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buckybarnesbingo · 3 years

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BBB Week 6 Roundup!

Little bit late, Mod Meg was on vacay over the weekend.

Title: Cute Quaterbacks Collaborator(s): Tori/samandbucky Link: AO3 Square: B4 - Sharing Clothes Rating: Teen Ship(s): Steve/Tony Major tags/warnings: AU, School, Fake Relationship, Protective!Bucky Summary: Steve and Bucky grew up as childhood best friends and are now roommates in college. Bucky dares Steve to bring a date to one of his upcoming football games after Steve suggests he could date anyone he wanted to. Enter Tony Stark. Word count: 1767

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Title: The Curse Collaborator(s): Tori/samandbucky Link: AO3 Square: K4 - Kiss Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Clint Major tags/warnings: Fluff, Established Relationship, Magic, Curses Summary: Clint gets hit during an alien attack with some dark magic, Bucky and Steve can't wake him, so they go to the only person they know who can undo the curse: Stephen Strange. Word count: 1364

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Title: A Regular Harry Houdini Collaborator(s): Bird Link: AO3 Square: K4 - Prisoners/Captives Together Rating: Teen Ship(s): Sam/Bucky Major tags/warnings: Minor Episode 5 Spoilers, Post-The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Captured, First Kiss Summary: “You know, if Steve kissed me in the middle of an escape attempt, he would bring it up after,” Sam said. “I thought we weren’t talking about Steve,” Bucky grunted, closing his eyes. “I’m going to take a nap.” “I can’t believe you’re pretending to take a nap right now.” “I’m 106, Sam. I’m allowed to fall asleep whenever I want.” Word count: 1365

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Title: K5 Card B096 Soulbond Collaborator(s): Rufferto Link: Tumblr Square: K5 - High Fantasy, Curses, Shiny Sword Steve Rating: Teen Ship(s): Stucky Major tags/warnings: Fantasy Warrior Bucky, Curses, Art, Sword Steve Summary: When Bucky went off to war Steve was cursed into a sword. Bucky managed to find him because they share a bond but he's cursed. Bucky now carries Steve into battle wherever he goes looking for a way to have Steve at his side again. This was done on Hot Press Water Color Paper with Windsor & Newton and Arteza paints. I don’t much like the scan, there’s something always lost when a watercolor image is scanned but I will try some other time to get a better photo of it. Word count: none it is art.

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Title: Benevolent Overlord Collaborator(s): IndigoNight Link: AO3 Square: K1 - Bucky Bear Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Major tags/warnings: Fluff, PTSD, Codependency, Alpine the Cat Summary: “Hi,” Bucky says, wincing a little at how hoarse and rough his voice sounds from disuse. The kitten just hisses at him again, huge green eyes narrowed into slits. “Yeah, I get it,” he agrees with a grimace and a commiserating nod. Word count: 4921

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Title: I'm James Buchanan Barnes Collaborator(s): e_hytes Link: Tumblr Square: C2 - Art Style: Black and White Rating: Gen Ship(s): No pairing/ship Major tags/warnings: #buckybarnes #wintersoldier #jamesbuchananbarnes #mcu Summary: A drawing of Bucky/Winter Soldier black and white Word count: N/A

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Title: Someone Like You Collaborator(s): Nicnac Link: AO3 Square: C4 - Prison Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky/Reader Major tags/warnings: Enemies, Uneasy Allies, Hydra Agent Reader, Negotiations Summary: Taken from their SHIELD prison cell, the reader finds themself alone with The Winter Soldier negotiating for their life. Word count: 2693

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Title: Sambucky Incorrect Quotes Collaborator(s): snowstark Link: Tumblr Square: U2 - Partner-In-Crime Rating: Teen Ship(s): Sam/Bucky Major tags/warnings: Enemies to lovers vibe, Humour Summary: “Bucky, we tried things your way already.” “No we didn’t.” “I did it in my head and it didn’t work.” Word count: N/A

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Title: darling, you’re the one i want in paper rings Collaborator(s): cyanica Link: AO3 Square: C5 - teasing Rating: Gen Ship(s): steve/bucky Major tags/warnings: first time, demisexuality, period-typical homophobia, fluff, friends to lovers Summary: "Okay, I don't know why I’ve never – you know!” Bucky said after a moment, a soft laugh spilling from his lips – something so genuine and bashful, that Steve wasn’t so sure what to make of. “You're just – you're the only one I've ever had eyes for. You're the only one I’ve ever wanted.” Or, whatever deity had constructed the fragmented pieces of their souls together, they were made of the same smithereens, and Steve was sure he had known that as a child, holding Bucky’s slightly larger hand and accepting that they were of the same love, without even knowing what such a concept was. Word count: 1630

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Title: Unexpected Alliances - Chapter 4 Collaborator(s): PoliZ Link: AO3 Square: C5 - Lending a Hand Rating: Mature Ship(s): Stucky Major tags/warnings: Fantasy AU, enemies to friends/lovers, referenced/implied torture Summary: Buckthorn’s refusal to use his fae magic to support his captor’s cause has left him battered and broken; when he is given a dangerous shifter as his cellmate, they overcome their differences to become allies and perhaps something more. Chapter 4: Upon reaching the shifters’ camp, Buckthorn meets another of Stephen’s companions who seems to have a chip on his shoulder when it comes to fae folk. Word count: 1034

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Title: A Story Told in Flesh, Chapter 3: Together In Dreams Collaborator(s): ChrissiHR Link: AO3 Square: B2 - Rocket Racoon Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky x Darcy x Steve Major tags/warnings: Big Swingin’ Dick!Steve, smut, nsfw, dream sex, sex positive Summary: Bucky and Darcy get massages and discuss Aesir medical treatments; Darcy has an erotic dream about Bucky & Steve. Word count: 1270

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Title: Written In The Scars (On My Heart) Collaborator(s): IndigoNight Link: AO3 Square: K5 - Just Do It Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Major tags/warnings: Past Rape/Non-con, In Heat (but not A/B/O) Masturbation, Sex Toys, Mildly Dubious Consent, Body Worship, Self Body Worship, Rimming, Fuck Or Die (sort of), Porn with Feelings, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Inability to Orgasm, Body Image, Reference to Past Medical Experimentation, Self-Lubrication, Touch-Starved, Touch-Averse Summary: He swallows hard, struggling with himself one last time and losing. “I need your help,” he manages to whisper, voice cracking. The air in the room immediately changes. The wound up tension drains out of Steve, his posture and voice going soft. “Sure, Buck,” he says, cautiously moving back toward him. Bucky can’t move, his arms locked tight around his knees, and he can’t lift his gaze higher than Steve’s knees either. Steve pauses when he’s still a few feet away, squatting down and angling his head in an effort to see Bucky’s face through the curtain of his hair. “Anything. What do you need?” It’s everything Bucky can do to hold still, every cell in his body vibrating with the need to throw himself into Steve’s arms. He opens his mouth, but his throat sticks and he has to swallow again before he can force the words out. Slowly, by sheer force of will, he drags his gaze up to meet Steve’s eyes. “I need you to fuck me.” Word count: 41k

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Title: Acceptance is the first part of Healing Collaborator(s): Laevateinn Link: AO3 Square: C4 - Denial Rating: Teen Ship(s): N/A Major tags/warnings: 1e3 : Power Broker, TFATWS coda, TW for : implied sexual abuse/assault, dissociation, PTSD, flashbacks, Angst, hopeful(ish) ending Summary: "You good ?" Wilson asks him, after he fought against eight men. "You okay ?" Wilson asks him, when they get to Sharon’s house. "You hurt ?" Wilson asks him, when they get out of the car. Yes, Wilson. All good. Now if the guy could shut up and carry on, that'd be great. Why would he be "not fine" anyway ? It's not as if anything that happened that day hasn't happened before. Word count: 906

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Title: The Maze Stumbler (Moodboard) Collaborator(s): Turtles Link: Tumblr Square: B3 - Labyrinth Rating: Teen Ship(s): Darcy Lewis & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Major tags/warnings: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Thor, Cocktail, Labyrinth Summary: Something, something, Thor spikes the punch at the party and they all decide to re enact the Maze Runner… or something like that. Sam and Bucky wake up in the middle of a maze, nothing but Darcy’s voice in their ear giving them directions and critiquing their methodology Word count: N/A

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Title: The Maze Stumbler (Fic) Collaborator(s): Turtles Link: AO3 Square: C1 - Stranded Rating: Teen Ship(s): Darcy Lewis & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Major tags/warnings: Thor's Asgardian Booze, a labyrinth, Dubious Timeline, Everybody Lives, Crack Summary: Don’t drink Thor’s Asgardian booze. Ever. Word count: 1657

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Title: 5 Times Steve Received Plums from Natasha or Sam and the 1 Time Steve Realized the Plums weren’t from Them Collaborator(s): Girl_Back_There Link: AO3 Square: K5 - Bucky/Steve Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Steve Major tags/warnings: 5 + 1, Bucky and his Plums, Angst and Feels, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug Summary: Steve keeps finding plums in his hotel rooms or his bag. He thinks it is Natasha or Sam trying to be a good friend by making sure he is eating and keeping up his energy in the search for Bucky. Each plum he finds reminds him of Bucky growing up in pre-WWII New York. The times they would give each other a plum as a way of saying “I’m sorry” or “I love you.” Word count: 2998

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Title: Faith and Desire and the Swing of Your Hips Collaborator(s): IndigoNight Link: AO3 Square: U2 - French Kiss Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Major tags/warnings: Crossdressing, Nonbinary Steve Rogers, Oral Sex, Body Dysphoria, Gender Exploration, Supportive Flirting Summary: “You look gorgeous, doll,” he drawls, dragging up as much of old Brooklyn as he can to infuse into the words. Steve startles, even though the doorway and Bucky in it are clearly reflected behind him in the mirror. Steve’s eyes flick to him and away again, his face going pink from the tips of his ears and spreading all the way down to his chest. He fidgets with his skirt, hands smoothing over the folds of it self consciously. “It looks a little silly,” he mutters, chewing on his already chapped lower lip. Word count: 5470

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Title: Stay Collaborator(s): Bird/plutosrose Link: AO3 Square: C3 - Free Square Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Sam/Bucky Major tags/warnings: Post-Canon, First Time Summary: “So, are you keeping the outfit?” Word count: 1919

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Title: It's Not a Miracle You Need Collaborator(s): UisceOneLove Link: AO3 Square: Y3 - At a Crossroads Rating: Teen Ship(s): James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Major tags/warnings: Post-Endgame, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending Summary: Sitting out on the dock of Tony's lakehouse while the others slept, Steve thought about where he was expected to go from here. It's a good thing Bucky's around to help him see where that can be. Word count: 1584

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ethvn-torchio · 3 years

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The Laws Of Attraction | Chapter Three - Ain’t No Sunshine

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Today was Steve and Peggy’s (hopefully) last interview with the twins. Peggy couldn’t help it; but she was, admittedly, drawn to watching Steve’s hands. They were just so...big, and veiny, and frankly, it was oddly fascinating.

They were supposed to be talking to the twins. Instead, Peggy was drawn to something that literally didn’t matter at all.

And yet, his hands were so pretty.

“Carter, you have anything to add?” Steve asks, hands moving to grip his pen.

Peggy mentally kicks hersef for not listening instead of staring at Steve Rogers’ fucking hands. “No, I think you covered that quite well,” Peggy replies smoothly, clasping her hands together on the table.

If anyone noticed, they didn’t say anything.

Peggy clears her throat, gathering her thoughts. “I do have a separate question for you two, though, if you will...”

Hearing rustling in her room, eight-year-old Wanda wakes up fearfully. She knees Pietro to wake him up too.

Someone is rifling through one of their drawers, and the sound of moving coins can be heard.

Pietro grabs the flashlight on the nightstand, shining it at the figure.

"...Mama?" Wanda asks, her voice shaky.

"Wanda, Pietro, go back to sleep. I just needed to borrow some cash." Their mother’s usually soft, dulcet voice was tremulous and wavering.

"You...you said we could save the money, Mama. You said we could keep it this time." Pietro says in disbelief. She said they could save up their money to buy another bed instead of having to share one.

Their mother sits on the edge of their shared bed. "Listen, listen. I know...I know what I said. But if I don't get this money, some very bad things will happen to you two. I need you to make sure all the doors and windows are locked. Don't go outside, and there's enough food around the house to last you two at least a week."

"Mama," Wanda cries. "Please don't leave us again. Please!"

"I have to, I have to." She whispers, giving them both a kiss and a brief hug. "You'll be okay, I promise. I know you two can be brave for me."

Pietro blinks furiously while Wanda clings on to her mother's arm. "Don't leave, please, please!" Wanda sobs.

Their mother wrenches herself from Wanda's grip, stuffing Pietro and Wanda's money in a Ziploc bag.

"W-when will you be back?" Pietro asks shakily, tears running down his face. "You said you wouldn't l-leave us again, Mama!"

Their mother runs a hand through her tangled brunette hair. "I don't know, Honey. I'll call as soon as I can, okay? I promise." She gives them a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Be good, I love you." She says as she shuts their door hurriedly.

"No!" Wanda howls, rushing out of bed, Pietro in tow. "Mama, please!" She nearly trips on the dirty hallway rug. By the time Pietro helps her up, their mother is out the door already. The twins climb up to the back of the couch, looking out the window and watching their mother get in her car.

She looks at them sympathetically before putting the car in reverse and leaving.

And just like that, she was gone.

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After work, Angie had convinced Peggy to go to a relatively new steakhouse in the area with her. Peggy wasn’t much a fan of that type of food but she was so hungry and exhausted she could probably eat an entire cow.

“I dunno, I might get the chicken burger,” Angie sighs contemplatively. “What about you, English?”

Peggy shrugs, reading through the menu for what felt like the thousandth time to find something that sounded appealing at the moment - similar to checking the refrigerator over and over to see if you missed anything appetizing. “The names of some of these are so nondescript. What even is a “Rowdy Rod” sandwich supposed to be?” Peggy asks.

Angie snorts. “It’s supposedly a classic. I’m too scared to try it, though.” She flips the page of the menu, “Ooh, they have a rib-wich.”

“You should get it. It’d be like a McRib, but actually good.” Peggy replies, taking a sip of her rum and coke.

Angie’s mouth goes agape. “You did not just call the McRib bad!” she exclaims, as if Peggy just insulted her entire family.

“I stand firmly by the idea that the McRib is overrated.” Peggy shrugs unapologetically.

“Peggy, we might have to stop being friends over this.” Angie says gravely, though the grin on her face betrays any credibility she might’ve had.

“We live together, Angie. We see each other every day.”

The two remain silent for another minute or two after that. Peggy was strongly considering getting a steak - or perhaps something else filling and heavy; she was starving.

Angie’s voice pulls Peggy out of her musings. “Hey…! Speaking of working together, guess who just walked in?”

Peggy looks up from her menu, and who does she see but Steve. Fucking. Rogers.

And oh god, now they were sharing eye contact. She prays he would pretend to not know her and hang back with his two other friends (who happened to be another fellow attorney, she believed his last name was Dugan, the other one was his associate, Bucky). Instead, he excuses himself as he starts walking toward Peggy and Angie’s table.

Let’s go to that steakhouse, Angie had said. It’ll be fun, she said.

“Hiya!” Angie says before Steve can say anything to Peggy. “You must be Steve Rogers, I’ve heard so much about you.” she says, shaking his hand with a forced enthusiasm.

“Nice to meet you, Angie. I’ve heard a bit about you, too.”

“Steve, tell me, when can I connect with your associate? I need his number for business purposes.” Little did Steve know, Angie only wanted his number for purely selfish reasons.

Steve chuckles, stuffing both of his hands in his pockets. “Feel free to go ask him. He needs to get better at keeping contacts, anyway.”

Angie quickly excuses herself, subtly winking at Peggy whilst Steve’s back is turned.

Peggy fights the urge to roll her eyes. This was going to be a very, very, long night. She takes a long swig of her rum and coke.

“Mind if I sit?”

Peggy shrugs. “Considering Angie has run off on me, feel free.”

There was something...refreshing, to see Steve not at work, in a casual setting. Admittedly, he looked more...natural, so to speak, in a business suit, but seeing him in jeans and a brown leather jacket was certainly not unwelcome, either.

“You ever been here before?” “What?”

“This restaurant. Have you ever eaten here?” he clarifies.

Peggy shakes her head. “No. I have no idea what to get,” she laughs lightly. “Angie said this place had really good reviews on Google, and frankly, I was tired of takeout.”

Steve nods. “Same here. It’s takeout all the time at my place. It gets real old real fast.”

Peggy doesn’t have much else to say. She merely lets herself take in this entire situation, absentmindedly mouthing the lyrics to the music playing.

Signed with a home tattoo

"Happy birthday to you" was created for you

“You like Duran Duran?” Steve asks, right as she notices he’s tapping his foot. So, he likes one of Peggy’s favorite bands - how interesting.

“Don’t insult me, Rogers. Of course I like Duran Duran.”

Might take a little crime to come undone

Now we'll try to stay blind to the hope and fear outside

“Fair enough,” Steve replies. “Do you think your friend will be coming back?”

“With as long as she’s taking? She’ll probably be eating with them,” Peggy jokes.

Steve laughs at that. “Well, I was just asking because, hey, opportunity arises. I think it’d be good for us to get to know each other outside of work.”

Peggy leans forward, gazing at him intently. Her elbows are on the table now, but she doesn’t quite care. “If that’s the case, why didn’t you ask me beforehand?” she asks with a quirk of her eyebrow.

Words, playing me deja vu

Like a radio tune, I swear I've heard before

“Didn’t think you’d say yeah,” Steve replies, and there’s almost something akin to a challenge in there.

“Oh, really?” she asks.

Lost, in a snow filled sky

We'll make it alright to come undone

“Well, would you say no?” Steve asks.

Peggy purses her lips. He was entirely correct in this situation - she probably would have found an excuse to not be around him post- work hours.

However, Peggy would rather die than letting Steve know he was correct. “I guess you’ll never know, will you?” She replies playfully, taking another sip of her drink.

“Well, you know how I’ll figure it out?” He asks, leaning in closer.

“Pray tell.” Peggy responds. This ought to be good.

“Let’s go to lunch tomorrow. My treat.” He says.

Steve Rogers, One. Peggy Carter, Zero. Peggy had to admit that was fairly smooth. “I’d be an idiot to turn down a free lunch, Rogers. You should know I expect lobster, though,” Peggy half-jokes (she definitely wouldn’t be opposed to having lobster).

Steve laughs at that. “Fine, fine, Carter. I suppose I won’t get away with taking you to Sbarro or something. How does City Vineyard sound?”

“I’m not opposed,” Peggy replies. “Meet you there at one?”

Steve smiles. “See you there, Carter.” She was honestly surprised he didn’t say It’s a date.

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thanks to @notanotherpeggycarterblog for beta-ing!

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chris-evans-indian-fanfic · 4 years

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Lifetimes

Chapter 1

Description- Chris wakes you up at night to escape, or so you think.

This one-shot is for the second weekly challenge set by @donutloverxo and her friends! For this week, the fic is inspired by the prompt - “Let’s get out of here.” Check out the list of prompts here

Warning - Horror, mutilation, Dark!Steve

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You saw Chris' message flash across the screen- Still at the party. Will be late. Go to sleep baby. I will join you later 😉

Keeping the phone on the bedside table, you sighed. You were hoping to cuddle Chris as you slept, especially since the last few nights had been strange… to say the least.

Chris was the last person on earth to believe in paranormal activity, but you were sure something weird was going on in the house. It started with you spotting fleeting shadows across the rooms which made you feel uneasy. Then, lately, you had started feeling as if someone was dragging you away from Chris as you both slept together. One night, you swore you felt a hand creep up on your waist, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. At first, you had frozen with fear, but then, you had screamed and flailed your limbs, waking up Chris. Even though he had managed to calm you down, he had dismissed your concerns, simply stating, "It was a nightmare baby."

As you settled in for the night, you sent a silent prayer to the lord above to keep you safe till Chris' return. Closing your eyes, you hoped for sleep to come early.

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"Honey," you heard the slightest whisper of your despised nickname, "wake up. We gotta go." You groan in response, your head still filled with sleep. "C'mon wake up. Let's go," urged your boyfriend's voice.

"Chris can't this wait?" you grumbled, irritated. "No honey it can't," he whispered back. "Stop calling me that. You know I hate that nickname," you huffed waking up. Rubbing your eyes, you tried to find your mobile in the dim light of the room. As you reached for the light switch, Chris' pale, cold hand held yours, "We don't need the light."

"But I need my phone, and to find it I..." "You don't need your mobile," Chris interrupted you, "Let's get out of here," he whispered, his tone urgent.

"What's going on Chris? You sound upset," voicing your concern, you stood up, raising your hands as if to hug him. He jerked backwards, then headed for the door, "You were right. There's something unusual going on here. We have to escape. Now."

You noted the urgency in his voice as a dull, heavy weight settled in your stomach. Unwilling to further question him, you donned your jacket and followed him.

Chris was already in the garage as you tried to keep up with him. Before you left the house, you heard the soft buzzing of your mobile from somewhere nearby. That's strange, you had kept your phone on the bedside table before going to sleep. Shuffling a few cushions around, you saw your mobile hidden deep in the crack between the sofa cushions.

honk honk "C'MON! LET'S GO!" You jumped at Chris's loud exclamation. "But my phone…" you tried to tell him weakly. "FUCK YOUR GODDAMN PHONE. LET'S JUST FUCKING GET OUT OF HERE!"

Your entire body started shaking uncontrollably. You had seen Chris in bad moods, but none as hysterical as now. Luckily, your fingers pried the device free just in time as you heard his car door shut with a slam.

Hiding the mobile in your pyjama pocket, you half ran, half stumbled towards the garage in the darkness. You could make out Chris' fuming outline next to the car as you tried to find the door he held open for you. Strangely enough, he wanted you to sit behind the driver's seat, instead of besides him as usual. But again, you chose not to question him.

The car's engine came to life as he started driving. After a while, you gathered enough courage to ask him, "Wh-what happened Chris?" He didn't reply, instead, he increased the speed of the car to almost 100/kmph.

You tried again, "Chris pl-please, tell me wh-what's going o-on? I-I am sc-scared... Pl-please." Still no reaction. Sobbing, you kept your hand on his shoulder, seeking comfort. With a soft gasp, you withdrew your hand as soon as it had touched him. Chris' shoulder was ice-cold. "Ch-chris?" "Shut-up and keep your head down," came the harsh command.

A warning bell rang at the back of your mind. Chris' voice sounded… different. It was strained, cracked, almost as if he was faking it. But this was your Chris, right? He seemed familiar. As you tried to see his reflection, his voice boomed in the car again, "I TOLD YOU TO KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN!!" You jumped on your seat, your heart beating in your throat as you followed his instruction, praying for this nightmare to end soon.

Long, agonising moments later, the car finally came to a stop. "Do you see the edge of that cliff? Go there and wait for me." You nodded and stepped out of the car. Before you could turn to take a look at him, Chris had already sped up ahead.

You pulled your jacket closer as you stepped towards the edge, the chilly midnight air nipping at your skin. You looked down, seeing nothing but the smooth stone of the cliff disappearing right beneath you. Glancing around the isolated mountain road, you hoped to catch a glimpse of Chris. Soon, you saw headlights facing the edge of the road. Clouds cleared in the sky and light from the full moon bounced off the asphalt road as you watched on. You could make out the faint outline of the car as it neared the edge, coming too close. Before you could utter a word, the car went over the threshold and down the cliff. The sound of crashing metal deafening in your ears.

You placed a hand on your mouth, swallowing your scream, too afraid to make a sound in the still night.

The buzzing phone in your pocket demanded your attention. Maybe you could call for help? With trembling hands, you fished the device from your pocket, and saw Chris' face on the screen. Accepting the video call, your heart sank as you saw Chris, still at the party. "I am so so sorry babe! The party is still going on. I promise you I will come… Where are you babe? Why aren't you at home?" your boyfriend stared at you in confusion. "Ch-chris, he-help m-me," you stammered.

His eyes widened at your terrified state, "Baby where are you? Tell me. I will come and pick you up right now. Baby? Talk to me."

"He-help," you could only manage between sobs. Even though your mind willed you to move, to speak, you were frozen on the spot. You knew it was too late.

"Honey?" That same cracked voice spoke, he spoke.

"Who's that behind you? Baby talk to me. Who's tha… Holy fuck! Run y/n!! Y/N! Are you listening to me? RUN!"

He grabbed your phone and crushed it in his palm. Chris' last words hung in the air as you finally looked at your kidnapper.

His electric-blue eyes were wide with lunacy as the corner of his lips turned upwards in a sneer. The dirty blonde hair and muscular physique just added to his terrifying persona. But it was the gruesome, deep scar that ran across his sunken left cheek, that made your blood curdle with fear.

Instinctively, you tried to take a step back, almost losing your balance at the edge of the cliff.

"Wh-who a-are…?" you tried to ask, but your trembling body failed you.

