herself in a dream. Panic surges through the bond, before Loki can attempt to wake her he’s pulled into the dream that plagues his mate.

Loki stands in the very house he shared the first dance with Y/N. The one he took away from her.

He watches her pushing her way through the crowd towards a smaller corner that stays unoccupied.

Y/N looks upward, her chest moving rapidly. She closes her eyes, Loki hears the words in his own voice wrap themselves around the dream.

Helplessly Y/N takes another deep breath, her eyes now opened, unshed tears pooling. She escapes into the kitchen, Loki watches helplessly as she find a glass and pours the amber liquid for herself.

“No, no, no,” His plea falls silent. Unheard.

Y/N takes a sip, making a face at the bitter taste, discarding the liquid. He wants to chuckle at her reaction.

But the smile that was making its way to his lips presses into a thin line and then twists with worry.

A man encircles her in the kitchen, his hood protecting his identity. Loki watches recognising the form.

Loki looks for the calendar that hung upon the refrigerator.

Four months ago.

A month after he slept. This is when it started.

Four Months Ago.

Y/N moves through the packed house. The very one where she had fallen all those months prior.

The group she wanted to get away from that had forced the smoke down her throat sits unchanged, unaffected as the haze surrounds them again.

She watches, heart still aching at the haunting words said by Loki to her two months back.

“Got something on your mind, sweetness?” A tall brunette questions her, taking a deep inhale of his cigarette. The glow of it slowly recedes into the darkness of ash.

“N-no.” She answers.

I cannot be with you.

Y/N closes her eyes, trying to keep her breathing even.

How can I love you? You’re human. Disposable.

The small muscles of her eyes twitch as she tightens them more trying to block out the words.

Made for me? Please that is some folklore. How can you believe a fairytale?

A whimper gets lost from her throat into the reverb of the song that plays around the house.

A body comes up behind her,

“Do you want to forget something, little flower?”

Large hands rest on her arms, his voice moves down her being, cascading as a decadent dessert, beckoning her to answer.

Y/N nods, “I want to forget.”

“I can help you. Don’t turn around just take what my friend gives you. You do want to forget don’t you?” The voice is familiar, achingly so; she nods once more. He runs his hand over her head. Providing comfort.

Y/N feels another person stand before her, she looks up at them, tall and their face a blur but there is a dark greed blooming in his bright eyes. The hoodie they wear seems familiar. As if she just saw it.

“Open your mouth,” The man behind her instructs.

“Comply little flower, you want to forget tonight and him don’t you?” The man holding her oh so delicately whispers, she finds her resolve breaking. Her lips part at the shake of a bottle.

The bitter sweetness coats her tongue as the small pills melt. Soured honey tantalises her throat.

There is an appreciative hum.

When Y/N opens her eyes, small stars cascade at the periphery a reminder of her loss but she doesn’t feel the loss deeply. As though it is being pried away from her hands.

“More,” She requests, the frenzied blue eyes gleam with mirth.

“Of course, but I would want something in exchange. It is only fair.” He tells her, as her resolve keeps lowering.

The hands holding her tracing patterns into her arms. There is a blue glow near her.

“Wh-what do you want?” The surroundings begin to blur, a numbness begins to take over. Y/N finds her visual angle change, her head rests on the chest of the man holding her. Her head tilted to one side, neck exposed.

“Will you let me taste you?” The pill bottle shakes again, as the man’s cold nose brushes along her neck. He hums appreciative.

“Warlock, I want her to say yes.”

Where had she heard that word?

What did he want to taste?

A muted panic courses through her veins. She needs to leave.

“I will make sure. Y/N, go on, say yes, you will be able to forget all that you want to forget. You want that don’t you? You want to comply, yes.” The warlock whispers, coaxing her.

“All those awful thoughts in your head, I could take away.” The man’s voice is hungry; wanton with need.

She nods, “If, if I agree; you will help me forget?”

Distantly she feels an ache, something begging her to say no, something begging her to run. Escape.

“Oh sweet little flower, whenever you want to forget I’ll be there.” John promises, “I’ll even have my warlock help you forget, I’ve made him forget you, have I not?”

Bucky’s hands keep tracing the spell into her skin. His only purpose to have her comply, she must comply. For his safety.

For her safety, a smaller part of his mind adds. Quickly that part is tucked away. His focus turns to the task at hand.

The first taste occurred that night John drank deeply, to the bodies around them it would appear as if they were merely lost in each other. Bucky’s grip tightens as he finds Y/N will and body grow weaker and weary in his arms. A soft gasp leaves past her throat.

John smirks against her neck, relishing her taste. Hedonistic. Mixed with the drugs and her mate not there to protect her.

The vampire finds the sweet hum surround him. Finally.

“Can’t, can’t hear him or feel him.” She mumbles.

“That is what we want don’t we? You taste so exquisite. Such a shame he left, but if he returns, I’ll be sure to leave gifts for him.” John murmurs, sealing the wound and rewarding her with another pill.

They leave her there, full of blissful loss of Loki’s memories and words. Y/N relishes the stars surrounding her. They always brought comfort.

Something breaks within her, warm hot tears cascade down her cheeks onto her clothes.

Even though I am leaving, please care for yourself. You are valuable to your own being. Please Y/N.

Present.

The second John’s teeth sink into her neck Y/N jolts awake with a cry; in synchrony with Bucky’s own pained plea for John to stop resounds across the ground level. He needs to pull Y/N away from the vampire. The dream grows translucent.

Reality slipping in, a sob escapes from Y/N.

Loki feels a snarl building within his chest, he leaves from beside her, down the stairs.

“You let him feed from her!?” Loki glowers, lifting Bucky by his neck against the wall. His hands grasp at Loki’s right hand, trying to break free.

“Was-wasn’t under my own cont-control,” Bucky wants to tell him but the words are constricted as is his breathing.

“Loki! Loki! Loki please let him go!” Y/N rushes down to them, tugging at his arm. Loki turns to her with anger coursing through his being. Venom pools at his mouth, he turns back to Bucky, a pleased sound satisfying the monster waiting to take over to put an end to any danger his mate could be exposed toward.

“It was John’s compliance! Not Bucky’s fault! Loki please!” Y/N begs for him to understand. She tries stepping in from Loki’s left, he pushes her back.

Y/N stumbles backward, righting herself to approach them once more.

“Mate, do not move.” The words make her pause, a warning through the bond. How was this happening?

“Loki, please, Mate, let him go,” Y/N pleads from her place hoping her words get through.

Bucky thrashes in the vampire’s harsh grip. The warlock closes his eyes and Y/N watches as an azure glow surrounds his left arm, making an intricate pattern before surrounding Loki’s right hand that grips his neck.

The vampire wheezes, a pain taking over enough to warrant releasing the hold he has on Bucky.

The warlock drops to the floor, breathing in harshly as the azure glow retreats from around Loki and upon Bucky to heal him from the damage that might have occurred.

Y/N watches as Loki rights himself. Eyes back to green as he looks at her with worry.

“You can move, mate.” He tells her and the hold that the bond had retreats slowly, she walks towards Loki, kneeling near him.

“I’m okay.” She tries comforting him, cupping his face in her hands. Even though that now remembered night replays itself.

“You aren’t, stop lying to him.” Bucky interrupts, “Won’t do any good to lie to him.” He scoffs.

“As much as you may think to shield me, please don’t.” Loki requests of her, then turns to James. His palm doesn’t leave her cheek.

“How did your nightmare seep into her dream? She was fine before your breathing rate quickened.” Loki recounts his observations.

“Might have latched upon her, we did share a consciousness for a while… I, John’s actions haunted me in my sleep, the one part where I could have control became the place where I had to relive all that I did under his command.” Bucky admits sadly.

Y/N sighs, it felt like a blessing she didn’t remember but now if she had to face all the days she made sure to forget it would take a toll upon her.

She gazes upon Bucky, how much was he forced to do? How many times did he want to escape. Her hand reaches out to him, wrapping around his wrist to offer a tactile point of comfort.

He offers her a smile, then brings his hand back near him. Not wanting to provoke the vampire within Loki any further.

The three stay seated on the floor, a thin sheen of sweat covers Bucky’s shirtless chest. Highlighted by the azure glow that surrounds him.

Loki intently looks at Y/N wondering what is she able to see. As her eyes follow a pattern.

Y/N looks at her friend a thought coming forth,

“Is, it because—are we remembering because the compliance is gone?” She shifts sitting cross legged. The early hour of the night might potentially become their new waking hour.

Bucky runs a hand down his tired face then through his hair.

“It is possible.” He opens and closes his fist then rotates his left shoulder. The azure lines become muted as if a lingering presence upon his arm akin to a tattoo, slowly the glow dulls further and it turns into blue geometric line design.

“Its our coven mark. We earn it after our first successful spell. We can keep it hidden but I find leaving it open is more respectful. Also it feels like I’m honouring them.” Bucky smiles fondly remembering it.

“What was it?” Y/N asks, Loki intertwines their hands, offering comfort through the bond trying to take away the discomfort of the dream.

“Gramma loves sunflowers, and back in Romania for the months we were there; I thought I could conjure a field for her to wake up to, earned this that day.” He smiles brighter but his eyes give away at bittersweet taste of the memory.

“I’m sure she is very proud of you, James.” Loki offers, Bucky smiles at him.

“She gave me a hard time when I took your class.” He laughs, “Wanted to know who the professor was cause she had a feeling you weren’t, you know, human.”

Y/N smiles, “He told me after months.”

Bucky’s eyes widen, “I thought he’d admit earlier on, did you not feel the bond?”

“She used to feel stars whenever I was near and the same for me. I didn’t want to tell her unless I was sure.” Loki admits.

“Yet you left…” Bucky narrows his eyes.

“As did you. She was in tears at your departure.” Loki sneers.

“Oh I can replay her tears about when you left.” Bucky warns.

“Okay so I’ve cried for both of you leaving now both of you are back. We have to meet Clark and you have to go not kill John while finding information. Then we have to meet John and try not to kill him.” Y/N says loud enough to stop their bickering.

“I won’t kill him.” Loki innocently raises his hands in defence.

“I don’t believe a word out of your mouth, Professor.” Bucky narrows his eyes at the vampire.

“Yeah, nor do I.” Y/N agrees as Loki raises an eyebrow.

“Fine, I would kill him.” The vampire finally admits.

“I’d help you.” Bucky says without missing a beat.

“I’d help too.” Y/N adds.

“Seems his days are numbered.” Loki chuckles darkly.

A silence takes over them, only broken by the breathing of the beings in the room. It isn’t a comfortable silence but one that offers a moment of tranquility.

Hidden under the layers of the night.

Brought forth by nightmares that would be a part of life till the ones who could sleep would win.

“Are we going to go to be able to sleep again?” Y/N wonders out loud after time has passed by, Loki looks at his watch; it has been an hour and half since the humans first woke.

“We could try?” Bucky shrugs, scratching the back of his neck, rotating it with a wince.

Y/N looks sternly at Loki.

“I apologise.” Loki mutters.

“I’m sorry too, about the comment.” Bucky mumbles coherently.

The men nod at each other. Y/N stifles a yawn, head resting upon Loki’s shoulder. Slumber creeping up at her spine and shutting her eyelids.

The quietness only aiding her journey towards falling asleep again. Exhausted still from the night’s occurrences.

“When did you confess your feelings to her?” Bucky sounds far away.

“The first time? While she fell asleep during me reading to her.” Loki admits, “When her ankle was injured.” He adds, his voice far away too.

“Then you disappeared for a week.” Bucky recalls.

“I had to meet with another vampire regarding Alexander.” Loki shifts, using his agility to have Y/N not even feel a jostle as she’s placed between his legs her back against his chest and head resting upon Loki’s shoulder. His arms wrap around her, protectively.

Bucky stands, taking the duvet off of his bed and places it upon her.

“Cold doesn’t bother her?” He questions, blue eyes taking in their intimacy.

Loki shakes his head, “Surprised me, it’s as if she doesn’t realise how cold I am to touch.”

“I’m Elsa.” Y/N mutters, then shifts trying to find a comfortable position.

Bucky laughs, then is joined by Loki as they catch onto the reference she sleepily made.

“Oh, my witchling.” Loki says endearingly, pressing a kiss upon her temple.

“She is something else isn’t she?” Bucky murmurs, sitting back down using the couch for back support.

“Indeed is, do you still hold feelings for her?” Loki wonders curiously.

“She told you?” Bucky counters, slightly taken aback.

“I sort of caught on, plus the conversation you both were having, I have exceptional hearing you know.” The professor explained.

Bucky hums, “I don’t have my crush on her, I knew she doesn’t hold feelings for me. I never wanted to lose her as a friend.”

Loki nods, taking in the words.

“John has a weakness for her blood. I don’t know when he decided to want her. Of the humans I’ve, well, cast a spell upon. On behalf of that piece of shit. There is something about her that he kept coming back to have her frequently.” Bucky informs hoping it could be of some help tomorrow for the interrogation.

“I should just stake him. I do not even want answers.” Loki admits.

“But you do want answers.” Bucky affirms.

“I want to stake him more but I need to know if he is someone Alexander sent or is he acing out of his own accord.” The vampire notes the way the warlock’s fists clench. The geometric tattoo gaining prominence.

“Alexander took away my family.” Bucky announces, “Add me to the roster of people who will stake him to his death.”

Loki nods, “I’ll save you a spot.”

Nine Months Ago.

“James, help Maya out would you?” Christine Palmer the High Priestess of their coven requests as she corrects the stance of the baby witches and warlocks.

Bucky looks up from his current read about the history of different witch and warlock covens. Something about the celestial coven’s abilities was getting interesting.

“Of course. Where are they?” Bucky places a bookmark and has the book levitate back to the library.

“In the back field, practicing aiming shots.” The High Priestess calls back and then gives pointers about hand movements.

The warlock makes his way back to the field. Watching Maya huff in frustration they sit down upon the scarcely snow covered ground, they were feeling every bit of a moody, seventeen year old.

“Hey there, Maya,” Bucky offers his hand for a fist bump but they ignore him. Bucky sits down, “Honestly that rejected fist bump hurts more than not getting my spells right.”

Maya rolls their eyes, tucking their dark hair behind their ear, “You’re just here to baby sit me.”

“Nah, I would be getting paid for that, I’m here to watch.” Bucky shrugs.

“I don’t think I will get my mark. It’s been two months.” Maya feels tears of frustration cloud their vision.

“You know, I got my mark after seven months.” He admits, drawing a pattern in the snow.

“You’re lying.” They look at him with disbelief, “You’re, you’re one of the best here…”

“Got there by practice and not giving up. And definitely did not reject fist bumps.” He gives them a wry smile.

“You’re insufferable.” Maya rolls their eyes but finally raises their fist, Bucky grins widely and reciprocates.

“I’m pretty darn sufferable.” He laughs,

“Oh look somebody is smiling. Now come on tell me what you’re trying to do.” He stands offering a hand to them.

After about an hour Maya cries with glee, the make shift targets all eating dust on the ground, all of their fireballs worked.

Their right arm getting covered in a grey glow as the pattern of their coven sets in. Bucky applauded them, earning a hug from them.

“Thank you.”

“All your hard-work kiddo.” He pats their back.

Both of them freeze.

“Something—,” Maya’s words caught in their throat as a fire begins on the south end of their large home.

“Stay by my side.” Bucky orders as he begins to conjure a bubble, having the snow scooped up into it.

“I can replicate.” Maya adds, their hands raised upward mimicking Bucky’s actions, they send the bubble towards where the fire is, Maya watches Bucky scramble for more bubbles.

They close their eyes, a multiplication visualisation at the forefront the two bubbles multiply tenfold, the embers die down into smoke.

The two run off trying to find the remaining coven.

Maya covers her mouth as they enter through the back entrance. Bodies scattered on the floor, the scent of gasoline prominent in the air.

Bucky grabs their hand, he tries to block out letting his emotions take over, but his chest rips out a sob at the young children lying on the ground by their parents, wrapped in their arms trying to be protected.

He bends down, closing the eyes of the parents. Tears falling onto the floor. Maya sobs quietly seeing their elder brother lay lifelessly.

Christine clutches her side, walking up the steps from the basement. Bucky gazes at her through the plethora of tears that keep coming endlessly.

“Alexander Pierce.” She sputters out, coughing blood, “Take the deal, find the celestial coven.” Her chest heaves as more blood sputters from between her lips onto the wooden floor.

Christine falls to the floor, Bucky and Maya rush to her to try to save her.

“Don’t, I don’t need the healing magick, keep your stores. Bucky, you must find the celestial coven. Maya, I, am so very proud of you. I wish your first day wasn’t this way. You will live on in a different way find Luna. Help her.” Christine says.

“How do you know all this? Where, where is gramma?” Bucky questions, wiping the tears from the face of his priestess.

“She belonged to the celestial witch coven. I made a deal.” Christine turns to the stairwell, Luna’s boots echo as she comes into view.

Maya raises their hands, “You were a witch, you are a vampire. You will be ended.”

“Child, please.” Luna requests, then gazes at Bucky.

“You know her. Loki’s mate, our descendant. I’ve seen her stand by your side.” Luna says, Bucky’s eyebrows furrow.

“Accept John’s deal, please. It is imperative to the future.” Luna grabs Maya heading outward.

Bucky stumbles chasing after, hands raised to attack but his spell flickers out.

“Oh come on grandma, let it go, your coven is going to die!” A blonde haired vampire laughs.

“Oh no, I will end you.” Gramma Barnes stands, her hands moving creating her infamous vampire weave.

“Gramma.” Bucky calls out.

“Stay out of this. Run, James.” She moves her wrist he is thrown flying towards the exit point.

John tries chasing but is stuck in the weave.

“Oh you fucking witch.” John’s eyes turn red, he begins to relentlessly hit the weave’s borders. The gleam of the blue weave rippling but not relenting with each hit.

Bucky gets up, grabbing his stake, he begins charging towards the vampire.

Luna blocks him.

“Grandma, look at that.” John taunts, Gramma looks towards her Bucky then Luna.

‘Will you protect him?’ The sweet warm voice pools in Luna’s mind.

‘I will, he is needed for the final plan.’ Luna affirms, sincerely.

‘Child, you’ve been through atrocities yet they do not relent nor yield. I hope you find peace.’ Gramma’s warm hand runs over her head. Luna wishes she could cry at the loving gesture.

