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violetfaust43 minutes ago
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I'm reading all these cute headcanons about how Bucky wheedles Sam into accepting Alpine, and yes that is high-quality content 馃憤 BUT...
As if, as if, Sam Wilson was not the kid who fed every stray dog and feral cat in the neighborhood, as if he wasn't the one who brought home any wounded animal or bird with a broken wing, and that one time a baby gator, as if he didn't volunteer at the animal shelter on weekends when he lived in DC...
Redwing, btw, is almost certainly named after a real bird that Sam rescued when he was a child, probably one of these guys:
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(American kestrel, or sparrow hawk, one of three types of falcons found in Louisiana)
And yes, mini!Sam did think he could talk to it.
Anyway, there's Bucky still at his apartment in New York all worried that Sam won't take to this straggly little deaf kitten he found, while meanwhile in Louisiana is working on this elaborate scheme to tempt a feral old black-and-white tomcat (Figaro) into friendship.
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spideyhexxan hour ago
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the question is鈥ould Bucky ask Sam for advice before he goes on a date?
Cause I think he wouldn鈥檛 until Sam is staying at his apartment in Brooklyn for a few nights and Bucky let鈥檚 it slip he has a date and Sam is begging him to tell him all about the girl
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marvelmareean hour ago
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Sam Wilson definitely has wind chimes in his garden.
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chokemewanda2 hours ago
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Warnings: swearing, over-bearing brother!sam, talks of abuse, smut, dirty talk, blink and you miss it breeding kink
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Bucky doesn鈥檛 talk much. Unless what he has to say is important.
This is inspired by a line from @river-soul 鈥榮 Bucky x Reader x Andy Barber fic called Nothing鈥檚 Better Than This (which is amazing even if you don鈥檛 read Andy Barber you should check it out 馃サ) the line that inspired this fic was: No stranger to your boyfriend鈥檚 dirty talk, it still never ceases to amuse you how someone who normally speaks so little can鈥檛 seem to shut up once his cock is inside you.聽Which should tell you all you need to know.
Communication in a relationship is key. That was a fundamental rule of life. Gravity made things fall down, a watched pot never boiled and without communication a relationship would fall apart before it really got a chance to begin.
That鈥檚 why Sam worried about you. He had always worried about you. It was his job as an older brother to worry and your relationship with the newly reformed assassin Steve brought home was no less worrisome for Sam.
You trusted Bucky. He had been improving dramatically, barely slipping up. He had awful nightmares, waking the whole compound with his screams but there wasn鈥檛 one person that could say they hadn鈥檛 been in his position.
So when you came on the scene, new and fresh, Sam worried. You were only supposed to come by to see him while you鈥檇 been up for a job interview in New York. Just one day, one visit.
Except you鈥檇 gotten the job. Your visits became weekly, more and more frequent until Sam couldn鈥檛 go two days with you 鈥榙ropping by鈥. He was glad to have you, over the moon to get to play the big brother card.
He hadn鈥檛 been prepared for finding you in Bucky鈥檚 arms. You had already said your goodbyes to your older brother over an hour ago. So he couldn鈥檛 understand why he could hear your voice on his way back from the gym.
He鈥檇 paused on the corner of the corridor, the reflection from the window showing him something he could barely believe, you standing outside Bucky鈥檚 bedroom, gathered up in his arms.
He could hear you speaking quietly but nothing from Bucky which was the only thing about the situation that made any form of sense. Bucky didn鈥檛 talk.
When Sam rounded the corner Bucky鈥檚 eyes shot up, taking in his clenched fists and narrowed eyes before maneuvering himself to stand in front of you. You peaked over his shoulder, wondering what he saw as a threat and you winced when you spotted your older brother.
鈥淚s someone going to tell me what鈥檚 going on here?鈥 Sam asked, rage boiling in his voice in a way you hadn鈥檛 heard it before. You attempted to push out from behind Bucky鈥檚 arm but he held you in place, one look letting you know why.
鈥淗e won鈥檛 hurt me.鈥 You promised, pressing your hand to Bucky鈥檚 cheek and he blinked once, slowly before moving to stand behind you.
鈥淲on鈥檛 hurt you? I鈥檓 not the one you should be worried about! What the hell do you think you鈥檙e doing?鈥 Sam asked, finger pointed in your face just like your mother used to.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 think we should yell.鈥 You raised your hands, placating. 鈥淚 also think we鈥檙e all grown adults who can make their own decisions.鈥
鈥淐learly fucking not.鈥 Bucky鈥檚 hand fisted in the back of your sweater at Sam鈥檚 tone and you knew he was nervous, conflict had that effect on him. He expected pain at every turn and he was just beginning to realize it wasn鈥檛 always so.
鈥淪am.鈥 You leveled him with your best stern look, one Sarah thought you in the early days of babysitting her boys. 鈥淚 asked you not to raise your voice.鈥
鈥淗ave you lost your damn mind?鈥 You took an aborted step forward, Bucky鈥檚 grip holding you in place. Sam鈥檚 eyes locked in on your movements and he gritted his teeth, jaw clenching. 鈥淵ou best let go.鈥
鈥淪hut up.鈥 You warned your brother, turning in Bucky鈥檚 grip to look up at him. 鈥淪am is not a threat. He鈥檚 upset and he鈥檚 angry but he won鈥檛 hurt me.鈥
Bucky doesn鈥檛 look overly sure, looking over your shoulder at Sam who鈥檚 watching the interaction closely. You place a hand over his heart, drawing his attention back to you. You lock stares for a second before his fingers unclench, releasing you.
鈥淚鈥檓 gonna go home now. Sam is gonna come with because I don鈥檛 entirely trust him to be here with you while he鈥檚 this mad.鈥 Bucky鈥檚 face dropped, his anxious expressing showing you exactly what he thought of that. 鈥淚 promise you, I鈥檓 safe.鈥
Sam, for all his anger took a deep breath, unclenching his fists. 鈥淚鈥檓 calm. Besides Y/N would whoop my ass before I even get a chance.鈥
A small smile graced Bucky鈥檚 lips for a second before his frown returned. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and nodded, stepping back from you into his room. 鈥淚鈥檒l call you, okay?鈥
鈥淲hat鈥檚 the point? He won鈥檛 talk anyway.鈥 Sam scoffed. You pressed a kiss to the tips of your fingers, blowing Bucky a kiss which he caught, eyes still locked in yours.
鈥淵ou talk out of turn again and I鈥檒l call Sarah down here to kick your ass for me.鈥 You warned Sam, following him down the corridor to his room so he could gather his things. When you looked over your shoulder Bucky had stepped out into the corridor again, watching you.
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鈥淵ou can鈥檛 tell me you thought this through.鈥 Sam was sitting in your passenger seat, arms folded like a petulant teenager. You refused to acknowledge him, focusing on the drive back to the city. 鈥淪o now you鈥檙e ignoring me?鈥
You continued driving, not looking away from the road and Sam took the hint, taking a few deep breaths to calm his anger. When he finally sighed You looked over at him quickly and then back to the road. 鈥淏etter?鈥
鈥淲hen did this happen?鈥 He asked and you knew from his voice that while he was calmer than before, he was one answer away from yelling all over again.
鈥淭he first night I came to visit.鈥 You told him honestly. You weren鈥檛 going to lie to your brother and you knew you should鈥檝e come forward a long time ago.
鈥淵ou fucked-鈥 You held a hand up to interrupt him and then went back to watching the road as he took another deep breath. 鈥淵ou slept with Bucky after just meeting him?鈥
鈥淲ho was the last person you had sex with?鈥 You asked Sam and looked over in time to catch him wince, his face pulled up in disgust. 鈥淓xactly, as siblings I think it鈥檚 best that we don鈥檛 discuss when or if Bucky and I have slept together.鈥
鈥淵ou can鈥檛 blame me for being mad.鈥 Sam bit out and you sighed, slowing the car down as you hit traffic coming into the city.
鈥淚 know.鈥 You told him quietly. 鈥淎t first I didn鈥檛 say anything because I wasn鈥檛 sure what it was. We were just friends, he sat a little close, listened to me when my voice got lost in a group. It was nice but I didn鈥檛 want to assume anything.鈥
鈥淪o in the six months that have passed there was never a time where either of you wanted to tell me?鈥 Sam asked, his hand clenching on his thigh. 鈥淢an, I thought he was my friend.鈥
鈥淏ucky wanted to tell you almost straight away.鈥 You admit, hands clenched on the wheel. 鈥淚 wouldn鈥檛 let him.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 sure.鈥 Sam sounded anything but believing and you sighed, indicating to change lane. 鈥淵ou鈥檝e never kept a secret from me.鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know if it鈥檚 my place to tell you this. You鈥檙e part of a very small group that Bucky trusts with his whole heart.鈥 You told Sam and he looked shocked, eyes flickering to you and back to the road. 鈥淚t鈥檚 just you and Steve in that compound that he feels comfortable with and I didn鈥檛 want to take you away from him.鈥
鈥淗ow the hell am I supposed to know when he never speaks?鈥 Sam asked and you gave him a look, the car at a stand still in traffic. 鈥淵eah, I know.鈥
鈥淗e says a lot without words. You know that.鈥 You reminded him and he sighed heavily. 鈥淚 understand this is hard for you. I also know that keeping it a secret was wrong.鈥
鈥淵ou love him?鈥 Sam asked, picking at a hang nail. You considered his question, weighing the idea on your tongue. You hadn鈥檛 told Bucky you loved him, not in so many words. But you had held him after his nightmares, combed his hair back from his face on days when all he wanted to do was curl up with you in his room.
鈥淵eah. I love him.鈥 You told Sam and the relief of the words finally leaving your lips was like a weight off your chest. The silence was filled by the rev of the engine as the traffic finally began to clear. 鈥淭hink he might be it.鈥
鈥淒ad always said that a relationship needs communication.鈥 Sam told you quietly and you paused to spare a moment for your wise old man, sending him love wherever he was. 鈥淵ou able to do that with him?鈥
鈥淵ou saw us back at the compound.鈥 You told Sam who nodded. 鈥淒id it seem like there was a break in communication between us?鈥
鈥淣o. I think you understood him better than Steve does most days.鈥 Sam told you and you felt yourself blush with the praise, your cheeks heating up. 鈥淗e needs someone like you.鈥
鈥淪omeone like me?鈥 You asked carefully, unsure where Sam was going with this.
鈥淪omeone who never knew Bucky. Who never heard the stories of the before or during or after. Someone who just see鈥檚 him. The amalgamation of Bucky and Soldat and James.鈥 Sam told you. You indicated into a parking space and sat staring at the wheel.
鈥淵ou gonna be cool about this?鈥 You ask and Sam sighs, resting a hand on your shoulder. You turn to look at him, delighted to see his signature grin back.
鈥淚鈥檓 gonna give him shit for dating you. It鈥檚 my job as a big brother.鈥 You couldn鈥檛 ask for anything else.
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Anyone in the compound could count the number of words they had heard Bucky say on two hands. He used limited vocabulary and relied on expressions and movements to get his point across.
Sam had heard a few mumbled sentences, Steve got a little more. It was just how Bucky operated. He preferred not to speak after decades of being punished when he did.
What no one knew was that Bucky had a lot to say. He just held it all in because none of it was ever important enough to risk punishment. Steve assured him that the danger was gone but after years of it, he would need a little more than some convincing words.
You heard very little from him, mumbled whispers against your ear, quiet requests and soft greetings were how he managed. You got very good at reading his expressions and in dire cases for bad days, you learned a little bit of ASL.
Nothing could have prepared you for the first time you heard Bucky speak louder than a whisper. You鈥檇 paused, terrified something was wrong with the groan he had let out. 鈥淪o fuckin鈥 good.鈥
You had sex before, multiple times even where the best you had gotten was quiet grunts and whispered prayers. You鈥檇 switched things up today, you were on top, sliding down his length.
