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soldierswar · 3 years

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Kobik - Chapter V

Bucky X Reader

Fluff, angst

Warnings: Violence

Chapter Summary: Bucky and Sam are still away leaving you and Kobik on your own. Soon, you learn that the two of you may not be as safe as you thought you were. And you learn a little more about how Kobik uses her powers.

Masterlist (For previous/future chapters)

“Wait, no!” you exclaimed.

“You have to slide like this.”

You demonstrated the move starting off with the run and sliding down the wood floor sideways.

Kobik giggled.

“You can’t slide forward. That’s how you fall, kid!”

You were teaching her the Tom Cruise slide from ‘Risky Business', and having fun with it for the past hour or so determined to keep going until you both got it down.

She tried again wearing your socks that were obviously too big for her, but perfect for sliding. And once again she didn’t quite get it causing her to fall forward. She would have made full-face plants, but right before she’d hit the floor she’d begin to hover and bring herself back to a standing position. Honestly, you were pretty sure that the falling part was her favourite. You couldn’t blame her. Since she wasn’t actually getting hurt, watching her do it might have been your favourite part too.

The music that you were playing was so loud that you almost missed the sound of your buzzing phone on the table. It was Bucky.

You went to go pause it, but before you got to it Kobik managed to use her telepathic powers to turn it off.

Typical.

It had been three days since Bucky and Sam left. And if it weren’t for him calling at least once a day, you would have been a bit worried.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bucky answered before you even had a chance to say anything.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“You and Sam find anything yet?”

You could hear a light sigh come from him. He sounded tired.

“We think we’re close.”

“Think?” you questioned.

“We’re pretty sure we’re close to figuring out who they are and what they want. We just need to figure out how to stop them before they go any further in their heavy search for her.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You had almost forgotten that the reason that Kobik was with you in the first place was because people actually wanted to hurt her.

“How’s she doing?”

Suddenly there was a squeal coming from behind you followed by a loud,

“I got it!”

Bucky chuckled.

“Should I ask?”

“Just…dancing,” you snorted.

“How are you guys doing?”

Suddenly you heard Sam’s voice shouting in the background.

“Tell your husband to stop being an irrational asshole so we can get through the next 24 hours in one piece!”

You let out a groan.

“Sorry I have you on speakerphone.”

You ignored that statement.

“Do I really want to know?”

Bucky awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Nothing you need to worry about, doll.”

Doll. He only used that when he was trying to suck up to you in the worst way possible.

Apparently, the two were headed to the airport in the countryside of Sweden and Bucky was driving.

“And how are…you?” he asked. His voice was a little bit apprehensive, and you knew why.

“I mean—”

“We’re both fine,” you reassured. You both knew that you weren’t talking about you and Kobik.

“That’s good.”

You could sense a little bit of a smile in his voice along with a covert sound of relief.

“Have you called…I mean have you talked to…”

“Bucky,” you interrupted.

“Just get home in one piece, and we’ll get everything sorted out then okay?”

“What’s she talking about?” you heard in the background.

“Nothing,” Bucky replied annoyedly.

You playfully rolled your eyes. You knew he was going to keep this a secret for at least a little while longer.

You decided to let him go hoping that he would rest some rest on the plane ride back. When you said your goodbyes Kobik floated into your arms like a feather and said a quick hi, and bye. And before hanging up you also demanded Sam kick your husband’s ass if he didn’t behave. Sam happily agreed.

When you finally hung up you turned your head to an excited Kobik.

“Alright kiddo,” you said.

“Hit the play button.”

………………………………….

Kobik was surprisingly cuddly. And considering the fact that you were chronically sleepy nowadays, you couldn’t complain.

Despite the fact that it was only 5 pm, you didn’t want to move at all. And thankfully you didn’t have to. You laid on your side on the couch with SpongeBob playing on TV as Kobik slept cozily with her back against you.

You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. When you took it out you saw a text message from Bucky asking if you were home.

You decided that you didn’t really feel like texting so you just picked up the phone and called him.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Y/N, thank God. I was just about to call you.”

His voice sounded panicked.

“Are you at home right now?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” you croaked.

Kobik stirred a little bit at the sound of your voice.

“I need you to get out, now,” he stressed.

“Wait, what?”

“I don’t have time to explain. Just head to our spot and be in the car within the next two min—”

Suddenly his voice was interrupted by a bullet shattering a window and hitting the kitchen counter.

Within an instant, Kobik was awake and alert.

“They’re here,” she said, grabbing you to jump behind the couch with her for shelter. She put her finger to her mouth signaling for you to keep her mouth shut.

Suddenly two men entered the apartment treading carefully.

“You think he’s here?” one guy in a blue shirt asked from the far corner away from you.

They were about 20 feet away from you with their backs turned to you. They were one motion away from seeing you. Actually, when you thought about it, it seemed unlikely that wouldn’t have seen you by now. And Kobik was uncharacteristically calm. And that’s when you noticed.

There was an almost invisible blue silhouette surrounding the two of you. Like a bubble; or some type of force field.

“Can they see us?” you mouthed.

She looked around her watching the two men passing back and forth in front of you.

She slowly shook her head.

“Do you really think that we’d still be alive right now if The Winter Soldier was in any close vicinity to us?” the other guy in a grey shirt answered.

“But the bigger question is where that little moneybag is. Kid killed my old partner. Weak-ass. How dangerous can a four-year-old with some powers be?”

Was that what they were calling Kobik? A moneybag? How much was she going out for like she was some inanimate jewel?

You took your phone out making sure that it was completely silent and began typing in the notes.

“Can we move while invisible?”

She nodded nervously.

You watched their patterns of movement and figured out how you were going to get to your bedroom which was where your gun was.

You wrote in your notes again.

“My room. Now.”

“Seriously, is anyone actually in here?” blue shirt whined.

Grey shirt shushed him and pointed to the keys laid out on the table near the front door, and your purse on the floor. It was obvious that someone was home.

He signaled him to stand on the other end of your office door which just happened to be the door across from your bedroom. They both counted down from three with their guns held tight in their hands anticipating some type of ambush and opened the door, storming in.

You took that as your queue and mouthed the words,

“Go.”

You bolted towards your bedroom and grabbed the case that held your gun. Kobik didn’t leave your side maintaining the illusion of invisibility.

After grabbing it you carefully walked out keeping Kobik close behind you. You saw that they were still in your office debating on who was going to open the closet door.

You took the opportunity of calm to fire three shots at the most dangerous-looking one and bolted back to the living room.

You couldn’t see who or where you shot exactly, but you could tell by the cries that you hit one of them.

One of them said something that you couldn’t quite hear. But the other one hollered,

“I just got hit in the fucking shoulder, you idiot!”

It sounded like grey shirt. Mission accomplished.

You almost smiled a little bit. Bucky was not going to let you be married to him without learning how to defend yourself to your best ability.

That was when you noticed that Kobik wasn’t at your side anymore. You began to panic.

“Kobik?” you whispered.

You turned to your left and found her in a corner under the counter of the kitchen. Keyword…You could see her.

Before you had time to get to her two bullets zoomed past your head by at least ten inches. You shot right back at whoever was hiding behind the office door trying to get you. Before he could fire another round you managed to shoot him right in the hand making him drop the gun. You ran over to Kobik to see if she was okay. Her terror was beginning to set in. Her hands shook, and her eyes were red trying to hold back tears and be brave.

“Are you okay?” you whispered.

And suddenly her eyes went from scared to terrified. That was when you noticed the reflection of a man in her eyes, and he was just about to shoot.

Kobik made a soft intricate motion with her hands, and just as she did the entire room transformed right before your eyes. Just like what had happened a few nights ago, this wasn’t your apartment anymore. This was that lab again.

She managed to separate the both of you from the other guys by a wall. You were now in a completely different room. She began to run towards a small door in the far right corner from you and waved her hand to make you follow.

You ran into the room and without using her hands she slammed the door shut and locked it. You were in a tiny room. There was a little bed in a corner along with a few toys, and a dresser to put clothes in. But it also looked and felt like a panic room.

“It’s okay now,” she said breathlessly.

“They can’t hurt us here. The wall's bulletproof, and they can’t see the door or hear us.”

“How do you know that?”

But when you looked into her eyes you knew the answer.

You let out a huge sigh of relief and wrapped your arms around her. She had been so good at keeping calm since the men entered, but as you started rocking her, her body began to shake.

“It’s happening again,” she whimpered.

You pulled away and placed your hands on her wet cheeks.

“Listen, kid,” you said.

“We’re gonna keep you safe. And I’m not going anywhere.”

She began to cry even more. But now she didn’t seem scared. She seemed almost relieved. She trusted you. And trusted that maybe just maybe, you were right.

…

Half an hour passed you and Kobik were laying face-up on the comfortable carpeted floor. For a room that was made up in 0.5 seconds, she really knew how to make her surroundings comfortable.

About 10 minutes ago you began to hear faint noises on the other side of the door. A bang here, a bang there, maybe someone yelling. You wondered if more people were coming in to look for you. Whoever it was, they didn’t sound happy. Maybe a boss or someone was yelling at them for losing the two of you. But you weren’t scared. As Kobik said, you were safe.

“Y/N,” Kobik said pulling your phone that she had just found from under the bed.

“I think this is yours.”

You shook your head and smiled. You knew that you must have dropped it, but you didn’t know that it followed you.

You remembered the last time that you had spoken to Bucky and how panicked his voice sounded right before bullets came flying through your windows. You couldn’t imagine how scared he must be. Or if even he was okay. The last time that you had heard from him was about 14 hours ago and he was about to fly back from Sweden.

You turned it back on to find 27 missed calls from both Bucky and Sam.

Right before you had a chance to call Bucky, Sam’s number popped up as he was calling. But you still had to be cautious.

“Who is this?”

“Who do you think it is?”

A huge sigh of relief escaped you.

“Are you guys okay?” he continued.

“We’re inside the um…apartment? And we can’t find you.”

Kobik seemed nervous to let your secret spot go.

“Just tell us where you are. Bucky’s currently interrogating two bleeding guys that he just handcuffed. I’m guessing that you had a little something to do with that?”

You snorted. But knew you definitely had to get out before any unnecessarily serious damage was done.

You nodded at Kobik telling her that it was okay. The coast was clear. And she trusted you. With one swift motion with her hand, the door flew open.

Sam was coincidentally in the same room as you guys but was startled when you opened the door.

“Shit!” he exclaimed.

“How did you guys…where did that door come from?” he then looked down at Kobik. His mouth opened and confusedly tilted his head.

“Y/N makes that face a lot too,” was the first thing that she said.

Under different circumstances, you definitely would have burst into laughter. But all you could do was walk over and hug him.

“Are you guys okay?” he asked looking you and Kobik up and down looking for any injuries looking relieved when you both seemed okay.

“Sam?” Bucky called from afar?

“They might still be—”

That’s when Kobik used her powers again and brought everything back to normal. In fact, everything that was damaged in the first place was also back to normal.

When everything was back in place you were in the same room as Bucky.

When he turned around, you had never seen anyone so relieved in his entire life. You ran towards him and he held on to you tighter than he had ever held on before.

“Y/N,” he gasped.

“Oh my God.”

“You know if you weren’t my husband I’d be sending you a medical bill for the cracked ribs,” you winced.

“What?”

He pulled away thinking that you were actually injured before realizing how hard he was squeezing you.

“When were you going to tell me that you landed?”

He shook his head

“I tried.”

You then remembered all of the unread messages that you had received while napping.

Right.

“Bucky!” Kobik exclaimed.

She had been distracted talking to Sam about what had just happened.

He smiled and let her jump into his arms.

“She’s a really brave girl this one,” you pointed out.

“I was lucky to have her.”

"Y/N I'm so sorry I never should have--'

You shushed him and reassured him.

"It's okay," you said.

"We're all fine. That's all that matters."

That didn't stop the expression of guilt in his eyes.

"Besides," you added and winked.

"You thought me well."

Bucky shook his head and brought you close hugging you and Kobik at the same time.

“I’m sorry to break up your little Hallmark moment,” Sam interrupted pointing to the two guys on the floor that were in fact cuffed, and bleeding on your wood floors and against the back of your couch.

“But we have unfinished business.”

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hoppers-babygirl2 · 2 years

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Kofi: Just a little reminder

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until-theend-oftheline · 5 years

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Choice

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None really I think. (Rated G)

Square Filled: Single Parent AU for @star-spangled-bingo and AU: Single Parent (Y2) for @buckybarnesbingo

Word Count: 2500ish

A/N: I love Kobik. She is not part of the MCU I know but I just jammed her in there cause why not. I am sure it won’t be the last time either. It’s not completely an AU but since I am adding Kobik here and completely making stuff up I feel it counts. Probably more canon divergence though but it’s now a square.

The premise of Kobik being detained by the government is inspired by Bring Home Kobik by @avengerscompound

Thanks to my lil sis @ifyougetkilled-walk-it-off for betaing for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

This had without a doubt been the weirdest assignment you had been given, although there had also been the slightest hesitation from you in accepting it. It wasn’t the first time you were asked to assess the safety levels of operatives, but this time it was different. Kobik was classified as a weapon of mass destruction, but she was also a child.

You had met her the first time while she was still locked up fifty feet underground in a secret facility sixty-five miles outside DC. Politician and army strategists feared her, or it as many of them called her. Despite everyone fearing her, you had also seen how everyone was focused on how to use her.

All but two people, whom you had sided with after meeting Kobik the first time. She wasn’t a weapon. She was a child. That’s how you saw her and that’s how Captain America had presented his case before the united nations.

After the war that had almost destroyed the universe, the men in power had learned to listen to Captain Rogers. You were sure they weren’t happy about it. Actually, you enjoyed watching their surly expressions as Roger’s left no room for argument in how he presented the argument that Kobik belonged with the Avengers initiative.

Steve hadn’t been alone. Behind him were two men you had recognized too. One of them was Tony Stark. He hadn’t spoken unless he was spoken too but assured the council that he would put any safety measure in place so the girl wouldn’t pose a threat to the people of New York or the rest of the world.

The second man you knew as The Winter Soldier. You knew a few of your coworkers had been assigned his case a few years back. You hadn’t been at the hearing were he had been pardoned for all past crimes, but you know enough about the case to know it had been the right decision. He had been as much of a victim as any of the people he had been used to kill. He had suffered long enough. He deserved his freedom.

After Captain Roger’s had finished his speech Bucky Barnes spoke up. He knew the child and had cared for her until the government had placed her under lockdown. He assured them he knew what he was doing and the way he spoke about her made you believe him.

Barnes wasn’t fooling himself. He knew the child could be dangerous, but he felt she would be even more dangerous if she wasn’t exposed to the world and allowed to be with people she cared for. He was adamant that she should get to be a child and if she wanted to join the Avengers when the time came she would be trained. It had to be her choice though.

You had been so impressed with his words that you had sent him a smile as you passed him to take the stand after the scientists and caregiver, which in your mind were more like prison guards, had finished telling the council how wrong Rogers and Barnes were in thinking something this powerful should be allowed any free will. It wasn’t human after all.

Barnes had looked as if he was about to jump up and tear their heads clear off when you passed him, but your smile changed his expression. He looked confused and on guard. His reaction made your heartbreak for him a little. Even years after his torture and captivity he was still expected the worst from the world. Kindness threw him off.

