#karli morgenthau fanfiction

[fleurdelouve]

Bucky Barnes can, and does, cook:

A Pinch of This, A Pinch of That: The Remix

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[altagraye]

Through a Glass, Darkly pt 3

Part 3: Stolen Goods

TW: contains, SMUT, mention of child death, kidnapping, violence. MINORS DNI!

Part 1: Go ask Alice

Part 2: Adjustment Therapy

It was the next morning, the sun coming through the drapes again. Bucky was not in your room again. Karli’s words rang through your head, “He comes here every morning, you know?!” That must be where he is. You took a breather and went out to the grave quietly, no one else was up. Still you took the time to be as stealthy as possible. Everyone had a rough night, that much you knew. 

You traveled the beaten pathway to the Willow, where it towered over the tiny grave. Bucky sat there staring up at the birds flying in and out of the tree. this tiny moment was so melancholically beautiful. You had a hard time interrupting it. But you needed to do that, to pay homage to the way everything fell apart yesterday. You owed him that much.

You sat down next to Bucky. “I can leave if you want me to?” you asked tentatively.  Bucky drew his attention to you now, shaking his head and smiling lightly. 

“You’re welcome here whenever you want, Doll. Y/N? I- wanted to apologize. It’s just that you look so much like my Y/N. I was still hanging on to that little bit of hope, you know? When you told us your story, I couldn’t take it. I- i couldn’t accept that she was really gone. But I knew, I knew from the start.” Bucky was holding back so many sobs. He sniffed and rubbed his sleeve against his eyes, hiding his vulnerability.

You grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers. Your nose began to get red, and you almost cried yourself. but you wouldn’t you had to stay strong for him.

“ You don’t have to tell me Buck-” you began to say but he interjected.

“No, you deserve to know. It’s only fair. But I'm giving you a one time warning, Doll. It’s not a happy story.” he warned tightening his grip on your hand. As an answer you returned the favor by tightening your grip as well. You gave him a small smile. He sighed out into the morning mist, long and deep. This was the first time he was telling someone about all this in a while? He’ll be reopening a deep wound that probably took this long to heal anyway. and I would be ruining all that progress.

“Just after Y/N found out we were pregnant. We stayed here. We kept the pregnancy a secret, except from immediate friends like Sam and Natasha. Shield wasn’t safe anymore, since HYDRA took over and infiltrated it from the inside. Everything went well. I had the nursery all set up, in pink, Y/N wanted me to paint Blair’s name on the crib. Because she loved my cursive handwriting.”  Bucky took in  a jagged breath and kept going.

“Y/N went out in the middle of the night, to get one of her cravings. And she never came back. I would have gotten it for her but I figured it wasn’t that big a deal and I was so tired I hadn’t slept in days. I should have just bit the bullet and went out and got it. HYDRA was watching me for years, and they took her. They took Y/N.” Bucky grimaced with great pain and dropped his head, his hand rubbing the back of his head. You got closer to him, hugging his arm close to your body.

“I searched everywhere for her. there was only a few months left before she was due. I could never find her. I got this package addressed to me, and. And it was a video of Y/N. Getting shot minutes after she gave birth to Blair. I couldn’t see who was the shooter, the video cut out and a second later the shot rang out and the video ended. HYDRA sent me Blair’s tiny body in a.. shoebox. She had the most beautiful h/c color, Y/N’s. The cutest little button nose, mine. I didn’t have the courage to open her eyes and look at them. God, she was so cold! I wrapped her in a pink baby blanket with her name on it. I couldn’t stop crying for hours. I just sat in that nursery and rocked her lifeless body until Sam and Nat came in and stopped me. Ever since then, I haven’t felt a damned thing. Not until I saw you, in that HYDRA base. You gave me hope again, Doll. Do you know that? You did.” Bucky looked to you, his eyes filled with tears, streaming trails down his cheeks. You were horrified by the story he told. There was no limit to the crimes HYDRA is willing to commit.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” you said unable to find the proper words to console him. He rummaged through his pocket and produced a tealight candle, placing it on the top of the gravestone. He rummaged again through his pockets and cursed in the wind.

“I forgot my lighter.” he muttered to himself. You perked up, finding the only logical solution would be to use your powers. 

“Oh, I got it. here.” with your index finger, a small blue flame appeared and you lit the candle with ease, the flame from your finger dissipating at will. Bucky’s eyes widened in shock. 

“Y/N couldn’t do that. Are you enhanced?” he asked trying not to stare too harshly. you smiled lightly.

“Bingo!” you answered with a certain child-like glee. He face darkened again.

“Did HYDRA experiment on you, in your world?” he asked, his eyes holding sadness again. You shook your head.

“No, I was born with this, ability.” you said. “I don’t really know much about it. but it’s mine. and I choose to use it for good. There’s just too much bad out there. HYDRA or not.” you added.

Bucky smiled back at you, “That sounds like something Y/N would say. maybe you aren’t too distanced from my Y/N?” he nudged you playfully and returned to staring at Blair’s grave. 

“She wanted her middle name to be Wanda, because she took bullets for Y/N that would have killed her instead. In case you were wondering. that’s a difference from your world, right? Pietro was the one who died instead of Wanda?” he surmised. you gave him a downtrodden smirk and softly nodded your head.

The birds kicked up again, flying gracefully from branch to branch, swooping down and flying back up again. For something so tragic, Blair’s resting place really was peaceful. Maybe that’s what made it so sad? you stayed with Bucky in the silence until he was done, blowing the candle out with a silent kind of prayer. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, my little one.” he said pressing his forehead to the stone.

One month later

You’d gotten quite acclimated to your new home in the relatively short time you’d been there. You found comfort in this universe’s Bucky, and he you. so much so that it was almost back to normal, almost. You two weren’t open about your rekindled relationship, not in front of Nat and Sam. No one else deserved to know even though you were pretty sure Sam and Nat could sniff you out. That didn’t matter though, what you had was yours, and you only shared it with each other.

Nothing else mattered. You’d accompany Bucky each morning to Blair’s grave, you didn’t feel comfortable enough to talk to her though. To speak to a ghost of a little soul that was never yours, that wasn’t right to do. The most you could hope for was to hope she was in a better place.

The smoldering intimacy Bucky and you had earlier, grew into full blown passion. Hot, wet, rough,  and nail-scraping passion. When Sam and Nat were away on couples missions, when they didn’t need our help, and the kids were at Sarah’s house- we had a few hours to make love until they got back. We used that time wisely. You felt sinful knowing the two of you’d used places you shouldn’t have for sex-capades. It started out modest, as these types of things usually go. You’d first done it in your shared shower leaving the comfort of your shared bedroom was a cinch.

What had you feeling naughty was Bucky taking you on their kitchen counter and their couch. Now you had no idea where he had in mind to claim you. Nat and Sam had just left and you could have sworn Nat gave you a wink. Karli and Nate were with Sarah. 

The two of you were caught up with your tongues down each other’s throats. Finding your way towards the kitchen. You bumped into the counters on the way there until you got the clue where he wanted to lead you. Bucky grabbed your thigh and hitched it over his ass, grinding into your still clothed form with need. Your ass scraped against the edge of the dinner table and  had to break the kissing session to breathe.  your breath came out in a moan, as Bucky cleared the table of it’s contents, just mail and placemats. His sweet caresses and kisses carried on to your neck, preoccupying you as he took off your pants.

Your hands went to his Henley and took it off with ease. You couldn’t stop staring at his body, still beautiful. Your hands entangled in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp and tugging his hair. He lifted you by the globes of your ass and set you down on the table. He made quick work of taking his pants off, leaving only his boxers as a poor excuse to hide his prominent manhood. You laid back and waited for him.

It didn’t take very long at all, he was hungry for you. He started with a kiss, his tongue gaining entrance over your mouth. You moaned and bucked your hips against his. your moans became more desperate the lower he got, trailing kisses down your midsection, his hands slipping underneath your shirt and taking it off. 

Your insides twitched, wanting him to fill you so bad. He admired your red lacy bra and underwear. He’d surprised you with it one day last week as a random gift, no special day required. Your eyes were half lidded and your cheeks red and rosy.  Bucky paused taking in your heated form.

“You’re so beautiful, Doll. My pretty Doll.”  The pure blue of his eyes drank you in like the merciless waves of the sea. You couldn’t move, you forgot how to, completely mesmerized by his siren’s song. He came back up to your face, wanting to steal more sloppy kisses from your tender lips. He slipped his hand into your underwear, quickly finding your core. his digits stroking your folds, making you more lustful. You whimpered from his touch, needing more of it. 

He always was such a tease. You had to remind yourself that his fingers wouldn’t give you a typical shock from the cold of the metal that was no longer there. your lips parted as he sucked on your neck and inserted two digits into your messy center. your hands went to his back, raking his skin, leaving sinfully sweet scratches. This always egged him on a bit more. He growled at the touch. Just as you felt yourself tighten around his thick digits, he’d removed himself from you. 

You pouted, missing the feeling of even a small piece of him being inside you. sex with him, was a spiritual experience like no other. when the two of you were one, you felt so completely whole it was indescribable. Bucky chuckled from your pouting, knowing he was charming you and making you oh so impatient. 

Your sexual misery was short lived however as you felt the heft of his shaft against your sweetest parts. You made eye contact with him again, losing yourself in those damned eyes, again. Just as you were lost, he was losing himself with you too. but not in the same way he has been for all these years. he was losing himself in your beauty, feeling whole again. God, he never thought he could be pieced back together again. He’s so grateful for you.

Bucky grunted as he teased you further by raking the thick vein along his shaft through your glistening folds. he could barely resist it himself. Your chest heaved as you grew greedy and needy.

“Bucky. Please!” you pleaded, needing him to fill you up to the brim. Bucky was always a giver, no matter what universe you saw him in. You weren’t exactly sure if he was caving into lustful desires or your sweet begging. But it didn’t matter when he finally committed and pressed himself into you. Inch by sweet agonizing inch, he stretched you, getting passed the burn- Gods he left you breathless.

He started out slow and drawn out. letting his head nudge your cervix in just the right way. You were gripping him so tight, you’d be savoring just how blissful your insides clamped down on him.

“Fuck! Doll. I love you. So good for me. Ugggh. You take me so well, Y/N.” you could melt at the way he praised you. The desperation in his tone was exactly what you needed, that little something extra to pull you over the edge, to make you let go and cave in. 

As he dragged almost all the way out and thrust, with all his force, back into you making sure to hit every nook and cranny he could on the way in-- you moaned out loudly, unable to control yourself any longer.

Bucky picked his pace up the moment he heard and felt your desperation. This kind of experience was a testament of trust, the both of you were completely and utterly vulnerable. Both of you were intoxicated, by the other, so love drunk on the other. You held onto him, scraping your nails down the wide canvas of his back, leaving red marks. 

His rough propulsions met with the sound of slicked slapping skin on skin contact was sending you over the edge. You weren’t going to last long and he knew that just as much as you did. He kissed you again, sloppily, more dire wanting to lead you to your climax. He broke the kiss as he pistoned in and out of you, grunting as you gripped him impossibly tight. Your mind was imploding and exploding, the chemicals spreading across your brain. 

As you finally teetered over the precipice you felt the euphoria spread from your dripping core through your thighs and down to your toes, leaving you shaking. Overtaken, you gripped the edge of the kitchen dinner table, your blue flames charring its surface as your orgasm peaked. 

“James!” you exclaimed drunkenly- the love making spreading through you like a hot tidal wave leaving you beside yourself, truly an ethereal moment. Bucky was close too, you could feel him swell inside you, ‘Yes! please baby let me feel it, give me everything you have.’ Was all the thought you could manage as you slowly came down from your high. But the bliss was short-lived. Bucky took himself out of you before he had the chance to let his warm seed spread into you. 

You didn’t want to sour the moment so for now you kept yourself quiet. Didn’t he want you like you wanted him? He loved you, so why was this so hard for him? Why did it feel so bad to give him everything and not get the same in return? In that moment you could almost cry, your emotions mixing together a stark contrast from the ecsctacy you were feeling just a moment ago. You stamped down your bitterness, bottling it up for a rainy day, keeping it your own. He huffed and grunted out as he released himself, some stripes of cum painting your skin. 

You sat up and kissed him, leaning into it, your body speaking for what you couldn’t say to his face. He smiled into your lips and broke the kiss,

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up, Doll. They’ll. Be. Back. Soon.” he stated ending his sentence unable to resist giving you sweetened pecks of chaste little kisses. Your lips spread into a smile, he was still yours after all. Right?

The two of you worked to cover up any evidence of your union, though you found it precarious to cover up the char you caused to the Wilson dinner table. Jeez, what were you thinking? This table has probably been in the family for eons. You haphazardly covered the black spot with a placemat. You can’t think of any other way to cover it. You huffed into the air. 

Bucky’s hand jolting you as it snaked across your skin, caressing your waist. He kissed your hair as he embraced you in a soft hug. 

“I can paint over that later. Wanna take a bath with me, Y/N?” he suggested. you smirked.

“As long as you don’t use that bar of Old Spice, I think I can manage, Cap.” you teased finding one of the Super-Soldiers’ many archaic habits particularly gross. Bucky’s lips curled into a smile and a gleam flew into his eyes.

“C’mon it’s not that bad, Doll.” he chuckled and took your hand, leading you up to the bathroom. 

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Getting into the warm water, the both of you weren’t shy in sharing the bath. it was all so peaceful, the little touches and him washing your long hair for you. Insisting on it in fact. From behind the sudsy water sloshed as he embrace you. his large chest caving inward to get closer to you. his tender lips settled on your neck and he dragged your middle into him, your ass pressing against his crotch. 

Even though the two of you were naked, the moment was solely chaste. it was a different kind of intimacy, a different kind of vulnerability. You liked the pressure of being against his body again. Though something you missed would always remind you that, this Bucky, was never really yours, no matter how hard you tried to play house with him. You missed the coolness of the Vibrainium against your scorching skin. You couldn’t let this go, not this time. Not when you wanted to give him the one thing he lost all those years ago.

He sighed lazily, your body rocked gently with the rise and fall of his chest, as he played with the suds on your knee. You tossed your head to the side, falling onto his beefy chest.

“Bucky?” You asked, you were scared of his answer but you needed to ask anyway. Bucky’s attention was jolted out of whatever thinking train he was on and snapped back to you. You couldn’t help but think, was he thinking of her? the one who wore your skin and your smile, the one who was completely you except for your powers? 

He smiled down at you as you twisted in his grasp to get a better look at him. 

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked with a gleam in his eye. You looked up at him and swallowed thickly, Gods he looks so happy do you have to ruin this moment?