鈥淪o fuckin鈥 tight around me. Like you were made to take this cock.鈥 His hands rested on your hips, convincing you to go the rest of the way down, whimpering at how full he made you feel. 鈥淔eels like heaven, like an angel. Can鈥檛 believe how good you feel on my cock.鈥
One buck of his hips had you falling forward, scrabbling for purchase on his chest. Your nails dug in to the flesh and he moaned loudly. 鈥淕onna mark me up? Make sure everyone knows it鈥檚 you that sits on this dick?鈥
You couldn鈥檛 believe the way he was speaking, thick Brooklyn accent taking precedent as he babbled on about how tight you were around him and how good you felt. You came embarrassingly fast with little to no assistance besides Bucky鈥檚 massive cock.
鈥淚鈥檓 not done yet, sweetheart. You鈥檙e gonna have to fuckin鈥 hold on because I鈥檓 gonna cum so deep in you that you鈥檒l be ruined for anyone else. Mine, my tight little hole.鈥 The filth that fell from his lips had you rocking your hips, helping him to his release and ignoring the sparks of pleasure that bordered in pain from over stimulation.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 it baby. Gonna cum so deep in you. Fill you fuckin鈥 up with my seed. You like that, huh? Like the thought of me leaking outta your abused little hole?鈥 He stilled his hips, pressed into you as deep as he could get. He groaned loudly after his orgasm, fingers clenching on your hips tightly.
鈥淲hat the fuck was that?鈥 You asked breathlessly and Bucky looked up, a smirk on his lips.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 care if there鈥檚 a punishment coming. Had to let you know how fucking good you feel wrapped around my cock like that.鈥
So sure, Bucky didn鈥檛 talk much. It didn鈥檛 stop you both communicating.
This is my first time writing gn!smut, it鈥檚 also my first time writing a POC!character, inferred by the fact that Sam is r鈥檚 sibling. Please let me know if I have slipped up in either regard.
Feedback is much appreciated.
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donaweasley4 hours ago
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Rain and Fire
Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader
Plot:
Our Avenger Loki is here again! Sam and you had been teamed up with our favourite trickster to derive data from an old HYDRA base, and take it out.
Everything goes well, until the weather starts posing problems of its own. But as they say, some blessings come in (stormy) disguises!
Warnings: An annoying Sam, and maybe a clich茅 plot?
Read time: ~22mins
(I'm sorry, I went on scribbling, and had a hard time trying to pull the brakes!)
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鈥淗ow much farther is it?鈥 Loki had to shout to get heard over the deafening sound of the wind and the rain.
鈥淕PS says it鈥檚 28 minutes away,鈥 (Y/N) shouted back.
鈥淒id no one check with the weather guy?鈥 Sam sounded more pissed off than the Asgardian drama queen.
鈥淎pparently, they did鈥, (Y/N) quipped 鈥渁nd they presumed that it would be the perfect day for a little romance with the bad guys.鈥
Sam, Loki and (Y/N) had successfully executed their mission, and had ever since been trying to reach the safehouse. The original plan was to have the Quinjet ready as soon as they gave the green signal. But with the recent twist in weather, there was no way that it could be deployed.
So, here they were now, trying to find their way to the safehouse which was a decent 15 kms away from the location of the mission. If exhaustion wasn't enough of a barrier, the storm definitely was, easily making their destination seem double the actual distance.
After seemingly a millenium, they reached what looked like the flimsiest buildings of all time.
鈥淚鈥檓 not staying in there,鈥 Loki declared as soon as he set eyes on it.
鈥淢e neither,鈥 Sam echoed the trickster鈥檚 thoughts.
鈥淚鈥檇 rather stay out-鈥
(Y/N) never got to finish her line. A bright violet light filled the neighbourhood, instantly followed by an ear-splitting crack.
The close proximity of the thunderclap made her scream and jump involuntarily, only to earn a chuckle from Loki.
鈥淲hat? I didn鈥檛 grow up with the God of Thunder!!鈥 she snapped. 鈥淥kay, I-I鈥檇 rather die of that roof falling on me than be charred by another one of those.鈥
鈥淭here鈥檚 no way I鈥檓 goin鈥 in there!鈥 Sam stood his ground.
Another crack shattered the air.
鈥淔ine, I鈥檒l accompany you. But only to make sure that you stay safe,鈥 Sam stated nervously as he darted behind her into the house.
鈥淎re you going to stay here and have a chat with your brother?鈥 she looked over her shoulder, and shouted at Loki.
鈥淲ell,鈥 he sighed, 鈥済uess I鈥檓 not really a fan of that either. So...鈥 he shrugged.
鈥淵eah,鈥 Sam smirked, 鈥淚 know you鈥檙e dying to get inside,鈥 he finished with a wink, earning a tight-lipped glare from the God.
Once inside the 鈥渟afety鈥 of the house, the three of them stared at their shelter for the night. If the roof falling in was what they were initially worried about, they were now concerned about being suffocated by the horrid smell engulfing the place.
鈥淭his is the filthiest safehouse that I鈥檝e ever seen!鈥 (Y/N) scoffed.
The floors were damp and creaky. Thin trails of water leaking from the edges of the ceilings had left their stains on the walls. The way the wind fought against the windows, it seemed unlikely that they would be able to sustain through the night. The wood in the fireplace was home for wild mushrooms. And a pungent smell of damp and rotting wood hung heavily in the air.
How the place had been holding itself over the years was a big mystery.
鈥淎re you sure this is the one?鈥 Sam looked at the place with disgust.
鈥淵ou wanna cross-check? Feel free to do so,鈥 she hissed. 鈥淲hat are you doing?鈥
Her attention was diverted by Loki who was staring at the fireplace intently, with one hand extended towards it. Just two seconds after the question, a blazing fire appeared out of nowhere.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e welcome,鈥 Loki offered a 鈥渂enevolent鈥 smile at his companions.
(Y/N)鈥檚 lips fought hard against a grin that threatened to spill out. She was not only grateful but was thoroughly impressed with Loki鈥檚 wide variety of skills. But feeding his already swollen ego was something that she preferred to refrain from.
This may also be fanned by the fact that she had been harbouring a steadily growing fondness for the God of Mischief. She hated to admit it even to herself; after all why encourage a dream that is eventually going to be crushed by reality? There was no way that he - a God, an Asgardian, someone with such refined tastes, an arrogant ass - would ever return her feelings.
So, instead, she decided to swallow all her feelings, and continue as co-workers. But are feelings actually that easy to swallow? Especially when you鈥檙e living everyday under the same roof?
鈥淵eah, thank God someone knows magic!鈥 she rolled her eyes, and walked past him to examine the rest of the house.
鈥淥h, you don鈥檛 really have to thank me, mortal,鈥 Loki grinned, and in the blink of an eye, he was completely dry as if he had never stepped out in the rain at all.
Once (Y/N) disappeared into the adjacent room, Sam nudged him in the ribs, and whispered, 鈥淗ey, care to use that same trick on me? By the way, that was one good move!鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛!鈥 Loki raised a finger at him. 鈥淓ither you stop your nonsense or I turn you into a goat! Your choice.鈥
鈥淲ell, I鈥檓 sure that鈥檚 not gonna impress her.鈥
鈥淎nd why would I even try to do that?鈥
Sam simply gave him a sly smile and a you-can鈥檛-fool-me look.
Loki鈥檚 ears had the faintest hint of red. 鈥淎lright, I have no idea what you鈥檙e talking about but hush. Now!鈥
鈥淚 will, if you just tell her.鈥
鈥淭ell who what?鈥 (Y/N)鈥檚 voice hit Loki like a whiplash out of the blue.
She eyed him up and down, and stated (more in frustration than in surprise), 鈥淵ou鈥檙e dry!鈥
For a few seconds, he stood frozen, scared that she might have heard more than what he鈥檇 like her to.
Sensing Loki鈥檚 comical state, Sam stepped forward, 鈥淭ell you!鈥
鈥淢e?鈥 Her eyebrows laced together in confusion.
鈥淵eah! He wanted to tell you how much he-鈥 Sam鈥檚 words waltzed out of his mouth only to be stopped roughly by Loki鈥檚 loud voice.
鈥淚 DON鈥橳 THINK,鈥 he noticed how he got her startled and instantly dropped his voice to a more polite range, 鈥渢hat鈥檚 how a lady should be...told.鈥
鈥淲ill any one of you sensible beings tell me what鈥檚 going on?鈥 she was losing patience now.
And it wasn鈥檛 something to be blamed on her. They were exhausted from the mission, had to walk for over two hours in the storm, they were drenched and shivering, and what they got for shelter for the night was a rotting old house. The only food that they had were the few protein bars that she had packed while leaving the compound. When they鈥檇 receive any backup was absolutely uncertain.
鈥淲ell,鈥 Loki responded with an uncharacteristically shaky voice, 鈥淚 was suggesting that you could take the couch while Sam and I could rest in the other room.鈥
She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head. Was that all the fuss about? 鈥淲orks for me, yeah. I鈥檓 sure any place here would be damp and filled with bugs.鈥
鈥淭hat鈥檚 the point, actually. The couch can be moved near the fireplace, so you'll be warm,鈥 Loki explained.
鈥淲ow! You do care a lot about her comfort!鈥 Sam exclaimed dramatically.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 what a smart gentleman does, Sammy,鈥 she defended Loki.
She defended him! Loki鈥檚 brain malfunctioned for a few seconds as it wondered if she really did compliment him or if she was simply pulling his leg. She was usually nice to him but when it came to shooting sarcasm and teaming up with others for a playful bully time, she seemed to quite enjoy her share.
鈥淲ell, good to see you two warm up,鈥 Sam left the room with a sly smile, leaving both Loki and (Y/N) flustered.
Hardly a couple of seconds later, he returned. 鈥淗ey, use some of your witchcraft to dry me off?鈥
鈥淣o,鈥 Loki deadpanned.
Sam shook his head and disappeared back into the room.
鈥淐are to clean this bed?鈥 His voice bellowed across the rooms.
鈥淣o,鈥 the sorcerer shouted back.
(Y/N) chuckled at the banter. Surely, Sam had a way of pissing people off if he wanted to, and Loki was his latest toy.
Her amusement was replaced with awe as a green light appeared around her, and soon her dripping form was dry, just like Loki鈥檚.
鈥淚 said I won鈥檛 do it for him,鈥 he answered her silent question.
鈥淭hank you,鈥 she laughed at the silly way these two fought, 鈥渂ut y鈥檏now, I don鈥檛 think he should be left all drenched.鈥
鈥淢aybe for another hour?鈥
鈥淚 know he pisses you off but...please? The house is already damp enough. Don鈥檛 want to add a walking piece of dampness to it,鈥 she winked.
How could he refuse that face?
He sighed in defeat, 鈥淔ine! Just a few minutes more.鈥
She huffed and held her thumbs up at him.
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Loki wasn鈥檛 a man of his word but he did keep the promise that he made to (Y/N). Sam was lying flat on his back, still soaked, but snoring softly, when he used his magic on him. Additionally, he also used his talents to make sure that his side of the bed was clean while neatly avoiding Sam鈥檚 side.
It was almost 3 AM, but sleep seemed to have abandoned Loki for good. The thundering was but only another means to keep him tossing and turning on the hard mattress.
Just as he felt like he was finally drifting off, he heard murmuring and the clank of something light from the living room. He quietly stepped out of the room to check on (Y/N).
He found her standing behind the couch with her hands on her hips, her back towards him. The top half of her suit was lying on the back of the couch along with her tank top and the utility belt.
Loki gaped at her form with boyish wonder: her hair was pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head, a black sports bra covered her torso, giving her a feminine yet strong look, while the leggings from her suit elegantly hugged her curves. The glow of the fire gave her an aura that Loki could identify with only something divine.
Either he had wondered something aloud or she had sensed someone because she suddenly turned on her heels, and froze. A distinct red tinted her ears and cheeks as she stood enchanted by the fire dancing in those green eyes.
Loki was the first to snap out of the trance that the rain and the fire had conspired in the room. He cleared his throat and apologised.
鈥淚...I heard some noise, and so...came in to make sure that you鈥檙e alright. I should have knocked,鈥 he spoke with his gaze focused on the floor.
Had it been any other team member, perhaps she wouldn鈥檛 have been so uncomfortable. But somehow the man managed to pull out all the deepest feelings inside her. That was something really unnerving.