You without hesitation told the council how wrong the people before you had been. You made a point of saying you agreed with Barnes, looking straight at him when you did and he visibly relaxed a little. You continued describing the child you had met. You finished by explaining to the council that even if she wasn’t human she had the innocence of a child and was as moldable and breakable as one. If the world kept treating her like she was dangerous she was going to become a danger.

In the end, Kobik had been signed over into Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers’ care and you had been assigned to monitor that her threat level stayed manageable by the Avengers. You had agreed to the assignment but rolled your eyes in hiding, wondering how a bunch of suits thought they could protect the world from someone as powerful as Kobik if the Avengers couldn’t. Only you hadn’t been as good at hiding your mocking of them as you thought and your heart skipped a beat when you turned your head to see Barnes sending you a cheeky grin.

This had been almost a year ago and your weekly visits to the Avenger’s tower were a highlight for you. Kobik was an amazing kid and everyone there had made you feel at home right away. Well, almost. Bucky was looming around in the back of the room when you talked to Kobik at first. You didn’t feel as if he disliked you. It was just a general mistrust of anyone he didn’t really know and it was more than evident to you how much he cared for the little ball of energy.

Kobik had called out to him on your third visit, making him come over and play with you. Bucky had seemed uneasy when he had approached you, sending you a questioning look which you had answered with a smile and wave of your hand. You didn’t need to spend your two hours with Kobik alone with her. She felt more than safe with Bucky around, that was clear to anyone. She hardly stopped talking from you walked in the door until you left, which still hadn’t changed from the first day until now. You had come to love the little girl and cherish being around her surrogate father this past year.

Even on days like today when Bucky wasn’t around the little girl talked about him and the things they had done together since your last visit. Today, you were slightly distracted however and Kobik instantly picked up on it.

“Are you sad?” she asked, breaking you out of your thoughts and you smiled at her tugging her white hair lovingly.

“No. Well. Maybe a little. I had hoped Bucky was here today. I needed to talk to him about something,” you told her and Kobik instantly bounced over to sit in your lap.

“Are you going to be my mom?” Kobik asked and your eyes widened and your heart picked up its pace. Kobik asking a lot of very blunt questions wasn’t out of the ordinary, but it was the first time she has expressed a wish for you to be part of her little makeshift family.

“Why do you ask something like that?” you questioned, not really sure how to react. The truth was you had cried this morning when you received the call the council expected your last report at the end of the month. They deemed the security level around Kobik to be stable. She had lived with Bucky and the rest of the Avengers for a year now without incident. Your reports only ever expressed positive change and to be honest, you were sure Tony had been fed up with the government breathing down his neck. So he had made them back off, no doubt supported by Steve.

No one wanted you to leave. That had just been an unfortunate side effect and the truth was you didn’t want to leave either. You loved Kobik and you enjoyed every moment you got to spend around her adopted dad. Kobik never called him that, but you knew she saw him as her father. Bucky never called Kobik his either, but the love and fire in his eyes when he was around her or talked about her meant he didn’t have to. She was his daughter.

It was more than admiration that made you like being around Bucky. He was sweet and attentive, even if he could be quiet. Some days he was quieter than others, but every time he laughed you felt warm. Every time he touched you whether accidental or innocently in passing your heart skipped a beat and his warm smile made your cheeks burn hot. You loved Kobik and you had a crush on her dad.

“Because you and Buckaroo like each other. You watch each other and smile when the other isn’t looking,” she answered and you felt as if all the blood in your body rushed to your face. “And he was sad when Uncle Steve told him you’re not coming by anymore. Is that true?”

The sadness in her eyes broke your heart and you instantly pulled her in for a hug. “I’m not sure, Kobik. I hope I can still visit. Maybe just in a little different way than before,” you tried to explain but weren’t sure how. “That’s why I wanted to talk with Bucky.”

“He’s up on the roof,” Kobik revealed eagerly jumping off the couch. “We should go talk to him.”

“What… I thought…” your chest tightened, not sure how to feel. You hated that Bucky was avoiding you. It made you sad that he wouldn’t want to say goodbye at least. You weren’t family to either of them. You were here to observe and report, only somewhere along the way you had begun developing feelings for them both. Kobik was high energy and sweet. She always wanted to help others and you loved that about her. Bucky was quiet, surly even at times, but he was more than that too. He was loving and gentle with Kobik. You swore he had even begun flirting a little with you within the past few months. Accidentally brushing up against you or sending you a smile that made your heart stop for a moment.

It made you angry when you thought he might blame you for your assignment ending. It wasn’t your choice to go and if he would only ask you to come back to see him and Kobik on your own time, you wouldn’t hesitate at all. You didn’t hold on to the anger for more than a few seconds though. Bucky didn’t always have the easiest time talking with other people. You held onto that and tried to convince yourself Bucky might not be hiding away because he was angry with you. He might just not know how to deal with this situation. You found all of this difficult so you knew it was ten times worse for him.

“Kobik, I need you to wait down here okay? Play with the stickers I brought you for a bit okay?” you told her, smiling at the small pout on her face. Eventually, Kobik did as you asked and you made your way towards the roof.

Your heart was pounding as you pushed open the door. You spotted him easily. His arms resting against the rails with his back turned to you. He didn’t move as you quietly walked up beside him, but you knew he was aware of you. Hell, he probably knew you were coming as you made it up the stairs.

“Kobik has been spying again,” you started awkwardly. “She heard you and Steve. So you know?”

Bucky just nodded, and you felt your sadness and frustration grow. He had to be feeling something. If he would just give you a sign as to what. Anything.

“Bucky. Talk to me. Please?” you pleaded with him, gently laying a hand on his right arm and he finally turned to look at you.

“This. Kobik. Us. Was it just a job?” his words took you back and the hurt must have shown on your face because Bucky quickly continued. “I don’t think it was. It wasn’t to her or to me. I don’t want anything to chance. Maybe except…”

Your heart skipped a beat and you smiled as Bucky looked down studying the ground between you. His shyness made you bolder and you took a step forward so you were almost touching.

“Except what?” you breathed and Bucky looked up into your eyes. The air caught in your throat as his hands gently came up to cup your face and his metal thumb tenderly brushed across your lips. Almost as if he was asking permission.

You gave a small nod and Bucky smiled leaning in without breaking eye contact with you. The first kiss was just a brush of his lips against yours. The second was sweet and tender, still more lips than tongue and Bucky’s hands slide down your body and wrapped around your waist to pull you flush against him. You closed your eyes getting lost in everything that was Bucky as you tangled your hands in his hair, moaning slightly causing him to smile against your lips.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed in his arms like that. You were sure you would have stayed much longer too if it wasn’t for a sound. A giggle coming from the doorway to the stairs, made you and Bucky break apart to see a smiling Kobik watching you.

“Are we a family now? Y/N is coming back?” Kobik answered, looking up at you with big hope-filled eyes.

“I’m coming back,” you assured her with a laugh, feeling your heart skip a bit when Bucky gave your hand he was still holding a small squeeze but otherwise his attention was on his adopted child.

“Kobik, remember what we talked about?” Bucky asked firmly and Kobik’s small face fell a little, knowing she was in trouble.

“No spying. I knooow,” Kobik sighed, drawing a pattern on the ground with the tip of her shoes, looking anywhere but right at Bucky.

Neither of you and Bucky could help but smile at the little girl, and Bucky shook his head with a chuckle as he opened his arms and knelt down. Kobik’s little face split into a huge smile as she ran straight into Bucky’s embrace.

“Sorry, Bucko,” she mumbled as he hugged her tight against him standing up with her in his arms and your heart warmed at the sight. You had never seen Bucky raise his voice with her or lose his temper. He was also so affectionate and gentle, never once treating her as anything other than a child, but aware of what she could do.

“I know you are, Kobik,” Bucky answered her, tugging her ponytail making her smile, “what do you say we all go get ice cream?”

“YAY thanks, Daddy,” Kobik squealed throwing her arms around his neck again. If she noticed Bucky froze, she didn’t say anything. She just hugged him, letting him squeeze her a little tighter as his teary eye met with your glossy ones. They both deserved each other and you felt so lucky they had welcomed you into their lives.

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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Bucky’s Little Wingman

Bucky’s Little Wingman: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader (Feat: Kobik)

Word Count: 1175

Rating: T

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Every day at the park Bucky and Kobik see you with your dog. One day Kobik decides it’s time for you to meet.

Bucky’s Little Wingman

Bucky pushed Kobik on the swing. She kept asking to go higher, though he didn’t know why considering she allowed herself to float several inches off the seat with every change in direction. He obliged though and now her screams were drawing the attention of everyone around. The fact she was glowing and flying probably adding to the general attraction of the event too. There was a time, Bucky would be worried about it. Where he’d stop and tell her she needed to relax. His attitudes had changed a bit now he had legal custody of her.

Also right now, he was distracted by you.

He’d been noticing you in the park on and off for the last couple of months. You came in with your dog and the two of you would sit under a tree while you ate lunch and read. You always looked so at peace out in the sun. Even when you were reading a book that made you weep openly - something you never hid, and your border collie always started wiggling and licking your face when it happened - you looked alive and present. The sun and the nature found in the park seemed to feed you. It made you thrive.

Bucky was drawn to it. It seemed so familiar to him. A reminder of who he once was way back before he had been spoiled by the darkness of the world.

“I’m gonna fly!” Kobik yelled and on the upwards swing she let go and flew up into the air. She somersaulted and floated down in front of Bucky’s face. “Bucky! Did you see? Did you see me, Buck-a-roo?”

“Yes, Kobik. I saw. You shot right off into space.” Bucky said, grabbing the little girl around the waist and settling her on his hip.

“It wasn’t space, Bucky.” Kobik huffed. Her little voice conveying how ridiculous she thought he was. “I could go to space if I wanted.”

Bucky booped her nose and looked back over at you. The flying child incident had caught your eye and you smiled at him before returning to your book. “I know that, silly.” He said.

Kobik followed his line of vision to where you were sitting. “You’re looking at her again.”

Bucky’s eyes snapped back to Kobik. “What? No, I wasn’t.”

“Yes, you were. You should go talk to her.” Kobik said.

“I - I - She’s just …” Bucky stuttered putting the little girl back on the ground.

“I could make it that you already did talk to her and she said she’d go on a date with you.” Kobik squeaked jumping up and down excitedly. “Oh - oh! Buck! Bucky! Buck-a-roo! I can make it so that you’re already married and you’re both my mommy and daddy!”

“Woah!” Bucky yelped, crouching down in front of her and putting his hands on her arm. “Woah, now, Kobik. How many times?”

“I just want you to be happy.” She whined.

“I am happy,” Bucky argued. Though the words felt a little like a lie. Not that he was unhappy exactly. He was doing much better recently. He’d been in therapy. He had his friends. Kobik. Still, that real happiness he used to have when he was young, and going out with his friends. Seeing girls. That felt like a dream he once had a long time ago.

“I’ll talk to her,” Kobik said, pulling out of his arms and running over to you.

Jemima your border collie sat up as soon as she got to you and started wagging her tail. “Hello, I’m Kobik.” The little ethereal looking girl said smiling brightly at you.

“Hello, Kobik. I’ve seen you and your dad around the park.” You reply.

“He’s not my dad. I don’t have parents because I was made out of bits of these magic cubes. But Bucky takes care of me. I live with him at the Avengers.” Kobik babbled.

“Oh-kay…” You said dragging out the word and looking from her to the dark-haired man who was just coming up behind her.

“Kobik!” Bucky yelped, coming up behind her. “What have I told you about dumping your whole life story onto complete strangers.”

Kobik looked up at him with her brows knitted. “Nothing. You’ve never told me anything about that.”

“Oh. Right. Well, you shouldn’t do it.” He said. “That’s a slow trickle over time story.” He turned to you and dropped his head, smiling apologetically. “Sorry, miss.”

“This is Bucky. He was born like a hundred years ago and he fought in the war with Captain America. I call him Uncle Steve. One day he fell off a train and his arm broke off and HYDRA got him. You know HYDRA? They had me too. I thought they were the good guys but then Buckaroo made me realize they were really mean. They gave him this cool metal arm. You should see it. Show it to her, Buck! It’s really cool and super strong. But they also messed with his head and made him do some real bad stuff. He won’t tell me. But I know. I pretty much know everything. They made him kill people and stuff. They used him for so long. I don’t even know. Like a million years probably. Then Uncle Steve helped him be good again. Then he found me and now he takes care of me and helps the Avengers.”

Kobik spoke at a million miles a minute and as the words all tumbled from her mouth the look of horror on Bucky’s face became deeper and deeper. When she stopped talking you’re both just stared at her with your mouths hanging open. “Okay.” You said, blinking slowly.

“Kobik!” Bucky yelped. “Oh my god! The not dumping the whole life story goes doubly for my life story!” He dragged his hand down his face and shook his head. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” He said to you. “I guess that’s our cue to leave. Sorry for bothering you.”

He took Kobik’s hand and started to lead her away. She looked back at you and waved and for a moment you were just frozen watching them not knowing what to say. “No. Bucky! Wait!” You called, getting to your feet. Jemima jumped up with you and started bouncing around you.

Bucky turned back to you raising an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“It doesn’t seem fair that I know your entire life story and you don’t know mine.” You said raising your eyebrow.

Bucky shuffled in place and looked down at his feet before he looked up and met your eyes. “Would you like to go grab some lunch?” He asked.

“Oh, at least lunch. I don’t talk nearly as fast as Kobik.” You replied.

Bucky smiled and Kobik ran over and grabbed your hand. “Come on then, let’s go! Can I play with your dog? What’s your her name? Does she like treats? Can I give her one? I can make them if she likes them.”

You laughed and closed your hand around Kobik’s and started to introduce yourself properly.

#bucky barnes #kobik #bucky barnes x reader #the winter soldier #the winter soldier fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #fluff #bucky's little wingman

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ofstarsandvibranium · 4 years

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ALSO i know i shouldn’t but god do i wanna do a chubby!bucky x reader Annie AU where bucky is oliver warbucks and reader is grace and kobik is annie.

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 6 years

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WIPs to look forward too

So I decided to do my WIPs for SPN and Marvel on post and just reblog this to my sideblog @until-theend-oftheline since I am working on both fandoms again.

SUPERNATURAL WIPs

Moving Day (Jensen x Reader) - done for @torn-and-frayed 31 for 31 challenge and Jensen might be getting himself in a bit of trouble.

All I Ask (Dean x Reader) - This one is for @sis-tafics musical challenge and I am really excited about this one. The song fits Dean amazingly.

Terrible Three (Misha x Reader) - For @queen-of-deans-booty‘s SPN card challenge. Misha is directing an ep which makes for great gag reels

Excited about any of these? Please let me know? Your words motivate me!

Marvel WIPs (posting on @until-theend-oftheline)

Tangled (Winterfalcon x Reader) - for @emilyevanston marvel trope flip challenge and I am gonna be playing with hurt/comfort

Full-out War (Steve x Reader) - Using a prompt off my request list from anon and is also for @readitandweepfics challenge. It’s gonna be a lot less angsty than it sounds.

Unexpected (Sebastian x Reader) - fits into my Lifelong Love Letter universe but can be read as a stand alone. It is done for @hollandroos 12k challenge - Masterlist

Choice (Bucky x Reader) - It’s done for @marvelfluffbingo and it features Kobik.

Lifeline - Part 5: Together (Bucky x Reader) - this one is giving me trouble but I am working on it I swear. - Masterlist

When They Had Nothing (Stucky) - My secret project now revealed. Sorta. It’s for @cabigbang and I will be posting it in October.