"Who am I? What am I doing here? What do I want? That's what you want to know right?" he asked in a mocking tone, shifting his weight from one leg to another, "WHO AM I? WHAT AM I DOING HERE? WHAT DO I WANT?!"

You flinched as he suddenly raised his voice.

"Ooooooo you think I am unstable now don't you?!" his sing-song voice was back, "Eh? DON'T YOU?!!!"

Tears spilled on your cheeks. You didn't want to die, not right now, not like this.

"Aawww don't cry. Don't cry. Honey shouldn't cry. We love honey don't we? Don't cry. I SAID DON'T CRY!!"

A squeak escaped your lips at the sudden change in his tone.

"Centuries! It's been centuries now! Everytime I get the same reaction. Every. Fucking. Time! Do I deserve it? No! Never did. Look at this," he pointed towards the scar on his cheek, "You gave this to me in 1933. Same thing then. Didn't love me. Wanted me to leave. Honey forgets me every time. Every time," he said slowly, looking down, shaking his head.

1933? You weren't even born then. Bringing your jacket closer, you tried to control your sobs and reason with him. "I-I can g-get he-help for y-you. Pl-please mis-mister just let m-me g-go. I pr-promise I..."

"YOU PROMISE?!" his voice boomed, "You promised me immortality, and look where it got me!"

Bringing his fingers together, he slouched his shoulders and tried to imitate in a girlish voice, "Your Highness Steve, please trust me. Drink this elixir and you will become immortal forever. Think of all the kingdoms you can rule. You will be the sole emperor of the world! Noting will kill you! I promise."

Regaining his posture, he screamed at her, "I LOST EVERYTHING! MY KINGDOM, MY WEALTH, MY PEOPLE!! EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. THING! AND YOU," he held her by her throat, "You, my honey, had the privilege to die in every single lifetime."

You tried to feebly fight him as he tightened his grip on your throat and lifted you off the ground, "So now tell me, my Queen, my honey, can you make me mortal?"

Your eyes widened in response. "No? Hhmmm. I guessed as much," he tossed you aside as if suddenly uninterested, "Then it's time to join your ranks."

You tried to scurry away, but the sight in front of you stopped you dead in your tracks. You saw hands reaching above, from the other side of the cliff. Multiple sets of hands came into view as they gripped the edge of the cliff, with women hauling themselves onto the ground. These women were neither dead, nor alive, but all of them sported horrible injuries on their bodies. Some had their heads bashed in, others had their limbs cut off, a few were stabbed or shot, but all of them looked at you with fierce intensity. As they stumbled to form a circle around you and Steve, you realised that these women looked a lot like you, only they wore clothes from different eras in time.

You felt numb, there was no way you would escape this.

Looking at Steve, you tried to plead with him one last time, "I am so-sorry. Pl-please forgive me."

He laughed humorlessly, "You always end up apologising."

Crouching besides you, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears, the action sending a chill up your spine. "I like your face in this lifetime, maybe I will keep it for myself… hhmmm… Must keep Honey's face for myself. All for us. Only for me…" He kept muttering to himself as he unsheathed his knife.

To your horror, he cut a deep cut right before your ears and started peeling your skin with his knife.

The full moon stood witness to your pain as you finally breathed your last, and joined the ranks.

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Chapter 2

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sherrybaby14 · 4 years

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Blue Spiders - Chapter 2

Summary: Fear pushes your relationship along.

Warnings: Light horror, background alcohol, (I have not warned for everything possible, please read at your own risk)

Words: 2k

Pairing: Therapist! Steve Rogers x female reader

Part One

She lived in an apartment. That was problematic. Houses were much easier to break in to undetected. At least it wasn’t in a great neighborhood and the locks on her doors were pathetic. All he needed was a credit card to break them. He accomplished that task this morning.

Steve in no way wanted her death tied to him or the New England Butcher. The kill would be a quick one. Gunshot, he hoped for a mugging gone bad, but it appeared she never left her place after dark.

Ten days he had been watching her, observing, waiting for the moment to strike. But she was always home before sundown, never to retreat again. He wouldn’t risk a daytime public murder. Too many loose ends.

It looked like the next option would be breaking and entering. Doable, but not ideal. Look like a robbery. Bullet to the head and the world would have one less awful person in it.

Under normal circumstances Steve felt nothing when preparing for a kill. Sometimes a mild rush of glee during the act and then a bit of euphoria after, especially if it was a victim he intended Agent Barnes to tie to the New England Butcher.

But this felt different. Personal. The few times he spotted her during the day he felt betrayed. How could she lie to him about her identity to get a profile for some dumb blog? And why did he feel a connection.

His watch beeped and he checked the time. Three thirty in the morning. She would be fast asleep. It would be over soon. Then the euphoria would come just as it had with the others. He was certain of it.

The sound of his car door slamming echoed across the empty street as he began his walk in the shadows, four blocks away from his destination.

You didn’t believe in a sixth sense, or you didn’t want to, but something was off. Wrong. You were being followed. Could it be him?

You finally felt somewhat safe here. Comfortable enough you followed your passion and started to make a name for yourself. Sure Miranda’s Museum of the Macabre wasn’t a big deal yet, but you were growing a following and you loved that type of reporting.

The last few days you were cursing yourself for even starting the thing. Today when you got home and saw the locks weren’t working your paranoia vanished.

Whoever broke them was subtle about it. If you hadn’t been paranoid you wouldn’t have noticed, thought that the chain was shut tight when a light tap would drop it. The deadbolt hole was splintered and pressed back into place. Anyone with a driver’s license and a shoulder would be able to break the thing down.

The right thing would have been to run, or call the police. Neither option was intriguing. So you sat next to the thing, waiting in the darkness. Every time footsteps sounded outside the hall you steadied the shotgun, blinking away the tears that you might have to blow someone’s head off.

Maybe you were going crazy. The locks had always been broken and you only noticed now? Maybe nobody was following you. Just the ghosts of your past.

Then, at almost four in the morning after standing guard for eight hours footsteps stopped in front of your door.

Your adrenaline flared. You cocked the gun right as your knob started to turn. It froze. Fuck! They heard the noise.

The handle fell back in place. They were leaving. All the shaking you were feeling came flooding back.

You needed to open the door. Find out who they were, what they wanted. But instead you collapsed, hugging the shotgun as the footsteps retreated. Would you ever be safe?

Loss of sleep was an understatement. Tonight you would get a hotel room. Then decide if you wanted to call the cops, fix the door, or flee. Life was exhausting enough and it felt like you’d only just started living.

The door to the office opened and you rose to your feet, pinning on your best smile as Dr. Rogers walked a patient out.

His face looked cold, but his blue eyes widened with surprise.

“Hi.” You gave a nervous wave. “I have something for you.”

His patient waved goodbye as you stepped forward, article in hand.

“What is this?” He grabbed the pages.

“The article. I said I would send over a copy, but I thought with the way things ended I should drop one off in person.” You fidgeted, thinking about your run in with Barnes the last time. “As promised, a glowing puff piece. It will be in the weekend edition.”

You watched as his eyes’ scanned the pages. His brow furrowed in confusion.

“Is something wrong?” You rocked on your feet, hoping to see what line he was at. “I taped the interview, but if I messed up a fact or misspoke there is time to correct before it goes to print.”

“So the article was real?” The Doctor looked up at you with wide eyes. “It wasn’t a ruse for your blog?”

“Ah.” You bit your lip as you looked away. “I am sure Agent Barnes gave you an earful. Yes the story was real. I write human interest pieces, Miranda’s Museum doesn’t really pay the bills.”

“So this is your real name?” Steve squinted. “Rachelle Miller?”

“No.” You blinked. “I write under multiple pen names.”

“So what is your real name?” Steve folded his arms.

“Friends call me Vee.” You shrugged.

“That’s not what I asked.” His eyes locked on to yours.

You hadn’t spoken your real name in years. Legally it was changed, and with all the pseudonyms you used you hadn’t spoken it outloud in years.

“Well, um, I will get out of your hair. I am sure you have a busy day. E-mail me if there are problems with the article.” Your blood ran hot and you regretted coming here.

“No.” His hand reached out and grabbed your arm.

You glanced at his fingers and then turned to see his intensite eyes bearing into your own. His fingers slipped away.

“I mean with all do respect, but you look a little rough.” He nodded to his office. “Come in and have a drink. I owe you an apology.”

“Me?” You blinked and shook your head. “Did Bucky tell you I am just a gossip columnist and was lying to you? Using you for Miranda’s nefarious purposes?”

“Doctor-patient confidentiality.” He made a playful shrug.

“Yeah. I bet he left out the part where he asked me out nonstop for over a year until I was forced to write something nasty about him on my blog.” You thought about the person at your door last night, could it have been Bucky? He didn’t seem the most stable. “I may have crossed a line, but what I wrote wasn’t wrong and he, well I think anyone who has met the man isn’t afraid to use the word obsessive to describe him.”

“I cannot confirm, deny, or discuss Agent Barnes.” Doctor Rogers walked over to a small liquor cabinet. “What would you like?”

“Bourbon? Scotch?” You took a seat. “I’ll settle for anything brown with a nice burn.”

“Multiple pen names?” The doctor came back over and handed you a drink. “How many?”

“Three I use on the regular. I do a lot of freelance writing and they each have their own specialty. Then several one offs. I have used them one or two times and let them die.” You took a sip and let the liquid hit your tongue, wanting to swirl it around your mouth and wishing it would numb your mind in the same way.

“Care to share why?” He sat down and crossed his legs. “That seems like a lot of compartmentalism.”

“Not a patient.” You laughed as you leaned back.

“Let me guess, they are all as generic as Miranda Balfour, Rachelle Miller?” Dr. Rogers leaned back in his chair. “You want a legitimate digital footprint, but not one that can be traced back to you. Why?”

“You sound like Bucky.” You tilted your glass toward him. “Only he has decided Miranda must be my real name. I would not try to do a deep dive on me Doctor. I am not interested in opening up.”

“I am not your Doctor. Please, call me Steve.” His eyes scanned you up and down. “You look very tired. Late night? I hope it wasn’t on my behalf.”

“It was and it wasn’t. In that order.” You let out a sigh. “Since you’re not my doctor Steve, and you can’t think I’m crazy since there is no medical relationship. I think someone, no, I know someone tried to break into my apartment early this morning.”

“Did you call the police?” A look of horror crossed his face as he leaned forward. “You should not wait on that.”

“I am not a fan of cops and they are not my fan either.” You gritted your teeth before taking another sip. “I cocked my gun too early. Someone had been following me, all week. I felt it in my bones. And then I noticed my locks had been messed with. So I waited and I felt so paranoid, but then the clock hits 3:44 and the handle jiggles. I should have let the door open, blown their brains out without asking a single question. But they heard the noise. Ran off before I had the chance.”

“There is a lot to unpack there.” Steve reached out and touched your knee. “Are you safe?”

“No.” You smiled at him. “Never. I’m going to get a hotel room tonight. Figure things out from there. Get some sleep, a clear head.”

“If you think someone is targeting you, you shouldn’t stay alone.” His hand dragged away. “Friends or family you can stay with?”

“What was the line you used? My work doesn’t leave much time for personal relationships. I’m either writing a freelance story of working on the Miranda project. Hoping someday it takes off and I can do that full time.”

“I apologize for being so forward, but I can be your friend, or else your colleague in the work horse force.” Steve set his glass down. “And I have plenty of extra bedrooms.”

You didn’t mean to display the cringe, and tried to bury it down, but there was a pain on his face.

“That is a very kind offer.” You slammed the rest of your drink. “But you are not my doctor, or my friend, you’re a stranger right now and I wouldn’t feel comfortable imposing.”

“I understand.” Steve grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled as you stood up. “I would like to take you to dinner, are you free Friday?”

“Now you’re really going to think I’m crazy, but with the strange feeling I was being followed and the incident last night, I have been scared to leave my apartment after dark.” The liquor had relaxed your tongue too much. “Well, now hotel.”

“I will pick you up at your door, we can go to my place and I’ll cook for you, and then I will drive you home.” There was something in his voice, this was the first time he had made this request in some time. “You will be safe the entire time.”

“Alright.” You couldn’t explain it, but there was a feeling in your heart, like it was drawn to his. Not mental, like a strange string was pulling you tigher. “I am staying at the budget in on Wilcox.”

He opened his mouth, but shut it right away and nodded. You started to walk to the door and he followed. Being in his office was the most relaxed you’d been in some time.

“Friday then.” He slipped you a piece of paper, you opened it up to see a phone number.

“I can’t remember the last time someone didn’t just text me their number.” You smiled eat him. “You are old fashioned in all the right ways.”

“Feel free to put that in your phone and use it.” Steve looked serious. “Any time, day or night. I don’t approve of your distrust of law enforcement or wanting assistance, but I respect it. Never hesitate to call if you need anything.”

“Thank you.” You looked at the ground, not wanting to face those blue eyes again, scared if you did you would end up being a roommate at the man's house. “And thank you for believing me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” He was taken aback.

“Sometimes I’m not even sure I believe myself.” You blinked away tears and squared your shoulders looking him in the eyes. “Anyone else would have told me it was late, I was tired, I almost killed a delivery man.”

“I look forward to continuing this conversation on Friday.” Steve gave a boyish grin. “Or sooner, if you need anything at all.”

“Friday then.” You folded up the piece of paper and put it in your back pocket.

It was odd to find something to look forward to and for a moment you wished you were crazy and not thinking about fleeing and starting over yet again.

A/N: Thanks for reading! This is turning into a bit of a slow burn, but I think the next chapter will heat up!

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fantasticfemmefatale · 3 years

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dolly’s- chapter two

BUCKY BARNES X READER

SUMMARY: you and bucky make up woohoo

WARNINGS: reference to the reader’s abuse (not that bad tho) there might be like one bad word idk

The next morning was rough. You were at Dolly’s at 6 am, scrubbing the scratched coffee pot as if you were attempting to scrub everything about the day before from your memory. You could still hear Colonel Phillips’ gruff voice in your memory, see your father’s journal in his hand, feel the fear that replaced the rage you’d been harboring when he explained his knowledge of your “abilities,” as he delicately put it. He’d lectured you like you were a toddler, describing how you could be key to winning the war, how you could help some guy named Erskine finish some serum of some sort if you’d let him experiment on you. Your blood ran cold at that, as memories came rushing back full of bloodied syringes containing odd-colored, swirling substances, hard, unforgiving treadmills, and your father’s harsh face glaring down at you, voice full of malice as he spat, “You were meant to be the perfect human! Not some housewife!”

Phillips noticed the change in your demeanor and stopped speaking. It would be hard not to notice, not when you were staring past him, eyes wide and empty, skin pale and ghostly. Your eyes snapped back to focus on him shortly, and you paused for a second before asking, “How’d my father die?”

Phillips froze at that. It wasn’t the question itself that gave him pause, it was the way you asked it. There was no emotion in your voice or gaze when you asked, just cold resolve. A need to know, simply for the sake of knowing.

“Kidnapped and tortured by Hydra, Hitler’s science division. When he refused to disclose your location, they shot him.”

You nodded. Some part of you deep inside that you’d tried to kill long ago wanted to feel bad, wanted to say he died for your sake, and yet you keep on hating him. What kind of daughter does that make you? But one act of kindness couldn’t even begin to heal the scars he’d dug into your skin, literally and metaphorically.

You told Phillips to give you a time and place, and you’d be there.

Bucky breezed into Dolly’s just past 7, like always, with Steve not far behind. You handed Steve the coffee you’d brewed for him, a steaming red mug with two spoonfuls of sugar and three spoonfuls of milk, the way he liked it. Crossing your arms and leaning them over the white ceramic countertop to look at Bucky, you asked, “Whaddya want, Barnes?” Your lips were pulled into a small frown, and one eyebrow was cocked as you gave him a challenging glare.

“Not even a hello, doll?” the subject of your anger challenged, smiling brightly as he leaned towards you. You sighed and straightened, turning around to grab a rag and clean the same mug you’d cleaned twelve times already, just to look busy.

“You couldn’t even spare me a call last night, plus you stood up me and Steve! So I apologize if I’m not in the best mood, James!” You yelled. “Which girl did you blow us off for this time? Carlotta? Rita? Delores?”

Bucky looked genuinely sad, and you almost felt bad for what you’d said. “I swear I didn’t mean to this time, Becca was sick and I stayed home to take care of her. And I was gonna call, but she needed her rest, and I didn’t want to risk waking her up.”

Oh god.

“Sorry,” you muttered.

Bucky merely shrugged, and told you what he wanted to drink. As you made it, you could hear the jingle of the bell atop the door, signaling Steve’s exit as he murmured a soft, “See ya later, Y/N.” You slid Bucky’s mug across the counter and he grabbed it, staring down it for a second.

“What’s a guy gotta do to take you out, doll?”

Bucky’s words froze you, like ice, crawling up your body until you couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

But the anger, the flames that were still burning inside you melted the ice away as you replied, “Maybe start with not standing me up.”

He chuckled, but then met your eyes as he said, “I’m serious, doll. I wanna take you out on a date, just you and me.”

You shook your head, muttering, “No you don’t. You want a girl that you can go on one date with and then forget about, Barnes. And I’ve got no intentions of letting any guy do that to me.”

Bucky scoffed at that. “Doll, I-”

“Stop it,” you barked sharply.

“What?”

“Don’t call me doll like there’s really something between us, Buck, not when you’re running around with every girl in Brooklyn! You know, I waited for years for the right moment to tell you I liked you, but it never came! You wanna know why? Because you-” you pointed a finger to his chest accusingly “ -couldn’t care less about a girl’s feelings! You just act like they never existed, like you never cared.” You angrily swiped an arm across your nose, and sniffed, trying to hold onto what little composure you had left. “And I would’ve rather stayed friends instead of risking it all for one date, but lately it’s like you don't even want to be friends with me.”

Bucky let you yell at him, and took it. He didn’t try to defend himself, or tell you how whatever you were feeling was your own fault, something you’d always admired him for doing. Really, why couldn’t every guy have that same amount of respect when a girl spoke? The conflicting feelings you felt towards Bucky confused you. Your heart was tearing itself in two, both wanting to run to Bucky, hug him, and agree to go out with him and wanting to ignore him for the rest of your lives.

Eventually Bucky spoke. “I’m sorry.”

You looked up, preparing to yell at him more when he held his hand up to stop you. “You had your turn, now it’s mine.”

You pursed your lips, and he continued. “You’re right about those other girls. If I’m honest, I never liked any of them. Really, I just hoped one of them would be good enough that I could get over you, but none of them were. And believe me, I’m sorry I stopped hanging out with you and Steve. Seeing you just hurt, knowing you’d never like me back. I just wasn't used to feeling this way around a girl.”

You met his eyes and tilted your head to the right slightly in a silent question, but then the meaning behind his words dawned on you. After all, he was James Barnes. Practically every girl in New York threw themselves at his feet. He’d never had to deal with rejection. Before you could stop it, a laugh bubbled up from your throat, and Bucky’s head that was hanging dejectedly shot up. “What?”

“It’s just funny,” you choked out in between laughs. “You’ve never been rejected by a girl, have you?”

Bucky glared playfully, but his stern gaze was offset by the bright, lopsided grin gracing his face. “C’mon, doll, don’t be the first.”

“Fine,” you said, feigning residual anger. “One date.”

Bucky leaned over to kiss your cheek, then practically bolted out the diner, grinning like a maniac. “I’ll be at your apartment at 6 tomorrow!” He called over his shoulder as the door slammed shut.

You smiled, pressing a hand lightly to where you could still feel Bucky’s lips. It was the first time you’d been kissed by a boy, if you were honest. Most men wanted a perfect housewife who’d cook, clean, and look after the children, but you wanted more than that from life. You wanted a partner who saw you as an equal, someone who’d share your dreams of adventure and glory. You wanted to be free, free from a world where you were seen as second-rate simply because you were a girl, free from the scars of your father’s experimentation, and free from the SSR, who currently wanted to do just what your father had done to you.

Sacrifices were necessary, and helping Dr. Erskine with his Super Soldier serum could be your only way of moving up in the world. If it got you out of a dead-end job running a diner, you were willing to endure whatever was thrown at you. Hopefully, Erskine would be a bit nicer than your late father was.

The black phone mounted on the back wall of the diner rang, and you ran to it in less than a second, simply a blur and rush of wind to anyone unlucky enough to spot you. Wrapping a hand around it, you took a deep breath, screwing your eyes shut, and praying it wasn’t Colonel Phillips again.

It was.

The second you lifted the phone to your ear, his loud voice resounded through the speaker, informing you that Erskine would be working with the SSR in a base in New Jersey, and that they’d need you there in a week.

You felt the beginnings of a stress headache pull at your head as you hung up, letting your head hit the cool wall and stay there, until the clock by the door chimed brightly, cheerfully informing you that it was opening time. God, it was only 7:30?

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The rest of the day went without a hitch, until an angry woman demanded that you switch her seat with two patrons that were regulars at your diner. When you refused to move her seat, she left in a huff, dragging her two whining children behind her.

“Sorry, Bonnie,” you said, turning to the pair that had just been yelled at. “You too, Ralph. Anything I can do for you?”

“How about dancing with us tonight?” Bonnie questioned. Her eyes shone with mischief as she spoke. Bonnie was one of those girls who could make a story about what she ate for breakfast sound like an odyssey, and make the room shake when she spoke. You couldn’t help but love her.

“You know I’m busy, Bonnie.”

Ralph murmured something, but Bonnie spoke over him, saying, “Busy with Bucky? I saw him and Steve today, and all Bucky would talk about was you! Did ya finally tell him how you feel?”

“More or less,” you muttered, as the remaining girls in the diner turned to stare at you, no doubt wondering why Bucky wanted you, but you paid them no attention. You had nothing to prove to those sycophants.

Bonnie stood up and scooped you up in a hug that gave you a mouthful of her dark curls, before whispering in your ear, “I’ve got somewhere to be with my man, so I can’t stay.” She smiled devilishly, before grabbing Ralph’s wrist and pulling him off to who-knows-where.

You glanced towards the beat-up clock, and seeing that there were only two more people eating, you decided to let yourself close up early, to give yourself time to think. Bonnie always seemed to make her way into your mind at times like these. Even when the world tried to hold her back because of her gender, she loved herself with a fierce passion you could only hope to achieve someday. It was infectious, really, the way she carried herself, and the laughter that always seemed to precede her wherever she went. You tried your best to be like her, but you’d always been a bit more solemn than her, and more of a dreamer at the same time. She was content with the way her life was, refusing to let herself make expectations for the future that might not be achieved. Although you didn’t understand her, you loved her all the same.

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The next day was Saturday, so you didn’t have to work. Instead, you spent the morning in your apartment with Bonnie, dancing like idiots to Bing Crosby on the radio and trying to pick an outfit for your date with Bucky. Eventually Ralph came knocking on your door, wondering where Bonnie was. Bonnie tried to stifle a laugh as Ralph grumbled, “She didn’t even tell me she was leaving to go someplace!”

“Well, at least I know he misses me when I’m gone,” Bonnie giggled as she left, but not before telling you exactly which outfit to wear to get Bucky’s attention.

When Bucky showed up at your apartment, just a few minutes early, you were wearing a cherry-red dress with a skirt that stopped just above your knees, with white socks and black shoes, and lipstick that matched your dress. Bucky wore brown pants, with a white button-down tucked in, and the sleeves rolled up just past his elbows. His hair was slicked back in that way you always made fun of him for, but secretly adored. The cherry on top, however, was the bouquet of your favorite flowers he held out to you. You were unable to move, utterly captivated by the man in front of you. Everything about him was perfect. The comfortable silence lingered until he said, “Are you gonna keep me waiting, doll?”

“With that attitude, Barnes, I just might,” you replied with a smirk. You took the flowers from him with one hand, and the other grabbed his arm to pull him inside while you gently placed the flowers in a small vase you had on the table, throwing away the sunflowers that had previously resided there.

“What’d they ever do to you?” Bucky asked, smiling. Both of you had dopey, lovesick grins on your faces that felt like they’d never fade.

