#sam wilson imagine
Warning: language, major character death, violence, angst
Word count: 3.4k
Summary: Soulmate AU where the last words you will ever hear from your soulmate is written on your wrist so you won't know it's them until you've lost them.
Staring at the words on your wrist, you held back another sigh, tracing the black ink with your finger, dread and sadness washing over you. You shuddered at the words, unable to rid of the lump in your throat.
Born with the words on your wrist, no one knew when they would meet their soulmates, unknown to who your other half was until they died. It was cruel, knowing the last thing they'll say to you would cause you immense pain. Horror stories stemmed from the agonies of other's pain, movies made out of the tales that would become famous.
Some, those who were protective of their hearts, buried themselves away from others, but fate always led them to their soulmate. No matter how short the time would be stretching from the duration of your life to a single second before you'd lose them. The best outcome to happen was when two lovers let go, and spend their lives together, to die at when they were to, finding out they had spent their lives with their one and only. That possibility was becoming more and more realistic with modern technology and wishful thinking.
Yet, there was some tragedies. The unfortunate ones would have their sentences written on their wrist, knowing they'd only know their soulmate for a short time, or not at all. “It's nice to meet you.” "What's your name?" "Can I get your number?" "Sounds like a date." Not knowing them at all was, to most, was worse than to know them at all.
A few rare situations when your soulmate would die young. Parents told horror stories, reading the words off their kid's wrist. "We're playing dodgeball in gym!" "I didn't do my math homework." "You can come to my birthday party. I'm turning seven next week!"
Then there were the most terrifying stories. They were the ones turned into thrillers, a real life story turned into a disrespectful horror movie. They'd lose each other, aware there was nothing they could do. "I thought you locked the door." "I don't think we're alone." "Behind you!" "Someone's in the house."
Thankful none of the situations applied to you, you still couldn't get the words branded in your wrist out of your head. It lingered, whispering the last words before your heart would be torn, only healed when death came for you. Some looked on the positive side, knowing meeting their soulmate was inevitable.
Natasha broke you out of your reverie as she tackled you down on the mat, leaving you breathless at the sudden attack, confused to how you've become acquaintances with the ground. You spit your hair out, grimacing in disgust as a few strays stuck to your lips. With your hands tied behind your back, and crushed against the former assassin's body, you turned your attention on her smug smile, glaring daggers.
"Okay, get off before Tony pictures us scissoring again." you grunted, too tired to push her off of you. Natasha laughed, letting your wrists go as she shifted her weight off of you, sitting next to you on the thick mat. You rolled onto your back, closing your eyes in exhaustion. "That was unnecessary, Nat."
Spending the day at the gym with Natasha seemed like a good idea after being beaten by Clint the day before. You knew you were getting rusty, without all the life threatening missions and people to save, your skills wasn't needed. Besides, you loved yourself too much for Steve to convince you to join him on his suicide runs. He woke up before the sun rose, and it only took a few runs to realize that even you couldn't keep up with his fast pace. ("Although, I would love to see his fast pace in the bedroom. Ow, Sam!")
After tying the score—despite the lack of training, you and Natasha still tied when it came to hand to hand combat—you had sat down on the bench, which was now sweaty, and sulked, sighing over the words written on your wrist.
Natasha rolled her eyes, leaning on her elbows as she eyed your expression, eyes narrowing when you didn't return her smile. "What's with the sad face? Are you thinking about your soulmate mark again?"
"You know I only allow myself to think about it once every other month." you replied. Natasha made a noise in respond but you ignored it. "Shut up, I know I'm pathetic. No need to voice your opinions."
"You're not pathetic, just compassionate." she whispered, her eyes sparkling with remembrance. Natasha had lost her soulmate on a mission a few years before the Avengers were formed, but it didn't stop her from living her life. You hoped you could follow her path when the horrid time came. "Out of curiosity, if you had to guess, do you think you've met your soulmate by now?"
You've given it much thought, coming up with a good theory that even Tony Stark would be impressed by. Of course, you didn't share it with anyone, giving Nat the simplified version of it. "With the amount of people I've met, I like to think so."
The playful smirk returned to her lips, a wiggle of her eyebrows as she digested your words. "And do you think a certain blond, big-hearted, super soldier might be it?"
You reached for the nearest water bottle, throwing it at her only to have it hit the wall behind her as she dodged it. Natasha laughed, putting distance between you, sensing an attack. You scowled at her but it lacked real annoyance. "Oh my, God. I have, like, the smallest crush on him and you're already planning our children's proms."
"I'm thinking: under the sea." Natasha joked, grinning when the corner of your lips curled up. The both of you burst out laughing, thinking about Natasha in a ridiculous kid-friendly dress as she chaperoned yours and Steve's future offsprings.
As if summoned, Steve chose that moment to enter the training room, freezing in his tracks when he saw you and Natasha cackling. His expression made Natasha double back into another round of laughter while yours subsided in giggles. Steve cleared his throat, looking down as a slight blush decorated his face.
He murmured your name, walking up towards you, his blue eyes eyeing the ground with too much interest. "Did you hear about the party Tony is making all of us go to?"
Natasha stopped laughing immediately, jaw clenching at Tony's betrayal. They had a truce where Natasha would stop hacking into his system to play Spice Girls—with the help of Bruce, of course—and Tony was to stop throwing parties every month. It's been three months since the last party, the one where Natasha has almost killed the billionaire. Tony couldn't hold off any longer. She stood. "I'm going to kill him."
Before either of you could get a word in, Natasha was already out the door, her stance deadly as Tony Stark awaited his death. The door slammed close behind her as Steve sat down beside you on the mat, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
You admired his ruffled hair, blond strands hanging down on his forehead. You had mentioned to him that he looked sexier with his long hair, and it seemed like he was following your advice. Dressed in a simple black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, Steve Rogers was every girl's waking fantasy. It truly was unfair how good he could look in sweats.
"Hey." you greeted, smiling sweetly at him. Being happy around Steve was as easy as giving Pepper Potts presents. He returned the smile, grinning from ear to ear as he looked away, his cheeks reddening even more. "What can I do for you, Stevie?"
"Thor wanted to have some kind of Asgardian contest that may or may not level the top floor. I thought you might want to do something else, have a peaceful night instead of risking our lives to one of Thor's games?" he asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Not letting excitement cloud your senses, you grew cautious, eyes narrowing as you looked around the room, trying to search for a hidden camera that would allow Tony to get you back from ruining his thousand-dollar crocs. Steve Rogers was not asking you out in no way.
Steve saw your expression, quickly backing off. "Only if you want to. I'm sure you missed Thor and all. It's okay, I can suffer a few third degree burns—"
"No!" you shouted, making Steve flinch at the suddenness. You cleared your throat, cheeks heating up. "Uh, I mean, yeah. I wouldn't mind missing the party. Where did you plan on going?"
Slightly surprised, a smile crept on his lips. He ran a hand across his face to hide the cheeky grin. "Wherever you want to go."
You threw him a smile, unhealthily giddy. If Clint were here to comment, he'd compare you to a happy school girl with a massive crush. "Oh. Okay."
A voice interrupted the short silence, scaring both you and Steve. You suspected the AI, Friday, had been invested in your conversation. "If I may make a suggestion, I advise you both to leave sometime in the next hour before Mr. Stark ropes you in. I'm inclined to think Mr. Stark won't be above blackmail."
"Thank you, Friday." you murmured. The AI said it's goodbye, far too amused for your liking.
Steve got up, offering his hand for you. Both of you were smiling like idiots, cheeks hurting from the too-big smiles that adorned your faces. You had a suspicion you somewhat embodied a clown. The super-solider kept his hand wrapped around yours. "Would you like to leave at this moment, or get changed?"
You shook your head, liking the warmth of his touch. "I'm good. Let's leave."
Steve Rogers was a gentleman, that was confirmed by his acts and the influence of being raised right. Despite that fact, he was a savage in the bedroom. Or half the time, out of the bedroom. You had been surprised, yet pleased, when you fell into his bed halfway through the second unofficial date. After that night, Steve finally built the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend—a term he found silly but otherwise a happy milestone.
After years of being friends, Steve was ready to begin the rest of your lives together. No one was surprised, besides you, that he had proposed three months after the first official date. Being head over heels, you excitedly agreed, only to blanch when Tony started a petition to let him plan the wedding with you. Pepper had stopped him.
No one knew what happened the night of Thor's and Tony's party. Though, Steve made a smart choice to ditch it when you both found a floor of the tower littered with blackened metals and slightly burnt walls. The team wouldn't speak of the incident, not that neither you or Steve cared. You had both been too jubilant to interrogate them.
The wedding day came. Steve had been stopped by Thor, failing to sneak into the room you were in. No matter how strong he was, Thor wouldn't allow any bad luck to happen especially after you had lied to him about naming your firstborn after him. Steve tried, and failed, to tell him you weren't going to name his son after the God of Thunder. Bucky was too busy arguing with Sam about the flower decoration to help out Thor.
Dressed in the lavender bridesmaid dress, Natasha burst into the room, a smile adorning her face. She had thanked you multiple times for not dressing her in those ugly dresses she had seen on Pinterest. "You getting cold feet yet?"
"Mine are toasty warm." you mumbled, hands trembling at the thought of declaring your love in front of a crowd. You wondered if it was too late to get ear plugs so no one would hear all the gooey, cheesy vows you would utter to Steve.
"Very convincing." Natasha teased, taking a shot of the wine laid out on the table. Placing the flute down, she eyed the door, prepared to attack Steve if he managed to get away from Thor. "Alright, what're you worried about?"