Excited about any of these? Please let me know? Your words motivate me!

If you don’t wanna miss anything add yourself to my TAGLISTS or follow and turn on notifications to my updates blog @kari-writes-fandoms

#the writing diaries #marvel fanfiction #spn fanfiction

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dageek87 · 7 years

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Nick Spencer doesn’t read about the comic book characters he writes: A treatise

Ok. So fans have gotten a lot of recent news about the upcoming Secret Empire event. Needless to say, the girls are not pleased. It seems as though the new Hydra contingent will not only be headed up by Steve Rogers but that the Master of Magnetism himself, Magneto, will be amongst the Hydra rank and file.

I remember back in the days of 2016 when the first issue of Steve Rogers: Captain America came out. There was a civil war (teehee) amongst the fandom about Steve being revealed as a Hydra agent. The against camp argued that it was an insult for Captain America, THE CAPTAIN AMERICA to be an agent of a Nazi Death Cult considering he was made by 2 Jewish people (Jack Kirby and Joe Simon, also WW2 veterans) to fight said Nazis. The for camp then countered with creative license and give the story a chance and technically they’ve done this story before.

I was firmly in the against camp. Not only was it insulting to the Jewish creators, readers, fans, etc. It also didn’t make sense to me as I understood the character. The thing that makes the charater is his moral center. It is unshakeable not just because he was raised right or his life experiences. He is the way he is because he is. He would be Steve Rogers: Captain America regardless of anything. The man is incorruptable and he always bends to the side of goodness. Much like Tony Stark’s true superpower is his intelligence, Steve Rogers’s true superpower is his moral compass. This is why, depending on the times or the issues, Captain America is either with you or against you. And if he is against you, you are wrong.

However, after hearing all of these glowing “reviews” about the story, I relented and read. Don’t ask how I read the books. SHHH! Just don’t think about it! And my determination is that Nick Spencer’s run on Captain America and Marvel’s all around new direction with the character is good...if you don’t think about it too hard.

Like, no joke, if you know even a modicum about the CA continuity and that branch of the Marvel Universe, the story falls apart. While I was reading the comic, I was thinking wow this would be a great story if it was anyone else. The facts about Steve Rogers do not match up to any of his actions in the story. So here’s my issues and complaints.

SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1. It is revealed in the 1st issue, that Elisa Sinclair is a woman in his altered memories that turned Sarah Rogers, Steve’s mother, into a Hydra activist. Elisa engineers both Steve’s parents murders and absconds with Steve to Europe. 1st of all it’s public record that Steve’s parents died of disease. In the story they have yet to explain what happened to Steve’s grandfather (who was still alive when he was a child) or Steve’s childhood friend, Arnold Roth. This creates a problem because both characters would notice his kidnapping and fingers would be pointed at the weird woman who was constantly hanging around the house. Who also suddenly disappeared.

2. It is revealed in the run that Steve was sent to a Hydra school after he was kidnapped by Elisa. He develops a friendship with one Helmut Zemo, when Zemo defends him from some bullies. This is framed as a mirror of MCU Steve Rogers’s relationship with MCU Bucky. However, in the continuity, Helmut wasn’t even alive at the time. He was born well after CA “died.”

3. In the 1st issue, Steve tosses Jack Flagg from a plane leading to his death. Not only was it unnecessary, it was down right fucked up. Regardless what happens next, Steve killed an innocent man. On purpose. How can the character recover from that?

4. Then there is the issue of the serum. Spencer already set up that in the alternative memories that Steve didn’t get the Super Soldier Serum from Erskine. But the explaination doesn’t hold up under examination. The serum is designed to work on a mentally, emotionally, (morally?) perfect human. It’s almost magic. All other versions of the serum have failed to varying degrees on EVERYONE ELSE. Including the near perfect Isaiah Bradley because of flaws in character. If Steve was trained to be a morally corrupt nazi, wouldn’t the serum fail him too?

5. Kobik is the key to all of this and that is a PROBLEM. Mind you, Kobik’s character is so vaguely and poorly written by multiple writers, we don’t really know how exactly her powers work. I mean she has the power to turn Steve into...this with no resistance from him at all. We learn that she can change anything into something else in the Thunderbolts comics. She is the Cosmic Cube in the form of a 4 year old girl, whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean. And she has been turned by the likes of the goddamn Red Skull?! I get it she’s 4, but either she’s a child or a god. Either she can competently weild her powers or not. And depending on who’s writing her, it’s either or.

6. Then there’s the biggest problem of all: Steve Rogers’s friends and the rest of the superhero community. Bucky has been knowing Steve for years. Sharon and Steve share a bed. And Sam has done both (no joke). If anyone knows anything about Steve, it’s them. So there’s no real reason that they haven’t found it out yet. The only person who know’s Steve has been brainwashed is Kobik, Red Skull and a brainwashed Eric Selvig. The people who know him the least. Now to be fair, they tried to explain why his friends wouldn’t suspect him. But that dog ain’t hunting. Especially with Bucky, who knows firsthand what someone being turned looks like.

I could go on. It seems that Nick Spencer is a shock value type of writer. He writes something shocking in one issue then tries to make it make sense later and it is not working out. It also seems like this dude really doesn’t like the character and really wanted to write him in the worst light. Spencer has written a conniving, power hungry, meglomaniac, who hates doing his own dirty work. There is nothing honorable about this Captain America. Nothing is redeemable about this Captain America. And that’s the point. Nick Spencer, much like Zach Snyder and Frank Miller with Superman, wanted to break this character. Because it is fun. It’s exicting to put our dark fantasies into the mouths of our icons. It certainly is easier to write.

But therein lies the problem with life and comics. No one walks away from their wrongdoings clean. Hank Pym didn’t get redeemed after he beat Janet Van Dyne. We’re still talking about how Iron Man betrayed and imprisoned his friends during the 1st Civil War. This fall from grace that the original Captain America is facing is a fall in the worst way. Because it is not him, mainly. But also, this a fall he won’t be able to walk away from. I legit don’t know what they can do with Steve Rogers after this except kill the character and put him on the self. For them to go be to the way he was: the occasionally self- righteous but good at heart Pater Familias would ring hypocritical. It would be unearned.

And now he wants to do this same thing to one Eric Lensherr. I hate Hydra Cap and I am sad that the character came to this. But making Magneto Hydra is the greatest slap in the face to the people who made comics what it is today. People have this notion that Magneto is a bad guy because he hates humans. This is a false equivalency that is shared with his inspiration Malcolm X. See they hate so they are just as bad as their enemies. This is All Lives Matter at its worst. Magneto has a right to be hostile! Humanity, in particular the Nazis, killed the whole of his family. Humanity was the reason his current family is broken. He lost his whole life to the bigotry of man, so you damn right he hates humanity. He learned how to hate and kill (to paraphrase) from the foot of his masters! Magneto is an adversary, he is an antagonist, he may sometimes even be a villian. But a bad man? How could he be when everything he does is for the betterment of his PEOPLE! The people who are being killed due to bigotry and bottom lines. And now the alledged House of Ideas is lumping him in with a group of people he fought his whole life against?! A group of people who wouldn’t hesitate to kill super Jewish ass?! If anybody was to be the hero of this Nazi Death Cult takeover story, IT’S MAX GODDAMN EISENHARDT because NOBODY knows better what Hydra is capable of than him!

Now, I’m hot. Let me wrap this up. I don’t want anybody to get me wrong. I would love to see twists and changes in these characters. Stasis is the death of characters like these because they do not live and die in just one book. They are legacies, passed down through the years. So long as there are new and interesting stories to tell, they should be told. Or else they go the way of Prince Valiant or the Shadow. But these characters don’t just belong completely to one person. They belong to the company, yes. But without the consumer, without the fan. They are worthless. And there is only so much you can bend, and ignore the history of the character until you have warped it for good. Stories have meaning and a bad story leaves everyone worse off. My best advice to people who are mad at the direction Marvel is going with these characters is to read up and watch the stories where they get it right. Then write, draw, envision the characters the way you see fit (within the legal limits though). And lastly use your power as a consumer to show the company the way. Boycott this event. Support other artist who are doing the work and telling the stories, especially if they’re women and POC. Hell, I might have to fall on the sword and see what the Distinguished Competition is up to. Maybe they will fix it, maybe they won’t but it doesn’t have to be something you tolerate.

Fin

#nick spencer #captain america #hydra cap #magneto #secret empire #longest i have ever wrote about comics

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off the rack #1179

Monday, September 11, 2017

Took my brand new tackle box and assortment of lures to the lake this morning to try and catch some fish. I had a blast. I landed a bunch and missed another bunch. Having barbless hooks mean fish can escape easier and it takes more skill and patience to get them in the boat.

Secret Empire #1 - Nick Spencer (writer) Steve McNiven (pencils) Jay Leisten (inks) Matthew Wilson (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters).

Secret Empire #2, 3 - Nick Spencer (writer) Andrea Sorrentino with Rod Reis (art) VC's Travis Lanham (letters).

Secret Empire #4 - Nick Spencer (writer) Leinil Francis Yu (pencils) Gerry Alanguilan (inks) Sunny Gho (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters).

Secret Empire #5 - Nick Spencer (writer) Andrea Sorrentino with Rod Reis, Joshua Cassara & Rachelle Rosenberg (art) VC's Travis Lanham (letters).

Secret Empire #6 - Nick Spencer (writer) Leinil Francis Yu (pencils) Gerry Alanguilan with Leinil Francis Yu (inks) Rod Reis, Joshua Cassara & Rachelle Rosenberg (additional art) Sunny Gho with Java Tartaglia (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters).

Secret Empire #7 - Nick Spencer (writer) Andrea Sorrentino (art) Rod Reis, Joshua Cassara & Rachelle Rosenberg (additional art) VC's Travis Lanham (letters).

Secret Empire #8 - Nick Spencer (writer) Daniel Acuna (art) Rod Reis, Sean Izaakse & Java Tartaglia (additional art) VC's Travis Lanham (letters).

Secret Empire #9 - Nick Spencer (writer) Leinil Francis Yu with Joe Bennett (pencils) Gerry Alanguilan with Leinil Francis Yu & Joe Pimentel (inks) Rod Reis (additional art) Sunny Gho with Dono Sanchez Almara (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters).

Secret Empire #10 - Nick Spencer (writer) Steve McNiven (pencils) Jay Leisten (inks) Matthew Wilson (colours) Rod Reis, David Marquez, Peco Medina, Juan Vlasco & Jesus Aburtov, Ron Lim (additional art) VC's Travis Lanham (letters).

Thanks to long time customer and friend Doug Stafford for lending his copies of this Marvel event for me to read. I didn't read them as they hit the racks because I was tired of these big multi-crossover stories that ultimately don't mean much. I realised as soon as I found out that evil Captain America was created by a sentient Cosmic Cube named Kobik, who appears as a little girl, that everything would be back to "normal" at the end and I was right. I've read a lot of good versus evil stories and I needed something different to keep me engaged and there wasn't much here that did that. Yes, I read the whole thing but that's the completist in me. I cannot put aside something that I start without finishing it and so I stuck with this to find out how evil Steve was defeated. My favourite character was Ant-Man and I think I would enjoy a solo Ant-Man book written by Nick Spencer. The art in issue #1 was nice but it looked like Steve McNiven (pencils) and Jay Leisten (inks) were tired doing issue #10. The in between issues had art that varied from acceptable to hard on my eyes. This is worth reading if you like to spot Marvel heroes and villains but otherwise it's not that important in the grand scheme of things in the Marvel U.

Champions #12 - Mark Waid (writer) Humberto Ramos (pencils) Victor Olazaba (inks) Edgar Delgado (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). This is a good old fashioned super heroes versus super villain fight as Psycho-Man pays a visit from the Microverse. He's got a simple power so there's no need to explain everything about him to new fans who have never heard of the Micronauts. What Mark does to make these stories far more interesting is how he lets us see these heroes interact as friends and team mates. I love this young heroes book.

Jessica Jones #12 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Michael Gaydos & Javier Pulido (art) Matt Hollingsworth & Javier Pulido (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). Jessica closes the case for Maria Hill and the person who put out the hit on Maria is revealed. It's not just good enough to find out who the bad guy is but Brian lets us in on why Maria was targeted and it's a really good twist. The on deck villain will make the next story arc super tense.

Generations: Iron Man & Ironheart #1 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Marco Rudy, Szymon Kudranski & Nico Leon (pencils) Szymon Kudranski, Will Sliney, Scott Koblish & Nico Leon (inks) Marco Rudy, Dean White & Paul Mounts (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). It's Riri Williams' turn to have an adventure with her progenitor to warm up potential new fans for her comic book. There are teasers in this story that may sway fans to give the Invincible Iron Man series a try. The stable of artists used in this one shot may not appeal to some but the writing is solid.

Dastardly & Muttley #1 - Garth Ennis (writer) Mauricet (art) John Kalisz (colours) Rob Steen (letters). The art in this new 6-issue mini is really good for this updated comic book adaptation of an old Hanna-Barbera Saturday morning cartoon show. I bet you a lot of folks will not have a clue about the two aviators and I barely twigged to the title until I started reading. I can still hear Muttley's muffled laugh in my head but here he has a voice. It's nice to see Garth's humorous side back on the racks in a book that isn't only for mature readers. If you liked the Flintstones comic book, you'll like this too.

Kingsman: The Red Diamond #1 - Rob Williams (writer) Simon Fraser (art) Gary Caldwell (colours) Peter Doherty (letters). There's a new Kingsman movie coming out later this month and this new 6-issue mini should get you primed for it. We are introduced to Eggsy, the young British super spy and the new villain the Red Diamond. I liked the recent Nick Fury mini and this one is just as good. Pick it up for some over the top escapism.

Star Wars: Captain Phasma #1 - Kelly Thompson (writer) Marco Checchetto (art) Andres Mossa (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). I don't get why this Storm Trooper is getting a 4-issue mini since she was only in The Force Awakens briefly. Maybe there's more to her story and they'll reveal it here before The Last Jedi hits the screens. I'm not a big fan of faceless characters, Darth Vader notwithstanding, and her chasing a traitor to the Empire isn't enough to keep me reading, but I'm sure true blue Star Wars fans will like this a lot.

Batman #30 - Tom King (writer) Clay Mann (pencils) Seth Mann (inks) Jordie Bellaire (colours) Clayton Cowles (letters). It's part 2 of "The Ballad of Kite Man". It's a really depressing song but it shows us how "The War of Jokes and Riddles" is going.

Lark's Killer #2 - Bill Willingham (writer) Mark Dos Santos (art) Salvatore Aiala (colours) Thomas Mauer (letters). I don't need Bill's plea to spread the word to old Fables fans to buy his new book because I like it so much I would gladly recommend it to anyone. It's a cool mix of modern and medieval. Lark provides the modern and the land of Hyperborea is the sword and sorcery setting. Please give this a try.

Spider-Man/Deadpool #21 - Elliott Kalan (writer) Todd Nauck (art) Rachelle Rosenberg (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). Here we go again with a Murderworld story as Spidey and Deadpool try to outsmart Arcade and not get killed. Elektra managed to beat the bad guy and I know these buddies will too. It's fun to see what kind of death traps creative teams come up with.