“Um, Why didn’t you, uh, let yourself go, earlier?” you asked being as vague as possible. Bucky's features tensed and he looked away, before giving you a peck on the top of your damp hair. He sighed heavily as if there was a heavy weight against his back.

“I can’t lose you again, y/n. Don’t you get that? Any baby we have, they will take from us. My Doll died alone, in agony. I couldn’t be there for her when she needed me. I can’t go through that again. I love you too much. I’m flattered Doll, I am but, I can’t risk losing you too.” he explained painfully the light in his eyes fading a little.

You drew back to the other end of the bath tub, distancing yourself. You were heartbroken, it wasn’t the kind of sting that had a large impact, this would hurt for a long while. You felt the heat creep up into your eyes, beginning to cry, your eyes glassing over. 

“I thought I was your Doll?” you asked with a whimper. Bucky’s lips parted realizing he’d hurt you more than helped. his hand went in to cradle and caress your cheek but the two of you were interrupted by the Wilson family coming back to their humble home.

getting out of the water and toweling of the cold droplets you noticed Sam and Karli were in the middle of a heated argument. You and Bucky got dressed silently, with your backs towards each other, a rift, however small was driven between you and him. The sting of pain was still present. You let your long hair soak into your shirt, the coolness feeling nice. The two of you exited the bathroom and into the hallway. 

Sam was banging on Karli’s bedroom door, locked, looking frustrated and ready to haul her out of there himself. Natasha was at the edge of the stairs, looking onward with little Nate on her hip. 

Nat smirked at you. “Taking showers together now, huh? You gonna invite me to the wedding right?” Nat teased as you wrinkled your nose at her. Bucky was behind you, towering over you. For the first time in over a month you wished to be far away from him. Sam pounded his fist on the door again.

“Karli?! Open up this door right now! Or you won’t have one for a year. I can take it off these hinges. Don’t make me count! 1...2...3 and a half!” Sam was about to pound on the door again but the door was flung open, air whooshing back Karli’s hair by the force of the gust.

Sam tilted his head at his daughter. “I gave you more than enough time. It’s been a month and you still haven’t apologized.” Karli bit her bottom lip, holding back what she wanted to say, knowing it would only make it worse for her. 

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry.” Karli said making minimal eye contact with her father. Sam chuckled. 

“It’s not me you need to apologize to. it’s Y/N. She’s right there. go ahead. And take her out somewhere nice, your paying.” Sam said leaning against Karli’s door jam as Karli ducked under her father’s arm to escape. 

“What? I’m paying?! It took me two months the get what i got in my wallet! Dad?! C’mon!” Karli pleaded grumpily.

“No ifs, ands, or buts. Take y/n out or the door goes.” he confirmed tapping on the open door with his knuckle. You smiled, if your Sam could see how this Sam handled being a Dad. He’d be proud of himself. He was good at it.  Karli huffed and smoothed back her hair behind her ears. 

She walked up to you, making meek eye contact, “Look. I’m sorry about earlier. It wasn’t my secret to tell. I really screwed up this time. So, I’ll take you out, my treat. Anywhere you want to go.” Karli held out her hand for you to shake. it felt as if she was almost scared of you, and your reaction.

You thought tilting your head of a place you’d like to go and shook her hand.

“How about the mall? I've been dying for a new blouse.” you said semi-excitedly. Karli smiled and gripped your hand back. 

“The Bayou Gem it is then.”

The truck grinded to a halt in the parking space as Karli put it in park. Nat grinned in approval, 

“Very Good, we didn’t die on the way here. And no squirrels were harmed.”

the tension in the truck was palpable. Bucky and I were scooted away from each other, looking at the expanse beyond the window, when there wasn’t a neck-breaking stop from Karli. Your lips quivered a bit, was this really gonna be the thing that tore us apart? You tried not to think about it as you exited the vehicle. 

It’s alright y/n, you can make the most of this. just do some clothes shopping, unwind. You tried to calm yourself down but it was so damned hard with him next to you. Even with your eyes closed, you could smell him, Bucky. You wanted to bury your face deep into the valley of his chest, hug him tight.

Karli and Nat sensed that something was wrong between the two of you but paid no mind to it. Bucky followed behind you as you followed Nat and Karli about the mall and through the shops. there was a time when you thought you were being watched, at first you thought it was Bucky but when you noticed he was in front of you looking at some leather jackets, you turned to see who was spying on you.

you shook it off, you must have been stressed out. you took a deep breath in and out. C’mon, Y/N just enjoy the time you have with them, don’t be a party pooper. You settled on a pink blouse with ruffled sleeves. Something uncharacteristically pretty, something you thought you would look good in. but most of all it was something you could see Bucky liking on you. You twirled your Vibrainium wedding ring again. unable to stop yourself from thinking of your Bucky. You chuckled at the thought of him seeing you like this. 

Really? You’re going to wear pink in public? You? You missed him and had no idea how or if you could even get back to him. Gods-damn, you couldn’t even think about the other him, it made you sick. You weren’t sure on the exact moment that you knew something was really really wrong, but the screams were never a good sign.

the exits from the clothing store was all blocked, no one could get out. it was dark, the emergency lights in red and sirens came on. the cashier cowered behind her desk and pressed a button. I don’t know how but Bucky brought his shield with him, and of course Nat never left the house without a weapon.

There were civilians, that’s what you were worried about. in the distance you could see multiple shadowy figures, and you could almost feel their eyes grazing over the store. they were looking for someone, specific. if anyone can shed some light on this it was you. you grew a fireball in your palm, its brilliant blue drawing attention to yourself. you chucked it in the direction of the shadows illuminating them briefly.

a man with a rifle, dressed in all black, a mask that worked more like a muzzle, You could barely make out tufts of blonde hair on his head, he was physically intimidating. the fireball faded out and it was dark again. One of the men spoke to the mysterious one, in a language you didn’t recognize. 

“найди женщину!” (find the woman!)

Nat was close by using a rack of pants as coverage. her eyebrows stitched together in confusion. 

“They’re searching for a woman?” she asked her voice barely above a whisper. Gunfire erupted and racks of clothing were hurtled across the store. You looked to Nat and fir the first time you saw actual fear in her eyes. As much fear as you yourself were feeling you couldn’t let these bitches kill innocent people. you let two fireballs rise in each palm, stretched them, making them one and let the blue mass float over the civilians in the Knick of time.

Just as one of them shot, your fire deflected it and melt the bullet with ease. Your heartbeat quickened in pace and you could feel your energy fading fast. You weren’t used to protecting this many people at once. in an instant a black mass came into your vision, startling you. it was the masked man, he rose his gun to aim at you, with a slight moment of hesitation giving him a window to protect you, Bucky came and his shield blocked your vision from the masked man. a shot rang out, loud and close. The man discharged his weapon. 

“Bucky? What are you doing here? Run!” you pleaded with him.

“Oh. i couldn’t let my best girl get hurt, huh?” he teased with a smile on his face. He lunged forward against the masked assailant. Bucky usually overpowered his enemies but this was different. He was dangerously evenly matched. The masked man produced a knife, flipping it without effort in his hand. the man picked Bucky up and flung him across the store, hitting the metal barricade and falling through it to the other side.

Nat came in behind you, when you felt your throat close up, the man was choking you. your blue flames dissolved into the air. Nat tried desperately to electrocute him but it didn’t work. You almost lost consciousness but used your last ounce of energy to burn through his mask. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Steve?” you said to yourself. He was staring back at you with cold and hardened blue eyes. there was no mistaking it, this was Steve. No way? Had the roles been reversed that much in this world? Something seared into my cheek, the strike of a blade swift on my flesh.

Steve brought down his blade onto Nat, she was distracted from protecting me. blood hit the floor, staining it crimson. I can’t have my friends die again. Steve kicked Nat away with a firm shove of his boot. Steve took hold of my neck again and raised me up, examining me with an eerie curiosity.

His eyes bore nothing at all on the surface but beneath you could tell there was something, he wasn’t completely lost, right? This time you were able to feel a frigidness and the familiar smell of machinery. Steve’s left arm was missing and in its place, a gruesome reminder of his time in the jaws of HYDRA. 

The way he was looking at you, it was the same as if an animal was looking at prey, not ready to strike it down. A loud clang rang through the store, hitting Steve’s metal arm and returning to its wielder. Bucky. Through feeble gasps you tried to break through to him again. 

“S-Steve!” you called. His eyes narrowed and head tilted slightly.

“Who the hell is Steve?” he asked in English. He’d let go of you only because Bucky was on top of him in an instant. You fell to the ground coughing and gasping loudly. The two of them struggled, entangled in each other. Harsh punches struck Bucky’s face, spreading blood across the floor.

Something in Steve had snapped. You thought you saw him recognize Bucky just for a second. But it was fruitless, It only made him bring down punch upon merciless punch. You rose your hand, your fire blocking Bucky’s face and another barrage of metal. 

“Please, stop! I’ll go with you. Just don’t hurt him.” you pleaded with the predator before you, if he had an ounce of what he was left in him, you hoped he would listen to you.

“Y/N, Don’t!” Bucky begged through garbled speech, his mouth full of blood and pain.

“Солдат. Цель миссии. Возьми женщину живьем!“  Commanded one of the masked men who now you recognized to be a HYDRA agent.

(Soldier. Mission objective. Take the woman alive!)

Steve growled and put firm pressure on Bucky’s leg, with a loud snap Steve broke his leg. Bucky yelled out, defeated, and unable to help.

Steve walked over to you and his arm punched the air out of your lungs. He threw you over his shoulder. The last thing you remember was Bucky’s pitiful pleads.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch her! Steve! God-Dammit!”

Your long hair swayed with Steve’s movements out of the store, joining his other HYDRA members. You couldn’t hold onto consciousness, as the cold soldier took you from your family, from your home. Now you were nothing more than stolen goods.

end pt 3.

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Legacy Pt. 5: Stay in Character

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Series Masterlist

A/N: Hey y’all! I hope you’ve had a great week! Sorry for the large gap between these few parts. I have been swamped on schoolwork because of AP exams coming up. I do not own any of these characters except (y/n)! Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Zemo has one plan to get to the source of the serum in Madripoor; the winter soldier. After a fiasco in low-town, the three of you run into an old ally who is willing to help you in your mission.

Warnings: mentions of blood, typical cannon violence, angst, some fluff

(y/n) - your name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/h/c) - your hair color

Italics - flashbacks

(Y/n)'s pov:

As I was slowly waking up, I hear the words I never wanted to hear; “James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Suddenly wide awake, I shoot up out of my chair.

“No! Absolutely not! Bucky, you’re not him anymore!”

“Hey, take it easy, (y/n/n). You’re still hurt.” Bucky says softly. “As much as I hate it too, it’s the only way, doll.”

“You’re serious? James, come on! This is the same Zemo who made you fight all of us in 2016!”

Bucky stands up from his chair and walks towards me, gently grabbing my uninjured arm. He leads me away from the cabin and into the small kitchen where we could have some privacy. To my surprise, he immediately envelopes me into a hug, careful of my injuries.

Burying my face in his shoulder, I quietly ask, “Bucky, how are you actually feeling about this?

“I’m okay.” I know he’s lying because I can physically feel him tense up at the question.

“James...”

“I’m terrified, (y/n). The last time I was him, I fought you, Steve, and the other Avengers.....I know I just have to act like him, but it just brings me back there.”

I pull away so I can look him in the eyes. “You didn’t have a choice then, but you do now. You’re finally in a good place. Please don’t do this, Buck.”

“I hate this, but I have to. It’s the only way to find out where the serum is coming from.”

I sigh, stepping back from him to lean against the counter. “If I can’t change your mind, I’m coming with you.”

His expression hardened. “No. Absolutely not. You’re still hurt. You still have to wear a sling and have a cast on your hand!”

To make a point, I quickly take my arm out of my sling before he could stop me.

“Damn it, (y/n)!”

“See?” I move my arm around in a circle, biting back a groan because of the pain radiating from my bicep. “I’m fine!”

“You’re so damn stubborn!” He huffs before storming out of the room.

I can’t believe he’s actually going this, and I really don’t know why he’s trusting Zemo. I can’t help but think back to Berlin and all the problems surrounding our “Civil War.”

Zemo’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. “James has informed me that you are going to be accompanying us to Madripoor. Here is your attire for the mission.” I take the dress he was holding out to me and hold it up to my figure.

“It doesn’t leave much to imagination, does it?”

“You will have to play as Smiling Tiger’s date. Sam will be playing him, and James and I will be playing as ourselves.”

Scoffing at the fact Zemo thinks Bucky is only the Winter Soldier, I turn and walk into the bathroom to get changed.

The dress is upper thigh length, form fitting, dark green, and completely covered in sequins. It has a plunging neckline that makes me very self conscious of my physique. As I’m looking in the mirror, my mind wanders to the last time I got dressed up like this. Nat and I had went out for a girls night just a few weeks before the tragic mission in Lagos. She always had told me that I had to be willing to go out of my comfort zone for missions and just everyday life. Our current situation definitely qualifies as out of my comfort zone.

With every movement of my arm, it sends sharp pains through my bicep. I sneak into the kitchen and take more pain medicine without anyone else seeing, then go back to the bathroom. When I was almost done fixing my hair and makeup, I hear a knock on the door.

“Here are some shoes.” It was Bucky. I can tell he is still angry at me but I really don’t care. There’s no way I would let him go anywhere with Zemo without me, even if Sam was there.

“Thanks.” I open the door and grab the shoes as I walk past him. He grabs my uninjured hand, stopping my movement. I turn towards him and I was not expecting the look I got from him. It was like his anger had faded away as soon as he saw me.

“Wow. You look so beautiful, doll. I really like that on you.” His warmth filled eyes roamed my body and lingered where the dress was tightest on my curves. That was when I noticed the uniform he was wearing. It was very similar to the actual Winter Soldier vest that Bucky wore in D.C.

“Thanks James. I wish I could say I like yours.”

“I know. I don’t like it either.....look, I’m sorry about earlier. I just don’t want you getting hurt again.”

I nod as I sit on the seat to look at the heels he gave me. They were four inch black block heels with ankle straps. Surprisingly, they fit me perfect. Standing up, I pull the dress down, trying to cover as much exposed skin as I can.

Bucky looked like he was about to say something but stopped at the sight of Sam walking in the room. I look over to him and immediately start laughing. He was wearing a dark red suit with yellow circles and all types of decorations.

Looking to over to Bucky, I continue to laugh as a smile cracks on his face.

“Shut up, (y/l/n).”

Zemo walks in. “Time to go.”

Bucky and I haven’t said much to each other since his apology. We’re currently walking on a bridge, making our way to Madripoor.