You bit your lip, messing up the fresh layer of lip gloss Pepper had put on. Glancing out the window, you saw the crowd settling down in there chairs. The anxiety built up inside you. "Um, falling down the aisle. Accidentally saying the wrong name. Messing up in my vows. Dying of embarrassment."
"You'll be great, I promise. No one's going to die. You won't trip because Tony wouldn't let you. You won't say the wrong name because Steve's is practically implanted in your brain and you'll be too busy staring into his ocean blue eyes that you won't mess up. Now, are you still worried?" she asked, laughing when you managed to trip over your wedding dress.
"If anything, Tony's going to purposely trip me." you muttered, tempted to take a swig of some liquid courage, but the fetus in you held you back. The ceremony would start soon, and being too nervous, you hadn't eaten any breakfast. It was probably a good thing considering the nausea you were feeling. Why call it morning sickness when it didn't happen in the morning?
"You're being paranoid, everything will be great." she sighed, turning to the window, staring directly at the green hybrid. The Bruce and Natasha thing was unsurprising but kind of weird, especially with the whole sex thing. You had gagged at the thought of Bruce trying to fit inside of Natasha, and stopped altogether. "I'll be right back, I gotta do something."
She left the room before you could address her, groaning when she left a tiny crack in the door. Natasha knew how much it annoyed you when people left the door open when you originally had it closed. Heaving a sigh, you went to close the door, only to be met by a small force. Steve stuck his head through opening, his worried frown turning into a dazzling grin as he spotted you.
Without a word, he took you in his arms, his hand cupping your cheek as he pressed a quick kiss on your lips. You smiled into the kiss, closing the door behind him as your arms wrapped around his neck.
You pulled away, wiping the lip gloss smeared across his lips. Steve did the same, smirking at his handy work. "Hello, Mrs. Rogers. How do you feel?"
"Like I want to tangle myself around you in every way possible." you whispered, pressing another kiss to his lips. Steve chuckled, his thumb drawing small circles on your back. "How about you, Husband?"
"I've been waiting for this day for a very long time. You can't imagine how jovial I am." said Steve. He gave your nose a quick peck, and you giggled. "I know it's suppose to be bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony but I couldn't bear it."
Giggling, you pulled him closer, your lips meeting his neck as you sucked softly at the sensitive skin. "Hmm, I can't wait until I'm officially yours. Do you think we have time for a quickie? It'd really help with my wedding nerves."
Steve laughed, but the sound came out a little breathless. Even with the thickness of the wedding gown, you could feel him on your hip, smirking when he shifted. "While that's a very tempting offer, both Natasha and Pepper would kill me for ripping apart this beautiful dress."
"But Steve—" your whine was cut off by Natasha pulling Steve out of your arms.
The redhead glared at him, pushing him towards the opened door. "You, out, now."
"I'll see you—" Steve began to say, only to be cut off when the door slammed in his face. Natasha turned to turn her death stare on you.
"Look at your makeup. I can't believe he snuck in here with Thor on his ass." Natasha complained, pushing you towards the vanity, quickly applying the tube of lip gloss on your lips. You blinked back the tears as she practically poke your eye with the mascara wand, trying to fix Steve's touch on your slightly smeared mascara. "You look like you're going to puke."
You shook your head, taking a deep breath. "I'm good. Where's Tony?"
"Right here." he answered, entering with a velvet box in his hand. The billionaire set it down on the vanity before eyeing your stance. "Wow, you look ..."
"Like I'm gonna throw up all over Steve's suit?" you finished, panic rising.
"I was going to say gorgeous but now that you mention it, you do look a little green." he teased, earning himself a nudge from Natasha. Tony rubbed his ribs. "If you want to ditch, I have the car running in case you want to make a quick getaway."
You rolled your eyes, wishing you hadn't let him talk you into such a big wedding. All you wished at the moment was to take Steve with you and elope. "Thanks for the offer but I'm good. Let's get this over with."
"And here I thought you weren't romantic." Tony joked, handing you the bouquet of flowers.
Natasha checked her watch, the music audible. Morgan, the flower girl was already walking down the aisle along with Pepper's nephew on her heels. The former assassin opened the door, grinning. "Wait a few seconds before you follow me."
And with that, she walked down the short hall before stepping outside, the aisle was cleared by flowers adorning the sides. Weeping willow branches hung down from the huge tree, creating an illusion of fantasy, the little arch at the end of the aisle was created of leaves and even more colorful flowers. You were surprised no one was sneezing with the amount of pollen.
You took Tony's arm, taking another deep breath. Looking at him, you swore he was a bit proud. He smiled at you. "I hope you know I take full credit for the union of your two souls."
Ignoring his mini jab, you raised an eyebrow. "And how so?"
"There was never a party." he informed, grinning cheekily. He pulled you towards the opened door, walking down the hall. "I made it all up so Rogers would get the balls to finally ask you out."
"Then what the hell happened to the tower?" you asked, confused. People were beginning to stand but your curiosity became more important than your nerves.
Tony winked. "That's for me to know, and for you to dot dot dot."
"God, you're such a nerd." you mumbled, turning your attention ahead as your feet hit the white carpet that moonlighted as the aisle. The nerves began to bubble, and you gripped his arm tighter in fear of falling face first.
The ceremony was a blur, Steve just as nervous as you had been, becoming more and more braver as he spoke his vows. By the end of it, you could barely see him through the tears brimming your eyes. If it wasn't for the waterproof makeup, you were sure you would've cried your face off.
You had just finished your vows when the priest had asked if you would gladly wed the man in front of you for the rest of forever. You whispered a soft "I do."
The priest turned to Steve, the super-soldier happy beyond belief. He asked him the previous question he had asked you. Yet, Steve, being eager, had almost cut him off near the end.
His eyes bored into yours, filled with love and warmth. "I do."
Then everything turned black.
You awoke in the Medbay, needles puncturing your arm, a tube tied to your nose. Every single inch of your skin hurt, your eyelids heavy as you opened your eyes, only to close them once again when the bright fluorescents shone. You felt someone squeeze your hand, a finger brushing along your wrist.
Turning your head, you glance at the person, finding out it was Tony. While he was relieved you were awake, something in his eyes made you believe he wished he had more time to prepare you for the worst. At the moment he uttered those words, you wished your ears had been damaged in whatever hell Hydra had dropped on your wedding.
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Pairing: Gray!Sam Wilson x Black Reader (18+)
Summary: You're tired of Sam's indifference towards you, so you decide to leave.
Warnings: emotional indifference/manipulation, implied forced pregnancy, angst
Word Count: > 1,000
A/N: This fic is based on Sam from @angrythingstarlight 's fic Trust Me, Honey yall should read it if you haven't and tell Star how wonderful she is!!!
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You sat across from Sam and watched as the frown on his face deepens. You'd spent all day cooking and cleaning. Making sure everything was perfect for him when he got home. All you wanted was for him to react somehow. To show that he cared.
But you got nothing.
Sam pushed his plate away before he stood and grumbled something about not going to be home for a couple of days.
You were crushed, but you wouldn't let him see it. Part of you knew this was going to happen, but you just had to try.
Sam wasn't always this indifferent towards you. When you initially met, he was all smiles and light touches. He made you feel wanted, something you'd never experienced before. Before you knew it, he had you hooked.
Initially, you didn't notice the change in his behavior. Be began spending more time away from home, away from you. His once lively conversations slowly dwindled to unintelligible grunts or complete silence.
He rarely touched you anymore. No kiss on the top of your head or hand at the small of your back. Nothing.
When he did touch you, he was harsh. He used your body to get himself off without a care for you or how you felt. You knew he cared nothing for how you truly felt, and it made you feel awful, and you wanted out.
You couldn't imagine Sam caring that you left, he'd demonstrated no interest in you for years. You often wondered why you stayed so long, why you allowed him to treat you this way. The only thing you could come up with was how he made you feel when you first met.
Sam was like a drug and you were chasing that first high. You wanted to feel like you did when you first got together. Like you mattered to him. But since he clearly didn't desire you any longer, you weren't going to stick around any longer.
You waited a few hours before you started packing knowing that Sam could double back any time and you didn't want to take any chances. You wanted this to be an easy break from him.
When you had finally packed your last item, you took one last look around Sam's home and walked out.
You were glad that it was dark out; it made it easier for you to hide from oncoming cars as you made your way down the road. You doubted that Sam would come after you but you didn't want to take any chances. You knew it would take you a while to walk to the next town. You planned on buying a burner phone with the money that you had saved.
As you walked, you gave yourself a pep talk reminding yourself of why leaving was a good thing and that you deserved better. When your legs got tired, you pushed yourself to keep going and before you knew it, you reached your destination.
You made your way to the nearest hotel and paid for one night and headed to your room. All you needed was a few hours of rest before you resumed your journey. After your shower, you plopped right into the bed and you were asleep before your head hit the pillow.
You had no idea how long you had been asleep before the sound of clicking woke you up. You rubbed your eyes and listened closely to the sound. When your eyes focused on the door, you spotted a shadow on the other side of your door.
You crept over to the door as quietly as you could and peeped through the hole. You held your breath as you looked out into the seemingly empty hallway wishing that whoever was at your door went away.
You could hear them still tinkering with the lock as you willed for them to go away. You hated that you couldn't see who was trying to break into your room.
You looked around the room for something to arm yourself with when you spotted the large chair a few feet away. You slowly walked over to it and as quiet as you could, you pushed it up against the door before you turned to put your shoes back on. You were thankful that you hadn't unpacked anything from your bag before you fell asleep.
You took one last look through the peephole and your breath caught in your throat. You spotted Steve leaning against the wall across from your room. His eyes were downcast, and he watched what you assumed was Sam attempting to break into your room.