Superman #30 - Keith Champagne (writer) Ed Benes, Tyler Kirkman & Philip Tan (art) Danei Ribeiro, Tomeu Morey & Sunny Gho (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). The 2-parter with Sinestro and Parallax concludes with the bad guys losing once again. This one had a nice message to it.

Astonishing X-Men #3 - Charles Soule (writer) Ed McGuinness (pencils) Mark Morales (inks) Jason Keith (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). I liked the Wolverine evolution cover because it features prominently in this issue. The team's sojourn into the astral plane to defeat the Shadow King continues with this Old Man Logan solo adventure. I think the good guys just made a big mistake.

Star Wars: Darth Vader #5 - Charles Soule (writer) Giuseppe Camuncoli (pencils) Cam Smith (inks) David Curiel (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). I didn't know what a Kyber crystal was until now. There's a very well done sequence that made me think that Vader's path was going to change course, but alas it was not to be. An interesting premise though.

Spider-Man #20 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Nico Leon (art) Justin Ponsor (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). We got a new regular customer at Comet Comics who is a big Miles Morales fan and the two of us geek out over how much we love reading this title when he comes in to pick up the latest issue off the racks. That infectious joy is why I love my job. Miles makes a big life change starting this issue and lands in hot water right from the get go. This book is never boring.

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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 2 years

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Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Dark Eros Bucky Barnes x Psyche Reader

Summary: You're an artist living in New York City, just trying to live your best life. Lately though, you've been getting these weird flashes of a past life.

However, everything comes crashing to a halt when you meet the formidable CEO, James Barnes and his daughter, Kobik.

When you begin to know the single father and his only daughter, it seems that everything starts to fall into place. Along with his truly dysfunctional family members, who are probably the biggest bunch of weird family members ever— you've truly got your work cut out for you.

Gods, when had your life suddenly become so complicated?

Chapter Warnings: Past character death, mentions of war, Dark!Eros!Bucky, and abusive workplaces.

Additional Notes: A hugeeee thank you to @buckysswinter, whom without their insight and help with brainstorming, that this fic would have never been born. Ella, thank you so much for feeding into my PJO/Greek Mythology obsession. This baby would have never been born without your help.

As always, if you'd like to read this first chapter on my AO3, you can read it here.

Word Count: 6,117

As the sun began to fall down the sky, a platinum-haired young girl walked down the busy streets of Brooklyn. Headed towards the penthouse that she lived in with her father, Kobik Barnes grabbed a hair band from the front pocket of her leather jacket and quickly tied her hair. Her eyes peered all around the people who were swarmed around her in curiosity.

Mortals. They never truly changed.

Ever since Kobik had been born during the Great War, she had seen many things. She had made friends with nature spirits, naiads, dryads— even humans alike.

Except, everyone hadn’t known her as Kobik Barnes back then. That was her now.

Before the modern age, back in the old age of the gods, she had been known as Hedone, the goddess of pleasure. Daughter of Eros, and his past lover Psyche.

But she had never had met her mother. According to her father, it was a sensitive subject that he didn’t really enjoy speaking about around her.

Although, when they had started off in the first year in the modern era, her father had given her a picture of her mother.

She had retained the appearance of her mother ever since then. The only piece of her mother that she could hold onto was how she looked. She had never heard her voice, nor had ever been able to ever remember her mother holding her as a newborn.

Kobik knew that every time her father looked at her in the eyes, that he would get this solemn, look of grief in his eyes. Her father would close himself off, and he never really dated. Despite being very attractive and getting admirers everywhere he went, her father remained firm on staying true to her late mother’s memory.

“Tell me something about her, papa. Anything.”

The six-year-old who was perched on her father’s lap looked up at him. A pleading look in her eyes as her father closed his book. Moving it away from him, she saw him take a deep sigh. As if what he was about to say was going to hurt him for a long time. “You look just like her. But you have my eyes. You have her kindness. Your grandmother and she did not see eye to eye. It was more of my mother’s doing, anyway.” her father picked her up. Kobik remained latched onto him like a starfish on a rock. As they walked out of the study and into the hallway, to the stairs.

“Your mother was more beautiful than my mother herself. She was so beautiful that mortals stopped giving their sacrifices and worships to your grandmother and started worshiping your mother instead. So when she had ordered me to make your mother fall in love with the ugliest, most horrible creature alive… I had to follow her orders. I was her messenger. The one that did her dirty work. So, I obliged. Anyone who my mother deemed as a threat or dangerous needed to be terminated or dealt with. I expected this one to be like all the others.”

Kobik felt her father grip her a little tighter as he walked up the stairs to put her to sleep.

Whatever he was going to say next, was probably going to ruin his mood for the rest of the week. Possibly the rest of the month if he deemed it even that much so.

“I tracked her down. She had been in a dress. One that her servant had made for her.” Kobik’s bedroom door creaked open. Pushing the door completely open, her head burrowed into his shoulder as her father pulled the blankets away, to tuck her into bed. Kobik relaxed as she was placed into her bed, watching as her father pulled the blankets over her again.

Seeing his daughter nod in curiosity and eagerness for her father to continue, her father began to speak again.

“I had been so prepared to make her fall in love with the most ugliest, most horrible creature on the planet. But then I saw her.”

“And then I wondered, how could my mother make me ruin her life like that?” he wondered, making Kobik nod seriously in response. “So did you do it papa? Did you curse her?”

Could you blame her? She was very curious. It wasn’t every day that her father told her about her mother. It being a sensitive subject and all.

“No. No, I did not.”

Bright eyes full of eagerness shone as Kobik gasped dramatically. “What did you do papa?” her frantic tone made her father chuckle as the bed dipped. Sitting down on the bed, she melted a little when he petted her head.

“I fell in love with her instead.”

Kobik clapped her hands together in glee as her eyes sparkled in delight. “Really papa?” she was excited. “Oh yes,” her father was nodding vigorously now. “She was the kindest soul I had ever met in my life. You know how your grandmother influences people’s emotions and plays around with their love lives?”

Nods came from Kobik. “Well, I messed with my own. Kind of. In a way. Because then, your mother started to cry out how sad she was, that no one loved her. They just loved the image of her.”

“Because mama was very pretty. The prettiest!” Kobik was beaming now, a huge smile on her face. “Yes. Your mama was the prettiest. But, because she was so pretty, no one wanted to get to know her. All they wanted was a pretty thing.”

“Like a trophy wife? Or a sugar baby?” His daughter suggested.

“Sweetheart…” her father was beginning to narrow his eyes slightly. “Where did you learn those words?”

“From one of those Dateline shows I watch in my free time!” Kobik piped up, obviously happy to share this new piece of information with her father.

Her father had the opposite reaction though.

He knew he shouldn’t have bought that new TV all those months ago.

“We’ll talk about your TV habits in the morning, young lady.” her father’s scolding words made Kobik giggle. “Finish the story, papa! I wanna hear what happens at the end!” She encouraged him.

A look of pain appeared on his face before it went away. Heaving a deep sigh, her father gave her a reluctant nod. “As you wish.”

“We fell in love and got married soon afterwards. Everything was fine. Although… during our marriage, I had told her to never shine a light on me. I never wanted her to look at me. And your mama, even though she was curious— never shined a light on me. She never looked at me. She respected my wishes, and I respected her wishes of wanting to spend time with her. Your mother was very fond of drawing and reading. If she had not gotten married to me, I would have thought of her becoming an artist. Something like that, darling.”

“But then one day, the Giants attacked.”

Kobik gasped dramatically. Her father nodded grimly. He shut his eyes closed for a second.

This was always the worst part.

Gods, he fucking hated remembering it.

He remembered it as if it were merely yesterday.

“Your mother had gone out, for some fresh air. She wanted to take a walk. She assured me that she would be back soon, just in time for dinner. We always ate dinner together.”

“Oh! Just like us, right papa?” Kobik cut in. Her father nodded briskly. “Yes. Just like the two of us,” his voice was low.

“The Giants attacked your mother. I was… too late. I came too late. By the time I realized something was wrong and had gotten there… your mother was bleeding. I couldn’t do anything to save her. She was dying. She was pregnant with you, too. I couldn’t risk anything happening to you. And… I knew that she wanted nothing with godhood. I couldn’t do that to your mother. She had enough strength to give birth to you, and as she was dying… she asked to see me. In the flesh.”

“Did you show her what you looked like papa?” If possible, Kobik’s eyes were probably the size of saucers. “I held her while she died. I told her she would make it into Elysium. She would. If she didn’t end up there, then I told her I’d go into the Underworld myself and make those damn judges put her there. It was the most they could do for her.”

Kobik couldn’t help the giggles that escaped her. It lifted up the deary mood a little because then her father had begun to smile again.

“I miss mama. I wish she was here with us,” his little girl began to sniff. She fell into her father’s embrace as she sobbed into his shoulder.

“I miss her too, darling. I wish she was here with us too, Hedone.”

The sounds of the front door being opened as the locks turned caught a man’s attention. Pushing his papers to the side with a low groan, he managed to get up and walk out of his office.

Kobik Barnes, or as all the rest of the Olympians knew her as Hedone— was wearing a huge smile on her face when she caught sight of her father walking towards her from down the hall. Ready to greet her, as always.

“Hello papa.” Her friendly greeting made him smile. Just the slightest bit.

James Buchanan Barnes brought his only daughter into a huge. Burying his face into her hair as she giggled softly into his shirt.

The world and the elite class knew him as James Buchanan Barnes.

To the gods and goddesses of Olympus however, he was known as Eros, the god of love. To the Greeks, he had been known as Eros. To the Romans, he had been known as Cupid.

But to his only daughter, he was just papa.

And that was enough.

“How was your day, sweet pea?” asked James as he looked down at her. Kobik posed as an eleven-year-old, the cover story when they had arrived in this modern era that James had lost his wife, Kobik’s mother when she had been five. Six years had passed since then, and now, in the eyes of the mortals anyway, she would be eleven years old by now. Her birthday having been decided by the two to be June seventh.

“My day was okay, papa. Same old, same old.” Kobik’s reply made him chuckle a little. “Same old, same old, huh?” he couldn’t help but amuse her as he picked her up good-naturedly, walking to the kitchen. The kitchen lights turned on as James pushed the white button. Placing his daughter on top of the marble kitchen island, James went to work, walking to the fridge and opening the doors.

“What do you want for dinner tonight?” Kobik perked up at her father’s use of French. Being the god of love and all, with his unfortunate mother being the goddess of love, James was fluent in French. Amongst other languages.

Being an immortal being gave him and his daughter plenty of time to pick up other languages.

“I think we don’t have any meat left, papa. I kinda wanted pork roast tonight. But we ran out of pork.” Kobik admitted sadly.

Opening the drawer where they kept their vegetables, James eyed the sack of potatoes. He also remembered they had plenty of onions left. And then, his blue eyes zeroed on the package of thick-cut bacon he had bought this morning.

“Don’t worry little one,” the God of Love assured his daughter, “—we can figure something out.”

A few weeks later…

You didn’t know how you had fallen asleep.

It had been a long, tiring shift at the art gallery that you worked at in Chelsea.

Your fucking boss had you working overtime again. You had been practically slaving your ass away, making sure that the art gallery showing later this week was perfect. Flawless, even.

Just like all of the other ones.

Sometimes, you really wondered why you chose to become an artist. Your two older sisters were far more successful than you ever would be, anyway. Your oldest sister was a dentist, and your second-oldest sister was married to a wealthy businessman.

And you were just the oddball in the family. An artist. As a young child, you never had any friends. You often had hid in the art room by yourself, being alone. Making friends had been hard for you. Growing up, you had been a shy sort of thing. Even when puberty had hit you like a freight train and you had gotten gorgeous, you still struggled to make friends.

Becoming pretty just joined the List of Reasons Why You Couldn’t Make Friends.

Although now though, it probably wasn’t looking like a small list anymore. It probably was looking like one of those long scrolls of parchment paper they used to use back in the day when writing a shit ton of stuff.

Anyways.

You stumbled into your apartment in Manhattan. It was a small two-bedroom, and it was around nine-hundred-and-fifty square feet. Truth be told, you didn’t mind the space. The bigger bedroom was used as your studio, and you stayed in the smaller bedroom. Not that the smaller space bothered you. You didn’t have a lot of things anyway.

“One of these days,” you grumbled under your breath. “—one of these days, I’m going to snap at him. He’s going to freaking push me there, I just freakin’ know it. Damn son of a bitch.”

Kicking off your shoes at the door, you made sure you properly locked it, even checking it twice. Before moving to the kitchen and turning on the lights. Throwing your purse onto your small counter, you opened a cabinet to grab one of your bowls. Flinging another cabinet open, you grabbed your cereal of choice. Pouring some into your bowl while opening the fridge door, you pulled out the milk and uncapped it, pouring some milk into the bowl too.

You were strictly a cereal first, then milk type of person.

Milk first, then cereal was just atrocious. And you stood firmly by that notion, thank you very much.

It was gonna be a cereal for dinner type of thing tonight. Which you were totally behind. Breakfast for dinner was amazeballs. Gleefully grabbing a spoon from the drawers, you bounced to your couch, putting your bowl of cereal on your little coffee table, and grabbed the remote, to turn on the TV.

Flipping through the channels as you munched on your cereal, your phone started to vibrate in the back pocket of your jeans. Grumbling to yourself, you munched on the last bit of cereal before putting your bowl down. Taking your phone out of your back pocket, you saw the caller ID across your screen as Darcy Lewis.

Your bestie.

Your sister from another mother, basically. The two of you had been friends ever since college, even though you had gone to an art school in Manhattan and Darcy had gone to college for her science degree, the two of you had become fast friends.

“Hey! I bring good news!” Darcy’s voice chirped from the other end of the line.

“Good news?” you echoed as you lowered the volume on your TV. “Oh yes!” Darcy sounded delighted. “I can make it to the art gallery opening later this week!”

At the mention of the art gallery that was happening later this week, you couldn’t help but groan in pain.

“… are you okay?” Darcy sounded worried. You let out another groan. “Darc,” you complained, “—my boss has been having me work fucking overtime! I’m so tired! I don’t even know how I’m still even talking to you!”

“Because you love me, that’s why,” Darcy stated in a matter-of-a-fact tone that had you snorting.

Your bestie had a point.

“Point taken,” you shrugged. “So, what time are you coming?”

“Five! As usual.” Darcy’s chirpy voice made a small little smile start to appear on your face.

You really didn’t know how Darcy could stay upbeat and lively, not to mention bubbly all the time, but it at least made you feel a bit better.

With that, you continued to eat your cereal and talked with Darcy over the phone.

When you had decided to go to sleep, to no one’s surprise, you had fallen asleep pretty quickly.

But when you had fallen asleep was when all the trouble started.

You were dreaming again.

You knew for a damn fact, you were fucking dreaming again.

Because you saw yourself in complete and utter darkness before you fell down… down… down… and landed on a bed.

It was the same bed that you always landed in. Soft, fluffy, cushiony.

You started to hear voices again. You managed to hear a loud “Psyche!” before the terrain around you melted, and you fell out of your bed, going down… down… until you found yourself chained against a rock while a storm raged above you. Rain fell down and had completely soaked you from head to toe. Your clothes were drenched too. Your dress clung to your body like a second skin, making you shiver.

Thunder crashed and sounded in the sky above you.

Zeus was angry.

The rumbling of the sea down below you made you nearly look down. For a moment, all you wanted to do was jump, if you weren’t chained to the damn rock.

Suddenly, the earth cracked open under you and you were falling again.