“We have to do something about this. I'm the only one who looks like a pimp.” Sam complains.

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you're supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.” My eyes widen and a laugh threatens to leave my lips at Zemo’s words.

“He even has a bad nickname.” Zemo leans over and shows Sam a picture of Smiling Tiger on his phone. “Hell, he does look like me, though.

As I take a deep breath, my nose burns from some horrid scent. “You smell this?”

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?”

A car approaches us and stops about 10 feet ahead of us. As we all walk towards the car, Zemo starts talking again.

“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There's no margin for error. High Town's that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town's the other way.”

Bucky opens his mouth for the first time in a while. “Let me guess. We don't have any friends in High Town.”

He gets no response as Zemo gets into the car and waits for the rest of us to get in. Bucky opens the door for me and gently grabs my hand.

“Please be careful. And know I’m sorry for whatever I may have to do.”

“Always, James.” I lean up and kiss him on the cheek before getting in the car, where he gets in next to me.

Arriving in the club, I could practically feel every man’s eyes on me. It made me feel so objectified, and Sam caught onto this. He pulled me closer to him by my waist and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” into my ear. Looking over at Bucky, I see that it’s hard for him to keep his cool at all of these men looking me up and down. Even though he is frustrated with me, and vice versa, we're still together, regardless of how new it is. We make eye contact for a short second and his eyes convey a thousand emotions.

As we’re walking through the club, the people surrounding us start to notice and chatter about who was with us; the Winter Soldier. Finally making it to the bar, a bartender approaches us, looking at Sam.

“Hello, gentlemen...and lady. Wasn't expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

Seeing Sam somewhat panic, Zemo saves him. “His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.”

“What would you like, sweetheart?”

I clear my throat, “Just water please.” He gives me a weird look but hands me a glass.

This time he turns to Sam. “The usual?”

He nods and the bartender turns around and grabs a snake from a jar on a shelf. Sam looks at me with wide eyes as I suppress another laugh. The man cuts into the snake’s stomach, grabs something out of it, and drops it into the glass.

“Ah. Smiling Tiger, your favorite.” Zemo jabs with a smirk.

Looking extremely uncomfortable, Sam picks up his drink. “I love these.”

“Cheers, Conrad.” They clink their glasses together and Zemo drinks his shot straight away. Sam, on the other hand, just puts the glass to his lips. Getting a whiff of the strong stench, he groans, moving it to his eye level.

“Mmm.” He brings it to his lips once again but hesitates on drinking it. With a final, groan, he downs the drink while I just sip my water, trying not to laugh. Bucky subtly nods and looks away with a tiny smirk in order to stop himself from laughing too.

Eyeing Sam suspiciously, the bartender walks away. Immediately, our attention is stolen by a bald man with a bushy beard.

“I got word from on high. You ain't welcome here.”

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me...” Zemo gestures mover to Bucky.

“New haircut?” The man asks.

Taking a breath, Zemo finishes, “Or bring Selby for a chat.”

With that, the man walks away and I find myself drawing closer and closer to Sam out of fear of what might soon happen. Zemo turns towards Bucky as he grumbles.

“A power broker? Really?”

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let's just pray we stay under his radar.” This is the first time I’ve ever seen Zemo even moderately scared over a potential adversary.

Sensing there was something he wasn’t telling us, I break my silence. “Do you know him?”

“Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.”

Within a few seconds of Zemo’s comment, another burly man walks towards us. As soon as the Baron started speaking Russian, I knew what was about to happen, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. The only thing I could do was hold onto Sam and try not to act like it bothered me.

“Зимний солдат. Атака.”

When the man placed his hand on Zemo’s shoulder, Bucky sprang into action, grabbing his hand and clotheslining him. As more men ran towards him, he continued to take them out.

Zemo leaned over to Sam and I, whispering, “Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.”

At his comment, I almost punched him but Sam gripped my waist tighter, warning me not to. As if he felt my blood pressure rising, Bucky ended the fight by slamming a man onto the counter with his hand around the guy’s neck. Suddenly, guns were being cocked all around us and Sam placed a hand on Bucky’s vibranuim arm.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.” Warns Zemo in a whisper.

He turns to Bucky. “Молодец, солдат.”

The whole bar is silent until the bartender from earlier breaks it. “Selby will see you now.”

Bucky slowly lets go of the wheezing man who then falls onto the floor. He quickly looks over at me with a look I can’t identify except as shame. I wish I could run to him and give him a hug, saying everything is okay. Sadly, we have roles to play.

As Sam and I walk closer to him, Sam asks, “You good?” All James does in response is inhale sharply and nod quickly before walking away. Having enough of the act, I reach out for his hand. I’m quickly stopped by Zemo who gives me a death stare that reads, “Stay in character.” As much as I hate it, he’s right. Taking my place on Sam’s arm, I silently pray nothing else will go wrong in our mission.

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[ferns-and-raspberries]

Not mine, Ours

K arli Morgenthau x reader

A/N: I know this was an anon request from awhile ago so sorry it took so long 🤍 :)

“Karli, Karli wait!” you yelled as you ran after her through the park, fleeing the scene of Nico’s death. Running to try and catch up to her while the noise from the main street started to fade only leaving the pounding of your boots against the ground. Watching the new so-called ‘Captain America’ smash that shield into Nico was one of the hardest things you've ever had to witness. Although you didn't know him well his murder still sadend you, although you could only assume Karli was taking it much worse. “Karli please!” you pleaded, finally being close enough to grab her shoulder while she slowed down only to push your hand away.

“You should go back to the safe house to help pack up, we’ll be leaving soon,” she said continuing to walk through the trees in the deserted park. “I'm not leaving without you,” you said pulling back the branch she had previously let swing back to its original place “I’m not leaving without you” she scoffed under her breather before stopping in her tracks making you bump into her. “You're not leaving without me huh?” she said angrily turning around only to step forward, inches away from your face. “I’m your leader, I'm in command and that was an order-Why won't you just leave me alone?” she yelled cutting herself off while you stood there furious.

“Because I love you!” you screamed back at her while trying to catch your breath although before you had the chance she cupped your face and pressed her lips to yours.

Surprised and still slightly upset, you kissed her back forcefully while throwing your arms around her shoulders. Reluctantly parting for air you leaned your forehead against her with a smile. Rolling her eyes with a grin she quickly pecked your lips “I’m sorry, it's just-” she started to say “I know it's getting harder,” you cut her off “You have every right and reason to be upset, the Flag Smashers are your life but you knew when you started this everyone wasn't going to make it to the finish line” you said with a bitter smile while she moved her hand to your waist enveloping you in a hug. “Our life” she repeated into your should giving your collarbone a quick kiss.

“I love you so much Pumpkin, you know that?” she says smiling into your neck before looking back at you. “You know, I can probably have Dovitch pack up tonight,” she says with a smirk “Yeah?” you asked amused while she separated from you only leaving your hands intertwined. “Yeah, they won't miss us that much,” she said leading you out of the trees with a smile.

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[val-made-a-mistake]

❝RUNAWAY.❞

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summary/request:

warnings: fluff, guns, mentions of starvation, i think that’s it

word count: 2.4k

a/n: hello to this lovely anon! i adored writing this fic, but at the same time i feel like i haven’t written enough— i was verging on the idea of smut for this one, but ultimately decided i have no idea how to write smut for karli, so i hope the ending doesn’t seem too abrupt lol. enjoy!

//////

You blurred the lines.

You knew that from the start, you’d never been hired to do anything, you were just one of Nagel’s partners having hitched a ride to Latvia from Madripoor, much to everyone’s discontentment. Not totally evil and not totally good, but you’d proved yourself useful, and you had to keep proving yourself useful if you wanted to survive this journey.

The lines were becoming increasingly invisible the longer you sat in this stifling car, on a road somewhere between Riga and Kaunas. Bucky wouldn’t even turn on the radio, so you rode in silence, Sam in shotgun, Bucky driving, you behind him in the back with Walker on your other side, still breathing heavily from the afternoon’s events.

You couldn’t stand him. You had to sit in a car with a murderer and pretend like everything was okay. Someone had managed to fit an elephant into this already cramped Mazda.

“Anyone hungry?” Bucky bit out stiffly, employing his turn signal. You hadn’t eaten in hours, and according to the digital clock on the dashboard, it was just turning over into midnight.

“I’m good,” both you and Walker muttered, but Sam said something about needing to pee, so Bucky curved into the gas station and let him out.

There was silence for a moment— a silence you hated.

“Fuck it,” you mumbled. “Lemme out. Gonna get some snacks, that okay?”

Bucky unlocked the door and you climbed out like a little kid, gulping in fresh air that felt like an antidote to the poison you breathed in whenever you were in Walker’s vicinity.

And in that moment, a horrible idea overtook you.

Leave.

As you set off towards the store, you edged your phone out of your pocket, just in case. Fifty percent battery, not exactly desirable, but doable. You could buy a charger as soon as you stepped into the store.

You’d lived in Madripoor for half a year, you knew how this shit went. Use Google Maps, turn on Airplane Mode whenever you weren’t using your phone, pull your hood up, stick to dark but unsuspicious areas, bargain and compromise always, hope to God you didn’t starve. If you wanted to, you could do this.

The candy aisle was tantalizing, so you took three of your favourite chocolate bars as well as the charger you wanted and avoided the clerk’s eye as he rang you up. You had a few crumpled euros left over from your time in Madripoor, but it wouldn’t last you more than a week, you’d have to get out of Lithuania as soon as possible in order to make this work.

And then what?

The Flag Smashers were trending on Twitter after John Walker had beheaded one of them, and as you left Riga, protests were already starting to flare up. It wouldn’t be too hard to find a protest near you, you supposed.

Leave, the same horrible voice repeated.

You stalled in the store, wondering if Sam had gotten out of the bathroom yet, and checked your phone again. After a long internal debate, you wiped Bucky, Sam, and Walker from your contacts app— their photos, their phone numbers, everything.

You took a deep breath, still avoiding the clerk’s eye. Most of Lithuania’s terrain was flat and hardly mountainous; good for running on but not really useful if you needed to hide.

Now having a hard time looking natural, you opened Google Maps on your phone and pulled your hood up over your head. The hood of the Mazda was facing the road, not the store, Bucky wouldn’t see you if you decided to run in the opposite direction.

Then, deciding on no dramatic motion, you pushed the door open with your elbow and booked it.

//////

You ran until your legs and heart were screaming in pain. One hour had blurred into two, the gas station had faded into darkness, and all you could see was the dark, slightly squelchy grass, the wide paved road, and your phone on minimum brightness, leading the way towards the nearest hotel. You could only afford to stay one night, then you’d have to buy a bus ticket to Riga, print it at the front desk, and launch what you were calling phase two of your paper-thin plan.

Meaning: you’d avoid Bucky and Sam and Walker as much as you could and do everything in your power to find Karli Morgenthau.

She seemed like the most reasonable option, anyway. The Flag Smasher motives weren’t as crazy as Walker made them out to be, and if Karli truly believed in the one world one people thing, she’d be eager to accept you, you had plenty of ammunition and intelligence experience because of Madripoor. If you were useful to Bucky and Sam, you were useful to her. Wouldn’t be too hard to find her, right?

She was hardly a forgettable face.

//////

As expected, Riga was completely bursting with protests the minute you stepped foot off the bus. You loved to see it, really.

“Abolish Captain America!”

“Resign! Resign!”

“Don’t make Steve Rogers come down from the moon!” someone screamed as you passed.

Even if the protests were just confirmation of your gut feeling that Walker had never been good in the first place, you knew you still had bigger fish to fry. After you’d been tipped off by someone at the hotel, you’d downloaded the Flag Smasher app and were planning to use it to seek out Karli tonight. According to the red dots pulsating on your screen, there were still plenty of Flag Smasher supporters revolving around Riga.

Maybe you’d invest in a knife before you met up with them, though.

//////

“Hello?” you called out, waving a dollar store flashlight in front of the path ahead. “Is anyone out there? Hello?”

You’d gotten a notification from the app that all Flag Smashers were to meet along this creek tonight and had stupidly gone along, more concerned about squandering an opportunity than taking proper precautions to defend yourself. You kind of regretted it now that you were wandering along a deserted road in the dead of night with no idea where you were supposed to be heading, though.

There was a rustle, and you whipped around.

Nothing.

But you were experienced, you knew all the noises no one would ever forget in a dreadful silence such as this, and hearing the safety of a gun click off was just about the worst.

“Who are you?”

You put your hands up automatically. “Y/N Y/L/N, I’m looking for Karli Morgenthau?”

You heard that same someone take a step forward.

“I am Karli Morgenthau. You’re Nagel’s bitch, aren’t you?”

“Nagel’s dead. Good riddance, I never liked working for the bastard anyway,” you shot back coolly. “I’m not looking to hurt you, I actually wanna join up with you guys. Can you put down the gun?”

Karli ignored you. “I thought you were runnin’ with Walker and his wingmen.”

She took a heated step forward. “It’s either that or you’ve been sent by the Power Broker to kill me.”

You kept your flashlight aimed at her feet. “Walker and his guys were my golden ticket out of Madripoor, so I took it, okay? Nothing deeper than that, soon as I found a way out, I left ‘em. And I hate the Power Broker even more than you do, there’s not a way in hell I’d become one of his lackeys.”

You stared at her silhouette. “Walker and his buddies are nothing without me, so if anything, it’s kind of invaluable for you that I wanna join up with you guys.”

“We’ve already taken the serum, and Zemo smashed the rest of our stocks,” she snarled. “There’s nothing about the serum we don’t know, and the only person alive that could make it is dead, like you said.”

You pressed your lips together. “But his assistant isn’t.”

You stared at each other for a very long time. Your heartbeat thrummed louder than ever, and for a second you thought she was going to shoot.

“Dovich!” she called, finally, and a Flag Smasher trampled out of the darkness on command.

“Get her a coat. And a plate,” she said. Hoping you were out of the woods, you raised the flashlight to her face— she was, of course, beautiful as ever.

She didn’t flinch either. “Welcome to the Flag Smashers, Y/L/N.”

//////

God, you hoped Karli wasn’t straight.

She loved keeping you around, keeping you close, sharing private information with you because after the first weekend of running with the Flag Smashers, she realized you were actually valuable. There’d be long hours of you sitting in a safehouse or a tent going over chemical formulas for the serum, and then Karli would just…stare. At you. For a moment longer than was natural. Her eyes were brown, so brown they were almost black, and they were so wide and beautiful that once you started looking, you couldn’t tear yourself away.