‘I am deeply sorry.’ Luna apologises.

‘He is the jewel of my family, my only legacy. I know your coven has the ability to survive but mine, today I realise shall perish in a certain way.’ The older woman begins to undo the weave.

‘Bucky Barnes, you make your grandmother proud, you hear me?’

Bucky realises what she is about to do, “No, please.”

John smiles, Luna presses the stake upon Bucky’s chest inducing feigned terror.

‘James Buchanan Barnes this has to occur, I wish I could teach you more. You’ve made me so proud, and you will keep making me proud. I know guilt will haunt you but it is not yours to hold. Remember to let it go.’ Her words echo, around his mind.

“Gramma.” Bucky’s scream fills the void of the deathly cold land. Gramma Barnes falls to the floor, John smiles crazed, his lips covered in her blood.

Bucky sobs, as John moves closer,

“I’ve been in need for a skilled warlock.”

He clutches Bucky’s jaw, the coppery scent fills his senses and his tears mix with the blood he shared with the woman who lays on the floor.

“Just end me.” Bucky begs, knowing it goes against everything that was said to him upon the deathbeds he witnessed.

“Oh no, you must soldier on, you’re the only seasoned Warlock. We’ve watched you. I know just what you need to comply a little more.” John’s eyes turn red as they bore into the eyes of the man who lost everything.

Luna lets go of Bucky, he stays held by John’s grip upon his jaw, eyes going from full of life and emotions to a blank slate.

“Warlock, knock your friend out with a little spell.” The vampire instructs.

“I—, no.” Bucky protests, the fear in Maya’s eyes outweighing their ability to fight back.

“Warlock. Hmm, let us find someone you would not like harmed. Tell me the last person you had feelings— oh what is this? Ah, what is the name?” John smiles as his compliance plucks out a woman, a little younger than Bucky but all his memories place her in light, happiness.

“Tell me her name warlock.” John demands pressing harder upon his jaw.

“Y/N.” Bucky wheezes, “Fuck, please, please, please no.”

John smirks, “I know where she lives now, I think we should pay her a visit. I think she would look so pretty drained dry.”

Bucky thrashes, John fills his head with images, that he cannot erase, fresh tears bloom.

“Comply and I’ll make these go away.” John promises.

Bucky wheezes, Y/N’s blood stains his hands. He can’t no matter what, he couldn’t allow her to be hurt.

“I will comply.” He mutters, the images disappear, he finds his mind muddled. A gnarled presence etching and latching onto his mind.

Bucky stares blankly ahead.

“Warlock, knock this coven member out.” John instructs.

Bucky raises his hand, eyes blank, Maya cries begging for him to break from this compliance.

Her pleas stop, her body droops in Luna’s arms. She breathes but stays unconscious.

“Start a fire for me, Warlock.” John instructs patting Bucky’s head.

His left hand glows as he produces a small fire.

John lights eight large pieces of wood, drags the older woman’s body back into the large house that once housed a huge family.

“Come now warlock, there will only be ashes buried upon this ground.” John pulls Bucky up by his hair, there is not a semblance of pain or a wince on the warlock’s face.

Luna gives a last rueful glance at the dying coven. Maya peaceful in her arms. A life of forced immortality looming upon their future.

Alexander Pierce greets them as they enter the castle, the journey far shorter than expected. They had been watching.

“You bring the two souvenirs?” Pierce cups Luna’s cheek.

“The warlock is skilled, not enough for a vampire but could be of use to John. I saw a vision of you with Maya, they were a splendid vampire.” Luna murmurs.

“Indeed, duplication powers, not limited to inanimate objects. They shall make a fine addition. Well done, my Luna. Go wait for me.” He instructs.

The vampire nods, leaving after placing Maya where they would wake to be prepared for their conversion.

“John, I’m sure you will chose wisely who to have fun with?” Pierce questions, the blue eyed vampire much like his other son Brock.

“I will, Father. I want to go back to the town, there is a feast waiting.” John pleads.

“In a few months, first train your abilities and your new pet. Then you may do as you please.”

Alexander places a hand upon his shoulder, giving a squeeze of pride. Then retreats to find Luna.

Present.

Morning comes, Loki stays watchful, the two humans yet again were woken up by their shared nightmare. The vampire once again dragged into the dream. This time Bucky had relived the setting ablaze of his coven’s home.

Y/N and Bucky walk upon eggshells, the latter apologising vehemently. Bucky then held Y/N as she cried with him over the horrific loss of his family. Their embrace filled with sobs and holding onto each other for support.

Loki remembered his own people being killed. He felt no remorse for Odin’s death but the rest, the women, children, kinder men. His frozen heart ached for the warlock.

He stays quiet, their sobs had turned into soft sniffles. Placing a box of tissues, they silently ate the eggs and hash browns.

Loki sighs deeply, feeling a weary exhaustion as well.

Y/N looks up, “You need to drink.”

“Its only ten a.m” Bucky tries joking.

Loki chuckles, “It is happy hour somewhere.” He retrieves two blood bottles, drinking from them.

“How much do you need to feed more since you use blood banks, one entire human can provide satiety for a ten days, a bag about seven. A mate’s blood sufficed three days, but if consumed deeply then pushes towards fifteen days. Provided the mate is make to drink the vampire’s blood for recovering.” Loki explains.

Bucky nods, “So normal human, blood bag, mate. There is also the case of the whole carnal thing right? I remember seeing that with human mates at Alexander’s castles.” The warlock shrugs, taking a bite of his eggs.

Y/N coughs, “Wh-what?”

“Oh come on, primal, carnal, sexual urges, it used to be a frenzy. I used to rush to the library for peace, even in that controlled state I knew I don’t want to hear those things.” Bucky feigns a shiver.

Loki and Y/N interlock their stares.

“Oh god, on this table?” Bucky groans as he watches her face heat up.

“No-not this!” She covers her face.

“His oak table?” Bucky teases.

“Bucky.” Y/N warns cheeks turning a deep scarlet at the recollection.

“What are you gonna do?” He taunts.

“I’ll put a spell on you.” She warns.

“I’d like to see you try baby witch.” Bucky chuckles.

Y/N resorts to the childish behaviour of having her tongue out towards Bucky.

Loki chuckles admiring her, drinking the blood as the exhaustion recedes.

“Save someone from compliance and they mock your abilities. No place for nice people here.” Y/N grumbles carrying on their banter.

“Thank you.” Bucky’s seriousness catches her by surprise.

“James, I was I was joking—,”

“I know, but thank you.” Bucky gives her a smile then his eyes watch her necklace.

“Celestial coven…” Bucky recognises the patterns recalling his book.

“Ye-yes… it just appears…”

“Yeah, only to the chosen ones in the bloodlines. Thats how your coven survives even if all active members are killed off the ones with the celestial bloodline carry the magick till the deserving ones awaken.” Bucky describes the lore.

“Oh…” Y/N looks at Loki, always thinking it was either him or a vampire who helped them.

“We left some active and non active members.” The vampire recalls, “Usually we asked the High Priestess or Priest to chose the survivors.”

“God, that would be a horrible responsibility.” Y/N picks at her leftover eggs.

“You need to eat.” Bucky and Loki tell her at the same time.

“Not hungry.” She defends her stomach churning at the slowly increasing in speed thoughts.

“Y/N.” Loki says, “Please, I’ll make you a Nutella sandwich will that be better?” He counters knowing she will cave in, he smiles when she nods.

He moves to gather the ingredients. Bucky shakes his head, “You’ve got him all wrapped around your finger.”

“He keeps me pampered.” Y/N blushes.

“I’m glad you have him, I will not hesitate to end him. If he hurts you again.” Bucky whispers.

“I can hear you, Mr. Barnes. I hope you remember you are yet to be done with my course.” Loki calls out the reminder.

Bucky rolls his eyes, “Still so uptight.”

“Still can hear you.”

Loki retrieves his burner phone as it vibrates.

From: Private Number

John hasn’t returned any correspondence, father is getting angsty might ask for a search to be conducted. Warlock untraceable as well. Keep eyes and ears open.

Plan may be expedited.

“Fuck.” Loki turns his actual cellphone beginning to ring and Thor is the one calling.

“Brother.” Loki greets, handing the sandwich to Y/N.

“We need to get this done with, get the warlock to charm the stakes.” Thor sighs.

“Essence could be traced back, counterproductive.” Loki reminds.

“Fine then we use the old ones.” The elder brother decides.

“We need answers.” Loki reminds him just as Bucky did earlier in the morning.

Bucky and Y/N gaze at the vampire, Loki tries to keep the bond in check but the nervousness seeps in, Y/N shifts back. Standing behind Loki and wrapping her arms around his torso, resting her head against his back.

Bucky watches small stars appear along the edges of where the soulmates stand. He had seen those before, whenever Y/N would conjure them weakly in her mind. The bitter coffee fuels his wakefulness allowing his mind to focus on something other than the guilt.

Loki sighs as the call ends, he stands for a few more moments. Relishing the warmth that Y/N provides to him. He can feel her comfort seeping into his bones. Grounding him.

How did he ever deserve her?

How could she allow herself to even consider forgiving him?

Loki takes her hands gently into his, placing a kiss upon them. Y/N moves so he can turn, still holding her hands.

“Any news?” Bucky wonders, knowing Y/N is likely trying to keep Loki grounded.

“Alexander is getting irritable since John hasn’t checked in with him.” The vampire admits.

Bucky narrows his eyes, trying to recall anything familiar to a check in.

“I don’t remember anything like that but then again he would leave for somedays in whichever city or town we were, if I was needed I would be taken along.” He runs a hand through his hair.

“Can we postpone meeting with your coven?” Bucky wonders, Y/N faces him.

“I could speak to Sierra, and—,”

Her phone begins to ring from upstairs, untangling herself she makes her way to her room.

Emery’s picture graces the screen, Y/N’s eyebrows furrow, its ten a.m on a Sunday why are they calling?

“Hey Emery—,”

“Where are you?”

“At home? Its Sunday—,”

“Y/N it is Monday, today’s the second half of the smaller unit exam.” Emery reminds and the blood drains from Y/N’s body.

“It is Monday?” She squeaks out.

“Yes, Y/N, did, is everything okay?” Emery watches Doctor Strange arrange the papers around the room. He offers them a soft smile.

“This it just completely slipped my mind.” She admits, “What time is the exam?”

Emery gazes into Strange’s eyes, were they always this beautiful? Yep, they have to be this beautiful.

Strange raises an eyebrow when he hears Y/N’s panicked voice asking for Emery to respond.

He raises his hand to wave them out of their thoughts. Emery’s cheeks break out into a deep blush as they register her words.

“Um, um its in an hour? How soon can you get here?”

“Forty minutes? Faster if Loki drives?” Y/N scrambles around her room, gathering her white coat, scrubs and kit.

“Okay, get him to drive.” Emery suggests, Stephen calls them forward.

“Um, Doctor Strange is calling me, so um I’m going to go help him.” They quickly inform.

“Oooh are the butterflies there?” Y/N teases despite her running late.

“Ever present.” Emery informs, “Now get your ass here quickly I’m not going to go into the second year without you.”

“Yes boss.” Y/N giggles as Emery laughs as well.

Loki and Bucky watch from the door.

“Need help?” Loki questions, allowing her to ask for what she needs from him.

“I have an exam today, honestly I will kill John myself if I fail.” Y/N grumbles,

“I need you to drive; break all speed limits if you have to,” She goes into the bathroom quickly changing into the scrubs. Loki grins at the prospect.

“Want me to put a luck spell on you? Will work for exams.” Bucky offers hands tucked into his pockets.

“Will it be cheating?” Y/N questions as they all rush to the car.

“No, just some extra luck.” He explains.

“Okay, give Emery some too.” Y/N requests.

The three settle into the car, the low hum puts a smile on Loki’s face.

“So how fast can you—,” Bucky is shifted back into his seat at the speed of the car, he grips the door handle.

His blue eyes interlock with Loki’s in the rearview mirror.

The vampire only laughs full of mirth as he navigates them speedily and safely through the roads.

Y/N seems to feel no panic used to the speed, she retrieves her notes and begins going over them.

“You okay back there?” Y/N turns to watch Bucky still dazed at the speed the trees are blurred around them.

“I think I might throw up.” He takes a deep breath.

“You won’t. I felt the same way the first time but you will be okay.” Y/N offers a smile.

Bucky just nods, trying to keep his eyes on an unmoving object.

“Why do vampires love speed?” He mutters, as the car begins to slow down.

They stop in front of the university hospital.

Y/N grabs her things quickly.

Loki grabs her hand, she turns back.

“Good luck, I’m sure you will fair well.” He kisses her cheek. Y/N beams grinning.

“Thank you, Loki.”

“Good luck, Poetess sending you and your friend some extra sprinkled luck in five minutes.” Bucky assures with a smile.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

She waves goodbye to the two men and jogs up the stairs; her department towards the right on the ground floor.

Loki follows her movements with his senses, when his phone chimes with Doctor Strange’s message upon her arrival he moves the car from the front to park it in the basement.

“Do you need anything for the spell?” Loki turns to find Bucky in deep concentration.

“No, all done.” He offers a grin.

“So…” Loki drums his fingers over the steering.

“So…” Bucky repeats, lost on a subject to converse upon.

They look at each other contemplating.

“I have the creative writing class in twenty minutes. You could sit in?” Loki offers.

“We’re walking to the building.” Bucky warns getting out of the car.

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The Red Widow- A Marvel AU

A/N: No smut this chapter, sorry! I'm not really in the mood to write her and Zemo but I'll make a one shot of it! My face claim is Chloe Bennet.

Part 4

Part 5- Three's a Crowd

After their night together, Lilianne and Helmut got back to his place. Once they step inside they are met by a very pissed off Bucky Barnes, he doesn't ask where they had been all night, he didn't have to. As he immediately pinned Zemo to the wall.

"You son of a bitch. How did you convince her? Did you drug her?" Bucky practically growled, his voice low and angry. When Zemo didn't reply, Bucky grabbed him by the throat. "I should kill you right now."

"Bucky stop!" Lili cries out, "It wasn't like that. He didn't force me, I want to." I looked at him, hoping he would believe me.

"I asked her-" Zemo started to add until Bucky gripped his throat tighter. "You coerced her." Bucky ground out, glaring at Zemo.

"No I...well their may have been a little coercion but I wasn't manipulating her." The Baron admitted.

"Bucky just let him go. Can we talk in private please?" Lili asked.

Bucky's expression never changed but he did as Lili asked, letting Zemo go.

"I knew as soon as we walked in here and saw the look on your face.." Zemo muttered softly, "Bucky don't you think it ironic that you are doing the same thing I used to? Controlling her and not trusting her judgement? Let me spell it out for you James, her and I had a wonderful night and it was entirely consensual."

Bucky shot him a look, shaking his head, "Not if you activated The Red Widow. Did he?" Bucky questioned looking at Lili.

Lili nodded, "Yes." She could tell by the way she had responded to him. "But I wasn't brainwashed this time, I knew what was happening."

Zemo nodded in agreement, adding. "Yes Lili knew what was going on. I never messed with her mind. This time she was fully aware of everything."

"So you're just going to let him control you again?" Bucky shook his head, looking away.

"Bucky it's not like that. He's different now." I looked over at Zemo as I said that.

Zemo nodded calmly as he looked Bucky straight in the eyes, "Look I'm not the same person I was back then James. You can trust me or not but you should at least trust that she can make her own decisions."

Bucky only stared right back, his eyes boring into Zemo's. Zemo didn't flinch only staring calmly back. Lili sighed knowing Bucky wouldn't believe Zemo not yet. I put a hand on his arm. "Can we just talk in private?" I ask Bucky. Away from Zemo as he might listen.

Bucky let out a breath but nodded begrudgingly, "Alright." Bucky stepped aside, he looked skeptical but he was willing to hear her out.

They walked into the living room, while Zemo poured himself a drink in the kitchen. "if he activated The Red Widow then you had no choice. Brainwashed or not, you know you can't resist him in that mindset." Bucky told her, crossing his arms.

"Yes but doesn't that say more about our connection then him activating me?" Lili questioned, looking up at him.

Bucky nodded, still upset. "I guess. I just don't want to see you get hurt again after what he did. What he made me do..." Bucky trailed off then sitting on the couch.

Lili sat beside him. "I know trust me. But I put that fear behind me, we talked. Maybe you should too?"

Bucky stayed quiet for a few minuetes before replying quietly, " maybe you're right..." He replied looking at her, "I should try to talk to him again. You obviously see something in him that I just don't see yet. I don't understand it but I'll trust you if you say he's changed."

Lili smiled a little at that, "I hope we're still ok though?" They had been through so much together, she didn't want this to be the end of them, but she would understand if he did.

Bucky gave her a small smile back, "Of course we're okay. I understand why you'd be worried but I'll make sure that never happens again. No one is ever going to try and change your mind again or control you no matter what."

I sighed, closing my eyes. He still didn't quite get it. "Bucky he didn't control me. I wanted to. True it may have been nostalgic at first but that's not the only reason..."

Bucky raised an eyebrow at that, "What do you mean exactly?"

"I..." How could she tell him she still had feelings for Zemo? Although she still loved Bucky. She could try and hide it, but that never worked around Bucky he knew her too well.

Bucky leaned back, studying her for a moment, true to form her boyfriend knew what she was thinking, "Do you still have feelings for him?" He asked.

"Yes." I admitted, not being able to look at him.

"Are you planning on being with again?" He asked serious, already knowing the answer.

"I don't know. It's too soon to tell."

"So you're keeping your options open then?" Bucky replied sarcastically, with a scoff.

"Bucky...don't do this." She looked at him, pleading with him to understand. That she needed Bucky as well, she didn't want to lose either of them.

Bucky heaved a sigh, trying to calm down. "Okay Lili I'm not trying to start a fight and I'm sure you realize how much I care for you, so I'm not trying to blow this out of proportion but I can't help but be upset and hurt by the fact that you still have feelings for him. I mean after what he did to you, I don't get how you could have anything but resentment towards him."

"It's hard to explain," Lili let out a breath, calming her anxiety. "When you and Sam went off to fight The Flag Smashers, yes Zemo and I fought but we also talked. After what I said he actually broke down and felt sad, guilty. I told him he would have to prove he changed, then we would see. last night wasn't expected, it was a moment of weakness on my part."