Her hands instinctively folded in front of her chest. Shifting on her feet, she stammered, 鈥淲ell, it鈥檚 my fault actually. I thought you guys had dozed off. So...didn鈥檛 bother locking the door,鈥 the last few words were muttered under her breath, more to herself than to Loki.
鈥淲hat were you doing anyway? Are you alright?鈥 his voice was laced with genuine concern. His eyes, however, fleeted between her face and the floor.
鈥淯gh...it鈥檚 this back pain. It鈥檚 getting worse and worse,鈥 she grumbled while reaching into her bag that was perched atop the couch. 鈥淚 was wrestling with this,鈥 she waved an analgesic spray in her hand, 鈥渂ut I guess my arms aren鈥檛 in their best shape right now.鈥
This time Loki looked directly at her. He took a couple of slow steps towards her.
鈥淢ay I?鈥
鈥淵a, sure,鈥 she nodded with a blush, and turned around after handing him the can.
鈥淩ight here...and here,鈥 she pointed towards the affected areas.
She held her breath as the spray seeped into her skin.
鈥淚鈥檇 warned you to leave that big guy for me,鈥 Loki spoke softly as he carried on with his ministrations.
鈥淚t was fun,鈥 she huffed, 鈥渁nd he had pissed me off.鈥
鈥淎nd what about this?鈥 Loki handed her the can.
鈥淧art of the job,鈥 she said as she turned to face him. 鈥淭hank you!鈥
鈥淎ny time!鈥 Loki smiled.
He smiled, which was unusual because he would always be found wearing a smirk or a devilish grin or an exaggerated simper.
The awkwardness was gone. But the air was heavy with something else. It was comfortable yet overwhelming.
Loki slowly leaned forward. Her breath hitched in her throat but she did not protest. Rather, something inside her refused to protest. She liked it but was equally scared.
What Loki did made her heart swell. He reached behind her to get her tank top. Handing it to her, he turned to face away from her.
As she slipped into the garment, she wondered how somebody so arrogant and smug could be so gentle. She wanted to scream as her feelings for him reached another menacing level.
鈥淵ou may turn,鈥 she couldn鈥檛 afford more than a whisper.
Loki was beautiful, she had always observed. But the flames did something to that face, to those eyes. He really looked like a God now - mesmerizing and powerful yet gentle and loving. She felt like, at that moment, there was no way one could associate him with the title of the 鈥楪od of Mischief鈥.
鈥淕et some sleep,鈥 Loki interrupted her thoughts, causing her to blink, 鈥淐all me if you need anything.鈥
鈥淎ctually, I can never sleep through a thunderstorm,鈥 she confessed.
She no longer bothered if he鈥檇 make fun of her because something inside her heart assured her that he wouldn't, that she could confide in him her worst fears and her fanciest dreams.
鈥淵es, it鈥檚 rather disturbing. I鈥檓 not fond of it either.鈥
鈥淩eally? And I thought that you鈥檇 be quite used to it.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 used to it, yes, but not a fan of it,鈥 he explained with a smile.
鈥淩ight,鈥 she nodded. 鈥業diot, me!鈥
鈥淪o...are you going to spend the night sitting here?鈥 he asked.
鈥淕uess I don鈥檛 have an option,鈥 she shrugged.
鈥淢ay I join you?鈥 The words slipped out of his lips before he could rethink about it. 鈥淚f you don鈥檛 mind, that is.鈥
鈥淲hy would I mind? I鈥檇 love your company. A company,鈥 she quickly tried to cover her slip up. 鈥淣ot that your company is bad. It鈥檚 quite good, actually.鈥 She sighed heavily, 鈥淪orry, it鈥檚 probably exhaustion. Just-鈥
He laughed softly. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 okay.鈥
She shifted her bag to a table, and plopped down on the couch, only to feel slightly embarrassed by her own action as she observed Loki sit down gently, in a way that could have only been taught in palaces.
A few minutes passed in silence. Not an uncomfortable silence where one feels the urge to fill the space with meaningless words, but a pleasant one. Loki noticed the way she winced at each clap of thunder that landed somewhere nearby.
鈥淢y brother can be really annoying at times,鈥 he remarked.
鈥淗mm? Oh!鈥 She laughed. 鈥漌e both know that鈥檚 not your brother.鈥
鈥淚 can tell you it is. He鈥檚 really irritating.鈥
Her smile faltered as her eyes narrowed, and Loki could tell that she was doubting herself. He simply raised his brows at her.
鈥淭rickster!鈥 She leaned forward to hit him playfully on the arm but quickly settled back as a jolt of pain seared through her back.
鈥淲hy don鈥檛 you lie down? I鈥檒l be right here,鈥 Loki had lost his humour, concern etched on his features, as he gently held her arm and helped her to get comfortable.
鈥淚t鈥檚 okay. I鈥檒l be fine by morning,鈥 she nodded lightly. 鈥淎nd I鈥檓 rather enjoying this...鈥 she gestured between the two of them, 鈥渃onversation. Unless you鈥檇 like to...鈥 She pointed to the other room where Sam was peacefully sleeping through the storm. She wondered how.
鈥樷橦e snores a lot,鈥 Loki scrunched his nose.
Damn! All (Y/N) wanted to do was to reach up and kiss the tip of his nose.
鈥淵es,鈥 she chuckled, 鈥渁nd pisses you off, too!鈥
鈥淭hat, too!鈥
She noticed the way Loki鈥檚 lips pursed and...was it her or was he really blushing?
This time the silence was indeed uncomfortable.
鈥淯mm,鈥 (Y/N) cleared her throat, 鈥淎bout all that teasing...actually...鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry, I-鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry, it鈥檚 all becau-鈥
The words vanished almost as quickly as they were uttered. Each person stared at the other, thoroughly confused.
鈥淵ou...were saying?鈥 She raised a hand towards Loki.
The words seemed to be caught in his throat. 鈥淣o, you go ahead.鈥
鈥淥kay,鈥 she nodded nervously and gulped. Darting her tongue between her lips, she began what looked like a confession.
鈥淚 know that Sam has been getting on your nerves lately. Others, too. I know it鈥檚 really annoying.鈥 Her gaze hardly moved away from the flames.
Loki shifted in his seat.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry, it鈥檚 because of me,鈥 she confessed.
His brows knit together as he leaned slightly forward, curiosity reeling him in.
With a fleeting glance at him, she resumed, 鈥淚 may have accidentally said something during our latest girls鈥 night out. I was drunk, and eventually, they got to that stupid part where they were discussing guys, and they cornered me, and I...鈥 the words rushed out like a bullet train, eventually slowing down to a whisper, 鈥渕ight have...well I did...slip something out.鈥
鈥淟ike what?鈥
A narrow - very narrow - ray of hope cracked through his doubts.
She observed the suspicious way in which he eyed her.
鈥淭hat...that鈥檚 classified! Until...you tell me why you apologised.鈥
鈥淚 didn鈥檛!鈥 Loki tried to keep a straight face.
鈥淟iar! And that鈥檚 a really poor one coming from the God of Lies,鈥 her laughter came out in wisps of warm breath.
Defeated, Loki looked at his lap where his hands were fiddling with each other.
鈥淚 thought...鈥 His hesitation only fed her curiosity. 鈥淚 thought it was because of something that I had...well...confided in Thor. And him being the big-mouth that he is, he鈥檇 probably bellowed it across the compound, although he keeps denying it.鈥
鈥淎nd...what was it that you鈥檇 confided?鈥
鈥淭here鈥檚 no escaping this, is there?鈥 Loki sighed. His ears were a bright red by now.
She smiled and shook her head. It was either the dancing flames or her eyes really did dance with playfulness and curiosity.
鈥淧lease don鈥檛 get me wrong. I respect you a lot. You...your thoughts, your talents...I never meant anyone to make fun of...鈥 He was practically stumbling through his own thoughts.
鈥淟oki,鈥 she held his hands in hers, 鈥渋t鈥檚 okay. I trust you. I know that you鈥檇 never do anything that would hurt me.鈥
The sincerity in her voice and the warmth of her hands gently brought him down on stable ground. He weighed his options between telling her the truth and covering it up with a well-devised lie.
He chose to go with the truth.
What could he lose? If he really knew her, she wouldn鈥檛 misunderstand him. She wouldn鈥檛 sever their friendship. There was nothing to lose here, really, except for what he had already lost to her.
Looking into those eyes that anchored him down to Midgard, he finally spoke, 鈥淚鈥檇 told him that I...that I like you. A lot.鈥
A barely audible gasp escaped her throat.
When she did not flinch, he got the courage to continue, 鈥淚鈥檇 told him that I think too much about you to be considered normal. Or something like that. That I鈥檓 beginning to like Midgard, all because of you. Well, mostly because of you.
I鈥檇 asked him if this was what he felt for Jane. And I鈥檇 asked him a way out of this because...I cannot live with this odd feeling swelling up in my chest every now and then. Nor can I lose you because of anything stupid that I might have said just now.鈥
Neither noticed when their hands had slipped into each other鈥檚.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e not offended, are you?鈥 he asked cautiously, searching her eyes for any sign of anger or panic, but finding none. Instead they were glistening with moisture.
鈥楧id I make her cry now?鈥 he worried.
鈥淪ounds like the God of Chaos is going through a pretty chaotic time himself,鈥 she chuckled.
Loki couldn鈥檛 gauge her reaction. So, he simply stared at her, speechless, waiting for her to unveil the mystery.
鈥淎t the night out,鈥 she intertwined her fingers with his, intentionally this time, 鈥淚鈥檇 said that if I ever had to go on a romantic mission with anyone, it鈥檇 be you. I like you, too. A lot! As in, damn! You boost my heart rate every now and then. Like, right now, my insides are doing somersaults,鈥 she chuckled nervously.
Whether it was the happiness shining on her cheeks, or it was the faint rush of blood to her face as she finally confessed her feelings, or it was simply Loki鈥檚 love for her, he did not know. But to him, she seemed to be more attractive than ever before.
鈥楽he likes me. She likes me back. She wants to go on a romantic mission with me. She-鈥
鈥淲ait, what鈥檚 a romantic mission?鈥 he wondered aloud.
(Y/N) laughed. 鈥淥h, it鈥檚 just a silly made-up thing. Gibberish of the drunken minds! It鈥檚 like, umm..y鈥檏now, the kind of silly plots that they show in movies? Like, where the guy and the girl are forced to stay together for safety, and all those suppressed feelings of love come flowing out...鈥
鈥淟ike taking shelter in an abandoned, old, rickety house on a stormy night?鈥 Loki smirked.
鈥淚 guess so. And like staying up all night in front of the fireplace, confessing their feelings for each other? Yes. Sounds like it,鈥 she added.
鈥淢aybe not a silly gibberish after all.鈥
鈥淢aybe not.鈥
鈥淭ell me,鈥 Loki鈥檚 voice had almost drowned to a whisper, 鈥渨hat happens next? Do they kiss?鈥
His hand moved up to gently palm her cheek. A pleasant shiver ran through her as she leaned into his touch.
鈥淯sually they do,鈥 she barely heard her own voice as they leaned in.
鈥淢ay I?鈥 his question fanned her lips.
鈥淵es, please.鈥
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A buzz from his phone woke Sam up. Although it was pitch dark outside, the storm had ceased, leaving only a drizzle behind.
Not seeing Loki beside him, he tip-toed to the living room. The sight that he saw pulled a satisfied grin across his face.
He pulled out his phone to see the missed call, and dialled back.
鈥淗ey Tony,鈥 he whispered after a few seconds, 鈥淵eah, thanks. I鈥檒l tell them...Yep, they鈥檙e doing great. Just great! Tell the team to keep their bucks ready...Yeah, I won the bet. Oh, and tell Thor that it worked perfectly! The guy deserves a big treat.鈥
Putting the phone back in his pocket, he went back to bed with a large grin.
鈥楾hey鈥檒l know when the Quinjet arrives鈥, he thought to himself as he turned on his side.
It was then that he noticed how clean the other side of the bed was. Although he wanted to give the sorcerer a piece of his mind, he decided against it.
