#sam wilson x black woman oc

[missnobodymadness]

I've been wanting to introduce Aisha here for a while but considering that my OC introductions never really go well I kept procrastinating...well, I decided that I have all the right to talk about my babies here and my mental health and enjoyment should always be more important than notes, so I am gonna be who I am today and do what I like even if no one is there to read it, so here is Aisha's introduction, along with some backstory that I already wrote for her profile on TH.

Introduction

“Whenever a scientist finds a cure to something, companies will take advantage of them and sell it to you for the price of your soul, lives weren’t meant to have a price tag, you can’t play God and decide who is gonna live based on who is wearing Prada and that’s what motivates me to keep fighting for a world where science and technology will become a right instead of a luxury” Name: Aisha Fraser (Aisha Fraser Stark after marriage) Meaning: Alive, Well Alias: Hell's Bane or 69676 Date of Birth: 9, May, 2009 Age: 21+ Zodiac: Taurus Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Orientation: Pansexual Species: Human (Modified) MBTI: ENFJ Status: Alive More posts about her: Aishamcuoc

Appearance

Height: 5'7" (170cm) Weight: 161lbs (73kg) Skin: White Eyes: Blue Hair: Ginger (Natural); Fiery red (After modifications) Scars/Birth marks/Tattoos: Freckles, a beauty spot on the side of her mouth and a tattoo with her lab name "69676" on the back of her neck, a few non important small scars from the experiments Special features: She has built-in real black wings that come out of a cavity on her back

Relationships

Biological Family

Mother: Unknown scottish woman Father: Unknown scottish man Siblings: None Partner: Tony Stark (Married) Children: Ryan, David, Nelson, Mathew ♰, Lennon ♰, Aron ♰, Henry ♰ and Morgan Other family: None

Other relationships:

Wonderland Circus family (Found Family, they are background OCs) Natasha Romanoff (Best Friend) Wade Wilson (Close Friend, they have some tea like two old ladies while being the most sassy bitches together everytime they meet 8) ) Sam Wilson (Annoying friend that she wants to kick) Bucky Barnes (Friend) Happy Hogan (Good friends, they eat hamburgers together while Tony is not watching, shhh) T'Challa (Good friend, mutual respect) Thor (Friends, he had a small crush on her when they met) Baron Zemo (One night stand lover) Peter Parker (Sees him as a son even thought she wishs she could kick his ass sometimes too) Nick Fury (Confidant)

Occupation & Abilities

Powers/Skills: Fire creation and manipulation, slightly physically stronger than an average human and has wings that allow her to fly, they are real wings and she avoids using them because they are a weakness to her Weaknesses: Her wings, her hair (it let's her enemies know when s he is hurt, her hair changes color according to her status, if she is hurt her red hair will turn into a greyish white, the amount of white hair tells you how badly hurt she is, for example, if she is dying, her hair will be fully white), close combat Equipment: She usually doesn't use anything other than technology, such as suits or technological tools that enhance her powers and skills Job: Science and engineering Affiliation: Avengers Former affiliation: Hydra (As an infiltrator)

Personality

Positive Traits

✔ Extremely intelligent ✔ Independent ✔ Social ✔ Wise ✔ Empathetic ✔ Hardworking

Negative Traits

X Insecure X  Sassy X  Clumsy X Perfectionist X  Forgetful X  Disobedient

Likes: Her family and friends, technology, science, politics, mutants, helping people Dislikes: Cheaters, injustice, hate crimes, mainly towards minorities, shallow and closed-minded people

Backstory

Aisha (Aka Hell’s Bane or 69676) is a very intelligent genetically modified human, she was sold to the organization Leviathan by her own parents, who had close ties to them, when she was only a few months old.

Leviathan is a secret european organization based in Scotland, they have an illegal and hidden laboratory in Portland, Oregon, USA, to where Aisha was sent.

Since then she has been used and modified by the organization, she was nothing more than a weapon in progress and her life was resumed to that for the first 20 years of her life, until the day she was able to escape, burning the laboratory down along with everyone in it, even the innocent ones.

Their project wasn’t completed yet, which means she is considered as an incomplete experiment. With the death of their leader and most important members, who were there when everything happened, the organization collapsed, only a few workers were left and most of them only wanted to go home as they were also victims.

Aisha went through a really hard time after that event, she felt lost and could barely communicate with people due to her lack of social skills, as a fast learner she was able to hunt for food and fend for herself, staying hidden at the Willamette national forest. Sometimes she would adventure into the city of Portland and try to interact, as time passed by Aisha finally learned some social skills.

It wouldn’t take long before she met her future first friends, they belonged to a travelling circus who was currently staying at the city, they were all extremely nice to her and made her feel welcome, some time later she had an idea that would change her life once again, she could use and control fire and a circus would be the perfect place for her to hide and go unnoticed, after all who would suspect she was actually creating and controlling the fire? She could always use a mask as well, no one would ever know who she was during her exhibitions. Maybe they would take her in and let her travel around with them?

Aisha started practicing a few tricks daily and once she finally felt ready, decided to show them what she was able to do and was successful in impressing them with her supposed talent, she got what she wanted, an invitation to join their circus and Aisha was totally ready for that wild trip!

Some months passed and she had learned so much about the world, finally feeling free and like herself for the first time, social skills weren’t a problem for her anymore, in fact, she found out she was quite the communicative type.

They had just arrived in New York, well, most precisely the suburbs, when Aisha found out about the Avengers, she was quite curious about them, mainly about the one named Tony Stark, she had this weird attraction to technology and couldn’t avoid her curiosity. Aisha got inspired and started to create her own cape and mask so she could hide her identity, tracking their activity the best way she could at the moment, she was able to help them whenever she saw they needed it really bad, Aisha had no fight skills but she surely could impress with her fire and wings, so she was quite useful to distract their opponents when everything seemed to be lost for the Avengers.

Eventually she never showed her face, but they could see her blue eyes through the mask, she became a mystery to them and she would always get away before they could even talk to her, until the day things were way more serious than she could’ve imagined and Aisha was knocked out while trying to helplessly help Sam and Natasha who were currently fighting alone, some minutes later Tony Stark showed up and they were able to overcome the situation, but Aisha was still out, they captured her and took her to the tower where she eventually woke up some time later, she had no idea where she was and started to freak out when she noticed she was literally locked inside that room, the Avengers couldn’t risk any danger.

Tony Stark couldn’t help himself, his curiosity was screaming, he needed to know more about what she was and why she helped them several times, Stark studied her for a few days, Aisha wasn’t happy, she didn’t fight for her freedom only to see it being taken away from her again, but she wasn’t dumb, she knew she couldn’t get away the way she did at the laboratory, the room was fireproof and she didn’t really want to hurt any of them either, so she allowed Tony to keep going with his studies and meanwhile they got to know each other a bit better, but what really caught his attention was her intelligence and apparent interest, maybe even passion, for technology and eventually they realized that keeping her locked in a room wasn’t necessary and was making her miserable, she wasn’t a threat at all and not having any stimulation was driving her intelligent mind crazy.

Aisha didn’t think twice before running away, her friends were probably very worried and looking for her and she needed to let them know what has happened and where she had been and so she spent some more time with them while they stayed at New York, however, on the last day at the city, Aisha started to feel very unsure if she really belonged there, she couldn’t even tell them who she really was, how would they understand? How would they take the news once they realize she has no talent and the fire was created by herself all this time? She loved them, they were her family, but did she really belong with them? She wanted to do great things, she wanted to learn a bit of everything and dedicate her life to what she truly loved: Technology.

She would never be able to do that with them, she would just perform fire tricks for the rest of her life, Aisha knew, deep down, that she didn’t belong and so, she decided to part with them and stay at the tower where she knew she was also welcome.

With all the technology on her side, Aisha decided to start her own research and projects, catching Tony’s attention once again who later offered her a place at his laboratory as his apprentice, she was happy to get such privilege and worked hard to impress him and he wasn’t disappointed and later she became an official S.H.I.E.L.D adviser.

Aisha started to be successful with her work and became really popular for her ideas and creations, getting the spotlight on several magazines and scientific journals, little did she know such popularity would turn into a big problem for her.

The spotlight made Hydra notice Aisha and lately find out about who and what she really was, targeting her, especially after Aisha was able to get into their database later on, they wanted her, she would be way more useful to them alive than dead and they knew exactly how to make her behave but they also knew it wouldn’t be easy to fool her, some force would certainly be needed, they also planned to finish what Leviathan had started.

Unfortunately for Hydra, Aisha was no idiot and after successfully escaping from their first try she had started to think of a plan just in case they’d be successful someday, she had read enough articles to know they weren’t gonna stop coming for her and by the time they were finally able to capture her she already had traced one, it wasn’t a easy one, Aisha knew she would need to sacrifice a lot for it and that they wouldn’t go easy on her, she had studied Hydra so well lately that she was pretty aware of how things would work there, she was terrified but she would not give up, she would fool and take advantage of them and they wouldn’t even realize that!

And Aisha did exactly that, she made them believe she was under their control while she gathered information and learned how to fight, they surely weren’t soft with her, but Aisha was used to the pain and she knew it was for a greater good, however, slowly she started to realize she would probably carry a few physical and psychological scars with her from her experience with Hydra.

Tony was the only one who she told about her plans and that also brought him some trouble with the Avengers, she had asked him to not look for her in case she was successfully but how would Tony make sure the rest of them wouldn’t try to rescue her? After all not rescuing her sounded extremely absurd to them.

Okay, this is enough spoiler for now, her story is REALLY long. :'D

Trivia

. Aisha has a very intelligent mind and is very prone to boredoom and frustration, as such, she is always in need of something to keep her stimulated. . Before running away from the Leviathan laboratory, she was learning a few useful languages so she could do her job properly, she learned german and russian with them. . Aisha has a very sassy and sarcastic nature and while some find it amusing, others may find it annoying, her nickname at the tower is actually "sassy pants" because of that. . She has black wings on her back, they come out through a big cavity that she has on her back, on both sides, that goes from the shoulder to her waist, her wings are extremely sensitive and she usually doesn't allow people to touch them. . Aisha is a feminist and when she finally gets famous and rich, she decides to build a safe place for women who are victims of domestic violence, she has helped many people to rebuild their lives, she loves people and wants them all to have the same chance she once had to rebuild hers.

Both artworks on here were made on Picrew. (1,2)

#oc #aishamcuoc #mcu oc #mcu #original character

[steverogers-wife]

Opposites Attract

Avengers x F!OC x F!OC

Summary: Nova has been an Avenger for almost 3 years, and yet has never seemed to let the Avengers in. She keeps to herself, her teammates being slightly scared of her at times. She dresses in all black, hair as dark as the night sky, rarely talks and never smiles. So imagine the Avengers surprise when they find out shes dating Delilah, a super sweet bubbly little coffee shop owner.

mood boards done by me, got the images off Pinterest

"It'll be nice having another girl around", the Scarlet Witch sighs to her teammates, all waiting around the common room to meet their new member.

"Hey! What's wrong with us?", Sam calls to her from his position on the couch.

"Too much testosterone in one place isn't always a good thing Wilson", Natasha says to the man, sitting at the bar next to Wanda.

"I'm just hoping she's hot, theres only so much ass in this compound", Stark mutters as he nurses his drink.

"Who're you talkin about their Stark", the redhead assassin asks, glaring down at the man.

"Cap, obviously", Tony replies in a 'duh' tone.

The man in question looks up, about to comment on what Tony said, but before he can say anything, the elevator doors open, revealing Nick Fury and a rather intimidating woman.

"Avengers, i'd like you to meet the new member, i'll let you all introduce yourselves", he says before slapping the woman's shoulder and walking out.

We all stare at the woman. She's dressed head to toe in black. Tight fitting black jeans, a long sleeved turtle neck crop top with a tattoo poking through the fabric on her ribs, a worn black leather jacket a size or two too big, and big black leather boots. Her outfits completed by a few chains around her neck and a pair of old dog tags.

*Nova's POV*

"H-hi ma'am, i'm Steve Rogers. Welcome to the team!", the Captain exclaims with enthusiasm, only to be met with a stare.

As if sensing the Captain doesn't know where to go from here, the rest of the team jumps in to introduce themselves, receiving a nod from me at each turn.

Once the intros were all said and done, they turned to the me in hopes of learning something about their new recruit, only to receive a simple nod with a mutter of "Nova Lockwood", my English accent standing out to the team.

After an awkward silence, Bucky speaks up, "So, what can you do?"

Rather than trying to explain, I decide to demonstrate by removing my jacket, and letting my wings spread free. The Avengers step back in awe and shock of the large black wings that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

"Damn, if only it was that easy for me", the Falcon mutters in distaste, earning a snicker from the metal armed man beside him.

"What are you?", Doctor Banner asks.

"An Angel", I replies smoothly, "now, may I see my room?"

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*3 years later*

The Avengers soon after learnt what I was capable of.

Being able to conjure items out of nowhere...

"Has anyone seen my shield?!", the Captain yells out to the group, "I swear Sam if you've hidden it again"

"No man I haven't! Not after last time I swear", Sam defends.

I walks over to the Captain, as the rest of the team are waiting in the hanger to leave for the first mission I would be going on with them. I pull my hand out to the side, a black mist appearing out of nowhere and the Captains shield appearing in its place.

"H-how the- wha-", Bucky stammers besides his friend, staring at me in confusion.

"Conjuring, another power", I mutter before walking onto the jet, leaving a stunned team behind.

My ability to teleport

"Angel?! Angel come in, have you found the kid?"

This was my fourth mission with the team, still barely having spoken to them.

"Yes", I replied, "getting her out now"

"Wait for me to get there", Natasha replies, hurrying down the halls of the HYDRA base.

"No time", I mutter into the comms before grabbing ahold of the young girl and pulling her through the shadows and onto the Quinjet where the team awaits.

"HOLY SHIT!", Tony exclaims, seeing the girl appear out nowhere, leaving a cloud of black smoke behind. But before he can utter another word, i'm back in the base to grab Romanoff.

As they start up the jet to leave, Stark turns to me. "So you can teleport huh?", I hum in reply. "What didn't feel like sharing that with the class?", the man scoffs.

And finally, the way I was able to remove the souls from a body, killing them through the painful process.

The team sat around the common room, talking casually after finishing their latest mission. It had been the ninth since Nova had joined the Avengers, however she had not joined them in on their mini celebrations.

"I don't think i've ever met such an antisocial person in my life, and thats coming from me", Bucky sighs as he takes a sip of his beer.

"I wanna know what else she can do, shes hid some pretty useful stuff already", Sam replies to his friend.

"We could ask her?", Wanda suggests, earning a laugh at Tony for the idea.

"Yeah sure, 'Hey Lockwood, we know you hate us n all but care to tell us what else you can do?'", he retorts sarcastically.

"I can remove souls from bodys", they all jump at the voice, turning around to see me leaning against the door frame behind them.

"Jesus Christ would you stop sneaking up on us- wait what the hell do you mean?", the billionaire asks.

Rather than replying, I turn around, walking back out of the room, leaving a confused audience behind.

"Did she say she can remove peoples souls?", Steve asks slightly horrified at the revelation.

"Pretty sure, yeah", Natasha replies casually.

"Anyone else find it hot how shes so terrifying?", Sam says to the group, only to receive disgusted and concerned looks back. "Just me?"

They has learnt overtime that I was not a social person at all, that I saw them as coworkers and not friends, despite their many attempts.

I left for my run at 6, weaving my way through the people up as early as me, business men and runners alike roaming the streets of New York, slowly making my way to 'Belle Fleur', a cute little coffee shop I found around a year before. I hear the bell chime as I walks through the door.

I watch on as I see my girlfriend, Delilah, laughing with a regular as she makes his order, her golden blonde hair falling down her back in waves, the top half swept behind held in place with a white lily clip that I got her for her birthday a few months prior. The sleeves of her baby blue cardigan rolled up slightly to avoid making a mess, and the white dress with little blue flowers clinging to her figure, her work apron tied neatly around her waist.

A small smile unknowingly makes its way on to my face as I walk up to the counter.

"And there you go Terry! Have a great day at work and i'll see you tomorrow morning," she says to the man.

"Thank you, Sunshine, see you!" the man yells as he makes his way out of the cafe.

"Never seen anyone so chipper in the morning", I say as she has her back to me, turning around quickly in surprise before the biggest grin makes its way across her beautiful face.

"Baby!", she squeals before running out from behind the counter and launching herself into my arms, "I missed you so much!" she giggles.

"I missed you too my darling," I reply, burying my face in her neck, inhaling her scent of roses, coffee and vanilla.

She loosened her grip from around my neck, lowing her down to the ground, with me standing now a few inches taller. I stare into her bright green eyes before getting lost in them, tilting her face towards me before connecting my lips with her. She sighs into my mouth kissing me back immediately.

As we part, she gasps, looking at my forehead where a small cut from the recent mission I had been on was.

"What happened?!" She says worriedly, checking me over quickly with concern clear in her eyes.

"No my love, just a little scratch, I promise i'm alright." I say, causing her eyes to look back up to mine, unshed tears filling them. "No no honey I swear i'm alright, it's just a little cut see?", I say, moving my hair out of the way in attempt to not let the tears fall.

She sniffles quietly, "Well if you're sure you're ok. Would you like a coffee? I have a new raspberry cake recipe I tried this morning," She says, obviously trying to change the topic to avoid her worry.

"That sounds wonderful my darling", I reply, tucking a lose piece of hair behind her ear. She smiles brightly up at me. As I take a seat at the table in the corner, I think back to the day we first met almost a year ago.

Wondering aimlessly around the city, I think back to the mission we had just been on. I was supposed to be watching over Steve and Bucky, however the idiots ran off while I was fighting a few agents, resulting in me loosing them, resulting in Barnes getting shot in the shoulder as they were ambushed. As i'm lost in my thoughts, I end up at a small little cafe.

'Belle Fleur?' I thought to myself. Realising how hungry I was, I decide to walk inside.

I walk up to the counter as a blonde woman fixes another drink.

"There you go Mary! Tell the kids I say hi," she says to the woman as she hands her her drink.

"Will do Delilah, oh I must get going, and you have another customer," the woman, Mary, teases as she walks away.

The blonde waitress turns to face me and I feel my face begin to warm up. She's breathtaking, her bright green eyes looking up at me, her smile that lights up the room, her gleaming blonde hair. She's wearing a floral yellow skirt which stops mid thigh, a white sweater tucked into the top of it with a yellow cardigan on to match her skirt. I snap out of daydream as she waves her hand in my face.

"Hellooo, anybody in there?", she chuckles, her voice as soft as silk.

"Hi, s-sorry", I stutter, confused as to how this woman I just met was able to get that reaction out of me.

"It's alright! What can I get you this beautiful morning?" she asks, her bright smile never wavering.

"Uh, i'll just get a black coffee, a-and a BLT, please?" I request gazing into her eyes.

"Of course, that'll be $5.68 please", she says as she turns away to get the coffee machine started, I tap my card and wait at the end of the counter, watching her work so smoothly.

"Whats um, whats your name?", I manage to ask. The angel turns to me with a slight smirk and a raised eyebrow and points at her apron, the name 'Delilah' printed on it. "Sorry, didn't see that", I mutter embarrassed. To my surprise she laughs.

"It's alright, a lot of people miss it, and you seemed to be a little distracted anyway", she says with a teasing tone, making my cheeks turn an even deeper red. "How about you?"

"W-what?", I ask confused.

She giggles, setting my coffee and sandwich down on a tray in front of me before clarifying, "Your name?"

"Oh, it's Nova", I murmur with a slight smile in her direction.

"Lovely to meet you Nova", she replies, sticking her hand out. I take it giving it a gentle shake, holding on a little longer than necessary causing her to blush. However we are ripped out of the moment by the bell of the front door chiming announcing a customer.

"I hope you enjoy Nova, and maybe i'll see you again?", she asks with a hopeful tone, biting her bottom lip slightly.

"Definitely", I reply with a smile of my own before she turns away to the customer.

I sit down at a table and keep taking subtle glances at her as she works. After visiting a few more times I worked up the courage to ask her out, and to my surprise she said yes, we had been together ever since.

"Here you go honey. It's a peach and raspberry cake, let me know what you think!", Lilah says before placing a plate and a cup of coffee down before me.

She begins to ramble on about what I missed while I was away, I take my time to observe her features, wondering how the hell I go so lucky. Customers come and go as other waitresses serve them, as Delilah is the owner, she usually does some of the early shifts as she is the only one in to open up and starts baking for the day.

She goes back to work around 9am, I decide to grab some groceries before heading back to the compound.

I walk through the doors and make my way to the common room where everyone is. Steve, Bucky and Sam chatting at the breakfast bar, Natasha slapping Tonys hand away from her pancakes, Bruce and Wanda discussing their plans for the day, I try to sneak over to the fridge, but Wanda sees me walk in.

"Hey Nova! You been out already?", she enquires, the everyone else turning to see me walking through the doors.

I nod my head as I begin putting food away.

"We were gonna ask you if you wanted to join us for a run this morning but FRIDAY said you left already", Sam says from behind me.

"Went for a run myself, got a coffee then grabbed some groceries", I say, shutting the fridge and walking to my room to get ready for training.

*Avengers POV*

"Am I the only one who thinks shes been acting weird recently?", Bucky says to the rest of the team.

"I noticed she's been going out more but it's been like that for almost a year now", Bruce mutters.

"Maybe she has a boyfriend or something", Wanda suggests to the group.

"Ha! Are you kidding?! The womans terrifying", Tony says in disbelief.

"Yeah but some people are into that", Sam mutters staring at his cereal bowl.

"Guys i'm sure she would tell us if she was in a relationship", Steve addresses the group.

"Hmm, you sure about that Cap?", Natasha says smirking.

"Do you know something Romanoff?", Tony accuses the spy.

"I know everything about everyone, i'm surprised none of you have picked up on it. How she's always leaving after mission, isn't here most of the time, you guys should really pay attention more", the redhead rolls her eyes.

"Oh god, shes in a gang isn't she. I knew it", Tony sighs in mock exasperation.

"Or a cult, I feel like thats more believable", Bucky states pointing his fork at the man.

"Ok Nat seriously what do you kno- and shes gone", Sam asks, "So, who's gonna follow her with me tomorrow?"

Bucky and Steve reply instantly, "Me!" "Sam no!"

So that's how Tony, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Nat and Steve all end up following Nova the next morning.

"I bet she has a boyfriend or something", Wanda mutters as the follow her down the busy streets of New York.

"We've been following her for almost an hour now, I feel like we're running round in circles", Sam complains.

"Nova just texted me", Natasha announces to the group, making everyone stop and turn to her, waiting to see what she said, "Stop following me, and seriously, caps and sunglasses aren't disguises"

"Shit we lost her", Tony says looking around for the woman.

"We'll just confront her when she gets home, come on", the Captain ushers, "wait what does she mean caps and sunglasses aren't good disguises, I thought they worked!"

*20 minutes later*

"Can we stop for coffee or something? I'm in need of a caffeine recharge?", the billionaire complains.

"Sure, there's a cafe up there, 'Belle Fleur'", Steve says.

"Butcher the french pronunciation why don't you Cap", Natasha mutters.

As the Avengers walk through the door, they stop as they see Nova sitting in the corner, across from her is a gorgeous blonde.

"Holy shit, she has friends?", Bucky asks the group.

"Hey Delilah", Natasha calls out, the blonde turning around running up to hug the woman with a squeal of 'Natty!', as Nova sits there in shock, staring at her team.

*Nova's POV*

'What the hell are they doing here, and how does Natasha know my girl'

"Hey Lilah, how's the cafe been?", I hear the redhead ask.

"Uhh Nat, who's this?", Bucky asks.

"Oh sorry. I'm Delilah! I own this cafe", my girl says with a bright smile, "would you guys like to sit down and I can get you a coffee?"

"Actually they were just leaving, right guys?", I say from behind Delilah, glaring at the group.

"But they just got here, baby", she mutters, staring at me with sad eyes.

"Baby?!", Tony exclaims, gaining the attention of a few customers.

"Well we were actually looking to grab a coffee, can we sit anywhere?", Steve asks with a polite smile, ignoring me glaring holes into his forehead.

"Yep! I'll be over in a few to see what you guys want, the menu's are on the tables", Delilah says before running off behind the counter to clean up before our order.

"So," Bucky begins, "you're not in a cult?"

"Nat how do you know Lilah?", I ask, ignoring the brunette as we make our way over to an empty table.

"You started coming here more often so I wanted to see why, turns out it wasn't for the coffee", she says wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"Is no one else wondering why she called that girl 'baby'?", Stark asks.

"Because they're dating Tony, I thought you were smart", Nat counters.

"How?! Shes- and youre so- how is that even possible", he splutters out.

"Do you guys know what you want?", Delilah asks in a soft voice, nervous to be interrupting.

"We'll just get 8 coffees, hopefully you'll join us? So we can get to know Nova's girlfriend?", Steve asks.

Her face lights up, "I'd love to! I'll just go grab those coffees for you all", she says smiling.

"She is just a little ray of sunshine, and you really aren't", Sam says glancing back at the woman as she begins making the drinks.

"Leave her alone Sam, she seems lovely Nova", Wanda says looking towards me.

"Yeah, she is", I murmur, the group collectively 'aww'ing as I smile subconsciously, quickly stopping as I turn to scowl at them all.

"Here you guys go!", Delilah says happily, placing the tray of coffees onto the table.