"And how did he prove himself?" Bucky frowned, curious. Trying to be calm.

I took a breath before answering, "I asked him to help me take down Hydra."

Bucky only looked mildly surprised at that, "So that's what he's doing, making amends by helping you take down Hydra? And that's why your falling for him again."

"I didn't start having feelings for him. I just stopped suppressing them underneath anger and resentment." I admitted.

Bucky's eyes narrowed as he looked at me, "Okay...You're making it sound like you never stopped loving him."

"I'm not sure. I can't even say if that was real love back then or not but I think so." Lili wanted to tell Bucky that she felt the same for him back then and now, except with him it had been real without manipulation, but she didn't know if he would believe her now.

"Are you sure what your feeling for him is real?" Bucky asked looking over at her, "That he didn't manipulate you into anything?"

"No he didn't. Not last night." Lili answered.

"So everything you did last night happened because you wanted it to?"

"Yes. I was even in control for awhile. If he didn't care he wouldn't have allowed that."

Bucky was silent for a moment not sure what to make of all that, finally he asked what he really wanted to know, "Just answer this truthfully then. Do you still love me? Not The Red Widow but you Lili."

"Of course I do Bucky." Lilianne answered, looking at him in earnest.

"And your just going to throw all that away because of Zemo?" Bucky questioned.

Lili shook her head, "I don't...that's not what I want. I haven't even told him my feelings yet. But I don't want to lose you." Lili put her head in her hands then, not knowing what to do.

"So you'd want to have both of us in your life?" Bucky asked frowning.

"I know that probably sounds selfish of me but yes I'd like to keep both of you in my life. After last night I can't imagine losing either of you." Lili looked up sadly then.

"Selfish may not be the word but you're definitely asking for a lot. Your expecting to keep me in your life and with me being okay with you possibly being with him? What about Zemo? You think he's okay with that?" Bucky asks, serious.

"I think Zemo already know what I'm thinking with that. He didn't seem bothered by it." I told Bucky.

Bucky looked a bit surprised by that, furrowing his brow as he looked at her. "Really? He actually seems fine with it? Now I feel like I'm the only having issues with it."

"I mean I know it won't be easy and we have a lot of healing to do but wouldn't be easier to do that together?" I asked him, trying to find a reasoning.

Bucky still seemed apprehensive, "I don't know how to answer that, you're basically saying you want to be with us both. Which honestly I'm not that comfortable with. But then again you don't seem like you care that you're risking losing me if you do this." Bucky scoffs, looking away.

"I do care, If I didn't I wouldn't be trying to find a solution!" My voice going louder in frustration.

Bucky heaved a sigh, "I'm not trying to pick a fight, but tell me what is your solution? How do you plan on making this work?"

"I don't...I think it's too soon to make this decision. I'm not even sure how I feel right now. I just..." Lili tried not shake or break down. Her fight flight was kicking in and right now she wanted to pick flight. She tried to calm down to remember her training.

Bucky noticed her reaction as he tried to calm her down. "Hey hey calm down. Look I know right now it seems confusing but you need to keep a level head. Don't run away or shut down that won't help either, trust me. Just take some time to process everything that's happened and when you've made up your mind then you can tell me."

Lili nodded trying to calm down. But she was scared.

Bucky grasped her hands in his, softly. Genuinely concerned for her, despite what she had told him he still loved her. "Just try and calm down. It's okay to be scared but nothing bad has happened yet. We can still figure this out."

"But if I lose both of you..." If she did she was truly lost, even with Shield, she'd be alone again. Lili tried not panic, her legs shaking. Only one other person could calm her down...

Bucky looked at her, worried as he tried to reassure her, "Look I don't think you should worry about losing us just yet. You should try and sort out your emotions talk to both of us before jumping to conclusions. I don't want to rush you. So just keep a level head for now and don't worry about losing us, I don't think that will happen. It's just this is new to me."

Lili nods not trusting herself to speak. Knowing that Bucky's words were sound but at this point, she couldn't hear them.

Not knowing what else to say Bucky stays holding her hand, trying his best to calm her by touch alone, at a loss. Until he hears a familiar voice behind them.

"Hey is everything okay?" Zemo asks stepping over to them.

Bucky looked up at him not thrilled he was here, "Yeah. Everything's ok." He answered, but Zemo could easily read that he was lying.

"Are you sure? Neither of you look like it is." Zemo surmises, looking over at Lili concern darkening his features.

"I mean weren't you listening in?" Bucky snapped giving him a look.

Zemo lets out a chuckle at that, "I heard most of it yes. That's not important though what's important is how she's doing."

"I was trying to get her to calm down and process everything before you showed up." Bucky replied glaring at him.

Zemo glanced at Lili, before regarding Bucky, "Well that doesn't seem like it's working."

"Obviously not." Bucky snapped, then relented with a sigh. "Can you..."

Zemo gave a short nod looking down at Lili, noticing how far away she looked. Right now the relationship drama didn't matter, calming her down and getting her emotions centered was. Zemo kneeled down in front of her as Bucky let go of her hands, leaning back.

"Lilianne look at me." Zemo tilted her chin to look him in the eyes. Then said the phrases he knew would activate her. "Prinzessin. Kätzchen. Himmel. Meine Dunkelheit." (Princess, Kitten, Sky, My Darkness)

Bucky realized what Zemo was trying and sat up starting to protest. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Zemo put a hand up. "I'm helping. She needs to calm down and come back to herself. This won't control her, not this time. Remember your training Lili." Then he snaps his fingers.

As if waking up from a trance, Lili's eyes blink open, feeling like herself again. "Good girl. You are ok." Zemo says rubbing her back reassuringly.

Zemo's methods catch Bucky by surprise, a feeling of relief washing over him that it worked but she was still herself. Though it made him feel a bit jealous and inferior if he was being honest with himself, Bucky had trying calming her and nothing worked, Zemo had swooped in and knew exactly what to do...

"Thank you Mas- Zemo." Lili answered, realizing what she was about to call him out of habit and stopped herself. She turned to Bucky a sad look on her face, "I'm sorry Bucky."

"It's okay Lili, really. I'm just glad your feeling better." Bucky gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile but the jealous feeling was still there. He didn't like how she looked at Zemo like there was something special between them. He tried to remain calm but what he wished she would look at him like that. But he stayed silent.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Bucky asked instead, gently caressing her cheek. Trying to ignore his own emotions.

Lili smiled warmly at his touch, "I am now."

Bucky smiled back, "Good, I'm glad you're okay." This is what he needed to see her looking at him like that and that she was alright.

Zemo stood up quietly, observing them. He could tell that Bucky had seemed put out earlier so he was glad that seemed to have dissipated for the moment. As he watched them, though Zemo knew they might still have a lot more to sort out, for now he didn't interfere. Lili almost calling him Master again did not go unnoticed however.

While Bucky continued to caress her cheek he spoke up again, a bit more serious, "But you said earlier that you were going to talk with Zemo about how you're feeling right? That still needs to happen."

"Yeah I will."

"Ok because you told me that you never stopped loving him, you were just suppressing your feelings. And you still love me..." Bucky trailed off before continuing, "Was it your intention to be with both of us?" He questioned her.

Zemo eyed him, looking between the two, noticing Lili had gotten quite again. "Bucky...don't push her." He warned his former adversary.

"Don't tell me what to do." Bucky shot Zemo a look, dropping his hand from Lili, his tone more hostile towards Zemo, "I'm not pushing her. I'm just asking a question. I have a right to know how she felt towards you or feels...We never went into this being polyamorous. I thought we were monogamous until this point."

It's alright Zemo." Lili tells him. Zemo sighs irritated crossing his arms but keeps quiet. "I understand where Bucky's coming from but I didn't expect this either I thought Zemo would stay in prison." Ironic that Bucky was the one who let him out. "I thought I would just be with you and hate Zemo forever."

"So now that he's not you feel like you have to be in a relationship with both of us?" Bucky frowned at, trying to understand and remain calm.

" I don't feel like I have to be. It's not like he's making me. I just realized how I really felt. How I feel about both of you." Lili admitted, letting out a breath.

"So you're in love with us both?" Bucky asked though he already knew the answer, his feelings a mixture of hurt, anger and jealousy.

"I think so." Lili didn't want to fully admit that because she didn't know how Zemo felt about her yet.

Lilianne looked over at Bucky then noticing him trying to keep his emotions in check, "I can tell it's not what you want though." She looked down, defeated. She knew it had been wishful thinking, she should have known they could never put aside their resentment towards one another even for her.

Bucky tried to think of what he'd say to not make things worse but he didn't have the right words to say. He wished that things were different but he just had to accept this reality, he couldn't change how you felt. Did his opinion even matter at this point anyway?

Lili spoke up then, "It's your choice too, both of yours. I think we should just take a bit before we make any decisions." Lili shook her head then, getting up. She needed air. "Gods it was easier back when I didn't feel anything."

Bucky stood up then as well, agreeing with her, "Yeah, we should take some time before deciding anything. This is a big deal, you need time to think about your feelings and I need time to process this whole thing."

"Zemo what about you?" I asked, looking at him, since he'd been quiet this whole time.

"What about me?" Zemo looked over at them from where he'd been leaning against the wall. " I know how I feel and I plan to follow those and what I think is best for me." he replied matter of factly, "As for the poly part of this, I gather that will be decided later on probably when you two aren't so emotional right now. My only concern is you two being okay"

Lili looks at Bucky, "See? Zemo's actually concerned about us, doesn't that say something?"

Bucky shook his head, frowning, "Yeah but he's only looking at this logically. How do you even plan to make this work? A normal relationship is hard enough without trying to share you but having all of us be together? I don't see how that's going to work."

"I'm not asking you two to be together like that...Bucky I wouldn't ask that of you." I look at him concerned, was that what he thought? I knew the history between the two, I wasn't that selfish.

"You're not?" Bucky looked at her mildly surprised yet relieved, "I might have overreacted then. I thought you were implying..."

Lili looked at him understanding dawning on her face then, "No. After your guys's history, I would never...I mean if you two could try and get along that would be nice but I'm not holding my breath."

"Well at least we're on the same page with that. It's one thing for us to both be in a relationship with you. It's another thing to have us actually like each other. I don't see that happening at all honestly." Bucky answered, scowling.

Lili nodded, she'd thought as much. "Yeah though it might help if you talked. It' helped me get it out."

Bucky hesitated before answering, "The thought of that hadn't really appealed to me before but I guess I could give it a chance." He agreed begrudgingly. Bucky always hated talking about his problems but maybe he would make an exception for her.

"Sorry I know you don't like therapy...It helped you and I in the beginning though. Not that I'm suggesting that." Lili said in a rush, making sure he knew she didn't mean actual therapy.

Bucky sighed, his hands on his hips. "I'm not entirely against working this out. But it's not going to be easy. I mean what am I supposed to say to him huh? "I hated you for years because you controlled me in Hydra, helped turn me into a sleeper agent, made me almost kill the girl you claimed to care for but now that I'm in a relationship with her and you still like her too that all seems pretty irrelevant. Want grab a beer?" Bucky finished sarcastically.

Lili gave him a look at that, "Hey he did the same thing to me. But why are we talking about him like he's not even here?" She asked.

Zemo didn't say anything but stifle a laugh.

"Good point." Bucky agreed as they looked at Zemo, "So should we talk about this now?"

The three of them were silent for a moment contemplating. Eventually Zemo broke the silence, "Maybe we should make this a group conversation," He suggested, "We each get a turn to talk about our thoughts and feelings. That way it won't just be one of us talking, we all get time."

Lili nodded in agreement, "That sounds good. Bucky?"

"Yeah...I suppose it wouldn't hurt." Bucky shrugged.

"Alright then," Zemo smiled, "Who wants to go first?"

Bucky and I look at him in surprise as we sit down, "Wait right now?" But better now then never."

Zemo gave a slight smirk, "Yep. So which one of us is first?"

"I want to hear from Bucky." Lili chimed in.

Bucky was silent for a moment before speaking, "Okay...I guess I'll start off by saying that this whole situation isn't something I thought would ever happen...I've always hated him and I thought you felt the same. I never thought you'd ever want to be with us both. How am I supposed to accept that and not be angry about it?"

"I understand. I would probably feel the same." Lili agreed.

"Yeah it's a lot to take in." Bucky admitted, "I can't lie that it does make me jealous. I just feel like this whole thing is going to mess with my head. I don't mean to sound so selfish but..." Bucky looked away upset. He didn't want to ruin anything and he didn't want to sound like a jerk for how he felt but at the same time he couldn't really pretend like it was something he was okay with.

Lili regarded Bucky, sadly. "I know. I'm sorry. I wish I could feel differently but I can't."

"Well it's not like I can force you to feel otherwise." Bucky said with a sigh. Though he was still a bit bitter about this. "It's just going to take time for me to accept this I guess."

Lili takes his hand then, grateful that he let her, "Bucky I still love you. I need you to know that."

Bucky smiled slightly as he took her hand, "I know you do." His blue eyes still held some sadness though.

Lili smiled in relief. trying not to cry.

Bucky smiled back, not saying anything for awhile as they held each other's hands. It felt good to be close to her again and to hear she still loved him. Bucky just hoped it would be enough to convince himself to accept this whole polyamory relationship in the long run.

After awhile, Zemo spoke up, "I suppose it's my turn now."

"Yeah it's your turn." Bucky nodded as he let go of Lili's hand.

"I would like to know your feelings about this too." Lili told Zemo.

Zemo leaned back, still appearing calm. "Alright then. To be honest, you still feeling this way towards me isn't a big surprise. I already suspected as much." Zemo smirked at Lili who slightly blushed, averting her gaze, "The bigger issues lies with both of us being with you. As much as I love you I don't know, I'm unsure about living in a polyamorous relationship."

Lili looked at him then, "What about just sharing me for now? Maybe not putting a label on it just yet."

"That sounds better for now. No labels until we figure this out more. Are you okay with that though? No commitments until everything is sorted out?"

That would be hard. Especially with Zemo. But Lili would try for them. She nodded in agreement.

Zemo seemed satisfied with that as he grinned at her, "Alright, I agree that the situation with him and I is going to be the hardest part but we'll just have to give it a try and see where it goes." Zemo appeared more at ease then he was.

Lilianne smiled but it didn't quite reach her eyes. She was still unsure of Zemo's feelings towards her but she didn't think he'd talk about them in front of Bucky.

She was right, Zemo didn't like talking about his feelings in front of others not his real feelings or thoughts anyway. "Well that's all I have to say, Lili?"

"Bucky knows how I feel about him. I'm not ready to talk about my feelings for you." Lili told him, glancing at him but not meeting his gaze.

Zemo looked at her, frowning slightly trying to gauge why she was being so secretive now. But he realized that for now getting her talk was a lost cause, but eventually he would get her to open up. He looked over at Bucky then, "Well then a much as I'd love to stay here longer, I think we should all get some rest. We've had a long day and I'm sure everyone is tired of dealing with this emotional rollercoaster."

"Tell me about it..." Bucky grumbled, getting up.

"I think I'm going to sleep alone tonight." Lili stated.

"Yeah that's fine." Bucky shrugged, still a bit upset.

"I suppose that makes sense." Zemo agreed.

What they really wanted to do was hold Lili and never let go but now wasn't the time.

Lilianne decided to take Zemo's bedroom as he had taken the couch. She changed into black silk pajamas and tried to rest but her mind couldn't shut off after everything that had happened. So she decided she needed to talk to someone, someone who wasn't close to or hated either Bucky or Zemo. Someone who was like a brother to her. Lili decided to call Clint Barton.

To be continued...

#Marvel dr #fanfiction #desired reality #Bucky barnes x oc #Baron Zemo x oc #polyamory #love triangle

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gxldenflower · 3 years

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let's play a game! it's called:

how many mobius fics can archer write before episode 2 comes out on wednesday

#archer speaks.#i think ended up writing three for zemo #before ep 4 of tfatws #i've got two wips for mobius rn #one will just be posted to my ao3 tho #archer talks writing.#agent mobius #loki tv series #loki spoilers #mobius

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marvel-trash-bin · 3 years

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Taking Risks.

(Not my Gif.)

Summary: Zemo gives you what he thinks you deserve. *Some TFATWS Ep. 3 Spoilers.*

Pairing: Zemo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Smut for days baby. Dirty Talking, Possession, marking, Soft!Dom Zemo. 18+ Only.

Word Count: 4.2K

Tags: @greeneyedblondie44

A/N: Look we all know we're walking dangerous territory, simping for a war criminal. But Sugar Daddy Zemo got me feeling some type of way and also, Daniel Brüle is hot asf. Also, I don't actually know german so pls if it's off just blame google translate, I just have an insatiable language kink and I needed the pet names more than air itself. I thought about making this a chaptered fic, but I barely had the time to write this, never mind chapters of it before he likely fucks over Sam and Bucky next episode. Anyways, enjoy!

Here’s the thing.

You knew he was dangerous. You knew his past, the EKO Scorpion kill squad and everything with the Avengers, manipulating them and breaking them up from the inside. He was smart, unpredictable. You knew there was a very real potential that you could be hurt - or worse - if you went down the road.

And maybe, in a past life that would’ve been enough to stop you. But you weren’t who you used to be. You liked playing with fire now, inviting danger and chaos rather than straying from it. You had lived in - hid in, was more accurate - Madripoor for a handful of years now. You laid low, kept yourself under the radar of the Power Broker and those who worked for him. This way, no one bothered you and you could live fragments of a normal life, Trading and bartering to make a living. But living this way, like forgotten trash on a sidewalk, got old.

Maybe that’s why when you caught his attention, you didn’t shy away from it.

It had happened so fast. You were dancing, just intoxicated enough that the rubbing of strangers' bodies against yours was not just welcomed, but encouraged. So encouraged that when a new body, tall and firm behind you, took the place of another, you didn’t hesitate to back up into the warmth. His hands gripped your hips tightly, not stopping or guiding you, just resting. Turning your head slightly to see what your new dance partner looked like, you startled a little seeing the Baron.

Helmut chuckled, a low sound you felt rather than heard, and ducked his head down to speak into your ear, “You know who I am.”

You let your body relax back into his, feeling reckless enough to bless the menacing man with your flirtations, your head falling back onto his, “I’ve heard a thing or two.”

“And yet you trust me to hold you like this,” his hands flex on your hips, just hard enough to show the strength they hold, “Like a lover.”