You woke up with a gasp.

Your eyes even fell open.

Your heart pounded harshly in your chest as you shoved the blankets off of your body. Getting out of bed, you scrambled to get your phone to turn the flashlight on. Your feet smacked against the cold hardwood floors of your apartment as you walked through the small hallway, shivering to yourself as the cold air nipped at you, despite still wearing clothes. Stumbling into the kitchen, you turned the lights on. Bright light filled your vision as you recoiled from the bright lights as if you were fucking Edward Cullen from Twilight or something.

Wincing, you managed to grab a glass from the cupboard to drink some water to calm down your nerves.

Once you managed to get yourself under control, you took in a breath.

The dreams were coming back again.

They were always the same. You’d imagine yourself in a bedroom, and then, you’d be transported and chained to a rock while you wore mourner’s clothing. All the while a storm appeared above you, thunder crashing in the sky. Not to mention, the sea down below you, throwing a temper tantrum of some sort.

It was all so confusing to you.

Maybe you should have made another appointment with your therapist. She would know what to do.

For now though, you would try and fall asleep again.

A few days later…

James had been in the middle of having lunch when he got the call.

His phone that had been placed on his desk had begun to ring.

Loudly. It blasted one of Apollo’s stupid elevator tunes, which just proved to James that it was the damn sun god.

For a second, he humored the sun god by not answering the first two rings. Knowing that Apollo got agitated if he didn’t pick up by the third ring, James picked up his phone and pressed the green button.

Putting his phone to his ear, “Hello?”

“You little shit,” Sam’s voice was accusing him again. “You didn’t answer on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” James’s response had Sam scowling right into the phone as he grumbled. “You goddamn little shit,” Sam snapped at him, “—and to think I was going to give you and Hedone free tickets to the art gallery showing tonight.”

James nearly perked up at that. He had always been a sucker for art. Art anything, really.

Being the god of love, he appreciated all and any body types. Beauty was in the eyes of the beholder, after all. So it always had interested him throughout the millennia, how sculptors and artists expressed how they thought their ideas of beauty were.

It amazed him, really. Made him curious.

Although, he seemed it was his way of distancing himself from his parents. His mother Aphrodite would appreciate the little things, but Ares, his father would always appreciate blood and gore.

His father had been thoroughly entertained by the Giant War, that had been for certain.

The Giant War… any thought of his wife made the aura that surrounded James grow darker as his power slowly seeped out of him. Luckily, his door was closed and the opening under the door was sealed off, so no one was getting influenced by his romance magic stuff today.

His employees would live to see another day, it seemed.

“… Bucky? Bucky? Buck? EROS?” Sam’s voice shouted from the other line, making James snap out of his thoughts. For a moment there, he was close to crushing his phone in his hands by how hard he was gripping his phone.

Composing himself, “What?” his reply might have come out a bit snappish, but could anyone blame him?

His wife, his Psyche’s death had kicked off the Giant War. His love’s death had made him announce war on the Giants. The rest of the gods had followed suit after the Giants had harmed the mortals too.

For the first time in his life, he finally knew what it felt like, to be consumed by rage. His father was the God of War, after all. Ares was known for enjoying the bloodier side of war. Blood, gore, all of the dead bodies of soldiers that had to put down their lives to the side that they had believed in.

James had been fueled by anger. By grief. By the fact that the only person that he had allowed into his heart was gone.

His wife had died because he had been too late to change her, to transform her into an immortal, like him. Deep down, he knew that Psyche would have never asked him for godhood willingly. Even if she was on death’s door, ready to be escorted down into the Underworld.

Because Psyche had valued life. Human life. She always saw the best in others, even if they didn’t deserve it.

Any thought of his wife made his heart clench. When she had been dying, when he had been holding onto her after she had given birth to Hedone, she had smiled at him.

“Show yourself to me.”

It had been the number one thing they had agreed on, the terms that he had set forth when saving her from her fate.

Even if he was being selfish about it.

Hedone was still crying and screaming in his arms.

“Please.” his wife’s voice was broken as she weakly tried to reach her hand out to try and touch him.

Something.

She watched as invisible arms grasped her up, as if she weighed nothing, to bring her closer to them.

Right before her eyes, she watched as her husband showed himself to her. Bright, white wings that reminded her of angel wings appeared and tucked themselves back into the man. His chestnut brown hair was to his shoulders as blue eyes that reminded her of ice stared down at her.

Wings.

She knew only one god who had wings.

“Eros.” The recognition and disbelief were in her voice as she took in her husband.

The man that she had fallen in love with, the man that she had lost her virginity to, the man that she had fallen pregnant and had just given birth to, the father of her child— was no other than Eros, the son of Aphrodite and Ares. The god of love and sexual desire himself.

A god. She had fallen in love with a god.

Well. Wasn’t she just lucky?

The Fates must have wanted her to suffer greatly right at this moment.

Even if Eros was considered a minor god, she knew that Zeus himself feared him. Like his mother, Eros could easily make war by meddling with human lives. Simple meddling of emotions, and he could easily create the Trojan War 2.0 without even having to lift a finger.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”

Even though he wasn’t Thantanos, he could tell.

His wife was dying.

“What’re apologizing for? I never knew…” she let out a cough, blood coming out of her mouth. “I never knew gods could apologize. Especially—“ another cough, more blood spewing out of her mouth as Kobik wailed. “—especially you.”

“Well, you learn new things every day,” her husband reminded her. Managing a weak chuckle, she winced in pain. “Yes… well, that’s t-true…” she gasped in pain, nearly almost screwing her eyes shut. Being hit by a Giant hurt more than people thought.

“Don’t move.”

Even if it hurt him to see his wife dying, he didn’t want to turn her into an immortal.

Because he knew that was something she didn’t want.

“If you move less…” his voice was hushed as he took her in, drinking in her appearance with tearful eyes, “—it’ll hurt less. Please.”

A soft, steady intake of breath made her chest shift up and down. Kobik whimpered when she watched as her husband gently put the newborn in between the two of them.

“My darling girl,” she whispered as she laid eyes on her daughter. He watched as she took in one last breath before her body became completely still.

As if she had felt it, Kobik shrieked and shrilled, beginning to cry again.

Too caught up in his grief, he didn’t even notice someone appearing behind him.

“… Eros? Eros? …. EROS!”

James jerked up in surprise.

Sam just sighed on the other line. “You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

He nearly gritted his teeth together in irritation. A deep rumble might have come from him too.

Sam just rolled his eyes. James could feel it, even though he was on the other side of the line.

“Geez… keep moping like this, and pretty soon I’ma confuse you for Helmut.”

“I have more class than the Big Three, thank you very much.” James’s snapped response didn’t quite fly by the big guy, because then, he could hear lighting around the sky. Signifying that Zeus didn’t quite like that comment, thank you very much.

“And you’re the only one of us who has a primordial for a mom. Congrats dude,” Sam sounded amused as he laid back onto his couch. Unlike most of his Olympian family members, Sam, or as everyone else knew him as Apollo, had the least amount of struggle of adjusting to the modern era. If anything, he had embraced it full heartily. The modern era was just so amazing! How could he have any trouble at all?

Except for Florida.

Yeah. No. he wasn’t touching that state with a ten-foot fucking pole. Too many weird people there. Even if Poseidon, or M’Baku as everyone knew him in this new era, liked being there because of the whole the-waters-are-nice there bullshit. Something like that.

What M’Baku found scarily nice about being in a state surrounded and lived in with alligators, Sam would never understand.

But Helmut? The god of the underworld? The depressed dude with way too much time on his hands?

Really, at this point, Sam was suspecting that Helmut was the criminal lord of the criminal underworld. He didn’t hang out with his uncle as much, but he knew his uncle was in some shady ass business. That was for sure.

Whatever. He’d ask at the next family gathering this Thanksgiving. Something that Hera, the queen of the god suggested they all do. Hang out at every holiday the mortals had. Thanksgiving. Christmas. Easter. All of the annual holidays. Even though they were as dysfunctional as they came. They might as well give TLC a run for their money at this point.

“… you have a Titan as a mother. I wouldn’t be talking, if I were you.” James reminded him idly. Sam shook his head, chuckling. “Nah. But Aphrodite’s been here longer than any of us. Oldest Olympian and stuff, remember? I’m surprised your mom doesn’t get mad when people mistake her for a goddess.”

“Common mistake. And I don’t talk to my parents anymore, remember?”

“Yeah,” Sam sounded a little bitter himself, “—we should have an annual club. Just us and the rest of the Olympians who have shitty parents.”

“No thank you,” James’s voice was crisp. “I don’t want to be seeing my father.”

Oh, right.

Ares was the son of Zeus and Hera.

Which meant, he also had shitty parents.

“Anyway,” Sam shrugged it off, “—are you and Kobik comin’ to the art gallery tonight? They’re going to the Greek and Roman sculptures tonight. Y’know— us.”

“I can buy some tickets tonight,” James replied, but Sam butt in. “I already bought three tickets for us. Just show up at the place.”

Which led James to now.

Kobik watched with rapt attention as she and her father walked through the halls of the art gallery, looking at all of the sculptures of every god or goddess.

“Papa!” Kobik was nudging him towards a particular sculpture. “Look!” She exclaimed in French. “It’s you!”

“Well, they do have the wings right,” James remarked, amusement in his voice. He picked up his daughter as she let out a giggle, looking at the sculpture. The Eros sculpture was made completely out of pure marble. From what James picked up, it seemed that they had carved him out during the time when he had cursed Sam to fall in love with Daphne.

A sensitive subject, that one. James knew that Sam didn’t like talking about it. The two of them had mended that part of their friendship, but he knew that Sam didn’t like to talk about it in particular.

And James would let him be like that. Love was complicated in many ways anyway. He would know. He was an expert in love.

Kobik let out a gasp as she eyed the Hecate sculpture.

She immediately frowned.

“Papa,” she said, turning her head to the side a little. “I don’t think Agatha’s gonna like that.”

James nearly laughed out loud when he looked at where Kobik was looking.

“No,” he agreed with her. “No, I don’t think she is. Would you like to go to the paintings section now, little one?”

Kobik nodded eagerly.

Meanwhile, in the painting’s section of the art gallery, with you…

You were tired.

So, so, so tired.

You had been running around the art gallery like a frigging maniac, trying to keep everything under control, to make sure everything was going as smooth as possible.

Thanks to your damn boss, you couldn’t stop for a second.

You desperately needed a second to catch your breath.

Although, Darcy had shown up. So that was a good thing. You had said hello to her before she had dashed off into the gallery, headed for the history lesson that they were doing.

Which left you alone to man the joint, even though you knew your boss was here.

Speaking of your boss…

A loud voice broke you out of your thoughts. Running a hand through your hair, you deeply exhaled.

Kobik had seen you first. She was holding onto her father’s hand as the two of them walked through the painting's wing of the art gallery, a beaming smile on her face. A loud man’s voice echoed through the hall though.

It made her turn her head to the side. Reminding her father of a familiar love primordial as her eyes narrowed.

You had heard your boss’s voice from down the hall from where you were, and you were so ready to throttle him. Right here and now. Even if there were any bystanders because you were already so damn tired.

Before today, you had worked a solid sixteen hours, making sure everything was perfect for tonight. And not only that, you weren’t allowed to at least have a look at all of your hard work. Granted, you were more of a paintings type of person, and not only that— your piece was hanging here tonight.

When you had been thinking of what to paint, at first, you didn’t really have any ideas.

After mulling over it for a few days, you had realized, or maybe it had been a subconscious decision— you had broken out your paints and paintbrushes and your canvas, and just started painting to some Lumineers. Bopping your feet to Ophelia, eight hours later, you had looked at your finished piece.

A painting of Eros, holding his dying lover Psyche. Hedone had been in the middle of the two of them as Psyche was in Eros’s arms, dying.

Something in you made you feel funny when you looked at it harder.

It just… seemed so lifelike. As if you had been here before.

But you had never even seen Eros. They were just myths to you. Because yeah, you had been a major Greek Mythology nerd back in high school. Heck, you had even taken a Latin class in college, because the obsession was still there. You were practically a Greek Mythology expert.

But seeing the painting made you feel eerie. Something pulled in your gut as if something terrible was about to happen.

Your boss’s loud voice filled your ears again, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Irritably, you turned around.

James saw you first.

Well, alright. He had seen the back of your head first, as you bickered with your boss.

When you finally turned around though, Kobik saw your face.

A little whimper left her as James walked through the crowd, walking towards you.

He heard Kobik’s thoughts.

Mama. Mama. Mama. It’s Mama.

Without thinking, Kobik yanked free from her father and ran towards you.

You nearly shouted in surprise as you were tackled down by a child. Your boss yelled though. Falling to the floor with a grunt, Kobik began blabbing. You really only caught the words of “Mama,” before Kobik broke out sobbing, clutching onto you as if you were her lifeline.

All you could do to cope with your newfound shock was to hold the child, bring her closer to you as she sobbed.

“I’m getting up now sweetheart, okay?” Kobik sniffed loudly as she gave you a weak nod, allowing you to get back up onto your feet.

Through the chaos and onlookers, James managed to make his way to you.

Huffing, James saw you.

In the flesh.

It was at this moment, he knew.

It was you.

You.

His wife.

His Psyche.

Psyche.

“Kobik! There you are, darling. I was looking for you. I’m terribly sorry if she caused you any trouble ma’am.” James quickly apologized as he took Kobik from you, as the little girl whimpered. The goddess kept saying “no, no, no,” even as James held her close to his chest, gently shushing her.

For the first time in your entire life, you were stumped.

Quite simply, the man who was holding the little girl who had crashed into you was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

The first thing you had caught was his eyes. They were blue. So, so, so blue. They reminded you of pure ice.

And the beard.

Oh, yes, the beard.

You were going to fantasize about that damn beard for nights to come.

The other you noticed, was that he dressed like a businessman. A wealthy one too. The child’s daughter was dressed in a navy blue suit, with a silver and red tie. A silver pocket square was nicely folded and in his breast pocket.

His shoulder-length chestnut brown hair was nicely combed back.

For a split second, you saw something else entirely. You saw a field of grass, and you saw him above you, holding you. You heard the child who this man was holding wailing. As if she was nothing but a mere babe and recently born.

And then, just like that, it was gone. People’s loud conversations and the busying of people walking past you filled your ears once again.

“Excuse me, ma’am, I don’t mean to bother you—“ a chilling look was shot towards your boss, “—my daughter’s just very jumpy tonight. Come on Kobik, say bye-bye to the nice lady.”

The little girl, no, Kobik— tearfully waved at you as her father turned around, walking away from you.

You were confused.

So, so, confused.

You had seen him before.

But where?

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Kobik - Chapter VI

Bucky x Reader

Angst

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Summary: You, Bucky, Sam, and Kobik face disagreements on what the next step is. But when you eventually come to agreement trouble arises.

“I’m coming with you,” you declared.

“Are you crazy?” Bucky argued.

“I agree,” Sam added.

“As in for the first time ever Bucky’s not the crazy one. And besides, we don’t even know what our next step is in the first place.”

You rolled your eyes, crossed your arms, and laid your head back against the couch.

About an hour ago Sam called two agents of some type of organization you had never heard of before to come in and take the two guys in for medical attention before being interrogated. And by the looks of it, they might be getting serious medical attention for probably the next few days. This meant that if Sam and Bucky wanted to get this done themselves, you were all technically still on your own with this one.