"Thank you darling", I reply, Tony about to say something about the pet name before Steve hits him on the back of the head.

We sit around the table for what feels like hours, Delilah getting along with everyone seamlessly. Chatting about everything from mission to her cafe, things about her family and our relationship. I received a smack from Wanda after she revealed we had been together for almost a year.

They all take turns saying their goodbyes, making her promise she'll visit the compound sometime, then all walk outside to let us say bye in private.

"Well that went well I think", she mutters wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Better than I thought", I reply, kissing her temple.

"So, can I come visit the compound sometime?", she asks with a hopeful expression.

"I'd love for you to my love", I reply with a smile, before kissing her gently.

We pull away, leaning our foreheads together. "I love you so much Delilah", I say quietly.

"I love you too Nova", she replies with that gorgeous smile of hers.

Outside of the cafe, the Avengers watch the exchange with smiles on their faces.

"I never in a million years thought Nova would be with someone who's the complete opposite of her", Sam says.

"Well you know what they say", Bucky begins,

"Opposites attract"

Hope you guys enjoyed! Sorry if it was kinda shit i'm not the best writer. Let me know if you'd like to see more of Nova and Delilah!

#avengers #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #sam wilson #steve rogers #tony stark #wanda maximoff #marvel #ocs #original character #wlw love #girlfriend #oc x oc

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Superlunary

chapter warnings: none

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC 

Chapter Summary: Having escaped Hydra once again, Bucky takes Laela to a place of refuge but not without calling in some reinforcements.

Chapter 2: Coalescence 

                          Shelbyville, Indiana

“You know, I love to help you anywhere I can, but why do we have to do it out here ?” Daisy questioned Bucky, slapping what seemed to be another mosquito within minutes of slapping another. Laela, Daisy and Bucky all stood together in the garage of Bucky’s childhood home—well, Daisy and Laela stood while Bucky sat almost without a care on a table—waiting for the arrival of three more people.

“What’s the matter? Feeling out of your element?” He chuckled, a lopsided grin on his face.

“Barely, I just think this could be done indoors , perhaps? Or maybe at the Compound?” Daisy didn’t fail to remind her and Bucky that she had the Quinjet flying around the skies, invisible of course. Perks of working for the government, Laela guesses.

“I’m starting to agree with Daisy on this, I have bites on bites, Barnes,” Laela slapped at a mosquito yet again. She also felt a tad bit hot but put that down to the sweltering heat in this state. After last night’s events, they had spent about three hours (maybe two, if Laela considered just how much of a speed demon Bucky was on his bike) just getting here. Bucky wasted no time in calling in Daisy, whom Laela found was quite the character.

In the lull of it all, she found that whatever flowed through her veins was at bay for now but she wasn’t sure how long she could hold it off.

Almost as if on cue, a sleek, black Audi pulls up. It sticks out like a sore thumb against the rather tranquil, idyllic scenery of this neighborhood. If they were going for inconspicuous, they failed miserably. As promised, three people slowly disembarked themselves from the car. One of which stood out to Laela as Captain America. Sam Wilson. Another being Iron Man. Tony Stark.

A blonde haired woman was with them. Laela couldn’t place her to save her life.

“Barnes, please tell me I haven’t wasted my time coming to hillbilly country,” Tony seemed to tease him.

“It doesn’t hurt to get out of the city once in a while, Stark. I wouldn’t have called if this wasn’t important.”

Tony seemed to pause, then looked Laela up and down. “Who’s the new blood?”

“This ‘new blood’ is why you’re here,” Her words coming out snippier than intended. “I’m sorry, this seems like as good a time as any to introduce myself. Laela Gray.”

At the mention of her last name, Tony makes a face. “Gray. That name. It’s familiar, have we met before?”

“I don’t mean to be rude, but can we get to the point?”

“Which is? I’m assuming you didn’t bring me here just to meet someone?”

“I didn’t think that far ahead, Tony. I thought maybe you’d know,” Bucky said. He wore a smile, but it came across as more of a grimace. Sam lets out a scoff, a small laugh afterwards.

“You never fail to impress me, man. I mean, really, I’ve never met such a small mind inside such a big head,” Sam chuckles a bit, but it seems less out of amusement and more annoyance than anything.

“I know a place I can shove yours-“

“Settle down, boys. In all the squabbling, we forgot to properly introduce ourselves,” The blonde woman cut them both off. She has a commanding presence about her.

“Sharon,” she offered a hand to shake,” it’s a pleasure to meet you, Laela.”

Once things had settled, they finally moved inside. Bucky’s kitchen table became the base of operations. Holograms and files projected throughout the kitchen. Tony took a sample of blood at Laela’s urging, the sooner she knew what the hell was put inside her, the better.

“Let’s start with some recent intel. Should be of use to us,” Sharon prepared the files to look at. “while it’s no surprise that Hydra still has cells after the Triskelion, the Decimation or Blip depending on who you’re asking and the reappearance of said blipped individuals.” Sharon briefly looked in Laela’s direction.

“Not too long ago, we had readings of an energy signature knocking out the power in a 25 mile radius. Agent Davis reported her findings to Fury, acting director of SWORD.”

Nick Fury was a familiar name to anyone who kept close watch over anything the Avengers did. As far as Laela knew, he disappeared off the map some years ago so to hear them utter his name so freely must’ve meant his disappearance was no disappearance at all. In fact, the more Laela began learning about this stuff, the weirder and needlessly complex it got. But honestly, was anything so weird when you lived in a world like this?

“Of course, we couldn’t do much with it, considering we didn’t know what it was. Until now,” Sam added, the file Laela handed off to Bucky strewn across the table. Images of the machine, chemicals, and overall strange occult images but she really couldn’t connect them.

Laela tried her hardest to ignore the looped videos. They weren’t grotesque but just seeing what she had been reduced to in Hydra’s hands was more than enough to turn her stomach.

“I can try to explain as much as I can, but I’m still trying to piece things together.”

Laela started from the last thing she remembered before she ended up there. In the middle of her explanation, a voice that sounds almost human interrupts.

“Boss? Got the results from Miss Gray’s blood test.”

“That was quick.”

“You must not know Tony’s tech then,” Bucky says.

“Shall I relay the results, sir?” The voice asked.

“Go ahead, Friday.”

“Miss Gray’s cells have changed significantly over time. I compared the old results, pulled from lab records and found CMBR in her newest blood draw.” A side by side image displayed in the middle of the table, Laela can easily tell it’s her blood cells but Friday is right, the cells do not match at all. Somehow, Laela isn’t as freaked out as she thought she’d be...just curious.

“CMBR?”

“Cosmic Microwave Background Radiation.”

“But that isn’t all, Miss Gray’s DNA in her genetic code is predisposed for mutation.”

“That’s nice and all but what about this purple stuff coming out of my hands?” The ‘purple stuff’ as Laela so eloquently calls it sets her hands alight for a brief moment, emphasizing her point.

“Friday, I imagine that last bit of information can explain the purple stuff, right?”

“Unfortunately, no. The energy signature does not match any in my extensive database. Further research is required.”

Laela scoffs. “So, we’re back to square one, great.”

“Not necessarily, have you used this power recently?”

“You mean other than turning a bunch of Hydra scientists into plant food? No.”

“Why don’t you?”

“Did you not just hear me say turning into plant food? I don’t want to risk hurting anyone.”

“Laela, the best way forward is to learn them safely and the best place to do that would be at Avengers Compound. Come on, you’ll love it, kid! State of the art tech, a lap pool, a screening room, a gym, it’ll be like staying at a Four Seasons except with a bunch of superheroes.”

“Tony, I don’t think mentioning living with complete strangers to her is the least bit appealing.” Bucky pointed out, though Laela didn’t speak it aloud, she found herself disagreeing with him. Sure, these people were complete and utter strangers if Laela really dug deep but few got to really be up close and personal with the heroes who sought to protect everyone. Only a lunatic would pass this up.

“Technically, we’re all a bunch of strangers to her,” Daisy piped up, already stating the obvious to which Sam, Sharon and even Bucky rolled their eyes.

“Like you were complaining once you ransacked the fridge, Buck,” Sam spoke with a smirk, already knowing more than he would let Laela in on. Her eyes darted between the two briefly. Bucky’s brows knit together, clearly aimed towards Sam, annoyance flashed across his face.

These are the people best equipped to save the world?

“That was one time, Sam.”

While everyone at the table seemed to bicker amongst themselves, Laela went inward. Instead focusing on weighing the options. She wondered why she hadn’t done so earlier but now seemed as good a time as any. The words of her mother could be heard clearly in her head saying, “If the pros far outweigh the cons, what’s the worst that could happen?”  

Of course, those very words had gotten her into some trouble before. But not like this. Though she didn’t know him quite so well, she could tell that not everyone would agree with Tony ( if only you knew, Laela, if only you knew) but somehow she was agreeing with him. Not properly studying these powers could be dangerous.

So with her mind made up, she cut through the childish bickering with a simple, “Alright, I’m in.”

                                        ——

                           Avengers Compound

To say things went at a breakneck pace is an understatement. Tony did not mess around when it came to stuff like this. Laela was just content in the moments where she wasn’t being poked and prodded like a lab rat yet again, but she could be forgiving considering the room Stark had her set up in. It was all he promised and a little more.

But still, Laela couldn’t recall running into a single Avenger, at least, not yet anyways. Minus Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. She always kind of imagined meeting the Avengers would be a bit more...exciting? Granted, there were no world ending level threats—at least not to her knowledge—that required them to all be here.

She’d give it a couple more weeks before this place would be crawling with activity.

Just as Laela decided a walk was just what she needed, Friday announced she had a visitor at her door. She shuffles towards the door hoping to shoo whoever it is away for more alone time with Netflix. The first thing she sees is an arm, a vibranium one at that, and an illegally tight henley.

Laela didn’t realize how hard she was staring until Bucky cleared his throat, and she swears there’s a brief twitch of his lip. She wishes the heat rising from her cheeks would disappear as she puts on a nice smile for him.

“As much as I hate to disturb you,” Bucky spoke. “There's someone who wants to meet you.”

“I swear to God, if it’s another scientist friend of Tony that has come to poke me like they’re some acupunctur-“

He cuts her off with a gesture, “Not that kind of meeting. Now, come on, you don’t want to keep him waiting.”

“Him?” Great. Just the lone taco in a sausage party, yet again.

Laela stays right on Bucky’s heels as he leads her through hallway after hallway in the Compound. She wasn’t quite sure if she should start a conversation, so she kept her eyes focused in front of her and tried not to glance over at the supersoldier. He wasn’t the talkative type, that’s for sure. She had been itching for the chance to really thank him. Hell, if she hadn’t reached out for his help, she wouldn’t know what her next moves were.

She shuddered at the thought of having to squat at another halfway house, the stomach pangs, and especially the grimy feeling you couldn’t ever wash away even after showering constantly. Laela never thought she’d get rid of the smell of stale cigarettes and sweat off her skin.

“Miss Gray, I hope Stark’s accommodations have been to your liking?” Nick Fury stands before Laela in a little leather number and a matching eye patch. Somehow, she thought she’d be about as giddy as a kid on Christmas morning but given his expression, she finds it’s probably in bad taste to act too excited.

She shrugs instead, “I’m not complaining.”

Fury nods and smiles briefly, “Good, good. Now, I think it’s time to discuss the incident that occurred in Langley.”

Laela shook her head, trying to not relive the events all over again. The pain, the bright flash of amethyst, and…

No, don’t think about it too much. She brushed aside the eerie feeling brought on by the topic and swallowed down whatever wanted to rise to the surface. The last thing she wanted was to unleash whatever this power was on people who just want to help her understand.

“What about it?”

“How did HYDRA get you?”

Laela explained her story again to Fury, except in a little more detail. She could remember clearly now how it all occurred. Her father had disappeared months prior to the Blip, both her and her mother were aimless and fruitless in their searches for him. So, Laela did what she did best and threw herself back into her studies.

It just so happened that day was the day HYDRA decided to strike and took her in broad daylight. Then came the experimenting, but Laela couldn’t think about that just yet. It was too recent but she knew for a fact that she was one of those who disappeared. Except she didn’t get so lucky as to return “safe”.

In back of her mind, she wished she didn’t come back. In fact, she was becoming a little annoyed that all the Avengers had done for her so far is question her.

She glared at Fury, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you guys have any plans at all? I mean, what if they try to get me back?”

Fury laughed at her briefly, and answered her. “One thing you’ll have to know, Miss Gray, is that the Avengers always have plans. So many plans, contingencies, backups that’ll make your pretty little head spin.”

“Do any of those include training me? You said it yourself after seeing Langley, if I don’t learn it, it’s likely that will happen again.”

“Maximoff’s a little busy right now. Until she is no longer busy, I think Barnes, Rogers and Romanoff can teach you the basics. How’s that for a plan?”

Laela lets out something between a scoff and a chuckle. “Beats being a lab rat 24/7, that’s for damn sure.”

“Meanwhile, I’ll keep Stark and Banner on your father’s research. Seems the most logical place to start, considering Stark seems fond of his work.”

Laela had forgotten that detail, the second she mentioned that once upon a time her father was a S.H.I.E.L.D researcher, Tony seemed to finally connect the dots at her name. Tony sounded pretty certain—a lot more certain than Laela was, actually, that his research helped shape some of Tony’s best inventions. While she was happy for him--well, as reasonably happy as anyone could be for a billionaire named Tony Stark-- to re-realize that fact of his own life, she couldn’t feel the same about it. Her father never really divulged the details of his research so she was never quite sure of what the hell he worked on.

She knew the surface level detail but never was given the opportunity to be let in deeper. Could she have asked more of him? Would he have told her anything? It’d remain one of the biggest regrets of her life.

At her exit, she notices Bucky in her peripheral vision.

“I didn’t peg you for the nosy type, Barnes,” Laela swiveled her head to look at him and was surprised to see a smirk on his face. She assumed that people in this place wouldn’t have much to smile at anymore. She even assumed that Bucky didn't have a muscle in his body that would allow him to smile. Sam told her only a few days prior that being around Bucky could be equally interesting and annoying at the same time.

Likening him to a puzzle or Rubik’s cube, all the pieces and all the colors just didn’t match up for her yet about him.

“I think the word you’re looking for is observant, Gray.” He crossed his arms over his chest, the smirk still ever present. “Besides, I’m a gentleman, it’s only right that since I brought you over here that I walk you back to your room.”

“I’ll be fine, don’t you have avenging business or something to do?” She asks, a quirk in her brow and little smirk to rival his.

“I was being nosy and heard that Fury wants me to train you so technically you’re my avenging business now.”

“He said us, plural. Not just you, Bucket,” she pointed out with a smirk. “Now, when do I meet the OG Cap and Black Widow?”

If there was one thing that would make this whole ordeal worth it, it’d be meeting them. She couldn’t understand why she had such a deep interest in these heroes. She certainly wouldn’t have imagined being amongst their ranks, still. That’s where her and her parents differed--surprisingly--well, her father and mother differed. She just went along with whoever she’d favor at that moment.

Elias Gray regaled tales of world mythologies, fascinated by the powers they possessed amongst other things. Tyana couldn’t understand the fascination and was often the more level-headed about things. Laela still couldn’t fathom how the two ever made things work.

“Don’t let Sam hear you say that, you might hurt his feelings.” He says plainly, before rolling his eyes at the name. “And don’t call me Bucket, you can’t make a nickname from another nickname.”

“He’s a big boy, he’ll be fine,” Laela laughed from where she stood. “So just James then?”

“Please, no, Bucky is just fine.”

“Okay, Bucky. So, training?”

“5 am.”

Laela’s face drops. “Are you psychopaths? Who gets up at 5 am?”

“ OG Cap and Black Widow do. Do you want to meet them or not?”

                                         ---

Laela tried to hide her eyes from the god awful brightness coming from the digital numbers on the alarm clock. She remembered the last time she got up this early was for school, which she always compared to prison. Being up before the morning light, the frumpy uniforms, and the annoying classmates. Bucky, true to his word, came to Laela’s room to make sure she was up at exactly 4:45.

Well, at least one thing could be said for waking up early, she didn’t have to wear that ugly uniform anymore and she’d get to meet Captain America.

Well, the former Captain America, at least.

He’s just as the pictures showed him to be, a blonde, blue-eyed All American boy and just as commanding as Laela imagined he’d be. And the same could be said for Black Widow. Mysterious, fiery red hair and an almost mischievous smirk ever present on her face, like she knew something about others but wouldn’t let on exactly what.

Their introductions are short, with Steve being more formal than necessary by addressing Laela by Miss Gray and ma’am within the first few minutes of speaking. Laela hated being addressed so formally but she could forgive him, to be fair, she’d already slipped up and referred to him as Captain within that same few minutes.

“I think you know we won’t go easy on you,” Steve spoke as they moved to the training mats.

“I’d be a little insulted if you felt you had to-“

In one swoop, Laela is sprawled out on the floor, lungs grasping at what air they could get and the ceiling above her blurring a bit. She kind of missed being snuggled in her bed now. How exactly did this teach anything? Other than how unprepared for fighting she was?

“You know, when they said men from the 40s swept women off their feet, this is not what I envisioned,” She groans out, the air barely coming back into her lungs. She could just barely make out in her vision Bucky snickering into his palm next to Natasha off to the side. Hardy har har, Barnes, you’ll get yours soon enough.

“Steve wouldn’t know a thing about that, his interaction with the opposite sex is limited,” Natasha seems to tease him as she offers a hand to Laela. “But don’t worry, he’ll have the training wheels off soon enough.”

“Shit.” Laela yelped, as the rest of her body seemed to realize little to no preparation for training to fight in any form had very real consequences on one’s body. Not that Laela didn’t know a few things from taking some boxing lessons, but she’s never really been a fighter.

Except maybe that one time in fifth grade, one of her classmates, Vanya was her name, had said something to piss her off and with all her might, she threw back her arm and sent it straight back into her stomach. It sent her doubling over and earned Laela the one, and only, detention she ever had.

This was no schoolyard fight in the slightest.

“I think that’s enough-“

Laela smiled and shook her head. “Eh, we just started. Give me a few hours and I’ll be a natural.”

At first, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Laela is, in fact, not a natural. A few knocked out teeth and bruising later, it’s almost like she’d known these moves all her life.

Another strange factor to this power was the healing. She only noticed it two days after her arrival to the compound. She hadn’t mentioned it, finding it was more of an advantage rather than another thing to worry about.

“Good job. You’re no Steve yet, but you’ll get there,” Natasha says.

“Yeah, well,” Laela managed to say, “Thanks for the review, I guess.”

Natasha’s response is overtaken by shouting and the furious, almost urgent stomping. Someone, who Laela finds out is Tony, grabs her arm and practically rips her arm off as he tugs her away from the training room.

Why did it seem like Laela was being taken from disaster to disaster?

#bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes x reader #daisy johnson #agents of shield #tony stark x reader #sam wilson x reader #sharon carter x reader #avengers x oc

[dumbchickwrites]

the end of the rainbow 🌈 — part 1

Pairings: Sam Wilson x OC! Iris Fury.

Warnings: none (for now eheheh).

Words: 1488.

Summary: Former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Iris Fury, daughter of Nick Fury, is called by her father to assist the Avengers while agent Romanoff recovers from a few wounds. A certain Falcon catches her eye. Follow Iris and Sam as they take a walk on the rainbow and eventually find out what hides at the end of that beautiful path.

A/N: Remember a while back when I said I was done writing? LOL. Anyway, this is my very first Sam Wilson fanfiction and my first OC fanfiction. A little fact about the title: I called it The End of the Rainbow because in Greek mythology, the goddess Iris was a messenger who travelled on the rainbow between the gods and the humans. This note’s getting pretty long (can you tell I’m excited?), so I’m just gonna wrap it here. Enjoy!

please reblog and comment if you like! <3

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Bucky's feet silently slid on the polished floor as he sleepily dragged himself to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Everything was dark and empty, as a home should be at three in the morning.

Except the common room wasn't.

Now fully alert, Bucky came back on his steps to find a woman sitting in a chair, a book in her lap and a steaming cup in her hand. She was wearing all black, her kinky curls pulled back into a sleek ponytail.

She took a sip of her beverage without looking up at the man in front of her, though she was perfectly aware of his presence. She flipped a page of the book.

The former Hydra soldier flexed his metal arm, ready to spring into action.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

The woman remained silent.

"I asked you a question," Bucky took a step towards the intruder.

She held up a finger and shushed him. "Not now, Sarge. The story's getting good."

Bucky's frown deepened with a mix of confusion and offence. Who in the world was this woman to show up in his home in the middle of the night and tell him to shut up?! And she'd made herself comfortable!

"Okay," Bucky huffed. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., wake up the rest of the team, please. We got a situation here."

"That won't be necessary, F.R.I.D.A.Y.," the woman spoke again. She still hadn't looked at him, not tearing her eyes off the book. "Let them sleep."

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.?"

"I'm sorry, Mr Barnes. Your authority has been overridden," the A.I. said.

"Overrid— What?! I'm gonna need someone to tell me what the hell is going on here!" the volume of his voice increased as he started waving his arms.

The woman finally looked up from the book with an exasperated sigh. Why couldn't he just go back to bed, she thought. It was way too early — or late — for her to be dealing with this. She closed the book and set it on the coffee table, then sat back in the chair to make herself more comfortable.

"My name is Iris Fury. I'm here to help you guys."

*

"Most of you know Agent Fury here—"

Iris leaned towards her father to whisper something in his ear, which made him roll his eyes. Or at least, the one people could see.

The team sat in front of Nick Fury and his daughter. They had the same stance — hands behind their backs, standing straight, legs slightly apart and chin up. They even both wore all black outfits, though Iris looked slightly taller than her father thanks to her heeled boots.

"...Agent Clarke here," he gave her a pointed look. "She used to work for S.H.I.E.L.D., but now works for MI6. She's going to fill up Agent Romanoff's duties while she recovers from her injuries."

Iris smiled at the team from where she stood. Agent Barnes was sulking at the end of the table, for some reason. She wasn't sure why, but she made a mental note to clear the air with him before things got too weird. Natasha sent her a warm smile, which she acknowledged by winking at her. It had been a long time since she saw the Avengers. Last time she was in the U.S., there were six of them but only Steve and Natasha were with her in Washington D.C. when S.H.I.E.L.D. collapsed, leaving the country with a major breach in its military intelligence. She also vaguely remembered Sam. She'd only exchanged a few words with him but he'd been quite helpful.

"I'm off to D.C.," her father said. "I expect y'all to treat my daughter well—"

"Dad!" she hissed. "This is highly unprofessional!"

"And I expect you to be on your best behaviour.”

Iris rolled her eyes at her dad, reminding him that she wasn’t a kid anymore. They exchanged a long gaze before her father squeezed her shoulder and stepped out of the conference room.

Once Nick was out of sight, she turned back to the team with a smile.

"So," she clapped her hands.

Clint rushed to her to engulf her in a fatherly hug. She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him with all she had.

"I haven't seen you in so long, kiddo! Wow! Nat, look at our baby!" Clint was beaming, pointing at Iris.

"Your baby?" Tony perked up. "I'm sorry, but I babysat her."

"Babysat?" Iris parroted. "Tony, I was seventeen when we met," she laughed.

"Exactly!"

They all joked like this for a few moments before they led Iris to the kitchen. Tony started taking out the fruits and vegetables he needed to make his famous green juice, Sam started cooking the eggs and bacon, and Clint was on waffle duty. Iris wanted to help, but they told her to "sit down and be cute", something that Clint always told her when she was a child, running around S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

"So this is Wanda," Clint pointed toward the Scarlet Witch with his laddle, batter dripping on the counter. Iris saw Tony make a face at it, which amused her. "I mean you probably know who everyone here is, but let's do this the old-fashioned way. You already know Bucky," he was still sulking in a corner, a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Yeah, I do know him," Iris said, absentmindedly rubbing the two scars on her shoulder and collarbone over her long-sleeved shirt.

"Uh... and you already know Sam, too."

Iris sent a little wave his way, to which he smiled.

Wanda came to sit next to Iris, already talking her ear off. She didn't mind though, it was cute. Steve, Natasha and Bucky were already sat at the table, talking about God-knows-what.

"Hey, where's Rhodey?" Iris asked after a few moments, realising someone was missing.

"He's with Vision, he's helping him with something," Tony answered while serving the juice. "He'll be here soon."

Though no one wanted her to help for the time being, she still helped set the table and made some fresh orange juice.

"So, Pumpkin, you know everything about everyone here, but we're kind of in the dark here. What have you been up to?" Tony asked.

Everyone's eyes fell on her and it took all she had for her not to squirm under their intense gazes. She usually didn't mind attention but they were the Avengers, after all.

"Oh, uh... I don't think I know everything..." Tony motioned for her to keep talking so she did. "Well, after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell I joined MI6, like daddy said."

"Speaking of that, I love the accent," Natasha said. “What’s up with the Clarke, though? Are you married?”

"Thanks Nat. And God no,” she chuckled. “It’s my mother’s maiden name. I wanted to make it on my own, without daddy’s name.”

"So do you guys have a real life James Bond or something like that?" Wanda asked. "Is it like in the movies? With the cool tech?”

Iris threw her head back in a laugh. If she had a penny every time someone asked her that question, she'd probably have like $50 or something.