“They took the spot that was obviously for whenever you decided to bring me flowers,” you responded with a sly glance his way.

~~~

An hour later, you two were running around the fair like madmen, stopping every few minutes so you could buy more and more sugary treats. By now, you were trying to hold cotton candy, ice cream, a slice of apple pie, and a hot dog all at once.

“Need help, doll?” Bucky asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“No!” you exclaimed between heaving breaths as you tried to run while keeping your food from falling.

He shrugged, feigning indifference, but you could clearly tell that he was getting a kick out of watching you struggle.

A few minutes later, you conceded. “Bucky! Stop being a waste of space and help me with this!”

He scoffed, but you knew he’d help you no matter what you said. Bucky was loyal to a fault.

The rest of the night felt like a montage of happy moments from a sappy movie you’d go see with Steve or Bonnie, but you weren’t complaining. You were dashing around on a sugar high, dragging Bucky with you everywhere you went. He almost told you to slow down at one point, but couldn’t bring himself to when he saw how happy you looked.

He hadn’t seen you smile so much in years.

You felt like a schoolgirl on the playground, running around from stall to stall, then to the ferris wheel. The second you two were in the air, Bucky’s blood ran cold when he realized how bad of an idea taking you on it was.

You were practically vibrating in your seat because of how much sugar you had. Or maybe you were vibrating. He’d never seen you do it before, but he figured if you just moved back and forth fast enough, you could probably do it.

Eventually, you stopped, then yawned, and he knew what was coming next. Before he could even offer his jacket to you, you’d gotten up from your seat, moved to his, snuggled up underneath his arm, and fallen asleep.

Do you ever slow down? He found himself wondering.

When the ride came to a close, he picked you up bridal style and carried you back to your apartment, gently shaking you to wake you up when you arrived. Groggily, you swatted his hand away.

“Y/N? Doll, can you get your key for me?” Mumbling under your breath, you pulled your apartment key out of your skirt pocket and handed it to him. You turned your head, ready to fall asleep against his chest, when he set you down to unlock the door. You wanted to be mad, but just didn’t have the energy.

He gently took your hand and led you inside, turning the lights on as he did. Then he stopped, seemingly unsure of what to do now.

You hesitated, switching your weight from one foot to another.

Eventually, you worked up the guts to ask, “Do you want to stay the night?”

Bucky paused, then nodded, taking his jacket off and setting it on the counter. He’d stayed the night at your apartment before, but it was always as friends, and Steve was usually there too.

“I’m tired,” you muttered.

Bucky laughed, and responded, “I can tell, doll.”

You tried to ignore the feeling that blossomed in your chest when he called you doll, then realized that you didn’t have to anymore. You debated telling him what you thought of the nickname, then realized he probably knew. Bucky knew you better than you knew yourself.

You gasped, and your eyes grew as wide as saucers as you realized that you hadn’t told him about Colonel Phillips.

“What?” Bucky asked. “Do I look that bad?”

You shook your head, and then said, “I have something to tell you.”

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damn-stark · 4 years

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Crossed Stars Ch.9

Star Wars x Marvel

A/N- y’all we are almost done with this series! I can’t believe that! I love how this chapter turned out! I hope though guys like it too. So do let me know what you guys thought!!

Warning- ANGST, swearing, LONG chapter

Pairing- Poe Dameron x reader, Steve Rogers x reader

Takes place- DURING ENDGAME

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“Thanos found the soul stone on Vormir.”

At the sound of the planets familiar name you quickly look up to the screen and then turn to meet Poe’s gaze, who’s was already on you, both sharing a knowing look at the planets familiarity.

“What is Vormir?” Natasha asks as she keeps writing on her paper.

You shift in your seat to sit up straighter, putting your drink on the table before you begin to answer her, “it’s a planet at the very center of celestial existence. It’s said, or at least where Poe and I are from, that the people that die in the cold vacuum of space their souls end up getting lost in Vormir. I’ve always thought it was just a legend.”

All eyes fall on you, an uncomfortable silence covering the room until Nebula broke it—not that her comment made everyone feel better. “It’s a dominion of death. It’s where Thanos...murdered my sister.”

The room was now covered in an awkward and deafening silence. Steve’s deep sigh breaking it but not making anything better.

Just like Scott’s comment. “Not it.”

—

After a lot of briefing, small arguments, takeout food and a sleepless night planning, or mapping was all finished. The opportunity to see the people you all lost was closer than ever—only if everything went according to plan. Which you hoped it would. It had to work.

“All right. We have a plan. Six stones, three teams, one shot.” Steve announced as you all looked at the screens that contained said plans, filling everyone with determination, hope and fear. Some more than others.

Once the group dispersed to finish what they needed to do before traveling through literal time, you sat on a chair around the table and rested your head in your hands to let out a shaky sigh. Tears stinging your eyes, but not wanting them to roll down your cheeks. Not like you really had the chance to when you heard someone sit next to you.

“Everything okay?”

You lift your head to meet Poe’s worried gaze, taking in a deep breath before you assured him, “I’m fine...it’s just all this you know? It’s just hard.”

Maybe you should’ve known better then to lie to Poe, he could see right through you. Even if he didn’t follow up on your lies. He wanted to but he knew now wasn’t the right moment. Instead he responded to your previous comment and left what he wanted to ask for later. If their was a later.

“I understand, but just now everything is going to be fine. It’s going to work out.”

You smile at his reassurance, letting him take your hand in his to give it a comforting squeeze. The both of you holding each other’s gaze for a moment too long before you had to look away and pull your hand away, deciding to somewhat change the subject. Letting the anger from his previous decisions return.

“Are you sure going to Vormir is the right choice? You’re not lying and just flying home are you?”

Poe narrowed his gaze on you, deciding to be the bigger person and not continue with an argument you only wanted of have. “Natasha asked me to fly the ship since neither her or Clint flown in space.” His serious demeanor then turns cocky at the choice of his next words, “plus it gives me an advantage when we get to tell stories to our friends. Now I’ll be the one with the better stories.”

You quirk your eyebrow, the anger you wanted to feel vanishing regardless of what you wanted, a scoff escaping your lips at his comment but choosing not to follow along since you knew you would get nowhere, and instead choosing to say something else.

“Why don’t you travel to New York with Steve and me?”

Poe’s smile falters at the sound of a certain name, something that reminded him of why he needed to leave, even if you asked him not to, and as much as it hurt him. Regardless of how he now felt though he kept his smug smile plastered on his face. “Worried?”

You can’t help the smile that spreads on your face, really hating the fact that you couldn’t stay mad at him—“even if I’m still somewhat mad at you...you’re my best friend Poe, I—yeah I’m worried.”

His smile turns more genuine, hating some words that you said but taking it and feeling his heart skip a beat. And before he could say anything, you had to ease the thick tension that now surrounded the both of you.

“Plus you aren’t as agile as before since you know...you are getting older.”

“Ha! You really believe that?” He remarks with a visible smirk.

“Yes.” You pause, once again holding each other’s gaze that made the thick tension increase tenfold, a feeling you had to break by clearing your throat and looking down at your hands that rested on the table; “but we are traveling through time, so obviously I’m worried.”

“I’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.” The pilot reassured you, the moment after that falling into a comfortable silence, something that made you stand up with the intention to leave, but before either of you could the both of you stood close to one another, the habit of holding each other’s gaze not seeming to break even if you wanted to. Had to. And just before Poe could choose to close said space you pulled him in for a hug and rested your head on his shoulder.

At first Poe was taken back by the interaction, shocked and clueless on what to do, his senses later returning to him making him return the hug. Tightening his hold around you to pull you in closer, having every intention to never let go and just hold you there in his arms. Taking in every single detail, like the way your perfume smelled so sweetly against his nose, the way you leaned your head on his shoulder and held onto him like your life depended on it, memorizing the way you felt in his hold and how you made his heart swell.

It was a moment and feelings he needed to remember because he knew that he would never get to live them ever again.

Anyhow the tears on your cheeks fell onto the material of his shirt, seconds later releasing a shaky breath before you talked to him in a soft whisper, “Come back in one piece Dameron, we have a family to reunite with.”

Poe smiles, holding back his own tears before he responded, “you got it sweetheart.”

—

Walking up to the platform was unsettling, even if the sight of all of you in uniform caused goosebumps all over your skin. It was just the not knowing if this was really going to work that made you nervous and unsure. To the point where you felt sick. The only thing that seemed to sort of ease you was Steve’s motivational speech.

“Five years ago we lost. All of us. We lost friends. We lost family. We lost a part of ourselves. Today we have a chance to take it all back.” While listening to Steve’s speech you look to Natasha, flashing her a smile. A gesture she easily returned before pointing her head in Steve’s direction, rolling her eyes in a exaggerated manner in means to make fun of the man.

You shrugged, holding back a laugh and showed a playful smirk before the both you returned your attention to Steve. “You know your teams. You know your missions. Get the stones. Get them back.” The group of you brought your fists towards the center, in a way to motivate each other and show that this was a team effort. It was a gesture that made all of you smile; “One round trip each, no mistakes, no do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know. That doesn’t mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Lookout for each other. This is the fight of our lives and we’re gonna win. Whatever it takes. Good luck.”

You look to Poe across from you, the both of you showing each other a assuring smile and sharing a knowing look that spoke thousands of words that you didn’t have to express verbally, a quiet and meaningful interaction overall—completely missing the way Steve caught on to said interaction.

“He’s pretty good at that.” Rocket shared, earning an agreeing comment from Scott.

“Right?”

“All right, you heard the man. Stroke those keys, Jolly Green.” Tony interjected in a loud voice.

Said...sentient? Responding back. “Trackers engaged.”

Rocket then turned to Poe, crossing his arms as he saw said man hold onto his now tiny ship on his palm. “You promise to bring that back in one piece, right?”

Poe shrugged off Rockets comment in such a...Poe way, something that made Clint chuckle beside him, “yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“As far as promises go that was pretty lame.”

Poe smirked as he looked down at Rocket, “I’m the best pilot, I’ve got this.”

You snicker at his comment, only earning a side glare from said man; watching Hulk join the circle in means to finally begin this waited mission. The sick feeling in your stomach returning—Natasha’s side comment only slightly making you feel better and letting a smile tug at the corner of your lips.

“See you in a minute.”

—

“All right, we all have our assignments. Two stones uptown, one stone down.”

The words Steve was saying barely registered in your head as you felt the vomit in your throat, the feeling you felt right as you fell into the multicolored swirling tunnel presenting itself in a disgusting way—of course you’ve flown before and the feeling didn’t feel that different but their was just something about traveling through time that didn’t sit right in your stomach.

The only reason that you didn’t throw up on the spot was because of the loud thud that happened a few feet in front of you, the sound of a loud roar and a crash frightening you to the point the throw you felt was swallowed back.

At the sight of who had done such nonsense your eyebrows knotted in confusion, your eyes lighting at the recognition of Bruce—younger and more angrier Bruce—Hulk?

“Maybe smash a few things along the way.” Steve added, causing Bruce to tear off his tank before responding.

“I think it’s gratuitous but whatever.”

After watching Bruce leave you all followed by sneaking through alleyways to get to the big tower that they said they once lived in, avoiding those weird monsters as best you could along the way.

“Does this feel like home?” Tony joked.

A joke you didn’t get right away; “What does?”

“Those aliens dogs.”

You blink to look at Tony with a glare, a loud scoff leaving your lips. “Do you think space is just filled with these things?”

“Yes.” Scott added in.

You roll your eyes and set a hand on your hip to educate these uneducated earth beings; “space is filled with millions of different species. A lot of them that are great people and or considered hero’s. Earth just fills your minds with these insane cliches about “aliens” that are untrue. Not all of us are green big headed creatures with no form of intelligence.”

Scott stayed quiet, his lips parted in disbelief to your words, while Steve smiled and Tony chuckled at the man’s shocked and speechless reaction. You could go on for hours about space, all things that earth gets wrong about where you’re from, all the beauty in it and those who live in it....all the things you missed about it and the ache you felt to go back home.

—

“Got it on?” Steve questions, his back turned to you while you changed into the shield uniform you had “borrowed”.

“Yep, you can turn now.” Why was their a need to turn around? It’s not like he hasn’t seen you unclothed before—then again it would’ve been awkward if he saw you undress...it just would have made things more awkward than they were. You’ve barely shared a word with Steve since you caught him admiring the picture. You really didn’t want to be distant but...well he’s had years to tell you about her and he didn’t. Knowing that just made things worse. Was there something to hide about her? Did he still...care?

Stars. Things are just confusing. What you wouldn’t give to just live through war again. As bad as that sounded at least then you didn’t have to deal with all the shit you dealt with now.

“Okay let’s head inside.” Steve instructed as he faced you, seconds later guiding you through the towers lobby.

“Stars this feels like being in a stormtrooper uniform—at least I can see in this thing.” You complained while adjusting your vest, earning a weird and puzzled look from Steve, a reaction that made you quickly follow up on, “right uhh, well this reminds me of these uniforms from these soldiers I used to be at war with. It’s a long story for a different day I’m afraid.”

“Can’t wait to hear it,” Steve responded, a soft smile on his lips that only lasted a couple seconds before Tony came in through the uncomfortable ear piece.

“Better hustle, Cap. Things look like they’re just about wrapped up here.”

Steve nodded and responded through the ear piece, “got it, y/n is waiting in position, I’m approaching the elevator now.” Before Steve could disappear in the elevator he turned to talk to you, “be careful down here, okay? Tony should meet you here shortly.”

You nodded your head in comprehension before sharing a small smile and a quick salute; “don’t worry I’ve got this. You be careful too and remember avoid running into yourself.”

Steve chuckled, responding with a quick nod before he walked into the elevator and left you out here to wait and wait. All the while you missed the weird interaction Tony had with Steve about his “ass”. It was weird but also something you wanted to laugh at, but couldn’t. Not if wanted to remain blended in and remain “professional”.

So unfortunately you remained quiet and stayed waiting until Tony joined you wearing the same uniform. The both of you standing by one another and acting as natural as possible.

“Coming down in 3,2,1.” Right on cue the elevator dinged and out came a younger Tony and younger...Thor? Along with a chained up unknown person in between them. “Thumbellina, do you copy? I’ve got eyes on the prize. It is go time.”

“Bombs away.”

“Y/N, get in position this is going to happen fast.”

You nod and turn your back to him, casually watching your intended target and ignoring Scott’s unnecessary comments. The nerves you felt before returning as the situation began to rise.

“All right, move it, Stuart Little.” Tony inhaled sharply as he turned away. “Things are getting dicey out here let’s go.”

“Promise me you won’t die?” Scott commed in.

“We’re just giving me a mild cardiac dysthymia.”

You glance at Tony with a worried look, “that doesn’t sound mild.” Your attention was soon stolen by the argument that was beginning to break out in front of you, whilst Tony became more urgent when he saw nothing happening to stop it.

“Do it Lang! Windows closing pull my pin.”

Shortly after Scott came in, “here it goes.” That making the crowd stop and for young Tony to gasp out before he collapsed to the floor—you let out shaky breath before standing up straighter and following with your eyes as the case with the stone in it slid and stopped in front of your feet.

Double checking no one was looking you immediately crouched down and swiped said case, a proud and nervous smile now present on your features.

“Good job, L/N.” Tony complimented as you both discreetly strode towards the stairs, his next comment directed to Scott, “meet me in the alley we’re gonna grab a quick slice.”—you placed your hand on the doorknob and just as you were going to twist it to open said door you were violently thrown back, crashing into Tony and hitting the floor with a harsh thud, the case in your head slipping and sliding somewhere you didn’t see.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen, was it?” Scott wondered.

“Oh, we blew it.”

You groan and struggle to lift your aching head, noticing the stone no longer in the case, “Stars.”

—

“Cap!” Said man turned to Tony’s call, “sorry buddy, we have a problem.” His eyes then landed on you to notice your head in your hands, a concerned look flashing in his eyes.

Scott scoffed and remarked Tony’s comment, “yeah we do.” Making said man’s head whip Scott’s direction.

“I’m sorry, it was my fault.” You strained, “I lost the stone.”

—

“What are we gonna do?” Steve stressed.

“You know what? Give me a break, Steve. I just got wiped out by your girlfriend, who by the way got hit in the head with the hulk.”

As if your headache didn’t hurt enough, Scott shouting just made it a hundred times worse, which is why you tried your best to ignore him and now Tony arguing. The exact thought of what exactly was I doing here running through your head. You’re a pilot, someone who’s supposed to be in the sky, not screwing things up on the ground—maybe it would’ve been better if you had gone with Poe and Natasha. That or stay—

“We’ve only got one particle left. Each!” Scott’s comment made you lift your head, an idea coming to mind, something that seemed to have struck Tony too.

“I got it! Why don’t we just travel to a place where the particles and stone were in the same location or at least close by one another?” Steve and Scott look at you with a curious gaze, while Tony nodded and got out of the car, adding on to your idea.

“Exactly! Did you read my mind or something?” Tony then looked at Steve and continued, “there’s another way to retake the tessract and acquire new particles. Little stroll down memory lane...Military installation, garden state.”

—

If you do this and it doesn’t work you’re not coming back.

What the hell were you doing? Traveling further into time like if nothing was on the line, like if you didn’t want to go back to....certain people.

Then again too late now. You were in some place called New Jersey. In the location the idea of Captain America was born. The only way back was by this going well. Or else and at least the problems you were faced with before were going to be part of the past—the only positive thing was the dress you were wearing, it out beat the heavy uniform you had to wear before by a landslide.

“The bruise on your face is new, what happened?” You questioned Steve, somewhat easing the situation at hand while the both of you hurried and snuck into the lab the particles were at.

Steve opened the door and let you in before he could, a playful smile seen on his lips before he passed you in search for what was needed, all while you kept watch—“I did the thing you warned me against....I ran into myself.”

You chuckle, “I would ask how it went, but I kind of get the idea.” The feeling of what was before between the both of you resurfaced, feeling as if nothing had gone wrong, as if...neither of you had caught anything strange or that nothing was changing.

“Got it!” Steve exclaimed happily, enjoying a moment of success with the new particles in hand.

When he rejoined you, you beamed up at him and the both of you shared a high five. “Way to go team Cap!” You congratulated, earning a shy smile from said man. “Now let’s go before we get caught.” Doing just that, the two of you make a hasty escape, striding side by side, avoiding the looks you were given and having to stop as the lady from the elevator turned the corner with a couple guards on her back.

“You’ve never seen these people before?”

“No, I’ve got an eye for this. They looked fishy.”

“Can you describe them.”

“Well one of them had a hippy beard.”

Steve took your hand and quickly pulled you into a room. Not really making sure if it was occupied, but coming out lucky in that matter—and at first neither of you shared a word, the only noise heard was the rapid beating of your heart at what could’ve happened if you had been caught, adrenaline bumping through your body all the same. Just as you were going to actually say something regarding your situation you saw Steve pick up a picture of...himself. Pre-serum him that is.

He looked back to the door, an unreadable expression flashing through his eyes before he set down the picture frame and let you pick it up to admire it with a soft smile on your lips—cute. You looked up to make a comment about what you saw, but it was then you noticed something that made your heart drop, your smile dropping alike. It was the women from his picture. She was there on the other side of the window. And just like before you saw his face reflected on the window. The same longing gaze that was filled with so much love that was just directed and felt...for her.

He still cared.

As if feeling your eyes on him, Steve eyes fell on your own reflection, the realization of what you had caught hitting him as he saw the tears that gleamed your eyes, the sight causing him to turn to you with an apologetic look. One you quickly avoided and shrugged off with your words.

“It’s time to go.”

—

The feeling of joy of having this emergency mission succeed didn’t feel as exciting as you had thought. The feeling of returning back to your normal time didn’t feel as exciting. That hopeful smile that was shown before was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a deep frown. An obvious sight to anyone or at least a specific someone who’s first instinct after traveling through time was to look for you.

A relieved breath of air exhaled by that specific someone when he saw you fine—somewhat fine and well. A puzzled look flashing through his eyes at the sight of you in a dress that you didn’t have on before, but one he couldn’t lie and say you didn’t look great in. And you would have looked for him too, but your attention was far from this room, the only thing pulling you in was the sound of Bruce’s question.

“Clint where’s Nat?”

Said man fell to his knees, a look of utter grief shown in his eyes. That alone speaking what he didn’t, what he couldn’t. A tragedy that shouldn’t have happened but did....she was gone. Natasha was gone.

—

“I’m surprised you’re not with your boyfriend.”

At the sound of Poe’s words you look back to see him walking towards you, the bitterness he had at the slight thought of what he said completely disappearing at the sight of the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I don’t want to talk about him right now.” Your voice cracked as more tears slip down your cheeks, proceeding to watch as Poe took a seat on the chair in front of you, his own frown present on his lips.

“Everything okay?” In that moment after that question you missed the way Poe’s eyes darted across your face to try and get any hint of what you were thinking, of what could possibly be the answer. An answer he secretly and selfishly hoped was a ‘no’ something that would lead you to return with him. But when you truly answered he was disappointed to hear you change the subject and talk about what he should’ve considered instead.

“It’s just all this,” you sigh, “it’s hard. It was hard. We went back in time to save what we lost but we ended up losing someone in the process.” You muttered sadly.

“Natasha did what it took to get what we went for.”

“But she shouldn’t have.” You interject in a louder tone, blinking up to meet his gaze, “she should have gone and got that stone but came back. She shouldn’t have died. She should be here enjoying the fact that we did it. That it worked out after all.” You tried to sound mad, but those efforts soon failed when more tears escaped your eyes.

Poe looked to the floor, his own eyes watery at the memory of what he had seen, of what he had to go through—“she had to do it or else we wouldn’t have gotten the stone. That red sentient said it himself...a soul for a soul. Clint nor I could do it...only her.” Poe wanted to add something else, but choose not to, not if he wanted to keep you from getting angry. Because he knew if he shared the extent of what had happened in Vormir, you would be pissed.

“She just deserves to be here.” You cried, dropping your head in your hands to let out a sob that had to do more than just with Natasha’s death.

“I know,” Poe sighed, carefully moving to wrap his arm around your shoulders and rest his head on yours. A gesture you found comfort in and eased into, a gesture that made you cry that much more. “I know.”

—

“All right, gloves ready. Question is who’s gonna snap their freakin’ fingers.”

You quietly looked around the room, searching for the volunteer—Now if you could do it, you would, but their was no way you could even attempt, the effort would kill you before you could even snap your fingers.

“I’ll do it.” Now seeing Thor step up was an option, but seeing his current condition perhaps it wasn’t the greatest choice.

“Excuse me?” Tony exclaimed sharply.

“It’s okay.” Thor assured the group as he continued to walk towards the glove, only to be stopped before he could even attempt to touch it.

Steve gently pushed said man back, trying in the nicest way possible to shoot him down. “Thor, just wait. We haven’t decided who’s gonna put it on yet.”

“I’m sorry. What we’re all just sitting around waiting for the right opportunity?”

“We should at least discuss it.” Scott interjected.

“Look sitting here staring at that thing is not going to bring everybody back. I’m the strongest avenger, okay? So, this responsibility falls upon me.”

“Normally you’re right.” Tony tried to calm Thor down, trying just like Steve had to turn him down, but to no avail. All the arguing just making you impatient.

“Just let me! Just let me do something good. Something right”

“Look,” Tony tried again, “it’s not just that glove is channeling enough energy to light up a continent. I’m telling you. You’re in no condition.”

“What do you think is coursing through my veins right now?”

“Cheez whiz.”

You snort at Rhodeys comment, the rest of Thor’s argument going to the back of your head. And before the overthinking could start Bruce’s comment made your ears perk up—“it’s gotta be me. You saw what those stones did to Thanos. They almost killed him. None of you could survive.”

Poe stepped up and looked to Bruce, “how do we know you will?”

“We don’t. But the radiation is mostly gamma. It’s like...I was made for this.”

—

“Okay, remember everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago, you’re just bringing them back to now, today. Don’t change anything from the last five years.” Tony reminded Bruce. Something that Bruce nodded to in agreement before responding with two simple words.