You slowly backed away from the door and headed towards the window and raised it. When it got about halfway up, it let out a soft squeak and you froze. So did Sam. Your breath quickened a second later when he started yanking on the door. You yelped when he called out your name just as you climbed out the window and closed it shut.
You tightened the straps on your backpack and jogged to the parking lot and peeked around the corner. You were just about to step into the light when a flash of movement caught your eye causing you to back up.
Bucky had come with Sam and was waiting by his car. You shivered because Bucky frightened you. He always had. Something about him made you uncomfortable, but you could never put your finger on it. You refused to be caught by him. By any of them.
You had to make a hasty decision; run across the parking lot or creep back past your room. You knew you wouldn't be able to run fast enough, so you chose the latter.
You turned and walked back towards your hotel room, ducking down the windows. Your heart thundered in your chest as you got closer to your room. You couldn't let him catch you because you couldn't go back. Once you reached your window, you took one last breath and ducked underneath it. It was silent inside but you didn't dwell on it any longer.
You willed your feet to move faster as you ran. You could see your destination a few feet in front of you but just as you reached it, Sam stepped out into your path and you ran right into his arms.
You sat silently beside Sam as you rode back to his house. His grip on your thigh never let up. You kept your chin tucked down, and you refused to speak. You wondered where you had gone wrong, and why he had come after you but you didn't dare say anything just yet.
When Bucky's car pulled into Sam's driveway, you hesitated a bit too long which caused Sam to yank you out. You didn't resist him as he dragged you into the house and shoved you through the open door. You stumbled over your feet as Sam towed you through the house and into his office, the one room you weren't allowed to go in.
You looked around at each monitor and gulped.
"I've been watching you for months," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "Just waiting for you to make your move. I thought you had given up, but you surprised me tonight."
You backed yourself against the wall as he stalked toward you.
"I want you to dead all those thoughts of leaving me, sweetheart," he said as he stroked your cheek with his knuckle. "You are mine."
You shook your head 'no' at his words, and he chuckled.
"Try running away from me again after I fuck this baby into you," he said just moments before his lips were on yours.
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Life Goes On (Chapter 1)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky meets his neighbor who keeps playing the same song on repeat.
Takes place before TFATWS
Warnings: Cursing, suicidal ideation(?), hella Beatles references
A/N: This is my first fanfic in like a long time, so sorry if my writing skills are a little week.
Whoever Bucky’s neighbor was, he loathed them.
Life really hasn’t been kind to him lately. After being under control by HYDRA for so many years, breaking out and finding his best friend only to be turned into dust and coming back five years later with his then best friend abandoning him to go back in time to be with the love of his life. Yeah, not a good hand was dealt to him.
The only good thing was being pardoned by the United States government and not being sent to jail for the rest of his goddamn miserable life.
So here he was, sitting on his living room floor, staring at his T.V. and listening to that godforsaken song his neighbor was playing on repeat.
Life goes on, bra
La-la, how the life goes on
It was taunting almost. After all the shit Bucky’s went through, he wished his life didn’t go on. Wished he could be like Steve, go back in time and find someone who he could live the rest of his life with. Wished that the United States government did lock him up. Wished that they executed him.
Life goes on, bra
La-la, how the life goes on
Maybe he can complain to Dr. Raynor about this tomorrow. Tell her that the song almost makes him feel murderous again. Maybe she’ll report him and they will finally lock him up. It’s what he deserves anyway, after all the heinous crimes he’s committed. Bucky laid his head back against the wall and sighed. He then stopped and listened.
Solace and silence. The song was finally over. A smile stretched across Bucky’s unshaven face and he choked out a laugh. It didn’t last long though.
That stupid bass line along with that stupid piano started to fill his ears again.
“Are you kidding me?” Bucky said to himself. He knocked on the wall, trying to grab his neighbor’s attention to stop playing that stupid fucking song.
The song suddenly stopped and a voice came through the wall.
“Sorry, didn’t realize you weren’t a Beatles fan.” The voice said.
Bucky didn’t give himself time to think, he just spoke. “I have no fucking clue who they are.” He replied.
Bucky didn’t get a response. Silence filled his Brooklyn apartment. Then came a knock on his door. Bucky scrunched his face up. Who the hell would come visit him at this time at night? Mr. Nakajima? He pulled the blankets off his legs and stood up, his dog tags hanging off his neck. He peeked through the peephole and saw a girl standing in the hall with a white t-shirt, Cookie Monster pajama pants and her arms crossed over her chest. He sighed and opened the door.
“How do you not know who the fucking Beatles are?”
“Excuse me?” Well, maybe it’s because I’m a hundred and some year old man and have never been aware of my surroundings in the 60s before.
“The Beatles! Y’know, John, Paul, George, and Ringo? Abbey Road? Hey Jude? Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club? Here Comes The Sun? The fucking Beatles?”
Bucky was shocked to be frank. Why was this girl screaming at him about The Beatles? He knew he should’ve listened to what Steve put down in that journal, dammit.
All he could do was shake his head. “Sorry, no.”
“What were you, born yesterday?” The attitude on this girl was thick. She intimidated him almost, staring into his stone cold blue eyes.
“Don’t tell me you listen to that shitty Soundcloud rapper bullshit either.” The girl mumbled, pushing her way into Bucky’s apartment. Buck couldn’t help but panic. What if she saw his arm? What would he say to her? Then again, he didn’t really owe her any answers, she was the one who just waltzed into his apartment.
Luckily Bucky had a grey sweatshirt laying on his kitchen counter. He pulled it over his head and stuffed his hands into his pockets. The girl stopped in front of his living room. “Nice pad you got here.” She said, admiring his single cushioned arm chair, TV stand and makeshift floor bed.
“Uh- new furniture coming in, my old stuff fell apart.” He lied, looking down feeling almost embarrassed. “Eh, it’s okay. You’re better than the last tenets that were here.” She said, searching around his apartment.
“I’m sorry, but- what are you looking for? Matter of fact, why are you in here?” He asked, following her around. Hopefully she didn’t find his knife stash. He wasn’t supposed to have any weapons, but he needed something in case someone tried to break in. He still gets paranoid sometimes.
“Looking for the source in your shitty taste in music.” The girl deadpanned.
“I-uh, I don’t listen to music.”
The girl skidded to a halt. She turned around, shock riddled on her face. “Really? I mean, with that haircut and dog tags, you strike me as a guy who listens to Led Zeppelin religiously.” She then put her hand up. “Don’t tell me you don’t know who Led Zeppelin are either.”
Bucky grimaced at the girl and she sighed.
“Tomorrow,” She started, “meet me next door at 8, I get off work at 7:30.” She said before walking towards the door. Bucky gave her a confused look. “For what?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. The girl gave him a cheeky smile. “So I can show you music.” She replied, opening the door.
“I’m Y/N, by the way.” She said before she shut the door.
“Bucky.” He whispered, but she was already gone.
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Set Me Free X Bucky Barnes X Reader
So I know it's not the part 2 everyone is waiting for but I am mid way through that. I wrote this a tad fast so I apologies if its a bit rushed. I can tell you the Russian words, just ask :)
Warning: Murder, brainwashing, ptsd, mentions torture, mentions death.
Summary: Finally being face to face with your captor, will you be set free?
Looking down at the ripped paper you looked back up at the building. Th rush pulsing through you blocked the sound of the street behind you, it was a cold night. Finally you had found him. Carefully you tried the front door, you could feel the adrenaline start to rush through you. The door opened. You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down.
Stepping carefully you approach the other door on the inside. Turning the handle it was locked. You heard his voice from the other side of the door, it rang through your ears, before you could even think you ripped the door clean off its hinges and threw it behind you.
He stood right in front of you, looking more surprised than anything. “Y/N?”
You swallowed hard “Baron.” Before he could say anymore you punched him so hard it knocked him down and out. Standing over him you fought every part of your body that screamed to kill him.
“Hey!” Another man’s voice snapped you away from your thoughts.
You looked up “Winter Soldier?”
He frowned at you “Shadow Soldier?”
“Its Bucky actually.”
“Y/N.. You look great.”
“I would say you’ve looked better but I’ve only even seen you under.”
“True..” The room was silent for a moment.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
You bent down and took Zemo by the collar, dragged him across the floor to a chair. “You’re free right?”
“That’s what I want. You got any rope?”
The other guy that had just been standing there watching you perked up “Sorry we’re fresh out of the kidnapping kits.”
“He’s friendly.” You smiled at Bucky. You took the belt from around your jacket and tied his hands behind him. He started to murmur “Shit, any tape for his mouth?”
You put your hands up “Alright, I can’t let him speak.” You reached round with your right hand and ripped your left sleeve clean off. You tied the sleeve around his mouth and behind his head. “That’ll do. Another perfectly fine jacket ruined.”
At this point the other guy was looking at Bucky “You trying to tell me there was a female version of you out there and I’ve been stuck here with your miserable ass.” He turned to looked at you “I’m Sam.” He stuck his hand out.
“The Falcon.” You shook his hand “I know who you are.”
“So what’s your plan exactly? Because we do kind of need him.”
You shrugged “If anyone knows how to set me fee its this asshole.”
His eyes opened slowly, you saw the smirk under the gag. He tried to speak but it was all muffled.
“I need my freedom and I know you know how..” You hadn’t really thought this through, you would need him to speak to help you. Taking the knife from your boot you flipped it around in your hand. “Say one wrong word I will not hesitate to stab you.”
As you reached to take the sleeve from his mouth Bucky placed his hand on your shoulder causing you to flinch. “You sure this is a good idea?”