They also wanted to take Kobik in with them. But both Sam and Bucky convinced them that she needed to stay with the three of you. That didn’t take much convincing because before Kobik practically collapsed in Bucky’s arms due to exhaustion, she was attached at your hip while they asked both you and Kobik questions. The poor kid had used up so much of her energy. So while the three of you were trying to work things out, she was comfortably snoozing in your bed for the night. Chances were that none of you were going to sleep anyway.

“So what now?”

Neither had answers.

“Listen,” Bucky said.

“This isn’t for you to worry about, okay?”

“Not for me to worry about?” you retorted.

“This was for me to worry about since the minute you brought me into this by bringing Kobik home.”

Bucky had guilt written all over his face. But guilt wasn’t what you wanted him to feel.

“Listen,” you said.

“You’ve trained me for countless amount of hours. And if today hasn’t proved that you’ve done a great job at it I don’t know what will.”

You turned to Sam for backup. He had to know that you were right to an extent. And he seemed to be thinking about it.

“She might have a point, Buck.”

You smiled, and instead of looking at you, your husband was too busy giving Sam the infamous Bucky Barnes death stare.

“I trained you for last-resort situations like this. Not for you to actively go out with us.”

“Well what’s the other solution?” you argued.

“Just have the two of us wait around for another ambush?”

You looked over to Sam again for some backup, but he seemed to decide that it was best to just mind his own business and went to go grab a glass of water.

“We don’t even know what we’re walking into. And the last thing I’m gonna do is have my newly pregnant wife follow us around doing dangerous shit like this.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Sam choked.

“Okay to be fair,” you started, putting a finger up.

“We don’t know how new this is.”

“That’s beside the point, Y/N!” Bucky exclaimed.

“Then what’s your bigger and better solution Bucky?” you shouted shooting up from the couch.

“You say you want me to be quote on quote safe but I don’t know if you noticed but keeping me at home to play fucking house didn’t exactly go as planned!”

“Y/N I’m sorry—”

“Sorry isn’t a solution!” you cried.

“Sorry isn’t going to keep Kobik away from those people. Sorry isn’t going to magically undo everything that’s happened or what could happen soon whether I’m pregnant or not. And sorry isn’t going to stop me from doing whatever the hell I can to protect that little girl from going through any more pain!”

Your voice cracked during that last sentence, and you found yourself choking on tears that had yet to fall.

You could see it now that Bucky was understanding why you were so adamant about this.

“Y/N?” asked a soft, sleepy voice from across the room.

“Is everything okay?”

You sighed and sat back down on the couch inviting her to join you and sit on your lap.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up kiddo,” you said softly while hugging her.

She shrugged and let her face collapse on your shoulder.

“What are we gonna do now?” she whimpered.

She knew that this wasn’t over. If anything she didn’t know if any of this was ever going to be over. And frankly, neither did anyone else in the room.

Sam came back around and leaned against the wall facing towards you and Bucky. Sam was eyeing you, and you eyed him back not to say anything more about the news that he just heard.

“We don’t want you to have to worry about that anymore, okay?” Bucky told her.

She didn’t respond. For a moment you weren’t sure if she just wanted to ignore his words, or if she just fell asleep again.

“We can find them. And find out who the bad man is.”

You rubbed her back soothingly over ambitiously attempting to get her back to sleep so you would no longer have to worry about her trying to get in on this.

“The people that came to get them are going to ask them questions. They might be able to find out,” Bucky stated.

She shook her head.

“I can find out.”

He narrowed his eyes curiously.

“What do you mean you can find out.”

And that’s when you remembered.

“Kobik, no,” you ordered.

“You are not reading their minds.”

“Reading their minds?” Bucky questioned.

“What is she talking about?” Sam added.

“What he said.”

Kobik reached out to touch Bucky’s hand to try to demonstrate and read him, but he pulled away before she could. There was no way he was going to let anyone read his mind. Especially not her.

“You didn’t know about this?” you asked.

“I knew that she could do some things with people’s minds, but I didn’t think that mind-reading was one of them.”

“So the cyborg doesn’t know everything.”

You couldn’t help but snort. And Bucky directed his .5 second long dirty look at you.

Kobik jumped off of your lap and sat in the middle of the couch between you and Bucky and directed her gaze to you.

“Why not?” she argued

“Because,” you counterargued.

She pointer at herself with both hands.

“Well if you want to find what you’re looking for, you need help. Duh.”

“Kobik…” you said in an odd motherly warning tone that had never really come from you before.

She crossed her arms and stared at you defiantly. Oddly, very similar to how you did before she showed up.

“Frustrating isn’t it?” Bucky teased.

For a split second, you envisioned killing him.

“Why won’t you back me up on this?” you looked back and forth between Bucky and Sam.

Bucky was too busy thinking to meet your gaze, and so was Sam. Kobik kept her attention on Bucky with her arms still crossed but now with a mildly hopeful expression.

They were not…They were not seriously thinking…

“Okay, why are you both considering taking Kobik but you were quick to tell me to back down?”

“She’s the one with the powers,” Bucky stated.

“And we’ll make sure that Kobik’s okay. They’re most likely heavily sedated in the hospital.”

“They’re pretty easy to get to without anyone even knowing a thing…Trust me.”

Sam silently agreed with him.

“Well, what about security?” Sam added.

“I’ll take care of that.”

“What do you mean by that?” you enquired.

“You know what? I don’t want to know.”

“You might have to,” he said.

“And what do you mean by that?” you frowned.

“I think it means,” Sam interjected.

“That you and Kobik are both getting your wish.”

…

One hour later

“Sam Wilson, when did you learn how to hack into a hospital database?”

Sam was sitting in the passenger’s seat on his laptop looking through the inpatient list of the hospital.

“I think you forgot that I used to work for Tony Stark, and I spent two years helping Steve try to find your husband. Long story short, it’s come in handy.”

You tilted your head and shrugged. Fair enough.

“Okay, I think I found them.”

“You sure?” Bucky asked keeping his eyes on the road as he drove.

“Well, they’re the only two people in the hospital with security registered to be at their doors. So why don’t you tell me?”

“Okay, okay.”

When he pulled into the hospital parking lot you took in a deep breath, and Kobik took your hand. She had been quiet for the whole car ride.

“You sure you know what to do?” you asked.

She nodded confidently.

“Okay,” Bucky began.

“So once I send you the message to get inside, we have about 5 minutes before hospital security gets suspicious about what’s going on with the camera system, and maybe 2 minutes after that before they start taking action.”

You looked at Kobik.

“How long do you think you’ll need?”

She looked up and thought about it.

“A minute.”

You felt relieved. You could probably pull this off.

“Okay,” you said.

“Let’s do this.”

…

Bucky was nowhere to be found on the hospital ICU floor. Which was in fact a good thing because neither was the security guard that was supposed to be guarding the door of the man whose room you’d be infiltrating. If everything went according to plan, the security guard should probably be inside of the room knocked out, and would be for a good couple of hours. You didn’t ask how Bucky just had a syringe of some type of knock-out drug on hand. But once again, you didn’t want to know.

Nobody looked suspicious of anything, so things were going pretty well. From what you could tell nurses were used to seeing security guards go in and out for coffee breaks without covering each other…which definitely seemed like a recipe for disaster. This whole situation kind of proved that.

You walked up to the nurse’s station.

“Visiting hours are over, ma’am,” said a very tired-looking nurse.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized innocently acting like the biggest bubblehead.

“It’s just…My husband is on this floor in room…536? I forgot my wallet here this morning and I really need it as soon as possible. And my daughter would really like to see him for a couple of minutes. She was at school when I was last here.”

He looked like he wanted to protest, but his expression softened when looked down at Kobik who was incredibly good at a fake pouty face. Who could say no to that little face?

“No more than 5 minutes, okay?” he sighed and smiled kindly.

You nodded gratefully and went on to find the room that you actually had to go to.

“Room 536 is on the other side, ma’am,” said another nurse.

Shit.

“Hey, nurse!” yelled a familiar voice from across the way.

It was Bucky…And he was wearing a security guard uniform.

“I think I need help with something. Are you busy right now?”

His voice carried so well that everybody had his attention, and nobody was going to ignore someone who was supposed to be guarding very dangerous people.

Kobik pulled you to come along instead of staring at Bucky like a dear in the headlights.

Just like Bucky said it would be, the door was unlocked. When you walked in, the designated security guard was peacefully snoring on the bench by the window. Poor guy was going to be so confused when he woke up.

Kobik was already standing, (or rather hovering over) who you had dubbed ‘grey shirt’ during the attack. She took in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and placed her hand on his arm.

You had worried about what would happen if he woke up and caused a fuss. He may have been restrained, but one yell for help and you’d be busted. But Bucky was right. He was very drugged up and didn’t even twitch at Kobik’s touch.

Her brows began to furrow after holding on for a little while, and you could tell that she was seeing things and people that she didn’t want to see and that it upset her. You wished that you could just take her place.

After a couple of minutes, she let go. Her gaze was intense and sharp. Her eyes also glowed.

“He’s in New York,” she said.

“They’re all in New York.”

Suddenly your phone lit up in your hand. It was an urgent text from Sam to you and Bucky.

‘Time to go. NOW.’

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“We gotta go.”

She made her way back to you impossibly quickly and took your hand to exit the room. When you swung the door open Bucky was right there standing guard.

“You’re not supposed to be in here young lady,” he teased flirtatiously.

“What can I say I have a thing for running into men in uniform,” you winked before smacking him on the arm before beginning to walk down the hall at a fast pace as he followed.

“They’re all in New York,” Kobik told Bucky.

“What?”

“The bad men talked about moving from Sweden to New York. They’ll be here for a couple of weeks. Or until they find me.”

He swore under his breath.

Your phones buzzed a few times but you were too busy making your way down the stairs and steering through hallways to get the hell out of that hospital to check. You figured that you’d take time to pause and look as soon as you got outside.

“Nobody’s following us right?” you huffed trying to keep up with Bucky and Kobik’s superhuman paces.

They both scanned the surroundings and determined that you were safe.

Finally, you reached the glass doors of one of the back exits to the parking structure. Mission accomplished.

“Oh thank God,” you sighed making your way down the outdoor steps.

“Y/N?” said Bucky worriedly staring down at his phone.

“I think we’re about to have company.”

Before you even had time to process his words you heard the click of three guns from behind you. And you had a strong hunch that it wasn’t hospital security.

“Hand the kid over to us, and you go free.”

Fuck.

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Forget Secret Empire – Did Captain America #15 Just Set Up Generations?

SPOILER WARNING: The following article contains major spoilers for “Captain America: Steve Rogers” #15 and “Uncanny Avengers” #22, in stores now.

It’s been a long, long road for Steve Rogers leading up to Marvel’s incoming “Secret Empire” event. Since he revealed the hero to be an agent of Hydra on the last page of “Captain America: Steve Rogers” #1, writer Nick Spencer has been setting up the World War II super-soldier to betray everyone and everything he has ever known. While the latest issue of the series (#15, illustrated by Javier Pina) continues to set up the takeover of the United States by Hydra, its final reveal may have repercussions beyond Marvel’s big summer event.

First, some additional background; “Captain America: Steve Rogers” #15 builds on the events of “Uncanny Avengers” #22. The Unity Squad (comprising X-men, Avengers and Inhumans, and formerly commanded by Rogers) captures the Red Skull and surgically removes the portion of Professor X’s brain he’d grafted onto his own, thus eliminating the telepathic powers that had allowed him to manipulate the team into doing his bidding.

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After the successful completion of the surgery, Rogers arrives to take the Skull into S.H.I.E.L.D. custody. He also demands, under threat of force, that Rogue remit to him the portion of Xavier’s brain that Beast had extracted, labeling it a weapon of mass destruction, but the former X-man refuses to comply. Shattering a wall, and flying free, Rogue calls for the Human Torch to follow her into the sky where, with a bolt of fire from Johnny Storm, Rogue “sends her mentor home,” cremating the last of his remains.

Rogers’ threat of force suggests that the remaining tissue from Xavier’s brain may have still be viable and therefore of use to him. Has Rogue foiled his plans? Also, as Charles’ ashes are scattered in the sky over Manhattan, the particles drift past her face. Is the tissue completely charred at this point, or did any living fragments survive, thus imbuing Rogue with Xavier’s powers?

The “Final” Fate of…

Despite his failure to procure the remains of Xavier’s brain, Steve retrieves the Red Skull and remands him into S.H.I.E.L.D. custody, but as we see at the beginning of “Captain America: Steve Rogers” #15, he never intended for Schmidt to remain in prison. Rather, he arranged for the villain’s daughter, Sin, to free him and take him back to his German estate for a final encounter.

There, Spencer and Pina mix a flashback with current events, as we see the Rogers of the past chided by the Skull, while the Rogers of the present essentially snaps, grabbing the Hydra leader by the collar and sending him hurtling through a window to his death. “I am loyal to nothing, Skull—except the dream.”

As this is happening, Sharon Carter — unaware of the Skull’s predicament, and not knowing Rogers’ wheareabouts — disobeys the orders of the World Security Council, and prepares to take on Hydra in Sokovia.

In a final flashback, Elisa Sinclair reveals that she made a deal with the Skull to save Hydra. As a betrayed Steve prepares to walk away from her and the organization, she keeps him from leaving by revealing that the Allies are developing a most terrible weapon – the first Cosmic Cube.

So – What Does This All Mean?

In killing the Skull, Steve Rogers may have taken on an enemy even greater than S.H.I.E.L.D., and opened up the possibility of further alterations to the fabric of the entire Marvel universe. It was Schmidt’s vision of Hydra that seduced Kobik into altering Captain America’s past, after all, making him an ally of his greatest enemy. But as we have seen in the build-up to “Secret Empire,” most notably in the latest issue of “Thunderbolts,” elements of Rogers’ altered reality have begun to seep into everyone else’s. This begs the question: How will these alterations to the current timeline play out once the sentient Cosmic Cube discovers that Rogers has murdered the person who provided her raison d’être? Will she turn on the Captain and Hydra, or will she turn on all of humanity?

The final delicious splash page in “Captain America: Steve Rogers” #15 not only reveals the Allies’ secret weapon, it alters a crucial event in Marvel history: Now, the first Cosmic Cube was not invented by A.I.M in the 1960s, but 20-some years earlier at the conclusion of World War II.

Is this one of Steve’s altered memories? Or is Kobik re-writing her own origin in the “real” world? And what are the repercussions if the latter is true? How does that alter the stakes of the confrontation that’s about to erupt as Sharon Carter takes S.H.I.E.L.D. into battle against Hydra, not knowing that her beau is about to betray her and his every ally?

More importantly, what happens now that of one of the pillars of Marvel continuity seems to have been rewritten?

Originally introduced in the pages pages of “Tales of Suspense” in 1966, the Cosmic Cube was a MacGuffin created by Jack Kirby and Stan Lee to introduce the Super-Adaptoid, an android capable of absorbing and mimicking the powers of its adversaries. A product of the renegade scientists of A.I.M. the Cosmic Cube was capable of transforming wishes into reality, despite the consequences. As it turned out, the folks at A.I.M. hadn’t created something so much as they’d harnessed a cosmic energy as dozens of alien species had done before. It wasn’t the last cone, either; since then, various Cosmic Cubes have been used to trigger some of Marvel’s most fondly remembered storylines.