鈥楲et them have their moment鈥, he thought. After all, the entire team had been waiting for this exact moment!
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In the living room, oblivious to the weather outside, oblivious to Sam and his almost-interruption, Loki and (Y/N) were lost in each other.
Since the moment that their lips had connected, the world outside had become a blur, a muffled lullaby. The rain and the fire that had been witnessing them through the night, were now reflected in their kiss.
They had been looking for a home, and they had now found one when, ironically, they were forced under the roof of an old decaying house.
Loki had one hand on the nape of her neck and the other around her waist, wrapping himself as tight as possible around her. He felt like he had been thirsty for thousands of years, and had finally found water. He wasn鈥檛 letting her go. Never.
(Y/N) was seated on his lap, her legs wrapped around his slender waist, just like Loki had imagined when he had pulled her on top of him. Her hands now explored his chest and the night hidden in his hair.
They had waited for long, pined for long and now, at long last, they were on the same page. Nothing else mattered.
A whirring sound, gradually nearing the shelter, woke them up from their frenzy. It was the Quinjet, they realised with much disappointment.
鈥淒amn!鈥 (Y/N) breathed.
鈥淚鈥檇 like to court you properly,鈥 Loki whispered on her lips, his breathing erratic and heavy. 鈥淲ill you allow me to?鈥
She rested her forehead on his, their eyes still shut.
鈥淥f course, I will!鈥 She whispered back, panting just as much as him. 鈥淛ust for the record, you鈥檝e already won my heart.鈥
A smile touched his lips. He opened his eyes. 鈥淎nd you have mine.鈥
鈥淎hem!鈥
Startled, their heads shot towards the source of the noise.
Sam was leaning on the doorframe that led to the inner room. Smugness dripped from his smile.
鈥淪orry to interrupt but we gotta go.鈥
(Y/N) jumped off Loki鈥檚 lap, and landed on the floor rather awkwardly. Loki was standing beside her in a split second. They both looked like deers caught in the headlights.
鈥淲e...uhh...it was...um...we just...鈥 (Y/N) scratched her brain for a random explanation. Just anything!
鈥淲ere making out,鈥 Sam grinned. 鈥淚 know. I came in before to tell you that back up was on its way here, but...didn鈥檛 think it鈥檇 be appropriate to disturb you two.鈥
The new couple鈥檚 faces were as red as tomatoes.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 okay, we鈥檝e all been waiting for this. The way you two looked at one another...it鈥檚 a surprise that we had to wait for so long! Now, chop chop! The jet鈥檚 not gonna wait for us all night!鈥
As Sam walked towards the front door, Loki and (Y/N) glanced at one another.
鈥淟et鈥檚 continue this at the compound, shall we?鈥 Loki smirked.
鈥淢ost definitely!鈥 she grinned.
With a chaste kiss, they gathered their belongings, and jogged towards the jet hand-in-hand, hearts racing at the prospect of the new chapter that just got started.
鈥淪omeone鈥檚 got spring in their steps,鈥 Natasha called as they both stepped inside the jet.
鈥淛ust take us home,鈥 (Y/N) blushed.
鈥淭hat impatient? Fine!鈥
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multifandom-world85 hours ago
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TORN-CHAPTER 1
The snap changed all of our lives. Losing Steve was the hardest part for me, it was like losing a brother. Steve helped me train after I found out I had powers, he convinced fury to let me live by myself and not join shield and basically took care of me for as long as I can remember. After the snap I kept living my life pretty much the same until the day I heard that Sam Wilson gave his shield to the government. Then, merely a few days later John walker was declared as the new captain America which made my blood boil.
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Two hours after the announcement I get a phone call from Sam. 鈥淲hat the heck do you think you鈥檙e doing?鈥 I ask him angrily 鈥淟isten I know that you鈥檙e upset and you have every right to be, but I really need your help鈥 Sam sighs. 鈥淲ith what?鈥 I ask him. 鈥淎 group called the flag smashers, they鈥檝e been doing a lot of trouble lately. They鈥檙e based in East and Central Europe. They go by the Motto 鈥榦ne world one people鈥 鈥 he informs me. 鈥淚鈥檓 in send me the details鈥 I tell him. 鈥渢hanks y/n鈥 Sam says. 鈥淒on鈥檛 think I forgot you owe me an explanation鈥 I remind him. 鈥淎nd I will explain everything once you鈥檙e here鈥 he promises. 鈥淥kay鈥 I agree and hang up.鈥斺斺斺斺斺斺斺斺斺斺斺斺斺斺斺斺斺斺斺斺斺斺-When I arrive at our meeting location I see Sam waiting there for me. 鈥淗ello, how was the flight?鈥 He asks As he pulls me into a hug. 鈥淣ot so bad I guess鈥 I shrug 鈥淭hanks again for coming to help me out鈥 he says 鈥淵ou know I鈥檇 always help out someone who helped me out when I needed鈥 I remind him with a small smile.
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鈥淚 know those we鈥檙e definitely in-鈥 鈥淵ou shouldn鈥檛 have given up that shield!鈥 Sam is cut off by Bucky鈥檚 angry voice 鈥. 鈥淕ood to see you too buck鈥 Sam says sarcastically 鈥 This is wrong鈥. 鈥淗ey, hey, look, I鈥檓 working all right? So all this outrage is gonna have to wait, y/n and I have a mission鈥 Sam tells Bucky 鈥淵ou didn鈥檛 know this was going to happen?鈥 鈥淣o, of course I didn鈥檛 know that was gonna happen. You think it didn鈥檛 break my heart to see them marching him out there and call him Captain America?鈥 Sam sighs 鈥淟et鈥檚 just go Sam鈥 I tell him. 鈥淲hat is more important than this?鈥 Bucky asks us.
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鈥淭his guy. His connections with rebel organizations all over eastern and Central Europe and he鈥檚 strong, too strong鈥 Sam says as he shows Bucky the video of the flag smashers and Torres鈥. 鈥淭he organization he is connected to is called the flag smashers. We got their location, thanks to Redwing and are on our way to Munich鈥 I fill Bucky in. 鈥淚鈥檓 coming with you鈥 Bucky decides. 鈥淣o, you鈥檙e not鈥 Sam says, though he knows it鈥檚 not gonna stop Bucky. 鈥淲elcome to the team I guess鈥 I shrug.
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giodoodless6 hours ago
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i think A LOT about the idea of redwing having recordings of everything he and sam sees. Just imagine sam looking thru 'em one day, looking for an especific mission file and then there's bucky, laughing and scrunching his nose at sam, staring at him with heart eyes when he's not looking and sam feels this warm feeling in his chest. inserts italic oh here
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shieldforbucky7 hours ago
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鈥渨hat if i never love anyone the way i loved him?鈥 i asked the space
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鈥淵ou won鈥檛鈥 it replied 鈥淵ou never love the same way twice鈥
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whenweloveagain9 hours ago
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Take A Look At My Face (Sam Wilson x Reader)
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"You're such a quick girl (Y/N)."
"Father."
"Are you here to kill me?"
The mighty Titan. Who would have thought it? Here in his tent, slicing vegetables like some kind of Intergalactic Chef. And yet despite everything . . . Tentatively, you step closer. His face is scarred, his eyes downcast. This place is little more than a tent in a field.
"You promised me I would learn to live without love," you murmured. "So I tried to live as you wished me to. The result? Sam is dead. And I have never known pain like this. Why? Why did you not fulfil your promise?"
He sets the plate down. "It is true (Y/N). I wanted greatly to free from your sensitivity. From your aching pains. But to transfer your consciousness to an android body would have taken away what I admired most about you."
Instantly his neck is at the point of your sword. "Another game? What then? What did you admire most about me?'
Not a muscle moves. "I told you. Your heart. Your fire. And passion." He slaps your sword away with a sinister laugh. "Don't pretend you are sad. Your time with the human was always limited. I simply cut the string earlier than intended. He was a rat. I thank the stars every day that he never . . ."
"I'm carrying his child Father." There it is. The twisting of the lips, the clenching of the jaw and the only indication of anger you have seen since you arrived at the Garden. And guess what? You're addicted to it. "Yes there it is. Your worst fears. That I would grow to be a god like you. That I defiled myself with one of the humans you hate, that he touched me, and kissed me, and made love to me . . ." Every word you utter sees him turn a shade darker. "And yes. I loved him. I loved him more than I have ever loved you. If you want to kill me, now is the chance. You have the power. Kill me. And spare me from the dark days ahead."
Like a deflated balloon, he sags against the ground. A huff. "Fight all you wish. You think I call you daughter because I took you in? You know nothing. I call you daughter because I see more of myself in you than in any of my other children . . ."
"Liar!" The kick lands squarely against his face. The crunch does not satisfy you before you are punching him with all the force you can muster. "This was you! Everything I am is because of you and now Sam's dead and there's no one left to save you from me!"
"You will always be like me. That is enough."
You start chuckling. And then it hits you. Could he be right? Look at how quickly you leapt to defend yourself. To kill him. Look at what you are doing. You enjoy the blood as much as he did. The only difference is that you deny it.
"Take a look at my face," you growl as you let him drop to the floor. "Someone somewhere is coming for you. I may not be able to bring Sam back. But I want you to know that everything he stood for, the very ideals you spat on and dragged through the mud, I will proudly carry. Know that. And remember me well."
When you leave, you do not look back.
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thegeekybibliophile22 hours ago
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I just watched a 15 year old qualify for the Olympics in swimming.
Y鈥檃ll wanna know what I was doing at 15?
I had just gotten my learners permit while I was trying to decide whether I should pick Team Cap or Team Iron Man.
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flightlessangelwingsa day ago
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Pride Celebration Day 19: Dancing
Sam Wilson x gn!reader x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 835
Notes/Warnings: Requested by @dyke--grayson鈥 thanks so much! I had a lot of fun with this one! No warnings really, just pure fluff. I鈥檓 not doing taglists for the pride event but the masterlist is pinned to my profile for anything you may have missed.
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It was a sunny afternoon and you were home alone for now. Sam and Bucky were due back later in the evening from their mission, and you decided to spend the day cleaning the house to make it perfect for them. They had been gone for weeks now, and every day you missed them more and more, but today the three of you were finally reuniting. Of course, they called you as much as they could while they were away, but it wasn鈥檛 the same as having your boys home with you.
The sun shone brightly through the windows as you put on some music to make cleaning a little more fun. A lively tune played through the speakers and you swayed your hips as you grabbed the duster. You cleaned to the rhythm of the music until there was not a single speck of dust in the whole house, then you grabbed the vacuum and used it as a dance partner as you ran it through the floors.
Next, you moved into the kitchen and did the dishes in the sink before you wiped down the counters. All the time, you sang and danced along to the music that blasted from the living room. The only way it could have been better was if you had Sam and Bucky home with you to join you. Unbeknownst to you, the two men had just walked in the door and called your name.
Sam and Bucky set their bags down and shared a look when you didn鈥檛 answer right away. But, the sound of music that echoed through the house quickly told them why you didn鈥檛 hear them. They smirked at each other before they moved towards the back of the house where they found you in the kitchen with your back to them.
Both men stood frozen as they were met with the sight of your swaying hips and shimmying shoulders as you remained completely unaware that you were no longer alone. Sam moved first as he quickly made his way to you and put his hands on your hips. You yelped in surprise, but your body relaxed when you spun around and were met with the familiar soft eyes and bright smile that you had missed so much.
鈥淪am!鈥 you wrapped your arms around him and fell into his embrace. Over his shoulder you saw Bucky, who shared a soft smile with you as he slowly made his way over to the two of you.
鈥淎ren鈥檛 you a sight for sore eyes,鈥 Sam whispered into your ear as he held you tightly.
鈥淚 missed you so much,鈥 you replied as you broke away from the hug just enough to kiss him before you broke away completely and turned your attention to your other love, 鈥淚 missed you too,鈥 you addressed Bucky as you gave him a big hug and kiss as well.
鈥淵ou seemed very heartbroken without us,鈥 Bucky laughed against your skin as he returned your embrace.