And then she’d deflect with a remark about the ongoing problem of you having no idea where to get these lab-grown ingredients, unless it were possible for you to go back to Madripoor and scout out the charred remains of Nagel’s lab, which would be difficult enough considering the Power Broker was almost definitely waiting for you there with a shotgun. Two bullets for the both of you, how romantic. Three days after you’d arrived in Ukraine, you’d started getting haunting text messages from an untraceable number— 000-000-000– saying that he “knew what you did” and he was “coming to kill you”.

You kept your eyes on your objectives. If the Power Broker wanted you, he was going to have to try harder than that.

“How much time do you think we have?” Karli asked you quietly one night, making you look up.

“What?” you replied.

“How much time do we have?” she repeated.

“What do you mean?”

Karli made a face. “I mean, even though I know what we’re doing will outlive us all, I’m just thinking about how long it will take before the Power Broker finds us. I’d rather it be later rather than sooner.”

You chewed on your lip. “He’s never gonna find us though. We’re deep underground, remember?”

This was true. Not only did you have the Power Broker to deal with, word on the street was Walker was looking to kill you both too, so you’d been driven into hiding so secret you were starting to think about investing in a photostatic veil.

“I know, but we always have to think about the what ifs when considering a new plan, y’know?”

The plan right now was to flee Odessa for Constanța, Romania as soon as you could. You’d have to get up at dawn in order to be on time for the new round of vaccine shipments coming from one of Karli’s suppliers. Until then, this grimy safehouse you were standing in right now was your home.

“I disagree,” you said softly. “The what ifs just hold you down, and you don’t need that when you’re on the run.”

Karli narrowed her eyes. “So we shouldn’t be cautious?”

“We shouldn’t overload ourselves with the what ifs,” you corrected. “You’ll drive yourself insane doing that. Y’know, for the first couple of weeks I was in Madripoor, I panicked so hard I gave myself an ulcer? I ended up getting surgery.”

You pulled your shirt up to reveal the scar, and Karli’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Wow.”

You weren’t sure if she knew she was doing the staring thing again.

“I don’t know if you know this, but in the Flag Smashers, we don’t really talk about our pasts,” she said.

Your eyes widened. “Did - did I do something wrong?”

Karli looked panicked now. “No, I mean, it’s not illegal, just a lot of us don’t really-”

“I - um-“

You both struggled for words for a moment, and when neither of you said anything, silence fell. The quiet was so thick it seemed syrupy, dripping with a feeling you swore you knew, just couldn’t recognize.

“There’s still so many things about the Flag Smashers I don’t know,” you said hollowly.

She just looked at you. “You don’t need to know them. We’re not a high school clique.”

You gestured around the safehouse, with its flickering lights, waterlogged ceilings, creaky furniture and surfaces you wouldn’t want to examine with a blacklight. “Well, seeing as we can barely trust anyone in our current predicament, we kinda are. Just not high school. Fighting for something bigger than ourselves.”

“One world, one people,” Karli murmured.

“Y’know by that logic, the Flag Smashers are the world?” you laughed.

Silence again.

It happened so fast it felt like a brush of butterfly wings: one minute she was standing opposite you, looking at the ground, the next she’d taken your face in her hands and kissed you.

It was only for the quickest of moments, you froze like a deer in headlights as she pulled away.

“Um, what?” you said, and to your horror, your voice was an octave higher than usual.

Karli looked horrified. “What?”

You stared at each other for a minute.

“You kissed me,” you said slowly. “I - I wasn’t-“

Her eyes were wide as saucers. “I - um-“

An unfamiliar wave of braveness washed over you, and before your brain could give the okay, you’d pulled her hand into your lap and kissed her back.

Karli automatically fell into it, and you got this horribly beautiful sense of déjà vu as the kiss deepened all on its own— like this was meant to happen, somehow. The hand you pulled into your lap was gripping your waist now, and your own hands were soft on the base of her neck, pulling her closer.

You broke away with a loud pop and glanced at the door. “Are we-”

“Shh,” Karli whispered, and her lips crashed against yours again, making any complaint you had die in your throat.

You let her push you onto the counter.

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[tfatwsiguess]

Prologue

"Alex!"

You look over your shoulder as a vaguely familiar voice calls your name out on the street. After a moment of searching, your eyes land on the black SUV pulling up beside you. You stop walking as it brakes to a halt, and lo and behold who sits just several feet away from you.

Uncle Nick.

You hadn't seen him in almost a year. Not since the last time he came by to see you at your new apartment he had helped you get. Seeing him was the last thing you were expecting on your way to the bookstore. But you'd recognize the voice anywhere. It was hard to forget. Raspy. Serious. Just like he was.

Plus he sounded like the funny guy from The Incredibles. But he was almost as illusive as the Sasquatch of legend.

"Hey, Uncle Nick." You walk over to the passenger window as he lets it all the way down.

"You on your way home?"

"I'm actually on my way to the bookstore. I'm headed that way."

"Hop in. I'll give you a ride."

"Are you sure?" You couldn't keep the surprise from your voice. You learned years ago questioning his work life was pointless, but you knew how occupied it kept him. "It's not that long a walk if you have somewhere to be." You observed his dramatic spy like clothes, but didn't say anything else.

"I'm passing that way. Won't be a problem."

"Thanks." Like usual, you just rolled with his erratic reappearances, and got in the car. You were used to Uncle Nick popping up out of nowhere after months of never hearing from him and acting like it was normal.

He watched you fasten your seatbelt before driving off. "Try not to look so surprised. I'd give a ride to any of my nieces, if I had any others. I'm nice like that."

You just give him a humorous smile and let him play off his most recent months-long absence. Even if he wasn't around, he was still there for you when you needed him.

"Where to?"

"You can drop me off at the bookstore near my place, that's where I'm meeting them."

"How are things at the apartment?"

"Good. Rent's always paid. Landlord doesn't bother me." You explain, referring to whatever mysterious yet extremely helpful agreement he set up for you when he got you emancipated.

He only nodded. "Meeting your friends at the bookstore, huh? Your generation still read these days?"

"Some of us..." You smile at the casual old-man question. "It's for a group project, that's why we're meeting there. There's a cafe, free WiFi and all that."

"Is that what sixteen year olds are doing on their Saturdays now," he remarked rhetorically.

"I'm seventeen, Uncle Nick."

Fury looked directly to you, as if believing you were trying to trick him. "Since when?"

"Since two months ago. Like always," you answer, grinning in lighthearted amusement.

"... I don't appreciate you reminding me of my age." He looked serious, but the humor was there. He shook his head and looked back ahead to the road. "Years keep getting shorter and shorter."

His lack of remorse and birthday knowledge didn't bother you. The two of you didn't see each other enough, and weren't close enough that you expected to give or get presents for each other for things like this. Heck, the man only called maybe twice a year to check in on you since living on your own. You weren't even sure how old he was. You knew his work, whatever it was, kept him busy. Well beyond the confines of your typical busy, anyway.

He was the only blood relation you had left, but knowing he was there was good enough for you.

His black car pulled up briefly at a light, stopping alongside a police car on an otherwise empty street. You pulled your phone out to send a message to your friends, tapping at the characters on the screen.

"Wanna see my lease?"

You look up at Nick when he speaks, then follow his gaze past you. Two officers sat in the squad car, nosily staring into the SUV you two sat in, as if driving down the street were cause for suspicion.

One then muttered something into their radio, and the other one sounded a whooping siren from the speaker in response, before pulling off.

You just look away and roll your eyes.

Assholes.

Nick pulled off after them once the light turned green, passing through the intersection as you continued to type on your phone.

Neither of you had been prepared for the second cop car that came hurtling into the side of your car at full speed. Or the third one that rammed into the back of your vehicle, boxing you in against the sidewalk.

You had felt the car lift from the ground as the cop car forced you up against a row of sidewalk pillars, making you slam into your side door and hit the side of your head on the window, phone falling to the floor.

When the second and third blow hit, you were sure there must've been a pile up in the road. Cars that couldn't brake in time before crashing into you.

You suddenly heard a distinct ringing in your head, a pain in your shoulder growing quickly. It started to waver in and out of your ears as you finally sat still for a moment. And when the car started talking, you knew you must have been imagining things.

"Multiple impact injuries detected. Anesthetic injection recommended."

A fourth undercover police car appeared while the two of you sat there like sitting ducks. Nick reached over to the glove compartment in front of you and grabbed two cylindrical injectors.

"Police dispatch shows no units in this area."

He ripped the cap off of one before methodically stabbing it into your arm. You hissed at the sharp sting, and he did the same with himself.

"What is that?" You watched him at first, noticing the blood on his head and arm, but then slowly looked up when you noticed the commotion he was warily observing outside. The police cars were empty now, their passengers on the street and surrounding you with guns drawn, making your eyes widen.

Giant black vans drove up, letting out around a dozen men with the word SWAT on their vests and what looked to be AR-15 rifles, same as what the policemen were already aiming plenty of towards you.

Something told you the two of you were in a lot of trouble.

"Uncle Nick, what's going on?!"

His partially bloodied face showed no sign of surprise, but maybe a dash of concern towards your situation.

"Who did you piss off?!"

Two questions that he never answered. He eyed each faux cop and SWAT agent, sizing up your odds in his brain. "Get us out of here."

A diagram of the vehicle appeared on the windshield, red flashing warningly. Red was never good. "Propulsion systems offline."

"Are you talking to the car?" All at once, every rifle in the vicinity starts firing on the car, making you jump and press your back into your seat as the glass stops each bullet from hitting you, in hopes that it would magically absorb you into a state of safety. "Why are they shooting at us?!"

"Hurry up and reboot, damn it!" Nick snapped, glancing at the windshield before looking back to the firing squad.

At some point you became aware of how badly you were shaking. Your hands clamped protectively over your head, paranoid of all the bullets rushing towards you despite the bulletproof windshield. You were being shot at by at least two dozen assault rifles right now all at once. Oh how your Saturday had taken a turn...

"Stay calm and do everything I say, got it?"

You only nod vigorously, taking bracing breaths in attempt to ease yourself.

There was so much noise. Sounds of guns firing over each other, orders being shouted, and glass cracking and threatening to forfeit what was your only form of cover right now. You didn't know how long it lasted until the glass became almost completely littered with cracks.

But suddenly it stopped. The street became silent once again, but you saw every eye and automatic still trained on you. A group of the SWAT team came into view of your uncle's window. They were setting up a battering ram.

"Warning: window integrity compromised."

"Ya think?!" Fury unlatched his seat belt and pulled himself over next to you, putting some distance between him and the window, and bracing you between himself and the car door. "Hold on."

You were already gripping onto the door handle and armrest console for dear life. But even that hadn't been enough to steady you for the sheer amount of impact the battering ram made as it slammed against the driver window, rocking the car and shaking everything inside.

"Window integrity: thirty-one percent. Deploying countermeasures."

"Hold that order."

"What?! Countermeasures sound very important right now!" You commented in terrified confusion.

"How long until propulsion is up?"

"Calculating..."

Another smash to the window makes your head hit your side window again, and you try desperately to ground yourself better, because you knew this wasn't stopping.

"Window integrity: nineteen percent. Defensive measures advised."

"Wait!"

Another merciless hit left a widening circular crack to the window, spiking your fear up to a thousand percent. "Uncle Nick!"

"Window integrity: one percent."

"Now!"

You yanked your hand back when the armrest moved beneath your hand and a giant gun emerged from the inside. In horror you watched as Nick grabbed it and returned endless rounds of fire onto your assailants, taking down nearly everyone in view. Bodies dropped, and suddenly a grenade fired from the bottom slot, exploding one of the police cars in a fiery eruption. Black smoke and orange fire boomed as one car was sent flying into another.

"Propulsion systems back online."

"Full acceleration, now!"

He continued firing at every threat in sight, as several of the fake policemen were still standing and firing their guns toward him.

Fury's car rumbled below you, tires screeching against the asphalt as they unsuccessfully tried to move full force past the car smashed into its front, then intuitively switched into reverse.

You finally drove off of the scene, leaving behind a fraction of the enemy agents this had started with. The wheel twisted and turned as you sped down the street.

"Initiate vertical takeoff!"

"Flight systems damaged."

"Then activate guidance cameras!" Nick moves back over into the driver's seat, taking over steering. "Gimme the wheel! And get me Agent Hill."

Your head whipped over to him at his use of the word 'agent'. Not because any of this happening to him totally surprised you, no. Maybe more so at the fact that he finally said something so job revealing in front of you.

"Communications array damaged."

"Well what's not damaged?!"

"Air conditioning is fully operational."

"Full blast! It's hot as hell up in here."

You look back as police cars continue to chase after Fury, and he expertly weaves through the cars on the road. You were going so fast that your whole body tensed in fear that you would crash. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…”

"Traffic ahead."

"Get me an alternate route!"

"All vehicles stopped on Roosevelt Bridge. 17th Avenue clear in three blocks; directly ahead."

"We're gonna have to take it." You heard him mutter, switching gears. The car lurched as he pushed the accelerator harder, speeding and passing a pick up truck on your right side. But the opening wasn't wide enough and his car caught the back left of the truck, causing it to spin around and land on part of the sidewalk.

"No! What are you doing?!" You look back frantically at the discarded truck that was left blocking part of the street and sidewalk, with an injured and confused driver inside.

He only drove on and sped in between two cars, scraping the sides as he propelled forward. But the assassins' cars were relentless, and simply pulled up and weaved around other cars to take more shots at the S.H.I.E.L.D. director.

"Get down!" He ordered and reached over you to pull the lever of your seat, making you fall back with the recliner just as more shots fired into the car, splintering your already bullet-riddled window on the inside.

Your hands flew to your head when one agent hung out of their car and fired at Fury as a city bus passed between them, with no remorse for shooting through the bus full of civilians in attempt to get to him. The bus driver slammed on the brakes at the sound of passengers screaming and glass shattering under gunfire, which allowed the assassins a clear shot after passing by.

But Nick Fury wasn't having it. He yanked his steering wheel to the side and full on collided his car up against the other, putting him right up against his attempted murderer. He wrestled him for the gun, punching and dodging unsuccessfully.

While he was distracted, the other car pulled up alongside your side of the vehicle, their gun dead set on your uncle. And at this point, you were just about tired of getting shot at. You shot up and lifted your hands, fingers clamping in towards your palms as you attempted to take hold of the weapon before they could use it. It wasn't so difficult from ten feet away, so when you could feel the metal energy rushing through your fingers, you clutched onto it and pulled the firearm out of their car, letting it take the driver with it and fall behind into the street.