“Unless you got a better one?”
“Not really..” he looked over to Sam “Give us a minute.” They both stepped out the room into the room next door.
You took a deep breath and pulled the gag from his mouth. Before you could even say a word he smiled at you. “устала”
“Stop!” You screamed. You went to throw your knife but your body stopped you.
“Please stop!” Tears streamed down your face.
You dropped to your knees, not matter how hard you tried to fight it your body stopped everything you wanted it to do.
You punched the floor below you smashing all the tiles around you. He had managed you free himself and stood before you. “Are you ready to comply?”
You stood straight and looked him in the eyes. “I’m ready.”
You looked over to the door where the two men stood. Looking back at Zemo he nodded to you. You picked up the knife and threw it as hard as you could just missing Sam’s face by an inch.
“Zemo! Stop her!” Bucky shouted “You don’t want to know what I’ll do if you don’t.”
He sighed. “спать”
You collapsed to the floor like a switch had just been turned off. You smacked your head on the way down. Bucky ran over to you “What have you done!”
“No time” Sam nodded to the door, John and Lemar were making their way down the street.
Bucky scooped you up in his arms and took you to the bedroom next door. He marched to Zemo grabbing him by the throat “What the hell is wrong with you?”
A cough behind him stopped him “You having a party?”
“Not now John.”
The 5 of them turned to be faced with the Dora Milaje. “Shit.” Bucky breathed out.
You sat bolt up right. “Shit!” you checked yourself over. No bruises, no blood, no cuts. Either you had done nothing or it was a clean job. Swinging your legs off the bed you felt light headed.
“Hey hey, sit down.” Bucky came through the bedroom doors. “You’re okay.”
“What did I do? Who did I hurt?” The panic in your voice was very evident.
"Nothing, you didn't do anything."
You grabbed hold of his arm "Are you sure? I never remember what I do and I can’t stop it, I just..."
"Y/N you're ok, I made sure to stop him. I mean you did throw a knife at Sam's head but that's it."
"Oh my god! Is he ok?"
"I'm fine thanks." Sam's voice came from the doorway.
"Don't be stupid, it wasn't your fault. Come on I'll make you a drink."
The three of you walked in the main room, "Christ! Did I do this?"
"No we had a whole situation with John Walker and the Dora Milaje."
Bucky chuckled at you "It's a long story."
Sam slid a glass of whiskey across the kitchen island to you "Speaking of long stories, wonna explain what the hell happened to you?"
"If you got time?"
Bucky shrugged "Zemo is in the wind and we have no leads on Carli."
"Fair enough," You took a seat at the kitchen island while they sat on the couch. "I was a shield agent working along side one of the most incredible women I've ever met. Me and Peggy were on a mission and it all went south, we were sent in a building without back up and no intel to say there was terrorists in the building. The place was blown up with us both in. She was saved but they never found me. I lay there for 2 days with my arm trapped between debris. I saw no way of getting out alive, I waited there to die." You shifted in your seat, reliving this in your head was a nightmare.
"You don't have to tell us." Bucky said looking concerned.
You shook your head and finished the whiskey in one gulp "It's fine, need to talk about it to someone." You took a deep breath and carried on "So I was lying there feeling myself slip away and a figure stepped over the rubble to me. At first I thought I was hallucinating, this big metal arm ripped the debris off me and carried me to what I thought was safety. I woke in a small cell with no arm and no idea where I was." You looked up at Bucky "And I'm pretty sure you can guess what happened from there."
He sighed "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"It's not your fault, you had no choice."
"What happened? How did you get out?"
Bucky shot Sam a look, you smiled at him "It's ok Bucky, its not a story you usually hear. Well you were lucky enough to be best friends with boy wonder, I didn't have so much luck. The only friend I ever had had grown old and died. So when you escaped I was found by the government and locked away. One thing they did different with me was the off switch. After every mission he would turn me off and I forgot everything.”
“Everything? So you don’t remember killing people?”
“Not at first, but sitting in a cell all alone with no human contact things come back up. Every single night I would lie there and remember, relive what I did in my head. Sometimes they would repeat, and I think its the end but the next night something fresh would pop up.”
Sam’s phone beeped pulling you from your thoughts. “I’m sorry.” He got up and left the room to answer it.
You and Bucky looked at each other for a few minutes before he got up and walked to you. He took your metal hand in his “I know it doesn’t mean much now but I am sorry, for everything.”
“I’ve already told you it’s not your fault.” You pulled him in for a hug. Holding onto him you almost felt like you weren’t suffocating for the first time in for ever. As you pulled away you smiled at him “I suppose there is one thin your can do for me.”
“Anything, just name it.”
“Where the hell did you get your arm? Mines dented and all sorts of fucked up.”
He laughed at you “Well now you mention it, I know someone that can help you.”
“Get a new arm?”
“No, with everything. They helped me get free.”
You grabbed him and hugged him again “Thank you.” You said into his shoulder.
You swallowed hard “Christ they are intimidating.” The woman approached you, nodding you said “I’m Y/N…”
“I know who you are. Another broken soldier. I will help you.” She nodded to Bucky.
Nodding back he asked, “Can you give us a minute?”
“I will meet you on the ship.” She walked out of ear shot.
You smiled at him “Thank you again.”
“I might be out of place here, but you know when you’ve finished and come back to normal life. Do you fancy grabbing a drink….. With me?” He was looking more at his feet than you.
“I never thought I’d see you nervous Mr Barnes.. Of course I will.”
“Oh thank god.” He smiled at you.
You grabbed hold of the collar on his coat and pulled him in. Your lips collided and fell into a deep passionate kiss. As you pulled away a grin stretched across your face “Something to hold onto until I get back.”
15 months later
You stood staring at the wall, hands in your pockets and a frown plastered on your face. Your eyes narrowed as you scanned across the wallpaper.
“Y/N!” Her voice snapped you away from your thoughts.
Not turning you spoke up, “This wallpaper is infuriating.”
“Please elaborate.” She sighed.
“Its just the same tree over and over again, you trying to tell me that all the trees are the same. Is this like some subtle mind thing.. like you’re not as different as you think.”
“No it’s just wallpaper. Please take a seat.”
You plopped down on the hard couch “So doc what do you want to talk about today?”
“Let’s start with how you’re feeling?” She did that look that wound you up. The one where she looks over her glasses like no matter what you said it would be wrong.
“Yeahhh, not bad. I have a date tonight.”
“Oh that’s lovely. What his name?”
“Bucky,” You smiled “Bucky Barnes.”
“Oh Jesus fucking christ!”
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*Sam and Bucky just chilling in Sam's room at the Avenger HQ*
Steve: *storming Sam's room* "So you and Bucky are having sex!"
Sam: *looks up from his book and to Bucky* "Are we? Buck, why didn't you say something, I would have put down my book."
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* with a taste of your lips, i'm on a ride / you're toxic, i'm slippin' under
( sam wilson x f!reader )
♫ “TOXIC" YAEL NAIM
A/N: Sam Wilson Imagine. Just a quick drabble of Sam/Captain America. Yay! The reader is a singer in this one. Feedback and comments are appreciated! I hope it's a fun read lol Thank you so much! 🖤 [Warnings: none really, lots of closeness]
Y/N thanked the crowd once she was done with her performance, she tilted back the mic stand. It was time for Major to keep the crowd interested with the loud music. She managed to maneuver herself through the sea of people who were already grabbing onto each other for close grinding. They didn’t seem to notice their entertainment was passing by. The woman was actually okay with that. The last thing on her mind was receiving more attention.
She found her way to the bar and asked for a bottle of water along with a shot. The bartender smiled and got what she requested after offering some kind words about her performance. “Thanks! I was kind of nervous, but once you get up there - poof,” she said louder than she anticipated. She picked up the shot and downed the alcohol quickly, scrunching up her face when the burning sensation hit her chest. She stuck her tongue out and opened the bottle of water turning to face the crowd.
Men and women bumped their hips against the others as the music pulsated through the speakers. The rhythm got caught up in some of the couples as some cupped the face of the other and crushed their lips. It felt creepy watching them, but she was actually admiring how much the music and closeness affected the people. She sipped her water and felt a pair of cool hands touch her bicep. Instantly she tensed and turned her head to look at the owner. “Sorry. I just wanted to say your performance was -,” the man whistled impressed, grinning a little as he leaned in so she could hear. Y/N closed her bottle of water and rested her back against the bar.
“Thank you. I do what I can to keep people entertained,” she joked and gestured toward the crowd. She licked her lips and then turned her attention back to the man next to her. “Y/N,” she held out her hand to him. He willingly took it and gladly shook it taking a little longer than expected before he let her hand go, making her face feel a warmish sensation.
“Sam,” he smiled sweetly at her and leaned against the bar cooly. Y/N looked him over. He was wearing jeans and an untucked buttoned-up shirt, with the sleeves pushed up past his elbows. The clothing still gave her an idea of what was underneath, she could make out an outline of his muscular arms. The purple lights made the shirt change colors. He had scruff but not too much. “Nice to meet you, Y/N," he said after a moment.
“Cool!” She laughed nervously and shook her head, taking one last sip of her water before handing it back to the bartender, mouthing if he could watch it. “Do you dance, Sam?”
“Not well,” he laughed as he shrugged looking toward the crowd unsurely. Y/N only nodded and took his hand, tugging him to the dance floor. She made sure she kept him close so he wouldn’t get lost in the sea of people. Plus, she didn’t need someone else snatching him away from her, at least not yet anyway.