You grab one of his hands, leading it down to your upper thigh where your knife holster sits, never once letting his hand leave your body.

“If I didn’t want you touching me, you’d know it, Baron.”

The gust of breath you felt against the side of your neck and the large hand gripping your thigh had shivers rolling pleasantly down your spine.

“You are far too beautiful to reside in these undergrounds,” he spun you around in his grasp, allowing you to get a good look at his face, “A woman like yourself should be treated with the most expensive riches, the finest wines. She should drain a man of his earnings.”

You laughed, not expecting the words that came from his mouth nor how handsome he was, even this close, “Point me to the man who’s willing.”

He smirked at you, but there was a smugness to it. A glimmer in his eye that suggested he had the riches and the desire to give you anything you wanted. You felt like you were drowning in his gaze, lost as you were under the heat of it. He looked somewhere behind you, pulling his eyes from you to nod once at whatever, or whoever, had stolen his attention from you. When they returned to you, the heat and desire were replaced with determination.

“It is with great regret that I must leave you, for now,” He captured your hand, bringing it up to his lips, the softness of them brushing lightly against your knuckles, “I can get you out of Madripoor, give you a life you deserve. If you meet me tomorrow morning, the airstrip.”

The world felt like it froze around you. The rational part of your brain was screaming at you. You couldn’t trust him. You Shouldn’t trust him. But as you stared into his eyes you saw nothing but honesty.

“And if I don’t?” You ask, just to buy yourself some time.

His hand travels up your arm, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger securely, “I will not pressure you. I’d leave you be, but the ghost of you would haunt me, schatzi.”

And with that, he was gone. Leaving you with nothing more than your thoughts, mentally preparing how quickly you could pack your things and leaving Madripoor behind. After all, you’ve always loved taking risks.

The next few weeks were a blur. Zemo was laying low, but his form of laying low was still luxury to you. It was private jets and upscale accommodations, not to mention that he was a man of his word. He spoiled you. Within three days of being in his presence, you had acquired a whole new wardrobe. Your suitcases - also new - were filled to the brim with the fanciest and latest fashion. You had rare jewels on nearly every piece of jewelry you owned. Maybe spoiled was an understatement. You’ve only dreamed of owning riches like these.

He had picked something particular for you to wear tonight, both of you making an appearance at some sort of party with some higher-ups. It was all laid out on the king-sized bed, a little black dress of sorts. It was short and sheer in its long sleeves, the sparkles in the fabric ensured that you would shimmer under any lighting. With a simple clutch, matching jewelry and a cropped, white fur jacket to keep you warm until you got to your destination. You looked good. You felt good.

He looked just as good. Sporting an outfit similar to the one you had met him in, instead choosing a dark red turtleneck to create a stunning relation between both your outfits. Nothing had happened between the two of you yet. Aside from lingering glances and innocent touches, he had been a gentleman. The chemistry was there, for sure. You were able to joke and talk with the man, matching his wit and charm every step of the way. And he loved it.

“Best behaviour tonight, schatzi.” He had said, low in your ear as you walked towards the venue.

You had smiled back at him, the perfect picture of innocence, “Always, Baron.”

And at the time, you had fully meant it. But you found yourself craving him. He looked too good, it honestly wasn’t fair. The way that ridiculous fur jacket draped over his shoulders, fostering a powerful ambience. And you knew he was faring no better himself if by the way his eyes were glued to your curves was anything to go by.

So, you decided, maybe you shouldn’t be on your best behaviour tonight. It’s not like you were making a scene or anything that would call too much attention. You were simply letting the alcohol take over your body. Whether that meant a hand on his thigh as you listened to the conversations around you, your fingers playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck or dancing a little too scandalously when you knew he was watching. You felt confident. And when you felt confident, you felt dangerous.

By the end of the night, you were teasing yourself just as much as you were him. You were pushing your luck, hands trailing a little too close to the bulge in his slacks, enjoying the way his facial features changed briefly in shock before settling back into that infuriating unmovable stoic impression. The last straw was you bending in front of him, having ‘dropped’ something from your purse. You only had to bend so much before the dress, as short as it was, had ridden up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your panties.

In an instant, he had you standing upright, thanking whoever he had been talking to for a wonderful night, tugging your dress back down to a respectable length and steering you towards the door by the back of your neck.

“That was not best behaviour,” he growled into your ear.

You giggled, despite the tight grip on your neck, “I was just having fun.”

He had done nothing but stare at you, eyes hard with a warning that had you rethinking your actions. You had forgotten, for a moment, that this man was not just someone to give you all the pretty trinkets you wore. He was a mastermind, a criminal mastermind at that. A man most deemed dangerous enough to be locked away.

“You have been bad tonight, kleine Schlampe.” He said once he had gotten you back to his car, away from the prying eyes and ears of the party guests, “You will spend the trip back thinking of ways to make it up to me.”

The words sent heat through your core, and you did exactly as he said.

By the time he had gotten you up to your accommodations, you had thought of thousands of different scenarios that could earn you forgiveness for your recklessness. You were uncertain if his words earlier had implied sexual favours, or if a simple, genuine apology was all he was looking for. However, once he had turned to you, the room door closing behind him and his eyebrows raised expectantly, you fell to your knees in front of him like it was second nature.

He chuckles darkly at you as he peels his gloves off, tossing them gently onto a side table nearby before letting one hand brush away the hair that had fallen in your face.

“Seems you are meine kleine schlampe indeed,” You had no idea what it meant, but fuck it sounded good coming from him. His eyes were hard and dark as he stared down at you, “If this is the path you’ve chosen to apologize, so be it. But not here, you are meine schlampe not a common whore. Get up. Go to the bedroom.”

You did as he said, quickly pulling yourself up to a standing position and walking to the designated room. The bed, so far, had only been used by you. He hadn’t wanted to push or pressure you into sharing a space with him. He understood that just because you decided to join him, didn’t mean you wanted to be with him. But tonight, you had decided, you wanted to give him your everything. You wanted to show him how grateful you were for all the gifts he’d given you so far. And if you couldn’t give him luxuries, you would give him your desire.

“So,” he began, nodding in approval at the way you resume your position on the floor in front of him, “Let’s begin with the basics.” As he talked, he rolled up his sleeves, doing so with precision, “Tell me, what exactly are you apologizing for?”

He commands every drop of your attention. There’s an aura to him that you had only previously caught a glimpse of. His eyes dark and locked onto yours, never once wavering. Waiting. Calculating.

“For teasing you.”

“And?”

You take a breath, shame flooding your core at the answer that sits on your tongue.

“For embarrassing you.”

There’s a pause. He cocks his head, gaze softening just a tad. He's quiet for several moments, analyzing your words. Your heart starts to beat a little faster at the extended silence, thinking you’ve done something wrong and you can’t keep up the eye contact. You duck your head, averting your gaze to his feet.

“Look at me, schatzi.” His voice is soft, but still with enough edge to make you listen.

Only once your eyes meet his again does he continue.

“That’s very sweet of you, to be concerned about my image. But make no mistake,” He steps closer to you, letting one hand cup your jaw, tilting it upwards. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, “You could never embarrass me,”

You dip your head, nipping softly at his thumb. He smiles softly at you, something glimmering in his eye, “I simply just don’t like to share what’s mine.”

Your breath leaves your body at his words and suddenly the need for him to claim you had you nearly vibrating in your skin. You watch, every muscle in your body clenched tightly, as he walks slowly over to the armchair in the corner, never once taking his eyes off you. He sits, legs parted, one arm draped off the side, the other rested so he could prop his head up.

“Proceed.”

Instantly, you make your way over to him. Once in front of him, you stand up on your knees, placing your hands on his knees and slowly sliding them up his thighs. They continue its upward motion, skimming lighting over the hardness in his pants and reaching to start on his belt. You make quick work of his belt and buttons, eagerly working his pants and briefs down. He chuckles above you.

“Mein Schatz, so eager to apologize.” He purrs, almost mockingly, hand coming down to brush the fallen hair away from your face.

Once you had him free, you took a second to admire him. Your legs clenched at the size of him. Not terribly big, but big enough to anticipate the stretch, the fullness. Your eyes flicked back up, looking up at his through your lashes, leaning in but stopping just before you could actually get your mouth on him. The hand that was previously fixing your hair was now clenched in it, messing it up again and forcing your head back suddenly to look at him properly.

“It would not be wise to tease me more than you have,” he warned.

A smirk spread across your features and you quickly realized how much you liked him like this.

Powerful.

Strict.

However, you knew you were on thin ice already. With that in mind, as soon as his grip loosened you licked a wide stripe up his length, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him fully into your mouth. The tension his body held melted the second your tongue touched him. His mouth dropping on a soft groan. His hand stroked your hair as you sucked, encouraging the bobs of your head, not forcing but guiding. You keep your eyes trained on his face, not wanting to miss a second of experiencing him like this.

He glows in the low lamplight of the room, the shadows playing across his features delicately. You like him like this too. Reduced to a heap of gasps and moans beneath the heat of your mouth. As you suck, your hands wander, up under the fabric of his shirt, nails dragging down his sides. He hisses at the pain, but doesn’t tell you to stop.

After a few minutes of your slow torture, he decides he’s had enough. His hand tightens in your hair, his movements becoming less gentle and more demanding.

“That’s a good girl, take it all for me.”

You do as he asks, taking a breath before taking him as deep as you can. He groans at the feeling, hips shifting a few times to test you before beginning to thrust in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches, but his eyes are on you and his thumb is tracing your bottom lip that’s stretched wide around his cock and you think for a second that you could spend eternity like this.

It’s not much longer before he pulls you off his cock, hand wrapping around his base tightly, “Apologies, schatzi. I am out of practice, and I fear I'm not quite finished with you yet.”

You laugh softly, voice rough due to your previous activity, “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” You insist, more than happy to let him finish like this. Whatever he wants.

He stops you before you can dip down again, standing up and taking you with him. For the first time, his lips are on yours. He overwhelms all your senses. His breath loud in your ears, his hands on your waist, his scent. His tongue slides against yours as he walks you forward, shedding his lower clothing as he goes. He only parts to give you an order.

“Turn around.”

As you do, he finishes undressing and it kills you that can’t see him. Just as quickly as the thought crosses your mind, it’s gone as you feel his hands at the top of your dress. He slides the zipper down, letting the fabric fall off your shoulders. You take the liberty of helping the sleeves the rest of the way down, the fabric falling down around your heels once you’ve done so. He hums behind you.

“Such beauty,” he whispers against your shoulder. His hands begin to wander, around your waist, up underneath the fabric of your bra, down to your thighs and ass. He chuckles, dragging your panties down enough that they too fall, forgotten at your feet, “I can hardly stay mad at you, liebling.”

Your head falls back onto his shoulders as he works your bra off next. You shiver, feeling bare and exposed before him. You want him more than you can express and you let your whole body fall back into his embrace, whimpering at the feeling of him, hard against the swell of your ass.

“Helmut,” you moan, one of your hands finding purchase in his hair as the other rests on one of his forearms.

“Tell me you’re mine, Schatzi. And I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I’m yours,” you say without hesitation, breathless as his hand dips between your legs, finding your clit. He hums, pleased at the arousal he finds there, “I’m yours. Only yours.”

He growls pulling his hand away from, “Lay back on the bed. I’ll be right back.”

You do as he says, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed. While you wait, you let your mind wander, listening to his rummaging somewhere in another room while your mind runs through everything you want him to do to you. At some point, your eyes must close because when you feel the bed dip, they open to see him crawling between your legs.

He’s done messing around, wasting no time before his face is buried between your thighs, hands maneuvering your legs so that they’re thrown over his shoulders, your heels crossing sweetly behind his head, no doubt scratching at his shoulders. Your breath leaves your body at the feeling of his tongue, warm and wet and fan-fucking-tastic. He alternates between dipping it in and out of your heat and flicking it against your clit. Your hand finds his hair, gripping it between your fingers and guiding his movements ever so slightly. His eyes don’t leave yours, spare for the few times he closes them to moan against you.

One of his hands move, leaving its place at your hip to sink two fingers into you. Your head falls back on a moan, back arching up when he crooks his fingers and finds your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you gasp, one hand gripping the pillow behind your head as you feel your orgasm rush towards you, “Fuck- Wait, I-”

You can’t even feel embarrassed about how easily your body has reacted to him. Before you can warn him much more, you're falling over the edge. Your thighs tensing around his head, back arching in pleasure as you ride out your high. In this moment you belong completely to him, unable to think of anything else.

“So sweet for me, liebling.” He comments, hands rubbing up and down your calves as you come down, taking a moment to unfasten your heels, letting the shoes drop to the floor before leaning back in. His lips brush against your inner thigh.

Then a bite.

“Such pretty sounds you make for me.”

And then he’s sucking harshly at the skin there, watching the shudder that rips through your sensitive body at the sensation. He doesn’t pull away until the mark is dark and flush against your skin. He continues this on the other thigh, on your ribs, your breasts and finally your neck, marking you thoroughly.

“Mine.” He growls, hot against your ear, “Mein schatz, will you let me have you?” he asks, and it’s literally all you can think about so you don’t even bother hiding the truth, the confession tumbling from your lips breathlessly.

“I’d let you do anything to me.”

He groans, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he does so. He pulls away to grab the condom that he had put next to him on the bed and leaning back on his haunches to roll it on. You’re so impatient, nails digging into his thighs and arms, whining as you watch his hands work.

“So needy,” He comments, swallowing your moan as he finally, finally, sinks into you.

The stretch as he enters you has your head rolling back on a moan, your legs wrapping around his waist the bring him the rest of the way in. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, growling against the skin there.

“Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth, his resolve quickly slipping at the feeling of you around his cock. And to his credit, he really tries to wait, to be good. But not seconds later he’s adjusting his grip on your hips and he’s thrusting into you with a force that makes the whole bed shake.

It’s barely been 30 seconds, but the build-up that had occurred throughout the entirety of the night had you right back on the edge, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his back, his thighs. Any purchase you could get on him, you were begging for more. You’d take anything he gave you without so much as batting an eyelash. His grip on your hips is tight and bruising, but the pain twists into a delicious pleasure that only spurs you on.

You must be speaking, babbling something back to him about how good it feels, how much you love being fucked by him because he’s laughing through a moan against your neck. He pauses for just a second, straightening up and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before continuing to fuck you.

“That’s it Kätzchen.” He purrs, eyes moving down your body to where he enters your body, “Taking my cock so well.”

You mewl at the praise, your body arching in response to his words. Your second orgasm takes you both by surprise, having hit you like a fucking freight train when he thrusts particularly deep, hitting one of your sweet spots. You scramble for purchase on him, mouth dropped open in a near-pornographic moan that you’ll surely be embarrassed about later. But for now, all you know is pleasure.

His hips falter, stuttering as your walls tighten around him. His head falls back on a low moan, fucking you hard and slow through your release.

“Such a sweet cunt,” he gasps, “Mein Gott..”

And then he’s tangling your hands together, holding it high above your head as he pushes your thighs back, flush against your chest. He’s the one babbling now, words from God only knows what language, whispered against your skin as he chases his own release. He gives one last hard thrust and he’s done, his teeth dragging against the skin on your shoulder, moaning against you as he rides out his orgasm.

As you both come down, you stroke the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there, trying to catch your breath. After a few moments, he pulls away just enough to kiss you. There’s a lingering heat and it’s a little messy due to your shared exhaustion but it’s good.

Once you’ve both caught your breath, he removes himself from your body, taking the necessary time to deal with the condom. You watch him lazily, unable to do much other than that. You’re so tired. But there’s that ache between your legs that you love so much and you think briefly that you could go another round, if he wanted to.

He must see something in your eyes when he returns because he laughs softly, “I feel I may have my hands full with you, schatzi.” he says as he crawls back into the bed with you, covering the both of you with a blanket, the cold now biting at your skin. You know you have to get up soon enough to sort yourself out before bed, but for a moment you stay with him.

His fingers brush over your face softly, following the slope of your nose and the angle of your cheeks. There’s no real purpose to his movements, just... touching. As if convincing himself that you’re real.

“You are special, schatzi.” he says softly, “I don’t know what your plans are, but I can only hope that you choose to continue to bless me with your presence.”

This man is such an enigma to you. He carries such confidence in every aspect of his life and yet he still doubts your loyalties. There’s anxiety and pain hidden within him, you can see it in his eyes as he continues to look at you. You wonder, how much of his past weighs on his shoulders. How long before he deems himself worthy of your affection? You lean in to kiss him softly, your lips dragging slowly against him. When you pull away you keep him close, brushing your noses together.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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thighs-of-betrayal-blog · 3 years

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Bucky Barnes Fic

One-Shots

Louisiana Confessions - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; You and Bucky have always had feelings for each other, but neither of you have admitted to them. After everything that went down in NY with the Flag Smashers, Bucky decides to come clean about how he feels.

I Had It Under Control - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; After almost dying during a fight against the Flag Smashers, you wake up to an angry Bucky.

Belong to You - Bucky Barnes x fem! Avenger! Reader; When you are tasked with flirting with other men at Sharon’s party to get information about the Flag Smashers location, Bucky gets jealous and decides to remind you who you belong to.

Hold the Door - Bucky Barnes x Reader; You’ve never met your new neighbor, not until an incident happens involving the apartments elevator.

A Pleasant Surprise - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; You’ve never understood why Bucky hates you, but that all changes when you’re both forced to fight alongside each other.

His Forever Fan - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; While getting ready for your wedding, you take a minute to think about the moment you and Bucky first met.

Walking on Dangerous Territory - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; John Walker never knows how to keep his mouth shut, especially when it comes to you and Bucky’s had enough of it.

Should’ve Listened The First Time (Part 2 to “Walking on Dangerous Territory”) - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; Since Walker didn’t listen the first time, you take matters into your own hands and Bucky likes it.

Requests

Why’d You Just Leave? - Bucky Barnes x Reader; When Bucky leaves without saying a word, you decide to find out what’s going on.

I’ve Got This One - Bucky Barnes x Stark! mutant daughter; When you and Bucky find yourselves in an uneven fight, you use your demon magic to get you both out safe.

The Couch That Brought Us Together - Bucky Barnes x Reader; After helping you carry your new couch to your room, Bucky asks you an important question.

Sick Day - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Bucky convinces you to stay home and cuddle with him all day.