鈥淗ey,鈥 you nudged him playfully, 鈥淚 was getting the house ready for you guys, but I wasn鈥檛 expecting you home til later.鈥
鈥淲e wanted to get home to you, baby,鈥 Sam replied.
鈥淎nd the house looks great, what are you talking about?鈥 Bucky added.
You nervously fiddled with your shirt, 鈥淲ell, I look a mess too,鈥 you bit your lip as you felt two sets of eyes on you, 鈥淚 wanted to look all nice for you guys after so long鈥︹
鈥淵ou look perfect, doll,鈥 Bucky quickly reassured you and Sam agreed. Two two men embraced you on either side and let you nuzzle yourself in between them.
鈥淗ey,鈥 Sam quipped after you all stood in a comfortable quiet for a moment with just the music in the background, 鈥淗ow about a dance?鈥
You met his gaze and your face lit up with a smile, 鈥淭hat sounds perfect.鈥
The song playing was a slower one, so the three of you just stayed together while you stayed locked in their arms. It took a few moments to find your rhythm, but once you did the three of you flowed together like you had been doing this your whole lives. In a way, maybe you had because it felt like your life finally started when you met Sam and Bucky. And they absolutely felt the same about you. The three of you were completely together, and none of you would change anything or give up what you had for the world.
The next song was a more upbeat one, and you quickly adjusted to the new rhythm and danced around like you did before. You grabbed both men by the hand and led them around as you danced in the space. Sam burst into laughter, and Bucky joined in right after as they both let you lead them around. Now that they were back, and the three of you danced together without a care in the world, everything felt just right. Like it was just meant to be.
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historygeekficsa day ago
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The Agent and The Falcon, Chapter 2
Chapter 2 of my Sam Wilson Steampunk AU fic, enjoy!
Please do not plagiarise, copy, or repost anywhere else.
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Agent Wilson follow the trail of Rumlow's murderer, uncovering some dark details along the way...
Warnings: Murder, blood, description of a murder scene, description of violent rituals, brief mention of racism, brief mention of surgery/anaesthesia. Strictly 18+, do not read or interact if you are under 18.
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favefandomimagines2 days ago
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A Little Too Late (b.b.)
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Summary: bucky tries to come back into your life after leaving you alone.
AN: i鈥檓 in the mood for some ANGST
You hadn鈥檛 known anything was wrong until you got back home and Bucky was packing his things.
After the blip, things became difficult. Bucky tried his best to settle into a normal routine and a normal life with you. But it wasn鈥檛 as easy as he had hoped.
His mind was riddled with nightmares every night and though you did your best to calm him down, he felt like nothing was helping. So Bucky decided he needed to go back and help Sam with missions. To try and find some sort of purpose and maybe Sam could give him the kick in the ass he needed to be better for you.
鈥淏ucky, what are you doing?鈥 You asked him as you walked into the bedroom. 鈥淚鈥檓 uh, going on a mission with Sam.鈥 He answered. 鈥淎 mission that requires all of your stuff?鈥 You questioned. 鈥淵/N, I think it鈥檚 best if I go off and figure some stuff out.鈥 He said.
You looked at him with furrowed brows before you scoffed and tossed your keys on the dresser. 鈥淔igure stuff out? I thought we were supposed to do that together.鈥 You said. 鈥淓verything鈥榮 just so complicated right now.鈥 Bucky replied.
鈥淲hy don鈥檛 you want to fight for us?鈥 You questioned. 鈥淏ecause maybe there鈥檚 nothing left to fight for.鈥 Bucky snapped, but he didn鈥檛 mean it. He just needed you to let him go and he knew you loved him so much you wouldn鈥檛 let that happen.
Bucky saw the hurt wash over your face as you looked at him. 鈥淔ine. Then leave. I hope I never see you again.鈥 You sneered, slamming the bedroom door in the process. He waited for a moment until he heard the front door slam shortly after.
It was your apartment technically but you couldn鈥檛 watch as Bucky seemingly walked out of your life and do it so easily. You didn鈥檛 know what to do or where to go from there. You were planning a whole life with Bucky and in one instant all of that was gone.
It had been four and a half years since you saw Bucky Barnes. And in that time, you found out you were pregnant. You and Bucky hadn鈥檛 necessarily been careful when it came to that.
The last thing you wanted was to raise a baby without him but you persisted. And you have birth to Henry Stephen Barnes, who was the spitting image of his father.
Being a single mother was no easy feat but given that you were raised by a single mother, you learned from the best. You didn鈥檛 tell anyone about Henry at first, in fear of it getting to Bucky. You knew your son needed his father but Bucky was the one who walked out on you and your relationship. You didn鈥檛 know how to contact him anyways.
The only person you told besides Sarah was Wanda. She helped as best she could but she herself was going through some hard times and you understood that.
You gave Henry the best life you could and though it wasn鈥檛 much, he was still a very happy and bubbly toddler.
Sam and Bucky landed in DC after a rather successful mission and were met with a call from Sarah.
鈥淗ey, Sarah.鈥 Sam greeted her and put the phone on speaker. 鈥淗ey, what is Y/N鈥檚 new address? I want to send her some stuff for Henry.鈥 Sarah asked.
Bucky and Sam exchanged a glance, Sam鈥檚 more guilty than Bucky鈥檚. 鈥淯h, Sarah can I call you back?鈥 Sam questioned before hanging up the phone soon after that.
鈥淲hat was she talking about?鈥 Bucky asked. 鈥淏uck,鈥 Sam started. 鈥淲hat was Sarah talking about, Sam?鈥 Bucky questioned. Sam sighed, knowing he was going to get an earful from you and his sister.
Sarah had accidentally let it slip to her brother that you had Bucky鈥檚 baby. He had overhead a conversation between the two of you and she told him everything.
鈥淵/N had a baby. He鈥檚 four, his name is Henry. Looks just like you.鈥 Sam answered. 鈥淵/N was pregnant? And she didn鈥檛 tell me?鈥 Bucky asked. 鈥淪he didn鈥檛 know and would that have made you stay? You weren鈥檛 all the way there with her Bucky, and you wouldn鈥檛 have been all the way there with a baby.鈥 Sam said.
鈥淚 have to talk to her.鈥 Bucky said. 鈥淲hoa, whoa you can鈥檛 just show up to her place.鈥 Sam told him. 鈥淭hen give me her number. She鈥檚 changed it since I left.鈥 Bucky pleaded.
Sam sighed but gave him your number anyways. Bucky dialed it into his phone and stepped off to the side as it rang.
鈥淗ello?鈥 You answered. Bucky froze at the sound of your voice. He hadn鈥檛 heard your voice in so long and it took his breath away. 鈥淗ello?鈥 You asked again. 鈥淯m, hey Y/N.鈥 Bucky said.
It was then your turn to freeze. The man you had held so much resentment and anger for had contacted you after three years.
Before you replied, Bucky heard the sound of a small child鈥檚 voice in the background. 鈥淢ommy, mommy!鈥 He heard before it become just muffled sounds and you shushing someone on the other end.
鈥淗ow did you get this number?鈥 You asked. 鈥淪am gave it to me. I heard about the baby and I felt like we should talk.鈥 Bucky explained. 鈥淣o. No, we don鈥檛 get to talk, Bucky. Because you didn鈥檛 want to do any talking before you decided to just up and leave.鈥 You said. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 fair and I understand you鈥檙e upset with me, I鈥檓 upset with myself. But we have a son, Y/N.鈥 He said.
鈥淚 have a son. There is no we anymore. You hurt me and I will not let you hurt him like that.鈥 You snapped. 鈥淵/N, please.鈥 Bucky begged, this conversation not going the way he expected. 鈥淒on鈥檛 call this number again.鈥 You said and then Bucky heard nothing but a dial tone.
Bucky didn鈥檛 know what kind of reaction he was expecting from you but he understood. He left you and for four years you had to raise your son your own. It wasn鈥檛 fair to you or Henry.
鈥淚 need her address, Sam.鈥 He said. 鈥淪he doesn鈥檛 want to see you, Buck. She鈥檚 made that very clear to everyone.鈥 Sam replied. 鈥淚 have a son. Something I never thought I could have after what happened to me. I need to make this right with her.鈥 Bucky said.
Sam hesitated for a moment, knowing that either way he was going to face someone鈥檚 wrath. 鈥淚 will go. I will talk to her, see if I can convince her.鈥 He said.
Bucky wanted to argue but he knew that Sam going was probably the safer option. When Sam left, all Bucky could think about was Henry.
Did he look like him? Act like you? Did he inherit your powers? He missed a large chunk of his son鈥檚 life and now it was eating him alive.
You and Henry were sitting in the living room and you were helping him with his pre-school show and tell project. A knock on the door caused the both of you to look from the door to each other.
鈥淪tay here, kiddo.鈥 You told him. You walked towards the door and saw Sam on the other side when you opened it.
鈥淯ncle Sam!鈥 Henry cheered, running to the man. 鈥淪up buddy? How鈥檚 my second in command?鈥 Sam asked, scooping him up. 鈥淕reat! Mommy said I could take you to show and tell if it was okay with you.鈥 Henry answered. 鈥淥f course it鈥檚 okay with me. You鈥檇 be the coolest kid in that place.鈥 Sam said.
You looked at him, giving him a look that only showed that you were a little upset with him.
鈥淗enry, baby, why don鈥檛 you go clean up for dinner? Then you can show Uncle Sam your new toy.鈥 You told him. 鈥淥kay, mommy.鈥 The little boy said.
Sam set him down and he ran off down the hallway. 鈥淵ou gave Bucky my number?鈥 You asked. 鈥淪arah called, I put it on speaker and she let it slip. He asked for your number, I鈥檓 sorry.鈥 He explained.
You sighed, running your hand through your hair. 鈥淗e wants to see you. You and Henry.鈥 Sam added. 鈥淣o, no, absolutely not. I won鈥檛 put Henry in the situation of getting close to him then Bucky just leaves when it gets hard. He鈥檚 just starting to develop his powers, I can鈥檛 have anything set him off.鈥 You said quickly.
鈥淭hen don鈥檛 do it for Bucky. Do it for you. You need the closure for you to finally move on.鈥 Sam said.聽鈥淣o, Sam. Bucky made his choice. I wasn鈥檛 enough for him to stay and that won鈥檛 change because he has a kid. I still won鈥檛 be enough.鈥 You said.聽
Sam sighed, not liking your answer but respecting it anyways. No one knew the full extent of what happened between you and Bucky, just that he left. You and him didn鈥檛 bother telling everyone why.聽
鈥淵ou know he鈥檚 just going to find a way here eventually.鈥 He said. 鈥淟et him try. I鈥檒l say the same thing to him that I told you. He made his choice, now he has to live with it.鈥 You said.
Henry came running out of his room with his new toy in hand, practically climbing on Sam to show him.
The little boy was talking the man鈥檚 head off about it and you just smiled at him. Henry wasn鈥檛 given the easiest life but that never let him dull his sparkle.
When Henry went to go play with said new toy, Sam leaned against the counter.
鈥淵ou did such a good job with him, Y/N.鈥 He said. 鈥淩eally?鈥 You asked. 鈥淵es, really. Not only does that kid have the coolest mom in the world, you gave him the best life you knew how.鈥 Sam told you.
Bucky stood outside your door overhearing your conversation with Sam, a pained expression on his face. He wanted to storm into your apartment and tell you that you were more than enough.
He鈥檚 wanted to make things right long before he found out about Henry. But you were right. Bucky made his choice and now he had to live with it.
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wnterwidows2 days ago
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let鈥檚 do a blurb night! 馃枻 i鈥檝e been struggling with writer鈥檚 block and I鈥檓 hoping this will help me get out of it! hope to see you guys send some in!!
send me an ask with 1-2 prompts from this prompt list along with the character of your choosing!
who I鈥檓 writing for tonight:
marvel only! bucky, steve, sam, loki, and natasha
depending how many asks I鈥檒l get I will probably do around 10-15 of these!聽
[thank you to my bestie mere @nancybycrs鈥 for inspiring this blurb night, ilysm]
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doyoufancyathought2 days ago
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Through The Utility Closet Part 3: Get Tested
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Y/N had never been a fan of hospitals. In fact, she had gone above and beyond in her efforts to avoid going to them. She thought she could probably count all of her hospital visits on her fingers. Thankfully, she was a fairly healthy individual, so it wasn't hard for her to stay out of the Emergency room. They were too sterile, too clean, and everyone was always bustling and grumping around, and poking and prodding all the time. Y/N knew that the hospital wasn't supposed to be an enjoyable place to spend time, but she definitely was of the opinion that steps could be made to make it at least comfortable. Or hospitable, if you'll excuse the joke.