One of the most entertaining elements of Spencer’s Hydra Cap story has been his last page reversals. In the tradition of the best serial story telling, Spencer has been keeping readers guessing since that initial “Hail Hydra” in “Captain America: Steve Rogers” #1. Which leads us to wonder, while this latest twist obviously lays the ground work for “Secret Empire,” does it also set up the world beyond Marvel’s next event? Is it a setup for the return of long-dead heroes in the “Generations” event that will follow “Secret Empire?”

Marvel editor-in-chief, Axel Alonso, recently explained that “Generations” does not take place in an alternate reality, and is not a time-travel rewrite. “These stories do happen,” he said, “they really count.” If Kobik has in fact altered reality thus rewriting Marvel continuity, this may well play out in this series of one-shots that follows “Secret Empire.”

With the current clone Skull dead, and a retooled origin for the first human-created Cosmic Cube, will we see the return of the original World War II Red Skull, alongside a redeemed Steve Rogers (who is shown in his classic garb in Alex Ross’s “Generations” teaser image)? Will Kobik’s intervention result in some kind of “rebirth” within the Marvel Universe? It’s a lot to imagine, and we may well be looking down the wrong storytelling path, but that’s all right. After all, the best thing about Nick Spencer’s Captain America runs has been guessing how far he’ll take things — and then being pleasantly surprised when we’ve gotten it wrong.

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Rose Gold

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Kobik is kinda a warning in herself but just fluff.

Word Count: 2000ish

Square Filled: Teacher AU for @marvelfluffbingo

A/N: This is written for @carryonmyswansong challenge and my prompt was You are my child’s teacher trope.

Betaed by: the amazing @sebs-potato - thank you so much for your help Ida!

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Bucky had been more than a little worried about taking Kobik to school the first time six months ago, but out of all the scenarios he had pictured in his head, he had never once seen this coming. The worst thing of all was that Sam Wilson of course had to witness his misfortune.

Kobik loved her new school and it had been great for her. Even if there had been a few incidents like floating chairs (with kids still sitting on them) and a swimming pool suddenly appearing in the hallway, she was doing great.

Her teacher was beyond amazing. Each time Bucky had been summoned to her school over one of the said incidents, she had been smiling and laughing. She saw Kobik like a kid. A special kid, but not a danger or nuisance. If the other kids tried to make Kobik use her powers Y/N was always quick to step in and explain why they couldn’t ask that of her. She was firm but gentle and kind hearted. She was just the teacher that Kobik needed, but more than that, Bucky was absolutely smitten with her.

Of course Sam had picked up on that a few months in when he and Steve had come with Bucky to collect his six year old, superpowered trouble maker. Had it only been Sam’s teasing, then it would have been a hell of a lot easier, but of course Steve and Kobik had overheard the birdbrain. The two of them didn’t tease, they offered advice. Much to Bucky’s frustration neither of them were very helpful.

“Have you tried to talk to her?” Steve asked as the three men and little girl headed for the park. It was a cool autumn day, but the sun was shining and the leaves made the world glow in a million colors. Normally Bucky would love a day like this, but at the moment, given the misery his two so called friends were putting him through, he hoped it would start pouring . At least that he give him an excuse to flee back to the Tower to hide in apartment he shared with Kobik.

“He barely talk to us Steve,” Sam smirked, “I’m not sure he can form coherent sentences in front of a woman.”

Bucky glared at Sam, but before he could say anything the little girl came to his defense.

“He can too. He talk to her all the time. Why don’t you ask her out Buckaroo?” Kobik looked up at him with big hopeful eyes and Bucky’s heart sank. She liked Y/N, he knew that. The kid deserved a family and Bucky wasn’t sure he could ever give her that. Kobik didn’t see him the way everyone else did. She didn’t judge him for his past and even if Y/N didn’t appear to either, there was a huge difference between teaching an ex brainwashed assassins’ kid and going out with one. Even if she did say yes, Bucky came with a shitton of bagage and Y/N deserved better than that.

“It’s not that simple, kiddo,” Bucky sighed, giving his adopted daughter a small sad smile, causing her to frown.

“I still think you should ask her out.” Steve gave Bucky’s shoulder a friendly slap and to Bucky’s surprise Sam nodded.

“It couldn’t hurt to ask. It might be awkward for a few days if she says no, but she seems cool. It’ll be fine. And hey, she might be crazy enough to say yes.” Sam couldn’t help but tease a little even if Bucky could see he was being sincere. Sam and Bucky might be torturing each other every chance they got, but underneath the foolishness they respected and cared for each other. Bucky had no doubt in his mind Sam wanted what was best for him, just like Steve did.

“I could just change things a little so she is already my mommy,” Kobik offered, causing Bucky to stop in his tracks and blink. It wasn’t the first time Kobik had offered to change reality for him and he suspected it wouldn’t be the last. That wasn’t what threw him, it was her choice of words. If Kobik wanted him to ask Y/N out because she wanted her to be her mom, then the little girl viewed Bucky as her dad.

He saw Kobik as his kid, of course he did, but she never called him anything but Bucky or some variation thereof. She had never once referred to him as Dad or Daddy, so naturally her words threw Bucky a little. It wasn’t until she spoke again, looking up at him with those big innocent eyes of hers, that he managed to collect himself.

“Do you want that, Bucko? I can do it right now,” she offered again.

“Kobik.” Bucky knelt down in front of her so he was eye level with the little girl. “We talked about this remember?”

“Right. Sorry.” She hung her head a little and Bucky quickly pulled her against him for a hug. He buried his face in her neck to hide the tears that had threatened to spill with her previous words and smiled as he felt her small arms close around his neck.

“I didn’t mean to make you sad, Buckaroo,” she whispered and Bucky gave her a small squeeze before drawing back to look at her. He gave one of her pigtails a gentle tug as he smiled.

“You didn’t. I’m very proud of you,” Bucky assured her causing Kobik to beam with happiness.

Bucky wasn’t sure what had happened between then and now other than a few months had past. There had been a few pitiful attempts of asking Y/N out, but everytime he had chickened out last minute. He could have sworn the last time he had seen disappointment in her eyes, but Bucky wasn’t sure that wasn’t just wishful thinking.

Right now he wished he had grown a pair, because that would probably have spared him of the humiliation of this moment. He wasn’t sure exactly the reason for his misfortune, but he was sure who the culprit was. Bucky also knew her well enough to know she would only use her powers on him to make him happy. So whatever the entire reason was for Kobik’s little power display Bucky wasn’t convinced it didn’t have something to do with Y/N. Bucky groaned walking through the main area as Sam was on the floor laughing his ass off, while Steve and Clint stared at him slack jawed.

Bucky didn’t say a word, he just groaned much like an angry bear as he passed Sam on his way out of the Tower. He pulled on a jacket to cover up his now pink arm as he rushed towards Kobik’s school, where he was of course greeted by a very happy little girl.

Bucky picked up Kobik as she ran to him and let her hug him tight. He closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy the embrace, like always he was reminded there was no need to be angry with her. No matter how unfortunate her little power displays were at times, she never once used her powers to hurt anyone. She only used them when she thought it would make other people happy, or when she got excited about something causing her to literally float on air.

“Kobik.” Bucky tried to sound stern with her after he let her back on her feet. He knelt down in front of the little girl as he took of his jacket, his arm showing as he was only wearing a t-shirt underneath. “What’s this?”

“Oh my…” Y/N’s voice sounded behind Bucky before Kobik had a chance to answer and he quickly turned his head to see her biting her lip, averting her eyes from his as she shifted on her feet.

“I’m so sorry. She was asking me a bunch of questions earlier. I didn’t see any harm in answering,” she rambled, causing Bucky to frown as he fought to catch up.

“Her favorite jewelry is rose gold,” Kobik said proudly, making Bucky’s eyes widen as Y/N giggled, kneeling down next to him in front of Kobik.

“Bucky is not a necklace, sweetie.” She bit her lip, trying to hold in her laughter as Bucky lost his fight. He laughed, tugging Kobik’s pigtail, before growing serious.

“Kobik. We talked about this remember? What can’t we do?” he asked, and the little girls smile fell as she looked to the ground.

“Use our powers on others,” she answered, making Bucky smile a little.

“Especially?” he pushed, and a small pout appeared on her face.

“Especially not when they don’t know I am doing it. I’m sorry, Bucko. I just thought since you’ve been trying to ask miss Y/N out that if your arm was her favorite color she might ask you instead since…” she rambled, before Bucky managed to shush her.

His cheeks were almost the same color as his arm now, and he didn’t dare look over at Y/N next to him. He should have just waited to talk to Kobik until she got home, he scolded himself.

“I’ll turn it back,” she promised and within a second his arm was back to it’s normal black and gold color.

“I’m sorry.” Kobik threw her arms around Bucky’s neck, and he hugged her on instinct. “Please don’t be mad at me, Buckaroo.”

“I’m not, Kobik. It’s okay. Just try and remember okay?” Bucky said softly as he ran a hand up and down her back soothingly.

“I will,” she promised as she pulled back, “can I go play with the others now?”

Bucky nodded, and got up as she ran away. He shifted awkwardly on his feet, painfully aware of Y/N’s presence next to him. She had heard everything and he had no idea what to say to her now. Should he apologize? Or try and ask her out again? Or maybe pretend as if nothing had happened?

“Bucky.” Her voice was soft and Bucky felt a jolt of electricity through his body as she laid her hand on his arm. “Please look at me.”

He turned around to face her, but it took him a few moments to gather to the courage to look into her eyes. He felt as if the wind was knocked from his lungs when he did. Her eyes were shining brightly as she smiled at him and Bucky swore in his long life he had never seen anything or anymore more beautiful than her.

“Yes,” she said causing Bucky to blink, wondering if he had said something without even realizing.

“Sorry?” he asked, and he wanted to kick himself with how stupid he sounded. Y/N didn’t seem to mind though. She just laughed, biting her lip, making Bucky want to lean in and kiss her.

“I figured since you had trouble asking, according to that daughter of yours, I’d spare you having to keep trying.” She smiled and Bucky swore his heart stopped for a second.

“So yes. I’ll go out with you,” she giggled, giving his right arm a small squeeze.

“Yeah. I’d love that,” Bucky managed to stammer, before squeezing his eyes shut, scolding himself as she laughed.

“You’re doing better than you think.” She smiled reassuringly when Bucky reopened his eyes. “How does Friday sound?”

“Perfect. It sounds perfect,” Bucky muttered, trying to prevent himself from doing a small happy dance as she started to back away.

“I better get back to the kids. My phone number is on Bik’s call sheet,” she reminded him with a radiant smile.

“I’ll call you,” Bucky called after her, as she turned around making her spin back towards him sending him a wink.

“I’ll look forward to it, Bucky,” she insisted before disappearing into one of the classrooms and Bucky was finally free to pump his fist in the air as he turned around heading back home. A pink arm was sure as hell worth this outcome, even if Sam had seen it. Bucky owed Kobik the biggest ice cream on Manhattan he decided, and she was going to get it when he picked her this afternoon.

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Small Gods: Spring Thaw - 16

Spring Thaw: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 1931

Warnings: smut (MF, oral sex, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: Bucky Barnes hates winter. He always looks for the first signs of the ice thawing and new life growing. When that desire for the end of winter brings to him the god of the spring thaw, he discovers a brand new reason to get through winter.

Chapter 16

The wedding reception had been the most fun Bucky could remember having since before leaving for war. Maybe ever. He’d booked the convention room at a hotel with views of the falls, and spent a long time working with them so that not only was it all vegan options, they were all bright and colorful and using ingredients that you wouldn’t normally see. There was a salad of mint, peaches, and cucumber, or an Italian wedding soup to start, along with platters of colorful dips paired with warm bread, baby carrots, and crackers. For the entrees, there was a choice between wild mushroom risotto or ratatouille. When dessert came along slices of the wedding cake were served with house-made gelato and fresh fruit. Each glass of champagne was served with a hibiscus flower inside that bloomed when the fizzing liquid touched it.

You had been delighted by every dish and he made sure both you and he always had different courses so that you could try everything. Sam and Steve had both made speeches and the two of you had danced your first dance and it had been like the rest of the guests didn’t exist, it was just the two of you, eyes locked as you spun around the dance floor.

He had danced with Kobik and you had danced with both Steve and a surprisingly unreluctant RJ.

Bucky’s smile stayed in place from the moment he’d seen you coming down the aisle right through the ceremony and reception.

Even now as the two of you practically fell into the bridal suite, kissing with a desperate need that only the high of the night could have given you, he was still smiling.

You kicked the door closed and he lifted you, spinning you around, so your skirts billowed out around you. You laughed in delight and when he put you back on the ground.

“Help me get this off,” you said, taking his hands and pushing them up your back.

“Mmm… I don’t know about that,” he said, guiding you back to the bed. When your legs hit the back of it you sat heavily on the mattress and Bucky dropped to his knees in front of you. He lifted your skirts and ducked his head under the layers, disappearing under it. You started laughing, but the sound was muffled under the piles of fabric. He’d already known you were wearing stockings with a garter because he’d taken off the bridal garter to throw at the end of the wedding. Still, this sight of the line of the stocking and the suspenders pressed against your skin and drew his attention up to the white lace of your panties, made his dick twitch and start to harden.

He kissed the insides of your thighs, sucking on your skin hard enough to bruise. You moaned and lay back on the bed, putting your feet on his shoulders so your heels dug into them. The heel on his left clicked against the vibranium and slipped slightly, making him hiss when it hit flesh.

“Sorry, sorry, Bucky,” you said quickly, sitting up.

He laughed. “It’s okay,” he said, leaning back and grabbing your ankles. “I’ve had worse.” He kissed the inside of your left ankle and slid your shoe off, before doing the same to your right and then placed your feet back on his shoulders and ducked back between your legs.

He kissed at the apex of your thigh as he moved your panties to the side. You lay back again and lifted your hips like you were offering yourself to him, begging him for more. He was only more happy to oblige. He sucked on your folds using his lips to ruffle your labia and his tongue to lap over every crevice. As he tasted as much of you as he could, your arousal grew and began to drip from you, coating his tongue and filling his mouth.

You began to moan and you rolled your hips against his face as if you were trying to increase the friction. He ran his hand up the inside of your thigh and teased his fingers over your entrance. You pushed down on him and whimpered. “Please, Bucky.”

Bucky sunk his middle finger into your cunt and pumped it in and out as he focused his tongue on your clit. He painted random patterns on the little bundle of nerves. Sometimes small and tight, sometimes large and sweeping. He could feel the twitch under his tongue when he got the pressure exactly right, and he’d repeat it again and again until you were moaning and bucking up under his mouth.

His finger sought out the spongy place inside you and he pressed hard against it, curling his digit like he was beckoning your orgasm from you. You became louder and the sounds you made became more primal and with a loud cry, your legs trembling at his ears, you came, your fluids running down his wrist in rivulets. He took his hand away and stood, his cock achingly hard in his pants.

“Now I’ll help you get your dress off,” he teased.

You laughed and stood up, still breathing heavily and he carefully unzipped your dress and helped you step out of it. He hung it for you and you retreated to the bathroom to take out your hair and wash off your makeup. As he waited for you he stripped down to his boxers and hung up his suit.

When you stepped out of the bathroom you were in your lingerie with your hair loose. He didn’t think he’d ever see you more beautiful than when you walked down the aisle today, but as you sauntered over to him, he realized he couldn’t have been more wrong.