The passenger stared at you in what must’ve been inconvenienced shock, but quickly recovered, and jumped up and into the driver's seat to steer before he could crash. He grabbed his own firearm, so you gripped the bottom of his car with your magnekinesis, and yanked your arm back as hard as you could. The squad car flipped from underneath itself, and it was left it in the dust.

Nick had finally managed to grab the gun from his opponent and hit him over the head with it, then shot him in the shoulder. He turned back to you, having missed your measures of defense. "Stay down!"

"Warning: approaching intersection."

His head snapped back to the road, and just before you could drive out into traffic he slammed on the brake. However, the fake cops were too busy going for the kill to take notice, and they drove ahead into the intersection just as a huge truck was passing through. It made hard impact, t-boning your attackers and not stopping until the smaller car wrapped around it, landing in the center of the intersection. There was no question of whether they survived. Despite their malintentions getting them there, you couldn't help but grimace at the sight of them being completely obliterated by the truck.

Fury didn't wait a second to swerve left and hightail it out of there. Now that you shook the last cop car in sight it was time to disappear. For a moment, it seemed you were in the clear. But you hardly got a block or two away until you saw a car driving down the wrong side of the road and right toward you. This time another fake SWAT van, with an agent hanging out of the side window and pointing an AR towards you.

"Windshield integrity at forty-three percent."

"Damn it." Nick stopped the car and put it in reverse, backing up to turn onto the side road before your attackers could get in range, but you stopped him. Adrenaline pushed you to act, so your hand reached out towards the brake, making a fist to hold it down.

"What the hell?!" Your uncle exclaimed at his car's sudden disobedience. "What's the problem?!"

"Brake engaged."

The SWAT van was racing toward you at dangerous speed, but you knew even if you escaped down the side road you weren't going to lose them. So you decided you would stop them right now. Call it an adrenaline high, or powerful intuition. You'd never practiced with your abilities in a real situation like this before... So you didn't even truly understand your confidence in what you were doing as you reached your other hand out, and stopped the array of bullets between you and the other car. Tens of bullets flew through the air only to get caught in your magnetic field. You only waited until the mercenaries stopped firing to let them drop to the ground. But they were still speeding towards you, less than a building's length away.

You could feel the energy pulsing through your hands, feeding you intuition and protection. So you used it again, to reach out and manipulate their steering wheel. Their van jolts a hard left much too quickly, so it trips over itself and spins a couple times in the air before dropping and skidding to a stop in the middle of the intersection, only yards away from your car now. No one else was hurt. It was a clean countermove.

Panting, you watched the crash scene, and lowered your hand. All was suddenly quiet around you, and you turned your head to a very confused Nicholas.

"What... the hell!"

You grimaced. Even his surprised face didn't look all that surprised. It was more like... accusatory and displeased.

"... Surprise?"

"Escape route recommended."

"Keep your eyes open, and hold on." He ordered as he put his car back in drive, but you could tell by the look and way he said it that the two of you would be having a conversation later.

"Disengage brake," the car helpfully advised as he tried to accelerate.

He looked at you, and you shook your head. "Oh–" you finally relaxed your left hand, and the brake released. He veered a hard right and took off down the next road, hoping to get to safety before another damn police car or SWAT van showed up.

"Get us off the grid!"

"Calculating route to secure location."

"How did you just do that," he demanded.

"It's a long story."

"Well ya better start talking, ‘cause last I knew my niece couldn't do that!" He glanced at you, staring for a moment in suspicion. "Are you really Alex?"

"What? Yes it's me!"

"Then you've got some explaining to do–"

"So do you!" You fired back as he sped down the road, wind whipping past through shattered window openings. "You just killed like twenty guys back there!"

"They’re trying to kill us."

"You mean you."

"Us. You're a witness now." He swerves left as directed, making you fall back on your reclined seat again. Other drivers frantically scrambled to avoid the madman. You groaned and had to pull yourself back upright, as well as the back of your seat before you got whiplash or something of that unpleasant effect from his wild maneuvering.

"Get back in your seatbelt, we're not secure."

Obediently you pulled the strap back across your chest. "Ya know, I knew it! I knew you were in the CIA or something!"

"You don't know shit!" He countered, denying the possibility of you, his teenage niece, catching on to him that easily.

"You wear an eye patch, you only dress in menacing black or leather, and you contact me like once a year! It's a little obvious!"

"We can discuss my work life when we're certain we're not dead. Now stop asking me so many damn questions and stay vigilant!"

Quickly you looked behind to see if any mercenaries were still following you, still gripping tightly onto the car as he wildly steered.

Fury kept a lead foot on the accelerator, determined to get to security. That was, until a figure appears just up the road. He squinted through the bullet punctures at the darkly cloaked man.

"Ah hell no..."

You look to him in concern, then ahead to whatever he was gawking at. And it was impossible to miss. A man, out in broad daylight standing in the middle of the road. No costume, no imposter government car. Just him, with his grown out brown hair, black protective gearing covering him head to toe, and aiming his weapon right at you.

A gasp filled your lungs, and before you could lift a finger, a disc shot from the launcher. But it didn't fly directly towards the two of you like all other weaponry sent before. The disc flew underneath his SUV, and you could hear it latch onto the undercarriage.

Maybe a nano second later, the device detonated, and you couldn’t process any of what happened next.

The sheer amount of explosive pressure sent the back of the car into the air, and it flipped you two over with a harsh crash, landing with the roof of the vehicle down to the street. The teched out car that had done such a good job of keeping the two of you alive, now slid uncontrollably down the asphalt at deadly speed, making a horrible scraping noise as it went.

The dark figure calmly side stepped the two ton car hurtling towards him, and watched as it slid to a grinding stop, meters ahead.

Civilians gawked, and recorded, and fled about as the bullet ridden car lay upside down on the ground, a cloud of black foreboding smoke leaving a trail through the street.

The black clad figure began to walk towards the scene with an unbothered, unparalleled swagger.

Slowly, you blinked once, then twice. Blur filled your vision, and you could feel your body had already gone into shock. You were so stiff that you couldn't even tell if you were breathing until you let in a forced inhale. Your hair hung towards the ground, bits of glass falling in the same direction.

Your seatbelt was keeping you hanging from your seat, but Nick was laying on the ceiling below you, trying to recover himself.

With careful and cautious movement, you went to dislodge your seatbelt, but discovered your arm was pinned against the car door. You could barely move.

Your neck twisted slightly to look around, and your eye caught movement out of the driver window. Black boots were strutting calmly towards you, taunting to your demise.

"He's coming." You only managed a whisper.

Nick finally looked up at you, having not heard. "You okay?!"

Blood was rushing to your head. Your senses were overwhelmed with the smell of smoke and blood. You could feel dull pain in the side of your head, and your body forced another sharp intake to your lungs. You knew there was no time to get free as those combat boots neared menacingly.

"He's coming!" It come out louder; choked, more afraid. You frantically tried to brace yourself with your free hand on the ceiling to get free; to at least regain some sense of control.

Nick looked over to where your panic stricken eyes had settled, and saw the calm gait already halfway to his car. A second later he pulled a device out of his jacket, then turned back to you. "I need you to hold still."

Outside of the car, the deadly assassin finally reached his destination. He grabbed the car door, and with an easy yank, sends it flying across the street to crash onto the sidewalk. He knelt down to look in, and discovered an empty car. All there was, was a burning hole left in the ground.

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[fict1onallyobsessed]

Acting Reckless

Karli Morgenthau x female!reader

TW: mentions and descriptions of injuries

Not my GIF!!

Eavesdropping was something you'd never do. Out of all the people in the shelter that you, Karli and others stayed in momentarily, you understood the importance of privacy the most. Being an Ex-Hydra assassin you took precautions to not act like your other self, especially knowing that anyone could change you into the assassin you used to be.

But this was an exception. Karli's informant payed a visit to the shelter 5 minutes ago to let her know an illegal cartel group is dealing with basic medicine supplies but the only way to get to them would be if you pretended to be your other self for 2 days as they are high class agents from various facilities.

You stood behind the door as the two of them continued talking in the other room.

"Listen, (Y/N) is the only person capable to recreate Hydra behaviour. If she comes with me, I'll pretend to sell her for information and we can get through the border leading us straight into the cartel," The man explained to Karli who stood with crossed arms and an unamused look. "I'll bring her back in one piece in 2 days."

"She's been through hell with Hydra and now your asking her to act like the assassin she wants to get rid of. Absolutely not." Karli fought, shaking her head.

Your heart shattered at her care. She is the only person you trusted to tell your whole story to, obviously Karli told her informant to be careful in case there's any ties with other ex-hydra at any point. But this was medicine they were talking about. Medicine would save lives and if you had to act for a bit to save lives then you'd do it.

You walked into the room silently so the two of them couldn't hear, courtesy of Hydra training. You continued to listen as you walked closer to the pair.

"It's a lot of drugs-" He insisted but before he could continue you interrupted them.

"How much?" You asked, crossing your arms as you stood in front of them. "If I did it, how much drugs would we get?" You didn't look at Karli, knowing you wouldn't be able to hold eye contact with her. After all, she stood up for you and you're now going against what you always wanted.

“Around 5 kilos,”

You nodded, now looking at Karli. She shook her head at you with wide eyes telling you to not go and that it wasn't worth it. "There's never too much medicine," You told her the turned to the man. "I'll do it."

He smiled, pushing a bag in your direction against your chest. "Your costume. You're going to have to look and act like Hydra." You huffed and took the bag out of his hands nonetheless. "We leave in 15 minutes."

You nodded, turning around and heading towards yours and Karli's small room. Just as you were leaving the room you heard Karli snarl; "If anything happens to her I'll kill you myself," then she followed you.

You reached your room, immediately peeling off your clothes and taking out the costume out of the bag. It looked just like the one you wore at Hydra, exact same pattern. Exactly the same material. You hesitated to put it on as you looked down at it in your hands, gently stroking the material with your thumbs.

You took a deep breath, finally able to put on the trousers of your costume onto your body. The door opened and you didn't have to look back to know who it was. You simply pulled out the top of your costume out of the bag - which felt like a straight jacket - and stared at it, reassuring yourself it was just acting.

Karli's hands wrapped themselves around your waist and she placed her head onto your shoulder. "You don't have to do this," She breathed. You dropped your hands and looked up, sighing and nodding.

"It'll help so much kids though," You shrugged. "I can do this."

She remained silent, just enveloping you into a tight embrace. "But I need you to tighten the back of the top of the costume cuz it's basically a straight jacket." You chuckled lightly.

She nodded and pulled away, grabbing the top from your hands and putting it gently over your head, then tightening the straps on the back. You felt compressed. Restricted again just like you did at Hydra. You looked down at your outfit you'd have to wear for the next 2 days and then back up at Karli who had a sympathetic look on her face.

You gave her a sincere smile and put the empty bag over your shoulder, nudging your head towards the door. The two of you left to meet the man again, hand in hand walking through the shelter silently.

"Ah you look amazing!" The man smiled as you walked through the door to the room he was in. You didn't respond and simply continued walking towards him with a stern look on your face, throwing the bag in his direction once you were close enough to him. He hummed as he lifted the empty bag over his shoulder. "There's something missing,"

Your brows furrowed and you looked at yourself. "Everything is the exact same as it was back at Hyd-"

The man reached into his pocket, pulling out a black mask and lifting his hand for you to take it. You stared at him, then the mask then back at him, shaking your head and stepping back, letting go of Karli's hand and crossing your arms despite the outfit being uncomfortably tight on your back. "Absolutely not," You denied.

"You have to," The man shrugged. "They could recognise you if you don't"

Karli looked at you confused and saw the fear hidden deep within them, turning to look at the man almost instantly with furrowed eyebrows.

You sighed and snatched the mask off the man and shoved it in your pocket. "You're already over-stepping your lane." You snarled at the man. He simply smirked and told you the two of you would be leaving in 5 minutes giving you enough time to say goodbye to Karli.

She grabbed both your hands in hers, standing in front of you and sighing softly. "Don't die,"

You smiled momentarily looking down onto the ground. "And you stop worrying. I'll be fine,"

"You better be. You're supposed to be here at 1 a.m. in 2 days. One minute late and I'll go looking for you," She said in a defined voice despite clearly joking. You laughed and pulled her closer to you and pecked her lips gently, pulling out the mask you previously hid in your pocket and lifting it over your face, securing it over your mouth doing your best to ignore the mental pain you were in. She let go of your hands and watched you walk away, dreading the sickening feeling that bubbled in the pit of her stomach.

*time skip to after the mission*

Your tired feet almost dragged themselves across the pavement as you walked back towards the shelter. The sky was so dark you could barely see what was the pavement and what wasn't. The mission took a tiny bit longer than needed because some agents were where they weren't supposed to be. But it all payed off and as proof you had a black bag filled to the brim with various medications hanging off your shoulder.

The bag was heavy and it strained your shoulders more than you'd like but you carried on walking, exhaustion building up rapidly. Karli's dealer ditched you half way through your journey back with the excuse of finding someone. He must have thought about what Karli would do when she saw the state you were in.

You could practically feel each bruise forming on your body and the tight costume wasn't much help. Your muscles ached with each movement and the clip on your mask got stuck so you couldn't even take it off, the fabric rubbing on your face you knew it would leave marks on your nose and cheeks.

You reached the shelter with an exhale but the mask just blew the air into your eyes. You were so ready to take the whole thing off and sleep in your girlfriends embrace even if it was on a concrete floor. The outside of the shelter was empty, no children playing, not adults talking, everyone was probably sleeping in their run-down rooms in groups of more than 10. You walked closer to the buildings door when it opened before you could even reach it and out came the orange-haired girl you fell in love with.

Her eyes were wide as she stopped to looked at you momentarily then rushing over to your side. You dropped the bag gently beside you, a relieved sigh escaped your lips when you felt Karli's hands wrap around your waist pulling you close to her body. Because of your clothes and how much your body hurt, you couldn't reach up to hug her back so you simply put your head in the crook of her neck.

"Please take it off," You mumbled into the mask that still covered your mouth. She pulled away but her arms remained on your waist, furrowing her eyebrows. She understood after a second, reaching up and fiddling with the clip on your mask until you could hear it snap open and the mask fell to the floor.

You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes and enjoying the crisp air that entered your lungs for the first time in 2 days. You opened your eyes and looked at Karli who's face was plastered with worry. She reached up to your cheeks where the material of the mask eroded into your skin. She could see the outline of where the mask used to be and it broke her heart.

A single tear ran down your cheek, burning the scar that went across it. Karli grabbed your hand and reached down to pick up the bag you previously dropped, throwing it over her shoulder and dragging you into the building towards your shared bedroom.

You didn't regret going. But you knew days to come would be really hard. Nightmares were bound to happen, more sleepless nights and random disassociation were also on the list of consequences.