I Should’ve Been There - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; After coming back from a mission injured, Bucky freaks out and decides to confess his feelings.

Not Leaving Without You - Bucky Barnes x Reader; When caught in a near death situation with Sam, Bucky realizes he needs to be honest with you.

I’d Back Off If I Were You - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; Bucky gets jealous when he has to watch Sam be your pretend boyfriend all night.

A Sudden Realization - Bucky Barnes x fem! Avenger! Reader; When you don’t show up at Zemo’s after fighting off the bounty hunters, Bucky grows worried and realizes something.

The Most Important Thing - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; Bucky will always sacrifice himself over you. That will never change, even when Hydra captures the both of you.

Last Stop On The List - Platonic! Dad! Bucky x Platonic! fem! Teenager! Reader; Bucky becomes your foster parent after you’re in foster care for nine years. How will you react when he finally tells you what happened to your parents?

Now You Know Everything - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; Bucky learns more about your past when you get intimate together.

Heated Affair - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; Since the AC is out at the compound, you and Bucky decide to take a trip to the lake.

Sneak Peek - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; The Avengers play strip poker and Bucky has something to say after you see him naked.

Reunited Once Again - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; When Bucky doesn't come back from the war, you consider him to be dead. What happens when you find him again, but as the Winter Soldier?

Crossover Connection - Bucky Barnes x Banshee! Reader; Being a Banshee from Beacon Hills, you predict everything that happens with Thanos, before it happens. The next step is to go to the Avenger's compound and convince them to believe you.

Fogged Windows - 40′s Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; You and Bucky spend some alone time together in a car, while on a ship heading towards war.

Always By Your Side - Bucky Barnes x Doctor! Reader; When the Avengers come back from a mission with some of them badly injured, Bucky notices how distressed you get and questions you about it.

The Last Time - Doctor! Bucky Barnes x Reader; Another trip to the ER to see Bucky leads to him asking you to move in.

When All Falls Apart - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; Another couple’s therapy session ends in a bust, causing you to think your relationship with Bucky is ending.

Divine Timing - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Bucky comes to find you after you write him a letter that thanks him for saving your life.

Moving On - Platonic! Bucky, Sam, and Steve x Reader; After tragedy strikes, you move in with your three best friends.

New Addition to The Family - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Feelings are revealed and it’s all thanks to a cat that you and Bucky found in the street.

An Unforgettable Love - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Bucky was never snapped away by Thanos. Instead, he ended up going back in time with Steve and Tony and seeing you, the love of his life that he lost after being drafted in the war.

Restaurant Ruins - Bucky Barnes x Reader; A day of helping your friend at her restaurant turns into a nightmare. Good thing Bucky’s there to save you.

Stakeout Company - Bucky Barnes x fem! Avenger! Reader; When on a stake out with Bucky, you’re surprised he cares enough to notice you aren't feeling well.

Another Door Opens - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; After your boyfriend breaks up with you, Bucky steps in the picture. They always say, when one door closes, another one opens...

Time to Talk (Part 2 to “Stakeout Company”) - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; After the stakeout, you and Bucky start to act like a couple. Ironically enough, you haven’t even talked about what happened between the two of you yet.

Double-Sided - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; After harsh words are spoken between the two of you, you and Bucky aren’t speaking to each other. That changes when Bucky thinks he’s lost you during a mission.

Wrong Time, Right Place - Bucky Barnes x Reader; When you’re stuck in a coffee shop during an alien attack, Bucky is there to help you with your anxiety.

That One Question - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; Bucky decides to pop the question while the two of you are dancing at Sam’s party.

Maybe Forever Isn’t Meant For Us - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Bucky loses you when you get caught in an attack.

The Remnants of Us - Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; After learning that Bucky murdered Tony’s parents, you’re not quite sure what to do, especially since Tony’s like a father to you and Bucky is the love of your life.

These Moments of Ours - Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader; Bucky learns some good news when he rescues you from an alien attack.

Just A Friend - Beefy! Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader; Bucky gets jealous of your friendship with Sam.

May Our Memories Never Fade - Bucky Barnes x Reader; You and Bucky run into each other a few months after breaking up.

Those Coney Island Days - Bucky Barnes x Reader; Bucky takes you on a date to Coney Island.

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Good for a Weekend (Helmut Zemo)

Masterlist

Summary: You were retired, a disgraced Avenger content living the rest of their life out in solitude. But Sam and Bucky's shenanigans dragged you back into the hero life and you found yourself face to face with the man who'd got you into this mess in the first place. The question is, however, is he really who you thought he was? Or are you just as crazy as him?

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Reader

Warnings: TFAWS Episode 3 Spoilers, Zemo (he's a warning), swearing, mentions of torture and experimenting (past), drinking, Zemo being semi-protective, I think that's it??

Word Count: 3.41k

Author's Note: Biting the bullet and writing this BEFORE Marvel does something to get us to hate him again. Also, ZEMO AND BLANK SPACE WORK SO WELL TOGETHER OMG.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” You murmured, looking at the message from Sam flashing across your phone. Although you had stopped dead in your tracks, the chaos of the bustling streets of London continued around you. You pushed your sunglasses further up your nose, them having fallen down as you were peering at the screen of your burner cell.

‘Need your help in Madripoor ASAP,’ the text read. You weren’t daft, you knew exactly what kind of lawless entropy happened on that Indonesian island and if Sam was asking for your help, that meant he was in some deep shit.

‘I’m retired,’ you replied, glancing over your shoulder out of habit. Although you’d been pardoned after the Berlin incident by the government, you were still a disgraced Avenger in the eyes of the world. All you wanted was to live the rest of your life out in peace, a future without the world-saving you began when you left HYDRA with the Maximoff twins.

You hadn’t chosen to become a human lab rat, tortured and exposed to the mind stone until you could suddenly hear the thoughts of others in your head. Telepathy and telekinesis were not necessarily the kind of special skills that employers wanted to see on a resume, but alas, here you were. Thankfully, however, you'd learned to block them out until necessary to violate people's privacy. Fighting aliens and other superpowered entities, including the people you’d once considered to be your family, were in the past.

‘Please. It’s Bucky,’ Sam messaged again. Those three words were enough to make your blood run cold and your heart stop. Bucky was the reason you were in this mess in the first place, and you would be damned if the ex-assassin was going to fall back into the clutches of evil.

With a sigh, you typed back ‘fine’ and began the trek towards your apartment. Your phone was vibrating again immediately, Sam explaining that they would be picking you up at a small airstrip on the edge of the city.

Three hours later, you were walking along a long, concrete runway, the harsh England wind attacking your body as you pulled your leather jacket tighter around you. Your brows furrowed in confusion at the sight of a civilian jet rather than the military-esque vessels you’d become accustomed to. The steps were awaiting your ascent with an older man stood adjacent to the entrance.

“Ms.(Y/L/N),” he greeted. A thick accent laced his tone, one you couldn’t quite determine from the crackling of age in his voice. German or Russian, most likely, you deduced. Attempting to be polite despite your skepticism, you gave him a tight-lipped smile and handshake before the elder man gestured towards the stairs for you. Entering the jet, you turned right to be met with the familiar faces of Sam and Bucky.

“(Y/N)!” Bucky exclaimed, rising from his seat and embracing you in a hug. He held you tightly against his body, almost as if he wasn’t sure you were really there. The super soldier had taken a liking to you when the two of you stayed in Wakanda during your exile, both of you having a certain understanding of the other due to your shared experiences with HYDRA. The sergeant had become somewhat of a brother to you in your time away together. “What are you doing here?”

“Sam messaged me.” You replied, Barnes’ arms immediately releasing you as he whipped around to face Sam.

“You tattled on me to (Y/N)?” He scoffed. If looks could kill, Sam would have dropped dead from the darkness in Bucky’s orbs.

“Wait, if he’s okay then what am I here for?” You said, shifting your gaze to Sam as you raised a brow.

“You’re here to make sure that he stays in line.” Sam snapped, crossing his arms over his chest as Bucky let out an exasperated ‘Jesus Christ’ under his breath.

“Bucky’s fine, Sam.” You replied, rubbing your face with your hand in annoyance as you glanced at the super-soldier.

“He’s not talking about James.” A new voice sounded from behind you, one both vaguely familiar but also strange. Whipping around, you were met with a face you’d only ever seen through a screen. Zemo.

“What the fuck is he doing out of prison?!” You exclaimed, looking between Sam and Bucky in utter disbelief.

“Bucky broke him out of jail!” Sam exclaimed, pointing a finger towards the super-soldier.

“Sam’s the one who pulled me into this mess!” Bucky pointed back.

“You two morons have reached a whole new level of dumbassery!” You exclaimed, keeping a cautious gaze on Zemo in the corner of your eye. “You broke out the man who ripped apart the Avengers out of jail and you let him do it?! The same man who killed King T’Chaka! Do neither of you remember what T’Challa and the people of Wakanda just did for us after we became enemies of the state?! I cannot believe that you would betray their trust and help this monster to escape!”

You paused for a moment, breathing heavily as you looked at the ashamed faces of Bucky and Sam in front of you.

“I’m sorry to-” You heard Zemo begin, you turned to face him with utter rage shining in your eyes. “No! The grown-ups are talking, you can wait your turn.” You scolded him, almost as you would a child but just a tad harsher. Grown-ups may have also not have been the best choice of words to describe Wilson and Barnes.

“I don’t want any part of this suicide mission!” You snapped at the duo, moving to leave.

Thirty minutes later, however, you were still on the jet, glaring into a pair of brown eyes as the four of you flew through the air. Honestly, you couldn’t believe you were still there, but Sam and Bucky knew you too well and pushed just the right buttons to convince you to stay. Sam needed you to tap into Zemo’s mind if need be to figure out if he was planning on betraying them, and you didn’t want two of the last people you trust getting themselves killed if you could prevent it.

Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum were sitting across from each other, meaning that you got stuck sitting across from the Baron in silence. He shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, the darkness in your (Y/E/C) orbs not sitting well with the man.

“So, you read minds.” He began, rubbing his hands together anxiously. You noted the nervous tick and couldn’t help but feel amused at his discomfort, but your expression never faltered.

“You don’t need to make small talk.” You bit, your icy tone growing colder in every syllable.

“I’m genuinely curious, is all.” He began, pausing his fiddling to brush his hair back only to resume it once more. “It just seems like for someone with your abilities, you’re often an overlooked member of the team. You’re the most powerful, even more so than Maximoff or Banner, perhaps, yet you were never truly an Avenger, were you?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m retired.” You muttered, ending your glaring to gaze out the window. The way Zemo spoke about you was unsettling, especially considering how he felt about the Avengers. He seemed not to think that you were part of the team, similarly to Bucky, and that brought you a feeling of unease.

“And why is that?” Zemo pushed, your avoidance evidence that he’d struck a chord.

“Why do you care?” You scoffed, looking back at the Sokovian man, both annoyance and exhaustion present in your tone.

“Because I think you’re like me.” He answered, his tone becoming quieter. Zemo didn’t look at you with the same rage you’d seen in footage from 2016, nor with the amusement that he gazed at Bucky and Sam with. No, it was something different, softer and analytical, perhaps. You wanted to peer into his mind for something, anything to figure out what he was thinking, but he would likely feel your prodding into his consciousness. As of now, he didn’t seem to have any plans to betray you guys, and you wouldn’t be the one to give him a reason.

“That’s enough from you.” Bucky interrupted, rising from his seat to switch places with you, his brotherly possessiveness clear as day.

The rest of the flight was uneventful, and Zemo provided the three of you with costumes for the roles you were to play in Madripoor. Yours seemed to have been designed specifically to be horribly uncomfortable, both in feel and the amount of skin that was exposed in the cool evening air. The three of you were making your way towards the glowing city shining in the distance, the nerves in your stomach rising with each step.

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp.” Zemo explained in response to Sam’s protests over his own outfit. “You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”

“He even has a bad nickname.” Sam said, looking at the picture of Conrad on the phone Zemo had just handed him. “Hell, he does look like me though.”

“And who am I supposed to be playing, exactly?” You questioned, still unsure as to what role you would be playing in this scheme.

“My partner,” Zemo said simply, an amused smile working his way onto his lips.

“What?! No! Nu-uh, I’m not doing that!” You protested, Sam chuckling at your denial of what was probably inevitable.

“Would you rather the alternative of all of us getting slaughtered the second we step foot into the city?” Zemo retorted, still humored by your resistance.

“Fine, but if you try anything I’m going to break your nose.” You gave in.

"I wouldn't expect anything less."

Soon, the four of you were making your way into a bar, Helmut’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist since the second you exited the car in a mock possessiveness. It was all part of the charade, you had to remind yourself, as the Baron kept your side pressed against his snugly.

Making your way up to the counter, the bartender didn’t look impressed to see the group of you there as he made his way over to you.

“Hello,” He began. “Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

“His plans changed. We have a business to do, with Selby.” Zemo interjected before Sam could respond.

“The usual?” The bartender ignored Zemo and turned his attention back to Sam, who simply gave a curt nod in response. The bartender turned, grabbing a snake from a jar and slicing it down the underside with a blade. A part of you wanted to cackle, especially seeing Sam stiffen beside you, and you didn’t doubt that Bucky was having to restrain himself as well. Zemo didn’t seem surprised as the bartender pulled who knows what out from the snake and placed it into a glass.

“Smiling Tiger, your favorite.” The Baron commented, the bartender sliding Sam his beverage only to pour two glasses of a different liquor for Zemo and yourself.

“I love these,” Sam said, raising to clink glasses with yourself and the Sokovian man whose arm was still draped around you.

“Cheers, Conrad,” Zemo replied, smiling back at poor Sam. The three of you downed your burning liquor, Sam struggling the most out of the three of you, clearly appalled by the organ at the bottom of his shot. You could see Bucky give a little nod in the corner of your eye, knowing he must be finding this as amusing as you were.

A man soon approached Helmut from behind, tapping him on the shoulder before he turned to face the stranger, shifting you with him. When Zemo felt the little nudge, he immediately pulled you closer to him. You were even tighter against him now, so much so that you had to wrap an arm around him as well to stabilize yourself. It was almost as if he was trying to shield you from the man despite him knowing full well that you can hold your own.

“I got word from on high; you ain’t welcome here.” He spat, getting too close to the two of you for either of your likings. But Zemo kept his air of indifference while you instinctually moved closer into his side. It’s all an act, remember? You have to play the part of the clingy partner who would get frightened at such a rough man threatening you two. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me…” Zemo began, trailing off as he gestured to Bucky.

“New haircut?” The strange man asked Bucky, who merely glowered in response.

“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo finished, this time him being the one to get into the man’s face. Thankfully that was enough to send him away, most likely to Selby or this Power Broker who seems to be Madripoor’s own version of Big Brother.

You could feel Zemo let out a breath that you don’t think he even knew he was holding, giving a quick glance down at you before placing a peck on your temple. For the facade, of course. But what wasn’t fake were the butterflies rise in your stomach, something that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Were you… Flustered?

No, you reminded yourself internally. This was a very bad man holding you close, the same one who killed the former King of Wakanda and ripped your team to shreds. Not only that, but he hated all the Avengers, so why did he seem to like you? It doesn’t matter whether or not he likes you, he’s Zemo. But the more time you spent with him, the more intoxicated you became. He was starting to look more and more like your next mistake, and love is certainly not a game you wanted to be playing with him. Right?

The next thirty or so minutes were a blur. Bucky having to fake being the Winter Soldier to kick a bunch of men’s asses to finally meeting up with Selby, only for Sam to break your cover through a phone call and Selby quickly being shot. The four of you promptly exited the bar, attempting to remain inconspicuous until bounty hunters from all around started shooting at you. Bucky and Sam jumped forward, meanwhile, Zemo darted to the right, dragging you with him as he moved his hand from your waist to interlock your fingers.

You cut through alleyway after alleyway, hiding in the shadows as gunfire echoed around you. Eventually, you managed to catch up with Bucky and Sam, approaching the pair with your hand still in his.

“Well this is too perfect.” A female voice interrupted your mini-reunion, Sharon Carter emerging from the shadows as she ripped down her hood, gun fixated on Zemo.

“Drop it Zemo,” She started, Zemo raising his gun-holding hand before lowering the weapon to the ground. “You cost me everything.”

“Sharon, wait.” You reasoned, raising your hand as you slowly backed up.

“What, are you his lover now? His sugar baby or some shit?” She badgered you, causing your eyes to widen as you only just remembered that you were still holding his hand. You quickly dropped it, raising it to match your other arm as Zemo sent you a look that you couldn’t decipher. Oh, how desperately you wanted to look into his mind, but the little bit of sanity left in you told you to leave it be.

“Someone recreated the super-soldier serum and Zemo had a lead,” Sam explained.

“That explains why you guys are here. And Selby’s dead.” Sharon replied, gun still pointed at your group.

“So what are you doing here?” Bucky questioned the blonde.

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass so that you could save his ass from his ass and became a criminal with their ass.” She explained, pointing the gun at each mention of whoever's ass it was that turn. “Unlike you, I didn’t have the Avengers to back me up, so, I’m off the grid in Madripoor.”

“Hey, don’t blow that smoke. I was on the run, too.” Sam rebutted Sharon’s complaints.

“Was. Is. Big difference. I don’t speak to my family anymore - I can’t. My own father doesn’t know where I am.”

“Listen…” You began. “Sharon, we need your help, the former agent only laughing in response. “Please.”

“This isn’t over.” She conceded, shaking her head at you. “I have a place in High Town, you should be safe there for a while.”

Sharon’s place was definitely nicer than yours is now, and you’re not even on the run anymore. She, thankfully, had a change of clothes for you to slip into, the soft material much a welcome relief from the tortuous item Zemo had you wearing.

While you were waiting for Sharon’s guests to begin arriving for whatever event would soon be taking place downstairs, everybody slowly filtered out of the room until it was only Zemo and yourself remaining.

“Can I ask you a question?” You spoke up, breaking the silence from your spot on the sofa as you glanced towards the Baron seated across the room.

“Ask away.” He smiled, taking a sip from the amber liquid in his glass.

“What did you mean earlier, when you said we were the same.” Your voice was quiet now, so much so that you weren’t sure if he’d even heard you. That is until he got up from his seat and slowly walked towards you.