"Kind of. Look," she raised her wrist and pressed a button on the side of her watch. A holographic display emerged in the air, pictures and documents slowly swirling. Iris pressed the button again and the hologram disappeared as Wanda watched, her mouth hung open in a "woah".

"So it's like bootleg Stark tech," Tony said matter-of-factly.

Iris simply shrugged, "Sure."

After finishing breakfast and helping with the dishes, Iris went back to her bedroom to finish unpacking her things. Tony had had a room ready for her the minute Nick called him.

She was folding her clothes while swaying to the music playing in the background when she sensed someone looking at her. She placed the pair of jeans she was holding on top of their designated pile before turning towards the door to look at Sam.

“Hey,” he said. “Tony sent me to see if you needed anything,” he crossed one leg over the other and leaned on the doorframe.

“I’m good, thanks. I could eat more of that bacon though,” she added with a smile. “You make some nice eggs, too.”

“I like to think of it as my hidden talent,” he shrugged, a smirk on his lips.

“Cooking in general or just eggs?” Iris started folding a shirt.

“I guess you’ll find out if you stick around long enough.”

“I hope I will,” she said, biting her lower lip to hide her smile.

Sam winked at her before disappearing in the hallway, a slight dip in his steps. He made his way to his own room so that he could change into some workout clothes and hit the gym. Clear his head a little. Ungodly thoughts had been swirling in his mind for an hour, all provoked by the particular way a certain word sounded in Iris’ mouth.

#sam wilson #falcon #sam wilson fanfiction #sam wilson x oc #sam wilson x black woman oc

[wiypt-writes]

Rock ‘N’ Roll People In A Disco World

Part 2- Panic At The Disco

Intro: You head to the hospital as Paul’s life hangs in the balance and as you wait for news, you start to reflect on the early days of your relationship.

Pairing: Paul Diskant x Reader

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: So, you migh recognise a few familiar names/faces in this as well- I can assure you this isn’t an Avengers/Diskant AU, just a way for me to pay tribute to a few of our faves…because, why not!

Rock ‘n’ Roll People Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 1

"All units, we have a possible 2-4-5 in progress at 4223 E Palm, South of Figueroa and 1st. Unit responding is requesting back up, 11-9-9, Code 3."

"Unit 613 responding, Code 3."

The call went out over dispatch and you felt a slight relief at the fact support was on its way. You took a deep breath, held firm, your weapon poised as your partner stood next to you. 

"LAPD, drop the weapon and come out with your hands up. We will fire." Officer Barton, a long time veteran on beat called out. "Panny, hit the porch."

You nodded and walked the short steps, bracing yourself against the stucco near the jam. 

"Come on Garcia, your old lady called it in, I have back up coming, bro. You don't want this to go down worse than it is," Barton shouted. "Don't make my Rookie work hard today, man."

Lights and sirens filled your ears and soon a second unit had arrived on scene. The suspect, now surrounded, soon surrendered, his weapon dropped to the ground as he came out of his home with his hands up. 

The second unit to respond to the call was helping Barton with the arrest while you headed inside to check on the girlfriend who'd called it in. She was beat up and bloodied, a bullet graze across her upper left arm. Paramedics were treating her as you wrote down everything she could tell you for the report to be filed later. 

You gave the woman’s hand a little squeeze as you promised her you’d be right back and headed outside where you saw Barton stood talking to one of the duty sergeants from the second unit and another officer who you hadn’t seen before.

"She's requesting an escort, both medics are male," You said to Barton.

“Okay.” Barton nodded. “You good to take it or do you want me to call back and request someone take over?”

You shook your head, “Nah, I’m good, I could use the overtime. It’s no problem.”

"Rookies, always looking for the pay out," Barton laughed at you and you snorted before you looked back at the house.

“Well, to be honest I wanna make sure she’s okay, she’s beat up pretty bad.”

"Yeah, well this isn't their first 240 but now, it's bumping to a 273D, if she keeps the chargers." Barton nodded. “Okay, go with her and I’ll file the initial report when I get back. You can add your details to it later.”

“See, we’re not always money grabbing assholes.” The officer you’d never met before turned his eyes to the sergeant who met his look with one of his own. “Some of us rookies are simply driven by our social conscience.”

As the two men looked at one another it was clear that the statement meant something, and you could probably take a good guess that the officer in question had also had his fair share of rookie jokes at his expense. It was part and parcel of being a newbie.

“Oooh I’m sensing a little bit of tension there, Barnes!” Barton looked at the sergeant who scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“He’s a wise guy, thinks he’s funny.”

“I don’t think it, I know it.” The buzz cut man shrugged. “Why else does everyone laugh at me when I walk into a room?”

At that you couldn’t help a little chuckle of laughter as your eyes looked over the hood of Sargent Barnes' black and white and caught the name plate of the wise ass, before your eyes flicked up to his face. A pair of shades were pushed up on top of his shorn light brown hair, revealing a pair of blue eyes which were twinkling slightly with good humour. He was clean shaven with a strong jawline, and a pretty handsome profile with high cheekbones and a smattering of freckles over his nose. Two strong arms folded over a broad chest, as he stood tall, a good inch or so above Sergeant Barnes and a fair few over you. 

His eyes caught yours, a smirk curling in his lips as he clearly thought you’d been checking him out.

Which, to be fair, you had, and all in all, he was pretty damned hot.

"Don't I know you?" He asked, his hands unfolding from across his chest and coming to rest on his utility belt, either side of the buck.

“I don’t think so.” You shook your head.

“I’m sure I do. I never forget a pretty face.”

You laughed at the blatant pick up line and looked at Barton who was watching, his eyebrow raised. You shook your head and turned back to make some sly quip of your own before the medic interrupted the exchange, telling you they were ready for transport. You nodded before once more switching your attention back to the three men around you.

“It’s been a pleasure, gents.” You smiled, nodding to both Barton and Sergeant Barnes before you turned to look at the other man. "Diskant.”

He feigns a pain to his chest with a hard slap of his right hand over his heart. "Uh, you do know me! That hurts."

“Read your name tag.” You shrugged and with that you turned and left.

The red and blue lights of the black and white bouncing off the concrete exterior of UCLA Medical Centre as you arrived brought you out of your memory. Officer Weiss opened the door for you and escorted you inside where the waiting room had been cleared and you were met with the somber faces of not only Captain Biggs, but Paul's Captain, Sam Wilson. But what brought your world crashing down on you for the second time that night was seeing your own Captain, Steve Rogers, waiting for you. Wilson had to have called him in.

"Steve," your voice quivered as your Captain and friend wrapped an arm around you. Sam, too, pulling you close. "What...." you couldn't even get the words out, each syllable choked back by the closing of your throat, sobs threatening to escape. 

"We don't know, not yet. The call came in as an officer down, unit in pursuit. Medics arrived and called in code blue, 10-45C GSW to the neck. As soon as they arrived he was wheeled into emergency surgery," Captain Biggs explained. 

The air left your lungs at the news and you near hit the floor, both Rogers and Wilson catching an arm, and had you been more with it, you’d have clocked the worried look that your Captain shot Sam. He'd known you since your training at the academy, his eye on you for SWAT from the get go, and never had he seen your lose control in such a way. You hadn’t on the job, not once. It was something you prided yourself on.

Biggs grabbed a chair from the wall behind him, where a dozen lined the sterile white space, and allowed you to flop into it. Your hands were shaking, legs bouncing on the balls of your feet, the tore up converse you’d slipped on squeaking a little on the clinical floor. You’d dressed in such a haste, your skinny jeans being grabbed straight back off the top of the hamper for you to put on, one of Paul’s hoodies being pulled on over a tight camisole. Whilst you hadn’t given a single thought to what you were wearing, clearly your subconscious had wanted to be near him, and you were glad as you pulled the dark grey item round you tighter, breathing in his smell. And you were reminded of the first time you were able to really be close enough to smell his cologne or deodorant, a smell that was uniquely Paul Diskant. 

It was Friday and your shift had just finished. It was the first time your rest days had fallen over a Saturday and Sunday, and you were making the most of it. A few from your team were heading to Jack's Bar for a few beers and, you suspected, a lot of shots and probably karaoke later, apparently that’s how your team nights went down.

You’d been there a few hours and your rounds had all gotten out of sync, as was always the case when everyone had had a few, so you stood up to head to the bar to get yourself a refill, cringing at the cat-screeching masquerading as singing which was ringing around the room. You found a space, placing your empty glass on the smooth wood of the bar and stood waiting for the bar tender. You hadn’t been there long when someone sidled in next to you, their elbow lightly brushing your arm and you glanced up to see the handsome, buzz-cut officer that had attended the 273D you’d dealt with in the week.

“Did you bring your cuffs?” He asked and you frowned, looking at him.

“What? Why?”

He jerked his head over his shoulder in the direction of the woman singing, “because she’s murdering Shania Twain and whilst she may feel like a woman, personally I feel that as police officers, it’s our duty to prevent crimes of this nature.”

You groaned out a laugh, “Jesus, you’re terrible”

“My name isn’t Jesus, but give me a chance and I’ll make you say ‘Oh God’,” he shot you a wink, “how’s that for terrible?”

You laughed and shook your head, cocking it slightly to one side as you studied him for a second. And then, you decided on a little joke of your own. “It’s Disco, right?”

He groaned, dropping his head in a dramatic sigh. “Diskant. Come on, you read my name tag, remember?”

"Diskant."  You shrugged, "Close enough."

He chuckled, nodding to your drink that was down to the foam at the bottom of the glass, "what are you drinking?"

"Beer," you replied.

"Any beer? Or..."

"The Heff," you nod to the taps.

Diskant waved the bartender over, "Jack, can we get another round, one for me and one for Officer...."

"Y/L/N."

"Officer Y/L/N. Whatever she's drinking."

"It's Paul by the way," he smirked at you while dropping some cash on the bar top as Jack returned your beers.

"Thanks for the beer, Disco," You winked and walked off to join your partner and the rest of the shift team.

“Woah, it’s like that? I buy you a drink and you bail, without even telling me your name?” He scoffed and you turned to look at him over your shoulder, giving him a smirk.

“Yeah," you shrugged, and when you turned away you could feel his eyes burning into your back.

Later, you saw him laughing in a full body tilt, eyes crinkled and his smile exploding. His partner, whom you'd recognized again as Barnes, had said something ridiculous causing the table to erupt.

You headed to the bar and ordered a round of shots for your team and another beer to chase it. But sent one over Paul's way, with a note on the napkin.

When the waitress took the beer to him, she placed the napkin down first, making sure he saw the scribbled note.

'Now we're even. - Y/N'

You watched as he read the note, a huge smile breaking over his handsome face and he turned, bright eyes searching the bar. When they fell on you, he arched his brow and raised his beer in thanks. You gave a sharp jerk of your head to show you’d seen and turned back to your team.

From then on, he was a persistent little shit. He'd somehow figured out your shift patterns, catching you in and out of the doors to the station as you'd be coming off shift and he starting his. Barton liked to give you shit for it as he'd always walk with you out, calling Diskant "your lost, little puppy-dog" and the unit were quick to catch on. It was all in good fun, until one day, you'd worked a tough shift; chasing down a couple of suspects and catching yourself up on a fence, gashing your arm good. Medics treated you at the scene, but told you that it required stitches. You finished you shift anyway and like clockwork, there he was walking in as you were out.

"Hey Y/N, you okay?" He'd expressed concern as your face was blatantly displaying your discomfort and mood which wasn’t great.

You were tired, irritated and in pain, now that the day was over, you wanted to just go home, so you seemed to snap in reply, "What the hell is it gonna take for you to just go away?"

Your response took him back a bit as he raised his hands in defense."Whoa, relax," his voice was soft and careful.

You sighed and stepped out of the way of the different people coming in and out the doors. He followed. "I'm sorry, that was shitty. It's just been a really long day."

"It’s okay, I get it. Look, I'm off today, I was coming in to get some stuff I left in my locker. I'm sorry if I've crossed a line somehow."

You thought to yourself for a moment. He hadn't crossed any line, not one that made you uncomfortable. You had your own reservations about dating someone from work, but it wasn’t like no one else did it, hell, half the entire force seemed to be married to one another, and if you were honest, you were actually kind of attracted to him and you found his flirty way of things to be fun and you liked it.

“No, you didn’t, like I said, bad day.” You shook your head. “I gotta head to the clinic for some stitches, and if I’m honest, I’m not a huge fan of needles so...."

He frowned “you hurt yourself?”

"Got hung up on a chain link chasing a perp through an alley. Finished the shift with the bandages from the medics, now I gotta take care of it."

"Do you... errr...", he moved out of the way of someone leaving the building and scratched the back of his neck, "do you need a lift up there or something, I got nothing else on."

"I could use a ride, sure," you shrugged, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Okay, well gimme two minutes to grab something out of my locker and I’ll be with you in a second.”

You headed out of the way of the various traffic in and out of the station and perched on the low wall that surrounded the parking lot. True to his word, Diskant emerged a few minutes later, sliding his shades down from his head to his eyes, a bright pink gift bag in his hand and for some inexplicable reason, you felt your heart sink at the sight of the item in his hand, it was clearly for a woman.

“Who’s the lucky girl?” You asked, nodding to it as he stopped in front of you. A smirk crossed his face and a brow arched over the top of his wraparounds.

“Is that your way of asking me if I have a girlfriend?” He quipped and you hastily shook your head, lying through your teeth.

“No, I was just…making conversation. Besides, you might be gay for all I know.” You finished lamely and he snorted.

“Well, I’m not, and it’s for my Mom. It’s her birthday tomorrow and she’s a pain in the ass for finding her presents in my room or wherever I hide them. That and I actually only picked it up yesterday and forgot about it.”

"None of my business." You shrugged and at that he sighed, looking down before he glanced at you, chuckling.

"You asked, sweetheart."

The pet name had you feeling a little warm around your neck. Thankfully, Diskant then led you to his car, the conversation moving swiftly onwards as you explained in a little more detail how you’d gotten your injury. By the time you’d finished you were out of the parking lot and had joined the steady stream of traffic on the main road.

“You should count yourself lucky that it was only your arm.” Paul mused, his thumb tapping the steering wheel. “One of the first shifts I ever did ended with the guy I’d been partnered with straddling a piece of razor-wire.”

“Ouch.” You winced and Paul wrinkled his nose.

“Lot of blood and screaming.” He sniffed. “Mind you, every cloud and all that, he said it would save him and his wife a fortune on a vasectomy.”

You blinked before your mouth fell open in disbelief and you scoffed, shaking your head. “Bullshit.”

“I swear down…”

“Don’t believe you, Disco.”

“Well, I’m offended on two counts. First that you think I’m untrustworthy and second you know that’s not my name.” He shook his head, hanging a right.

You shrugged, “I like it, it suits you.”

“I used to get that all the time at school.” He shrugged, “fucking everyone used to sing that damned D-I-S-C-O song in the halls.”

“Okay, now that’s in my head.” You smirked, and you opened your mouth to sing but he cut you off.

“Just, no.”

You laughed and took a deep breath. “Well, if it makes you feel any better my team call me Panny, short for Panic. On account of the fact I never seem to.”

At that he snorted, “yeah, I’m not calling you that, that’s, fucking awful!”

You let out a low chuckle, “Y/N’s fine.”

“Mind you,” he stole a quick glance at you before his eyes went back to the road. “Panic at the Disco, not a bad band.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled a little. The conversation flowed with little interruption or awkwardness and once you arrived, your time at the clinic seemed relatively fast. You'd figured he'd left as you'd said goodbye to one another when you'd entered the clinic but to your surprise, and catching you a bit off guard, he was still waiting. 

"You didn't have to wait." You smiled at him and he shrugged.

“How else you gonna get back for your car?" His eyes flicked down, noting the clean wound and stitches in your forearm.

“Uber?” You shrugged and he paused, before he took a deep breath.

“Okay, you could have but my mom taught me never to leave a lady in need of help.”

"I was in there for an hour," You chuckled.

“Yeah, and now I’m kinda hungry, are you hungry?"

“Diskant…”

"There's a little place I know where we get some great quick food."

"And if I say no?"

"I'm a gentleman and no is no, I’ll take you back to the lot and you get in your car.” He paused, "and then I'll go home and weep into my pillow as I deal with your rejection."

You laugh loudly, genuinely amused, "fine, take me to dinner."

"Woah, I didn't say anything about dinner. I said food."

"Fine, food, let's get some food."

With a grin he gestured for you to lead the way and you headed out of the medical centre back to his car.

It turns out the place he’d been meaning was the Santa Monica Pier. And the food he had in mind was hot dogs and fries, which suited you absolutely fine.

"Alright, I gotta hand it to you, this is a pretty good hot dog and the beer isn't half bad," You tilted back the drink and smiled. "But, it doesn't beat Coney Island."

"Never been," he shrugged, "so I'll have to take you at your word."

"What else do you take me for? Obviously, you're swindling your way into something."

"I resent that accusation, Y/N."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you just suckered me into a date." You teased and he paused, turning to face you. “And, seeing as you said that was what it would take to get you to leave me alone…” “No, this is not a date.” He cut you off, shaking his head.

 “Hmm, just the two of us, you bought me food, pretty sure it counts as a date.” You wrinkled your nose, your tone flirty and Paul shook his head once more.

“Nope. Absolutely not. There’s a vital element missing.”

“What?”

“I haven’t kissed you.” He signed dramatically. “So, I’m afraid that if you want me to count this as a date then you’re gonna have to lay one on me.”

“Oh my God-“ You burst out laughing, “You are-“

“Hey, I don’t make the rules, Y/N!”

“So, to be absolutely clear, if I kiss you this counts as a date?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Well,” You popped a shoulder, stepping a little closer to him, your eyes flicking from his to his lips, “what the hell.”

You brought your lips to his, a littler firmer than you'd thought but the feel of his mouth against yours was soft and in a way delicate and as you began to pull away, his arm looped around your rib cage and pulled you back in for a longer, deeper kiss that if you'd been honest with yourself, made your stomach tilt and your toes curl. The way his tongue dipped into your mouth was delightful, the salty hoppy taste of the beer and fries you were sharing still an essence in his mouth. 

Breathless, you pulled away, “You gonna leave me alone now?”

“Not a chance.” He chuckled and leaned in again for a third kiss. 

"Y/N..." the voice calling out to you was familiar but your head was pounding and nothing but a fog had filtered over you. Tearfully coming out of your memory, you looked up to see Dorothy, Paul's mom standing before you, her husband Jim in the background talking to Sam. 

"Hi," you croaked and stood from your chair. She immediately wrapped her arms around you in a tight embrace. "I'm sorry... I didn't..."

"Its okay, Jimmy called us after Sam had called us both." She tearfully explained. "We came as soon we'd heard." She nodded to James Barnes, Paul's former beat partner who was talking with Jim, Sam and now Steve. 

"Dotty, I... I'm scared." You cried and she took hold of you again. Together you cried until Jim came and hugged you both, his eyes tearful but his demeanour strong. As a force veteran himself, Big Jim Diskant knew all too well how these things could happen but never did he want to believe it'd be his own son wounded in the line of duty. 

Barnes was quick to hand you a tissue and you accepted with a sad, soft smile in thanks. "He's gonna pull through, doll. Just you watch. You can't get rid of him that easy."

Your quivering lip turned to a wobble until you saw the doctor emerge from the double doors that led into the body of the hospital. His scrubs were bloodied and you feared the worst as he called out, "family of Paul Diskant."

The world around you felt like it was moving at a snail's pace, your stomach in your throat as you, Dotty, Jim and those there to comfort you all made their way to the doctor. 

"We've moved him into the ICU. He's critical, however, I'm hard pressed to say stable. He's not out of the woods yet. The bullet hit his carotid artery which supplies the brain, face and neck and while we were able to remove it, he's lost a lot of blood and I feel it's best to keep him medically sedated until some real healing takes place. That's all up to him on how long that will take and how his body works. Unfortunately, until he wakes up, we won’t be able to determine if there will be any long lasting damage due to the loss of blood to the brain. You should know, we nearly lost him once during the procedure and I know he coded twice before arrival. He's a fighter, that's for sure. For now, he just needs time."

"Can we see him?" Dotty asked, the words not able to leave your lips. 

"You can. One at a time," the doctor replied. "ICU rules. I can take the first of you up with me now."

Dotty very quickly turned to you, "go on." You looked at her like a deer in headlights. Jim nodded in agreement with his wife. 

"Follow me," the doctor nodded to go with him and as he did, he handed you a small plastic bag. "We had to cut it off. I'm sorry."

He placed the bag containing Paul's St. Christopher medal in your hand. It was covered in blood, no doubt from what had happened and the weight of it felt heavier than it ever had before in your hand as you joined the good doctor on the lift up.

It had been a month into your relationship when your parents decided to head out for a week trip to New York, your dad making good on his promise to treat your mom for their anniversary. That meant that you and Paul were playing house for the week.

After seeing them off, you'd proudly tidied up and made sure you pampered yourself before your date night to kick the week off. Fridays post shift were usually spent at Jack's but, you were off and Paul and Barnes were already day shift, as if the stars had perfectly aligned for tonight. Your gut was telling you that after a month of heavy, very heavy petting, absolutely breath-taking make out sessions and a few down the pants moments, tonight just might be the night things would change for the two of you. And if not tonight, then hopefully while the two of you were shacked up for the next five days.

A few hours of primping, preening and a ridiculously relaxing bath, setting fire to that very diamonds and pearls side of you, you picked out your nicest lingerie, a little all black set of bra and panties that hid lines well in your selected sleek black dress. Paul had said the two of you were going for a nice dinner, and he promised it was truly a nice dinner, not like the last he'd said was nice and you two laughed your way through burgers at the Beach Hut. He was going to pick you up at five, and you needed to be ready.

Punctual as always, your doorbell rang and there he was, duffle in one hand, flowers for you in the other. He always brought you flowers on your dates and you loved the old fashioned in him that clearly was a product of his parents love story.

You smiled at him from behind red lips and smoky eyes, your hair down and straight. "Hey! Thank you!" You took the outstretched flowers and welcomed him in. 

"Wow," he whispered, getting the full view of you as he stepped inside the doorway. "Sweetheart, you..., wow."

“You said nice... so if you’re taking me to some dive, Disco, when I’m dressed like this there’s gonna be trouble.”

"I promise, it's nice." Dropping his overnight bag next to the stairs, he followed you into the kitchen as you put the flowers in a vase. You turned from the island and his lips were on yours. "You do look beautiful, but if you want to get into trouble, I've got my cuffs in the car." 

You didn't miss the fire in his eyes and the feeling between your legs. “I thought only bad girls get the cuffs?”

"Maybe we should see how bad you can get."

"You're gonna have to feed me first."

“Damn, you drive a hard bargain.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss, fingers scratching at the nape of his neck, "You think that's hard, you should..."

His finger covered your lips, "don't, don't finish that sentence or we'll never make dinner. THAT I can promise."

You smirked and pulled away from him fully, grabbing your hand bag off the entry table, "I'm ready, let's go."

The meal was divine, expensive and rich in place and taste, you dined on steaks and lobsters, Paul pulling out all the stops for such a new relationship and start of a fun weekend. You didn't mind, but you also knew that you'd have been fine with something simple too. 

"You know you didn’t have to spend so much, I’d have laid on my back for a sub," you sighed contently as he drove you two back to yours. 

"Well, in that case, fuck it, next time it's Subway."

"Is that what this was? You buttering me up so I'd sleep with you, Disco?"

“No, that’s...” he stopped and shrugged, “did it work?”

All you did was smirk back at him. From then, until tires skidded into the driveway, Paul drove at lightspeed, making a snarky comment about needing a red light for the dash or wishing he was in his squad car because he couldn't get you home fast enough. You were barely in the door before he was all over you, hands tangled through your hair, you kicking your shoes off at the bottom of the stairs. His strong arms and big hands lifted you off your feet as you clawed at him, your legs wrapping around his slender waist while he carried you up the stairs. It was a mix of breathy sounds and lots of tongue until your back hit the lamp at the landing stair, causing it to tilt, and the bulb to break. 

Shit," Paul cursed against your lips. 

"I'll get that later," you replied, continuing to fight for dominance in your kiss. 

He managed to get you to your room, but your pace slowed down as you entered, the heat lowering to a simmer unlike the two horny teenagers you’d both been in the stairs and hall. Your toes curled into your plush carpet as he set you down. Breathless and chests heaving, you kissed each other softly and slowly as your fingers unbuttoned his shirt, trying to hide your nerves. Your nails raked down the chest of his crisp white tee he wore underneath. You could feel his heart under your palm. 

Your eyes looked into his and you saw deep and beautiful blue pools staring back at you, a soft twitch of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. He took a half breath and his lips covered yours, his tongue slowly rolling over your top lip to pull you in. It made your stomach drop in need, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to close the space between you. 

His big hand splayed over your right ass cheek and held you there against him while the other hand cupped your face. If anyone were to walk in, they'd think you were one person, the two of you were so close to one another. Then you felt his hand trail over the curve of your backside, closer and closer to the start of your zipper. You felt your dress grow looser as he pulled the little metal piece over the teeth of its track. 

His lips trailed over your skin, and you could feel his heart now racing through his pulse point in his neck. Your eyes met his as he pulled away a second, "me too," You whispered.