“Got it.”

Bruce followed by carefully putting on the glove, the sight alone making your stomach twist and the nerves return tenfold. It was now or never. Natasha’s sacrifice had to mean something—it was going to mean something—and as if Poe could hear your heart beat in your chest in anticipation, he met your gaze to share an assuring smile before pushing you behind him as the both of you stood behind Tony and the shield he activated.

“Artoo, BB8 stand behind me.” Said droids didn’t fail to listen, the little orange and white ball standing between your feet, only poking his head out to watch what was about to unfold.

And shortly after Tony’s commands to his A.I., metal doors surrounded the outside building, shielding everything that could be affected by what could come. The dark lightening contained by those same doors making this feel much more eery and nerve-wracking. The sight of the stones lightening up on Bruce’s hand causing your heart to pump much faster, hearing him groan and grunt out in pain as the energy of the stones burning his arm making you feel that you couldn’t breath, that you had pent up air in your lungs.

Hearing everyone’s concerns for their friend in anguish making you want him to stop. But knowing that he was close, stopping you from expressing such worry. The sight of him struggling to stand up and try to bring his fingers together causing you to hold Poe’s hand in fear, the final step and sight of seeing Bruce snap his fingers causing you to close your eyes for a brief moment to avoid the bright light that shone after the action.

To then open your eyes as Bruce fell to the ground, grunting in pain, the sound of the metal doors opening grabbing your attention, while the natural light crawling through the windows hit you with the realization of what you were still doing and making you instantly drop Poe’s hand. Neither of you commenting on it, but instead focusing on the soft songs of the birds that now flew outside.

Birds that weren’t there before, that just lacked altogether. That single sight bringing a soft smile to your face and tears to sting your eyes, bringing hope and truth.

You looked to your long time friend and the both of you shared an emotional smile, the words you were thinking said out-loud by Scott.

“Guys I think it worked—” just before you were going to say something, a blast crashed into the building.

Having one moment of clarity get crashed by sudden darkness.

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the partners, chapter ten - Steve x Reader

chapter ten - how soon is now?

series summary: you and Steve are police apprentices at Hawkins Police Station in the fall of 1986. you get along famously, but there’s something Steve is hiding, and there is an unknown evil lurking in Hawkins. [friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff]

chapter summary: In the aftermath, you and Steve find comfort in each other.

warnings: swearing and an overwhelming amount of fluff

word count: 2k

a/n: here’s the Spotify playlist that goes with the series, and you can catch up here. this is it, folks. we have the epilogue left. if you stayed with me this entire time - thank you. this is my first longfic and it was a blast. thank you for the kind comments and interactions with this story. it means everything to me. one more chap to go babes. hope you enjoy this one <3

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Steve has a lot of housekeeping to do.

He talks to your parents on a payphone at the hospital once a day. They’re in Europe and it’s taking them a while to get back, so they communicate this way. It’s awkward and weird for Steve to introduce himself, stumbling over his words – “Hi, I’m Steve Harrington. I’m your daughter’s partner. Like, at the station? But we also – we might – yeah. Anyway, she’s hurt pretty bad.” They tell him how much they appreciate him though, and he figures he’s had worse “meet the parents” scenarios before.

In between waiting to see you and sleeping on the floor, Sam Owens takes him into an empty conference room within the hospital. Steve tells him everything – the gut feeling that something was off about the Chief, the meddling of the evidence, the underground base, the bar, the building permits, everything. Owens nods solemnly as Steve speaks. It’s a lot to get through, and by the time Steve’s done explaining, his throat hurts.

“It’s taken care of,” Owens says simply, patting the top of Steve’s hand. “And we are looking into other properties to make sure they aren’t infiltrated, too.”

Steve nods. He doesn’t know if he can even trust Owens right now, but he’s too exhausted and worn to put up much of a fight.

“Are you doing okay?” Owens asks.

Steve doesn’t know how to answer. He leans back in his chair and lets out a long breath. Finally, he says, “I haven’t been doing okay for a long time.”

Owens nods sympathetically and pulls out a paper pad and pen. “We have some of the best therapists in the country, if you’d want to take a look at the programs. I’ll give you the information.” Owens pauses to write, then looks back up with a smile. “I’ll prescribe you some Ativan, too. Just to take the edge off.”

Steve nods weakly. Owens shoves the paper towards Steve who takes it and folds it into the uniform he is still wearing. He’s been asked numerous times to go home to clean and change, but he refuses, scared to lose the chance to see you if he’s gone when you wake. Owens leans back in his chair now, hands crossing over his chest. “I have something I want to talk to you about.”

Steve nods again.

“You exhibited… phenomenal skills when dealing with this case,” Owens starts. “Your attention to detail and drive to continue is something to be admired. The willpower you have and how strong you’ve been –“

“I haven’t been strong,” Steve interrupts. “I just… hid the pain very well.”

Owens shrugs. “You’re still a tough son of a bitch.”

Steve laughs.

“Your expertise is something that could really be helpful in the FBI, or CIA.”

If Steve were drinking, he would do a spit-take. “Are you serious?” he asks incredulously, leaning so far forward he almost falls out of his chair. “Me? FBI? CIA?”

“Just something to think about,” Owens says. “If you think you’re interested, give me a call. But before then….” Owens eyes shine. “We need an interim police Chief until we can get someone better in there. What do you say?”

Steve blinks. “Are you asking me to be acting Chief of Police in Hawkins?” Owens nods and Steve scoffs in disbelief. “Bullshit. I’m just a kid.”

“A kid with a hell of a lot of knowledge on all the things that have happened in this town. A kid with the will to keep going and do what’s right.” Owens sighs. “Look, you’re not going to have all the power – you’re just a sitting Chief. You’re already part of the force, so see it as a promotion. Just until we can find someone new.”

Steve swallows hard, his head racing, but he can’t help the smile that curves the ends of his lips. “Jesus.When do I start?”

He can’t wait to see his dad’s stupid face when he tells him.

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Steve eventually does leave the hospital, because he wants to change and shower and buy you something nice. The thought didn’t even cross his mind until the Party showed up, all sporting either flowers or chocolates or movies for you. Robin and Dustin hug Steve tightly, and Steve’s eyes beam when he tells them of his promotion.

“He even said I could be part of the FBI,” Steve says lowly.

“Congrats,” Robin says. “Now please go change your clothes.”

And so he does, changing into the same outfit he wore the first time you both hung out. He grabs the most expensive bouquet at the florist, knowing full well he was about to be broke, then uses what little he has left to spare to buy you chocolates. He goes for a card but decides that he should probably use his words. Also, you probably couldn’t really read right now, what with the enormous concussion you’re sporting.

He’s sitting on the floor with the bouquet in hand – he insisted it was personally delivered – when the nurses tell him he can see you. He jumps up and pauses – his palms are sweaty, his heartbeat is through the roof, and he feels dizzy. It’s like being on a first date, or something; but he figures that’s what happens when the love you’ve been suppressing for months comes to you in one night.

You’re sitting up in bed and eating Jell-O when Steve bursts in, holding a huge bouquet of every flower known to man and a box of chocolates. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think it was Valentine’s Day.

“Hey,” you say, smiling broadly and taking him in. Last time you saw him was in a dimly lit bar lounge. He looks a lot more handsome here.

“Hi,” he says back. He stills before kicking into action, walking towards you. He awkwardly places the bouquet beside the other flowers people had brought and he sits the chocolates on your tray. “I figured maybe you’d like something that wasn’t hospital food.”

“I don’t know,” you beam. “Hospital Jell-O is pretty good.”

Steve laughs quietly as he sits on the chair next to you. You’re looking pretty rough – sporting a black eye, bruises and cuts over your face, your ribs wrapped up and your legs bandaged. Every movement hurts you and the concussion has you feeling dizzy and downright miserable. But all you did when you woke up was ask for Steve, and now he’s here. The sight of him adds ten years to your life and subsides the pain.

“You, uh,” he says. “Still look beautiful.”

You snort. “Okay.”

“I mean it!”

“Hotter than Mia Sara?”

“Always,” he grins, but it falters. “I need to talk to you.”

You put your Jell-O cup down. “Steve, we –“

“Please.”

You sigh and nod curtly. He sighs as well and runs a hand through his hair before starting. “It’s the worst feeling in the world to know that I got you into this. This was all my fault. And… and if I was just straight with you from the start, you wouldn’t be in this mess.” He swallows hard and fights off the painful feeling in his throat, signaling tears. “I was a dick. A total, complete asshole. And I don’t deserve for you to accept my apology. But I will tell you every single day for the rest of our lives that I am so, so sorry.”

“I’m not mad at you for this,” you say. “I’d die over and over again if it meant saving you and your cute ass.” You pause to let Steve roll his eyes, then continue. “I’m mad that you told me you didn’t love me. I’m mad at the mixed signals. I’m mad that you used to – you used to pick me up and twirl me, hold my hand.” You bite your lip. “Steve, you looked at me like I was the only girl in the world.”

“Because you are,” he says, reaching out and clasping your hand. “You are everything to me.”

“Then why did you say you couldn’t love me? Because you didn’t want me to get caught up in everything?” Steve nods, avoiding your eyes. You laugh. “Steve, here’s the thing. When someone loves someone, they’d go to the ends of the earth for them. When you told me you didn’t love me, it just spurred me on. It made me mad, yeah, but I still loved you. Nothing you could say could change that.” You laugh again and gesture to yourself. “Dude. I’d literally die for you. I almost did.”

Steve can’t stop the tears now, and they feel warm as they run down his cheeks. He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut. “I thought that if I acted like I didn’t love you, they couldn’t hurt you.”

“I understand,” you say gently. “I know. But no evil can stop love, Steve. And you’re kind of an idiot for trying to think otherwise.”

Steve laughs sadly. “Calling me an idiot, just like old times.”

You gently grab his chin and tilt him towards you. “If there’s one thing I have learned in the past – however many days I was out – it’s that you’re not an idiot, Steve Harrington.”

Steve’s eyes fall downward. “Then what am I?” he asks quietly, his voice cracking.

“You’re smart,” you start. “You’re brave. You’re strong. You’re funny. You’re caring. You’re kind. Fast learner. Wholesome. Helpful. Inspiring.” You don’t notice that you’re leaning forward until you’re right at his lips. You smile softly. “Devilishly handsome.” You rest your forehead on his, your thumb caressing his. His hand cups your face and your eyes brim with tears. “You’re incredible, Steve.”

When your lips meet, it feels like everything lost has been found. It feels like the missing pieces are finally set into place. Like the void within your chest has been filled. It’s warm, gentle, adoring. Steve’s thumb caresses your cheekbone and he melts into it, a smile forming on his lips. He feels like everything is right. He feels like he’s home.

When you part, you both can’t help the comically large smiles that form on your face. Steve’s thumb continues its course on your cheekbone as he whispers, “I’ve wanted to do that since you first walked into the station in that stupid blue uniform.”

You shake your head. “Bet you tell all the girls that.”

The next kiss is passionate, hands touching wherever they could reach. It’s intoxicating – Steve is a better kisser than you thought. Your hands tangle in his hair and you pull him towards you. Despite the dizziness in your head, you continue – it’s been entirely too long of a wait. He gets up, ready to climb on top of you, when a voice behind him shouts, “Excuse me!”

Steve whirls around and finds a nurse, arms crossed, and eyes narrowed. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Uh, I’m – helping her – with her Jell-O.”

“Helping her with something, alright,” he huffs. “Hands off. I don’t care if you’re her partner or not.”

Steve blushes deeply and you do, too, biting your lip and trying to hide your bashful smile. Steve sits again, grabbing an unused pillow on your bed and using it to cover himself. Yeah, it’s probably a bad look to get a boner when the girl you love is lying in bed, concussed and broken, but this is Steve. What can one expect? The nurse checks on your vitals and gives you some painkillers, leaving with a stern look towards Steve.

You look to him, holding his hand again. “What now?”

Steve sighs. “Now you sign about a hundred documents saying that you won’t tell anyone what you saw. And then you get better and we both go to therapy.” Steve smiles softly. “And then after that, I have a thousand dates to take you on.”

“Just a thousand?” you tease.

“I’ll take you on more if you’re good.”

There’s a comfortable silence. You both just want to be near each other, hear each other’s breath, the rustling of clothes.

“Steve,” you say quietly, playing with his fingers. “I love you.”

It’s music to his ears. Softly, he says it back. “I love you, too.”

“Partners?” you ask.

Steve smiles. “Partners.”

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Astrophile [Pt.10]

Chapter: Moonbeams & Starlight

Summary: It’s Orion’s 5th birthday!

Warnings: FLUFF

A/N: It’s May29th! That means it’s Ori’s birthday! So what’s a better way to celebrate than reading about her birthday party!! Send me love because I’m needy, okay?! Plus all your comments make my day. Beta’d by the beautiful and talented @wintersxsoul I love you 3000.

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It’s incredible how fast things get done when someone knows the important people and knows exactly what to say to light a fire under the right asses. Y/n’s apartment was cleaned up in record time, and thankfully, the leak hadn’t caused any damage to her furniture or any of the things her grandparents left her. There are still boxes of personal items to be put away, and everything in the bottom drawers of her wardrobe and kitchen cabinets had to be taken out to avoid any potential damage, but other than that everything was back to normal.

Thanks to Tony’s quick thinking and actions, nothing was severely damaged and she will be forever grateful.

After their sunset confession, Bucky and Y/n made sure to keep in touch every single day and most days they ended their nights with a video chat – to talk about Ori’s party of course. It did not have anything to do with the fact that they hated being this far apart from each other.

Why anyone would think that is completely absurd if you ask Bucky.

By the day of the party, Y/n is practically vibrating out of her skin from her excitement. She’s naturally excited for Ori to see all the work that was put into the shop– it was a lot of effort on everyone’s part. They moved all the shelves to the outer walls of the shop and filled the middle with every space themed treat she could come up with, Tony had her favorite restaurant cater, floating stars (both lit and glittered), a fake shuttle, and every chair had its own pair of rocket boosters. Tony’s balcony is going to be permanently stained from all the silver and red spray paint used to make those jetpacks. As excited as she was to see Ori’s reaction, she is just as excited to give that sweet girl a hug and laying eyes on her dad wouldn’t be the worst thing.

She just hopes It’s everything Ori’s has pictured.

“Oh. My. Stars!” Ori squeals and runs full force towards Y/n who turns around just in time to catch the little girl and hugs her as tight as she can without hurting her, “This is already the best party ever! Thank you, Y/n! Thank you!”

Okay, maybe this is a big, big win.

“You’re welcome, sweet girl,” Y/n whispers and kisses her head. “Wanna check it all out?”

Steve smirks and looks over at Bucky as they all slowly make their way into the small bookstore, "Where did she get ‘oh my stars’ from?”

“Y/n says that. I guess she’s picking up a few things,” Bucky says, smiling at Y/n and Ori, eyes sparkling as he watches the two of them moving about the store.

Steve whistles lowely and shakes his head, “Better be careful. You’ve got stars in your eyes, Buck.”

Y/n hoists Ori up on her hip so she can try to touch all the stars hanging from the ceiling. Ori stretches her arm up high enough to catch two of the gold glittering stars and giggles when Y/n attaches it to her pigtails. Bucky doesn’t think he minds having stars in his eyes as long as they lead him to her.

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To say the party was a huge success would be putting it mildly.

Not that Bucky had any doubts with Y/n planning it. There is no way she would let Ori be disappointed on a typical day, so there is zero chance this was going to be some sloppily thrown together mess.It’s her birthday and he could hear Y/n’s voice in his head, she’s special on every day, but she should get to be extra special. Even knowing all that, Bucky is blown away by the thought she put into every single detail – even the food.

There are star and mood shaped Rice Crispy Treats, moon cake pops, and star-shaped pizza – that Bucky is sure Tony paid an arm and a leg for. The cake is two-tier covered in tiny stars, fondant planets, a space shuttle with ‘Orion’ iced on the front to look like a constellation. Bucky wanted to get her alone to talk from the moment he arrived, it’s been over a week since he’s laid eyes on her in the flesh, but Ori has held her attention from git-go.

That is until now.

Steve and Sam have Ori playing inside the bright silver shuttle Y/n spent all week crafting from cardboard, paint, tulle, and glitter. Bucky scans the small group of people and spots Y/n leaning against the back wall of books, a huge smile on her face as she watches Ori playing. He tucks his hands in his pockets and makes his way over to her, his nerves starting to pick up the closer he gets. Y/n’s gaze was steadfast on Ori, but she looks up the moment he stops in front of her, and everything about her glows– all because of him.

Three or four sentences start and die on his tongue before he finally gives her a lopsided smile and offers a soft but heartfelt compliment, “Not a bad party, Beck.”

“Thanks,” she beams in response. “I had a pretty important little girl to impress.”

“Trust me. You’ve been her favorite for months now, but I think this secured it for the rest of your life,” Bucky says, earnestly but there is something in her eyes he can’t place – something that resembles worry, genuine happiness quickly overtakes the concern and he can’t help but grin.

"So Stark did all this?” He asks, leaning against the wall next to her, but his eyes stay on Ori. He doesn’t think he can look at Y/n right now, not when she’s going to talk about how great Tony is.

“You can call him Tony, you know,” she retorts, smiling.

“So Stark did all this?” Bucky repeats, grinning widely.

Y/n rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, still smiling.

“Yes. Tony did all the organizing and helped with my apartment. I picked everything out, and he helped me get everything set up so the two of you could be surprised. He’s not that bad.”

“Never said he was.”

“Why don’t you like him?” Y/n asks, honestly curious and maybe a little worried she overstepped. “It is because we went on a few dates? Are you upset that he’s dating me?”

“I never said that I didn’t like the two of you together. I don’t– He’s not right for you. He’s not the one,” Bucky says with such conviction, such certainty it’s as if he’s privy to some secret she doesn’t know. It’s as if he has an in with Fate or God or whoever binds soulmates names in the stars.

“Then who is, huh?” Y/n asks, slight teasing in her voice surprising even her. “Care to share with the class?”

Bucky locks eyes with her, his mouth dry, and his heart hammering against his chest – it’s pounding so hard he can feel it in his ears. He swallows the lump in his throat and shakes his head, breaking their eye contact.

“Not him, Y/n,” He says, barely above a whisper. “Not him.”

Tony watches as Bucky walks away leaving Y/n confused and slightly flustered. He spent the majority of the party just watching. As far as kids go, Ori is pretty great, and it is fun to watch her roast her dad and uncles, but what is most interesting out of everything, Bucky and Y/n. Every time Y/n is distracted by setting out food or decorations, organizing games, or playing with Ori, Bucky follows her like he’s unable to look away. Anytime Bucky says anything to Y/n, she shines brighter than the pre-light stars hanging from the ceiling.

It doesn’t take a genius to see what’s happening, but he’s known something was up since their first date. The way she says his name was a dead give away and it’s easy to spot once you know the signs. Tony knows every sign from personal experience. He never did manage to work up the nerve to say something and probably never will.

If any good is going to come out of his colossal screw-up, this was it. Tony can help keep Y/n from repeating his mistakes.

“Hey,” Y/n leans against the wall next to him and slips her hand into his. “What are you doing hiding over here? Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this, you should be enjoying all your hard work.”

“No big deal,’ Tony shrugs, carefree and easy. “Just made a few calls.”

History doesn’t have to repeat itself, Tony reminds himself

“So tell me something,” He nods towards Bucky and turns to face her. “When are you going to admit you have feelings for Bucko boy over there?”

Y/n chokes, gasping on whatever she is drinking from her cosmic colored paper cup, making Tony grin as he pats her back in the most unhelpful way possible.

“I’m not – I don’t – I’m here with you. I don’t– we are just friends,” Y/n sputters.

“Right. That’s why you both keep stealing glances at each other when you’re not looking? And when he says anything at all to you, your face lights up like you just discovered a new constellation? And it doesn’t matter what you say, every time you speak Bucko gets that dumb dreamy look on his face like you’re the most the amazing thing he’s ever seen in his life.”

“He doesn’t look at me like that,” she admonishes, quietly, letting her eyes drop to the ground.

“He does, Y/n.”

Tony gives her hand a gentle tug coaxing her to look up when she does he tilts his head towards Bucky, and she catches the brunette staring. Even from across the room, she can see his cheeks pink, and he quickly looks down to hide his face, but she can spot that smile from a block away.

“It’s okay, you know? We can still be friends. I mean, the fooling around has been great so if you want to continue that–” Y/n’s head whips back around towards him and playfully punches him in the stomach. Tony groans, fighting off his laughter, “Don’t be an idiot is all I’m saying. You’re going to end up like me and miss out on what’s right in front of you.”

“Pepper?” She asks, her eyes soften, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah, Pepper,” he forces a smile, the one he uses for press and interviews she come to learn, and kisses her forehead.

“Alright, this is getting gross. I’m feeling sick to my stomach with all this lovey-dovey talk. I want you to know I meant what I said, but…” Tony flashes a genuine grin and wiggles his brows. “if you wanna go back to my place and work out your feelings? All night. I’m here for whatever you need. I can be that friend for you.”

She rolls her eyes and presses a light kiss to his cheek. A loud rueful laugh and a tiny giggle fill the air, and she turns to find the owners, warmth spreading through her chest when she spots Bucky tickling Ori – she knows where she wants to be tonight.

“I think I’m gonna help Bucky get Ori home.”

“Yeah,” Tony smirks. “I thought you would. Just don’t wait to tell him, okay?”

“You tell Pepper first,” Y/n counters, grinning smugly.

“Good God,” Tony groans. “Remind me again why I dated you?”

“Because I’m out of this world!”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

Bucky didn’t have another chance to talk Y/n after their awkward moment, he hasn’t been the best at talking to her lately. It didn’t matter anyway, right after their chat they went straight into cake and gifts, and now Ori is fast asleep in his arms. He doubts he’s going to have a moment alone with Y/n before she heads home with Tony. Steve is just finishing loading the last of the presents in his car when Bucky spots Y/n walking over with a bag and he assumes it’s to spend the night with Tony, but he frowns as she walks up to him instead and wonders aloud, “What are you doing? I thought you were going home with Tony.”

She smiles and shakes her head, wiping a bit of icing off Ori’s cheek once she is within reach. Ori wrinkles her nose and nuzzles her face into Bucky’s shoulder, “I’m going home with you. If that’s okay. My apartment is still a bit of a mess.”

Not a total lie, not the whole truth either.

“Of course, it’s okay,” Bucky assures her.

“Everything alright? I saw your talk before… I’ll kick his ass if I have to. I’ve been waiting for an excuse to kick his ass actually. For years.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll be fine.” She replies with amusement and fond exasperation. “No ass kicking needed. Sometimes your heart does its own thing, and you don’t know where it’s leading you until it’s standing right in front of you.”

“If this is about what I said earlier–”

Y/n presses her fingers to his lips and shakes her head.

“It’s not. Well, it is, but it’s not because you said it. You were right, though.”

“I was?” Bucky mumbles around her fingers, making her giggle and causing her to drop her fingers from his lips – much to his displeasure.

“Yeah, you were, Buck.”

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Y/n tucks Ori’s blanket around her and secures her canopy behind her headboard while the little girl gets comfortable. She flicks her Frozen night light on and sets her stuffed animals around her in bed, intent on heading back downstairs, but a sweet, soft voice stops her, “Y/n?”

“Yeah, starlight?” Y/n answers, already walking back to her bed.

“Can you stay with me for a minute?”

Y/n smiles as Ori raises the end of her pink blanket enough for Y/n to climb into bed next to Ori. She immediately wraps herself around Y/n, and Y/n returns the gesture pulling her as close as she can.

“Story?”

“A story?” Y/n repeats. “I don’t think I know any off the top of my head.”

“Make one up?” She mumbles, still half dazed from falling asleep on her dad’s shoulder – sugar crash might have had a hand in that as well. “You work with books. You have to know all the stories.”

“I guess you are right about that,” Y/n chuckles and closes her eyes, running her fingers through the little girl’s curls as she frantically tries to come up with a story. Then it hits her like a meteor.

“Okay. Here we go. It’s a story about–”

“Love?”

“Well, yes – I guess it is.”

Ori smiles and snuggles closer to Y/n, “I like this kind of story.”

“Me too,” Y/n smiles and kisses the top of her head.

“Okay. One day, a young princess brought her daddy, the king, into one of the village shops. A young, peasant girl worked there. The moment the shopkeeper laid eyes on them, she knew her life would never be the same…”

It takes bucky thirty freaking minutes to get all of her gifts inside the house. Tony bought her a mountain of gifts, and he’s pretty sure none are acceptable for a five-year-old. Combine all of those with all the presents Steve and Nat got her, Ori is going to need a room just for her toys. That, or he’s going to need a second living room because she’s slowly taking over the only one they have.

He sets the last of the gifts down next to the couch and closes the front door. It was oddly quiet for two rowdy rascals. He wanders through the house, softly calling out for Y/n, but there’s no answer. She’s not in the kitchen or living room, and the bathroom downstairs is empty – no sign of the girls on the bottom floor at all. He slowly ascends the stairs and stops when he reaches the doorway of Ori’s bedroom.