Karli sat you down on a chair in your derelict room and immediately got out the antiseptics she kept hidden for emergencies. Your clothes were ripped and you could see your stab wounds through them and the blood that continuously dripped down your cuts and injuries.

"Arms up," She said in a hushed tone. You did as she told you to despite the pain that travelled through your muscles, knowing she would only help you. Karli loosened the straps on your back and gently pulled your top over your head leaving you in only a sports bra, revealing all your cuts clearly.

Once she finished disinfecting your wounds and stitching them preparing them to heal, she took another chair and straddled it in front of you, getting started on the massive scar on your face. "This is going to hurt," She breathed, showing you she was about to pour your face with chemicals that were supposed to help. "Ready?"

You nodded, furrowing your brows as the liquid hit your skin. You did your best at containing the screams that wanted to escape your mouth until she was done, biting down on your hand or lip and groaning occasionally. Karli put away the medicine and helped you change into comfortable pants and one of her hoodies. You still sat in the chair, elbows on your knees while your head hung low, tiredness flooding your entire being like a wave tide in a storm.

Karli pulled you up by your arms, leading you to the make-shift bed and setting you down gently, careful not to put you in more pain. She climbed into the bed beside you, letting you put your head on her chest and arms around her waist. Her fingers played with the ends of your hair, attempting to relax you into a slumber but sleep didn't seem to want to come despite how tired you were.

Silent tears travelled down your cheeks and across the bridge of your nose onto the shirt Karli was wearing. Memories of the last 2 days replayed in your head. You had to kill to get that medicine, snapping other criminals neck to save your life. At least they were criminals, right?

Karli noticed and put your head under her chin as she rubbed your back reassuringly. "I had to kill again," You choked out, stuttering over your words when your throat tightened and chin trembled. You hugged Karli's waist tighter as if she would somehow disappear.

"I'm so sorry love," She kissed the top of your head as tears of her own surfaced her eyes. "You're okay now," Her voice sounded light as your hands loosened on her torso, getting yourself comfortable and letting a peaceful slumber to finally overcome you.

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[goldenachilles]

I read a fic once that was a non-powered au (...I think?) were Sam and Bucky adopted teenager Karli and, as far as non-powered au’s go, I think it’s a lovely concept and I need a million more like that

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[kentaroranda]

Same Old Mistakes ✦  a ‘falcon and the winter soldier’ fanfiction.

Nicola Olivier was barely an adult when the world ended. She lost what was left of her family, and spent a year completely lost and alone. That was until she met Karli Morgenthau - the two previously lonely girls now had each other, and they didn't need much more. Nico hadn't realized how good they had it until it was too late, and the universe decided to un-fuck itself. Radicalization, several bank heists, and a serious arrest later, Nico suddenly found herself branded as a war criminal, negotiating with the U.S government for a potential plea deal. 

When she becomes entangled in the lives of Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes - with a side of potential international terrorism - she figures she might as well start rolling with the punches.

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It’s crazy how old stuff can just suddenly creep up and make me feel things. I realize this sounds like I’m talking about something from my actual life, but at this moment I’m referring to the part of Mockingjay where Peeta is like “I must have really loved you,” and Katniss says, “You did.” That speared me out of nowhere this evening.

179 notes • Posted 2021-03-09 05:44:50 GMT

#4

Writers of Descendants fanfiction: Okay, so I have to remember the characters’ upbringing at all times and extrapolate what skills or hang ups they might have, and it has to be consistent and logical throughout.

Canon Descendants writers: So anyway, everyone forgot to lock up their bikes and Carlos forgot there aren’t five-star hotels on the Isle.

209 notes • Posted 2021-09-05 20:29:31 GMT

#3

I feel a deep emotional bond with that one Black Friday audience member who lets out a joyful noise any time Corey Dorris does any kind of choreography.

248 notes • Posted 2021-01-11 03:37:58 GMT

#2

Okay, on a more intellectual note, since I got that rage out of my system, I do think Wanda is an interesting case study as to what kinds of atrocities make a Character At the Start of Their Arc and what atrocities make a Tragic Villain Who Has to Die to Show That the System Failed them. Wanda is allowed to kill and harm countless people, movie after movie, and is treated as a misguided person on her way to eventually being a hero. Loki (though I enjoy him) is allowed to do the same, with similar treatment. But Erik Killmonger (N’Jadaka), or Karli Morgenthau, both have reasons and points, despite their methods, and they both have to die as martyrs to the more moderate characters, who will enact the murder-free version of their ideology once they’re gone. Wanda and Loki have no ideologies, really; only self-serving goals and power to carry them out. Erik and Karli are initially powerless (acquiring power through leadership of like-minded people) and very passionate in their ideologies, yet for some reason they are beyond help, beyond redemption.

And curiously, the exact middle-ground here is the villain from Spider-Man: Homecoming, who has a point and a sympathetic reason for his villainy and definitely does murder but who ends the movie alive, in jail, and treated with respect (since the film goes out of its way to show that he’s honorable enough not to reveal Peter’s secret identity).

Of course, obvious difference is: Wanda, Loki, and Vulture are all white, and Karli and Erik are people of color.

826 notes • Posted 2021-05-13 19:21:30 GMT

#1

I genuinely adore the fact that Sam and Bucky argue when they’re together but they’re so united when confronted with anyone else. Like, them walking past fake Cap together just gave me such a boost of joy.

3093 notes • Posted 2021-03-26 17:54:22 GMT

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Through a Glass, Darkly pt 2

Pt 2: Adjustment Therapy

2024, The Otherworld, Delacroix, Louisiana-- The Wilson Family Home.

TW!: Cussing, drama, arguments, keeping secrets.

Read pt 1 here: Through a Glass, Darkly pt 1: Go Ask Alice

Author’s Note: This one is SO LONG! I am SO sorry! 

You woke to birds chirping happily outside an unfamiliar house. it was a sizeable room from what you could tell. you sat up brushing wayward tufts of hair behind your ear. You were alone. Of that you were grateful. some time to yourself meant you could try to gather your thoughts. Natasha and Sam are a thing, with kids. I’m honestly happy for them. Joy is a great color on them. 

Bucky. My dear James. He...looks so terribly sad. There must be something i can do to help him. He wasn’t in the room, and from his words earlier, maybe he was watching over me as i slept? Something is gnawing at him. You turned your vibrainium wedding ring on your finger as you thought about him. Even if you’re not my Bucky, I need to make you okay. I need to see that once in a blue moon type of smile on your face again. 

With the stone eroded, was there even a chance you could get back to your own reality? to your Bucky and Sam? If Nat was alive and the second Soul Stone could in fact cheat death, or at least your version of it, then... Where was Steve? Sure Steve wasn’t dead, but for what other reason would Bucky be wearing his suit? It’s not a prank, there’s too many people involved. If Pietro was in the picture, then what happened to Wanda? Was Vision out there somewhere? Nat never mentioned Clint once. Maybe Tony was walking the streets of New York again? 

You let your hands rake across your face. You let out a deep sigh. I can’t think about this too much right now. If i let this get to me, it’ll kill me. You got up from bed, its springs creaking as you did. The old wooden floors moaning beneath your weight in various spots as you carried yourself to the window.

Pushing the dainty white sheer curtains out of your way, the light blinded you if for a moment. Several oak trees called this place home, they were massive and adorned with low swaying Spanish moss. You noticed a long dirt driveway warn from years of tires, people coming and going. A smile crept along your face seeing Bucky and Sam in the large yard, training. Bucky threw the shield, his shield, it’s target landing squarely in a tree some feet away. You were just able to make out Sam yelling at him.

“Hey! Stop making dents in my trees man!” Sam said taking the shield with some difficulty out of the tree and tossing it back to Bucky. a certain sadness washed over you. I miss you so much! You must be devastated, searching everywhere for me. I’m gonna try everything to get back to you, my love. Tears dropped silently from your eyes, quickly you wiped away their hot stains on your cheeks. You gathered yourself and was just about to exit your room when Nat called up from the first floor.

“Karli! Nate! Time for lunch!” You opened your bedroom door just as you heard the rumbling chaos of feet. 

“I’ll beat you there! I’m gonna get you! Ooooh! Too slow!!, Got ya!!” Karli said with zeal to the little boy, her brother, scooping him up in her arms and planting him on her waist before he was able to reach the stairs. The boy squealed with innocent excitement. You didn’t recognize the boy’s face at all, but the girl was a different story. She couldn’t be older than 16, she was the same as you remember. Brilliant auburn hair, beautiful body-wide freckles, deep brown eyes, fair skin. And as she played with her little brother, a smile that made your heart melt. Bittersweetly, you remember her lifeless body in Sam’s arms, descending into the crowd of onlookers and news crewmen. 

Seeing her like this, was like a gut punch, it took all the wind from your lungs. This small moment was not so one-sided. Karli noticed you, recognized you even. Her face hardened and she gulped, he face paling even more, like she’d been staring a ghastly ghost this whole time. Her eyes never left yours as she yelled down to Nat, her mother, “We’re Coming!!”

Karli reluctantly broke the eye contact and hurried down the stairs, into the kitchen. You braced yourself on the door jamb, you weren’t sure if you could handle this, but you need to keep going. you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. Flashes of being on the dock, consoling Steve as he wept for Natasha, you did the same but you felt you had to stay strong for him. 

You gathered yourself and traveled down the stairs lightly. The sound of clinking dishes and several happy cooing from Nate graced your ears. A floorboard creaked loudly beneath your feet as you just barely crossed the threshold into the kitchen. Nat was dressed in pajamas that hugged her curves, adorned with cute pictures of knives on her pants. Karli preoccupied herself with a  fresh piece of toast and jam. She didn’t dare to look at you. Nate began chanting, “toas, toas, toas!” happy to get some toast for himself in his blue highchair. 

Nat... had a family. She’s a mother. What would she say if she saw this? Is this something you would have wanted, Nat? A lazy Saturday morning, feeding your kids lunch while your husband trained outside in the front yard? Is this the kind of happiness you would have thought of? Did you ever dream of this? A small piece of normalcy?

“Well don’t just stand there, Y/N. My cooking isn’t that bad.” Nat made a snooty remark, pointing to an empty chair across the table, where no one else was sitting. She turned around and fixed my plate. I sat down awkwardly occasionally jutting my gaze towards Karli. She didn’t try to look at me. Instead she worked on scarfing down her food. Nate played with his food, taking one of the piece of cut up toast and waving it around like an airplane. 

Nat confidently gave me a plate of her cooking, just when i was about to interject and request no eggs. But she was already on top of it. staring at the plate in front of me, a bit dumbfounded.

“Toast with strawberry jam, cheesy grits, and a side of bacon. no eggs. just like you like it.” Nat sat down and rested her chin in her palms, smiling proudly at her accomplishment. 

“Thank you, Nat. But, How did you--” 

“Silly Goose, You and Bucky lived here too, for a time. I couldn’t forget my best friends favorite breakfast foods. Never in a million years.” She smiled up at me and directed her attention to Nate who whooped loudly. The front screen door screamed in protest as it was opened and slammed loudly in its closure. Sam and Bucky came in, a sweating mess from a long morning of non-stop training. 

Bucky was hesitant but grabbed some food after Sam, both of them fixing their own plates. Bucky reluctantly sat down next to you. You gave him a weak smile and tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear. Your first instinct was to rest your head on his shoulder but instead you shoved another mouthful of grits into yours mouth. The flavor distracting you from the pain of wanting to connect to Bucky. Yes he was different but wasn’t he still your Bucky? Your James?

Karli was the first one finished with her food, clearly there was something bothering her. Quite rudely she rose from her eat, the chair scraping the floorboards loudly. Sam rose an index finger at her, “Ah ah ah! No. Manners.”

“But!--” Karli growled and rolled her eyes.

“Karli. Geneva. Wilson. If you don’t sit your butt down. Be cordial. Sam ordered and Karli grudgingly sat back down. She gulped, and for a second, just a second she looked back at me. She regretted the decision immediately, turning her face away.

  “May I be excused?” Karli asked, bawling her fists in her lap. Sam let out a sigh through chewing his piece of bacon. “Go ahead.” Karli nearly bolted out of the room, setting her dishes in the sink with a loud clink. She ran up the stairs and to her bedroom, closing the door with a loud bang. Nat closed her eyes and shook her head. That was awkward and I feel like I’m to blame. You continued to eat your meal and once Sam was finished he wiped his mouth and excused himself from the table.

“This girl is gonna be the death of me i swear.” Sam muttered to himself as he walked away, following after his daughter. Nat gave us a smile and you smiled back. “The grits are really good. perfect texture and flavor.” you complimented her truthfully. 

“Well i’m glad someone enjoys my cooking. You’re always open to have more if you’re still hungry. You too Cap. Just try not to eat through everything, alright? Sam’s appetite is bad enough, add a Super Soldier in the mix? whew. I’m teasing Bucky. Eat up.” Nat said as she gathered up Nate and put him on her hip. He’d made a mess of himself. She left the room, humming an unfamiliar tune, something in Russian. 

The tension kept growing through the silence. You ate and grabbed your plate, rinsing it off and setting down in the sink. You sat back down across from Bucky, waiting patiently while he finished eating. You stared down at your ring again, twirling it around your finger, nervously. You admired the way the pewter and golden colors glinted in the light of the kitchen.

“You’re a married woman. He must be a lucky man. From the looks of it--- that could be a ring only Tony Stark could afford.” He gulped down his last bite of toast. Gosh the way he just looked at you, you could almost see those puppy dog eyes again.

“The lucky man, isn’t far away. He never left me. But it’s like he’s blinded, and I don’t know how to make him see again.” you smiled remembering your Bucky. 

Rising from his seat and grabbing up his plate he spoke, “Well I hope he’s still salvageable. Uh. You can stay here as long as you want. Don’t tell Nat, but if you ever want something other than her cooking, i’ll go out and get you whatever you want.” He came over to the sink and you stood up from your seat. You chuckled. Maybe somethings couldn’t change, even from universe to universe. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, to kiss him, to feel his hair as you ran your fingers through it. Wishful thinking.

“Thank you for the favor. I’ll keep that in mind.”  this is a cruel torture. To be so close yet, eons away from the other. Natasha came back from around the corner, putting Nate down on the ground and tapping his butt lightly, “Go on, find your sister.” the boy got excited once again and ran up the stairs. Bucky Smiled at the little boy as he passed. 

“They really do grow like weeds. Need me to go into town for anything Nat? Y/N?” Bucky asked. You waved your hand and your head, you didn’t need anything.