A breathy chuckle left his lips and you pulled your dress away from your body, allowing the fabric to hit the floor. You felt naked despite the bra and panty set, his gaze taking all of you in. By no means was this your first time with a man, but it was your first time with Paul, and so far, you'd never felt or experienced anything like this and he wasn't even inside you yet. It was like your skin was on fire from the inside out, all of your nerves firing at once, causing everything to tingle and your breath to catch as your heart threatened to leap from your chest. 

His foot stepped between yours and he placed his hands on your hips, gently backing you into the bed, his lips sealing with yours, your hands holding his forearms to steady yourself. His hands cradled you as the two of you fell into the mattress, his body covering yours, his lips traveling down your neck and nipping at that sensitive spot that made your panties pool and your thighs clench. Your hands shoved the material of his button down over his shoulders and, as his lips carried on toward the swell of your breasts, he flung the shirt wherever it landed.

You smirked as he figured out the bra you had on was front closure and with a snap your breasts were freed. 

"Fuck, sweetheart," he said with a tone you'd never heard from him before.

He had his mouth on you before you could reply, your skin flushing and that twist of stomach igniting with pleasure. His hot tongue lolled around your nipple before suckling it between his teeth and giving it a little pull. You moaned as he pulled away, your fingers scratching at his neck. He smirked against your other breast as you arched into him, his free hand running over your hip and behind you to palm your ass as your leg lifted and bent a knee at his hip.

"I....oh God," you purred as his tongue licked and his mouth sucked, alternating between your breasts. "Fuck, I... Paul, please."

He sat back and ripped his shirt over his head, adding it to the pile. You could see he was solid from your foreplay and you knew the size he was packing. Your stomach twisted in anticipation. 

"Please... What?" He said softly as he left hot, wet kisses up the inside of your thigh. "You know, for a trained police officer I would expect you to have a little more self-control, Baby.”

"Shut up..."

He nipped at your thigh, and you moaned obscenely, your muscles twitching. "You gonna tell me what you want?" He nipped again, higher this time. "Or.."

"I need you."

“I asked what you want...”

"Fuck me."

Quickly he was standing, undoing his belt and pants while pulling a condom from his back pocket. You laid there amazed and in awe of the thick muscles of his entire body, the bare chest and tight abs he had on display. You'd seen his thick and full length before, hell, you'd even put your mouth around it but now, all you can think of is how it would feel deep inside you. Your eyes watched him with a hunger you could feel coursing all through you, the way he rolled the latex circle down his shaft and kneeled toward you on the bed. 

He pulled at your panties, peeling them away from your body, your legs lifting to remove them fully. You were soaked as he tested your folds, slicking the head of his cock. It felt so good already, you were squirming by the time his head dipped inside you. He caged you in with his body as he pressed into you little by little until you were both moaning at the perfect fit as he became fully seated inside you. His St. Christopher medal dangled between the two of you as it ghosted across your chest. 

Your hand gripped the medallion as you gave a gentle pull, his lips barely touching yours, "I said fuck me, Diskant." You sealed your words with a hard kiss, nothing but tongue inside his mouth and his hips snapped, again the two of you making lewd sounds as your bodies joined together.

He broke away from your kiss and thrust his hips forward again, slowly pulling out and snapping back in. It was blissful torture, your body experiencing each movement as if it were new. Your walls continuously contracted around him, giving him a pressure around his cock. It was a tight fit, but not painful, not uncomfortable in any way. Your eyes and his never broke away from each other, only lashes kissing cheeks as you would close your eyes for a kiss. 

With a deep, intentional roll of his hips, his lips moved across your jaw and neck, settling near your ear. "I love you," he whispered. 

You gasped as you felt your body react, "Oh fuck!" You moaned, your orgasm coming out of nowhere, tightening around him hard. 

"Fucking hell," Paul moaned as his hips sped up, until he was spasming inside you, his seed filling the barrier. 

He stilled while inside you, pulling out and slipping away with a soft kiss, only to come back cleaned up and pulling the sheet over the two of you. He curled his body around yours, your bare skin against his chest, his hand entwined with yours as his lips kissed your tousled head. "You're amazing."

You turned to look at him with your tired but happy eyes, "did you mean it?" 

A soft smile splayed over his features as his eyes twinkled a bit, understanding exactly what you were referring to. "I was being ironic, as I was, literally loving you." He took a pause and leaned in for a sweet, all lip kiss. "But hypothetically... if I did mean it..." 

You grinned, “then, hypothetically I’d say I love you to."

He chuckled and quickly pecked you again before settling in behind you for sleep. "Good to know."

The bell to the lift beeped and the doors loudly opened, bringing you to the present. It felt like everything took forever since you'd received Captain Biggs' call. You followed the doctor down the hall and after a sharp left, he showed you the doorway to Paul's room. 

As you stepped inside, your heart shattered. The first thing you noticed was how small and pale he looked there in his bed. Paul wasn't a small guy, in fact he was six feet of thick muscle and hard strength. A built frame that loved to wrap itself around you any chance he could. Your firm and well taught body fitting like the perfect piece to him. You swallowed hard as you stepped forward, closer to the edge of his bed. There were so many wires, so many leads hooked up to the various machines that ensured he stayed in his medicinal sleep and keeping him alive. A tube for the ventilator was in his mouth and down his throat while monitoring equipment measured his vitals, IV lines and pumps full of medication surrounded him, a feeding tube was stuck in his nose, and not to mention the various drains and catheters. You found yourself cursing all the episodes of ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ the pair of you had watched as you weren't sure if you'd rather not fucking know what the hell they all were. 

Despite the sick symphony of beeps and blips on the screens, the only sound you heard was the sound of his heart rate on its own monitor. A steady, morbid mantra reminding you that he was there but not really there with you. 

Gone were those beautiful blue eyes you loved waking up to each morning or staring deeply into as his pupils, lust blown with deep passion, love and desire stared back you while you made love. Hiding behind an ugly plastic tube were those pearly whites you loved seeing when he smiled or laughed with his whole body, his cheeky grin missing. Silent was the voice that would make your heart skip its beats, your body ignite, that would meet your voice in reply, 'sugar'. 

You held back the sob that was choking you breathless and you sat in the chair beside his bed, facing him. Your warm and soft hand took hold of his, and you were broken at how cold he felt. 

As you looked up for some form of help to the heavens above, your eyes looked back at him and you gave a breathy, shaky sigh, "hey, Stud."

***** Part 3

#rock n roll people in a disco world #Paul Diskant #paul diskant x reader #paul diskant x you #street kings #street kings fan fic #chris evans #chris evans characters

[saiilorstars]

Saiilorstars’ MCU Phase 2 OCs

because the ideas are coming to me now 

Julia “Jewel” Hendrix

Face Claim: Paolla Oliveira 

Pairing: OC x Bucky Barnes

Summary: **Pre- Captain America:TFA, continues after Avengers**. Before being drafted, Bucky Barnes meets a local designer Julia Hendrix who’s loved by everyone in the neighborhood for her work. Nobody considered the giant holes in her story, much less when her magic fingers kept producing such fine clothes. Even Bucky looked past the questionable answers and stories for the sake of his growing love for her. Julia was his precious jewel that he didn’t want to let go of. It was lamentable that only a couple letters, a few pictures, and some dresses—even one left unfinished—was all that remained of Julia Hendrix when she disappeared during WW2. In 2015, Jewel Renault is a devoted fashion influencer. She’s living her best life until Tony Stark introduces her to the famed Steve Rogers. As soon as he sees her, Steve immediately knows that this “Jewel Renault” is the same woman who disappeared long before Bucky ‘died’ in the war. So how did she get to 2015?

Publishing: no frikin clue 

Itzelle Belmonte 

Face Claim: Scarlet Gruber

Pairing: OC x Sam Wilson

Summary: **Starts in CA:WS**. Itzelle Belmonte has the firm belief that no kind of organization is true with their intentions. Whether it’s the CIA, S.H.I.E.L.D., S.W.O.R.D. or any other organization out there, she doesn’t trust them. It’s why she works alone as a P.I. So when long time friend Natasha Romanoff requests her help to take S.H.I.E.L.D. down, all Itzelle has to say is ‘I told you so’. Even when Itzelle works with Natasha and her two friends and the Avengers are born, she refuses to go anywhere near them...until she’s asked to help find the ultimate ghost. Finding the ex Winter Soldier is trouble enough and they want her to work with a partner too? Sam Wilson and the Avengers seem like good people but Itzelle isn’t dumb enough to believe it 100%.

Publishing date: your guess is as good as mine

Cayetanna Torres

Face Claim: Natalie Morales

Pairing: OC x Stephen Strange

Summary: **Takes place in Dr. Strange**. Cayetanna is sure that when she first trained in Kamar-Taj, she actually wanted to learn. She’s pretty sure that is not what Stephen Strange wants to do despite all his claims. Cayetanna almost makes a bet with Wong about it until she’s reprimanded for it by the Ancient One. Still, she’s trying to help out whenever she can (though it seems like half the time she’s forced to). Thank God she doesn’t have to stick around Kamar-Taj all the time or she would go crazy. She’ll take the New York Sanctum any day.

Publishing: probs after multiverse of madness 

Aleena Montesinos 

Face Claim: Renata Notni

Pairing: OC x Tom!Peter Parker

Summary: **Starts in CA:CW, continues in Spiderman H.**. Aleena fell under the Black Widow’s wing long ago and has since been training with her to one day be like the woman. Natasha never allowed Aleena to join S.H.I.E.L.D. nor the Avengers, claiming she was too young for such a world, but when the Accords happen, Aleena is sucked into the Avenger’s civil war. Unfortunately, she’s placed on the very team that her mentor -- almost mother -- betrays in the end. When Natasha knows she has to go on the run, she has to leave Aleena behind. It’s for the best, Natasha writes in the letter she leaves Aleena, along with a series of safety nets for the teenager’s future. Just when Aleena thinks she’s been left completely alone, the remaining Avengers recruit her but not for what she expected. Tony Stark sticks her in public school -- a place she’s never been to in her life -- and pushes Aleena to step away from what the Avengers do. Aleena calls Tony’s plan bullshit since she attends the same school where the very Spiderman he recruited also goes to.

Publishing: maybe a little earlier while I’m inspired

*Bonus*

Maribel Jenavid

Face Claim: Claudia Martin

Pairing: OC x Andrew!Peter Parker

Summary: After Peter Parker is sent back to his own universe, he feels (and knows) that there’s a new feeling to life. He’s not alone -- he has two ‘brothers’ now! In retrospect, he should’ve known before he met them that he wasn’t alone. Even though those he loved are gone, it didn’t mean that he had to feel alone. When he finally gets that, things start looking up almost immediately. It happens unexpectedly and nothing he would’ve thought of. Poor customer service and an angry employee almost leads a poor girl to an accident. As Peter Parker, he’s up and ready to put the employee in his place but the girl he pushed out of the way has a temper not to be trifled with. It’s initially dumbfounding to Peter to realize that he knows the girl too but indescribable when he says her name. Maribel Jenavid. 

Publishing: Currently being written :)!

Take a look at my MCU Phase 1 OCs! 

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[the-chocoholic-writer]

A New Ally

Word count: 822 Words

A/N: I am happy with my written story! Might turn this into a one shot series or something. This is also for the Falcon And The Winter Soldier series starting in less than 24 hours!! I’m so excited!!

Possibly: Bucky Barnes X OC X Sam Wilson + Symbiote

Sarah sits in one of hydra’s dark and wet cells, the voice in her head driving her crazy.

“Shut up...” she whispers to herself.

‘If we are to survive this... We need to work together... But if not I’ll gladly eat every single organ in your body until your nothing but a fleshy bag of bones!’ She grabs her head.

“Fine... So you die without a host for a specific amount of time and you can keep me alive if anything bad happens...”

‘A win-win... We can do whatever the fuck we want... wait... someone different is here…’

She looks up, watching as two silhouettes walk around in front of the glass door to her cage, Hydra realising they needed more protection against a monster they created.

A red light flashes once Sam presses the big red button, a warning light. Suddenly, a frosted glass door opens behind them, mist seeps out from the door and a shadow of a figure slowly walks towards them.

A woman walks out. Freckles covering her face, as her long brown hair is tied back in a ponytail. She is wearing a denim jacket with tears and, what the two men hope is paint, red splotches. She tilts her head at them.

“Are you Hydra? Or Life Foundation?” The pair look at each other confused.

“No we aren’t miss. Are you okay?” Her glassy blue-green eyes dart around the room, then towards the dead body on the ground.

“Are they all dead?” Sam nods slowly, worry flashing across his face.

“Yes...” She slowly walks towards the body and nudges it with her military boot.

“Good.” Her tone deepens from the soft floaty tone she had before. Her tone isn’t the only thing that changes as she storms towards the door, but freezes before she exits. “Do you boys need any help getting out?” They stare at her for a second before nodding.

“I’ve been here for a few years. Was helping the Life Foundation before I found out what true evil they were committing, so I got out. They put a large price on my head and when they got me back, they experimented on me... I’m not the same person I once was and I don’t think I ever will be.” Bucky looks at her, realising he isn’t the only one who has gone through something horrible by the same men.

“I’m sorry for what they have done to you, but I understand. If you wanna talk about it, I’m here for you...” She looks deeply into his eyes.

“I was also apart of the army so we are BOTH here for you.” Sam rests his hand on her shoulder softly, as she turns to him. She smiles softly at the two.

“Thank you... Both of you. I’m Sarah.”

“I’m Bucky.”

“And I’m Sam.”

The three get to a corner, before Sarah sticks her arms out and stops them from rounding it.

“Wait...”

“Hydra agents.. Everywhere.” Sam turns to the two brunettes. Sarah looks down, arguing with herself.

“I have an idea but do you trust me?”

“What?” She pushes off the wall and turns to them.

“I need to know you trust me and you won’t shoot me...” Her voice is shaking, hands twitching in her jacket pockets. Bucky looks to Sam and the communication between them is obvious, even through the silence.

“Yes.” The synchronisation between the two causes Sarah to jump a few millimetres on the spot.

“O-Okay... Good. I’ll be back...” Sarah takes a deep breath and rounds the corner, a red and black substance crawling it’s way up her legs until it covers her body. The large, red and black alien stands tall, muscles bulging as it lets out an ear piercing roar.

The screams of terror, the splattering of blood and the cracking of bones being torn in half is enough to cause Bucky and Sam to look at each other in horror and for them to round the corner, weapons ready. However, the two freeze at the sight of the alien tearing Hydra agents in two.

“Do you think this is what she meant by asking us to trust her?” Sam whispers to Bucky, but the alien suddenly stops... All is quiet until the symbiote drops the remaining pieces of the Hydra agent in its arms.

The large, bulging alien slowly looks over its shoulder at them, Bucky gripping his gun tightly, incase the alien turns on them while Sam’s wings are ready to get them out of there. The alien lifts its arms slowly and starts shrinking, becoming the woman they saw before. Sarah turns around and shrugs after a second.

“I have a parasite... I’ll explain once we are out of here.”

Sam and Bucky watch as she walks towards the door and peaks out.

“Was it just me or was that pretty awesome?” Sam turns to Bucky who is staring at Sarah.

“Yeah it was...” They watch her for a second before Sam gasps softly and turns to Bucky quickly.

“She is apart of the big 3...” Bucky groans and walks off to follow Sarah, Sam right behind him.

#bucky #buckybarnes #sam wilson #the winter soldier #falcon #marvel #avengers #bucky barnes oneshot #Sam wilson oneshot #symbiote #venom OC #bucky barnes x oc #sam wilson x oc #bucky barnes x oc x Sam wilson #symbiote!oc #sam wilson x oc x Bucky barnes

[extremelyblackandwhite]

heiress

pairing: bucky barnes x oc!reader 

a/n: this is part one of a four part series based on a song lyrics sent to me by an amazing anon with a reader based on my favourite oc. 

“letters strewn across your bedroom floor. such beautiful words but you can’t remember who they’re for“

Y/N collapsed against the thin black matt again, her head thumping against the worn out floors off the compound and her hair covering the view of the younger recruits dancing in black ballerina costumes to the sound of ominous piano. She pushed her hands against the black mattress to look at her professor who was staring her down, yet he always did. He was taller than her, taller than any recruit around so if the metal arm wasn’t intimidating enough, his looking down into those storm filled eyes did the trick.

    - That was a cheap shot. 

    - There are no cheap shots in the battlefield. - he extended his hand to her but she denied him, instead using her hands against the matt to pull herself up. - You cannot expect ...

    - Fairness in battle. - she completed his sentence, arranging her ponytail while pulling the strap of her black top up. - I know, you’ve told me many times.

   - Then you should already know it. You keep this up and you’ll return to ballet.

   - You’re just a terrible professor. - she smirked, taking a few steps away to consider her next move. - You can’t expect me to expect someone to hit me in the chest.

    - I expect to see you in the Red Room. - he said, shrugging it out but she knew exactly what that entailed. The red room, the other black widows, she wanted none of that, none of that lifestyle. - You’re a good marksman. Just need hand to hand combat.

   - Best out of five?

   - We are not gonna stop until you bring me down.

   - Will you tell me your name if I bring you down?

   - You know my name. - he spoke like an authoritarian professor, perfect posture and senses as if he expected an attack from every corner. Maybe he was right in fearing an attack yet his position was almost frozen, tense even ... as if someone held strings over him and controlled him like a puppet. - C’mon, Daisy. You can graduate and become as good as any girl here.

  - I’ll tell you my name if you tell me yours.

  - I know your name. 

  - I meant my real name, not my code name.

  - Stop joking around and bring me down. 

Y/N pushed her jacket up as she stepped in the middle of the street with Monica and Wanda by her side. It had only been 2 months out of Westview, 2 short months compiled of hiding from whatever was left of SHIELD, SWORD and from the identity who had created Wanda’s fake haven. The plan was simple, elemental even, yet it proved much harder to gather evidence on SHIELD and SWORD’s plan when both she, Monica, Wanda, Jimmy and Darcy had both been considered highly dangerous fugitives so whatever they did had to be undercover. The walls have ears and eyes so all care was necessary, which meant no display of supernatural abilities or anything that could connect them to themselves. HYDRA had gone underground and still seemed to be pulling at the strings of SHIELD and SWORD, as Ross was working on a new generation of super soldiers with the excuse the world needed security after the Avengers dissolved and Captain America, Steve Rogers, dropped his shield. She should’ve known, after SWORD and SHIELD started experimenting with Vision’s body. She should’ve known but with the threat of Westview, they kept both her and Monica in the dark, instead redirecting their attentions to framing Wanda as a fugitive.

     - If that SHIELD hideaway is still around, it won’t be short of traps. - Monica commented, eyes surrounding the sea of people around. - What’s the plan?

    - Yelena and Jimmy are going around and Vision and Darcy are in the helicopter surrounding the top. 

     - You do know Vision can fly, right? - Wanda smirked, yet the unbelievable thing was she had not referred to him as her husband despite the wedding band around her finger.

     - Regular people can’t fly. - Monica said, rather amused at the thought of Vision trying to go by undercover in the sky.

     - We found it. - Yelena’s voice came through the intercom on her ear. - There better be some fighting for it to be worth while.

     - Wait up, we’ll let you know when we enter. No fighting.

     - You’re no fun.

They did not know exactly what they were looking for, they were just looking for evidence. her father was always keen on scattering things around. If there was something her father was right about was not keeping everything in one place, people would find it easily. She was sure, she was sure she would find something in that place which was connected to HYDRA, even if it was a map of other locations. If she were ever to clean their names, she needed evidence and then she needed to stop them. Super soldiers should have stayed in the past yet despite HYDRAs and her father’s mistakes the very organisations who swore to protect Earth, were making the same mistakes. 

The mundane looking home appeared in the horizon. It looked less scary now, less official than when her father dropped her there to be collected by Madam B. Even now, so many years past it she could fell the snow falling on her arms as the stern woman dragged her away from everything she knew. It haunted her, it still did and flashbacks went through her mind as she yelled for her father not to let that woman take her. She begged and sobbed but he turned his back on her as if her discomfort did not matter. Almost as cold as the snow that fell from the ground.

    - Hey ... - Monica put her hand on her shoulder, soft, reassuring smile. - He’s locked up. Can’t send you away anymore.

    - Even if he tried ... - Wanda’s eyes glowed red. - He wouldn’t win.

    - Let’s get this over and done with. - Y/N sighed, looking at the door as if it was a bitter lover. - Yelena, we’re coming in.

    - Copy.

Wanda rose her hand, twisting as the intricate set of locks and codes was over ridden by the red glow of her powers. Yes, it was no ordinary way of opening a door but it was the best shoot. The once scary room was dark, filled with dust and reminders of a great time for SHIELD. Walking in, she could smell the rotting wood, gun powder, and mold. It was funny how the house which still haunted her dreams was collapsing onto itself, a simple symbol of times which were coming to an end. Yet, like her trauma, it still remained tall, in the heart of Washington. They walked in slowly, nothing but the sound of their breathing until a floor board creaked. Immediately Monica pulled out her gun while Wanda’s eyes lit red and Y/N grabbed the gun tucked in her trousers. She moved her hand slowly, the old candles in the tables lightening up. As the light engulfed the room, she found the intruders had also guns pointed at them.

   - Drop your weapons. - she knew them. Sharon Carter, Sam Wilson, and ... Bucky Barnes. Shit.

   - I’m afraid not. - Monica replied, never wavering stance which could make even the strongest of man cower. - State your business.

   - I thought you said no fight. - Yelena came up from behind with Jimmy, both holding their guns up. 

   - You’re surrounded. Drop. Your. Weapons. - Monica repeated.

   - Wait, I know him. - Yelena pointed her gun at Bucky. - You were in the Red Room.

   - Maybe you should drop your weapons. You’re the one with a terrorist who harboured a whole town of innocents.

   - Sharon, I didn’t peg you for a gullible one. - Y/N’s eyes shone dim white, before she dropped her weapon. - We’re not your enemy and we are not looking for a fight.

   - I am. - Yelena rolled her eyes.

   - Lieutenant Ross wants to build a super soldier army and he’s looking for whatever information there is on the Winter Soldier program and Captain America. They were experimenting on Vision before Wanda broke him out and then both were held hostage in a simulation. We are not criminals.

   - You’re your father’s daughter why should I believe in you?

   - Because if not it’s 3 against 7 and it’s not a very fair fight. - Wanda snarked back before moving her hand, making the three point at each other. - Or you can shoot each other. 

   - That’s just mean, Wanda. Don’t you have a little pity for your friend? - Sam looked her way. - Look, we’re on the run. We’re not looking to turn you in.

   - Then drop it. - Monica shrugged. - You’re not gonna win.

   - I only count 5, I like my odds. 

   - Vision and Darcy are outside. 

   - I thought Vision was super dead. - Sam whispered over to Bucky who shrugged at his words, them registering void as his mind rushed over the strings of his memory to try and find why the woman who had just lowered her weapon was so familiar yet his memory seemed surrounded by red tint, nothing coming. - Wanda, you know me. We’re not here with malice, there’s no need for a fight.

   - This is waste of time. - Yelena rolled her eyes, lowering her own weapon. - Can’t you make magical handcuffs, Wanda?

  - That’s a gross understatement of what I can do ... - her eyes glowed red as they usually did whenever she used her powers to a particular extreme. 

  - We’re not starting a fight. - Wanda looked Y/N’s way as those particular words left her mouth. She could feel her energy trying to slip into her mind and successfully do so. Whatever made her mind safe from her tended to waver in delicate situations and Wanda loved whenever she got to peak inside her mind. This time she merely gave her a teasing look, eyes returning to their natural light green hue. Her eyes did not lie and she guessed neither did whatever piece of her mind Wanda got hold of. - We’re under Nick Fury. The last thing we are is your foe. 

   - Hey... is this what we looking for? - Jimmy held up a file with LE-0623. The number itself made her sick to her stomach. Every memory she had somehow had that number from the black shirt he wore to train to the files on her father’s desk. There was no question they had the right file, or at least one of the files on the Winter Soldier. She remembered laughing to herself at how long it had taken for someone to find one of the soldier’s red notebooks. To her knowledge there were at least five: one with HYDRA, one at the Red Room, one with a holder and the other two at different safe houses. She remembered Madam B. telling her the soldier was more machine than man and as such, like every machine, required an instruction book. It was sick, she thought the analogy was sick and now looking at him, years after she had known him, it felt sicker. There had always been a human inside the soldier but HYDRA was not interested in humanity unless it was submissive to them.

   - You can come. - Monica suggested. - You’re not exactly America’s sweethearts at the moment.

   - Why should we trust you? - Sharon cocked her head to the side. Why should she trust a team with the daughter of a man who had taken down her aunt’s life project? Y/N wouldn’t have trust her if she were in her place. - Or is that a kinder way of saying we’re captive?

 - You really think we’d need a kind way to hold you captive? - Wanda turned around, exiting the building. She probably knew the outcome of their decision before they told anyone. 

The two man shared a knowing look between them, following Wanda out with Yelena fast on their step but Y/N stood behind. The whole room looked so much smaller yet it vibrated with memories she had buried deep into her subconsciousness. It was still there, everything as it was growing old with dust just like her childhood.  It was lost. Monica looked at her with kind eyes, drapping her arm over her shoulder like she did whenever they were both recruits at SWORD. Everything seemed so far away now, even Westview seemed far. Time seemed to pass by the two like an enemy yet it lingered in the memories which haunted at night.

   - You three should go with Yelena. - Monica suggested. - You can come with us, Jimmy.