“I never wanted to tear the Avengers apart, not until they killed my family. Destroyed my city… Sure, I didn’t like them, but I didn’t want to destroy them. It was all about vengeance.” He began, sitting beside you on the yellow fabric. “For you, it was HYDRA who ruined your life. You joined the Avengers because it was where the last people you had left were going and it was the easiest way for you to ensure the organization was destroyed. You never wanted the idolization that came with being a hero, and it was clear when your work was done that you had no desire to keep going. Everything that came after the Sokovia Accords was out of survival.”

“I’m not saying you're right,” you began, “but what would that make me, then? Insane? Cause that seems to be the running theory.”

“You’re not crazy, despite how rumors fly. Neither am I, really.” He began, eliciting a small smile from you at the last bit he added. “You’re a fighter, someone doing whatever it takes to get their agenda done. Whether that means breaking the law or joining the Avengers, nothing will stop you once you put your mind to it - it’s one of the things I admire about you.”

You pursed your lips as you focused on the amber fluid floating in its crystalline home, him taking another sip of the burning liquid. Your gaze shifted back to his face, and oh god, look at that face. Maybe it was the liquor in your system already or maybe your last bit of sanity was finally escaping your mind, but suddenly his past didn’t seem to matter anymore. You had plenty of red on your ledger as well, and the more he spoke the more you began to sympathize with him.

“So you admire me?” You smirked, crossing your arms as you tilted your head slightly to the right playfully.

“Why don’t you look into my mind and tell me?” He replied. Reaching out, you gently placed your fingers against his temple as you gazed into his consciousness. Flashes of magic and madness, ideas of a love that could be forever or go down in flames. You didn’t go searching deeper, because your own mind was racing. Would pursuing this be worth all the pain that could very well follow? No, not could, would. You’d be betraying your former teammates, but what did that matter much anymore.

Rather than pulling your hand away, you placed your lips gently on his, tentatively, even. He tasted of expensive liquor and a hint of peppermint, and you found yourself intoxicated. The kiss ended far too soon for your liking, him pulling away so his brown orbs could gaze into your own.

“So… What do you say?” He asked, cupping your cheek in his hand, you place your own over top of his.

“Why not?” You smiled back, reconnecting your lips to his.

“I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.”

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cazimagines · 3 years

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Perfectly exasperating

Synopsis: You really disliked Zemo, but one person you disliked more? John Walker. After bonding over how you disliked him with Zemo, you have the unfortunate situation of running into John. He flirts, insults, and hurts you and Zemo is ready to put him in his place.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings/Tags: Use of swear words, John Walker being a dick, soft Zemo, protective Zemo

Author’s note: I was not intending this fic to come out as long as it did. This was one of the ones I had been putting off to write other stuff till I finally pulled myself around to writing it and ended up getting really into it. Funny how that happens.

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“Would you care for a Turkish delight?”

You bite the inside of your mouth in annoyance, refusing to even look at him. Instead of forcing your eyes to focus on a spot in front of you, not moving them in the slightest. Zemo waited for a few moments before sighing and turning away from you.

“You’ll eventually have to talk to me, y/n” he exclaims as he walks over to the kitchen side of the room. You were sitting in the safe house Zemo had provided. There wasn’t much to do, just sit and wait till the funeral started. Zemo sought to communicate to you to keep you two occupied, but you didn’t want to talk with him, so you didn’t. You just sat on the settee, staring at the sofa opposite you while Zemo walked around looking through the cupboards for food.

You were pissed when Bucky revealed he broke Zemo out of prison.

The avengers had been your family. Whenever you needed them Steve would be there to offer you advice, Tony there to make you laugh. Nat there to beat up whoever required it. Everything was wonderful in your life. For once. And he had ruined it.

He caused the family you loved to split, hate each other, and that left you alone. So alone. Losing both Tony and Steve made you more mad at Zemo. He robbed the last years you could have spent with them, so yeah, no wonder you refused to talk to him.

He loved to annoy you, though. Any moment he got he was beside you, creating sarcastic remarks about what was happening, trying to joke around with you. Trying anything to communicate with you. The worst of it was when he insisted you had to be his date on the mission in Mandripoor. Feeling his arm wrap around you, a kiss to your temple, the smell of his cologne flooding you, drawing you in. It pissed you off knowing how easily you fit into the role of his date. Yet you knew deep down why. Every time he made a snide remark, you had to bite your tongue to stop making one back. Every time he tried to joke with you, it took all your effort not to snort. You hated him and everything he does, yet you could sense a fondness growing for him, just a slight one, in the deepest corner of your heart. Left there to be locked away. Never acknowledged.

“So, the new Captain America, huh? What’s he like?” you hear Zemo ask, leaning on the counter of the kitchen table, his eyes burning into the side of your head.

You feel bile rise to your mouth as he spoke.

John Walker.

John fucking Walker.

If you hated Zemo, you despised John Walker. Just thinking of him brought a scowl to your lips. Steve meant everything to you. He was a father figure to you. He stood for all you believed in. He was your hope, your light in the darkness. And John Walker seemed to tarnish it. You wouldn’t have minded him if he was a different mascot for America. If he became America’s new hope. It was the fact that they called him Captain America. That he had the shield. The title belonged only to Steve. He claimed he wasn’t trying to replace Steve, but that is what he was doing. Him being called Captain America felt like a spit on Steve’s memory. People would forget him, everything he did for the country he loved. They would only focus on John Walker, and you detested that.

You didn’t blame Sam for giving away the shield, unlike Bucky. You could understand why he did it. That shield held such a responsibility, such a legacy it seemed impossible to ever live up to. No, you blamed the people who took the shield away from the museum. Without Sam’s permission. They should have asked Sam. But of course they didn’t care. They didn’t care at all.

“I see by your reaction that your impression of him isn’t a pleasant one,” Zemo says, bringing you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

“Have you met him?” he asks

You try to hold back your opinion, but John Walker made you so frustrated, you knew if you didn’t rant about him you would burst.

“Yes. He’s a dick,” you spit out

Zemo quickly straightens up, surprised you actually answered one of his questions.

“Oh? Are you finally speaking to me.” he inquires, walking around the kitchen counter towards you.

“Don’t push your luck” you mutter, side eyeing him as he sits down opposite you. Sam and Bucky were out leaving you alone with Zemo. At the moment you were all waiting till the funeral. Zemo claimed there were a few hours to kill before everyone had to gather. Sam and Bucky decided to check out the town, make sure they knew it well in case a situation occurred where we had to dash. They had forced you to babysit Zemo.

“No, no, I like to hear you talk. Please, if talking about how this new Captain America is a dick is how I get you to speak to me, then let’s continue.” Zemo says, pouring out a glass of whisky for you and him. He holds the glass out to you, an eyebrow raised. You sigh, grabbing the glass out of his hand and drank, feeling the warmth creep up your throat. Zemo chuckles as he watches you, leaning back on the sofa, his arms resting on top of it.

“My, my. The man must be terrible if just the thought of him is making you talk and accept drinks from me,”

“He’s so infuriating! He thinks because he is Captain America he can stick his nose in other people’s business!”

“Ah, so he is one of those people. Doesn’t understand boundaries. How rude,”

“And get this, he got annoyed at us! Telling us we should stay out of his way when he is the one getting in our bloody way!”

“No” Zemo fake gasps

“Yes!” you exclaim, going into a rant, “I can’t even bear to call him Captain America. He doesn’t deserve to be called that. His actual name is John Walker. He claimed he wasn’t trying to replace Steve, but that is exactly what he is doing! And how he talks to me as well. He’s so condescending, treating me as if I am a kid while trying to compliment me and act like he’s all that in front of me,”

Zemo’s eyes narrow and he places the glass down on the table between you two, “You mean he flirts with you?”

“If you could call that pathetic excuse flirting. I suppose. It pisses me off though,”

“I can imagine. He sounds nothing like what Steve was. Nothing like his legacy,”

It was your turn to narrow your eyes, watching Zemo curiously. “I assumed you hated Steve”

“I never hated him. No. I can admire what he stood for, I just find unrealistic. All superheroes are flawed. Innocents will consistently be collateral damage while superheroes are allowed to exist.”

You stare at Zemo, amazed. Not realising the silence you were making. You had always thought he hated Steve. It always seemed that way. Yet he didn’t? Knowing he didn’t hate the guy you always viewed as a father figure mattered to you. And you don’t know why.

Zemo stared back at you. He was studying your eyes, trying to figure out what you were thinking. He didn’t realise what he thought about Steve would have affected you, but it appears he was wrong.

“Don’t worry y/n we’re back and guess what! We found your fav-” Sam shouts, opening the doors of the room and strutting in but he pauses, noticing you and Zemo staring at each other from the sofa’s. “What’s going on here?”

Zemo is the one to pull out of the eye contact trance, smirking as he looks over at Sam, “We were just discussing John Walker.”

Bucky who had followed Sam in grounded at hearing Zemo utter that name. “Perhaps you two would like a drink and join us in considering how much of a dick he is?” Zemo asks, raising his glass to them.

A few hours later you walked down the street following Zemo to find his associate. You didn’t appreciate how secretive he was being, but you understood it. He had many people who wanted to get him, and the second he wasn’t useful to us. He would be doomed.

“It’s too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit” you hear a whiny voice shout. Peering up, you notice John Walker and his sidekick ‘Battlestar’ or whatever jogging down the steps towards you.

“Ah! How did you find us now” Bucky shouts with his arms raised, striding towards them.

“Come on. You really think three Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention,” his friend responds.

“No more keeping us in the dark,” John mutters angrily

Zemo, who you were walking besides, turns his head to you, “I understand what you mean by infuriating”

You chuckle as John looks angrily between you two, “You can start by telling us why you broke him out of prison,”

“He did that himself technically” Bucky replies, and Zemo grins at you, as if bragging about it.

“Aw, this better be an unbelievable explanation-” John Walker exclaims, reaching up to you.

“Hey take it easy before it gets weird,” Sam suggests, interrupting John.

“I know where Karli is,” Zemo reveals to John Walker, his seductive accent sticking out from the rest of them. He tries to walk past John. You, Bucky and Sam follow, but John stops him, placing a hand on his chest.

Zemo glares ahead, disgusted at John for even daring to touch him.

“Well, where” he says, getting into Zemo’s face

“All we know is, it’s a memorial so we are going to intercept her there,” Sam adds, trying to defuse the tension.

Zemo grabs John Walker’s hand and pushes it off him, striding forward again, and you jog to catch up with him.

“See why I call him a dick now,” you whisper

Zemo smirks, looking back at you, “Yes. He’s perfectly exasperating”

“What? No. Wait. No! No! Stop. Hold on. Stop. Okay?” John exclaims running forward and stopping you all in your tracks again after something Sam had said. “I think we are way past reasoning with her”

Zemo just stares ahead, fed up with John while you groan in annoyance. Not being able to even bring yourself to look at the man in front of you.

They argue for a few moments while you and Zemo stand idly to the side, Zemo glances at you rolling his eyes making you giggle. You smack his arm slightly trying to get him to stop making you laugh, but that only makes Zemo chuckle along with you. Eventually they calm John down but he glares over at Zemo, “We will deal with you later.”

“I’m sure it will all come to an agreeable conclusion” Zemo says, gesturing with his hands. He walks ahead, searching for his associate while John Walker moves beside you. You try to pick up your pace, but he keeps up.

“So working with a criminal now. Not very avengery like. I thought Zemo hated Steve. I wonder what Steve would think of you working with him,” he mutters peering at you.

“Need I remind you-you are also working with him now,”

“Come on, darling, don’t be like that,” John responds grinning, placing his palm on your back.

“Get your hand off me” you growl scowling at him

“Most women would fawn over me” John cockily resorts, still not removing his hand

“She asked you to remove your hand” you hear Zemo state, glancing over you see he had stopped walking forward, turned around and was now glaring at John. “Do I need to remove it for you?” he says angrily.

John frowns at Zemo. Finally, taking his hand off you and striding up to Zemo. Zemo tilts his head, his jaw clenching in fury as he stares at John.

“You are nothing but a dirty criminal. Don’t think for a second you can talk to me like that,”

“I will when you are being rude and disrespectful towards a lady,”

John scoffs, peeking over to you, then back to Zemo. Everyone else was standing to the side, not sure if they should intervene or not.

“What did she suck you off or something?”

Chaos ensured.

Bucky and Sam had to leap forward to stop Zemo from launching onto John while Battlestar had to hold John back. “Too far man, too far” he muttered to John

Zemo was snarling at John, his teeth bared in rage. His hair had fallen loose from their usual position and was hanging down over his forehead, giving him a more wild look. The vein in his neck stood out, twitching. His eyes were raging with fire as he looked at John. He kept trying to push past Bucky and Sam to get to John, but eventually gave up knowing it was futile.

You were standing at the side, shocked that John would have the ego to say something like that and at Zemo’s rage towards John for saying it. John adjusts his head. Not looking you in the eyes, but looking in your direction. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of said that”

Pulling your senses together, you walk up to John, glaring at him. “Yeah, you damn well shouldn’t have. You’re a dick. Nothing like Steve. You never will be,”

John wrinkles his nose in anger, frowning at your remark. You walk over to Zemo now that Bucky and Sam had let go of him. You give him a nod, showing your appreciation, and he nods back, though still glaring at John.

“Who I choose to associate myself with is none of your business. Who I choose to suck off is none of your business. Perhaps you can go fuck yourself and learn a bit of decency,” you spit at him.

A brilliant thought crosses your brain for another way to twist the dagger of your dislike into John. You reach out and grab onto Zemo’s hand, clasping it.

The action causes everyone to turn wide eyed to you. Including Zemo. He glances down at your hand in his then back to yours, surprise in his gaze but he immediately covers it up turning back to John smirking. He turns to behind himself, then back to the group.

“My associate is up ahead,”

You all turn to look forwards and see a little girl staring at you. Walking forward again, gripping his hand, Zemo nods to the girl as you all approach.

“Hello my friend,”

He holds out some money, a lot by the looking of it, and says to her, “This is for your family”

The girl hastily snatches it, obviously in need of it, and you can’t help but feel your heart warm a bit, seeing how kind Zemo was being to her.

“Can you show us the way?”

She beckons with her hands and walks forward. Zemo looks back at you, nodding to make sure you were okay, then follows her.

“What the hell” John murmurs from behind.

Following the girl, she leads you to a building. She turns, pointing inside a doorway, and runs inside not to be seen again.

“Karli’s in there,” Zemo tells the rest of the group. Sam replies and heads inside to talk to her while John suddenly grabs Zemo’s arm and yanks him against the machine on the wall.

Zemo moans as he is shoved into it, the hard outer piece hitting into his chest roughly.

“Hey. You’ve got ten minutes” John shouts to Sam as he takes out a pair of handcuffs and attaches them to Zemo.

“Really” Zemo mutters as John cuffs him to the machine.

“Then we are doing things my way,” John declares ignoring him

“Aggressive” Zemo jokes, though from his eyes you could still see the anger he harbors towards John.

He twists his head to watch John stride forward, staring at Sam, then back to him. “But I get it”

You wander over to stand by Zemo as you wait for Sam to talk to Karli.

“This day has brought a lot of changes. This morning you refused to say a single thing to me and now just moments ago you were holding my hand,” Zemo speaks quietly to you.

You shoot him a glare, “I did that to agitate John,”

“Sure, that was the only reason” but you knew from his eyes he didn’t believe you. They sparkled with amusement as he looked down at you.

“That cuff must bother you” you mention glancing over at them.

“I don’t mind. I quite enjoy cuffs, in the right setting of course,” he quips.

You turn on your side, looking at him, your lips curling into a smile. If we are going to play that game, you thought.

“Oh, what setting would that be?”

Zemo’s smile deepened, enjoying seeing you play along, “I’m sure you would like to know”

“Do you have to do this here!” John exclaims, glaring at the two of you. You quickly step back from Zemo, forgetting that you two had company. Your eyes snap to Bucky’s with worry, but he wasn’t looking at you. He glared at the ground, not seeming to care what was happening between you and Zemo.

After that Zemo tried to engage you in conversation again but you effectively ignored him, going back to how you were treating him earlier, which you knew was frustrating him.

John was looking down at the shield, then squeezed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, panting. Both you and Zemo glanced up, watching him cautiously. You glanced at Zemo and he stared back, confirming you were both thinking the same thing about Walker.

He got up and started shuffling towards the doorway. Both you and Bucky eyed at each other for the first time with the same recognition in your eyes. You leave Zemo’s side to walk over to where John was.

“No, no, no. This is a bad idea,” John mutters as he paces around. Zemo watches him like a hawk while you and Bucky stand side by side, arms crossed.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Sit tight,” Bucky replies.

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me,” he spits back, pacing around.

“He knows what he is doing,” you reply

There’s silence for just a moment. You watch as John turns towards you and walks fast, hitting his fist against the shield, “I’m going in”

Bucky walks forward and places his hand on John, stopping him from moving further.

He tries to antagonise Bucky, trying to make him guilty for what could happen to Sam. And you could tell his words were influencing him.

“You will not be going in till ten minutes are up,” you state sauntering over to them

“Oh, so the whore has something to say,” John spits out

In the back, Zemo growls, tugging on the cuffs that connected him to the wall. You feel the outrage prick up on you as John’s remark.

“Don’t call her that” Bucky says, glaring at John

“She’s been openly flirting with the terrorist over there, so yeah, I think it’s appropriate to call her that,” John bites back

You rush forward, attempting to punch John in rage, but he was able to sidestep you and brings the shield up, connecting it harshly to the side of your head. Pain soars across your face as you fall down onto the ground. You groan, your eyesight going dark around the sides and black patches covering parts of what you could see.

“BASTARD” you hear someone shout with a beautiful accent. From the floor, you can’t make out much of what is going on. Someone with a metal arm attacking another guy. A man with a shield being attacked by a man in a trench coat. It was all too confusing for you. You just wanted to sleep.

You could feel yourself fading in and out. Your eyes begging to close. You could hear shouting. Someone talking.

Your head was raised. Someone was holding it in their hands. Your vision is blurry but as they get nearer your eyes could focus on them. Beautiful brown eyes, messy brown hair, cute thin lips. It was him.

“Y/n!?” Zemo shouted at you, “Y/n stay with me”

“My head hurts” you mutter to Zemo as he lifts you up, placing you against the wall. Slowly your eyesight came back, and you could see your surroundings. Only you and Zemo were left.