“So, that’s where you got to,” Bucky mumbles softly, staring at Y/n fast asleep on the little girl’s bed and Ori snoozing on top of Y/n with her head on Y/n’s chest.

Bucky leans against the door and smiles at the sight before him. He knows he should wake Y/n up, Bucky’s fallen asleep in that bed more times than he can count, and it never ends up well, but he can’t bring himself to ruin this moment. Y/n snuggles Ori, and her head drops onto Ori’s, letting her cheek get lost in Ori's curls. Bucky smiles at the sight. There is a warmness in his heart despite the way his stomach is flipping, and his skin feels tingly.

“Shit,” Bucky whispers, softly, careful of the girls sleeping only a few feet away from him. He forces himself to take a deep, stuttering breath, but no matter how much air he gulps into his lungs, it’s not enough. He fumbles as he pulls his phone out of the pocket and shuffles downstairs, calling the only person that can help.

“James?” Natasha murmurs softly. “What’s wrong? Is Ori okay?”

“Yeah, she’s fine. I need to ask you somethin’,” Bucky mutters quietly and peeks back up the stairs to make sure everyone is right where he left them – they are by some small miracle.

“What, uh, what do you feel when you look at Clint?”

There is a long pause, and Bucky can hear shuffling, he assumes she is climbing out of bed and walking in another room where she can talk freely– he’s so grateful for that. Clint is a loud mouth, and he can’t keep a secret to save his life.

“Okay,” Nat says, clearly confused. “What?”

Bucky blows out a breath and collapses back onto the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. It shouldn’t be this hard to explain, and yet, here he is, floundering like a teenage boy with a crush.

“Okay, so, when Clint is… doing Clint things,” He groans, exasperated and slightly embarrassed at himself. “You know, eating two slices of pizza at once, sleeping on the couch with his mouth open, being a pain in my ass– You look at him when he does all that, what does it feel like? In your chest, I mean.“

“James. What the hell are you talking about?” Natasha begs, her voice full of annoyance.

Great, now he’s managed to annoy the only person that can help him. He closes his eyes and sighs. It’s now or never and the prospect of never making him sick to his stomach. Here goes nothing.

“I’m talking about Y/n. I think, what I feel for her, it’s more than I thought and a hell of a lot more than just friends.”

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nev3rfound · 5 years

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bitter sweet : p.p

brief summary: being tonys daughter and feeling resentful that peter always spent more time with your dad than you did. that resent dies down after his death, as peter begins to comfort you in these difficult times

word count: 2.5k requested: yes, by the lovely @tearsforhan warnings: endgame spoilers

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Ever since he showed up alongside your Dad, you could tell things were going to be different. The kid had a bright goofy smile, that glint in his eyes that your Dad couldn’t resist. You knew you were going to be cast into the shadows, let him take the limelight as your Dad focused his time and energy into him, not you.

Sitting in your Dad’s lab, you worked in the corner with your back turned, headphones on. It was one time you could truly zone out from everything and focus on making something that’ll benefit someone, maybe even yourself. You could work, hum along to songs and not be interrupted. That was until Peter came bounding in behind your Dad, muttering apologies to the inanimate objects he nudged.

You would roll your eyes, seeing the excitement lighting up in Peter’s face as your Dad would like to him like he was the son he never had. At that point, you would turn back around, not wanting to listen to all the great things your Dad had lined up for Peter, not you.

When it came down to everything with Thanos, you were with your Mom. Pepper ran into the house, out of breath with wide eyes. She sat you down, held your hands and explained what was going to happen and that you needed to stay safe. For once, you were not allowed to fight, you had to stay hidden and out of harm's way.

“I might lose your Dad, I can’t lose you too.” You remember your Mom telling you those specific words as tears lined her eyes. She wanted to be strong for you, but you knew she couldn’t, you were a young woman now, not a child.

Sitting in the compound, you felt it happen. The snap occurs as your Mom gripped your hand tightly. Neither of you knew what it meant, but you could feel it, you felt part of you being pulled away.

As the Avengers returned, half of the team that is you watched them all. You waited to see your Dad exit the Quinjet, eager to go help him. But as Steve stepped down, no one was walking behind him. He watched as tears filled your eyes as sobs began to escape your lips. Pepper shook her head, not wanting to believe it. “I’m sorry.” Is all Steve could say.

Later, you learnt he was alive. No one knew where he was, or if he was still alive. But everyone hoped he was, everyone needed Tony to still be alive. You and Pepper needed it more than the world right now, he was your family first and foremost.

The evening you saw a bright flash of light across the sky, you were on the roof with Natasha. She was trying to figure a few things out, track who was lost when it happened. You stood up, hand resting on her shoulder as a woman glowing held a ship above her head.

You all ran down to see her step forward, pulling the door off as an exhausted Nebula walked out. No one ran to her, but she was never one to expect a warm reception it turns out. But as your Dad took an uneasy step, you ran without thought. He held you close, breathing in the smell of home as you felt him quietly sob.

With the help of Pepper, Tony made it down the steps of the ship where Steve stepped forward. “I lost the kid.” Is all your Dad managed to make out before he fell to the ground.

Five long years had passed by. You stayed in New York whilst your parents moved out of the city. Every weekend, you would go and visit, sit with Morgan and play with her. Everyone needed the time away, you could understand why they picked the place.

When you were with your family, no one spoke of it. In the house, it was only about your family, you didn’t have to discuss the extended family Morgan had never met. You just knew this was your escape, a getaway whenever you needed it.

Then everything began to change, and it happened too quickly for you to comprehend. The chance of bringing everyone back was no longer impossible, it became highly possible due to the man you met briefly who drooled over Steve. You watched with Morgan as your Dad began to work in the house, looking at 3D displays as he picked them apart.

And then, the plan worked.

You were with Morgan, playing with the prototypes of the Iron Man suit. She loved the pieces that fit together like jigsaws. Even at a young age, you knew she was destined to have that inventor gene you had. You could just see it in her big eyes as you explained it with long words she couldn’t say, but she listened with her full attention.

The sound echoed throughout the world. A quick snap that created a wave of energy to surpass. You glanced out of the garden, seeing the trees all sway in the same direction, a ripple cross over the entire lake and Morgan’s tent fall over.

“What was that?” Morgan questioned, looking up to you at the time as you smiled, bringing her into a tight hug.

“That was half the world returning home.”

Despite everyone being brought back, not everyone made it home.

You couldn’t comprehend it. The fact he was really gone and wasn’t coming back. There wasn’t anything to be done to save him, Strange couldn’t reverse time and stop it. All you could do was accept it, even if the truth weighed down on your heart like a pain you couldn’t fathom.

The day of Tony’s funeral, everyone turned up at the house. You saw faces you hadn’t seen in years. To them, they remembered you as a younger girl, a teenager. But you were almost eighteen, you weren’t a frightened child who hid from the weird-looking people who wandered the compound. Instead, you embraced them.

Standing next to Morgan, you could feel their eyes full of sorrow for you as Pepper placed Tony’s heart, still encased in the glass on top of the flowers. You look over your shoulder, seeing the pain in Peter’s eyes as he glanced over to you, his face screaming with apologies.

Turning around, you wiped the tears in your eyes as Pepper pushed the flowers out. She turned around and held both you and Morgan close, refusing to let either of you go.

You made the decision that you couldn’t stay there. Everything that surrounded the house reminded you too heavily of your Dad. You wanted to help rebuild the compound after it was destroyed by Thanos, that it was the right thing to do to help start a new chapter in your life.

At no point in doing so were you alone. Sam helped with everything, and he found comfort in talking to you about what is next. Bruce was ideal in the heavy lifting, and Bucky often scared the construction workers with an accidental glare.

Once the compound was rebuilt, you worked with what was left from the original building. You wandered the corridors on countless nights as sleep was no longer a friend, it became your enemy.

Every night, you would lie in bed and scream at your body to shut down. No matter how long you had been awake, how tirelessly you worked your body nothing was enough. If by some means you managed to shut your eyes, all you could do was picture the moment you couldn’t be a part of; seeing your Dad die.

Of late, you keep finding Peter in the compound. It didn’t bother you as such, what did bother you was his attempts at making conversation with you. It wasn’t necessarily his fault that he idolised your Dad, and that he became close with him. But that doesn’t mean the pain still lingers when you see Peter holding your Dads old glasses, or talking to Wanda about the new suit that was left for him.

He didn’t mean any harm by talking about Tony, it helped him come to terms with it all. But that’s the thing about grief, it affects people differently. For Peter, talking about it to those who understand helps him. For you, keeping quiet and avoiding the subject until you feel as if you’re about to burst is how you cope. So, you avoided him when you heard FRIDAY greet him through the hallways.

Sometimes, you couldn’t avoid him. He would wave to you with a big smile despite the redness in his face from crying whilst you remained stoic. “Hey Y/n, how, how are you doing?” Peter stumble over his words, but you didn’t always respond. “Okay I, I’ll see you around.” He’d call to you as you walked in the opposite direction, clenching your jaw as you picture all the times you felt like you were pushed aside to make room for Peter.

There wasn’t anything unusual about today. You were still sleep deprived as nightmares plagued your mind during your attempt at sleep once again, and you sat on the roof all night talking up at the sky. Part of you felt that maybe he’s out there somewhere, looking down with Natasha tutting away about the choices you’ve all made. He’s probably telling you to go travel, see the rest of the world.

But you weren’t ready to fully move on, not just yet.

Wandering through the corridors, you grip your coffee tightly in your hand. “FRIDAY, where is Wanda?” You call out, sipping your drink.

“Miss Maxinoff is currently training with Sargent Barnes, Miss Y/l/n. Would you like me to inform her you’re looking for her?”

A small sigh leaves your lips as you shake your head. “No thanks, FRIDAY. I’ll try her again later.” You speak up to the AI as you look around to find yourself near the only original piece of the compound that was left standing.

Ever since the work had been done, this was the only area you avoided. Mostly because everything was so raw when it was being mended, but now you knew if you went in, you’d be flooded with emotions.

Letting out a heavy breath, you step forward and walk toward the lab. As you push the door open, memories return instantly. You look around, your fingertips trailing along the surfaces of the spots your Dad frequently worked at, creating all sorts of new things and figuring out how to better the old.

Tears began to prick your eyes as you look over at the desk you once worked at. All the papers that covered it are gone, much like anything your Dad left in here.

“I miss you so much Dad.” You call out into the room as you lean against the main console, pressing a button accidentally and watch as it flashes up.

“This better be on.” You hear your Dad sigh heavily as he looks tired, his face lacking fullness as his eyes bore into the lense.

You stand still, listening to your Dad. It was recorded when he was trapped in space with Nebula, what he thought would be his last words. “And to Y/n who I hope never has to see this footage.” He pauses as he wipes his eyes heavily, an action you’re copying as you sniff loudly. “You’ll always make me proud, and to have you as my daughter, someone who is smart, witty and has the effortless charm every Stark has is something else.” A small laugh escapes your lips as you lean closer, lifting your hand up only to have it pass through the projection. “You’re going to do good Y/n. Whatever you do in life, you’ll be doing the right thing. I love you, honey, take care of your Mom for me.”

As the tape comes to an end, you fall to the ground. Sobs wrack your body after all this time of holding them back. You wanted to be strong for your Mom and Morgan, show everyone you could hold it together. But you can’t always be the strongest person in the room, not now anyway.

Bringing your legs close to your chest, you bury your face in your knees. You remain oblivious to the door opening, the sound of a sad sigh sounding from Peter as he spots you curled up in the middle of the room.

Peter remains silent. Instead of speaking up, he walks over and kneels down beside you, hesitantly reaching out and places his hand on top of yours.

The unexpected action causes you to jump and kick whoever is in front of you. With a haltered sob, you look to see Peter lying on the ground. “P,Peter?” You stutter, watching as he easily sits back up in front of you, half a smile on his face.

“Hey, I, are you alright?” He questions, brows furrowed together in concern.

Ever since Tony died and once the compound had been rebuilt, Peter came into the lab frequently. He felt he could talk to Tony in there, as crazy as it seemed. In this space, he felt inspired to better his suit, better himself to become the man he wants to be. What he hadn’t anticipated was finding you in here.

You shake your head. “Does it look like I’m okay?” You scoff lightly, but immediately feel pain burn through you. “Sorry, I, I found a video of my Dad when he was stuck in space.” You speak slowly, feeling your body shaking as Peter reaches out, taking your hand in his and listens to every word. “I, I never got to say goodbye, and that was the closest I’ll ever get.”

As you finish, the sobs return and you shuffle closer into Peter, letting him hold you close. He hushes you gently, not wanting to let go of you in this fragile state. All this time, he’s admired you. You were Y/n Stark, the girl everyone in his school knew. Most of the guys dreamt of meeting you more than Tony because you were their age. But Peter always saw past your beauty, he could see how alike you were to Tony. You were deeply intelligent, an innovator at heart.

“He told me to tell you,” Peter slowly speaks up, knowing now is the time to tell you.

Lifting your head up, you look at him closely. “He said something to you?”You whisper, afraid to raise your voice any higher as it might crack.

Peter nods, watching the tears pool in your eyes once again. “He said you’ll be fine, no matter what. He loved you so much, Y/n.” Peter can feel the tears falling from his eyes as he pictures himself in front of Tony, half his body burnt as Pepper held back her sobs.

You shuffle closer, resting in Peters's arms as you both remain seated in the middle of the lab. “Thank you Peter.” You tell him, not wanting to let go of the boy you once resented for how much time he spent with your Dad. Yet, you thanked him now, as he was able to share your Dad’s last words.

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Alone, Together | Chapter 33 | Morgan Rielly

Bee woke up to DMs. Lots of DMs. DMs that accused her of something completely different – not desperate, not clingy, not fat this time – something she’d never thought she’d be accused of.

THE TEAM CUM BUCKET

looks like you’re really getting on all the leafs dick like the fucking slut that u r

no better than a fucking whore. the biggest fuckin slut the leafs have ever seen, and that’s saying something.

biggest whore in all of toronto. how could u do that to morgan. all u want to do is become famous. your motivation is so clear and u r willing to do whatever it takes. can’t believe you would use someone as sweet as morgan

U R SUCH A FUCKING SLUT!!!!! UR SLEEPING W/ FRED NOW TOO AND UR NOT EVEN TRYING TO HIDE IT!!!!! UR THE FUCKING SLUTTIEST PERSON EVER NO WONDER EVERYBODY HATES UR GUTS!!!!! AND TO SHOW IT OFF AT ZACH’S WEDDING? UR SUCH AN AWFUL PERSON WHAT DOES MO EVEN SEE IN U

YOU’RE THE REASON EVERYONE WANTS TO LEAVE THE LEAFS

Wow, making your way onto the dicks of every member of the Leafs? We knew you were desperate girl but my God. You’d do anything to stay relevant. How could you do that to Morgan? And with Tyler fucking Ennis?! RIGHT IN FRONT OF MORGAN?! You’re heinous. Just fucking die already. You deserve it.

Slut

Such a whore

Slut

Fuckin whore

Slut

slut

S L U T

FUCKIN SLUT

Bee swore she felt her heart stop beating. Her stomach curled into knots as she read DM after DM expressing the same words and sentiments. She had no clue what they were so angry about and didn’t know what she had done to deserve such hateful language and vitriol to be thrown at her. She turned over onto her side, pulling the comforter over her head so she was alone beneath the covers with her phone. She tapped to open another message.

U seriously think this is ok????? U r such a fucking slut. Ur at a wedding full of past and current teammates and members of the Hyman family and this is how u act? Ur a trashy fucking whore and I have no idea what Morgan sees in u. I hope he breaks up with u. Literally any girl in Toronto is better than u.

The person had attached two photos, and Bee recognized Cassie’s Instagram handle at the top – they were screenshots of stories she had uploaded last night, Bee figured, and of course they had gotten around. In the first picture, Kasperi and Cassie were the subjects of the photo as they slow danced together, but in the background, Bee could be seen dancing with Tyler. In the second photo, she was kissing Fred’s cheek for bringing her poutine, and Fred had a shit-eating grin on his face.

It was all so innocent – friends celebrating together at another friend’s wedding – but of course people online didn’t see it that way. Scratch that – crazy people online didn’t see it that way. To these girls, she was a slut. A whore. She betrayed Morgan’s trust. She was cheating on him in plain sight, in front of all his teammates, with his other teammates, because she was a dirty, trashy fucking slut who had no morals. That was that. There was nothing that could change their minds – they were resolved in this opinion and in making her life a living hell. She could join a convent and become a nun and they would still complain, still tell her the black made her fat or that the habit made it look like she had a double chin. She could never win. They didn’t want her to live her life when all she wanted to do – and all Morgan wanted her to do – was to live her life.

Tears began to stream down her face. She couldn’t help it. Just like when Sydney was making backhanded comments about her appearance, she was only human and could only take so much. A person saying nasty things about her appearance or calling her “desperate” when she knew she was the furthest thing from it was one thing. But people saying nasty things about her character and morals, and about hers and Morgan’s relationship…that hit differently. That crushed her to her core. A fun night with friends celebrating a marriage was now grounds for people to question whether she was cheating on the love of her life with his friends. It made her sick to her stomach.

Just as she was about to lock her screen and find Morgan (judging by the smell of the apartment, he was frying up some bacon in the kitchen), another DM came through. Another picture. This time, it was of comments made underneath the post he made when she had graduated.

@sydneyemartin: wow @morganrielly that diamond cartier is one hell of a gift 😂 looks good

@morganrielly: not too ‘ghetto’ for you, syd?

Bee felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. She threw her phone down on the comforter and leapt out of bed, hurrying towards the kitchen where she knew he was. She saw him standing over the stove in his boxers and old t-shirt, the spatula in his hands moving back and forth to make the scrambled eggs. When he saw her, he smiled. “Morning, beautiful. Thought I’d let you sleep in and I’d cook breakfast, even though I’m pretty hungover.”

She rushed over to him, almost knocking him over by the sheer force in which she crashed into him and clung onto him for dear life. “Whoooooa whoa whoa whoa, hey…hey…” he cooed as she wrapped her arms around him tightly, her legs even moving to wrap around him even though he hadn’t picked her up yet. “Baby…baby…” he looked down at her, and it was only then when he could see the tears rolling down her cheeks and the redness of her eyes. “Baby, what’s wrong? What happened?” he asked worriedly.

“What if I j-just d-d-deleted Instagram? Deleted everything?” she cried into his chest. “What if I j-just disappeared off the face of the earth so these p-people couldn’t send me m-m-messages anymore?”

At the mention of Instagram and ‘these people’, the blood in Morgan’s veins ran cold and was replaced with anger and rage. His furrowed his brows and looked down at her crying into his chest. “What happened,” he demanded as calmly as he could.

Bee shook her head. “What did I ever do to them do deserve this? Why do they hate me so much?”

“Bumblebee…” Morgan said, lifting her up in his arms as he turned off the stove and brought them to the couch so they could sit down. She stayed on top of him, burying her face into his chest as he kept his arms wrapped around her. “Bumblebee, come on, talk to me. What happened?”

She took a deep breath and wiped away the tears falling down her cheeks before she lifted her head from his chest to look him in the eye. “C-Cassie uploaded these v-videos last n-night, and in one of them, m-me and T-Tyler and dancing in the background, when we were s-slow dancing to Frankie Valli and you and some of the b-b-boys were getting drinks, and in another, sh-she caught me k-k-kissing F-F-Fred on the cheek when he brought the p-p-poutine and you brought the f-fried chicken.”

“And?”

“And this m-morning, I get all these messages calling me a s-s-slut, a whore, that I’m ch-cheating on you and that I’m the biggest whore in Toronto and the t-t-eam cum bucket and--”

“The WHAT,” Morgan interrupted, his voice the purest form of anger she’d ever heard. “They called – they – they said what about you?” He didn’t even wait for her to answer. He’d heard the word perfectly fine. “I’m calling Steve Keogh. I’m calling Kyle and I’m calling Shanny and --”

“No, no Morgan, please, please,” she shook her head, grabbing at his hands desperately. “You don’t b-b-believe them, d-do you?” she asked, her voice so vulnerable it made his stomach twist in knots. “You don’t th-think I’d cheat on you with anyone, right? Let alone a t-teammate?”

“Briony --”

“I love you more than anything Morgan.”

“Briony --”

“You have to know I’d never – I’d never --”

“Briony, stop,” he placed his hands on her cheeks as she began to hyperventilate, tears still falling from her read eyes. “Briony, stop, please. I know baby. I know,” he kept repeating. “Listen to me. You. Did. Nothing. Wrong,” he enunciated each word clearly. “You did nothing wrong.”

“I would never --”

“Ssssshhhhhhh,” he cooed, giving her a quick kiss to try to calm her down. “Briony, breathe,” she said as gently as possible. “Breathe. Breeeeathe. You did nothing wrong.”

“I don’t want you to think --”

“You. Did. Nothing. Wrong,” he enunciated each word clearly again. “Briony, look at me. Look at me,” he said, placing his hand under her chin so they could lock eyes. “You are allowed to live your life the way you want to. You are allowed to do that. You weren’t able to for so long and now you can and I don’t want anybody to make you think that you’re not allowed to. You’re allowed to have fun. You’re allowed to do whatever you want and not face judgement from other people.”

She took a few deep breaths as she listened to Morgan’s words. Her cheeks were still stained with tears. “But you don’t think --”

“I’m not thinking anything besides punching those people in the damn face,” he said, giving her another quick kiss. “Briony, they’re low-lives. I’m so angry right now I could punch a wall. But I’m angrier about you thinking that you don’t deserve to live your life or that you think you have to live like some sort of nun. You did nothing wrong. We were at a wedding having fun.”

Bee took more deep breaths as she internalized his words. She knew they were wrong – she did, she knew it – but it was still tough to stomach. She was just a 23-year-old girl trying to survive in this world and they were attacking her for exactly what Morgan said – for having fun at a wedding. She rubbed at her eyes as she leaned her head into the crook of his neck. He wrapped his big arms around her into a bear hug. “I just don’t want you thinking I would ever do something like that to you. Tyler, he’s…he’s like the brother I never had. Same with Fred. I love them to bits but not the way I love you.”

“You don’t need to explain yourself,” Morgan stressed. “We were all having fun. It’s not illegal.”

“I just don’t understand why other people can’t see that,” she mused, a few stray tears still falling down her cheeks.

She felt Morgan’s chest rise and fall with the deep breath he took. “It doesn’t matter what they think. All that matters is that I love you,” he said. “Remember the first time we hung out? And you took me on that walk around the U of T campus and we ate our sandwiches in the quad? And it felt like it was just us in the middle of the city and no-one else?” he asked. She nodded her head in the crook of his neck. “And you remember our date at Cibo, when you were uncomfortable and felt like you didn’t belong, and I held your hand across the table and told you, ‘It’s just me’?” he asked. Bee nodded her head again. “Same thing Bumblebee. It’s just me. It’s just us. All the outside noise doesn’t matter. What matters is what happens between us. Nothing else. Us.”

Bee felt like crying again. God, he was so right. Nothing mattered besides them. Nothing anybody could say could ever take away from how much she loved him, and how much he loved her. None of it mattered. “I love you so much,” she whispered. “You know exactly what to say all the time to make everything better.”

“I will never question if you love me because I know you do,” he said, his tone serious. “You never have to prove you love me. And you never have to take abuse from people, ever. You left that behind when you were emancipated from Sharon and I’ll be fucking damned if anybody ever makes you feel the way she did when you were a kid.”

If it was possible, she snuggled into him even more, whimpering slightly, wanting to feel him on every inch of her body as she let more tears fall at his words. He tightened his bear hug on her and stayed quiet, letting her digest his words as he tried to calm himself down from the anger and rage he was feeling. They sat on the couch in silence together until he couldn’t feel her tears on his skin anymore. “Will you do me a favour? Please?”

“What?”

“Please take screenshots and send them to me,” he requested. She raised her head to look him in the eye and he brought his hands up again to caress her cheeks, her red eyes confused at what he was asking her to do. “Please, Bumblebee. I need to send them to Steve and I want to see what we can do about it.”

“Morgan--”

“I want to keep you safe, Briony. Please,” he stressed. “I don’t want you to have to go through this. I know that you have for a really long time already and I want it to stop. Please. Let me do this for you.”

She looked at him, with his big blue eyes and his dishevelled blonde hair and his blonde stubble, and he looked so concerned, so upset, so vulnerable, so angry, so protective all at once. All she could do was nod her head and lean into the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug again, settling into a silence as she wiped away the last of her tears.

It was a while before Bee spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. “Who told you what Sydney said?”

Morgan stayed silent. He knew he wouldn’t get away with not answering her question. “Alannah was really upset about it so she told Zach, who told me. Sydney should be ashamed of herself. I had no problem calling her out.”