  - I’ll go with Yelena. - Wanda walked over to the former Red Room graduate, eyes still gazing over Y/N, looking for any gaps in her mind shield which was slowly crumbling the more she looked at him. - See you at the base.

Y/N looked over her shoulder for a second to look at him. He looked different, at least as different as one who does not age can look, short hair, relaxed posture sometimes even. Her eyes met up with his, familiar looks which lingered like a long kiss, yet she couldn’t bare look him in the eye and instead entered Monica’s old jeep. Monica took the driver’s seat while she took shotgun and Jimmy sat on the back, reporting what had happened through him com to a very curious Darcy who was probably bored off her mind being stuck in an helicopter with Vision.

   - Jim, can I see that? - Y/N turned around in her seat to look at the FBI agent who shrugged and handed her the file. She let it fall on her lap, fingers tracing the name she wanted to know so much when her whole world were the walls of the Red Room. She would’ve never guessed his name, even if she tried. 

Her hands traced the edges of the file, almost afraid to find out what was inside; yet when she opened them, a few letters slide out. Daisy. She recognised the fast written name on top in messy black runny ink. 

  - Anything interesting? 

  - No. - she blinked, closing the file. - Uhm ... not that I know. Maybe Alexei might know, he was a guardian when Sergeant Barnes was a fight intructor there.

  - Think the twins will freak out when they see Sam Wilson? - Monica smiled. The twins had a huge fascination with the Avengers despite both their parents being part off the initial team. Nevertheless, Billy and Tommy did not really care and instead got wide eyed watching old footage of the Avengers. - Last time they saw Hawkeye they were hyper for a month. 

  - Not sure Fury’s gonna be happy about having three new people in.

  - The more, the merrier. 

The ride to the base was excruciating as she replayed the scene in her head although there was really nothing to replay. She knew someday at some point she would see him, she just never expected it to be that soon. The last time she had seen him was the mirage of him in Westview, one of Agnes failed tricks, and even then she got tongue tied. Seeing him now even felt more unrealistic, he felt like such a figure of her past, like an unresolved badly healed wound. She really thought that by now she would be better at controlling it, you’d think 6 years would’ve taught her best how to deal with him even after all the past events where his face was plastered all over the television. Nevertheless, despite how slow time ran for her, they reached the small seemingly deserted area which started to glow red as Wanda broke through the hex she had created to protect their designated base. It was nothing special, Wanda had told her when she brought the team to see what she had been working on. Yet, it was something special and over time their team grew to give harbour anyone who looked for shelter from SWORD, SHIELD, or HYDRA and the initial team could not be any prouder of it.

The two jeeps parked in front of the entrance and immediately Y/N spotted Tommy rush outside, holding his twin by the arm. Both clearly already knowing they had visitors, Avengers visitors. 

    - Jeez Louise, you two. What did I say about using your powers? - Wanda stepped out of the jeep, hands on her waist. 

    - Not unless it’s necessary or under supervision. - Tommy shrugged as Alexei came running behind them. - Alexei supervised us, mum.

    - Just wait ‘til your father hears about this.

    - You got kids? - Sam asked, visibly worried at the fact his old friend seemed to have two ten year olds.

    - Long story. - Monica added. - You two inside. No place for you here today.

    - But you said we could meet the Avengers, mum. - Billy complained to Wanda.

     - You can always meet me, kids. - Vision joked making Darcy roll her eyes. Poor Darcy, she was probably already done with dad jokes. 

The briefing was long and drawn up with Fury mostly filling Sharon, Bucky and Sam into what they did and listening to Jimmy about the contents of the file. There was never too much in those files and it was mostly about ensuring they had all the files so Lieutenant Ross wouldn’t get his hands on them. Besides, it was up to Sharon, Bucky and Sam’s interest to join him as soon enough Zemo would be contacted by Lieutenant Ross and until he had one of the Winter Soldier files in his possession, Zemo was also one of their enemies. She tried looking at him a few times, memories of the time they had spent together clouding her mind and better judgement yet she couldn’t forget how Bucky had pushed Sharon behind him the moment Monica and her had pointed guns at them, protecting her the same way he used to protect her. Yet, she had no business thinking about him, not after what she had done, not after she became the sole reason why he ...

    - Y/N. - Fury’s voice took her from her own mind. Looking around, the room was vacant except for her, Fury, Wanda and Monica. She was so focused on her memories, she hadn’t even noticed the remains of them leave the room. - I told you not to go on that mission.

    - I don’t work for you, Fury. Besides, I’ve been there before, I was an asset to the meeting. 

    - You’re the sole benefactor of whatever powers your father had at SHIELD, if you die then Ross inherits it. If you ever disobey direct orders, I’ll ...

    - You’ll what? - Y/N interrupted him. - Tell my father?

    - You might not want to accept he’s your father, but he is and you have to deal with the responsibilities that come with being his daughter. 

    - Fine. -  Y/N stretched a fake smile on her face as Fury left her, Wanda and Monica alone in the briefing room. 

    - Alright  ... give them to me. - Monica extended her hands towards Y/N. - The letters that were in the file and you clearly took.

    - It’s his letters. I don’t think anyone has any business reading them. 

    - I’ll give them to him then. Hand them over, Y/N. - Y/N begrudgingly handed the letters over to Monica who got up. - You let yourself be easily haunted by the past. If I let you keep these, you will never give them to him. You can’t even look at him.

    - Yes, I can. 

    - Oh really? - Monica crossed her arms. - Then come with me and hand them to him. 

    - That’s just mean, Monica.

    - We’ll talk about this later, Y/N. - she pointed at him before exiting the room. Y/N slouched against her chair, looking at the ceiling above her. 

    -  Don’t worry. - Wanda reassured, hand on her shoulder. - I did what you made me promise I’d do back in Westview.

    - Thanks, Wan. 

    - You’ll be fine ... We always have to be fine isn’t it? - she looked straight ahead with a sadness which showed all she herself had lost despite having recovered the twins and Vision. So much for a nice suburban life.

    - So ... he won’t remember?

    - He won’t remember a thing.

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The Deep’s Revenge- Prologue

Sam Wilson x Malika(OC)

A/N: This is the result of a mixture of insomnia and listening to clipping. It’s also inspired by The Deep by Rivers Solomon as well as Black lore and folktales. I hope you enjoy.

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Malika and Sam had been together for only a few months but during that short time they’d gotten very close. So close that Sarah thought her brother would jump the gun and ask her to marry him.

They had met one fateful day when the Avengers team had a day off and decided to go to the beach. Malika was just relaxing in her chair enjoying the warmth of the sun. She looked ethereal in her yellow bikini and cover-up. With a book in hand and her twists covered by a hat she was completely unbothered by the world around her.

....Until Sam decided to go over and talk to her that is.

“Hey beautiful. You want some company?”

“Not from you Falcon.” She turns the page in her book.

Sam is shook.

Of course it’s not because she said no, she has every right to, but she clearly knows who he is and usually that gives him an advantage.

So he tries again.

“You an Avengers fan?”

Malika looks up at him revealing dark brown eyes. They’re mysterious and almost black. It’s as if she’s starting into his soul.

Narrowing her eyes slightly she stares at him in silence for a moment before closing her book and smiling softly.

“Ok. I’ll bite. How are you today Mr. Wilson?”

And the rest was history.....as cliche as that is.

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Malika woke with a start gasping for air. Thunder rolls in the distance and lightning follows soon after. Malika groans running her hands over her scarf. For the past month she’s been having the same dream. A dark skinned woman stands at the foot of her bed dressed in what looks to be a dress fashioned from nets. It’s actually pretty stylish but that’s besides the point. Her hair is decorated by what looks like cowrie shells and gold clips. She’s beautiful but her blue eyes make her intimidating. Around her neck is a necklace with a gold shell and a pearl. It’s just like the one her mother has.

“What’s wrong?” Sam’s sleepy voice breaks her from her thoughts and she turns to him letting out a sigh.

“Nothing...Just that same ol’ stupid dream.” She whispers laying back down allowing Sam to wrap his arms around her and pull her closer.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Malika shakes her head sighing as she snuggles into him taking in the scent of his cologne.” No. It’s all the same. The same woman. The same place,” She glances back at the clock on her nightstand and groans as she sees it’s 4 in the morning.” And it’s the same time.”

Sam chuckles kissing her temple.” Go back to sleep.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” She mumbles already falling back to sleep.

But then a knock came startling the couple.

“I’ll be back. It’s probably Bucky.” Sam gets of bed and Malika pouts already missing the him and his warmth.

“Hurry back!” She calls after him and smiles as she hears him laugh.

Laying back down she closes her eyes but they soon open again when she hears her name being called. Groaning, Malika gets out of bed putting on her robe and slipping on her slippers.

“Bucky, I’m gonna kick your ass. Do you know-“

Malika stops her eyes widening as she sees the woman in the doorway. That is not Bucky.

Moving closer, Malika let’s out a shaker breath. Sam notices and comes to her side wrapping his arms around her.

“You ok baby?”

She nods not taking her eyes off the woman.

The woman from her dreams. She looks exactly the same but her hair is held away from her face by a teal scarf.

“.....Mama? What are you doing here?”

The woman smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes.” We have a problem...It’s your aunt.”

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A/N: I DID IT! I couldn’t get the idea out of my head so here we go.

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Misconceptions - 7/12

Characters: Y/N, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Marcus (OC).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Series Summary: Bucky Barnes overhears a conversation that he shouldn’t have… and now he regrets his reaction…

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Angst, jealousy…

Beta: The always lovely, Stacey - @princessmisery666​ // all mistakes are my own.

A/N: So this is a slightly longer part, of course, there is more angst and insecurities in this one, it’s not coming up to the surface just yet but this pair might, just might be stepping in the right direction...

Catch up with the series here: Misconceptions Series List

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Previously: Marcus’ cheeks dusted a light pink and Y/N was glad she hadn’t lost her touch. Maybe that only applied to the Super Soldier. Her charm and flirting seemed to have caught Marcus’ attention, so maybe it wasn’t her after all.  He punched in the number and called his phone, the little chime from his pocket confirming it had gone through. Handing it back to Y/N just as Sam jogged over to them.

“Are you ready to get your ass whooped, Y/N?” he chuckled, giving her a toothy grin.

Y/N tilted her head with a mischievous pout, “Oh boy, someone’s had their cocky pills today.”

 Y/N did a last-minute touch up on her deep red lipstick, catching a slight smear in the corner with the tips of her fingers. With a blend and pout, she laughed at her reflection and tousled her hair to give it less of a rigid look. She hadn’t been this excited about going out with a guy in a long time; he was attractive, had a similar sense of humour and she didn’t have to pretend to be someone else. 

Dating while also being a spy was tough, especially when it came down to disappearing without a trace for weeks on end. After a few years and a certain Super Soldier came into her life, she gave up on dating. She focused on one-night stands, or a short fling with no potential to quiet the thoughts of her and Bucky Barnes ever being more than friends. 

And tonight, was not going to be any different, except this had potential, it could lead to something more. She shook her head and rolled her eyes - she was getting ahead of herself -grabbing the leather jacket off the hook.

Walking to the full-length mirror, Y/N fastened the belt looped through the black skinny jeans, pulling the blouse slightly out of its tucked state. Once her jacket was on, she grabbed her small handbag, checking its contents and exhaling a deep breath. 

She strutted through the hallway and into the elevator, hitting the button to take her to the basement. The doors chimed, and she walked out into the underground parking lot to find Marcus leaning against a black Audi R8. A sweet smile bloomed across his face and he opened the car door for her. The heels of her boots clicked on the concrete, and with a reciprocating smile, she eased into the passenger seat.

Sam lounged on the couch, one arm resting along the back of the seat. His attention was captivated by the film playing on the large screen until he was interrupted by the second most irritating person on the planet, second to Spider-Man.

“What do you want Tin Man?” His head rolled to the side.

Bucky had been pacing up and down the corridor, and after a few minutes, it had grated on Sam’s last nerve. He tapped the remote, the movie paused. The super soldier charged into the room and sat on the footstool, blocking the view of the television. Sam glared at him; cheeks dusted pink, his bottom lip chewed raw, eyes skittish. 

His eyebrows pulled together and he leant forward, “What’s up Bucky?”

“Have you seen Y/N? She’s not in her apartment. She’s not answering my texts. Or calls.”

“She’s on a date with Marcus.” Sam picked up the remote and shuffled back to get comfortable again.

“She doesn’t hang-” Bucky’s eyes widened, “She’s on a what?”

“A date man, you know those things that people do when they find someone they’re attracted to. They go out for drinks or dinner, maybe even just meet up for sex. You never know with Y/N.” Sam chuckled and played the movie again.

“But aren’t you dating her?”

Sam screwed up his face in disgust, “What the hell man? No, that’s gross! That’s almost incestuous.”

Bucky felt like his head and heart were going to explode. Y/N wasn’t dating Sam. Sam wasn’t dating Y/N. Y/N was on a date with Marcus. Who the fuck was Marcus? Bucky cursed himself and collapsed onto the seat beside Sam, a hand dragging down his face. I’m such an idiot.

Sam flicked off the television, “What made you think that?”

“The night Y/N was taken, hostage. Well, I kinda overheard your conversation on the phone. There’s no kinda about it. I heard you two talking and I may or may not have got jealous which resulted in me overreacting.”

Sam’s brow furrowed once more, “What exactly did you overhear?”

“Well, she wished you were there, that you were driving her crazy and that she loved you.” Bucky gruffed, “Then I saw the picture you have of her on your phone. And then you were all protective and wouldn’t let me see her.”

Sam sat up straighter and turned to him. “You’re both a pair of idiots. She wished I was there because she gets too wrapped up in you. She would do anything for you, and you wouldn’t even have to ask.”

Bucky’s mouth gaped and he stuttered just as Sam raised his hand, a stern looks on his face.

“She was telling me what she’d say to you. If you had given her the chance to tell you how she felt. Damn, she drives me crazy, talking about how crazy you drive her.” Sam shook his head, “We do love each other, like family. That’s why I didn’t let you see her straightaway. Not only was she held hostage, but you also dangled that woman in front of her, brought her back to the suite and showed Y/N that you didn’t care about the mission or her safety in the slightest.”

Bucky huffed, “I wasn’t dangling anything, I was trying to get my mind off Y/N and you two being more than friends. I didn’t do it to be an asshole, Sam.”

Sam glared at him, “Well you ended up being one anyway. Maybe next time, you should both talk to one another. Because I am not having this conversation with you both again and her crying to me or coming up with excuses to avoid you. You’re supposed to be adults, act like it and use your damn words.”

Bucky spoke to himself, “So I should tell her how I feel?” He leapt up from the sofa, “Thanks, Sam.” His appreciation echoed down the corridor as he raced back to his room, a plan forming in his mind’s eye.

Y/N hiccupped around the rim of her wine glass before she held it out with a harder wave than she intended, the liquid sloshing around  “And that was the day that I realised I loved James fuckin’ Buchanan Barnes. So, now it’s your turn. Tell me about your crush.”

Marcus chuckled, knocking back the dregs in the bottom of the pint glass. “It’s this girl I’ve known since college. I don’t know if she’s interested though.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, a sad pout on her face, “Aww Marcus. Why aren’t you out there- y’know, courting her? Have you seen yourself? What is there not to like!”

“I dunno, but I could say the same about you.” Marcus raised his eyebrow, pointing at her with the empty glass. “Another?”

Y/N nodded, a huge grin on her face as she watched Marcus head back over to the bar. She sank down into the booth and giggled to herself. She clamped her hand over her mouth. Only I could go on a date with a guy that fancies someone else. A glass of wine appeared in front of her and Marcus slid back into the seat opposite.

Marcus’ face suddenly lit up. “This might be a little crazy, but do you wanna go dancing?”

“Yes!” Y/N fist bumped the air, “we can try that club Marquee, I’ve always wanted to go there.”

Bucky had almost worn away the carpet in his apartment with his pacing, waiting for Y/N to return home from her date. He was hoping to catch her before she went to sleep but as the clock ticked by, negative thoughts began to niggle at the back of his mind. What if she likes him? What if she kisses him? No, she wouldn’t do that. But then again, she might go back to his place?

A deep sigh filled the space, and with eyes closed, he tried to clear his mind. It’s just nerves right? As he inhaled for a few seconds, he heard the familiar sound of Y/N’s footsteps padding down the hallway outside. In a flash, he’d opened his door and tentatively stepped out to find her swaying from side to side, attempting to open her own door.

As he approached, he spotted the jacket hanging loosely around her shoulders. That’s not hers. Then she flashed him that bright smile, he spotted the way her lipstick was nearly non-existent, her hair wilder than ever. His heart dropped to his stomach at the thought of Y/N with another man, he’d never worried before until now.

“Heeeey Barnes.” Y/N whisper shouted as he came closer.

His heart thumped against his chest; the sweet smile she threw his way made him grin back.

“Need a hand?” Bucky gestured to the door, obliging with her little nod. 

She stumbled through the door, kicking off her boots at the same time. For a moment, she paused, relishing in the plushness of the carpet underneath her feet, “Well are you coming in or are you just gonna stand there?”

Bucky followed Y/N into the room, his plan now completely out the window. “You okay doll?”

She shrugged out of the jacket, “Yeah, just happy! And maybe a little bit drunk.”

Without hesitation, Y/N lifted her blouse over her head. Her breasts, held in white lace, were on full display. Bucky’s eyes didn’t explore her bare skin but spun around to face the other way. His heart thumped in his chest. What the hell is she doing? His thoughts were cut off by a huff and whine.

“Buck, help.”

He turned around to see the blouse half off her body, one arm out, face covered by the material, “What on earth-?”

“One of the buttons is caught in my hair.” Her free hand dropping to her side with a slap. 

Bucky knew she’d rolled her eyes; he didn’t need to see her face to know that. He guided her to the edge of the couch. Encouraged her to sit down and sat beside her, he began untangling the strands that had gotten caught. Bucky breathed in the sweet scent of Y/N’s perfume; he could feel the warmth radiating off her skin. He was intoxicated by her.

“Are we friends Buck?” Y/N whispered. He wouldn’t have heard it if he didn’t have the serum pumping through his veins.

“Of course, we are.” Bucky untangled the last piece and lifted the blouse.

Y/N turned to face him. “So why don’t you want to spend time with me anymore?”

“We spend nearly every day together,” Bucky’s stomach dropped, his loss of control in this situation gnawed at his esteem.

Y/N climbed out of the seat and marched into the bathroom. Bucky sat on the couch frozen for a moment then wandered over to Y/N’s drawers, picking out her pyjamas. With a light tap on the door, she opened it and collected the items without a word. He knew she wasn’t happy, that he had made things worse and he didn’t know how to fix them.

Y/N stared into the mirror, her make up now washed away and her hair thrown messily into a hairband. In the time it had taken Bucky to untangle her hair and for her to put her bed clothes on, she’d sobered up and her mind raced with embarrassment. Come on Y/N, you can do this. It’s only Bucky, talk to him. She pulled her shoulders back, standing tall and confident then marched out the room, turning off the light to find him perched at the end of her bed.

Bucky looked up immediately, “So are you going to tell me how your date went?”

Her head tilted to the side, a slight frown at the hint of malice in his words and joined him on the bed. “It was a good night; it was what I needed.”

She caught the ragged inhale beside her, the slight clench to his fist as his arm whirred to life. Is he jealous? No way, he’s not interested in me like that but, just maybe. Y/N shook away her thoughts and turned to face him, her leg tucked beneath the other, her knee brushing against his thigh. Her heart hammered but she remained as calm as she could as she felt the warmth radiating from him.

“We got drunk and danced the night away.” She waited for him to turn around, but there was no reaction, his eyes remained on his fingers woven together.

Bucky stood up; his jaw clenched. “And then you went back to his?”

Y/N’s stomach dropped at the animosity in his words. “So, what if I did?”

“I can’t stand the thought of you with someone else! Laughing like we used to, hanging out every weekend. And being each other's person. You’re my person.” Bucky raise his voice, his chest heaving with anger.

“Well we haven’t exactly been talking a lot lately.” She stood in front of him, arms crossed.

Bucky’s voice was softer, “That’s because I thought-”

Y/N held up her hand to interrupt him, “You know what? I’ve had a really good night. I do not want to ruin it by fighting with you, so can we stop?”

Bucky rubbed the nape of his neck, eyes locked on hers and wondering whether to push the conversation further or not.

Y/N didn’t give him a chance to decide, “Actually, I’m asking you to leave.”

Bucky’s stomach dropped, “What? Can’t we talk about this?”

Y/N couldn’t face him, she still had alcohol in her system and the memories of Bucky sweet talking that woman into bed that night rushed to the forefront of her mind, the tears she had cried afterwards and the vow she made not to cry over him again. 

She shook her head and shoved at his chest, though she knew he wouldn’t budge until he moved on his own volition. The anger boiled in her veins. How dare he?! He had no claim over me. She pulled back, stepping away from him.

“Leave, right now! You have no right to be like this.” She gestured up and down, “You don’t get to act like this because someone is interested in me.”

Y/N refused to confess how the date had really gone, his reaction was enough to cement the idea that Bucky thought nothing more of her than someone he could use to make himself feel better. There wasn’t even friendship there anymore.

Bucky sighed, dragging his hand down his face, “It’s not like that. Y/N, I’m-”

“Save it. For the last time, get out.” She didn’t even look up at him as she walked over to the door and opened it

Bucky followed her request, guilt washing over him at the anger and hurt on her face. He turned around to attempt at another apology but was greeted with the door shutting in his face.

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All fanfictions labeled with “**” contain smut. Do not read unless you are over the age of 18!

Series:

Always By My Side

Prologue, Chapter 1

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Black!OFC Ziarah Heartwell

Synopsis: The fates have spent millenniums correcting the daily mishaps that interfere with soulmates ever meeting. Will they find a way to bring together Bucky and Zara, two people separated by time and circumstance, just as they’ve done a thousand times before?

Warnings (chapter specific warnings will be on each individual chapter): powered OFC, slow-burn, friends to lovers (eventually), eventual smut, legal age gap (OFC is 24 before anything romantic/sexual happens), themes of past sexual assault, PTSD, abusive/neglectful/manipulative father.

Word Count: 1,189

Acknowledgement: I’ve created this AU alongside my best friend Taylor in roleplays, along with many of the plots and scenes that will be featured. I’m posting this with his expressed permission as we both continue to work on the story in our chat. Credit for its creation goes to both of us.

Oneshots:

Rule Number Four**

Pairing: softdom!Bucky Barnes x reader

Synopsis: Bucky returns home early from a mission to find the reader in a compromising position. Rules are broken and new ones are made.

Warnings: language, smut (18+), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), fluffy ending, softdom!Bucky, daddy kink (not ddlg), reader is submissive, nipple play, orgasm denial, metal arm kink, fingering (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation and a size kink (if you squint), aftercare, established relationship, masturbation.

Word Count: 2,291

Your Place — OneShot**

Pairings: Dark!Mob!Bucky Barnes x Freckled!Reader

Synopsis: The infamous crime boss Bucky Barnes chose you as the woman he wanted to settle down with. He never expected a smooth transition when he had his men snatch you from your home, but he was far from disappointed with where your attitude and mouth led you both.

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY), noncon/dubcon, Dark!!, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, kidnapping, Stockholm-ish??, violence, mentions of blood (not sex related), language, alcohol use, spanking, edging, rough sex.

Word Count: 4,712

Series:

Leave A Light On – (Ongoing Series)

Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

Synopsis: The Avengers are left shattered after the loss of Clint and Tony while fighting to save the world from Thanos. After going their separate ways to grieve, Steve and Natasha find their way back to each other, in need of a friend and a place to call home.

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, PTSD, death mention, grief, eventual friends to lovers, slow burn (if you read real slow), eventual smut (possible), eventual OC inclusion.

Oneshots:

Brooklyn Kid

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff (platonic), Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (platonic), Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson (platonic), Steve Rogers x Tony Stark (platonic)

Synopsis: Steve Rogers had always been ready to die for the right cause and saving the world from Thanos and his army seemed like a pretty good way to go. The soldier knew what he had to do. One simple snap, with such a heavy price.

Warnings: angst (from literal start to finish), Endgame Alternative Ending, major character death (mentioned and depicted), funerals, grief, mentions of an afterlife.

Word Count: 1,204

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the end of the rainbow 🌈 — part 6

Pairings: Sam Wilson x OC! Iris Fury

Warnings: mentions of smut, plot within the plot ~ a subplot, if you will.

Words: 2257.

Summary: Former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Iris Fury, daughter of Nick Fury, is called by her father to assist the Avengers while agent Romanoff recovers from a few wounds. A certain Falcon catches her eye. Follow Iris and Sam as they take a walk on the rainbow and eventually find out what hides at the end of that beautiful path.

A/N: sorry, no keep reading tag since I’m on mobile. no, I haven’t forgotten about your requests! they’re coming, I promise! also, I got carried away lol, this part and the next will pretty much be an Avengers movie🤷🏾‍♀️

Please comment and reblog if you enjoy! <3

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One last time, she thought, staring at her reflection in the mirror. One last time then she'd tell him the truth, and it will be over.

Sam wanted to have that romantic dinner tonight, since it was Iris' actual birthday. She couldn't say no to him when he asked her on their first official date. Not when he looked at her, smile bright and eyes soft with adoration. So she said yes.

He was already waiting for her at his flat in the city. He'd left the compound in the early afternoon to get everything ready up there. Now it was almost time for Iris to join him.