“Zemo, where is everyone?” you ask turning your head, but in doing so it makes you feel incredibly dizzy. You groan as Zemo places a hand on the side of your face to stop you moving.

“They went after the Sam,”

“I need to help them!”

“No, you need to stay here and recover,”

You look over at the wall then back to Zemo, “How did you get out of the cuffs?” you ask

“Ah well…” Zemo says and glances down at his hand, your eyes follow and widen seeing his hand, bruising covering it, his thumb sticking out at an odd angle.

“You broke your hand to get out!?”

“Well, I couldn’t let him get away with saying those things and hurting you,” Zemo mutters, smiling slightly but you could see the pain flickering in his eyes, “I gave him a well-deserved punch in the face”

You chuckle at the thought. Leaning forward, you kiss him lightly on his forehead, a gesture of you wanting to ease his pain. You move back just in time to see him looking at you, surprised, before your vision faded.

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milliedazzledust · 3 years

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After The Storm Comes Sunshine (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Request: bucky fic where the reader and bucky had a huge fight about zemo making bucky act like the winter soldier. Bucky thinks that she doesn't believe he can resist going back to his old ways and its very angsty but a bit fluffy in the end

bucky x fem!reader where the two are a couple and then they get in a fight, he loses his temper, hits a wall and like scares the shit out of her

Words: 3710 words

Warnings!!!: domestic violence - mental illness

A/N: this was definitely harder than I thought it'd be to write this. Also, first time I've experienced emotional exhaustion over a story - as always don't hesitate to like/share/comment, I hope you'll like it!

She hadn’t meant to hurt his feelings, or make him doubt her trust. She hadn’t meant for things to escalade this quickly. They were supposed to be a united front, allies forever and always having each others back. Not strangers on the verge of breaking apart.

“I don’t know what you want to say”

She was purposely trying to keep her voice steady, to avoid the fight she knew would inevitably come. Two thousand feet above the ground in a plane was no place for the heavy conversation he was determined to have.

“I want you to stop lying to me”

“I’ve never lied to you, Bucky”

She was acutely aware they were not alone. Despite the low tone of their voices, there was no doubt Sam and Zemo could hear them.

They had just gotten out of Madripoor, with valuable intel that was leading them to Riga. On paper, the mission had been a success despite a few mishaps. In reality, the few hours they had spent inside the secret city had been torture for both Bucky and Y/N.

The Sergeant had had the perfect cover, impersonating the assassin he had once been almost too easily. Y/N had silently watched him turn into his old self, a man deprived of any emotions. And while she knew it was just an act, she couldn’t help but be anxious. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, the Winter Soldier felt like second skin to him. The way he could flip the switch on and off at will scared her. Not because of what he was capable of doing, but rather because of what she could see in his eyes. For a moment he was back in survival mode, watching the world through broken glass. Any sounds or movements could trigger a violent response, as if he was suddenly disconnected, his brain wired only to fight.

“I’m not mad, Bucky” She spoke in a soft voice, hoping to appease him. “I’m not upset, or tired. I’m not annoyed, and I’m not ignoring you. If I had something to say, I’d talk to you”

He made no point in hiding the fact he didn’t believe her. Silently sitting back in his chair, he pursed his lips to keep himself from saying something he would regret later and took the small towel Sam gave him to wipe out the blood off his metal hand. She was staring intensely, following his actions, which didn’t go unnoticed. He was slowly getting upset, interpreting her words for something they were not, projecting his own insecurities and fear on her, which could only fuel his anger.

None of them spoke throughout the rest of the flight. Even as they settled in Zemo’s apartment, they avoided any interaction. The tension between them was building rapidly, almost palpable and ready to be set on fire. They were all sitting on the couch, talking about Karli and the Flag Smashers. They had just learned that a supply depot was bombed by the extremist organization. All they needed now was a plan of action.

“I have the will to complete this mission” Zemo told them. “Do the three of you ?”

“Are you asking if we’re willing to kill a kid ?” Y/N snarked back. “Is it really necessary to remind you not all of us are criminals ?”

“I bet your government would beg to differ” He smirked. “Especially when it comes to you and your former assassin of a boyfriend”

“Choose your next words carefully” The woman threatened him.

She turned to Sam, exasperation evident on her face.

“Can we give him to the Wakandans now ?” She complained.

“And give up your tour guide ?” Zemo laughed.

“Gladly. It’s either that or I’ll murder you in your sleep”

“Nobody is killing anyone” Sam calmed them down, bringing back a sense of peace in the room. “Let’s just find where Karli is”

Throughout the whole conversation, Bucky didn't say much. He quietly sat back and listened, lost in his own thoughts. Y/N rubbed her fingers over his arm, gaining his attention. He softly laid a kiss on her forehead but remained in the same position, palms crossed on his lap. He looked stressed, his hair was extra messy where he had probably been running his hands through it a lot, and his gaze was miles away from her.

“Maybe you should sit this one out” Y/N suggested, leaning against him.

“What ?” He answered in surprise, staring down at her.

“You don’t look alright,” She confessed. “It’s… I’m starting to get worried”

“Of course you are” He rolled his eyes. He suddenly got up, needing to put some distance between them to keep his temper in check. He couldn’t understand why he was starting to get so mad at her.

She followed him in the kitchen as he poured himself a drink, their company long forgotten now. “Is there something wrong ?”

“Why would there be something wrong ?” He replied with teeth clenched. “All of this is just… perfect” He really was trying to hold back his rage.

“Don’t start, Bucky” She warned her lover.

“Don’t start what ?!”

“Can you just …” She pinched the bridge of her nose.

“What ? Stay back because you think I’m incapable of controlling myself ?” He quirked a brow, raising his voice.

“Do you really need an audience for that ?”

He didn’t even acknowledge Zemo or Sam’s presence. He didn’t care. His exasperation was building up and he was glad he and Y/N were on opposite sides of the kitchen table.

“You want to talk ? Okay - let’s talk” She conceded, bracing herself for the harsh conversation they were about to have. “What’s going on with you ?”

“With me ?” He repeated, clearly upset. “I’m not the one with trust issues, Y/N”

“What is that supposed to mean ?” She breathed, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Don’t play coy with me” He let out a disgusted laugh. “I know you think I’m weak, I know you think I’m nothing more than… him” For a second his voice broke but he was quick to regain control.

She looked over the table with slight astonishment, taken aback by his words.

“You don’t think I can resist it, do you ?” He whispered, clenching his jaw to keep his emotions at bay.

“Where is this coming from, Buck?” She mumbled incredulously, stunned by the unexpectedness of this situation. “You know that’s not true, I’ve never …”

“Stop lying!” He yelled, making her flinch in the process.

Something was definitely wrong, somehow she could feel it. Irrational anger was building in the pit of his stomach and he was close to losing touch with reality, believing whatever lies his demons were creating in his mind. His brain had suddenly started running a mile and hour, unknowingly stealing his sanity in its frenzy, while his anxiety kept being magnified, so loud it was getting hard to hear himself think clearly.

“I’ve seen the way you looked at me back there” He was spitting venom. “You were waiting for the moment I would blow up”

“No, no! That’s not true,” She promised, shaking her head. Her voice was so small and her face tight with worry.

He rapidly closed the distance between them, moving like a predator ready to close a trap of its prey. When finally he was in front of her, she couldn’t help but feel vulnerable, at his mercy. She found herself stuck with her back against the wall. She couldn’t move or escape him.

“Oh c’mon, admit it Y/N!” He threw his hands up in exasperation and shouted almost hysterically. “You’re waiting for him to come back, you’re waiting for powerless words to trigger me and turn me back into a monster! Because this is all I am, right ? All I ever was to you ! A broken record you can’t fix ! One more fucking lost cause you keep carrying around, too weak to fight back !”

She opened and closed her mouth, at a loss for words, hurt by the violence behind each of his sentences. She hadn’t noticed Sam had gotten off the couch when their conversation had turned into a confrontation. He warily stood close, ready to step in.

“Okay, buddy” He interrupted his friend, trying to calm him down. “That’s enough”

It wasn’t a suggestion, or even a warning. He was silently giving him the order to back off.

“It’s alright, Sam. Let him speak” Her eyes didn’t leave the man she loved as she talked. She could already feel the tears on her face and the ache in her heart as she watched him explode in a fireworks of emotions.

“I wish I could turn it all off, turn you off!” He yelled, pointed a finger in accusation at her as enraged words poured out of his mouth. “Make you disappear so I won’t have to see disappointment on your face anymore, because despite how hard I try, it’s never enough for you!”

His voice rang with authority and menace. She swallowed the lump in her throat, taking the hits in silence, wiping traitor's tears away. He sounded deadly, so much that her stomach clenched in fear for the first time.

“I know you’re angry, but…”

She saw the changes, the reaction to her statement, realizing instantly when he switched from rage to pure hatred. His body suddenly stiffened as his face radiated danger.

“I’m not angry!” He snapped, shouting so loud she thought for a moment he was about to hit her. “I’m in pain!”

She held her breath, waiting for the blow. Her eyes involuntarily shut, unable to watch the display of violence. She flinched when she heard the crash echoing next to her ear but never felt the power of his metal arm. He had hit the wall next to her with so much strength there was a hole. She whimpered and looked at the scene, then at him, shocked. His jaw was tight, his pupils dilated and he was breathing hard. He tried to take a step toward her, but he stumbled, almost fell. She stood there, frozen on the spot, eyes wide opened.

This was a scream from deep within that forced its way from his brain to his hands, as if his soul had unleashed one of his demons. It was safer, easier to choose violence. To choose the Winter Soldier. This was a truth he would never admit to himself, how much this outburst had everything to do with sadness disguised in anger and scars that just wouldn’t heal.

“Bucky, get away from her!” Sam reacted quickly, interposing himself directly between them. His tone had lost its calm but not its power.

“I… I didn’t mean to… I… I wasn’t going to…” The Sergeant stuttered, keeping his eyes on the woman he had almost wounded.

She wasn’t listening, she couldn’t. She was shivering like a leaf, arms up in defense in a desperate need to protect herself.

“Y/N…” He called in a small, broken voice. He tried to reach for her but she coiled back.

“Bucky, please” Sam called again with more force this time. “Go outside, walk it out”

The man took his gaze away from his girlfriend, looking at his friend with desperation.

“I wasn’t going to…” He started to explain but had to stop. He couldn’t breath, couldn’t think after what he had just done. “I would never hurt her, Sam”

“I know, Buck” He nodded, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I know, but I need you to leave”

He averted his eyes once again toward the woman he loved.

“I got her,” Sam promised. “Go.”

The moment he disappeared, Y/N collapsed on the ground. Her whole body seemed to have grown cold and when her vision became blurry, she realized she was about to lose it. A hand above her mouth to quieten the frightened cry threatening to escape her lips, she tried to take a deep breath. She felt lost, crushed even. She was used to violence, but not like this, not by someone she loved and trusted.

Sam sat next to her after a quick check up, gently leaning her head against his shoulder. “It’s gonna be alright, Y/N/N”

“I’m sorry we made a scene” Her voice was barely a whisper. She was still in shock.

He chuckled. “Are you kidding me ? Shit was getting boring out here”

He knew she would be okay when he saw a small smile on her face.

“I need to ask you something, Y/N/N. Something personal” He hesitated for a short moment.

She raised her head but didn’t talk, waiting for him to continue.

“Has he ever lost his temper with you before ?” He was dead serious and looked awfully worried. “Has he ever …”

“Hurt me ?” She finished.

“Yeah…”

“No. He’d never do that, Sam”

“Good” He chose to believe her. “Because super soldier or not, I would kick his ass if he ever tried to lay a finger on you”

He knew Bucky would never forgive himself if anything happened to her because of him, he loved her too much for that, but he was also aware that a broken soldier could easily become a deadly threat.

“What do you need me to do?” He asked his friend.

“Go finish the mission, take him with you” She muttered. “Make sure he’s alright”

He didn’t want to leave but the woman was stubborn. She wouldn’t give him the choice. So instead, he settled to carry her shaken body to the couch. She was unable to stop her body from shivering, the trauma was far too recent.

“Are you sure… ?” He questioned her once again, not liking the idea of letting her by herself in this state.

“Go, Sam. I’ll be fine”

He sighed and kissed her forehead before leaving. Zemo was still in the room, watching from afar with a curious interest. He hadn’t hushered a word, but as Sam left the apartment, he walked toward the woman and quietly set a tray with a cup of tea on the table in front of her.

“Cherry blossom tea,” He explained, gesturing to the hot beverage. “It had… soothing properties, it’ll help calm your nerves”

She looked up in surprise as he offered her a small smile and started to follow Sam. He stopped once he was by the door, turning once again toward the woman.

“If I may,” He caught her attention, glancing at the hole the angry man had made moments ago. “He chose to hit my wall, even at the peak of his rage. The soldier he once was would’ve never hesitated to choose you” And with that he was gone.

She stayed sitting there for a while before deciding a shower would help, but even the hot water was useless to calm her nerves. She felt terrible, all she could see in her mind was his devastated face when he kept repeating he wouldn’t hurt her. Her head was throbbing, her whole body aching, and the tears couldn’t stop falling. She was numb, she needed him.

She took one of his T-shirts out of his bag and pressed it against her face, inhaling deeply. A little whimper left her lips because it smelt like him. Like home. She slipped it over her head and climbed into their bed, hugging herself tightly. She somehow felt guilty, like it was her fault, like she could have prevented it from happening. This was a loop in her mind, running over and over and over again, the same words he had spoken ‘I’m not angry, I’m in pain’ - How could she not have seen it before ?

She laid there for the rest of the day, tired yet unable to sleep. Her thoughts were too loud to ignore, too painful to shut down, and the bed felt empty without him. She brought her knees up to her chest, letting the torrent of her tears soak through his shirt, and clenched her fists, not knowing whether to be mad or just sad.

She hadn’t even noticed Bucky was back, standing behind her against the door frame, his heart breaking at the sound of her distress. Too scared to come closer, he stayed back and listened to her cries, letting his own tears fall down.

He pursed his lips and swallowed his apology. His broken pieces were scattered all over his mind and he couldn’t think straight. The constant memory of his hand breaking that wall kept playing in his head, not because of the violence of that action, but because of the fear he had seen on her face, the pain he had been able to read through her eyes. He felt sick just thinking of the damages he could have done. No matter what she would say, he would never forgive himself.

“I’m sorry” He chose to be the first to break the heavy silence.

He moved toward her and sat on the side of the bed, facing her. His arm slid around her waist, something he had a habit of doing, but she flinched. It was a pure reflex, a defense mechanism, and she knew the action had deeply hurt him when he coiled back. Her eyes refused to meet his, instead she chose to stare blankly into the dark space of their room. He sat with his hands on his lap, not daring to move a muscle. They were next to each other but miles apart, almost turning into strangers once again.

“Y/N…”

“Don’t”

“If I could take it all back…”

“Don’t speak” She cut him.

Her heart sank and her stomach tightened when she took a quick glance at him. He looked terrible. His blue eyes appeared weathered, like he had aged another hundred years in the course of a day. His hair was disheveled and his stare had something haunting. It bothered her, it was almost like she could finally see the shadow of his demons hidden underneath, only visible when the man was on the verge of breaking apart.

“I’m fine” She reassured him.

“But I’m not” He was closely studying her face, like she would get up and disappear in a second if he dared to move.

She grabbed his hand, this time surprising him, and dragged him on the bed with her. They laid there for a moment, appreciating the proximity, silently rediscovering comfort in each others presence, until Y/N absently started playing with his fingers. It was only a distraction to appease her nerves, but he enjoyed the serenity brought by that simple physical touch.

“It was never a question of trust, Buck. You’ve got to know that” She whispered. “I’m not scared of you”

“I’m not sure I believe that”

She waited a moment to collect her thoughts before she spoke again.

“You’re right, you shouldn’t. That’s a lie” She admitted. She refused to look at him but had his undivided attention. “If you really want the truth - the ugly, painful truth - then yes, I’ll admit I’m terrified. But it was never of you”

She stopped her movements and entwined her hand with his metal one, bringing it close to her heart.

“We both know it’s still here, somewhere too deep for us to see. Roots of what they did to you” Her voice was quiet, barely a whisper, almost as if the words would hurt more if they were spoken too loud. “We both know he’s gone into hiding but never really left you. And even though the words hold no power anymore, those tiny breaks they carved into you are still there. Wide open. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of him when you talk in your sleep, or when your eyes suddenly turn too cold. Sometimes… sometimes I feel his hands, and not yours”

A single tear rolled down her cheek as she felt him squeeze her fingers. Still, she didn’t look at him. She wouldn’t bear to see the pain on his face, the hurt brought by the power of her sincerity.

“It feels like you’re drowning, about to take that last breath that will let all the water in. I see you struggling every day, Buck, trying to learn how to live without him. And it’s what he represents that terrifies me”

“Why ?” He muttered.

“Because he’s your familiarity. No matter how much you don’t want to admit that, he’s everything you’ve ever known. This life we gave you back is terrifying, to a point none of us will ever understand. So, I’m worried you’ll get overwhelmed and finally give in to him. Because that’s when it’ll stop hurting, that’s when it won’t be so scary anymore. He’ll be here to dull your pain, make you forget there was ever a choice to make. He’ll create a false sense of peace to cage you in, and I am no match against the power he still holds over you”

“I can resist it. I’m not weak, Y/N” He only answered.

“Never said you were. It takes a special kind of strength to wake up every single day and go fight an invisible battle with an enemy only you can see. That’s not what I’m getting at, Buck”

“Then what are you saying ?”

“I’m saying if you want to heal, you have to stop pretending it doesn’t hurt” She said. “Stop pretending he’s gone”

“What if I do that and he takes over ?” He whispered, voice strangled by tears waiting to be shed. “What if I hurt you ?”

This time she turned on her side to face him.

“You mean what if he hurts me ?” She corrected him.

“Same difference”

“Not to me”

She gently brushed a finger over his face and he closed his eyes, enjoying the soft touch. She moved closer to him, laying her forehead against his temple. He took the opportunity to slide an arm around her waist, almost bringing her body on his chest.

“We’ll get him out” She promised. “One day the Winter Soldier will only be a distant memory”

“How can you be so sure ?”

“I have faith in you”

“I don’t”

She chuckled.

“That’s alright” She conceded, laying her head on his shoulder. “Until then, you’ll just have to trust me.”