“The beauty of it is you don’t have to be great. Just let the music move you.” She leaned in close as she spoke to him. The man laughed softly, his sweet breath touched her skin. Y/N grinned and took his hands, then started moving to take the lead in the dance. She watched as Sam moved as he seemed to let his tense shoulders drop and let the music guide him. Y/N let their bodies collide once, then twice as she closed her eyes feeling the song. She felt his hands touch her hips as he tried to keep up with her.
Y/N opened her eyes for a moment to look at Sam before turning in his arms, pressing her back against his strong torso. Her eyes closed again when Major changed the song to something louder. She could feel the drums in her heart. Her body was already swaying along with the new beat. His arms loosely rested on her sides, they were hot. Y/N’s heart punched her chest but she didn’t quite open her eyes yet. The music seemed to get louder or people just got noisier.
The beat dropped to a soft drum, she rested her back against the chest of the man behind her. She thought she could feel his heartbeat against her spine as they moved together to the song when it picked up again. Her breathing was getting short, she stretched up her arm to snake around Sam’s neck. She turned her head and glanced at him. They only watched each other as they continued to move to the song.
Y/N could feel herself melting into him. A small voice was reminding her to stay together, to keep it together. But her body was betraying her, plus it didn’t help when she felt him move along with her. Her mind was becoming a purple cloud.
The crowd was beginning to jump around, but strangely enough, she could push them all out. Her focus was on her and him. She rested her forehead against his jawline when the song began to slow down a little. Sam's hand slid from her hip to just below her belly button, making her stomach muscles tense. A short exhale escaped her throat. Her lips briefly touched Sam’s without closing the space, they only lingered. Sam licked his lips but was careful to keep the space, just to hover of her lips. She wanted to fall into him but managed not to. His finger made small shapes against her skin, sending shocks through her body. Her nails dug gently into the back of his neck making him groan low. The rumble in his chest against her was dangerously lustful.
Y/N took a step forward to create some space between them. His hands dragged away from her body when she moved. She turned to look at him and smiled. Then, she nodded her head as if signaling to him it was okay. But before she could go back to him, bodies began to create more distance between them until she couldn’t spot him anymore. She jogged her way up to the DJ booth and saw Major. She hopped over to him.
“You saw?” She asked.
“Not if you didn’t want me to.” Her friend only smiled and laughed a little while shaking his head. Y/N rolled her eyes and wore a lazy smile as she scanned the crowd to see if she could spot him. “You have to tell me you know who that is, right?”
Y/N didn’t respond right away because her eyes were busy scanning the crowd until they landed on him. He was talking to someone else. He offered a perfect smile, she could see him laughing. Y/N pressed her lips together, growing curious and asking herself, 'what if.'
“Yeah. I do. Probably won't happen.” She watched Sam, her heart beating a little faster at the excitement of when they or if they would see each other again.
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Looks like Tumblr doesn't wanna show my Sam Wilson x Reader fic in the tags so if you wanna read a long ass story about getting to know Captain America...go give "Worrisome Wars & Fortunate Futures" a read!
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Absolutely Nobody :
Me when they introduced John Walker:
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Why are there like no ships for Sam Wilson but y’all ship your wh*te faves with literally everyone.
Like Bucky and Zemo... really 😐
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Sam: Girl, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
Natasha: No, Y/N caught me.
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Little Informant (pt.3)
Warnings: Language, mentions of suicide aka death of Brock Rumlow, daddy issues :D
Word count: 2.8k+
You were brought to the Avengers Compound and they had you checked up by the doctors they had on standby. They confirmed your injuries to be a broken nose, a sprained wrist, some bruising on your stomach and back, and a couple of hairline fractures to your ribs. The doctor let you go with a request of staying out of fights for at least a couple months but the team wouldn’t let you off that easily.
So here you were, tailing a billionaire with a goatee as he led you from the elevator to the conference room of the Avengers Compound. Upon arriving, you became... uncomfortable, to say the least. The room full of notorious heroes couldn’t help but stare at you; the bruised and battered teenager wearing a loaned SHIELD shirt a couple sizes too big with a cast on her wrist. They stared at you because despite your unfamiliar existence, you reminded them of the man that, one way or another, almost tore them apart for good.
For Steve, it was the man who he had trusted and worked with until he betrayed him and tried to kill him on multiple occasions. For Sam, it was the man he fought only seconds before he almost died among the rubbles of a collapsing building, the man he thought he left to die in that same building. For Wanda, it was the man she had thrown through a construction filled with innocent people as she watched him blow himself up, no way of escaping death. For Bucky, it was the man that had commanded him to do despicable things by day and watched him get tortured by night.
Even with the holes you could feel burning into your figure, you held your composure and straightened your back. When Stark told you to sit, you did so while you held your head high, not afraid to make eye contact anytime you caught another’s eyes. You steadied your breath, you hid your emotions and fear, you pretended to be someone you weren’t, because that’s what a Rumlow does.
“So,” Tony broke the silence. “Wanna tell us your name?”
You diverted your gaze to the man. “Y/N.”
“Okay, Y/N,” he sat down across from you. “Where have you been all this time? Because honestly, I couldn’t find anything about you for the life of me.”
“Minding my own business.” You said, a sharp edge to your voice.
Steve spoke before Tony, stopping the two of you from getting into a snarky comments fight. “Tell us what happened.”
You leaned back in your seat, trying to make yourself look less intimidated, less small. “I got back to my apartment, and there was a man trying to kill me.”
“Who was he?” Natasha then spoke up.
“Beats me,” You shrugged, “said he was an old family friend.”
“So he knew you?” Steve leaned in, resting his forearms on the table.
“No.” You shook your head. “He said when I accessed the information I gave to you, it sent a signal to them, and they thought my dad had come back from the dead.” You paused. “But he knew my name.”
“And that is weird… why?” Another man from the far corner of the table you recognized as Colonel James Rhodes inquired.
“Well if your genius of a friend here couldn’t figure out my name without asking me himself, I don’t suppose your everyday hitman could.” You bit, a defensive tone never leaving your voice.
“You said ‘they’. Who is ‘they’?” Steve asked, disregarding your attitude.
You sighed, exaggerating your exasperation. “I don’t know, okay? HYDRA, Hero Mercs, whatever- he did try to recruit me into his whatever-little-army, which I declined. Then he wanted to know what I did with all the shit I got from that laptop. He wasn’t very happy with the answer.”
This time Bucky leaned in with interest. “He tried to recruit you?”
“And I said no.” You repeated yourself, putting an emphasis on every word. “He went ballistic and almost shot me in the head but I shot him first, beat his ass unconscious and ran like hell.”
“Which was impressive, by the way.” Clint couldn’t help but say.
You pulled your lip in to a sarcastic smile. “Thanks. I suppose my dad taught me a thing or two.”
You noticed the way everyone would tense everytime you mentioned your dad. This time Steve looked down for a second, you could swear there was sadness and guilt in his eyes. Good, you thought. You knew it was probably selfish to think this way, The Avengers probably did what had to be done and plus, they didn’t know Rumlow had a kid, but you still wanted them to feel bad. You wanted them to at least think of the unknown damage they have bestowed upon hundreds of people while they were fighting the big fight.
“Speaking of,” Tony cleared his throat. “You know anything about what your dad did? At all?”
“Aside from what he told me, no. Not one bit.”
“And what did he tell you?” Natasha inquired.
“That he worked for SHIELD.” You let your gaze divert to the wall across you, staring at nothing. “After SHIELD was gone he said he’d gotten recruited into another security agency. I didn’t know anything about this-” you paused, gesturing to nothing in particular, “mess.” You sighed again, your defensive and rude facade faltering ever so slightly. “Then one day he left for a mission and never came back.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.” Sam said after a moment of silence.
You only looked at him, face unreadable. After that, you went back to the cocky, overly-confident brat you were. “So, can I go now?”
“No.” Steve answered without missing a beat. “You barely made it out alive, Y/N. It’s not safe for you to go back out there by yourself.”
"Yeah, remember the last time you tried to do that?" Tony asked rethorically, gesturing to the bruises on your face and the cast adorning your wrist.
You rolled your eyes at the man.
“We have more than enough space here for you. You should stay.” Steve said, although his tone made you believe it wasn’t really a suggestion.
You let yourself think for a short moment. “For how long?”
“Until we clear out every immediate threat,” Tony answered as he pulled up the hologram showing a bunch of digital files. “With the information you’ve given to us, I’d say about four weeks.”
With a deep breath you say “okay.” The fact that you had agreed a bit too quickly raised a few questions for everyone around you but they figured not to push their luck.
Tony raised to his feet. “FRIDAY, show Y/N one of the empty rooms.”
“Of course.” An unknown being voiced ahead. “From the door to your right please, Ms. Rumlow.”
You were surprised with the AI addressing you by your last name, but as always you recomposed yourself within a split second. No one even noticed your quick flustered demeanor aside from Bucky and Steve who picked up how your heart rate sped up just a little bit. You rose from your seat and left without a second glance, following the directions from the AI echoing the hallways.
You were left to your own accords for a few hours, FRIDAY left a message from Tony that said you should settle in. But the only belongings you had brought was your knife and the gun Steve had yet to return to you. The sun was already rising, you haven’t slept in almost three days but even after the long night you’ve had, you still couldn't sleep. So you sat on the edge of the way too comfortable bed, staring off to the skyline.
There was a knock on the door right around six o’clock in the morning. You pulled yourself out of your train of thought and stood to open the door. On the other side was Sam Wilson, his hands were behind his back and it seemed like he had aged a couple years since you last saw him merely hours ago.
You looked at him expectantly, mouth shut waiting for him to speak.