Still, she was in a new dimension, apparently, and so exceptions must be made when it comes to personal dislikes against institutions. She wanted to get home, after all, and this was a necessary step. In order for these scientists to send her back home, they must figure out where exactly she is from, otherwise they could end up sending her to a completely wrong place or time or what have you, and that would just be a disaster.
Once she was up on the exam table, Y/N did her best to appear friendly to the business-like nurse. She was quick and efficient as she hooked Y/N up to at least different machines, and tied a rubber band around her upper arm. For a moment, Y/N was worried that these strangers might be shooting her full of drugs, but then she remembered that this was simply routine for drawing blood. She hoped that medical procedures weren't too different in this world from her own.
Y/N was relieved when the nurse brought in a tray of empty vials and begin to explain what she was doing.
"I'm going to draw some blood so we can do some tests. I'll also need a hair sample, and I'm going to do a saliva swab as well, just so we can take a look at your DNA. How's that sound?"
"Invasive."
The nurse smiled. "I promise you'll barely feel a thing. The swab will be oral, same as checking for strep."
The nurse did her tests, and then let a few scientists in lab coats in. They pulled up chairs in front of the exam table and introduced themselves, although Y/N forgot their names as soon as she heard them.
"Okay, so I guess the first question is for you to introduce yourself and where you're from."
"My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I'm from (hometown) in (country). I was working at one of my jobs when I fell through an inter dimensional portal and ended up here."
"Good start. Can you tell me about the planetary system from your home world?"
"I guess so." Y/N thought about it for a second, trying to remember those astronomy lessons from many years ago. "Earth is the third planet from the Sun, which is the centre of the system. Then there's Mercury, Mars, Earth, Saturn, Jupiter, Uranus, Pluto, and I think I'm missing some. I can't remember the order, sorry, I've never been good at planets."
"That's all right. Can you tell me how many days in a year?"
"365."
"And how old are you?"
"22."
"And how old do people usually live to be?"
"Uh, I don't know. Maybe anywhere from 70 to 90 years?" Should have paid for attention in stats class.
"How big are spiders in your world?"
"Some of them are super tiny, like you can barely see them. And then some of them are huge, like a dinner plate."
"I see. And how big are chickens?"
"What?"
"How big are chicken? I know it's a weird question, but some worlds have gigantic chickens that actually prey on humans."
"Thats, um, disturbing. But my chickens are normal size? Like small enough to fit in an oven."
"Ok, well that's good. "
There where more questions like this, some about history and some about geography and flora and fauna. When they were all done, the scientists discussed for a minute by themselves.
"Okay, well, from what we can tell, your world is incredibly similar to our own, with the major differences likely being social development. You say you don't have the Avengers in your world?"
"No, we don't have any superheroes or superpowers at all. I wish, though."
"Yeah, that makes sense. How much do you know about inter-dimensional portals?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"Ok, well that's fair, it's a tough subject. So pretty much, each dimension has kind of bridges to reach out to other dimensions. When two bridges line up, there's a chance for people or things to cross over."
"Okay, that makes sense I guess."
"A lot of the time, these bridges go unnoticed. Some dimensions are connected permanently, some are connected cyclicly, and some are connected for less than a second at a time, which makes them extra hard to track. You with me so far?"
Y/N nodded.
"Don't worry if you don't get it. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that we might have a hard time tracking down your world."
"Okay, but how long do you think it'll take? How long does it normally take?"
The scientists shifted uncomfortably. "Well that's the thing. There is an infinite amount of universes you could be from, and it'll take a while to narrow it down to just the most likely. From there, we would have to figure out what kind of bridges they all have, and figure out how to predict it, and then figure out a way to send you back."
"Oh, that does sound complicated. So like a month?"
They glanced at each other. "We've never done this before, and we've never sent anyone back through a bridge."
"Two months?"
"Maybe a year."
"What?"
"I said, maybe a year?"
"I'm going to be here for a year."
"Maybe, like I said we've never done this before so we can't really give you an idea of how long it will take."
"Oh my God."
"We're very sorry. We'll give you some space."
The scientists left, and the nurse from before came back in and started unhooking Y/N from the monitors.
"We've run all the tests we need to, dear. Do you have any questions?"
"I have so many questions, I don't even know where to begin."
"That's understandable. We'll have your results back in a few hours, and that'll help the scientists get a head start on where you're from. I've got your clothes here, if you step through that door you'll be able to change in privacy."
Y/N nodded and jumped off of the table, gathering her clothes in her rooms and she quickly walked across the cold floor to the changing room. She pulled on her work clothes, which consisted of jeans and a black t-shirt, but opted to leave the apron and baseball cap off. There was no need to wear them here. Y/N put her shoes back on, simple canvas slip-ons, and reflected on what she had just learned. Here are the facts.
1. She had magically teleported through a door.
2. She was now stuck in a world that apparently had superheroes.
3. The superheroes had no idea how to get her back, or how long it would take to figure it out.
4. She was stuck.
Now, a normal person might cry when they considered this situation. But, Y/N was not a normal person. She had the fun meal-deal of anxiety and depression, and at this moment, she thanked her ill little brain for causing her to overthink every little scenario so she would be prepared for the worst to happen. Of course, none of those thoughts covered time and dimension travel, but they had covered a sudden zombie apocalypse, so it was just a matter of adjusting the survival strategy. Find shelter, find friends, and fight to live.
So far, Y/N had maybe found friends. The Avengers seemed like a friendly bunch, if oddly beautiful, and Sam had offered his basement as shelter. Now, all she had to do was figure out the day to day stuff. Get a job, live a life, and get back to her world.
So she stepped out of the changing room back into the hallway, and say the Avengers gathered around. They all turned to her as the door closed behind her.
"And what did you find out from the scientists, Y/N?" Vision asked.
"Well, they tried explaining how inter-dimensional portals work. That went way over my head. But basically, I'm gonna be stuck here for a while until they can figure out where I'm from and figure out how to get me back. So, I guess I'm going to need to find a job or something pretty quick."
Tony shook his head and stepped to the front of the group. "That won't be necessary. I'm loaded, and I'll make sure you're set up to not need anything."
"Why?"
"Because I want to? You just flew through outer space into a whole new world, and you're worried about getting a job? Come on, live a little! You look like you work too hard. What work do you do?"
"At which job?"
"Well how many do you have?"
"Three."
"Holy moly."
"Yeah."
"Why?"
Y/N shrugged. "I get bored."
"So you work?"
"Beats sitting around on my ass."
"Fair point. Well anyways, enjoy the vacation for now, and in the future if you still want a job, we'll have to figure out the proper documents. For now, enjoy your vacation! I'm loaded, and this is the perfect opportunity to share, okay?"
"If you really want to, I mean, I don't mind working."
"Clearly, you have three jobs. Psycho. But no, I don't mind. In fact, I would be offended if you didn't accept my offer."
"Okay, well, then, thanks!"
"No problem. I already gave Sam a credit card for you, so you can go shopping on your way to his house. You do know how to work a credit card, right?"
Y/N grinned. "Yes, Tony, I know how to work a credit card. My world apparently isn't that different from this one, just a few small differences I guess."
"Good. Alright, well, roll out, team."
The Avengers dissipated until it was just Sam, Steve, and James standing around with Y/N.
"So you're still coming with us, right?" Sam asked.
Y/N shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. If you don't mind, of course."
"Not at all. It'll be nice having a girl in the house, for once."
The group of four started walking down the long hallway.
"So do you just collect strays, Sam?" Y/N asked, curious of why he was so eager to offer his spare room to a total stranger.
Before he could answer, Steve cut in. "Yeah, I mean, why else did you think we lived with him?"
"I don't know. I thought maybe you were in a band, or really good gym buddies, or maybe even a throuple."
Sam choked on a laugh, but Bucky and Steve looked confused. "What's a throuple?" James asked.
"It's like a couple, but instead of it being two people, it's three." Y/N explained.
"And you thought?" Steve almost looked offended.
"Look, sorry, I don't know what's normal for you here, and I didn't want to assume it was all platonic!"
Sam was dying laughing. "You thought -" he had to lean on a wall to keep standing upright. "Man, we're just good friends, and these two have absolutely no credit, so it's hard for them to find places to stay."
"Ah. I guess being a superhero might not pay well."
"Well, I mean there are other reasons too, but yeah let's go with that." Steve didn't exactly want to jump this poor girl with the fact that he was also over 100 years old and had been frozen for a while. She had enough to worry about.
Y/N didn't pursue the other reasons, because they had finally exited the building and she was looking around, comparing this new world to her own. It was dark out, because it was night. She looked down the street and saw a McDonalds sign, which made her smile. At least she could have her chicky nugs if things got too tough. Turns out this world was just like hers, just with a bit of a different history. A lot more violence, hence the need for superheroes.
They got into the car, and Sam drove them to a mall, where they spent an hour and a half hopping around to different stores to get stuff. Y/N got used to spending someone else's money, and she definitely took advantage of the three guys following her around who offered, nay, insisted on carrying her bags. However, she insisted on going into the drugstore alone so she could collect toiletries.
She grabbed a cart (and honestly who uses a cart in a drugstore unless you have serious money to spend) and spent about 45 minutes going up and down most of the aisles to find what she needed. Luckily, the products were exactly the same as she was used to, so it was only a matter of finding exactly what she needed.
When Y/N finally walked out, she spotted her new companions sitting down on one of those middle-of-the-mall benches that are intended for senior citizens and mothers with rowdy children and men waiting for women to finish their shopping.
"Got everything you need?" Sam asked as he stood up and stretched.
"Yup."
"Alright, let's head home. You feel like pizza for dinner?"
"What's pizza?" Y/N deadpanned, and the three guys looked shocked.
"You don't know what pizza is?" Steve asked.
"Nope, never heard that word before in my life."
"Seriously?"
"Why would I joke about it?"
"You've never had pizza before." James reiterated.
"Nope. What is it?"
"No, you gotta experience it." Sam smiled and started walking back the way they had come.
Steve and James were perfect gentleman, and oddly strong as well, but Y/N again did not complain when they grabbed her bags from the drugstore. She opened doors for them as they went out to the parking lot.
Once they were back in the car, Sam got on his phone and ordered pizza that would be delivered right as they got home, provided traffic cooperated. Y/N spent the drive looking out the window at all the lights and people she saw, and didn't pay much attention to the conversation the guys were having. Nothing looked too out of the ordinary, except for the whole superhero thing.
Once they got to Sam's house, a tidy little bungalow in a quiet neighbourhood, they unloaded the car and headed inside. Steve and James ran downstairs to put Y/N's bags in her room, while Sam gave her a tour.
As they were walking down a hallway, Y/N stopped to look at family pictures hanging on the wall.
"Is this your family?" She asked.
"Yeah, that's my sister and her two boys. They've grown a lot since that picture was taken though."
"They look like lots of fun."
"They're a handful, that's for sure."
"And these are your parents?"
"Yeah," Sam said quietly. "They passed a few years ago, that's the last picture we ever took of them both together."
"Oh I'm so sorry." Sam shook his head as Y/N reached out to touch his arm. "They have really kind eyes." She said, her gaze returning to the picture.
"They were the kindest people I've ever known." Sam said, and just then, the doorbell rang. "Sounds like the pizzas here."
Y/N could hear the two boys thundering back up the stairs as she followed Sam to the front door. She expected that he would need help carrying all the food in.
She was right. The delivery driver had to go back to his car to get a second load of pizza. Y/N brought the first load into the kitchen and got a few plates down from the cupboard.