“Yeah could you pick up a Happy-kit from the corner store? Looks like this one needs a pick-me-up!” Nat nudged your side and you couldn’t help but smile. “C’mon, let’s make it a girls day. No Super Soldiers or Birds allowed!” Nat said pointing to Bucky as he exited the room and waved her off. 

“Oooo, yellow is definitely your color.” Nat praised as she pressed the yellow bikini against your clothed form. “C’mon, try it on, we’re losing daylight.” 

You were shy at first but followed Nat’s lead anyway. She had a red bikini on herself and a straw hat, a flowing sun robe and flip flops. You helped her bring two sunchairs to the dock out back. You waited for her to return, enjoying the subtle noises the lake was making. You peered out into the distance, this was, nice. you can’t remember the last time you’d had any downtime for yourself, let alone spend it with another person. 

“The finishing touch won’t be complete with a little liquid courage.” Nat broke the silence returning with a small cooler filled with beer for her and she handed you a bottle of your favorite wine. Sweet Pink Moscato. it’s been a long time since you had a drink. 

“Wow. thanks, Nat. really thank you for everything you’re doing. you don’--”

“I insist. Y/N, don’t feel bad for being pampered or taken care of. you deserve it as much as anyone else here.” She said firmly tipping her sun glasses to peer at me as she sat down in her chair. You nodded allowing yourself to lay back in the chair. listening to the birds and the sounds of the lake lapping at it’s edges. The hot Louisiana sun baking your skin. Every so often you’d take a swig of your wine. You weren’t sure ow much time had passed, 30 minutes? an hour? you didn’t really need to know anyhow.

“Hey, Nat?” you asked after finishing another swig of your wine, the bottle now a quarter of the way done. 

“Yeah?” 

“How did you and Sam meet?” you asked tossing your head over to her.

“Well, He got put on a mission to investigate the Red Room. I was there about to, um, graduate. But in the knick of time, he saved me, among some others. it didn’t happen right away. at first we kind of hated each other. but he showed me shield, offered me something better, you know?” she said sitting up.

“not too long after that, we got married. You and Cap hit it off just after I got this,” she pulled down her bikini bottom just a tad revealing a decent horizontal scar along her belly, below her belly button. “I cried the first time i held her. I was only seconds away from really becoming a widow. it’s so crazy to think, what would have happened if that big dumb pigeon never came swooping in? I don’t think about it much. You and Cap came here after you uhhhhh. Nevermind. Four years ago, Nate was born here. In this house. Lemme tell you, if you ever decide to opt out of the epidural, take it!”

You gave her a weakened smile, “Noted.”  

You two stayed under the sun for a few hours, making sure to put on sunblock and enjoy your drinks. You went inside at the first sign of thunder in the distance. You went towards the shower when Bucky came out, shirtless, his longer than usual hair dampened onto his forehead. He paused and took in your image in the bikini. he was mesmerized.  

“Wow. uh. You’re beautiful. Huh? Did you say something?” he asked getting flustered in no time flat.

“Uh no. no i didn’t say anything. um, are you done with the shower? I’ll be out soon. I just want to get this sunscreen and sweat off. I uh---” you began to stammer with your words, unable to keep your gaze away from his prominent muscles and dangerously low towel. Once again he was unable to control his urges and swooped in, his large hand caressing your jawline, index finger brushing behind your ear, the rest of his fingers putting slight pressure beneath the base of your skull. he dragged you in for a kiss. it was a sloppy yet tender yearning. You couldn’t help but brace yourself against his chest.

You savored that feeling, of flesh against flesh. He couldn’t stop kissing you, and you him. it was an agonizingly sweet tug of war. you’d leaned into his lips and hummed having to stand on your tippy toes to reach him. but he abruptly broke the kiss. landing his forehead on your own, panting, you searched his face. He was wanting something-- more. Something that wasn’t sensual.

“Come back to me Doll. Please. It doesn’t matter, I already know what we’ve lost. Y/N, I need you. I’ve been so disoriented since they took you. I-if you need to see her i can take you to her. Just tell me what you need sweetheart. I’ll get you the moon. please I’ve been dying without you. I’m here. I’m here now. They can’t hurt you any longer.” there are no words to describe the kid of pain that you felt coming from this man. this man that you have loved so dearly. All his differences didn’t seem to matter but there was information you were sorely lacking. If Bucky, Sam, and Nat have needed me so desperately, they needed to know my side of things.

They needed your universe of happenings. they needed all of it, every single piece of broken history you could offer them. My hands reached up to Bucky’s neck. you were so confused.

“James? Who is her?” you asked starting to get scared for his mental state. His face deflated and looked as if it was weighted down by something. 

“Forgive me. I was out of line, Doll. Go ahead, wash up. I’ll be in the living room.” Bucky said, utterly defeated, his strong back caved in on itself, like he was carrying the weight of the world on them. He sat on the bed and you closed your eyes. What could have possibly happened? 

As you dried your hair with a towel, a car horn was heard outside the residence. Karli and Nate were going out shopping with their Aunt Sarah, who you noticed to have no children and considerably shorter hair. Karli, you saw had calmed down after getting a lecture from her father. You were sitting in the living room with Bucky a distance away from him. But you were able to hear what Karli and Nat were saying. 

“Can I drive?! Please!” Karli asked practically begging.

“Nice try but No. and i’m texting Sarah to make sure you don’t.” Nat said firmly.

“Why not?! I have my license!”

“Drop that tone with me young lady before I make you fix that boat.” Nat’s tone didn’t change, maybe that was what was so scary about her authority. It was collected and almost calm.

“Yes ma’am.” Karli surrendered.

“And you don’t have your license, you have your permit, big difference. Watch your brother, have fun, and do not wander around the mall. You’ll give your Aunt a heart attack!” Nat ended closing the front door.

Sam came in and Natasha followed soon after. The tension was thick in the air. So you decided to be the one to break it.

“Alright. I need you guys to know a few things. I know that i look and act like Y/N but i’m not Y/N, not really. Well, i guess i am but at the same time i’m not.” you said spitting out the first things that came to mind.

Sam adjusted in his seat on the couch, his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity and confusion.

“What do you mean, not Y/N?” he asked, placing a hand on Nat’s knee. 

“Just let me tell you my story. it may or may not make sense, but it’s mine. I hate to see you all walk on eggshells because of me. please, just give it a listen.” you pleaded with the room, looking at their downtrodden faces.

“We’ll listen, Doll.” Bucky broke the silence and scooted closer to you, grabbing your hand. You weren’t sure who needed it more. You or him?

“I don’t even know what to say. I’m... dead? all because i gave myself up for a, what was it? a damned Soul stone?! nah, i’m gonna need a beer for this. Babe you want any?” Nat was overwhelmed, you thought that telling them your version of the world would make things less mucky. but maybe it made it worse? Bucky has been unable to speak for about an hour. 

the  blazing sunset was just making its arrival into the back windows. Karli and Nate should be coming back soon. Sam craned his neck across the couch to answer his wife.

“Sure babe, bring two please.” he asked and she returned with the alcohol. Hell, that Heineken was looking good to you now. Anything to take the edge off. Bucky ran his hands through his hair. 

“Don’t bother making dinner for me. I’m not hungry Nat. If you need me, you know where to look.” Bucky said rising from his seat on the couch, nearly ripping his grip from your own. You got up to follow him. he slammed the front door, accidentally ripping it off its hinges. 

Karli, Sarah, and Nate saw it all happen. Karli had flowers in her hand, a beautiful small bouquet with red roses, white lilies, and Baby’s Breath. By then Bucky ran out of sight, down a small path. Karli strode up to you with a fury.

“What did you do? Huh?! What did you say to him?!” Her face aflame with anger.

“I-I didn’t do anything.” you said flabbergasted by her reaction.

“UGH! Come here! If you can’t remember the truth on your own, I’ll show you!” Karli snatched your hand up and practically drug you down the pathway. Karli ignored her aunt’s calls for her to stop and come back. 

it didn’t take long to catch up to Bucky. in a small wooded area, there was an opening next to a weeping willow tree. Bucky was knelt by a small gravestone. 

“See Y/N, do you remember now?” Karli said letting you go and flinging you towards the grave. Bucky got up from his resting place.

“Thank you for the flowers Karli but you really need to leave. Apologize to Y/N too.” Bucky said looking thoroughly done with her attitude but softly taking the flowers anyway.

“Apologize?! Hell no! Y/N read it! read the stone.” Karli  shoved your back, as you turned to read it. In cursive letters it read:

Blair Wanda Barnes - 2016

‘Before I formed you in your mother’s womb, I knew you.’

You stared at it for a long time. you had no idea what to say or how to think.

“Dammit Y/N! How could you?! How could you be so cold to Bucky? He comes here every morning! HYDRA took everything from him. Looks like they took more than we thought, since you’re so fucked up! You can’t even remember your own daughter!!” Karli yelled at you. You froze staring at those words and the name engraved on the stone. 

Karli was crying and ran away out of sight. You were so frozen you had to remember to take a breath. You tried to read the stone again but dog tags and a blue Henley blocked your vision.

“Doll, you don’t have to see this, please. Just go lie down. I’ll join you in a little while.” Bucky ordered softly. you looked up at him noticing how his voice was cracking wildly. tears fell from his eyes. this was the second time you’d seen him so beside himself. the first being your Bucky in Wakanda, when his mind was freed. You had no words. you just followed suit, wandering back into the house. 

You followed the steps up to your room. ignoring Nat and Sam’s calls you closed the bedroom door. You felt so numb, the kind of pain that came with that, you couldn’t describe it. You felt violated almost, this kind of news was not meant for you to hear, not now. You had a daughter with Bucky. a daughter. Now his hesitancy makes more sense. Gods! Just laying eyes on you must be so painful! You cried, you cried for yourself, for this Bucky, and for the little bones buried in a tiny grave.

Dusk turned to night, and you were almost fully asleep when Bucky came back into your shared bedroom. the floorboards creaked underneath his weight, he’d checked to see if you were still awake. When he saw that you were asleep , or at least thought so, he gingerly kissed the center of your forehead and pulled the covers over your shoulders. He slept on the floor next to your bedside, for this Bucky’s first time in years.

-End pt 2.

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Birthday Celebrations

K arli Morgenthau x (fem) reader

A/N: This was an ask but I made it sorta self-indulgent because my birthdays soon :) (P/G) - Parent/Gardian

“Happy Birthday love,” Karli said setting your breakfast down in front of you while you smile, stretching up to give her a kiss. “Thank you,” you said gazing lovingly at you while she took a seat beside you. “Remind me to call your (P/G) to say thank you after breakfast” she with a cheeky smile while taking a bite “My (P/G)?” you asked while taking a sip of juice. “For raising such an amazing daughter,” she said teasingly while finishing up her breakfast.

Headcanons:

She definitely makes you breakfast in bed although it may end up with either you helping her make it or her helping you eat it

Makes you a cake while you were out the day before with one of Mama Donya's old recipes

Probbaly gets you those sparkaler candles

If you have a pet she'll get them a little party hat while getting one for herself and anyone else who wants one

If don't want a big party she would either just invite close friends/family or would plan something for just the two of you

If you like bigger parties she would discreetly invite everyone the two of you knew for a surprise party

Would honestly be the best party planner and have all your favourite foods and decorate your shared apartment/house to the nines with your favourite coloured decorations

If you had to go to work before the party she would have flowers delivered to you

Probably brought you lunch

During the party, she would give you a gift with everyone else, saving the more personal gifts for later

Literally lets you do nothing all-day

Want a drink? She's already starting the car

Want a sweater? She giving you hers

She may or may not have written you a poem in the card she gave when the two of you were alone

Probably recorded you opening your gifts to add to your 'Home movie collection that had been rapidly growing from all the road trips and holidays that you to had spent together

After everyone leaves (Or your pet falls asleep) you guys cuddle on the couch while watching a movie with some leftover cake :)

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❝SPECIAL TREATMENT.❞

(not my gif)

summary/request:

warnings: fluff, kidnapping, torture (reader gets punched a bit and stabbed once, but that’s really the worst of it)

word count: 3.1k

a/n: holy cow!! the words really flew out of my brain so fast i surprised/scared myself lmao. i don’t think i should’ve had that much fun writing a torture scene as i should have but here we are. anon, you deserve everything great in the world, ty, ilysm

(ps— i brought back some love in the dark characters, sorry not sorry 😁)

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No one ever said anything, but you were sure the secret was out from the way people gave you side-eyes at the GRC camp.

You and Karli had always been close, okay, she always came to you first whenever she was considering a big move, and you were good at keeping secrets, you thought this one would be easy to keep when you’d blearily shared your first kiss on New Year’s Day, your head ringing from the explosions you’d created to close out 2023 with a bang. But, evidently you’d gotten too frisky. Maybe it was the way Karli always made sure you were the first one in the mess hall, or the first to drink out of a bottle that became a Molotov cocktail, or the way you always seemed to get your rations first whenever Karli was in charge of distributing them. One world, one people, you believed in that firmly, and a part of you knew she wasn’t supposed to pick favorites, but still…living in a world where you couldn’t get a shower or eat everyday, you fed off her silver spoon without remorse.

“Dee-Dee,” you called, making the girl at the chess board glance up in surprise, “Where’s Karli?”

She shrugged, but her eyes seared into you— just another uncomfortable sentiment that made you think everyone knew. “I dunno. By the vans was the last time I saw her.”

You nodded and made your way into the street, narrowly dodging a soccer ball kicked by one of the kids as you went.

Dee-Dee was right, Karli was having a hurried, whispered conversation with Dovich while she strapped away boxes of stuff into the van you’d managed to steal along the Estonia-Russia border, she looked worried.

She stopped once she saw you coming, though.

“Hey,” you said cautiously, shoving your hands in your pockets and bouncing on the balls of your feet, trying to appear natural, “Everything alright?”

Karli cracked a nervous smile. “Yeah. We were just talking about how we’re gonna feed everyone during the trip.”

“Ah, yeah. Yeah. I get you.” Estonia hadn’t been kind to you so far.

She raised an eyebrow almost teasingly and pushed in a last cardboard box labelled ammunition before closing the trunk of the van. “Is everything alright with you?”

You nodded. “Uh, yeah, totally. Can’t wait to travel again, that’s all.”

Between the Flag Smashers on the cusp of finding out your relationship with Karli and the creepy text messages you’d been getting ever since you’d arrived in Eastern Europe, you were less than fine, but of course you would never tell her that.

Karli turned to Dovich. “You can leave us.”

He complied instantly.

As soon as he’d turned the corner of the alleyway leading into the GRC camp, Karli reached out and grabbed your hand. “Look, you can tell me anything, alright?”