Bee took a deep breath. She didn’t want to blow the situation out of proportion. “I hope she didn’t tell Aryne. She’d go into premature labour if she found out. She’d be like that dragon on Game of Thrones.”

Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle. He placed a kiss on the crown of Bee’s head and rested her cheek there. “I feel like I can be that dragon from Game of Thrones. I’m ready to burn down the entirety of Long Island for how rude and disrespectful she was to you.”

“Let’s…let’s just not talk about it anymore. She isn’t worth my time or energy,” Bee said, lifting her head from the crook of his neck. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

***

By the time Bee made it out of the bedroom after her shower (after her skincare routine, after towel-drying her hair, after putting on some comfy clothes), she emerged to find Tyler Ennis in her kitchen. He was already speaking with Morgan, who had his gym bag draped over his shoulder, and there was a brown paper bag on the counter with what smelled like freshly baked bagels. Morgan said he would be going to the gym, despite it being Canada Day, so she was pleasantly surprised that she wouldn’t have to spend the time alone before she and Morgan carried on with their day.

“Your eyes are red. Shampoo?” he asked as he hugged her.

She gave a quick look towards Morgan. She’d hoped the redness had died down enough, but apparently not. “No. Had a bit of a crying fest this morning.”

“Crying? Why?”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m cheating on Morgan with you,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Really? That’s news to me.”

“It’s all over my DMs,” she couldn’t help but smile as he feigned shock. “It’s not just you, by the way. I’m cheating with Fred, too. It’s a big ol’ three-way. My new nickname is the team cum bucket.”

“What the fuck?!” Tyler exclaimed as he looked between her and Morgan. “Are you fucking serious?”

“I’ve already texted Keogh about it,” Morgan said from the door. “You two have a good breakfast. I’ll see you in a bit.”

As Morgan left, Tyler looked back towards Bee. “Where did this come from?”

Bee sighed. Tyler didn’t need to know all the fundamentals, but he looked so concerned and she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep it from him. “Cassidy uploaded some videos from the wedding last night onto Instagram. In one of them, you and I are dancing to Frankie Valli. In another, I’m kissing Fred on the cheek for bringing me poutine.”

“And they called you…that because of it?” Tyler asked. Bee nodded her head. “Bee, you can’t…I can’t…I don’t even know what to say to that. That’s heinous. That’s completely--”

“Listen, I know you probably want to talk about it but I don’t,” Bee interrupted him. “I don’t even want to think about it. Can we just eat those bagels you brought before I have to share them with Morgan?”

Tyler couldn’t say no. He couldn’t deny her anything right now, especially anything that would make her happy. So he digressed, and they took out the bagels, and toasted them, and added the fresh lox and cream cheese he also bought, and Bee made cups of coffee in her French press, and they sat at the dining table eating and talking and going over their memories of the wedding last night. Tyler remembered dancing to Lizzo. He didn’t remember how many shots he’d had.

The entire time, Tyler had butterflies in his stomach. He didn’t want to have to do this. He hated to do it. He knew how she’d react and he didn’t want to see her upset and sad. But he knew he had to. So when she cleared their plates and mugs, and was loading everything into the dishwasher, he took a deep breath in. “Bee? Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked, his voice nervous.

“Of course. What’s up?” she asked, not looking at him as she loaded the last dish.

He noticed the time on the clock on the stove. “Um…C…Can we sit down?”

Bee immediately turned towards him, her brows furrowed in confusion and worry. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed. He couldn’t meet her eye as he tried to formulate the words to tell her the news. “Bee…listen. I…besides my mother, you’re the only other woman in my life who deserves to know before noon.”

Bee was silent. So was Tyler. They looked at each other for a moment before Bee’s chest tightened. “No.”

“Bee…”

“Not you.”

“Bee --”

“Not you Tyler. Not you. No,” she began to shake her head. Tears began to stream down her face almost immediately once the realization dawned on her. “Morgan said you wanted to stay here. You wanted to stay.”

“I did Bee. I did. But management…” he said, trailing off. His chest tightened as he noticed her tears. “Listen. I’ve signed with Ottawa. It’s Ottawa. It’s not that far away, Bee. You can come visit. I can come back to visit.”

It being Ottawa didn’t make it any better. He was leaving. He wasn’t going to be on the Leafs anymore, in Toronto, and that crushed her. She knew this day was coming – it nulling over in the back of her mind for a while – but she tried desperately to ignore it. She didn’t want to think about it. Patrick was gone, but Johnsson and Kapanen had signed new deals, so she thought things would be worked out. Jake’s situation was the most precarious for Morgan since they were so close. She didn’t think she’d have to face such heartbreak so early. “Tyler…”

“C’mere, Bee,” he said, extending his arms and giving her a big hug. “It was always a long shot for me to stay here. Ottawa will be a good opportunity for me. I can take on more of a leadership role there with the young guys there.”

She knew he was saying these things to himself as much as he was saying them to her. She didn’t want him to leave. Selfishly, she wanted him to stay in Toronto forever. “How long is it for?”

“One year, eight hundred grand,” he informed her. He could feel her tense up slightly when he revealed the contract length. He knew she was thinking of the possibilities of where he could end up in a year from now. If he ended up anywhere. “It won’t be all that bad, Bee.”

“You leaving is the worst, Tyler,” she mumbled.

“Hey…come on. Remember that night when you had that big fight with Morgan and we were in the washroom together? And I told you that you’d never be alone again? That you’ll always have family somewhere?”

She nodded her head. “You said I won’t feel pain if I don’t lose anything.”

“Exactly. “You’re not losing me, Bee,” he stressed. “You’re not losing me. Our friendship isn’t ending. I’m just moving. I mean…hey, I’m still in the same province.”

He had a point. She was crying as if he was moving to Timbuktu when in reality he’d only be four hours away – one hour if she flew. Three and a half, probably, if Morgan sped down the highway like he did on their way to the cottage. “But…it’s Ottawa.”

“Aaaaand there she is,” Tyler giggled, causing her to giggle as well as he let go of their hug. “You’re back. Typical Leaf fan, taking shots at Ottawa.”

“I’m still really sad about it,” she said, wiping a tear. “But I’m being selfish. I need to see this as a good opportunity for you.”

“You’re not being selfish, Bee. You’re a regular human being,” Tyler said. “Just don’t forget to be a regular human being when I’m gone.”

***

Ron Hainsey, Connor Brown, and Nikita Zaitsev were gone to Ottawa too by the end of the day, through either trades or by signing a deal like Tyler had. The Leafs also signed Jason Spezza, a veteran player and UFA from the Dallas Stars, to a one-year contract. Jake still hadn’t signed anywhere.

Mitch hadn’t signed a contract yet, either. Bee didn’t understand the concept of offer sheets and she didn’t want Morgan to explain it to her a fourth time, so she didn’t ask, but it was all anyone ever talked about when they mentioned Mitch. She read about his contract demands and possible scenarios and wondered if there was any truth to it. A couple of people mentioned how he wanted a high number, and that was putting pressure on the Leafs organization in being able to re-sign Jake. She didn’t want to sound awful and bitter, but if that was the case, she didn’t know if she’d be able to forgive Mitch. She knew how close Morgan and Jake were – hell, even how close she and Lucy were – and knew how stressed Morgan was about the entire situation from the get-go. If Mitch was being unreasonable in his demands, and those demands affected Morgan in any way, she had no choice but to be angry about it. Morgan was obviously more used to this sort of stuff than she was, but it didn’t make it any easier, especially considering it was Jake.

6:57pm. Morgan was loading the dishwasher. Bee was already curled up on the couch under a blanket, waiting for him to join her so they could watch a movie (read: watch Derry Girls because Bee would convince him to). The news had been on since dinner, but now, she was flipping through the channels to get to Netflix.

Her phone vibrated.

Morgan’s phone rang.

Bee wiggled from her position on the couch to retrieve her phone from her pocket. From the kitchen, she could hear Morgan answer his call. On her screen, she saw a text from Aryne.

Naz just got traded to Colorado.

Bee read the message over and over again, as if English was a foreign language and she didn’t understand the words on the screen. From the kitchen, she heard Morgan’s shocked voice. “Naz got what?!” She sat up and looked at him, his jaw dropped as he stood in the kitchen listening to whatever the person on the other end was telling him. “For Barrie?!”

Bee’s heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. She watched as Morgan walked over to the TV, grabbed the remote, and changed the channel to TSN. On the screen, Bee saw the words and faces appear before her. Toronto Maple Leafs trade Nazem Kadri and Calle Rosen to Colorado Avalanche in exchange for Tyson Barrie and Alexander Kerfoot.

“I can’t believe they actually fucking did it, John,” Morgan said into the phone, his mouth still wide open in shock. “I can’t…wait, what? They’re retaining 50% of Barrie’s salary? No we just turned it on right now.”

Bee stayed for as long as she could. She really did. It took her a while to internalize the magnitude of the situation. Naz was traded. To Colorado. Ashley. Ashley was due to give birth any day now and she just found out that she had to move to Denver, to an entirely different country. They would have to uproot their family. Their newborn baby. Everything that Naz had ever known – ten years in Toronto. He grew up here. He got married here. He lived his life here for ten years.

The analysts thought differently. There were barely any mentions of his contributions to the team for ten years. There were barely any mentions of how he had been a member of the Leafs when they were the worst team in the league, and how he stuck with them, how he believed in the team, the organization, how he worked through hell and high water to make the team successful, helping to bring them from the bottom of the standings to Stanley Cup contenders. There was no mention of a life lived and established outside of hockey in Toronto for ten years. No mention of his marriage, of Ashley moving here to be with him. No mention of the charity he established here, the money he donated to various causes around the city. No mention of how much his teammates liked him and valued his presence in the locker room. No mention of Naz becoming a new father soon.

Instead, mentions of his suspensions. How he was a player who let his emotions get the best of him. How he cost the team the playoffs twice in two years. How he was a wild child kid from London, Ontario who had a tough time establishing himself in the league under the leadership of Brian Burke. Nothing to do with family. Nothing to do with his successes. Everything to do with his perceived problems.

It wasn’t just Naz that was traded. It was Ashley too. And that’s what hurt Bee the most.

When Bee walked out of the room, she was still in shock. She tried calling Ashley, but of course, her line was busy. Bee decided to send a text with the only thing she could think to say.

I am so, so sorry.

Only when she was alone in the privacy of their bedroom did Bee start to cry uncontrollably. This was the couple that were over at Morgan’s apartment at the brink of dawn with extra clothes when her apartment got broken into. This was the couple that gave up one of their apartments so she could stay in it rent-free. This was the couple that helped her move into Morgan’s place months later, never expecting anything in return.

But the media never reported on stuff like that.

“Bumblebee,” Morgan said as he rushed through the door. Seeing her crying, the tears streaming down her face as she sat on the edge of the bed, shattered his heart into a million pieces. He knelt down in front of her and wrapped his arms around her tightly. He knew how much Ashley and Naz meant to her. “C’mere Bumblebee. It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

“No it’s not,” she cried into his shoulder, her breath hitching in her throat as she continued to sob.

“Bumblebee…” he cooed, rising from his position and still holding her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around him as he sat on the bed.

“Why them?! Why Tyler?! Why Naz and Ashley? Why?!” she demanded as she cried into his shoulder.

Morgan wished he had an answer. God, did he wish he had an answer. But he didn’t. He couldn’t answer for how tumultuous free agency was. He couldn’t answer for why it had to be Tyler, perhaps her closest friend she made on the team. He couldn’t answer for why it had to be Naz and Ashley, the couple that helped support her at her lowest, most vulnerable point.

“Bumblebee, look at me,” he whispered as he ran his fingers through her hair, trying to get her to calm down. When she raised her head, he saw the same red eyes and tear stained cheeks he had to deal with not even twelve hours earlier. Between the morning, the Tyler news, and this, Morgan felt like he had emotionally lived an entire week.

“I l-l-love them s-s-o much,” she hiccupped. “W-Why do they have t-to l-l-leave?”

“Bumblebee, I can’t answer th--”

“Why does everyone I love leave me?”

If it was possible, Morgan’s heart shattered even more. He tightened his arms around her and placed small kisses on her head and temple to try to calm her down. “Bumblebee, they’re not leaving you. They’re not leaving you. They – they’re leaving, but the friendships, the relationships you’ve built--”

“Th-Th-They’re like my family. M-My f-f-family I’ve never had,” she sobbed out.

“I know, Bumblebee.”

“Why do they have to leave?”

“Bumblebee – Bumblebee, they’re not going to leave your heart,” Morgan said, cradling her cheek and wiping away tears with his thumb. “Think about it. They might be in Denver and you might be here but they’re never going to leave you like you think they will.”

She was too emotional to take in his words, to internalize them and realize he was right. Her heart was hurting too much to make sense of anything and all she could do was cry. And Morgan could only hold her, hoping that the sense of abandonment she felt would pass, though he knew that was wishful thinking. All he could do was hold her and rub her back as she sobbed into his shoulder and kept asking why.

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Promises - Chapter Six

Chapter Summary: Rules and red tape. Bucky and Izzy make the agreement that will redefine their friendship from then on out. Bucky thinks this is singularly the best and the worst idea he’s ever agreed to. It’s not like there’s a chance something will go wrong further down the line, right? Right?

A/N: Ok so I toyed with abbreviated text speak for the [text messages] but it annoys me so much I can’t bring myself to put it in there, authenticity be damned. Yes, I’m anally retentive, it IS a big problem, and no, I’m not currently seeking help ;)

I’m just going to apologise that this chapter is mainly dialogue, and probably not all that good dialogue either, but it sets everything up for Bucky and Izzy’s friends with benefits relationship. The next couple of chapters after this are going to be smut central so you have been warned.

Warnings: Tiny bit of angst - Bucky is feeling the stress. Mostly just fluff and talking.

PROMISES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST | MOBILE MASTERLIST

Belated Prologue Part Five - The Rules

At a little after lunch time the next day, Bucky’s phone buzzed to life.

[Izzy] Morning Buckinator! This is your next morning sobriety text! X

So much for her forgetting, he thought ruefully. I guess I’m really gonna have to consider the options, now. Fuck!

[Buck] Good morning. You feeling rough? x

[Izzy] I feel like I licked the inside of a trash can. What did you give me to drink? Booty juice? X

[Buck] Hey, you asked for it x

[Izzy] I remember asking for something else too… so how about it? ;)

Euphoria. Fear. Anticipation. Dread. He felt them all and more each time he thought about the predicament that Izzy was putting him in. He made a promise to himself that he’d keep his feelings under wraps, and do whatever he could to keep her in his life. She was offering him something that he never thought he’d ever have but it was only half of what he wanted and it could ruin them if things went badly.

Rules were a good idea, they would help keep things in check and set boundaries. There were only a few things that Bucky really wanted out of this arrangement and that was to safeguard their friendship and for it not to be a drunken booty call thing. Oh, and safe sex.

[Buck] I dunno Iz we got a lot to lose if this goes bad x

[Izzy] It won’t. Pinky promise. XX

She had to go and say fucking ‘pinky promise’.

[Buck] What got you started on this idea?

[Izzy] Honestly? I’m horny and every guy I meet either comes with some amount of bullshit that I just don’t have the time or energy for right now. I need a friend, someone who understands and will share this with me. Guys I meet for 1 night are just there to get themselves off. I want a bit more respect than that. X

[Buck] And your 1st thought was me? xx

[Izzy] Actually no, my first thought was paying for an escort but that doesn’t get you over the awkwardness of sex with a stranger. X

[Buck] I dunno that can be fun :p

[Izzy] Fun but not what I’m looking for. X

[Buck] Fair enough. Why me? xx

[Izzy] Of all of the people I know who would probably sleep with me, you’re the safest option. I can’t ask Steve, he’d die of embarrassment lol. X

Steve would probably drop down dead if Izzy had asked him. As it was, Bucky wasn’t doing much better. His mouth was dry and he was almost shaking with nerves, skin pale and clammy. Panic was growing in his chest and all he could think about was losing her if this all went tits up. He registered somewhere in the back of his mind that Izzy had put him on the list of people who would maybe want to sleep with her. He didn’t know if that said more about her or him, and didn’t know if he should be offended or not. He let it slide.

[Buck] I’m pretty much dying over here too xx

[Izzy] You can say no, Bucky. I’ll not be upset or anything. XXX

[Buck] true story? x

[Izzy] True story. Listen, are you free in an hour? X

[Buck] Yep, I work at 6 though x

[Izzy] Come round to mine, we’ll talk ok? XX

[Buck] Ok doll xx

Jesus what was he doing? This had to be the worst and the best idea of all time. He was torn between protecting what he had and seizing this new opportunity. He might actually get the chance to sleep with Izzy, more than once too, and have it not ruin their friendship

Izzy answered the door in lounge wear; black leggings, novelty slippers and a huge white rolling stones t-shirt. There was no big showy seduction going down here which made him feel more at ease. He was usually confident when it came to sleeping with women but this was one of his best and oldest friends. There was a history there that he cherished as much as he cherished her.

“Drink?” She offered, shuffling off to the kitchen in her slippers.

“Soda, coffee, whatever. I’m easy.”

“Well I had heard that about you but I didn’t want to believe the gossip.” She quipped.

“I see my reputation precedes me. I presume that’s why I’m here.” It was half a joke and half serious.

He was curious as to whether Izzy had chosen to ask him because he slept around a little and had no problem with no strings sex. The problem was, with her, there were so many strings it was a tenuously strung web of feelings and memories. No part of this was going to be easy for him, but she had asked, and he would give her anything.

She passed him a chilled can of diet Pepsi before slouching on the sofa. She seemed comfortable with him, even in this awkward situation.

“I wouldn’t say it preceded you but I’m aware of it.” She smirked lightly.

“I do come with recommendations.” Bucky raised a sarcastic eyebrow.

She nodded, distracted, distant. The missed opportunity for a ‘your mom’ joke betrayed her nerves.

“Look, you can say no. I understand it’s not ideal. I just need someone reliable who gets me and won’t hurt me. Someone I connect with but who won’t make demands on my time or dictate to me how to live my life. You’re one of the most laid back guys I know and you’ve always looked after me, Bucky. I just need someone I can be with without any drama, you know, without any bullshit.”

Bucky felt like he was watching the scene from somewhere deep in his skull, too far behind his own eyes for him to actually be in control of his own mouth at this point. What she was asking for was virtually everything he wanted but he wanted love too. She was willing to give him almost everything he wanted other than a full-on relationship.

He decided it was as close as he was ever going to get and who knew, maybe the feelings would come for her later, just maybe she could learn to love him like he loved her. Or even part way to that and he’d be ok with it.

“I know I can, Iz, it’s just that I really cherish what we have and if this thing that we’re talking about here doesn’t work, and if it ruins our friendship I don’t know what I’d do. You and Steve, you’re everything to me. I can’t lose you, not for a few tumbles in the sack.” He was being as honest as he could without breaking his promise to himself.

“Then that’ll be one of the rules.” She said, regarding him carefully.

Bucky licked his lips absently as he thought about it. It could work, if they absolutely promised each other that their friendship came first, no matter what.

“Okay.” He said, blowing an unsteady breath out through pursed lips.

“Okay?” She jumped with anticipation.

“Yeah.” Bucky sighed right before Izzy threw herself forward to hug him.

“You’re awesome!” She breathed against his neck.

She felt different, all of a sudden. The giddy thrill of holding her with his feelings kept hidden had been replaced with the deep burn of longing. He had permission to want her now, permission to touch her more than he ever had, but yet he didn’t. They needed to set boundaries.

Pulling away, he stood up, turning his back to her as he collected himself.

“I have requirements.” Bucky said, after a few long moments of silence where they both just existed in the space, contemplating how everything was going to be different for them both after this.

“Okay,” she pulled out her phone. “Rule 1.”

“Protection. The sex always has to be safe.”

“Okay, yeah, good.” She typed quickly. “Rule 2.”

“Respect.” Bucky crossed his arms across his chest and frowned slightly as he searched for the right words. “No drunken booty calls, or making the other person feel shit for saying ‘no’. We respect each other as we always have and respect our other friends too.”

“Okay, got it.” She smiled softly.

“You do one or I’ll feel like I’m dictating.”

“Rule 3. No catching feelings.” She said after a long pause. “If it’s just sex it should be just sex. One person falling for the other will probably end in disaster so no feels and no jealousy.”

That was her first rule, no falling in love with him? Did it matter that he had already fallen for her? She said ‘no catching feelings’ but his were already caught. No matter how he looked at it, it still hurt to hear.

“Ok, in that case rule 4 should be no displays of affection. No kissing, no cuddling, no holding hands romantically, no gifts other than maybe the standard shit we’ve always done at Christmas or birthdays.” He clenched his jaw slightly. This was more difficult than he’d thought it would be. “Rule 4 supports rule 3. If there’s to be no chance of one of us catching feelings then avoiding the little things like that will help.”

“Right.” Her fingers tapped frantically over her phone screen. “Rule 5. We both have to get off. I’m about done with guys and their panda antics.” She said with a frustrated sigh.

“Panda antics?”

“You know. That joke? Why is a man like a panda? Because he eats, shoots and leaves.”

“Ohhhh, that’s witty.” Bucky smothered his smirk. “You know I’d never do that to you, right?”

“Let’s call this insurance.”

“What if I want to get you off but not myself?” He couldn’t believe he was even discussing this stuff with her.

“I suppose that’s your call.” She bit her lip thoughtfully. “Okay, so we both have to be willing to make sure we both get off, unless we choose otherwise for ourselves.”

“Okay, deal. Rule 6.” Bucky sat back down beside Izzy, the warmth of her leg against his was both comforting and alluring. “We only do this while we’re both single. And we’re up front about the people we’re seeing.” He wanted to know in advance if there was to be someone else on the scene.

“As soon as we think we might like someone we press pause.” Izzy was concentrating on getting it all down on her phone as Bucky watched her. The way she chewed the inside of her mouth, her minuscule frown. He couldn’t believe he was this close to having her.

“Rule 7?”

“Rule 7.” She mused. “We have to keep it secret.”

“Yeah, Steve would freak the fuck out!”

“Imagine the lectures? Oh god!” She laughed.

“No one is gonna understand this whole thing so yeah, keeping it to ourselves is a good call.” Bucky could do that. The only person either of them would have an issue keeping a secret from was actually Steve. It would be interesting to see if he could tell there was something going on.

“Rule 8. Just sex, no making love.” She sat back against the cushions as she wrote. “No sleepovers in the same bed either. And we should probably avoid using the word ‘love’ at all too.” She tapped her phone against her thigh as she mentally weighed the idea. “If we never say it, even to describe something, then it can never be misconstrued. Rule 3, remember?”

“Sure.” He said in absent agreement. “Define making love.”

“Oh, you know, slow and passionate, with kissing and holding each other. Staring lovingly into each other’s eyes, that sort of thing.”

“Right.” He had a significant downward turn to his excitement now. All these rules put in place just to stop either of them from catching feelings. Knowing when you were breaking rule 8 might be difficult but he supposed that if you left out the kissing and eye contact then some slow sex might get past unnoticed. “Rule 9?”

“No nudes.”

“Seriously?” Disappointment didn’t cut it.

“Seriously!” She chastised. “There’s no way I’m letting naked pictures of myself anywhere near your phone, that any one of your friends might see… Hell no!”

“What if I wanted to send but not receive?”

“You wouldn’t want to receive?”

“Well, yeah I would, but…”

“No nudes, Bucky.”

“Ahh come on, you’re breaking my balls here.”

“What would you want them for anyway?”

“You have to ask.” He laughed.

Izzy just shook her head with a bemused smile. She knew, of course she did. All guys liked to keep something to get them going with their personal time.

“Okay then, rule 10?”

The pair of them pondered in silence for a few moments.

“I got nothing.” Bucky shrugged.

“Ooooh!” Izzy twitched. “Rule 10 should be the all-encompassing friendship rule. Our friendship comes first, no matter what.”

How could he have forgotten that one? It was the thing that was most important to him. The first thing he’d said before they even started concocting rules and boundaries.

“That’s the most important thing to me, Izzy, I mean it.”

“Me too.” She smiled and squeezed his hand.

After a long pause, she read through the 10 rules they had drawn up. There were a few things that weren’t covered but they could go on for days creating red tape for themselves.

Red tape, hmm, I wonder.

“So is there anything you don’t like, or won’t try? Anything that’s a total turn off?” Bucky wanted to get some insight into the territory he’d be traversing.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I guess we just talk about it? Do the respect thing, no forcing each other and no guilt trips if one of us says no.”

“Sounds fair.” Bucky nodded. “And when exactly are you thinking we start this arrangement?”

“Whenever you’re ready.” She said calmly, like this wasn’t the most nerve racking thing he’d done since leaving the army.

Bucky just blinked. Was he ready?

Continue to chapter seven >>>

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When Worlds Collide

Summary: Bella's godfather brings her to New York to escape her heartbreak. What happens when the past comes back to haunt her? Can The Avengers save her, or has her fate always been sealed? Will she save herself? Non-canon. Bella Swan/Steve Rogers Other genres: Suspense, supernatural

Rating: M

Written with: @perfectpieceofourforever

Chapter 1

BPOV

The bell above the door rings as someone walks into the store. I’m sitting at the checkout, trying not to fall asleep from boredom.

Mike walks up to the desk just as I’m trying to conceal a yawn.

He laughs. “Slow day, Bella?”

“Every day is a slow day,” I quip.