A car was waiting for her outside. It would drive her there on autopilot then come back to the compound. She made her way down the stairs discreetly, careful not to step into a member of the team. She couldn't handle their disapproving gazes anymore.

New York City, as always, was buzzing with lights and excitement as the car made its way through the packed streets. Iris found herself growing more and more nervous as the car approached the red dot on the map. How should she tell him? When? How would he react? Or maybe she should just... leave?

A sigh fell off her lips as she laid her head back on the headrest.

She never should have agreed to come back to the US in the first place. Now she had a lover on one side of the Atlantic ocean, and a family on the other. Selfish and cruel. That was what she was. Not sparing a thought to the people she hurt.

"You have arrived to your destination."

The voice snapped Iris out of her thoughts. Her eyes scanned her surroundings before she allowed herself to step out of the grey car. She stepped into the building, her heels clinking on the floor. The receptionist greeted her, a polite smile on his face. After introducing herself and telling him why she was here, he kindly directed her to Sam's apartment.

Sam was certain he'd never been this nervous in his entire life. Not even during the first flight test with the EXO-7 wings. His apartment was filled with mouth-watering smells from the food he'd prepared - a three course meal for his girl. He had an arrangement of blue irises and red roses on the the table, soft music was playing in the background, setting a romantic atmosphere along with a few candles.

The sound of the doorbell resonated in the home, and his heart fell to the bottom of his stomach. On his way to the door, he stopped in front of the mirror to check his reflection one last time.

Breath got caught in his throat as he opened the door. A simple navy blue flared dress and heeled sandals was all she wore. Her hair was pinned in her regular sleek bun while small silver hoops adorned her ears.

"Hey," she flashed her a smile, and Sam realized he'd been staring at her for way too long.

"Hey, come in," he stepped aside, not taking his eyes off her as she walked in the apartment.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is this too much? I didn't know what to wear because you said casual but at the same time it's our first date and—"

"Baby," Sam cut her rambling with an amused smirk. "You look amazing. You always do. Now come give me a kiss."

Her body moved on its own, attracted to Sam's as if it was a magnet, pulling her towards his warm, loving embrace.

Iris' eyes started to sting as she walked further into the flat, seeing how much effort Sam had put into the evening. She really didn't deserve him.

"You like it?" Sam's hand came to rest on her hip.

"Sam... I love it. Thank you."

"You're very welcome, baby girl," he whispered before giving her another sweet kiss.

Bottle of red wine was uncorked and poured into glasses. Iris, quite the connoisseur, marvelled at Sam's choice. Sheepishly, he admitted that he went around asking the team about some of Iris' favourite things to make the night as good as possible — including her favourite wine which according to Tony was any vintage French red with sweet undertones.

First glasses of wine down, hunger made stronger by drinking alcohol on an empty stomach, they soon settled around the table. As the city went about its usual frenzy outside the large glass windows, Sam brought the first course to the dining table, an entrée worthy of a Michelin star restaurant.

"Are you sure you never went to a culinary school somewhere?" Iris mused, tastebuds raving in her mouth.

"Just like to watch a lot of cooking shows," he smiled.

"This tastes fantastic. And with the wine, ugh! You blew my mind, Wilson."

Main course, then dessert. All while talking and talking, as if they never grew tired of each other's voice and mimics and stories. Gulps of wine, second bottle uncorked, melted chocolate and notes of berries from the wine mixed together to form an elixir, an aphrodisiac, like being around each other wasn't already enough for their bodies to turn into lava. More talking, until it was time to clean up.

Bare feet on the wooden floor, heels discarded in a corner of the room for her, soft padding of socks for him, they waltzed around the room, plates and cutlery clinking as they loaded the dishwasher.

Then the familiar, world famous guitar air filled the room, the notes soft and resonating throughout their entire bodies.

"Dance with me," Sam said.

So Iris put her hand in his, abandoning her half full, half empty glass of wine on the table, right next to the irises and roses, and danced with him.

"Wise men say only fools rushhhh iiin..."

"You are a terrible singer," Iris giggled in the crook of his neck.

"My cooking makes up for it."

"It sure does, Sammy. It sure does."

They let the music surround them, guide their movements as they swung around, hands caressing each other's body, fingers drawing intricate shapes and paterns over their clothes, lips leaving feathery kisses over necks and jaws, trying to find a way to transfer the intimacy of the moment.

For I can't help

Falling in love with you

"I love you, Iris."

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

She sucked in a sharp breath as if she'd been hit — burned. But it had to be the most pleasant burn ever.

Some things

Are meant to be

"You don't have to say it back," Sam murmured. "I wanted to tell you."

"I— I love you too, Sam," she said, tears already streaming down her face.

Not stopping their swaying, Sam pulled back just enough to allow him to take Iris' face in his hands. That's when she noticed that the song still hadn't stopped — or rather, had started over.

"You planned this," she scoffed through her tears, rolling her eyes.

"Damn right I did."

With his thumbs, he wiped away her tears  then took his time admiring her. Every detail of her face and entire being.

Elvis kept singing, and they kept swaying.

*

Emergency mission. Get your asses back to the compound.

The lovely message which pulled both Iris and Sam out of their post coital slumber and forced them to go back to the Avengers headquarters as quick as possible.

Once they arrived, they only had time to make their respective protein shakes as breakfast before Director Fury called them in the conference space. Everyone else was already sat, waiting for Nick to speak up.

"I need you guys sharp on this one. We got the info a few days ago but there was a piece of intel missing from the brief, which I needed to give you guys the green light."

Nick pressed a button and an image appeared on the large touchscreen. Shock took place on some faces, pain on others.

"Oh my God."

"She's alive?!"

"Where is she?"

"For those of you who don't know, this is my second child, and Iris' twin sister."

Eyes still slightly wide, they all stared at Iris' identical twin. They had the same features. While Iris' face was free of scars, Dahlia had a large scar across the face, from the tail of her right eyebrow through the right corner of her mouth, ending at the chin.

"Steve," Iris called.

The super soldier snapped out of his thoughts, tearing his gaze off his ex-lover's face.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Fine."

"Dahlia —"

"What is it with you and flowers?" Wanda asked, genuinely curious.

Nick pinched the bridge of his nose, already annoyed by the wave of questions that was about to submerge him.

"That would be a question for their mother, a question that I, too, would like an answer to."

"Oh, dad, please! You called us Nicky and Nicolette, so I think you can save your rant on names for later," Iris rolled her eyes.

"Wait," Sam interrupted Nick just as he opened his mouth to speak. "I gotta ask, which one's Nicolette?"

Iris narrowed her eyes at him.

"That would be our dear Iris," Tony said.

A stiffled laugh came from the back of the room where Bucky sat, pinching his nose to contain his giggles. Iris raised a brow.

"What you laughing at Buchanan?"

Bucky snapped his mouth shut in a thin line.

"This is a matter of worldwide security, so I'm gonna need you to stop behaving like goddamn children," Nick scolded, giving a pointed look to his daughter. "Dahlia is a compromised former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. She'd joined the ranks of HYDRA long before S.H.I.E.L.D. fell. She's a traitor, that is why you've never heard of her."

"I've seen her before," Wanda's voice was almost a whisper. "With Strucker, during our... experiments."

"But... we saw her in her cell in the Raft. Then she died of a seizure," Natasha said matter-of-factly.

"She escaped a few months ago."

"Told you I should've brought her to Asgard," Thor mumbled.

"A few months ago?!" Iris repeated in disbelief. "Dad, why didn't you say anything?"

"She was invisible to our radars until now. With what remained of the Insight protocols and Stark's tech, we were able to find her only a few days ago."

"Tony, you knew about this?" Steve, who still hadn't said anything until that moment, turned to Tony, lines creasing in his forehead.

"Sorry, Cap. Fury made me swear not to say anything."

"Dad... What's the mission?"

"Dahlia was seen at a facility located on the border between Ukraine and Russia," as Nick spoke, images appeared on the touchscreen next to him. "Packages were sent from this facility to Iraq and Syria. We have reasons to believe that weapons are curated in this facility, using the remains of the Ultron disaster and sent to the Middle East."

"But it's been years since Ultron happened," Clint chipped in. "How could she possibly still have access to Stark tech?"

"Veronica," Bruce blurted. "Veronica and the other satellites. What if she's using Veronica and the drones from the satellites we don't use anymore to create weapons?"

"But how?" Rhodey asked.

"Dahlia's access to all those things was revoked after she got in the Raft, but what if she's using Iris? The older satellites don't require a retinal scan to work, but they do have the same voice."

"Jesus Christ," Iris burried her face in her hands. "Dad. What's the mission?"

"Destroy Dahlia's facility, locate the weapons in the Middle East, get rid of them... Neutralise Dahlia Fury."

"Dad—"

"Two teams. Colonel Rhodes, Barton, Maximoff, Barnes and Romanoff as air support in the Middle East. The rest, in the Ukraine. We don't know how many men exactly but based on our sightings, more than Strucker had in Sokovia. You leave tonight."

Steve immediately walked out of the room, hands balled up in fists, jaw and shoulders tense. The rest of the team did the same, one by one.

"What's his deal?" Sam asked Iris in a hushed tone.

"Him and my sister... They were together. Their relationship was as serious as could be. We never knew what happened to Dahlia, you know? Maybe she was brainwashed, kind of like Bucky, but she still knows who we are... When she was sent to the Raft, Steve was inconsolable, first he hurt her, then he lost her..."

"What? The—" Sam gestured across his face. "He did that to her?"

Iris nodded. "He didn't mean to. The shield bounced off someone and she was in the way. He was furious with himself."

"How about you, baby?" he squeezed her hand. "You okay?"

"To be honest, my dad and I never believed she'd died. Something was off in her death certificate, but we still grieved and moved on, you know," she sighed. "I've got to check on my dad, okay? I'll talk to you later."

She gave him a peck on the lips before strolling down the hall to find Nick.

Iris felt like a building had fallen on top of her. Her heart was already troubled, tugging on two different sides, and now her twin sister, who was supposed to be nothing but ashes in the Atlantic ocean, was a terrorist and very much alive.

In her hand, her phone started to ring, the screen lighting up to display a photo of her fiancé holding their daughter, both smiling at the camera.

***

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1300 miles | chapter two | b.b.

Summary | Bucky Barnes is adjusting to civilian life, living in Brooklyn, visiting Sam in Delacroix when he can, and trying to figure out what he wants. When he meets Jo Landry, the tattooed lead singer of a New Orleans-based band, he thinks he might have found the answer. Too bad they live 1300 miles apart.

Time Frame | post-TFATWS

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x fem!oc

Rating | explicit

Warnings | mentions of combat-related injuries, alcohol use, tattoos/body piercings, coarse language, gay male character, bisexual female character, recreational/medicinal drug use (weed), pet names (doll, Sarge), smut (f/m, mutual masturbation, fingering, very very slight dom!Bucky, praise kink), angst if you squint but not really, and all the romance tropes/fluff because I'm a sucker for it; more warnings to come; 18+ ONLY, minors DNI

A/N | Likes and comments always appreciated. :)

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Tag | @mrs--barnes

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previous chapter

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Jo wakes the next morning to a text from Danny: Did you fuck the Winter Soldier?

She rolls her eyes and responds: Fuck off. He’s not the Winter Soldier anymore.

Danny replies with a leaf emoji and the words: Come upstairs.

Jo slides her glasses on and climbs out of bed. She pads into the living room as quietly as she can to find Bucky snoring on her couch with Toulouse perched on his chest. She can’t stop herself from snapping a picture with her phone.

Upstairs, she lets herself into Danny’s apartment. She’s met at the door by Greta, Danny’s PTSD service dog, a medium-sized German Shepherd who waits patiently for Jo to kneel down and scratch her behind her ears.

“Morning, pup,” Jo whispers.

“I’m out here,” Danny calls from his third-floor balcony.

“Coffee?” Jo asks.

“Cold-brew in the fridge,” Danny responds.

She detours to the kitchen before joining Danny at the small table on his balcony.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Jo asks. Danny always smokes the morning after a nightmare.

“They’re called flashbacks, and yes,” he responds, taking a deep drag of the joint.

“But they’re getting better, right?”

"Since you came back, yeah, they're getting better."

“Give me that,” Jo says, reaching for the joint. She takes a drag then exhales slowly. “You can always wake me up when you have a flashback, you know.”

Danny snorts. “I was afraid I’d wander into your bedroom to find you getting dicked down by an Avenger.”

“Please stop,” Jo groans. "You get that you're my brother, right? And this is weird."

Danny laughs, "It's only weird if you make it weird." Then he says, “Seriously, though, what’s the deal with Mister Tall-Dark-and-Handsome? I mean, if Sam trusts him, then he must be a good guy, but he’s literally a hundred years old, Jo.”

“He’s…” she pauses, “really sweet and charming underneath the brooding exterior. I really like him, Danny.”

“But?”

“But he lives in New York,” she whines.

“Yeah,” Danny says, taking another drag on the joint.

“‘Yeah?’ That’s all you’re going to say?”

Danny shrugs. “Some things are worth working for.”

Jo laughs, “Okay, why don’t you get back to me when you’re not high. I’m heading back downstairs.”

“Love you, Josiebean,” Danny says, using the nickname he gave Jo when they were kids.

“Love you, too, Daniel-San,” Jo replies. Danny laughs at the Karate Kid reference like he always does, and Jo kisses his forehead and pats his shoulder before leaving.

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Bucky wakes to the smell of coffee and bacon, his stomach rumbling at the scent. There's a warm weight on his chest, and when he opens his eyes he's greeted with the yellow stare of Toulouse.

He looks at his watch. It's a little after eleven. He usually wakes earlier, but he also doesn't usually sleep as soundly as he did last night.

He wanders into the kitchen in his borrowed sweats to find Jo standing at the stove in an oversized t-shirt, shorts, and out-of-season Halloween socks, her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. Her back is to him, and he takes the opportunity to study her naked legs. More ink peaks out from the hem of her shorts and covers most of her thighs. Bucky has the urge to drop to his knees before her and run his tongue over every intricate design.

Instead, he clears his throat, so he doesn't startle her, and she turns to face him. Her face is bare, and she’s wearing large, gold-rimmed glasses. Bucky can’t decide if she looks prettier like this or like she did last night, with her hair flowing down her back and her guitar in her hands.

"Morning," Jo says. “Sorry to shatter the illusion,” she continues, gesturing to her glasses and outfit.

Bucky smiles. He isn’t sure what the protocol is for greeting the woman you made out with and whose couch you slept on last night, but he decides he wants to kiss her again. He takes the few steps toward her and pulls her into his arms. This close, she has to crane her neck up to look him in the eyes.

“Morning,” he says. They’re so close and his voice is pitched so low that Jo can feel the word rumble in his chest. Butterflies erupt in her stomach.

Bucky leans down slowly and presses his lips against Jo’s. This kiss is softer and slower than the kisses they shared last night, and the heat that explodes in Jo’s lower stomach burns the butterflies away. Her fingers dig into his triceps, one arm yielding to her touch, the other firm against her digits. She sighs and opens her mouth to his tongue, letting him deepen the kiss.

He licks into her mouth, and Jo moans, her hands coming up to cup his stubble-covered cheeks. Bucky’s own hands slide down Jo’s back to her buttocks, pulling her hips flush against his so she can feel the effect she’s having on him. Jo gasps, and Bucky’s lips leave hers to trail wet kisses against her jaw.

When he pulls away, Bucky’s smile is almost smug. He likes all the sounds he’s able to pull from her, and he wants to hear more.

Jo turns back to the stove, catching her breath and trying to hide the flush she knows is rising from her chest to her cheeks.

“Breakfast — well," she looks at the clock on the oven, "brunch — is ready. Have a seat.”

Bucky places a final kiss against the back of Jo’s neck before sitting.

Toulouse rubs against Bucky's legs beneath the kitchen table. He reaches down to scratch Louie between the ears, and the cat lets out a contented chirp.

"He's usually not that nice to strangers," Jo says, watching the two of them from across the room.

"My sister had a cat growing up — big, fat orange thing that was missing half an ear. His name was Marmalade."

Jo smiles brightly and sets a plate of food in front of him. “Coffee?” she asks.

“Please,” Bucky says. “But I can get it.”

“No need,” she says, handing him a mug of fresh coffee. “You want oat milk? Sugar, maybe?”

“Black is good,” Bucky says, taking his first sip.

Jo sits across from him with her own plate and coffee cup. They spend breakfast talking quietly. Bucky likes the domesticity of it. He's gotten used to having breakfast at the Wilson's with Sarah, Sam, and the boys, but this meal with Jo feels more intimate. He has a brief flash of spending every morning like this, but he pushes it away as quickly as it comes. He's trying not to overthink whatever’s happening between himself and Jo. He’s not used to having good things in his life, but he wants to lean into this, take the risk.

"You said last night that you know who I am," Bucky says as they clear their plates from the table.

Jo is quiet for a moment, neatly stacking plates and coffee cups in the dishwasher.

“I may have seen a documentary or two featuring the Howling Commandos,” she says, closing the dishwasher and turning to Bucky. “And Sam and Steve may have crashed in Danny’s apartment for a couple of months when they were on the run following the Accords.”

Bucky is silent. He's staring at Jo with the same brooding intensity as last night, but there's something more in his eyes — a sadness she hadn't noticed earlier. She's seen that look before on Danny when he first came back from Afghanistan. It's the look of someone who's lost everything. But as quickly as it's there, it's gone.

Bucky clears his throat. “You knew Steve?” he asks.

“Yeah. I mean, briefly,” she whispers. “Let me show you something.”

He follows her into the living room where she pulls a box from one of the bookshelves. She empties the contents onto the coffee table; it's a handful of polaroids featuring varied combinations of Jo and Sam and Steve and Danny. Bucky sits on the couch and picks up one of the photos. It's of Steve with a German Shepherd; in the photo Steve is smiling brightly, and Bucky's heart aches at the sight.

"That's Greta," Jo says, sitting next to Bucky, "Danny's dog. She was just a puppy then. She adored Steve."

Bucky laughs through his nose and picks up another photo. This one features Sam and Jo sitting at a table in a kitchen that looks like Jo's but slightly different — Bucky assumes it's Danny's; Sam is clearly in the middle of a story, and Jo's head is thrown back in laughter. A stab of jealousy hits him in the chest — Bucky wants to make her laugh like that. He skims through the rest of the polaroids, finally landing on one of Jo and Steve sitting side by side at a piano, Steve's large frame dwarfing the woman next to him.

"He found out I can play a few '30s and '40s standards on piano," Jo says, smiling at the memory. "There wasn't a lot for him and Sam to do cooped up here for three months, so I taught him some basics."

Bucky stares at the photo for a while before he speaks. "You play piano?" he asks.

"I started on piano, took up guitar when I was ten, then bass when I was thirteen. I can also play drums, organ, banjo, mandolin, and a little violin," she says. "And I have a Bachelors of Music with a concentration in voice."

Bucky stares at her for a moment, then tosses the photo back onto the coffee table and reaches for Jo, pulling her onto his lap. She settles with her legs on either side of his hips and her hands on his shoulders.

"So, you have very talented fingers, then?" Bucky asks with a flirty grin.

Jo rolls her eyes and laughs, but she's secretly pleased with where this interaction seems to be headed. She was worried Bucky would feel like she had kept something from him by not telling him about Steve last night, but he seems to be taking it in stride.

"Thanks for showing me those photographs," Bucky says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "He gave up everything for me back then, so it's nice to see that maybe he had a little bit of happiness during that time."

"He wanted the same for you," she whispers, nudging her nose against Bucky's.

Bucky kisses her softly, then pulls away, staring into her green eyes. Jo slides her glasses off and sets them on the coffee table behind her.

She drags a finger down his vibranium arm and asks, “Can you feel that?”

Bucky licks his lips. “Yeah. It’s—it’s different from the real one, but yeah.”

Jo hums in acknowledgment but doesn’t say anything else. Their lips meet again, and this time the kiss is longer, needier. Bucky sweeps his tongue into her mouth, and Jo is certain she's going to have beard burn across her face tomorrow. But she doesn't really care.

Jo slides her hands into Bucky's hair, and he sighs into her mouth when she angles her hips against his just right, pressing against him slowly. His grip on her waist tightens before he slips his vibranium hand down across her backside to gently guide her movements. His flesh hand covers her right breast, palming her through her shirt.

Jo's hands leave his hair to slide beneath Bucky's t-shirt. He pulls back from her slightly and puts his hand over hers.

“I have scars,” Bucky warns.

“Okay,” Jo mumbles against his lips, trying for another kiss.

Bucky pulls back again. “They’re not pretty.”

Jo looks at him. “Bucky, do you really think I care about that? Do I look like someone who’s worried about conventional beauty standards?” she jokes. She smiles softly and brings a hand up to cradle his jaw. “You don’t have to show me. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” she whispers, leaning in to kiss him again.

He pulls away from her mouth to tug the shirt over his head before he can overthink it. He’s gorgeous like this, and Jo wants to touch every inch of him. She starts with his chest, and her fingers dance lightly across the scars on Bucky’s left shoulder before she presses a quick kiss to the spot where flesh meets metal. Bucky smiles at the gesture, then his lips are on Jo's neck. As he sucks a mark into the place where her neck meets her shoulder, Bucky slips his flesh hand beneath the fabric of Jo's shirt.

Bucky's thumb slides across her nipple, and he pauses, warm metal against his digit stopping him. Jo can feel Bucky's fingers against her breast, trying to work out what exactly he's touching. She leans back, her hands on Bucky's chest to keep him from following her and pulls her t-shirt over her head.

Bucky's fairly certain his heart stops at the sight before him. He’s not sure what to look at first: the small gold balls that adorn either side of Jo’s erect nipples or the intricate floral design inked on her sternum between and below her breasts, framing them perfectly.

“So…I have my nipples pierced,” Jo says, taking Bucky’s staring for hesitation or confusion.

Bucky licks his lips. “Fuck,” he mutters before running his thumb across her right nipple and taking the left one between his teeth.

Jo hisses and bucks her hips harder against his cock. He's hot and hard beneath her as she grinds against him. The feeling he had last night – of being on fire – has returned, but it's tenfold now. Every thought of taking things slow, every bit of doubt has evaporated in wake of his need to please Jo.

Bucky grips Jo's waist and flips her onto her back on the couch, coming to rest between her open legs.

“Is this okay?” he asks, pressing his bare chest against hers. His dog tags are cool against her skin.

“Very," she breathes.

Bucky's lips find Jo's again before trailing across her jaw, down her neck, and over her breasts. He lets his tongue explore one of her pierced nipples before taking the bud between his teeth and pulling slightly. Jo gasps, and her own hands slide from Bucky's shoulders down his chest and across his stomach, her blunt fingernails scratching against his abs as she goes. She palms his cock through his sweats, and Bucky's hips stutter. His eyes clench shut like he’s in pain, and he pulls away to catch his breath.

"Sorry," Jo says quickly, removing her hand. "We can slow down."

"No," Bucky all but growls, then takes another deep breath and opens his eyes. "No. It's just been," he pauses, "it's been a while since I've done this, and you're kind of driving me crazy, Jo." He lets out a breathy laugh, then seems to sober. "I just—I, uh, need to be in control of some things. If that's okay."

She smiles her understanding before kissing him, softer this time. Bucky leans into the kiss and sweeps his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. He props himself up with his vibranium hand, and his right hand moves back to Jo's breasts, teasing each nipple in turn.

"Tell me what you want," Jo says as Bucky's teeth bite gently at her pulse point.

Bucky presses his lips against Jo's ear and whispers, "Touch yourself. Please. I want to watch you fall apart."

Jo whimpers. She catches the look on Bucky's face as her hand travels down her body and into her shorts. His pupils are blown wide, barely a hint of blue visible around black. She knows her own eyes look much the same.

She hisses when her fingers meet the bundle of nerves between her legs, then slide lower. Bucky can't decide if he wants to watch her hand beneath her shorts or her face. He settles for moving his eyes between her face and breasts, watching them rise and fall with each breath she takes. Finally, he lowers his head back between her breasts and traces the outline of the tattoo there with his tongue. Jo moans and bucks her hips.

Bucky presses his own hips against the couch, trying to find the smallest bit of relief. He's not going to last. It's been too long since he's been with someone this way, and his body feels like a live wire. He reaches up to push the fabric of her shorts aside, moaning when he realizes she's not wearing anything beneath them.

He feels Jo's fingers pull away, and he growls, "Keep touching yourself." She does, her fingers rubbing hard circles into her clit. "Good girl," Bucky praises, and Jo keens, Bucky's name falling from her lips.

He slips his own fingers inside of her. She's so wet and warm, Bucky is afraid he'll finish just from this. Or maybe it will be the sound of her moans that do me in, he thinks. Because she sounds lovely, better than she did on stage last night. And she feels perfect wrapped around his two digits. He adds a third, and Jo's whole body tenses. Bucky can feel her warm heat tighten around his fingers as her legs bend and draw in closer to her body. The sight of Jo coming pushes him over the edge. He's spilling into his sweatpants like a teenager, and he doesn't even care. All he can think of is the sound of Jo, the feel of Jo, the look on Jo's face.

Bucky collapses onto Jo's body, his full weight resting on her for a second before he props himself up again and looks at her. She's smiling sleepily, a slightly dazed look in her eyes, and he can't help but admit that it makes his ego swell to know he can make her smile like that.