Your lips kicked up into a sheepish smile. “What makes you think I don’t already tell you everything?”

“When you’re underground, people tend to tell you only the stuff you need to know,” she said. “But we’re different, I just wanna make sure you know that.”

You couldn’t stop grinning now. “I’m perfectly aware, thanks.”

Even though it was broad daylight, Karli reached over for a chaste kiss, and you allowed her to touch you, ignoring the happy little spiral of feeling that came whenever she did that. One of the reasons why you loved her so much was that feeling— you had to force yourself away before you got carried away.

“Alright,” said Matthew, hurrying into the street, apparently not noticing what had just happened, “We can leave by dusk if we start feeding everyone now.”

You couldn’t help but grin at him. “I’m kinda getting a craving for McDonalds, are there any around here?”

You knew the answer. In basically every country you’d been in, you could find a McDonalds.

Matthew cocked his head to the side. “I can see, let’s get a move on!”

Karli grinned at you once again and started for the camp.

//////

John Walker had morals.

Morals and strategies. That was what got you three medals of honour, the ability to keep your head on straight in a fight, pick a target, and roll with it. Sometimes you had to pick a target for leverage, it happened all of the time in Afghanistan, there was that happy medium between justice and a war crime that John liked to linger in. So why was he experiencing such a heavy mental pushback when he suggested to himself that he kidnap one of Karli’s girls?

He wouldn’t even have to hurt her. Just scare her a bit, that’s all. He had known Lemar, known that he wouldn’t have wanted to be murdered without justice— when you were a soldier, you talked about the prospect of being murdered a lot, either because you thought life couldn’t get any worse on the battlefield, or in John’s case, because you were such a good soldier it would be surprising if you didn’t have a target on your head already. Sometimes it was a little bit of both.

He just needed her location. Her location, nothing else. Loyalty tended to run short when people were put on the spot. Just scare her, that’s all.

John rubbed his temples again, sighing. Ever since the serum, it felt like he was experiencing this constant migraine. God, when he got injected with the serum, it felt like his veins were on fire, now everything had been lit on fire since Lemar’s death.

Lemar would have wanted this.

Right. Yeah, he would have. That was a good enough explanation.

He turned over to look at the Captain America shield resting on the other side of the room. Since he wasn’t able to sleep, he kept picking it up and putting it down. It felt so good in his hands— right, even. John had known that he would never truly live up to Steve Rogers since day one, which was exactly why he said he wouldn’t be the new Steve Rogers when he was interviewed by Good Morning America, but he felt like Steve would’ve been proud of him. America needed someone in charge after the Blip, someone to deal with the Flag Smashers.

If he couldn’t find Karli, one of her lieutenants was the next best thing. Yeah. This was the start of another glorious American story. They’d tell it in museums for decades.

//////

As it turns out, there had indeed been a McDonalds in Estonia, so you ordered nearly two hundred dollars worth of burgers and let dinner run a little later than expected. By the time everyone was loading themselves into inconspicuous vans, you realized too late you needed to pee, so you told Karli you were going to find a bathroom and set off.

The way everything worked out, you were a short way from the GRC camp, so you kept your hands in your pockets and your head down as you walked. You were sure Aminah had told you about a shortcut on one of these streets, you just couldn’t remember which o—

BANG!

Something heavy hit the back of your head, and the last thing you saw was your face making contact with the ground before the dark.

//////

Your head was throbbing with pain and your wrists hurt from how tightly they were bound over your head, the rope moving harshly against your skin every time you fidgeted, and whoever had taken you hostage had stuffed a wad of fabric in your mouth so you couldn’t scream.

What the hell was happening?

You blinked the room back into focus and turned your head, trying to figure out where you were. It looked like some kind of warehouse, maybe a factory, there were a bunch of dusty metal mechanisms in the corner of your eye you didn’t recognize. You weren’t even sure if you were in Estonia anymore, but it definitely wasn’t a nightmare, you could see your very real hoodie lying on the floor in front of you.

“Hey.”

You jumped just hearing the voice, and if looks could kill, John Walker would’ve been dead long ago as he strode into view and knelt down in front of you.

“Look, I only need one thing from you, and then I’ll let you go. But if you don’t cooperate with me, I’m gonna have to resort to bloodier methods I don’t wanna use.”

He gestured around the room, then reached for the fabric in your mouth. “Don’t scream.”

You glared at him but allowed the piece of fabric to come out of your mouth, and for a moment you only gasped and gasped and gasped— you hadn’t gotten a good breath of air in hours, it felt like.

In, out. In, out.

Maybe there was a way this could be resolved safely.

John cocked his head to the side, almost smiling at you. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You met his gaze. “Go to hell.”

He chewed on his lip, and you couldn’t help but follow his gaze as he took out a thick-handled knife and dragged it absentmindedly up your arm. You were wearing a long-sleeved shirt, so it didn’t touch your bare skin, but you tensed nonetheless.

“Where is Karli Morgenthau?” he asked after a beat.

Silence.

It killed you to do it, but you put on your best confused expression and let your eyes fall onto his face again. “I’m sorry, who?”

John grabbed your face at that, you shrieked at the surprise touch.

“Where is Karli Morgenthau?”

“I don’t know!” you cried. “I swear!”

“You’re lying!”

“Why would I lie when I’m tied up?” you exclaimed exasperatedly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, just let me go.”

John brought his phone out of his pocket to show you a picture of a security cam dated 03/09/24– your face was clearly in view even though you had your hood up, you were following Karli out to the van.

It hit you like a slap to the face: this was just after Dovich had robbed that bank.

Shit.

“You could end up in prison for that,” John said matter-of-factly, like you didn’t already know.

You grimaced. “I was aware of that when I robbed the bank.”

POW!

He struck you across the face so hard you would’ve fallen to your knees had you not been tied up, and your head swung to the side.

You let out a melodramatic “ow” and spat hair out of your mouth, trying to absorb the sting as fast as possible.

“Where is Karli Morgenthau?” John repeated.

“I already told you,” you replied evenly. “I don’t know where she is.”

“Oh, so robbing the bank was just a one time thing, huh?” he replied sarcastically. “I have more photos of you two, y’know.”

He scrolled through his phone and showed you a video of Karli pushing you against an alleyway wall to kiss you— this time your blood ran cold. You’d responded enthusiastically, you remembered, had snaked your hands up to touch her face as she wedged a knee in between your legs. The video was dated 03/12/24.

“Unless, y’know, you platonically make out with wanted terrorists for the fun of it,” John put in slyly.

 You bit your lip. “Yeah, happens all the time.”

POW!

He struck you straight in the mouth this time: you shrieked with pain as the metallic taste of blood pooled on your tongue.

“Where is she?” John roared.

“I don’t know, I swear I don’t know!”

He hit you again and you choked as stars burst in your vision.

“Don’t make me do this,” he said, his voice shaking as he took out the knife again and ran it down your other arm, “I don’t wanna do this.”

It sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

“I don’t know where she is, we went our separate ways!” you yelled at him.

John looked at you, and for a second it was almost like he believed you—

—until he plunged the knife into your abdomen.

You screamed and thrashed against your binds. It was a sting unlike anything else, you couldn’t breathe—

You gasped desperately for air, trying to force it down into your lungs, but were only rewarded with a deeper burn. Because of the super serum, the knife had actually gone most of the way through, you could feel it.

“Fuck,” you panted, “Shit…fuck…”

John still hadn’t taken his grip off the knife, he looked like he could force it even deeper if he wanted. “Just tell me where she is, that’s all you have to do.”

You were losing a lot of blood now, the first wave of nausea wreaked your head as he threatened to tilt the blade upwards. It would take just one flick upwards for him to hit one of your organs— you were tied up, you couldn’t fight back— and then it might be game over for you.

“No,” you snarled, and you felt his hand tense around the knife inside of you.

“Hands off!” someone shouted.

BANG!

You barely saw Dovich before he charged at John, and then they were fighting, metallic and flesh-sounding thuds filling the air as they flew into a corner.

All of a sudden a crowd of Flag Smashers had flooded the room, everyone was yelling, and a much kinder face knelt in front of you.

“Are you alright?” Karli hissed, then she saw the knife. “Shit-“

“Medic!” she screamed over her shoulder before turning to you again. “Can you move?”

“No,” you bit out shakily, “I - I can try-“

“No, don’t,” she said hurriedly, fumbling in her pack for a knife, “Here, here, stay still—“

RIIIP!

She’d cut through the ropes, and with a grateful sting, your arms were free.

“Matthew, help me lift her,” Karli ordered, cursing senselessly under her breath as she tried to put her knife back in the pack, and Matthew dove forward to oblige.

“Where is that God forsaken medic?” she screamed over her shoulder.

You couldn’t care less, you were completely focused on Matthew helping you up now: he was clearly trying to be gentle, but rushing because of the predicament you were in.

As you started moving towards the door, you couldn’t help but look back at the scene. John had a busted lip and Dovich had a black eye, but they were still fighting, their heightened stamina clearly the only thing keeping them going.

“Go!” Karli yelled from behind you, pushing you forward, and you half-waddled, half-scurried out of there.

//////

The next few hours were a blur. You were overloaded with stolen anaesthesia as one of the Flag Smasher medics operated on you and successfully got the knife out of your abdomen, resulting in some pretty ugly neon-blue stitches down your side, and apparently the entire road trip had been paused to search for you after you hadn’t come back, so after you had been found, business resumed as usual.

This meant your reality was staring up at the ceiling of a dingy van, so in pain you were in and out of consciousness, wondering what the future would be like. There was a bright side though: when you were finally able to stay in the world of the living, you were on the Belarusian border.

There was some hold up getting into Poland for some reason, so you were staying in yet another safehouse for the night. Karli insisted on being the only person to help you in, and then, throwing all caution to the wind about subtlety, requested she stay with you.

It would be just the two of you and no one else for the entire night. You had this room to yourselves— it felt illegal, like a secret sleepover you would’ve gotten invited to in middle school had you had a normal childhood.

Yeah, you definitely saw Aminah’s raised eyebrow as she went off to find another room.

“Are you alright?” Karli asked for the millionth time as she tried to settle herself onto the uncomfortable piece of floor she was calling her bed. The room was completely devoid of furniture, so you and her had made the best of what you had: despite your protests, she’d given you all the limp pillows she could find, now you were attempting to find the best way to lie on them without disturbing your new injury.

To be fair, it only stung when you ate, slept, walked, and breathed. 

(It stung all the time.)

“I’ll be fine,” you replied. “Really, K, you don’t need to be worried. The medic said it’ll only take a few months to heal, and if I keep my mind off it, time’ll go faster. It’ll work out, I promise.”

Karli pressed her lips together. “I won’t apologize for caring about you.”

Even though your abdomen gave another hiss of pain, you poked her knee with your own in what was supposed to be a reassuring gesture. “I never said you have to.”

Karli couldn’t help but kiss you again, disastrously sweet, and she’d already gone far enough to ensure you had a room alone together, so you let her indulge in you. You indulged in her was probably the more correct term: you stayed like that for a while, on the floor, your mouths lazily roving together, her hand on your face and your hand on her leg, never daring to go any further.

“I love you,” Karli murmured against your lips. “You’re stupidly brave, you know that?”

“I went through all that for you,” you quipped dryly, and kissed her deeper this time.

“I’m gonna make sure Walker never hurts you again,” she breathed back, and even though you were sure she meant it, you also didn’t know if she really knew what she was saying when you were both neck-deep in this glorious feeling, so you said nothing. You sat up on your elbows and dared to move your hand up her leg— then you winced.

Karli felt it too, and her eyes flew open, she stopped kissing you. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you tried to say, but the injury had started stinging again, you bit your lip to keep from wincing more.

“Take this,” she replied, and shifted a pillow that had somehow ended up on her side to cushion your injury.

You opened your mouth to protest once again, but Karli shushed you. “I won’t apologize for caring about you.”

You tried to smile up at her. “It’s gonna be a long night.”

Her lips were already on yours again. “I know how to speed it up.”

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Imagine doing Karli's hair...

DISCLAIMER: When I wrote this I had absolutely no idea how people with Karli's hair type took care of their hair so even though this is a short blurb, it only feels right to say this is not accurate.

“You have something in your hair... Um-do you want me to get it out you said pointing to the leaf Karli had stuck in her hair “Uh- Sure” she said with a small smile looking up from the sketchbook in her hands.

Reaching for the leaf only to find it heavily tangled in her curls you shifted closer to the point where your knees bumped, you carefully untangled the leaf realizing how tangled her hair had become since going on the run.

Looking back at her with a hesitant smile you asked “Would you like me to do your hair?” to earn a look of surprise and delight.

“Okay, but you have to do in sections like so-” she said standing up to grab a brush and spray bottle.

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hello party people, let’s pretend i posted this six months ago: my guidelines to requests.

please be reminded: i’m a human being, i have responsibilities outside of tumblr and i’m not a machine. i will try to get to your request as quickly and efficiently as i can, but if i can’t, i apologize.

i’m open to writing amab/male-identifying and gender neutral readers for non-nsfw fanfiction, but not for nsfw. please understand i primarily write afab/female-identifying readers, and unless clearly stated otherwise, the reader is afab/female-identifying.

who i’ll write for: (headcanons, fluff, nsfw, etc)

marvel/mcu —

helmut zemo

sam wilson

natasha romanoff

t’challa

karli morgenthau

stephen strange

ulysses klaue

peter parker

otto octavius

tony stark

daniel sousa (!!!)

jack thompson

eddie brock

venom

dc comics —

(disclaimer: the only dc fic i’ve written is set within the universe of the arkham video games. if i write for dc, it’ll most likely be freeform, or the arkhamverse.)

bruce wayne

jason todd

dick grayson

selina kyle

tim drake

harley quinn

poison ivy

peaky blinders —

tommy shelby

arthur shelby

john shelby

finn shelby

stranger things —

steve harrington

jim hopper

robin buckley

mike wheeler

knives out —

benoit blanc

marta cabrera

ransom drysdale

birdie jay

andi brand

whiskey

what i will not write:

non-con (dub-con is fine, when i write dub-con it’s always verging towards the consenting side though) and any abuse of any kind. physical/sexual/mental/financial/self, none of it. please respect my boundaries.

i also won’t write bathroom-related kink or pregnancy/kid fic.

and quite obviously, i won’t write smut about minors, so if you request a peter parker smut or something, he’ll be at least eighteen in the fic. in the same vein, i don’t allow minors to read my nsfw fics and i will not hesitate to block anyone who disrespects this rule. this is the last time i’m saying this, fuck’s sake.

(sfw is fine. nsfw isn’t. have common sense, please.)

happy requesting!