You climbed up onto the bed and straddled his waist and he leaned up and kissed you. His tongue coaxed your lips apart and you tilted your head, deepening it. As you kissed you began to roll your hips, your pussy grinding down on his erection. He could feel the heat and wet through his boxers and his cock strained to meet you. He groaned but let you keep control, loving the feel of your weight on top of him.

His hands slid up your back and unhooked your bra, and as soon as you tossed it aside he broke the kiss and latched on to one of your breasts. You gasped and your hips jerked in his lap. “Fuck, yes, Bucky,” you hummed. “Just like that.”

As he suckled on one breast, making your nipple harden under his tongue you pushed his boxers down, and moving your panties to the side you sunk down onto his erection. He groaned as your cunt enveloped him, squeezing around his shaft - the wet heat sending a shiver up his spine.

He switched breasts and you began to roll your hips. He pulled his knees up, drawing you more tightly against him.

“Oh god, Bucky,” you moaned. “You feel so good.”

“You do too,” he groaned and brought his lips to yours again.

The two of you moved together like you were one. Each roll of your hips or thrust up into you brought you both closer and closer to the edge of your climaxes. You broke the kiss and rested your forehead against his. He’d never felt so connected to someone before and as he sought his release he also wanted to delay it as long as he could.

You began to move faster and you slid your hand between you both and began to rub your clit. You threw your head back and with a cry, you came. The clench and spasm of your cunt squeezed his cock and it was all he could take. He groaned and thrust up, releasing inside you.

The two of you collapsed back, and for a moment he stayed inside you as he softened. “Mmm…” you hummed, nuzzling against his neck. “That was amazing, husband.”

He smiled, liking the sound of that title on your tongue. “You are amazing, wife.”

You leaned in and kissed him and he finally withdrew from you as he pulled you closer. He had never really understood how people could say a wedding was the best day of their lives. He understood now. Even though this wouldn’t change anything - you were still going to disappear in a little over a month. He liked this role he had chosen and he was glad that even if it was for a short time each year, he was going to be spending the rest of his life with you.

The following morning the two of you ate in the restaurant with Sam, Steve, Sarah, Scott, Hope, Sharon, and the children. The wedding gifts were going home with Sharon, Steve would be leaving to go back to his life of anonymity, and Kobik and RJ would be spending the rest of what you and Bucky were deeming your honeymoon in Louisiana with Sam, Sarah, AJ, and Cass. In the future any kids Bucky had with him would be coming on these trips too, but this time it was about romance and the kids had been happy to have the little holiday.

After breakfast, everyone went down to the cars to say goodbye. Steve hugged Bucky tightly and patted his back. “I’m so happy for you. Not just for this but how far you’ve come since I last saw you. I’m really proud of you, Buck.”

“Thanks, pal,” Bucky said. “I’m happy for you too, you know?”

“I know,” he said and pulled back. “Don’t do anything stupid until I come back.”

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you,” Bucky responded automatically.

Bucky moved to Sam and Sarah. “Thank you for taking them,” he said, as he hugged each of his friends.

“Of course, but you know I expect the favor to be returned,” Sarah teased.

“Any time,” Bucky said. “Seriously. I’d love to take them for a few weeks if you want a break.”

He then moved to the kids. “You both be good, won’t you. I’ll be back soon enough and I expect neither of you to start a world war while I’m away.”

RJ started laughing. “I guess,” he joked, rolling his eyes.

“Have a nice holiday,” Kobik said. “Buy me a present!”

“Will do,” Bucky said.

Kobik hugged him and then went to hug you too. “See you soon!” she said.

“Oh, no, honey,” you said, picking the little girl up. “I disappear once all the flowers are here. My magic isn’t strong enough to keep me around. But I’ll be back when the winter is over next year.”

“No!” Kobik whined. “I wanna play dress-up and dollies with you and to plant a garden.”

“I would love that, Kobik,” you said. Bucky could hear the guilt in your tone. “But I’m sure Bucky will do all that with you.”

“No, no, no,” Kobik shouted, and her eyes began to glow. “My Buck-a-roo he loves you. You have to be here!”

“Kobik!” Bucky yelped, rushing to your side. “Stop that. I told you why she can’t stay. I said I was happy to wait!”

“It’s not fair!” Kobik wailed and there was a ripple in the air and a flash of light. She stopped complaining and her eyes returned to normal.

“Kobik,” Bucky said. “What did you do?”

“I fixed it,” Kobik said. “She can stay now.”

“Kobik?” Bucky asked as you carefully put the little girl down. “What do you mean, you fixed it?”

// NEXT

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Kobik - Chapter VIII

BuckyxReader

Fluff/Angst

Chapter plot: The aftermath of the explosion brings up questions of what comes next with you and Bucky's future with Kobik will be.

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“Are you sure you guys gonna be okay?”

It had been a few hours since you had gotten back home. Even though you protested Kobik using her powers so that she could conserve energy, she conjured up a small bed in your office for her to sleep in and was now thank goodness dead asleep.

After dealing with some organization called ‘SWORD’ that Bucky and Sam were reporting to on a video call, Bucky managed to convince them that he could handle the rest when it came to the aftermath of this ordeal. At least when it came to keeping Kobik until further notice. But he wasn’t stupid enough to think that they weren’t most likely keeping close eyes on you guys.

“You know you can stay the night here, Sam,” you insisted.

Bucky held a smirk on his face.

“He would, but Sam’s got a date in Louisiana in…18 hours?” Bucky dramatically checked his watch and winked at Sam.

“Okay, Cap,” you nodded impressed going in to give him a big hug goodbye.

“By the way,” he said after hugging you.

“I haven’t had a chance to say congratulations.”

Bucky smiled and wrapped an arm around you tightly.

“But the world is in trouble if this kid is anything like either one of you,” he shuddered pointing a finger at the both of you.

Bucky punched him on the arm.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Hopefully not too soon,” Sam quipped.

“And say goodbye to the little fireball for me when she wakes up. I’m going to miss her.”

A sudden wave of sadness hit you because of his words.

Missing her. Something that you dreaded thinking about. In the few days that you had gotten to know her, you came to love her. You wanted to protect her at all costs from anyone. But now, it seemed like one of her biggest threats was herself. How were you supposed to protect her from…her?

The only solution that you could think of is keeping her away from anything or anyone who could threaten her. Anything that could make her feel sad, angry, or unsafe. To shield her from the world. If she was in a warm, loving environment like Bucky said, she would be fine. She could live a normal life. She could live a life where maybe she’d feel content enough to grow, or stay the innocent little 4-year-old if she pleased. Maybe that environment could be with you…

Being stuck in your thoughts about this made you not even realize that Bucky had walked Sam outside, probably to talk in private about what came next.

What would come next?

“You need sleep,” Bucky sighed when he walked back into the apartment.

But you didn’t want to sleep. You wanted answers. And he knew that by the look in your eyes.

“Y/N, we can talk about this tomorrow.”

His eyes looked tired, but you at least needed his attention for a few more minutes.

“No, I want to know now,” you stated.

“Please, let’s just—”

“You don’t have to give me an hour-long discourse about it, but I just want to know what’s going to happen to her in the next few days. Is she going to be interrogated like a criminal? Put in a cell to be experimented on?”

He hesitated for a moment but sighed lightly placing a hand on your back walking you over to the couch.

“We’re not sure yet,” he said.

“But there’s no way that anything like that is going to happen. Do you really think that I would allow it?”

You shrugged. What if he just wouldn’t have a choice in the matter?

“Right now all we have to focus on is the fact that SWORD will be questioning Kobik at one of the New York branches tomorrow. I’ll be taking her. But I won’t leave her side.”

“I’m coming too,” you stated.

“Y/N they’ll never let you in. I barely have clearance to go in there myself.”

You gritted your teeth and flared your nostrils in protest, but couldn’t find a way to defy his logic.

“What do they even do anyway? Are they like a new SHIELD or something?”

Bucky paused to think about it, and then shook his head.

“They’re…They specialize more in for the lack of a better term ‘extraterrestrial anomalies’.”

“Okay, but she’s not an alien,” you argued.

He shot you that ‘you know damn well what I mean’ look.

“Anyway,” he continued.

“When they first approached me not long after I found out about her, I didn’t trust them at all. But after hearing them talk about their history good and bad, and maybe making both legal and illegal research on them I trust them…cautiously.”

You snorted. Classic Bucky. But you couldn’t lie, it was one of the big reasons why you loved and trusted him so much.

“I’ll make sure that she’s okay. And then I’ll bring her straight home.”

Home.

“Is this where she is now?” you asked hopefully.

“Home?”

He hesitated. And not in a good way.

“I don’t know,” he answered solemnly.

“Bucky, we love her. And I think she loves us. We could be good for her…She might be a good big sister…”

One side of his face curled into a soft but solemn smile. One that shifted into adoration the longer he looked at you.

He scooted closer to you and carefully placed his hand on your belly and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Our kid would be lucky to have her in their life,” he stated.

“But…”

“But?” you questioned.

He exhaled.

“You know that’s risky…Not just for the kid, but she is a risk to herself.”

You frowned.

“Y/N she needs help. We both know it. She needs the kind of help that we can’t give her by acting like she’s a normal child. She needs room to grow into her powers and figure out how not to end up in incidents like…Like tonight.”

Again, you wanted to protest. You wanted to find a good counterargument. But a wave of exhaustion swept over you, and you just couldn’t.

“Come on,” Bucky whispered and picked you up taking you to bed like a child. This you didn’t protest to. Being in his arms after having the day that you had was so comfortable. Even if one of his arms was made of vibranium. You didn’t even make it to bed before falling asleep.

…

Before Bucky and Kobik walked through the door you had a stack of grilled cheese sandwiches set up on the counter. It was one of Kobik’s favorite things to eat for lunch.

“Y/N!” she exclaimed running over to you to give you the biggest hug.

You hadn’t seen her since the previous night when she was exhausted and in distress. And although they had left at almost noon, you were still heavily asleep by the time they left.

“Guess what I made?”

She looked up at the counter and beamed.

“Can I have one?”

You gave her a sarcastic frown and stuck your nose in the air like a snooty queen.

“No. They’re only for me. You can just watch me eat them.”

She giggled. It felt so good to hear her laugh like that again. And you were glad that she didn’t seem completely traumatized from having to rehash all of the events from last night. Or rather even just the past week.

You grabbed a plate and handed one to her and told her to sit on the couch and watch tv. She happily complied which left time for you and Bucky to talk about what was going on.

Bucky walked up to you and kissed you on your forehead.

“Glad to see you up.”

“Glad to see the both of you back.”

The sound of the Sponge-Bob theme song blasted in the living room. She really loved that show.

“I see you haven’t given her up yet,” you remarked crossing your arms.

He looked at you guiltily. So you placed a hand on his arm to let him know that it was okay.

Over the next ten minutes, Bucky explained to you how they had taken over the problem with whoever was trying to kidnap Kobik. Unfortunately, the situation was too big and too dire for them to have clearance to disclose what it was and why they wanted and needed Kobik. But it was safe to say that for now, she was safe.

“What about the parking lot?” you asked.

“I mean she fixed the apartment back to how it was, she could—”

Bucky shook his head.

“That would raise way too many questions. Ones we don’t want the world to have even more questions about. We just have to leave it be. Trust me…Kobik wasn’t thrilled about those orders from SWORD.”

You smiled.

“But…umm…”

You knew that you weren’t going to like what was going to come next.

He leads you to your room and sat you down on the bed.

“She really isn’t staying with us is she,” you sighed.

You took in a deep breath and tried not to cry. So this was really happening.

“There’s um…There’s a couple. They’re scientists that specialize and are top in their field in cosmic energy. And they’re really interested in her case.”

“As for what?” you questioned.

“A little lab rat? To live the same kind of life that she did in a lab like the one in Europe to study her?”

“She was happy there, Y/N. And they never treated her like a lab rat.”

“And she can be happy here, James,” you argued.

“Despite your argument about whether her old home wasn’t good enough, this is going to be different,” he reassured.

“How so?”

He took your hand in his.

“They’re a couple. They’ve wanted a child for a long time but it just never happened for them. When they heard about Kobik and saw her they were thrilled at the prospect of being able to keep her with them. They can help her the way that we can’t. But they can also give her the stability that we could.”

A pang of jealousy hit you. You wanted to be that for her. You wanted to be everything that they could be. But you weren’t. And you hated facing that.

“So you spoke to them?” you choked.

“How do you know that they can be trusted?”

Bucky used his hand to wipe away the stray tear that fell down your cheek.

“I met them.”

He smiled that specific smile that always reassured you that things were going to be okay.

“They’re lovely, Y/N. I think you’d really like them. In fact, Kobik is going to meet them tomorrow. And they want you to come.”

Good because you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“The best part is that they only live an hour away. She can come to see us whenever she wants.”

You lit up and nearly burst into tears.

“Really?”

He nodded.

“See? She can still be a big sister…But like a sister permanently away at boarding school.”

You rolled your eyes. But you were so relieved that she wasn’t going to be far.

“She’s going to be okay. We’re all going to be okay.”

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” Kobik asked walking into the room.

Your heart felt warm again at the sight of her innocent features. No longer in terrible distress, but just like an innocent little girl again. And you realized that maybe she might have felt that way because she had hope. Hope that she wouldn’t be the cause of another disaster like the parking lot, or even worse.

“Hey Kobi,” you chimed.

“New nickname?” Bucky asked.

You shrugged.

Kobik jumped up on the bed and sat against you laying her head on your shoulder.

“Kobik, do you know where we’re going tomorrow?”

She turned to you looking a little sad. But nodded.

“Am I leaving you already?” she pouted.

Bucky shook his head.

“They want to get things ready for you first,” he stated.

“Tomorrow we’re just going to meet them. You can see how you like them. And I think you will.”

“They’re going to help me with my powers, right?”

There was a hopeful look in her eyes. This told you everything that you needed to know. She really did need help. And she wanted it.

You put your arm around her and gave her a comforting squeeze.

“Yeah, kiddo,” you said.

“But you know what? We’re going to be right here for you. And you can visit us any time you’d like.”

She smiled and leaned in to snuggle.

“She’s lucky to have you,” she sighed.

You frowned.

She?

“Who?”

“Her,” she said matter matter-of-factly and then pointed at your flat belly.

You paused and turned to Bucky who carried the same confused expression as you.

“Uh…Wait did she say?” he asked.

“How do you know that?” you questioned.

She shrugged.

“I felt her.”

You thought about when Kobik touched you and relived or rather felt your memories, including your emotions. But you didn’t think that she could feel your baby. Or if she even knew about it…Her…

“Well, Kobi,” you said softly, and still in complete shock.

“She’s gonna need a big sister. One that can come visit her every once in a while. You think you’re up for the job?”

She nodded happily.

“I can’t believe in 6 months I’ll be a big sister.”

Bucky’s eyes widened.

“I’m sorry…What?” he choked.

He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Six months? That means—”

You gave him a guilty look. How could you not have noticed for all of this time?

You and Bucky just stared at each other some more before Kobik poked you.

“Are you guys gonna be okay?” she asked.

“And can I have another grilled cheese on the counter?”

You would laugh if this wasn’t one of the most surreal and yet happiest moments in your life. But you still were at a loss for words.

Bucky intervened before you could answer.

“How about you both get food, and I’ll call your doctor since apparently, you have an aversion to it.”

You narrowed your eyes stuck your tongue at him and followed Kobik.

“Deal.”

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