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buckyodinson · 3 years

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could you write a Zemo x reader fic where when he tells the little girl that Bucky and Sam are bad men, he can’t bring himself to say anything negative about her?

Trust - Helmut Zemo x f!reader drabble

A/N: thank you for sending this in!! sorry this is only short, since that little scene is so short, I felt I could only add a few lines extra in without changing it too much! Hope you enjoy! :)

“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. One for the master, one for the dame, one for the little girl who lives down the lane.” Zemo recites the nursery rhyme as he approaches the children and places a stool in front of them.

Anybody else approaching random children and singing a nursery rhyme would have you on edge, and watching carefully, but there was something sweet about Zemo’s soft lulling voice as he sang. You’re intrigued by his actions. You see the children are wary of him to begin with, but their faces change once Zemo empties a bag of sweets onto the stool.

“Turkish delight. Always my son’s favourite.” he smiles softly and the girl tentatively picks up a sweet, still wary of Zemo.

“My old friend, Donya passed away. Did you know her?” Zemo’s expression changes to one of sadness.

“Yes” she speaks quietly.

“I would like to pay my last respects. Do you know where her funeral will be?” he asks gently.

She nods and Zemo crooks a finger and gestures to his ear.

The young girl moves to Zemo and whispers in his ear while you, Sam and Bucky all watch on from a distance.

“This is starting to feel like a dead end.” Sam grumbles next to you.

“The Hell is he doing?” Bucky’s face contorts in confusion as the girl steps away from Zemo.

“Do you see these men there?” Zemo says to the children, standing up and nodding his head toward the three of you. The children nod in response.

“They’re very bad. Not to be trusted.” he makes a bit of a scrunched-up face and a handful of the children laugh at him.

You smile at the way Zemo interacts with the children. Though you can’t hear what he’s talking to them about, the little smattering of laughter from the children is endearing, and you feel a pang of sadness when you think about Zemo and his son. From the way he acts with these children, you can just tell he was such a doting, loving father when his son was still alive.

“The woman, though? She can be trusted.” he nods and winks at the children, pausing for a second, “She is a very lovely woman. Smart. And beautiful too...”

At this moment, a few of the children look at you, and you don’t know why, but you raise your hand and wave at them. Sam and Bucky raise their eyebrows at the gesture, and you simply shrug in response.

“Donya is our little secret, okay? And what I said about that woman is definitely a secret too. You cannot tell her what I said about her!” he zips his mouth and the children copy him, nodding enthusiastically. Zemo hands the children all the sweets to share among themselves and turns away.

“Cute kids.” he simply says as he walks past the three of you. Sam and Bucky follow him, and as you move to turn and follow, you don’t miss the way the little girl smiles at you, and the other children share knowing glances. Strange.

Find part 2 here!

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theconstantsidekick · 3 years

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Power Broker (2) | b.b

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader, Past Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, OC x Stark!Reader (brief)

Genre: Fluff with a touch of angst

Summary: Bucky breaks out Zemo. Sam suggests they need help handling him, seeing as he can push Bucky's buttons unlike anyone else. So they go to the only person who can handle both Bucky and Zemo, the only Stark left in the Superhero business... well kind of. Only problem is, she seems reluctant.

Warnings: A little nakedness? Pretty sfw tho. That's all I can think of.

a/n: Alright, this is me trying something out. This is my first y/n fanfic, that too on tumblr. I write a bit on ao3, Destiel stuff, you can check it out if you like, link in bio. But this is just a shot in the dark. If this gets enough notes, let say... 100? I might write the whole thing, cause I have a lot of ideas. The reader is enhanced and has a pretty deep backstory that I wouldn't mind revealing if this interests anyone. So let me know what you all think, I guess? And oh, the og character? Yeah, it's Ben Barnes. :) But dw, Bucky gets the girl.

sidenote: y/f/n is your full name. y/n is a shortened version which you prefer to go by.

Power Broker (1) | Power Broker (3) | Series Masterlist

The door opens and the first thing Bucky sees is a tall, bearded man with messy hair, who is… shirtless, with low hanging sweatpants… with marks all over his body… And he can hear his stomach fall. Sam next to him is completely frozen as well. Until—

“You’re not the pizza,” The man speaks with an accent. British, Bucky ventures, but there’s some other influences, he can’t quite recount.

“And you’re sure as shit not Y/n,” Sam counters.

A smile breaks onto the man’s face.

He turns away from both men and faces off to his right, behind the door. “Darling,” he calls out, voice laced with pure seduction, “I think this might be for you.” He turns back to them, smile still in place, looking somewhat malicious.

There are footsteps followed by a confused voice, “What do you mean it’s f—”

Bucky’s eyes fall right on her. Y/n Stark, standing there in front of him… in a random man’s shirt… this random man’s shirt and black lacy underwear. Well, consider Bucky un—fucking—comfortable.

“—fuck” she finishes.

There’s a long painfully discomforting pause, where everyone stares at each other and then—

“You’re going to do some Avengers shit,” The man states, excited. He’s the only one who’s been smiling since the whole thing started, while the other three were trying to get their jaws off the floor.

Y/n exhales heavily then, turning back to the man on her right, looking up she replies, “No, I am not going to do any Avengers shit, seeing as whatever they’re here for,” she turns back to Bucky and Sam, “the answer's no.”

“You haven’t even heard us out yet,” Sam objects.

Y/n opens her mouth but is immediately cut off, “You haven’t even heard them out yet!” The man interjects.

She turns back to him, and Bucky can see her eyes are nothing but fury. He speaks from experience when he says that he would never want to be on the receiving end of that glare. Last time he was, she dropped a building on him. Which, Bucky thinks, was quite fair seeing as she had just found out he was responsible for the assassination of her former best friend, Howard Stark and was in that moment tag teaming her current best friend, Tony Stark, with her then boyfriend, Steve Rogers. Yeah, pretty damn fair.

“I don’t need to,” She replies, determined. “I am not—”

“Come on, darling! They worked quite hard to track you down all the way here. The least you could do is hear them out.” He cuts her off again, and Bucky has to give this man props because wow, he’s got some balls, “Look, I’ll go run up and get your…” his eyes roam over her body before he continues, “jacket. Meanwhile, you can hear what they have to say.”

She glares at him, and yet the man doesn’t even flinch. Which, again, balls.

Realizing he isn’t going to give up, she sighs, “Fine.”

“Good girl,” the man coos.

Bucky stuns at the words, while Sam lets out an ungodly squeak. Y/n however, remains absolutely calm, seeming quite used to the man’s antics.

She turns around, making her way over to the navy-blue couch that sits in the middle of the spacious room facing giant ceiling high black book shelves, and sit down on the arm rest. He and Sam walk in behind her, while the man begins making his way over to the round staircase in the corner of the room, next to the floor to ceiling length window and the kitechen.

“Please don’t pretend to forget my pants. Just 'cause I'm fond of your balls, doesn't mean I won't kick 'em,” she calls out.

“Of course, darling.” Bucky can hear the smile in his voice, as he makes his way up the stairs.

“So, what do you want?” she asks.

Sam steps forward from where he was leaning next to the shelves. He looks over at Bucky who’s standing on the opposite side of the room, leaning on the kitchen island.

When Bucky nods, Sam begins, “There’s an organization, insurgent group… They’re pissed at the government for going back to functioning the way they were before the blip. They preferred the way it was before; a world without borders. But they’re going about it all wrong, hurting people in the process that have no business being involved. They function online mostly; they’re calling themselves the—”

“Flag smashers.” Y/n finishes.

“You know?” Sam perks up.

“Yeah,” Y/n shrugs.

“Well, then help us take them down. Their leader—” Sam’s cut off again.

“—Karli Morgenthau, she’s just a kid.” She adds.

“So, you know why we have to step in. We can talk to her… explain—” Sam’s cut off again.

“No.” She replies with finality that kinda throws Bucky off.

Sam apparently feels the same, “N—No?” he asks.

She nods, “No.”

“No, we can’t stop her? Or no, you won’t help?” Sam asks.

“Yes.” She answers.

“What?” Sam balks.

She just shrugs again.

Sam exhales heavily, “This is serious shit, Y/n. We have to help, we have to step in, before this becomes something bigger. Before she does something that she can’t take back… People are getting hurt, Y/n.” His voice is higher by the end.

And she notices too, her voice matches his as she gets off the couch and steps up to him and replies, “People are always getting hurt, Sam. There’s always some more serious shit! That’s the damn job, it never ends.”

“So what, you just won’t help?” Sam asks, confounded. Bucky knows he’s shocked at the refusal. He can hear it in the strain of his voice.

“Nope,” She replies, popping the ‘p’ at the end. “Seeing as I’m retired and oh, you know? In hiding. Which, by the way, who told you where I was? And why was it Maria Hill?” She asks arms flailing.

Sam falters, only for a second. Recovering quickly, he says, “So you’ll just give up? Come on, Y/n. This… It’s our second chance…”

Y/n smiles then, an awful, painfully broken thing and Bucky doesn’t quite know why but he can hear his own heart crack. He wants to fight whoever put that expression on her face. But then she says, “That’s exactly what Steve said to Tony to drag him back into this life.” And he knows he can’t even begin to fight that battle. She continues, smile leaving her lips, eyes watering, “And you know what that got him? It got him dead.” She pauses, “And what did it get me? It got me the world’s most adorable 3-year-old niece who can’t really comprehend what that means.”

If Bucky’s heart was cracking before, it’s fucking broken now.

“I’m sorry,” She concedes. Her head falls, and though Bucky hasn’t known her very long, he doesn’t think it’s normal. Fuck it’s unsettling, seeing her this… shattered. He doesn’t know why, but it hurts. “He gave up his life for ours, f—for mine… The least I c—can do is live it.” She looks up and levels Sam with a determined stare, “I owe him that.”

Bucky can see Sam process this, can see him break for her as well. Silence falls over the room. Thick, palpable, so much so he feels like he can taste it. Bucky wishes he could say something, but he hasn’t been good with words in—well fuck, in over seventy years.

But the silence is broken.

“There you go, darling.” The man prods back with her clothes and shoes in one hand, and her watch and glasses in the other. He drops the shoes in front of her, and extends his arm.

She graciously takes the pants from him, putting them on, right there in front of all three of them and two of them look away; you guessed it, it's Bucky and Sam. But she doesn’t seem concerned as the third watches on as she says, “Look, if you need help, or resources, I’ve got contacts I can reach out to, people who could meet you on the field,” she zips up her light wash blue jeans, and takes the watch from the man’s other hand, before continuing, “But that’s the best I’ve got.” She locks the watch in place over her left hand. She reaches over for her glasses, shining golden and puts them on as well, and finally accepts the leather jacket.

She puts on the jacket in one swift motion, and Bucky has to tell himself that he does not find it hot. She fixes her hair in small swift motions and then she looks over at him, and his breath catches. If he weren’t leaning over the kitchen island, he would be a little weak in the knees, because her eyes are striking, filled with emotion he isn’t sure he can read. He’s not sure if he’s meant to.

“I’m sorry,” she says softly, still looking at him. Before he can process that, she looks back at Sam, “I really am.”

Sam remains speechless.

She then turns over to the man, who walks over to the couch she was previously on, and falls onto it dramatically. Kicking up his legs, resting them on the glass coffee table in front of him, while looking back at her. He’s wearing a painfully smug smile on his face and Bucky isn’t sure why but he hates it.

“Thank you.” She says softly.

“Anything for you.” He dismisses easily.

“I got the coffee started, if you want,” She offers.

“An angel,” He replies.

She settles herself back on the arm rest, putting on her black converse, she adds, “And I’m keeping the shirt.”

“Of course, darling,” he coos. And the softness of it… well, Bucky would even think the interaction means more than whatever it seems on the surface, but then, “Looks better on you anyway,” the man adds with a wink.

She gets to her feet, having put on her shoes. Hands rubbing down her face in frustration, “Ass kisser,” she chides.

“You’ll miss it,” he says, taking her other hand into his and dropping a small kiss on the back. Something in Bucky makes him look away.

“No, I won’t,” she reprimands.

He lets go of her hand, as she turns giving a look to Sam, indicating that their time is up. Bucky begins to follow them as well.

“Come on, darling. You’re breaking my heart. After last nights… events,” his smile more charming now, than smug, “least you could do, is pretend you’d miss me.”

She turns opens the door, letting both Bucky and Sam pass her before turning back, “Oh, I’ll miss you… just not in the way you want.” She smirks.

He matches her smirk right back, “I’ll take whatever I can get.”

She lets out a laugh, “I’ll see you next week.”

She closes the door before she can hear him respond, in a knowing tone, “No. No, you won't, darling.” But Bucky can… and man, ain’t super hearing a bitch?

She pushes the elevator button and it opens right up. She walks in and stands right in the middle.

Both Bucky and Sam look at each other at a loss for what to do. It’s awkward for a second and then—

“Come on!” She urges, “You waiting for an invite?”

Both men shuffle in, settling on either side of her.

She presses the button and the elevator begins descending.

Bucky’s mouth is using words before his brain can comprehend, “You cut your hair…”

She looks at him, and he thinks he’s going to choke.

“Needed a change,” she shrugs. Turning her gaze back to the front.

Urged on by the lack of murder in her gaze and knowing exactly how that feels, he adds, “It suits you.”

She doesn’t look back at him this time as she says, “I’d say the same about you, but you have a habit of looking devilishly handsome, most of the time.”

Bucky thinks he might be having a heart attack. Or maybe it’s just his heart trying to crawl it’s way out of his chest, finally, tired of the overuse over decades and decades.

“So… boyfriend?” Sam asks, saving Bucky. But is he really? This feels more like, what did they call it? 'Out of the pot, into the grill' or whatever kinda situation.

“Don’t have one,” She replies curtly. That makes Bucky breathe a little easier, but if he ignores it, it never happened.

“He seemed interested… so why not?” Sam asks.

“Cause it’s none of your business,” She retorts.

He lets out an exasperated breath, “I’m just trying to ask you about your life, something normal. You know, like friends do?” Sam pauses, with a tinge of anticipation he adds, “We still are friends… right?”

She exhales heavily, letting the tension fall from your shoulders, finally relaxing. “He wants to be, but I’m not interested.”

“Why not?” Again, Bucky’s mouth needs to get it’s shit together ‘cause he didn’t mean to say that. But… now that he has, he’d love to know.

She doesn’t look at either of them, instead her eyes flint up to the top of the door, staring at the number ticking by on the sign, they’re unfocused, lost. Her voice is a soft whisper when she says, “Everyone I loved is either dead or gone…” The door dings open as she pauses. And the light of the sun seeping in from the open doors seems to bring her back as she turns back at Bucky while stepping out and says, “So, abandonment issues, I guess.” Her voice sounds jovial, a sharp contrast to the whisper before.

Both men follow her out as they make their way into the parking lot.

“Y/n,” Sam tries.

She turns around but her eyes, Bucky notices, are looking around, over their shoulder, almost… casing the joint. “I can’t, Sam. I really can’t. I am so, very sorry.” She sounds desperate and very genuine.

Bucky would believe her that this is what she wants, to walk away… if she wasn’t looking over Bucky’s shoulder like someone was about to jump out.

She turns around and begins to walk away.

“We broke Zemo out,” Bucky calls out and is met with whispered yelling from Sam as to why would you tell her that? “Cause she already knew,” Bucky answers softly, with a painfully small knowing smile as he watches you turn and meet his gaze head on, “Didn’t you?” He challenges.

And her lack of response is answer enough.

“And you two bright gentlemen left him in the car? Did you even lock it, or did you leave the keys in the ignition?” She chides.

“We locked it. We’re not idiots, you know?” Sam argues.

She rolls her eyes in response. “Yes, because all smart people leave a criminal mastermind alone with a car, after breaking them out from high security prisons!”

“Will you keep your voice down, for Christ’s sake?” Sam whisper yells again, looking around for camera, and realizes there aren’t any. He looks back at her, his eyes narrow.

She shrugs, “In hiding, remember?” Is her only answer, and then, “On that note, I’ll get going.”

Before she can make a move to walk away, “All you’ll have to do is make sure I don’t lose it and kill him. That’ll be your only job. We need you to come along and keep an eye on me…” Bucky proposes. He adds, voice softer, “just… help, me.”

He watches her close her eyes. Her head falls back and the last thing he hears is a soft for fuck's sake, escape your lips and then she’s walking over to them, passing them by.

“Wait, where you going?” Sam asks, following her, Bucky in tow.

“To your damn car to see if our mastermind escaped, Sam. Where else?” She retorts.

“Wait! Our mastermind? Means you’ll help us out?” Sam asks, smile already forming on his face.

“I’ll keep an eye on grumpy over there. That’s all I’ll do,” She answers, nodding at Bucky. “And the criminal mastermind, cause you both clearly suck at it.”

“I’ll have to agree with the lovely lady,” a voice cuts in and Bucky’s gun is out and pointing at the man within the second.

Zemo however, doesn’t seem bothered by it, he just looks at Y/n and smiles.

“It’s been a while since we last met, Y/F/N,” Zemo says with a smile.

She brings her hands over Bucky’s, urging him to lower his gun. He does. “Not long enough, Helmut,” and the sheer resentment in the way she spits out his name, even Zemo falters.

She turns to Sam, significantly satisfied with her blow, back to her usual snarky self, all resentment vanishing, “No idiots here, are there?”

“Don’t be so smug about it. He’s still here, isn’t he?” Sam chides, making his way over to the SUV, opening the door an getting in. "Grumpy's the one that broke him out, why am I getting flack about it?" He grumbles almost to himself.

Zemo follows him and takes the seat behind Sam’s driver seat.

Bucky and Y/n walk over to the other side. He urges her to take the passenger seat, opening the door for her. But then she looks at him, her eyes brimming with… he wants to say a softness but he isn’t entirely sure because there is also a shit tonne of determination. She nods her head, urging him to do take the seat instead. He looks back at her but relents. Because he knows he isn’t winning this one.

So, he settles in the passenger seat and she sits behind him, next to Zemo and it should not make his skin crawl as badly as it does. She’s more than capable of beating his ass six ways to sunday, he is not even remotely worried about that. But he’d rather she didn’t have to sit next to a constant reminder of what she’s lost. But then again, he is one himself…

“So where to?” She asks.

Everyone looks over to Zemo, who just smiles, and after a pause, “Madripoor.”

“Mothefucker!” Y/n cries out.

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