"Oh, good, you found the plates!" Sam said as he walked into the kitchen a few minutes later.
"Yeah, lucky guess."
They set the table in silence as Steve and James washed up, and then they sat down for dinner.
Sam decided he wanted to know more about Y/N. "So, Y/N, tell us a little bit about yourself."
"Ok, well," Y/N hated this questions, because how do you boil yourself down to just a few facts? She just wished people would ask direct questions, because she could answer questions if they were clear. She hated vagueness. "I'm 22, I still live, or lived, with my parents. I like dogs. My favourite colour is yellow. I have three jobs, as a nanny, in retail, and also at a Bubble Tea shop in my hometown. What else do you want to know?"
"Well that's a lot. Why do you have three jobs?" Steve asked.
Y/N shrugged, having to explain her workaholic tendencies twice in a day. "I get bored. And I like working, keeps life interesting."
"I'll bet. What do you do for fun?"
"I read a lot. And I like to go to the lake. And crochet."
"What kind of books do you read?" Steve asked.
"It depends. Sometimes fantasy, sometimes mystery. I read a lot of those cheap drugstore romances."
"Wait, you crochet?" Sam asked. "What are you, a grandma?"
"Like a crazy, chaotic grandma, kinda. I drink a lot of tea and wear a lot of sweaters, sorry for being comfy!"
They went back and forth for a few minutes. "How do you like the pizza?" Sam asked.
"Well," Y/N waggled her head back and forth, debating how to break the ruse. "Not the best I've ever had, but it's close."
"Wait, you've had pizza before?"
"Yes."
"You said before though-"
"And you believed me?Rookie move, gentlemen."
"Why would you trick us?" They weren't mad, just a little confused. And amused. James hadn't really said much since they sat down for dinner, but he grinned and chuckled at the confused looks on his friends faces.
Y/N shrugged. "Gotta keep you guys on your toes, yaknow?" They all laughed. "But hey, tell me more about you guys. You're super soldiers? What does that even mean?"
Sam and Steve took turns explaining who they were, and how the Avengers came to be. They didn't touch too much on James, who excused himself fairly into the evening. He was a little shy and quiet around newcomers, apparently, but Y/N wasn't bothered. She had bigger things to worry about than someone being shy around her.
When the talking turned to yawns, Sam offered to show Y/N to her room. He took her down the stairs into the basement, which opened up into a spacious rec room. There was a massive TV and a pool table. Down a short hallway were the two previously spare rooms, both of which were now occupied by strays that Sam had picked up. The only bathroom was unfortunately across the basement, but Y/N didn't foresee any problems with that.
Sam explained how every room had it's own colours for sheets and towels and stuff, and Y/N was very impressed with how domestically organized he was turning out to be.
Sam went back upstairs, and Y/N took a few minutes to settle in. She would unpack and run her new clothes through the laundry tomorrow, but for now all she wanted was a hot shower and a good long nights sleep.
She went into the bathroom, and saw that James had already made space for her stuff in the shower caddy, on the towel rack, and in the medicine cabinet above the sink. With a smile on her face, she put her few new belongings in those empty spaces, then drug herself through the shower and fell into her bed, exhausted.
Before her eyes closed, Y/N considered what had happened to her today. In a new dimension, living with three strange yet wonderful men, something that would be sure to give her mother a heart attack. And yet, she was excited for the morning to come. Part of her hoped that when she opened her eyes again, she would wake up in her home world, and she would be surrounded by people she knew and recognized. That's what a normal person would hope for in this situation, right?
But as I've told you before, Y/N is no normal person, and the other part of her was wishing that when she woke up, she would still be here, in Sam's house. She wanted to opportunity to explore, so see what else was out there. Maybe she'd discover a new life, a new chance to be the person she had wished to be but never got the chance. Whatever happened, she knew that tomorrow would be full questions, and hopefully a few answers. She hoped, anyways.
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sunny-reys2 days ago
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Marvel Masterlist
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Bucky Barnes Masterlist
Loki Masterlist
Peter Parker Masterlist
Pietro Maximoff Masterlist
Sam Wilson Masterlist
Steve Rogers Masterlist
Wanda Maximoff Masterlist
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doyoufancyathought2 days ago
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Through The Utility Closet Part 2: An Unexpected Visitor
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Y/N looked up from where she had landed on the floor. There was a table of open mouthed individuals, and one very confused presenter, looking down on her. Whoops, this is something she'd have to text her best friend about when she got home.
"I'm so sorry," Y/N stood up and dusted off her apron. "I had no idea there was a second door in the closet, and I couldn't find the light switch, and-"
And she was cut off. "Where did you come from?" The presenter asked.
Y/N motioned to the closet she had just spilled out of. "The storage room?"
"That's a coat closet. And we don't even keep coats in it. How long have you been hiding in there?"
"I'm so sorry," Y/N started to back up, not liking the route her evening had taken. "I swear I wasn't hiding, I was just in the room to put a box on the shelf, I was only in there for a minute, I swear."
He looked confused, as did the people seated around the table. "We've been here for 20 minutes, and there's no way you snuck past us carrying a box."
"Oh, there must be a different door that I came through, then. I'm so sorry, I'll be going now."
"Wait a minute," the man walked over and blocked her from getting back into the closet. "This is my coat closet, and I want to investigate where you came from. Rogers, come here please."
A hulking blonde man stood up from the opposite side of the table and started walking towards our heroine. He said a quiet "Hi, 'scuse me." and maneuvered past her and joined the other man in the room.
"Tony, there's no other door, just the one right here." The blond man said.
I suppose it's important to establish that it's not normal to have secondary doors to coat closets unless you live in a haunted Victorian home full of ghosts that have already plotted 63 different ways to kill you by Tuesday.
"I know, Steve!"
"Then where did she come from?"
"I don't know! She certainly didn't sneak in since we've been here!"
The two men in the closet bickered back and forth for a few minutes. Meanwhile, Y/N turned to the room full of strangers who were observing both her and the argument in the closet in equal amounts. She caught the eye of a massive brunet, and gave him the classic smile given to those you wish to scootch past in the grocery store. He looked away, and a man who I could have sworn had just had a red complexion rose from his chair to stand beside Y/N.
"I do apologize for our manners. My name is Vision, what's yours?"
"I'm Y/N."
"Lovely name. And where are you from, Y/N?"
This gave her pause. She assumed that she was from the same place as they were, the town they were all in at this very moment.
"I'm from here?"
"And where exactly do you think here is?"
"What, you think this door teleported me? I'm in (hometown) of course, same as you!" Y/N chuckled as she looked around the room. She caught the rest of the group exchanging looks, and sighed. "Right?"
Vision gently patted her shoulder. "I'm so sorry to be the one to tell you this, dear, but you're not in (hometown) anymore. You're in New York."
Y/N looked between Vision and the others. "What? That's crazy! I'm not - there's no way. You guys are crazy." Y/N looked over her shoulder to see the two men in the closet peering out at the rest of the room. "Did you find the other door? I really should get back to work, and I'm sure you all should get back to your meeting."
They shook their heads and moved out of the closet, although it was a battle between who entered the doorway first.
"I'll find it, and I'll be on my way." Y/N charged back into the closet, and crossed the foot and a half wide floor with one step. Surely she'd be better at finding a mysteriously elusive door than two men, right? She ran her fingers over the walls, looking for a hinge or a handle or even a bump to indicate an opening of any kind. She'd even pull an Alice in Wonderland and crawl on her hands and knees through a hole in the wall if she must.
Still, no luck. The wall was as smooth as a baby's bottom, which were usually quite smooth. So, Y/N returned to the boardroom with her arms crossed.
"Alright, this joke is very funny, but I'm really ready to go back to work now!"
"We're not pulling a prank here, I promise, we're just as surprised as you are."
"Seriously? Who paid you to do this? I don't know anyone who could pay you to pull this off. Who did it?"
"Seriously, lady, there's no joke here. We're not pranking you."
"Then," Y/N paused and licked her lips. "Hey, man, where did you say we are?"
Vision told her that she was in New York now. It was too much. Between the heat and the stress and the exhaustion, Y/N's brain couldn't take it any longer. Steve barely had time to leap back over the table and catch her in his arms before she crumbled to the floor.
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When Y/N woke up, she was still in the boardroom, laid out on the floor, surrounded by good looking strangers. Weirdly, her life was looking better than it usually did.
"What happened?"
"You fainted, dear." A man with a goatee spoke up. "Don't worry, you weren't out for very long. I'm a doctor, by the way. Doctor Stephen Strange."
"That's, well," Y/N searched for a better word to describe her situation. "Strange." The man frowned down at her. "Not you, I'm sorry, just, I don't faint, I'm not really the damsel in distress type. Where am I?"
"This again?!?!" Y/N recognized the man from before, Tony. "You're in New York! Where did you come from?"
"I came from work, in (hometown). I don't just wear this apron around for fun, you know!" Y/N gestured to her apron, which conveniently had the company logo on it. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "So, I'm in New York. And I came out of your coat closet. And before that, I was at my job in (hometown), just going about my day. How did I get here?"
"Well," the man called Vision came back into the room. "I'm not quite sure, but if I had to guess, which I don't do often, you've just come through an inter-dimensional portal."
"A what now?"
"An inter-dimensional portal. You've travelled through space, clearly, possibly time as well, and I would guess you've also travelled across different planes of reality since you seem to have no comprehension of who we are. Thus, you've crossed into a different dimension that the one you usually reside in."
"That totally makes sense."
"Oh, really?" The blond giant from earlier asked.
"No, absolutely not. That did not make sense at all, Vision. I thought portals only existed in sci-fi, like Star Trek or stuff like that!" Y/N was, indeed, very confused.
"I think the science might be a little beyond your understanding, dear." Vision said. "But it appears to me that your storage cupboard was a doorway to this universe, to this reality. Sometimes these things just pop up, you know."
Y/N looked at Vision. "No, I don't know that these things just pop up! Pretty sure I would have heard about it on the news." Everyone sat for a moment, pondering their next steps. "So does anyone have any ideas on how to get me back to my world?" Y/N looked around hopefully.
The group of people around her all looked at each other, and Tony, Vision, and Dr. Strange looked thoughtful.
"I think that between the three of us we can probably figure out how to get you home." Dr. Strange finally said.
"And how long will that take? Like a couple of hours maybe?" Y/N asked from the floor.
"Uh, no." Tony stood up and started clearing off a whiteboard. "Inter-dimensional portals cannot be figured out in just a few hours, strange lady. It'll take a few days, at best. You got somewhere to stay?"
"Tony, she's not going to have anywhere to stay, she's not from here." Steve explained.
"She can stay with us!" a dark man with a buzz cut offered. "I've got a spare room in the basement still, she can stay there until we figure out how to get her home. I'm Sam, by the way."
"Hi Sam, I'm Y/N. You don't have to take me in, I can just stay in a shelter if there's one nearby."
"Hang on, I'm calling Fury." Tony dialled a phone, and pointed at me while it was ringing. "You're not staying in a shelter."
"No, it's fine, I'm sure it won't be too bad."
"They're terrible, you're not staying at a shelter, you're coming with me." Sam said.
"And why would I stay with you? I don't know who you are, why should I trust you more than some homeless shelter?" Y/N was standing now, and crossed her arms.
"We're the Avengers! You can trust us."
"I don't think you understand how little that means to me. Who are you?"
"The Avengers."
"And what is the Avengers? Sounds like either a league of superheroes or a terrible pop group."
"We're superheroes."
"Oh shit really?" Y/N blushed. "You're superheroes, for real?"
The group around the table nodded.
"So who's got the laser eyes?"
The group looked mildly confused, because none of them had laser eyes, but fortunately they didn't have a chance to answer, because Fury answered the phone, and Tony set it to speaker.
"What can I help you with, Stark?"
"Well, see, here's the situation. We're just sitting here, having our meeting, and the closet door pops open and this girl comes flying out onto the floor."
"Okay, so you have a spy, you know what to do with that."
"I'm not done yet. We thought she was a spy, but we've come to the conclusion that she actually just came through an inter-dimensional portal."
"So you have an alien in your conference room?"