He checks his watch, and then shrugs; he doesn’t disagree. “You can go if you want. I’ll cover the checkout.”

I look at the time on the cash register. It reads 4:30 and think about it for a split second.

“Sure. Thanks!” I stand up from behind the desk and walk out into the back room to collect my bag. Mike is standing behind the checkout when I come back. I silently pray that he won’t ask me out. Again.

“Hey, Bella.” He runs a hand through his hair, and my heart pangs at the familiar motion but for different reasons. “You know if you’re ever free …”

I cut him off. “Mike, we’re friends, right?”

He sighs and then nods. “This town is too small, isn’t it?”

I smile. “Most definitely.” I dig into my bag for the keys to my truck and then hitch my bag up onto my shoulder. “See you in a few days.”

I walk out of the store and do a small fist pump on the way out—maybe I’ve finally gotten through to him!

I look at myself in the rearview mirror and rub my eyes. The girl looking back at me hasn’t smiled properly in a long time, and I wonder when that’s going to change. I sigh and then crank the truck into reverse.

I pull into our street and notice an Audi on the side of the road that I haven’t seen before. My heart skips a beat, but I try to ignore it. It isn’t parked outside my house, so it must be someone visiting a neighbor.

I park my truck in the driveway and apply the parking brake. I grab the food I got from the diner and get out. I look back along the street as I’m walking up to the porch and gaze wistfully at the Audi.

I shake my head and turn back to the front door, putting my key in and unlocking the door.

“You know, you really ought to secure your house more thoroughly.”

I scream and drop my drink, and it spills all over the floor. Ice cubes rattle all over the floorboards, and I can’t help but think about having to clean that up later.

“Hi, kiddo.”

I turn toward the voice with my hand on my chest as if that’s going to slow down my racing heart. Once I focus on the visitor standing in my living room, the Audi outside makes sense.

“Uncle Tony?” I drop the bag of food on the floor and race toward him, throwing my arms around his neck, and start to cry.

He hugs me back tightly. “Oh, Bella. What happened to you?”

I cry even harder and try to talk through the sobbing. “It’s so good to see you.” I pull back and wipe the tears from my face.

Uncle Tony looks at me. “It looks like we have a lot to catch up on.” He goes to sit back down on the couch, and I stay standing. “Bella?”

I wipe my eyes of tears again and go to sit down next to him. “Why are you here?”

“Charlie called.” He hasn’t ever been able to lie to me. “But, you know, I was planning on coming anyway. Since you’ve graduated and all that.”

“Hmm.”

“C’ mon, Bella. You can just as easily pick up the phone.”

“And what, leave a message with Pepper, or JARVIS?

He winces. “That isn’t fair.” He grins. “It’s hard work, saving the world, you know.” And then he winks at me.

I can’t help but smile. “I am glad you’re here. To be honest, I’m surprised Dad didn’t call you sooner.”

Tony has the decency to look sheepish. “Or did he call you sooner?” I gulp. “How much do you already know?”

“It doesn’t matter because I want you to tell me.”

I fall back against the sofa and take a deep breath. It doesn’t matter how much he knows, and it doesn’t matter how much I tell him because, for once in my life, I don’t care that I’m about to admit I dated a vampire and that he completely and utterly broke me into pieces, and that I haven’t been the same even though it’s been almost two years. I sit up again, square my shoulders, and dive into the story.

xoxo

I talk for what feels like ages. I tell him everything. About Edward being a vampire, and that his whole family is as well. I tell him about Phoenix, and James, and my birthday … and then I get to the part about him taking me into the woods behind my house and telling me that he didn’t want me anymore.

“I don’t want you to come.”

“You don’t want me?”

“No.”

The memory comes to me, and I shake away the feeling. I tell him about how I’ve been like a zombie since it happened; that I haven’t done anything … I haven't wanted to do anything. I tell him why I’m still in Forks, and that the reason I haven’t left— why I didn’t go to college—is because I’m secretly wishing he’ll come back. I wipe away tears that have fallen while I’ve been telling my story, and then let out a breath as I finish talking. “So, that’s it.” I look at Uncle Tony to see if I can tell what he’s thinking about, but he looks impassive as always.

He looks at me and smiles. “Do you feel better now?”

I’m shocked by his first choice of words. I just told him I dated a vampire. I narrow my eyes at him. “You knew, didn’t you?”

He tilts his head. “I believe when I called you at various points last year you told me that you had a boyfriend, and I might have happened to do a check on him to see what I could find.” He shrugs. “There wasn’t much, which made me curious … but then I found out he was connected to Carlisle Cullen, and I realized I’d met him before.” I can’t help but wince at the name being mentioned. “I knew there was something weird about him, but I didn’t know they were vampires until you said the words.”

“I shouldn’t have told you. I shouldn’t have even known in the first place.” I wring my hands. “But I do feel better for getting it all off my chest. I just haven’t been right, not … since it happened. I haven’t been myself. I haven’t been able to tell anybody.” I decided it probably isn’t the best time to bring up Jacob and the fact that I’m also friends with a werewolf.

“I could kill him.” He growls.

I laugh. “You couldn’t even if you wanted too. He’s a vampire. Indestructible comes with that territory.”

Headlights shine into the front window, interrupting our conversation. “Charlie’s home.” I look at him. “And he doesn’t know any of this.”

“Duh.” He puts his arm around my shoulders, and I lean into him. “It’s going to be okay, Bella.” He kisses my head. “I promise.”

The front door opens and Charlie walks in. “Bells!” he shouts. “I’m home!”

“I’m right here, Dad. There’s no need to yell.”

“Jeez!” He jumps, and it makes me snicker. “Why is there food on the floor, Bella?”

“Oh, I forgot about that. Dad, we have a visitor.”

“Hi, Charlie.” Uncle Tony stands up from the couch and heads toward my dad, and they hug the only way men seem too.

“Tony! What a surprise to see you.”

I roll my eyes and walk past them to pick up the food I dropped on the floor earlier in my surprise. “You’re a terrible liar, Dad. I know you called him.” I go into the kitchen and dump the bag in the trash. I walk back out with the mop in my hand to clean up the drink I also spilled on the floor.

“A call that was long overdue,” Tony says.

I don’t reply as I mop up the spilled drink on the floor.

“Bells, what happened?”

“Oh, Uncle Tony made me jump as I was coming in so I dropped my drink all over the floor, and then my food …” My stomach chooses that moment to rumble rather loudly. I place my hand over my stomach as if to hold the noise in.

Charlie laughs. “Pizza?”

Dad and Uncle Tony have been talking for hours since we’ve had dinner, and I’ve been sort of watching TV while listening to their conversation.

“Bella?”

“Hmm?” I turn toward my dad.

“Can you turn that off for a second?”

I look at him quizzically but turn off the television and turn around to face them properly.

“Do you have plans, Bella?” Tony asks.

I frown. “Plans?”

He pauses for a second. “College?”

I look away and wring my hands.

“You gonna tell him, Bells?”

I stay silent, and Charlie sighs. “Bella applied to a few colleges during her senior year. Columbia was one of them, and they offered her a full-ride scholarship, and she turned it down.” I look back at my dad, and he looks upset.

Tony doesn’t say anything. I guess he doesn’t have too.

I bite one of my fingernails. The room is silent.

Charlie sighs and stands up; he leaves the room without saying a word and climbs the stairs silently.

“Bella?” I turn to look at Tony. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t want to leave. How could I? What he if came back, and I wasn’t here?” My voice breaks. “But I already know he isn’t coming back.” I run my hand through my hair. “God, I need to get over it.” I move from the chair I was sitting in and back to the couch to sit next to him. I lean my head on his shoulder. “It was so stupid.”

“Come to New York with me.”

I sit back. “What?” He doesn’t reply. “Are you crazy?”

“It has been said before.”

I laugh. “I can’t just go.”

“Why not?”

“Because … What about Charlie? What about my job?”

Tony pats my knee. “Bella, Charlie will be all right, and do you care that much about your job?”

“Well, no, but …”

He raises an eyebrow.

I gulp, and my voice becomes quiet. “What if he does come back?”

“Bella.”

A lone tear runs down my cheek, and I wipe it away. I turn to look out the front window, the streetlight at the end of our driveway lights up the back of my truck.

“Say something.”

“What do you want me to say?” he asked in a detached voice.

“Tell me you forgive me.”

Another tear runs down my cheek.

“Mike Newton ended up in this conversation because Mike Newton would be a hell of a lot healthier for you to be with.”

“I’d rather die than be with Mike Newton. I’d rather die than be with anyone but you!”

“Don’t be melodramatic, please.”

I wipe another tear from my cheek.

“But my kind … we’re very easily distracted.”

“It will be as if I never existed.”

“You’re not good for me, Bella.”

He isn’t coming back. I’ve known this the whole time, but I’ve been lying to myself. Charlie’s tried so hard to pull me out of this funk I’ve been in, and I know he’s disappointed in me for giving up that scholarship and staying in this town where nothing ever happens.

All because I’m heartbroken over a boy I dated for six months. I’ve spent more time pining over his return than the time we ever spent together. A boy I loved and thought I wanted to spend forever with. A boy I thought loved me too. A boy I was willing to turn immortal for.

But he’s gone. And he isn’t coming back. There’s no point wishing for it anymore.

I don’t know how long it’s been quiet, but Uncle Tony is patiently waiting. I turn to look at him and wipe the last remaining remnants of tears off my face.

“I’ll come to New York with you.”

He stands up from the couch, and I walk over to hug him.

“I know this will be good for me.”

“It sure will be, kid.” He kisses the top of my head. “It sure will be.”

I come downstairs the following morning, and Tony is folding up the bedsheet from the couch.

I already know what his answer will be before I ask the question. “How’d you sleep?” I snicker.

“Like a baby. That spring poking into my left kidney helped lull me to sleep …” He turns to glare at me.

“I’ll sleep down here if you’re staying for a few more days,” I say as I walk toward the kitchen and begin to pour some coffee.

He leans against the doorframe. “It depends on how many days you think it’ll take you to pack everything up.”

I turn around to face him. “Huh?”

“Always so eloquent.”

I blush and hand him a cup of coffee. “What do you mean?”

He shrugs. “Is there any use in hanging around? You can hand in your notice at your job, pack up, and we can go.”

“I dunno …”

He gives me a look. “Why are you stalling?”

“I haven’t even told Charlie that I’m going, and you want me to hand in my notice at Newton’s today?”

“You need to give your father more credit. You don’t think this was his idea to begin with?”

I blink at him. “Huh?”

Tony laughs and sits down at our kitchen table. I know he’s been here before, but it looks odd to see him sitting in our very humble kitchen. “When Charlie called me way back in September last year”—he pauses, and I can’t help but wince—“he told me what had happened and wanted me to come and persuade you to leave then, but I knew you wouldn’t want to go. He’s been keeping me updated, and then you didn’t want to go to Florida to your mother, which I can’t say I blame you. I knew there wasn’t any point in trying to get you to come to New York either. So, we waited until you’d graduated. I didn’t know about Columbia. I’m surprised you didn’t tell me about that.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “Do you still want to go to college?”

I sit down opposite him at the table. “Well, yeah, but I turned them down, so they’re not going to still want me anyway. And hasn’t the semester started already?”

He waves his hand in a noncommittal gesture. “I can pull some strings.”

I roll my eyes. “Of course, you can.” I take a sip of coffee.

He stands up. “So when can we go because I can’t sleep another night on that couch.”

“I know I don’t have a lot of stuff, but even I can’t pack it all up in less than a day. Give me two days?”

He groans. “Ugh, fine, but I’m going out to buy Charlie a proper couch today.” I start walking up the stairs. “One that’s a futon!” he calls up the stairs, and I laugh.

Tony was serious about going to buy Dad a new couch. He’s scrolling through the GPS to find somewhere to buy one as I get out of the car at Newton’s.

The rumor mill of Forks isn’t going to be able to cope after seeing Tony Stark walking around town.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, to psych myself up, before pushing open the front door of the store. There’s no one in the store as I walk in, but it’s October, so it’s hardly surprising. I walk up to the checkout desk, and there’s no one around.

“Hello?”

“Bella?” Mike says from behind me.

“Oh, jeez!” I jump.

He walks behind the checkout desk and looks bashful. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He looks perplexed. “You know you’re not working today, right?”

“Um, yeah. Is your mom or dad around?”

“No. They’re out of town. They’ve had to go to some wholesaler show or something.”

I groan internally, I didn’t want to give my notice to Mike directly. I put the envelope on the counter. “Can you make sure they get that, please? It’s important.”

He picks the envelope up from the counter. “Are you leaving?” He doesn’t have to open it to know what it is.

“Um, yeah.”

“Where are you going?”

“Uh, to New York. I’ve decided to go to college after all.” I shrug.

“Nice.”

There’s a brief silence. “So, please make sure your parents get that letter. I won’t be here for my shift on Friday because I go in, like, two days. It’s all been a bit sudden.” I’m rambling. “But, hey, it’s been great working here, and please pass that on.”

“Bella?” I hear Tony’s voice as he walks into the store.

“Coming! Take care, Mike.”

Tony appears around the corner. “Ready?”

Mike looks back between me and Tony, looking even more perplexed than he already did. I roll my eyes. “See ya!” I turn around and make my way out of the store. I hold the door open for Tony. “I told you not to come in there!”

He laughs. “I just really wanted to see that kid's reaction. Priceless.”

“Ugh, people are gonna be gossiping so badly now.” I climb into the Audi. “Did you get a couch?”

“You think it would fit in this car? They’re dropping it off later.”

“Dad is gonna kill you, but I know you don’t care.”

“Nope.” He starts the engine and pulls out of the parking lot.

“I suppose this means I better start doing some packing.” I groan.

“You said earlier you don’t have much stuff!”

“Well, I don’t, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to enjoy it.”

I’ve been upstairs sorting and packing stuff all afternoon, and I’ve officially had enough. I have more stuff than I thought I did. I stand up from my bedroom floor and groan due to how stiff I’ve gotten. I head down the stairs just as Charlie walks in the front door. “Hi, Dad.”

“Hey, Bells.” He hangs up his gun belt and walks into the living room. He stops in the doorway, looking at the new couch. I press my lips together to stop from laughing. “What’s this? Where’s my couch gone?”

Tony comes round the corner from the kitchen with a dishtowel over his shoulder. “It’s a new couch!”

Dad looks at Tony. “I didn’t need a new couch.”

It’s a blocky, square modern-looking thing, slung low to the ground and beige. Dad’s glaring between Tony and the new couch. My guess is it’ll be stained within the day.

“I respectfully disagree, Charlie. I’m staying here another couple of nights, and I couldn’t have that other couch pressing springs into my back anymore. So, now you have a new couch!”

“You are insufferable.”

“The only way you like me.” Tony winks.

“All right, you two, get a room.” I sit down on the new couch. “I like it. It’s comfy.” I grin.

“Bella has something to tell you, Charlie.”

I glare at Tony. Dad sits down next to me. “I’ll just be carrying on with dinner.” Tony disappears back into the kitchen.

“You leaving?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

Charlie has never been one for affection, but he leans over and hugs me. “That'll be good for you, Bells.”

I hug him back. “Thank you, Dad.”

“Just try not to turn too New York, okay?”

I laugh. “I’ll try.” I stand up. “I better go pack some more.” I head back up the stairs and into my bedroom. I go to step around some of the stuff on the floor but trip over one of my sneakers and land hard. “Shoot!” I rub the bottom of my foot. I look down and notice that the floorboard is sticking out. “Huh.” I kneel and pull up the wood. I let out a breath at what I see. I pick up the handful of stuff and place it next to me. I move my legs from under me and sit down properly. I look through the stuff and find the pictures that had been removed from my photo album, the CD he made me, and airline tickets to go see my mom in Florida.

“Bella? Dinner is ready.”

“I’ll be there in a second.” My voice breaks at the end.

Tony comes to stand next to me. “Bella?” I hand him the stuff. “What’s this?” He looks through it all.

“They were my birthday presents from last year, and he hid them. I just found them under the floorboard.” I stand up and hold my hand out. “Give them here.” Tony hands me the stuff, and I walk out of my bedroom and run down the stairs. I open the front door and run down to the trashcan on the sidewalk. I drop the things inside and slam the lid back on. “You’re a cowardly bastard.” I turn back and walk to the front door.

Tony raises his eyebrows at me from the front door. “You okay?”

“I am now.” I close the front door. “What’s for dinner?”

“Kraft mac and cheese.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone to cook dinner.”

I wake up on Friday morning, feeling a bit odd, and then I realize that today is the day I leave Forks. I lie in bed for a little while and then decide I should get out of bed and go use the bathroom. I come back and get dressed, and then pack my few last-minute things into a backpack. The stuff I’ve decided to take with me has already been shipped to New York.

I pick up one of my suitcases and head down the stairs.

“Morning, sunshine,” Tony calls out.

“Good morning. You haven’t made breakfast today have you?”

“No, you’re safe. I made pancakes for you,” Dad says from the couch.

“Thanks, Dad.” I sit down at the kitchen table and start eating.

“I’ll go grab the rest of your stuff, Bella,” Tony says, and then climbs the stairs.

Dad comes to sit opposite me. “I’m proud of you, Bella.”

I put down my fork after I eat my last pancake. “You are?”

“Of course. You��re doing a brave thing. I know you didn’t want to go, and I hope you don’t mind that I called Tony, or that he’s known about this the whole time.”

“You needed someone to talk too, and of course, I don’t mind. I know this will be good for me, Dad, and to be honest, I’m kinda excited.” I smile.

He stands up and holds out his arms. I push my chair back, stand up, and walk into his hug. “I love you, Dad.”

He kisses the top of my head. “I love you too, Bella.”

I step away from him, and we walk out of the kitchen to the front door.

“You ready to go, Bella?” Tony says from the car. He walks up the path to the bottom of the steps.

“Yeah.” I turn around and hug my dad again. “I’ll call you when we get there.”

He pats my back. “Okay.”

I look up at him, and his eyes look watery. I walk down the steps to the car as Tony walks up to talk to Dad. “Look after her, Tony.”

“With my life, Charlie.” They hug, and Tony joins me back in the car. I climb into the passenger seat and buckle in my seatbelt.

“Ready?”

“Let’s go.”

Tony reverses the car out of the driveway, and I wave at my dad as we drive away. I wipe a lone tear away as we head out of the street. We pass the welcome sign into the town and head out onto the highway. I’m going to miss Forks and I’ll especially miss Charlie, but I know this is the start of something new for me, a new chapter. For the first time in the last year, my broken heart isn’t ruling my every move.

We arrive at the airport in Port Angeles a little over an hour later. Tony drives onto a part of the tarmac and parks next to a small airplane. He gets out of the car and heads over to the plane. I stay in the passenger seat and watch as Happy comes out to greet Tony.

I’m looking around the airport when the car door is opened. I gasp and swing round to face Tony.

“Are you getting out? Or are you going to stay here?”

“You scared me! You have to stop doing that!”

He rolls his eyes and closes the door behind him and makes a “come on” motion with his hand. I climb out and walk round to the trunk of the car.

“Your stuff is already on the plane, Bella.”

“Oh.” I blush. “Sorry.” I make my way toward the plane and climb the steps. I stop just inside the door of the plane, completely in awe. “Wow.”

“Cool, right?” Tony says from behind me.

“I’m never going to be able to get on a normal airplane again.”

He laughs.

I sit down and look out of the window.

“It’s nice to see you again, Bella.”

I turn around and smile at Happy. “Hi.”

Tony sits down opposite Happy. “We should be in the air for about six hours.”

“Okay.” I look out the window as the plane starts to move forward, the speed picks up as we go to take off, and I say goodbye to Washington. At least, for now.

#marvel #marvel fic #twilight #twific #fanfic #fanfiction #bella swan #tony stark #captain america #steve rogers

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too-strange-for-earth · 5 years

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Memories 7

A/n: I just stopped trying at this point so here’s my shitty writing.... please someone request something that isn’t the next part. Update, I think my pinkie is broken... it been a week and its bent weirdly.

Tags: @bandsandanimefreak @fortheloveoflamp @naomiiiiiiiiiii04 @addictwithaheavydirtycheetah @daddyuwuss

Parings: Steve Harrington x reader, Hopper x daughter reader

Warnings: uninspired writing, crappy writing, language, alcohol, Implied devils tango.

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The plan was half baked, it was child endangerment, but it was fun (in a twisted way). Everyone met at the hill where Dustin's radio was. Steve and Mike decided to call Hopper to meet up there, Hopper brought Murry too, cause well Russian. (Hopper already doesn't like mike so Mike wanted to earn some brownie points while he can). Everyone was at the hill talking about their plan as (Y/n) was pacing.

“Will you stop pacing! It's making me sick!” Dustin complained as Steve whacked him upside the head. “You okay?” Steve walked over to his girlfriend(?). “Yeah, I'm fine. Everything is fine okay. This will work. It... oh who am I kidding we are fucked.” (Y/n) sighed, she looked at Steve and pulled him into a hug. “I hate this buddy... I-I just want to go home and curl up in a blanket” Steve swooned when he heard the old nickname (Y/n) gave him four years ago when they were just friends.

Steve held her close and rubbed her back as she started to shake. “Hey, it's not going to be that bad, maybe just a few scratches here and there. But no one is going to die, not while I'm alive at least.” He tried to comfort her with a joke in the end which caused her to snort into his shirt.

“I love you, buddy” she whispered. “I love you too baby. We will make it out of here okay?” Steve said pulling away from her. She nodded and whipped her tears away. “WE FOUND SOMETHING!” everyone rushed to Dustin as he replayed the message. “ Shit.” everyone looked to the balding man. “apparently, Miss escapee over here wasn't so secret as she thought.” Murray looked at (Y/n). “What do you mean?” Hopper growled, Dad mode coming out which then caused his daughter's boyfriends to shrink away.

“Either Russians never left or they had someone follow her here, I think its both.” Murray pushed up his glasses. “But good news, remember that old abandoned wearhouse near the lake? Yeah that’s where they are... all of them so I hope that we will think of this before we go guns ablazing.” Murray told the group.

“Well new plan, we go in fight destroy whatever they built and tada done” Max said looking at everyone who shook their heads. “Well we cant all show up there at one time!” Dustin sighed, “HES right, even if we do ambush them we need back up. Plus someone needs to be on the lookout” Will says nodding at his curly haired friend.

“Knowing the Russians they’ll have people on the top of the roof with guns, snipers if you will. We will need to blend in with the area around us or at least find a blind spot.” Lucas looked at Mike who has yet to say anything, “That’s a good plan but, we’ll need weapons. We can’t just fight them with fireworks and wrist rockets” Mike glances at El. “If I remember correctly the hunting store is still open, Jonathan and I could get some traps to set around the area so if they were to chase us they could get caught; Nancy and Steve could go get the guns, no Lucas, Dustin, Mike, and Max, you can not shoot them.” (Y/n) said looking at her friends as the nod.

“It wouldn’t hurt to at least teach two of them to shoot a pistol.” Joyce said as Hopper glared at her. “That is true, if Els powers start to fade during the fight she needs some back up.” The young girl says looking at her sister who’s grinning. “The best thing to do now is go home rest up get everything tomorrow set it up then wait as the guards for the day trade for the ones at night to attack” Steve said walking closer to the party.

“I need a drink,” Hopper said walking off. “But the Russians!” Mike and Dustin said motioning wildly to the radio. “Its 6 O’ clock, which is reserved for Drinking and Relaxing!” Hopper waved off as Joyce let out an irritated sigh. “Ok kids come on let me take you back to our house, will come on.” Joyce said leading all of the pre-teens to her car.

All that were left was Murray, Nancy, Jonathan, (Y/n), and Steve. “Alright well I guess that leaves you with me... I have some vodka we can open.” Murray sighed. This was going to be a long night...

When the five of them got to Murray’s new bunker“home” and went inside, Murray immediately went to the alcohol cabinet. “Well since tonight may be our last, here’s to Hawkins not letting any of us escape” Murray announced giving everyone a shot glass. The five raised their shots and tipped them back.

“We are going to need a lot more of that to make me less nervous” (y/n) laughed whipping her mouth as everyone agreed. “I think I have just the thing for you” soon enough a tall glass was put infront of her filled with... well it doesn’t matter alcohol is alcohol. She took a sip he smiled.

“This- this is where the party starts.” Steve was a bit stand off ish to see his girlfriend like this, maybe she just needed to calm her nerves. Murray laughed and made everyone that special drink.

Soon enough the two girls were well over drunk, (Y/n) was dancing with Nancy as music played in the background, Jonathan was sipping on his water making sure they don’t break anything, and Steve was sitting at the table with Murray.

“So, you and (y/n).” Murray stated sipping his glass now full of water, “she’s- she’s so beautiful, and scared. I’ve never seen her like this” Steve sighed rubbing his hand down his face. “She needs to let loose every once in a while, she misses being free and not a care in the world.” The man stayed, “Yeah... but-” (y/n) cut Steve off by yelling his name.

“That’s my queue.” The boy stood up and walked over to the girl who was talking to him quietly. “Ok well, I have a guest bedroom and a pullout... I suppose Jonathan and Nancy would take the pull out this time?” Murray smirked seeing their faces redden. The two quickly nodded and walked off to the couch, Steve taking (y/n) to the bedroom.

When he closed the doors he sighed, (y/n) quickly sobering up. “Hey what’s the matter?” Steve fishes his pockets and pulled out the ring he was going to give you. “Well now is as good as any I suppose.” Steve laughed softly. “Although this isn’t how I imagined it to be” he smiled as the girl sat next to him.

“I-I love you and I want to-” he soon realized that the girl fell asleep on his shoulders, maybe tonight wasn’t the best but maybe tomorrow.

#soooo here it is #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #dustin and steve #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #jim hopper x joyce byers #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things season 2 #stranger things angst #stranger things season 3 #robin stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things #please end me

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Captain America: The First Super Soldiers

Chapter 4 is here!!!! peggysousoversteggy, theres so much anti-st*ggy its hilarious lol Enjoy!!! :)

SSR Bunker 1944:

Days have gone by since the rescue mission of the 107th infantry. Today, Captain Sousa was to receive a medal of valor, but he never showed. He and Rogers were in the bunker in New York mapping out Hydras basses scattered around the globe.