"That was..." he starts.

Jo hesitates, then runs her fingers through his hair softly. "Good? Great? Amazing?" she says.

Bucky breathes out a laugh and rests his head on her chest for a moment. "All of the above," he replies. Jo hums, and Bucky continues, lifting his head again to look at her, "You're fucking perfect, doll."

Jo laughs, and replies, "You probably say that to all the girls, Sarge."

Bucky sobers. "No, Jo, I don't. Really." He brushes a strand of hair from her face. "When I said I haven't done this in a while, that was an understatement," he says. Dr. Raynor told him he needed to open up, nurture friendships (or whatever this is turning into), so here he goes. "I wasn't really planning on this happening — not that I'm not glad that it did..." He pauses.

"But you live in New York, and I live here. And we just met,” Jo finishes.

"I don't know how things like this work these days," he says. He's looking at her with such sincerity that Jo thinks her heart might burst. "I told you I wanted to do this right. Dinner, flowers, the whole nine yards.”

Jo cocks her head to the side and smiles. "Let's start with dinner."

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They lay in silence for a while, Bucky's head resting on Jo's naked breasts, her fingers running through his hair. Jo's starting to think he's fallen asleep when Bucky speaks again.

“I should probably go,” Bucky says reluctantly. "Sam was expecting my help with the boat today."

"I'll drive you," Jo says. "Just let me get dressed."

"You don't have to do that. I can call a cab."

"Delacroix's, like, an hour outside the city. It'll cost a fortune. Let me drive you."

Bucky hesitates, but Jo nudges at his right shoulder gently until he agrees. He presses a soft kiss to her lips before he stands and offers her a hand. While Bucky moves into the bathroom to change back into his own boxers and jeans, Jo slips into her room. She comes back out wearing jeans and a vintage Lilith Fair t-shirt; she's traded her glasses for contacts. Jo shoves her feet into her combat boots at the door and turns back to kiss Bucky quickly before they leave the apartment.

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The drive to Delacroix is quiet except for Jo's Paul Simon playlist thrumming from the car speakers. Bucky thinks he might actually like the music. Or maybe he just likes listening to Jo sing every word.

When Jo pulls up outside Sarah's house, Bucky turns to her from the passenger seat. “I don’t have your number,” he says.

“Give me your phone," she responds, smiling and holding her hand out.

Bucky unlocks his phone and hands it over. Jo saves her number before texting herself so she has his, as well. She deletes the text conversation and hands his phone back.

"There you go, Sarge," she says with a wink.

Bucky leans across the car's console and wraps his vibranium hand around the back of Jo's neck. He pulls her close and presses his lips against hers gently. Jo responds by running her fingers across the stubble on Bucky's jaw and sweeping her tongue into his mouth. A moan rumbles through Bucky's chest, and he tries to move closer to Jo's body, but he knocks his knees roughly against the center divider.

"Shit," he curses, pulling away. "It was easier to kiss a dame in the front seat of a car in the '40s," Bucky complains.

Jo laughs. "Kissing a lot of dames in cars, were you?"

"I got around," Bucky says, a grin on his face.

He feels like himself around Jo – not exactly the person he was before the war, but close. He almost feels like he could be a better version of that man; he wants to be that for Jo. For now, though, it's easy to flirt and laugh with her, watch her eyes light up and her smile brighten.

"I believe it, Sarge," Jo teases. Over Bucky's shoulder, she notices Sam standing on the front porch of the house. "I think I've stolen you away from Sam long enough," she says.

"Please, doll, steal me away anytime," Bucky flirts. He kisses her once more. "I'll see you Tuesday," he whispers, his hand lingering on her cheek before he climbs out of the car.

“Looks like someone had a good night,” Sam laughs as Bucky ascends the front porch steps.

“We are not talking about this,” Bucky grumbles.

“Oh, we’re definitely talking about this,” Sam says, clapping Bucky on the back.

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch59: We Only Part To Meet Again

Intro: The team hold a memorial for Natasha.

Warnings: “Language!” Angst

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: I’m STILL salty that Nat didn’t get a proper send off in Endgame so I hope I’ve done her justice in this one. We’re so near the end now… *cries*

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 58

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Steve and Katie decided not to tell anyone about their news until both Natasha’s remembrance ceremony and Tony’s funerals were done. For no reason other than they didn’t want any of the attention being placed on them to detract from what the days were about- their friends and family taking time to remember together.  In all fairness, it wasn’t too long time to have to wait.  The only problem however, was that whilst it might have been easy to fool the kids, it was a little less easy to fool Bucky and Sam, especially when the morning of Nat’s memorial, Katie pushed Bucky and Sam out of the way as she ran from the kitchen and emptied her stomach into the downstairs toilet.

“She okay?” Bucky asked looking at Steve as he grabbed a bottle of water for her from the fridge.

“Just nerves, about the memorial.” Steve brushed off Bucky’s concern, and before he could be asked any further questions, he headed out into the hallway just as Katie was emerging from the bathroom. Wordlessly he handed her the bottle and gently cupped her cheek in his hand, and she smiled softly leaning into his touch.

“You were puking the last time we were on a jet together you know.” Sam quipped as they walked back into the kitchen  “Maybe that says something about your flying.” Katie shot back at him, sitting down at the table.

“Nah ah, you’d eaten that dodgy chicken remember?”

Katie nodded and then Bucky gave a scoff.

“You know, you’re almost convincing.” He pointed at her. “You on the other hand,” his point moved to Steve who had reached to open the fridge, pausing as he was caught in his friend’s stare, “still can’t lie for shit. It’s written all over your face.” Katie and Steve exchanged a glance before they looked back to the two men who were both leaning against the counter, mugs of coffee in their hands.

“What’s he lying about?” Sam frowned, looking at Bucky. Bucky simply gave him an exasperated glance.

“Let’s just say it’s more likely to be dodgy sausage than chicken.”

“Buck!” Steve frowned as Katie glared at his best friend. Sam’s face rearranged itself into a look of comprehension and he turned to look at Katie.

“Really?” His eyes flickered from her to Steve. Before they could deny it, Jamie walked into the kitchen with Lucky, the pair of them having been in the garden with Emmy.

“When do we go see Auntie Nat-Nat’s tree?”

“Soon” Steve turned to his son noticing instantly his son’s shoes were filthy. “Do not move a single step more, pal.”

Jamie stood and saluted at his father, the way Tony had taught him to do whenever he was given an order and Katie snorted a laugh. With a roll of his eyes Steve bent down and undid the laces on his sneakers. Jamie kicked them off and ran over to his momma.

“Can I wear my Captain ‘Merica top Auntie Nat-Nat got me?” He asked.

“You can wear what you want today, baby.” Katie kissed his head. At that she looked around. “Absolutely no black.”

“Kinda ironic really seeing as she spent half her life being called Black Widow.” Sam mused.

“Exactly.” Katie nodded. “Today there is no black widow, only Natasha Romanoff.”

At that point Emmy stepped inside holding a ceramic pot which now contained a tulip plant she had dug up from her patch near the shed. “Will this be okay, you know, to plant under her tree?” “I think it’s perfect.” Katie smiled, standing up with Jamie in her arms. “And so would she. She liked tulips. Right young man,” she blew a raspberry on her son’s cheek and he grinned, “shower time.” “Want me to do it?” Steve asked.

“No, I’ll take him. You can deal with these two idiots.” She nodded towards Sam and Bucky. She glanced back at Steve and gave him a soft smile. “Emmy, you need to get ready too, honey.”

Steve watched as his family left the kitchen before he turned to look at Bucky. “You are a pain in my ass, you know that?” “Tell me I’m wrong.” Bucky raised an eyebrow as Steve ran his hands over his face. He looked at his friend and then couldn’t help the small smile that spread across his face.

“Yeah, she’s, we’re pregnant.”

“Fucking hell, punk!” Bucky moved to give the man a hug “That’s great news.”

“Thanks Buck.” Steve grinned, pulling back.

“Yeah nice one, Cap.” Sam beamed, shaking his hand.

“Thanks, but we’re keeping it on the low for the time being. We don’t wanna tell anyone till after Tony’s funeral, it just doesn’t feel right you know.”

Both men made affirmative nods and hand gestures, before Sam looked at Steve.

“How far along?”

Steve hesitated. “Well, we don’t know. It’s kinda complicated.”

“Complicated?” Bucky frowned “What’s complicated about it?”

“We lost one in the snap.” Steve rubbed the back of his neck. “We didn’t even think about it being a possibility, ya know, that it would come back, and we didn’t know Katie was pregnant back then until after. We’ve got a dating scan tomorrow so we’ll know for sure then.”

“So that time when we were on the low, and she thought she was sick…” Sam frowned, “she he was actually pregnant?”

Steve nodded.

“Not bad chicken?”

Steve shook his head.              

“Dude you knocked up your Mrs whilst we were running from the Feds?”  Sam’s eyes widened and Steve let out a sigh.

“It wasn’t exactly planned, Sam.” He rolled his eyes.

**** Steve watched his wife for a moment as she sat on the seat opposite him on the private Stark Jet, scribbling on a piece of paper. She was scribing notes for Tony’s Eulogy and her brow was furrowed as she jotted her ideas down, stopping every so often to wipe a stray tear away from her eyes. He leaned over to tuck her hair behind her ear whilst asking if she needed anything and she shook her head, tapping the pen lightly against her teeth. He dropped his hand to her neck, gently squeezed in a sign of affection and stood up to go and check if Bucky need rescuing from Jamie’s incessant chattering.

“You know it doesn’t seem right, any of this.” Katie spoke quietly, as she looked out of the window. Steve watched her for a second before he sat back down and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the small table between them. She turned back to him and sighed. “The world is mourning for Tony, yet the same people who are leaving candles and wreathes and flowers outside the tower don’t seem to give a shit about Natasha. She’s not been mentioned once in the media since the President’s address.” “Sadly, I’m not surprised.” Steve sighed “After we took down SHIELD and all her past secrets were thrown into the spotlight and, well, you know her history. It wasn’t well received. People made assumptions about her, questioned her loyalties, wrongly yes, but they did.” “It’s not fair.” Katie sniffed.

“You’re right, it’s not. It’s unfair and it’s cruel.” Steve nodded, gently reaching out for Katie’s hand. “She gave her life because she believed so firmly that we could succeed and she’s being given no recognition at all. But that’s what today is about. Those of us that did know her, and did care about her, getting the chance to say goodbye properly.”

Katie smiled sadly, her fingers tangling in Steve’s as their hands lay entwined on the table

“And I think she would prefer it this way.” He continued “She was a very private person, unless she was around her friends, her family after all.”

“Yeah.” Katie said, smiling gently. “Maybe you’re right.”

There was a loud yell from the other side of the jet and they both looked over to see Bucky giving Jamie a hi-five as Sam and Emmy leant back in their chairs, throwing their Uno cards onto the table in defeat.  Bucky looked up and caught Steve’s eye, flashing him a small wink.

It wasn’t long before they were landing. Katie felt ridiculously queasy as the jet began to descend and no sooner was she on the concrete of the runway than she threw up to the side of the steps. Emmy gave her a suspicious look, but didn’t say anything as she made her way, her hand around Jamie’s, as they followed Sam and Bucky to the waiting cars, Steve patiently hanging back for his wife to compose herself before they set off on the 30 minute or so drive to Clint’s farm.

There were hugs, hand-shakes and a few tears as the group greeted each other. Banner and Wanda had already arrived before the Rogers-Barnes-Wilson clan did, and it wasn’t long until Fury and Hill walked into the large farmhouse. An hour or so later, Okoye and T’Challa landed shortly followed by Rocket, Nebula and Thor. And finally Lang, Rhodey, Pepper, Happy and Morgan.  As Katie looked round as her niece shot over to hug her ‘Uncle Spangles’, she suddenly felt a warmth in her chest that where was still so much love in and amongst the grief.

They had an hour or so at the house, Jamie and Nathaniel instantly hitting it off and retreating to Nate’s room, emerging thirty minutes later each with a picture for their Auntie Nat. Katie had crouched down next to her son as he had showed her the picture of the woman with the shock of red hair holding a bar of chocolate because “she always gave me chocolate, Momma.”

“Yeah, yeah she did.” Katie smiled, kissing his cheek.

In the mid-afternoon sun, Clint and Laura, with their three kids, led the way down a worn path which led to a small pond not far from the line of trees that surrounded the farm. Clint explained that Natasha liked it here, she often came to visit and stay if there was a little too much going on in her life to cope with and this was her place which was why the tree was planted here. The tree was roughly six feet high at the moment but was already sporting the deep red leaves they had picked it for, and they all knew that over time it would grow and expand. There was a small wooden bench underneath it, with a brass plaque which sported Natasha’s Black Widow symbol, and they had also ordered a small head stone, but that would not be available for a while.

“It’s beautiful Clint.” Katie nodded, her hand falling to the place just underneath her throat and above her chest. “It really is.” “So,” Clint rubbed his neck, clearing his throat. “I thought, those of us that wanted to could just say a few words and,” he looked around and gave a watery smile as he took in the crowd of people, “you know, seeing you all here reminds me of how Nat came into my life. No friends, no family, no connections, and absolutely no desire to change any of that.” “You got that right.” Fury muttered, drawing a few smiles and soft laughs, including a chuckle from Clint.

“Yet here she is, being celebrated and remembered by all of you, all of us, the people whose lives she’s touched and impacted and I guess, well, she did change it after all.”

Steve gave the archer a smile as he turned to look at the tree, his head bowing slightly “Nat, your last name might have been Romanoff but you’ve been part of the Barton family for as long as we can remember. I watched you break free from the horrors of your youth and learn that life didn’t have to always be painful and cruel. You worked tirelessly to build yourself up and always strived to be a better person. I hope you know that,” he paused and looked upwards, taking a deep shaky breath, “you were worthy of being loved. And we did, we loved you so much, still do. Me, Laura, Coops, Lila and Nate.  If it wasn’t for you my family wouldn’t be here, but whilst my heart may have pieced itself back together thanks to them coming home, there’s still a huge hole there where you used to be. And I know that Nate only met you briefly, but he’s gonna know…he’s gonna know all about the woman he’s named after, the bravest woman I have ever known.” He reached out and wiped at his face before his hand gently touched the bark of the tree trunk. “Goodbye, Nat.” At that point Laura stepped forward, her own tears trickling down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms round her husband, their kids all following before Nathanial turned and placed the piece of paper he was holding on the bench, Clint helping him tack it to the back part with a small pin before the stepped back into the crowd.

Almost everyone spoke. Fury and Hill went next, explaining how they had been there from the beginning and watched her as she had transformed from this lethal, master assassin into an Avenger, a leader. And whilst he may not have been so warm to her in the beginning, Fury had come to look at her as a protégée, the person who after Hill and Coulson he trusted the most. And Hill, who had become a friend, one of the first people to join Natasha’s slowly expanding group of confidents in the beginning. Natasha had exceeded any expectations they had of her as a colleague and had been a fiercely loyal friend until the end.

Okoye, Nebula, Rocket, who had only known Nat really for a short time, all respected the woman who was broken and shattered but never gave up wanting to make the world a better place and continually strived to find a way to fix what Thanos had done. They had all forged a friendship with Natasha as they picked up the pieces of a shattered world and strived to keep people safe through the chaos that ensured post snap.

T’Challa, who had seen the fierce loyalty and drive that Natasha possessed first hand, gave a moving short speech, commending her for her courage. “Even if that did mean she knocked me out with a hell of a sting.” He quipped, drawing chuckles from the group. “Her tenacity on the battle field in Wakanda, her strive to protect not only her friends, but billions of strangers, at all costs. An honourable trait.”

Lang, who again hadn’t known her wrong but had found an ally instantly willing to work on his ludicrous Time Heist idea, without whom, “I doubt anyone would have taken me seriously, including Steve” nodded around, and Steve gave him a small smile and a shrug because it was true.  

Bucky, who had tried to kill Natasha on more than one occasion, but could empathise with what she had been through more than most, simply placed his metal hand on the bark of the tree and said something in Russian, which he later explained to Steve and Katie had been a simple thank you and goodbye, not being able to think of anything else to say.

Rhodey who had know Nat as long as Katie had, spoke about how he had watched as she stepped up post the snap, helping Steve lead what was left of their group as they tried to help who was left and “bring peace to a world that was in turmoil”.

Pepper who had also known her as long as Katie had, thanks to her infiltration of Stark Industries spoke about how she’d become a good friend over the years, sharing a “mutual annoyance at Tony’s ridiculous antics” and with Katie and later Wanda the women had joined forces in an otherwise male and testosterone swamped Avengers Tower or Compound.

Wanda and Sam, who had both spent years on the run alongside her. She had helped train them both, fought alongside them both, and saved both their lives more times than they cared to remember. They respected her, and counted her amongst their closest friends.

Thor, he trusted her, infinitely, watching her hold her own against opponents both bigger and stronger on many an occasion. She had never once judged him for the sins of his brother, and with a large clap of lightning he had declared her the “most noble and worthy warrior, one of the greatest I have ever seen”

Bruce, who had trusted her more than he had ever trusted anyone was up next, and he took a moment to gather his own thoughts, before he spoke simply and succinctly, but no less emotionally. “There’s a reason that lullaby never worked for anyone else, Nat, and whilst we never got the chance to explore the feelings we had for one another, I loved you. More than as a friend, and want you to know that my time away for those two years I was stuck as the hulk was not your fault, despite what you thought.”

And then, it was Steve’s turn. The soldier cleared his throat, his hand firmly grasped around Katie’s as they both stepped forward, their kids at their side. His chest was horribly tight as he took a deep breath and began to speak. “Clint’s right Nat, you were a pain in the ass. Specifically my ass for years. Constantly laughing at me for being old fashioned, trying to fix me up on dates until you realised that the person I wanted to be with just happened to be one of your best friends, which then opened up a whole other world of opportunity for your sarcasm and wind ups. You were one of the bravest, kindest people I have ever fought alongside, and we both knew that when we made you godmother to Jamie you’d guide him in the best way you could, even if you did take him for the day and fill him with enough e-numbers to make him bounce of the walls when you returned him.”

He sniffed slightly and Katie lay her head against his shoulder, fighting her own tears. “People often pointed to me as the leader of the Avengers, but I wasn’t. Not really. You were the one that held us all together on more than one occasion, especially when me and Tony were ready to rip each other’s heads off. Your ability to see the best in people is something I can only hope to emulate, and we’re going to miss you. We all are. More than you will ever know.” At that point, his voice cracked and Katie could see he was close to breaking, just as Clint had done.

“Emmy, Jamie why don’t you put your picture and your plant on the bench?” She encouraged gently, “Clint, can you?”

Clint nodded and stepped forward with them both as she took the opportunity to wrap her arms around Steve, pulling him in close.

“I drawed this for you.” She heard Jamie say as Clint helped him tack his photo next to Nathaniel’s before he promised Emmy he would plant the tulips in the ground once her headstone was there.

A silence fell before Katie stepped back and looked up at Steve who gave her a nod to assure her he was okay. Then, realising it was her turn she turned to the tree and looked at the shock of red leaves, smiling softly.

“There’s nothing I can say that hasn’t already been said.” Katie smiled gently “You were an amazing person, inside and out. I’ll never forget how you helped me pick an outfit for my first date with Steve and calmed me down despite the nerves that were flooding my entire system.”

“You never told me that.” Steve frowned, causing the crowd around them to laugh.

“Oh it’s true.” Katie nodded with a smile before she turned back to the tree. “All the ribbings and joking you would do, trying to get the ‘inside details’ as you called them on Captain America, but that’s what friends do right? And we were friends, best friends. I knew I wanted to be your friend the first time I met you when you were undercover in Stark Industries and your floored Happy after Tony insisted you ‘go a few rounds’”

“Thanks, Kiddo.” Happy grumbled, drawing more chuckles.

“You helped us so much when Jamie was a baby, taking him when you could see things were getting too much for me as a new mum, telling me that it was normal to feel a little overwhelmed when I simply thought I was doing a bad job. We couldn’t have done it without you and there’s no better friend I could have had by my side through everything we’ve been through together and done over the past thirteen years.”

Katie looked up at the sky, her tears falling now. “You know, on the jet on the way over me and Steve talked about how cruel it was that you’re not getting the recognition for your part in bringing everyone back that you deserve, but then I see everyone here and,” she choked a little on her words and felt Steve’s arm slide around her waist, “you know, it might not be a public mourning but this, this is the evidence that you were loved, and the people that mattered care and will always care and be thankful that you gave your life so that everyone who’s here could live theirs.  You were so loved Nat, you always will be, and I can only hope you knew and felt that.”

With that her tears began to fall thickly and she turned to Steve, his arms wrapping around her, his large, strong but ever so gently hands held her close to him, one on the base of her back, the other on her head.

There was a soft breeze which ruffled the leaves of the trees in the otherwise completely calm clearing they were in and no one spoke for a moment, until Clint stated that there were drinks and food waiting at the house. With a last glance over her shoulder at Nat’s tree, Katie allowed Steve to guide her down the path, every so often pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

With drinks and full plates, the guests spilled out into grounds of the Barton farm as animated chat began on and around the porch. Katie stuck to apple juice topped up with lemonade in a wine glass, and when Steve had subtly arched an eyebrow in question at the fact she was drinking she’d flicked him off and shook her head gently causing him to snigger a little.

“So,” Pepper sidled up to her, looking at her, “when are you due?”

“What?” Katie asked, a little too quickly.“I don’t know what you’re-.”

“I know that’s not wine.” Pepper gently cut her off. “And I know that you lost a baby in the snap. Maybe I’m putting two and two together here, but…”

Katie sighed and looked at her sister-in-law. “We only found out the other day. We didn’t wanna say anything, not until the memorials and funerals are over. It doesn’t feel right, to be happy about it all. Even though I can’t help it.” “Are you kidding me?” Pepper smiled “Katie, its great news. Something positive to look forward to.”

“Literally” Katie mumbled causing Pepper to grin.

“I knew it!” Emmy’s voice spluttered and Katie groaned and turned to face her. “The baby, it came back?”

“Shhhh” Katie hurriedly quieted her. “We haven’t told anyone yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because we don’t know how far along we are or,” Katie pinched the bridge of her nose. “just not yet Emmy okay? And this isn’t how we wanted you to find out. We were gonna tell you tomorrow after the scan.”

Emmy cocked her head to one side and shrugged, draining the glass of ice tea she was holding before she smiled and wrapped her arms round her mother, the sixteen year old now being almost as tall as she was. “I think it’s great.” Katie smiled and lay her head against her daughters, squeezing her back. “Yeah, yeah it is.”

***** Katie was exhausted after the day’s events and so, once the kids were settled she left the men drinking in the kitchen and headed for a bath.  Steve and Bucky had been drinking the Asgardian stuff all afternoon thanks to Thor bringing a load with him to Clint’s and both the soldiers had been feeling the effects before they headed home, and still were thanks to the stash Steve had in the cabinet and beer fridge.

“You know,” Sam leaned back in his chair, “when you find out how far gone Katie is tomorrow, we’re gonna be able to figure out a point of conception.” “Yeah that’s generally how it works.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Well you better not have made that baby on my plane.”

“We never had sex on the jet.” Steve sighed.

“No, just dirty old warehouses in the middle of a mission.” Sam shot back.

“Did you have to bring that up?” Steve said exasperatedly.

“Oh now this I gotta hear.” Bucky grinned and turned to look at Sam.

“They left their coms on.” Sam mumbled “Trust me you don’t gotta…”

Bucky gave a loud bark of a laugh as Steve groaned.

“We just got caught up and…” He suddenly stopped, deciding he didn’t have to explain himself. Why the fuck should he? “You know what, I don’t care, have you seen her? I’d bang her every second of the day if I could, she’s fucking gorgeous.”

“Aww thanks baby, but five times in one night was quite enough thanks.” Katie said and all three men whipped round to face her as she quirked an eyebrow smirking, leaning in the doorway dressed as usual in a pair of shorts and one of his shirts. “It was one hell of a wedding night.”

“Five times?” Sam looked at Steve who flushed bright red, but couldn’t help but feel slightly smug.

“And that’s how many times we did it.” She continued as she walked to the fridge to pull out a bottle of water, turning to wink at Steve “Not how many times he made me see stars.”

Sam gave a loud laugh as Bucky grinned, a dirty snigger escaping from his mouth.

“I think I liked it better when you hated each other.” Steve said, glaring at them.

“Aww they picking on you baby?” Katie slid her arms round his neck from behind. He nodded, his hands rubbing over her forearms as they locked at the front of his chest.

“Big time.” He pouted.

“Come to bed and I’ll make it better.” She whispered into his ear and he turned as she straightened up and headed back out of the room. “Night boys.”

There was a pause as Steve looked at Bucky who was chuckling to himself, clearly having overheard.

“I’m gonna,” Steve watched Katie leave, and with that he drained his beer, stood up and headed after her.

Bucky eyed the bottle of alcohol in his hand before he turned to Sam. “Wanna go for a walk, find a bar? I’m in the mood for exploring my old neighbourhood a little.”

“Damned straight.” Sam nodded, standing up “The night is young Frosty. Unlike you.”

“Fuck off.” Bucky shot back, grabbing his jacket and smiling as he felt the leather in his flesh hand.

“Buck, you got a sec?” Katie asked, just before they were about to leave for the airfield.