"She's not an alien, Mr. Fury." Vision interjected. "I've scanned her, and she seems to be perfectly human."
Y/N frowned. She didn't like the thought of being scanned without consent. And how could Vision tell that she was human anyways? And did this guy think she was an alien? Were aliens common in this world?
The man on the other end of the phone sighed. "Is she there?"
"Yeah, she's been here the whole time. You're on speaker." Tony responded.
"I'd like to speak to her."
"Talk away, she's right here."
"Hello, what's your name?"
"I'm Y/n." she said, moving closer to the phone.
"Hi, well welcome to Earth. I'm Nick Fury, director of SHIELD. Welcome to Earth."
"Thanks, but I'm already from Earth, I don't really need a welcome."
"Ok, we'll brush past that for now. Have they explained the inter-dimension portals to you yet?"
"They tried, but if I'm being honest that's a little bit out of my league."
"Fair enough. You're in good hands there; we have the best scientists in the world at those labs. As you might imagine, it's not really an exact science, these portals, so it might take our team a while to figure out how to get you home."
"So are you guys like the men in black? Do you have that movie here?"
"Yeah, we have that movie here. I'm guessing that your world is very very similar to ours, so we're going to be taking you down to one of our labs and running a few tests so we can better determine where you're from. In the mean time, I'll let the Avengers take care of you, they don't have any other pressing matters at this time, and just in case you're a violent alien, they're best equipped to deal with you going rogue."
"Uh, well, I guess that sounds good. I promise I'm not an alien though."
"We'll see about that." Fury hung up and I looked around the room.
"I should make introductions, pardon my manners." Vision stood up from his seat (he kinda seemed to float, but maybe he was just hella graceful).
"This is Steven Rogers, you might hear him referred to as Captain America." The blond man who had earlier joined Tony in a closet gave a quick wave and a smile. He seemed very friendly.
"This is James Barnes, he's very quiet, so don't take offence if he doesn't say much to you. He means no harm." Vision pointed to the brunet I had locked eyes with earlier, and he gave a small smile, but didn't wave.
"This is Sam Wilson, as you know. He, Steve, and James all live together in Sam's house, and I suppose you'll be joining them. I'd offer you our couch, but my wife Wanda and I," here he pointed to a lovely brunette woman seated beside him. "are in the middle of renovations, and I'm sure a spare bedroom would be more comfortable for you than a dusty couch."
Y/N nodded. She was going to have a bit of trouble keeping track of everyone's names.
"This is Bruce Banner, this is Natasha Romanoff, Scott Lang, Clint Barton, Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, and of course, I am Vision." They all waved as their names were said.
"Wait, what's your last name?"
"I don't have one, dear. I'm a computer."
"Oh?" Y/N was shocked, understandably so.
"Yes."
"We don't have that in my world."
"Yes, it's uncommon here as well. Are you ready to go do some tests?"
"Um, I guess so. Nice to meet you all."
Vision and Y/N walked out of the meeting room and started down the hallway.
Tony decided to pick up from where they left off. "So as I was saying,"
"Tony!" Steve yelled at him. "What are you doing?"
"Getting back to the meeting we were having?"
"We just had a girl pop through a portal in our closet, and you want to go back to the meeting?"
"Um, yeah. Vision's got her."
"Aren't you curious?"
"Not really."
"The first time something pops out of a portal and doesn't try to kill us, and you're not interested?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Dude, you're crazy. I'm going down to the lab to watch the tests." Scott jumped up from his seat and started making his way to the door.
"Yeah, me too." Steve and Sam stood up, and Bucky followed suit.
Soon enough, the whole team was exiting the conference room and following the path that Y/N and Vision had taken down to the labs. Tony eventually decided to follow them, because he didn't want to be alone.
They got down to the labs, and found Vision waiting in the hallway.
"They sent her to get changed," Vision explained as the team assembled. "If she's staying here for a while, we're going to have to get her some more clothes. I'm sure she doesn't want to stay in her work clothes the entire time."
"Yeah, I'll get Pepper to make arrangements." Tony said.
After a few minutes, Y/N stepped out of a room just off the hallway. She was wearing grey shorts and a black tank top, and nothing on her feet. She frowned as her bare feet hit the cold tile floor.
"Ugh, so cold. Alright, let's figure out where I'm from."
A nurse came and got her, and led her into another room just off the hallway. There was an observation window, and the team gathered around to watch the tests. They watched her as she jumped up on the table, and smiled at the nurse as she began to hook up wires and prep for a blood draw. Soon they would figure out just who this unexpected visitor was.
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doyoufancyathought2 days ago
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Through The Utility Closet Part 1: The Adventure Begins
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Hey, welcome to the shitshow! I鈥檝e decided that my first fic back should be one that crosses space-time boundaries, because why bother writing if you鈥檙e not writing about something you have no idea about?聽
So please, enjoy this disastrous masterpiece that is like Narnia, but Avengers. I have no idea the direction this will be taking, but I can assure you that the path will be nothing short of wonderful. ~J.H.
Y/N was not having a great day. She was hot, tired, and hungry, and it was only 7 o'clock in the evening, which meant that she had at least 2 more hours to work before she could think about going home. She had already been on her feet for 9 hours, which was one of the joys about working multiple jobs.
Before she could think about further complaints, Y/N's boss rounded the corner. She was a sweet lady, and Y/N would do just about anything to help her out.
"Y/N! Here, take this box to the back room, please."
Y/N took the cardboard box, which was overflowing with odd and ends you might find in a small restaurant. "Which back room, the one we normally put stuff in? I don't know if there's enough shelf space. I haven't gotten a chance to clear it out much."
Y/N's boss thought for a moment. "You're right, that needs to be cleared out. Put it in the other one for now. There should be shelves along the wall."
As Y/N walked off with her arms full, she blew out her lips. She hated the other storage room; for some reason, it always gave her weird vibes. She wasn't one to believe in ~vibes~, but she did believe is just normal vibes, and the ones around this room were not normal. Not bad, like not haunted or anything, but just weird.
Still, it was her job to be brave, and if she could stare down an angry soccer mom, she could face the weird storage closet.
Y/N made her way down the narrow hallway, and instead of turned right at the end like she usually would to put something into storage, she turned left. She sandwiched the box precariously between her hip and the doorframe, and managed to get the door open with just some mild wiggling.
Unfortunately, the light switch was nowhere to be found on the wall, but Y/N didn't even bother yelling for help. Her boss was probably busy helping customers or sorting out paperwork, and besides, who really needs to see in the dark? Y/N would simply leave the door open, and find the shelving by the light spilling into the room from the hallway.
It went well, until the box was on the shelf and the door slammed shut behind Y/N. Did she panic? A little bit. No one likes being shut in weird storage closets in the dark. That kinda the stuff of nightmares. But, like any good customer service professional, Y/N kept her cool and assumed it was a joke.
"Hey, real funny joke, man." Y/N assumed her bosses brother, who tended to be a jokester, had closed the door on her once he realized he'd be shutting her in the dark. "Open the door, dude, come on! I can't see a thing!"
There was no response.
Did I mention that Y/N was already not having a great evening? Well this, instead of making her more sad, only turned her negative emotions into anger. It was fair, I'll admit, because I would also be incredibly angry if someone locked me in a dark room after 9 hours of working. Some things just aren't funny when you're tired and aching from ankle to jaw.
Y/N sighed and put her hands out in front of her and slowly shuffled back the way she thought she had come. Weird how we navigate with light, but when the light goes out, we're completely lost. But anyways.
It was taking forever for Y/N to shuffle towards the door, but that's bound to happen when you're taking super tiny baby steps so you don't accidentally bump into a horror of the night. Finally, she reached the wall and groped along it to find the door handle so she could get back to work. She had already planned out exactly what she was going to unleash as a verbal assault on her trickster, whenever she found them. It was quite scathing, I assure you. She eventually found the door knob, and twisted and pulled on it, trying to get the damn door to open. She cursed this old building, and these old doors, and the cheap old landlord who refused to get anything updated or fixed unless his social standing depended on it. She pulled and yanked and threw her whole body weight against it until finally, it popped open.
Being that physics are still physics no matter the time or dimension, our lovely Y/N simply flew through the now open door, and landed on a corporately carpeted conference room floor.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Shouldn't that door have led back into the hallway of Y/N's job? Shouldn't that door open into the room, rather than swing into the hallway? Or, rather, conference room?
All very valid questions I assure you. But, as you will come to understand in a few more paragraphs, this is not an ordinary door.
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bloodlust
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Blood. It painted the walls, stained the ceilings, coated the floors.
The room seemed to buzz. Shaking in perfect clarity as he fed. And fed. And fed.
He tore the once-living breathing corpse to shreds instinctively. Craving every last drop of rich blood it could offer him.
The body still twitched slightly and he groaned. Surely, this was perfection. This was why they turned him.
For the kill.
The warm metallic liquid tasted so much sweeter the more he drank. His already heightened senses sharpening further with every morsel of the delicacy he consumed.
He did not care much for decorum. Blood spilt down his chin, staining his dress shirt, his trousers and even his shoes.
This time he doubted it would come out. It was a shame really, these had fit him perfectly after all, do you know how hard that is to come by?
Finally, he had bled the bodiless limb dry and he tossed it rather unceremoniously onto the rather alarming pile of dismembered bodies.
Then, in the blood that had dribbled down his chin, he drew a red star on the wall, with the words 鈥楬ail Hydra鈥 written underneath it, in a language all of their own creation.
It drove the cops mad trying to decipher it. Code analysts from all over the world had been called to New Orleans to deal with this mysterious and seemingly uncatchable serial killer.
He wouldn't bet on them figuring it out.
He would move on soon. That was what his handler had said before pumping him full of something.
鈥淚t makes you strong.鈥
That was all he knew about the miracle drug. It made him...act and say without thought or care. Made him kill without remorse.
Made him strong.
Though it also had some undesirable effects. His mind played many tricks in him, overactive as it was. The latest one still haunted him.
Bucky. Bucky. Bucky.
That man had been so sure. Convinced beyond all doubt.
Bucky.
It struck a chord within him. The name that is. Reminded him of smoggy streets and honking cars and cursing dock workers. Of cramped apartments and rumbling stomachs and sick children. Of shivering and sobbing and death and pain.
Blood. He needed more. Craved more. Wanted more.
Of girls in sweet dresses. Of lips stained red and curved upwards in radiant smiles. Of music and dances and stolen kisses in coatrooms.
He could sense someone nearby. A heartbeat. Singular. It would not sate him for long.
Of burning drinks. Of cigarette smoke. Of playing cards.
The girl could not see him. A shame really. He needed a hunt. Needed the thrill of a chase.
Of being blown in dark alleys. Eyes darkened by pleasure and hands fisted in perfectly styled hair.
He would lose her soon. The bright lights of The French Quarter growing steadily larger as the approached. He lengthens his stride somewhat.
Of his first taste of a girl. A woman really. So different from what he imagined, all salt and no sugar. He lost interest soon after.
He could reach out and grab her now. Turn her to face him, watch the fear flit across her features as he drained her.
Of a trail of broken hearts. Of whispers giving chase down packed streets. Of an infamous smile.
She had stopped and was rifling through her bag. She found nothing but kept going. So did he.
Of friendship. Loyalty. Of broken promises and childish wishes.
His hand caught her shoulder. Spinning her to face him.
Of dreams. Of hope. Of life.
The pain was instantaneous. A stake was buried deep in his chest. It just barely grazed his heart. The miss was accidental, he presumed.
Of normalcy. Of worry.
He groaned as a dagger was thrust into his neck whilst his assailant whispered hurriedly. He was lifted off his feet and dropped. The blackness that had been plaguing his soul for so long finally engulfed him.
Bucky.
The name reminded him of humanity long since lost.
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loviology2 days ago
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my mom's advice about sam wilson
me: mom i love him *shows a picture of sam and bucky*
mom who watches mcu but doesn't really know shit: he's not real
me: but what if multiverses are real and he's just living in a different reality?
mom: he's still not going to love you, and don't you realise the way he looks at the other guy?
me: they are not gay
mom: so what
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