“I have something you probably want to have.” He unclutched his right palm in front of him, his eyes studying your reaction upon seeing your father’s dog tags in his hands.
You grabbed it hastily. “Where did you find this?”
“In your apartment,” he said truthfully. “I probably shouldn’t have, I’m sorry.”
You didn’t reply, you only looked at the metal tag sitting in your hands. You wondered how you could have missed it. When you lost your dad, you quite literally lost your dad; you didn’t even know where your dad was buried -or if he was even buried at all. And for three years, your dad’s dog tag was the only remains of him that you had. You had held on to it for so long but you must have forgotten about it after your mind was too clouded by HYDRA, Hero Mercs, and the fact that everything you thought you knew about your dad turned out to be a complete lie.
“Sam.” You didn’t even register the word leaving your mouth. You sounded so scared, so broken. So small.
The older man raised his eyebrows. Though your eyes weren’t meeting his, you could feel him staring at you. You’d expected judgement, deprecation, but you could only feel kindness maybe even a bit of sympathy.
“Is it wrong?”
“Is what wrong?”
“That I still- that I still love him,” you sniffled, tears glistening your eyes, “even after I know what he’s done.”
“No. Of course not.” There was no hesitation in his answer. “People are… complicated. I didn’t know your dad like you did. But from what I’ve gathered, he was a good dad to you.”
You nodded. Because he was an amazing dad. He lied to you, that’s obvious by now, but in the back of your head you believed it was because he wanted to protect you, he wanted what’s best for you. And that’s what made you held on through the past few days.
Sam suddenly continued, his tone changing to one more serious and deep. “Steve didn’t kill him.”
“What?” You finally met Sam’s eyes in a surprise, blinking your tears away.
“He, uh- he killed himself. Steve was there, he was the last person to talk to him and I think he felt responsible.” Sam added with a sigh. “I thought you should know,”
“Oh.” You felt a crippling dull pain crawl from your chest to the rest of your body. Your dad killed himself? Why would he do that when he knew you were waiting for him to come back home? You were just a kid -hell you’re still a kid now, he wouldn’t do that to you. Would he? No, no, he cared for you, he wouldn’t leave you if he had a choice… Right?
There was a moment of tense silence, you were processing and internally panicking and Sam, well truthfully he didn’t know what to do at the moment. He had worked with a handful of war-wounded veterans but he had never consoled a teenager before, let alone a teenager who had just learnt that her mass-murderer father intentionally left her when he decided to blow himself up.
When he looked up, he was greeted by a slam of the door. He flinched, wondering if he made the right decision by telling you what he told you. He finally sighed, sparing one last glance to the door closed tight before walking away.
You sat on the floor, your heart was pounding so hard that you forgot about all of the injuries you had obtained less than six hours ago. The metal accessory you had once thought to be a source of warmth and a reminder of love was now as cold as ice, you could almost feel the letters ingrained into it glaring at you. A reminder that the man you thought you knew, you thought you could rely on, the man you grew up looking up to was nothing else but a stranger who shared the same DNA as you.
Then you planned.
You planned all the things you were going to do within the next four weeks you will be cooped up in this tower. The Avengers now know who you were; where you lived, and so did the people who worked with your dad who now probably wants you dead. You can’t stay in New York anymore so you planned your disappearance. Faking your death might seem a bit far fetched, too dramatic. So you decided after these four weeks were up, you would leave. You would leave with a smile and an expression of gratitude to the people who have protected you. Then you’d say you would return to your apartment and process, you’d need some alone time, about a week. You would tell them to leave you alone for a week, but they were welcomed to visit afterwards. But you will be long gone by then.
Afterall, you didn’t just inherit your father’s last name, or eyes, or jawline, or cocky demeanor. If there was one thing you’ve learnt about your family these past few days, is that the Rumlows are one hell of a liar.
You found yourself walking home one night when you came across a TV in a store’s front display playing a live news report. You held your breath, not stopping the small smile creeping up your lips.
SAM WILSON IS THE NEW CAPTAIN AMERICA
Proud was an understatement. You might not have known him for too long, only for four weeks, but during those weeks you saw how kind, thoughtful, and responsible he really was. Sam was arguably the person who cared about you the most, despite what you’ve heard from Vision -who, mind you, has no filters whatsoever- his encounter with your late father wasn’t exactly a pleasant one. You listened to Sam's speech the other night and you knew there was no one more suited to takeover the mantle than him.
You have been thinking for a while about what would have happened if you never left New York, if you have stayed with The Avengers. Maybe you would eventually become an Avenger yourself, maybe you would have fought against Thanos, maybe you would’ve been blipped -or even died. There were so many possibilities, however none of them made you regret the decision that you made.
Besides, fighting the big fight wasn’t really your thing, you’ve figured that much. You didn’t have superpowers or flying suits or extensive Red Room training, all you had were the skills your father left you with and some self-taught tricks you learnt while you were on the run. And if with great powers comes great responsibility, then your smaller power comes with smaller responsibilities; can’t say you’d complain. So with a mask covering your face and a fake name to hide your identity, you stayed on the ground; protecting the little guy. That’s what you’ve been doing for at least three years now and you gotta say, Baltimore has quite grown on you.
“What do you think?” A familiar voice rang, breaking your train of thought.
“Of the new Captain?” You glanced at your boyfriend beside you. “I think he’s the right man for the job. Glad he finally made the decision, I don’t imagine it was easy for him.”
“Yeah,” he nodded knowingly. “I bet.”
It was silent for a couple of minutes, the both of you stood hand in hand as you two listened to the news reporter reviewing the stunts the Flag Smashers tried to pull yesterday night. However, the silence was soon broken by the shrill of a police siren passing by you across the street.
You looked at your boyfriend apologetically.
“Well, I guess that’s your cue,” he smiled at you teasingly, “Shadow Trail.”
“Oh, shut up.” You pushed him by the shoulder lightly.
“I really wish I could go with you.” The smile on his face turned into a sad one. His hands lingered on your hips, unwilling to let you go.
“And give your grandpa a heart attack?” You joked, poking his nose to try to lighten up the mood. When it didn’t work you sighed, looping your arms around his neck. “I know you do, babe. Soon, maybe. Okay?”
He planted a kiss on your lips, mumbling an “okay.”
There were a couple more police cars passing by you and you forced yourself away from your lover. “I gotta go, I love you.” You turned to walk towards the direction the police cars had gone.
“I love you too.” He said before you got too far. “Bring that beautiful face of yours back home safe!”
“You bet!” You shouted over your shoulder but then you stopped and turned on your heels. “Oh, and Eli?”
His eyes hadn’t leave yours when he tilted his face to the side, cocking an eyebrow.
“If you see Sam again, tell the Captain I send him my best regards.”
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The laugh that left his lips was bubbly, genuine. “I will, Y/N.”
With the MCU starting to drop hints in kick-starting Young Avengers I thought why not give a little tribute to it. I was thinking about making more fics based on this Y/N when Young Avengers and Eli Bradley as Patriot becomes canon in the MCU where Shadow Trail would eventually become a part of Young Avengers. With her family background and her history with The Avengers I feel like it would be a fun storyline to play with. But I would love to know what you think!
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Hi so since fanfiction is essentially my way of coping with things.... can you do an avengers x reader (Bucky, Steve, Sam, Tony, Loki, Thor, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, etc.) and they react to the reader scratching their car or getting into a car accident (not fatal)-A (I don’t mean for it to be ‘dark’ just like them comforting the reader bc obvs you’re a bit shaken up afterwards)
I got you babe! I did this as teen reader, who's Peter's partner.
So the accident, not that bad. You were ok, no one else was involved and the car was ok. But your heart was racing, you were shaking, and you felt like crying.
Therefore in no condition to drive, so you called Tony to see if anyone was nearby or willing to come drive instead.
The other Avengers were in a meeting so when Tony said it was you and answered they all payed attention. If you were calling right after school something had to have happened whether it be good or bad.
However, when Tony said minor accident, everyone started getting ready to come get you.
"What do you mean Minor accident? Your ok right? Are you sure? Yeah of course someone can come drive you back."
Bucky and Natasha won and got to drive you. Sam and Steve got to go get your favorite food and drink in an effort to make sure you would eat.
Wanda and Pietro were in charge of setting up a movie you wanted to see and some of your favorites.
When Steve and Sam dropped off Bucky and Natasha, Bucky took the wheel while Natasha sat with you in the back.
He made sure to try and make the least amount of sudden movements with the car. You didn't need any more stress.
When you got back to the tower, you were immediately brought to the room filled with pillows and blankets in front of a large screen, a stack of movies, and food.
Thor and Loki weren't completely sure what was going on but they both knew you weren't doing the best and since they thought of you like a little sister, there was no way there were going to let it slide.
So, throughout the whole movie marathon. You would be sitting in between the two gods.
The rest of the group kept their eyes on you to make sure you were feeling better.
If you need anything, someone would get it for you.
They were going to pamper you for the rest of the day and tomorrow if you were still nervous, they would do what they could to help then.
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Gone in Time
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Y/N was Steve’s girlfriend, and she struggles to live without him when he stayed in the 1940s after returning the stones.
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: grieving, death
You remembered that day like it was yesterday.
You turned on the news and you saw the headline.
“Captain America Retires”
Steve went back in time to return the infinity stones after the battle, but he decided to stay in the ‘40s. He lived out his life with another woman.
It broke your heart.
Steve was your boyfriend, and then you found out that he was gone. Sam and Bucky came to your house to tell you the news. They said he should’ve come back in a minute, but he didn’t.
He sent a letter that showed up instead. It said he decided to live the simple life.
The simple life that the two of you had fantasized about.