Bucky paused and looked at Steve who simply gave him a smile. “She’s got something for you.” he said, ushering the kids down the hall with easy commands and large hands.

Bucky made his way into the living room and his mouth turned into a smile as Katie held out his leather jacket, the one he had wrapped her in when he pulled her from the Hydra base in La Ronde what felt like a life time ago.

“I believe this is yours.”

“You kept it?” he said gently.

“Of course I did. I just never had chance to give it you back until now.”

He took it from her, gently running his hand over the collar.

“I also never got chance to thank you for that day, what you did.”

“Anyone would have done the same.” Bucky shrugged, rubbing at the back of his neck in an action that reminded her very much of Steve.

“You sure?” Katie gave him a soft smile. “You headed deep into a base full of people who had once hurt you because someone was screaming for help. Someone, and you had no idea it was me. And even if you did, you didn’t know me. Not really.”

“No, but I knew what those bastards were capable of.” Bucky eyed her gently. “I wouldn’t ever leave anyone to suffer at their hands. I just wish I’d gotten there sooner.”

“Did Steve tell you what they did?” She asked gently.

“He doesn’t need to.” Bucky looked down.“Like I said, I know what they’re, what they were capable of.” “You’re a good man James Barnes.” She gave him a soft smile and then stepped forward to give him a hug. “You saved my life. And for that I’ll always be grateful, and so will Steve.”

Bucky smiled slightly as she slipped on the jacket and headed after Sam as they gently left the house, the door closing behind them.

*****

Upstairs, Steve’s hands were already all over his wife, gentle, strong, loving as he softly caressed her stomach, the place his baby was growing. He nuzzled into her neck as she preened at his touch, arching her back. She moved slightly so he could pull the shirt over her head before he gently took her face in his hands, thumbs skating over her cheekbones.

“I hope it’s a girl,” he whispered gently, dropping a kiss to her lips, “and she looks just like her momma.”

“Charmer.” She grinned as he kissed her again, the kiss growing urgent, Steve flicking his tongue over his wife’s lips before he moved to gently trail his mouth down her neck to the spot in between her collar bone, giving it a gentle nip and a suck. It was a well-practiced dance between the pair of them. After ten years of being with one another they both knew the spots to hit, the places to touch, the parts to tease that would undo the other. It was a familiarity, but one that would never get old. Steve would never tire of the way her finger tips trailed down his back, nails gently biting his skin as she made those delectable noises by his ear. Katie would never tire of the way Steve would softly trail every curve of her body, his hands and strong arms cradling her as he lavished affection on her that drove into her very soul, his mouth gently nipping at her neck, his gentle praises that made her keen with affection.

“I love you baby girl, you’re so good to me, so good.” The soft sheets of the bed rustled around them as Steve gently rocked into his wife, causing her to sigh and lay her head back, gazing up at him with a love and lust so deep it almost hurt him to see. He had never been worthy of this love, and never would be. But all he could do was love her back, the way he did, with every single breath he had.

His movements were slow, his hand gently moved to hook her leg around him, finding a deeper seat as he rocked forwards and back again and again, driving deep against her spot as her hands hooked around his neck, pulling him down to kiss her, deeply, softly as she moaned into his mouth.

“Come on baby,” he said gently, his lips moving to her neck, “atta girl, come on.”

Her back arched and her nails dug into the skin of his biceps as she leaned forward slightly, burying her head into the crook of his shoulder to muffle her cries as she came, tightening around him. He upped his pace, ever so slightly, chasing his own release and he came, his lips pressed to hers, a deep, satisfied moan bubbling from his throat into her mouth as his hips stuttered and he rest his forehead against hers, gathering his breath.  He suddenly realised he was led on top of her, his baby in her stomach and he went to move but she caught him softly, her hands straying to his shoulders as she smiled at him, her hands gently moving to rake up through his hair as she pressed a soft kiss to his mouth before she nipped his lip and he practically growled at her.

“Keep doing that,” he muttered “and I’ll be hard again in about five seconds flat.” “I’m counting on it.” She smirked, kissing him again.

*****

“I’m sorry, say that again?” Katie looked at Dr Kellet. The woman smiled and glanced back at her.

“Ten weeks.” She nodded “Give or take. Which makes your due date, roughly the 1st June”

Katie glanced at Steve who was frowning and she knew instantly what was bothering him. He was concerned about the fact she had been pregnant in the fight, and was worried that the snap would have done some lasting damage. Katie wasn’t as concerned, for some inexplicable reason she knew everything was okay and had instead diverted his attention to researching second pregnancies… which he had done with gusto.

The kids were in bed, Bucky and Sam were, actually, Katie had no idea where they were, not that it mattered, they were grown men. They were led on the couch, Katie down one side of the L shape, Steve on the other with his head in his wife’s lap as he glanced at the screen on his phone.

“It says here that you should feel them move sooner than the first time because you know what they feel like…” Steve said, grinning up at her. “Wonder if that means I’ll feel them sooner too?” Katie shrugged, smiling as she ran her hand through Steve’s hair. “No idea.”

“And you’ll carry it lower.” He continued. “Which according to this is a good thing as you’ll breathe easier and eat much more comfortably than you did last time. Although you might be doing the whole constant needing to pee thing sooner, but on the plus side labour is faster.” “Oh joy.” Katie sighed, her nails scratching his scalp slightly.

“And it says here you’re likely to start showing sooner.” A huge grin spread across his face. “I can’t wait!” He shifted slightly so that he was led on his stomach and his head crept under her T-shirt and his nose gently skimmed her lower belly. “Although last time when you started showing, it just looked like you’d eaten too many cheeseburgers…” Katie nipped his arm causing him to yelp out a laugh.

“Are you sure everything is okay?” Steve asked, drawing Katie out of her memories. “Because well, the snap and…”

Dr Kellet smiled and nodded “Your baby is perfectly healthy and normal, everything is perfect.”

Steve nodded, the worry he had instantly felt ebbing from his system and Katie gently laced her fingers between his and glanced back at the screen.

“Ten weeks…” she sighed “How on Earth did I not notice I was that far gone?”

Steve gently kissed the back of her hand. “Honey it doesn’t matter, don’t think on it. Don’t think on any of it.”

“I’ll get you a few copies of the photo.” Dr Kellet nodded.

“Have you had many others in, like this I mean?” Katie asked as the Doctor wiped the cold gel off her stomach “I mean, that have had babies back or…” “You’re the sixth one I’ve seen since everyone came back.” she smiled “Who knew?”

“Could be problematic,” Katie mused “I mean like, what if they are already pregnant again, or like, I dunno, dead against having kids now or…” “Katie…” Steve chuckled “Shut up.”

****

Armed with the two scan photos they headed home and were greeted by an excited Jamie who dragged the pair of them into the living room where he had been building a rocket out of lego with Bucky’s help.

“Everything okay?” Sam looked up from where he as prodding at Katie’s tablet, reading the news.

“Yeah,” Katie smiled, and she looked at Steve who grinned at his friends.

“Roughtly Ten weeks.” He answered the unasked question and Sam frowned.

“Ten weeks…” He mumbled as he did the same maths they had done in the car, a huge shit eating grin crossing his face. “So it was that time on the mission!”

“It’s kinda funny really.” Katie smirked. “Both of them were made through some pretty wild loving up against a wall.” Steve let out a sigh and he shot his wife a filthy look as both Bucky and Sam roared with laughed.

“What was against a wall?” Jamie asked, looking up at her and Steve let out a low groan.

“We’ll give you a minute.” Bucky smiled, standing up as he headed into the kitchen, followed by Sam, both passing Emmy who was returning with a drink for her and Jamie.

“Come here.” Katie settled on the couch and pat the seat next to her. Jamie scrambled up and ran over, jumping up beside her. Steve sat on the other side of him, and Emmy perched on the corner cushion. Katie looked over at Steve who smiled and turned so he was facing his son slightly.

“We have some news, buddy. Some good news.” He gently ran his hand over Jamie’s head “Your mom’s gonna have another baby.” “You’re gonna be a big brother.” Katie smiled as he turned to look up at her, his eyes wide.

“A baby?”

“Yeah.” Katie nodded.

“Isn’t that cool?” Emmy grinned and Jamie nodded before he frowned slightly before he looked back at his dad.

“Where is it?”

“It’s in your momma’s tummy.” Steve answered.

Jamie looked at Katie for a moment, before his frown deepened. “How did it get in there?”

Steve hesitated for a moment, his neck and cheeks flushing as he desperately thought about how he could explain this in a way that was suitable for a three year old’s ears. “Well, I…” “It got there because we’re a family.” Katie cut in, smiling. “And me and your dad love each other very much, so it’s kinda something that happens.”

“Oh.” Jamie nodded, and Steve shot his wife a smile as Jamie grinned. “So when is it gonna be here?”

“Not till early next year.” Katie smiled.

“Is it a boy or a girl?”

“We dunno yet pal.” Steve smiled.

“I hope it’s a boy.” Jamie nodded decisively. Katie smiled at Steve before Jamie quipped up again “But I’m not sharing my room or my toys. I don’t like people touching my stuff.”

**** O/S: To The Stars And Back

Chapter 60

 **Original Posting**

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December Reading List

Welcome to December 2020′s masterlist for @beccaanne814‘s 366 Reblog Challenge!

Feel free to explore these fics and meet some wonderful writers! Summaries, pairings, and warnings are provided as the writer has listed. Please read responsibly and have fun!

366 Reblog Challenge Masterlist

1. Imagine by @carryonmywaywardcaptain​ Imagine...finding out there’s fanfic written about you-and even Charlie ships you with Dean. SPN | Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: fluff. crack. a dramatic fanfic within a fanfic.

2. sunlight. by @xbuchananbarnes​ As Steve gets used to the future, he becomes a regular at a cafe where he finds something he didn’t think he needed: friends. MCU | Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: none

3. blessed. by @xbuchananbarnes​ Bucky surprises Riley for her birthday. MCU | Bucky Barnes x Riley (OC) Warnings: a very smitten Bucky, fluff, smut.

4. - 6. Don’t look down, Baby 1/3 2/3 3/3 by @jay-and-dean​ Dean told her to ignore the “thing” between them and to jump in any guy’s arms. Any of them but him. When we think of a guy our Y/N could be with, longing for Dean, it’s usually a nice dude, a little boring right? Because who can compete with Dean? Now, what if this guy was as badass as Dean? SPN | Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Abraham Hale (OC) Warnings: angst, jealous Dean, smut (unprotected sex), oral, also kinda lame sex, cheating, swearing, smoking, drinking.

7. Pure and good by @donutloverxo​ Corrupting a good boy - Chapter 1. The journey of how you turn your sweet innocent husband into your daddy. MCU | Steve Rogers x desi!Reader Warnings: 18+ only, smut (m/f), bondage, cumplay, Catholic Steve, dom Steve, daddy kink, anal

8. & 9. Sharing Spirit parts 1 & 2 by @becs-bunker​ Ransom shares you with his brother Steve.  Knives Out/MCU Crossover | Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader x Steve Rogers Warnings: voyeurism, exhibitionism, smut, 18+, dirty talk, language, Ransom, smut, unprotected sex, 18+, dirty talk, language, name calling, degradation, threesome, double penetration, spanking

10. That face he makes... by @waywardbaby​ Inspired by a pic of Dean. SPN | Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: oral sex (male receiving)

11. You Tried to Change the Ending by @thefallenbibliophilequote​ You love him, but he made it clear he didn’t want anything to do with you. Can a trip to the future give him a new perspective about the present? MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: a hint of fluff, angst, just angst with a happy ending

12. Your heart’s desire by @writingsoftheloser​ After being thrown into the future, you and Loki see something you’d never expected to see. MCU | Loki x Reader Warnings: swearing and some angst

The Other Ending by @thefallenbibliophilequote​  Alternate ending to You Tried to Change the Ending.

13. Past Promises by @firefly-in-darkness​ Y/N heads to Novigrad to warn Geralt of his future. The Witcher | Geralt of Rivia x Y/N Warnings: 18+, canon typical violence, scars and wounds, blood, sexy things, Geralt’s thighs and arms

14. Time After Time by @whitestarbucky​ Time traveling was a touchy subject. But it looks like you and Bucky were the only ones who could do this job. Against your past selves. MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Time travel! Fighting. Minor violence (nothing graphic). Drinking. Club scene. Established relationship. Sam Wilson as Captain America (again, if you don’t like this, you’re not welcome here). The Winter Soldier appears.

15. light years. by @xbuchananbarnes​ To make sure his relationship has a future, Steve makes one more stop while putting the stones back, hoping to fix a few mistakes he had made. MCU | Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: a sprinkle of angst with a dash of fluff, and a lot of Steve Rogers. 

16. On the Clock by @tinymalscoffee​ An unnatural occurrence lets a woman go back in time to try and change everything she’s known for the past twenty years. Harry Potter | Sirius Black x Reader Warnings: FOURTH WALL BREAK!! lots of angst, almost smut, Sirius lowkey has a breeding kink, Sirius is an asshole for a bit, the smallest bit of fluff, fix-it, and the same time travel theory as Back to the Future.

17. Stephen Spooky by @sherrybaby14​ Post return from the snap you are down on your luck. But then you accept a new friend’s invitation to a haunted house and think things may change. MCU | Stephen Strange x Female Reader Warnings: DUB-CON, do not read if this offends you, smut

18. Goodbye by @firefly-in-darkness​ Y/N can’t fight her feelings anymore, she has to leave. SPN | Dean Winchester & Y/N, Sam Winchester Warnings: 18+, canon typical violence, angst. no happy ending.

19. Bucky Request by @xbuchananbarnes​ Request: “how is that my fault” but a silly situation with Bucky. MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reder Warnings: none

20. Very Last Kiss by @impala-dreamer​ Request: In a relationship with dean and so hurt and confused with the amara “connection.” SPN | Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: Angst. Heartbreak.

21. Lost Without You by @becs-bunker​ After Dean gets stood up on a date, Y/N shows up to give him some company but hidden feelings are quick to come to light. SPN | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Warnings: brief angst, mutual pining, fluff

22. Masquerade All You Feel Inside by @writerwrites​ As you come to terms with your quiet life without your Asgardian prince, a twist of fate gives you both a new timeline. MCU | Loki x Reader Warnings: Smut 18+, angst and fluff

23. No-Tel by @indyluckycharlie​ There’s only one bed, so this was inevitable, right? MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Smut 18+, some light angst, implied unprotected sex

Bucky Drabble by @navybrat817​ Request: When he says he doesn’t want a relationship and then during sex he asks who’s pussy is this - IT AIN’T YOURS. MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: 18+, SMUT

24. His Remedy by @starks-hero​ You are one of the few people that can handle Sherlock when he has had a bad day. In fact, you’re the only one. BBC Sherlock | Sherlock x Reader Warnings: None

25. Selfie by @syntheticavenger​ As a trophy wife, you enjoy anonymous attention while Thor is on a business trip. MCU | Thor x Reader Warnings: 18+, dub-con, doggy style, filth, fingering, spanking, breeding kink

26. Invisible by @girl-next-door-writes​ Whilst interrogating a demon snide remarks hit a little too close for comfort and Dean is left wondering if you will ever really see him. SPN | Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: show level violence, angst

27. Dream A Little Dream by @firefly-in-darkness​ Y/N has always daydreamed of Dean being more than a friend regardless of knowing she wasn’t his type. Is she going to be able to keep her feelings in check when they pretend to be a couple in their hunt for a witch? SPN | Dean Winchester x Reader Warnings: 18+, a little bit of angst, low self-esteem, fluff. Sexy things. Happy ending.

28. Someday by @kellyn1604​ The Mandalorian pays you a visit. Star Wars | The Mandalorian x Reader Warnings: explicit smut, mentions of slavery, angst

29. Tamales and Christmas Lights by @shreddedparchment​ Reader takes Steve home for Christmas. MCU | Steve Rogers x Mexican American Reader Warnings: light smut, talks of having kids, language, drinking

30. Trick or Treat? by @stargazingfangirl18​ You’d rather be anywhere else than a Halloween party thrown by rich Boston elite, but luckily a pretty asshole with a lame Halloween costume keeps you entertained. Knives Out | Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Warnings: Explicit language, sexual themes, au.

31. Twice Bitten by @cherienymphe​ King Steve has the reputation of the kindest king in all the land. How sad it is that such a man always seems to be burying a wife, leaving him lonely and searching for another. Seeing how Queen Margaret’s death affected you, the king hopes to raise your spirits by marrying you off to the handsome Duke, James Barnes, unbeknownst to you, sealing your fate. MCU | Stucky x Reader Warnings: NON-CON, vampire!Stucky, blood, infidelity, murder, violence, manipulation, side of Peggy x reader.

#becca's reblog challenge december 2020 #becca's reblog challenge

[aries-writingblog]

Atlas (1)

Summary: After years of being imprisoned on the Raft, Tony negotiates freedom for his sister Tessa. When she’s free- so is her past, and it will never stop hunting her.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC(Stark)

Chapter Word count: 1,666

Warnings: PTSD (subtle ish), trauma, torture (in later parts), suicidal behaviors and thoughts, mentions of death, character death, injury, violence, angst, and a lil bit of fluff in there

Disclaimer: Atlas is my own, original work with characters belonging to Marvel (except Tessa and Dr. Clifton). Plagiarism is not cool kids.

A/N: this is my first work Im posting to this platform and I’m really excited and nervous about it. Hope you enjoy- constructive criticism is always helpful as well!!

The Avengers Tower. Former Stark Tower. 93 floors of office space, labs- people carrying out their business. People going about their day. At the top of all of them is Tony Stark. Waiting. Waiting in silence. Typically, he isn’t one to wait on anything or anyone but today... today is different. Today is special. Finally, the silence is broken by a shrill ring of his phone. Tony snaps it up, immediately accepting the call.

“Mr. Stark? Reid Kerrings.” The man’s voice carried through the phone, introducing himself. “Listen, I hear you’re trying to to negotiate a prisoners freedom?”

“She shouldn’t even be a prisoner,” Tony grumbled before plastering on a thick business tone. “Yes, that’s what I’m trying to do here. Thing is, I have a plan that I ran by Fury and Coulson and they seem to think it’s a great idea. Only thing is- that prisoner of yours is apparently ‘dangerous’ and she’d need stipulations on if she were to be released into my care.”

Tony hated this- speaking about her as if she were a terrorist. He hated that she’d been in maximum security prisons for six years. He hated that she was on the raft now. But, if he wanted to play ball, he had to agree to the terms. And unfortunately, that was one of the terms. He’d tried it his way two years ago and it got shut down. Several times.

“Well... you’re a damn maniac- prisoner 067112 is a psycho-“

“Her name is Tessa and that’s my sister you’re talking about so if you’d like to see your job another day I’d keep quiet.” Tony snapped, clenching his jaw. The phone fell silent before Kerrings cleared his throat.

“She would have to meet with an appointed therapist three days a week. She would also have to have a check in twice a week with a parole officer. If there is any flare up of her enhancement that is not accounted for by a member of your team, she comes back here and is no longer allowed parole. She is to be on a tight leash.” Kerrings read through the conditions of the agreement that Tony and Fury had worked out. “She must agree to these terms before her release. If she does, she will be escorted to your property tomorrow at 10:00 AM. Do you agree to these statements made today?”

“Yes.” Tony felt an excited, nervous bubble form in his stomach. He was doing it. His sister was almost free.

“Excellent. The escort team will run a security check on the building and perimeter.”

“Oh, well, not to brag or anything but- it’s the Avengers Tower. I ’m pretty sure this is the best it gets in terms of security.” Tony scoffed, turning when he heard the door opening. Steve Rogers stepped into the room, intending on speaking with Tony about another comm unit. He broke his. Again. He stopped short, hearing the man on the phone.

“This woman shouldn’t even be out of her cell here- she’s dangerous, I don’t care if shes your sister or not. The power of this woman is something that should be contained. not roaming around New York on a Thursday afternoon.”

“She’s a human being. No telling what you freaks have put her through in the raft- that’s probably why she’s going insane. You don’t even allow sunlight in that dingy of a prison. You treat someone like an animal, that’s what they become. Now, if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to run my own safety diagnostics on my own tower.” Tony quickly ended the call and lifted his eyes to meet Steve’s. “Can I help you, o wise elder of the yonder village?”

“Just... a new comm piece.” Steve stepped forward and tossed the broken pieces to the desk before meeting Tony’s eyes again. “What was that all about?”

“That is a surprise for the team I’m arranging.” Tony sat down at his desk, pulling up an image of a new weapon system, one that they’d encountered a few weeks ago on a mission. “These thugs were dealing with now... they’re sophisticated. They’re playing on a new ball field. So... I’m leveling it.”

“You can’t just do that without consulting the team first.” Steve scolded, his arms crossing over his chest. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see- tomorrow morning at ten, have the team all meet in the conference room. I’ll bring my surprise to you.” Tony grinned, feeling strangely optimistic for once. Steve only sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to get anywhere with Tony.

“Fine- I’ll call a meeting.” Steve spun on his heel and marched out of the office. Tony sank further into his chair, spinning it to look out of the window.

“Friday, make sure floor ninety two is fireproof.” Tony called out, a twinge of doubt forming in his mind. He was quick to shake the thought from his mind, funneling all his belief into his sister. It had to work. For her sake.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sitting at the oval conference table, Bucky felt an impatience he hadn’t felt in months. Steve had let it slip- more like Bucky could tell there was something and kept prying- that Tony was on the phone with someone, talking about a prisoner. A woman prisoner. Bucky wasn’t sure what to expect and that caused a great deal of anxiety to pit in his chest. He didn’t like being kept in the dark.

Beside him, Steve sighed heavily, leaning his head on his fist, resting on the table. Being roommates with the guy, he knew Steve hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep last night, like most nights. He knew this because he himself was also up, roaming the apartment, watching tv and staring off the balcony.

“Anyone know what this surprise it stark mentioned?” Natasha pressed, becoming quite impatient herself. They’d all been sitting at the table for fifteen minutes. Waiting.

“No clue- I hope it’s better than the last surprise- the one that exploded while in use on the field.” Sam commented, scrolling absentmindedly on his phone.

Finally, the door to the room burst open, revealing Tony Stark marching in with purpose. Behind him, a woman in heavy chains, with metal cylinders encasing her hands, was being escorted in by two men in fire retardant kevlar uniforms. Her head was bowed, dark brown hair shifting to cover her face. Bucky sat up, seeing the woman marched in, heavily restrained. Tony clapped his hands, rubbing them together afterward. He gave the crowd a large smile and nodded once.

“Surprise, Avengers! This is my favorite sister, Tessa Stark, Tess, this is everyone. I’m sure you were given the brochure.” He turned to the two men. “You fulfilled your duties, you can go now.”

The men unclipped the chains and then pressed their thumbprints to the pads on the cylinders. They released with a hiss of steam, Tessa rubbing her wrists once they were free.

“I know you.” Sam’s voice broke into the conversation. Tessa’s jaw clenched and her eyes stared into the floor. She swallowed harshly, keeping her back ramrod straight and her hands in front of her. “Stark... oh, shit- where have I seen you...”

“Anyways folks, she is here to help out on our new group of rogues... she has a, ah... particular set of skills. Mostly explosives and fire. And since that’s what we’re dealing with, I’ve brought in the big guns.” Tony explained, settling in his chair and gesturing for Tessa to take a seat as well. She seemed wary of sitting beside Wanda but did it anyways, sitting barely on the edge of the chair. “Now, we’re gonna need a new plan of attack with-“

“Atlas!” Sam snapped his fingers, pointing at her. Tessa stiffened, caught off guard by the level of his voice. “That’s it! Code Name Atlas, Operation Dry Sands! You served in the army- I’m Sam Wilson, I flew with-“

“Riley...” her voice was raspy and low, rusted with disuse. “I remember you.” Bucky watched as she seemingly tried to melt into the chair, trying to hide herself.

“You were baller, man! She cleared missions like it was nothing!” Sam praised her, excited to finally meet her. “There was talk of her all over camps- everywhere!”

“Atlas?” Natasha asked, a brow raising. “That’s a peculiar code name- sounds... specific.” Tessa didn’t respond, keeping her head low. When the room fell silent, Steve took control.

“Right, well, Tony you mentioned a new plan of attack?” He expertly guided the topic over to a new path. Bucky couldn’t help but let his attention drift back to the new mystery in the room. He allowed his eyes to scan over her, stopping on her forearm where there was black ink. A tattoo of the army symbol, numbers below it. Maybe her squad number? Her arm shifted and Bucky looked up, meeting her eyes. He knew he’d fucked up.

Her dark brown eyes smoldered- a red tint glowing under her irises. Her lips were pulled into a scowl. He quickly lowered his gaze, catching a glance of her veins in her arms. glowing lightly orange. Bucky clenched his jaw and leaned back into his chair, a fierce scowl building on his lips. He didn’t like this woman, She seemed... violent. closed off. Hell- maybe she was just too much like him. And maybe he shouldn’t make a snap assumption but for some reason...

“Alright well, that’s all for now, Tessa- welcome to the team, please make yourself comfortable and if there’s anything we can do to help out- let us know.” Steve nodded as he stood up.

Tessa only nodded, stood up and spun on her heel- leaving the room without a word. Everyone glanced to Tony. He only shrugged and stood up.

“I’m gonna go make her feel at home- just got out of prison and all, see you around.” Tony gave a small wave over his shoulder and walked out, trailing out after his explosive sister.

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