"Its not much, but I only got a quick look." Rogers says as he finishes marking and another agent takes it away.

"Thats makes two of us. Damn bombs came outta no where." Sousa says. Steve quickly glares in his direction; not knowing Peggy was watching. She squints and slyly touches Sousa's arm.

"Well nobody's perfect." she says. Steve looks at her and smiles, thinking shes talking to him, and watches her walk away. Daniel watches, smirks, and shakes his head.

"You're wasting your time, Rogers." Daniel says. He grabs some files and starts to follow Peggy.

"What are you talking about?"

"With Agent Carter. Its not gonna happen, trust me."

"And how would you know that? Just because she might have shot you down doesn't mean she'll do it to me." And he storms off, following her faster and speaks to Philips. The only thing Daniel can do is laugh. 'Guy has no idea what hes talking about' he thinks, and then follows.

"These are the weapon factories we know about. Sergeant Barnes said that Hydra shipped all the parts to another facility that wasn't on the map." As Roger explains this, Daniel shows up behind Peggy and lightly scratches her back. She arches it and gives a low moan, but quickly clears her throat to cover it up. Thankfully no one noticed. She lightly bumps Daniel and he smiles. Steve glances at them, and glares at Sousa as he whispers to Peggy.

"Agent Carter, coordinate with MI6." Colonel Philips says. She and Daniel look at him and follow, so does Steve. "I want every Allie eyeball looking for that main Hydra base."

"What about us?" Carter asks.

"We are going to set a fire under Johann Schmidt's ass." He takes a file from another lady Agent, a blond woman. She looks at Sousa and Rogers and winks. Steve smiles and Daniel looks down and shuffles closer to Peggy; and Peggy glares. "What'd you say, you two. You found the map and wrote it all down. Think you can wipe Hydra off of it?" The two super soldiers glance and each and nod, although Steve is less than enthusiastic. 'It should just be me, not him' He thinks.

"Yes sir, we'll need a team." Rogers says.

"We're already putting together the best men."

"In all due respect, sir, so have we." Steve looks over to Daniel, his brows furrow, then he gets it; the men from the 107th. They nod once more and Daniel walks away to get his things, as he does this Steve looks at Peggy and smiles.

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An SSR Office:

As Daniel Sousa packs away some of his belongings and cleans up some files, Peggy walks in and grabs him from behind.

"Shit!" He turns around and find Peggy laughing hysterically. "Jesus, Peg! You scared the hell outta me." She continues to laugh.

"I"m sorry darling," She rushes up to hug him, but he resists. "Oh is that how you want to play it?" The two continue their playful tiff and grab and tickle the other. He laughs and she squeaks. "Ahh! Daniel!"

"Shhh" he laughs. "Be quiet Peg, someone will hear." Hes flipped her around and picked her up from her back side; and she wasn't expecting it.

"As if I give a damn." She turns around in his arms, snakes her right arm around his neck, and places a kiss on his lips. When they break apart, they laugh once more. "I thought super soldiers had super hearing. Shouldn't you have heard me come in?"

"Yeah...but I wasn't focusing on that. I was busy."

"Well you better work on that," She ruffles his hair and brushes his lips with her thumbs. "You better not die on me, Sousa. I won't allow it." He sits down on a chair, grabs her, and she sits on his lap. They kiss once more and then he speaks.

"I promise, that I will do everything in my power to come back to you. In one piece." She nods her head, and a tear slips out. He wipes it away and says, "I love you, Peggy. That'll never change."

"I love you too." She wraps her arms around him and thats how they stay. Embraced and loved in each others arms, never wanting to let go.

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Later that day:

"Rogers!" Daniel calls out. Steve turns around. "Where are we meeting them?"

"I'm not sure yet. Haven't decided where to-

"Why not at the pub?" Peggy walks up to them.

"Why there?" Daniel asks. She smiles brightly, and so does Steve. Hes captivated by it.

"Because... of you." Daniel looks puzzled. "You were suppose to get your medal, today. But you didn't. As a celebration for bringing those men their freedom and a reward for your hard work, we'll go to a pub. Besides, I think we all deserve a night out after the week we've had,"

"Thats a great idea, Agent Carter."Steve smiles again at her. "A Pub is a-

"Its English for a Bar." Daniel says. Steve looks at him. "What? I've spent over a year and a half interpreting the things shes said." She smiles and lightly shoves him. Steve notices, and gets heated.

"Right, well its still a great idea. Something comfortable that lays low. We could use that. Also its great for covering up the conversation, its loud in bars. People having fun and...dancing" he glances at Peggy. "It shouldn't be conspicuous and -

"Okay, so Pub it is." Daniel says, he could sense Peggy getting frustrated.

When the two super soldiers get there, they order a round of drinks and explain whats going on.

"So lets get this straight-" Dugan starts to say.

"We barely got out of their alive and you want us to go back?"

"Pretty much." Steve says. Daniel nods along

"Sounds rather fun, actually." Another man says.

"I'm in." Another one. Two more begin to speak in french and the man that finished Dugan's sentence translated that were also in. Daniel and Steve exchange a look.

"Hell, I'll always fight. But you two gotta do one thing for me." "ANd whats that?" Daniel asks

"Open a tab," he replies as he downs the rest of his drink. The rest of the group laughs and downs all of theres. Sousa and Rogers get up and get another round.

"Where are they putting all this stuff??" the bartender asks. Daniel laughs and orders more while Steve goes to talk to Barnes. He says he won't follow Captain America, but he'll follow his friend Steve Rogers. As thye continue to talk, there entering at the door, she stands, radiating the entire room. Her dress, a deep red, and a v-neck at the chest. Barnes and Rogers stop and stare at her. And Daniel? He can't help but try to remember how to breath.

"Ma'am" Barnes says, looking at her.

“Wow, Agent Carter. You look-” Steve stops mid sentence and stares at her dress. She clears her throat and brings his attention back to her face, her brow raised in annoyance. “You look stunning.”

“Thank you.” She relies. "Howard, has some equipment for you to and Sousa to try. Tomorrow morning?"

"Sounds good." He replies. He looks her up and down, and she tries to not roll her eyes. She looks for the team they've gathered and sees them all celebrating and drinking; and sees Daniel's jaw to the ground. She smiles.

"I see your top squad is....prepping for duty,"

"You don't like music?" Bucky asks

"I do actually," She turns to answer him."I might even,when this is all over, go dancing." She turns to glance at Daniel, then looks back at the two men in front of her.

"Then what are we waiting for?"Bucky attempts so slyly flirt. She doesn't bate an eye.

"The right partner." She looks at Steve and says, "0800, Captain," and with that, she leaves.Rogers can’t help but smile to himself and think 'Shes the one’. He rushes after her and speaks.

“Uh, Hey. Would you like to dance? With me that is.” He laughs.

“I’m sorry, Captain, but I’m in no mood to dance.” He looks down and nods his head.

“Okay, sure. Another time then.” He smiles at her, and she attempts one in return. She thinks to herself 'this man simply can’t get the message can he?’ Hours go by and everyone is starting to slow down. Steve leaves the pub for some fresh air and when he returns, he stops in his tracks. There in the window, Peggy Carter and Daniel Sousa are slow dancing on the dance floor. His hands are in hers, and their bodies are close together;dancing in a rhythm that no one else could match. Their dance and connection was souly theres. She looks into his eyes and smiles brightly; everything is right in the world. Rogers blood begins to boil at the sight before him. They laugh and smile all the while enjoying this moment in time together; and Steve storms away.

"You look amazing, Peg." He rests his forehead on hers, and she smiles.

"So... you do like the dress?" She looks up at him, and asks nervously.

"I love it. But I hope this wan't meant to impress me." She foriegns a shocked expression.

"Oh good heavens, never." And they laugh. "Why would I need to impress you when I know you're already mine." He brings her closer and whispers in her ear.

"Don't I know it." She holds her arms around his neck as they continue to sway; they dance and dance, until they can’t feel their feet. Daniel leaves the room to use the bathroom, when suddenly Steve appears.

“I thought you said you weren’t 'in the mood’ to dance.” Peggy looks up at him, annoyed.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me. I asked you for a dance and you said no.And then you turn around and dance with him?” Peggy takes a deep breath and shakes her head at him.“ We both have the serum. What does he have that I don’t?” At this she whips her head towards him.

“What? You can’t be serious.”

“Yeah, I am. I can do anything he can. What makes him better than me?”

“I think you’ve had far too much to drink, Captain, and its time for you to leave,” She stands up in front of him and ushers him away.

“No. I’m not gonna be sent away like some child.”

“Then don’t act like one."She retorts. He grabs her wrist and looks her in the eye, but shes not looking at him. Shes looking at his hand.

"What am I doing wrong here? Why won’t you give me a chance? That should have been us dancing, not-”

“I don’t know what has gotten into that thick head of yours, but if you do not release me this instant, I will not hesitate to use brute force. Serum or not, I can and will put you in your place. Now Let. Me. Go.”

“I’m not drunk. We can’t get drunk.”

“Then you’re a natural imbecile.”

“What!? All I want is a dance, instead you turn your back on me with him.” Now she is in complete shock.

“Yon need to reevaluate your stance with me, Rogers, because it seems to me you don’t know your place.”

“My place? I just want a chance and you-”

“So you’ve said. But I’m not interested. What part of that do you not understand.” She starts to walk away, and he grabs her arm once more. She twists around and lands a painful punch right to his temple, and then hes down.

“Don’t you dare come near me again.”

“Peggy? Whats going on?” Daniel reaches the scene just in time to find Steve Rogers holding his head while sitting on the floor.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” She smiles at him and takes his hand. As they walk away, Rogers glares. Soldiers near by glance at his direction and then turn away at his angry face. "Steve! Are you okay?" Barnes asks.

"I'm fine, Buck. Just fine." He gets up and leaves.

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The Next Morning:

"But Daniel-" She runs up to him again and kisses his cheek. "Why?"

"Because, Peg. Its work. I have to meet Philips before he talks to Stark. God only knows how long those to will be in a meeting." She groans and he leans down and embraces her. "Look we'll go out tonight, just us. I promise. No more Steve Rogers or SSR business." She glares at him.

"I have every right to be angry with him." She defends and crosses her arms.

"I know you do, and hes an idiot for thinking he had any say in us. Not that he knows there is an us-

"Because if anyone were to 'officially know'....

"Then we'd get charged and dismissed from the army." Daniel finishes. Peggy looks down and hold his jacket around her. "I'm gonna need that." She looks at him and smirks.

"You just want to see whats underneath..." she teases. "Well, whats not anyway." He laughs and gives her her clothes. "Ugh!"

"C'mon love, I have to go." She grumbles and takes it off. As he rakes his eyes over her body, she smirks.

"Like what you see, Captain Sousa?"

"Love what I see." He leans in for one last kiss and leaves.As he makes his way through the bunker he runs into the blonde Agent from yesterday. When she notices him, she perks up. "Hey, excuse me? Do you know where Colonel Philips is? I have a meeting with him and... I have no idea where he is."

"Uh... yeah, sure."She stands up."He should be in his office preparing for his meeting with Stark." She walks closer to him. Daniel nods and starts to walk away, but she stops him. He looks at her hand and then at her.

"Uhm... Can I help you?"

"I read about what you did. You saved almost 400 men." She advances him into a corner. "That was extremely brave of you and -"

"Look. Stop. Okay?" He grabs her hand, takes it off of him, and steps back. "I'm not interested in....whatever this is. I have my eyes on someone else, so this? Isn't happening." She looks down and backs off.

"My apologies, I didn't realize. She must be real special to you."

"She is." He smiles at the though of Peggy. "If you'll excuse me." Daniel leaves the room and goes to speak with Philips.

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SSR Bunker:

There in the lab, Howard Stark begins to analyze a part of the tesseract. When Sousa and the 107th took over Red skulls base, they stole some of Hydras weapons. A small glowing blue shard is picked up by needle like robot hands.

"Emission signature is unusual. Alpha and bat ray neutral." He squints through the glass. "Seems harmless enough. Hard to see what all the fuss is about." But as he says this and maneuvers another needle to touch it, theres an explosion and Stark is blown across the room. "Write that down."

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As Captain Rogers stands in the room, looking for Stark, the blonde Agent, once again, makes her appearance. Shes sitting in a chair, re-reading the article of the rescue of the 400 soldiers in Europe.

"Excuse me," Rogers says, "I'm looking for Mr. Stark."

"Hes in with Colonel Philips." She says, not looking up from her paper. Once she does, she does a double back and realizes its Steve Rogers; The Captain America the public adores."Of, course you're welcome to wait." He smiles and nods his head as he leans against the table. "I,uh, read about what you did. "

"Oh the....Yeah." He says. Although the paper doesn't tell everything, not that it meantions the real Captain America, but it does mention the one everyone knows."Well, thats...uh, just doing what needed to be done."

"Sounded like more than that. You helped save those soldiers, nearly 400 men." The two stare at each other, and the silence is filled with awkward, yet flirty energy.

"Really its not a big deal."She gets out of her chair.

"Tell that to their wives," she says as she approaches him. He syas he doesn't think they were all married, but shes insistent on calling him a hero. If shes not going to get to one super soldier, shes going to get to another."the women of America owe you their thanks," She pulls on his tie and leads him into a corner. "And, uh, seeing as they're not here..." She places a kiss on Steve's lips, and he doesn't stop her. He places his hands on her waist as she lifts her arms over his neck...

"Captain! We're ready for you. If you're not other wise occupied.." Peggy says, and then storms away. 'What kind of man flirts with a woman and insists on a chance to be with her, then turns around and snogs another woman?' Peggy thinks.

"Agent Carter, wait." Daniel looks up and sees Peggy and her angry walk. 'Uh oh' he thinks. He walks towards them and hears Rogers and her speaking.

"Looks like finding a partner wasn't hard after all. And yet you insisted it be me, then now its her. Should we expect another woman to be it as well?"Peggy is disgusted at the arrogance of this man. She was never interested, but its the idea of what hes done.

"Peggy, thats not what you thought it was." Her skin starts to boil as he says her name. Shes never given him permission or any familiarity to use it.

"I don't think anything, 'Captain.' Not one thing." She continues walking and spots Daniel. "You always wanted to be a soldier and now you are. Just like all the rest; well most of them." She looks at Daniel, and she can see the concern and weariness in his eyes; she knows that he knows she pissed off.

"Well what about you and Stark? Or hell, Sousa for that matter?" She stops walking and turns to face him. "How do I know you two haven't been...fondue-ing? Or maybe your with both of them. "Her face drops and her eyes widen, and Daniel stops walking with a deadly glare on his face."I guess that explains why you got to go to Europe. So you could be with them."

"I beg your pardon" She starts to laugh. Daniel know what that means; shes in for the kill. "What is it you just said?"

"You heard me." She walks over to him. "How do I know you haven't been with Stark or Sousa. Maybe even both!"Now Daniel's fuming. He starts to storm over to Rogers, then... Bam! Peggy punches him in the eye. At first hes taken back and looks at her shocked. In his vulnerability she hits him again, and again, and again; and once in the balls for good measure. "Ahhh!" He falls down on his knees one hand on the ground for support, the other covers his man hood.

"You don't know a bloody thing about me, or about woman." Daniel stops mid step. "I suggest you educate yourself MR. Rogers." She storms towards Daniel and drags him with her out of the room. As they leave, everyone in the office is shocked; and no one moves out of fear.

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Later that day:

"Fondue is just cheese and bread, my friend,"Howard explains

"Really? I didn't think..."

"Nor should you, pal." The two of them walk into an engineering room. "The moment you think you know whats going on in a woman's head, is the moment your goose is well and truly cooked." They start to browse the room. "Me, I concentrate on work, which at the moment is about making sure your ans Sousa's men do not get killed." They go over protective vests and shields. Steve finds the vibranium one under the table. There was only enough vibranium to make two; Sousa has the first, but Stark doesn't want the second used. He tells Steve about the rarity and that its stronger than steel and a third the weight. Of course because thats all they have, its not standard issue. Agent Carter and Captain Sousa walk into the room. He goes over to talk to another mechanic about his gun, while Peggy talks to Howard.\

"You quite finished, Mr. Stark? I'm sure the 'Captain' has some unfinished business..." Daniel glances up at them and shakes his head. Peggy looks at him and nods. They've talked about it and hes calmed her down as much as he could; but the sour venom of Rogers words still linger in her mind.

"What do you think?" He smiles and asks; as if nothing happened this morning. 'Arrogant pig', she thinks. With an opportunity like this, she just can't pass it up. She looks at the shield covering him, then at the guns, and smirks. Carter lifts it and shoots off four shots, one 'accidentally' nicks him in the ear.

"Ow!" He holds his ear and notices blood. Steve looks at Peggy as she speaks.

"Yes. I think it works." She storms out of the room as Daniel tries not to laugh; hes not successful. A small chuckle gets out, and all eyes are on him. He clears his throat and looks away. Rogers walks up to Stark, who, like everyone else in the room, was ducking for cover. He hands him an idea for his suit.

"Sure thing, pal" He takes the paper, and they watch her leave.

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2 weeks later:

The soldiers have packed everything they need for the long months ahead of them. The Captain's suits have been made; both Sousa and Rogers. The Commandos, as they later call themselves, have been prepped and prepared for the biggest mission of the SSR; take down Hydra.

"Daniel...please."

"I know, Peg. I will, I promise." The two lovers embrace in a long tight goodbye. She reaches for a kiss and he returns it. For a moment it seems like the world is perfectly fine, and doesn't need any one to fight and sacrifice their lives.

"Go, or you'll be late." she turns her face away.

"Hey.." he holds her face in his hands and wipes away her tears. "It'll take the end of the entire world to stop me from coming back to you. And even then I'd fight like hell. Nothing will stop me from coming back, Peggy. I'm in this with you till the end...okay?"

"Until the end...may it come later rather than sooner." He laughs and holds her tight.

"Sousa! You ready?" Barnes calls out.

"Yeah, one minute!" Daniel tuns to Peggy and places one last kiss on her lips.

"I love you"

"I love you too," she says as she watches him leave... "Always and forever, Daniel."

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1477

Warnings: Angst, parenthood, sexual manipulation, action, injuries, underage drinking and drug-taking.

Synopsis: 16 Years after the death of Daisy, Steve and Bucky have successfully raised two teenage kids with telepathy. Teens are never easy to live with though. Sarah in particular likes to test boundaries. Now on top of all the usual challenges of parenting, they have to deal with troublemaking demigods, a daughter who just wants to be accepted for who she is and running the Avengers. That’s when the children of other super-powered individuals start going missing.

Chapter 7

No sign of May Day had been found by the party sent to search the city. Once again just witnesses with their minds wiped of memories of the young girl being drugged and taken.

Sarah had spent a full nine hours searching for May Day. Scanning and rescanning people over and over. In the end, she had come too dehydrated and distraught. Bucky had held her as she cried. It had been a long time since he’d seen his daughter this vulnerable. She had always done a pretty good job of acting fine. More than fine. She never liked to show weakness because being weak might mean not being an Avenger.

Bucky and Steve pulled Sarah from school and a warning was put out that parents of enhanced children to stay alert. As much as Sarah had wanted to not go to school anymore she now felt lost. She spent lessons with Vision and her free time wandering the halls. The fact she was unable to find May Day Parker had made her feel weak and like a failure. Unworthy of being an Avenger. If she wasn’t worthy of being an Avenger there was no point in training. She lost all direction and purpose.

As hard as Bucky and Steve tried to convince her she hadn’t failed anyone. They couldn’t get through to her. Bucky felt helpless. He was used to raising two kids who thought they were invincible and capable of anything. He didn’t know what to do with one who suddenly felt broken.

So it was a week later. The anniversary of the death of Daisy. That Bucky headed to her memorial to talk to her.

After the battle for the Infinity Stones and all conflict between old friends had been put aside and Steve and Bucky had been welcomed into the Avengers they had planted a Weeping Cherry Tree, surrounding it with flowers. They had scattered her ashes over the ground. The only time of the year nothing bloomed was winter when snow covered the ground and blanketed everything. Right now the daffodils were starting to die off and tulips were taking their place. The tree was in full blossom. Pink petals scattered in the breeze when the wind picked up. In summer the ground would be smothered in Daisies.

Bucky sat down under the tree and leaned his head back on the trunk. “I miss you, Daisy.” He sighed. “I feel like I’m running around blind at the moment. You always knew exactly what the kids needed, even before they had the words to tell you.”

He ran his hands through his hair and closed his eyes. “I could really use that right now. I don’t know how to convince her she’s doing fine. That this isn’t her fault. But I’m scared. If HYDRA is taking kids and we can’t stop them… If they come for her…” He shook his head. “The thought of her going through what we went through. How can I live with that?”

He wiped his eyes. He wasn’t crying but it felt like it might happen. The torture he’d lived through. The torture Daisy had also lived through. The fact two kids he knew were either dead or experiencing the same thing. The mere concept that one of his own kids could potentially be a target for the same thing was a little too much for him. It brought all the things he thought he’d moved on from flooding back.

He pulled his legs up, hugging them against his chest and pressed his face against his knees. The sounds of footsteps disturbed him and he looked up to see Steve coming up the little rock path through the flowers.

“Were you looking for me?” Bucky asked.

Steve shook his head and sat down next to Bucky. “No. I was looking for her.” Steve said, gesturing to the garden. “I think Jamie and Sarah will be out soon.”

Bucky sighed and leaned his head against Steve’s shoulders. “What are we gonna do about Sarah? She’s so lost.”

“Just let her know we’re here for her,” Steve answered. He leaned down and kissed Bucky on the crown of the head.

“I feel like Daisy would know. She always knew what we wanted before we did. And she was so connected to the kids.”

“Well, she did have an advantage we don’t. We can do this though, Buck. We got this far.”

Sarah and Jamie walked down the lawn together towards where Steve and Bucky sat.

“I hate this so much.” Sarah sighed as they caught sight of Bucky and Steve sitting under the Cherry Tree.

“I know you didn’t know her. I don’t really remember her myself. Just memories of memories. But it’s important to them.” Jamie said.

“I know. It’s just…” She shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair. “Did she not love me? Is that why she did it? Was I too much so she decided it was better him than her.”

“Don’t be stupid, Sarah.” Jamie scolded.

“Fuck you.” Sarah snapped.

“No. Fuck you. This isn’t about you. It’s about them. You know exactly how badly dad deals with this time of year. Stop being selfish.” Jamie shot back.

Sarah spun on her heels. “Fine.” She yelled. “I guess I can’t feel bad about my mom dying. Go deal with it with him.”

“Sarah. Get back here and stop being a fucking baby!” Jamie yelled.

Sarah flipped him off as she stormed towards the compound. She headed straight to her car and drove. She didn’t even know where. She just knew she was furious, hurt and scared and she needed to be away from the people who reminded her of it.

She pulled the Bugatti up to a deserted lookout. You could see forest for miles and the Avengers compound cut into the landscape. She closed her eyes and sent her mind out again. She had been doing it sporadically since May Day went missing. The need to find the little girl who she’d known since birth consumed her.

Just as she sent it out it touched on someone nearby and she startled back to herself. The mind was clouded and dangerous. She turned to look around and feeling for people. There were lots. At least twenty. Just as she went to shut them down, to give herself a chance to work the situation out something hit her in the neck.

Her vision became cloudy and she tried to push her mind out, stop whoever was attacking her. Something else hit her. Everything spun and went black.

“What happened to Sarah?” Steve asked as Jamie approached them.

Jamie groaned and flopped down on the ground. “She’s being a baby. Just leave her.”

“James.” Steve scolded.

“Ugh. She was all ‘do you think mom hated me? Is that why she did what she did?’ I told her to stop being an idiot. She lost it and ran off.”

Steve started to get up and Bucky took his hand and shook his head. “She’s gonna need some space. I know what those particular feelings are like.”

“She doesn’t even really think like that. She’s just pissed that this isn’t about her.” Jamie scoffed.

“Jamie. She’s struggling with what having her powers mean and the fact they have limitations. You need to be patient with her.” Steve said.

“She’s a selfish bitch.” Jamie snapped.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Steve snapped. “We’re here to remember your mom.”

Jamie went to argue again but Bucky shook his head. “Just drop it.”

They sat in silence for a while, Bucky just holding Steve’s hand. After a little while, they started talking. Bucky talked about how Daisy had helped him take control from the Soldier. How for a long time he thought he’d dreamed her.

Steve talked about how she used to talk to Jamie mind to mind and how Jamie didn’t speak for years. How she hated training yet she was always so determined to fight.

They were all stories Jamie had heard before. His take-home was always how much she loved them all. How much she’d wanted them to be a family. Even though it was the same every year he was thankful for it.

They all headed inside to eat. Bucky busied himself in the kitchen while Steve and Jamie sat at the breakfast bar and watched.

“I wonder if I should go out and find your sister,” Steve said, glancing at the clock.

“She’s not far,” Jamie answered. “Just driving around sulking still.”

Steve frowned. “I guess we can just wait until she’s ready.”

Bucky served up some sandwiches with soup and as they ate Jamie suddenly stopped. He grabbed his forehead.

“Something’s wrong.” He said, staggering to his feet.

“What is it?” Bucky asked, getting up and supporting his son.

“It’s Sarah. I - I can’t feel her.”

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