That was three months ago, and you were still far from moving on. Steve was your everything, and then you found out he was gone forever.
You were very supportive of his avenging, and you always had to prepare yourself for the possibility that he could die, but this was different. He didn’t die. He chose another woman and another life over you.
You stared down at your phone screen with tears streaming down your face. You were looking at pictures of you and Steve.
Then, there was a knock at your door. You quickly wiped the tears away from your face and turned off your phone.
You opened the door, and saw Bucky and Sam standing there. Their expressions softened when they saw your tear-stained face.
“Hey, Y/N” Bucky said, softly. You gave them both a small smile, trying to hold back the tears.
“How are you guys doing?” You asked.
Both Sam and Bucky had been your support system throughout all of this. They had come over to your house every day, just to make sure you were okay. You adored them for it.
One thing you didn’t understand was why they weren’t as upset. They both lost one of their best friends, and they just moved on. You assumed they acted like that in front of you because they didn’t want to make you more upset.
“We have to show you something” Sam said. You furrowed your eyebrows with confusion. You wanted nothing more than to return to your couch and wallow. Leaving the house sounded like torture. You had only left a few times since you found out about Steve.
“This’ll cheer you up, I promise” Bucky pleaded. You looked between the two of them. You knew they both had your best interests at heart, so you agreed.
“Let me put on some shoes, and then we’ll go” you said, walking back into your house.
You stared out the window at the passing trees. Neither Sam nor Bucky would tell you where you were going.
Sam turned onto a dirt road. “Alright, seriously? Where are we going?” You asked, looking at Bucky who sat beside you.
He struggled to find the right words. “We lied to you” Sam said, simply.
Definitely not the answer you expected.
“About going somewhere that would cheer me up? Where are we actually going?” You asked. You were starting to get uneasy.
“We lied about Steve” Bucky said, blatantly. Your head snapped to face him. You felt the sting of tears in your eyes. You shakily took a breath.
“What the hell are you talking about?” You asked. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears. It felt like the world was frozen still.
You saw the apologetic look in Bucky’s eyes. That didn’t mean you didn’t want to punch him and Sam in the face.
“Steve isn’t dead, Y/N” Bucky said, softly. It was like he was scared to admit it out loud.
Without even thinking, you slapped Bucky across the face. He winced and held his hand to his burning cheek. He didn’t protest. He knew he deserved it.
“You both came to my house while I was crying over Steve leaving. You came over to my house for three months and comforted me. You were lying the whole time? You didn’t even have the decency to tell me the truth as I sobbed in your arms?” you yelled.
The tears were streaming down your cheeks. “We weren’t allowed to tell you” Sam said. You scoffed.
“Tell me what?” You asked, still not completely knowing what was true.
“Steve's alive” Bucky told you, resting his hand on yours. He knew this would be the biggest news of your life.
Your heart stopped. All the anger you had towards Bucky and Sam was gone. “Steve is...he’s...alive?” You asked, barely believing what you were hearing.
Bucky nodded. Sam stopped the car. You looked outside the window and saw what you assumed was a safe house.
“He’s inside” Sam said, softly. Your heart started to race. “He’s here?” You asked, in shock. They both nodded.
Before anyone could say anything else, you ran out of the car and onto the front porch. You noticed how shaky your hands were as you turned the door knob.
You took a step inside and you were met by those beautiful blue eyes.
There he was.
He was only feet in front of you, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. “Tell me it’s not a dream” you said, barely above a whisper.
“I’m right here, sweetheart” he said, softly. With that, you ran straight into his arms.
He wrapped his arms around you, cradling your head. You held him tightly, scared it was all a dream and you would wake up soon.
“You’re really here” you whispered, still in shock. He kissed the top of your head. He still smelled like his favorite cologne. You got it for him for his birthday once, and now it was the only he would buy.
You pulled your head away from his chest and looked into his eyes, taking him in. You wanted to take in every inch of him. You never thought you would see him again, but here he was.
“You’re alive, and you’re not old” you said, for lack of a better word. He chuckled to himself.
He brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “How could I leave you?” He asked, sincerely. You felt a tear roll down your cheek. You were overjoyed to see him.
“They said you were dead. They said you stayed with Peggy in the ‘40s. I thought I lost you” you told him.
His expression softened. “It’s because that’s what I want the world to think” he told you, simply.
“Steve, I don’t understand”
“I’m retiring. The simple life. I want it all. I want it all with you. This safe house is our new home: to get married, have kids, whatever we want. Tony helped release that statement, so the world wouldn’t be wondering where I went” he told you.
You felt your heart swell. Steve was giving up all of his avenging for you.
“Are you sure? I can’t ask you to give up Captain America for me” you told him, taking his hands in yours.
A smile grew on his face. “I would choose you over Captain America forever” he said, simply.
You cupped his face and leaned in to kiss him. His soft lips pressed against yours. A tear rolled down your cheek.
“I’m sorry that you had to think I was dead. I didn’t want to risk anyone finding out, but I shouldn’t have kept you in the dark” he said, pulling away from your a moment. “Shut up, Rogers. I’m just happy I have you back” you said, pulling him back to kiss you.
You both were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. You turned around and saw Bucky and Sam standing by the front door.
They both knew how upset you were with them, but they knew it would be okay. They knew because of the smile on your face. They knew you and Steve were meant for each other, and that he completed you.
“It isn’t their fault. I made them promise not to tell you” Steve told you. You raised your eyebrows and then looked towards them. You instantly regretted yelling at them.
You walked towards them slowly and gave each of them a hug. “I am...so sorry” you said, honestly.
They both nodded, completely understanding why you reacted the way you did.
“I’m sorry I slapped you” you said, turning to Bucky. Steve chucked behind you. A small smirk appeared on Bucky’s face.
“It’s okay, but you should know that I tried to get Steve to let us tell you. I saw how destroyed you were. I hope that you can forgive us” Bucky told you, genuinely. You just smiled and nodded.
“Old man Rogers was so worried about you. He was asking us everyday how you were and if you were okay. It broke his heart to know you were suffering” Sam told you, truthfully.
Steve walked over towards you and wrapped his arm around your waist. “So? No more Captain America?” You asked, looking at Steve. He smirked.
“You’re looking at your new Captain America” Sam said, and your jaw dropped. They all chuckled at your reaction.
“I couldn’t think of a better person for the job” you said, genuinely.
You felt so at peace. You finally had Steve back, and you got to live the rest of your lives together.
“We should get going. I’m sure you both have a lot to talk about” Bucky said. They both gave you and Steve hugs and then left.
As soon as the front door closed, Steve pulled you back into a hug. “I still can’t believe you’re here” you mumbled, holding him tightly.
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"Natasha: Thanks, Sam.
Sam Wilson: Don't thank me.
Natasha: I'm not thanking that thing.
Sam Wilson: His name is Redwing.
Natasha: I'm still not thanking it.
Sam Wilson: He's cute. Go on, pet 'em."
I also wish we could have seen more of them too. I had a dream last night that they were living in Louisiana and having a baby together. Sam sucked out his gut and did the belly bump with her (gently) causing Natasha to call him a dork. My dreams have mostly been Marvel lately but I loved this dream.
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Pairing: Sam Wilson X gender neutral!Reader
Warnings: Descriptions of a panic attack.
Summery: Sam finds you while your having a panic attack and comforts you.
As soon as the meeting ended you raced out of the room and went down to a hallway that was almost always empty.
You pressed your back up against one of its walls as quick breaths left your lips.
For a big majority of that meeting, Tony just yelled at you as you didn’t do too well on the most recent mission and he kept telling you that you needed to do well on every single mission.
Being screamed at, especially by him, just made you feel like such a failure. You felt so embarrassed and just wanted to hide out in your room for the rest of the day.
You didn’t want anyone to bother you.
You let out a quiet whimper as tears fell down your warm cheeks and your breathing became even quicker.
You slid down the wall as you felt yourself become more and more upset as each second passed.
Sam went looking for you after you left this meeting.
As he looked for you, he thought about how Tony yelled at you for so long and how he hated hearing Tony scream at you about how you shouldn’t attend the next mission because of one small failure. He hated seeing that sad look on your face as you tried to keep yourself together.
He furrowed his eyebrows once he finally found you, he slowly walked up to you as he observed your panicked and sad state.
He softly placed his hand over yours as he sat down and continued to look at you. You hesitantly lifted your head and looked at him with an anxious look in your eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he kindly asked as he moved his hand up to your shoulder.
“I’m having a panic attack.” you simply muttered as you kept hyperventilating.
He paused for a moment and reached up to wipe some of your tears away. You subtly smiled at him for a second in response to his actions.
“I want to help you, what can I do to make you feel better?” he said gently.
You looked into his eyes again and shakily said, “I just want you to hold me. Please.”
He slowly took you into his arms and comfortingly rubbed your back, making sure not to upset you more. Your buried your face into his right shoulder and snaked your arms around his ribs.
As you got comfortable in his arms, he pressed a few light kisses to your tear stained cheeks, causing you to blush a bit.
“You don’t deserve to be spoken to like that. He’s putting too much pressure on you. I’m sorry that I didn’t defend you.” Sam quietly said.
You traced gentle circles along his spine as he told you this. You nodded into him a moment after he finished speaking.
The longer you rubbed circles into his back, the less tears you shed. It was nice having someone on your side who knew how to comfort you.
“It’s fine Sam, it’s not your fault. I just should have worked harder.” you said as you lifted your head from his shoulder.
“No (y/n), out of everyone on the team you work the hardest. Okay? Tony’s just an asshole who needs to be put in his place.” he said, sternly. ￼
You nodded and whispered a quiet ‘thank you’ to him.
You stared at the ground for a second then met his eyes again as you started to stand up. He did the same. He studied your face as he waited for you to speak.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to but, do you want to spend the rest of the day with me in my room or something? I still feel pretty shaken up and I really don’t want to be alone right now.” you said, nervously.
“Sure, I’d love to (y/n).” he said as a grin spread out across his face.
You smiled back at him as you motioned for him to follow you to your bedroom.
Tony stopped you two on the way there and tried to apologize to you, but Sam didn’t even let him get the chance to say anything.
“Nope, keep moving.” Sam said to Tony as he shook his head with disgust and put his hand on the small of your back.
You smiled at him again as you two walked away from Tony and kept walking in the direction of your room.
Once you both got to your bedroom, you laid down on your bed and patted the spot next to you as an invitation for Sam to join you. He beamed at you as he gratefully accepted this invitation.
Subsequently￼ after he laid down, you gently rested your head on his chest and hoped that you wouldn’t make him uncomfortable by doing this.
Sams chest vibrated below you with gentle laughter as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pressed the lower half of his face into your hair.
It felt calming to be with him like this.
A little while later you flipped on your stomach and looked up into his eyes as you began to talk. “Thanks for today, I really appreciate it. Usually, no one is able to comfort me, but somehow you can.” you said.
He ran his fingers across your jaw as he pointed your chin up a little bit. You stared at his face as your own hand found his jaw. You two stayed like this for a few moments before Sam replied. ￼
“You’re welcome, sugar.” he replied.
Your cheeks turned a light pink as you put your head back on his chest. He rested his hand on your hip as you got settled once again.
You snuggled into him as your mind began to race.
You thought about a lot of things, but you mostly thought about how you felt about Sam and what your friendship could possibly transform into.
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1945 - Part 2 - Bucky Barnes x Reader
a/n: Here is part two!!! This is about to become a series in itself, as I maybe landed this on a part where a third edition can be created! i honestly love this idea... i hope you guys enjoy this second part!
1945 (part one)
warnings: angst, yelling, crying
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“Wait a minute, you haven’t seen the woman since the war in… 1945? Buck, are you sure this is wise? Is she even alive?” Sam asked his friend as the two of them walked alongside each other along the streets of Romania. Bucky had the piece of paper that Zemo gave him crunched between his fingertips, his anxiety levels spiking.
“Sam,” He exhaled. “She was the love of my life.” This was a conversation he had never gone full depth in with someone, except for Steve, once he was back and semi-alright after the Zemo incident.
Sam looked at him, stopping in his tracks.
“I had plans after the fight was over, after Steve, her, and I stopped Zola,” He brought in a sharp breath, his chest tightening. “I was going to ask her to marry me. I thought we’d grow old together, have a family of our own… she did things for me, showed me things that any other woman simply couldn’t.”
Sam tucked his tongue in the inside of his cheek. “And Zemo ensured you she’s... “ Bucky nodded.
“He said she’s alive, but she went through exactly what I did. But I don’t understand, how did we not cross paths?”
“Are you sure you didn’t see her and Hydra simply wiped your memory of it?”
Bucky shook his head. “No, it would’ve come back by now.”
He half-smiled. “I find it funny that she chose to reside in Romania.” He whispered, Sam, looking at him.
“Future resting place?” Sam pondered.
Bucky smiled wider this time.
“Yeah… she loved the scenery when we visited. Said she always wanted to settle there with me.”
Bucky could feel his heart jumping inside his throat as he approached the numbered apartment. The door was a royal blue in color with the numbers 714 written across it.
“You got this?” Sam asked, more than ready to stand at Bucky’s side.
“Yeah,” He cleared his throat. “Thanks.”
Sam nodded his head and walked off from the door, ushering himself around the corner. Bucky inhaled deeply, the photograph in his hand that Zemo gave him. He looked down at it once, noting how gorgeous you looked, how in love he once was with you. Just like Steve’s admiration for Peggy Carter, Bucky felt the same for you, even after all the years.
He braced himself and knocked on the door. A few moments of sickening silence crowded his ears, his heart thumping harder behind his ribcage. He heard the lock click and the doorknob twisted. He embraced himself for what he was about to see.
The door slowly creaked open.
“Can I help you?” You muttered, staring at the person on your doorstep.
Bucky’s eyes widened at the sight of you. You looked just as you did the day he last saw you, except…
His eyes directed to your right arm, noting the metal arm, which had a star symbol on it, but not in reference to Hydra.
“(Y/N)?” He called your name.
Suddenly, you slammed the door shut and the force from it blew wind in Bucky’s face.
Bucky knocked on the door again but you yelled, “Go away!” to which Bucky hissed.
“Please, (Y/N), I just want to talk to you,” He pleaded behind the door, resting his hands across it.
A few moments later, the door slowly reopened and you stared at him in complete horror.
“Please tell me you know who I am,” Bucky begged. “Bucky? Bucky Barnes?”
“Who the hell is Bucky?” You turned your head to the side.
His heart shattered at the sound of your vile tone.
“You really don’t know me.” His voice cracked halfway through.
“(Y/N), are you alright? I heard you scream?” A woman appeared behind you. She was slender with dark hair, freckles, and a buff frame.
“Oh my God,” She noted as she gazed at you. “Sweetie, I think you need to go sit down for a moment, I’ll take care of this.” She looked at you. You stared back at Bucky, your mind turning gears to try and depict who this stranger was… or was he a stranger? You remained standing there, but it wasn’t until the woman spoke in Russian to you that your eyes flickered.
“Soldat, vernis' na svoye mesto.” Bucky quickly translated the words to, “Soldier, return to your seat.”
You turned into a hypnotic state as you marched back to the seat and sat down, eyes emotionless.
The woman then emerged from the apartment and shut the door.
“James Buchanan Barnes, I was wondering when you’d show up.” She snarled.
Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed. “Who are you again?” He questioned.
“Katherine Amerson, former Sergeant, ex-Winter Soldier, Ms. (Y/N)’s… helper. I'd also like to think best friend in these trying times, though.” She said with arms crossing over her chest. “You’re the ex-boyfriend, am I right?”
“Technically current boyfriend, as I don’t think we properly broke up from falling off a train together.”
She clicked her tongue, heel-studded boots clicking along the pavement.
“How in the world did you find her?”
“Does Zemo ring a bell?” He tossed back. Katherine chuckled.
“Yeah, I found out about your little gimmick to break him out of prison.”
Bucky shook his head. “Why did he decide to tell me she was alive? I have no clue. All I know is that it is not the same (Y/N) that I used to know.”
Katherine nodded. “She’s essentially damaged. When I escaped from AFTER, under Karmin, I was able to convince them to let me have (Y/N). She has killed so many people in her lifetime, had her memories shocked away, she’s broken, Bucky. You of all people should know how that feels.”
“So while I was Hydra’s toy, you and (Y/N) were with AFTER?”
Katherine nodded. “(Y/N), with her exquisite military skills and training, she fit the job they wanted. She was practically a war machine.”
Bucky bit his bottom lip, fearing for you. His heart ached at the torment you went through.
“Karmin Vozenilek wanted to out-perform what Arnim Zola was doing. She heard they were developing the Winter Soldier program, to which I know you ended up being a victim. So she developed her own source of super-soldier serum. Same techniques, brainwashing after each mission, do not let personal feelings be in the way,” She expressed.
Bucky shook his head.
“Bucky, her whole family was sent the notice she had died in combat. She’s never seen them, she now has recollection, but a lot of her memories… aren’t there. As you saw, she still follows Russian orders.”
He kicked the stone that was on the ground as he processed. “How do you remember everything and she doesn’t?”
Katherine looked hurt for a moment as she pondered her response to Bucky.
“I committed a selfish act.” She whispered, gazing down. “I had the choice. If I were to take (Y/N) and escape, only one of us could have our memories restored. I chose myself. Only because I didn’t want her to undergo the massive pain and hurt that I knew she would endure.”
Bucky fisted his hand and shook his head.
“She can get those memories back. They just have to be triggered. If I can remember who I was before, she can too.”
Katherine shook her head this time.
“Bucky, I would easily tell you no. But I remember when I met (Y/N), before we were even super soldiers together, she had photographs of you and her, everywhere. Said you were the one for her.”
Bucky nodded. “I loved her too… I still love her. Looking at her face, she looks so broken.”
Katherine sighed deeply. “She is. Her memories can be restored, I know who to go to, but (Y/N) performed a massacre on the poor man’s wife beforehand, so he’s essentially not the person to go to.”
Bucky shook his head.
“We can help her.”
Bucky and Katherine walked back into the apartment to see you still in your seat, not having moved an inch.
“(Y/N), you need to sit down with this man. His name is James Buchanan Barnes, former Sergeant of the 107th Infantry. You know him as Bucky.”
You carefully looked at him, your mind turning circles to try and adhere.
“Doll, it’s me,” Bucky said audibly.
Suddenly, your eyes flooded with tears as you gazed at him.
“I-I don’t know who you are, I’m sorry!” You cried in agony, Bucky’s heart-shattering for what felt like the millionth time.
“Would you accompany her if I were to bring her back to the United States with me?”
Katherine’s eyes widened.
“It’s either I get her to remember me the normal way, or I try and convince whoever this man is to reverse the process and give her memories back.”
Katherine looked down at you and brushed her fingers through your hair soothingly.
“(Y/N), why don’t you go lay down?” She asked as you shyly stood up and made your way to the upstairs.
“I’m ready for anything, Barnes.”
Bucky simply nodded, half-smiling.
He was never more ready for a mission in all of his life.
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